#used to go out of her way to bring up my dad while we argued

[soupamor]

i don’t even know if there’s a name for this but abusers will do this thing where they’ll bring up things specifically to trigger you during an argument. this could be something they know is traumatizing or something that they know will set you off but they do it! and then you react and they’re like “chill lmao” it drives me insane

[hdmsbsna]

Hiii, me again 🙄

I thought of a Paul x wife, who already have a family, bone a daughter older than 4 years, and a 2-year-old son and a newborn baby🫶🏻

And if you also dare, to do something of smut, also of x actress reader, if you can, I'll leave that free, as you want 🫶🏻

REQUESTED: i wrote this up last night instead of doing my finals. it was also like 3:00 A.M so if this is shit bare with me😭 this is a really short one though soooo...

pairing: paul mescal x reader (fluff)

warnings: none unless you don't like happiness.

description: reader is managing life with three kids while her husband is gone away for shooting, one more week until he comes back...or so they thought.

word count: 1,499

title: beautiful creations.

paul was gone away at work again, he’s been working on this project for about six months now. it’s been about a month since he was last home, you were used to his crazy schedule having to deal with it for so long but…the kids? they were far from used to it.

you and paul had decided to get married about three years ago. it was quite a small wedding, only family and friends, your eldest daughter, kiara, was about two when the ceremony happened. everyone discouraged you to let kiara come to the wedding considering her age but you guys made sure she was there to share the special moment, she was a part of it after all. 

after a year of being married, you and paul welcomed your second child to the world…a boy. paul named him kieran, and although you weren’t a huge fan of the name at first, you admit it has grown on you. he is now two years old, and he’s such a funny little human. he is a perfect image of how his father is, when him and paul are together it’s pure chaos.

the last time paul was home was actually for the birth of your newest addition, another perfect baby girl. she was born the second week of paul’s stay back. labor with her was extremely difficult, it was unlike any of your other births. thankfully you were able to have paul by your side the whole time and about twelve hours into labor, amelia, your second daughter was born. no complications whatsoever, or at least not for her. 

in my honest opinion, i think being a father was paul’s destiny. those kids are his pride and joy and he is truly an amazing father to the kids, he knows just how to talk to them and care for them. it’s truly incredible and now with three kids you have found that it’s his most attractive quality. when he’s not around, it’s not the same. which is exactly why you’re having to deal with tears from your children at 6:37 in the morning.

“BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SEE DADDY!!” yelled kieran, he may only be two but that has never stopped him from expressing his big feelings.

“you stupid, dad’s working.” your eldest replies, understanding the situation a bit better.

“hey now, kiara. we don’t call people stupid.” you sternly say.

“then why do you call daddy stupid?” she quickly retaliates.

just as you were about to respond, you hear your newborn crying through your baby monitor. you quickly walk upstairs to go get her, you figured she would be hungry so you grab her bottle on your way there. she stops crying and starts fussing once she senses your presence, you pick her up and immediately put the bottle to her mouth. you then walk back out to the kitchen where the kids are still arguing over the absence of your husband. you immediately step in once you hear your daughter call your son a “little bitch”.

“okay okay, that is enough from the both of you!” you raise your voice. “kieran, honey, your dad is going to be back very soon. just one more week, only seven days. go bring me two pieces of paper while i talk to your sister.” kieran leaves with his little frustrated stomps, you then turn your attention to kiara. 

“now kiara, you know we don’t call people names especially not your little brother. what do i tell always say about working as a team?”

“sorry mommy..” kiara says with a small pout. “i just miss daddy so much” you aren’t going to  lie and say that didn’t break your heart a little. all of this arguing and anger because they miss their father, usually it’s never this hard on them. 

“here mommy.” kieran says as he hands you the pieces of paper.

“thank you, sweetie..” you grab the pieces of paper and you hand one out to kiara and kieran. “i want you each to write five things that you love about daddy, understood?”

“yes mommy” kiara responds.

“can i write more than five things?” kieran excitedly asks. 

“you can write as many as you want, as long as there’s five things on that list.” you respond.

“YAY!” kieran yelled. both of them start writing, kieran can’t write very well but he’s still trying. he’s even drawing pictures for the words he can’t write. you look down, almost forgetting your baby girl was still in your arms, her bottle is laying on her chest and she’s just staring at you. you flip her vertically and put a towel on your shoulder as you start to burp her. you roam around the house and up upstairs just walking down the hallway burping her. it’s been about five minutes and she’s completely out, you go into her nursery and lay her in her crib, you set up the baby monitor and decide to just sit there for a little. 

that was until you heard kieran and kiara laughing, you were interested in what they had gotten themselves into so you make your way downstairs. youre at the top of the stairs when you see paul tossing kieran up in the air, he catches your gaze and smiles. he sets kieran down back on the floor.

“hey baby girl, im home.” he says smiling. you start walking down the stairs and give him a hug, you slightly pull away to give him a peck.

“EWWWW!” your children yell in unison.

“what? am i not allowed to love your beautiful mom?” the kids just giggle and you pull away from the hug. you’re on the side of him with his arm wrapped around your waist.

“DADDY! LOOK!” kieran yells as he starts doing cartwheels around the kitchen and eventually going into the living room. “wow bud, that’s amazing!” paul says. kiara comes stands next to us. “i taught him how to do them daddy.” kiara looks up at her daddy, expecting some praise.

“well you did an amazing job sweetie” he says as he reaches down to pick her up, one arm still wrapped around you and the other holding kiara. 

eventually kieran’s cartwheels come to a halt and he’s found himself extremely dizzy, tumbling and falling as he heads towards us. you walk away from paul’s arms and go to pick him up, “mommy my head..” kieran says clearly not feeling well. “yep buddy that’s what happens when you do too many cartwheels” paul says as he goes to sit on the couch with kiara. you go ahead and sit on the couch as well right next to him, you sit kieran next to paul and he climbs onto his lap right where kiara is. both children is his lap, you admire them for a bit. 

all of a sudden, you hear a static cry coming from the baby monito that you set on the counter. “oop, look at that. she senses you’re here.” you say as you walk upstairs to go retrieve the last of the bunch. you walk into her nursery and pick her up from her crib, her crying immediately stopping. you walk downstairs with her and sit on the couch right next to paul, holding your baby in your arms. kiara moves off his lap and sits on the other side next to him. “here bud, im going to carry your little sister for a tad okay?” paul says, moving kieran to stand on the floor. he reaches over for his baby and you happily hand her to him. you outreach your arms to kieran so he can sit on your lap, he opens his arms and you grab him as he nuzzles his head into your chest. he’s clearly tired from all those cartwheels he had just done not but five minutes ago.

paul speaks “gosh we really did make some beautiful children, didn’t we?”

“the most beautiful.” you respond turning your head up to him, he looks down a perks his lip and you kiss him. you look over at kiara and she passed out on paul’s arms, all three of your babie now fast asleep. 

“you’re such an asshole, you know that right?” you tell him with a playful smile on your face.

“i wanted it to be a surprise.” he says nonchalantly.

“the kids were having such a rough time without you.” you inform him.

“god, if only they knew how i was doing. i’ve missed you guys so much, especially you my gorgeous.” he says.

“i’ve missed you too, baby” you say resting your head on his shoulder, he reaches his lips down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

“i’m taking you guys everywhere with me from now on.” he whispers.

“that’s the best idea you've ever had, i love you so much.” you whisper back, letting a yawn out.

“i love you so much, baby girl.”

hope you guys enjoyed this, decided to keep it short and sweet. requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. love you all!

[kaciebello]

Us before you and me

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Summary: Luke and the readers’ relationship before they became a couple. Luke is an absolute loser when it comes to crushes. Warning: no use of y/n, luke is a total looser author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1,3k

Luke Castellan was 14 when he came to the camp, and he was sad. Not only did he just lose a friend that turned into a tree, but he had to pretend to like his dad.

Now that he was 15, his mind was somewhere else, his friends to be exact. He tried to make friends with everyone. But these two in the Hermes cabin just caught his eye. They argued all the time, it was almost unbearable, and yet they refused to sleep anywhere but next to each other. It has been a few months since they got here, and somehow their banter has extended to him.

So now that he and Chris were watching the Aphrodite girlies, Chris had dragged him out. He was talking about something Luke did not care about. He only started to pay attention when he slapped him. Luke gave him a confused look.

“You're not even looking man,” Cris says.

“Because it's creepy!” Luke argues back. It was creepy, they disguised themself as resting campers next to the Aphrodite cabin. To him, and everyone else, it looked like Cris just discovered what a woman is. Granted, they just turned 15, so he is certain that was the case. Luke couldn't bring himself to care. When he thought about girls only one face came to his mind, and he was not about to confess that to his friend.

“Don't you see them! They look good!” Chri says back. 

“I like someone already.” Chris looks at him with a deadpaned look. Absolute silence. Maybe Luke really should not have said anything. According to Chris, Luke could have anyone in the camp. Even crowing him as the heartthrob of the camp.  Luke tried to move on as fast as he could from this conversation, however, Chris's attention was sparked, and would not let go of the conversation.

They kept going back and forth and none of them noticed a familiar girl come their way.

“ Stop spying on the aphrodite cabin like they are some prey!” She says, effectively tearing them out of their argument.

“ Prey?? What are we? Animas?” Luke was quick to defend himself. He didn't even want to be here.

“ Not you, you raging virgin,”  Chris says and gives him a side-eye. The girl just rolls her eyes. 

“I'm not a virgin!” Luke's voice cracked, not something he wanted to happen while defending his honor. His eyes snap to the girl, hoping that she would believe him. But she looked like she wouldn't even believe he had hair on his head. Luke signs defeat. There is no winning in this. He just has to come to terms with the fact that his crush thinks he's a total loser.

–

When Luke turned 16 he realized he wanted to look ripped. And he wanted to get girls, well a specific one but he will not say that aloud. He will tell you he just wants to be a better hero with glory and all that. However Luke was 16, and he had no better idea than to practice in front of his crush.

He was nervous. Sweating. He couldn't tell if it was from the sword fighting or her. She was just sitting down and looking at him. His heart was beating way too fast for his liking. So he was very glad when his opponent called it quits and he could rest.

He went and sat down next to the girl. She smiled and handed him a towel and cold water. He rolled his sleeves up his shoulders to feel some of the cold air. The girl had to do a double-take at him. He could see her in the corner of his eye looking at him. He flexed his arms just a little.

“ Exposing your biceps like that? What a slut.” She says. His eyes widen for a second before he composes himself. He turns to her with a smirk on his face.

“ You like that don't you.”  That stopped her in the tracks. He could practically see the clogs turn in her head.

“Maybe I do.” She says, her eyes fixated on his arms. Luke went red and looked away. He could feel her arm on him as she studied his mussels. He let her arm wander, they were seemingly in their world.  Her arms slip to his chest. He looked down and then back to her.

“ I know my pecs are big but can you stop objectifying me?” The girl stopped in her tracks and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Nah.” With that, she just continued to feel him up. He just let her.

—

Luke was 17 when one of his closest friends was claimed by Hades and had to move out of the cabin into a small room above the medical storage unit. He helped her move the stuff, not that she had much but still. When he walked into the room he saw her standing with Chris, who upon seeing him gave him a smirk. Luke sat the bag down and turned around to see Crish walking out giving him a wink.

Luke turned to the girl with a confused look. She just shrugged and thanked him for bringing the bag. He could feel the tension in the air. Luke looked around the room. It wasn't big, but it was something, and first and foremost it was private. Not something he could say about his bed. He looked at the girl again. She was not sporting a black camp shirt instead of an orange one. Fitting for a Hades kid. 

When his eyes got to her face his heart jumped to her throat for a bit. She was looking at him with a sheepish smile. 

“So Chris said-” Right then and there he knew. He knew his friend had said something he shouldn't.

“Don't believe Chris !” He yelped and grabbed her hand. Silently he begged her to forget whatever the boy told her. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“ So you don't get a major ‘love boner’ every time you see me?” A whine leaves Luke's lips.

“Why did he have to put it like that.” He says his voice high-pitched. The girl just let out a laugh.

—

Luke was 18 when he confessed. He was 18 when she confessed back. And he was 18 when he kissed his crush of 4 years.  He was 18 now lying in the Hermes cabin looking at the ceiling dreamingly. He could only remember what her hands and lips felt on him. The other 3 boys were taking none of that.

“He's a mess. Like mess mess.” Says Connor looking at his counsellor with a weird look, before turning to his brother who wore a similar expression.

“ Mess in distress but still the best dressed?” Answered Travis. He has been cursed by one of the Apollo kids to say things that rhyme but not really.  It's been going on for a week now with no sign of going away.

“He's definitely not best dressed, I can tell you that.” Says Chris sitting at the foot of Luke's bed cleaning his nails.

Lukes wasn't paying them attention. He finally achieved what he wanted since 15.  He could handle the teasing if it meant he could sneak into her room after calling lights out. One of the twins poked him in the ribs but he just swatted them away.

He could hear them say he was gone, but the only thing he could think about was his girlfriend. 

It was a year later when he was 19 and risked everything.

[regencyrosalie]

biblically accurate modern!husband!anthony hc’s 🤍

first post here ! <3 i hope u love it <3

- anthony “i love my wife” bridgerton trying to go about his daily life when he quite literally wants to stay in bed all day with you.

- anthony is THE lightest sleeper on earth. if you get up at night, you’ll come back to the bedroom and hes just sitting up in bed half asleep like 🧍🏻‍♂️

- speaking of, if you even want to get up, you’ll have to wriggle out of his death grip. he will hold onto you throughout the entire night, and if it’s hot, he’ll make sure to have a hand sprawled across the bed onto you.

- sometimes you have to remind him to back off a little because he genuinely acts like you might die every time you leave the house

- insists you call/text him (preferably call) when you arrive at at wherever you’re going so he know you didn’t get hit by a car or something on the way there

- speaking of, Anthony texts like he he does not understand what a phone is.

- quite literally really only uses his dad’s old desk phone and emails. he owns an iphone 7 that is usually sitting in the back of his bedside drawer for days at a time.

- he loves all of his siblings equally, but Hyacinth has him wrapped around her finger at all times.

- will do pretty much anything for his wife, but is much more firm with his siblings.

- which is why every time they need something and you aren’t around, Hyacinth is sent to give him her best puppy eyes. he folds almost instantly every time without fail.

- genuinely does not really have many “friends” that aren’t also family. he used to in college, but he just doesn’t find it necessary anymore, and also doesn’t have the time.

- he has reading glasses. enough said.

- scared of bugs.

- talks about pretty much everything with Benedict, who he’s probably closest with in his family besides his mother.

- used to play with/take care of Hyacinth as a baby when Violet was grieving.

- sometimes struggles to pronounce big words when he’s arguing and it pisses him off so much he has to leave the room.

- likely has most of his siblings set up with a therapist, but doesn’t get one for himself until his wife tells him to.

- all of his spaces are organized meticulously, usually by color or number order.

- will check to make sure every door to the house is locked at least three times before going to bed.

- which can take up to an hour when staying at Aubrey Hall.

- we all see how he softened in season 3. his siblings tease him about it sometimes, but they’re all delighted. and he couldn’t care less. he thinks he is the luckiest man on earth and rolls his eyes every time he thinks of how angsty he was.

- if you have children, he’s the most loving father in the world. will wear a tutu if the need arises.

- he can’t have you in his office for more than thirty minutes or he gets distracted.

- he didn’t cry for years after his dad died, and now he cries about once a month.

- most animals love him for some reason.

- has nightmares relatively frequently after edmund dies, but they die down as he gets older.

- favorite color is navy blue. changes to light blue once he’s married.

- good with babies and toddlers from when hyacinth was little.

- you make him take breaks while he works everyday, and they become his favorite parts of the day. you bring him tea and sit in his lap and pet his hair, sometimes he falls asleep. he tells you to wake him up but you never do.

- still uses an alarm clock.

- refuses to leave bed until ten am every day.

- smells like sandalwood and cinnamon.

- idk why but i feel like he fucking LOVES sudoku puzzles.

- but dont ever ask him to do a real puzzle thats more than 50 pieces or he may start crying.

- type of mf to read actual newspapers.

- no one in the family has serious allergies, but he still keeps an epi pen everywhere just in case.

[zombiigrll]

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NEGANS DAUGHTER. ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.7K ꩜ .ᐟ SUMMARY ⭑ you prove yourself to your boyfriends father. .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ sorry this took a million years to come out </3 i've been WAY to busy T_T i feel like this ended kind of.. confusing/unrealistically... but its fanFICTION. so its whateva!! anyways i hope you guys enjoy :3 (also, if u guys REALLY want a part 3 i'll write one, but i mostly wanted this to be a fic where you can interpret the ending yourself! but i wouldn't be opposed to writing a part 3 it just might take a while as i work on my series :p ) .ᐟ read part 1 here .ᐟ ⭑

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you stayed the night at carls. you didn't mean to, but after a while of talking, and getting to really know each other, the two of you had grown tired. so, you ended up falling asleep in his arms.

but no one knew you were there. not until rick opened the door that morning.

"hey, carl. wake up-" rick spoke before quickly stopping, taking out his gun as he spotted you next to his son.

you quickly put your hands up, stand up and step away from carl as your chest goes up and down as your breaths quickened. carl, of course, quickly woke up to the loud noises.

"what are you doing here? and who are.." rick yells, but stops himself as he examines your features. "wait.. you're negans daughter, aren't you?"

you nodded. "yes, i.." your voice trembled as you looked around.

"dad, stop!" carl quickly intervened as he processed what was going on, stepping in front of you. "she's not like them. she's nice, she's not going to hurt us."

"how do you know?" rick glares at his son. "she's still a savior. we can't trust her."

carl continues to argue back and forth with rick, staying firmly in front of you. "we can't bring her back out there!" he yells back, using his hands to accentuate his words. he's visibly shaking in anger at his fathers words.

rick lets out a deep sigh before continuing. "if that's what you really believe, then fine. but i think we need to keep her locked up and get more information. i don't trust it."

carl scoffs. "are you kidding me?-"

"that's fine." you cut him off before he can continue speaking. "i'll go with you."

rick nods at you and carls eyes widen. "seriously y/n?"

"yes, carl. i don't care." you step forward, up to rick. "i didn't expect him to be fine with me being here. if that's what makes him comfortable, then i'll do it."

carl shakes his head in defeat, following you and rick out the door.

...

you were now officially locked up in alexandria. rick had pulled up two chairs on the opposite side of the dark cell. carl sat in one, arms crossed and obviously quite annoyed, while rick sat properly in the other.

carl had brought your bag with him, and it laid by his feet.

carl's leg moves up and down off the floor anxiously, his face covered in frustration. "this is so stupid, she's obviously not a threat-"

"well then she needs to prove that, doesn't she?" rick retorts, shutting carl up instantly.

you nodded understandingly, sitting against the bars of the cell. "how can i prove it?"

rick silently thinks for a moment, clasping his hands together. "you can start by telling us about your father."

"there's a lot to know about him." you chuckled lightly to yourself, leaning your head against the bars and looking up at the two on the other side. "what exactly do you want to know?"

"his motives. why is he doing this?"

you clenched your hands together, anxiety rushing through your body.

"he's.. trying to make civilization or something." your voice trembled. "he thinks for every crime there needs to be punishment. that's why he killed.. your people." your body language softened as you began taking in everything happening. "..what are you going to do to my dad?"

rick stayed silent, except for a quiet sigh, which basically answered your question.

"your friend daryl should be out of the sanctuary now." you blurted out.

"what?" rick quickly stood up and walked up to the cell, his hand laying on the bars.

"i saw one of my dads wives slip a note under his cell. when i went out to leave and come here, a motorcycle was gone." you explained yourself anxiously. ricks eyes looked deep into yours, a sense of aggression and concern coming from him.

"do you know where he could be headed to?" ricks voice shakes as he speaks to you.

you shake your head. "no, i don't." you feel like your story could be sounding like bullshit, but you were telling the truth. "i'd assume he would be coming here, but he would've been here before me. maybe hilltop? somewhere with your people, probably."

rick pushes off of the cell bars and walks out of the room, pulling his walkie-talkie out as he shuts the door.

you sit with carl in silence for a moment. he looks shaken up, and honestly a bit frustrated.

"..sorry." you lowered your head onto the bars. you didn't know why exactly you were sorry, you just knew you were.

he looked back up at you, his expression changing to confusion. "what? why?"

you hid your face away from him as tears started flooding your eyes. so much was happening, even if it wasn't necessarily your fault. you worried that you made the whole situation worth.

"for everything." your voice cracked as you moved the back of your head against the bars to make sure he didn't see you crying. "my dad, your friends.. it just sucks. i wish i could've done something sooner to stop him."

carl quickly walks up to the cell, sitting down to look at you. "hey.." he leans his back against the bars, looking at you the best he can. "you're not your father. i'm sure everyone can tell that, even my dad."

"i think your dad hates me." you laugh at his comment.

"i'm serious, y/n." he turns the upper-half of his body to face you more.

you stay looking away from him. "i need to go back to the sanctuary."

"why? you're safer here."

"me being here puts you all in danger. if i'm gone any longer, my dad might come here." you stand up and try opening the cell, which rick obviously locked previously.

"my dad has the keys, he's not gonna let you out." carl stands up with you, putting his hands on the other side of the bar.

you felt so angry. but you didn't know exactly where the anger was placed to. you felt so much at once. your heart was racing, and you could just hear static going through your brain. you laid your head against the cell, defeated.

..until you remembered you had a bobby pin in your hair.

of course, with your dad being negan, you knew how to pick locks. you began picking it as carl continued speaking to you, not even noticing what you were doing.

"it'll be fine. i'm sure your dad trusts you enough to let you go out on your own."

you shook your head, continuing to pick the lock. "you don't know my dad. i barely know my dad. by the time i came back after dropping you off, he already had a few people out ready to come get me."

"just stay. for a little while longer. please." carl begged, looking at you before finally realizing what was going on. "what're you doing-"

you cut him off by swinging the cell door open. "it's fine, carl. i'll be back." you grabbed your bag and tried walking out the door, but carl quickly blocked you

"are you kidding me?" he put his arm on the wall, preventing you from getting past.

"carl." you sternly spoke, looking him dead in the eyes. your eyes quickly softened, however, as you brought your hands up to the sides of his face. "i'll be back as soon as i can. i promise. i have to try and make sure me coming over here didn't get you guys into more shit."

carl moves his hand up to your wrist, looking down at you anxiously. but after a moment of hesitation, he nods. "please be safe."

"don't worry about me." your lips turn up into a grin before you lean to kiss him.

he moves his hands down to your waist to pull you closer, leaving one hand on your side and the other on the back of your neck. you could tell by his body language that he didn't want you to go, but you knew you had to. he knew that, too.

you pulled away, despite his protest. your smile turned somber as you looked up at him. "i'll see you soon. i promise."

"wait." he grabs his walkie talkie and hands it to you. "i have another one somewhere. i don't know if this will be in reach with the sanctuary, but please try and call me when you're safe."

you nodded, pulling him in for one last hug. he held you tightly, leaving a kiss on the crown of your forehead before letting go.

"i love you." he smiled warmly at you.

"i love you too, carl."

...

you snuck back out of alexandria and back to where you had left your motorcycle. you rode it as fast as possible, speeding back to the sanctuary.

luckily, you hadn't seen any saviors yet. the roads were clear, except for a few walkers that you simply just sped past. you had to get back to the sanctuary as soon as possible.

and after a while, you finally arrived.

it was similar to how you arrived after dropping carl off. negan was standing by a car with a few saviors that were geared up. they quickly noticed you, and your father didn't seem happy either.

you parked and took your helmet off. negan ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

"where were you?" his voice was stern, but also soft. he was worried.

"i just went out for a bit." you returned his hug, but quickly pushed away. "..can i talk to you, dad?"

negan looks at you confused before nodding. "okay."

he signals that the saviors can come back inside before continuing to follow you to one of the old conference rooms.

you sat down at the end of the tables, and negan sat down on the other so he could look at you.

"so, what's up?" he smiles warmly at you, which you anxiously return.

you messed with your nailbeds nervously. you knew how he would react, but you had to ask. "i can't live like this anymore."

that was the only thing that you could spit out. probably the worst way you could've worded it, but you could tell it got your point across the way negans face dropped.

"what?" was all negan could spit out from that sentence.

you stood up and began pacing around as you spoke. it was the only thing that could even slightly calm your nerves. "the way that you run things. i know i'm your child and i've grown up around this, but i know right from wrong. i'm sure you do, too."

his eyebrows furrowed as he clasped his hands together, placing them on the table. "go on."

"i know why you do it. you've told me a million times. but i can't stand it anymore, dad." you stopped pacing, looking him straight in the eye. "i can't watch you kill people like that. not again."

"then i wont take you again, easy as that-"

"no, dad." you quickly cut him off, your voice raising slightly as you become more infuriated. "i can't let you kill people like that either."

negan simply huffs in response, standing up and walking over to you. "this is how we live now. how do you suppose you'll stop it?"

you stay silent for a moment, just thinking. he puts a hand on his shoulder and goes to speak, but you stop him.

"i'll leave."

his face drops. he moves his hand off of your shoulder and presses his lips together. you've never seen him look so distraught before, at least with you.

"you'll never see me again."

"where would you go?" negan finally speaks, his expression glum and his voice firm.

"anywhere but here. i'd go far away just to get away from here." tears started forming in your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. "maybe you'll find me. maybe you'll kill me, i don't care. because i'll be away from this."

"this is how we live-"

"this is not living!" you yell, tears finally falling down your cheeks.

when he didn't respond, you grabbed your bag and walked towards the door. but, he grabbed your wrist. "hey-"

"don't leave." negans voice remained firm, but you could tell he was upset. "what can i do for you to accept that this is just the way things are?"

you give him a look that screams 'are you stupid?' before you continue speaking. "nothing. because i wont accept it." you move his hand away from your wrist. "i love you, dad. but i can't keep living with the fact that we're just.. murdering people."

negan looks at you blankly and you take it as your opportunity to exit. except before you could close the door behind you, something stopped it.

negans foot.

"what?" you turned around to look at him.

"fine." he breathily says, wiping his eyes quickly. "i'll.. i'll figure it out."

you smiled at him, letting your tears fall as you hugged him tightly. even if it seemed like it to him in the moment, you didn't want to leave him. he was your father, not many people had that luxury of still having a parent alive nowadays. but it's the only way you thought that he would listen to you, and he did.

he hugged you back. "i'm not losing you, too."

...

you didn't know what your dad was going to do now. hell, he didn't even know what he was going to do now. but, you knew that you needed to call carl. you walked back over to your room and locked the door, pulling the walkie-talkie out as fast as possible and calling.

"hello? this is y/n. is carl there?" you asked, but just got static as an answer.

'maybe i need to get a bit closer.'

you walked back outside of your room, and negan was standing right outside. you put your hands behind your back quickly, hiding the walkie-talkie.

"hey, dad."

he smiled, hugging you with one of his arms. "are you heading out again?"

"..yeah." you nodded nervously. "not too far. i just need some air."

"alright. try and be back by dinner, alright?" negan smiled at you. you nodded back and him, putting the walkie-talkie in your pocket as you walked back towards your motorcycle.

you rode out a bit, towards the area you'd usually roam to when you needed space. as you rode, you occasionally turned the radio on to check if you were in range.

as you approached your hangout area, you set your motorcycle down and turned your radio on.

"hellooo.. this is y/n, i'm calling for carl." you repeated for the thousandth time.

there was static, but just before you turned it off again, you heard his voice.

"y/n!"

"carl?" you exclaimed happily.

"holy shit, are you okay?" carl asked through the radio, his voice seemingly laced with concern, but he also seemed happy to hear your voice.

"yes, i'm okay." you nodded, your smile not leaving your face. "i told my dad that.. i'd leave if he didn't stop. he's gonna try and figure something out."

"that might not go over that easy with my dad, y'know?"

"i know. but i won't let him kill anyone else. all i ask if that you don't let your dad kill mine." you lightly chuckle, which he returns.

carl stays silent for a moment. "could you come back over here?"

"i can try. why? what's up?"

"i'd feel better knowing you're here with me while all of this goes on." his voice is a bit more quiet over the radio, but loud enough where you could still hear it.

"of course." you started getting back onto your motorcycle as you spoke to him. "i'll always be there when you need me."

you could hear him laugh on the other side. "thank you. i'll see you soon then?"

"yep. love you!" you happily replied.

"love you, too, y/n."

you rode off back towards alexandria. this time, instead of feeling so anxious and stressed, you felt happy.

you didn't know what was going to happen after you arrived at alexandria. how rick would react, the other alexandrians, the people effected by your fathers actions.. but you did know that you'd figure out how to make it right.

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[abswife]

modern gf! abby headcanons

i spend most of my day imagining what having abby as a girlfriend would be like so here's what my little gay brain came up with

nsfw at the bottom mdni

you guys would probably meet at a cafe

it'd be one of those cute little moments where you both ordered the same thing and when they called it out you both reached for it at the same time

you guys would start chatting after that, and she'd ask for your number before you left

you half expected her to not even text you, but the next day a random number popped up with the message "hi, it's abby from the cafe."

after a few dates you two made it official

she's the type of person that always wants you to come to her place rather her go to yours, she just likes seeing you with all of her stuff around

she's a big fan of the pet names babe, baby, and sweetheart

she likes to just chill with you, she doesn't feel like you guys always have to be doing something when you're together. she's perfectly content just reading or scrolling on your phones in the same room

in public, she doesn't really like to do more than just hold your waist or kiss your forehead, but at home she is glued to your side

big cuddlebug

she insists on going on biweekly dates, even if it's just to see a movie

would be so nervous to meet your parents, she would be practically shitting herself on the car ride, but when she actually meets them she is the very picture of respect

your parents said after that she seemed like "a very nice girl"

also slightly nervous for you to meet her dad, even though she knows that he'll love you

we all know that she is a gym rat, and she would love it if you came to the gym with her, even if you're doing completely different stuff

she knows how much you like her muscles, and will tease you if she catches you staring

however, you do the same thing when you catch her staring at your ass

she loves it when you wear her jackets, and she will wear your jewelry sometimes

she'll bring you flowers randomly, always from an actual florist

SHE LOVES WHEN YOU COOK FOR HER it makes her feel so domestic with you

i feel like she would be a doctor, maybe a cardiologist

she would come home from working long shifts and just drop into bed with you, not even bothering to take her scrubs off

sometimes you bring her lunch to work, and her smile and the kiss she plants on the top of your head make it worth the drive

she tells you that if you guys get married that you should stay at home, considering there wouldn't really be any reason for you to work since she makes a lot of money

she would be very happy to provide for you and you never having to lift a finger

she texts like a grandpa in the way that her texts seem to have no tone

you'll be like "i love you so much baby! <3"

and she'll reply "i love you too."

you know that she means it though lol

nsfw below

she is very passionate when it comes to sex

while it can be fun to just go at it, she prefers to slow down and really appreciate your body

she's a sucker for eye contact, she's always grabbing your chin to make you face her

she's a SWITCH argue with the wall

while she loves giving, babygirl also likes to be taken care of

as stated before, she loves your ass

she's always grabbing and slapping it, lightly that is unless you ask otherwise

she's not big on toys other than straps

when she uses her strap on you she can never decide if she wants to do missionary or doggy, usually makes you decide

because in missionary, she can see your face

but in doggy, she can see your ass

usually not very into you riding her, since she feels useless just laying there

riding her face however? that she can get into

but yeah that's all i can think of rn but i can a thousand percent make a part 2 so lemme know if i should

[lfzyxf]

Hey, I have another fluffy Isaac Lahey request. What about one where Reader randomly, but frequently compliments/flirts with Isaac just to see his reaction. Could be pre-relationship or established relation, up to you on that. I just think it would be funny/cute.

Did something a little different here, hope you like it! Masterlist Word count: 1050 Taglist: @rachlovesactors

4 + 1

Four times you compliment Isaac, and one time he compliments you.

The first time

The first time it happens is when Stiles once again starts to complain about Isaac’s habit of wearing scarves. “I mean, seriously. Why are you even wearing a scarf right now? It’s the middle of summer.” Isaac rolls his eyes at the comment, “It’s fashion, all right? Not that you’d know anything about it since all you wear are flannels.” He retorts, his arms crossed, and head tilted forward. Stiles is about to respond, hand raised when you interrupt him. “I think it’s nice actually.” The heads of the previously arguing boys turn towards you. “What?” You can’t help but laugh at how in sync they were before shrugging. “I like the scarfs; it adds something to his outfits.” They both stare at you until you eventually walk away. Stiles has a look of disbelief plastered on his face, while Isaac’s smiling smugly at him.

The second time

He didn’t leave, he stayed behind to help Scott. He stayed to help the pack, to help you. He’s walking towards the lacrosse field, ready to bump players out of the game when Scott turns to you. You don’t notice of course, too busy staring at Isaac who is walking on the field with such confidence you can’t look away. It takes him tapping your shoulder for you to look away, only to be met with a teasing grin on his face. “Shut up.” You say quickly before turning your gaze back towards the field. “I didn’t say anything.” He responds you can hear him smiling as he speaks. “But if you wanted to say something, I wouldn’t judge.”  He adds, making you look at him once more. “Gerard has just threatened to kill us all, and you think this is the time to figure out my feelings for him?” Scott sighs at your words, you’re right, of course, but still. “We can’t do anything about that right now, so we might as well.” A few seconds after he says that Isaac is on the ground in pain. The two of you quickly stand up, just before Scott starts to run towards the wolf in pain you stop him. “Maybe he’s a tiny bit good-looking.” You tell him before making your way towards Isaac. Scott can’t help but laugh at your words before following you and getting Isaac some help.

The third time

It happens again when Allison is explaining to Isaac how riding a motorbike works. He looks confident, cocky even. It suits him well, and you tell him so when Allison takes a picture for Scott. “This look suits you well.” You comment when he puts on the helmet that was hanging on the throttle of the bike. Isaacs’s eyes meet yours in a second. If you look closely, you can make out a part of his cheeks reddened at your comment. Allison coughs before turning towards you and smirking. “Should I send you the picture as well so you can look at it some more?” She asks teasingly. Unfazed you nod, “That’d be great actually.” Before patting the bike once and moving to the side to let Isaac through. It takes him a moment to gather himself before he’s off and driving through the school hallways to get revenge on the twins.

The fourth time

This is very awkward. When bringing Meredith to Scott’s home you certainly weren’t expecting his dad to be here. Coming up with an excuse as to why we were all there, Stiles quickly explains and tells him that we have a study session going on. “Who’s she?” His dad asks, clearly not convinced. Stiles quickly moves his arm around her shoulders before confidently saying, “My girlfriend.” Until Meredith quickly shatters that illusion by muttering that he’s not her type. “Well, we obviously have a lot to talk about,” Stiles responds, “We should maybe take this upstairs?” Meredith instead looks at Isaac before claiming that he is, in fact, her type. Everyone looks around awkwardly before Stiles decides that Isaac should just come as well. The trio quickly makes their way upstairs, leaving you with Scott and his dad. “Well,” you saw awkwardly. “Can’t blame the girl, he is pretty hot.” Before going the same way, the other three went a few moments before. Oblivious to the fact that Isaac heard you thank the universe for werewolf hearing.

Plus one

It’s another year at school. A lot happened in the previous one, a lot of bad things. Allison for example isn’t here for the new year. But we did get Stiles back, and the Nogitsune is gone once more. The locker room is almost empty when you knock on the door. When Scott lets you know that there aren’t any half-naked boys around, you walk in. You can hear four voices when you walk in, hidden behind a row of lockers. Making your way towards them you wish you hadn’t, the sight of Stiles questioning a boy you hadn’t seen before. Stopping beside Scott you can see an embarrassed look on his face. Looking to your left you spot an unimpressed Isaac staring down at Stiles. The boy turns to grab his stuff before looking up at Stiles, “Guess I’m just that good.” He says before walking off.

Scott moves to stand next to Stiles as they watch him walk off, an impressed look on his face. “Wasn’t lying that time,” Scott says making Isaac laugh. “Anyone want to tell me what that was about?” You ask staring at three men in front of you. Isaac moves one of his arms around your shoulders before explaining. “New guy, Liam. He’s great at lacrosse and Stiles just can’t seem to accept that.” Looking over at Stiles you can’t help but laugh at the dejected look on his face. “Is it that hard to believe someone is just good at playing lacrosse?” You ask him, but before he can respond Isaac interrupts. “Not everyone can be as talented as you.” He winks at you before patting your shoulder and walking off. Leaving you with Scott and Stiles, who are both staring at you. Stiles with wide, confused eyes, and Scott with a smug expression. “So, what was that about not having any feelings for him?” Scott asks smiling at you.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

haiii I like your works sm, hope you'll like my request!!

James in his BL cowboy era works on ranch of reader's dad(reader is much younger than James). Reader and him fell in love with each other, while her dad is not good with it and prevents Reader from interacting with James. One night, James steals the reader away from home and they spend a passionate but tender first night together in his little ranch house, where Het takes her virginity and then tenderly takes care of her after making love... ahh I can't stop thinking about how hot cowboy James is😞

love ya!!

God, I love cowboy James, I hope you like it❤ Love ya too!

Warnings: Soft smut, age gap, loss of virginity

The cowboy and the rose

The summer air was thick with the scent of hay and wildflowers, a lazy breeze carrying the hum of cicadas across the ranch. I sat on the porch swing, the wooden slats creaking beneath me, as I watched James work in the fading light. There was something magnetic about the way he moved, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the weight of hard labor. My father had hired him months ago, but from the moment James set foot on our land, I knew he was trouble—the kind of trouble that pulled at me in ways I couldn’t explain.

James wasn’t like the other ranch hands. There was an air about him, a quiet confidence, the hint of a smirk beneath his dusty cowboy hat. He’d catch my eye now and then, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my heart race. It wasn’t long before my father noticed the way I looked at him—and the way James looked at me.

“You stay away from that man, Y/N,” my father had warned one evening, his voice firm as we sat around the dinner table. “He’s not good for you. Too old, too wild. He’ll bring nothing but heartache.”

I didn’t argue. There was no point when my father had made up his mind, but his words only fueled the fire inside me. James wasn’t reckless; he was kind. He’d stop to help mend a fence or comfort a scared horse, his touch gentle despite the strength in his hands. And when he looked at me, I felt seen—not as the rancher’s daughter, but as a woman.

We’d stolen moments where we could. A whispered conversation in the barn, our hands brushing as we worked side by side. Once, late at night, I’d snuck out to meet him by the river. He’d pulled me close under the stars, his arms wrapped around me as if to shield me from the world.

But my father’s disapproval loomed over us like a storm cloud. He’d started keeping a closer eye on me, his sharp gaze following me wherever I went.

That night, everything changed.

I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of my father’s rules pressing down on me. Then I heard it—the soft tap of pebbles against my window. My heart leapt as I peered outside. There he was, James, standing in the moonlight, his truck parked at the edge of the property.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely carrying through the night. “Come with me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my boots and slipped out the window, my heart pounding as I crept across the yard. When I reached him, he took my hand, his grip firm but warm.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

He looked at me, his dark eyes steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

We drove to his small ranch house on the edge of town, the truck rumbling through the quiet night. When we arrived, he helped me out of the cab, his hand lingering on my waist. The house was modest, but it felt like a sanctuary. Inside, the scent of leather and cedar enveloped me, the warm glow of lamplight casting shadows on the walls.

James turned to me, his expression serious. “I know this is a lot,” he said, his voice soft. “If you want to go back, I’ll take you. But if you stay… I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

My breath caught in my throat as I stepped closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips met mine, the kiss slow and tender, as if he was savoring every moment. He led me to his bedroom, the simplicity of the space reflecting the man himself. There, in the quiet of the night, we came together for the first time.

James kissed me deeply, his hands cupping my face as he murmured against my lips, “You’re so beautiful.” The words sent a warmth through me, making my skin tingle. His touch moved down my arms, his fingers grazing my skin like a whisper, until they settled on my waist, holding me close.

He unbuttoned my blouse with care, his eyes meeting mine with each undone button. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice steady but filled with need. I shook my head, my breath catching as I helped him shrug off his shirt. His chest was firm and warm, and I let my hands explore the planes of his skin, marveling at how strong yet gentle he was.

When I shivered, he wrapped his arms around me, his lips brushing along my temple. “Cold?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Just nervous. This is my first time.”

James’s expression softened, his hand coming up to gently cup my cheek. “I know,” he said quietly. “And I’ll take care of you, I promise. We’ll go slow, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, trusting him completely. “Okay.”

He laid me down on the bed, his movements deliberate and tender. His lips followed the curve of my neck, tracing a line to my collarbone as his hands mapped every inch of my body. I gasped when his touch became more insistent, his kisses trailing lower.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low but gentle.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please.”

His touch became more purposeful, his hands and lips exploring me with a reverence that made me feel cherished. As he finally joined us together, he moved with a slowness that showed his care for me, pausing just enough to let me adjust, whispering softly, ""Are you okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, moving with a slowness that showed his care for me.

He paused to let me adjust, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, his hand gently cradling my face. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a soothing murmur that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

I hesitated, my words catching in my throat as I tried to make sense of the unfamiliar sensations. "I don’t know," I admitted softly. "It’s strange… but it feels right, being with you."

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, my breath trembling as he began to ease into me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and an unfamiliar fullness. Sensing my tension, he stilled, his forehead pressing gently against mine.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

I exhaled shakily, relaxing under his tender encouragement. Slowly, he moved again, giving me a moment to adjust to every inch. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern and love.

“Yes,” I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Don’t stop.”

He pressed another kiss to my lips, his movements careful and unhurried. As the discomfort faded, a new kind of warmth spread through me, and I found myself meeting his rhythm. His whispered words of praise and love grounded me, each one like a lifeline.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “So perfect.”

I clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. “I’m yours, James,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks.

He moved with a mixture of passion and tenderness, as if every touch and motion were a declaration of his feelings. The room was filled with soft gasps and murmured words, the world beyond the walls fading away entirely.

When we reached our peak together, I felt as though the stars themselves had fallen into the room. James collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, our breaths mingling as we lay entangled.

Afterward, he cleaned me with a warm towel, his movements unhurried and soothing. “Does that feel alright?” he asked, his voice still husky but tender.

“It’s perfect,” I replied, watching the way his brow furrowed with concentration as he cared for me.

He climbed back into bed, wrapping the blanket around us and holding me close. “Come here,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “I’ve got you.”

I rested my head against his chest, his heartbeat a steady reminder of everything we’d just shared. “I love you, James,” I said softly, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

He tipped my chin up, his lips brushing mine in a featherlight kiss. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”

We lay there, the weight of the night sinking into us, but instead of fear, I felt a profound sense of belonging. For the first time, I understood what it meant to be truly seen, truly loved, and I knew I’d never let it go.

[crazyk-imagine]

Misunderstandings and New Found Love

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader

Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past

Word Count: 4,800

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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m not here to ask.”

“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.

"I'm just... checking on you.”

“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”

“Have we really come to this?”

“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."

"Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“No one-"

“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.

His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”

Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.

“No one but Em and I will be there.”

“They’re going to know I was there.”

“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”

“Way to use your title for your own gain.”

“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”

-

You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.

Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”

“You gonna put on a shirt.”

“I will if you come in.”

“That sounds like blackmail.”

“Just-”

“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, Sam.”

He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Alright, you two.”

You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.

“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.

“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”

“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”

You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.

“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”

You shrug.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Why do you think I’m in layers?”

“A sign of self-torture.”

“Sam-”

“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”

“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.

“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”

“Fine.”

She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.

“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.

“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.

“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”

“Not everyone.”

“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.

"A cold one was nearby.”

You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.

"You don’t have to talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile.

“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”

“You weren’t in the car?”

You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."

"Why does everyone think you were?”

“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.

“Do you remember who it was?”

“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, not wanting to worry them.

After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.

“What? No," Emily whines.

"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”

“I still don’t want you to leave.”

“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”

“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”

-

You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

-

You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.

The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.

You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.

A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.

Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.

Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.

You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”

“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”

“Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Try and control me, watch what happens.”

He growls your name.

“I needed this.”

The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”

“She, did it?”

You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”

He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”

He raises his brow.

“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).

You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”

You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”

They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.

You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."

She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.”

-

“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.

“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”

You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”

Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.

“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”

-

You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.

“Did she do that?”

You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”

“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”

He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”

“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”

“Make them.”

“It’s not easy, Cullen.”

“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”

You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”

He heads back over towards Bella.

-

“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.

He nods. “They don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”

Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.

“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.

“She'll become hybrid.”

The Cullens raise their brows.

-

Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.

You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."

“Cute, get to Emily’s.”

“You can’t make me.”

You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.

“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”

You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"

"You can change their minds.”

“That’s so much work,” you groan.

“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”

“I’m better than you think.”

-

You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.

“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.

You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”

You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.

Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”

He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”

“Sam-”

“A pack sits together.”

Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.

You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.

“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.

“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”

You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”

Emily says your name.

“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”

You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.

You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.

“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”

You run towards the railing and throw up.

“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”

“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”

“I told you-”

“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”

He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”

Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.

You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.

“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”

He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.

"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.

Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."

"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."

The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."

"You're not but you can shut up."

"Take her to the guest room while I call-"

"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.

The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."

"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"

The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.

"He's here."

Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."

"We appreciate it."

"What's going on with our patient?"

Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.

"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."

"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.

"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"

"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.

The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."

"So, your solution is to let them die?!"

"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.

They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.

-

"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.

Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.

On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.

He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"

With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.

"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."

His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."

"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."

They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.

"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.

The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.

-

"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."

The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."

"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."

"What brought this on?"

"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"

"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."

The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."

"How long will it take?"

"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."

He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

-

Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.

"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"

He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."

"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."

"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.

The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to wait."

"Did you two know?" Leah asks.

"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."

"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.

"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.

"I'm not the one on trial here."

The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."

The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, you two, that's enough."

They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."

After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.

"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.

He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.

"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"

"Do you think they'll forgive me?"

She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."

He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.

The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.

Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?

He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.

If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.

He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.

You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.

He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.

Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.

You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.

“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.

He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.

You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”

“You died.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”

“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”

“So, now I’m both?”

“I think so.”

You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving,” you grumble.

He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”

“You don’t own me.”

“The imprint bond says otherwise.”

You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”

You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”

“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Embry smacks the back of his head.

“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”

The corners of her lips twitch.

You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”

You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”

“I never said that.”

“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”

A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”

“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.

He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”

“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”

“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”

“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.

“No one asked you two.”

They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”

You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”

“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”

“Am I going to eat a bunny?”

“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.

“How do you feel?” Sam asks.

“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”

Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.

“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.

“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.

You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”

He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”

“Do I have to?”

“It will help with the urges.”

“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”

“What?” Seth asks.

“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”

“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”

“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.

The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.

-

“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”

“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”

“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.

The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.

Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.

-

A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.

You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.

Things with Paul are still interesting.

He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”

“He wanted to switch.”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”

He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”

“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.

“Where are you going?”

“We have to patrol.”

He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”

“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”

“I wanted you to stay warm.”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.

He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”

“Wha-”

“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”

“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.

He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.

“About what?”

“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To get in my pants?”

“I was already getting with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”

“So, we’re in a relationship?”

“I never said that.”

He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”

“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”

“I think I heard you just fine.”

-

You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.

The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.

All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.

The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him. 

[satssssbash]

co-parent bakugou .2

katsuki bakugou x nb reader (previous part)

(cw: smut, angst, kids, arguing, verbal abuse)

when bakugou comes back from his morning walk he goes into the kitchen to see raya over the stove cooking breakfast. “hey babe, goodmorning,” she turned to face him, “i'm sorry about last night; i was just upset.”

he nods and goes to their bedroom and gets undressed. raya, not being satisfied with his reaction, pauses breakfast and follows him up. she sneaks up behind him and runs her hand down his bare back. “i said i was sorry babe, you have to forgive me.” he turns around to face her.

“you know my dad doesn't like it when we argue.” he hated that. he hated it when she used her dads position as leverage. with rayas’ dad being the mayor and all; she’d grown to be a spoiled brat. sure he had the skill to be a pro-hero but maybe not the funds. his parents weren't exactly the richest in the world. so of course his wife offered to let her dad take care of it. just like that- pro-hero dynamite had his own agency.

he swallowed hard, some spit along with his pride and sighed, “yea, ‘m sorry bout last night. i wasn't in the best head space." raya smiled, and played with the waistband of his boxers. “it's okay lovebug, now just lay back and let me take care of you.” he stood there quietly and watched her. watching as she knelt down, pulling down his boxers as she did. taking his semi-hard dick into her hands then licking the tip while working her hand up and down his full length. she kind of falters at noticing he isn't getting hard as quickly as he usually does. “did you jerk off already today or something?” he lies and shakes his head yes as she stands up. “or maybe you just can't get hard for me anymore.” she says jokingly, and katsuki forces a laugh. unsure of what was causing the problem.

__

by the time you get up it's nearly 1pm, woken up by your antsy little toddler who you let sleep in your room for night. you get up then go do your morning routine. (accompanied by your curious toddler of course) when you finish both of your morning routines you go towards the kitchen to make your cereals of choice. you go up to your room to grab your phone and see a text from bakugou. “When can i see my kid again” you sigh and reply telling him he can come over today. he likes the message and lets you know that his wife will be tagging along as well. great.

they get to your house around 3pm. you welcome them in and take them to the living area. bakugou mentions he brought something over for hana and went back to the car. leaving you and raya alone. you sit there kind of quietly while hana is wearing headphones watching her tablet. raya observes the girl, “hm.. are you even sure its his? she looks a little.. slow,” she says nonchalantly. you stare in disbelief at her, shocked she’d even say that straight to your face. “excuse me?”

“its a cute baby of course, kats’ genes really tried their best but..” she pauses “i can just imagine how pretty our baby girl is gonna be- you know with that being said, i'd really appreciate it if you kind of backed off. he needs to be an attentive father to our baby, not yours. i don't need to be worried about some desperate baby momma.’’ you scoff, you had enough of this wench disrespecting you and your child in your own home. without thinking you end up over your coffee table landing a smack across her face. she yelps in pain and hold her face like it was the most precious thing ever. “what you are not about to do is come up in my house and disrespect me and my daughter. you can get the fuck out.”

she immediately ran outside to katsuki, leaving you alone with a dumbstruck hana. you ignored the little girl's curious expression and just simply ran your hands through your hair. it wasn't too long after before you heard daunting footsteps headed your way. “what the fuck did you do? yer gonna let me bring my wife up in here just to disrespect ‘er? why the fuck of all people are you calling her a tramp ‘nd sayin she got sloppy seconds? of all people. i'm trying real hard to be in my daughter's life but yer being a real bitch about it.” without letting you say anything he drops a gift bag and leaves. leaving you once again, and leaving you speechless.

__

later that night you drop your daughter off with her grandparents and go see your old friend, eijirou kirishima. you two usually caught up at least once a month. drink a little, laugh a little, indulge a little. he's been such a great friend, so supporting and always there for you. even occasionally watching hana for you. but today you two are all alone, and both a little too drunk for either of your liking. it starts off with friendly peckish little neck kisses, short playful pecks on the lips. nothing you two haven't explored before.

but tonight something was different. you expressed to him how stressful things were today with what happened with katsukis wife. he told you he’d make you feel better and you just kind of brushed it off. but now it's hard to brush it off when he's knuckles deep inside of you, working his fingers deeper and deeper inside. you just throw your head back against his plush couch letting the pleasure take you away. “eijirou.. please,” you whine. he shoots you a toothy grin with half hooded eyes. “please what? you can use your words, i know you can.” you whine more while he works his fingers into your special spot. once you finish he pulls out grinning; leaving you blissed out with arousal apparent by his print visible.

he gets you a ride home, both too intoxicated to drive anywhere. he opens the door for you then hugs and kisses you goodnight. you get home and go to sleep.

when you wake up the next morning your head is pounding and your phone is blowing up. the most alarming test came from your mother

: “How could you be so stupid?”

: “Letting the press see you getting so personal with someone”

: “Theres photos of you and that Kirishima boy going around of you kissing”

you dont get why it was such a big deal. you didn't even care, with your parents being famous pro-heroes everything you've done since birth has been documented. it's tiring and after your daughter's birth you stopped caring. Doing whatever you wanted regardless of the paparazzi, but them following you over to kirishima's house was ridiculous. The second text you read was from bakugou;

: “Out of all of my friends you go for him?”

: “You didnt feel the need to tell me about this?”

: “Really ??? Eijirou? Has he been around Hana?”

you got kind of upset at his messages more than you did your mom. what did it matter to him, he doesnt get to control who you talked to. he’s not your boyfriend nor your dad. you leave him on read and you scroll through your twitter feed. filled with photos of you and kirishima kissing. “PRO-HERO MIYU and YUIKA SUZUKI CHILD CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH PRO-HERO RED RIOT” you sigh and almost turn your phone off but see another set of messages from bakugou, was he jealous?

[stealthetrees]

I would first like to apologize for the short chapter 3 for my fic Incident Reports from the Coruscant Guard. I keep having ideas for much later chapters and feel the need to write them. Also I don’t know how to write action. Pester me about it and I will feel guilty for not writing and may finish it sooner.

Anyway here’s the chapter when the Corries got Fives. For context, just after the Guard faked Ashokas death (bc she was a wanted criminal anyway and now they can use her to con people) Fox decided to try and break into the evil looking building they sometimes see Palpatine go to bc he’s convinced it’s an evil fortress that could have valuable information about the war. He got electrocuted and yeeted out a 5 story window.

He squinted at the clone in the bed next to him. “Do I know you?”

He flinched at Fox’s raspy voice, and his hands fluttered nervously around the blankets as he avoided eye contact. “Uh, no I don’t think we’ve met.”

“You don’t look like one of mine,” said Fox, wondering what he could have missed while he was out. He tried to sit up but was met with sharp pain in his chest. The hiss of pain summoned a vindictive medic like magic.

“Electrocution and nearly broken ribs. As a medical professional I’d recommend not trying to break into an evil sith fortress again,” said Cherry smugly. Fox had always suspected his medics secretly fought over who got to deliver news like that to him.

Giving up, he flopped back down. “Did I miss anything big?”

“Some ARC figured out The Conspiracy but fumbled it so bad the long necks told the Jedi his ‘aggression inhibitor chip’ broke and they believed it,” Cherry rolled his eyes and used air quotes. “Dogma’s pretty psyched cause they knew each other before acquisitions, oh! And this is Tup, fresh out of a lab. Also one of Rex’s Idiots.”

Tup waved nervously. Fox tried to give an encouraging smile. “We’re glad to have you, Tup.”

The words only seemed to make him feel guilty, as he turned away again.

“His inhibitor chip went off and he killed a Jedi during a battle. It’s been removed and we did some brain scans just in case. No further anomalies have been found, but we’re keeping him for observation just in case. For your mental state if nothing else,” Cherry directed the last part at Tup. “No one here hates you for something out of your control.”

He looked back at Fox, “Thorn has your armor and Vixen is directing offworld operations. It’s been pretty calm so I wouldn’t feel bad about sedating you if you try to escape. Follow instructions and it’ll only be a day or two. Call if you need anything.”

Cherry swept out of the room before either of them could argue. Fox and Tup looked at each other with mutual understanding and contempt for medics.

The next few days had troopers coming in and out through the visiting hours. Dogma and some of the other Idiots came by several times in between missions to talk to Tup. The familiar faces went a long way to cheering him up. They dragged Fox into conversation as often as they could, possibly trying to acclimate Tup to the wildly different social structure that made up the Coruscant Guard.

The constant distractions helped time pass, despite being banned from caff and work. The medics seemed almost disappointed to clear Fox for light duties. Lucky came by to bring him his armor and laugh at how fast he got Tup to call him dad.

“I’ll be your security today, Havoc got drafted into a drug bust,” said Lucky cheerfully.

“And you don’t have anything better to do than follow around someone with a 50,000 credit bounty everyone is too afraid to touch?” Fox asked sarcastically.

“Nope!”

“Greeeaaaaaat.”

Fox got about two minutes of silence, which only got them onto a train before Lucky started yapping about Separatist droid factories and how the different production methods could best be crippled. He even shows Fox the spreadsheet he was working on.

Fox gave some suggestions and critiques as the train slowed to a stop at their station. The mass of bodies flowed out onto the platform and the two soldiers were swept along, detangling themselves to push out onto the street.

Lucky finally looked up from the data pad. “This isn’t the way to the Barracks,” he said, frowning.

“I need to make sure Palpatine doesn’t do anything rash after what happened with the ARC,” Fox explained. “And get some caff.”

“I’d be surprised if he doesn’t,” Lucky muttered. “Oh! I almost forgot! The date for Scipio was moved up to this Thursday, everything else is the same though.”

“That’s perfect timing,” Fox sighed in relief. “Once the system is lost and Palpatine takes control of the banks we wouldn’t need to be so careful with illegal transactions. Has Slicer changed his passwords recently?”

“He finally made a bot to do it every time his blood pressure gets too high,” Lucky laughed.

Fox burst out laughing as they rounded the corner and nearly ran face first into Captain Rex.

He was fully armored and tense but the sight of his little brother reassured Fox in a way he couldn’t explain. He knew logically he’d still be mad about Ashoka but that didn’t matter in the moment, Fox was just glad he was still alive.

Rex punched him in the face, knocking Fox off balance and he didn’t bother trying to find his footing.

“Yeah that’s fair,” Fox muttered, taking the time to enjoy the ground.

“Hi Captain,” said Lucky somewhere above him.

“Did you know about Fives?” Rex demanded.

Fox jumped up at that, “Fives? What happened to Fives?!?”

Lucky failed too many tests on Kamino and was going to be decommed but another battalion happened to be there and smuggled him out as a shiny. Fox took him in bc Coruscant is a better place for him than an active battlefield. The Guard adopted him as their baby brother and all contributed to finishing his training. They got him when he was almost 17 but Fox didn’t clear him for duty until he was 19 cause he’s protective like that. Bc everyone was so worried about Lucky, the kid got the most varied and in-depth training of any clone ever. He could thrive in any position, even a commander. He knows slicing, mechanics, field medicine, strategy, Quinlan Vos even helped teach him about undercover and investigation stuff. He all knows how to fight force users and carries a slug thrower.

I love Lucky dearly. He’s o happy and cheerful your first impression of him is a little kitten, until he gets into a fight and then he’s a honey badger on crack.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 16

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Pops gets a new round of chemo and a surprise visitor at the hospital.

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Pops needed to have a few tests run and another round of chemotherapy, which ended up being a family affair. We had been there for several hours before I broke and offered to get everyone coffee, making my way down to the hospital cafeteria. They were nice enough to give me a little cardboard carrier which made bringing it back up to the oncology floor easy. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I thought I was hearing things at first, Jake’s voice echoing through the hallways but the second time he yelled I knew he was really there. I ran as fast as I could without spilling the coffee, rounding the corner to find Helen and Caroline staring up at Jake with matching expressions of what the hell do we do? 

I put the coffee on a nearby bench and closed the distance between us, grabbing Jake’s hand.

“Come on, Jake,” For some reason he looked surprised to see me there and I used that to my advantage, pulling him into a stairwell. Jake ran a hand down his face before turning on me,

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jake’s voice was sharp but not harsh, his jaw tense while he waited for my response. “That’s my Pops, Daisy.” I reached for him but he shook his head and it hurt but I pushed down the feeling, knowing I had done the same thing.

“The first thing I tried to do when I found out was call you,” I kept my voice soft and even. Jake squeezed his eyes shut,

“Why didn’t you?” 

“They begged me not to. They didn’t want you to be worried while you were deployed,” I chewed on my bottom lip. “They said you could get hurt if you were distracted and I couldn’t do it.” I put my hands on my hips, hoping it would disguise the shaking. “What good could it have done for you to know while you were god knows where with no access to your phone, maybe five minutes the whole time if you were lucky?” Jake ground his teeth, staring, more like glaring, at me.

“They shouldn’t have asked you to lie to me,” It wasn’t necessarily lying, more like an omission, but now was not the time to argue. 

“No, they probably shouldn’t have but they were scared, baby.” I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. “If I had told you the moment I found out like I was going to, leaving you a message of me crying my eyes out, telling you horrible news about Pops, what would you have done when you heard it? With no way to get home?” Jake’s frown deepened at the thought. “Jake, if any of had told you about this while you were on mission and then you died in the air,” Fuck those words were hard to say. I dropped his hand, tugging at my braid. “I can’t speak for your family but I’d never forgive myself.” 

“Daisy,” Jake softened, reaching for me. I shook my head, taking a step back.

“You can be as mad at me as you want,” I wiped at the tears as they fell, hating how it felt to have Jake mad at me like this. “And we can talk about how to handle shit like this later but right now,” I took a shaky breath. “Right now you are going to march into that room and apologize to your sisters for yelling.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said softly, taking a hesitant step forward and when I didn’t back away, he quickly covered the distance, pulling me into his chest. “I love you, Wildflower.” 

“I love you too, pretty boy.” 

I held Jake’s hand as we entered his dad’s room where his family had gathered. 

“Jacob Phineas Seresin, why does Daisy look like she’s been crying? You better not have yelled at her too,” Mama scolded the second we walked back into the room. I put myself between them, leaning into Jake’s chest.

“I made myself cry, mama,” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Jake would never raise his voice at me, right, Jake?” He mumbled a yes, ma’am that had his sisters hiding their grins behind their hands. “But he does have something he’d like to say.” Mama looked amused, fighting a smile, and Pops chuckled.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper, y’all didn’t deserve it.” I elbowed him lightly in the gut when he stopped there. “I know you were trying to protect me.” 

“Apology accepted,” Caroline snorted.

“You’re so whipped, Jakey,” Helen laughed.

“Can we get back to Pops now?” 

“Please,” I added for him and he kissed the top of my head. Jake was tense around me but his thumb was soothing comfortably back and forth over my hip.

“The cancer is responding to chemo, which is good, but the doctors are debating on surgery to remove the whole thing.” Mama explained, brushing Pop’s hair back to kiss his forehead. Jake relaxed around me, putting some of his weight on me. I reached up, cradling the back of his neck.

“That’s good to hear, Pops.” I played with the hairs on the back, trying to soothe him as his family continued to talk over next steps and the plans for Thanksgiving now that Jake was home.

“Are we okay?” I whispered, just loud enough for Jake to hear.

“We’ve got to talk about how to handle things when I’m deployed but yeah, baby, we’re good.” I relaxed in his hold, closing my eyes. Jake was home, he was safe, and he wasn’t breaking up with me. The weight of the last few days melted away and I focused on the feeling of having him there, pressed against me, safe. Jake yawned, breaking me out of my moment. I caught Helen’s eye and she scrunched her nose at me, making me giggle.

“When was the last time you slept, baby?” I whispered as he all about collapsed on top of me.

“Few days ago,” He nuzzled into my neck, exhaustion rolling off of him in waves. “M’fine, just want to be here with y’all.” 

“Let me take you to the house, we can take a nap,” 

“M’fine,” Jake protested.

“Pops,” I spoke over the group as they debated what time we would start dinner. He smiled at me from the bed, “Tell your son to listen to me.” 

“Listen to Daisy, Jacob,” Pop responded without hesitation and he groaned like a little kid.

“You don’t even know what she’s telling me to do, Pops.” His sisters laughed and mama threw them a pointed look.

“Happy wife, happy life, it’s easier when you get a head start.” Jake groaned again as the rest of us laughed. “You taking him home, Daisy?” 

“Someone needs a nap, Helen, you mind if I take your car?” 

X

I must have fallen asleep in the car because the next thing I knew, Daisy was kissing my temple and urging me inside the house. It felt a little silly that she was leading me through the halls I had grown up in to my childhood bedroom but it also felt so, incredibly right to have Daisy there, holding my hand.

“We’ve got a lot of stuff to talk about but we can do it after you take a nap,” Daisy sat me down on the bed, kneeling to unlace my boots. My brain was foggy from exhaustion, processing her actions on a time delay.

“I love you,” Daisy smiled up at me as she pulled off my other boot, socks quickly following.

“I love you too, baby, let’s get your pants off and then you can nap.” When she reached for my belt I grabbed her wrists, pulling them to either side of me, bringing her onto my lap. “Jake, you need to rest.”

“M’resting,” I kissed her neck, needing her more than I needed sleep. “Missed you so fucking bad.” Daisy hummed, tilting her head back, giving me more access, “Every single second I was gone.” 

“I’m so glad your back,” Daisy kissed me softly before pulling away, standing up. “Now take off your pants, you’re taking a nap.” 

“We’re taking a nap,” I negotiated, shuffling out of my pants. Daisy rolled her eyes but took off her pants and got into bed beside me. The second my head hit the pillow, I felt the lack of sleep from the last few days hit like a freight train. Daisy buried her face in my check, kissing me over the heart.

“Did you fly here?” She asked, sliding her hands under my shirt.

“Tried to, they canceled my flight,” I kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. “Then there was this polka band who let me drive with them for a bit and I managed to catch another flight.” 

“All to come to Texas?” 

“All to come home,” I kissed her head again, “To get to you.” Because she was my home. The whole time on the mission and traveling, I hadn’t thought about Texas or my apartment in California, all I had thought about was Daisy. All I had thought about was this moment, having her in my arms again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: an earlier update because i got some good news so you guys get good news as well xx

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i'd like to hang out with you for my whole life

Y/N was sure she was gonna lose her driving license the moment the police ran the plates based on how many accidents she'd almost gotten into and how many speeding limits she'd crossed, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter that she was gonna lose her license because she was also gonna lose her freedom as Y/N was very close to murdering the receptionist of the paediatrics department if she told her once more she couldn't tell her anything. She sighed angrily once more before continuing on to try and argue her soul about why she should know more about Sadie. What were all the years of debate club presidency if she couldn't argue with a receptionist?

      - What's going on? - Bucky came from the entry, joining Y/N and looking equally frazzled.

      - They won't tell us anything about Sadie. - Y/N pointed at the nurse in a way that reminded her of the way her mother used to argue with the baker whenever he tried to swindle her with stale bread.

      - What do you mean? - now he turned to the nurse and God bless her, because upsetting Bucky was not something someone should ever want. - She's our kid, since when do your staff keep us in the goddamn dark?

      - The doctor is still running some tests and when we have any news we'll let you know. As I've told your wife, please take a seat and we will let you know.

Bucky punched the desk a bit before grabbing Y/N and leading her towards the waiting area. Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze burning the receptionist as she wondered if when she was distracted she could steal and break her mug. Sadie is two, how come they're doing anything to her without talking to Bucky, the father, the parent. Bucky, himself, was shaking which stole her attention from the hellish receptionist.

      - Hey, what's going on? - she put her hand on his arm, hoping it would calm him down.

      - I don't like hospitals. - he looked up at the ceiling. - Reminds me of when they I lost my arm. I don't like it.

      - Uhm ... - she tried to distract him, looking around before she noticed Sadie's toy box. He'd brought the toy box. - Buck, is that Sadie's toy box?

      - Yes.

      - I said bring her cuddly toy not every single one she ever had. - how had he even managed to carry that so effortlessly? She'd once got her shirt stuck under it and it took her a while to get it off. It was a handmade wooden box Bucky had made for her with little flowers and her name carved in.

      - Well, Sadie sleeps with Bingo which is her favourite but what if she has a new favourite or her favourite needs a friend?

      - Point taken. - she shrugged. - You know, what's the point of me even studying and paying Columbia if they won't tell Columbia students anything?

      - I'm gonna make a call. Look after the toy box.

Y/N didn't like hospitals too much either, specially paediatrician aisles. It saddened herself and sometimes it gave her baby fever which was never good. Bucky yapped in the phone for a few seconds and as he was about to sit down, a doctor came through the doors and walked in their direction.

      - Sergeant Barnes. - he extended his hand to shake Bucky's. - I am so sorry, I didn't know you were here.

      - How's Sadie? We tried speaking to your receptionist but she wouldn't tell us anything.

      - I will absolutely check on your girl and I'll let you know. Give me five minutes.

The doctor left and Bucky sat down looking visibly upset once more. Y/N didn't know what to do or how to comfort him but she could distract him.

      - You could rule the world with your little phone there.

      - I know some people.

      - Honestly, can you call someone and make me pass my PhD?

      - Maybe I can sleep with Professor Anderson. - he said getting a chuckle out of Y/N for the first time since they fought. - She has a cute ass, I could do it.

      - She has a husband.

      - Married ladies, my favourite. - he joked before settling down, looking at the wall in front of him. - That's Doctor Tinsdale, he's on the board and he's ... Anna's dad.

      - Anna, your Anna?

      - Yeah. He doesn't know Anna's the mother. Not that it would matter anyway. - he shrugged. - Anna used to say she had a brother in New Haven she barely saw. Anyway, he can get information.

Y/N didn't say anything, instead leaning her head against his shoulder, her hand holding his until the doctor came back holding a medical board. Y/N got up, pulling Bucky up with her as he walked towards them.

      - So, the school guessed appendicitis and they were right. Because Sadie is so young and the risk of perforation is so high, we're wheeling her in for an appendectomy. You should be able to see her in an hour.

      - Can we see her before she goes into surgery?

      - She's already in surgery, Sergeant Barnes. Why don't you and your wife go and get some food and some coffee? I promise you, I'll tell you the second she's out of the block. She's with our best surgeons, she will be taken care of until you can see her.

Y/N nodded still holding Bucky's hand. At least the school had taken action and Sadie was going to be fine and see the two of them when she woke up. Until then, Y/N and Bucky were stuck with lovingly awful hospital cafeteria food. It was some kind of stew served with a bowl of carrot and squash soup. The two sat down in a table looking at the food with disgust.

      - Do you want some salt?

      - Hm? - Bucky looked up at Y/N.

      - Salt. I have salt.

      - How do you have salt?

      - I carry salt in my purse. They're always out at Columbia so I usually have some and you know how unflavoured and unsalted hospital food is. - she shrugged rummaging through her purse. - What are you thinking about?

      - Hm?

      - Earth to James Barnes. - she waved her hand in front of his face. - Hey what's on your mind?

      - Nothing's on my mind. - he went back to his soup, tasting it before grunting and putting the spoon back. He'd rather go hungry for the remaining of his time here.

      - C'mon, the TV has no sound and we have crappy food. We need entertainment so tell me what are you thinking about?

      - I'm thinking about Anna. - he finally said, looking at her as if he expected her to say the exact same things Steve said. He just stayed there, waiting to hear an earful, but she instead placed her hand over his. He looked at her for a few seconds before pulling his hand away, clearing his throat and getting up from his chair. - I'm gonna get some cake. You want some?

      - Huh ... sure. - she smiled, stretching the corner of her lips in a comprehensive smile. - Hey ... can I use your phone? Mine is out of charge and I need to make a call.

      - Sure. - he fished the phone from his trousers' pocket and handed it to her before going to grab themselves some cake or something with a bit of flavour.

(...)

A few hours passed down and Y/N had fallen asleep horizontally in the line of seats next to Bucky. He'd placed his jacket over her, himself also slightly between the states of awake and asleep. All Bucky could do was stare at the lights on the ceiling, the blinding yellow light reminding him of things he didn't wish to be reminded off.

      - Don't think about that. - a voice surprised him as he turned to the side, seeing who he least expected. - It's was in Switzerland for starters, not here.

      - Anna. - he got up staring at the woman in front of him. - What are you doing here?

      - Seems like you need some company. Shall we get some coffee?

Bucky looked at Y/N and Anna read his mind.

      - Let her sleep. It'll be quick.

He took a last look at Y/N before following Anna back to the cafeteria. He followed her with a mix of both confusion and distrust. He didn't know why she was here, maybe Steve told her since they're apparently such great friends. Judas. She sat down on a small table, it was blatant she was still wearing her work clothes - those matching suits which now only annoyed him.

      - Were you gonna tell me Sadie was in the hospital?

      - I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to call the woman who is not her parent.

      - What if she needed something from me?

      - I have my ways. What are you doing here, Anna? Steve call you since you two are so close?

      - Nice to know you're still hateful. Is that what you're gonna teach Sadie?

      - Absolutely and then we'll have daddy-daughter hate sessions. - he said sarcastically. How dare she act all upset when she hadn't been here before.

      - I'm actually here for you, Jimmy.

Jimmy. Bucky hated being called Jimmy and out of everyone, it was only Anna who did it. He used to put up with him because he used to believe she was a good person. Not anymore. He didn't even understand why she was here. To make his life a living hell probably.

      - You look like shit. - she said putting a bag on the table. - When was the last time you actually ate?

      - Gee, Anna, I don't know. I've been too busy worrying about my daughter's well being to eat.

      - I thought maybe it was because you were distracted with the girl on your lap just a few minutes ago. Steve said she was a postdoc, how did you trick someone smart into sleeping with you?

      - She's not sleeping with me.

      - Why not? She's cute. You have my blessing.

      - I don't need your blessing, Anna.

      - Hey, I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry I am not the mother you want me to be, I'm sorry I left Sadie by your door, I'm sorry. - she got up from her seat. - Just because I'm not cut out to be a mother, doesn't mean I don't care about you. C'mon, we've known each other since we were 7.

      - My daughter comes first, Anna, and you hurt her. When you hurt my kid, you hurt me.

      - Tell my dad I said hi. - she grabbed her jacket. - Eat something and brush your hair or the staff will think you kidnapped that girl.

      - Don't forget your bag.

      - It's for you. Looks like you need it. - she waved him goodbye, leaving him to stare at a white label-less bag and a terrible cup of coffee.

The day couldn't get any worse. He had his shitty cup of coffee and grabbed the bag which had a bottle of whiskey. Well, at least Anna knew that she needed to give him alcohol whenever she came. As he started to make his way down the stairs to join a sleeping Y/N, his phone started ringing like crazy.

      - Bucky, Sadie is out of surgery. Where are you? - Y/N's voice came through before he even had the time to say Hello.

      - Y/N? How are you calling me? I thought your phone was out of ch ...

      - Seriously? That's what you're gonna ask? If your daughter wakes up and you're not there so help me god Bucky Barnes you'll be lucky you're in a hospital because I'll kill you with my own hands.

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Uncles

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Synopsys: Steve and Jonathan are going out on a date, and they enlisted Will and Mike to babysit their baby daughter.

A/N: A little Byler fic for my Byler mutuals 🥰. Also, I'm finally on vacation from work 🥳 which means a 1000% increase of Stonathan content! You guys have no idea how much research I do about babies whenever I write a "Married!Stonathan with a daughter" fic. I'm an expert at this point.

"Okay, so, she needs to be in bed at 7:15 pm, sharp, clear? Not 7:16 pm. Not 7:14 pm. 7:15 pm. I don't want my baby's sleep schedule to get all messed up because of you two dipshits. There are some diapers in her bag and her bottle, too. Oh, and her plush bunny, she likes her bunny."

"Steve..."

"And don't exaggerate on her dinner, alright? It's 2 ounces of cooked ground meat, 1/2 a cup of vegetables - she likes broccoli, by the way - 1/2 a cup of mashed potatoes, and some milk."

"Steve..."

"If anything happens, you call us, alright? Or Joyce."

"Steve..."

"And I swear, if anything happens to my baby, your asses are grass, you dipshits—"

"Steve!" Will repeats Steve's name for the thousandth time this evening, trying to get his brother-in-law just to shut up and calm down before Steve has a stroke right in front of him. "Don't worry, okay? We'll take good care of her. You and Jonathan go have some fun."

Steve narrows his eyes, not buying Will's reassurance. He feels like he needs to threaten them just a little more so they can fully understand the responsibility they are about to bear. But before he can utter another word, his husband wraps an arm around his waist and brings him closer.

"Let it go, Steve. They can handle it. And quit being a worrywart. I don't want you to get an aneurysm before we leave the house." Jonathan smirks teasingly at Steve, gently pinching Steve's side.

Steve scoffs under his breath but knows better than to argue against Jonathan. Rule number one of marriage with a Byers: you don't argue with your Byers husband. He's always right.

"Fine, I'll shut up... But if any—"

"Steve," Honestly, if Will had a nickel for every time he said Steve's name in the past hour. "Don't worry. We can handle her, right, Mike—"

"OW!" Mike yelps as the baby in his arms pulls hard at his hair. He tries, in vain, to get the baby to let go of his hair, but it's in vain. Elizabeth seems to have a profound liking for his locks. "O-ow! Quit it, kid. Let go!"

Will chuckles at seeing his boyfriend getting bullied by his 1-year-old niece. Jonathan fights to contain a small smile, but the corner of his lips twitches upwards while Steve smirks and steps forward. He leans down to Elizabeth's eye level and gently pats her head.

"Yeah, we know, princess, the Wheelers kinda suck—"

"Hey—!"

"—But be good to your Uncle Will and Uncle Mike while we're away, okay?"

Steve kisses his daughter's forehead, and Jonathan follows suit, adding a gentle pinch on her chubby cheek.

"Have fun with your Uncles, baby. Don't give them a hard time."

Elizabeth giggles at receiving attention and affection from her dads, momentarily forgetting how fun it was to pull at Mike's hair. She watches as Steve and Jonathan leave through the front door before turning back to look at Mike.

"Nu-uh. Don't you dare, Lilibet..."

"Hey!" Will sends his boyfriend a fake glare of irritation while resting his hands on his hips. "That's my nickname for her, Mike."

Mike rolls his eyes while jerking his head back a little to keep his hair away from Elizabeth's grabby hands. He offers her his finger instead, which the baby happily accepts and begins playing with. "Right, sorry, I forgot no one's allowed to call her that but you." He glances down at the baby in his arms, who's thoroughly distracted by his finger, before turning back to Will. "So... What do we do know? I have, like, zero experience with babies."

"Seriously?" Will asks with a raised eyebrow while tilting his head slightly to the right. "You have zero experience with babies? You, the guy who has a baby sister?"

"Hey, my experience with Holly resumes with playing peek-a-boo and tea parties."

Will rolls his eyes and chuckles, imagining little Mike with a pink bow in his hair playing with Holly, raising his pinky while pretending to drink tea. He walks to the couch, Mike in tow, and sits down. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, flipping through the channels until finding something family-friendly to watch while babysitting Elizabeth.

"Well, we just need to keep an eye on Lilibet, feed her, and put her to sleep."

Mike hums in response as he sets Elizabeth down in his lap and bounces his leg to entertain the baby, whose attention lies on the colorful cartoon on the TV. Mike glances at Will, who's also paying attention to the TV, and speaks softly, not wanting to bother either Will or Elizabeth.

"Hey, Will? Do you remember our first date?"

Will averts his gaze from the TV and sets his eyes on Mike, briefly affectionately rolling them while smiling at the memory.

"If you call lying down on Hopper's air mattress and watching movies together all night in my living room, yes, I do. Why?"

"Nothing, I just... Remembered it."

Will hums in response, not buying Mike's excuse. He happens to know his boyfriend all too well and knows exactly what Mike's thinking.

"You know... Steve still has that air mattress he bought when he took Dustin camping."

Mike and Will share a knowing look, mentally communicating their plan and nodding in sync.

"I can't believe you made me split the bill with you, Steven," Jonathan comments as he steps out of the car, closing the door behind him and shoving his hands inside his jacket pockets.

"That's how married life is, Jon. There's no 'I pay the bill' no more."

Jonathan huffs indignantly and shakes his head while waiting for Steve to lock the car so they can walk together to the front door.

"Yeah, but I paid the bill last time. You should have paid it this time—" Jonathan cuts himself off as realization dawns on him, and he narrows his eyes at Steve. Damn bastard, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? So we can go out again."

"Guilty as charged, babe," Steve winks at his husband and gives Jonathan's butt a gentle slap, "I owe you dinner. Next week, Friday, at Enzo's. Don't be late, handsome."

Jonathan shakes his head. He should have known better than to doubt Steve's geniuses.

"Fine. Next Friday, at Enzo's. Don't forget your wallet, handomse." He kisses Steve before fishing the house keys from his pocket and unlocking the front door. "I hope Lizzie didn't give them a hard time."

He turns the keys on the lock and slowly opens the door, not wanting to risk startling anyone inside. The lights are off, save for the TV, with a kid's cartoon playing in a low volume. Steve and Jonathan's eyes immediately go towards the floor, where Mike, Will, and Elizabeth are sleeping on a blue air mattress. Will is sleeping on the right side, Mike on the left, facing each other, and Elizabeth in the middle, with Will's arm around her as the baby hugs one of Mike's hands. The trio is tucked under a yellow blanket, keeping them warm from the cold night of Hawkins.

Jonathan's heart instantly melts at the sight before him. His mind instantly revisited his memories of when Will and Mike were just little kids having countless sleepovers - some of which Jonathan participated in when he was 11 years old or so.

"Aw, they look so cute. I need to go grab my camera!"

Steve, meanwhile, keeps his eyes locked on the sleeping trio, his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.

"Damn... I've been looking for this mattress for ages."

"Really? You're thinking about the mattress, Steve?" Jonathan raises an eyebrow at Steve's words before aiming his camera at the trio and snapping a couple of photos (a hundred or so, just a few).

"Hey, it's an expensive mattress, Jon. And how many photos are you planning on taking?"

"Just a few," Jonathan comments as he presses the button repeatedly.

Steve rolls his eyes fondly, knowing there's no natural or supernatural force in this realm or the next that will stop his husband from taking countless photos of their daughter. No doubt they'll need to buy a third photo album for Elizabeth before she turns two.

[annachum]

Some incorrect quotes of Stolas and his sibs ( HB )

Teen Seir : * on a couch with teen Stolas * What are we having?

Teen Stolas : * in his goth emo phase * Wasting our lives

Teen Seir :.....I meant for lunch

Teen Stolas : Oh.

Vassago : ( in a FaceTime post Mastermind ) YOUR EX WIFE IS A TOTAL PUTA IDIOTA!

Stolas : WELL THANK YOU FOR VALIDATING WHAT IVE BEEN FEELING FOR 17 YEARS!!

Stolas and his sibs : * arguing *

Blitzo : Guys can we take a chill pill?

Stolas and his sibs : * just look at him and continue arguing *

Blitzo : * whips up phone * Do you want me to call your mom or dad?

Stolas and his sibs : NO PLEASE DONT SNITCH ON US -

Stolas and his sibs : * all getting emotional over Hell-o-vela

Blitzo : You all love this show, huh?

Ipos : Sir Blitz, it is a one show that helps keep us sane for all these years!

Blitzo : Woah, okay.....?

Orobas : ( introducing themselves to Blitz via FaceTime ) I'm Orobas!

Gaap : * rolls eyes, deadpan * And I'm Gaap

Orobas : I control the nebulae!

Gaap : * deadpan * And I'm more on humidity

Orobas : Let's dance! 5, 6,7, 8! TURN! * pauses, to his younger twin bro * Wait, why aren't you turning?

Gaap : We didn't even AGREE on this

Orobas : I think this is cool!

Gaap : I don't think so, dear brother

Blitzo : * confused af while sitting there *

Vassago : * post retrial facetime * I'd say we all go Universal Studios park as a family! With our partners!

Stolas : Oh, that would be a most splendid idea! It's been so long since we went out to explore the human world of some sort as a ' cultural outing ' together!

Gemory : What about our children?

Ashtoreth : Last I checked they are gonna get themselves booked to a new group art therapy session at the Hazbin Hotel. So we can go on that day. They'll be fine.

Vassago : Ay, si! Let's also bring father and mama ( ie his step mom Amethyst but still ) along to this wonderful trip!

Dead silence

Ipos : Do you think father would actually....like this trip!

Gaap : I mean, he took us to those museums and opera houses when were kids, so....

Seir : Yeah, I guess it's high time we take them out to a new place

Vassago : Bueno! Gemi, you know what to do.

Gemory : GOT it. * proceeds to later on persuade her parents with puppy dog eyes to go to the trip with them *

Paimon : * when Stolas was a toddler and they are in human forms * Children, this is the Ancient Greek art gallery in the British Museum -

His kids : * laughing at naked statues *

Amethyst : Don't laugh - these are centuries old masterpieces!

Toddler Stolas : Hahahaha they naked!

Paimon : * glowing red eyes * You all heard your mother.

The children : * instantly stop laughing *

Paimon : * continues on with the guided tour of the new exhibits of British Museum *

Paimon : I made respectable Princes and Princesses

Blitzo : You also fucked them up, that's what you did! Look at them! They all got different shades of anxiety!

Paimon : What is up, home dudes? Let's Raise the roof!

Stolas and his sibs : ?!?!??!?!

Paimon : Come on, let's get jiggy with it!

Stolas : What did Via teach you this time?

Paimon : Well, son, your mother and I have learned some new slang words, so we figured it as a way to better connect with you lot!

Gemory : NO. Father. Stop. We appreciate the effort but you don't have to do all that.

Vassago : Where did you learn these anyway?

Paimon : The one soap opera called The Fresh Prince of Bel Air

Ipos : That's literally from the 90s

Paimon : * chuckles * I know, but it's more modern than the things my Thystie and I watched!

Stolas and his sibs :.....

Vassago meeting Amethyst for the first time in person

Kid Vassago : Are you my new mommy?

Amethyst : * smiles * No, dear. But I'm going to be one day

Kid Vassago : Oh! * pauses * How old are you?

Amethyst : 18

Kid Vassago : Wow! Muy joven! That means, very young in Spanish.

Amethyst : * smiles * I understand some Spanish.

Kid Vassago : Bravo! Also can you please take good care of my papa! He was down in the dumps with his previous divorce before he's with you.

Amethyst : * cups Vassago on the cheek with one hand tenderly * Don't worry, dear. I will.

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how the six family roles in an addictive household are shown in shameless, season 1

so i said i’d make this post a while ago and guess what? i lied. oops. anyways i finally did it so here you guys go!

also, i’m only doing season 1 here because season 1 is the season where the roles are the most clear. after that, some siblings share roles or change roles. in many, many ways, season 1 is much simpler, as we all know.

i most of my information from this article, and i copy and pasted some of it.

 the addict, is frank. you could also say that it’s monica, however she left the family/household years prior to the start of the show. as the consequences of addiction begin to form, the addicted family member will often portray negative behaviors to others in the family including lying, manipulating, and pointing fingers of blame; frank does all of this in season 1 constantly. he lies about where aunt ginger is, manipulates his family by assuring them that he is sober, and he puts the blame on other members of his family, such as ian or monica. half of the family views him as a nuisance, and the other half views him as beloved.

the enabler, is debbie. enabler’s don’t set boundaries and excuse a lot of the addict’s behavior. for debbie, it’s not that she doesn’t understand frank’s addiction or how shitty frank is, she does (1x08), but she chooses to pretend like things are alright. she loves her dad a lot, and she wants to pretend like everything is okay. she wants to pretend like things won’t go back to the way they are, even though she knows they will. we see her caring for her dad, waking up in the middle of the night to check on him and bring him a pillow, asking him if he’s okay, she cares. nobody else really cares that much. we see her become more of an enabler in season 2/3 especially, but again, only season 1 here.

the scapegoat, is lip. many people would like to argue that it’s carl (or debbie or ian) and maybe later on, but not here. the scapegoat of the family often gets blamed for the family’s issues, usually the scapegoat is the second oldest (!!) or middle child. in many cases, this person feels their purpose is to provide their family members with an outlet for blame. so, they can take on a parent’s and other sibling��s blame in order to protect them from feeling these emotions themselves. commonly, the scapegoat of the family will eventually be unable to manage their anger and act out in avoidance behaviors, often leaving town and not returning. so, yeah, this can be season 3/4 ian, or season 6 debbie or carl, but overall, this is lip in season 1. however, lip doesn’t often take the blame. fiona does. he and fiona share the hero and scapegoat role, and eventually share the addict role, but overall the scapegoat is lip. he acts out, purposefully gets into trouble, and is blamed. does he accept the blame? no, but he gets it. and he goes off to do his own shit often, when shit hits the fan he either fixes the problem or just leaves. lip can’t manage his anger. ever. it’s something he never learns how to do from season’s 1 through 11. he uses avoidance behaviors (such as drinking himself sick) and anger to cope with his family’s hardships.

the hero, is fiona. fiona is basically the definition of the hero, which is: the hero of the family is the one who is most controlling and often a perfectionist. by keeping up with personal goals, they feel they can provide their family with the illusion that everything will be okay. normally, the hero of the family is the first child, as they are the most likely to have a type a personality and feel as though they are a leader to their siblings. because of the position they put themselves in as a leader, they may experience extreme amounts of stress. and, become unable to manage their anxiety. that all screams fiona gallagher. she works multiple jobs, attempts to control everyone and everything in her life, and provides for her five siblings. she’s the firstborn child, and the youngest child literally refers to her as his mother on multiple occasions. she dropped out of high school for her siblings, and basically risked everything for them. they are her life.

the mascot, is carl. season 1 carl is sort of hard to characterize because he’s almost never a very serious character, hell, throughout the entire show he cries like three times. but that unseriousness kind of makes him fit into the role of the mascot. the mascot of a family is the person who may utilize humor to try to resolve tension during family arguments or drama. this may be due to the fact that they require approval from those who surround them due to their fragility. most commonly, the mascot of the family is the youngest sibling. basically, they use humor as a defence mechanism in order to not have to experience the negative emotions which may be brought about by addiction in the family. carl wasn’t the youngest sibling, but he was for about seven years, so it kind of counts. at least at this point it does. carl isn’t as aware as debbie is when it comes to the issues in the family, (1x08), and in the first (or second technically) scene, debbie tells carl he’s almost nine and needs to begin pulling his weight. he doesn’t take on the same understanding or responsibility as the rest of the siblings do, but there is a possibility that he understands and masks it by acting clueless. or, he simply is clueless. who knows. either way, if anyone’s going to be the mascot, it has to be carl.

the lost child, is ian. the lost child is a sibling who may not be as involved in family relationships as the others. this is due to the fact that they may not have shared as much family attention as the other siblings. typically, they’re the youngest or middle child. and, characteristically showcase behaviors like isolation and the inability to maintain lasting relationships as a result of addiction in the family. so, ian obviously does end up maintaining a lasting relationship, blah blah blah, but he literally doesn’t until like the last season so THAT DOESN’T MATTER. anyways. for like the entirety of ian’s adolescent years on the show (seasons 1-4), he is forgotten. he’s the stereotypical middle child, the least favorite, and forgotten. fiona never has to worry about him, monica is nowhere to be seen (but i made a post here that talks about their relationship that you should totally read), and frank hits him and simply doesn’t really give two fucks about him. ian isolates himself from the rest of his family, and rarely is actually at the house. he’s often with kash (a man in his fourties), or mickey or just doing his own thing. he becomes even more of the lost child later on (and eventually morphs into the scapegoat) but that’s irrelevant. ian’s hiding a big secret, ian is rarely home, the most attention ian probably ever gets out of frank is just getting hit or insulted. ian’s forgotten.

liam isn’t on here because he was so little in season 1. but much later on, he takes on the role of the lost child. if you want to know more about this/how the gallagher’s were based on actual people rather than just roles, read this article. i highly recommend it.