#i was so mad the other day when my dad told me he buy her gifts for Christmas too cause she did so much for grandpa when he died

[yoohyeon]

I’M NOT SEEING MY AUNT ON CHRISTMAS !!! 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

[miley1442111]

the problem with arguing

a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner

summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?

warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.

1.6k + words.

“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it. 

I knock again as I huff. 

“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye. 

“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh. 

“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?” 

A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile. 

“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?��� 

My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.” 

The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness. 

“You two know what time it is?” He yawns. 

“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?” 

“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure. 

He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”

We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.

And that’s when it all goes black. 

I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me. 

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number. 

I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron. 

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.

Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails. 

“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out. 

“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise. 

“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks. 

I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out. 

I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt. 

“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed. 

“Jack,” I sigh in relief. 

“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive. 

Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”

I smile at both of them. 

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor. 

“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke. 

“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. 

Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy. 

The next day, the team come in to visit. 

“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me. 

“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”

“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says. 

“We got the guy-” Emily starts.

“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”

“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”

I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray. 

“Hungry?” He smiles. 

“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”

“No.” 

My face drops. “Oh.” 

“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I did.” 

I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”

“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”

“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.” 

His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy. 

“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds. 

“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food. 

“I love you too.”

[spencereid-reads]

the whole world | s. reid

wc: 3.4k words // warnings: english isn't my first language! soooo much fluuuuuffinessss, swear words maybe? NOT proofread as you can see., a kid, spencer being cute, aaah idk what else, i think this sucks but it's mother's day today where i live and for some reason i couldn't stop thinking about dad!spence so this was born. (ha, that was unintentional)

dad!spence x mom!fem!reader

you’re not really sure what wakes you up.

if it’s the change of temperature in the bed, a sign that spencer had recently gotten up and started his day. or if it’s the small, soft footsteps running around the house.

you know it’s taking everything in your little hazel not to spoil the mother’s day surprise she’s been working on at school. one of the many features she and her father share is their fascination to talk and talk about anything and everything, and more often than not, you are the person they tell everything to. so your daughter had been in a bit of a predicament since you first picked her up from school on a monday afternoon.

“had fun today, haze?” you asked, buckling her into her seat in the back of your car.

“yeah,” she nodded, kicking her legs in the air.

“what did you do?” it was the same routine every day, and she was ready to begin telling you all about the new special project they started working on when suddenly she heard her teacher’s voice in her head.

‘it’s a surprise for mommy! you all have to try and keep it a secret!’

“can’t say.”

“what?” you asked, leaning back a little, letting her bag drop below her feet.

“miss tate said we can only tell daddy! mommy can’t know until it's mommy day.” she explained.

“ohhh, you’re working on something for mother’s day, lovey?” you smiled as you caressed her cheek, cupping her face with your hand, she leaned into it instinctively.

“...maybe.” she grinned at you.

“okay, honey. you know you can tell me if you want to talk about it, okay? i know you must be so excited, and i promise you i’m not going to be mad, i’m going to love it no matter what it is, got it?” you pressed a few kisses all over her face, your heart melting at the sound of her giggles. “or you can tell daddy when he comes home, he’s good at keeping secrets, you know?”

“yeah! i tell daddy”

and every day leading up to mother’s day, she tried to skip the subject about what she did at school, and as much as you loved that panicked expression on her face, the way her hazel eyes widened and cheeks blushed you decided not to torture her anymore.

she’s so easy to read. just like her father.

her perfect, loving father. who told you to take a day all to yourself that friday leading up to mother’s day, it was also the day when the kids were sent home with the project, so it would also give spence and hazel the chance to hide it and perfect it.

while you enjoyed a day at a spa, filled with massages and pampering, your little loves were at the mall looking for a gift.

“what would you like to give her, haze?” spence asked, looking at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “what do you think mommy would like?”

“well, green is her favorite color. so, green?”

“something green, that sounds nice,” he nodded, his chest nearly trembling as he stole glances at his daughter. five years in and he still found it hard to believe he had a daughter. a child. a perfect, beautiful, smart and kind daughter. who looked so much like him and so much like you at the same time. “i heard her tell auntie em she needed a new handbag.” he suggested,

“we can buy her a green handbag!”

“i think that’s an excellent idea, hazey.” spencer smiled, holding the steering wheel with one hand, the other stretched out towards his child. “high-five,” he said, and felt her tiny hand smack against his, “good girl,” he smiled proudly.

since hazel was still in your womb, you knew she’d be a tall girl. i mean, look at her dad! but at five years old, whilst hazel is tall compared to children her age, she looks tiny when standing next to spencer. her head reached just below his waist, and her arm hurt whenever she walking alongside him because spencer pulled her little hand up to meet his, but she had to stretch so far up and it was just the sweetest sight in the world.

it’s late when you got home that night, thirty minutes past hazel’s bedtime, yet the moment you stepped in you heard the sounds of her favorite cartoon coming from the tv.

blossom instructs her two sisters in a plan to defeat that day’s monster, and you expected to find your own little powerpuff girl running around the living room, but other than the tv, the rest of the house was silent. you kicked off your shoes, walking to the coffee table to turn the tv off when you saw them.

spencer with his back on the couch, somehow his legs bent but still managed to stay upright, and your daughter resting against his chest, his arms around her, keeping her close and safe.

and you took a second or two to soak in the view. spencer’s head was to the side, and hazel was pressed so far into his neck that it’s hard to point out where his curls end and hers begin.

you walked to them, your hand reaching to play with hazel’s hair as you leaned to press a kiss to spencer’s forehead. it’s scary how quickly they capture your undivided attention, just the sight of either of them was enough to make you drop whatever it was you were doing.

“hey,” spencer’s voice was groggy, sleep evident in it and in the way he struggled to peel his eyes open, like his eyelids were begging to stay shut.

“it’s okay, go back to sleep. i’ll take her,” you said, but felt a light tug on your wrist.

“c’mere,” he mumbled, scooting to the back of the couch and making space for you. you gave in, squeezing your way in and adjusting hazel on top of you so you don’t choke with her hair against your mouth. “had fun?” you felt spencer’s hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin, sneaking under your shirt.

“yeah. thank you, needed it,” you don’t know if it’s the busy day you had, or just the sight of your two loves sleeping that made you feel tired, too. you covered a yawn with the back of your hand. “you?”

“mhm,” he hummed in agreement, “hazey couldn’t decide on one thing. said you’d loved so many things. got you everything.”

“spence-” you scolded lightly.

“i know. but you should’ve seen her. too cute. too much like you.”

“like you, you mean.”

“hmm,” he opened one eye, pulling you closer, being careful with your girl on top of you. “like us. she’s got the best of us.”

and she does.

she’s funny and smart like spencer, kind and caring like you.

you don’t know where the sassiness came from, though.

(kidding, it’s all spencer, he wouldn't admit it)

“daddy, can i put a candle?” hazel asks, she’s done with placing the grapes into a bowl and looking for something else to add to your ‘mother’s day pavaganza’, a phrase she’d picked up from hearing auntie penny ask about your spa day, and had repeated to her spencer, who didn't have the heart to correct her when she sounded so adorable.

“i just know those little geniuses have a big mother’s day extravaganza planned for you,” she’d said, just as hazel entered the kitchen.

“on the pancakes?” spencer asks, she nods. “sure,”

the drawer slams a little louder than she’d intended, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as her eyes widen in shock.

“sorry, daddy!” she runs to him, one hand on the stool she’s currently trying to climb, the other fisting spencer’s pajama pants. “here,” she hands him the pink birthday candle you’d used for her birthday cake.

“thank you, hazey,”

you chuckle as you listen to them, you can’t hear all of it, but you can tell she’s getting louder the more excited she gets. it’s only a matter of minutes before the chaos that had been in the kitchen joins you in your bedroom. you pretend to sleep, curling into spencer’s side of the bed, and closing your eyes.

“she’s asleep! daddy, can i wake her?” you hear her laughing when you fake snore.

“go ahead, haze, gentle,” he reminded her, even though he knew you were awake.

“mommy,” you hear her running to the other side of the bed, “mama,” she climbs in next to you, lying next to you, you feel her breath on your face. then she presses wet, sloppy kisses on your cheek, and you swoon.

“hmm, who's giving me such sweet kisses?” you ask, being met with a grinning hazel as you open your eyes.

“it's mommy day!” she exclaims, arms looping around your neck with a strength you hadn't expected, “love you mommy,”

“i love you too, my angel, so, so, so much,” you wrap your arms around your little girl and hug her tight, setting your back against the mattress. you kiss all over her face and head, her little hands sticky and stained in maple syrup and jam.

“made you mommy day food,” she laughed as you tickled her sides. “daddy!”

spencer has taken residence by the end of the bed, the tray filled with breakfast set carefully on his lap.

“happy mother's day, honey,” he whispered against your lips, once the tray has been set in front of hazel, who can't help but pick a few slices of fruit to help herself.

“thank you, love you,” you kissed him once more, running a hand through his hair as you turn to look at your girl. “is it yummy?” you ask her as she pops a grape in her mouth, she nods, “i bet it's cause you and your daddy made it.”

it's a few hours later, after you're all showered and dressed, that you go downstairs and find the living room all decorated, with balloons and strings and three pieces of paper stuck to the wall that read ‘happy’, ‘mommy’, ‘day’ in spencer’s handwriting, but drawings made by hazel surrounding the words.

“mommy close your eyes,” you're sitting on the couch, all the gifts that hazel couldn't choose from are now open and on the coffee table. turns out the other gifts had just been little trinkets, a headband, a small bracelet, a keychain. “it's time for the surprise!”

“what surprise? i didn't know there would be a surprise!” your heart melted at her laughter.

“daddy cover her eyes,” she orders, and spencer makes his way around the sofa, standing behind you, he leans down, tilting your head back and pressing his lips on your temple.

“i’ve got it, hazey,” he nearly purrs against your skin, and as spencer continues his soft attack on your face, you hear hazel running through the house, “we hid it in my office,” he pulls back a little, staring at you with so much love.

“thank you for today,” you whisper, your cheeks were now hurting from the permanent smile that had been on your face the entire day.

“it's nothing, you deserve the world, honey.” and he means it. when he was young he'd pushed the idea of love to the side, with his job and his lack of social skills it was hard to picture a future with a family, but here he was. thanks to you. “i love you so much, you've got no idea,” he leaned down again, this time kissing your lips, accomplishing two things at once.

kissing you, and getting you to close your eyes.

“ready mommy?” you'd been so wrapped up in your husband that you missed your daughter walking back to you.

you looked down to see a scrapbook (just a few colored paper sheets binded by ribbon), a picture of you and hazel on the cover, in the middle.

“angel, this is beautiful,” you coo through teary eyes, embracing her fully before you even looked at the rest of the book.

the three of you settled on the sofa, with hazel between you two as she explained why she picked the pictures, something she'd done with spencer’s help. the pages were decorated with crayon drawings, glitter hearts, and stickers.

the last picture brought even more tears to your eyes, you were sitting in a hospital bed, with spencer by your side, his hand wrapped around your back, the both of you staring down at the new little baby that had just been born.

hazel’s first ever picture.

“look at this, hazey, you were so tiny,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, “and look at you now, you're so big, my sweet girl.”

“daddy said this is the day you became a mommy,"

“technically i was a mommy when you were in my belly,” you patted your stomach, “but my entire life was changed the minute you were born, i loved you before i even knew you, and i didn't know i could feel that much love for someone so little. hazey-” you said, shuffling her around so she was sitting on your lap, spencer pressed your back against his chest. you looked back at him, kissing his cheek.

“your daddy and i love you so much. it's an honor being your parents. every day i thank the stars that you're our little baby, that we get to raise you and see you grow. thank you for making me your mommy,”

“love you, mommy,” she nestled against your neck, “love you, daddy,” she reached up, puckered lips against spencer's other cheek.

“love you, hazey, you're my wish come true,” spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head.

that night, as you get ready for bed, feeling tired from all the emotions of the day, you snuggle against spencer's side.

“thank you for today. for helping haze,”

“of course, sweet, i told you, you deserve the world,” his lips meet yours in a gentle, slow kiss.

“i already have my whole world with me,” you tell him, voice full of sleep and love. “thank you for giving me my world.”

and if spencer had a time travel machine he would tell his younger self to not lose hope. the best years of his life were yet to come, his world wouldn't end when members of his chosen family left the team, his whole world and family were on the way.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Okay okay. Luke x a daughter of Dionysus. I’m just obsessed with the idea of Luke, the king of godly daddy issues, and a girl who is close to her godly parent and physically cannot understand where he’s coming from because she loves her dad! He’s always been there because he’s in charge of camp. Just the dichotomy of these complete opposites being in love.

ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/n- I love this! Sorry it took me a few days to finish this ):

warnings- some angst, nothing else really.

“Do I look okay?” He asked, adjusting his suit that one of his siblings lended him. He looked in the mirror, and you smiled at him, looking up and coming up behind him, wrapping an arm around him. He was beyond nervous.

“You look perfect. Don’t worry about it too much. He’ll be too drunk by the end of the night anyways.” You mumbled, he laughed quietly, turning around and looking at you up and down in your dress.

“You look gorgeous.” He said to you, giving you a kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks.

Your dad had set up a nice dinner at a nice restaurant outside of the camp. He had just learnt of you both dating, and he was mad at first, but it stopped after a while.

He had booked this dinner mostly for himself, of course. But you and Luke were invited, and Dionysus secretly hoped to get to know more about the boy.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Your dad rapped on your cabin door, tone laced with annoyance. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“You ready?” You asked him, holding your bag. He nodded, linking his arm with yours. He straightened his back as you opened the door.

“Hi, daddy.” You said.

“Finally. What took you guys so long?” He was dressed in a tropical styled shirt, some shorts, his hair was disheveled. His usual. You both suddenly felt over dressed.

“I was getting ready. You know-“

“Yes, yes I know.” He waved it off, and he looked at Luke.

“Luke.” He nodded to him.

“Sir.”

“Don’t call me that. Gods that makes me feel old.” He rolled his eyes, and Luke just nodded. You were led to a car, a car that you didn’t even know your dad had.

You both sat in the back, it was awkwardly silent.

“How long have you guys been dating, again?” He asked suddenly. You sighed.

“Almost a year.” You said, slightly upset he didn’t remember.

He just nodded, and it was silent the rest of the drive. Once the car had stopped, Luke was out of the car and opening up your door for you. Your dad mentally noted it.

Luke grabbed your hand, holding it as you smiled at him. He gave you a small smile back.

The server led you to the tables, a table ready. Luke sat next to you, and so did your dad. You were stuck in the middle of them.

Your dad, obviously ordered the best wine his money could buy for himself. You got your favorite drink, and Luke, he just ordered a Dr. pepper.

Your dad took a sip as soon as it came, processing how it tasted.

“Garbage.” He mumbled to himself, settling into the chair he sat in.

You and Luke glanced at each other. “What?” Dionysus asked, noticing your glances.

“Nothing, dad.” You took a sip of your own drink, he just ignored it for now.

“So, uh, what do you like about my daughter?” He asked, his cup in hand, leaning back in his chair. He was testing Luke.

Okay, hitting him with the hard questions first.

“Everything.” He said simply, and it was the truth.

He narrowed his eyes, you swallowed, “daddy, don’t.” You sighed.

“What? I’m just looking out for you.”

You loved your dad, of course you did. But he was very, very overprotective. He’s kicked guys out of camp because they tried to hit on you when you didn’t like it, he’s threatened others.

This was going to be a longggg dinner.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

He took off his shoes, entering the cabin again. Quickly, he shoved off his suit and tie, leaving him shirtless.

“I’m gonna change, okay?” You told him quietly, he nodded and sat at the foot of your bed. When you entered the bathroom, he sighed heavily, burying his face into his hands.

He felt terrible, he was jealous the whole night. He was jealous of you. You and your dads perfect relationship, he wanted that.

But you were an only child, and he was a Hermes kid. The child of the God with the most kids.

You were so close with him, it hurt Luke to see. But he still enjoyed the night, how could he not? He loved seeing you in the dress, and he loved seeing you happy. That was all he wanted in the end. If you were happy, he was happier.

You silently came out the bathroom, he didn’t notice you coming out until you sat next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He looked up, clearing his throat.

“Sorry.” He said, his voice raspy.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I know.” You laid down, and he looked at you, you motioned for him to lay down next to you.

You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a kiss. You stared into each others eyes.

“Its not your fault my dad sucks. I shouldn’t be upset over it.” He said quietly.

“But it’s okay to be. I love you, Luke. You never have to hide your feelings from me. You’re perfect, and if your dad can’t see that, then I think he’s a blind man.” You had a hand in his curls. A small smile was on his face as you spoke.

“I love you.” He said, tears threatening to fall at your speech. He gave you a kiss, his soft lips against yours.

“I know.”

[stop-talking]

How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?

I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)

Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:

Billy

☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.

☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)

☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.

☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.

☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.

Derek

☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.

☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.

☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...

☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"

☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)

☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.

☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.

☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3

☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.

☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.

Futturman

☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.

☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."

☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.

☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.

☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.

☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.

☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?

☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.

☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"

☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"

☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.

☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.

☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.

Mike

☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.

☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.

☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.

☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.

☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.

☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.

☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.

☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)

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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]

[rhey-007]

Driving Home For Christmas

Pierre Gasly x reader || snippet (?) / short story

Summary: Pierre and Yuki got stuck and arrived late to the Christmas Eve making you mad. At least the kids were happy that Santa came.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader, wife reader, mom reader, dad Pierre, husband Pierre

A/N: Just a short story I had in mind :)) Also let me know if I can even call it a snippet or a one shot cause idk ://

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"We're so fucking late... "

Pierre whined hitting his head against the steering wheel, impatient honks leaving the car as they waited in traffic. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to the store to finish up buying present but turned into a shopping spree when Pierre couldn't find anything special for you, instead buying a couple of gifts. When he and Yuki left the mall centre the traffic started to form on the streets and they were fucked.

"Where are you? "

You asked them through the phone as you prepared the Christmas table along Mr. Gasly.

"You were supposed to be back home an hour ago! "

You whisper shouted as to not startle your kids that impatiently awaited their father's and uncle's comeback.

"I know honey, I know... But there was so many people and such long queues that when we left we drove straight into traffic... I promise we'll make it"

Pierre assured you at which Yuki just shook his head. There was no way they were going to make it on time. And they still had to have a few minutes to change into their costumes, as Pierre promised your 3 and 5 year olds that Santa and his elf assistant will visit them just as every year.

"I hope so... Cause if you make kids mad then you can prepare yourself for sleeping on the couch"

You hissed angrily before hanging up.

"I told him to finish it up a few days ago so he would have plenty time to help us today, but of course he didn't listen"

Your father said walking into the kitchen, Pierre's dad agreeing.

"He never did, never does and never will listen"

The older man added. As much as you appreciate their boths company and help, you wished they would drop the topic.

2 hours later Pierre and Yuki were finally by your apartment, changing their clothes in an elevator to soon burst into the flat.

"Ho Ho Ho! Are here some good kids or did we got the wrong floor! "

Gasly's Santa voice sounded through the whole house, making the kids run to the door and hug Santa immediately. The man picked them both up then the four entered the dining room.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look who's here! "

Laura, your 5 year old daughter, shouted happily almost ruining her father's ear.

"Sorry we're late... We tried... "

Yuki whispered to you as you helped him put the presents under the tree.

"It's okay, my husband's the only one to blame"

Hearing you call Pierre 'your husband' instead of just his name, Yuki knew the Frenchman was screwed...

"Santa! "

Your 3 years old son Leo responded to his older sister before their father placed them down and greeted you.

"You're late... "

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you"

He proceeded to kiss your cheek but you pushed pass him and entered the kitchen, to soon come back with a hot pot of borscht and dumplings.

The kids unwrapped their presents happily with Santa's help, as the rest of you finally ate.

"Whe daddy? "

Leo asked, looking up at Pierre wit his big blue eyes.

"He'll come soon. Just as uncle Yuki. Now, give Santa one last hug as Santa and my elf friend have to go visit other kids"

The two hugged him once again while your father took triliard photos, then occupied them while Yuki and Pierre changed.

"Finally... "

The Japanese sighed in relief as he put on his normal clothes.

"You have no idea how itchy that costume was..."

"I imagine"

You chuckled quietly as they came back to the room.

At the end of the day everyone was happy with how the Christmas Eve came out. Even you, although you didn't show it being a little mad at Pierre.

"Pierre"

You warned as you felt him hug you from behind after walking out of the bathroom.

"Don't think you'll get anything after today"

You hissed at which he shook his head.

"I don't expect anything. Just wanted to say sorry. I know I should have done it a long time ago but I just lacked time... I'm sorry... Please don't make me sleep on the couch... "

The man made puppy eyes at you, a trick he learned from your kids. You sighed heavily spinning around and facing him.

"I wasn't going to. But please... Next time be prepared way earlier so I wouldn't have to stress out so much okay?"

"Okay"

"You don't even have an idea how crushed they looked when you were late. I almost cried if it wasn't for our dads to occupy them"

You admitted laying down under the covers. Pierre quickly put on his pajama and joined you, pulling you close to himself and stealing a kiss.

"I can only imagine... I'm sorry once again"

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚

summary - andy barber is our best friend’s dad, and he finds our diary while we’re staying with him. what he finds inside of it, will either have a good outcome or a very bad one. 

warning - fluff, smut, oral, rough sex, some fingering (maybe?), age gap, reader is slightly innocent, kitten.

as stated in all of my stories, the gifs and header aren’t mine.

divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy walked into his son’s room, picked up his son’s dirty clothes and then headed over to their guest room to collect Y/N’s as she was staying over for the summer. He offered as her parents wanted to go on holiday without her, as he was picking up a dress she folded neatly on a chair amongst other dirty clothing. A book falls out, confused. He places the clothes down and picks up the book. Looking closely, he notices it’s a diary. Curious, he opens it, shocked at what he finds inside.

01/05/2022

Dear Diary,

I need to confess. I’m madly in love with an older man, and I know it’s wrong… Especially as he’s my best friend's father, but he makes me feel things that no one else has. He’s so handsome and sexy and so much more. But he will never notice me. He only sees me as Jacob’s friend.

01/06/2022

Dear Diary,

I saw him again today, Jacob and I were in the kitchen preparing some snacks before watching a movie, and he walked in, dressed in that lovely blue suit he fits so well. They recently bought a dog, and she’s gorgeous. She ran to him excited (I don’t blame her, I would’ve too, given the chance). He told her to sit and called her a good girl. I could feel my knickers soak at those words. I’d do anything to hear him call me his good girl.

01/07/2022

Dear Diary,

Ugh, I just need someone to buy me tiny little skirts and tell me how cute I am. I’m so tired of being lonely, and I just want to be babied and have pretty little things bought for me. I saw this cute pink dress today but sadly didn’t have the money to get it.

01/08/2022

Dear Diary,

Can I tell you something?

I like making eye contact with older men, so they question their morals. I was at the diner with Jacob and his dad today, and as we were sitting in a booth after we ordered our meals, we were all chatting. I can’t remember what it was as I noticed a nice-looking older man sitting at the counter staring at me. So I stared back, it sent chills down my spine, and surprisingly I felt my knickers damp again and tingles. But that moment was cut short as Jacob’s dad waved to me to get my attention, and when I looked at him, I swear he seemed quite mad, but I don’t know?.

01/09/2022

Dear Diary,

He’s 41, but he’s so hot. I don’t know how it’s possible, but his dad is dreamy. Jacob and I were sitting in the lounge, watching more movies and chatting, when his dad walked in shirtless. Drops of water were dripping down his body, I may have drooled, and I don’t know if anyone noticed. I hope not. 

01/10/2022

Dear Diary,

I want him to call me his baby and buy me peach lipgloss so I can cover his lips with kisses. And I want him to put flowers in my hair as we're out on a picnic date. But I don’t think it will happen, he’s my best friend’s dad, and I’m just a dumb little girl with a crush on an older man.

Andy stands there, not knowing how to react to what he read, he knows it was wrong to open it and to continue reading, but he couldn’t help himself. Andy didn’t expect what was inside. He always liked you, thought you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Every time you were over, Andy would try and avoid you at any chance because you made him so hard. Especially the time Andy called his dog a good girl. He saw the way you clenched your thighs together.

At that moment, he wanted to lift your dress and devour your cute little pussy. While calling you his good girl, but his son was there. He saw you drool that day but thought against saying anything, looking at the diary one last time. He places it back whilst placing the dress back over it. He decides that he’ll ask if you need it washed.

Grabbing the rest of the dirty laundry, he heads out. Walking past the glass back doors, he hears splashing. Andy looks over and wishes he didn’t, his cock begins to strain against his pants, and he swears that he feels dizzy from the sight in front of him.

Y/N was standing by the pool, dripping wet, in a tiny cute pink bikini with a little bow on the front, covered in small white flowers. Andy stares, feeling a heart attack coming on at the image. ‘Fuck’, he thinks. Andy quickly rushes off to the laundry room. Dropping the clothes in the machine, he rips open his pants and starts to fist his angry cock. Leaning against the machine, Andy groans. Andy threw his head back, eyes closed as he imagined you on your knees in front of him and his cock thrusting into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.” Groans fall from his mouth as he feels his orgasm come closer. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps or the voice calling out Mr Barber. No, he doesn’t hear your soft voice but hears a soft whimper that causes his eyes to shoot open and to look towards the source. Eyes widening when they connect with yours, he notices you're rubbing your thighs together, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

He notices your eyes drift towards his cock, and Andy can hear a louder whimper. Andy watches as you grip the door. As if you're going to collapse, Andy looks down and sees that a pair of your cute little pink knickers with a bow is wrapped tightly around his cock. Andy swears he didn’t notice or intend for that to happen, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he stares at you as he lets groans slip out, pumping his cock harder and faster, fist wrapped tightly around it.

“Come here, kitten.” Whimpering, you slowly make your way over to him, knees buckling as you are overwhelmed with how horny you feel. “Get on your knees, baby”, you shakily get on your knees, using his thighs as support. You look up at him, he nearly blows his load with how innocent you look, but he holds back.

“Open” You listen so well. Andy thinks he might have died and gone to heaven, tapping the tip of his cock onto your tongue. He tells you to suck it like a lollipop, listening. Andy watches you wrap your lips tightly around the tip and suck hard. He jerks forward at the force, feeling his soul being sucked out of him.

“Jesus, fuck” Looking up at him, worried you did something wrong. “You're doing so well, kitten” He watches your face beam. You keep sucking. Sometimes your tongue will swirl around his tip, grabbing the back of your head. He lets out a moan before spurts of his hot cum fill your mouth.

You continue to lick and suck until he’s empty. Swallowing, you wait on your knees. From your position, you look up at him. His eyes are closed as he tries to catch his breath. Opening them, he sees you. He smiles, swiping a finger across your bottom lip and swears his cock twitches when you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck his cum off.

“Did you swallow, baby?” He asks softly. Nodding, you open wide to show him you did indeed swallow. Groaning, he replies with the words you always wanted to hear him call you.

“Good Girl.” 

A soft moan leaves your lips as those words leave him. You can feel yourself pulse, and your bikini bottoms become soaked and not from the pool water. 

Noticing this, he smiles. Telling you to stand up, you do as you are told. Standing on shaky legs, you wait for his command. He pulls you closer to him and strokes your cheek.

“Is this okay?” Nodding, he shakes his head. “Words, kitten or this won’t go any further.”

Taking a deep breath, “yes”, gripping the back of my neck, he tilts my head back and kisses me. A moan escapes me. He tastes so good. He roughly bends me over the machine in a split second and pulls my bottoms to the side. Exposing my glistening core, Andy feels his cock harden. His mouth waters at the sight. It’s much better than he imagined.

Running a finger through my lips, I moan. “Please- Oh, god”, Andy chuckles. He locates my little button and starts to rub it. “Please what, kitten” Jerking slightly from the amount of pleasure. “It’s too much. Please get rid of the tingles, please, Mr Barber!!” I whimper loudly. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He whispers into my ear, continuing to rub my little clit before getting onto his knees. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this, kitten.” He leans forward and starts to devour me, licking, sucking. Fucking my little hole with his tongue before switching to sucking my clit, Andy brings his fingers up and slowly enters one. Groaning at the tight fit, he feels her sucking his finger in, the walls pulsing around it.

He continues with his work, bringing me to my release fast. Gasps leave my lips as I lean over more, gripping onto whatever I can as I feel a strong feeling wash over me. Then I’m screaming, cumming around him before he finishes. He gives one final lick before standing back up. He leans over, back against mine, as he strokes my hair. “Are you okay? Was that too much, kitten?” Shaking my head, no. I beg for him to continue, “are you sure? We can have a break.”

“I’m sure, please. I’m begging you.” I whine, feeling so needy for him. Andy leans back and grabs his cock, rubbing the tip against me before lining up at my entrance. He pushes in, and he grips my hips tight. Andy is trying to stop himself from thrusting, the tightness of my walls is getting to him, and he can feel everything. My walls are pulsing around his cock, strangling it, wanting to milk it dry.

I grip the machine so hard that my fingers turn white. The stretch of Andy’s cock causes me to pulse wildly around him. It’s hard to breathe, and I’m struggling to get air into me. His cock is piercing my tiny pussy open. But the pleasure mixed with the pain that comes from it is so beautiful that I never want to go back. I can feel myself becoming addicted.

“Please move, please,” I beg, trying to thrust myself back, but his hold on my hips prevents me from doing so. “Are you sure?” He desperately wants to pound into me until I can no longer stand, but he needs to make sure, he can feel how tight I am around him even though his cock is soaked in my juices.

“Yes, so sure. Please, Mr Barber, I need you.” As soon as those words come out of my mouth, he starts to thrust. The air leaves me, but I don’t care. It feels so good. His cock moves in and out, stretching me. His tip hits the spot I never knew existed. Making me scream, feeling myself cream around him. He looks down and see’s a white ring around the base of his cock. Groaning, he thrusts harder. One hand wraps my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls me against his chest, moving deeper into me. 

“You like that, kitten? Do you like when your best friend’s dad completely ruins you from the inside? Huh? You’re such a whore for me, my good girl. I can feel you pulsing around me, baby. Fuck, it makes me so fucking hard. This pussy is mine now. No one else gets it. No one gets to see it or touch it. Only me! Isn’t that right, baby?” Nodding my head, I convulse around him, his words making me feel so good that I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Only yours! No one else’s! Please let me cum! Please!” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Good girl, oh fuck. You do like it when I call you that.” He moans, feeling his balls tighten. “I want you to cum for me, kitten. It’s okay, let go.” He commands.

My back arches as I let go, and I tighten around him even more. I am pulsing around him as I squirt against him. He groans loudly, letting go. Cumming deep inside of me, both of us let out breaths before he slowly pulls out.

Looking down, he sees my cute little pussy ruined. His seed is slowly leaking out. Reaching down, he pushes it back in, listening to the little moan that escapes me.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Andy asks as he lifts me up, setting me atop the machine before going over to the cupboard, grabbing a fresh cloth and running it under water before coming back over and cleaning me up. 

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me, Mr Barber. To be honest, I’ve always liked you….” I confess shyly. He smiles, “I know, kitten, and I feel the same.” Chucking at my expression, “really?” I ask, bewildered. I never thought he’d ever want me.

“Yes, I don’t just sleep with anyone, kitten.” He leans forward and kisses me, pulling back. We smile at each other, “oh crap!” He lets out randomly, looking around. “What?”

“Where’s Jacob?” He asks, slightly freaking out. Letting out a giggle, “he went out on a date and said it would be okay to spend time with you, so I came down to help with the laundry.” Andy lets out a breath, “I should’ve been more concerned before, but being around you makes me lose all common sense.” 

After that day, Andy and I have become close. We mostly hide it, though, because we don’t know how Jacob will feel about it, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but I’m in love with his father, so it’s a sticky situation.

Today is my birthday! Andy and Jacob woke me up to a home-cooked breakfast and presents. I was so excited, as you can tell I said I was. Because now I’m confused with the present open in front of me.

It’s the dress and lipgloss I wanted, but I never told anyone, and I kept that all in my diary because I never wanted to burden anyone with those things. But here it is, sitting in front of me, which was wrapped in cute pink wrapping paper.

Looking up at both men in the room, I can see Jacob smiling, and Andy looks kind of afraid that I wouldn’t like it. “So? Do you like them? Dad said you’ve mentioned these!” Looking at Andy and then back at Jacob, I put on a smile. “Yeah! I love them! I have wanted them for a while!” I let out, knowing I never mentioned them but still so confused.

After opening the presents, I place them in the guest room. Turning around, I jump. Hand on my heart, “you scared me.” Andy stands there nervously. “I’m sorry about scaring you and the uh- presents….” He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“So… you read my diary?” He nods shyly, stuttering out. “I-I didn’t mean to at first, but then I kind of got stuck into it….” He refuses to look at me. “When?” I stare at him, “Uh… the day we… ya know….” He finally looks at me.

“Oh”, I nod before walking over to him, “Well, thank you.” I smile and kiss him on the lips. He kisses back. And in both of our minds, we’re happy we got our happy ending.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Maybe axel asking jack for relationship advice

AN: Axel is sixteen in this

Jack was in the kitchen on the hunt for the sweet potato pies that you had made and hid from him last weekend when Axel walked into the kitchen and called out for him.

“Dad?”

“Hmm?” Was all he answered as he turned around and thought about the next possible hiding spot for the pies.

“Um…” Axel started to say and instantly got quiet, making Jack stop his task of finding the pies and looking over at him.

“Everything okay?” He asked and Axel simply shrugged.

“I need advice.” Axel quietly said and a million things started to run through Jack’s mind.

“About what?” He asked as he took a seat on the island and Axel sat across from him. 

“So there’s this girl…” Axel started to say, but Jack immediately put his hand up to stop him.

“Before we go any further, there better NOT be any pregnancy caused by my second born.”

“NO! I’m not stupid! I know you two will kill me!”

“Okay, now that we got that out of the way, continue. What about this girl?”

“I like her, but I don’t know if she likes me back or even notices me for that matter. How did you get mom to notice you?”

“Taking note of what her interests were and letting her know that they were important to me too. For example, I definitely think that if your mother wasn’t famous that she would work for NASA because of how much she loves space. That’s where Nova’s name came from. And she did the same thing for me, we were around each other so much and spent so much time together because of that. Yes, her looks are a plus, but if she doesn’t have the personality to go with it then what’s the point? She needs to be a good person on the inside too.”

“And that’s when you bought her that telescope? And named a star after her?”

“Mm hmm, took me four months to save up my allowance to buy it for her and she still has it laying around here somewhere.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before Jack spoke up again.

“But even when we were at odds before the three of you were born, my love for her didn’t waver. Yes, I was mad at her and let a lot of things slide that I shouldn’t have, and she still forgave me because of the type of person that she is. I definitely didn’t think I deserved another chance and had it made up in my mind that she was going to divorce me and was just literally waiting for her to say it. I don’t ever take having her in my life or the six of you for granted because it definitely could have gone another way.”

“I… see how you look at her when she isn’t paying attention and I want to be able to do that one day. And I noticed that you two never argue in front of us.”

“I have the utmost respect for her and I never want a thought that I don’t love her or care about her to cross her mind because that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s literally my entire world and it got a little bigger when she had all of you. We want for you all to have an example of what a healthy marriage looks like.” Jack said, being completely honest. Anything that you needed or wanted no matter how big or small, he would do it for you. 

"The pies are behind the cheesecake on the bottom shelf in the back left corner by the way. I won't tell mom I said anything."

"You have officially won my favorite child of the day award."

Your laughter filled the kitchen as you were now trying to cook dinner as Jack was behind you. He had told you that he was coming to help you, but instead he had been the test taster and was stealing bites of food every few minutes.

“Jackman! If you don’t quit we won’t have any food left!”

“But I’m starving!”

“How are you starving and you’ve been stuffing your face for close to an hour?!” You asked as he reached over to take another bite of food and you slapped his hand away.

“It’s almost finished, be patient!” You scolded and all you got in response as he kissed your cheek and you couldn’t help but to smile.

Axel was standing in the doorway of the kitchen and simply admired his parents from afar as Jack had now taken your hand and the two of you were dancing around the kitchen and waiting for the food to finish.

And he took note of how Jack was looking at you when you didn’t notice knowing that was something that he wanted to have one day.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my mom before she went away on an emotionally taxing trip to another country to take care of my hospitalized grandmother?

The town I'm in went through a mass shooting a couple weeks ago, you might have seen it on the news. I'm a college student and was staying on campus at the time, and everyone went through lockdown for a couple of days. I remember not being alerted there was a shooting going on until I had already been walking around outside for at least a hour while it was happening five blocks down, and then staying in my room while on a call with my friends until 7 am who were trapped in other buildings and had to sleep on the floor while listening to the police scanners and news stations for more info. The lockdown ended after a couple of days, but I still felt not Great, especially with all the lack of management from campus and the news reporters taking photos and videos of us during the lockdown. I had several panic attacks for days afterwards, and I'm still having them now.

I texted my parents a couple hours after it started confirming I was okay, and my dad basically texted back "I saw, you'll be fine, just stay away from the windows." This made me very upset because I thought he already knew about my situation and didn't even bother texting or calling first. But in a phone call later with my mom where I basically exploded at her for saying the same thing, I discovered he just looked up news articles 2 minutes after I sent the text and then texted that, and didn't know how close the incident was. She said that she'd be mad if what I thought was true, but in another phone call confirmed they had a talk and then told me my dad just has issues communicating sometimes and "you have a nervous personality" and so I should learn to accomodate him more. I also blew up at this and told her that he's not the one in a mass shooting right now so why do I have to accomodate for him (triggered by a pattern of this in the past) ((He still hasn't called or texted me since other than sending a quick apology for the misunderstanding).) We ended up having a very emotionally charged talk and my mom also stated her mom got hospitalized, it's all very stressful right now, and that's also why they didn't say anything about it in the family groupchat because they didn't want to stress out everyone with even more bad news and to please not tell anyone yet about it. She started ranting again about how bad her childhood was with her mom for like a half hour and I had to cut her off and redirect her. But in the end she said she now understood how serious my situation was and that I could talk to her anytime about it.

Well, I thought that was it. But after they found the shooter 72 hours later and lockdown ended, my mom called me and basically assumed that everything was fine now and I was feeling "normal" again. I was admittedly pretty cagey and told her I wasn't for several reasons and she seemed confused but didn't push it. Then a day afterward she texted me and said one of her friend's daughters had a college essay they had to submit tomorrow and asked me if I could help them and they'd buy me lunch later when I got back. I was annoyed but I ended up telling them to send it to me in a Google Doc and I made some comments, but then she called me again and asked me if I could get on a Zoom call with the daughter and fix the essay together with her. I told her no several times and asked her why I had to do this if she didn't even bother preparing this essay beforehand until the last minute, but my mom said "It's a nice thing to do", and "She really needs help", and wouldn't take my no as an answer after 10 minutes. Then I basically blew up at her one final time and told her that I just went through a mass shooting and I've been comforting my friend who saw some of the dead bodies and I'm having panic attacks and why can't she ever take no for an answer and that I hate her and then I hung up on her.

She basically texted me later and said she realized how inconsiderate her request was when I said that one of my friends saw the dead bodies. She said she's leaving to go to visit my grandma soon but I can call her any time if I want. It's been a couple weeks and there's been no communication from either of us.

I feel bad for blowing up at her since she didn't seem to know how bad it was and also her mom is hospitalized and it's very stressful. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[milesquaritchbby]

Stick With You

Ghost x Yasmin

Chapter 1. Ghostin

"Boys my daughter will be staying with us for the time being. Ghost I know you and Yasmin have history but please go easy on her. She's apart of our team now." Price told everybody but being more direct to Ghost.

"Hi boys did you miss me?" Yasmin asked them all.

"Yasmin, where did you want me to put your bags at?" Her brothers asked her.

"In my room right across from Ghost." Yasmin said while staring daggers at Ghost.

"I've missed you, luv." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"They don't know we didn't break up?" Yasmin asked him a little frustrated.

"They don't need to know anything." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"You've always looked frustrated from everything." Price said to his daughter.

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Text between Yasmin & Fleur

Fleur

Hey sista I just wanted make sure that you were okay with everything going on.

Yasmin

Yes I'll be fine just not myself just yet.

Fleur

Did ma say anything to you to make you love with dad?

Yasmin

No it was more so her husband than anything. He threatened to tell Sheppard about Ghost and I but he already knew we were a thing.

Fleur

Oh. I thought he knew from dad.

Yasmin

I really miss when he and mom were together.

Fleur

I can see if they can get back together because mom just finalized the divorce.

Yasmin

When did she finalize it?

Fleur

Yesterday and she found out a lot more about him. He's been trying to get under Ghosts skin ever since you two started dating.

Yasmin

He's been trying hard ever since then buy knowing Ghost he's going to beat the absolute mess out of him.

Fleur

Well I'm heading back to the house now.

Yasmin

Drive safe. Love you.

Fleur

Love you too little sister.

(read @ 2:30pm)

End of message between the sisters.

Look at the cards that we've been dealt

If you were anybody else

Probably wouldn't last a day

Every tear's a rain parade from hell (From hell)

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"How long did you know your mother was getting a divorce from him?" Price asked his daughter.

"I didn't know until Fleur told me. She's been keeping a watchful eye on him." Yasmin told her dad.

"You know the both of you have boyfriends." Price said to his daughter.

"Yes dad we are very aware of that but we both have jobs also. Simon and I have two kids." Yasmin told her dad.

"I know you two have children together. I'm not dumb at all daughter." Price said to his daughter.

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Yasmin's Phone messages

Ethan

Girl this ghostin shit is mad wild. You are just now seeing Ghost after four years?

Ethan

Jesus Yasmin I've never seen you cry that much.

Madre 💋

Please for the sake of you and your mental health don't dwell on this.

Fleur 💜

Sista you know damn well that dad and mom are perfect for each other.

Ethan

Oh. I thought you ghosted Ghost.

Ethan

Wait your mom ghosted your dad?

Strawberry

Girl why'd mom just walk into your room and find all the pictures of her and dad? 

Si 💕

Luv it's okay your mother can handle herself.

Si 💕

It's never a good idea for you to go above and beyond like that.

Soap

Wait Price didn't want a divorce?

Keegan

That's crazy how you are on 141. Cobra team is going haywire without you.

Ghostface

Yeah I think so.

Mariah

Sis can you bring your son's diaper bag up here?

End of Yasmin's Phone messages

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Fleur's Phone messages

LilSisYas🥂

Not that I know of but I'll see if dad has some in his office.

FatherPricePrice☮️

You and your sister are both living here now?

FroggyBoy🍧

Babe you could've told them the truth.

End of Fleur's Phone messages

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Yasmin's Phone

𝟭𝟰 ��𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗶💕

𝟱 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹🥃

𝟴𝟰 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝟭𝟰𝟭

We'll get through this, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage

But I love you, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage, yeah

[jjsstars]

stancyweek2024: day 6, au’s

|| for @echoing-oursong event

|| tags: college au! + engaged au!

“How much longer do you think we should wait to tell everyone we’re engaged?” Nancy turns onto her stomach on the bed beside Steve, placing her chin on his chest and grinning when he wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“Mm I was thinking we tell them the night of the wedding.” He tries to sound serious while saying it but Nancy just gives him an unimpressed look despite her smirk.

“No way, my mom would kill me. Maybe we should have a big dinner and get it over with all at once?” Hopefully then they’ll avoid the inevitable arguments about who they told first being their favorite- Steve already had to restrain himself from telling Robin before he even proposed.

“That works, but we can’t fit everyone in here.” Steve’s eyes track around the studio apartment they have, there’s no way they’d even be able to fit just the party in here never mind all the other people too.

“We can bring Chestnut down to Joyce’s place.” The dog that’s currently curled up at Steve’s feet doesn’t move an inch hearing his name. It might’ve been a slightly impulse and irresponsible decision to buy a dog while they’re both still in college and only have this apartment as their house but the couple couldn’t resist seeing the box of five dollar puppies in the window of the pet store. They’re not immune to puppy dog eyes, sue them.

“Hopper will love that.” The chief isn’t the biggest dog person after fighting one too many demadogs.

“Okay then Eddie and Robin’s place.” Those two living together in a trailer across from Wayne’s has got to be absolute chaos and Steve would be lying if he didn’t say he wasn’t a small bit glad to miss it. He likes how peaceful and tranquil him and Nancy living together has been.

“Won’t Karen be mad we aren’t staying at hers?” Nancy grimaces at the thought of bringing Steve to the Wheeler household for an extended stay, one night is plenty family time for her and she grew up there.

“What about your old house? Doesn’t your dad still own it?” About the only time Steve hears from his father is to check if the house is still standing and if the electric bill has gone up, Steve isn’t even sure if he knows that Steve moved all the way to New York and hasn’t stepped foot in that house in over a year.

“He has cleaners come every week but other than that it’s empty so… we could crash there.” They could live there if they really wanted.

“Perfect. We can have dinner at my parents, break the news, then run back to your house when they all get too much.” Wedding planning is going to be an entire thing, Nancy can feel it, between Joyce and Karen and then Robin, El, and Max, it’ll be a long process.

“We’re only staying a week, how bad can it get?” The second it leaves Steve’s mouth he regrets it, he loves all of them to death but sometimes all of them at once can get to be too much, even for him.

“Don’t jinx us. We still have to tell them we want to get married outside and not in a church, my mom might break down.” Steve laughs lightly and brushes his hand through Nancy’s hair to move it away from her face.

“Hey we could elope right here in New York and really shock them.”

“That might cause another ‘earthquake’ in Hawkins.”

[jowrites]

"If I buy a car, will you take me on late night drives?" - Part 2

Jake Sim x Fem!Reader. Where 2 neighbors befriend one another because of his dog, and she doesn't have any friends.

Part 1.

TW: LOTS of fluff, Isolation(?), mentions of being a lone(r), mentions of parent death

You were very odd indeed. It’s not like anything was really wrong about you, just social cues and norms weren’t your expertise and so you avoided it as much as you could. Growing up, your parents sheltered you. You remember how your mother would brush your hair at her vanity and express her unconditional love for you. How you were her precious doll and she needed to protect you at all costs. Your father loved to paint with you, every time you had painting lessons or piano lessons he would sneak in and join you, praising how his little Princess was doing so well. They were all you needed in life. When you told Jake this you avoided his eyes and he could see the tears start to spring in the corner of your eyes. He never pushed you.

He learned you were 2 years older than him and you actually went to school and graduated with a Master’s in Architecture. He was always shocked when you mentioned little facts here and there, especially your age as you seemed to be like this lost child, always curious and not aware of the dangers of the world. He had built this incredible sense of wanting to protect you always, and longing. It had been 7 months now and he was feeling himself fall deeper and deeper every time you were around. He just didn’t know how to break that barrier he knew you put up.

“Do you have any other dreams?” he asked you. The two of you were sitting next to each other drinking beer on your balcony. It was late at night and the moment Jake got home he ran straight to you wanting to just soak in your existence. 

“Hmm, yes. I have them here, hold on!” You quickly got up and ran inside, he watched as you scurried around looking in a drawer before finding a small journal. It looked extremely worn out so he figured it must be pretty old.

“My dad gave this to me on my 10th birthday, it was right before they got in their accident. He told me it was a dream journal and I’ve been writing in it since,” you held it out to him and he took it from you opening the first page.

Sell my first painting.

On this very day October 23, 2017 I sold my first ever painting to Keith Boulder. Mom and dads longtime partner. Thank you, Keith!

Move out of the Estate.

On this day January 1, 2018 I am moving out of the Estate. Jonah said it would be good for me and he helped me make arrangements to leave. I’m going to miss everyone but I can’t stay here anymore. Everyday I’m reminded of them and I need to get out before I drive myself mad with grief. Here’s to the next…

Play Bingo at a Casino.

Get my license.

I realized something: I hate driving!

Own a pet snake.

I got a snake. It somehow escaped. Don’t know where it went. Lesson learned: don’t get a snake.

Touch a cloud.

Make a new friend.

Her name is Layla. And Jake.

Have my first kiss.

Go to Paris.

Paris is a lot dirtier than I thought it was going to be, the people are pretty mean too. Was a bit disappointed but the Countryside was beautiful and next time I’ll just spend my time there.

Fall in love before it’s too late.

‘Fall in love before it’s too late’. Jake looked over at you and saw you looking out into the City. He could easily check this off for himself, but this was your dream and he hoped he could fulfill it someday just like he did with some of your others.

“You lost a snake in your apartment?” he asked.

“Yeah, it just went poof! Gone,” you shrugged.

“How?” he raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking around scared the snake would show up now and attack him. That’s just his luck.

“I don’t know. It’s been like 3 years, I never see mice or rats around the place so I assume it’s doing well just…being a snake, I guess,” you said.

“You guess? You mean to tell me it could still be alive in this building?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, the risk you made when moving in,” you shrugged it off.

“Yes, a very strange neighbor and her lost snake was something they must have forgotten to mention,” he said, making you laugh.

“You are very much welcome!” You smiled, finishing off your beer and taking his and drinking his as well.

“And she takes my things!” He liked to joke, you always laughed at his jokes and it was better than seeing you cry so he wanted to make you laugh as much as possible.

“Hello??? JAKE!!!!” Suddenly the two of you turned and looked towards your door. You both could hear banging and his name being called by voices you never heard.

“Oh, shit!” Jake quickly got up and walked out into the hall, you soon followed suit. 

“Ah, there you are!” One of the men said.

“You lived there? And we have been banging on this stranger's door! Oh I’m so sorry to whoever lives there,” one of the other’s said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jake asked, suddenly opening his door for them to go inside.

“We wanted to surprise you, wait, so you do live here?” The other said.

“Oh! Are you Y/N?” One of the guys pointed at you, realizing you were present.

“Oh, so you DO exist, we were starting to think Jake was seeing things,” the other jokes.

“No, you’re seeing things. I don’t exist,” you played along giving them a sly smile.

“Guys, this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung,” Jake introduced.

“Jake talks about you all the time,” Jay said.

“He literally doesn’t shut up about you,” Sunghoon chimed in.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Don’t mind them, they can be annoying,” Heeseung came over and held his hand out for you to shake. You gave him a fist bump instead, causing a bit of confusion.

“You can’t just show up unannounced, next time call or something,” Jake said as everyone ushered into his apartment. Layla was with you the whole time and you silently took a seat on his couch just watching Jake and his friends. 

They began rummaging through his kitchen looking for things. They brought things to make dinner and Jay looked like he knew what he was doing so you trusted him for now. Jake almost forgot and looked around suddenly before spotting you on the couch. He gave you an apologetic smile and you smiled assuring him it was okay. He really did not want his friends scaring you off.

“So, Y/N, how’s our boy Jake over here? Is he treating you right?” Jay asked and Jake mentally face palmed.

“Oh no. He can be quite annoying sometimes, like for instance he doesn’t leave me alone,” You started off and Jake’s eyes got wide.

“Hey! I can say the same to you, Missy! You literally wake me up sometimes so I can drive you around, guys she doesn’t drive so I have to drive her,” Jake defended.

“Yeah, but you promised me you would and so you have to no matter what,” You said back. 

“You’re just as clingy as I am! Guys yesterday I was in the shower and she literally just came in without a hi or hello! Just barged in while I was taking a shower. Who does that?” Jake said.

“I told you I just found out Betty White died and I was grieving!” You defended.

“She died years ago!” Jake spoke up.

“Wow, you two are cute!” Heeseung said.

“Are you sure they’re not married?” Sunghoon whispered to his friends.

“Mhm, tell me more, Y/N, how he is! Love to hear it,” Jay nodded as he was chopping up some vegetables.

“What else is there? Jake is my best friend,” you shrugged and Jake immediately got soft. “He doesn’t leave me alone but I like it. I got to him because I want to be around him. He brings me food and paints with me, he drives me around because he knows I don’t like to drive. I know I am not that easy to get along with and I’m very weird. I don’t know how to talk to people and he doesn’t judge me. He’s always nice to me and makes me laugh. He eats meals with me and lets me play with his dog. When he has a hard day he doesn’t complain and still comes and hangs out with me. What else is there to say other than he’s the best person in this whole world.”

It got quiet and everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked between you and Jake. Your eyes were on Layla as you petted her and Jake’s eyes were on you, soft and full of love. He suddenly walked over to you and grabbed your hand and started walking out, “Be right back!”  walking you two across to your apartment.

“Did I overstep? Sorry, I just-” You began to say but Jake cut you off.

“No, no you didn’t. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, Y/N, I’ve been completely head over heels and I had been so afraid to tell you,” he started to say and your heart skipped a beat.

“You have?” you whispered.

“Yes, yes. I wasn’t sure about you and your feelings but now I am, you like me too,” he said.

“I do? How do you know?” you asked.

“I didn’t until a minute ago, but now I’m sure you feel this spark too,” Jake said. “Let me in. Let me love you.”

“Okay,” and that was all Jake needed before crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, Jake didn’t want to be overwhelming but it took everything in him to hold himself back. You kissed him back and he kissed you with passion hoping you could feel his emotion. You began to giggle and he pulled back, putting some of your hair behind your ear.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You made another one of my dreams come true,” you said.

“Oh, love, I plan to make many more of them come true for you.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hello, love your deer series! I’m so smitten with tangerine. Would you be open to writing a story where tangerine finds the reader bleeding out from a stab or bullet wound in a mission where she’s/they’re not supposed to be. Despite being mad as hell, he helps her because he’s soft for her and she’s in a bad state and she explains to him that the person she attacked was her childhood abuser and he let’s go of his anger to become fluffy

Hello!! Tysm and I’m glad you like it!!

Warnings- mentions of Childhood abuse, the abusers kinda a creep, blood, stab wounds

@kpopgirlbtssvt

Brave

You weren’t supposed to be here, sure, but it didn’t matter much. You’d be fine. You pulled up the ‘find my phone’ app and looked at your husbands name. You clicked on it again.

Yup, you were at the right place.

He was in a store, and you were curious. You knew he was doing his work, but he’s been gone for days on end so maybe if you could just talk to him-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a familiar face. Your… ex stepdad?

What the hell? You thought, and you turned around quickly, but it didn’t work and he saw you. His eyes widened, and he gripped the knife that he was buying in his hand. You walked out the store quickly, but he was behind you quicker holding a bag.

Your old step dad was well… an asshole. He beat your mom, yelled at you a lot, he even beat you once or twice. Then your mom divorced him, he messed up the whole house by throwing glasses, plates, and everything he could and ruining it. He was also always a creep towards you.

“Y/n is that you?” He asked, walking up to you. You cringed and turned to him.

“Yeah…. Hi…”

“What a lovely surprise…”

“Yeah…"

“So, how are you, how’ve you been?” He said, staring at everything but your eyes.

“Uh, I’ve been fine. How about you?” You put up a fake smile.

“I’m doing great. How’s uh, how’s your mom?”

“She’s fine.”

“That’s good..”

“Yeah.. so, listen, I kinda gotta go so.. I’ll see you around..” you said, trying to get out of the conversation real quick.

“Wait! Could you uh… could you help me with something real quick? I parked my car in the back. And this bag is really heavy for my old arms.” He laughed and handed you a bag.

“Oh… uh, sure.” You took it hesitantly. You really were uncomfortable.

You followed him to the back, and then while walking you didn’t notice him pulling out something sharp from the bag he held.

Before you could react, he turned around quickly and stabbed you in your abdomen. You screamed and he covered your mouth. He got on top of you quickly, and was going to plunge the knife into you again before someone yelled.

“Stop!” A familiar British voice said, you couldn’t make it out. He held out his gun and shot the man. Twice.

He didn’t even notice it was you. He didn’t notice until he ran over to you, and saw your face.

You screamed and cried, holding where you got stabbed.

“Oh, shit. Oh shit. Lemon!” He yelled, his voice breaking ever so slightly. His brother came over and saw you. He went over to you as well. They sat you up against a wall and held their hands to the stab wound.

He held his hand to your face and the other hand to your stab wound. He caressed your face while looking at the stab.

“Love, your fine, your fine, he’s dead, alright? Just.. stay with me, yeah?” He said, panicked.

He kept talking and talking, trying his best to reassure you. His words seemed more like a blur, you were tired.

Finally, you calmed down a bit, and he told you to just appply lots of pressure on it as you both drove home, his brother in the back seat. He was speeding, but he didn’t care.

Once you guys finally got there, He quickly picked you up, carrying you as his brother fiddled around in his pocket for the keys.

“Hurry up, Would ya?!” He shouted, annoyed. You groaned and threw your head back as a sharp pain shot through you.

“Right, right, sorry.” Lemon said as he unlocked the door quickly and Tangerine ran into the bathroom.

He quickly got you patched up, you sat on the closed toilet seat while he did so.

“What the hell were you even doing there?” He asked you, putting the bandages away. He was angry, and you could tell.

“I was getting groceries, and he asked for help.”

He scoffed “You can’t just help random people. This is exactly why.”

“He wasn’t random. He was my stepdad.” You said after a moment of silence.

“Im sorry, what?” He said, shocked.

“He isn’t now- but when I was a kid.. he was really abusive, which is why they got divorced.” You mumbled and looked at the ground.

His gaze softened. He didn’t seem so angry anymore.

“I’m- Im sorry. That… sucks.” He was not the most sympathetic person, but he was trying.

“Yeah.”

After a while it was quiet again, and he crouched down in front of you.

“Look… I love you. I love you so much, and I’m sorry this happened. You’re genuinely the best person I’ve met, and I’m so glad Im married to you. Your so brave.” He grabbed your hand, and kissed it.

“And he’s an arsehole, or was. And I’m not good at this like at all, but I love you. I really do. So if there is anything wrong, please please please, just text me or call me. Don’t go out looking for me.”

“But I wasn’t-“

“I know you.” He said with a smile.

You sighed “Yeah.”

“So, what do you say me, you, and my bellend of a brother go ahead and watch a movie?”

“Sure.” You laughed quietly, and you both got up and headed into the living room.

“I heard that whole thing.” Lemon put his hand on his heart. “So cute.” He wiped a fake tear.

“Sod off.” Tangerine threw the couch pillow at his brother as you both sat down.

[applejuicefruit]

I really love your writings so I was thinking, can I request something similar for the ones you wrote where Olivier was reader’s neighbour and was protective over her but this time she’s dating Kylian but no one knows and she is still Olivier neighbour and one day her father stabs her or hurt her and she’s rushed to the hospital so that’s when Kylian and Olivier find out that you all know each other please? Like they really care for you💓 thank you so much

this request was 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️

kylian mbappe x reader / olivier giroud x reader (platonic)

tw: domestic violence, domestic abuse, blood, a lot of blood, olivier being the father i need in my life

She’s safe with me

Your life had never been easy.

Growing up with just your father after your mother passed away it was something you definitely never expected during your childhood. But here you were, just nineteen, living with your father while you were at your first year of college. You loved it there, studying art and photography, meeting new people every day, having your boyfriend secretly bringing you food and flowers everytime you had a break. Just your friends knew that you and Kylian were dating as you both wanted to keep your relationship private, you always hated the spotlight and Kylian wanted to keep you save from the media as he knew how invasive they could get.

So that’s how you kept it.

Kylian knew that everything about you.

Well, almost everything.

He didn’t know about the fucked up family you lived in. He only knew you didn’t have a good relationship with your father and that’s it. He had no idea of how your father laid his hands on you or how he spoke to you or treated you.

You knew he would be absolutely heartbroken or even mad at you for keeping something like that to him so you chose to not talk about it.

The only person who knew about this situation was your neighbour Olivier. He heard screaming and shouting almost every night, he heard you crying and begging for help and his heart ached everything single moment because he knew he couldn’t do much about it. He confronted you about it but you gently told him that this was about just you and your father so he dropped it, but, of course, he couldn’t help getting worried everytime he heard some strange noises coming from your apartment.

You knew Oli and your boyfriend were teammates but he promised you to not talk about it with anyone, that including Kylian too. Also because he had no idea you and Kylian were dating and you wanted to keep it that way and second of all because it wasn’t his business, as much as he cared for you he knew he couldn’t do much about it and he had to accept it.

One night things escalated pretty quickly.

You were home doing your homework, as you had a test the upcoming week and you wanted to be fully prepared when your father came home pretty mad because things went bad at work.

“Y/n” he called you from the living room with that scary tone and you knew he wasn’t bringing anything good so you simply ignored him.

“Y/n…” he called you again.

“What?” you shouted from the other side of the home.

“I remember telling you to buy me the beers” he said slamming down his hands on the table.

Yup. That’s what he told you that morning. Instead of knowing better that you had classes all morning he asked you to buy him some beers. Of course you didn’t. Your dad wasn’t alcoholic but you knew how scary he was when he got mad and a beer would simply made everything worse.

“I forgot…” you shouted.

You heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to your bedroom and in just a second he opened your door.

“You forgot?” he sarcastically asked.

“Yes dad I forgot…I’m studying for next week…” you tried not to teasing him a lot but you wanted him to hear you.

“I don’t care for what you’re fucking studying! I asked you to do one thing and you didn’t! You’re a disappointment y/n…I thought I raised you better” he smirked at you trying to provoke you but after years and years of replying back you knew it was useless so you didn’t say anything back.

Wrong thing to do. He was so mad that you didn’t say anything back that he threw you one of his leather shoes on your head.

“Dad! What the fuck!” you screamed back getting up from your bed. You knew it was a lost fight but you couldn’t handle the blaming and the hating once again.

“Don’t ever raise your voice to me!” he screamed at you coming to face you. You tried to show no fear but you were trembling.

“Well next time don’t throw your fucking shoes at me!” before you could scream back you fell to the ground as your father pushed you on the floor. His body overpowering you while he grabbed you but your neck almost suppressing your breath.

“Dad…” you breathed out as he left the hold on your neck.

The moment he stood up you ran towards your front door - all you wanted to do was escape that nightmare you were living.

But he was faster and stronger and while you tried to reach the door he reached you first grabbing you buy the hood of your jacket and he threw you once again on the floor, this time hurting you more and more because while falling you sprained your ankle.

“Fuck…” you hissed in pain.

“You are so dead!” he screamed at you while he threw a vase on the floor, letting all of his anger out “thinking you could escape uh? Thinking you could run to your perfect little boyfriend? So fucking pathetic!” he kept screaming. A few glasses hit your face leaving some scratches and blood.

What you and your father didn’t know is that the noise of the vase breaking alerted Olivier who was hearing every single scream you and your father were making.

“Sometimes I wished you were dead!” he shouted back at you and his words hurt you more than his punches. While you were still on the floor, shaking and crying, praying for everything to be over, your father grabbed you by the hair and made your head hit the floor so hard you almost passed out.

“I don’t want to see you ever again…” he said laughing before storming out of the door.

As he left you there all alone while your ankle was hurting and your head was bleeding.

“That’s how I’m gonna die” you thought.

Olivier still heard everything, how your father spoke to you and how you were crying. His heart was hurting, he always cared for you, sometimes he would invite you over for dinner or he would invite you as some of his games. He saw you like the daughter he never had and what hurt him the most is that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He offered you to stay at his place more than once, knowing how afraid you were living with your dad. He offered you his guest bedroom more than once when things got worse. He almost called the police twice but you begged him to not doing it. You begged him because even if it was your father hurting you it was the only family you had left after your mom passed. Olivier tried to persuade you of living with him, or accepting his help, but you didn’t want to feel like a burden for him so most of the times you refused.

This time Olivier couldn’t stand back. He heard your dad saying he wished you were dead and he couldn’t handle all the hate you were receiving so when he heard your father leaving the apartment he made sure to check on you.

“Y/n…it’s me Olivier” he gently knocked on the door. But no response.

“Y/n, can you open the door please?” he asked you in a soft voice. But still no response.

He got a bit worried as you weren’t replying but he knew you were there in the apartment.

“Y/n…I’m coming in” he said before opening the door.

What he didn’t expect to see was you laying half unconscious on the ground while your head was bleeding and your were softly crying.

“Oh my…y/n can you hear me?” he asked gently kneeling next to you. You couldn’t even reply back so you simply shook your head.

“I’m calling an ambulance okay? Hold on please…” he said while picking up the phone and dialling the emergency number.

Help came in just a few minutes and he rode with you to the hospital never leaving your side.

He was worried sick.

He got your phone with you in case someone tried to contact you or something. That’s how, once you were hospitalised, the doctors looked into your phone searching for your emergency list in case something happened to you.

Of course Kylian was the first on your list. And the one the doctors called.

When Kylian heard the doctor saying you were in the hospital and that he was the first number on your emergency list his heart dropped.

Why were you there?

So he stopped everything he was doing and rushed through the streets of Paris trying to make it to you as fast as possible.

Once there he asked for your room number at the reception and once the nurse gave it to him he ran through the long and almost too creepy hospital corridors.

“Olivier?” he asked his teammate when he saw him sitting in the waiting area.

“Kylian…what are you doing here?” he asked a bit confused.

“My girlfriend was brought here like thirty minutes ago…I was her emergency number…the doctors on the phone wouldn’t even wanted to tell me what was going on….” he said.

“Wait…what is your girlfriend name?” Olivier asked as he got his suspicion.

“Y/n…why?” Kylian asked.

“Y/n L/n…” Olivier whispered.

“Yes, how do you know her?” Kylian was beyond confused.

“I brought her here…she’s my neighbour…her dad almost beat her to death Kylian” he confessed as he watched Kylian eyes widening. His heart almost stopped.

“His father did what?” he screamed.

“She has been in this situation for a while…” Olivier confessed as he watched Kylian pacing back and forth.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked.

“She didn’t want anyone to know…but her father laid his hands on her so many times I’ve lost count…I’ve helped her as I could and honestly I wished I could have done much more, she wouldn’t be in this position…” Olivier said.

“I had no idea” Kylian’s heart broke for you.

“No one knew Kylian…” he stood up gently patting Kylian’s shoulder.

A few hours later the doctor said you were fine and only had a concussion, but overall you were awake and doing good.

Kylian - of course - was the first one to see you.

“Hey baby…” he said sitting next to you on the hospital bed.

“Hi Kyky” you said in a soft voice.

“You scared me so much…” he confessed and you started crying a bit.

“I didn’t want you to worry Kylian…” you said as he hugged you.

“I will always worry for you baby…you’re the love of my life and seeing you like this make me suffer…why didn’t you tell me baby?” he asked you softly.

“I…I don’t know honestly…I’ve felt ashamed…my family was only just a bad and big mistake and I didn’t want you too see me as a mistake too…I just hoped it never got this far…” you cried into his shoulder.

“It’s okay baby…you’re so strong mon amour, I love you so much” he said while stroking your hair.

Olivier came next in your room and talked to you. He said how he wanted you to live with him and he absolutely hated the idea of you going back to your old home.

Olivier took care of you almost like a father and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Oli can I talk to you for a minute?” Kylian asked him as they both exited your room to let you rest.

“I know you care for her…thank you so much for what you’ve been doing for her…for letting her stay. I asked her to stay but I feel like it’s too early and after she’s going through I don’t want to pressure her…but I see how you care for her, thank you” Kylian confessed to Olivier.

“I do really care for her Kylian, she’s like the daughter I’ve never had…seeing her in so much pain hurts me too…I’m doing everything in my power to help her” Olivier said back.

“I know…I just want you to know that she’s safe with me, she will always be safe with me” Kylian said.

“She better be or you’re dead Kyky de Bondy” Olivier joked as the boys got back into your room just to see you fast asleep.

Yes, your life sucked but you got a bit lucky in having not one, but two guardian angels looking over you.

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

'Triggerfinger'

S2 ep9

Its dark and Daryl and I are still both leaned up against the tree chatting here and there but mostly just enjoying each other's presence.  I'm just about to tell Daryl we should probably start making our way up towards Hershel's house when I hear hurried footsteps coming towards us. I turn my head peaking around the tree to see carol speed walking towards us. "We can't find Lori and the others aren't back yet either" she says. I furrow my eyebrows and cock my head to the side a bit "what?" Lori wouldn't just leave without telling anyone, she wouldn't leave her son by himself without telling him where she was going. 

"That dumb bitch must've gone off lookin' for 'em" Daryl responds nonchalantly. "What?" carol asks confused on why he'd even guess that, so am I so I turn back towards him with my eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, she asked me to go. told her I was done being an errand boy" he explains "you didn't say anything?" I ask. id assume he'd at least tell me her plan, we've been sitting here for hours talking and he didn't even tell me she came to him. he doesn't answer just sighs which pisses off carol, so she begins to storm off before quickly turning around "don't do this..please, I've already lost my girl" she says. he pushes me off of him and pushes himself up off of the ground. he walks up to carol getting in her face and saying "yeah, that wasn't my problem neither" before storming off. I don't understand why the littlest things will set him off, we were having a nice time and then Lori is brought up and now he's mad. 

carol looks down at me before turning around and running back off towards Hershel's house. I sigh as I push the stray hairs in my face back. people say all women are bipolar, but I think all men are. Daryl's emotions change by the fucking minute. I get up off the ground and follow carol back to Hershel's house. she's already there explaining to the others what Daryl had said so I just stand there with my arms folded over my chest. "She asked Daryl to go into town. must've done it herself" carol explains. carl covers his mouth as he whimpers, Andrea looks down at him and says "hey..." trying to comfort him but he runs off. "Hey carl..." Andrea says as she attempts to follow him. "I-I um I can talk to him" I say before following after him. I'm close with carl, and his family I know what to say, I think. "Hey carl-" before the sound of a car starting up and driving off interrupts me. I turn to see its Shane speeding off. "Hey carl" he stops and turns around with his brows furrowed. "Come sit with me alright honey" I say grabbing his hand and leading him over to Hershel's porch. we both take a seat on the steps, and I say "you know your mom's going to be alright" I say. he sighs as he looks at his lap and shrugs. "Your mom is really fuckin' strong and Shane's going out to look for her. he wouldn't leave her out there without searching every inch of this town."

"She didn't tell me" He whispers, I nod "I know, but she was really worried about your dad." he nods, and I pat his knee which makes him look up at me before saying "but she told Daryl" He whispers. sometimes I forget carl is just a child and might not understand everything I do. "She wanted him to go, but he was mad...he's been mad all day so she went by herself" I say trying to explain to him why she told Daryl and no one else. "I just don't want my mom to get hurt" he says as a tear rolls down his cheek. I nod "I know...I don't want her to get hurt either...but Shane will find her, and everything will be alright" I say as I grab his chin and wipe the tear off of his cheek. "How bout we go to my tent and distract ourselves until Shane and your mom gets back? I've got a bunch of books you can look through if you want to find one for yourself to read?" he nods with a faint smile on his lips. 

carl and I walk over to where Daryl's tent is set up. no one's there just a line of rope set up between two trees hanging up some rabbit and other small animals he must've scrounged up recently. I walk over to the tent and unzip it before peeking in. no ones in there so I let carl in first before getting in and zipping it back up. I grab a black bag that is set on my side before handing him the bag "there's a lot of books in there I think you'll like" I say. most of the books I had grabbed before leaving my apartment just happened to be books my mother and grandmother gave me throughout my childhood, any other books I have gathered along the way through going through bookstores, or Walmart's. he unzips it and starts going through the books. I've put them in order from books for younger children to older preteen/teen books. I always hoped id be able to give them to my children but now I don't think that'll happen and I'd love to share them with some child no matter what. I hear some footsteps outside that I assume is just Daryl and I don't think he'll mind that carl is here. 

"What are you doin'?" I hear Daryl say which spooks me a bit. then I hear carol say, "keeping an eye on you" carl looks up at me as if he's saying, 'should we say were here?' I shake my head and whisper "don't worry about them." 

"aint you a peach?" Daryl says sarcastically. I watch as carl takes each book in hand and looks at the cover before flipping it around to the back. he sits for a few seconds reading the back before placing the book back down and grabbing another. "I'm not going to let you pull away...you've earned your place." carol says. I hear Daryl scoff before saying "if you spent half your time mindin' your daughter's business instead of stickin' your nose in everybody else's she'd still be alive!" carl looks up at me again as if he's asking if we should still be here, but there is really no way to just leave without looking weird, so I whisper, "it's fine." 

"Go ahead" carol whispers, and I can imagine it paired with a shrug. "Go ahead and what?" carol doesn't answer so Daryl shouts "just go! I don't want you here!" I don't hear anything from either of them until Daryl says "you're a real piece of work lady" carl looks up at me again and I whisper yet again "it's fine" so he goes back to the books sat in front of him. I'm surprised neither carol nor Daryl have heard us, but we are trying our best to be quiet. "What, are you gonna make this about my daddy or some crap like that? pfft! man, you know jack. you're afraid." I feel wrong for listening in on this rather personal conversation, but I was here first, and it would be awkward to leave the tent now. I reach over and pick up a book that carl had discarded a few minutes ago. it's a small picture book about a duck I had gotten when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade. the front cover has the very childlike illustrations of a duck on it with the stereotypical sun in the corner and sticks of grass coming out of the ground. I remember receiving it as at my 7th birthday and that's all I really remember by just looking at the cover. "you're afraid 'cause you're all alone. you got no husband, no daughter. you don't know what to do with yourself. and you aint my problem! Sophia wasn't mine! all you had to do was keep an eye on her!" Daryl shouts. I can tell he's frustrated, and I think we all are, but I don't think he really needed to take it out on carol. carol is already dealing with her own shit, and she doesn't need Daryl taking out his frustrations about his own childhood and him failing to find Sophia on her. 

when I hear both walk away, I say, "come on let's go" and we both get out of the tent and run back towards Hershel's house. right when we are running up towards the house, we see Shane's car pull back in but there's still no Rick, Glenn, and Hershel. that makes me really worried because they left earlier before the sun even began to set. Shane gets out of the car first and then Lori stumbles out of the car. were all walking towards the car in a hurry "oh my god, are you alright? what happened?" 

"I was in an accident. I'm fine, I'm fine" Lori try's saying but Shane cuts her off "she was attacked." Lori kind of rolls her eyes at Shane and says, "I'm fine I really am where's rick?" no one answers her. she looks at all of us with her brows furrowed "they're not back?" Lori then looks over at Shane before saying "where are they?" Shane sighs as he slowly turns back towards Lori "look i had to get you back here." he says. "You asshole" everyone is silent as we watch Lori march up to him "Lori-" Shane is about to say something probably trying to excuse his actions when Lori shoves him which surprises all of us, I push carl behind me mostly to kind of protect him if it gets more violent than a shove but also, so he doesn't have to see the two fights. "he's, my husband!" Lori continues to shove at him, hit him, and punch at him as he tries to push her off. 

"Lori, I will go after him. I will find him" Shane says as he pushes Lori off of him "hey! now look, first things first I gotta- I gotta look after you, I gotta make sure the baby's alright, okay?" that makes us all freeze. everyone else here doesn't know well, I think. I only knew she had told Glenn, rick, and I. I think everyone else is a little in shock I am too but not because she's pregnant but because Shane knows. "you're having a baby?" carl asks popping out from behind me. everyone looks over at carl mouths gaping open in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't know she hadn't told carl, I assumed he'd at least be one of the first know. "I-I-I" Lori is truly speechless, she has nothing to say no excuses, not even 'I was going to' or 'I was waiting until we knew it was true'. Shane sighs before shaking his head and resting his hands on the hood of his car. Carls eyes dart back and forth from his mother to Shane. dale breaks through the thick awkward silence by saying "come on. let's make sure you're alright." Andrea also steps in saying "come on" as she hovers her hand behind Lori's back as they begin to walk. Maggie also goes inside leaving just Shane, t-dog, carl, and I out there. 

"let's go sit on the steps and wait for your mom" I say ushering the young boy away from Shane. I didn't know how much Shane knew but by the way he looked and how he said 'the baby' I just knew he thought it was his and I didn't want him telling carl bullshit. carl and I take a seat on Hershel's front steps when carl whispers "why didn't she tell me?" I shrug before muttering "I-I-" he quickly cuts me off though "did you know?" I nod as I look down at my lap. I didn't know if he knew, and I wasn't going to ask him about it just in case. "Why didn't you tell me?" carl doesn't understand that it wasn't my place, he doesn't understand why I knew before he did, why Shane knew before he did. I understood that feeling being so young, and no one thinks you're mature enough, no one wants to tell you anything even if it's about your own mother. maybe we just forgot, maybe she just forgot to tell him, life has been so hectic lately and she didn't know if she wanted to keep it. "it's not my place carl" I say he nods before standing up and saying "I'm-I'm going to go inside" he whispers before I hear the sound of shoes against the wood and then the open and shut of the front door.

I haven't really had time to worry about Glenn, and how he's still not back. if it was a few weeks back and we were still at the quarry I'd be pacing back and forth waiting for him to come back but now I'm just busy. busy with Daryl, and carl, busy with my own life figuring out feelings and how I want to live out the rest of my life. I guess now Glenn isn't the only one I have to worry about now. before Glenn was the best thing in my life and I'm not saying that he isn't anymore it's just now my life doesn't revolve around his existence. I still think I wouldn't be able to live without him but now I have more people who could help with losing him. Glenn also has more than just me to care about he has a potential girlfriend and I have a boyfriend which is definitely not something I thought I'd be able to say. but now I'm finding myself with nothing to busy myself with so I'm reverting back to old habits. my knee bouncing up and down waiting for that car to pull up, my heart beating loudly against my chest, hoping that when they come back, he'll be coming out of that car. now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I've actually changed that much I've really just been giving myself other people to worry about, so I don't worry about him. maybe it's because I don't want to seem like that kind of 'girl best friend'. I don't want to seem like the girl everyone thinks he's dating like I used to. I don't want to upset either of our partners by being so close. maybe it's because of that time we kissed, and I thought there could be a possibility that the reason I was so attached to Glenn was because I liked him. I don't want to make Maggie uncomfortable with me being friends with him so maybe that's made me walk on eggshells around him and I like Maggie and I don't want her not to like me. maybe I don't want Daryl to think that Glenn is competition. I've just felt the need to dial down how much I care for him. I'm allowed to care my best friend, but I don't want to make others uncomfortable by how much I care because how much I care is the amount I would care for a very serious partner in the old world. 

but now I'm on the verge of tears as I sit on the front steps of Hershel's house praying for him to be alright. because I can't lose him, he's my best friend and the first person who I felt actually cared about me. I hear someone walk up the step and then stop right at the top. "it's late you shouldn't be out here alone" I hear Shane with his signature country drawl. "I'm fine, I'm waiting for Glenn" I whisper before setting my elbow on my knee and resting my cheek against my palm. he sighs " I can wait with ya until they come back" he offers "it's fine Shane, Daryl will be pissed if he sees you with me. just go inside" I hear Shane scoff before the door opens and then slams shut. 

it's really late when I decide to call it a night. they still haven't come back. if I wasn't almost dozing off every two seconds id wait until daylight. I walk over to where Daryl has set up camp, I don't see him waiting outside of the tent, so I assume he's asleep. I take my shoes off and set them next to the tent before unzipping the tent as quiet as I possibly can and get in. I notice my books have been placed back in their bag and set off to the side. Daryl is turn towards his side of the tent with his blanket covering his body. I zip the tent back up before starting to get under my covers. Daryl turns around which kind of scares me because I thought he was sleeping. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asks with his brows raised. it's not like he's mad just curious. "I was waiting for Glenn to come back but they haven't yet soo..." I whisper. he nods as I continue getting under the covers. once I'm comfortable with the way the blankets are placed on me, I turn away from Daryl. a few seconds later I feel Daryl's arm resting gently against my waist. I grab his hand and lace my fingers between his. "Night....love you" I whisper, I don't get a verbal response, but I do get a small hand squeeze. I try closing my eyes and sleeping but I can't, I'm too worried to sleep. after about an hour of trying extra hard to sleep i decide to turn around towards Daryl and see if he is still up. 

his eyes are closed which makes me assume he's sleeping. I press my left hand to his chest and feel the slow and rhythmic beats of his heart. I let out an almost relieved sigh which wakes him up. his eyes slowly open "wha's wrong?" he asks his voice deep and raspy. "nothing" I whisper and let out a sigh before adding "can't sleep." he just nods before taking an arm and draping it over my waist. he takes his hand and presses it against my lower back pushing me closer to him. I press my head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart before slowly falling asleep. 

-

I wake up to sunlight seeping through the thin fabric of the tent. Daryl is still asleep, but I want to get up just to see if Glenn is back, so I wiggle out of Daryl's grip and get out of the tent. I grab my shoes and zip the tent back up before sitting on the ground to put my shoes back on. when I'm about to start tying my left shoe I hear the tent unzip and Daryl peak out of the tent. "Where the hell ya goin'?" he asks "to go see if Glenn's back yet" his brows furrow together "do ya really got to go check so early?" he asks which makes me stop and turn towards him. "it's not early and I have to check, he didn't come back last night Daryl." he groans and rolls his eyes before coming out of the tent. I don't know if Daryl is jealous, but his response leads me to believe he is. "I've just gotta check and then I'll be back" I say as I lace up my left shoe and push myself up off of the ground. "I'll be right back" I say as wipe the leaves off of my bottom as I begin to walk towards Hershel's house. I expect Daryl to stay near his tent, maybe even go back to sleep but he follows shortly behind me. when I get to Hershel's house the first thing, I look for is the car they took, it's not there. I feel like my heart just leapt into my throat. he's never been gone this long it's almost been 12 hours. every worst imaginable situation comes to mind. what if they got swarmed and they all got bit, what if someone killed them. I feel a hand on my shoulder that breaks me from the never-ending cycle of picturing the worst things that could've happened. "Are ya alright?" Daryl asks. I shake my head as I turned towards him "they-they're still not back yet."

-

I don't know what to do and waiting around isn't helping my anxieties or anyone else's so the group has decided to send out a small group to look for them. the group is made of Shane, Daryl, Andrea, t-dog, and me. I don't think this is going to be hard 'search and rescue mission' because we know exactly where they should be. right when we are packing up the car with weapons and shit a car starts to pull up the long dirt road to Hershel's house. it's a red SUV type of car. we all turn and watch as it gets closer and closer to the house. once its close enough to tell who is inside, I can tell its rick and Hershel in the front seats. I'm just finally feeling like I can breathe again. I feel like I've been holding my breath since late last night and now I'm finally able to breathe again.

the first person to get out of the car is rick and then Hershel. Hershel has a faint bit of blood on his white tee-shirt that catches my attention. Lori and carl come speed walking towards rick "dad!" carl giggles out as he hugs his father. then the next person to get out is Glenn, he's got a somber look on his face as Maggie rushes past her father to hug Glenn. Glenn doesn't hug back but just kind of stands there until she's finished, which surprises me because he's been very upfront with how attracted he was to her. Hershel is a little surprised by the lack affection from his daughter but continues to walk towards his house, he's got a kind of traumatized look on his face as well, similar to the one on Glenn's face. "Patricia prepare the shed for surgery." I'm confused because who the hell needs surgery but that thought is put on pause when Glenn continues to walk until he reaches me, he drops the gun in his hand and then wraps his arms around me in a big hug. this surprises me a bit because he had just kind of stood there in a hug with his girlfriend but almost suffocates me in a hug 2 seconds later. maybe a few weeks ago he would but I feel like these types of hugs are very I don't know intimate, a type of hug that is specifically saved for big moments, not a just I've missed my best friend hug. I wrap my arms around him none the less. "are you alright?" I whisper, he doesn't answer just squeezes tighter. everyone else is also talking mostly asking questions about what happened but I ignore them. well ignore them until t-dog kind of shouts "who the hell is that?" 

I peak over Glenn not letting go but just moving my head a bit to see a man in the back seat with a bandana wrapped around his eyes. Glenn just responds with "that's Randall" not much of an explanation but it tells us who he is. "Are you alright Glenn?" I ask again as I kind of pull away from him "I'm fine" he whispers with a nod but that doesn't convince me so I grab his face with my hand and examine for any cuts or bruises kind of how a mom would after their kid falls down. "you're not hurt, are you?" I ask, everyone else begins to walk towards the car but Glenn and I stay in our spots. he chuckles lightly before slapping my hand away "I'm fine" I hug him again this time leaning my head onto his shoulder a bit. "I was so worried I stayed up all night waiting" I whisper.

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we all end up in Hershel's dining room sitting around the table as rick explains to us who the hell Randall is and why he was with them. I'm sitting next to Glenn per his request and Maggie is stood up pushed against the wall across from us. what I've learned is he got hurt really bad and they just happened to be there, and with morals and shit they couldn't just leave him there. "We couldn't just leave him behind, he would've bled out.... if he lived that long" rick explains which kind of explains why Glenn is upset, but Glenn has seen much worse in Atlanta, maybe even before that. I guess I just assumed that were all desensitized to violence, blood, and killing. "it's gotten bad in town" Glenn speaks up Maggie's got a kind of surprised but also angry look on her face.

 I don't know if she's angry at Glenn for kind of ignoring her hug or because they brought a random person into their house, but I can tell she's upset. I watch as Glenn ignores Maggie's eye contact as she angrily stares down at Glenn. "What do we do with him?" asks Andrea. rick is about to answer when Hershel comes through the doorway behind rick. "I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage. won't be on his feet for at least a week" Hershel explains as he wipes his hands off on a hand towel. rick then steps in explaining what we're going to do after Randall is back on his feet. "When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way" I think that's a fair trade, it's enough to make sure are group is safe but also to make sure that the man can at least fend for himself and not get eaten to death by walkers.

 "isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" asks Andrea as Daryl comes in through the back door. his hair seems a bit more groomed than I've seen it before, it kind of looks like he's gotten a haircut, and I can't help but think that he looks so handsome like that. "at least he'll have a fighting chance" I say as I place my elbows onto the table. "Just gonna let him go?" questions Shane. "He knows where we are." Shane says with a shrug "he was blind folded the whole way here, he's not a threat" rick says, it's like Shane didn't see the blind fold wrapped around his eyes. I understand Shane's concern but is a man with a bad leg really a threat and if his friends come looking for him wouldn't it be a little hypocritical since they left him to die? 

 "Not a threat" scoffs Shane "how many of them were there?" his brows furrow up in anger then he begins to try and make rick seem like the bad guy "you killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?" Shane always tries to make it seem like he's a so much better leader than rick even though Shane has been a cold, dark man for as long as I've known him, this world didn't make him like this, he's had it in him for a very long time, and this gives him an excuse to show his real personality. he's murdered, tried to steal another man's family, and tried to sexually assault 2 women now possible more beforehand. "They left him for dead. no one is looking!" shouts rick. 

I don't think you can call a man your friend if you are going to leave them for dead once they get hurt. I know Shane has experience doing that, leaving people for dead, lying saying they're dead, saying they died a hero when he really killed them, maybe Shane would fit in more with that group if they decided to come around looking for Randall. "We should still post a guard" t-dog says. I think we should have some extra surveillance just in case, but I don't think they will come looking. I know I wouldn't go looking for a person I left for dead. "he's out cold right now, will be for hours" Hershel pipes up to detour the conversation from the possibility of dangerous people coming for us to the hurt man. "You know what? I'm gonna get him some flowers and candy." Shane says sarcastically which makes me roll my eyes. that part of Shane has made me hate Shane the most because he's just this cruel man who has no hope for humans, who thinks he can fuck people over because it's fun, he's a man who thinks he can stomp on people just because they're weaker than him.

he then scoffs as he begins to walk away "look at this, folks we back in fantasyland" I don't know why Shane thinks we can't be kind anymore just because life as we had known it has ended, I don't know why this situation makes him thinks all morals are off the table. "You know we haven't even delt with what you did at my barn yet" Hershel says as he starts to follow after Shane slowly. Shane turns and begins to walk menacingly towards Hershel "let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all this is my farm. now I wanted you gone. rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. so do us both a favor keep your mouth shut." it surprises me because Shane's mouth is shut the entire time even when he turns to leave the only thing to come out of his mouth is a sigh. he didn't even try to argue as Hershel spoke, which is very surprising and out of character. normally no one can speak to Shane like that, he's the boss and no one can tell him to shut his mouth, but now Hershel and rick are the bosses and Shane knows it. Shane knows he's been dethroned and can no longer use he's menacing leader role to get what he wants. 

Shane leaves the house with a big sigh and leaving the door open, but there is no protest from him which I would count as a win. rick walks over to Hershel and places his hand on his shoulder "we're not gonna do anything about it today. let's just cool off." Andrea has this look on her face which makes her look like she's uncomfortable in the situation or at least with the situation that just went on. I don't know why but recently Andrea has been defending Shane more and more, and it doesn't surprise me when she's the first to leave most likely following after Shane. Andrea's actions, her getting up and leaving causes everyone else to get up too. Daryl leaves almost immediately making me assume he's scared to talk to carol after what he said yesterday. I get up and whisper to Glenn "I'll be out in my spot if you need me" before leaving the house. both him and Daryl know what i mean by 'my spot' it's a nice big, shaded tree near the edge of Hershel's property and close to the horse stables. it's nice and it gives me a good look out into the woods if I really need to, it's also a really quiet place to just think, or do whatever I want to do without the drama of our group with loris pregnancy, the barn, Sophia, and this new Randall guy it's kind of good to just have a break from this. 

I'm sat up against the tree with my gun beside me, like always, and an old photo album in hand. sometimes I just look through the old pictures, remembering how good life was back then. the photo album was the first thing I grabbed before fleeing my apartment. I didn't grab a gun, or a knife, or even clothing and food. I grabbed an old photo album full of old pictures from my childhood. I remember just throwing books into my bag before leaving I didn't know if I'd be able to come back but I didn't want to leave them if I was going to be able to, so I packed them. I didn't care if it would be too heavy, I just wanted to keep the memories that were attached to them. maybe that's just me, I want to keep any and all memory of the old world because it was so beautiful compared to the world now.

I turn the page to see a picture of my brother and I with my cousin Theresa at the beach. my brother looks about 10 and my cousin and I look about 12 or 13. my cousin had black long hair that reached about mid back and green eyes, she has this pink one piece on that I remember my aunt had made her wear even though she despised the color pink at the time. my brother's hair was a dusty blonde color at the time which is why I assume he is around 10, he has a necklace around his neck which has a shark tooth hung on the thick black rope like chain, and a pair of green swimming shorts. I have my hair pulled back in a ponytail, and I've got a gold chained necklace around my neck that I remember my grandmother had bought me for easter that year. my brother has a big smile on his face as he holds up a small hermit crab shell in his hand, and my cousin has her arm wrapped around my neck pulling me closer to her. I remember this being around July of 1999 and we were on our yearly family vacation, my older cousins were 'too cool' to be in the photo with us, so they were standing behind my mother who was taking the photo. 

"hey" I look up to see Glenn standing to my left. "Hey..." I reply as he takes a seat next to me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I pull the picture out of the book and hand it to him as I say, "looking at old pictures", he nods as he takes the picture in his hands. "So, what's up with you?" I ask  his brows furrow together as he looks at me, I roll my eyes and say "you gave me the tightest hug I've ever gotten early I know somethings wrong Glenn" his lips press together in a straight line before he sighs and says "well I-I was getting shot at earlier and I kind of froze, Hershel and rick needed me and I froze" I grab his hand and squeeze it as I whisper "Glenn-" he cuts me off as he continues talking "and I think I froze because Maggie told me she loves me" my eyes widen. I don't know why he seems so upset about that "why is that such a bad thing?" I ask with my brows furrowed "because I don't think she actually loves me" I roll my eyes. Glenn is the most idiotic man I've ever met; he thinks Maggie doesn't actually love him that's so stupid. I've known that woman was madly in love with my best friend since the first time I saw them interact, the look in her eyes every time she looks at him is enough to tell and if Glenn thinks she's not in love with him then I think he's a damn fool. "Why would you think that" I say with a scoff as I scoot a little away from him, and then lay my head into his lap. he shrugs "I Dunno what if she just likes me because I'm the last attractive guy alive" I scoff "you are the stupidest man I've ever met" he rolls his eyes "just help me" he begs. I sigh "do you think I only like Daryl because he's the last guy I find attractive alive?" he shrugs "I don't know do you?" he asks as he leans his head against the tree. "no. I love him because he's really sweet when you get to know him, and he cares for me, and it does help that he's got a nice face and big muscles. and he's not the only guy I find attractive" I say with a laugh which makes Glenn scoff and roll his eyes. I think I fell in love with daryl in Atlanta when I got shot and he stayed with me. he just was really sweet in his own way that day. I think that day was somehow the best day of my life even though Glenn got kidnapped and I got shot. "Anyways I know Maggie loves you, and I think you should listen to me if you want to keep your girlfriend."

I push myself up and lean against the tree again "so who's this other guy you're attracted to?" Glenn asks I kind of freeze because I don't think I'm really attracted to anyone else right, I just said that to make a point, but I did kind of have a crush on Glenn when I first met him. it wasn't really a crush I just kind of thought he was cute. so, if you really think about it at first, I only liked Glenn because he was the last guy alive, I found attractive. "Well, I found you really attractive when I first met you" he bursts out laughing "you were so traumatized you were frozen in fear when we met!" I was but that didn't stop me from finding a guy cute. he had sat next to me for hours until I finally spoke to him, he was so sweet it was kind of hard not to think he's cute. "Well, I did date a lot of guys like you in high school, so I guess I already had a type."

he gasps before saying "what do you mean guys like me?!" through laughs. I shrug as I laugh as well "you know what I mean" soon enough were both laughing hysterically for no good reason, just because we keep making eye contact and then we're laughing again. during times like this it makes me forget everything that has happened, all the death, the heartbreak it all goes away. it's like it never happened and I get to be myself again.

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Five Stages of Mamma Mia

Fandom: Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Catherine Johnson is Jason's bio mom and Jason doesn't know who his father is. (Jason Todd is Jason Johnson for fic reasons).

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jason Blood, Catherine Todd Mention, Bruce Wayne, Willis Todd Mention

Relationship(s): Past Catherine Todd/Jason Blood, Past Catherine Todd/Bruce Wayne, Past Catherine Todd/Willis Todd

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Mamma Mia-inspired AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Father-Son Relationship(s), Jason Todd Experiences the Five Stages of Grief

Chapter Eleven: When All Is Said And Done (Bargaining)

Jason slept until late into the night, tossing and turning, mumbling something about his mother. After a few minutes, he sat up with a start and called out for her. Jason took a breath once he realized where he was, but seeing Bruce in the room startled him so terribly that he hit the back of his head on the headboard. "Ouch!" Jason whined. Bruce jumped up from his chair and checked the back of Jason's head. "I'm okay, you just—. You scared me," Jason reassured him. Bruce relaxed his shoulders. "I've only had one other child in my life, and —objectively speaking— I was terrible with him. I made a lot of mistakes with how I—. That's not your problem. I'm oversharing, aren't I?" Bruce smiled an awkward half-smile.

"It's okay... Does your other kid not like you or something?" Jason asked. "Dick's his name... Right?" Bruce nodded.

"How do you feel?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. "You—." "Mr. Blood went out, didn't he?" Jason interrupted. Bruce nodded his head. "You're probably not doing as bad—. Well, I'll show you." Jason carefully pulled out the small stack of photos from his mother's diary and looked through them until he found one of himself and Catherine when he was four. He handed it to Bruce. "How'd you end up in the hospital?" Bruce asked. "I met the third guy once, I think. Willis. He babysat me for a couple of days when my mom was sick. He gave me a watch. I tried to sell it to buy food when I got older, and do you know the pawn shop owner had me arrested?" Jason chewed his lip as he held back tears. He took a deep breath. "I never thought that he could be my dad. Why would I? I mean... What kind of dad offers you a watch and then beats you so badly that you end up in the hospital for a week and a half because you won't take it?" Jason turned his head and wiped his tears away with one swipe of his sleeve. "Jason—." "Before that happened, he was nice to me. So nice that after my mom came home and called 9-1-1 and I woke up in the hospital, I lied to the police. My mom told me to tell the truth, and I wouldn't. I didn't want to get him in trouble. I'd never seen my mom that mad at a guy before... I think that's the only time I was ever afraid of her. Looking back, I think she was hurt because she trusted him. She'd only ever left me with him. Nobody else. Ever," Jason let out a shaky breath, "I wished I had told the truth when she was alive." "He's dead," Bruce revealed without thinking. Jason pulled his knees up to his chest and swallowed hard. "Did you—? Did—?" "No. No, absolutely not. I don't kill anyone," Bruce reassured Jason. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that until Jason—. Mr. Blood got back. And if you said all that to me because you're afraid of me, you don't have to worry." "I didn't tell you because of that. I told you because I couldn't remember it until now, and I wanted you to know the bar isn't all that high for me," Jason whispered. Bruce sat at the edge of Jason's bed. "You're gonna stay here even after I go back to sleep, right?" Bruce nodded. Jason lay down, and Bruce pulled his blankets up. "I feel like I should say something comforting," Bruce whispered. Jason shook his head. "Can you tell me a story instead?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded and moved to sit in the chair across the room, but Jason grabbed his arm. "I just shared something about my childhood with you. You don't have to go." Bruce nodded and lay back.

"Okay... Are you too old for fairy stories?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. "You want something real or a metaphor?" "A metaphor," Jason whispered. Bruce settled in and took a breath. "There used to be a strawberry patch at the center of the world. It was the first of its kind, and since then, there's never been another like it... In that strawberry patch lived all sorts of creatures. Snails and frogs, cats and dogs, but most importantly, birds... And as I said, the strawberries were special. The seeds were no ordinary seeds. "The seeds weren't seeds at all. They were jewels that granted wishes. Their heart's deepest desires were just a bite away, but there was a catch, as there always is... They could only make one wish a day. There were a variety of birds that lived near the strawberry patch. A starling, a magpie, and a jackdaw were among the few. "The first to make a wish was a goldfinch. The goldfinch ate a single strawberry and wished to be warriors. They fiercely protected their own but often succumbed to bouts of cruelty. "The magpie came next. It had stars in its eyes and wished for riches. However, the concept of wealth was subjective, and the magpie's eye for things that glittered in the sun proved to be too much for the little bird—." Jason breathed heavily before throwing an arm over Bruce. "Jason? I never told you what the jackdaw wished for," Bruce whispered, "The jackdaw wished for nothing... And in turn, he got everything..." Bruce patted Jason's arm and smiled at him. Etrigan entered through Jason's window and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead. He left the room without a word, and Bruce stayed in place by Jason's side. "I think you ended up with three fathers anyway," Bruce grinned, "Sweet dreams, I guess." He stared at the ceiling, wondering if he'd made a mistake telling Jason about Willis Todd. He'd have to explain that to Mr. Blood in the morning.