#when my dad was dying he told my uncle that my uncle had to take care of the kids. and my uncle takes that really seriously

[moregraceful]

Applying to SaaS jobs in order to create the world's most unhireable resume. (rn it's: library. nonprofit (religious). nonprofit (human trafficking). nonprofit (religious again). and next...??) i hope when i have to submit a cv for grad school at some point, the admissions counselor has to call me and ask for clarification.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Hexed?

Dean Winchester & daughter!reader, Sam Winchester & niece!reader

Requested by anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: you get your period for the first time, and Sam and Dean help you through it

Warnings: blood, period, crying, fluff

You awoke in the middle of the night, unsure at first what had woken you up. Then a sudden, stabbing pain in the pit of your gut had a pained gasp escaping your lips.

“What…” you mumbled as you pulled your blankets aside and clicked on your lamp. Another gasp, this time one of shock, came out as you saw blood covering your sheets and blankets. The gasp was followed by a whimper as another wave of pain washed over you.

You didn’t understand; you hadn’t been injured anywhere recently, and certainly not down there…

The only thing you could think of was a witch—Rowena had been around lately, and though she seemed to be on your side, could you really be sure? She could have left a hex bag in your room, something that would make you bleed to death! You checked your mouth, your nose, your ears—anywhere else that you could be bleeding from—but nothing; it was just between your legs. Your chest was tight, your throat constricted, as panicked gasps left you. You tried to take deep breaths—you needed to keep calm—but it wasn’t very effective.

You wanted to go and get your dad and Uncle Sam, but first you decided to do a quick sweep of the room; you didn’t find any hex bags.

You made your way awkwardly towards your fathers room, very aware of the blood running down your right leg. Your hands were shaking as you reached out to knock on his door, and when you looked down you realized that all of you was shaking.

Dean opened the door, rubbing his face and looking half asleep.

“N/N? What are you doing up?”

“I-I-I…” you swallowed hard and tried again to speak past your tears. “I think I got hexed.”

Dean was suddenly alert, his eyes fully open and his stance straight.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Im ble-bleeding and it won’t stop,” you sobbed.

“Bleeding? Where?” It was too dark for Dean to see the growing stain on your pajama pants.

“Um…my-my…” you were suddenly shy, struck with how awkward it felt to talk about this with your father. You clammed up, alarming Dean.

“Commere,” he said, opening his room for further and gesturing you in. He clicked on his bedroom lamp and looked you up and down. It took him mere seconds to see the blood on your pants, and to your surprise he relaxed completely. “Oh kiddo…”

His lips began to twitch ever-so-slightly, and now it looked like he was having an internal battle. Was he…

“Are you smiling?!” You demanded. “Dad, I could be dying!”

A single second of laughter escaped him before he schooled his features, noting how scared you were.

“Honey, you’re not dying, I swear. This is totally normal.”

“Normal? How could this be normal, I’m bleeding!” Dean’s nonchalance just made you more frustrated, which just made more tears fall.

“Hey, hey ok,” Dean’s voice was gentle and understanding. “Just take a seat and I’m gonna go get Sam. He can get you what you need for this and while he’s gone I’ll explain it.”

“Do-do we have to tell Uncle Sam?” You mumbled, still embarrassed, but less panicked.

“Trust me, Uncle Sam knows what this is too. It’s not gonna bother him a bit.”

“Ok.” You nodded your assent. “But-but I can’t sit on your bed, I’ll get blood all over your sheets.”

“Just sit, I’ll wash them later, ok?” Only after you’d hesitantly sat on your dad’s bed did he leave to get Sam.

…

Dean was just wrapping up his explanation when Sam returned with a Walmart bag and a gentle smile.

“Hey there,” he greeted. “How are we doing?”

“Um—ok,” you mumbled. Now that you understood you weren’t dying, you were more embarrassed than anything. “Sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t apologize,” Dean insisted. “I should’ve told you earlier, I just…I thought I’d have another year or two.” Dean ruffled your hair. “You’re growing up fast, kiddo.”

Your lips twitched up—only a little—and Dean grinned before turning to take the bag from Sam.

“Ok, what do we have here?”

“Uh—“ Sam scratched the back of his neck. “Well I asked this lady that was buying some of this stuff herself, just to make sure I got everything. I got pads and tampons, because she said that Y/N should get to pick. Then I got a heating pad—that’s supposed to help with cramps. I got this one that you can plug in, it looks easy to use, but then I got this one shaped like a teddy bear that you can put in the microwave.” Sam reached into the bag as he spoke, pulling out each item in turn. Sure enough, he pulled out a little brown bear, and you smiled. “And then I got a lot of chocolate, and some, uh…” Sam pulled out a bottle. “I don’t really know what they are, but it’s supposed to be better for cramps and stuff than Advil, so…”

Looking at all the stuff on the table, you felt incredible overwhelmed. You needed all this stuff?

“Ok.” Dean clapped his hands together. “I guess you should start with these.” He held out the box of pads and the box of tampons. You took them both, reading the instructions on the back carefully before taking both boxes with you to the bathroom. You returned a few minutes later to both men busy at work—Dean taking the sheets off his bed while Sam was returning from your room with clean clothes.

You took the clothes from Sam and retreated back into the bathroom, and after a quick shower to clean yourself off, you emerged again in clean pajamas. Dean was just returning to the room with the teddy bear fresh from the microwave, and Sam had gotten you a water bottle.

“Do you want us to take this stuff to your room?” Dean asked, and you saw his question for the open invitation that it was.

“Could I stay in here?” You asked, and Dean smiled.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get some clean sheets, and then we can go back to bed, ok?”

Not ten minutes later, Sam had returned to his room and you and Dean were getting comfortable in his bed.

“Just let me know how you’re feeling in the morning, and we’ll go from there ok?” Dean said.

“Ok,” you mumbled sleepily, burrowing into Dean’s side. “Hey dad?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure, kiddo.”

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[dcxdpdabbles]

I love your writing. It's just the best. Seriously I check dc dp tags to see if you've written anything.

By the way, can you write anythng with another dc hero or maybe a villain? Maybe Superman or Captain Marvel(Shazam) or anything. You don't have to obviously, but it would be really cool if you did.

Oh gosh, thank you! I'm glad you like my rambles. I'm happy to write you a dabble! Hope you like!

Billy Batson was expecting a lot when the Wizard told him to only break the ice crystal in dire situations. He figured if the dying man had enough time to pass on thousands of years' worth of knowledge and store Old magical artifacts, then the Crystal had to be a last resort.

He also figured it wouldn't be so darn breakable. Billy felt they should have made the last resort a little steadier if it was so important.

But no, one accidental trip over his far too worn-out pants legs had the thing shattering like cheap glass.

Billy stares at the shimmering remains, his heart pounding in his chest as the soft green glow that had always come from the crystal fades away.

"Oh no. no, no, no. I can fix this. I can fix this. " He whispers to himself, falling to his knees and scooping up the pieces. He tries to reattach them, but the crystal melts in his palms. "I can't fix this."

All this because some jerk kicked him out of his old sleeping place, down by the docks. He had been squatting in Old Man's Jackson shed ever since the man finally bit the dust, and he had been so excited to have a building all to himself. Word must have gotten around somehow because he comes back from a Justice Leauge Meeting to find a sixteen-year-old rooting through his stuff.

As a homeless ten-year-old, Billy had scrambled to reclaim his possessions, including this critical crystal, jumping on the intruder with a war cry. He got a broken arm, a black eye, and a few bruised ribs for his troubles.

Thankfully he could walk away with most of his things as the teen sneered and screamed at him while he ran away.

It's not that Billy couldn't fight off the homeless teenager, but he didn't, and to go all Captain Marvel on some random citizen. Captain Marvel can go toe to toe with Superman, but plain old Billy Batson struggles to take kids his own age. He's always been smaller than his age group, not to mention hunger's damage to him.

He returned to the abandoned subway, stumbling down the dark tunnel. Billy didn't like the place- it was damp and cold and a little too open if someone else wandered in, but it was the only place he could go for the night on such short notice. He was thinking of asking Batman if he could take more shifts on monitor duty just so he could sleep at the watch tower.

Then his pants leg got stuck on a broken stair, and he fell, sending his dew earthly possessions into the air. Now he was, blinking away the spots from the beating the teenager gave him and a powerful artifact he promised the Wizard he keep safe, broken beyond repair.

Against his will, sobs start to shake his body. The more he fought to clear his eyes from the tears, the more he began to fall. He leans his forehead on the floor, uncaring how a piece of crystal cuts his skin, causing a trail of crimson to flow down his face. What's one more scar on his already broken body?

In a moment of weakness, he violently wishes he could run to his mom for comfort. It's a fantasy. She's long gone, buried next to his dad, and his uncle was somewhere warm spending their money.

The knowledge causes more despair, and he sobs harder.

Why does he have to be here hungry, without a home, when his father's brother didn't even bother to attend their funeral is living off of his inheritance? Living great, if all the zeros he saw on the check were any indication?

Life is genuinely unfair sometimes. That's why he took being Captain Marvel so seriously. Someone had to protect people from the cruelty of life.

A swirling green portal rips open underneath him just as the trailing thought of I wish someone out there wanted to protect me just as much.

His echoing scream, the swirling green, is the last thing Billy knows before everything goes black.

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Billy wakes to the sound of someone humming. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the exhaustion and the siren call of slumber. The first thing he notices is the soft green of the walls, like the color of Easter eggs he used to paint with his Dad. He smiles at them.

It's his favorite color.

Then Billy notices his eyes getting heavy again as he slowly turns his head into the plush pillow and sinks into the warm blankets around him. His body is boneless in comfort, his eyes are closed, and he's just dropping off into dreamland when his mind finally notices that you're homeless and don't know this room. You're in danger!

Billy leaps off the bed like he's been shocked, throwing the two blankets on the ground. Glancing around, he's horrified to see he's in some kind of kid room- comics, toys, posters- all tailored to his tastes. He can even spot an archeology kit for kids sitting on a desk, just like the ones his parents used to buy him when he wanted to help out in their digs.

He always thought he actually found something in his little play rocks while waiting at one of the tents as his parents worked. They always beamed when he showed them the fake dinosaur bones he discovered in his kits.

He even has nice, fluffy pajamas. The kind that doesn't have buttons or zippers but is oversized, so they let him toss and turn in the night. His bottoms are a grey and black checker pattern, while the top has the Batman symbol proudly on the front.

Everything is perfect, from the decor, to his clothes to even the furniture placement.

It's the bedroom of his dreams.

Oh gosh, he has been Coraline-ed!

"Oh, Billy! You're up. Breakfast is ready and I just finished ironing your uniform." A man's voice says from the doorway. He swings his head around to see a man in his late twenties in an apron smiling at him. He's handsome, has fluffy black hair and baby-blue eyes, and practically embodies comforting vibes.

The other-mother.

"Who are you!?" Billy demands, fist raised. He can't go Captain Marvel with someone dead on staring at him- at least he risks his secret identity, but he has been on the streets long enough to put up a decent fight.

The man seems flabbergasted by his aggression which causes Billy to bristle until he slaps his own forehead.

"Right, forgot about the introduction. I'm Danny Fenton, and I will be your new guardian until you are old enough to care for yourself." Danny smiles, and the boy can't help but find it too pretty to be authentic. "As per your request as the champion of Magic."

Billy has been taken by someone who knows he's Captain Marvel. Which could be better on the one hand but on the other, it means he can do this.

"Shazam!" A bolt of lighting has him shifting into his adult form and flying a break neck speed towards the threat. He intends to punch Danny, but his fist is caught in Danny's palm like it's nothing.

Danny seems unimpressed. "Don't think you can Shazam yourself out of class, young man. Being a hero will cut your attendance, but I won't allow you to skip just because."

Calm yourself, child Batson Solomon says to Bill. King Phantom is here per your request for aid. He will not harm you.

What request!? I never called for him!

When you broke the Infinite Realms Crysta of distress, you called for someone to protect you like your caregivers once did. King Phantom is the most vigorous protective spirit in all the realms. He answered the call. Solomon replies. Billy can feel the god shift on his golden throne a sense of amusement. It's strange to know what the gods are doing without really seeing them He made a deal with the wizard to pose as your father until you are of age. You both are bonded by this Oath.

An oath. That made Billy feel a little better. He knows that once an Oath is made, no one in the parties involved can break it. If the Wizard had done one while borrowing Billy's body then Billy would be untouchable until the contract was done.

He has a new dad that would be bound by magic and the might of the six gods to protect him.

Billy was curious to know if that was a good thing or not. Being protected is not the same as being loved.

"Kid? You okay?" Danny asks.

"What is expected of me? What do you want me to do?" Billy counters, floating back a little now that he knows what's happening. An Oath is a two-way deal. If Danny had to pretend to be Bill's father, then Billy had to do something for Danny.

"Well, I expect you to have your teeth brushed and eat your breakfast before class, but something tells me that's not what you mean." Danny jokes with a chuckle. Billy frowns, which makes the humor on the man's face disappear. "In all honesty? You are my anchor. I haven't been in the material world for years. Not since my home dimension was destroyed by an asteroid. I missed it. I missed people."

Okay, nothing sinister. But he would never let this random stranger think he had the right to boss Billy around.

"You don't have to pretend to be my dad when we're alone. And you can't tell me what to do!" Billy hisses, expecting the man to get upset like other foster fathers had been before he ran.

Danny nods. "Sounds fair. Sorry for coming on like a fruitloop."

"A.....fruitloop?"

"A big fruitloop. One with a cat."

Right.

"You said my uniform. What uniform?" Billy asks to choose to come back to Danny's odd phrase later.

"Gotham Acadamy. I signed you up for classes-"

"We're in Gotham!? Why?!"

Danny tilts his head. "It's the only place with enough death to sustain me."

Billy is glad he is Captain Marvel right now. Otherwise, he thinks he would need more guts to ask. "Why do you need death?"

"Not death itself, more like the by-product. I need ectoplasm since I;;m a ghost." With a bright flash of twin rings, Danny shifts into a very obviously non-human form, and Billy's mouth drops.

"You're dead?!"

"So-and-so. I'm a halfa. A being dead and alive but at the same time neither" Danny rubs the back of his neck, twirling his small point tail nervously. "Yeah, it's a bit confusing. Sorry."

"It's fine....ugh so we just live in Gotham until I'm what eighteen?"

"Until your twenty." Danny winces at the glare Billy throws him. "Sorry, ghosts see adulthood as two decades for the living, two centuries for the dead. Since I'm both, I have to follow both and thus have to be your caregiver until you're twenty. I can portal you to Fawcett whenever you need to hero with the snap of my fingers. It'll be inconvenient, but I promise it will be better than the streets. And I will never, ever hurt you, Billy."

Billy crosses his arms, listening with half a ear as the gods start speaking at one, their voices and opinions a background noise he long learns to turn out until Atlas is louder than the rest.

I understand this might be a lot at once, young Batson, but accept King Phantom's help. You will no longer be alone. It is not easy carrying the world on your shoulders, trust me.

The god's words make Billy sure this is a good idea.

"Shazam!" With another burst of lighting, Billy is a kid again, stretching his neck back to make eye contact with the taller man. "Alright. You got yourself a deal .... again."

Danny grins, warm and delight dancing in his eyes. "Excellent! Lets's hurry then, we're supposed to arrive at your school early today to meet with a man in charge of your scholarship who is my new employer for computer software. That's our cover, by the way. We moved here after I got a job at the man's company."

"Who are we meeting?"

"Someone unimportant, I'm sure," Danny says, waving a hand. "My friend Clockwork set us up our background, we have the papers to prove everything."

Billy finds out that Danny really is from a different universe because how in the world could he claim Bruce Wayne as unimportant!

[amsznn]

COOK OUT - c. sturniolo

chris x black !fem reader

in which chris is invited to the reader’s yearly family cook out

warnings: none, just fluff

-

“okay, how do i look?” your focus shifted from your phone, to your boyfriend standing in front of you. he did a little spin to show off his outfit which made you laugh.

“babe you look fine, i told you this like five times now.” you sighed before getting up from the couch, while adjusting your dress.

“i know…i just,” chris sighed before continuing. “i just want everyone to like me.”

you frowned as you saw how anxious your boyfriend seemed. you cupped his face with both of your hands before smushing them together, eliciting a smile from the brunette.

“they’ll love you babe, now lets go.”

-

as you chris drew nearer to the entrance to the backyard, the music got louder, and chris’ nerves seemed to increase as well.

you took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. “we can always go home, i’ll say you’re sick or something.” you say worried your boyfriend will be uncomfortable but chris quickly shook his head to the idea.

“no baby, i want to meet everyone, and i want to see you around the people that make you happy.” you softly smiled, before leaning up to give chris a big ol smooch on the cheek. he knew how family oriented you could be, and how these barbecues were a chance to bring everyone you loved together.

you two made your way through the gate of your parents house. you began to introduce chris to a lot of your aunties and uncles that were scattered across the lawn. each of them were dying to see the boy you brought back home.

after all the introductions, you made your way inside to the kitchen, where your parents were cooking up some more delicious food.

chris had already met your parents, from various holidays and vacations, so to say the least they were more than comfortable with each other.

“my y/n, chris!” your mom exclaimed as she put a spoon down before making her way to the both of you. giving you both hugs and a few pecks on your faces.

your dad was next to greet you two as he embraced you both in a tight hug. “oh, chris, come help me flip these burgers while you’re here!” your dad said while passing chris a spatula and some paper plates.

you roll your eyes playfully. “dad, we just got here!” you laugh as your dad began to lead chris out the kitchen.

your dad simply shoo’d you off before reassuring you. “oh he’ll be fine, cmon boy.”

you gave chris an apologetic smile and he could only laugh before giving you a kiss goodbye. he followed your dad outback to help him prepare more food to serve to the guests. truthfully, he loved this. he felt like this was the best way to bond with everyone around him.

you could already see from the kitchen window the amount of uncles surrounding him at the grill. probably asking him a bunch of questions, and popping a few jokes here and there.

you also made your way outback but instead, you went to go rest at the lounge chairs where your cousins were hanging out.

you all caught up and a few of them even asked about chris here and there. complimenting him and his burger making skills which you were amused to hear.

after a while, you excused yourself to get a burger for yourself to eat. you made your way over to chris with a paper plate in hand. chris seemed to be having a conversation with one of your guy cousins but he excused himself when he saw you making your way towards him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks while adding more stuff to the grill.

“yeah, i just wanted to try a burger ‘cus everyone is talking about them.” you say while smiling and holding your plate out.

“like good talk, or bad talk?” chris asks playfully while placing a burger on your plate, before grabbing two buns to assemble your burger with.

“if it was bad talk you wouldn’t even be here anymore.” you laugh while taking back your plate.

“well i’ll be done in a few, i’ll come join you over there okay?” you nodded before turning around to make your way back to your seat.

-

about 2 hours went by with you and chris at the party. your dad finally let the poor boy go from the grill and you could finally spend sometime with each other.

chris was amazing from talking to the elderly, to even bonding with the little kids. even the grumpy teenagers were intrigued by him.

you yawned as you rose from your seat. “well, i think its time for us to go guys.” your little cousins groaned at this, not ready to say goodbye to their newfound best friend, chris.

after they bid their goodbyes, you two made way to say goodbye to everyone else. you got a lot of aunties telling you that you made a good choice with chris and hopefully he’s here to say to which you respond with a chuckle and a ‘definitely.” while chris got a lot of uncles dapping him up and bringing him into a hug as well.

your parents walked you two to your car and gave you both a goodbye hug.

“he’s coming next year right?” your dad asks almost immediately the hug ended. you and chris could only laugh and nod.

your parents waved goodbye as they watched your car drive off.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling in the passenger seat (yes chris can drive in this), which chris notices.

he takes one hand off the steering wheel and rests it on your thigh. you looked at him as you held his hand in yours. chris could feel your eyes lingering for a second more than usual.

“what?” he questions, not being able to hide the smile that was tugging at his lips.

“oh nothing..i just really love you.”

-

A/N: no foolish update todayyy sorry, possibly tmr tho! this was inspired by their one video where chris was flipping burgers. super cute 🫶🏽

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for demanding my extended family do more to help care for my grandmother?

Demand may not be the right word but I’ll let you decide.

So some info and context before I get into it. My grandmother is 90 and was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in March. She was given 6-10 months to live. I have one sibling and 6 cousins. My grandmother has 3 living children. I am the youngest (23) the other grandchildren range in age from 27-41. My father and I live close to her and my uncle and his two children live like an hour away. Everyone else is roughly 1800 miles away. My uncle and cousins that live an hour away never spend time with her. She sees them like twice a year. They will not pick up their phones when she calls. They have lied to her in the past saying that events were canceled when they were not because they didn’t want her there. Every single time in the past 4 years that I ask them to do literally anything for her they tell if it’s that important I can do it myself. In 2019 my grandfather died so I quit my job and moved in with my grandmother so she wouldn’t be alone. I planned his funeral and did everything I could to help her. I moved out at the end of 2021 because my dad moved in and I can’t live with him. I go to her house at least 5 days a week to help because my dad does very little for her. I am disabled and I have had major struggles due to that. I am the closest to my grandmother because of living with her and taking care of her. However I did not have a good relationship with her until I was 19. My dad is her least favorite child (I’m not exaggerating she literally says this) and she hated my mom and treated her like crap until 2 years ago. She does not treat anyone else like this. She adores my aunt and uncle and thinks their children are perfect and has always had good relationships with them.

Now that you have some more context here’s the situation. I applied for an out of state job in January and got an offer that I accepted the week before my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. I was supposed to move at the end of May but I moved it until the end July so I would be able to get her situated but that’s the absolute latest I can put it off for. I’m finally at a point that my health is stable enough that I can start actually building my own life. This is an extremely good opportunity that I’ll probably never get again if I pass it up. I’ve been struggling trying to find time to get all my stuff taken care because I do so much over there. My dad and aunt have now taken to saying I’m being selfish for moving. They say I’m the closest and everyone else has a life (job, relationships, kids etc.) so it’s unfair for me to leave her alone when no one else can help. They also said that I’m going to regret not helping or spending time with her. This is when I started getting really pissed. I told them I have been taking care of and spending time with her for the past 3 years. Her other son that lives 40 miles away can help he’s just choosing not to. I told them that they need to figure their shit out on their own. I said that there’s 3 kids and 8 grandkids and I’m the youngest but someone how I’m expected to do the most and I’m not allowed to have a life but everyone else is. They threw in my face that I’m disabled so any life I try to build for myself will fall apart anyway so it’s not the same as my cousins who can maintain it. They kept saying that everyone is so much farther and I’m being unreasonable. I lost it at this point and pointed out that there’s 3 other people who can be here easily that need to start caring because she’s literally dying. Why would you not spend time with someone you know is dying. Also my cousins that live far are all capable of making a trip her to see her and help for a week or so. They all have very well paying jobs, own at least one home and take 3-6 vacations a year. They have the money and time. They can skip a cruise or trip to see their dying grandmother. This is when I found one of them has been in this state fairly close 4 or 5 times to see a friend and will not tell my grandmother because he doesn’t want to “waste his time off” spending time with her. I told my aunt and dad that they have to figure this shit out on their own because I’m absolutely not giving up this huge opportunity when there is 10 other people that refuse to do shit. My grandmother does not want me to give up this job and stay here. She wants me to go so she can see at least some of life I’m trying to build. My mom is backing me up and saying they need to do more instead of putting it all on me. Everyone else in the family is saying I’m a selfish asshole that needs to suck it up and do what I’m supposed to instead of expecting them to drop everything.

So am I the asshole here???

What are these acronyms?

[heavyhitterheaux]

One of the girls starting their period and jack is the only parent home

The triplets were supposed to be doing their homework while Jack was deciding what they would do for dinner. You were currently with Maggie and having a girls day while Jack stayed home with all the kids.

Just then he heard a blood curdling scream from upstairs which startled him and soon after he heard the voice of his oldest daughter.

"DADDY!!! HELP!!"

Jack took the steps two at a time and when he got to the top of the stairs saw Autumn holding a band-aid in her hand.

"What's the band-aid for and where's your sister?"

Autumn simply pointed to the bathroom before responding.

"She said she was bleeding but won't open the door."

"DAD! THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!"

"Where is it coming from? Did you cut yourself with something?"

"NO!"

"Ivy, bubs, I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

"I…. Umm… I need mommy for this."

Just then Jack had a realization.

"Oh fuck." He said quietly but Autumn still heard him.

"DADDY! YOU CUSSED AND I'M TELLING MOMMY!" Autumn yelled as he rolled his eyes.

"Autumn, not now!"

"Now would be a great time to call your wife who I know is my mother."

"I can handle this."

"How can you handle a period when you're a boy like Axel?"

"What I do now?" Axel asked while coming out of his bedroom.

"Nothing, Ax. Autumn being extra as usual. And Autumn obviously you can't either since you want to be handing out band-aids."

Axel simply shrugged before going back in his room.

"Well I thought it was a good idea at the time and I thought it was a cut. It's your fault that we're girls anyway. The dads determine the gender."

"Make yourself useful and go get the pads and tampons from under our sink."

"Me telling you to call mommy was me being useful. We need the expert and not the amateur."

"Are you and daddy just going to argue or help me?" Ivy said while letting out a defeated sigh.

"We're coming, Ivy. Hold on." Jack answered as Autumn did what she was told.

He then heard the front door open and Clay's voice.

"JACK!"

"UP HERE!"

Clay took the steps two at a time before he heard Ivy's voice.

"UNCLE CLAY I'M DYING AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE!"

"What the? What the hell is going on?" He asked while looking over at his older brother.

"She got her period and her mother is with our mother."

"Yeah, about that. I went to go check on them since neither one of them is answering their phones and both of them are drunk off their asses. All I saw was Y/N thanking her for giving birth to the best husband that she could ask for and then that led to them both crying saying how proud they were of you. So you’re on your own with this one."

"Hmm sounds about right. AUTUMN IT DOES NOT TAKE THIS LONG AND YOU BETTER NOT BE IN MY WALLET AGAIN!"

"CAN I HAVE TEN DOLLARS?" Jack heard her yell and he simply sighed.

"NO! YOU JUST GOT YOUR ALLOWANCE YESTERDAY!"

"BUT IT'S GONE!"

"SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL PROBLEM NOW GET BACK HERE AND BRING WHAT I ASKED YOU TO!"

"I…. It's like seeing your wife grow up all over again." Clay said before laughing while all Jack did was shake his head.

"I can't even imagine how she's going to be as a teenager."

A few hours later, Jack had finally put out the multiple fires surrounding your children when you had walked through the front door and greeted him.

"Husbandddd!"

"Oh goodness. Yes, baby? Did you have fun?" Jack asked while leaning down to kiss you.

"Yes, all we did was talk about you and Clay the entire time with the occasional mention of our children. I took a nap in your old room and slept some of it off but I definitely need another one."

"Well your oldest thought she was dying earlier."

"Why!? What's wrong with my baby?!" You asked as the two of you were now in the kitchen as you opened the fridge to find a bottle of water.

"She got her period, but I handled it. Even with the side comments from Autumn."

"So, she's okay? And you should already know Autumn and how she is." You answered while trying not to laugh.

"She's fine. Finally got her to calm down and helped her. I gave her a crash course so you might have to brush up on some things. I thought she was going to jump out the window when I told her it would happen every month."

"Not going to lie, I had the same reaction too."

"I just pray all of you don't have your cycle at the same time every month." Jack said while running through different scenarios in his head.

All the chocolate, hot chips, sprite, cupcakes, and care packages he would have to make.

"Baby? Didn't Clay tell you I was crying and drunk off my ass earlier?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's the seventh of the month."

Jack did a double take and looked at you in disbelief.

"Lord, help me."

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Going Back In Time

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Gabriel, Sabriel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~400

Warnings: angst, implicit MCD

Request by anon: Hey darling! Can you do a headcanon where the reader is half angel half demon half witch girl (16 years) and was find in the road by the Winchester and Castiel and was rescued by them and they take her like a daughter because she lost her memories but in the end they find out that she was sent from the future to protect the Winchester and Castiel from dying and is Destiel or Sabriel future daughter? Sorry is long and from some reason the reader can look like Sabrina Spellman or Hope Mikaelson 

Summary: You were sent back in time by one of your dads to prevent something horrible from happening. This time, you won't let them die.

Square Filled: castiel (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Your life before you were found is lost within your memories. It’s there but you can’t seem to find them no matter how hard you look

The earliest memory you have of yourself is wandering the streets late at night for whatever reason. Three men—Sam and Dean Winchester and Castiel—found you lost as they were on their way home from a hunt

You’re very young to be wandering on your own so they took you in to take care of you while they figured out who you are and where you came from

Even though you’re sixteen, you have powers beyond compare

It didn’t take long for the brothers and Castiel to figure out you have magical powers when you aided them on a hunt

You’re notorious for sneaking into places where you’re not supposed to be, and you snuck onto their hunt even when they told you to stay home

Not only do you have magic, but Castiel felt that you had a more powerful kind of magic inside your body. A quick search told him you’re a tribrid of a witch, demon, and angel--something so powerful that something like that doesn’t exist in this day and age

After a few months of hunting with them, you’re hit with magic that unlocks all of the suppressed memories from deep within your mind

You know exactly who you are and where you came from. You’re Y/N, the only tribrid in existence, and you’re here to protect Sam, Dean, and Castiel from something bad coming their way

Something so bad that it resulted in their deaths

You’re the daughter of Sam and Gabriel who adopted you when you were a baby. You lived with them for sixteen long years before tragedy struck your precious family. The only one to survive was Gabriel

He’s the one who sent you back in time to prevent their deaths. He couldn’t bear to live without Sam and needed this tragedy to never happen. With you on their side, they’ll have a fighting chance

Sam is already in a relationship with Gabriel who is away right now but you assure him Gabriel was never the one in danger

There’s nothing for you in the future for you anymore. Your dad is dead, both your uncles are dead, and your other dad got so depressed that he sent his only daughter back in time to prevent this from happening

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“You and Dad are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m not gonna lose you a second time.”

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[bellaireland1981]

Stubborn Hearts | 1

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed? 

 (I suck at summaries for real). 

This will have multiple chapters... this is 1 of ?? 

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 5861 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, ...Please let me know if I’ve missed any! 

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys​ for all support and bouncing ideas!! 

“Sweetheart, it’s time to come home.” Your Godfather and honorary uncle texted you. You knew his cancer was back, but had been living in that state of wishful thinking where you managed to convince yourself he’d beat it again. All that changed in one text.

That was two weeks ago. You’d called your boss and had filled him in, letting him know you were going back to San Diego and weren’t sure if you were coming back.  He’d been understanding, knowing your story and the circumstances that had landed you at his hanger eight years before. WIth an assurance you’d always have a job with him if you changed your mind, you got to work packing up your apartment in Virginia Beach and making arrangements to store what you didn’t need until you could find a new place. As luck would have it, your lease was up the next month anyway and you hadn’t gotten around to renewing it. Truth be told, you’d been thinking of a fresh start for awhile now.

One of the perks of owning your own little cessna was that you didn’t have to depend on commercial flights or timelines. Once you’d made the arrangements to come home, you’d texted your Uncle Tom and he’d found a small local airstrip and hangar for you to store your plane.

“That’s a beautiful little plane you have there.” A tall, lanky man in a worn Navy hat commented after you’d taxied in and shut down your plane.

“Thank you!” You beamed, taking pride in the plane you’d scraped the funds together to buy after college. “You must be Frank?”

“That’s me. Y/N, right?” He said, reaching his arm out to offer his hand. You placed your hand in his, firmly shaking his hand. “You have one hell of a Uncle, Miss Y/N”

“I do indeed.” You smiled sadly, very aware of the limited time left with him. “Is the plane ok tied down here or did you need me to move it somewhere else?”

“Right here is just fine. We don’t get a lot of planes coming through. The ones that are kept here, mostly belong to Naval aviators stationed in the area.” he replied. “The others are owned by myself or other retired aviators.”

“Perfect.” You said, reaching back up to grab your bag. “I’ll just call an uber to come get me. Haven’t had a chance to get a rental squared away.”

“You’re welcome to wait in the office if you’d like.” He offered, pointing towards another hangar that was wide open with various seating arranged throughout it. There was a desk nestled off to one side of the hangar with an ancient looking computer set up.

“Thank you, that’d be great.”  The two of you started in the direction of the hangar. Once inside you opened the uber app and quickly ordered a ride, which would arrive in fifteen minutes. While you waited, you decided to let your aunt know you were here.

Y/N: I’m home. Waiting on an Uber then I’ll be over. How’s Uncle Tommy today?

Aunt Sarah: I would have come to get you, sweet girl! We’re all looking forward to seeing you. He’s having a pretty good day.

Y/N: You’ve got enough on your plate Aunt Sarah, I can’t wait to see you all either. I do need to sort out a car though.

Aunt Sarah: You can drive the Jeep in the meantime. We’re not using it. See you soon! XX

You smiled, slipping your phone into your purse and taking the opportunity to stretch your legs after the long flight. You walked around the hangar, taking in the photos hanging up, and various aviation paraphernalia. You’d grown up around planes, obviously with Tom “Iceman” Kazansky as your uncle. It wasn’t just through him though. Aviation was in your blood. Tom wasn’t your biological uncle. He’d flown with your dad when they were in Top Gun. They hadn’t started out as friends, but had ended up closer than brothers. When you were born, your dad hadn't thought twice about naming Tom your Godfather and Sarah your godmother.  Thankfully he had as it had been Tom and Sarah that had helped to raise you after your mom had died.

“Ride’s here Miss Y/N” Frank called, pulling you from your thoughts.

You collected your bags and started for the car that would take you to the Kazansky home. Your home.

“I meant to ask, Miss Y/N,” Frank said before you got into the car, “I saw your last name on the paperwork, any relation to Pete Mitchell?”

You froze, the smile on your face slipping a bit, “He’s my father.”

The car pulled up outside of your aunt and uncle’s house. After finalizing the payment and tip on your app, you thanked the driver and climbed out of the car, grabbing your bags with you.

You stood looking at the house for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking up the walk to the front door. Before you reached the front step, the door was thrown open and your aunt came out, pulling you into a tight hug. You quickly dropped the bags and wrapped your arms around her, melting into her comfort.

“I’ve missed you so much, Aunt Sarah” You whispered, tears threatening to fall. “I’m so sorry for staying away.”

“Hush, sweetheart,” She said gently, “You’re home now, that’s what matters. We’ve missed you too, baby girl.”

She pulled back, smiling, “Come on inside. The kids are out with friends but will be home later. Let’s get you settled then you can go in and visit with Uncle Tom.”

You followed your aunt upstairs to the room you’d always stayed in when you were home. Truth was, this was just as much your childhood home as your actual one in Virginia. Whenever your dad was sent on longer deployments or stationed on bases you couldn’t join him, he’d send you back to San Diego to stay with your Godparents. On the shorter missions, you mostly just sayed with Carol Bradshaw. Life of a military kid… you were raised by a village.

After you dropped your stuff off in the room and took a minute to prepare yourself, you headed downstairs to your uncle’s office. Your aunt left you to spend time alone with him while she prepared a snack for you.

You knocked on the office door before opening it and peaking your head through. You smiled seeing your uncle hard at work at his desk. Leave it to Uncle Tom to still be directing the Navy, even as he fought a losing battle with cancer.

“So I see you never actually retired, huh?” You teased, hoping your face didn’t show your heartbreak at seeing just how weakened your uncle looked. “Does Aunt Sarah know she threw you a bogus retirement party?”

Slowly standing  up from his computer, he turned to you and held his arms out. You quickly walked into his embrace, wrapping your own arms tightly around him. You breathed in his scent, comforted and grounded in the familiarity.

“Love you” He said softly, his voice weak and rough.

“I love you too” You replied quietly, “I’m sorry for not coming home sooner…or more often.”

He shook his head, stepping back and motioning to the chair next to his desk for you to sit. Once he was back in his seat, he turned to type a message, finding it easier than talking.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here now.” He typed.

“I quit my job with the charter company before leaving.” You confided in him, “When I got your message, I realized that my family and everyone I love is here. There is nothing left for me in Virginia except ghosts and regrets. You’re right, Uncle Tommy. It’s time to come home.”

“It’s time to let go of the past. Life is too short.” He replied with a gentle smile.

“How do I do that?” You asked, “It feels like it’s too late. I waited too long.”

“It’s never too late my little bird. Have you talked to your dad? Rooster?”

“I talk to dad mostly on holidays and birthdays. Things haven’t been great since he royally screwed over Rooster. He’s my dad and I love him but I guess when everything went down it just reinforced all of the anger and resentment I harbored getting tossed around all the time as a kid. I know I landed with you and Aunt Sarah or with Carol, but it still always felt like he chose the Navy over me.  As for Rooster… he was so angry after he was denied the academy…I thought he’d eventually come around but he hasn’t and I stopped trying.” Truth was, even years later, the hurt was just as raw.

As kids you and Rooster were incredibly close. You were younger than him by a few years but that never mattered. You did everything together when you were home in Virginia and would spend hours on the phone when you were in California. Bradley Bradshaw had been your first love, which made it even more devastating when your dad had pulled his papers for the Academy. Bradley hadn’t just cut ties with your dad, he’d also left you behind.

“Talk to them both, Y/N. You may just be what they both need. They’ve both been called back to Top Gun. There’s no time like the present, Sweetheart. They’ve both been called back for a dangerous mission. Your dad is the instructor.”

“Does Brad know dad’s the instructor? I can’t imagine he’d be in a hurry to take a mission that had anything to do with dad. Do either know I’m here?” You asked, knowing your uncle had most likely been the one to pull strings.

“I don’t imagine Bradley knows your dad will be involved in the mission. Your dad texted when he arrived in North Island but he’s avoiding me. You should reach out to them both. Giving Bradley a heads up about your dad might go a long way to mend fences.”

“I wasn’t the one that burned the fences in the first place.” You said stubbornly, “Hell, Uncle Tommy, he nuked the damn fences. He should be trying to make things right with me. Same with my father.”

“You’re not wrong, my hard headed girl. Problem is, both of them are hard headed as well.” He looked at you while he continued to type, “Can you live with the way things were left if something were to happen to them?”

“I hate when you make sense.” You grumbled, “When did you become so level-headed?”

“Reaching the end of one’s life allows you to look back and see things you missed when you were busy living.”

“I’m scared to lose you too, Uncle Tommy.” you whispered, “You’ve been one of my only constants and my rock my entire life. I don’t know how to pick up the pieces without you.”

“I will always be your wingman, Y/N, watching over you and giving you a nudge. You’re stronger than you allow yourself to believe. Aunt Sarah will always be here, and this will always be your home. But like I said before, Sweetheart… it’s time to let your dad back in.”

You wiped the tears that had started to fall, looking out the window to try to regain your composure. Tom pushed back from the desk and slowly stood up, pulling you up as he did. He wrapped you in his arms, holding you tightly as you allowed the grief of what was to come  to wash over you. After a few moments when the tears slowed, he dropped a kiss on your head and pulled back enough to smile down at you.

“It’s going to be ok.” He rasped. You knew it hurt him tremendously to talk, but you loved to hear the reassurance anyway.

Your aunt walked into the room, smiling at the sight of the two of you together. She brought a fresh glass of water and some meds for your uncle.

“It’s time for the afternoon meds, my love.” She said, handing him the pills. Your uncle took the pills and grimaced as he tossed them back with the water. It looked like swallowing them hurt him as much as trying to talk did. It broke your heart to see him this way. Your uncle had always been one of the toughest and strongest men you knew.

“I’m going to go re-orientate myself with North Island, maybe go put my toes in the Pacific.” You said, needing time to get your head on straight and process your conversation with your uncle. “Is it still ok if I borrow your Jeep?”

“Of course, Sweetie.” Your aunt replied, “The keys are on the hook by the door. Call if you need anything ok?”

“I will. I love you both.”  You said, “Crappy circumstances aside, I’m happy to be home.”

“We’re happy you’re home too.” Your aunt replied. You quickly hugged them both before grabbing your purse from your room and making your way back downstairs.

You grabbed the keys to the Jeep and headed out to the garage, taking a deep breath to center yourself when you stepped outside.

The drive to the beach was soothing. There wasn’t a lot of traffic since it was the middle of a weekday. You had contemplated driving by the base, but decided that was a task for another time. The ocean was calling you. It’s a good thing you’d never been too far from an ocean growing up, as it was often what soothed your soul the most…apart from Bradley that was.  

You pulled into the parking lot of the Hard Deck, knowing it was still closed until later in the afternoon, but it had beach access. You would just have to pop in for a quick drink when it did open to make up for using their parking lot. You also knew that the owner, Penny Benjamin wouldn’t mind you parking in her bar’s lot.

The walk from the lot down to the beach was pleasant. You kicked your shoes off and left them by a group of chairs, walking closer to the water so you could dip your toes in. The water was cold, despite the warm weather. You looked out over the water past the horizon, breathing in the salty air. As you were turning to head back to the chairs you’d left your shoes at, you heard the familiar sound of F-18s. You looked up in time to see three jets fly overhead. They looked to be flying maneuvers judging by the formation of the jets. They passed quickly and were out of sight before too long. You smiled, welcoming the familiarity in being close to a naval aviation base again.

“Well, that answers the question of who’s Jeep is parked in my lot.” You heard a familiar voice from behind you, turning to see it was Penny.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just came from my uncle’s and needed to regroup a bit. I planned on coming in once you'd opened.” you replied.

“I don’t mind, Kiddo.” She replied, “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Did you just fly in?”

“Yeah. I got here today.” You said, “Uncle Tom texted me a couple weeks ago and told me it was time to come home.”

“I saw your aunt at the Farmer’s Market and she filled me in. I’m sorry, Kiddo. I know how close you are.”

“Thank you” You replied, quietly, “It definitely fucking sucks.”

“Can’t argue that.” She agreed, “Wanna come up and have a drink? Keep my company while I open?”

“I’d love that.” You replied, smiling.

Once inside, Penny grabbed you a beer from the cooler and started getting the bar stocked, the two of you slipping into comfortable conversation. You’d spent time with Penny often growing up. Your dad had had an on again off again relationship with her. You’d hoped he’d eventually get smart and ask her to marry him. You really liked Penny and knew she was good for your dad. She didn’t put up with his bullshit, which was definitely your favorite quality.

“The bar will start to fill up with aviators in about an hour, they usually file in once their training has ended for the day. So depending on who you want to see…or to avoid… you have a timeframe to work with.” She said, giving you a knowing look.

“Thanks, Pen.” You replied, “Honestly, I know I can’t avoid him forever… I just don’t know that I’m quite ready yet.”

“Which ‘him’ are you not ready to face? Your dad or Bradshaw?” She asked, winking.

“Both?” You laughed, “Uncle Tommy told me to stop being stubborn and that the mission they’re back for is a dangerous one. Aren’t they all dangerous though?”

“Yes and no” She replied, having grown up as an admiral’s daughter, Penny knew the score. “I think your uncle is right though, Kiddo. I’d tell your dad and Bradshaw the same thing, but it would fall on deaf ears.”

“What makes you think I’m more willing to listen?” You asked

“You’re here.” She said, leveling with you a knowing stare. “You could have gone to any beach or any bar. Yet this is where you ended up.”

“Touche.” You laughed. “I miss them, Pen. I act tough and I give my dad a hard time… and I’ve got some definite intense emotions in regards to him but he’s my dad. I love him…even when he’s stupid.”

“And Bradley?” She asked gently, “Where do those feelings land in regards to him? I seem to remember a certain someone who thought that boy hung the moon and stars.”

“He left me behind.” You said, “I doubt I’ll ever stop loving the idiot, but he left me. He was mad at dad, rightfully so, but he cut ties with me too like I didn’t even matter.”

“Well, I say give them both hell, Kiddo.” She answered, “Don’t go easy on them by any means, but don’t shut them out if the opportunity arises for amends to be made. Let them know exactly what you think and feel, but be open to what they have to say too.”

She glanced up to the windows overlooking the parking lot, then looked back at you.

“Decision time, Kiddo.” She said, “Your dad just pulled up on his bike. He probably already saw the Jeep parked out there, but if you’re not ready yet, I can let you out the back and keep him distracted.”

You glance behind you, seeing your dad getting off his bike. You’re torn. The part of you that’s still daddy’s little girl, aches to run out to him and throw your arms around his neck. The hurt teenager and adult version isn’t ready for the interaction.

“Thanks, Pen.” You said, “I think I’ll take that as my cue to leave for now.”

“Sure thing, Kiddo.” She replied, leading you around to the office in the back that would lead to the exit. “Just don’t leave it too long. Maybe come back tonight… Shay will be here, you two can catch up. And maybe a certain other Aviator as well.”

“I’ll think about it.” You promised, “Thank you again, Pen…for everything.”

You carefully dashed out of the back, making sure not to slam the door, before heading to the Jeep and jumping in. You really hoped Penny was able to keep your dad distracted and that he didn’t recognize the Jeep. Knowing your uncle, you pretty much figured he’d already let your dad know you were here, but you needed a little more time.

You drove around a little more after leaving the Hard Deck, stopping at Starbucks to grab a coffee before heading back home.

As you were pulling in, your phone dinged with a notification. Once you parked and turned off the ignition, you pulled your phone out of your purse to check the incoming message.

Dad: I saw you high tailing it out of Penny’s, Firecracker. Planning on avoiding me forever?

You sighed, knowing you were caught. It sucked that your relationship with your dad was so complicated. Why couldn’t it be as easy as the one you had with your Uncle?

Y/N: Not forever. Just … for now.

Dad: Fair enough. I love you, Y/N. I’m here when you’re ready.

Dad: Also, in case Uncle Ice didn’t tell you, Bradshaw is in town too…in case you want to avoid him too.

Y/N: Already know... Don’t treat him unfairly, Dad. The fact he was called back to Top Gun means something. He’s a good pilot. He’s not Goose and you can’t wash him out over a stupid promise you didn’t have the right to make.

Dad: Duly noted.

Well, at least you can say you tried. And honestly, that exchange was the longest you’d had in months. Uncle Tom should be proud.

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Later that night after dinner, your uncle went up to bed, worn out from the day. You helped your aunt with the dishes and putting away the leftovers. Your cousins were watching a movie, taking their minds off of everything. Your heart broke for them. You were really young when your mom had died, but you remember what the loss felt like. You didn’t wish that loss on anyone.

“You should go back to the Hard Deck, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, drying her hands off on the towel once the dishes were complete. “If for no other reason than to catch up with Shay like Penny suggested. If you’re planning on staying, it will be nice to reconnect with friends.”

“Why do I get the feeling you saying ‘friends’ includes Bradley?” You gave her a side-eyed look but couldn’t get mad at her if you tried.

“Be careful, have fun.” She said, already knowing you’d give in. “If you need to leave the Jeep parked and uber home, I can take you to get it in the morning.”

“I definitely don’t plan on drinking more than one beer.” You replied, “Two tops if I decide to stay longer. I’ll be quiet when I come back in.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” She said, hugging you.

“Love you too.” You replied smiling.

You decided a change in clothes was needed before you left for the bar. Not that you were dressing to impress anyone… at all. You simply wanted to feel refreshed… besides, maybe there was another hot aviator you could meet.  

Pulling out what you’d already had a chance to unpack, you decided on a pair of distressed jeans and a lightweight gray racerback style loose tank, the front slightly tucked in. You slipped on your black sandals before heading into the bathroom to do something about your unruly wavy hair and to apply light makeup. In the end, the only way to tame your hair was to just pull it up into a loose messy bun, with a few front pieces left out  to frame your face. Finally satisfied, you grabbed your purse and headed out.

The bar was much livelier than it had been when you were there earlier. Several cars were parked in the lot and you could hear the music from the jukebox as you walked in from the parking lot. Once inside the door, you could see it was indeed full of Naval officers. Spotting Shay sitting at the bar talking to Penny as she poured drinks, you made your way over.  

“Twice in one day!” Penny teased, “Must be my lucky day.”

“Just couldn’t stay away, Penny” You replied, “The beer is too good here.”

“Y/N!” Shay exclaimed, after turning to see who her aunt was talking to. “When did you get back? How long are you here for?”

“I got back earlier today, actually.” You replied, smiling at her contagious excitement. “I’m here… indefinitely.”

“It’s so good to see you!” She beamed, “It’s been way too long. What have you been up to?”

You settled onto the barstool next to her, shoving your purse behind you so it was out of the way. Penny slid a Corona over to you, winking, before heading to the other side of the bar to fill orders.

“Up until a few days ago, I was flying charter flights for a company out of Virginia Beach.” You responded, taking a sip of your beer. “I haven’t really decided what my new plan is. I’m kinda playing it by ear I guess. What have you been up to? It’s literally been, what, since college since we’ve managed to be here at the same time?”

“Something like that!” She laughed, “Too long, regardless. I’ve been good though! I moved here to be closer to Aunt Penny once I graduated college. I’m working at a medical office by day and still writing at night and on weekends. I have a publisher who would prefer if I were only writing, but I’m not ready to give up the stability of the full time job yet.”

“That’s awesome, Shay! I’m glad you’re still writing.” you replied happily, “I can’t wait to read all of your New York Times Bestsellers one day soon!”

“That’s the dream!” She replied.

“Penny, my dear, another round of beers please!” A smooth, southern accent sounded next to you.

You glanced over to see a tall, blonde aviator, dripping in confidence, with a dimpled smile to match. You could acknowledge the fact that he was indeed hot, but knew instantly, he was far from your type.

“And another round for these beautiful ladies here as well, put it all on my tab.” He winked, openly checking you and Shay out.

You rolled your eyes, glancing at Shay, who just laughed and shrugged. You weren’t one to turn down free drinks, but you’d promised your aunt you wouldn’t be drinking a lot tonight.

Penny placed the drinks in front of you, passing the aviator’s whose callsign was apparently Hangman his own drinks. “None of your games with these two, Hangman, or you’ll be buying for the entire bar. These ladies are family.”

“Loud and clear ma’am!” He smiled, his dimples becoming more pronounced. “Can I get names to go with your gorgeous faces?”

“Does that normally work?” You asked, amused. He wasn’t your type, but you liked this guy. Cocky yes, but you could see yourself befriending him.

“It’s not a perfect record, but it’s not bad.” He shot back, shrugging. “I’m Hangman. Or Jake.”

“Thanks for the drink, Hangman.” You replied, “I’m Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Darlin’” He said, unable to keep from flirting too long. “And this exquisite lady next to you?”

“You’re smooth.” Shay laughed, “A shameless first… not hard on the eyes. I’m Shay.”

“Shameless perhaps” He drawled, eyes clearly wandering over Shay as he replied, “But sincere.”

“I guess we’ll see about the serenity of it.” She teased, “But thanks for the drink.”

“Bagman, stop harassing them before your ass gets the bell rung on you.” A female voice said approaching behind Hangman. “I don’t mind drinking on your tab, but I feel it’s part of the girl code to protect unsuspecting females from you.”

“I was just being friendly, Phoenix.” He replied, feigning hurt. “I was making friends.”

“Sure… friends” she replied, rolling her eyes and grabbing one of the beers from him before glancing over at you. “I’m Natasha, or Phoenix.”

“Y/N” You replied, then introduced Shay as well. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too!” She replied, “I’m usually surrounded by pure testosterone, so happy to balance it out when I can.”

“I can only imagine.” You laughed, understanding the male dominated field she was in. “Feel free to come hang with us anytime.”

“I’ll take you up on that!” She said, “But for now, I have to deliver this one back to the group with everyone’s drinks.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you ladies around.” Hangman said, “Enjoy your night.”

As they walked back to a group in uniforms, you and Shay looked at one another laughing.

“Well that was entertaining.” You said, “He’s full of character.”

“He’s fucking HOT” Shay said, her eyes following where he’d walked off to. “If you’re not interested…”

“All yours” you replied, “Friends with that guy is probably all I could handle. And…to be honest, there’s really only one Naval aviator I would ever even consider dating but it’ll never happen. I have enough on my plate right now anyway.”

“Who’s the special one you would date?” Shay asked, intrigued. Before you could answer, the jukebox suddenly cut out and everyone around started to cheer and head to one side of the bar.

You could hear the piano above the cheering. The opening chords to Great Balls of Fire, distinct and burned into your memory. You look quickly at Penny, who, catching your startled look, nods before tipping her head towards the piano.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The sound of Bradley singing took you back to when you were younger. Endless hours of karaoke together or him playing piano and singing just to entertain you. Your heart clenched hearing his voice again. You knew there was a Bradley sized hole in your life, but you hadn’t fully realized how large it was until the moment you heard him again. You zoned out listening to his smooth voice.

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs

Real nervous, but it sure is fun

Come on, baby

You're driving me crazy

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The bar erupted into cheers, everyone yelling his name. You were so lost in memories you didn’t register the jukebox being plugged back in and music starting, everyone returning to their drinks and conversations.

“From the look on your face, I think I know the answer to my previous question.” Shay said, her attention focused on you. “You ok, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You quietly replied, pulled from your head. “I’m good.”

“Back door is always an option, Kiddo.” Penny said, gently, “Just say the word.”

“Thanks, Pen” You replied, “I can’t keep running forever though. I’ll be ok.”

“Ok, well, look alive then” She said looking over your shoulder, “It’s showtime.”

You gulped in air, anxiety rushing over you. You could feel every nerve ending firing in response to a surge of adrenaline flooding your system. Your whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Breathe, Y/N” Shay said quietly, her hand on your shoulder to steady and ground you.

“Hey, Penny!” Bradley called cheerfully as he reached the bar, “Can I get another beer please?”

“Coming right up, Rooster” She replied, reaching into the cooler for a bottle of his preferred beer.  

“Thanks!” He said, before taking a drink and glancing over your way.

You kept your head turned towards the bar and eyes firmly on your own drink, determined now to look over. You were frantically trying to keep from hyperventilating.

“Sunshine.” He said, using the nickname he’d given you long ago, the shock at seeing you evident in his voice and in his eyes when you finally glanced up at him. “It is you… you look…good.”

“Hi, Brad.” You replied, finally looking up. He was dressed in well worn, fitted jeans and his signature Hawaiian shirt open over a white tank. Aviator glasses perched on his nose. “So do you…the mustache suits you.”

“Thanks. I rather like it.” He said, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the next. You hated it. Things had always been so easy between the two of you, this new distance hurt almost worse than just not seeing him at all.  “What brings you back to North Island? Last I heard you were flying tourists and bigwigs around on the East Coast.”

“So you’ve kept tabs on me then?” You asked, curiously.

“Iceman would occasionally let it slip when I’d run into him.” He explained. So he hadn’t cared enough to actually ask about you. The realization stung.

“I’m back because Uncle Tom said it was time to come home.” You replied, turning your eyes back to the beer bottle in front of you. “The cancer is back and the docs said he wouldn’t beat it this time.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said sincerely, “I know how close you’ve always been to him.”

“He’s not the only one I was close to.” You said quietly. You glanced up to see guilt race across his face before he schooled his features. “Brad… you should know..”

“Look, Y/N,” He interrupted, “It was good to see you, but I need to get back to my friends. I’ll see you around maybe.”

As he walked away, it felt like you’d been kicked in the gut. The wind knocked out of you. The realization hitting you that Bradley didn’t even see you as a friend anymore. You swallowed the lump lodged in your throat, pushing the half full bottle of beer away. You needed air. It felt like the bar was closing in around you.

“I’m going to go ahead and go.” You said gathering your purse from behind you, “It was good to see you tonight, give me a call when you’re free and we can hang out again.”

“Y/N” Shay said, “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

“I’ll be ok, but thank you.” You replied, “I just need air and to get out of here. Please let Penny know I’ll stop by again…maybe when the bar is closed.”

“I will.” She replied, “I’ll call you tomorrow. We can get some lunch.”

Nodding, you carefully got off the bar stool and headed quickly for the door, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, just needing to escape. Once outside you took a deep breath, gulping in the much needed air to your lungs.  You could still hear the music from the bar playing and the loud voices of drunk sailors and aviators, but outside, it was easier to cue into the sounds of the waves and the breeze moving through the trees. The sound of the waves crashing helped to soothe you enough you no longer felt like you were hyperventilating. No longer in danger of passing out due to lack of oxygen, you decided it was safe to make your way home.

“Fuck you Bradley Bradshaw.” You said, the breeze carrying your words out to sea.

You walked to Jeep, ready to put this day behind you. With your back to the bar, you didn’t see Bradley had stepped out of the bar and was watching you walk away. He’d seen you leave, had watched you walk out of the bar looking like a kicked puppy. The remorse caused his stomach to churn. As your taillights faded away out of the parking lot, Bradley trudged to his Bronco, deciding to call it a night.

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Turtles Chat

Buck: EDS! HEY HEY EDS!

Bobby: Buck, this is the group chat

Buck: I know but he’s not answering me in our chat or my phone calls and Chris’ phone is off

Hen: maybe because it’s 8:45am after 3 nights of 7-7 shifts

Buck: but the turtles!

Bobby: turtles?

Buck: yes, the turtles! 🐢

Hen: Bobby, why’re you humoring him?

Buck: because Bobby knows how excited Christopher is to see the baby turtles at the aquarium! We have to get there at 10am when tickets go on sale

Hen: ever hear of buying things online?

Buck: you can’t! And they need to come with me cause the turtle exhibit opens at 10:15

Buck: will you guys please call and text Eddie too???

Chim: No

Buck: if you’re nice I’ll bring my niece too 😇

Chim: Eddie, wake up so Uncle Buck can bring your son and my daughter to see the turtles

Hen: what if my kids or Bobby’s kids wanted to go???

Buck: it’s family day

Chim: yeah Hen duh it’s family day 🤪

Hen: if Eddie is family we’re all family

Bobby: I tried calling Eddie, he didn’t answer me either

Buck: see! I told you, he sleeps like the dead, like me if you will 💀

Bobby: stop joking about being dead Buck

Buck: what’s the point of living if I can’t joke about dying

Chim: maybe Denny should call Chris on the Xbox, he’ll answer for his video game friends

Hen: don’t bring my child into this

Buck: yes! Please Hen! Have Denny go and see if Chris is on, it’s Saturday morning and his dad is asleep, he’s definitely taking advantage of that

Chim: I texted Denny, said he’s playing games with Chris

Buck: Hen! Hen! Henrietta my favorite, please go talk to Chris and have him wake up his dad, promise him pancakes

Chim: Denny says he won’t tell Chris unless he also gets to see the turtles

Bobby: but it’s family day for Eddie, Buck, and Chris

Chim: Denny says he also wants pancakes and for his mom to be Buck’s slave for a day

Buck: HEN HEN I NEED YOU, PLEASE HEN, THE BABY TURTLES 🐢

Hen: Calm down Turtle boy, Chim didn’t text Denny, Denny is asleep in his bed like I’d like to be

Buck: … this is about THE TURTLES. we need to actually talk to one of them

Bobby: why don’t you just go over there?

Buck: if I drive there and back it will take too long, they need to meet me at the aquarium

Buck: I’ve checked Instagram, there’s already a line for tickets, the turtles are a BIG DEAL

Hen: fine, I’ll call Eddie

Buck: HENRIETTA WILSON YOU ARE THE BEST

Hen: dammit he’s not answering his home phone either, has anyone ever heard his answering machine

Chim: hahahaha yes, last time I left a message on that thing I had to click five different buttons, it’s set up like an office phone, different extensions for him, Chris, and Buck

Buck: home phone?

Hen: you didn’t know Eddie has a landline?

Chim: yes Buck, back in the Stone Age we had wired phones

Bobby: but you’re an option on the answering machine?

Chim: CODEPENDENT

Hen: I need the telephone gods to smile down on me as I make this next phone call and let Eddie wake up, I need to sleep

Bobby: if he hasn’t woken up by now I don’t think there’s a chance

Buck: Bobby! don’t say that, we need to see the turtles!!!

Ravi: why don’t you check location sharing? Maybe he’s not home and his phone is still on silent from being on shift

Buck: great idea! See guys, this is being helpful

Hen: you think mr hates technology has location sharing on?

Ravi: you think he’d know how to turn that default setting off?

Chim: we’ve all been calling him and being helpful, I take offense turtle boy

Buck: Ravi, you’re the best!

Hen: oh thank god, you found Eddie?

*15 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck did you reach Eddie?

*10 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck, it’s almost 10am, and you are the reason I could not sleep, did you guys get in line for the damn turtle tickets?

*20 minutes pass*

Hen: after all that I didn’t even get to know if you saw the turtles?!

Eddie: (image of Buck, Chris and Jee with baby turtles)

Buck: 🐢🐢🐢

Bobby: have a fun family day!

Hen: Eddie, why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone???

Eddie: I left it in Buck’s jeep when he dropped me off after our shift

Hen: I have no words

Buck: 😇 🐢

For @professionalprocrastinator22 and the fun real life phone tag her family played about turtles that inspired this. And for @gravelyhalversobbing and her love of turtles.

[away-ward]

Arrival

Summary: On the day of Indie's birth, there's one last person to introduce her to. Canon-compliant

Edited July 18, 2023 for grammar and phrasing.

Will

I rocked and bounced and swayed. I could sit down but there was too much energy coursing through my body to keep me seated. Emmy slept in the bed next to me, head resting on the white hospital pillows. Even with IV tubes, hair knotted and sticking to her forehead, and that shitty paper-thin gown, she was still the most beautiful woman. 

And mother. 

I swallowed, looking down at the little baby in my arms. Thanks to Winter, I've had plenty of practice holding one, not that it stopped me from shaking as the nurse passed her to me. She was so pink and warm and tiny in my large hands. None of Damon's babies were tiny like this. Those boys were monsters from day one. 

Not my girl. She was sweet and delicate, with a soft smell and blue eyes that I'm hoping won't stay blue. Green is a Grayson trait, and if one of my kids inherits them, cool, but I'm dying for this one to get her mother's chocolate-browns.  

Two light knocks at the door before it cracked open. I knew who to expect. Hours after the delivery, most everyone came through and left, promising to return in the morning after Emmy and baby had a chance to rest. Only one person hadn't shown their face yet. 

The door open to reveal two black eyes glinting in the light that spilled in from the hall way as Damon let himself in without a word. He closed the door and kept the lights off, leaving us in the pale glow from the window. Leaning back casually, arms crossed over his chest, he watched me hold my child with a superior smirk. 

Irritation simmered in my chest. At first, I was pissed he wasn't here. I knew it was his need for revenge that kept him away. He had to make a point. I regretted not being there for Ivarsen, and I've told him that. I thought we were in the clear, but as Em and I were allowed visitors, I couldn't ignore the stab of pain at his no-show. With each group, the joy I had became clouded by the bitterness of him not being there. I tried to hide the way I scanned the room, looking for him, but Em still caught it. Each time, she'd take my hand, squeezing it once to bring me back to the moment.

Looking at him now, I was just happy that I didn't have to share this with anyone else.  

My smile broke the tension first as I tore my gaze from him. I had to, because for some reason, I couldn't look away from the new life in my arms for too long. When I confirmed once again that she's real and she was there, I looked back up. My vision blurred and I realized, a bit embarrassingly, those are tears. 

I was crying.  

Again. 

Stupid fuck. My smile grew.

Damon grinned. "Are you dad now?" 

I knew if I tried to speak, my voice would fail me, so I swallowed and nodded. Damon shoved off the door, walking closer to inspect the newest addition to our constantly growing family. 

"About time you started catching up," he critiqued, peering closer. He lifted a brow, pretending to be unimpressed. "This the foretold William IV?"

I laughed. We had decided to follow Damon and Winter in keeping the gender a mystery until their arrival, but we made no secret that we were hoping for a boy – the next William. We knew either way we'd be over the moon, but between Mads, and Ivar and Gunnar, none of us really expected this. 

And I guess newborns don't look all that different, but I was a little offended he'd think my son would be so small and soft. 

"You ready for this?" I challenged. Damon lifted a brow in questions and I tilted my daughter to meet the face of who I knew would be her favorite uncle. "D, meet Indie Aspen Grayson. The first, if she so chooses." 

I swear I felt his heart stop. He looked from her to me back to her, eyes wide. It wasn't often I got the jump on him. This was my favorite surprise so far. 

"A girl?" he whispered, looking at me. Looking back at her, he said more to himself and with pride, "Our first girl." 

I shrugged. "Well, technically Athos -" 

His cutting glare shut me up. We all loved Athos, and accepted her as one of our own. Somehow, that girl was perfectly suited to the Fane's as if she were made for them, but I wouldn't deny that this felt different.

Indie cooed gently and I immediately went back to rocking her. 

"I was downstairs," Damon said. I glance up, reading him. "The entire time. For hours, I've just been sitting down there, waiting for this."

I nodded, accepting his non-apology. "Your point's been made. Don't do it again." 

"I'll catch the next one." 

I laughed. The next one, huh? I glanced behind me to Em, half expecting to catch her mid-eyeroll.  

Turning back to Damon, I asked the one thing I'd been dying to ask since he walked in. "You wanna hold her?" 

Damon's chest heaved with a sharp exhale as he raised his arms to take her. I adjusted my hold on the bundle, pausing at the last second.  

"You'll give her back, right?" I teased, smiling at him. 

He didn't take the bait, his eyes only for Indie as I passed her over. "Maybe. We'll see." 

"He will if he knows what's good for him," Emmy muttered from the bed beside us.  

I looked down, seeing her half-lidded gaze watching our daughter in Damon's arms, soft smile playing on her lips. I couldn't help myself from leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple. Hovering over her, so close my eyes couldn't take in all of her at once, I breathed her in. She was a vision. Perfection. 

Her hand came up and cupped my cheek. I needed a shave. I needed to go relieve myself. And I could probably use a shower. 

But mostly, I needed to see my daughter again.  

Emmy's eyes drew away from me to where Damon had moved to the window of the private room. With one more kiss, I left her side to join him, wrapping a hand around his shoulder and looking down at Indie. Her eyes had opened and she was looking at Damon like she knew him. It's possible she recognized his voice. He was around Emmy plenty until the final weeks when she stayed home as a precaution. Even then, Winter came around to keep her company and Damon usually followed soon after. Still, I thought it was something else. Something I couldn't put a name to.

A weaker man might be jealous or suspicious, and I was once, but I understand now. Damon and I, and the others, are one in the same, tangled together and inseparable. Our bond doesn't only cover us; it transfers to what we each love.

"You might not be getting her back after all," he joked. At least, I hoped it was a joke. A part of him sounded serious.  

Emmy made a noise behind us, a low groan, and I turned to see her trying to sit up. I glared, silently telling her to stay put. She should know better. Annoyed, she slouched against the pillows, keeping her eyes on Damon's back. God, she's gonna be a great mom.

"About that," I said to him. I looked out at the view of Thunder Bay. The local hospital was small, only three stories, so we weren't towering above the town, but it was enough to get a good eye-full of our kingdom. We were building, moving through our plans at a steady rate. By the time the kids were starting school, we'd have this place well on lock.  

But that meant enemies were coming our way. 

I'd like to say losing both of us would be unlikely, but Emory lost her parents at eleven years old. She was pregnant for the anniversary of their passing this year and it made us aware just how prepared we need to be. 

For everything.

I continued, "Em and I have discussed it, and if anything happens to us, we want you and Winter to step-in." I waited for him to answer but he remained silent. I cleared my throat. "I believe you'd call it a Godparent." 

"Though please don't teach her about God," Emmy said.  

"Chill, he's been to Sunday School. Used to do confession and all that," I retorted. I was joking awkwardly because he still hadn't answered. "Plus, he's got that rosary. Must mean something, right." 

She made another sound of discontent.   

Smiling, I looked to Damon. His silence had me worried, though I'd never admit it. Maybe he doesn't want the extra responsibility. He and Winter weren't done having kids, and it's not like my kids would be abandoned if the Torrance's didn't take them in. The only reason we're putting it on paper is for the legality of it; so there's no confusion or hold up in the system. We had no doubt that our family would take them in them if we couldn't be by their side. But of all my friends, nobody would keep them like Damon. He had a sort of ferocious protectiveness over the kids that's even more terrifying than when we were teenagers. Until Mads and Ivars, I didn't know he could get any worse. And Em could act annoyed all she wanted, I knew that like me there wasn't anyone she'd trust more in this scenario. 

Finally, he looked over, regarding me for a moment before looking out at the town, but I saw it. I made the right call. Nothing would have ever stopped him from protecting my family if I couldn't. 

"Fucking moron," he said, "that's the exact opposite of a Godparent. The term you're looking for is legal guardian."

Ha. Caught him. "So...?" 

"Send the papers in the morning." 

I laughed. In the morning, he said, as we looked at the sun rising over the horizon. 

--

Notes: I have this idea that Damon would have a special connection with Indie. Thank you for reading/commenting/liking, and spending a few short minutes with me. As always, I'd love to hear you thoughts.

sending my love.

Master List

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi!! I don’t know if you write this kind of stuff, but after the 3rd episode of TLOU I’ve been dying for this. Would you be able to write something about Dad!Bill x daughter!reader and how growing up in the apocalypse would be like with him and Frank?? Like how Bill would be as a father, and all the cute things that they get to do with Frank (who would be kind of like an adoptive father)?

I do!! I love writing things like this 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Bro but I loved this episode, they remind me of my gay uncles that both died a few years ago and one of them was named bill so ❤️❤️

Love me the way I want you to

When your dad had found Frank, you were just a kid. So you didn’t exactly know what went on.

You were confused with him at first, but quickly got used to him. It was fun with them. You three always had the best adventures you could.

One of your favorite memories is when Frank invited some people, you were a teenager, and you were just watching them. It was rare to see other people. But Tess and Joel came around sometimes.

3 years later. And sure, it was odd having two dads as a teenage girl, and they didn’t exactly understand everything you did or said, but you still loved them.

You all had fun, and you’ve been living with Frank for 6 years now. He was an odd guy. But you guys always had fun.

Sometimes, he would paint. He was a good painter. He also learned how to play the piano, because you had taught him.

“It’s easy, I promise.” You said, beaming.

“Alright, alright.” He said, sitting down as you stood up beside him.

Your dad watched, with a smile on his face.

Now, he played the piano all the time. And Bill didn’t complain this time.

——-

And now it was 2023. Growing up in an apocalypse may not have been ideal, and they may have been older now, but you still loved them. I mean, bill was your dad, you had to love him.

Frank painted and painted, it was a painting of Bill.

Bill loved his paintings. Every single one. They were gorgeous, and he even painted you once.

“Frank, this is…” you said.

“Amazing.” Bill said, as you looked at him and then back to the painting.

———

“Did you take your pills?” Bill asked Frank at dinner.

“No.” He said, and he struggled to open the bag. You grabbed it and opened it for him.

You counted them and gave him the ones he needed, and he took them.

And then you helped Bill carry him into the bed. He always struggled.

“Thank you. Goodnight, love you.” He told you, giving you a quick hug as you smiled and left them alone.

Then Bill got situated and he fell asleep. He fell asleep for a while.

———

“I promise you I’m gonna stay up.” Frank argued.

“Why?”

“Because this is my last day.”

It was the day knew would come, you sat down in the living room as Frank explained his worries.

“What if- what if we find a doctor?”

“Who’s coming Bill? The doors to doors MRI salesman? There wasn’t anything to cure this before the world fell apart.”

Bill and you didn’t say anything, he was shocked.

“Bill, (your name). Bill.” He looked at Frank with tears in his eyes. And you were almost crying too.

As Frank explained the day, he was asking for Bill to practically kill him.

“I can’t.” Bill sobbed.

You were crying too, you wiped your tears away.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then love me the way I want you to.”

[r0z0]

La Squadra when they are called to the principals office

''Their child studies in elementary school and has started a fight with their classmates, so dad's called to the principal.''

This post is long.

TW; Children and Ghiaccio.

Risotto Nero

He thought his daughter was calm as a little sheep, but he was wrong. He was doing some ''work'' when he got a call from the elementary school. He was there in the next 10 minutes.

The teachers were afraid of him, as always. He sat at the waiting area and waited for the next minutes until he was called to the office.

This man was nervous wreck. Why would his little girl do something like that?

As it turns out, she was defending a stray cat that was targeted by a bunch of mean kids.

The relief this man felt. He thought she had awakened her blood desire already. He argued with the principal that what the other kids did is wrong and his daughter did nothing wrong, because she was protecting someone that couldn't do it.

He left the office angry. The stare he gave the children that were waiting for their parents, you could hear them dying inside.

After that he took his daughter to get some ice cream as a treat for not being like him.

Prosciutto

He was thinking about good punishment for his child when he was driving to the school. Walked into the office and everyone could feel his cologne.

Bussines dad TM. The teachers went crazy when they saw him.

''How a gentelman like him could rise such a troublemaker?'' the main question that secretary ladies were asking each other.

He instantly walked in the office and asked what his son did this time and what will be his punishment. Turns out his son wanted to write a valentine card for one of his classmates he had a crush on and instead of ''I like you'' he wrote ''Get out of my school!'', at least that was the explanation his son gave in.

This man tried not ot laugh, but he was inside.

When they were in the car he busted out laughing like a maniac. His son was embarrassed to say at least. He brings it up even when his son is all grown up.

Pesci

This poor man's nerves can't take it anymore. His daughters are such troublemakers. Where did they learned that? Definitely from one of their uncles.

He gets into the office as always. He gets the usual talk from the head teacher and his daughters got expelled for the next 2 days.

As soon as they get into home he starts yelling at them. The twins are shocked, because he never yelled at them.

The listen to his monoloque and promise to behave well from now on.

They learned their lessons and never got into trouble after that.

Melone

He knows that calling parents is the ultimatum, so he is suprised when he has to go to his sons school.

When he gets there he is told that his son got into a fight with some girls. He starts lecturing his son about behaving well and not causing him trouble. He even scold the principal and his son's teacher's for not preventing situation's like this - Karen mode on everyone, he even has the same haircut.

Transfer's his son into a better school and ruins the old school's opinion for good. His son is doing good in a new school ans is one of the top students.

Formaggio

He knows why he is there. He also was a troublemaker during all his school years.

Takes the meeting lightly, even tho he is a nervous wreck inside. What would he do when his child gets expelled from school. Has a long conversation with the principal about his son maybe having a lighter punishment and she agreed.

Had a long conversations with his son when they got home. They talked about this and his son got draged into this by his classmates.

He wasn't mad, but still gave him a punishment to learn his ways.

Illuso

His son? Getting into trouble? Bullshit. And that's what he said to the principal.

Belive me when I say the meeting was a shouting match between him and other parents. After many arguments he won and got his son out of trouble. That was an ultimate ego boost for him.

The principal never called him again, because he was tired after this one meeting. Now he knows why you always show up instead of him.

Ghiaccio

He is screaming when he gets out of his car.

He stormed into the office without knocking or any other notice of his arrival. Tried to choke his son's bully's father. He won. And they had to call you, because he tried to choke the principal also.

You had to change your son's school after that and he got accepted into the same school Melone's child's goes.

Sorbet&Gelato

Imagine the scandal in their child's school just because both of his dad's showed up. Gelato had a great plan of killing his son's bullies.

''You want to kill children? Not better go for their parents first?''

Please. Sorbet would argue with the principal and win.

No one's going to bully their children just because the have two dads. I won't recommend trying it.

[eatsbop]

Mr.Kim when Minji has a boyfriend: I'm gonna kill this boy and fed him to the dogs

Hansoo when Taehoon has a boyfriend: Huh why would you date Taehoon? Did my son bullied you?? Did he threatened you? 😳

The world is unfair.

Certainly Minji doesn't think this way because Dabin is allowed to paint her nails any color she wants and Uncle Jincheol even buys her nail polish himself.

They've worked so hard painting it neatly though!

Her dad has no idea! Completely no idea how much soda they had to buy Taehoon so he would willingly blow on her nails in that particular gentleness so it won't disturb the paint and it'll dry evenly!

Noooooo, it's not because of that. Not because as soon as he arrived and saw her pretty nails, her dad freaked and had the nail polish removed because the chemicals would seep into her bloodstream straight to her liver and kidneys. What even?! They've worked so hard on it all afternoon. Darn it. If Uncle Hansoo hadn't promised to talk some sense to her dad, she'd really rebel. But no. That's not it.

That's not the reason why she, Kim Minji, is in a bad mood.

"..and I was just talking to him. I just feel sick when he's around." Taehoon was droning. She tuned him out at first but apparently Taehoon made a discovery this morning at the dojang. A very curious thing. Dabin nudged her and did all sorts of eyebrow acrobatics while stuffing her face with rice to get her to listen.

It's the usual Taehoon thing. Taekwondo. Dowoon. Taekwondo. Dowoon. That's all this kid cares about seriously. Well considering how much Uncle Hansoo has kicked him while training, it's probably a feat in itself that the six year old could still process two things.

"My chest felt stuffy and my face felt warm and heavy like I did a headstand for 20 minutes!"

"Dude. How do you know how it feels to do a headstand for 20 minutes?"

Taehoon gave Dabin a sideway glare. "It's a valuable life experience, noona. I'll ask Uncle Jincheol to help you do it."

"Nah, pass."

"Anyway, I think he has radiation or something." Taehoon concludes.

"What.." Hansoo tilts his head. "Dowoon has what now..?"

"Radiation! He told me about it before. I forgot most of it."

"That he has radiation?"

"No! About.. radiation allergy!"

"Maybe you're running a fever. Did you check your temperature?" Her dad prompted while sneaking all the meat to her bowl.

Taehoon reaches out with his chopsticks and took the food straight out of her heap.

"Hey, you punk! Get your own!"

"You gave all of it to her! What about me?!"

"Eat more bean sprouts! It's good for the heart! Didn't you say your chest felt weird?!" Her dad snaps back.

Taehoon slaps the table, chopsticks clanking against the wood. "Right?! Appa, I think I'm seriously sick. Seriously. You don't understand. You should take me to the doctor. I'll get a shot if I have to!"

"Okay? You won't cry?" Hansoo smiles down at his son, building a bean sprout tower on his bowl.

Taehoon sneaks a glance at her and Dabin. "Why would I cry, what are you talking about. Get real."

Dabin snorted as audibly as possible.

Taehoon clears his throat. "Listen, that bastard-"

"Language, Taehoon."

"That garbage Jeongchan punched Dowoon's face and Dowoon cried a lot I had to take care of him-"

"So you admit you were the one who broke Chan's arm.."

"No, like. I had to take care of Dowoon because he was crying! You're not listening to me. I could be dying, Appa! Listen!"

"Okay, okay.."

"And Dowoon was crying so much and his lip was all busted and he got some blood on my hands and SNOT."

"I'M EATING HERE!" Dabin shrieks.

Taehoon snickers. "Anyway. My chest started hurting a lot, Appa. I think it's an allergic reaction."

"From the radiation."

Taehoon nods, face grave. "From his snot."

"You're being disgusting on purpose!" Dabin groans.

"You know I asked Yeonwoo." Taehoon continues, ignoring Dabin's dying noises.

"About?"

"About this! Listen to me! Are you even listening!"

"No, what about this did you ask him. Calm down! You sprayed rice all over my face! Don't talk with rice in your mouth!"

Taehoon scowls. "I told him about how my chest feels weird when Dowoon's around like I'm running laps and how it even gets difficult to breathe sometimes when we're talking!"

"And what did our little doctor say?"

"It's exactly as I suspected! I'm experiencing an allergic reaction. Ani- Alp.."

"Anaphylaxis. Please."

"Whatever. I don't care what it's called. Dowoon's making me sick. Yeonwoo said I need to stay away from him. You should take me to the doctor."

"..or you could just stay away from Dowoon like Yeonwoo suggested." Hansoo grins.

Taehoon's jaw fell slack. "You can't be serious."

"What? Yeonwoo has a point-"

"What would Yeonwoo know?! He's just nerd! I'm sure a real doctor can fix me. An adult knows better! He'll give me medicine!"

"Uh.. what if he doesn't? What if there's no medicine? You're fine when Dowoon's not around so maybe we should just keep it that way."

"No?" Taehoon squeaks.

"..no?"

Taehoon grabs his chopsticks and starts eating his bean sprouts. "I'll just eat more vegetables. I think I'll be fine."

Hansoo laughs and ruffles his son's hair. "Okay. I'll try to buy more meat for your health too. Hang in there, Taehoon-ah."

Seriously, the world isn't fair. Taeyang immediately bolted after her dad simply raised his voice at him. He never spoke to her again too! She went to his house to apologize to him but Taeyang's dad is a complete nutjob. He threw salt at her and Dabin even before they could introduce themselves and went off with a nonsense speech about personal circumstances and ill-fated meetings. Weirdo. But here's Taehoon risking a heart attack for his best friend. It's gross to even think about, but she wish she could find a Taehoon too. The world isn't fair. Dowoon has a car, lots of food to eat, a friend's dad who doesn't hate him and a Taehoon.

Darn it. The glitter nail polish suits her complexion too.

[florintradat]

So This is Love, Huh?

TW FOR BLOOD, DEATH, DYING!! [nothing in super detail, if I forgot something let me know!!]

Florin knew he was old. He had been around before medieval times and had seen the uprising and crashing of many kingdoms in Europe. 

He was happy though.

He had his parents and that’s all he really needed. He was never faced with the hate and fear that humans held for his kind. Their parents didn’t want him to suffer through that at a young age. They wanted him happy and they did that well. He never complained and he always smiled.

Big and bright.

Until they came.

The Hunters.

The castle once bustled with family and friends until there was no one. The raid was horrible, hunters storming in and his parents, aunts and uncles trying to protect everyone. He was forced into a closet and was forced to hear the sound of his family members being slain, scream after scream. Florin only felt the pain in his heart and the hot tears rolling down his face as he tried to follow what his mother told him. ‘Stay quiet. Don’t let them hear you and don’t come out. No matter what you hear.’ 

After a couple hours it was completely quiet. No more screams. No more footsteps or yelling. So Florin carefully got up and got out of the closet. He walked out into the hallway and numbly looked around. His eyes were dull and lifeless as he looked over the bodies that littered the ground. He walked around until he stopped in front of two bodies. 

His parents. 

Without thinking he took off his mom’s rings, slipping them on. Her necklaces, his dad’s brooch and watch. He put them all on before carefully pulling them along. One by one each person he buried. 

He had to bury his family as a kid and everything hurt and everything felt numb. 

He cleaned up the floors before packing his bag and walking out of the castle. 

Where was he going? He wasn’t sure. He just wanted to be away. He will be back…he’s not abandoning his family. Never. He just needs time away.

“I see you gained a new power there?” A soft voice spoke as they laughed, blue eyes looking at the vampire as he floated around.

“I can fly!” He yelled happily as he floated around the human in circles.

“More like…float. Barely-”

“Don’t ruin my fun!” He whines as he pouts at Zoltan, prince Zoltan Csekonics. He was the next in line for the throne in a small Hungarian kingdom. Flo had traveled to Hungary for a change of scenery, to get away from the pains of the past. That’s when he found Zoltan and they instantly clicked. The one problem was…his parents didn’t approve of vampires. Hated them really. But anytime the castle was empty Zoltan brough Florin in and made sure the servants shut their mouths on the man’s presence in the castle.  

Zoltan laughed as he rolled his eyes taking Flo’s hand. “Stop floating around and walk with meee!” He whines back letting out a snort as Flo just huffs and walks alongside him, holding his hand back. 

“Why do I stick around? You’re mean-” They said as they pursued their lips out and looked away. Zol rolled his eyes and turned Flo’s chin to face him before pecking his lips quickly. 

“You know why~” He made kissy sounds while Flo fake gagged at him. “You love me~” 

Oh yeah, they were dating too. 

One night of sneaking out some royal wine, getting drunk and secrets being spilled lead to a, so far, happy relationship.

Zol had learned a lot about Flo’s family that night while Flo learned how deep Zol’s parent’s hate for vampires was. 

They kept walking along the corridors, laughing and smiling until Zolton looked out the window. His heart dropped and skin went paler than it was before. He lightly pushed Flo over. “Go! You have to go! They’re back!” He whispered yelled while Flo’s eyes widened. He gave Zol a quick peck before going invisible and floating out of the window. Zolton quickly fixed his appearance as he kept walking pretending he was heading to wherever they had been walking. 

Later in the same day Zolton had been in his room, writing some letters for Florin with a small lovestruck smile. He hummed softly to himself as the candles glowed, them being his only light source, watching his quill write over the parchment in front of him. He was about to continue his letter, dipping his quill in more ink, before a knock on his door stopped him mid-write. His eyebrows furrowed as he opened the door and looked at a maid. “What is it that you need?” He asked, eyebrows raised as the maid bowed quickly. 

“I’m so sorry young master for the bother. But the King and Queen want you asap in their office.” Zolton looked confused but nodded and got dressed before walking to his parent’s office. He knocked before coming into the room to see his dad sat at the desk and his mother sat in front of it. 

“You wanted to see me?”

“Ah yes! My boy. The person I wanted to see. Sit.” He motioned to the chair next to him as Zolton just nodded slowly before sitting down. His mother didn’t say a word before he looked at his dad for him to continue. “We walked to talk about that…’friend’...of yours.” The way he said friend made Zol’s blood run cold. ‘Did he know? Did he know they’re dating? That he isn’t human?’ He was panicking now as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“W-What about him?” He asked, a shake in his voice, as he cleared his throat lightly. 

“You see…a little bird has told us some interesting information about you two.” The man shuffled through some papers. “That you two have been seen acting in ways friends do not act and that this…man…isn’t human at all…” he ended with looking Zolton in the eyes. The boy’s demeanor had given him away fully. He was extremely pale, sweat on his forehead as he shook. His mother held his hand, fake sympathy in her eyes. 

“Oh honey. It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. Everything will be forgotten but we do want one thing from you.” He looked at the two of them frantically as he had a strange feeling in his stomach. 

“Kill him.” The wind felt like it was knocked out of him as he quickly shook his head, snatching his hand away from his mother. 

“No. Please no.” His father’s jaw clenched as he set the papers down.

“I was fearing you would say that.” He stood up and looked Zolton down with an icy stare. “You will do it or you are no longer a part of this family. You will be taken care of and I will make sure everyone is erased of the memory of you. You never existed.” Zolton’s eyes filled with tears as he choked back a sob. “It’s your choice.” 

With that it was over. 

It had been a couple days since his parents told them his demands and Zolton hadn’t been able to calm down. He lashed out at Flo one day and he stopped coming over for a few days. The human prince was in his fencing room, late at night, sword in hand. He wasn’t allowed typically when others were there but alone in the dead silence of night he didn’t care about the rules. He took his favorite sword and started to let his frustrations out. He was so stuck in his head he hadn’t heard the soft creaking of wood or the person behind him. “Boo~” A soft whisper was heard in his ear. Zolton screamed as he dropped his sword on the ground and turned his hand to his chest. He relaxed when he was met by the laugh he loved so much and always sounded like music to him. 

“I told you to stop doing that!” He smacked Flo’s arm before picking up the sword from the ground. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were just so into it, I couldn’t help it.” He smiled and Zol wasn’t sure if it was possible to fall more in love with the vampire in front of him. 

The moment was soon ruined when his mind was flooded with his parent’s words. He put his sword back in its seith before smiling sadly at Flo. The vampire’s eyebrows raised at him as his demeanor changed. They lightly cup his face in their cold hands and look him over. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked worry flooding in his eyes. “Is something the matter?” Zol’s eyes fell to the ground as he let out a pained sigh.

“Just…Just the parents.” He muttered as Flo just nodded sadly. They didn’t ask anymore questions as he pulled the prince into his arms. 

“It’s alright my little prince. Things will get better once you take the throne.” He muttered and in that moment Zolton wanted to break down and sob. He wanted to tell them everything he was told but he just couldn’t. His mind clouded in panic as he feared what could happen. He didn’t want to let go of Flo but he also didn’t want to die at the hands of his parents.

So his foggy pained mind could only think of one thing.

Kill two birds with one stone.

As he went to hug Flo back and slowly and quietly pulled the sword with him…and then he blunged it. He made sure the sword impaled both of them. He heard Florin’s pained gasp and small hisses of pain. Tears welled up in the human’s eyes as the pain spread along his body, knowing it was hurting Florin way more since it was silver. Florin’s eyes were blown out as he looked at Zolton. Betrayal written all over his face as his own tears fell, blood pouring from his lips as he gasped holding his open wound. “W-Why?” He croaked out. Zolton sobbed as he let words out.

“They were going to k-kill me if I-I didn’t kill you. I c-couldn’t. N-No.” He wrapped his arms around Flo’s shoulders, the sword pushing further into the human’s body. “I d-didn’t want to let go…”

“So you thought it was a good idea to kill us both?!” Florin shouted, ignoring any pain he had, his blood boiling as he looked at him, his hands shaking as he pushed the arms around him. “You thought this…” He took the handle to the sword and started pulling it out. Zolton gasped as he started coughing up blood. Florin’s nose wrinkled as the smell filled his nose. “You thought this would be better than maybe running away?” He threw the sword down as he coughed up blood, tears running down his face as he looked at the man he thought he loved. “You’re pathetic!” He held his middle as he bled out, watching as Zolton slowly lost the color in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I love you.” He whispered and with that he went limp. 

Florin stared 

Numbly. 

Like he did centuries ago.bin

He took the crown and started limping out of the castle, hand around his middle hoping he would heal soon.

Where to now?

@evicted-oc

[metalheadcowboy]

i want to hear about trans eddie. please. my crops are dying.

You're about to start something you'll NEVER hear the end of, anon, an un-closable can of worms 😭😭

I think that Eddie is a very forwards person, so he always told his parents about his issues with his gender. And even if he didn't understand what it meant at the time they did, and it scared them shitless, so they always brushed it to the side, or changed the subject, or told him to keep that kind of stuff to himself. And he did for a while, obeyed and kept quiet about his struggles for the most part.

But then puberty came along and everything kind of just snowballed downwards. Eddie and his parents got into more and more fights, whether it be his mother condemning him about not wanting to wear his cousins hand-me-down dresses and skirts or his father giving him a lecture about how he needs to be more "lady-like" and "proper" things weren't great.

And even though things were bad, they were under control, until... the incident. It was a week after Eddie's 13th birthday when he thought it would be a wonderful 'fuck you' to his parents if he buzzed his head, if the shaved his gorgeous curly brown hair his mother loved so much to the root. He thought that would really show them, show them that this wasn't some phase, that this was real, that this was going to happen whether they liked it or not so they better accept it. Well, to nobody's surprise, they don't accept it.

Mrs. Munson swears she nearly faints when she walks in on Eddie with a half shaved head, and the proudest look on his face. It isn't long before his dad joins and practically drags him out of the bathroom by the hair he has left on his head. He could hear his mother crying, no, sobbing, but couldn't bring himself to care because this is what they deserved, what he deserved after all these years of pretending to be somebody he's not.

Mr. Munson wastes no time calling Eddie's uncle and telling him that his "daughter" needs some time away from home to "sort things out", shortly before telling Eddie to pack what he needs to stay at his uncle's for a few days. Eddie was dreading it to say the least, he always hated visiting his uncle, hated the way his trailer, hated the way he smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, but he was going to be damned if he let his dad see that he wasn't too happy about the arrangements.

When they got to his uncle's trailer it was nothing short of terrifying. The place was surrounded by woods on either side, lit by nothing but a few street lamps. The play set they had looked like it hadn't been used in years, and it was silent, too silent. Eddie just clung onto his bag and looked out the window until they came up on the one that was his uncles, the man himself awaiting their arrival, sitting on the front porch, if you could even call it that, taking a long drag of his cigarette before letting his attention drag over to their car.

Eddie's dad barely said a word, just enough to do the trade off and that was that, they were driving off with the promise of picking him up when he'd learned his lesson for what'd he'd done and that was that.

To say things were awkward between Eddie and his Uncle Wayne would be an understatement. They never really saw each other, except for around Christmas and a rare Thanksgiving, so they had no idea how to act around each other. Eddie let himself be guided to the bathroom with a huffed out "Jesus Christ" from his uncle looking at the damage to have the remaining hair buzzed away. As Eddie watched it fall away he didn't know whether to be relieved or ashamed. in a way it felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders as he looked at his head, running his fingers over the short, soft hair, but with the relief came a sickening guilt, one that nearly made him sick to his stomach.

They didn't talk about it that night, Wayne let Eddie crash on the couch, practically able to feel the exhaustion radiating off of his body. They didn't talk about it the next day, though either, or the next, or the next, it was a week before they talked about it, the night of the talent show performance with his band Corroded Coffin. He and his uncle are int he car together on the way hime from Benny's Burgers, Eddie half disappointed his parents didn't show up even though deep down he knew they wouldn't.

"So, what is... this?" His uncle asks, much to Eddie's confusion.

"What is what?" he counters, giving the straw of his paper cup a break from being abused by his teeth.

"What are you, kid?" And the words hit like a brick, make him feel dizzy and halfway nauseous. They end up having to pull over, Wayne patting Eddie's back a few times while he retched, finally releasing his burger and fries onto the side of the road after a few heaves.

It's quiet again after that, the topic fresh on Eddie's mind the whole way home and even once they'd arrived. They'd moved on since then, making small talk while they watched whatever sitcom was on TV just to make fun of it.

But just as Wayne was about to head to bed, leaving Eddie to his wonderful pull out couch, the boy spoke up, "i don't know," he admitted, staring out the window, unable to face his uncle.

"What's that?" Wayne turned back around from where he was heading towards his bedroom.

Eddie sighed, reaching up to scratch his jaw, suddenly itchy with anxiety, "It's just... I don't really know what I am," he explained the best he could, "I don't know how to explain it because you probably wouldn't get it, shit, I don't get it." That was one of the perks of living with his uncle Wayne, he didn't have to worry about watching his mouth.

"All I know is I'm not what they want me to be, I'm not who they need me to be," he sniffled, oversized sweatshirt sleeve, reaching up to wipe away snot, " And maybe I'm not being fair, but I just can't do it anymore, I can't live their lie to please them." at this point hot tears were streaming down his face, and his nose was so stuffed he could barely breath.

He hadn't even realized his uncle was hugging him until the first soft choked hiccup wracked his body, causing him to jolt. Eddie let it all out now, everything he'd been holding in for years, into his uncle's shoulder. And he swore it was hours before he finally calmed down, even if it was only about fifteen minutes.

And it might not have been much, but the weak smile his uncle Wayne gave him was enough to make him feel okay, that everything would work out somewhat fine for him.

(Spoiler Alert his parents never come back to get him and it doesn't matter because Eddie gets to live a more supportive and happy live with his uncle :) )

[iamahobbitbean]

Lets talk about Hope Mikaelson

Hope Andrea Mikealson. The miracle child. The one and only Tribrid. Lets just say that I love Hope Mikealson a lot. She is one of my favorite characters.

For all you guys who don't know who Hope Mikaelson is. Here's a quick summary of her. Hope is a character form the TVDU. She was born on May 2, 2012. To werewolf Haley Marshall and original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson or

(I know you can hear this photo if you have watched the show as many times as I have. ) Hope family is basically the whole reason for the TVD. Her grandmother Esther Mikaelson. Created vampires. Doing a spell to turn her children into the Original vampires.

Her father is also the earths first hybrid. (werewolf and vampries) His wolf side is why Hope is in alive. The miracle baby. Hopes mom. Haley Marshall passed on her werewolf side to her daughter. Both being a part of the crescent wolf pack. The bloodline of the first ever werewolf.

So her family being a long line of witches, dad vampire side and mothers werewolf side. Made Hope a tribrid. The only one of her kind. Which is why she had people after her. Even before her brith.

She had a hard begging. Hope was ripped from her mothers arms at her brith and almost killed. This was just the begging of her trauma.

But now that you know a little about Hope. Let me talk about why I love her

Hope is so Selfless

Hope said it herself "My name is Hope Mikaelson. I come from a long line of villains."

Her father is known as 'the great evil' He was feared and had so much darkness inside of him. Klaus put his siblings to sleep by putting daggers in them. Making them miss years or not even decades. Klaus also gave Elena Gilbert a lot a trauma, killing her aunt is one of them.

Hope could have inherited this angry. But she didn't. Hope put herself on the line constantly. Even becoming a full Tribrid to save the world from Malivore.

Hope would do anything and everything to save the people she loves. Sure she does make mistakes. Like hope turning Lizzie Salesman into a vampire is one. But she had her humanity off and regretted it.

Overall Hope is always the hero.

What Hope did for her family

"this was our hope our family's hope" This was said by Elijah Mikaelson. He told this to Klaus after he thought they lost hope, that later became name. She was her families Hope.

The Mikaelson's protected Hope with everything. It is pretty clear they loved her. All of them.

Rebekah took Hope away from danger when it was too dangerous for her to stay in New Orleans. Raised her or seven months. Later on Rebekah took on part of the Hallows soul to protect Hope. Hope made her feel human.

Hope to Elijah was everything. He once said "I would violate everything sacred under the sun in the name of recusing my niece." Elijah even gave Hope her name. Thinking it was his job to keep her safe. He did that even dying for her.

Kol and Hopes relationship is rarely seen in the shows. But I can tell Kol is like the fun uncle. Having taking a piece of the Hallows soul in him to save Hope. He seemed to me to be the only one to keep in contact with Hope, understanding her upset of not having her family together.

Freya is like Hopes second mother. Being there for almost Hopes entire life. Freya taught Hope spells and magic. Hope to Freya is like her daughter. Hope trusted her enough to let Freya stop her heart.

Marcel might not be a Mikaelson by blood. But he is a Mikaelson. Hope and him are brother and sister. Marcel never harmed Hope and kept her safe. Loved their bond.

What Hope did for Klaus

It safe to say the Klaus loved Hope more than anything. His littlest wolf. Hope changed Klaus for the better. There wasn't anything that Klaus would haven't done for his daughter. He in the end died to protect Hope.

Before Hope Klaus was well a monster. But Hope brought out a softer side of Hope, with her Klaus experienced Unconditionally Love.

"My dearest Hope. My littlest wolf. My miracle child. What a gift to be able to leave you one last message. So please carry it with you in the years to come. I want you to know this. You will make mistakes in your life. That comes with being a Mikaelson. You will go through hard times. For no one with your power always knows how to use it properly. You will find love and you will lose it. For such is the burden of immortality. But the most important thing about your life is that you live it. Because you are my Peace. And I regret a lot of things, but I don't regret a single moment I spent with you. I love you so much. Always and forever."

I could list so many more reason I love Hope. But let me leave it here. Hope has been through a lot in her life. I miss her. At least she got her happy ending.