#carson tries so hard to be a good dad and keep his daughter safe but she just won't let him

[hucklebucket]

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[plotting-against-you]

Will It Ever Be the Same (Part 1)

Fandom: Nancy Drew (TV 2019)

Characters: Ryan Hudson, Nancy Drew, Ace, Bess Marvin, George Fan, Ned 'Nick' Nickerson

Prompt(s): This is based on two prompts. One of those prompts is from Alicia, who asked: "Could you do one where Nancy is 13 instead, has blonde hair like Lucy, and blue eyes like Ryan? She goes to his place like in 1x17 to get help for the ritual and on the way out she gets dizzy because she's been working herself to exhaustion. In that moment Ryan notices how similar she looks to Lucy and himself but decides not to say anything but also knows Nancy is his. She eventually tells him before doing the ritual. They go back to his place and he just says 'I know it's you'. She gets overwhelmed, almost passes out, and he just sits with her and tells her to rest."

This is also for @nancydrewcentral's week 2 hiatus prompt: Time Period AU.

Warnings: Panic/Anxiety attacks, mentions of anxiety and coping mechanisms, mentions of character deaths (past and present), mentions of suicide

Nancy wrapped her arms around herself as she bent over, heaving shallow breaths into the air. The sky grew lighter now, as she’d been running for most of the night, and she found herself unsure what to do or where to go next.

“You’re DNA wasn’t a match for the female hair.”

“It’s a mother-daughter match for Lucy Sable.”

“She’s me. The baby is me.”

She couldn’t believe the information she had just found out, and she wished she were older. She thought that if she were older, she might have had more experience in life to handle this sort of life-shattering revelation, but being only fourteen years old, all she felt was betrayal.

And heartbreak.

And panic.

So maybe she felt a lot of things, Nancy admitted to herself, but she felt she had the right to do so. Her whole life had been turned upside-down in a matter of a few hours, and she wasn’t sure what to do now.

She’d been told stories of how hard freshman year in high school could be, but she was positive her friends hadn’t meant this.

She saw headlights approaching and ducked behind a tree, holding her breath as they passed. Though she knew it could be dangerous for someone as young as her to be out alone all night, she was in no mood to face her father. Besides, it wasn’t like she was inexperienced.

She was Nancy Drew, after all.

Or was she?

She let herself plop onto her butt in the grass as she contemplated what to do next. She couldn’t face Carson—for calling him ‘Dad’ now was too hard—but she couldn’t stay out there for too much longer. She’d left her jacket as she climbed out her bedroom window and had started to shiver as soon as she had stopped running.

Her heart ached for the only woman she’d ever known as mother, Kate Drew, and her feelings were mixed there. She didn’t want to be bad at her…whatever she was to her now. Kate had died only a year earlier, and coming to terms with the fact that she’d lied to her hurt more than she wanted to admit.

Then she shivered again and realized she had to find somewhere to take shelter.

She could go to The Claw, she knew. She and her friends had picked up summer jobs working there for cash—under the table of course and no pun intended—and Dawn had always said they could go there whenever they needed. But her friends wouldn’t be there for a few hours yet, and Nancy wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to explain her new parentage to them yet.

As the rush of memories from the night prior filled her head, she picked out one statement that kept replaying itself.

“Ryan Hudson is my biological father.”

She’d seen Ryan Hudson in many different ways over the last few months. For fourteen years, she’d known him as the rich, arrogant hill topper who only graced their town when it was convenient for him or his business dealings.

Then his wife had died during her shift at The Claw, and they’d all been thrown into what she thought would be the weirdest time in her life. Being a murder suspect at fourteen wasn’t what any of her friends had expected for their lives, but it had happened. It was while she was trying to solve that case that she started to see a different side to the man.

Then she’d found out everything regarding his painful loss of Lucy Sable, and her heart broke for him.

Though she’d wanted to help him and Lucy’s ghost in some way, she was forced to put her feelings on pause as even crazier things came to pass—it would be just their luck to call to a sea spirit that wanted them dead—and she’d had to change her list of priorities.

Now all she could think about was how she knew the difficulty in trying to reconcile something in your brain that you had no control over and no knowledge of, no matter how hard you tried.

Standing from her spot in the damp grass, she took a deep breath and started walking again.

This time she knew exactly where she was going.

…

Her phone rang just as she was approaching Ryan’s house.

Groaning as she assumed it was her…Carson, again, she lifted it to hang up but stopped when she saw that it was Ace instead.

He’d been at The Claw with her the night before when she’d read the DNA match on John Sanders’ laptop. So far, he was the only one to know her secret outside of herself and Carson, and she’d only let him stay because he refused to leave her side.

Though he was usually more ‘chill’ than that, he could be a very protective boyfriend when he wanted to be.

She knew that he would be worried about her, especially considering he knew her better than anyone else in her life. So, deciding it would be a good idea to at least tell him she was alive and not eaten by a bear or killed by the Aglaeca, she answered and lifted it to her ear.

“Ace.” She breathed his name out like he was the life raft she needed to save her from drowning.

“Nancy.” She could hear the concern in his voice. “Where are you? Are you okay? Your dad called my parents and said that you ran away.”

She bit her lip. “Carson told me the truth after I confronted him.”

“Oh, Nance…” He used her nickname, and it squeezed at her heart.

“I’m sorry I made you worry.” Her voice was thick with tears as she felt them rush to her eyes. “I can’t be around him right now.”

Ace’s voice was soft as if he were calming a scared animal. “You could have come to me.”

She shook her head, though she knew rationally that he couldn’t see her. She had the brief thought that maybe he had hacked a satellite and could possibly see her. When they’d started dating, he promised he would do anything he could to keep her happy and safe.

“I’m sorry. If I had come there, your parents would have told Carson, and I just….”

“I get it.” His voice was equal parts comforting and protective. “Just tell me if you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” She sniffed.

“Good. Because I know you’re dealing with a lot, but uh, George’s mom says the Aglaeca’s coming after us.” He said it quickly as if ripping off a band-aid.

This stopped her in her tracks, and she paid no mind to the fact that she stood on the side of a dangerously curved road in the middle of nowhere.

In her silence, he continued. “Nick, Bess, George…we’ve all gotten these really weird visions. Portents. Have you?”

She sighed and closed her eyes in defeat. “I vomited up a seaweed wreath yesterday morning.”

“I would say that qualifies.” He said lightly.

“When I went to look for it later, it had turned to sand. Are you saying the Aglaeca did that?” She hadn’t believed in the supernatural before Tiffany Hudson’s murder, but she wholeheartedly believed in it now.

“Yeah.” Ace hesitated. “Apparently, it’s like a bloodhound. And because the Aglaeca responded to your call for Lucy’s bones, you’re acting as its gateway.”

“What, Ace? What aren’t you telling me?” Nancy knew her boyfriend well, and he was holding something back from her.

“Uh…well, that also means you’re the one that’s capable of stopping it.”

“You don’t sound hopeful about that.” Her heart lurched in sudden anxiety. “Do you not trust me to do it?”

“No!” He said quickly before correcting himself. “I mean, yes. Obviously, I trust you. It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

It was his turn to sigh. “Well, George’s mom says that you can throw it off your trail by mixing your blood with somebody else’s. Disguising yourself so that, you know, the curse can’t find you, because if it can’t find you, it can’t find any of us.

“Uh, but…the ritual has to be done with a relative. Your blood relative.”

There was the catch and the reason for his earlier hesitation. “Well, that’s a problem, because…you saw the test results last night. My closest relative is not my blood relative.”

“But Ryan Hudson is.” He sighed again. “Listen, I know that poses certain challenges, and don’t worry. You know your secret is safe with me. But…”

“I, uh…” She started walking again and let the gears in her head turn. “I think I have a plan.”

“Nancy, babe, what are you going to do?” His voice held concern again, but also admiration.

He constantly made sure she knew how in awe he was at her detective skills and her ability to make the best of even the worst situations.

“I’ll meet you guys at Bess’ aunt’s party, okay?”

“Can you at least tell me the plan?” Ace was quick with his words, knowing full well that she could hang up at any moment.

“I have to talk to my father.”

…

Ryan crouched on the ground, frozen in place as he looked at the papers scattered in front of him. He’d been up nearly all night searching for any clue as to why Lucy hadn’t talked to him before taking her own life.

Then he’d picked up on the clues she’d written in her journal, and his mind had stopped.

Stroking his finger over Lucy’s baby picture he’d found in her yearbook, he allowed his mind to wander to every what-if scenario that came at him

What if Lucy had been pregnant? Were either of them ready to be parents at eighteen?

What if she’d told him about the baby? Would it have made a difference?

What if she’d lived? Could they have raised their baby together?

What if his parents found out? Is that why they threatened her?

Ryan was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed his front door opening and whipped his head up to make sure it wasn’t either of the elder Hudsons coming in. He couldn’t have them knowing what he knew—they could react any number of ways. If he did have a child out there, he didn’t want them anywhere near his parents.

Then he caught sight of Nancy and sighed. “What, did you break-in? Figured you and your dad would be celebrating by now.”

Nancy remembered how Ryan had thanked them after the hearing had adjourned. He’d been upset by everything that happened but also grateful that they’d found out the truth of what happened with Lucy.

She felt horrible for having to go back on those things and hurt him again.

She wondered how she was supposed to once again break the heart of this man who had been through so much. He was only thirty-two and had lost the love of his life and his wife. Now, after twenty-four hours of thinking he knew exactly what had happened, Nancy was supposed to add more to his plate? It was causing her heart rate to spike, and she knew a panic attack was coming.

She saw the hopeful look in his eye and couldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to be the one to deal another blow to his fragile mental health.

“I need your help.”

“Uh, sorry, I can’t today. I have to get over to the free clinic in Trenton.” He was still crouched on the ground as he spoke.

Her face scrunched in confusion, and something shifted in his brain that he couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t you have rich people health insurance?” She questioned him as she moved over to the counter.

He rolled his eyes at her teenage sarcasm. “It’s not for me, okay? I’m trying to get answers on Lucy. The court clerk gave me a copy of her journal.”

Her already accelerated heart rate sped up as she turned to him. “Why?”

“Why?” He sounded appalled by the question and stood. “Because my dad threatened her! I wanted to make sure he wasn’t being physically violent. I didn’t see anything in her journal about that, but I did find some other helpful things.”

Every time he spoke, he made her anxiety worse, not that he was aware of it. “Like what?”

“I mean, you’re still young, so I don’t want to read some of it to you, but in early spring of 2000, she was writing stuff that makes me think….” He trailed off, unsure if he should tell her what he found.

She was only fourteen, after all. He didn’t know what she knew or if she was even comfortable with the subject.

“Go on.” She looked at the back of the papers in his hand, not being able to meet his eye. “I’m not a child.”

Ryan sighed. “I think she might have been pregnant.”

Nancy fought to keep the gray from edging into her eyesight as she swallowed down the rising panic within her. She knew if she didn’t give into the feelings soon, or at least do some techniques that she’d been taught, she’d pass out or worse. But she didn’t want to give away her secret to him just yet—if ever—so she shook her head.

“And you think the baby was yours?”

He scoffed. “Of course, it would have been mine! Lucy and I were…dating…around New Year’s, and so yeah. Mine.”

“You mean you were sleeping together around then.” She corrected for him and rolled her eyes at the shocked and slightly horrified look on his face. “Oh, stop that. I’m in high school now. I know these things.”

Then she caught the new look on his face and froze. He no longer looked shocked or horrified by her words but stared at her as if he was looking right through her. She felt her throat tighten and took a step back.

Ryan stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. Whatever had shifted in his head minutes earlier when she’d scrunched her face had returned the moment she rolled her eyes at him, and all the puzzle pieces had come together.

Both of those faces were exact replicas of his and Lucy’s expressions respectfully, and suddenly he was seeing what he hadn’t through their entire “working” relationship.

Besides the fact that Lucy had been haunting both of them, the young detective had told him she was allergic to wasps’ stings, and so was he. In addition to that, he remembered seeing her bite her lip when she was nervous, a trait that Lucy had right up until the day she died.

Then there were her looks. Her blonde hair may have been turning redder every day, but it was undoubtedly Lucy’s, as were her blue eyes his. She was the perfect combination of them, and he knew the truth in his heart.

Lucy had been pregnant. And Nancy was their daughter.

Then his surroundings came back to him, and he saw how she looked at that moment.

Her usually snarky yet confident expression had turned to fear, eyes wide and pale skin merging together to make her look gaunt. Ryan saw her throat moving quickly and knew she was trying to either swallow down tears or suck in air. Her hand, which now gripped the papers he’d handed her, shook enough to be visible, and she looked utterly exhausted.

He knew a panic attack when he saw one and knew that she also knew the truth.

Not wanting to push her, he told himself he wouldn’t bring it up to her. But, still, he had to make sure she was okay. The last thing he wanted was for her to be hospitalized because she was panicking over this added thing in her life.

“Nancy?” He kept his voice even, though he could hear the worry in it. “Are you okay?”

As he said the words in the same way Ace had said earlier, she told her brain that it was her boyfriend’s voice she was hearing and forced herself to relax. “I…”

“Can I get you some water?” Ryan moved away from her, walking to the sink. “You look pale.”

“Yeah, I, uh…didn’t get any sleep last night.” She forced herself to take some deep breaths while his back was turned and felt a bit more stable when he brought her the glass. “Counteroffer…I’ll help you find out if Lucy was pregnant if you do me a favor after.”

He’d do anything she asked of him, he realized, even if it meant doing her favors or playing along with something she clearly didn’t know he knew. “Deal. Do you need to call your dad?”

He saw the way she cringed at the word ‘dad’ and confirmed his theory that she wasn’t doing as well with the news as he was.

“Uh, nope. I’m good. He’s probably at work anyway.”

He didn’t call her out on the lie, instead holding the front door open to follow her to his car. He’d find out more about that situation later.

…

She’d lied to him. She’d looked him right in the face and lied to him.

They’d taken the trip to Trenton, and acting like a spoiled, entitled rich guy had made Ryan realize just how shitty of a person he probably was in everyone’s eyes. After Nancy had insisted on speaking to the doctor herself, he stood in the waiting room and thought about it.

He knew that he was different from everyone else in Horseshoe Bay, but until he was pretending to threaten to shut down the clinic, he had never realized how those people might see him. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that you had been an asshole for thirty-two years of your life, but Ryan had decided at that moment there wouldn’t be another.

He was going to change for Nancy, even if she never knew it was for her. He never wanted to see the look on her face as he had when she’d shut him up or told him a flat-out lie after leaving the clinic.

Sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, he thought about the story she’d spun for him, telling him that Lucy had been pregnant but had died with her child still inside her womb. He had done the math and had figured out that Nancy had been born weeks earlier than her due date, and she must have too.

Her knowledge of life and her ability to spin a tale baffled him.

“So, are you going to like…tell me why we’re going to Diana Marvin’s house?” He questioned, not wanting to sit in silence any more than they had.

Nancy huffed. “It’s Bess and her cousin Owen’s house, too.”

Owen Marvin was quite unlike the rest of his family. Being their age and having so few family members that were, he sometimes joined Bess at The Claw during her shift to hang out with their group. Of course, they all knew that he primarily came to flirt with Nancy but had been sweet enough to stop once her relationship with Ace had come out.

“I know, but still. You know that I’m like persona non grata, so you want to tell me what this favor is or what?”

“Yeah, in a minute. Can I ask you something?” Nancy had shifted her head lazily on the headrest so that she could look at him.

She still looked slightly pale, something the doctor had also noticed when they walked in, but her breathing seemed to be better, and she looked less like crying.

“Yeah, sure.”

She opened and closed her mouth only once before speaking. “What would it have meant, if-if you’d had the…the baby? Do you think you were ready to be a dad at eighteen?”

He should have known this question was coming. Even so, he answered honestly as he figured she’d be able to tell if he was lying. Besides, she looked too vulnerable as she stared at him.

“At eighteen? No…” He chuckled slightly. “No, hell no. A kid like me, I was dumb and spoiled, and I had horrible parental role models, as you know, so no. That would have been a disaster.”

He thought of his parents again and internally cringed, promising himself he’d do everything in his power to keep them away from Nancy.

“Do you think…do you think that you would have tried to…?” He saw her tuck a strand of hair out of the corner of his eye before she froze and started pulling at her hair. “Oh my God.”

“Hey, you okay?” He glanced at her now, then nearly hit the breaks as she started choking. “Hey. Hey, h-hold on.”

He swerved dangerously to the side of the road and brought the car to a park. Nancy was throwing herself out of the car the second they were stopped, and he followed her actions, panic welling up inside of him.

He wasn’t sure if she was having a panic attack again, but it looked different than it had before back at his house. When he finally got around to her side of the car, she was breathing again. He reached her side the second she slammed the door shut and watched in confusion as she stared at her reflection in the tinted windows.

“Hey, what…what, are you having a panic attack?” He knew he wasn’t supposed to ask, but it scared him.

Then he saw her look at her hand and the pile of sand that sat in it that had definitely not been there a moment prior. “No, no, uh…it was a portent.”

“A portent?” How did she even know what that word meant? He sure didn’t at fourteen. “What, you mean from Lucy?”

“No. From something completely different.” She looked scared now, but differently from before.

This had nothing to do with their familial relationship, and that seemed to worry him even more. He wondered if her whole life would worry him, as she seemed always to be ingrained in some dangerous happenstance.

“This is the favor that I had to ask you, actually.” She sounded upset, tears threatening to fall. “A few days ago, I did something unusual to get the evidence to exonerate my…to exonerate Carson. Uh, my friends and I did this ritual to call to this sea spirit.”

He was completely confused but tried to keep up. “Sea spirit. Like…like dolphins?”

She shook her head as she sat on the ledge overlooking the sea. “Stay with me. It’s a local legend. Uh, and it worked. The Aglaeca answered my call. But the problem is…is I couldn’t hold up my end of the bargain.

“The…the Aglaeca wanted Owen Marvin’s blood. All of it. So we couldn’t go through with it, and now we triggered this, uh, curse, and I have to fix it. And in order to do that, I need to do another ritual to make sure that the spirit doesn’t lock onto its target, and…and that’s where you come in.”

She hated having to get someone else involved, but she was desperate for anything that might save the lives of her and her friends.

Though he wanted to wrap his arms around her and whisk her away to be somewhere safe from all this nonsense, he knew that wouldn’t solve anything. He’d seen enough of Lucy’s ghost to know that supernatural creatures existed, and if his daughter was tangled up with one, he couldn’t let her down.

“Why me?” He was genuinely curious and hoped it didn’t come off as a refusal. “I mean, unless this Aglaeca takes cash, then I’m….”

“It’s not about your money this time, Ryan.” She snapped at him now, and he could see the panic setting back in. “It’s about you specifically, because….”

He froze, watching her face carefully, and wondered if this was the moment she would reveal that she knew she was his daughter.

Then he watched as she hesitated and shook her head. “It’s a long story, uh, and one of which you don’t need to know all the details. But if you just come with me….”

He nodded immediately. “Yeah, no, of course. I mean, it sounds urgent.”

They stared at each other for a second, and he watched as Nancy tried to blink away the tears that had pooled in her eyes. He felt his resolve breaking before taking a deep breath and deciding to take a leap of faith.

“Do you need me because I’m your father?”

Part 2

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[daniellesimagines]

❀❀ a list of lines from every single work-in-progress to be linked later when i actually post them just bc i’m bored ❀❀

ashton irwin

And I get that it may seem obviously to other people, but... I’m not watching this on TV and you’re not here and I don’t know what people are saying about me being my back

If she’s not back by sunset, I’m leaving camp to look for her. And if something happened to her, you’re dead

I don’t care about what everyone else will say -- I care about you and your safety, so you can either stay with me at my place until everything with him is sorted out or I can sleep on your couch, but I am not leaving you alone

She deserves better than that, Ashton! She deserves better than you!

I’m a burden on everybody! That’s why I’m here -- that’s why they threw me in a mental hospital and left!

Nothing ever means anything to you anyway

She’s still my ex! Just because she ‘needed help’ doesn’t make it less weird!

Remember how you said if I needed anything, you’d do it...? C-Can I just have a hug?

You fucking heard me. Stop the fucking car

I’m not dating your ex. I asked her out if that’s what you mean

Maybe you could argue that ‘just friends’ do that too, but it’s not ‘just friends’ when Ashton does it for you

I just... I can’t...handle losing someone right after I almost lost you

Are you tall enough to ride the merry-go-round at the fair by yourself?

I’m all for taking credit for my work, but I’m not taking credit for this because 1) I didn’t do it, and 2) it’s sloppy as hell

She clearly needs someone right now and unfortunately for me, she chose you

I’ve heard your friends talking... I know no one thinks he’s still alive

I may be desperate for money, but I’m not selling my body for some rich, entitled frat guys to jack off to!

If you want to be embarrassed, that’s fine, but I’m not going to stand here and listen to you berate yourself like this

Those spirits at the prison we investigated a couple weeks ago really liked you

awsten knight

What could possibly be so hard for her?! She’s a Princess, for Christ’s sake!

Can’t imagine keeping everything bottled up is any easier than letting someone in

calum hood

I know you don’t like her, but telling her she’s not allowed to hug me around you is fucking ridiculous

Do you make it a habit to spy on people or am I just today’s lucky winner?

You can’t lie just to get me there -- I would have gone anyway

I’m not lying to Calum; I’m just not telling him how I feel

You know how you said I should be falling in love instead of living in that house...? I’m glad it’s gonna be with you

How am I meant to have fun with him around?

You wouldn’t do the things you do if you really loved me

When you’re not here, it’s easier to pretend you still love me

I have a question -- why is that guy looking at his corn dog like that?

Please don’t make me say it again -- the first time was embarrassing enough

If he knew he was going to meet you, he never would have told her those things

I can guarantee you that baby’s not his

I never stopped wanting you either

He wouldn’t have dumped me if he was still in love with me

If you were getting tired of me, you could have just said so

Always knew I’d cry if I met you guys -- just didn’t think this would be the reason

I can’t just not pay you for watching my dog for 5 months

Will you at least let me know what it’s like to kiss you?

Do you know how weird it is to have feelings for your boss?

If they want nothing to do with you, then I want nothing to do with them

Secrets don’t stay that way forever; They all have to come out eventually

He keeps asking if he can call you Mummy

It’s heartbreaking in all the right places

I told you getting the blonde put into your hair was a bad idea

cody carson

The day you get something different from Starbucks is the day I let Pistol sleep in your bedroom

At least I’ve never lied when I told you I love you

Wait, someone tried to kidnap that little girl on your lap?

dacre montgomery

My worst nightmare is disappointing Steve Irwin

damien haas

Am I even on this show right now? Is this all just some freakishly realistic dream?

harry styles

Would you have apologized if your daughter hadn’t made you?

Daddy doesn’t love me anymore

Since when are you afraid of getting rejected? 

jamie follese

I can’t help when I disappear! The cake batter calls to me and I must answer her!

He asks if I love you all the time even though I always say yes

I think I could talk my way out of jail

louis tomlinson

Nothing’s ever scared me more than the thought of losing you

luke hemmings

If I’m feeling this bad about meeting his friends, I don’t know what I’m gonna do when he wants to tell the fans

We’re only here for a few days; You’re just going to have to deal with sharing a bed until we leave

We made a bet on which one of you would confess your feelings first

Even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he still needed to

She closes the store alone tonight -- you didn’t hear it from me

How many strings did my husband have to pull for this?

She doesn’t even want him! She’s only with him because she knows I do!

You know I don’t like when you do this to yourself

I got my ass handed to me by an 11-year-old and her Pokemon master of an aunt

I have nightmares almost every night, but I only come in here when they’re about you

She’s a hostage in a bank robbery! Of course I care about her being in there!

You’re by yourself in the stables at 11pm with tears on your face. Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong

Don’t be mad just because your siblings love me more than they love you

You know that means nothing to me! Stop bragging about having colors!

Even I’m not heartless enough to leave you without a dance partner

marshall traver

Nobody is alone -- not even in this world

You’re only apologizing because I’m the Princess; You wouldn’t be if I were a nobody

maxx danziger

I told him you hate water; I told him and he decided to try and throw you in anyway

Too used to blowing me off on the phone, you forgot how to talk to me in person?

I think they deserve a teacher who wants to see them succeed

If she’s still wearing her ring, she’s clearly not ready to date other people

You’re staying even though my dad’s an idiot, right?

We’re gonna circle back to the fetish thing later because I don’t believe you don’t have one for a second

michael clifford

Wouldn’t want you to stay longer than you have to just because of me

If you never say ‘I love you’ back to me, that’s completely okay

You’ve been crying, kitten; I can tell

Is there any point when you’re not going to be useless to us?

You fired her because you’re in love with her?!

What can I say? His parents are raising him right

Don’t even think about touching my brother again

Hit me like you mean it

Last day of camp -- won’t be able to do this until next summer

I know you paid my rent

Nothing would piss off that asshole more than getting the girl he wants

Since when would he jump at the chance to defend me?

I know you’ve seen how different he is with me now

The first thing I heard when I woke up was ‘I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things’ and I did 

Unlike the girls you sleep with, I actually like being with a guy who can make me cum

It can’t possibly get worse than the hell you’re living right now

I love Michael... Oh my God... Ashton, I’m in love with Michael

Please bless us with this work of art

The only good thing about this tie is that it’s blocking some of the brightness from how pale you are

Why do you even have this song on cassette in the first place?!

She’s safe -- that’s all I’m allowed to say

How did two 11-year-olds manage to pull off the biggest switch ever?

You know they’re not going to let you marry me

I’m not a stranger to staying with people who treat me poorly

If I can handle you, I think I’m prepared for pretty much anything

You make Mumma forget about him and be happy and I like when Mumma’s happy

You said you weren’t going to let go of me

Can you write a song telling your soulmate to be less depressing? It’s really starting to worry me

I’m not stupid; I’ve seen your face -- I know I’m not getting out of this alive

I can either push past you or you can let me go, but I am going to go kiss my wife whether I have your permission or not

Not the worst injury I’ve ever had and definitely won’t be the last

This is not who I expected to be kissing when I put this dress on

ryan follese

Best of luck with your engagement to the Princess

I can’t put myself in a relationship I know won’t last

spencer reid

I didn’t marry a profiler, Spencer! I married you!

Any of us would have gone in to save your daughter -- it just happened to be me this time

tom holland

I know you love me, Tom -- I know you do... But it hurts that you don’t want other people to know it too...

trevor collins

I kinda wanted to wait and see if you were actually real before I said anything...

You may not be irreplaceable to the company, but you’re irreplaceable to me

I know you’re not sick; I know you just said it because you wanted to leave work early

zach dewall

I told you they were gonna be angry when they said it...

#work in progress #could also be a prompt list so #prompts #prompt list #sentence starters

[carsonstcne]

— && guests may mistake me as ( wolfgang novogratz ), but really i am (  carson stone + cis male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 11/26/1997 ). i am a ( hockey player ) and would like to stay in suite ( 308 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( confident & loyal ), but i can also be ( impatient & guarded ) at times. personally, i like to ( play video games, watch espn & do facetime calls ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( trail mix ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in! ( nessa, est, 21 ).

tw: mentions of sports-related injury, surgery/rehabilitation.

so, yes, it is nessa bringing back on last character who happens to be a hockey player for the nhl !! if you’re interested in plotting with this guy, please dm here or on discord !! i’ll be linking his pinterest board and full bio here once they’re done, but hopefully this suffices for now. 

the first-born of the stone children came into the world with a bang -- a couple of weeks earlier than planned, in the middle of the night, screaming his tiny lungs out as soon as he'd left his mother's body. what his parents didn't know at the time was that the manner of his birth would be indicative of what they should have expected from him in general. from a very young age, he was always pushing to do things sooner than he was expected to -- trying to sneak out of his crib, starting to walk before learning to crawl first, reaching for objects and almost knocking a number of things over his head -- he was curious, energetic, and drained his parents' energy as they ran around after him and tried to keep him out of trouble. it was a wonder they decided to have more children after what he put them through. perhaps they'd hoped that another kid would give him someone to play with at home and give them some time to themselves.

the day his baby sister was born was the day carson deemed as the worst day of his life. he grew up in four bedroom, three bathroom house with the perfect yard in east grand forks and enjoyed life with his parents and the family down the road. the stone clan lived extremely comfortably due to dad being a well-known generational farmer and mom a world-renowned chef to be reckoned with. to say the stone children grew up spoiled would be a safe and accurate statement.

carson loved having his parents' attention all for himself -- a bit of a greedy shit right off the bat, but he loved genuine affection and love. in fact, the boy was lucky enough to have that with two families: his own and the one down the road. his mom was best friends with the pretty neighbor lady with the pretty daughter who was close to carson’s age. the two had been forced on play dates as the two mothers lived their dream and promise to raise their first borns together.

when his sister came into the picture, carson felt as though he was now boring, unwanted, and worst of all, replaced. he despised the baby girl from a young age and oddly enough, the neighbor’s daughter didn't seem so bad anymore. a very long story short, a friendship and admiration grew between the two over the years while carson tried to not resent being a brother.

it wasn't until his sister's first crush broke her heart when she was seven that carson felt any real 'brotherly' feelings towards his sister. he likes to think that he was empathetic with her, but it wasn't that. it was more so that he did care, but there was opportunity for him to help her, protect her, and threaten the little shit that rejected his sweet sister. that started the hero complex and co-dependency issues that he and his sister share.

life was pretty easy for him, he was always pretty much a good kid who was raised to be polite to others and also just be himself. fortunately, since a young child carson had the type of personality that just drew people into him and he got along with everyone. caron’s interest in hockey would start at a young age, when he’d find himself simply tuning in to the many hockey games that his parents played around the house -- to the point that he easily memorized positions and the players.

since he lived so close to the university of north dakota, he used to go the university's hockey games as a little kid and that's how he found a love for hockey. it was one of the few things that kept his attention and carson just knew he was meant to play. carson was one determined son of a bitch. as soon as he got the idea to be a hockey player in his head, he stuck with it. as a child, he begged his parents to put him into a kiddie league and they ultimately said yes.

hockey was something that carson poured all of his energy into. his home life was filled with homework and watching his sister, but hockey practice was where he could be freed from all of that. he lived for practices and games for that reason alone. hockey has always been one of the very many steady things in his life. growing up, carson wasn’t exactly a star student in his classes. he was smart, but not in a conventional sense. if you asked him the quadratic formula, he would look at you like you were speaking a foreign language. however, if you asked him about who won the stanley cup in 1998 and the player statistics of that year, he’d be able to essentially recite a wikipedia's worth of information without any hesitation.

to avoid the extra-curricular tutoring that his parents insisted he needed if he was going to go get into a good school, he headed for the rink. the year carson turned thirteen, he made his town’s youth hockey team, preparing himself for the dream of making the nhl in a few years time. his small town team took home the championship the year he was named captain. “he’s the strongest center i’ve seen in years”, noted one of the coaches. it was the height of carson’s teen years. he was invincible -- eternally youthful. his parents stressed that he couldn’t rely on his body or physical prowess to carry him through life; your mind was the only reliable tool you are given. because they didn’t want their son to neglect his grades, they set out new rules: homework must be done on the way to and home from the rink, at least, and he had to help out around the farm once a week. even though they wanted carson to keep up with his schoolwork, his parents were the most supportive when it came to hockey. they cheered him on at every game, allowed him to get the best equipment, and even created a hockey rink in the backyard for him to skate on when the roads were terrible during the winter months.

2013 was a whirlwind year. before then, carson was just another small town boy with dreams of going to “the show”. there were plenty of bull-headed, ambitious boys that were willing to work for it, ones better than him, they said, but they didn’t have the heart he did. there was nothing more important than following his dream -- not prom, not exams, not girls, not friends. carson was that boy, the one with no plan b. people would roll their eyes when he missed another party or had to reschedule a test because of practice or games. but those same people were in the stands, cheering him on through every goal and assist after he made the “brandon wheat kings” and could finally say he was in major junior league. how fast he made captain surprised nearly everyone, except him, of course. sure, carson’s parents shoved university brochures down his throat every chance they got, but so did everyone else. “hockey isn’t a concrete career carson, you have to have a backup plan” rang in his ears, but instead of discouraging him, it spurred him harder. in every news interview, he was prepossessing -- with dark hair, maturity, and experience oozing out of every word. whether it was an act or not, it looked good. this wasn’t a dream, it was a pending reality. the charming, big-hearted boy matured into a courageous, focused, but still bullish, young man those seasons.

since he wasn’t eligible to be drafted just quite yet, carson decided to leave the major junior league to attend boston university and play for their hockey team. allowing him to continue his studies while still being able to play hockey. when he was a freshman, he suffered a very serious knee injury while on the ice and in front of scouts. carson had been so focused on wanting to be a nhl player that he didn't even care how serious his injury was -- as all he could really think about was how he blew his chance at impressing scouts, even though his injury wasn't at all his fault and a freak accident. however, the one good news that he got was that, once he'd healed from his surgery he could resume playing again, so it wasn't like it was completely over for a chance for him to one day accomplish his goal.

it took a little while and some extra hard work, and after going through a lot of physical therapy, by the age of nineteen, carson was a first round draft pick for the washington capitals and was officially a professional hockey player, just like he'd always wanted. hearing his name called for the nhl draft was almost a distant memory; the memory muddled like a far off dream. in reality, it was a binding contract that said where to be and when, a hefty salary with strings attached, plus a shiny signing bonus. his knee must stay healed and solid or everything would be snatched away, no pressure. even still, they must have enlisted a wide angle lens to fit his smile in the frame. his friends cheered him on from their screens at home, understanding why the boy was always on the go, had time for no one but himself, still bore a heart of gold. carson was on a plane that night, flying out to america’s capital, and settling into a hotel that would be his home for almost three months until he secured housing downtown. that year he spent busting his balls for the team that allowed him to shine like the star he was, proving himself to men ten years his senior, and adding on to his hero complex. being on a team with alexander ovechkin could’ve made carson look like an amateur, but all his hard work would pay off, as he got show the world just how great of a player he was. 

seeing all of the changes in his life and the change in his personality, his parents were calling almost every night to tell him that it wasn’t too late to back out of the nhl. his sister constantly asked him if he was doing okay. his rehab doctor occasionally emailed with concern about missing physiotherapy appointments. carson rarely, if ever, kept in contact with any of his hometown friends and found himself feeling more distant from them than ever. leaving his girlfriend of four years to start fresh. this was a new life, it was serious, this was adulthood. they would only interfere or pull him off track, and one injury had done that enough already. no one was slowing him down now, a pig-headed boy, and he didn’t know how to stop even if he wanted to.

he became quite a popular player throughout the league, leading the league in goals. despite putting up career numbers in goals and assists, he became a household name from setting a record for most minutes in the penalty box. carson tended to be a pretty physical player, bumping people from behind or hitting them into the boards. he’d been suspended on more than one occasion, which would make him be considered a dirty player. many players weren't too keen on his style of playing. but it never deterred him, he loved the physicality of the sport, the sheer amount of strength and endurance it took to keep up.

off the ice, some would likely say that carson is the type of person who'd be hard to miss in a room. when he was younger, he used to be louder, thinking that would grant him the attention he needed, but as he's aged, he's honed his people skills more and relies on his charm and intelligence much more than the volume of his words (but he can be loud, it's the sort of ability you don't lose with time). he's confident to the point where he can be considered arrogant, tends to be a perfectionist, and rarely (if ever) caves in once he's made up his mind. he's very energetic but gets easily bored with things, unless they truly catch his interest. along with that, the tabloids wanted to make him out to be this bad boy villain that he wasn't. he tried to ignore it, but the more he ignored it, the more the rumor mill ran wild. he just didn't understand why he couldn't just play hockey and not have to deal with the rest of the bullshit. sure, he has had some one night stands and hook ups but no where near the amount that people have claimed in the past. some girls he hooked up with in the past have sold him out to the press. sold photos of him sleeping or something along those lines just because they contributed to his "bad boy" image.

if carson’s hockey career couldn’t get better, it most certainly did when the washington capitals won their first stanley cup in his 2nd year with the team. so then he became a stanley cup winner, playing beside his favorite players, hanging with his friends, drinking more than he should, risking more than he should, loving more than he should. a mix of contrary traits and confusing quirks that defined his life as a hockey player.

it was the season after carson’s most successful season yet. his dedication and award-winning attitude landed him on center ice, staring down jeff carter across the center line. after the referee blew his whistle in the third period, carson saw nothing but black. a hard hit was a hard hit, but this was more -- it was personal. a grade ii separation of the acromioclavicular joint, also known as a shoulder separation. it could have been worse. his mother swore she saw his clavicle hanging from a thread, but that was just hearsay. it didn’t matter what she said, he were benched. his chirps before the game had gotten him in deep with a teammate from los angeles. he told carson to stay home and that he was just a pretty boy. but that’s exactly what he wasn’t going to do. six weeks of recovery, three months of rehab -- no one could take this away from him. was carson resilient, or just stupid?

lightning doesn’t strike twice, and carson’s journey to play for the washington capitals would prove to be difficult. before he got to get anywhere on the ice, he was a glorified locker room attendant, basically. it would have taken a miracle to get any playing time. his first few games back were difficult. carson was desperate to get play time and there just wasn't any chance for him to get it. he worked so hard to get where he was that he felt stuck. people kept telling him that it would happen soon. well, soon would never be good enough for him. commentators and sports analysis were saying he wasn’t as good as he used to be. which left carson feeling like he was under a microscope at all times. in addition to that, he would learn that while he loved the sport, being a professional athlete also meant you were apart of a business -- so, as a great as he was, it didn't stop him from being traded to a different team just a few years into his career. from washington d.c. to chicago, he was traded at just the blink of an eye.

as a washington capital, he worked his way to becoming an alternative captain which is why is hurt him so much to be traded. he thought that the team would be his team for years and they just traded him off like nothing. and sure, his performance wasn’t the best but he had one bad season after his best one yet. so carson was a little mad because he didn’t think he deserved to be shipped off to a new team.

now he’s in the windy city, looking for a new start in his hockey career and decided to stay at the malnati for the time being. he’s still feeling a little bitter about being traded so early in his career, but realizes that he still has the privilege to play. he’s been in the city for only a few months and is hoping to restart his career and life.

plotting

carson may come off as a jock... well, he is a jock, let's be honest here, sport is a huge chunk of his identity and it's also the reason why he can't stand still for too long. the boy has a lot of energy, it needs to go somewhere and what better way to use it than slamming into some people on the ice? he's loud, blunt, occasionally rude, he doesn't look for the attention on purpose but he draws it because of his demeanor.

carson has never had a hard time befriending others. in school, he was a troublemaker and an athlete -- a mix certain to get you popularity. but even now at twenty two years old, he isn't afraid to make himself look an ass to entertain others. he's never been shy and can talk to just about anyone.

carson is the kind guy who schmoozes his way in and out of every conversation, effortlessly gliding through social situations with confidence and style. his time on the ice has served him well, glowing in the spotlight but also having some grace to share it with nineteen other people. most of his rivals are deliberately trying to see him fail. he’s nothing if not a team player, as cliche as that is. he’s a natural leader and wants everyone to work together towards ultimate harmony. when you're out partying, he’s the guy that takes charge and decides what bar you’re going to. he’s always been someone who has been pretty free-spirited and marches to the beat of his own drum. he has quite the charming and engaging personality, he practically can get anyone to do anything but he's far from the manipulative type. half of the time, he uses his charming ways to get his friends to let loose and be as care-free for a moment as he tends to be. however, he's not someone who is too careless, he knows when to have fun and he knows when to take things serious. carson is someone who's going to be loyal to his friends, he's going to treat them like family and he's going to be there for them, no matter what they're going through and it doesn't matter if he can relate or not.

he cares about the people he has in his life and is a genuine, sincere, sensitive dude. always the boy who leaves his heart on the ice after every game, stands up for what he believes in, and is an unadulterated good person at heart. unfortunately, he tends to be so harmonious that he becomes influenced by others’ attitudes. if he’s around dicks, he’s going to act like a righteous, self-concerned asshole, if that’s what everyone else is doing. the insecurity of being young and impressionable, especially now with the spotlight shining a little brighter, tends to make him want to meld into the people around him. the weakness of his knee and shoulder caused him to become more anxious and protective of his reputation and abilities, coupled with the feeling that his parents are waiting for him to fail so he can pursue a more “realistic” path. he knows what he’s good at and has a hefty dose of confidence and ambition in him, but he can come off condescending and arrogant in the same light. ultimately, a true people-person who sees the good and wants to shed light on it, but sinks deeply into insecurity and fear if he feels vulnerable. but no matter how much he tries to put on a “hockey bro” aesthetic, he’s unabashedly a naive, soft-shelled boy who doesn’t know any better than to trust everyone means well.

not that carson has had a lot of time to date, with practices every morning and/or evening, and games every weekend, but the desire is there. throughout high school, when relationships were plentiful and bound to blossom, he was preoccupied with his sport. he did his fair share of complaining that he didn’t get that same teenagehood that his friends did, but then again, most of them played too. girls and dating came second to the game, refining their craft and honing their skills was more important. maybe not in their hearts, but in their heads, and for carson his head ended up winning more often. it was almost cut-and-dry that he would put his potential career over a relationship; one was up to him, and one was completely up to chance. in his heart of hearts, he is a sensitive, emotional dude who feels deeply and knows the clock is running on the rest of his life that he’s neglected in lieu of furthering his career. if there’s one thing that might subdue his parents' restlessness about him making no real “concrete” life decisions, it would be bringing home a girl that actually stuck. if he could avoid heartbreak for life, ensure that a girl would never come between him and his goals, then it would be in the cards. remember the pretty girl who was his neighbor as a little kid? when she came back into his life the summer of his junior year, it wasn’t supposed to be a long-term thing, just a summer fling. something to get his mind off of his impending career decisions, a “break” from the action. but, the only thing that takes more time than a relationship is a breakup, so somehow between her controlling, over-dramatic insistence that he pay attention to her any time he had a chance to breathe and carson’s innate desire to be independent above all else, they made it work for four long years. though, once he got into the league as a rookie, he had broken it off in favor of “enjoying his youth” (may or may not have been influenced by his old teammates) and was living the playboy years that he never got to enjoy when he was a teen.

since coming to chicago, he has dated off and on. there's been nobody serious, but i could see him dating someone for a couple months at max. he's a little distracted by everything going on in his career, so he's not completely focused on finding someone, but he's also not opposed to it. he's just not sure what he wants, and he's still so young that he doesn't feel like he needs to worry about what he wants quite yet. 

the blackhawks are a really important part of his life, he sees them as a family of sorts and he does his best to be in their good books. he's one of the resident idiots and troublemakers because on top of cracking dad jokes, he tends to jump into any stupid idea that comes up (he also gives a lot of them) and he's been known to play pranks on some of his teammates, especially when they're away for a game.

wanted connections 

his childhood best friend and ex girlfriend, olivia “ollie” im -- you know those childhood best friends that parents comment how cute they’d be together? yeah, that was ollie and carson when they were little kids. at first, they didn’t get a long considering they were set up by their mothers. however, over time they became close friends. like family, even. ollie moved away when they got to middle school, but he always thought about her throughout the years. when he saw her for the first time during the summer, he was quite in shock since he thought he’d never see her face again. when they started their relationship, carson played in canada with his junior team and then they continued their relationship when they went off to separate colleges. they kept their steady long distance relationship, and he was faithful to her despite all of the difficulties they faced. it was when he was drafted in the nhl that caused a rift in their relationship. his calls were less and less, which left ollie feeling like she wasn’t a priority anymore. i’m requesting her because of how interesting their dynamic would be to explore. 

his little sister, amelia -- as mentioned, carson here has a little sister that he’s pretty close to. he played his big brother role of helping by stepping in and help take care of her when he needed to. without a doubt, he's all about family, he loves and is very protective of each and every single one of his family members. he's a pain in their asses, but he loves them loads and he'll go out of his way to try and help them out if they need it, even when it's something he has no idea about.

work out buddies -- working out is something that carson is really into, so i'd love to have a person or two he works out with regularly and they just shoot the shit while they do it, try and motivate each other, and cheer for each other when they get a new personal record in. overall, he's very much into sports, so anyone sporty or athletic he probably could have crossed paths with.

pet buddies -- carson is looking to get a dog, so maybe he befriends some other pet owners? or walkers. he’s looking to get a coonhound, and they’re an extension of speed and need all the time outside.

sports fans -- since carson lived in boston for a bit, baseball became another sport he liked to watch. the red sox are his team. give him some baseball fans to argue with, to rejoice with, to get into a fight with for some silly arbitrary reason.

lingering feelings -- i've also had this idea of a friendship that fell apart because carson fell in love with a guy and then didn't know what it was, so he ended up being a complete ass about it. he was the first guy to really bring him any sort of awareness to his sexuality, and carson was rough on himself at first as he came to terms with that. it wouldn't have gotten anywhere but they might still be on ends because of it and it might be fun to play with, so hmu if you're interested!

in all honesty, carson’s open to quite a bit! he'll have connections with anyone through the malnati. maybe some fans or something too? like super fans that are really into him might be cool? i'm just spit balling with that. i'm also sure there will be plenty of people that are just annoyed by the thought of him because y'know there are some people who dislike the blackhawks for very valid reasons. feel free to throw something at me, i'm game to try anything!

#malnatiooc #malnatism #malnatiintro #i have been working on this for hours FSDHFFSF

[theannaredfield]

50 facts about Anna Redfield

(Because I have nothing else to do while I receive death by cupcake)

While Anna is written to be born on June 24th, 1997, she mathematically should be born in 1994. Hence why it was left 199X

Her middle name isn’t Cassandra, it’s just Cassie.

Cassie was the name of the first draft for Anna. This draft had her be a lot older and first appear in RE4.

The second draft was named Katerina, this was also the first draft with Devin and Shane.

Anna was never Chris’ biological daughter. It was never possible to fit in him and Jill having a kid. She’s always been adopted in some way or another

Her biological parents died in a car accident. This accident left her in a coma and with amnesia. It was remarkable she survived though because of how young she was. Chris was the one who found her at the scene, almost a year before the events of RE1.

Jill Valentine was not written down as her mother in the adoption, Anna decided that herself.

Anna’s locket was a gift from Chris, as well as a teddy bear that she keeps safe to this day

Anna only shows up in the events of RE3, and RE5. She is briefly in CVX and RE6 but is otherwise unplayable. She is the star of the events of “Santa Marica” “Blizzard” and “2011”

She genuinely doesn’t know why Christina hates her but she assumes it’s some Redfield/Wesker issue. Or it’s because she can’t kill her, probing Christina isn’t as great as she thinks.

Alyssa was the only one who got close to killing Anna, although it wasn’t by playing fair.

Anna has bright red hair and unnatural blue eyes, but both are very much natural. It’ll also be added that she is said to resemble her biological mom the most.

Chris actually kept Anna’s first and middle name the same but changed her last name. He planned to raise her as his own and then if she wanted her biological last name, he’d let her have it.

She suffers from some mental and physical disorders, but almost no one knows about them. The first to find out was Ace Gambol, though the story about how is less than pleasent.

She undergoes rigorous training to prepare her for the battlefield. She also took ballet when she was younger and not in the middle of battles, which she was pretty good at. She also knows a little martial arts, which she was taught by teammates.

Despite her body bearing many upon many scars, the thing Anna is most uncomfortable with is her chest. The scars bother her too but not as much.

Anna met Devin and Shane at Santa Marica and even saved Devin’s sister, Cearra. Her knowledge from Raccoon is the only thing that got all six of them out of there alive. (Unmentioned; Michael and Deann Dawn)

Anna Met Eliza after the events of RE4, and was basically her guide through the areas as she got used to it. She would later recruit her for Blizzard thanks to her skill with a knife

Anna is considered one of the worst characters because of her action hero nature, but it’s all skill after years of training. Her percision and everything comes from her hard work.

Anna ends up having five children in total, two with Devin Carson and three with Ace Gambol.

Despite having two kids with Devin, she did not enjoy being with him. She only put up with him for the kids sake but eventually just left him. The kids didn’t like him either, so they weren’t upset about it.

In fact, Anna and Devin weren’t together, they just told people they were and lived together to relieve tension and awkwardness.

Anna tried to throw fists with Ace’s husband on multiple occasions because he was a piece of SHIT.

Despite knowing Devin, Shane and Eliza the longest, she found comfort in Ace and Cherrilyn Sevel. Cherry was like a big sister to her.

Like any good husband should, Ace taught Anna how to relax and just take it easy, which is something she desperately needed to learn.

Anna’s locket holds a picture of herself when she was little and a picture of her, Chris and Jill.

Her favorite color is purple, followed by light blues.

She has a coffee addiction, like any good millennial

She rarely gets drunk, but did get absolutely wasted at Ace’s wedding (He wasn’t mad. He was just worried.)

Due to literally everything, Anna never got a regular education. She was basically homeschooled and learned everything online at a fast rate. Because of this, she lacks in most skills. This also goes for Shane, Devin, and the rest of them. “They’re soldiers, not scholars”

Despite being simple woman, her wedding and engagement ring was anything but simple. Wasn’t her choice but you know.

Anna has only played wii games and that’s it. Also she’s ass at Mario Kart.

The likelyhood of Anna having serious brain damage is high but she hasn’t been officially tested.

Her face model is Mieka Woollard

Her potential voice actor is between Caitlin Glass or Brina Palencia

Anna knows Carden Redgrave because of Ace, and they’ve plotted killing Ace’s husband multiple times

Her favorite flowers are the purple Lisianthus

She is canonically 5’6, which makes her taller than Shane Toricona, Jackie Gambol, Alyssa Wesker, Juwia Redgrave, Serephina Halvorie, Rebecca Chambers, and as a bonus, Bree Kamion.

She is always carrying a magnum when on missions because she’s learned that at this point it’s better to overprepare.

She also knows how to play piano because “you never know when you’ll have to solve a piano puzzle”

She has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions, and most of the time she comes off as really bitchy. She’s just stressed, feeling the entire world is on her shoulders sometimes. She doesn’t want anyone else to die

The second time she met Ace, she slapped him and she still feels bad

She’s great at birthdays, but can never remember her own.

You’d expect her to be really stuck up and have high expectations and be heavily conservative. She’s actually not. She’s really supportive of everything, or at least tries her best to be. As long as they’re not a murderer or a psycho, she doesn’t care. Go be happy, that’s what she’s protecting this world for.

Has told children to “fuck off” multiple times for many different reasons

Does she has a cat? A dog? No. She has a Fox 😎

If someone calls Chris “Daddy Thiccfield” one more time, there will be a murder

Believes with the bottom of her heart that Chris isn’t evil in RE8, but instead it’s a misconception. The idea that her dad is actually evil would probably break her.

Not in RE8 because she’s too busy trying to kill Christina again. Wasn’t in RE7 due to the birth of her son, Dominic Justin

Her first appearance was suppose to be a stage play, which is why I’ve had to rewrite “Blizzard” three times now.

[batfam-imagines]

Paramedic Batsis Fic

Alright so this is the fic that @headless-creativity sent me! This whole fic is from them, I just did a little editing!! 

If anyone else wants to do stuff like this just let me know! I’ll be glad to read and edit anything you guys send me

Gotham was in no sense of the word a ‘safe’ city to live in, you’ve lived here for twenty years so you’ve witnessed first hand how bad it can get. Sadly you grew up in one of the poorer areas which of course came with a higher crime rate as a result. You grew up in a small apartment with your mother who didn’t let you go outside much unless it was for school. She had told you from a young age that Gotham was dangerous and even your neighbors shouldn’t be trusted. When your mom had work she’d often have to take you with her since she couldn’t afford a sitter.

She worked as a nurse at a Wayne Enterprises Hospital and every day it was bustling and busy full of injured civilians and sometimes even criminals who needed emergency care and were later arrested. So busy in fact your mom often worked very long hours from six am till eleven at night. You knew it must have been hard, working so tirelessly every day, but you also admired your mother, she worked every day helping save the lives of people who didn’t even know her and probably didn’t care to.

Once you reached high school age you realized you wanted to be a part of that. You wanted to help save lives just like your mother! So every day after school you stayed at the library until your mom would pick you up after her shift. You started with the basic first aid and tried to learn as much as you could from there. However before you could make it to sophomore year that’s when things got harder. You were called to the office because you had gotten an emergency call from the hospital about your mom. She was on her way to work after dropping you off at school when a sudden building explosion caused large rubble to fall and crush your mother’s car. She was rushed to the ER by emergency responders but by the time the police had dropped you off she was in surgery. You sobbed in the waiting room, you were only fifteen! You weren’t supposed to lose your mother at this age!

After five hours of intensive surgery the ER doctor came to you and explained that your mother was alive, however she was in a medically induced coma and they weren’t sure how long it would be until she woke. You were at a loss of what to say, think, even do at that moment. That is until the doctor asked you if there was anyone for you to call? You explained through broken sobs that it’d just been you and your mother your whole life you didn’t know your dad or any of your mother’s relatives, it was just you two always. Now it was the doctor who was at a loss of what to do. You whimpered out a request to see your mother and the doctor really had no option than to let you until they figured something out. So you stayed by your mother’s bedside holding her hand and gently talking to her. You had read somewhere that it was important to speak with coma victims because they might actually be able to hear you and some doctors say they think it really helps. Even though you know she won’t wake up because the doctors are the ones keeping her in the coma, you can’t but hope that she hears everything you say.

After maybe two days of sitting and sleeping in your mother’s room you were visited by someone you’d never met. He told you his name was Bruce Wayne, he apologized to you about your mother and explained that he had met her once when she was working here. He said your mom was an amazing nurse and all her patients were always happy to see her. Bruce also told you that he wanted to help you by offering you a place to stay while your mother recovered. You were of course hesitant, you didn’t know this man, well you knew of him. His name was everywhere; one the news, on most billboards, on this very building you mother has worked in since before you were born. But you still had no idea of who the hell this guy was, outside of his billionaire persona he faced the world with, no idea who the man behind the flashing lights and big smile really was and that scared you.

He seemed to notice your concerns and combated them with a clearer explanation of his offer. “I only wish you repay your mother’s great work by giving her only daughter a home until she wakes up.” That’s what he said. You didn’t know what to do besides accept his offer, you had no home without your mother and no one had made a better offer to help you out You had heard that Bruce Wayne had adopted children before, two boys who didn’t have homes and they seemed to be living well. So, you accepted Mr. Wayne’s offer and allowed him to give you shelter just until your mother woke. You placed a kiss on your mom’s forehead and nodded to Mr. Wayne.

You arrived at the manor maybe half an hour later? It was very large about twice as big as the whole apartment building you and your mother had lived in. Bruce explained to you that he’d send someone to your building to collect some clothes and personal belongings for you. You nodded and handed him the spare key your mom gave you for emergencies. At the manor you met Bruce’s two sons; Richard “Dick” Grayson age nineteen and Jason Todd age sixteen. They were nice and welcomed you like a friend but you assumed that was only because of your situation. That day you were giving a guest room to stay in and you put your backpack by the bed sitting there wondering exactly what you were gonna do.

At about noon an older man knocked at your door he asked you if you’d like to have dinner with the family or if you’d rather have it in your room alone. You chose to take it in your room and thanked the man, now known to be Alfred, before he left. Eating your dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread, salad on the bed you wondered how long you’d be staying here. Hopefully not very long, you hope your mom would wake up before the week the school gave you to get sorted was up. Your hopes were squandered however when the week passed and you had to return to school while your mother still laid unconscious in her hospital bed. You tried distracting yourself with school in hopes of passing the time quicker but still made sure to visit your mother once daily.

It was a month later that the Wayne manor received a call very late on a rainy night that your mother passed away due to a brain aneurism caused by head trauma from the accident. You were woken by Alfred to the news and were of course completely devastated. Everyone tried their best to comfort you that night which to this day was one of the hardest nights of your life. The funeral the following week was small, just you and the Wayne family. You left your mother with a kiss to the forehead and a rose before she was lowered into the ground. Bruce opened his arms to you and you shakily slid into his embrace, the embrace of your new father who from that day on promised to take you in and raise you like he did Dick and Jason, as one of his own.

You continued high school for another two years and started your EMT training during your senior year. You had thought long and hard about what field you wanted to get into and you chose Paramedic because you wanted to be a First Responder, you wanted to be the person to help the wounded civilians get the emergency care they needed before reaching the hospital. You knew giving people this critical care was often the deciding factor in the survival rate of their emergency surgery and care. Paramedics were the same people who pulled your mother from the rubble and rushed her to the hospital.

When you went to college and got your two-year degree you went immediately to apply at the same hospital your mother worked in. You were given a job relatively fast which made sense you were once of the top trainees in you courses and you were very light on your feet. You knew you’d be busy and worked to exhaustion just like your mom, maybe even more so, Gotham’s crime rates have only risen since your mom worked there even with the constant help of the vigilantes Batman, Robin, and occasionally Nightwing and Red Robin. Still you knew you’d do everything you could just like your family has always done. You quickly gained a reputation as an outstanding Paramedic, one of the best in the whole of Gotham and you’d only been working eight months. You were also known for having a heart of gold since whenever a patient was in recovery and had no one there for them at the time you would step in and sit with them, keep them company when you were off shift.

You spent a good portion of your time at the hospital and that’s how you met Dr. Lillian Carson a heart surgeon who had been working there for two years and stole your heart in only half of one.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

You groaned and shifted away from the blaring alarm clock on the nightstand. Burrowing into the blankets further you tried desperately to try and regain some fraction of the peaceful dream you’d been having. A shift in the weight on the side of the bed you didn’t occupy didn’t really help with your efforts. A calm sigh came from above you as a body leaned over you and stopped the alarm with a simple press of a button. More weight shifted and then completely left the bed which left you with less body heat to accompany you in your blanket cocoon. Finally opening your eyes you let out a frustrated whine and sat up. A giggle was your response and you knew you’d have to get ready as well.  

You watched from the bed as your girlfriend shuffled around the bedroom picking yours and her clothing off the floor and putting them in the hamper before making her way to the bathroom. You took the opportunity to grab some fresh clothes from the dresser and get dressed before starting breakfast for the both of you in the kitchen, you didn’t have work today so it was the least you could do for her. When she emerged from the bathroom she smiled at you and sat at the kitchen island to eat. You watched her with a smile, you always thought yourself very lucky, to have such a gorgeous and intelligent women by your side. She was taller than average for a woman of only twenty four about 5’8, she had long wavy black hair that was more often than not held up in a bun to keep from falling into her eyes at work, her skin was a pale olive accompanied with various little freckles, and lastly her eyes they were a warm deep brown color. Those same kind inviting eyes you’ve had the pleasure of seeing almost every day for the past year.

“So Doctor Carson, how many patients are we thinking today?” you asked smiling over your cup of coffee. She returned your smile with her own genuine grin she’d often give patients when giving good news. “There shouldn’t be too many actually, I have a lot of patients to look over but only two scheduled surgeries for today. If nothing comes up I should be home by nine thirty this evening.” You both found this good news, it wasn’t often she got off before eleven on good days, which meant today was an especially great day. “Well I don’t have patrol tonight so… wanna order in a bunch of your favorite take out and laze around at my place to kickstart the weekend?” you offered hoping you’d get some proper alone time with your girlfriend without work keeping you both busy.

“That sounds really nice.” she grinned and leaned in to place a soft kiss to your lips. “It’s a date.” She beamed before getting up to gather her keys and purse to head off to work. She waved to you as she left her apartment, you’d been staying there a lot recently and you’d both discussed just moving your things into hers but you hadn’t gotten around to packing up yet. Speaking of your apartment you needed to stop by and clean up the place for your date.

After cleaning and a few other house chores were done you took most of the rest of the morning to read. At noon you left to visit the manor and your brothers. It was spring break for the schools at the moment so Damian was probably home, Tim was there for sure but probably won’t leave his room, Jason was usually there on Fridays to get updated on any new possible crime activity, and Dick was probably working at the moment but he usually stops by for lunch. Pulling into the driveway you saw Damian sitting on the porch with Titus. Climbing the steps you smiled at the young Robin.

“Hey Dami. Why are you out on the porch?” You asked leaning down to pet Titus and hug Damian. He half smiled returning your embrace. “Hello (Y/N). I am waiting for Jon to arrive, he and I are to have lunch together and train before heading out for patrol tonight. Father is allowing us to work together tonight without his and Superman’s supervision.” He explained. This concerned you, Bruce was letting the boys go out alone on a night patrol? Damian must have sensed the shift in your demeanor and explained further. “I had to promise father that we would not engage any of Gotham’s more notorious criminals, just petty crimes, anything bigger than a one man armed robbery is off limits.”

You nodded and smiled at him. “Well, be careful okay? If you get in over your heads you know you can stop by anytime.” You ruffled his hair before heading inside. Lunch went by very quickly and you decided to spend a few hours at the manor to catch up with the family about their lives outside the vigilante world. You saw them four nights a week on patrol but work often kept you too busy for much else. So you tried your best to stop by at least twice a week to hang out. You were planning on bringing Lilian to dinner at the manor and introduce her to the family after you’d moved in with her and gotten settled. Hopefully that’d be soon too, you were really excited for her to meet them because you knew they would absolutely love her, well Alfred and Bruce would, the boys would probably do the protective brother thing at her first but then they would definitely like her. She was witty and didn’t take crap from anyone so you knew she’d be able to handle them with ease.

When the clock said it was four fifteen you decided to leave and start to get everything ready for your date. You pre-ordered take out from a few of Lillian and your favorite restaurants and had them ready to pick up at nine. You also put together a couple snack foods like nachos and cookies that Alfred taught you how to make. Turning on the tv you pulled up (favorite show) for the two of you to watch together. You’d gotten her into it and now you were watching in together on your lazy days. It was funny because she often teased you for being into it but got caught up in it after watching only one episode with you. After checking if everything was ready you checked the clock; eight forty-five, time to pick up the take out.

Pulling back into your apartment building’s parking lot you noticed your window was open and shadows moving in the light. You grew worried, Lillian wasn’t off for another half hour, you really hoped it was one of your brothers and not someone robbing you. Grabbing the take out and climbing the stairs up the third floor you came to your apartment door and took a breath before quickly opening your door. At that moment you really wished it had been a robber and not what you actually opened the door to.

“Damian! Oh my god!” you shouted and quickly slipped in and closed the door behind you to prevent any prying eyes from seeing anything they shouldn’t. Throwing the take out to the side you examined the situation with a careful eye. There was Damian in his Robin get up laying on your couch holding a towel from your bathroom to his side with blood seeping through slowly, he was applying pressure to slow the bleeding best he could. Jon rushed from the bathroom with more towels in his arms and a scared look all over his face. He looked to the door where he heard your yell. “He said you were the closest and that you’d be able to take care of it!” Jon said running up to you.

You quickly grabbed the emergency medical kit you kept under the kitchen counter to patch up your brothers and sometimes yourself, it held more than normal medical kits for bigger injuries. You ran to Damian’s side and gently grabbed his hand holding the towel to his side. You looked Damian in the eyes, “Buddy I need to move your hand for a second okay? I need to see the wound so I can assess the damage and fix you up okay?” You tried really hard to keep the worry out of your voice like with all your patients but this was your little brother! Damian moved his hand slowly and hissed at the spike of pain caused by the movement. You quickly but gently lifted his shirt and examined the wound. You quickly placed another towel over it and told him to apply pressure again. He had two bullet wounds at his side, they didn’t look to have hit any major organs but there was a lot of bleeding. You had dealt with bullet wounds before but didn’t have the proper surgical training to remove the bullet closer to his organs. And by the looks of the bloody towel and the blood on the floor he’d need a blood transfusion. You needed help. “You can help him right?” Jon’s worried and trembling voice interrupted your thoughts.

You turned to the boy, he looked close to crying and he was looking to you trying his best to not look at Damian’s bleeding body. “Yes and No. I need to get him to the Batcave for a minor surgery but he needs a transfusion too and the cave is too far from here.” You explained. Jon started to shake a little, he was scared, more scared then he’d ever been. “What do we do then?” You had to think fast you couldn’t let Damian die like this. Then it came to yours and Lilian’s apartment that was only three blocks away and you’d get there in a barley a few minutes in your car. You crouched at Jon’s side and grabbed his shoulders. “Look Jon I know you’re scared but I need you to be brave okay?” He looked you in the eyes and nodded. “Good I need you to very gently but quickly carry Damian to my car okay? I’m gonna drive us to a friend who can help.” Jon nodded again and gently picked Damian up and, with his super speed, rushed him quickly through the building and put him in the back of the car. You rushed out the door of the building with your cellphone at your ear and medical kit under your arm.

It rang twice and Lillian picked up. “(Y/N)? I was just about to head over I’ll be there-” “No! Lily stay at your apartment I need your help with a wound!” You rush out as you climbed into the driver’s seat and quickly pulled out and sped off. “What? Are you okay?” She replied through the phone. “I’m fine! It’s Damian! He’s been shot twice and I need you to take out the bullets while I start a transfusion! He’s losing blood quickly and he won’t make it to the Batcave or Hospital in time. I need you to prep the medical kit you keep there and clear everything off your guest room bed! I’ll be there in a minute.” You rushed out your words and hung up before glancing at the back seat from the rear-view mirror. Damian was still conscious but had started breathing heavily. You pulled into the parking area so quickly you didn’t really even park you just skidded into an open area and quickly got out directing Job to rush Damian to the second-floor apartment 106 as you ran behind him.

When you came in through the open door you slammed it behind you and rushed to the guest room when Damian was already on the bed with his wound showing. You rushed to his side as Lilian assessed the damage. “Grab the anesthetic from my kit and numb his wound.” she ordered without looking away from Damian. You rushed to the kit on the side table and placed yours down next to it before grabbing the anesthetic and filling a needle. You moved to the bed and looked injected the drugs close to his bullet wounds causing Damian to bite down on a cloth you assumed Lily had given him. You grabbed his hand and gave in a sentimental squeeze before moving to start a transfusion while Lily grabbed her tools to start the removal of the bullets. Luckily you kept O- blood at her apartment after needing a transfusion yourself a few times. You have Jon hold the bag up while you and Lillian worked together to remove the bullets in Damian’s side. Luckily with Lillian’s help the bullets were out and Damian was stitched up within the hour and you were now cleaning his wound and wrapping it up. Damian passed out soon after the stitches ended. Lily said he should be fine but we needed to monitor him closely for the night. You’d sent Jon to the living room to rest after insuring him Damian would be just fine.

You let out a sigh and stood after finishing dressing the wound. “Thank you Lily. You saved my little brother.” You hugged her tightly and let a few tears slip from your eyes. She hugged you back and gently rubbed your back. “You helped too. We both saved your brother (Y/N).” She smiled at you and kissed your cheek as she pulled away. Turning to him she sat at his side. “You call your family I’ll keep my eye on him.” You stepped into the master bedroom and used you ear com, used on patrol, to contact Bruce and the others and informing them of what happened and where you were. Mere minutes later the boys, Bruce, and Alfred were all at the door. They rushed in when you opened it and immediately questioned you.

“What happened?” Bruce asked. “According to Jon he and Damian were trying to stop a petty theft that concealed a weapon, by the time they had noticed he’d already pulled it out and shot twice at Damian. He got away but Damian needed medical attention badly. I couldn’t to everything on my own and the clock was ticking so I brought him here.” You explained. You allowed them into the room and they gathered around Damian. Lily stood next to you and watched the family fret over the baby bird. Bruce stood, coming over to Lily and shook her hand. “Thank you for saving my son.” He smiled at her. She grinned back at him and shook back firmly. “I didn’t do it alone sir, and it was really nothing.” She pulled away and slid her hand into yours. “Though this isn’t exactly how I expected to meet the bat himself.”

Bruce didn’t visibly tense but he was quiet for a second. “(Y/N) told me all about who you guys are.” she explained. Then all eyes turned to you including Damian’s who had woken up ten minutes after the family showed up. “Right” you sighed and scratched the back of your neck. “I was gonna introduce you guys after I’d moved in with her but this;” you motioned to Lily with your free hand. “Is my girlfriend Lilian. She’s a heart surgeon in the hospital I work at and we’ve been dating for six months.” You told them. There was silence for a few moments before Alfred walked up and grabbed Lillian’s hand, taking it in both of his and smiling at her. “I could not ask for a better women to be by Madam (Y/N)’s side, thank you again so very much for helping master Damian.” The others all started to pipe up with gratitude and greeting and Damian even smiled at her and said he was glad to have another place to come when he is hurt.  

Then next morning everyone, including Jon, had left and had taken Damian to the cave for the rest of his recovery. Alfred had also had you promise to bring Lillian to a proper dinner with the family as soon as Damian was fully recovered. Sitting on the couch with Lily you pulled her close and sighed. “Sorry our date night didn’t go as planned.” she giggled at your comment and brought you into a passionate kiss. Pulling away she smirked at you, “Don’t worry it was exciting to say the least… and you can always make it up to me.” She winked at you. Blushing you hid your face in her neck and placed a small kiss there pulling her closer to you. Placing your forehead against hers you gazed into those warm brown eyes you loved so much. “Yeah, yeah I can.” you smiled at her and pulled her into another kiss. Later you’d have to clean the guest room and go to your apartment and clean the mess that awaited you there but for now you wanted nothing more than to focus on the amazing women you loved so much.

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task #4.     ┇      - ̗̀ aftermath. ̖́-

↘   setting: her father’s house. ↘   date: december 17th, 2018. ↘   synopsis: naomi goes to make sure the twins are alright. they are. she gets into an                        argument with her dad that changes her completely. 

fingers grip the steering wheel tightly, the tears in her eyes making it hard for her to see the road ahead of her so she blinks to relieve them. she felt a heavy weight on her chest, shallow breaths emitting from her lungs as the images of blair and daniel flashed through her mind over and over again. they were dead. those words, that thought felt so foreign to her. it wasn’t fair— it wasn’t fair that they had survived silverwood ( one of the most traumatizing things any of them had gone through ) and were slowly transitioning back into their normal lives only to be murdered by a ghost of their past. they were supposed to be safe now, they were supposed to be okay.

but they weren’t and it was her fault. she was the reason why he was put in prison, she was the reason why he had broke out and was in seattle, she was the reason why he was so set on harming her and her friends. it was all her. she’s the reason why blair and daniel were dead.

it begins to rain, and it’s not surprising at all. why wouldn’t it be? especially today out of all days. she’s stopped repeatedly by the red lights at intersections, only making the weight on her chest feel heavier. she has to get to ava and noah— she has to make sure that they’re okay. she’s already lost two important people today, she can’t lose two more. especially not them. it seems like hours but she’s finally made it to her father’s house, quickly jumping out of her car, the heavy rain pouring down on her and seeping through her clothes. tears begin to mix with the falling drops from the sky and she almost slips making her way up the steps and onto the porch of the house. 

bang bang bang, she roughly pounds her fists against the door, very impatiently waiting for someone to open the door. she hears it being unlocked and suddenly her step mother jacqueline is in front of her,

“ jesus christ, naomi you’re soaking w— ”

“where are noah and ava. ” she rudely interrupts her, not waiting for a response before barging past her and into the house. it’s still early in the morning so they should be asleep. she makes her way towards the spare room in the house ( one her father had turned into a nursery for the twins since they were here most of the time ) and sighs in relief as she sees them sleeping peacefully in their cribs.

“ naomi? why are you all wet? you’re ruining the carpet. ” she ignores her father’s question and immediately goes to see the twins, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. she’s so glad they’re okay and that he hasn’t been able to get to them. she covers her mouth to keep herself from sobbing loudly, and leans in to place a kiss on either of their foreheads, small drops of water landing on their sleeping bodies but she wipes them away so they wouldn’t wake. she can feel her father and his wife whispering in the hallway but right now she doesn’t care, all she does care about is the two sleeping infants in front of her. after a few more seconds, she slowly backs out of the room and into the hallway where she leans against the wall and begins to cry harder now that she thinks back to the reason as to why she’s here.

jacqueline and carson are both now looking at the brunette with confused stares, “ could you please explain why the hell you’re throwing a fit like this this time? did you get another parking ticket? naomi castillo i told you—”

“ blair and daniel dead. ” she manages to say in between sobs, looking up at them, “ they’re gone. ”

she explained everything that had happened that morning to them, moving into the kitchen to keep her sobs from waking the twins. her father and step mother just stayed quiet the entire time, not doing anything to comfort the crying girl in front of them. she was used to this, especially from her father. even after silverwood, he never made any attempts at trying to rekindle their relationship. he never told her it was going to be okay, he was never there for her. all this time and he had yet to give her a hug. crazy, right? her own father hasn’t even hugged her since they were reunited at the hospital after she was rescued from silverwood. and even then, it wasn’t a true, heartfelt hug. she felt nothing from it. 

“ so what happens now? is this going to finally make you realize that you need to quit that ridiculous job? ” she opens her mouth to reply but he cuts her off, “ no father figure, no job — you’re probably going to have to drop out of school now and you have debts you owe. what kind of mother are you going to be, naomi? i told you you weren’t cut out for this. ava and noah don’t need to be punished for your irresponsibleness. putting yourself into dangerous situations like this. what if it was you who was on that floor bleeding to death, huh? you never think anything through. you just do. you’re impulsive, naomi and that is not something a good mother should be. ” she feels her heart break and she doesn’t want to cry in front of him, it was only going to make things worse. 

“ why can’t you just be here for me? i just lost two important people in my life and you’re scolding me. you always do this. for one fucking second can you just stop treating me like i’m nothing to you? i’m your daughter, carson. ” this was the first time she has ever said anything to him about they way he’s treated her. but it feels good. the look on his face says enough— he’s both shocked and pissed that she was talking to him like that. so much has happened that at this point naomi doesn’t care for the way he thinks of her. not anymore. 

“ naomi castillo don’t talk to me like that,” his voice is stern and she rolls her eyes. “ this is exactly why we’re having this talk. you are my daughter. i have to take protect you and the twins. how could you think that i don’t care— ”

“ because you don’t. ”

“ i do. ”

“ bullshit. ”

he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh, “ can you please stop acting like a child and talk to me like an adult? ”

she bites her lip to keep herself from saying anything else, deciding that she’s been through too much in less than a day to start another argument with her father. “ i’m taking the twins home. ”

he laughs dryly, “ no the hell you’re not. if that psycho was bold enough to go where you work... murder your friends... their father... ” her breath hitches in her throat as a reminder and she looks down at the mention of her friends. their father. she bites her lip and begins to feel that lie itch at the back of her mind. you have to tell him. “... then he’s bold enough to go to your apartment. didn’t you say he took the photo off your desk? why would he do that? ”

there’s one question she hoped he wouldn’t ask. there were two ways she could go about this— tell him the truth and deal with the consequences or continue to lie.... continue to put herself and others in danger. she stays quiet for a bit, eagerly contemplating on her answer.

“ maybe he’s targeting you because you’re the one who sent him to prison. it’s the only logical explanation but let’s face it this man is anything but logical— ”

“ that’s not why he took the picture. ” she blurts out before she can process what she’s said. her eyes grow wide and there’s not turning back. she has to come clean. her father stays quiet, urging her to continue. the brunette takes a deep breath, knowing that her next words will change everything between them. everything.

“ h-he took the picture because.... ” pause. you can do this. “ b-because daniel wasn’t the real father. he was. ” there’s tears streaming down her cheeks and she can’t meet his gaze, knowing she would have a panic attack right there in front of him.

“ wai— what? what did you just say? ” he asks, walking around the counter so he could get closer to her. naomi tries to calm herself down before saying, “ mayer willis. he’s their dad.... i-i made a mistake dad i’m sorry... ” her voice cracks and and the tears intensify. she’s a crying mess.

the room gets quiet ( except for her light sobs ) and she knows she fucked up. god, why did she have to expose that right now? why? 

“ dad please say something. ” she breaks the silence and for the first time looks up at him. the look on his face says it all. he’s disappointed. she’s never seen this on him. ever. sure, she’s seen something close to it but never this. 

“ get out. ” his words cut through the air sharply and she’s at loss for words. “ now. and don’t you even think about touching ava and noah. ” 

she begins to panic and shakes her head, “ no... no stop they’re my kids— i— dad please don’t. ” she cries, feeling her heart drop at his words.

“ jacqueline, go to their room, stay with them and lock the door. ” that’s when she remembers that her step-mother just witnessed it all and a horrific sob leaves her lips, “ no you stay away from them you bitch! ” she feels the adrenaline building and she’s about to push past her father when he stop her, grabbing her forearms. she tries to release herself from his grasp, screaming and crying— telling him to let go.

“ LET ME GO! LET. ME GO! ” he stays quiet and beings to walk her towards the front door. “ AVA! NOAH! NO LET ME GO YOU CAN’T DO THIS! ” she cries out louder, only to have her own father open the door and practically kick her out. and once again the rain falls on her harshly ( it hasn’t cleared up from before ) 

“ naomi if you don’t leave i will call the police. ” he says as he stands at the doorway, blocking her from getting in. 

“ they’re my kids! you can’t just take them from me like this you can’t stop me from seeing them. ” her throat from how much she’s been yelling and she can faintly hear the infants cries from inside.

“ i can and i will. you’re no real mother. putting them in danger like that. sleeping with a serial killer. do you know how much that’s going to affect them? huh? that freak is looking for you— for them. you really think i’m just going to let you walk away with them like this? you’re wrong naomi. now leave and don’t come back. not for a while. ” and that’s the last thing he says before slamming the door shut and locking it.

she is heartbroken, a crying mess, and frustrated. ava and noah, the only two things that have given her life meaning this past year have just been taken away from her. daniel and blair, the only two people who would ever know the pain she went through were gone and never coming back. she falls to her knees on the soggy ground, mud being smothered against her clothes as the rains continues to hit her body like tiny daggers ( though it’s not painful at all, but she’s just imagining it like it is ) . 

                 and for the first time since silverwood— naomi castillo wishes she was dead. 

#fhq.task4 #—— ❛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ: ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ⊹ ᴛᴀsᴋ. ⊹ #damn i really had to do that huh?