#he's a dad and grandpa and everything at once and he fills my heart with so much love

[sugurouge]

i never really talk about private stuff but this is too cute not to share. i moved countries at the beginning of the year to live with my grandpa since he's getting older and all that stuff, bt also because i like him a lot. i was still a little worried cause he fully embraces a culture i'm not that familiar with. anyway, it's going great!! he takes more care of me instead of letting me look after him, but i guess that was to be expected. he treats me like a princess and any young dude could learn from him about how to treat women. and today ughhh my period started early and i was super unwell and so he went to his favourite little islamic shop to get me the best baklava in our area ;-;

[einsteinsugly]

October 23, 1998. Tiger Lilies.

"Dad, here's my Christmas list."

His declaration is ambitious, self-assured. Just like his mother.

"It's October." Maybe, just maybe, it's a bit arrogant, and Hyde frowns. "The day after your birthday."

James senses his disappointment, and he quickly backtracks. "It's not like I was disappointed or something like that."

"That's good to know." He purses his lips, teaching his little grasshopper a lesson. Words of wisdom. "Sometimes, you gotta be grateful for what you have."

It's a difficult balancing act, teetering on a tightrope. He wants to give his kids more than his child self could possibly dream of, but at the same time, he doesn't want to spoil them rotten. He doesn't want to raise a brat, or overcompensate. Give them everything money can buy, but not much else.

"Mom always says that money doesn't buy happiness, but it usually helps."

They seem to be on the same wavelength, but with contrasting points of view. Whether to reject the notion, or to embrace it. "Yeah, but she always says that when she wants something that she doesn't need."

"Oh." He gets the not so subtle message, but he isn't done yet. "It's okay to want stuff sometimes."

Refusing to budge, more than an inch, he groans. "You can't let it rule your life."

"Mom lets it rule her life, and she has lots of stuff."

He doesn't know if Jackie being very successful qualifies as money "ruling her life," but her massive walk-in closet might.

She's far less conceited than she once was, but she spoils the kids rotten. James is her baby boy, and Becca...well, she never wants that much, so it's only fair to get her anything her heart might desire, too. CDs, band tees, Goosebumps books. A small TV for her bedroom. And even a Discman.

But that was all she ever wanted for the past four or five years. James wants everything, now, like his mom. The best clothes, music, gear. Guitars, bikes, stereos, video games. And Jackie, most of the time, gives in. And it annoys the crap out of him.

"But the best stuff is the stuff money can't buy," He defensively assures, brow furrowed in tentative worry, "You, me, Becca. The Formans."

"Grandpa Jack, too?"

"Him, too."

Carefully stern, with a dash of concern, Hyde tells the truth. It's the fear that's been lingering at the bottom of his gut, for the past few years. He has that light in his eyes, that sheer ambition with a bit of his own rebellious stance, that could drag him into the dark underbelly of society. Wheeling and dealing, in smoke-filled rooms.

"You'll go down the same road as him, if you're not careful."

"Prison?" James fights power with power. Defensiveness, on both his own and his grandpa's behalf. "That could've been you, too."

Notably taken aback, he is nearly at a loss for words. "James."

"But it wasn't, so yeah." He sighs, momentarily defeated. "I guess I should throw away my Christmas list."

Hyde remains calm, cool, and collected, despite feeling like he's going to crack. "You just gotta pick the few things you really want."

James pouts, his ice blue eyes searing into his...well, he doesn't really believe in souls, but whatever. "But I want all of them."

He's just like his mom. "Think. Really hard, kid."

"Huh." After a mere moment of pondering, he goes full throttle. "A new bike, some CDs for my Discman. Some new Levi's, 'cause yesterday, Leah said it looked like I was wearin' capris."

"Okay, get in the car." Standing up, patting him on the back, he provides for his kid. Some wants, and always, what he needs. "You're growin' like a weed."

James inevitably smirks, with a satisfied chuckle. "Mom said I was growin' like a tiger lily."

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Central City Lemonade Stand

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Teeny Tiny Thad spends the summer with Grandpa Barry and Grandma Iris.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Thad Thawne, Barry Allen, Iris West, August Heart, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Don Allen

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, POV Barry Allen, Don Allen is Alive, Tiny Bart and Thad, Fluff and Angst

Chapter Three: Personal Shopper

When I had a morning free, I took Thad to run errands with me. I put him in charge of the lists. I had three. A home to-do, an outdoor to-do, and a grocery list. Thad kicked his feet in the backseat as he stared out the window. "Grandpa, do I look like a girl?" Thad asked. I glanced at him from my rearview mirror.

"Do you think you look like a girl?" I asked.

"A boy at school said I looked like a girl because my hair is blond, and the teacher made him sit in the corner," Thad replied, "But I think I look like Bart."

I nodded. "Do you think Bart looks like a girl?" I questioned.

"Bart looks like Mommy," Thad answered matter-of-factly.

"That's true. And Mel is a girl," I replied, "So, I guess you look like a girl that happens to be your mother, but I don't think you could be mistaken for a girl."

"Oh. Yeah, okay... But why am I blond?" Thad asked.

"Because you have two blond grandpas. That happens sometimes. It's pretty rare with identical twins, Noodle. Did you know that?" I asked. Thad shook his head as I pulled into the parking lot, and we walked toward the farmer's market.

"Does being rare make me weird?" Thad questioned.

"Well, scientifically speaking, being an anomaly is weird... But being weird isn't a bad thing. A lot of people say I'm a little weird," I replied. Thad looked up at me and smiled.

"I think you're cool," Thad complimented me. I crouched down and gave Thad a high five.

"Thanks! I think you're cool too. That was such a kind thing to say," I commended him. He stood on his tiptoes and hugged me. I walked him to get some fruit, and he insisted on picking his produce.

Thad didn't talk much while he looked at fruits and veggies, so I didn't force conversation. It overwhelmed him when people pushed him to carry on conversations when he had other things to focus on. Besides, Thad did a great job of getting everything on my list. Thad had a one-track mind, and once he focused on a task, he stuck with it until completion. It gave me time to be in my head. I zoned out completely, and the only thing that pulled me back was Thad yanking at my arm. "Grandpa!" Thad whined as his eyes filled up with tears. I offered to pick him up, and he stomped his feet. "We can't finish the list!" Thad wept. I took the list and looked it over.

"We'll get some at the store... See, the store's that way. We'll finish the list," I reassured him as I wiped his tears away. "I know it's frustrating, but I have so much time today. Give me five big ahh hoos, please." Thad inhaled through his mouth and blew into my open palm. I learned that trick from Meloni. It worked most of the time.

After his fifth breath, I picked him up, and he touched his cheek to mine. "Did I mess up?" Thad questioned.

"Of course not! Noodle, you did such a good job! You've been so helpful today," I reassured him. I pulled the cart to the car and went to the store, still holding onto him. I made a soft clicking noise to prove to him I wasn't mad.

"Grandpa, I like that noise," Thad whispered.

"I do too... It's comforting, isn't it?" I replied. Thad nodded and smoothed my hair down in the back. "How's my special boy?"

"Your special boy?" Thad asked.

I patted him on the back. "Yeah, all my boys are special... But you're my special boy who came all the way to Central City to keep me company," I answered, "How are you, Noodle?"

"I miss Owey," Thad whispered.

I frowned. Owen usually left the country for the summer to be with his dad, and Thad was always there to send him off. "You want me to call and see if he's still in Alabama with Mel and Donny?" I asked. Thad nodded, and I put him in the basket.

I called Mel's number, and she answered almost immediately. "Is everything okay? Do you need me to come there?" Meloni asked.

"Oh no, everything's fine... Is Scout there?" I asked.

Meloni let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, he's here. Owen, it's Papa Barry," Meloni whispered.

"Hi, Barry!" Owen exclaimed, "Everything okay?"

"Thad wanted to talk to you. I'm gonna put you on speaker," I whispered as I handed the phone to Thad.

"Hi, Owey. Are you gonna send me letters still?" Thad asked.

Owen chuckled. "Of course! Of course," Owen answered. Thad smiled. "Hey, I'm glad you called. I wanted to tell you how cool you are for going to Pop Barry's all by yourself."

"Really?" Thad asked.

"Yeah. I thought it was awesome. I still get scared going on planes by myself every summer," Owen replied. "You callin' me to say something?"

The twins had a certain tenderness for Owen that they didn't have for each other. Owen was a great kid. He was Meloni's kid from a previous relationship, but we'd known him since he was a baby. Donny was like a second father to Owen. It was good to hear Thad talk to him. "Oh wait! Don wanted to tell you something!" Owen exclaimed. "Hey, Old Man, Thad, and Pop Barry are on the phone. Tell 'em."

"Thank you, Owen... Hey Thad, hey Dad," Donny greeted. He sounded nervous.

"What's the matter, Donny?" I asked.

Thad looked up at me. "Hi, Daddy," Thad whispered.

"Hi, Thad... Um, Houston, we have a problem," Donny paused, "I'm going to the International Space Station in two years!"

"Donny! That's great news!" I shouted before remembering I was in the middle of the grocery store. Thad covered his mouth and giggled.

"Silly Grandpa... Daddy, does that mean we're moving away?" Thad asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna have to move... But we can go home once my assignment's over," Donny replied. This was Donny's dream, and I was so proud of him, but I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't afraid of what that meant for him. My son was headed to space. "Thad, I'm gonna come and see about you as soon as I can... It probably won't be until the end of the month, but I'll bring you some of your things. Do you want me to bring Craydl?"

"I have him already, Daddy," Thad answered. Don paused for a moment.

"Oh... You sure do. Are you okay?" Donny asked. "I know I didn't get to speak to you yesterday, and I wanted to apologize for how I talked to you."

Thad held the phone to his chest as if he were giving Donny a hug. "It's okay... I'm sorry, I ran away," Thad apologized, "Do you still love me?"

"Of course, I still love you. I miss you so so much," Donny reassured Thad. I was choked up. I can't lie. Donny grew up to be such a wonderful father and husband. When he was small, he was creative and emotional, while Dawn was passionate and expressive. They became such wonderful people.

"Grandpa, are you crying?" Thad asked. I kissed Thad's forehead.

"Well... A little bit. I was thinking about when Donny was your age," I answered.

"I love you, Dad," Donny whispered.

"Love you too, Donny... And I'm so proud of you," I replied. Donny said his goodbyes, and we finished grocery shopping for the week.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 14

There will be a poll again for this chapter!!!

04th October 1987

Middlewick House

"No, Darling, we will not have her baptised in the Royal Chapel!", Camilla sighed, rolling her eyes. They'd had this discussion at least a hundred times, yet Charles brought it up over and over again. "My daughter will not have a Catholic baptism!", he screamed into the receiver, causing Camilla to hold it up in the air, away from her head. "Charles! We've talked about this! Andrew is Catholic, Tom and Laura are both Catholic…" "But you're not! You're Anglican! Your daughter can have your faith!", he interrupted her and Camilla closed her eyes, sighing again. She was tired. Tired because Theodora, as sweet as she was and as much joy she brought her every day, woke her up at least five times every night, and even more tired of arguing with Charles about the same, old issue almost every day. "For the rest of the world, she is Andrew's daughter and, therefore, she will have his faith, just as our two older children!", she repeated herself and sighed tiredly. "But can't I at least be the godfather?", Charles almost begged her and though it felt like a stitch in her heart, she knew that the only right and possible answer was no. "You are the godfather of my first-born and we're all more than grateful for that. But you can't be Thea's, too. People would be suspicious - and rightly so! We cannot risk anything, please, darling, think of our daughter." "I think of nothing and nobody else, Camilla! Every day and every night, the only thing that's on my mind is Thea and how much I miss her! God, I'm going to get insane one day! I'm her dad but you won't let me!" "Charles, stop it!" Now it was her screaming at him and only seconds later she heard her baby crying next door. Of course, her outbreak had woken her up. "Fuck!" She felt tears filling her eyes and knew that her first priority now was to look after her daughter. "I'll call you back later.", she told Charles and hung up immediately, before she rushed over to the nursery, where her poor little baby was crying in the beautiful cradle Charles had given to her. "Come here, sweetie, come to mummy…", she whispered lovingly and carefully took her on her arms, carrying her around in order to calm her down. "Everything's alright, my little angel, mummy's here and takes care of you." She tenderly kissed her forehead before carefully sitting down on the sofa, placing her baby on her lap. "You know, little darling… Daddy loves you so much. Both of your daddies do.", she sighed. "As crazy as it might sound and as exhausting it might be sometimes… but other little girls don't even have one dad so you're very lucky, my little angel. Everyone loves you, my darling: Mummy, Daddy Charles and Daddy Andrew, Tom and Laura, Grandma and Grandpa, Auntie Annabel and -", her recital was cruelly interrupted by the door bell. "Goodness!", she thought. "Who's that?"

Turns out, it was the postman, bringing a very special, registered letter., addressed to her. The envelope featured a stamp from Buckingham Palace, the header of the letter inside showing the Queen Mother's cypher and the logo of Clarence House. Charles' grandmother had reached out and congratulated them on Thea's birth, sending flowers and a very sweet, heartfelt card; apparently (and not surprisingly) the old lady had been delighted that their daughter and herself were sharing the same birthday; she had even suggested Elizabeth as a middle name to emphasise their special connection which had let Camilla’s heart skip a few beats, but Andrew had assured her that his godmother surely only loved the fact that their baby had been born on her birthday, so they had sent her a Thank You card along with a couple of pictures of her little darling and, apparently, she had now replied once more.

"Dear Camilla and Andrew,

Thank you so much for the sweet photographs of your adorable little Theodora! What an absolute sweetheart she is! I do hope you will invite me to attend her christening, whenever it may take place! It'll be my greatest please to come, along with my grandchildren Anne and Charles.

With my very best wishes,

Elizabeth R"

Camilla let the letter sink down and gulped. The letter as such was wonderful, so lovely and heartfelt… but the mere idea of not only the Queen Mother but also both Anne and Charles attending Thea's christening, almost made her vomit. Not because she didn't want them there - the Queen Mother and Princess Anne - the Princess Royal as she had been named only just a few months ago - had attended their wedding in 1973 and Charles, as Tom's godfather, had of course been present at his christening in 1975 - but the prospective of all three of them attending her daughter's christening under all the impossible given circumstances was just too much for her.

"Your great-grandmother has some funny ideas, my little darling…", she said to her baby. "Bringing Daddy and Auntie Anne to your christening… how are supposed to get through that?" She honestly had no idea and, not for the first time since the birth, she felt some doubts and regrets creeping up on her - not that she regretted for a second that she had decided to have the baby: Theodora was the light of her life and the best thing that could've happened to her, and of course she loved Charles, who really was the most adorable daddy in the world, but sometimes she wasn't sure whether they'd all be able to keep the secret for the rest of their lives. What if Thea herself would become suspicious at some point in the future? What if one of them would ever give something away, not deliberately but just by accident? What if her little angel one day noticed the glances Charles and Camilla exchanged, what if she, as their child, felt something? She didn't want to burden an innocent child with keeping such a secret… it wasn't fair. None of this situation was fair to anyone and the only thing she could do really was pray that the Lord would have mercy and protect this poor, little, innocent girl from all evil out there…

[dirtytransmasc]

How do you HC spider as a father how do tonowari Ronal interact with their grandchildren

Do tonowari Jake quratich compete to see who's the best grandpa

Is Ronal like the smothering type grandmother

How tisyra aonung lo'ak Kiri tuk all react to be uncles and aunts interact with their nephews or niece

spider is one of the best dads you could imagine; he's got a damn good blue print. he had tonowari and quaritch (who was a really good dad once he broke out of the RDA's grip), who were arguably the best dads the world had ever seen.

he has the 'throw the kid in the pool and let them learn to swim' type energy, but he jumps in with the, so to speak. he never once abandons his kids, he is with them for every aspect of their life, but he teaches them the skills they need to survive. he's not a helicopter parent, but he is never distant.

his children are his everything, his purpose, so, of course, he shows them off, every achievement is celebrated, no matter how big or small. he teaches them everything they need to know about life, and he makes sure they never, ever, feel like he or his sully siblings felt (sorry jake, but we're acknowledging your flawed parenting). they will never feel alone, never feel the need to be the very best, never feel like a burden or freak, never feel like they aren't good enough. he will fight and die to keep his kids happy, safe, and innocent; and god forbid anyone robs his kids of that, he will make them pay.

he takes pride in raising his kids na'vi, makes sure they are proud of who they are, no matter how many fingers they have or what anyone has to say about them. he makes sure they feel love no matter how he comes about having them (whether they are his biologically or not, cause we stan queer spider in this household, but we also stan spider adopting kids just because he knows what its like)

now ronal and tonowari are the ultimate grandparents, they love taking all the kids for a few days (spider has a big family, its canon in my mind), and they are the best 'second' parents. the kids all look up at them, gather around to hear their stories, to learn from them. ronal loves her grandkids so much, she's always carrying one around, making something knew for them, filling them with food (she gets scary when it comes to feeding her grandbabies). tonowari takes all the little ones out on the ilu's, tells them all of the important stories of their people. they're the sweetest, most stock picture-esque, wholesome grandparents.

then theres jake and quaritch...

lets just say they're fighting dirty in the mud over who's the better grandparent (its quaritch, he has a natural affinity for little kids and they all love him. jake tries too hard)

neytiri is like the wise grandmother they all go to for advice.

lo'ak and ao'nung are the fun uncles; lo'ak is the mighty of Payakan the outcast, son of the great Toruk Makto. Ao'nung is the son of one of the greatest Metkayina chiefs, and their favorite grandpa. if the kids are looking for a good time, they go to either of the boys, who will no doubt spare them any lessons, and give them a wild time (his brothers are about to give spider a fucking heart attack, have neither of them outgrown their frankly horrifyingly dangerous childhood ways. he needs them to be more careful with his children for Eywa's sake).

tsireya is a doting aunt, she loves her little neices and nephews. she's definitely a lot more civil then her brother and mate, normally taking the more academic approach, while remaining fun; she takes them out in to the reef and teaches them the names of all the creature, their place in the world (are they predator or prey, where they stand in the food chain relative to the na'vi, etc.), how to craft, and such.

kiri is somehow like both the boys and tsireya. she's like a wine aunt, some days you get a very cross woman who will spitefully teach you a thing or two (lovingly of course) and the next she's got a sly smile and the words 'you wanna have some fun' coming off her lips.

tuk isn't necessarily close to the kids age by the time they come round, but she isn't far from it either, she's just like a big kid for them to play with.

but all fo the aunts and uncles, take it with great grace, family is everything to the lot of them. they protect those kids with their lives and aid in spider's goal of raising them to be good, prepared, but happy innocent people.

[reallyromealone]

Remember this miniseries with Dustin and steddie is modern au

X

Saturday came and little (name) was hype as he had his little brown paper bag he decorated in daycare for his grandpa filled with the Halloween candy he set aside for him, dressed in his little jacket and toddler sized safety boots (name) was ready to spend the day with grandpa Wayne.

Eddie didn't bother correcting his kids about it and Wayne kind of loved being called grandpa so it worked out for both parties.

"So what are you and grandpa making?" Steve asked the tot who was in his car seat, practically vibrating with excitement "grampas fend wanna desk!" (Name) said excitedly and Steve chuckled at his kids excitement "really? And you're helping him?"

"Yeah!"

"What a big boy you are bud! Helping grandpa" Steve always made sure to tell his kids how proud he was of them, wanting them to feel cherished and valued unlike himself as a kid.

He never wanted them to feel that unloved.

Ever.

"Well you be good and listen to everything grandpa says alright?"

"Ok daddy" (name) said softly as they parked infront of Wayne's trailer, once freed and set down (name) hugged his dad's leg "bye-bye daddy!" He said loudly and happily before running off with his little paper bag for Grandpa, by time he got to the steps Wayne had opened the door "there's my little man!"

"Grampa!" (Name) squealed and Steve watched in with a warm heart before waving them off and driving off.

"We build today?" (Name) asked sweetly and Wayne nodded "that we are bud, you ready to finish that desk!"

Today was the final steps, sanding, varnish and then waxing it.

(Name) wore protective gear along with Wayne as the two sanded it, (name)s portions took much longer but it eventually got done and after a small break the two painted the varnish on and (name) made sure to follow his grandpa's words "slowly bud, we don't want it uneven right?"

"Ok grampa"

When they finished it was the last step, the two rubbing the bees wax into the wood with a cloth and the two generations of Munsons were very focused and before they knew it; they had one nice looking desk.

"We did it!" (Name) said excitedly and Wayne chuckled at his enthusiasm "we sure did bud and I think you earned this" Wayne them handed little (name) 100 dollars in 20s "here's your payment bud, spend it wisely "

"Thank you grampa" (name) said in awe and though Wayne got payed 300, it didn't feel right not paying his little helper "fruits of your labor bud"

"What fruit?"

"It's a figure of speech kid"

"Oh"

The two went inside and did what they did every time, ate pizza and watched old movies together until (name) passed out at around seven and then get driven home by grandpa.

Saturday's were (name)s favorite days because he got to hang with the coolest grandpa.

The next morning (name) woke up over the moon and ran out once Dustin helped him get dressed.

"PAPA! I GOT PAY!" (Name) said excitedly the next morning and the metalhead was expecting Wayne to pay the tyke like 10 bucks but not 100 dollars "holy--" "language!" Steve cut in as he made breakfast for the family "well what are you gonna do with your earnings, working man?"

"I dunno" (name) shrugged and just shoved the bills into his overall pockets "daddy say save"

"That is a good habit to build bud"

"Ok papa, then I save!"

The family enjoyed their breakfast, a slow Sunday morning before Dustin went out to hang with his friends and Eddie and Steve helped (name) put the money in his special piggy bank that was Eddie got as a gag gift from Steve back in their dating days, a tacky Metallica themed piggy bank.

But (name) loved it.

Sundays were grocery day in the Harrington-Munson household and today was Steve's turn as Eddie had to go to his shop and give a "we don't grill girls over their knowledge of a band or game" speech because apparently one of his employees did that and Eddie didn't tolerate such bullshit.

Putting (name) in the little seat in the cart, the two began their shopping while talking about various things "so you excited for turkey day bud?" Steve ask and (name) smiled "we wash bowl"

"Yeah bud we watch the Superbowl, I even got you a real good colts jersey bud!" Steve said as he put things into the cart, school snacks and stuff for dinner "we match?"

"Yeah bud were gonna match" (name) really likes matching with his parents lately, neither parent minding and Eddie even getting his munchkin a tiny Metallica shirt to match with him on days when he couldn't go to daycare and had to go to the shop.

"We get roos?"

"You want dunkaroos? Didn't we just get you some?"

"Papa ated them again"

"We will hide them from him this time" Steve said, ready to give his husband a stern talking to when they get home for eating his toddler sons favourite snack.

When they finished they did their tradition of getting (American fast food) and chowing down in the car, Steve always found how his toddler ate was the cutest thing; eyes wide and glancing at something that distracted him as he had his mouth as open as possible to eat his food Steve broke into smaller bits for the boy to eat.

He really looked like Eddie when he ate.

When they got home (name) helped put groceries away and they hid the dunkaroos in a super secret spot aka the empty cupboard above the stove and the two began doing house hold chores, Dustin having done his this morning which revolved around dishes, making his bed and taking out the trash.

Around noon it was (name)s naptime, the one time Steve could sit in silence and watch a not Micky mouse or one of Dustin and eddies cartoons and just relax.

He loved his family but he just wanted to watch his crime shows!

They had to stop letting (name) watch after he kept trying to recreate toy versions of the crime scenes and Eddie didn't want to make a tiny murderer.

"We can take him now but when he's older" were Eddie's words and after that no more crime shows.

Steve's parents disowned him when Dustin was born through he surrogate, they pretended like be wasn't married to Eddie for years but when they had a kid, that was the last staw apparently.

Well they are missing out on their grandkids lives and the kids had an awesome grandpa and found relatives not to mention god parents.

Nancy and Johnathan were Dustin's and Vicky and Robin were (name)s, the god parents went to those kids events and everything and were far more involved than his parents could ever dream to be.

When Steve told Eddie he wanted a big happy family he wasn't expecting the other man to be on board the way he was, sharing the lonliness of being a single child and made sure that their kids were never lonely, and though they had a considerable age gap, the two were close as ever.

Dustin even willingly gave (name) his older toys to play with.

Steve looked at the time and realized an hour and a half passed and he should probably wake (name) and start dinner.

Getting up he went and woke up (name) who slept full starfish like Eddie and like a corpse "hey bud time to get up" Steve said gently and the tiny boy grunted before cracking his eyes open with a slight crown "time to make dinner"

"I help?"

"Well daddy needs his sous chef to help him cook right?"

When (name) got to pick tonight's dinner he picked his favorite, Steve obviously handling all the dangerous things but he let his son do all the not possibly life threatening to a toddler jobs.

When Eddie and Dustin came home for dinner, the family talked away and Dustin and Eddie talking at length about their dnd stuff and (name) talked about the desk and how he was a working man now and Steve couldnt stop grinning at this family he made while cleaning the tots face as he ate like his papa aka a gremlin.

[imagine-little-things]

Being a mom ¦ Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

This is just a little something that came to my mind. No warnings. No bad vibes. Just enjoy and dream on with me. 

Bradley Bradshaw x wife!reader 

Wordcount : 900

Being a mom could be really hard sometimes. As soon as your eyes opened up in the morning, you knew that your kids would do anything to fill your days with laughter, worries, even some anger every now and then. You and Bradley wanted to have kids. That was a fact that was clear to the both of you the moment you met each other. Everything happened to the right time at the right place after all. You married the love of your life and three years later you welcomed your oldest to your growing family.

Nicholas “Baby Goose” Bradshaw was his daddy’s whole pride. Of course you had “Grandpa” Maverick having your son called Baby Goose and your husband loved it. At least they let you choose the name of your second born. Rosie “Birdy” Bradshaw was the princess of the family and the ultimate daddy’s girl. She was attached to Bradley since she first opened her eyes.

Your kids are now 6 and 4 years old and since you’re a stay home mom they spend most of their time with you. Don’t get me wrong, you love them with all your heart. Being without them for longer than the amount of sleep you get at night is torture. Can you imagine how Bradley must feel while he’s at work? But there are days where it’s just all too much…

The coffee ran out this morning, you put a red sock into the white laundry, your baby girl lost her favorite stuffie and goodness gracious you promised to buy the dino shape nuggets, which you forgot. Nick and Rosie are all clingy and whiney, something that you don’t really like but hey, that’s just what happens when you got kids, right? You try your best to entertain them. You play games, make funny faces, try to make up the forgotten dino nuggets… but nothing really helps to lift the draining weirdness of that exhausting day. All until the door opens in the late afternoon.

“Where’s my family at?!” You can finally hear your husband’s strong and deep voice. A wave of relieve washes over your body while your heart skips a beat. “Daddy!” You can hear both your kids call out happily, followed by the cute sound of their quick footsteps on the pavement. You walk over to the door just to watch the scene you love the most. Both kids are already up in your husband’s strong arms, their giggles filling up the house as Bradley peppers their cheeks with quick pecks. These are the moments that are worth every crying, every sleepless night and every worry. “Have you two been good for mommy?” Bradley asks and smiles widely at his beloved little ones. “Yes! Mommy say we getting ice cweam daddy!” Rosie says happily. “Yeah! She said we just have to wait for you, and we did now!” Nick says proudly and looks at his dad. Bradley can’t help but chuckle. “Good thing I’m home then.” He says and lets his both kids down. “Just excuse me for a second, ok? Gotta say hi to mommy as well.” He explains his kids then looks up at you.

The moment your eyes meet, Bradley can tell that it was a long and probably exhausting day for you. He walks over just to pull you into his arms. “Hello mrs. Bradshaw.” He coos as his hands move from your waist to your back. Your arms immediately find their way up around his neck. “Hi handsome. Welcome home.” You can’t help but smile. Whenever your husband comes home, he makes sure that you feel how much he missed being with you and having you in his arms. With a smile he leans down, his lips gently pressing onto yours. He knows not to put too much pressure onto your lips or else you would complain about his mustache once again. He’s well aware of how much you love it though. It wouldn’t be your husband if he wouldn’t wear it.

“I’m glad that you are home now.” You admit to your husband as you play with his hair. “Mmh I can tell my love. Why don’t you go grab your book and sit outside until I prepared dinner with the kiddos? It’s pizza night anyways. You deserve that break.” He says and smiles down at you. No matter how long his day was or how hard the training would have been, Bradley is always there for you when you need him the most. “And then you can thank me for that later on. Let’s say around 9pm?” The smirk he’s giving you now can only make you giggle, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. You just nod your head and kiss your husband once again before he pulls away from you.

“Ok so last one in the kitchen is a little snail!” Bradley calls out and grins happily as squeals erupt from behind him. “Daddy you a wittle snail!” Rosie calls out from the kitchen happily once the kids both arrive there. “Oh boy, lost again!” With a wink in your direction, he walks over to the kitchen to join your kids. With a loving sigh you watch them for a moment before you make your way out to the backyard, finally getting that well deserved break.

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Could I ask for c!Wilbur being a gn reader's father figure? Can be either a one shot or headcanons, whichever you prefer. ^_^

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: Your life as raised by Wilbur Soot.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, betrayal, hurt.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: I'm not sorry for this, however, I am sorry for if you wanted something different, then you are welcome to request again and I will write another dadbur fic. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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Wilbur Soot

He finds you lurking around the outer skirts of the newly established country of L’Manberg. The country that has yet to declare full independence.

“Hey there, what are you doing around these parts?”

From that day on he took you, the bewildered child from nowhere, under his wing. Letting you into the drug van.

You grow up with Fundy being your older sibling. Wilbur in the first years being there for the two of you.

He teaches you how to play the guitar.

And while you don’t become the best player at it, you can play a couple of camp songs.

Then the independence declaration comes.

And everything changes.

Nice nights with Wilbur, Fundy and Tommy turn into war planning sessions you aren’t allowed into.

You are the youngest citizen of L’Manberg, leading to everyone trying to keep your innocence

Especially Wilbur after he drags Fundy in as a child soldier in his war.

But you are there, right on the battlefield amongst everyone, and you are there afterwards as you help patch up the hurt.

Eret is the one who teaches you how to treat a wound after Wilbur gets an arrow in his shoulder after a tough battle.

Leading to you keeping to Eret whenever Wilbur is planning. And Fundy seems to be running off with Tubbo and Tommy.

On the day of the betrayal, Eret and Wilbur make you stay back in the van, Eret hoping to shield you from what’s gonna go down. And Wilbur hoping to keep you away from the battle on the horizon.

You are there to patch up the wounds from everyone as they respawn.

Wilbur is now more determined to keep you sheltered.

However, this made you more determined to stand on the battlefield fighting for your country.

You are there in the middle of the explosions when they go off. Losing your first life. Fighting for freedom. Fighting for your pseudo father.

Wilbur holds you for hours afterwards.

As you cry into his shoulder.

Wilbur makes you stay back when Tommy is meant to dual Dream, leading to you being the first to see him when he respawns.

Ah, two of the four children traumatised by a war they didn’t ask for.

You are there when the declaration of independence gets signed.

Getting credited as the 2nd little champion.

And everything is good for a while.

Wilbur helps you through your nightmares whenever you wake up thinking there is TNT blowing you up. Or you remember the day everyone respawned. Or remember how hurt and wounded everyone was doing the battles.

You watch as your father drowns himself in government work to not process what happened himself.

You try your best to help him out, but there is only so much you can do.

Then the election gets called, and you are there supporting him, while also helping your big brother Fundy with his campaign.

Wilbur didn’t take lightly to both of his children running a campaign against him. But he lived with it and respected it.

Then Schlatt won.

And you watched as your father and Tommy was chased out of the city.

Fundy holding you back as you break down crying over the sight.

Fundy keeps you from joining Pogtopia, stating it is no place for a child, despite him working as a spy for them and Tommy living there.

So you stay put in the now Manberg.

You are there to pick up the pieces of your older brother falls apart after your father calls him a traitor and states he’s no son of his.

So you venture out through the big forest. Barely stumbling into Pogtopia as nightfall has come.

And you get to see with your own eyes as the man you regards as your father yells at Tommy, Wilbur looks deranged and nothing like the man who raised you.

He never spots you that day, but Tommy does as you head back out again. Through the night filled with horrors beyond your imagination, and you barely make it back to Manberg in one piece.

You aren’t there the day Schlatt gets murdered, having retreated into isolation after having your worldview shattered. A child of war, now a child of trauma.

But you are there, right in the centre cheering on Tubbo as he’s granted the title of L’Manbergs president.

Your own fathers’ actions taking your second life too. You die in the explosion.

From that day on your anxiety worsen, loud noises bringing you to your knees in panic attacks. It had been bad after the war, but now it was unbearably bad.

Fundy started talking with Eret about potential adoption, but he only ends up adopting you, stating Fundy is too old.

And that’s how you deal with your father’s death. Living with the traitor of his country.

And you keep living. Denouncing him as your father, returning to your title of the bewildered child of nowhere.

You keep living in spite. In spite of the man who took two of your lives and made you grow up in a war you never wanted to fight in. And there, while looking over the railing of L’Manberg, is where you spot him.

Ghostbur

You watch as a tinted floating version of your former father wanders around the mostly rebuild crater.

“…Dad?”

“Y/N! My child!”

You can’t believe your own eyes, it’s actually him, it’s actually the man who found you wandering the skirts of the nation you now reside nearby.

And you turn your back to him.

You walk home, to your place in the castle, outside the nation that has caused you so much hurt.

Fundy is the one to make you talk to Ghostbur the second time, telling you about what seems to be going on.

“Would you like some blue Y/n? You’re crying.”

You refuse, wiping your tears away because he doesn’t deserve that from you. He doesn’t deserve the tears he caused himself.

You never call him dad again after the day you spot him. Because your dad died a traitor of the country he made. Leaving you at 14 to deal with the damages he had done.

But now you are 16, with Eret in your back, and your big brother Fundy helping you in any way or form he can. This includes, even more, sheltering, keeping you as far away from the Tubbo administration as he can.

Because you are all children of war, and they never seem to make the right decisions.

His heart breaks every time you remind him that he isn’t your father anymore and that you aren’t his child.

You don’t ever really hang around Ghostbur.

The few times you do, he tells you of stories of you growing up, teaching you guitar, finding you walking around the walls of the country. And he introduces you to your Grandpa Philza. A calm and relatively collected man.

A murder.

Whom took your father away from you all to early.

You like Friend, the blue sheep is a nice distraction to have nearby whenever your deceased father tries to be near you.

You appreciate the effort he makes, wishing he would have made the same efforts when Schlatt helps you within the walls of Manberg.

So when Tommy gets exiled and Ghostbur goes along with him, you aren’t surprised.

It’s always Tommy. And you are alright with that. Both you and Fundy knew from the start, it was always Tommy over the two of you. And you’ve had years to come to terms with that.

You keep yourself neutral in the affairs of the SMP.

Although you do visit Tommy twice, trying to get Fundy with you, but your older brother has a small distaste for the exiled ex-vice president, although he claims to have nothings against the blonde.

You keep out of the city as Tommy gets imprisoned, but you are there to greet him when he gains his freedom. Ghostbur beside you. Offering Tommy blue, and empty promises it of everything being okay now.

So when Tommy tells you he’s gonna smuggle himself into the prison with the help of the ghost, you are there handing him the potions.

When he returns only baring Friend on her leash, you break down. You lost your father once more.

Revivebur

You get an eerily sense of déjà vu over seeing him, standing over the now L’Manberg doomsday crater.

And you speak the word you had sworn to never say to him again.

“Dad?”

And he looks back, taking in the sight of you, Tommy, Tubbo & Ranboo together.

And he smiles.

And you leave.

You don’t end up talking to him again until Tommy seeks you out asking for you to talk to him, and for Fundy to do the same. You don’t know why, but you do it.

So you and Fundy meet him.

“Ah! My children!”

Fundy frowns, and you for the first time stand up to him.

“I am not your child. I am not yours!”

“What?”

“You haven’t been around for a really long time, a lot of things have changed, and so have I.”

You are seething, and for once Fundy doesn’t hold you back, or shelters you. He stands beside you.

“We had to raise ourselves! We had to keep on living after you decided to go blow your precious nation.”

“But you turned out fine! You are all grown up now, and you still have two lives each.”

Fundy pulls you into him, realising Wilbur doesn’t know.

“Y/n is on their last life. You took their second one too. You blew them up yourself. We are done here we are leaving.”

Wilbur calls out to you and Fundy, but neither of you turn around. He might have taken you in, but in the end, the two of you only ever had each other.

Children of war, never get to be children after all.

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The Sweetest Devotion

Summary: Pregnancy is hard work. The fatigue, the morning sickness and the strange new aches and pains are bad enough, but the nerves about how a new baby will change your family dynamic can be just as tough. Luckily, for Chris and Whitney, the excitement and love they have for their little baby on the way far outweighs any struggles that could pop up and they’re hopeful that Grayson will feel the same as they navigate their way through the first expansion of their little family.

Chris Evans x OFC

18+

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Part Five

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Part Six

The week leading up to my family’s arrival was hectic to say the least. 

Grayson was bouncing off the walls and needing constant entertainment as the excitement of our recent news and his grandparents impending arrival was almost too much for him to handle and while I tried my best to be patient with him, there were lots of preparations that needed our attention and it was all rather overwhelming. I tried to focus Gray’s energy into helping with those tasks - like cleaning and setting up the guest rooms and making sure we had enough food in the house for all the extra people - but when I sent him with Chris to the grocery store and they came home with more junk food than anything else, I realized my mistake. Chris was relegated to dealing with the childcare after that and I handled the rest of the work myself.

In the end - once the boys were occupied - I got everything organized in time and we spent the morning of the twenty-third anxiously looking out the window for my family. They’d refused our offer of a ride from the airport, insisting that they’d rent a car for the week and all come together, but Grayson and I were struggling with the anticipation. As soon as their car pulled into the driveway, it was a race between us to see who could get outside first with Dodger hot on our heels as he barked with excitement.

It seemed that my mother was just as eager as we were as she jumped out of the car almost as soon as it was parked.

“Grandma!” Grayson squealed, sprinting down the steps of the porch and throwing his arms around her legs. “You’re here!”

“I am!” She agreed, scooping him up into her arms. “I’ve missed you so much, Gray!”

He nuzzled right into her embrace and I felt tears fill my eyes at the sight. The time between our visits was much shorter this time than it had been during the lockdown of 2020, but it felt like so much had changed since we’d seen them at the start of July. I’d missed them more than I’d realized and knowing that I got to spend an entire week with them in the place that was now my home had my heart swelling and my emotions rising. I heard Chris come out the door behind me, but I didn’t wait for him to catch up as my dad got out of the car as well and I ran at him with almost as much enthusiasm as Grayson had charged at my mom.

“Hi, Monkey,” he chuckled, squeezing me tightly. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” I sniffed back my tears as I pulled away. “I’m so glad you guys are here.”

“Wait, Whit, are you crying already?” Jack teased as he appeared beside us. “You held it together better than this last time even though Dad was on his deathbed.”

“I wasn’t on my deathbed,” my dad rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Jack.”

“Grandpa,” Grayson giggled. “Don’t say shut up. It’s mean!”

“Thanks, Gray,” Jack smirked. “I can’t believe a four year old has better manners than you, Dad.”

“I can,” I chimed in. “I’ve raised my son to be very respectful and polite and Dad has always been rude.”

My words were teasing and my dad chuckled as he shook his head.

“I’ll be staying in a hotel if this is how you two are going to be all week,” he warned us. “I’m not gonna be the one you pick on.”

“I already told her to play nice,” Chris joked as he joined us. “She’s supposed to be graciously welcoming you to our home.”

“Which is what I’m doing,” I smiled before dramatically curtseying. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

“Yeah,” Jack scoffed in amusement. “It’s a very modest little mansion you have here.”

Andrea appeared from the other side of the SUV they’d rented, shaking her head at her husband with Theo on her hip.

“Don’t be jealous, Jack. It’s not a good look for you.”

I heard Jack protest as Chris and my dad chuckled, but I was too distracted by the baby in Andrea’s arms to pay much attention.

“Oh my goodness, look how big you are!” I smiled, hurrying over to them. Theo flashed me a big grin as he looked around at the group. “You’ve grown so much in the last few months.”

“He sure has,” Andrea agreed. “Do you remember Aunt Whitney, Theo? Can you say ‘hi’?”

His grin widened as he focused his attention on me.

“Hi!”

“Hi, Theo,” I smiled, feeling my heart melt at the sound of his little voice. “Can I have a cuddle?”

“Yeah, go see Whitney,” Andrea told Theo as she passed him to me. “Then I can get our bags out of the car.”

I happily took Theo, but was quick to reassure her.

“Don’t worry about your bags. Chris will grab them all later.”

“Or I can even grab them now,” he offered. “Is it unlocked?”

My dad nodded and moved to open the back of the car with my brother and Chris following as I cooed at my little nephew. As they piled all the bags up next to the car, Grayson’s eyes widened as he wiggled until my mom put him down.

“Did you bring your trampoline?”

“No, Grayson,” my mom chuckled. “The trampoline is way too big to take on a plane.”

“Has your mom still not gotten you one?” My dad asked, shooting me a smirk. “Christmas is coming soon, maybe Santa can bring you one.”

I glared at that suggestion.

“I don’t think it would fit in Santa’s sleigh.”

“Santa’s sleigh is magic, babe,” Chris grinned. “I think he could make it work.”

“Really?” Gray’s face lit up. “You think so?”

“I don’t think you really need one, Gray,” I protested as I put Theo down and watched him toddle over to the pile of luggage. “We already have a swimming pool.”

“Oh, wow,” Jack interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “There you go, bragging again. ‘Look at my giant house, we’ve got a swimming pool’.”

Jack put on a high pitched voice as he did a bad impression of me and I scoffed as my jaw dropped.

“You’re so rude,” I scolded, shoving his shoulder hard enough to knock him slightly off balance as he laughed at my annoyance. “I’m not bragging and I never said we have a big house.”

“Mama!” Grayson snapped, drawing my attention to where he stood with his hands on his hips. “No hitting. Don’t you remember? We have to be a good example!”

He gave me a knowing look as he was clearly trying to remind me of our conversation the week before without blowing the surprise. I smiled and nodded as Chris backed him up.

“Yeah, Win. We have to keep our hands to ourselves even when we’re upset with someone.”

“I know, I know, you’re right,” I relented. “Sorry, Grayson. Thanks for reminding me.”

“You’re welcome.”

He flashed me a grin before turning his attention to his cousin who was laughing and giggling as Dodger licked at his hands. He hurried over to introduce the pair and I turned to explain to the group.

“We had a little incident at school last week. Grayson punched a bully in the face so we’re working on using our words when we have disagreements.”

“Wow,” Jack smirked. “Good for him.”

Chris barked out a laugh as he nodded his head.

“That’s what I said! It sounded like the kid deserved it.”

I rolled my eyes and was glad when Andrea backed me up.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” she reminded them. “Hitting bullies just makes you a bully too.”

“Thank you, Andrea. It’s nice to have another rational adult around.”

“I’m perfectly rational,” Jack argued. “I just don’t think bullying should be tolerated. If some kid was bullying Theo, I’d punch them myself.”

“And then you’d go to prison,” our mother chimed in. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It would still be worth it…”

Jack’s murmured argument was accompanied by a shrug and had his wife, our mother and I all rolling our eyes.

“Shall we go inside?” I suggested, changing the subject. “We can give you a tour of our huge mansion.”

My words were dripping with sarcasm and Jack stuck his tongue out at me as everyone else agreed. We called the boys over from where they were playing with Dodger and I led everyone inside to get settled in as Chris helped them carry their bags.

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Keeping our little secret was much harder with my family around.

I made sure to wear baggier shirts to hide my little bump, but it was on the tip of my tongue almost all of the time. Chris and I had been worried about Grayson, but it seemed to be me who kept coming close to spilling the beans as Grayson was so distracted by the excitement of having his cousin around that he hardly even seemed to remember that he was privy to our confidential information. It was a relief that we didn’t have to worry about him, but it was making it harder for me seeing how wonderful Grayson was being with Theo - how caring and helpful and encouraging, how he played with him so patiently, and how interested he was in teaching him new things - it all just proved what a good brother he was going to be and had me fighting back my emotions every time they caught my attention.

It didn’t help that the weather was awful for the first few days that they were with us. We hunkered down inside, catching up on how the last few months had been and resting up for the big Thanksgiving party the following day, but while it was amazing to have such good quality time with my family, the lack of distractions made it hard for me to keep our news under wraps. So, as much as I was enjoying every moment with my family, I was relieved when I woke up on the morning of Thanksgiving Day and knew we only had a few hours of secrecy left. The definite anxious, but excited energy between us as we were lying in bed that morning told me that Chris was probably feeling exactly the same way.

“I feel a bit giddy,” I admitted as we laid on our sides with our legs intertwined. “I can’t wait for everyone to know.”

“Me too,” Chris smiled. “I think this is the longest I’ve ever kept a secret from Ma.”

I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“You’re such a Mama’s boy.”

“Yeah,” Chris shrugged. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, not at all,” I shook my head. “Because you passed that trait onto Grayson and I love that.”

Chris laughed at that, hard enough to make the bed shake slightly.

“He is not,” Chris argued. “He’s a daddy’s boy. He tells me everything.”

“He just humours you,” I teased. “I’m his favourite.”

Chris rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight me on it.

“Well, you’re quite a daddy’s girl,” he observed. “I noticed it when we were staying with your parents and I thought maybe it was just because he was sick, but I’ve noticed it the last couple days too.”

“We have a complicated relationship,” I admitted before shooting him a smirk. “That’s probably why I’m with a much older man now. I have daddy issues.”

Chris barked out another laugh.

“I’m not that old,” he insisted. “If you were with me because of your daddy issues, I’d probably have to be at least ten years older than I am.”

“Hmm, I dunno,” I teased, but before I could back up my words our bedroom door flung open as Grayson and Theo stormed into the room. I rolled away from Chris and greeted them with a smile. “Good morning, boys.”

“G’morning, Mama!”

Grayson scrambled onto the bed as he spoke while Theo came around to my side with his arms stretched up.

“Me too!” He whined, sounding a bit frantic at the prospect of being left behind as he struggled to get up. “Me too, Neenee!”

I smiled at the nickname he’d given me as he struggled to say my full name and lifted him onto the bed. He had a little stuffed bunny in his hand and I poked it’s fluffy belly.

“Who’s this?”

Theo grinned at me and held his little friend out towards me.

“Peter!”

Chris chuckled as he questioned the name, but I knew exactly where it came from as I remembered my brother’s favourite stuffed animal from when we were kids.

“Oh, is it Peter Cottontail?” Theo nodded as soon as the question was out of my mouth and I smiled before taking the little bunny and making him dance as I sang. “Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity Easter’s on its way!”

Theo happily mumbled the song along with me, but Grayson laughed as he shook his head.

“No, Mama! It’s not Easter, it’s Thanksgiving!”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “But there’s no bunnies at Thanksgiving, is there?”

“No,” Grayson shook his head. “Just turkey! And pumpkin pie!”

“Which you’re supposed to be helping me make!”

My mom’s voice drew our attention to the doorway and an amused smile slid onto my face as I shook my head at my family's apparent lack of respect for boundaries.

“Good morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, sweetheart. Are you planning on getting up any time soon?”

Her words were teasing, but I rolled my eyes as I was taken back to my teenage years when my mother would regularly have to drag me out of bed at noon.

“It’s only eight o’clock,” I pointed out. “It’s not like we’ve been sleeping all day.”

“I know, but I need your help,” she informed me with a sigh. “Grayson and Theo were going to help me make the pumpkin pie now to get it out of the way, but I can’t figure out how to turn your oven on.”

“It’s like any other oven.”

“No, it’s not like mine,” she insisted. “It’s confusing.”

As if on cue, my brother poked his head in the room with a smirk on his face.

“You shouldn’t buy such fancy, top of the line products if you don’t want to teach your guests how to use them.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned. “It’s not fancy and can you all please leave our bedroom? This is a huge invasion of privacy.”

“The door was open,” Jack shrugged. “Shouldn’t leave your door open if you don’t want people to come in.”

“It’s open because your son opened it.”

“And me!” Grayson chimed in, oblivious to my irritation.

“I sent them in here because I need your help,” my mother repeated. “But we’ll give you a few minutes to get ready. Boys, come on. We can wait in the kitchen.”

The boys scrambled off the bed and followed my mom out of the room. I draped my arm over my eyes and sighed as Chris chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, peeking at Chris. “My family clearly has no respect for our personal space.”

“It’s fine,” He assured me, leaning over to place a kiss on my lips. “They mean well.”

“Do they?”

I was skeptical, but Chris nodded.

“I’m sure they do,” he insisted, throwing back the blanket and swinging his legs off the bed. “I’ll go help them turn on the oven before they come back.”

I sighed again before sitting up as well.

“I’ll come with you. I won’t make you face them alone.”

“They’re not that bad,” Chris smiled. “It’s nice havin’ them around.”

I pulled on a sweater over my pyjamas as Chris threw some sweatpants over the underwear he liked to sleep in.

“You’re a saint.”

Chris laughed, but simply shrugged as he headed to the door, pausing briefly as he extended his hand and waited for me to take it before leading me out to see my family.

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The morning was chaotic, but in the most wonderful way. Once everyone had breakfast and coffee, we set to work organizing things for the afternoon. I was grateful that Grayson and Theo were getting along so well and kept each other entertained and out of the way as my mom, Andrea and I set to work preparing all the food while Chris, Jack and my dad were working on the table situation and finding enough chairs for all of the seventeen people that would be in our dining room that evening. Before the pandemic, Chris often had all his friends over so we luckily did have enough space and chairs for everyone, but since we didn’t have much need for them most of the time they were stored away in the garage. Unfortunately, there was also a dart board and an old foosball table tucked away in there which made the whole process take almost three times as long as it should have, but - with a little nagging from me - everything was in place by the time the rest of our guests arrived.

We’d assured Chris’ family that they didn’t have to bring anything, but when Lisa insisted she had to contribute something I relented and suggested a bottle of wine. However, I was surprised when we greeted them to see Scott and Steve carrying in what appeared to be a crate of wine each.

“I said a bottle,” I protested. “This is too much!”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t be silly,” Lisa argued as she pulled me in for a hug. “There’s almost twenty people here, one bottle would barely be enough for one sip each.”

“So, you decided everyone needs their own bottle?” I teased as she laughed. “We did stock up as well, we didn’t expect you all to share one.”

“Well, it was the least we could do.”

“Where do you want it all?” Scott asked. “In the kitchen? Can we pour anyone a drink?”

Realizing I hadn’t thought of a reason for my sobriety, I tried to deter him.

“Already, Scott?” I laughed. “It’s only one o’clock!”

“And it’s a holiday,” he shrugged. “We can start drinking whenever we want.”

Several people voiced their agreement and gave Scott their drink requests, but I simply shook my head and assured him I wanted to wait until closer to dinner. He respected that answer and headed off to the kitchen with Chris, Jack and Steve while the rest of Chris’ family went with me to get settled in the living room. I made a few introductions between the people in our families who hadn’t met yet before sitting on the couch between Andrea and Carly.

Seeing our families together was a refreshing sight. I loved my family and I loved Chris’ family and it filled my heart to see them all in one room, getting along like we were all one big family. Our mothers spent the first few hours giggling together and planning our wedding for us, the men - Jack, Scott, Steve, my dad and Carly’s husband, Tom - had started a very serious sounding ranking of various beers, the women - Andrea, Carly and Shanna - were bonding over their work as teachers and the kids were playing Mario Kart on the TV in the corner with the older ones being very patient with Grayson and Theo. There was plenty of mingling between all the little groups that had naturally sectioned off and Chris and I floated between everyone, revelling in how well everyone was getting along.

Time flew by as everyone was happily bonding and as dinner drew nearer, I gestured for Chris to help me clear the plates from the appetizers we’d put out and made him follow me to the kitchen for a quick chat.

“It’s going so well,” I smiled at him as he quickly stacked the plates in the dishwasher. “Everyone’s getting along.”

“Of course they are,” Chris chuckled. “I knew they would.”

“I did too, but it’s a relief to have the confirmation,” I admitted. “Imagine if they all hated each other? I’d be devastated.”

Chris shook his head in amusement as he closed the dishwasher before walking over to me and sliding his arms around my waist.

“I never even entertained that thought because I knew it wouldn’t happen.”

“Well, I wish I’d shared your confidence instead of worrying for nothing.” I buried my head into his chest and enjoyed our little moment of quiet for a minute or two before I pulled back to look up at him. “Should we tell them now?”

“Now?” Chris looked surprised. “I thought you wanted to wait until after dinner?”

“I did,” I nodded. “But I don’t really have a reason not to drink so it might be easier to just do it now.”

“You don’t have to give a reason,” Chris pointed out. “Even if you weren’t pregnant and just didn’t feel like it, that would be okay.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged with a smile. “But they all know me well enough to know that would be a little suspicious.”

Chris chuckled as he shook his head at me again.

“I didn’t know you had such a bad reputation.”

“I really do,” I giggled before giving him my best puppy dog eyes. “But I think we should just tell everyone now before they figure it out.”

From the look on Chris’ face he was well aware that I was only partially being honest about my motivations and that I was also partially just very eager to break the news to everyone, but I was relieved when he nodded in agreement.

“I don’t mind telling them now,” he assured me. “I can go play a round of Mario Kart with the kids and give Gray the signal.”

I smiled as nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

“Do you think he’ll be able to pull it off?”

“I hope so,” Chris smirked. “But, I mean, he did come up with the whole plan almost entirely by himself so he should know what he’s doing.”

I laughed as I thought back to the afternoon we’d spent discussing the plan with Grayson. He was enthusiastic and full of all kinds of wild ideas for how we could share our news until we finally settled on one of his more reasonable suggestions. It still had quite a theatrical element to it and I was hopeful that Grayson had inherited some of his dad’s skill to help him flourish in his role.

“It’ll be cute,” I smiled, stretching up to place a kiss on his lips. “However it ends up.”

“He’s gonna nail it,” Chris assured me. “How long do you think it’ll take them to figure it out?”

“Well, Scott has been plying everyone with drinks for the last couple of hours,” I pointed out. “So, probably longer than it should.”

Chris chuckled as he moved away from me.

“That’s probably true. Well, are you ready to find out?”

I nodded, trying not to grin too widely as I took his hand and we headed back into the living room. As promised, Chris headed straight over to where the kids were playing video games and demanded that they let him have a turn as I sat back down next to our mothers. They asked how the turkey was coming along and offered to help once I started working on the vegetables or any other last minute things that needed assembling, but while I tried my best to engage, my focus was on Chris and Grayson the entire time. I watched as they had one race in the game and smiled when it was done as I saw Grayson take a deep breath and stand up.

“No, thanks, I don’t want a turn,” he announced to all of his cousins, a little too loudly to be natural. “I’m thirsty!”

He marched over to the little table we’d given them for their drinks and picked up his glass. He tossed back his juice, pretending to be drinking quickly out of thirst as he rather sloppily spilled it all down the front of his shirt.

“Oh, no!” He frowned, turning to face us with an exaggerated look of worry on his face. “I got my shirt dirty!”

I sipped my own drink, trying to hide the grin on my face as Chris stood up.

“That’s okay,” he chuckled. “We can get you a new one. C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

Grayson nodded and followed Chris out of the living room. To my surprise, no one in the room seemed to notice how staged and over the top his performance had been.

“He must take after you, Whitney,” Jack teased. “She needed a sippy cup practically until she was fifteen.”

“That is not true,” I scoffed, shooting him a playful glare. “You’re not invited the next time we have a party. You’re so mean to me.”

He shrugged and blew me a kiss, but other than that observation, no one in the room commented and I was relieved. We all settled back into our conversations, but I kept one eye on the door as I eagerly awaited Grayson’s entrance. It didn’t take long for him to reappear, stopping in the doorway with a grin on his face and his hands on his hips to draw even more attention to the shirt he was wearing. The shirt that clearly said: Big Brother.

But no one noticed.

He was standing there - looking incredibly proud - but due to the number of people in the room and the many engrossing conversations that were happening, no one paid much attention when Chris and Grayson walked back in.

But Grayson wasn’t fazed.

He simply marched over to the table in the middle of all the adults and casually took a few chips from the bowl on the table as if he knew that someone would eventually look at him. When they didn’t, Chris and I watched in amusement as his crunching slowly got louder and louder as he was clearly trying to draw attention to himself until finally Carly noticed what he was doing.

“Wow, Grayson, you’re really enjoying those chips,” she teased before her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what does your shirt say?”

The shock in her voice drew the attention of almost every other adult in the room as Grayson grinned, backed up a few steps and held out his shirt for everyone to see.

“It says ‘big brother’!”

His announcement had everyone’s eyes drifting over to me with their curiosity written all over their faces as Chris moved to stand behind Grayson.

“Surprise,” I smiled. “I’m pregnant!”

The room then immediately erupted into an absolutely chaotic scene of love.

Both of our mothers dove in and wrapped me in a hug from both sides as I laughed in the middle. Carly and Shanna dashed across the room to practically tackle Chris and Jack ran over to sweep Grayson - who was giggling with joy - into his arms. Everyone else was shouting their congratulations and I felt like my heart couldn’t be any more full than it was at that moment.

Once everyone calmed down, the questions started.

“How far along are you?” Andrea asked. “When are you due?”

“I’m almost four and a half months,” I grinned. “I’m due around the end of April.”

“And how have you been feeling?”

That question came from my mother and Chris jumped in to answer before I could.

“She’s been super sick,” he informed everyone. “She’s better now, but man, it was brutal. I was worried.”

“I was fine,” I rolled my eyes. “I had some bad morning sickness, but it was nothing unusual.”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but I shot him a look and was grateful when Carly chimed in.

“It’s amazing how sick it can make you. I was really sick with Stella, but my doctor assured me that it was all normal.”

“Exactly,” I smiled. “And it all stopped almost as soon as my first trimester was over.”

“That’s good to hear,” Lisa nodded. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?”

“I have an ultrasound at the beginning of January so we’ll find out then.”

“I want a brother!”

Everyone smiled at Grayson’s interjection, but Jack reassured him.

“Your mom is my sister,” he reminded him. “So, having a sister isn’t always bad.”

“I bet Ethan and Miles would agree with that,” Carly smiled. “But having a brother is pretty good too.”

“We’ll just be happy as long as it’s happy and healthy,” Chris shrugged, shooting me a smile. “Show ‘em your bump.”

I laughed as he’d done the same thing when his friends found out too, but it was sweet how excited he was so I stood up and pulled my shirt up enough for it to show. There was a chorus of ‘aww’s’ at the sight before Scott lifted his drink.

“Cheers!” He grinned. “To Whitney, Chris, Grayson and their growing family.”

Everyone raised their glasses to join in the toast before standing and moving to hug the three of us. It wasn’t until my dad pulled me into his arms that I saw the emotion on his face.

“Oh my gosh, Dad, are you crying?”

He squeezed me tightly and cleared his throat.

“I’m just happy for you, Monkey,” he choked out. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud that I’m not as much of a mess as the last time I told you that I was pregnant?”

My words were teasing, but as my dad leaned back his face was very serious.

“Proud of the life you’ve built for yourself,” he clarified. “Proud that you’re such an amazing mother and a wonderful person.”

“Dad,” I murmured, trying to fight back tears of my own that his words brought to my eyes. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

He smiled and pulled me in for another hug before letting me slip away back to Chris. 

As soon as I got close enough, Chris pulled me against his side and pressed a kiss to the top of my head as his hand rubbed gently against my bump. Grayson scurried over to throw his arms around our legs and I felt tears of joy fill my eyes as I was filled with gratitude for how much love we had around us. It was an amazing feeling to have so much support for our growing family especially coming from those we loved most. I never doubted that they would all be happy about our news, but the sheer joy that they had for us really proved to me just how far we’d come and I was so thrilled that they were all just as excited for the next part of our journey as we were.

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[hangovercurse]

Home Sweet Home

You bring Colson to your hometown for the first time.

Request: “Can you write a Colson imagine where you take him back to your hometown to meet your family and friends and he’s nervous everyone will hate him but everyone ends up loving him? And maybe include a run in with some girls from high school that are jealous 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I try to be as inclusive as possible in my fics but its hard when writing about families in this capacity, so I just went with the most generic family model possible. Also, my family is very unusual so I don’t really know how families interact… oop

Word Count: 2979

“Will you stop freaking out, you’re making me nervous.” You placed a soft hand on the shaking leg of your boyfriend. “And they’re my family.”

He let out a sigh, the shaking stopping momentarily as he pulled you as close to him as possible in the back of your Uber. “What if your parents hate me?”  

Taking a deep breath, you assured him again, “my parents are not going to hate you. We’ve been over this; they’re going to love you.”

“Your dad is going to take one look at me and punch me in the face.” Colson said, a pout on his face.

You let out a chuckle, “he is not. And even if he does, you can take a punch.”

Despite your laughter, Colson remained stoic, “I’m serious Y/N, dads hate me. I look like everything you’d want your daughter to avoid.”

A sigh left your lips at his admittance of insecurity. “Babe listen to me, please. My parents are going to love you because I love you. And if they don’t then tough shit because you’re not going anywhere.”

He nodded, but you could still see the worry behind his eyes. “I just really want them to like me. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

You smiled at the comment, heart fluttering. “I’m in love with you.”

He looked at you deeply, a smile falling onto his lips, “and I’m in love with you, princess.” His lips pressed a small kiss against the crown of your head and rested there until the car pulled up to your childhood home. You felt your boyfriend tense up beside you, so you reached for his arm that was around your middle, rubbing soft shapes through the sleeves.

“I’m gonna be right next to you the whole night.” You told him as you moved to open the door, breathing in the refreshing air. LA was lovely, but it was nice to be able to breathe properly in your hometown.

Colson grabbed your bags out of the trunk, even though you insisted you could help. “Go say hi to your family, babe. I got it.”

You pressed a small kiss to his cheek, whispering a small “see you inside” before rushing to the familiar front door. Years of memories lie beyond its wood, memories you were excited to relive.

Knowing your family would keep it unlocked for you, you turned the knob and pushed the door open. The smell of your family’s cooking filled your nose, and immediately members of your family found you.

“Y/N!” Your younger cousins screamed, racing over to you to hug you. The last time you’d seen them they were 5 and 7, now they were 8 and 10.

“You guys have gotten so big! Did you drink some sort of magic potion or something?” You asked, a smile on your face.

Your mom had told you that she and your father would be cooking, but you didn’t think they’d invited your entire family. Although, you should have assumed they would given how close your family was.

Once your cousins let go of you, you turned around to see Colson waving off the Uber driver and making his way to the door. You turned to your younger cousins once he got close enough for them to see him. “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Colson.” They gave small waves as you introduced them to Colson, who gave them a big smile.

“C’mon, babe. I’ll show you to our room.” You grabbed one of the bags from his hand, much to his dismay, and led him through the house. After you had moved to LA, your parents had turned your bedroom into the guest room, but some of the decorations from your younger years had remained on the walls.

Colson looked around the room, smiling as he thought of younger you growing up in here. “Is this a Bowie vinyl?” He asked, motioning to the vinyl record on the wall as he set your bags onto the bed.

You nodded, smiling wide. “Yep, got it for my 15th birthday. Signed and everything.” Your boyfriend nodded in appreciation as his eyes moved around the room. You wrapped your arms around his middle, cuddling into his chest. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest from how nervous he was. “You’re not gonna freak out and run off on me, are you?” You asked, a light humor in your voice.

Colson let out a dry chuckle, “no, I’ll be okay.” He mumbled, squeezing you closer to him. “But what if  we just stayed in here forever?”

You slapped his chest playfully, “c’mon loser, you’re coming to meet my family whether you like it or not.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door.

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted with his free hand, making you giggle.

You made your way into the kitchen where your mom was standing with your aunts and sister. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, “you made it!” She came over and gave you a tight hug, “How was the flight?” She asked.

“It was fine, we slept most of the way.” You smiled before turning to Colson. “Mom, this is Colson, you’ve met him over facetime a couple times now, remember?”

She smiled moving to pull him into a hug. He had a shocked look on his face but reciprocated the hug. You mouthed “sorry” to him, giggling silently. He just smiled and shook his head, letting you know he was okay.

“Of course, I remember! She talks about you all the time.” You blushed as Colson smiled proudly. “You’re much taller in person.” Your mom noted, making you and Colson chuckle.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Your sister cleared her throat, grabbing your attention, “right! Colson, this is my sister and my aunts.”

They each introduced themselves politely. You told them you were going to go outside to find your dad and brothers. Before you left your sister pulled you to the side and whispered in your ear, “okay, I knew LA was full of hot guys, but how’d you manage to pull that?”

You laughed out loud, “Y/S/N! That’s so mean!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, but then whispered again, “but seriously, god damn.”

You rolled your eyes, “next time I’ll bring you one back.” She giggled, nodding in encouragement.

You took Colson’s hand, ignoring his quizzical look, and led him to your backyard. “That wasn’t too bad, right?” You checked in on him.

He sighed, “no, but moms are never bad. If moms don’t like you, they’ll say it in secret. Dads will say it to your face.”

“My mom loved you, and so will my dad. Just trust me.” You smiled, squeezing his hand.

You found your dad sitting on a lawn chair with your grandparents. Your brothers were throwing a football around with some of your older cousins and uncles. You greeted the three in lawn chairs, your dad standing up to give you a hug.

“Hey, Y/N/N. How are you?” Your dad asked.

“I’m good! Glad to be home!” You smiled.

Your grandpa grunted, “you should never leave, then.”

You chuckled, leaning down to give both him and your grandma hugs. “You’ll be so sick of me in three days, you’ll be begging me to leave.”

Once you stood up straight, you motioned to Colson, “This is my boyfriend, Colson. You’ve kind of met him before, Dad.”

Your dad reached out his arm for Colson to shake, earning him a strong nod. “Strong grip. I like him.” Your dad looked towards you. You could tell he didn’t remember meeting Colson on facetime, but you hadn’t expected him to.

“Grandpa, you’ll like this. Colson knows all four members of Motley Crue.” You smiled, winking at your boyfriend.

The older man looked impressed, “really? I was a roadie on the Theatre of Pain tour.”

Colson nodded, a smile on his face. “I played Tommy Lee in their biopic and then, uh, we recorded a song together.” You grinned proudly as the two talked about their experiences with the band.

Your dad put a hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly, “You happy?” He whispered.

You turned to look at him, “yeah. He’s a good guy, trust me.”

Your dad nodded, “oh, I can tell. Just wanted to make sure.” You thanked him, watching your boyfriend interact with your family. “Now you gotta introduce him to your brothers.” He chuckled at your sigh.

“Do I have permission to punch them if they act like assholes?” You asked, only kind of joking.

Your dad pushed you towards the lawn, “I see nothing.” You smile, grabbing Colson’s hand and leading him away from your grandpa once they’d finished their conversation.

“Okay, so I knew you were freaking out about my parents, so I didn’t want to freak you out even more.” You started, causing a panic look to cross Colson’s face. “My brothers are…” you searched for the words, “assholes. But like, loveable assholes. But they’re probably gonna give you shit, but it’s out of love. But I have no problem hitting them if you want me to.” You smiled.

He raised an eyebrow, “normally I’d say that’s my job but I feel like it’d be easier for your family to forgive you than me.” You laughed, pulling him to the guys and introducing him.

It turns out, your brothers actually really liked Colson, which was somehow worse than them hating him. Because it meant that they stole him from you. When you went back inside to talk more with your mom, your brothers demanded Colson stay outside with them. He seemed happy, so you let him stay, excited that your family was taking to him so well.

An hour later, dinner was almost ready, so your brothers started to set up the folding tables outside, which Colson gladly helped with. You were helping your mom finish up the last of the food, watching your best friend and soulmate through the window with adoration. He was helping your younger cousin put the tablecloth on the table, the scene reminding you of the time Casie and him took you out for a picnic on your birthday. You couldn’t wait to bring her here.

“You chose a good one.” Your grandma commented from behind you, making you jump a little bit. Once you registered her words, you blushed, mumbling out a thank you. “I can tell he really loves you. A granny can always tell.”

You smiled, “I really love him, too.” You turned back to check on him, catching his eye. He sent you a bright grin, making your grandma pat you on the shoulder before walking back to your mom to help her.

The rest of the night was magical, Colson by your side the entire time. Eventually most of your family left, leaving you and Colson to go to bed. You cuddled into his side, a smile on both of your faces. “They all love you, y’know?”

He hummed in response, squeezing your waist. “I love you.”

You chuckled, “you’re so fucking cheesy.”

 The next day you were determined to take Colson on a tour of your town, starting with the skate park you spent almost every day at in high school. “We would’ve been best friends when we were kids.” He said as you dragged him through the park.

“We’re best friends now.” You chuckled, pausing to press a kiss to his lips.

He hummed, “I think we’re a little more than best friends but okay.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him further into the park until you spotted a familiar face.

“Little Benny?” You asked, your face lighting up. The younger guy’s eyes widened, running up to you.

“Y/N?” he asked, pulling you in for a hug.

You chuckled, “You were like, 12 the last time I saw you, what the hell?”

The man laughed along with you, “well you were the one who ran off to LA miss big-time producer.”

You smiled, realizing he had probably checked up on you. Benny was about 7 years younger than you and had looked up to you almost his whole life. Seeing him so grown up was a strange experience for you.

You noticed him glancing to Colson, his eyes going wide. “You’re-“

You laughed, “Benny this is Colson, my boyfriend. Also known as-“

“Machine Gun Kelly!” The younger boy exclaimed, making Colson chuckle.

He reached out his hand, which Benny gladly shook, “nice to meet you, man.”

“Kells, this is Benny, my friend from high school. I taught him how to skate.”

“More like your protégé.” A female voice said. Behind Benny came Deanie, another girl his age you had taught. Benny’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

You smiled at the two, knowing Benny had liked her since he was in middle school. “Hi Deanie.” You said, the girl smiling back at you. “This is Colson, my boyfriend.”

“Are you gonna skate?” She asked, eyes going wide.

You sighed, shaking your head, “sorry, guys. Maybe later, I’m just showing Colson around the town right now.”

Deanie and Benny both pouted, “damn, she goes off to Hollywood and forgets all about us.” Benny joked, making you all laugh.

You grabbed Colson’s hand, “We’ll see you guys later!” You waved, pulling the man away from the couple.

“It was nice to meet you!” He said, making you smile. “You seriously taught him how to skate?”

You nodded as you continued your trek to the diner you used to work at. “Yep, I taught most of the kids how to skate, although I guess they’re all his age now.”

Colson grinned, “so you’re, like, a legend here.” He commented, but you shook your head, laughing.

“No, I was a loser.”

“Not to those two, you’re not.” He said, swinging your intertwined hands. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything further.

You finally arrived at the small diner you used to work at. About 50 feet away from the door, Colson’s phone buzzed. “Shit, Slim’s calling.”

“Take it, I’ll grab a table and you can meet me inside.” He smiled thankfully, answering the call as you walked inside.

You immediately spotted Wesley, the cook you’d known since you were 16, through the order window. The smell of the diner was familiar, and for a moment you felt like you were walking in for a shift. You leaned against the bar, “Hey, Wes!” You called, drawing the cook’s eye.

“Little miss Y/N! Is that really you?” You smiled at the old man.

“It sure is! How’s the diner?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” You giggled at his response. Wes had opened the diner in the 90’s and swore he’d burn with the building.

You grabbed a booth in the corner, just in case there happened to be any peering eyes in your small town.

Unfortunately, your table was in Liza’s section, a girl who’d hated you since you were kids. You found it quite funny that she was still working at the diner after all this time, silently thankful that you’d gotten out of the town.

She scowled when she saw you but walked over anyways. “What happened? Strike out in Hollywood and now you’re back here trying to get your job back?”

Her voice was just as annoying as it had always been. “Or did your rich sugar daddy dump your ass and now you’re home begging for money?”

You wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off her face, but you refrained. “Actually-“ You started, but you got cut off by your boyfriend.

“You have a sugar daddy and didn’t tell me about it? Babe I would’ve helped you scam him for so much more.” He smiled, sitting across from you, and grabbing your hand that was resting on the table.

Upon realizing who was sitting across from you, Liza stiffened. “You’re-“

“Y/N’s boyfriend, nice to meet you.” He smiled, an evil glint in his eyes.

“Machine Gun Kelly!” Liza said, her squeaky voice making you cringe.

“I prefer Colson, but yeah.” He sighed, looking back over to see your annoyed expression.

Liza looked between the two of you, a look at disgust on her face. “Seriously? Why the hell are you going out with her? You could do so much better.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock at her blunt rudeness. Colson’s jaw clenched as he spoke, “what, like you?”

The girl shrugged, not catching the sarcasm that dripped from his voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t know what she’s told you but she’s a talentless bitch whose probably only dating you for money or fame, or both.”

Luckily, Wes came out to the front of the house to greet Colson, stopping him from punching a girl in the middle of the restaurant. “Nice to meet you, man. I’m Wes, owner, cook, and the best boss Y/N has ever had.” Colson shook his hand, still glaring at Liza.

“Yep.” You agreed with the man. Your voice was soft to calm Colson down, which worked a little bit.

Colson shot the man a grin, “nice to meet you, Wes. Y/N talks about this place all the time.”

The look of pride on Wes’s face was unforgettable. “Well, if you two need anything, just let me know.”

Colson looked towards Liza, annoyance returning to his features, “do you think we could get a new waiter?”

You almost laughed seeing the look of shock on her features, but Wes happily obliged, handing your table over to a newer waitress. Liza had steam coming out of her ears, but you ignored her.

“Thank you.” You muttered. “She’s hated me since we were kids.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah I could tell. Couldn’t have her talking shit like that.” He squeezed your hand, “now, what’s good here?”

[retroellie]

Ellie Williams as a mom

Summary: Ellie and Joel daughter!reader as moms <3

A/N: I’m not done with requests but this was in my head so i had to do it :)  Also sorry i haven’t been active, i have literally had no motivation at all lmao. 

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, mentions of miscarriage (not really but just incase) 

Word count: 1.5K 

- When you found out you were pregnant, oh my lord she was so excited. (Lets just say y’all were planning it so it’s not like the dina situation) 

-You guys keep in on the down low for a minute just so you know your pregnant and your not gonna lose the baby

-It literally eats her up inside cause she wants to show you off

-Once you get past like 3 months, you can’t really hide it anymore so the first person you tell is your dad (Joel) 

-Joel is so happy oml he could cry 

-Than slowly everyone finds out, everyone loved you and ellie so this baby wasn’t just yours it was the community’s 

-Everyone was happy for the two of you 

-Ellie was the most excited though, she loved every single thing about you being pregnant 

-She would caress your belly, giving it soft kisses while you tried to take a nap 

-She would talk to your little belly too<3 

-”Hey kiddo, it’s your mom. Well your other mom, hey i wonder how that would work?? Will they call us both mom.” 

-”You know, you're gonna have the coolest family. You got your Granddaddy Joel, the coolest man ever. You have your momma, just like her daddy the coolest most badass woman you’ll ever meet.” 

-”One day, when you get older. I’m gonna take you to the moon with me and of course your momma’s gonna come with us.”

-Everything you need she gets you, she wants to spoil both of her babies

-She loves seeing you pregnant but she hates the effects it has on you 

-Your really tired all the time, your feet swell up sometimes, and the stomach aches you get 

-Around 4 or 5 months you decide to get the farmhouse, y’all want your own space with each other and the baby 

-Joel’s not really happy about it, he doesn’t want his babygirl to get hurt ya know 

-”You guys can build a little farmhouse here in jackson, you know where there’s protection and your families here.” 

-”Dad, I love it here but we need our own space. I want this kid to grow up independent, you never know what’s going to happen to me and ellie.” 

-Joel can’t fight with you, he just gives in because it’s what you want and he wants you to be happy

-Plus he will most definitely do country boy things there because he’s a whore for a good farm house 

-Moving out was hard for you, you had to say goodbye to your friends even if you do live literally 5 minutes from Jackson plus girl your pregnant; hormones are going crazy 

-The whole town help you guys get situated, imaging that is so cute idc 

-The pregnant sex in the farmhouse hits differently because your horny all the time and ellie just loves how sensitive you are because of the hormones

 -I swear y’all have sex at least 3 times a day

-Morning sex, after breakfast sex, lunch sex, ‘this painting is tiring’ sex, before and after dinner sex, shower sex, before bed sex 

-Maria is definitely planned a baby shower for y’all and she went full on out 

-Obviously babies are born in Jackson often but it’s not every day when the town leader’s niece is having a baby, so it’s huge 

-Joel gave you a crib he made, LORD IMMA CRY WAIT A MINUTE 

-Everyone pitches in to give y’all something 

-You and ellie decorate the nursery together, it’s definitely space themed idc 

-Joel and tommy help too :) Joel helps paint the crib he made with stars and rocket ships 

-It takes 5 days to complete but it’s so worth it

-The walls are painted dark blue with white little stars and your dad helped you make a little planet mobile 

-By the time your 7-8 months you guys are mostly comfortable and happy, the house is almost done and the farm is growing little by little 

-There’s still stuff to do around the house and it bothers you so you're always doing stuff 

-Ellie hates it because mama you are literally about to pop and you still out here carrying pieces of wood upstairs 

-”Baby, you gotta be careful or your gonna end up giving birth on the stairs” She jokes

 -”I’m not incapable of doing things baby, i’ll be fine; plus it’ll build her muscles up, she’ll be okay.” You joke back 

-Joel always told you that you were like your mom, never stopping even if your carrying another human in your stomach 

-Around the end of 8 months you had decided to stay back at Jackson because you could go into labor at any time 

-When you finally give birth it is the hardest thing you have ever done 

-Your family is in the room with you and ellie is holding your hand, even throughout the pain you're still cracking jokes with ellie 

-”Woah! Okay your hand is all the way inside” 

-”Womb tour *sobs*” 

-”If i go through all this pain for my baby to not like David bowie, i swear it’s going back in.” 

-Ellie is literally dying of laughter

-She holds you hand the entire time and she gives you soft kisses

-When the baby finally get here, there is a wave of relief that comes over you

-You stay in Jackson for a little bit for a week or 2 until you guys can go back home

-Ellie does literally everything you need her to do because your still healing 

-She will gladly stay in bed with you all day if you need her too 

-She willingly gets up in the middle of the night with the baby just to let you sleep and it hurts her heart when she has to wake you up to breastfeed 

-Speaking of breastfeeding, it makes her blush a little when your breastfeeding 

-She finds it so hot when you parent, idk how to explain it but it just gets her going 

-She also loves your mom bod, like your boobs got a lil more bigger and your hips got wider 

-She just loves you as a mom, like she thinks you are so hot 

-Ellie loves holding the baby, She’s so soft and small. She will never get over how pure she is 

-Ellie will show her around the farm, showing her all the animals and making her giggle 

-She’ll love to spend time with the baby, she’s such a good mommy i swear 

-She will definitely make time for you of course

-You guys don’t even have to smash to feel satisfied, just 20 minutes alone with each other would be good enough for the both of you 

-She loves when you call her mommy throughout the day 

-”Well good morning mommy” 

-”Does mommy wanna watch too.” 

-It’s so soft and cute, ugh she’s just a big ole softy now 

-Grandpa joel....that’s all

-He’d be such a good grandpa, he would spoil that child rotten 

-He would tell you how to parent, as annoying as it could be sometimes you appreciate the help because you honestly have no idea what you're doing sometimes 

-”You're patting her too softly, you have to do it a bit harder.” 

-”Dad... I know what i’m doing.” 

-”I know, i know. I just want her to get a good burp in, don’t we?” He said to the baby, smiling down at her 

-Joel definitely babysits all the time, like he will straight up ask you if he could take your kid in for the night 

-you and ellie let him, obviously y’all need a decent night of sleep and a night full of... you know ;)

-Ellie does yoga with you to help you get back in shape, ellie doesn’t think you need too because she loves your belly <3 (your beautiful babe :))

-But you just want to regulate your body back a little bit

-You guys and the baby would have little pinics together, they are so cute 

-You have pictures upon pictures of the baby on the wall, like literally your baby has taken over the house 

- Dancing with the baby obviously 

-Ellie would read to the baby a lot, there has been countless times when she had fallen asleep in the rocking chair with the baby 

-Ellie massages your boobies when they get sore from breastfeeding, she feels so bad :(

-Joel and Tommy make wooden toys for the baby, they get so excited to give them to the baby 

-Her room is filled with toys from them and she is literally still an infant lmao 

-OH AND TOMMY AS AN UNCLE(??) luckiest kid ever 

-You both do farm work with the baby or one of you does farm work while the other keeps the baby from crying 

-You guys won’t force your baby to play with barbies if she doesn’t want to 

-but when she gets old enough ellie plans on taking her out in the city for practice of killing infected 

-That scares you but your award you both have to prepare her for anything that happens 

-But besides that y’all are the cutest parents and ellie deserves to be happy with her daughter :)

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

[holylulusworld]

Her substitute (4) - Back Home

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms. 

Square Filled: Bonham Walker for @walker-bingo​​

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, awkward situations, idiots in love, Walkers family is the best, arguments, implied smut

Word Count: 1,6 k

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<< Part 3

“Y/N,” Stella clings to you, refuses to let go of you. The moment you got out of your old truck she jumped at you, crying as you came back. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” you swallow thickly when Stella tells you how much she has missed you. For now, you will hide you still don’t know if you will stay or go back to New York. “How have you been? I know my departure was—sudden.”

“It was his fault, wasn’t it?” she chokes out, looking up at you. “Why can’t he just admit he wants to go out with you? Dad should stop being so stubborn.”

“Your father and I, we are friends and partners. It’s complicated, you know. Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t your mom’s best friend. I think Cor—I mean your dad doesn’t know how to express his feelings. And I don’t know if it’s a good idea that I stay here.”

“Why? You are family, Y/N. Please don’t leave us again. August, he doesn’t show it but he’s missing you too. He’s as stubborn as dad,” Stella sighs when you run your hand over her hair. “Dad is an idiot for not seeing how much you care about him.”

“There she is, the long-lost daughter,” Bonham smirks when you walk toward the house, Stella hot on your heels. She refused to leave your side since you are back in town, even followed you home when you tried to change clothing.

“Hi,” you let Cordell’s father wrap you in a hug. “How have things been since I’ve been gone? Do you still drive your wife crazy?” he snickers at your words.

“So, you’ve become an important FBI agent now?” he looks at you, searching your face while hoping you will come back. “I heard about Cordell and you. Why didn’t you tell me you are about to become our new daughter-in-law?”

“Bonham,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly, “this is all a misunderstanding. Cordell and I are only friends and partners.”

“Do you want to tell me you left your home, your family for a job you don’t want out of the blue? I know about the blind date and that you left town right after you canceled, the party,” he slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you into the house. “I am an old man, not blind nor stupid.”

“Love is out of the question for Cordell and me,” Bonham doesn’t say a word. He guides you into the house, biting his tongue. “Emily was the woman he loved, and it will always be her for him. I don’t think he will be able to open his heart for someone else.”

“How about we save the heavy topics for later and have dinner? Abeline made your favorite, and she made a pie to die for, Y/N,” you hate to say no to Bonham, so you nod silently, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know, if he doesn’t man up and asks you out, I’ll handle this for him.”

“Bonham,” he laughs when you try to stop him from playing the matchmaker for you and his son. “Please don’t try to change his mind. Cordell is—”

“A stubborn man, but he has feelings for you, my dear. He’s like his old man,” Bonham ends your sentence. “Y/N, he’s a good man, with a broken heart. He just needs a little push. Let me push him if I must.”

“That’s delicious Abeline,” you try to break the awkward tension in the dining room. While Stella and August won’t stop asking questions about New York, the FBI and your training Cordell sits opposite you, frowning anytime you say something, “as always.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Cordell’s mother gives you a soft smile, offering another slice of the pie to you. “You are always welcome to join us for dinner. Cordell should invite you more often.”

“Mom,” Cordell clears his throat, eyes drifting toward you again. Tonight, he sticks to water, doesn’t even touch the beer his father offered to him. “Y/N will come around when she finds the time. She has her own life…maybe even in New York.”

“Dad,” Stella drops her fork. She grimaces, pointing her finger at you. “Do you want her to leave town again? Why don’t you ask her out? If you can go out with that other woman, you can go out with Y/N!”

“Stella,” August tries to spare you another hurtful scene. He’s grown for his age, and you give him a weak smile. “We talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Fine,” grasping for her water Stella glares at her father. “If she leaves all of us because of you, I will never forgive you.”

“I think that is enough,” Bonham speaks up. “Y/N doesn’t owe you anything, Stella. She is important to all of us, but this doesn’t mean she must stay in town and work as a Texas Ranger, not when she has the chance to become an FBI agent.”

“Grandpa,” Stella sniffs, looking at him, pleadingly. “Please. I don’t want to lose her too. He can’t ruin everything for us. Mom died because—”

“Enough,” this time you drop the fork. “It was my fault too. We arrested that man together. I was the one not wanting to give up and your mom and Jason paid the price. The guilt almost ate me up and your father was the one catching my fall,” you admit, pushing the tears away.

“What?” Stella inhales sharply. She always believed you are like Wonder Woman. Invincible and strong-willed. “But—but you seem so strong and…”

“Even the mightest people fall sometimes. It’s no shame to accept help from someone,” you clear your throat, eyes drifting toward Cordell. You know he’s ashamed Geri called you and that you saw him drunk once again. “Some people might say you are even stronger for accepting help.”

“Hi—erm, can I help you?” watching you clean the dishes Cordell awkwardly stands in the kitchen. “Mom said the dishwasher needs fixing. Let me lend you a hand.” He stands behind you to subtle sniff at your hair.

You can feel his chest press against your back when he tries to take the first plate out of your hand. “I—I can do this,” voice a little shaky you try to focus on the warm water soaking your hands, not the heat coming out of Cordell’s body. “How about you go back and chat a little or something.”

“Y/N, will it always be like that from now on? I want you to look at me the way you did before you left for New York,” he begins. “Please at least look at me. Even if you give me a dirty look. Just talk to me.”

“Do you think you are the only person thinking about shit all the time,” you place the plate back into the sink. “I think about Jason and Emily all the fucking time,” you turn around to jab your finger into his chest.

“Baby girl,” you whimper at the pet name. “I’m sorry—” he runs his large hands up and down your arms to calm you. “I should have stayed away from you, but I can’t. Y/N, I feel guilt too.” You huff at his words, not believing he feels sorry at all.

“Oh, you feel guilty for fucking me?” you retort, letting out a frustrated huff. “Do you know why I feel guilty, huh?” he shakes his head, swallowing thickly when tears well up to your eyes. “I feel guilty for getting them killed. I feel guilty for fucking my best friend’s husband. I feel guilty for hiding whatever we have from our families and friends. And I feel guilty for wanting you so bad that I can’t think straight when you are close to me.”

“Baby girl,” he gently cups your face, stroking your skin with his thumbs, “I’m so sorry for being an insensitive asshole. I should’ve told you how I feel a long time ago.” His lips softly press against your forehead, and you sigh deeply, hating he makes you feel weak all over again. “Please, give me a chance to show you I can be better.”

“I need to…I need to go,” you duck under his arm to escape the painful situation. Before you flee out of the house you look back over your shoulder to give Cordell one last glance. “Give me a few days to sort my thoughts, Cord. I just can’t be with you right now.”

“Hey, Ems,” you sit in front of your friend’s grave. “Do you think I should go back to New York? I-I know it’s wrong to love your husband, but I can’t stop my heart from beating only for him.” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Shit, I can still feel his hands on me. He’s just—fuck. Cordell gets under my skin, Emily.”

Silence is a good friend tonight, so you sit there in front of her grave, drinking your favorite beer. “Do you remember when we first met? I thought you hate me, and you believed I am too cool to hang out with you. But the truth is, back then, I thought you are the coolest girl I ever met.”

“Shit, I wish you were here with me, Emily. I swear, nothing would’ve happened between me and Cordell if you were here. I could’ve never done such a shady thing,” you sip at your beer, sighing deeply.

“...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands. God, his hands all over me and his lips against my throat. I love when he calls me baby girl. It drives me crazy, and I believe that I will lose my mind.”

“Coming,” Cordell grumbles, reluctantly opening the door to his house. “Y/N?” he gasps when you grab his shirt to bring him down for a messy kiss. “Baby girl.”

“Just shut up,” cupping the back of his neck, you kiss him again, this time slow and gentle. “I-I don’t know what to do. I only know that I want you.”

“I want you too—” you find yourself in his arms, your legs around his waist as he carries you inside his house. “Let me show you how much, baby girl…”

>> Part 5

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[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

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Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter six

Suna was completely in shock and he was overwhelmed. He just froze. What can a man do when his ex tells him he is a father, let alone the father of two toddlers.

He immediately thought about the trauma you must have faced, being pregnant and alone. He also thought about how much he’s missed already, he wasn’t there for their day of birth, their first steps, first words, he’s already missed so many birthdays.

All he ever wanted was to be a father, especially to be the father of the children he made with the woman he was in love with. Was it truly a blessing or a curse?

Surely you don’t want to get back together and live like a perfect family behind a white picket fence. He’d have to learn how to push his feelings aside for these kids and share custody of them somehow. Before he could even speak you were walking away and he quickly turned.

Why aren’t his legs moving? What’s pulling him back? Is he afraid of this responsibility and commitment? Of course he is. He doesn’t want to be a shitty dad, will he be able to raise them correctly? How if he’s always busy training and practicing. All his free time is dedicated to napping.

His heart truly broke the second time ever when he saw those grayish eyes looking back at him with such hurt and betrayal. They screamed that they needed him. He didn’t know how but he felt it. He decided that he was going to take a step and work things out with you. Maybe not romantically but he really wants to be in his kids life.

“After all this time and trouble I went through. You’re gonna let her walk away again?” Atsumu’s annoying voice filled the silent hallway. “Fucking bastard.” Suna seethed and turned with a glare. Osamu knew his brother fucked up and decided to be cautious in case Suna decided to land a few punches on his brother like the last time Atsumu has pissed off Suna.

But as Atsumu braced himself for a comeback or for a fist to meet his face he was met with Suna’s back as he ran to catch up with you. When Suna turned the corner he saw the staff parking lot and he began to run even faster.

If you leave it’ll be too late.

When he made it in the parking lot he stopped and used his height to his advantage and he looked around. He couldn’t see you anywhere. “Y/N!” He called outloud and his voice echoed. “Y/N!” He repeated. He was about to continue walking through when a car backed up and quickly breaked so that they wouldn’t run over the man. You looked through your mirror and saw Suna standing there and looking around like an idiot.

Your heart clenched yet you felt butterflies at the same time. He came, not for you but for the kids. You really hoped and prayed that he would come, and he did. You parked your car and you got out. He sighed in relief and neared you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I want to be in their lives I really do.” He exclaimed.

“It’s fine, Rin. I’m glad you want that.” You smiled softly.

For a moment he got lost in your eyes, and yours in his. It probably lasted less than a minute yet it felt like a eternity. Neither of you could turn away or say something else. It was comfortable and warm.

All of a sudden your phone rang and your finally blinked and turned away to answer your phone. “Did suna find you?” Jamie immediately asked. “Uh we were talking just now....” you said awkwardly and he stood awkwardly as well. “Ok good if not I was going to give him your number.” She sighed in relief and you rolled your eyes. “Alright I got to go, the kids have school in the morning.” You said and you both hung up.

“So I would love to stay and chat..ya know about the kids but they’re asleep already and they have school.” You mumbled. “No it’s fine I completely get it. School is important...are you available tomorrow? It’s off season for me so I don’t have any rough practices, only gym. I want to talk with you before meeting the kids.” He said and you nodded. “I’ll text you when to come over when I get home.” You told him and he nodded. You both exchanged numbers but Suna didn’t really seem that satisfied.

“Be safe. Text me when you guys get home safe.” He said and his eyes widened. “Okay, I will.” You smiled softly and he saw as you entered your car. You slowly pulled out and you drove away.

“Tsumu has her social media in case you’re curious.” Osamu spoke up causing Suna to jump. “What the hell dude, don’t just scare me like that.” He placed his hand over his chest and Osamu laughed.

“Come on, let’s go.” Osamu said and Suna nodded and walked away.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You muttered and slapped yourself as you drove. Your kids were already asleep so they couldn’t hear you having a mental breakdown on your way home. “Mommy you said a bad word.” Akira pointed out and you glanced at the mirror. “Sorry about that. Don’t repeat it okay?” You asked and she nodded. “I know I know.” She mumbled and look at her signed volleyball with a bored expression. “Is daddy going to be in our lives, now?” She asked and you sighed softly.

“Well we talked and it sounds like he wants to be there for you and nii-chan..he’s going to come over tomorrow while you’re at school so we can talk like adults. Then when you come home he’ll be there to hang out with you guys and you guys can get to know eachother.” You said hopefully.“I don’t like him. Why couldn’t Sakusa or Atsumu be our dad. Even that guy you were with earlier with the suit is fine. But dad is a jerk. He made you cry.” Rini huffed and your eyes widened, were they awake the whole time?

“Hey, I know you don’t know him but your shouldn’t disrespect your father like that. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have had you guys. You two are the best things that has ever happened to me. You’re a Suna, once you get to know your dad I know you’ll be proud that I put your last name as Suna not Kageyama.” You told him and he scowled.

“Can you tell us more about dad?” Akira asked and you nodded. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. “Why did you fall in love with him.” Rini immediately asked, “Well he was sweet and funny, he loved anime and we were in the same class. He also taught me how to love volleyball again after my grandpa died.” You said smoothly. “What position did he play? Did he go pro?” They asked. “He was a middle blocker and he was really good. He still is a middle blocker and yes he is pro.” You said and Rini gasped. He’s more of a middle blocker type of fan. And Akira prefers setters. Even when you or Tobio teach them volleyball. They choose those positions.

The whole drive they asked about him and you answered the best you could, you can’t tell them everything but they were satisfied and they had a better understanding. They did get upset with you for not telling Rin that he was a father since the beginning but they understood that he broke your heart and you didn’t really want to see him.

When you got home you texted Rin that you arrived. You quickly bathed your kids. Dressed them in their pajamas and read them a script from the new anime you’re going to be on. (They liked listening to the scripts rather than bedtime stories)

After reading three pages they were already knocked out and you gave them a kiss. You fixed Akira’s fox plush in her arms and made you way to Rini’s bed. He was hugging a green piggy with a crown from the angry birds game and the moon made his face glow. You stood there in shock and you imagined second year Rin sleeping like that with the pig plush with the crown that reminded him of you.

You quickly rubbed your eyes to see second year rin turn back into five year old Rini. “I need some wine.” You muttered and kissed his cheek and fixed his blanket. You took out the phone from your pocket as you made your way to the bathroom to take off your makeup and start your nightly routine.

You chuckled but quickly slapped your hand over your mouth. Why was it so easy to text Rin again after all this time. Isn’t it supposed to be awkward? Why are you so comfortable?

You quickly typed an awkward goodbye and he scratched his head confused but replied goodbye as well. He really wanted to continue talking to you more.

After you changed into your pajamas and finished your nighttime routine you made your way to the kitchen and you grabbed the half full wine bottle.

You held it to your chest as you made your way to your office/studio and began reading the script and answering some emails involving the character you’ll be portraying for the new anime. You celebrated a few weeks back when you got the offer and sighed thinking about this certain character.

You’ve read the manga already but it wouldn’t hurt to re read it to get a better feel of the characater right? You took a sip from the wine bottle as you found the first book of the manga. In your endless shelves of books.

“Alright Emma let’s go on an adventure.” You sighed and began to read The Promised Neverland.

Also don’t forget that I love you and you’re worth it <3 Idk who needed to hear this today :)

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Slipping through my fingers

Synopsis: While waiting for Bucky to arrive Zemo reflects on the past, remembering time he spent with his family and when he found them after the Sokovian attack

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, dark imagery, this is a very sad fic, includes a scene from episode 5

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's note: This isn’t a fic that involves a reader this time, I wanted to write about scenes with Zemo and his family as every time I think about it; it makes me sad and I haven’t seen anything like this done yet. Recommended you listen to sad music while reading if you want to feel even more pain. Sorry if this makes you cry.

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Screams echoed throughout the hospital room, bouncing off the walls. Nurses rushed around grabbing towels and rushing towards the bed. A man paced back and forth. He ran his hands through his hair in stress as he kept looking over at the hospital bed.

“Helmut” she whispered

Instantly he was by her side. She raised out her arm, palm open wide. He clasped it, giving a tender kiss on her knuckles. “I’m here, my love” he confided as she clenched her eyes. She let out an ear-piercing shriek, clenching his hand tightly as she squeezed.

After a few minutes she exhaled, and the sound of a baby crying filled the room. The nurses wrap the child up in a clean towel, wiping away as much blood as they could before handing it over to the women.

“A boy!” they say

The woman smiled down happily as the baby wriggled in her arms. She lifted her arm to tickle him as her husband wrapped his arm around her shoulders, smiling at his son. She looks to him and holds up the baby, offering him to Zemo. He carefully picks up the child, holding him as if he was the most fragile thing in the world.

“Your heir” she whispers as she watches them, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

Tears of happiness slip down Zemo’s face as he looks at his son, his smile as wide as it could be. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead. Turning back to his wife, he presses a kiss on her forehead as well and hands their son to her.

“Our son, my beautiful baroness,”

Sirens echoed in the street. Though it was days later since the attack, dust still fell as if a reminder of how everything has crumbled. Fallen down.

Footsteps thudded across the pavement. His eyes scanned the wreckage of once his summer house, away from the city. He could feel people staring. They recognized him. The baron. But in a matter of a few days, he had lost any power he had. Now he was one of them, suffering because of the attack, desperate to find his family.

He called out their names. His father, wife, son. There was no answer. Just people staring at him.

He asked them if they had seen anyone else. They shook their heads.

Angrily he walked forward, grabbing the rocks, determined he would find them alive under the rubble.

They had to be alive. They had to be.

“Tonight I am a father!” Zemo declared, sitting down on the lavish seat next to his father.

“And I am a grandfather. I think a drink is in order” his father chuckles, pouring out whiskey into two glasses, placing the bottle back into the glass cabinet. He hands the drink to his son and they give a toast.

“To a long and healthy life for your son,” his father exclaims

“Cheers!” Zemo shouts, clinking his glass with his father’s then eagerly drinking.

His father sits back in his armchair, getting comfy and exhaling happily. He glances at his son, smiling warmly.

“What name have you chosen?”

“Carl. After Grandpa,”

Zemo’s father’s eyes glossed over with tears after hearing that name. His smile tightens as he reaches over to embrace his son.

“Your mother would be proud,”

Zemo hugs him back tightly, burying his head in his father’s shoulders, enjoying the comfort the embrace brought to him, as if he himself was a child again.

“Thank you” he whispers to his father, “Thank you”

After hours of searching, he could see them. The breath leaves his lungs, an inhumane noise falls out from him. He rushes to his father’s side, not caring at how the dirt clung to his clothes, the blood staining them.

His father was hunched over, his arms wrapped around two bodies. Blood stained his head. It trailed down the side of his face, tinting the floor and a rock. A piece of ceiling that had fallen down.

A sob was pulled from Zemo, his eyes clouded with tears he could hardly see. His hand was raised to his mouth, trying to keep everything in. His other hand brushes over his father’s head, wanting to feel his warming embrace one last time, but the skin was cold, clammy. Dead.

His eyes moved further down.

Zemo walked into the kitchen, grinning as he saw the situation before him. His son sat in a baby chair, the remainders of his breakfast split all over the table. His wife was also covered in parts of his breakfast. She held a rag in her hand, attempting to clean up the mess Carl made.

“I see we’ve had quite the disaster this morning” Zemo jokes, walking over to his son, placing a kiss on his head. He pulls out a tissue of his coat pocket and wipes the rest of the breakfast off Carl’s lips.

“Carl has decided he now hates porridge,”

“I don’t blame him. Why have porridge when there are so many other things you can have for breakfast that taste much better,” Zemo says, stepping over to stand in front of his wife, “Like for example, you,” he adds quickly giving his wife a peck on the lips.

“Helmut!” his wife exclaims, looking around the room flustered. “Not in front of Carl”

“I had not realised he suddenly understood the whole English language” he said glancing back to his son who was staring at them, his eyes sparkling and a giggle coming from him.

Zemo turns back to his wife, a smirk on his lips. He raises up the tissue and rubs the porridge off her face. Her eyes flicker to his thin lips, then back to his warm chocolate eyes.

“Oh Helmut” she purrs, warmth flooding her.

Zemo raises his hands to cradle her face, pressing a longer, passionate kiss to her lips. Her arms wrap around his abdomen, tugging him closer to her. He draws back from the kiss, instead burying his head into her neck, kissing it as he wraps his arms around her back, resting on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair.

“I love you so much darling” he sighs, inhaling the sweet smell of her strawberry tainted perfume.

“I love you to Helmut. For forever,”

Her hair was matted with blood, her skin deathly pale. Bruises ran down her arms, down her neck.

Zemo pulled her out from under his father. He whispered her name, shaking her.

“Please,” he begged, “Please wake up,”

But she didn’t.

A scream wrenched from his throat. Hot tears spilled from his eyes. He buried his face into her hair, letting all the pain out. His heart plummeted, shattering inside his chest. He didn’t care who was watching, who was taking photos, videos. He just wanted her. But she was gone.

“Come on, it’s bedtime for you,” Zemo declares, gripping his son’s hand and leading him to his bedroom.

Zemo helped Carl into his pj’s then settled him into his bed, tucking him in.

“Dad, I’m scared of the monster under by bed,” Carl whispers

Zemo tilts his head looking at his son, “The monster under your bed?” he whispers back, leaning towards his son

“Yeah! I think it’s going to eat me,”

“Well, we can’t be having that can we,” Zemo claims, “I’ll look under the bed to see if I can spot anything,”

Carl holds his breath as Zemo dips his head down, searching under the bed. He stays under there for a few moments till,

“ROAR” Zemo shouts suddenly jumping up and at Carl, maintaining his hands in claw shapes and opening his mouth wide to look scary. His son shrieks and Zemo instantly goes to tickle him, making Carl laugh hysterically.

Finally, they settled down and Zemo rested his head on the side of his son’s bead, leaning on his side on the floor.

“That was mean dad!” Carl claims, crossing his arms as he glares at Zemo, but he struggles to keep a smile off his lips.

Zemo chuckles, smiling warmly at his son, “Sorry Carl, but I can confirm there is nothing under your bed,”

“But what if it comes back at night?”

“I’ll always be here to protect you, son. You know that,”

Zemo glances around the room and his eyes land on the pile of his son’s superheroes action figures. He leans over and picks up Iron Man off the heap and hands him to his son.

“But while I am not in the room Iron man here will protect you,”

Carl smiles, hugging the toy tightly.

“Do you think I’ll get to see the real Iron man one day?” he begs.

“I’m sure I can arrange something,” Zemo says, “Now you need to go to sleep or mummy will be upset with us”

Zemo leans over and tenderly puts a kiss on his son’s forehead. He walks away from the bed and glances over one last time at the bed, watching his son gently fall to sleep. He smiles to himself and presses the light switch off.

His little hands were still clutching her body. His once smooth dark brown hair was messy, unkept. His favorite t-shirt, with the dinosaur on, was torn. Stained. Zemo clung to him tightly. He gripped his son in his arms, but his son wasn’t there anymore.

Zemo didn’t even try to suppress his shrieks of agony. The sound burst from his throat. The sound of complete and utter grief.

“Carl,” he wailed, “My son. Please,”

He didn’t even know what he was asking for anymore. For time to go back? For revenge? All he felt was the pain. His eyes squeezed closed, not wanting to see the ghostly face his son still had. He crumpled on the ground beside his wife. His son still cradled against his body.

Slowly he opened his eyes, wiping the tears away. Something red caught his eyes. Beside the bodies was an Iron Man action figure.

Zemo reached a hand out and picked it up. His jaw clenched in hatred as he glared down at it. Using the last bit of strength he had, he threw the toy to the floor shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Years later, Zemo found himself at the same spot where he had lost everything he cherished. Before him stood a statue. The memorial sculpture to all the lives that were lost. His family. There were no flowers by it. He should have brought flowers.

An exquisite landscape surrounded it. Though if he reflected back on it, Sokovia had always been beautiful. He’d just taken the scenery for granted.

He was waiting for the end he knew was coming. Any minute.

He was grateful in a way. He got to appreciate life for one last time. Enjoy what it was like being a Baron again just for a moment. And now he has to go home. Soon to join his family. To see them again.

As he stared at the statue, he could hear footsteps approaching. They finally stopped beside him.

“I thought you’d be here sooner,” he says, taking one last look at the memorial before him. He turns his head slightly towards Bucky, then looks down to the ground to gather his words.

“Don’t worry. I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you,”

“Imagine my relief,”

Bucky moves the gun as Zemo turns towards him, but Zemo already knew he had it. It was Bucky, after all. The winter soldier is still inside of him.

If these were his last moments, he could at least provide some advice to Bucky, though he doubted Bucky would listen. He’d grown fond of Bucky and Sam with the time they spent together and he knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t listen, but it was the least he could do to help.

“The girl has been radicalised beyond salvation,” Zemo says, stepping towards Bucky.

“I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. He’s stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you…”

Zemo studies Bucky for a second, curious about his reaction, but Bucky remains impassive, expressionless. ‘One thing they had trained him for’, Zemo thought.

“They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere and there is only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.”

“I appreciate the advice. But we’re going to do it our own way,”

Zemo chuckles slightly, looking away from Bucky. A slight melancholy in his voice, “Yeah. I was afraid you would say that”

There was a moment of silence between them, They both knew what was coming. What had to be done.

Zemo’s eyes flicker down to the gun as it clicks again. He perceived what was to happen, but now the moment was here, he could feel fear creep up on him. It crawled into his broken soul. He let out a shaky breath as he brought his gaze back up to Bucky as he raised the gun.

Zemo started down the barrel at Bucky, his gaze unwavering. Though he feared it. It was what he wanted.

He nods at Bucky signaling. It was okay. He would see his family soon.

Bucky pulled the trigger.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 27

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"So it's safe now?" I asked into the phone, a little less enthusiastic as I would have been four years ago. Four. Years. In those four years, I had moved out of Castle McLeod, gotten my own little cottage on the mainland, and Nicholas has been taking Gaelic classes to prepare him for school next year. But it seemed that they were unnecessary now.  

"Yeah, now it's finally safe." Scott said, nervously. 

"Scott, have you looked at a calendar?" 

“A lot of stuff has happened!” 

“I’m well aware of that. Including stuff I should have been there for.” Nothing like hearing your best friend was possessed by a Nogitsune. I sighed, happy at least that I could come home. I had the paperwork done for months, it took almost four years to get the paperwork for Nicholas’ citizenship. It’s almost as if the United States was making it harder and harder for people to enter the country. 

“Alright, I’ll pick up Michael from work and get Nicholas in the car.” 

“You’re bringing Michael?” 

“Yeah, I have to. He’s my bodyguard.” 

“Derek’s not gonna like that.”

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t know that would I?” I snapped. Derek had become a touchy subject in the house. Considering that I hadn’t heard from him in three years. 

“Okay, okay, but Derek said-”

“I don’t care what Derek said. I don’t.” I put on a smile when I saw Nicholas walk in, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up before he could continue. I slid my phone in my back pocket and grinned down at my son. 

“Guess what, sweetie.” 

“Wha?” He asked, his green eyes wide. His long, dark hair in his eyes. He picked up an accent from living here, mostly from Lachlan who had become his favorite person. 

Bending down, I swept the hair away from his eyes, “We’re gonna move to America. We get to see mama’s family.” 

“Really?!” He started bouncing up and down. 

“Yeah!” I picked him up in my arms and held him close, “Uncle Stiles and Grandpa Noah and Uncle Scott.” I paused, trying to figure out how to add his other family in without him asking questions, “All of them.” 

“Yay!” He cheered. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I carried him into his room and started to pack his bag. 

-

"Hey, darlin'." Michael sat down in the passenger seat of my rental car, pressing a kiss to my cheek before looking back, "Sin mo bhalach! (There’s my boy)." I really wasn’t a fan of these but he was trying to keep up appearances for the locals that we were just a little family.

"Bidh thu a ’sabaid ris na droch ghillean, Mikey?(You fight the bad guys?)" Nicholas was almost fluent in Scottish Gaelic. Sometimes, he spoke words that I didn’t even know yet. 

"I sure did, bud!" He smiled and then looked back at me, "You wouldn't believe what we went through today. Rouge teenage werewolf pack, no alpha. Major power struggle. We put them in detainment and we're looking into a pack that'll take them in." 

"Yeah sounds... Fun." He was in his maroon uniform that Lachlan created for all Lunar Circle bodyguards; it looked like a cross between the Green Berets and navy camo.  On his breast pocket was a bronze and gold wolf-print medal. 

"What's wrong, darlin?" He asked. I looked behind and pressed the screen icon on the touch screen on the dash. 

"Hey, honey.” I looked back at Nicholas in the rearview mirror, “Why don't you watch a movie? Yeah?" He nodded with a grin, putting on his blue earmuffs with built in sound protection and happily started watching whatever movie I had put in the DVD player, Strange Magic I think.

“What is it?" 

"Well, first: you don’t have to call me darlin when we’re alone.” I glanced at him and then the road, Two, Scott called. It's safe to go back home." I looked back at Nicholas in the mirror, he looked so peaceful. Just humming along to whatever was playing.

"And I want to see Uncle Noah and Stiles." 

Michael stared out the window, "And Derek too, I'm assuming.” He said grimly, “(Y/N), I thought you were over him. I thought we were finally moving on with our lives. Are you playing with my emotions-"

"Do you think this is a game? I love my life here, but I need to see my family. I want him to know his family outside of a computer screen. And if that means he sees Derek, then he will." 

"Alright, alright, fine. Let's go back. I gotta pack-" 

"Oh, already did that. Clothes packed, Lachlan’s having the rest shipped on his freighter.”

He chuckled, "Figured. You're always prepared." Michael smiled, looking back at Nicholas who was halfway asleep, struggling not to drop his sippy cup.

"What are we going to do about Derek?" He asked. 

Sighing, my shoulders slumped, "I don't know, Mikey. I really don't."

-

Lachlan met us at the airport to see us off. Well, more to see Nicholas off. Since he was born, Lachlan had gone above and beyond for the little boy. From boat rides, to swimming in Loch Ness, to whatever toy his little heart desired. The Praetor spoiled him for sure. 

“He’s got everything?” Lachlan asked nervously, “All his clothes? Does he have puppy dog because you know he can’t sleep without it-” 

“Lachlan, relax.” I held onto his shoulders, “Nicholas has everything he needs.” 

“I’m just nervous.” Lachlan said, looking over as Nicholas slept on Michael’s lap, “I don’t know what we’ll do without him.” 

“You mean you don’t know what you’ll do?” I lightly punched his shoulder. 

He sighed, “I just... You two are family to me. The family that I never got to have.” He looked back at me, “Maybe I should come with you. I’ve never been to America before. Plus, our ground team of security has already been dispatched to Beacon Hills.” 

“We’ll be safe. It’s finally safe back there.” I smiled. Lachlan sighed loudly, combing his hair back from his face when the overhead voice called for us to board our flight. 

“Okay.” He mumbled, walking over to sleeping Nicholas and taking him into his arms. 

“I’ll see you soon, kiddo.” He kissed the top of his head. Nicholas mumbled something in his sleep, tightening his grip on his wolf plush - puppy dog.

-

"There she is!" Uncle Noah walked out of the house, arms wide. I squealed, running up the driveway and into his arms. He squeezed me tight, swaying us from side to side. Uncle Noah smelled like home, something that I had missed for so long. He sniffled a little, pulling away to look down at me.

"Awh sweetheart..." He held my cheeks, wiping away happy tears.

"Happy tears, happy tears." I hiccupped, looking back at Michael who got a sleepy Nicholas out of his car seat.

"Stiles off being an FBI man?" I chuckled.

"You bet, but he's gonna be home soon."

Once Nicholas rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, they opened wide when he saw Uncle Noah.

"Grandpa!" He ran up, replacing me in Uncle Noah's arms.

"Look how big you are!" He said through a grin, "Oh I have waited for so long to hug on you." He startled tickling the little boy, causing a fit of giggles.

 "Let's get you guys inside, I bet you're starving." He led us inside, Nicholas talking his ear off.

Dinner was good, but anything would be good since we had been eating Scottish cuisine for the last four years. Not that I didn't like the food there, it's just that nothing beat the tastes of home.

After dinner, Nicholas had crashed in the middle of the living room floor. Even after a cross-continental flight, he had enough energy to stay up way past his bedtime back home to talk and place with all the toys that Grandpa had bought him. Oddly enough, it was around that he would go to bed time-wise. Lachlan said that werewolves had an internal clock and always knew when to wake up and when to sleep. Yeah, tell that to all the sleepless nights in the first few months of his life.

Michael patted my hand and stood up, going into the living room and oh so carefully picked up the sleeping boy and took him upstairs to my old room. Leaving Uncle Noah and I with our coffee. 

"Still nothing from Derek, huh?"

"Nada. Nicholas has never really asked."

"Does he think Michael's his dad?" He said over a sip from his mug.

"Oh absolutely not. As far as he knows, his dad is off having great adventures. That's what he's come up with."

"I thought you said Derek was going to be a part of his life."

"He was." I sipped my now cold coffee, "He tried for a while. He used to video call us for a couple months."

"There's daddy." I held the four month old in front of the camera as soon as Derek's face filled the screen. Nicholas made a cooing noise and reached for the screen with little grabby hands. Derek grinned brightly, the special twinkle in his eye that made my soul want to melt. 

"There's my boy." His eyes searched the screen, "He still has so much hair." 

I nodded, "Yeap. All thanks to you, Sasquatch." I sat the baby boy on my lap and kissed the top of his head. My attention was brought back to Derek where he was just staring at us with so much love and adoration that I wanted nothing more than to fly back to Beacon Hills.

"Did you get my package?" He asked, referring to the large box full of toys, clothes, pictures and random items that he was completely spoiling our child with.

"If you mean all the toys, yeah, we got it." I smiled, "He's in love with that little wolf plush. He can't sleep without it." As if on cue, Nicholas started whining until he was given the toy which was beside us on the bed. When I gave it he promptly started gumming on the ear.

"Yeah, I thought he might." He leaned on his hand and watched him, "Cora said that it was cliché but I don't care." Then he sat up like he had thought of something. 

"What about your gift?" He leaned in towards the screen.

I shook my head and smiled, "I'm wearing it, aren't I?" I tugged at the hem of the shirt I was wearing. It was one of his black t-shirts, one that hadn't been torn or soiled with blood. It smelled just like him and I had been wearing it at night to sleep.

"Has he started showing any signs?" 

I looked down at my baby, "Not that I can think of. But he's only a couple months old. Lachlan said that if he hasn't shown signs now, he may have the dormant gene. Since I was a werewolf when he was conceived he should more than likely be one. But no dice, he sleeps all night during the full moon. Or, that's what Michael tells me." He scoffed. 

"What?"

"I guess Michael's the expert now." 

 "Derek, we're not doing this again."  Michael was a touchy subject.

"You know what?" He said, "I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow." The video call ended.

~

"And that's the last time I heard from him." I got up and poured my cold coffee in the sink and started rinsing out the mug.

"That doesn't sound like Derek." He looked back at me, "But... It will be nice having people in the house again. With Stiles being gone all the time. Nicholas is great." He grinned, "A little rambunctious, but he's pretty great." 

"You're telling me." I leaned against the counter after I turned off the sink, "His first word was momma. After that he started getting better and better. Talking all the time. He's almost fluent in Gaelic." I added, "Lachlan basically started a preschool program for the other kids after he was born. And while he's at preschool, I am leading their research team on the negative effects of the Wolf Eclipse spell and the intergenerational trauma that comes from it."

"Well look at that, my little girl, head of the research team." He stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing his cup and leaving it there.

"Just no big deal." I smirked.

"So when is Derek coming?" He asked, leaning against the counter.

I inhaled through my teeth and shrugged, "He doesn't know we're here. I've been trying to figure out how to talk to him since we got on the plane."

 "Oh..." Uncle Noah grimaced, "Cause ya see, Stiles is working with Derek on something. And Derek's been staying here."  

My eyes widened in shock, and my head whipped around just in time for the door to open. Stiles stood in the doorway, dressed in a collared shirt, tie, black slacks and dress shoes. I had not seen him this dressed up in a decade. But my focus was on the werewolf standing behind him, staring right back at me. He hadn't changed a bit, not that I expected him to look so different. But I hadn't heard from him in so long that he almost felt like a different person. Not even our connection could travel that far so seeing him now was strange. The connection we had was back again, my heart felt full after feeling half empty for so long. I was back where we started four years ago, the familiar strangers.

"God dammit." I whispered to myself before smiling awkwardly, "Uh... Surprise?"

"(Y/N)... Hey..." Stiles said in his Stiles fashion of being incredibly awkward. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting from me to Derek. 

 Derek had not taken his eyes off of me, just kept on staring on in confusion. It was like he couldn't fathom that I was actually standing in the kitchen. 

"Where is he?" He asked softly. 

“I-...” I had come up with some many things to say to him. I had even written them down. But they went poof out of my memory. 

"Where is he?" His eyes changed color, but his eyes weren't alpha red, no. They were beta yellow again. He had lost his alpha status... But how. And how come they weren’t blue anymore? Obviously, Scott and Stiles had missed a few details. His eyes scanned the room and locked on Nicholas’ dinosaur sippy cup that he left on the table. That was all he needed before he started for the stairs. I blocked his path to the stairs, flashing my red eyes at him to show dominance. He couldn’t go past me, I was the alpha here. 

Or, at least, that’s what I thought. When it came to his child, Derek Hale would stop at nothing to get to him. I would admire that if he wasn’t trying to get around me to get upstairs. He grabbed me by the arms, throwing me back towards the living room, storming up the stairs. I scrambled to follow, Stiles and Uncle Noah behind me, calling for him to stop. 

When I made it up the stairs, I found him staring into the open doorway of my bedroom. He had an expression I couldn’t read, but his emotions came flooding out in anger and betrayal. Since he was distracted, I grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him to the ground. He pulled me with him, flipping us so that he was on top, roaring down at me. 

“Why did you keep him from me?!”

“You kept him from yourself!” I roared back. 

“Mommy!” We both looked towards the doorway where Nicholas stood. He was wearing little footie pajamas, clutching onto his wolf. He was trembling at what he was witnessing. 

Derek growled, sitting up quickly. I grabbed his arm, trying to get up. He had caught me so off guard that I was scrambling to keep up. He glared back, shoving me into the wall and walking towards the door. Nicholas screamed, running back into the room. 

“YOU’RE SCARING HIM!” I screamed, reaching out. In his rage, I don’t think he realized what he was doing. 

Then there was a pop and Derek fell on his back, a tranquillizer dart in his neck. I looked up, seeing Michael with the gun in one hand and crying Nicholas in the other. I stood up quickly, taking Nicholas in my arms, holding him close. 

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. Everything’s alright.” I tried to sound reassuring, but it was hard too when I was looking down at my child’s father on the floor. 

-

"It took a while but Nicholas went down. I was with him until he fell asleep." I slumped down on the couch next to Stiles. Stiles wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I missed moments like this. 

“I should have killed him.” Michael grumbled, pacing in front of us. Derek was tied up and sat against the wall. He was still passed out, he would be for a while. In the meantime, we need to figure out what we were going to do with him. 

“Alright, cool it, dude.” Stiles narrowed his eyes up at him. He said that he still didn’t like Michael. Truth is, I didn’t either. A lot of things were still unclear, even now. 

“We all just need to calm down and figure out what we’re doing.” Uncle Noah said, leaning forward in his recliner chair. 

“Look, we just need to let him wake up and...” I sighed and leaned my head on Stiles’ shoulder, “I just need to talk to him, figure out what happened.” 

Uncle Noah looked between Michael and I, “He told us that he-” 

“It doesn’t matter what he told you.” Michael snapped. I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes. 

“Watch your tone.” I said sternly. Michael sighed, sitting on the couch beside me, putting a hand on my knee. Stiles and I stared at his hand. I grabbed his hand and put it on his own knee. 

"What?" He asked in an exasperated way.

"Please, we can't do that right now." It wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. But I don't really care about that. All I know is that we need to talk to Derek in a controlled environment. Which, unfortunately, was the last place I wanted to be. 

"We need to bring him to the bunker in the Hale House.” Michael said.

I winced, "Do we have to? It's just..." I thought back to the day where I thought Derek and I were going to die. I thought our last moments together would be pain and ache from seeing each other die.

“(Y/N), he just traumatized Nicholas. I don't give a shit if he has PTSD. He's not under the protection of the Lunar Circle, his safety and well-being is not my priority." He stood and walked to Derek, ready to grab him. 

“Wait a minute.” Michael stopped at my voice, his eyes darting from me to the sheriff, “Uncle Noah.” I turned towards him, “What did Derek say?” 

“That doesn’t matter.” Michael said quickly. 

“She isn't talking to you.” Stiles said, standing up and moving between Michael and I. I looked at Uncle Noah. 

“What did he say?” I asked calmly. 

Uncle Noah sat back in his recliner, “Well...” He rolled his shoulders back, “Derek said that he was frustrated that he couldn’t get ahold of you. And when he tried to go through Michael, he said not to call because you didn’t want to talk to him.” I smiled to myself, clicking my tongue. I turned to Michael, my smile falling and my eyes burning red.

“Did I?” I chuckled, “I had no idea.” I stood up and stalked forward, shoving Michael, “You kept him from calling us, didn’t you?” 

Michael raised his hands in surrender, “You just seemed so angry with him after that call, I thought-” 

“No, you didn’t think.” I interrupted, “You selfish son of a bitch.” 

“I am doing what’s best for Nicholas.” He shot back. 

“Whoa whoa.” Uncle Noah got between the two of us, “Put the claws away.” Stiles pulled me away from the situation, leading me outside. He brought me to the backyard, the cool night air felt nice against the hot anger I felt. 

“Thanks for taking me out of there.” I smiled, “I probably would have killed him.” 

“Trust me, the thought crossed my mind.” Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets, “I mean,” He shrugged, “It wouldn’t be so horrible if ended up in a ditch somewhere. He’s a murderer on the run for four years, I feel like it would be fine.” 

I laughed, pulling him close into a tight hug, “I missed you.” 

He smiled, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, “I missed you too.” 

-

The next morning, Stiles, Scott, and I met outside the Hale House cellar. Michael was already there, having taken Derek down already to ‘secure’ him. 

“Well, if it isn’t Scott McCall.” I said, spotting the alpha. The computer screen didn’t do him justice. He had grown so much in four years. He had a new energy about him, he wasn’t a curly haired boy anymore. 

“(Y/N).” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug, “I was gonna visit yesterday to surprise you but Stiles said it was a bad idea.” 

“Very bad idea.” I looked towards the entrance of the cellar. Going back in there was going to bring up memories, I could almost feel the phantom pains from the acid on my legs.  

“You okay?” Stiles asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“I got this.” I smiled back at both of them, “I got my boys with me.” 

Walking through the tunnels to the cellar was more than enough to give me nightmares for a long time. But Michael was right about one thing: we needed to tell Derek what was going on in a controlled environment. 

By the time we got down to the main area, Michael was putting the handcuffs on Derek, leaving him chained to the wall surrounded by mountain ash. 

“You brought back up, huh?” Michael asked, shoving the bottle of mountain ash in his pocket. 

“I brought my friends. Derek will feel more comfortable around people he trusts. I would be one of them, no thanks to you.” I looked back at Derek, "He'll be awake soon?" 

Michael only nodded. 

"Will he be okay? This won't hurt him, right?" He turned to me and glared. 

"You're still in love with this asshole, aren't you?" He growled, "After everything he's done to you? After everything we," He motioned between us, "Have been through? After I have spent four years of our lives taking care of our child? You still care about this sack of garbage." Scott and Stiles stepped forward, I stretched my arms out to keep them from moving.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Michael-” 

"No, you're going to listen to me!" He shouted, "I can't believe you. You went through all his shit and you still love him? You still love that stupid son of a bitch. You see this?" He motioned to Derek, "You see this asshole? Who scared the shit out of our baby? You didn't see what I saw. He was screaming and crying out for me, begging me to save you, begging his father to save you from the bad man. Even he can tell who loves him, who his real father is!" 

“The.." We all looked at Derek, who was just starting to wake up, "The hell do you mean," He began to growl, beginning to shift, "His father?" Derek stood up, a little wobbly at first but he stood strong. He had also shifted form. “Nicholas is my son! My flesh and blood! My family! You kept him from me, you kept both of them from me!" He roared and stood, pulling at the chains. 

"You left them behind because of all your jealousy. I took care of him! I've protected him from everything, and for the rest of my life, I will protect him from you!" Michael pointed, barking his words harshly. 

Suddenly, Derek broke his chains, "I'll kill you!" He pushed against the mountain ash barrier. Scott rushed forward to keep Derek at bay while Stiles started a shouting match with Michael. All of this shouting began to overload my senses. I hadn’t felt like this since the spell broke all those years ago. I had to do something, and I had to do it now.

"ENOUGH!" I roared, making the walls shake and thankfully bringing their attention to me, "No more talking, I'm talking now." They all shut up and looked up at me. 

“Michael, I’m not even going to get started with you since this whole situation is your goddamn fault.” I rubbed at my temples, “The only reason that I am even still entertaining you being here is because of my son. Mine. Not yours.” I looked at Derek, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that Michael had cut off our communication.” 

“So he told you?” Derek continued to glare at Michael. 

“No, I had to figure it out for myself.” I walked towards the barrier, my heart beat rising, “You deserved to be a part of his life from the beginning. I should have fought more.” I took a deep breath, “I should have fought for us.” 

“It’s not your fault.” He said softly. Stiles walked towards us, breaking the barrier with his shoe. 

The force of Derek’s arms wrapping around me nearly knocked me over. His strong arms held me tightly against his chest. I could feel his heart pumping against his chest. One arm was wrapped around my wait, his other hand cradling the back of my head like I would break. I wrapped my arms around him with the same force, if not more. He was so warm, I could almost feel his heat melting away the sadness I had felt for four years. Honestly, I wanted the whole world to fall away at that moment, it felt like I was falling in love with him all over again starting from the time we were teenagers. 

The game was in its final minutes, we were behind by two points. One shot from the three point line and they would win. After the toss up, the opposing team got the ball, leading to our hoop. Derek's teammate quickly weaved through the other players, intercepting the ball and passing it to Derek. I stood up with the rest of the crowd, my whole body tensing up as the clock ticked down. He shot the ball.

Watching Derek play basketball was almost as nerve wracking as being on the lacrosse field. It took everything in me not to make call outs to him. I was bouncing my feet instead of my usual finger twiddling since my arm had been torn up yesterday. Laura had to practically hold me in my seat from her spot besides me. It was a training incident that had gone wrong. Derek had his claws out while I had our training shield. I had gotten distracted and Derek scratched me by accident. My parents were pissed. 

Three...

Two...

One...

The ball rolled around the rim and then fell through the basket.

I cheered, raising my arms in the air, ignoring the pain from my cuts. The team surrounded him, jumping up and down in excitement. Derek looked up at the stands, pointing towards, realistically both of us but I felt like it was right at me. My heart fluttered a bit and I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. My cheeks burned hot. 

“You blushing, (Y/N/N)?” Laura smirked, looking down at me. 

“What?” My eyes widened, “No.” I started rubbing my cheeks in circles, but Laura stopped me by grabbing my hands and carefully putting them to my sides. Which was helpful since it was starting to hurt my arm.

“Chill out.” She smiled, nodding her head towards the exit, “Let’s go see the big winner.” I nodded, focusing more on hiding my blush than walking so Laura helped me off the bleachers and outside. 

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