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luvyeni · 8 months

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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 22 )

— CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: finally …

— 𖦹 warnings? mentions of family issues , mc cries

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“congratulations man.” sunghoon slung his arm over the boys shoulder. “you’re now gonna be a girl dad , and i am 1000 dollars richer.” jake glared at the boy.

“the next time you bet money on my baby , i’m gonna kill you.” he said , pushing the tipsy boy off of him. “noted , i just won’t tell you next time.” he walked away smirking , jake just shook his head , making his way over to you.

you sat on the couch , yunjin wiping your tears. “your makeup is so fucked up.” you laughed , she was right , you looked foolish , teary eyed and mascara running down your cheeks. “i know , i don’t care though , i’m just so happy.” you said , you didn’t even plan to cry , it just happened. “you should be , i just know you’ll be a good mom.” she hugged you. “thank you yunjin.” she hummed , before standing up. “i’m gonna go make sure those boys aren’t tearing our home apart.”

she walked away , leaving you alone – but it wasn’t for too long , jake making his way over to you. “can i sit?” you nodded , patting the seat next to you. “my parents send their apologies for not being able to come , they said congratulations , and they can’t wait to meet you.” your eyes widened. “i forgot meeting your parents.” he quickly calmed you down. “don’t worry about that , we still have time for all that.”

“you okay?” he asked , you had cried a lot and it kind of worried him. “i’m fine , it’s just that getting the gender really set everything , i’m really having a baby , a baby girl at that.”

“are you happy?” you smiled. “of course i am , i would’ve been happy if it was a boy.” you said. “but i can’t help but think about my mom.” he nodded , listening – he had been waiting for you to finally tell him about your relationship with your parents. “you want to talk about it?”

he moved closer , so no one could hear what you were saying. “there’s nothing to really say , i mean all my life my parents never really cared about me.” you started. “they cared more about my younger sister , i did everything on my on – i put myself through college , they had the money , but my sisters travels were more important , jungwon’s family basically raised me , they even helped buy the cafe , my parents don’t even acknowledge me as their daughter at this point.”

“when i went home , that was the first time in four years , and it went horrible.” you were crying again , jake frowned , reaching over to wipe your face. “i didn’t mean to make you upset.” he said , you flagged him off. “it’s okay , i told you i’d tell you when i was ready.” he hesitantly put his hands around you , pulling you in a hug. “i’m glad you did.”

you finally calmed down , jake getting up to get wipes to help you fix your ruined makeup. “i haven’t cried this much before in my life.” he chuckled. “it’s okay , cry all you want.” he said. “i’m fine now.”

you both sat there , jake listened to you talk , taking in all your features , smiling , not even fully paying attention to the words you were say , just taking in your beauty. “why are you staring at me?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “i don’t know , maybe because you’re pretty.” you rolled your eyes , playfully shoving him. “stop it.”

“i’m serious.” you look down at your lap smiling, thank you.” he smiled back , looking around the room , his eyes landing on jungwon how had been watching the whole thing. ‘ask her , stop being a pussy’ he mouthed , turning back to whatever he’d been doing with jay and ni-ki. “uh (y/n)?” he said nervously.

“yes?” you looked up , he rubbed the back of his neck. “you okay jake?” he sighed , it was now or never. “i know i said i didn’t want to like date or anything.” he started. “but these past couple months , getting to know you and all , i really grown to like you , like a lot and i was wondering if you’d maybe want to go out with me.”

you were taken aback by the sudden confession. “i didn’t expect that.” you said. “it’s okay if you don’t want to.” you shook your head no. “no no , that’s not it , i do i was just shocked.” his eyes widened with glee. “you do?” you smiled nodding. “of course i do.” he wanted to jump for joy , but he opted out , not wanted to embarrass himself. “cool , i’ll handle everything else , don’t worry.” he said , sunoo suddenly drops sunghoons drunk body on the couch next to you , jake moved his arm in front of you.

“fucking finally , we were tired of listen to you two flirt on the couch , and i’m tired of dragging his drunk ass around the apartment , how do you get drunk at a baby shower?” he rolled his eyes walking away. “congratulations on having a boy (y/n).” the boy slurred , you laughed. “i’m having a girl sunghoon.” he opened his eyes. “oh well that’s cool to , it doesn’t matter.” you shook your head , getting up. “i’m gonna go help clean up some , help your friend jake.” you walked away.

“you just had to go ruin everything.” he wanted to smother his friend with a pillow. “you alcoholic.” his friends shrugged. “you already got the date , it’s good someone intervened before you made a fool of yourself.” jake glared at his friend.

if he wasn’t in such a good mood , he would’ve strangled the boy.

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Step dad - e.m

HELLO LOVES! how is everyone doing? angst to fluff step dad!eddie fic. okay this honestly broke my heart writing but i knew it had to have a happy ending so i hope you all enjoy! don’t forget if you have any requests or if you wanna talk my inbox and dms are open! don’t forget to like and reblog, it means so much to me- enjoy the fanfic loves!

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you had a beautiful daughter, Maggie, who had just turned 7. you had her when you were 18 and at the time you felt like your life was over but that was not the case now, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and you were so grateful that you had her.

you had started dating Eddie when you were 20 and he was 22 making Maggie only 2. to be honest you were terrified to tell Eddie you had a daughter. you'd get stares from everyone in Hawkins, older people, people your age and even a few teenagers who looked at you with disgust. yes, you had a baby at 18 and yes you weren't married and yes you and her father broke up, but, no one was judging him.

everyone only judged you and you hated the differences between how you were treated and how her dad was treated. but when you finally did tell Eddie about Maggie, he was very excited to meet her. he didn't care that you had a daughter, he liked you and you having a baby didn't affect that.

now, 5 years later, you lived together in a beautiful home and had a baby on the way. you loved Eddie and you were so grateful that he and Maggie got along. they were so close and Eddie loved Maggie like she was his own blood and at this point she practically was.

since Maggie had started school, she had been distant toward Eddie and it broke him. the two of them had a special bond and to see her staying away from him was so upsetting. Eddie had picked her up from school and she stormed straight past you. "baby what's wrong?" you had turned around to watch her. she stood at the bottom of the stairs with the biggest frown on her face.

"i asked you to pick me up not him" she shouted making your eyes widen. she had never shouted in her life and this shocked you. she turned and ran up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed her door shut. Eddie walked into the living room with tears filling his eyes. what the hell happened?

he came and sat next to you, his head gently resting on your huge baby bump. his shoulders were slightly jolting, meaning he was definitely crying. "what happened?" you whispered, stroking your hand through his hair. "i just- i've never heard her so mad. she was so angry that i was there to pick her up. i tried to hug her and she just ignored me and walked to the car. i don't even know what i've done wrong"

Eddie never cried. never. not even when he was getting bullied in high school so this was hurting him and you could tell. "it's okay Ed's. she's probably just adjusting to her school and taking it out on you because she loves you. i know it's not an excuse but you haven't done anything wrong baby. don't worry" he sniffled and looked up from your bump.

his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were covered in tears which you quickly wiped away with the pad of your thumb. "i'll speak to her after dinner, try figure out what's wrong with her" you smiled sympathetically at him. he sighed and nodded his head.

you and Eddie were waiting for Maggie to come out of her room for dinner. you were going to be sat next to her so maybe she felt comfortable enough to tell you what was going on with her. you were confused. she had always been your sweet baby girl and now she was just horrible.

you heard small patters of footsteps as she finally decided to come out of her bedroom after hours of being in there alone. she came into the dining room and saw you and Eddie sat opposite each other with two plates in front of you with hers next to you.

Eddie didn't want it to be awkward so when he and Maggie caught eyes he smiled softly to her which she completely blanked, making his smile drop completely. he really had no idea what he did. she came and sat next to you, looking down at her plate of food as she listened to you speak to Eddie. "so Ed's, how's David?"

David was Eddie's boss and luckily they both got along well, making Eddie's job a lot easier. "he's okay, gotta work with him tomorrow so i might be a little late but not as bad as last week" last week Eddie had to work extra long shifts as it was Maggie's birthday coming up and you couldn't work due to maternity leave, meaning Eddie was your only source of income for the next few months.

"that's good, maybe next week we could all go to the cinema? wanna go see the film you wanted to watch Mags?" she just shook her head 'no'. you looked at Eddie and frowned.

you turned you attention back to her after Eddie's face filled with confusion. you ran your hand through her hair, tucking the few strands which had fallen onto her face behind her ear. "Maggie, do you wanna tell us what's the matter?" she yet again shook her head 'no' and played around with the food on her plate.

"sweetheart me and mummy just wanna help you, we love you very much-" Eddie was cut off with the sound of Maggie's fork hitting the table, making you flinch. "can you stop acting like you care" she shouted, her eyes looking directly at Eddie. Eddies eyes widened as he listened to what she had just said "i- what? Maggie i do-" he stuttered.

"you aren't my dad and i hate you Eddie. i wish i never met you" she shouted, cutting Eddie off yet again. you sucked in a breath, shocked at how she had just spoken to the one man who was always there for her. "Maggie that is not how you speak to-" your sternness stopped as you heard Eddie's chair slide across the dining room floor and watched as he walked to the front door, his sniffles were loud, he was crying.

Maggie looked down at her lap and fiddled with her fingers. you got up from the table and followed Eddie, allowing her to think about what she had just said. Eddie was a big softie at heart and anytime you'd tell Maggie off for different reasons, he was always the one she would run to so he could give you his best puppy dog eyes and get you to apologise to her.

he was the one who was there when she had a nightmare and she was calling out for him, no matter what time of the morning it was he'd be there to comfort her. he was the one who picked her up from daycare if she was sick because she'd ask for him, it didn't matter what he was doing he'd drop everything and go to her because he loved her.

at heart she was his daughter and he would love her just as much as his own baby who was coming very very soon. "Ed's please wait" you said, watching as he opened the car door but stopped himself just before he got in when he saw you waddling towards him. he had thick tears streaming down his cheeks as he took in every word Maggie had said to him.

you finally reached him and his head fell straight onto your shoulder. "i'm so sorry baby. i'm so sorry she said that to you" you ran your hand through his hair and rubbed his back comfortingly as he sobbed. you had no clue why Maggie would say that. she had always called him 'daddy' from the minute she met him when she was two years old and now she was using his first name? it shocked you.

"i'm gonna go stay with Wayne. just for a few days whilst she calms down. i don't wanna make her uncomfortable" he said looking up from your shoulder, voice strained as he finally started calming down. you went to protest against it but he stopped you. you didn't want him to leave. "it's just for a few days so she can calm down. i'll come straight back when she's ready. i have a few bits at Wayne's but if i need anything else i'll call you first so you can make sure she doesn't see me"

your heart broke. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable when it was actually the other way round. she was making him feel uncomfortable. "i don't want you to go, what if i need you?" you whispered. you could barely sleep because the baby kicked you all night and Eddie was the only one to calm them down. "if you need me to calm down the baby i'll come back and stay until you're asleep but i just think it's best for me to go. she's obviously upset baby and it's best for me to go"

"only for a few days?" you asked, hoping it would only be a few days and not weeks. "a couple of days" he promised, kissing your cheek gently before kissing you properly. "i'll visit you at work tomorrow. we can go for lunch when she's at school" you said watching him nod. he really didn’t want to go. he hated leaving both of you but if it made Maggie feel better he would do anything.

he kissed you one last time before bending down to kiss your bump which was quickly ‘reciprocated’ with vigorous kicks. Eddie smiled and sniffled as you gently wiped your thumbs across his cheeks, getting rid of any sign of tears. he watched as you backed away from the car. the trailer he grew up in was only 10 minutes away from the house you all lived in.

he backed away once he saw you were a safe distance away from the car and blew you a kiss before he sped off down the road, leaving you with an angry Maggie and a kicking baby.

a few days had passed and it had been the hardest few days of your entire life. Eddie came back to the house every night just so you could get a least a few hours of sleep before you had to take Maggie to school. it was now a Saturday and all you wanted to do was chill out. the baby had been kicking all the time, your feet were really swollen and your back was killing you.

Maggie had been pretty quiet since Eddie had left and had barely spoken to you unless she really needed something. you were sat watching ‘Dirty Dancing’ when you heard Maggie’s footsteps coming from behind you. “mama” she said biting her nails as she approached you.

when Eddie left you did tell her off. what she said has hurt him and it had also hurt you. it wasn’t a bad telling off but she definitely understood where she was wrong. “hi mags” you smiled, opening your left arm so she could come sit next to you. she sat next to you and sighed before playing with her fingers again.

“i miss daddy” she whispered, looking into your eyes. her eyes were filled with tears and her bottom lip quivered. she was definitely about to cry. Eddie had come back to the house, just not when she was there unless you called him to calm down the baby, but other then that he was either with Wayne or at work.

Maggie had reflected on how she acted and her feelings were obviously to big for her. the actual reason as to why she was so horrible to Eddie was because of what some kids at school were saying to her. it was obvious that Maggie wasn’t Eddie’s baby, she looked nothing like him, and people talked. you knew a few of the mothers who’s kids were in the same class as Maggie and all they did was speak about you and how you were a teen mother.

children also listened, meaning they knew Eddie wasn’t Maggie’s dad and they teased her. your fave was filled with sympathy as you watched your daughter break down after realising how horrible she was to her dad. she had fat tears rolling down her cheeks and loud sobs came from her. she had never ever cried like this.

you pulled her into your arms and kissed her forehead. luckily Eddie was coming back today, the ‘couple of days’ was up and you just needed him here and it seemed like Maggie did too. “i know you do sweetheart” you rubbed her back softly as she sobbed. the poor girl missed him so much and it was showing.

“i’m sorry mama. i’m sorry for being mean” you pulled her closer to you and just let her cry. you knew she was sorry. if she wasn’t she definitely would not be crying like this. it was like the universe had heard Maggie because after a few minutes of her crying the front door opened and Eddie came in.

he could hear Maggie’s sobs from outside the front door and the first thing he wanted to do was just run in there and hug her, but he wanted to respect her boundaries and wait for her to come to him. he walked into the living room and immediately got Maggie’s attention. she pulled away from you and ran straight to Eddie, her arms outstretched so he could pick her up.

“daddy” she sobbed, her face scrunched up as her tears carried on. he picked her up and her arms went immediately around his neck. she’d never hugged him so tight in the 5 years he’d known her. “hi sweetheart” he whispered, kissing the side of her forehead gently.

he walked carefully to the sofa and sat down next to you and made sure Maggie was comfortable. “i’m sorry” she hiccuped, her breathing was irregular from all the tears and sobs. “i know baby, i’m sorry too” Eddie didn’t know what he was apologising for but he did anyway. he wanted her to feel safe. he wanted her to feel loved.

you had told Eddie about the kids at school and he immediately understood. being picked on wasn’t nice and he knew from experience. “i don’t hate you, i love you and i don’t wish i never met you, i wish you were my real dad” Eddies heart melted. his arms tightened around her and he kissed her head one more time.

after a few minutes she finally calmed down and looked up from Eddie’s neck. “i’m really sorry daddy” she said, the only trace of her tears was her stained cheeks and hiccups from where she had gotten herself so worked up. “i know sweetheart. thank you for my apology” he said as she fell back into his chest. you watched the scene unfold in complete admiration and adoration.

Eddie was an amazing father to Maggie and watching the two of them always filled your heart with love, no matter what it was. Eddie took one arm off of Maggie’s back and opened it so you could shuffle across to him. there was one thing Eddie loved and adored and that was time with his two beautiful girls, no matter what happened, he would always be there for you when you needed him.

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fanficshiddles · 8 months

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 22 (Final Chapter)

Jade was in awe when they arrived on Asgard, but was even more in awe when she met Frigga.

‘My god, you’re so beautiful!’ She blurted out, making Frigga smile widely.

‘Thank you, my dear. So are you, I can see why Loki has fallen in love with you.’ She said and knowingly looked at Loki, who blushed. ‘Loki, you best head inside while I get Jade ready for the ceremony.’

‘Of course.’ Loki said excitedly as he kissed Jade on the forehead before rushing into the great hall, where Jade could hear lots of voices inside talking excitedly.

Frigga took Jade’s hand. ‘I’m sorry about everything you’ve had go through this last year. I hope that marrying Loki will be a happier fate.’

Jade smiled and her eyes began watering. ‘It definitely will. I love him, so much. If it wasn’t for him, I really don’t know what I would have done.’

Frigga tucked Jade’s hair behind her ear. ‘There is nothing expected of you here, just be yourself… If I may say, you don’t look entirely comfortable in that dress. Would you like me to change it for you?’

‘Yes! Please! This is so uncomfortable, and not my style at all.’ Jade said as she looked down at said dress.

Frigga pondered for a moment, then with a wave of her hand, had the dress change into one that suited her much better. It wasn’t quite as dramatic and showed her figure off in a better way, yet with elegance. And instead of being white, it was golden.

‘I can change it if this isn’t for you.’ Frigga said as she had a mirror appear next to her for Jade to see.

Jade gasped as she looked in the mirror, it was a stunning dress. Perfect… well, almost.

‘It’s so beautiful. Thank you! But could you maybe add some green in somewhere?’ Jade asked shyly.

Frigga grinned. She then had some green added to the dress around the neckline and around the hem at the bottom.

‘Thank you! It’s perfect.’ Jade said excitedly.

‘Now, one last thing…’ Frigga looked over Jade’s shoulder and nodded.

Jade heard footsteps coming towards her. She turned around and began crying in happiness. It was Richard.

‘Dad! You’re here! I can’t believe it!’ She ran to him and hugged him tightly.

Richard began crying, and when he stepped back to look at her properly, he cried some more. ‘Jade… I never thought I’d see you again, never mind actually be able to walk you down the aisle.’

They both cried and hugged some more. Frigga sorted her make-up for her, then opened the grand hall doors and she began to walk down the aisle with her dad.

The grand hall was incredible, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then she noticed the guests there, as well as Asgardians for Loki, all the Avengers were there. Plus her band mates. However, when she got near the front nearer Loki, she saw her mum. So of course, she had to give her the biggest hug before then carrying on to Loki.

Who took her breath away.

She was blushing as she got to Loki, who took her hands and struggled to get his words together from how beautiful she was.

‘I…’ He looked down and took a deep breath. ‘I can’t believe this is happening.’

‘Me too.’ Jade whispered and giggled from nerves and excitement. ‘Everyone’s here!’

‘I wanted it to be perfect for you.’ Loki pressed his forehead against hers. ‘Nice touch with the green on your dress.’ He smirked.

‘Of course.’ Jade laughed. ‘I see where you get your talents from now.’ She said as she glanced over at Frigga, who was looking on proudly.

Odin then cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention so he could begin with his speech.

Loki couldn’t stop gazing into Jade’s eyes and he couldn’t stop stroking her cheek or holding her hand. Jade felt utter happiness, and she was still in disbelief. What was to be the worst day of her life, was now the best. And it was just the start.

Odin's words were a bit of a blur for the couple, just so wrapped up in one another. After saying their I do’s, Odin slammed gungnir down to the ground three times.

‘I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Prince and Princess of Asgard.’ Odin announced.

‘I love you so much, Loki.’ Jade said as she began tearing up again and so did Loki.

‘I love you so much too, my darling.’

Everyone erupted into cheers as they kissed.

‘You’ve saved me.’ Jade whispered over his lips.

Loki held her face in his hands.

‘You’re my cupcake. And as the law states, no one takes my pudding.’

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #the call of fate

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mioyeo · 1 year

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8 Makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , heavy abuse , crying , minor panic attack, , vomiting , Ptsd , burned bodies ,please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy ,

Also if you want to be added to the tagging list for the next chapter comment so I can add you

I apologize for taking longer than I actually wanted to upload this chapter, this is the final chapter of meeting all 8 boys the next chapters will be them meeting each other at breakfast time in two groups with each four members

Word count: 1,5k

MEETING JONGHO

��𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝟬𝟴𝟮𝟯

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 : 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 : 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟬

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 𝟭.𝟳𝟲𝗺

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 , 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 , 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥

She was going through the patients files and organizing them since there was still time before meeting her last patient

All files had bunch of pictures from their childhood and other stuff inside boxes so Y/n took out everything and started reading through the boys files

" A diary ? "

The blue book with bears was opened as she started to read through it

February 16th , I came home from school to my parents loud commotion again one thing I was glad about was that my little brother stayed at a friends house

She continued reading carefully and making notes about him on her book for all of the eight boys

" So he had lived with problematic Parents ? "

She flipped the page

February 22 , Dad hit mom again after coming home drunk he had lost his job and blamed it on her for some reason, I hid underneath the staircase afraid he'd come up to my room and see me or grab my little brother so I told him to hide under his bed until I get him

She frowned and continued flipping the pages reading through it

March 5 , Mom cried because she couldn't afford to buy me a new school uniform so I had to go to school with the same from last semester, I don't blame her dad spends all our saved money on drinks and than blames us for being miserable , I wish I could work to help mom and wipe away her tears

" So his dad was the abusive one "

Y/n made notes feeling her heart beat a bit faster when she just got a glimpse of imagination from the whole situation

March 29 , Dad put his hands on mom because a friend tried to help her pay for us , he beat and cut her hair off , I watched her look at herself in the bathroom that night with tears streaming down her beautiful face, mom saw me and shushed me telling me to go back into my room and not make a noise

Y/n looked away as she started imagining the situation in graphic details

April 30 , I came back from school to see ambulances , firefighters and the police surrounding my home , they tried taking out the fire as people looked worried and started crowding around the house, I saw how my little brother's body hugged my moms as they held each other severely burnt lifeless , my dad had put the house on fire because my mom wanted to divorce him and take us away , and that was the last day I ever saw the people I cared about the most after that beautiful morning

Y/n stood up and ran to the nearest sink and started throwing up as her whole body shook in terror

" Gosh , h-how can someone do this "

She held onto the sink and tried calming down as tears fell

" What's wrong with her ? "

The voices of her colleagues entering the break room made her wash her mouth and clean out the sink quickly

" Is everything alright? "

Someone asked her while biting into their apple

" Yeah I'm fine just felt a little overwhelmed "

She smiled and started packing the stuff back inside the box and putting it away

" Have a nice break "

Y/n went out the room and made her way to her patients room after calming down fully

" He is in a very isolated situation "

The guard told her after pressing the button allowing her to enter the boys room

She slowly entered and saw him look at his feet as they swayed back and forth

" Hey , how are you doing? "

He looked at her and stopped swaying his feet

" If your here because tha-"

" Don't worry I'm not trying to persuade into talking about anything , just checking up on you and introduce myself "

She smiled at him and sat on the chair she brought with her

" Who are you ? "

" Well I'm Y/n your new psychiatrist and the one that it's in charge of you now "

" What do you mean in charge of me now "

She chuckled and waved her hands

" As in help you getting better , im the one assigned for your needs here "

" That's just bullshit , y'all just say stupid meaningless things in hope to make us believe it so you can gain money "

He scoffed and sat up

" I'm going to be frank with you , some of these psychiatrists here are the most disgusting human beings I have ever seen and witnessed the type of behavior they sell out "

" I know that , I saw some worker push some kids head into the laundry machine as I passed to go to the cafeteria "

He shrugged his shoulders

" I just want to assure you that I am not like them , and if you'd give me a chance I'll show you what I mean "

She smiled and clapped her hands together

" You seem like a happy go lucky person and it kinda scares me "

" Oh so you prefer me to act like a monster? "

She stood up and ran around doing silly things making the boy look at her weirdly

" Why are you doing frog sounds if you said your a monster ? "

" Really ? Well how does a monster sound than ? "

He looked away and teared up slowly

" Is everything alright ? "

"M-My mom knew how to make monster sounds "

The boy teared up and wiped his nose

" Hey , I'm sorry for making you upset "

She said softly indicating him to breath in and out before he could get a panic attack

" I saw their burnt bodies t-that day "

He kept rambling and sobbing rocking himself back and forth

" Is it ok if I wrap my hands around you ? "

She held out her arms and waited for the boy to come on his own

" Remember if it makes you uncomfortable than you can decline the offer alright? "

Y/n counted slowly as she saw him whimper and cry out loud

" He-e said he will kill me once he's out "

Loud cries where heard as he cried with his eyes closed

" Listen can you tell me where you are now ? "

“ H-He’s staring at me ”

" Try touching the stress balls "

She had put some anti stress toys on his bed to get him back into reality

" Good job keep kneading them and when I tell you to count till twenty you'll open your eyes

Y/n kept monitoring him as she felt him slowly focus more on the touches

“ Just focus on the smell I’ll be waving around your nose and tell me what it is "

She grabbed a strong mint oil and swung it around his nose as he sobbed

“ Tell what do you smell ”

“ I-It’s minty and strong it’s burning my nose ”

Y/n removed the bottle and waited for him to fully focus on his own

“ Keep breathing in and out , I’m here ”

The boy sniffed and slowly tried opening his eyes making Y/n feel bad because she slightly triggered him

“ Where are you now ? ”

“ I-In my room ”

He finally looked at her and wiped his eyes

“ I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable ”

She apologized looking at him with a sad smile

“ What is your name again ? ”

“ Y/n what about you ? ”

“ I’m J-Jongho ”

He sniffed again and looked at her as his eyes darted towards the mini bag she had with her

“ Want to know what’s in here ? ”

Jongho nodded and waited patiently

“ I brought you something that will help you a lot , there may be days I’ll be busy with the other patients and I won’t be able to check on you on time so I bought you a friend to keep you company for the while ”

She pulled out a yellow bear that had a hat on and a small Apple on his hand

“ Do you like it ? ”

He smiled at the bear and looked at her

“ It’s beautiful and smells like vanilla ”

“ You’ll find out the purpose why the bear gives out that smell ”

“ Thank you , you do seem nice but I don’t trust you that much fully ”

“That’s ok , trust comes first and also tomorrow you can have breakfast with the other boys if you’d like ”

“ I’ve never really left my room , are their big boys ? are they mean ? ”

“ Don’t worry the other three boys are nice but you don’t need to come if you don’t want to ”

He looked at the bear and back up to her

“ Can I take Joongie with me ? ”

She smiled and nodded

“ What a cute name you picked I like it ”

Y/n stood up and clapped the chair together

“ Well Jongho I’m looking forward to tomorrow, is there anything you’d like to eat ? ”

“ I don’t really like sweet stuff ”

“ How about a cheesy toast ? ”

He smiled and nodded

“ I’ll see you tomorrow than sweet dreams ”

She waited for him to lay back down and finally left

Getting to know patient 0823 done

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hangmansgbaby · 5 months

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You Burn With Us T E A S E R

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Hearing your name called during the reaping for the 72nd Hunger Games was not what you wanted to hear that day and when your friends and family came to say goodbye to you, it was the hardest part.

Saying good-bye to your dad, while still hard, was different then saying good bye to your best friend but that's what happens when your dad won his games 22 years ago and is now a mentor.

But when Jake came to see you is when you really cried.

“Hey,” Jake says as the peacekeepers guide him inside. You immediately wrap him in a hug and he holds you close.

“I’m scared.” You admit, the words muffled as you bury your face into his chest.

“You got this. I believe in you.” Jake pulls you away from him to plant a friendly kiss to your forehead and then one on your cheek. “You come home, you hear me?” You nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. Two peacekeepers escorted Jake out while two more came in to escort you to the train where your clearly already drunk father and Capitol Escort Effie Trinket waited for you.

The next week in the Capitol felt like literal hell. The 4 days in the arena were worse. After day 2, you had started singing to keep your sanity, which made the capitol love you more and more. Sponsors quickly started sending everything you needed to make it to the end. By the end of the fourth day, only you and the girl from District 4 remained. The final minutes in the arena were a blur. One minute you were singing to yourself walking through the woods, the next you were fighting for your life and all you remember was standing in the middle of the field, covered in blood as the Capitol jet flew in to bring you out.

You spent every weekend traveling back to the Capitol to sing at events per the -request- demand of President Snow. You hated it. Then the Victory Tour arrived and swiftly came and it wasn’t long before you were standing right on that stage at the Justice Building for the Reaping of the 73rd Hunger Games.

“Welcome! Welcome, welcome. Happy Hunger Games. And, may the odds be ever in your favor.” Effie smiles from the mic.

You sigh, looking out amongst the citizens of District 12, eyes landing on Jake who flashes a smile towards you. Your lips can't help but curl up and smile back.

“As always, ladies first.” Effie walks to the bowl in front of you and pulls a name from the hundreds of names. “Raine Lawrence.” The sigh of relief coming from should’ve been a red flag in your brain. Even if your girl friends are safe, there's still the boys you have to worry about. “And for the boys.” Yepp, you think, there's the anxiety. “Jacob Seresin.”

“No.” You breathe out. Your eyes flash over to Effie then to your father behind her before meeting Jake’s eyes as he makes his way to the stage.

“Our Tributes from District 12.” Effie cheers. “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

As soon as they let you into the room you were wrapped in Jake’s arms crying.

“This isn’t right.” You cry.

“It’ll be okay.” Jake soothes. “Hey, you know why?” He asks, pulling back.

“It won’t be.” You respond but he continues.

“Because I have a father daughter victor duo coaching me to the top.” Jake smiles. “And I know that my best friend won't let anything happen to me in there, okay?”

You didn’t feel like it was okay. The week leading up to the Games, you spent every waking moment speaking to anyone you had performed for or knew you, gathering sponsors for Jake.

Then it came time to send him in. You elected to escort Jake to his entry point and regret it the closer you got to the door.

“I’m coming home to you. I know I will.” Jake flashes a smile your way just as the door closes. You locked yourself in your room on District 12’s floor of the tribute center, only tuning in to Caesar Flickerman’s report at the end of the night to make sure Jake was still alive. Fortunately, the efforts and deals you had made prior were fruitful and Jake received everything he needed, aiding in his success in the Games, and when he stepped off that jet after the games, you were the first person he sought out.

“You're alive.” You smile as soon as you see his green eyes. He nods, not speaking a word until you are in his arms.

“I will always come back for you.”

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kkcauseway · 5 months

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Upgrade To Grandpa

Summary: Sarah survives that fateful day and so she and Joel are happy in Jackson surrounded by family. She has been feeling off for a little while and so goes to get checked, its there she finds she's pregnant. Aged 22 and having recently lost her boyfriend she needs her family around to support her and they do just that. Content and warnings: Tw-depictions of childbirth, brief mention of sickness. So much family fluff, Caring!Joel, Parent!Joel, Joel being the best dad/ grandad imaginable. Word count: 4.4K Authors note: Okay so I was so excited the entire time I was writing this! Like it honestly makes me happy writing about Grandpa Joel. I really really hope you enjoy this. 🩷

After missing her period for three months in a row, firstly expecting it’s due to stress and then grief, Sarah finds herself at Jackson’s doctor with Maria in tow for support. It’s there she finds out that she’s pregnant, she cries for a long time having just lost her boyfriend; killed in an ambush a few weeks prior. She’s definitely happy about it to an extent, but what sort of life is this child going to have, Jackson’s safe, probably the safest place on earth but anything could happen. That thought is always in the back of her mind, even though she berates herself for ever thinking it. However, having a piece of Sam with her forever in her child is somewhat a blessing. Is 22 too young to have a baby, especially alone? Her dad, did it? Her mind’s constantly jumping with questions, fears, even regrets. How is she going to cope with all this?

After having a long talk with Maria, once she’s calmed down from the initial shock of news, she decides on telling her dad that night. ‘Just bite the bullet and get it over with’ Maria encourages; she knows Sarah doesn’t need the extra stress that keeping a secret like this would entail. And it’s not like anyone was going to be mad she’s an adult, but she’s still scared of disappointing her dad.

“Daddy you’re gonna be so mad at me…” is how the conversation begins. And it ends with ‘Baby I’ll always support you; nothin’ would ever make me turn my back on you, ever, I love you forever, that will never change, I’m happy s’long as you’re happy.’ And she is happy, -well since the initial shock of the fact she’s growing another life inside of her blew over that is. He gives her a long hug at the end of their chat.

Her dad, Tommy and Maria have been there for her all the way through her pregnancy. Anyone would think they’re more excited than she is. Tommy and Joel especially dote over her and the bump, and as soon as she started showing she wasn’t ‘allowed’ to do anything. They’re always adamant on her resting, and them doing the jobs she needs to do for her. Does she listen hell no! It’s boring being sat around all day; she may not have been going out on patrols, but there’s enough to do around town to keep her occupied. It’s only when she’s near full term that she agrees to ‘light duties only’ if she refuses rest.

It’s a cool December’s afternoon, she’s at the stables with Tommy helping him to brush the horses. She’s been feeling off since the night before, so Joel demanded ‘no lifting and no excessive exercise’ if she refused to stay home, which she did. She’s feeling a little off, not incapable of any and all activity, and so brushing the horses under the supervision of her Uncle it is. She loves them, and they help her to feel at ease; nobody could be mad at her for that.

They’re down to the last four mares when Sarah feels some pressure below and something of a small gush. Did her water just break? When she feels a second small rush of liquid accompanied by a spasm in her back, she’s sure.

It’s starting.

“Erm Uncle Tommy” Sarah breaks the comfortable silence between them as she puts the brush down on the nearest surface she can find. Holding the underside of her belly with her free hand.

“What is it, Babygirl?” he looks up to her over the horse he’s brushing.

“I think… I’m pretty sure my water just broke”.

“Ha ha good one”

“No Uncle Tommy I’m serious, I definitely felt something, and I know for sure I didn’t pee myself”.

Tommy throws his brush down and races over to her. He automatically goes into panic mode on seeing the wet patch of her trousers. Sarah actually has to calm him down before they can go about doing anything about the current situation.

“Tommy it’s okay it’s just my waters, I’m okay it’s not like the baby is just going fall out we have so much time. First babies take forever we read all about this. Let’s just put these horses away and then we’ll walk back home, okay?”

“Are you sure? Cus we can just go back now. Fuck the horses.”

“Tommy I’m okay, promise”. She laughs.

Once the horses are tied back up- Sarah isn’t allowed to help, she’s told ‘to sit her ass down and look pretty’ whilst her Uncle rushes to finish the current task- they get ready for the walk home.

“Right Babygirl, let’s get you home.” He says walking back over to her. He holds his hands out to her, and she takes them gladly, pulling herself up. Tommy zips her coat all the way up before linking arms with his niece, they then begin the slow walk back to the house. Snow is falling, it’s a pretty sentimental moment.

“How you feeling Sar?” he quizzes softly.

“Uncle Tommy I’m okay”.

“Are you sure?” his words catch in his throat slightly.

“Are you just gonna keep asking me?” she asks with a soft chuckle.

“Heck yeah I am!”

“You’re funny” she pats Tommy’s arm as she laughs.

“Ah, I know” he laughs with her “So, y’think them pains and the way y’been feelin’ was to do with labour then?”

“Early labour probably, I dunno, but I’m glad I stayed active this morning, couldn’t stand the idea of being stuck in bed.”

“Bed is what y’needed girl”.

“God how did I just KNOW that’s what you were gonna say, stop sounding so much like dad you’re supposed to be the cool one”. She pulls a face at him.

“Listen I am the cool one, but you’re in labour I cannot be cool right now, it’s taking everything in me not to run around like a fuckin’ headless chicken to ask anyone and everyone I can see for help.”

“Jeez you drama queen. Never thought a baby would turn you into such a wimp”.

“I ain’t no wimp”

“Mmm you sure about that?”

“Super sure,” but he couldn’t sound less sure if he tried.

They continue on the walk, snow crunching underfoot when a wave of pain overcomes Sarah, she tries to walk through it, but Tommy can feel the tightening of her arm on his and he sees the way her expression begins to change. He makes her stop then and turns to look at her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“You’re okay darlin’ just breathe, okay?” She nods as she exhales looking him in the eye. “Good then, y’got this.”

Sarah takes deep breaths in and out. The pain not being too bad to manage yet. But she knows what’s to come and that’s what panics her. She can’t handle this. She’s not ready for this. Her breathing begins to speed up, but not because of the pain.

“Uncle Tommy I can’t do this, I’m not ready, I’m not ready to be a mom. I’m not ready yet.” She looks down in teary eyed shame to her bump as she gasps.

“Babygirl” he grabs her chin softly, raising it so she has to look him in the eye “you’re so ready, so so ready, we’ve been preparing for so long now. And you’re so excited for this so don’t go getting scared now. You’re going to meet your baby! After all of this time waitin’ an plannin’, you’re finally gonna meet them! It’s excitin’!” Thankfully, Tommy manages to bring a smile to her face, and with the pain completely gone they can continue walking.

They eventually make it to the front door; Tommy knocks rather frantically which of course is gonna scare the shit out of Joel.

“There’s no need to knock like that, he’s gonna think someone’s died.” She scoffs as they turn their heads to look at one another.

“Meh, play with his head a lil, give him some excitement.” He jests cocking his brow at her.

“Listen Dad’s gonna have more than enough excitement, anger and literally any other emotion you can think of thrown at him till this baby is born he don’t need you starting him off.”

“Sorry mommmm” he utters in exaggeration rolling his eyes.

“Shut up” she says hitting his side with a smile.

Joel doesn’t answer, but the lights on inside prove he’s home, meaning he’s probably too busy focusing on his latest woodwork project in the back and can’t hear them or he’s sat on the back porch with his guitar in hand. Something like that, curse his bad ear.

“Let’s see if we can get in round the back gate, your dad’s so deaf I swear”.

“Hey.” She hits him softly. “The man has been shot at and shot more guns than literally anyone else I know at least he has reason.”

“Nah he’s just an old fart.”

“Well, that still makes you the old farts younger brother, the younger fart”.

“Aha you’re sooo funny.” He remarks sarcastically.

“Runs in the genes so thanks I know I am.” She smiles, before shivering slightly. Tommy notices.

“Right, come on sweet girl let’s get you in the warm. S’freezing out here.” Tommy sighs.

He guides her round to the back gate of the house.

“Joel you here?” He shouts, letting go of Sarah to open the gate leading to the back of the house. Once open they make their way through. He’s not on the back porch and on trying the back door evidently because Joel’s home, it’s unlocked. Yet Joel is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m gonna get some water.” Sarah says solemnly, waddling to the sink once they’ve made their way inside.

“Sure, I’m gonna go upstairs n’find your dad, he must be there.”

“Okay. Just, don’t panic him please.” She smiles at him sadly as she makes her way over to the cupboards.

“Promise.” It’s said with sincerity.

Tommy makes his way upstairs and finds Joel exactly where he expects to, whittling away in his woodworking room. Vinyl player playing softly next to him. Completely in his element. Tommy knocks on the open door as he walks into the room.

He looks over his shoulder “Oh, hey Tommy” he begins swiveling round on his chair to face him. “You’re back early, everythin’ okay?”

“You promise me you’ll stay calm?”

His face falls instantly “Tommy what is it? Where’s Sarah, she okay?” he reaches behind him to put his latest creation down, before crossing his arms.

“You gotta promise me” he puts his hand up in front of him, and that’s when Joel realises how serious it is.

He sighs “okay fine, I promise” and with that he sits up straighter, bracing himself.

“Sarah’s water broke,” Joel’s eyes bug but he doesn’t say or do anything as Tommy continues “I think she’s real scared, she’s trying to act brave, but she’s scared”.

After a few seconds of processing the news his breathing speeds up as he brushes a palm over his face. “Shit Tommy her water, you’re sure?”

“She seems pretty certain. It’s time.”

“Shit.” It’s a whisper as he rakes his hands through his hair.

“We’ve gotta stay calm, I can tell how scared she is”.

“You’re askin an awful lot of me there Tommy, she’s my little girl.” He laughs nervously as he stands from his chair, pacing.

“I know, but that’s also gonna go in your favour, you always know how to calm her down, so just be yourself, you can let the panic out when it’s all over.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He looks behind Tommy to the landing then, knowing his daughter is in labour down those stairs. Panic evident on his face.

“Joel she’s gonna be great. She’s got”- he’s interrupted by a glass breaking.

Instantly reacting they’re both quick to run down the stairs.

“Sarah! You okay?!” Joel shouts as he scrambles his way into the kitchen. Almost tripping over where Sarah has left her shoes, right in the damn middle of the floor like usual, he takes a mental note to tell her off about that later.

They find her gripping onto the worktop hard; Joel runs straight to her rubbing her back. “You’re okay Babygirl just breathe; you’re doin’ so good”.

“It hurts Daddy” she cries.

“I know Baby but you’re doing so good. You just remember to breathe through it like we read about, in an out, good, in for four, hold, out for six. Calm it right down that’s it.”

Sarah lets out a shuddering breath as the pain begins to deplete. “I am not looking forward to how this is gonna carry on” she says as she stands up straighter.

“Don’t move Baby” Tommy says softly, “you’ll cut yourself on the glass, just stay still and let me clean this up.”

“I’m sorry I broke it.”

“Joel, sort your daughter out, fuckin’ apologisin’ when she’s got nothin’ to apologise for.” He shakes his head scoffing as he bends down dustpan and brush in hand to clean up the glass.

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After about an hour Jacksons midwife Alison makes her way over to their house to check in, it seems the beginnings of labour are really taking their time. It’s like they always say first babies take their sweet time. Sarah’s warned that it’s ‘gonna be a long one’.

The next few hours are spent with them finding any way they can to entertain Sarah. Games of cards, they manage to get an old DVD player working and watch a classic, heck her and Maria even bake some cookies. Well, more they TRY to bake cookies, its Mainly Maria with the slightest input from Sarah when she’s not in agony. Anything to distract her from what’s to come.

The fresh batch of cookies make everyone’s mouths water. And Sarah eats four before any of the rest of them have finished one. Usually they’d tell her it’s too much too fast, that she’ll make herself sick, but anything to keep her strength up. She needs all the energy she can get even if that is helped by a sugar rush induced by freshly baked cookies.

When the pains begin to get worse, but it’s obvious it’s still going to be a long time until baby comes, they use exercise to try to move it along.

Tommy and Maria stay behind to help set the room up ready for when Sarah is ready to give birth, and Joel and Sarah decide on a walk. Joel helps to wrap her up warm, layers and layers so she will be comfortable. They take it slow walking the dark snowy streets of Jackson, lit up by strings of lights, stopping with each pain that hits.

“Oh Babygirl, what are we gonna do with you. Forever scarin’ the shit outa me.” He laughs shaking his head.

“Oh, I apologise that the birth of your grandchild is such an inconvenience.” She laughs back.

“Hey, no you take that back, I’m only jokin’.” He’s serious.

“Jeez dad so am I, God you really are on edge.”

“You bet your fucking ass I am. Takes me right back to the day you were born.”

She sighs solemnly “Was it awful?”

“Mmm, well it was awful watchin’ your mom in pain especially when there weren’t much that I could do t’help. I felt more like a nuisance than anythin’, but when it was all over, I’d never been so happy.”

“You and me against the world huh Daddy?”

“Babygirl, when I first held you in my arms I couldn’t stop crying, shit I was just a kid myself, I didn’t know what I was doin’, but from that day onwards I vowed to always be the best version of myself f’you.”

“You’ve always been so amazing.” She smiles at him cuddling into his side much harder as his arm tightens round her even more.

“You had so much hair, God I’ll never forget thinkin’ I’ve never seen a baby with so much hair, and your tiny little hands and feet, you just really were perfection. The definition of perfection was born that day. My beautiful Babygirl. I knew from that day on that everythin’ was gonna be okay, I vowed t’work so hard to give you the best life I could, and I know we weren’t rich, and obviously your momma decided she couldn’t cope, but I always tried to keep you happy, this end of the world bullshit makes me feel like I failed but-”

“No stop- I was always the happiest child; you don’t have to worry about failin’ me. I’ve always been so happy because of you. Even with the end of the world and everythin’ else we stayed together; we grew together. Honestly dad if I’m half the parent to this one than you’ve been for me, they’ll never want for anything!” she rubs her stomach as she briefly looks down to her bump.

“Oh, Baby you have no idea how happy it makes me feel hearin’ that.” He says his voice breaking as he evidently tries to hold back tears.

“Dad don’t cry cus you’ll make me cry.” They look to each other briefly and Sarah being so up and down hormonally, breaks at the sight of her teary-eyed father, which then sets him off too. They stop in the middle of the street to embrace. Before they both burst out laughing tears still streaming.

“Whew, emotions really are high tonight.” Joel laughs.

Sarah goes to reply but is sidetracked by a really bad pain. Instead, she leans into her dads shoulder as she groans through it. She’s grown to be very vocal as times dragged on, which Joel knows means she’s progressing as she should, but he hates everything about having to watch her go through it. He reaches to try to push on the bottom of her back, whispering to her to keep breathing and reminding her of how good she’s doing.

She eventually lets out a long breath standing straight. “I just want them to come out now. I can’t take much more of this” She groans sadly.

“I know Babygirl I know; they’re comin’ I promise. First babies always take their time, but it’s almost over. N’hey listen Sam would be so proud of you, you know that? He was a good kid. Y’know I never liked him at first, but he really grew on me, he was a good man to you, and I respect him so much for that. He’s gonna be lookin’ down on you so so proud” he whispers.

“I miss him, I wish he was here to help me” she begins softly crying again as the words leave her.

“Shhh, I know you’re scared; I know you feel unprepared trust me I felt the same, and in a way you’re never really ready, you just learn as you do. You’ll be an expert in no time Babygirl. You’re a natural anyways, always have been with your dolls when you were younger, n’you’re amazing when you help out in the nursery. Everyone says so. So, there’s none of this ‘I can’t do this’ ‘m’not ready’ because you’re so ready. Plus, this walkin’ will really help trust me and when we get back Alison already said she’ll check you to see how far along you are, as it’s been a while, I’m sure it won’t be too much longer now.”

“I really hope so, I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You got this Baby.” He kisses the top of her head before they link arms again and carry on walking back to the house.

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It’s another two hours till she gets to the point where she can push. They set the living room up for her ready, and she opts on squatting before the sofa as she finds that is the most comfortable position. Alison is on the floor watching between her legs waiting for the signs she can begin to push; ready to catch. Maria next to her on the floor in awe rubbing at Sarah’s lower back so that Tommy and Joel can sit on the sofa either side of her, both holding one of her hands. Unable to see anything more than her face which is just as she wants it to be.

“I feel sick.” She whimpers when in position just having got through another contraction, her breathing erratic. It’s clear she’s panicking about it.

“There’s a bin here ready just in case.” Maria reassures.

“A lot of ladies feel sick or even throw up when they’re in labour, it’s okay don’t be worried; all perfectly normal.” Alison states rubbing a hand up one of her legs. She seems to relax at those words.

“Okay. Can I have some more water please?” she asks to no one in particular.

“Here Baby.” Joel is quick to grab a glass of water from the side. She sits back on her heels releasing both hands she’s holding to take a large swig from the glass.

“Ugh.” She grimaces as she swallows, handing the glass back to her dad. “That’s made me feel worse, I thought it might help.” She moans rubbing a hand against her bump the baby obviously kicking her.

“I’m sure it has helped baby y’bodys just goin’ through so much right now s’finding it hard, you’re fine Baby trust me.” He smiles at her whilst stroking her cheek.

She nods then briefly smiling at her dad before moaning as another pain begins. She quickly grabs both hands back and sways in her squatting position.

When she gets the all clear to push, she gives it absolutely everything she’s got, desperate for it all to be over now so she can finally meet her baby.

“Come on Babygirl!” Joel shouts as Tommy and Maria simultaneously shout “You got this!” “Go girl!”

Alison counts to ten and at ten Sarah lets out a large gasp.

When She’s able to get her breath back enough to speak before the next contraction she adds “No one tell me what it is, okay? I wana see for myself when they’re in my arms.”

“That’s fine sweetie we can do that no problem, you can be the one to announce it okay?” Alison utters.

She begins nodding, but the next pain takes over and Sarah switches right back into the pushing mindset, going completely silent as she pushes and pushes. Finally releasing her breath with a gasp.

“One more and the head will be out Sarah come on, baby is nearly here!” Alison cheers from below her.

“Come on one more Baby and the worst is over.” Joel reassures.

Eyes moving upwards “promise?” she looks pleadingly to her dad.

“Yeah Baby, heads the worst part, the baby will be out before you know it after that.”

“Oh thank God.”

“Push with all you’ve got on this next pain! They’re almost here!” Alison enthuses.

When the next contraction begins Sarah screams the house down as she pushes, squeezing her dad and uncle’s hands to death. She feels the head pop out and Alison requests that she pants.

“Can I feel?” Sarah requests frantically between pants.

“Sure!” Alison enthuses.

She releases her dad’s hand to feel her baby’s head. Gasping at first touch “is- is that hair?” she questions.

“Yup, and they’ve got a hell of a lot of it!” Alison exclaims.

“That’s just like you Baby.” Joel utters causing Sarah to look into his eyes. She smiles at him, and he smiles back. “Now gimme your hand back so you’re ready to push again.”

“No Daddy, my hands gross now.”

“I don’t care come on I’m supposed to be supportin’ you.”

She seems hesitant but when the next contraction gets into full swing, she throws her hand back at her dad and pushes. She takes a quick breath in and is advised to push again. With that final push the baby leaves her body, and she relaxes instantly.

“Good well-done Sarah! They’re gorgeous!” she exclaims as she begins wiping the screaming babies face with a clean towel. “Let’s get this cord cut so you can sit back nice and covered up whilst we wait for the afterbirth, okay? Then everyone can meet this beautiful baby.”

With the cord having turned white she cuts it, and Sarah carefully moves so her back is against the sofa and Maria carefully picks up the swaddled baby and places them in her arms. Alison places a sheet over her knees so she can focus on getting the afterbirth out without anyone having to see.

“Well, what have we got?” Joel whispers leaning over his daughters shoulder to coo at his beautiful grandchild screaming softly swaddled in the towel.

Sarah opens up the towel to investigate letting out a wet chuckle at her findings. “It’s a girl!” she announces excitedly.

“A girl!” Joel replies wetly, unable to stop the tears that begin to flow.

Joel is absolutely besotted. Unable to tare his eyes away from the content little bundle in his daughter’s arms. She’s a mom now, his baby is a mom, his baby has a baby.

“God she’s just so beautiful Baby. Looks so much like you did too. You’ve made me so proud” he praises softly.

“I can’t believe I did it.” She murmurs softly not taking her eyes off her daughter as she strokes a finger over the fist of her daughter.

“You did amazin’.” Tommy praises. “S’like a trip down memory lane aint it, God she could be your twin Sarah aint that right big brother?”

“Absolutely.” Joel agrees.

She turns her gaze to her uncle. Then she looks to her dad. “I’m sorry if I killed your hands.”

“Nah none of that.” Tommy quicky shuts her down.

“She’s so beautiful.” Joel coos bringing a finger to stroke over his now silent and content granddaughters tiny foot.

“You wana hold her?” Sarah whispers questioning her dad as she watches the way he loves her already from his delicate touch.

“Please.”

“Maria can you-?” she begins but Maria is already moving “I’m one step ahead of you” she laughs. Helping to remove the baby from Sarah’s arms to give over to Joel.

“God she’s so gorgeous” Maria coos before handing her over to Joel.

He sits back with his granddaughter cradled into his large arms.

“Oh.” He whispers quietly when her big brown eyes open to study him. “Hello beautiful girl, god just look at you. Aren’t you just the most beautiful little thing. And little do you know just how lucky you are having Sarah as your momma? You’re so lucky babygirl, just like we are all lucky to have been blessed w’you.” He shushes her when she makes a little grunt noise, but she settles quickly. “Sarah m’so proud of you she is the most beautiful little thing.” He looks to his daughter who looks back at him exhausted, but she’s beaming with pride.

“She’s got a name y’know dad” she jests.

“She does, well what’s that then babygirl, can’t keep calling her ‘she’ now, can we?”

“Bea. It means ‘she who brings happiness’, I read it in a book and knew instantly that that was gonna be her name if she was a girl.” Sarah utters, with a big smile plastered on her face as she admires her dad cradling her tiny daughter; his granddaughter.

“Bea huh?” he chuckles wetly. “Well aint that just the most beautiful name, for the most beautiful girl.” She coos in response making everybody laugh. He adds “Yeah y’know it don’t you Bea Miller, you’re gorgeous just like your mama.”

“This is the best day of my life.” He adds a short while later, “’part from the day you were born of course babygirl.” He strokes Sarah’s head, and she laughs lightly before he looks at his granddaughter again.

He’s besotted, so full of love he could burst.

#joel miller #the last of us #tommy miller #pregnancy #maria the last of us #fluff #childbirth #sarah miller #family fluff #caring joel miller #upgrade to grandpa #pedro pascal character fanfic

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the-banana-0verlord · 2 months

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Answer some or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

Alright, ill try lmao

1.no, i dont have freckles!

2. I WISHED i found Coffee and tea good because its so aesthetic but it tastes bad imo

3. I checked my spotify and its girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper so i suppose its that

4.i move a lot but i usually end up on my side.

5. I move too much to sleep with a lot of them because they always end up on the floor. Although i do sleep with my malleus plushie.

6. Thats a hard one, because i do both. Though i think of writing as my primary hobby/eventual job, i definitely have more fun drawing(until art Block comes knocking that is)

7.depends on the thickness. Right now i have three eith two being thin and one being medium, but i could sleep with one really thick one.

8. Mitski!!! I love her so much. Otherwise I like mother mother and marina

9.the third of november!

10. 154 cm or 5 feet. No that is not short

11. Blue-grey-kaki. I like to think of them as blue.

12. All my mutuals, all my irls, my mom, my dad, and my little sister

13. Abandonnent, failure, the future in general.

14. Yellow and light blue!

15.fall! Its so pretty

16. Im not sure yet but i can maybe have someday a small tattoo. Im not a fan of qhoel body tattoos for myself.

17. Well my ears a pierced but im not gonna get more.

18. My two irls! Talking about not getting neuvillette in gneshin ;-;(and murder)

19. I dont have a best friend per se, although i do have a closest friend. Weve been friends for at least three years(already? Damn)

20. Honestly i miss my first mutual on here. I hope they come back soon ;-;

21. It just started but its been pretty good up til now!

22. About 9-10 hours?

23. I mean, there is bound to be other forms of life in space, just thousands of lightyears away.

24. Monday cause my friend said she didnt think we were friends.

25. Id say 1890 to 1900? Though the living conditions were meh i like the aesthetic

26. Generally being silly ig? I suppose i act childihs as a comic relief.

27. Currently my favorite book(s) is the Truly Devious series by Maureen Johnson! It's been clawing it's way into my brain.

28. I'm actually doing quite fine. I'm a bit stressed since i'm going to boston soon but i can push out the bad thoughts!

29. I usually procrastinate decisions as far as possible. If it's a small one maybe like 2 minutes but if it's bigger ones it'll take longer(with the answer being no a lot)

30. Something i'm dreading but also am excited for is summer! Bye school but hello summer job ;-;

31. My irls and i(can i really call them irls? i met only two of them irl and once or twice. anyways-) are planning a roadtrip after we're all 18(aka in a bit more than 4 years)!

32. Either my friend's (irls+ moots) houses or in paris. I've always wanted to see paris.

33.open, my cats need to be free to walk in and out!

34. sunflowers and roses(i have a list on the meaning of each rose color) daisies are also cute.

35. i...guess? i own a banana shaped stress ball(that is very dirty i dont use it much) but idk if it counts as a squish.

36. yes, almost more than my first name. although my first and second name are kinda in the same name. it's like first name-second name.

37.cats!!! I have two(named chicken nugget and nebraska)(my family also owns dogs but oh well)

38. I'm a bit scared of heights but i wouldn't say i have a phobia

39. i usually go to sleep at 10:30 pm on weekdays, and 11:00-11:00 on weekends(when i don't have to wake up early due to sunday class)

40.Although i haven't been to a real beach a lot, i like it! And i always prefer sunny days so sun it is(to experience sunset on a beach... must be the dream)

41. I'd say the owl house! It's so colorful with two of my main kins.

42. @xen-blank @thehollowwriter @quartztwst @boopshoops @saionjeans (so sorry for the tag non-moots! Also i would've included all my moots but it said five ;-;)

43. Yes, i have five siblings! One oldest sister, two older brother, a little brother and the baby of the family, my little sister. i have middle child syndrome.

44. Either my mom or my little sister. I hug and say i love you to them very often. Or i said it to malleus last. One of them.

45. Tbh i have no idea in which circomstances i would die for something. maybe if i could trade my life with someone's close to me. or for peace on earth idk.

46. a big ol hug from my malleus plushie. it's a real emotional support.

47. no i have not. or maybe i did. i will probably forget it soon.

48. my two parents absolutely.

49."I wish to expérience it someday" (speaking of old lady gossip)

50. can i send you the same questions? :3

#ok now enough ramblings about myself #banana's moots #bananaanswersasks

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Hi! May I request Cracker for day 22 for your whumptober event if it’s not taken? Thank you!

Ahoy, anon! Thank you for your request! My apologizes for the extra wait but I do hope you enjoy the story ^-^

Whumptober Day 22

Cracker x Reader

"You have two options [F/n] [L/n]," Big Mom stated, glaring down at the man. You could feel death's dagger drawing on your back. "Either withdraw from the marines and join me or have your life taken away."

"But- but my daughter, no one will be left to take care of her- surely as a parent, you'd understand, right?" Your father could feel his soul trembling for even daring to speak to the yonko, but he had to. "I can't just leave her." He wanted to support you and your decisions.

"Hmmm, well that does make things rather difficult." Big Mom sat back in her chair before glancing at the biscuit soldier standing in her throne room. "Cracker, be a dear and bring your new fiance to Totto Land." Her eyes returned to [F/n], smiling at his frozen state. "There shall be a wedding at the Whole Cake Chateau soon, whether Mr. [L/n] is around or not."

"Yes mama," Cracker bowed his head and started heading his way out.

"What?" [F/n] turned around, staring in horror as Cracker marched out. "No-n-no! You mustn't! She's already seeing Rosi- someone, you can't-"

"Silence!" Big Mom banged her fist on her throne. "You're running my patience, [F/n]."

She leaned forward, towering over the man. A dark aura rose around her and wrapped around your father. He felt fear entangle with his soul, ready to rip the life out of him if commanded. Terrified eyes stared into Big Mom's threatening glare.

"Now, marines or life?"

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"Oh, father!" you cried, seeing his slouched form sitting on the couch.

"[Y/n]!" He perked up, rushing over and wrapping his arms around you. "I'm so sorry, [n/n]. I'm sorry you got mixed up in all this-"

"It's alright, I'm alright," you reassured him as you hugged him. "I'm just glad you're alright."

"But [Y/n], your future-" your father worried but you shushed him.

"It's fine, it won't be so bad, as long as I have you here." You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek to wipe away a strand tear that escaped. You loved your father, that's why you had to put a mask on, for his sake.

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"You must be [Y/n]," a seductive voice hummed behind you.

Reflects kicked in, making you spin around and jump back. "Who are you?"

"I'm one of the sweet four generals from Big Mom's crew." The man emerged from the shadows, standing over two times your height. "Charlotte Cracker."

You couldn't help but stare at the deep scar that run over his right eye. The bigger the scar, the bigger threat they are, at least that's what your father always said. Trying to keep your composure, you reached into your pocket for the emergency snail your father gave you.

"If you're thinking about calling for help, don't bother." Cracker held up a smaller snail with a sinister grin, a jammer snail. He put it away, now striding around you. "Relax, I'm not here to kill ya, just here to pick up your dad's leverage."

"My father's leverage?" You flinched as he came face to face with you.

"You." His cotton candy-coloured eyes pierced into yours.

Vines of tension grew in the round. The air became thin. Your poker face painted over as you thought of what to do with your hand.

"Dead baggage won't be much use for bargaining," you told him, doing your best to keep eye contact.

"I said I'm not here to kill you-" Cracker stopped when his eyes caught sight of the grenades taped inside your jacket. "What kind of father lets his daughter carry explosives around?"

"What kind of mom lets a son carry around a sword?" you countered, finger wrapped around the pin.

"Touche," he smirked as if he enjoyed the banter. "But I suggest you don't try anything."

"Why should I listen to you?" you questioned.

"Well, if you care for your old man, you'll cooperate and come with me, otherwise mama's going have to-"

"Kill him? You almost made me laugh," you grinned, feeling some of your confidence come back. "He's a marine, I... I knew the chance of him dying on the field was likely."

"No, death would be too merciful." Just like that, Cracker snatched away the strength you built up. "He'll be tormented, every day, every year, for the rest of his life. Now, you could run off and live your own life but what would it be like, living every day knowing your precious life is at the cost of your dad being beaten every day?"

You closed your eyes, attempting to ignore him, yet his words wormed into your ears. They crawled through your mind, creating nightmare-fuelled imagery. The imagination haunted your thoughts, causing you to shake and shiver. You hold your head in your hands, wishing for it to disappear, but alas, it only does when your crack open your eyes to gaze at cotton candy pink.

"You promise my father and I will be fine if I go with you?"

"Everything will be fine as long as you listen to mama's orders," Cracker told you, holding out his gloved hand.

You frown yet your hand grabbed his.

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icyhotheartwritings · 2 months

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Pet death/incoherent grieving ramble

Loki passed away Tuesday night. It doesn’t feel real. I mean, we just celebrated his birthday - our birthday - three days before. He was fine. He tried to buck me off a couple weeks ago. He was sprinting around acting a fool when mom got Waffles out without him not a day before.

He was only 22. We were supposed to have years left. Years. I was expecting at least 28, hoping for 30 or more. I never expected to lose him so soon. He was so healthy, I did everything I could, every supplement he could possibly need, vets and farrier and anything he needed, he got.

We were training for a show next month. I was working out ways to cure him of not wanting to ride alone. We had plans to ride with people. We had a whole show schedule for the summer. I was going to build trail trial obstacles. We were going to conquer the fucking world. And now he’s gone. Just like that.

The worst - and best - part was… there was nothing that could have been done. It wasn’t a case of if we got there an hour or two earlier, gotten to the vet sooner, he would’ve been fine. There was nothing. There was no hope. When we got to the vet they were talking surgery, then said it was too bad for a referral, then she got the bloodwork back and he was gone. Suspected internal melanoma that killed his digestive system, or something similar. Wasn’t a gas colic. Wasn’t something that could be healed.

Some incredible stranger helped my dad bury him next to Dreamer. Dad buried his peppermints with him, every piece he could find in the tack room, like Dreamer had his butterscotches. We’re buying wildflower seeds to scatter over them.

The morning feeder bought some plastic flowers and taped them to his gate with an led candle light. I cried.

I swore that Loki would be my last horse, that I couldn’t go through the pain of losing them again and again like Star and Carrots and Quinn and Dreamer but I was supposed to have more years with him and I don’t think I’m done yet. The barn owner said his stall is mine, that I can take all the time I need to find the right horse and I think I’m giving it a couple months before I begin to look in earnest. Nothing could replace Loki. But he never replaced Carrots. And Carrots never replaced Star. And I know I can love another horse, but I just… I need time. There’s two BLM mustang auctions in about four months. I might go. Waffles is a mustang. He’s a good horse.

These past 6 months have been. Absolute hell. I’ve lost a cat, a dog, and Loki. Almost lost another cat, it’s a fucking miracle we still have him. But Darcy and Loki were not even 4 weeks apart. It’s been a hell of a March.

With Snarky and Darcy, at least, we knew it was coming. We had warning. Snarky had cancer. Darcy was old and sick. They were both old, older than they had any right to be. But Loki was young. And it was so goddamn sudden.

When I’m hurt and grieving, I don’t… show much outward emotion. I’m the rock for everyone else. I hold it down until I’m alone and can let myself cry. For him, I screamed. I fell to my knees and I screamed.

It feels like a piece of my soul has been ripped out of my chest. Torn out, pulled apart, and the pieces set to light. I loved that horse with everything I am. I hope he knew how much I loved him. He was part of me. All my animals are, but he was special. He was my baby, my everything. I thought he was dead during the big fire, the last thing I heard before the cell service went out was that my mom couldn’t get to the barn and my horse was trapped, and all I could think was that I wanted to run down that burning hill and join him. But we got through it, both of us, together. We got through everything together. He’d always be there for me, he’d wrap his big head around me and hug me as I held onto his neck and he’d let me groom him while I prattled on about this and that. And now I have to get through this alone and I don’t know how I’m going to do it.

I don’t know how to end this post. I miss my horse. And I don’t want to go to work at the barn tomorrow and see his empty stall with the breakfast he didn’t finish.

#icy rambles #tl;dr i lost my horse and im a wreck

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lucero-is-here · 11 months

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Headcanons time! Émile Bardot. Requested by myself.

Anyways here’s a photo of this boy:

1 - He really likes dogs. He thinks they are adorable. But he’s a bit scared of the bigger dogs.

2 - (angst) he’s fatherless. His dad left him when he was 6 years old.

3 - he’s scared of unexpected loud noises. He has some noise cancelling earphones and also ear plugs in his bag and pockets in case he needs them

4 - aside from dogs, he likes most animals. Bunnies are his second favourite animal. While most cats are no for him. He finds them kind of scary.

5 - he likes hugs sometimes. Not all the times…So if you wanna hug him, you should ask him first.

6 - he’s pansexual.

7 - he got flirted with before, and he became so flustered it was hilarious-

8 - his hands are really warm…But his hands are also kind of rough.

9 - He tends to bite his nails and pick at his skin sometimes, cause he gets too anxious.

10 - he has a bicycle. It’s this light blue bicycle he really really likes. He cycles to work sometimes, other times he walks.

11 - he can cook and also can’t cook. He can make easy things. Also he nearly burnt down a kitchen once.

12 - he likes listening to rock music sometimes.

13 - Enzo is always crashing Émile apartment- and things are bound to get broken sometimes- (I see Enzo and Émile as these really close friends-)

14 - Émile had a guitar. He really liked it. He bought it for himself too. And then Enzo accidentally broke it and Émile cried about it- Enzo ended up buying Émile a new guitar as apology.

15 - Émile gets pranked by Enzo sometimes. It’s always those small harmless pranks, and it always annoys Émile a lot.

16 - Émile has these really nice socks he always wears to sleep- he also has cat socks and they are adorable-

17 - he has some stuffed animals. They are usually these really small keychains…But he also has an otter plushie that he absolutely adores.

18 - he paints and draws sometimes. Usually landscapes- he doesn’t have the courage to try to draw people, since you normally have to ask people for that and he can’t- he’s too scared

19 - he likes going to the park.

20 - low-ass spice tolerance. He can’t eat anything spicy-

21 - he likes kids, but is also scared of kids- cause I gave him a baby cousin who always randomly smacks Émile (gently) pretty much everywhere. This happened so much Émile cried about it- (yeah totally not based of my actual experience with my baby cousin-).

22 - Émile likes the book “the little prince”. He watched the movie before and absolutely loves it-

23 - he has a close relationship with his mom. He really loves his mom and they call each other every weekend to check in on each other. They don’t live so far away from each other (20 minute walk to each other’s apartments), and visit one another every now and then.

24 - gets very little sleep- he pulls a lot of all nighters, but usually sleeps about 3 hours when he does sleep.

25 - gets cold easily- so he’s either always wearing his jumper or always has his jumper on hand.

26 - His hair is fluffy, and really nice to touch. When he had first met Enzo and Nadia, the both of them wouldn’t stop touching his hair after getting permission too. Émile didn’t mind that- and then Hugo also learnt of Émile having fluffy hair and joined in on this. So every now and then someone is gonna he touching Émile’s hair with Émile permission.

Might post a part 2 for these headcanons lol- anyways I might have made an OC to ship with Émile and I don’t know about it AHA- should I post about the OC?

#criminal case #headcanons #Émile Bardot

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igotbulletproof-insomnia · 8 months

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Adopting Bangtan 11

01, previous, series

I'm With Me

Kim Seokjin turned the phone screen on and unlocked his phone. It was a useless action, he knew he wouldn’t find anything else but the regular messages; reminders from his caretaker, questions from his brothers, plans to go out with some friends after school on Saturday. Taerim-halmonim thanked him for calling her on her birthday the previous day and offered to meet for dessert when she was back in Seoul. Seokjin frowned at that. It would be great to see his old nanny again, she was the only person who ever seemed to care about him, aside from the teacher he lived with now. But something in Seokjin’s chest had him hesitating. It had been years since he last saw her, and it would be nice to just hug her again. Even so, he just couldn’t bring himself to reply.

Seokjin tapped at the screen for a few minutes and replied to several other messages before sighing. Things just got more complicated the older he got, didn’t it?

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May 10, 2023 Did you greet your family for parent’s day? May 11, 2023 Of course. It would be awkward not to greet my guardian when I see them.

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It was his seventh birthday, and all Seokjin had wanted was to see his parents.

Seokjin was a smart kid. His teachers said so, and his nanny halmonim said so, so it had to be true. He understood a lot of things; he understood the importance of brushing his teeth and eating his vegetables. He understood when halmonim could play and when she needed to focus on her work. He understood his brother was much older and had to prioritize his studies over playing. He understood the word priorities. And most importantly, Seokjin understood that his parents had to go to work to earn money so they could keep their home and eat food and everything. He just thought that, maybe, if he was well-behaved and scored well on all of his tests, and asked really nicely, his mom, dad, and brother could sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food and cake. It was the only thing he asked for. Even Kang Taerim, his nanny-not-nanny agreed it was a beautiful wish.

So when Taerim-halmonim showed him her sad face and told him to start eating, alone, Seokjin nearly shouted in anger. Instead, he shoved food into his mouth until his feelings overwhelmed him. He ran away, crying, to hide where the space between his dresser and bedroom wall could hug him as tightly as he wanted his mom to.

Over and over and over and over, all Seokjin wanted was to see his parents. He missed his brother. Did they even remember he was here? He just wanted them here.

Oh, sweetheart, Taerim-halmonim spoke from the other end of the dresser. Seokjin wiped his tears on his arm and looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor, a gentle smile on her face. Not for the first time, Seokjin wished that she was his mom instead of his parents’ house keeper. I know it hurts so, so much. But you still have halmonim, don’t you? She opened her arms, inviting him for a hug.

Things will get better one day, she said later, when Seokjin’s head was tucked in the crook of her neck and her shoulder thoroughly soaked with tears. I promise you, it will.

And if halmonim said it, it had to be true.

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November 22, 2023 It’s your parent’s anniversary soon. Don’t you think you should visit them?

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Home was chaos as usual. Namjoon walked the little ones home today, while Yoongi and Hoseok attended the local hagwon. It wasn’t great by any means, not like the one Seokjin used to attend, but it taught Hoseok dance, and Namjoon music, and Yoongi got to play sports, and Seokjin was improving his math grade, so he supposed it did its job. Jeongguk and Taehyung were making what sounded like a lot of unnecessary noise while they played with their toys, while Jimin sorted lego bricks. It looked like he was preparing another several-day-long project, which might mean a future where their caretaker cried as they spent even more money on even more legos. Jimin often used most of the lego blocks on his projects and refused to take them apart afterwards. The last time one of his creations was forcefully destroyed, he sulked for a week. Their caretaker didn’t normally care about the tantrums and attitudes the seven of them threw around the house -- and there was always someone upset about something -- but everyone in the house usually went out of their way to make Jimin happy. They had spent so much effort getting him comfortable when the twins first joined their family that it was probably a permanent way of life; Make Jimin smile. Indulge Taehyung. Adore Jeongguk. The three of them were probably some of the most spoiled children in all of Korea, and they were all proud to admit it.

Seokjin swiftly greeted the little ones with a hand in their hair, then went to the kitchen table and took a seat beside Namjoon. He unloaded his books from his bag, stole several bites from Namjoon’s bowl of fruit, and began his homework. From where he sat, he could keep an eye on the little ones and stop any fighting before it got a chance to start. He could also continue eating his brother’s food, which was the most important part.

“There’s plenty in the refrigerator, you know,” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he took his bowl back. “It’s cut and portioned and everything.”

“Your point escapes me,” said Seokjin. He smiled and reached for another bite of melon. His arms were long, the bowl wasn't as far away as Namjoon thought it was. “There’s fruit right here in front of me.” He received an eraser to the face for his trouble, but violence was practically a love language in their household.

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March 3, 2022 Didn't your brother graduate? You should call him. My phone number hasn't changed. He can call me too.

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This won’t sound very nice, but after that stunt you pulled at dinner last night, I need to level with you. Seokwan’s voice was soft, but the look on his face betrayed his frustration. Their family attended a dinner party the previous night, where Seokjin had lost his temper. Their parents, and had ignored him all night, even while they conversed with the adults and other children Seokjin’s age. It was bad enough they pretended he didn’t exist at home, but then they went out their way to treat him like a handsome and well-behaved doll.

Your expectations are too high. You want the family you see on television, and that doesn’t exist in reality. Seokjin had a few faint memories of playing and laughing with his older brother, but now… well, Seokjin couldn’t say the last time they talked together. Seokwan went away for school, and then attended hagwon over breaks, then holed up in his bedroom when he was home. He was as much a stranger as his parents these days. I’ve been where you are. I’ve wanted what you wanted. And then I grew up. Seokjin, you’re going to start middle school soon. You need to let go of your fantasies. Here, Seokwan handed his brother the gift bag in his hand. Inside was another action figure that Seokjin would never play with. It felt like a bribe. You’re meant to make our family look good. You can’t go around throwing temper tantrums and acting out at your age. It’s embarrassing. And as long as you continue to embarrass them, our parents will never acknowledge you.

The words hurt. They stung his eyes and burned his chest, but they weren’t unexpected. Seokjin already knew all of this, at least a little bit. He loved going to fancy dinners and dressing in adult clothes, but he hated the way his parents treated him. He just wanted to know that they cared about him.

Sometimes, he wondered if they loved him.

What’s this for then? he asked.

You wanted attention. Seokwan explained. This is the most they’re willing to give. But remember, all actions have consequences. Even if you're not the one who receives them.

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August 16, 2018 I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please come back I didn’t get to say goodbye I’ll apologize. Just please come back This is for the best, dear. I love you. Don’t give your new housekeeper a hard time. But she won’t be you Things change. It’s okay.

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“Kim Seokjin, where are you?” Seonsaengnim’s voice was loud, bordering on shrill, but Seokjin still took his time walking through the house to meet their guardian outside of the kitchen.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

“No, you didn’t, and that’s the point,” they replied. “I have something for you!”

Before the surprise could be revealed, Seokjin heard Jeongguk’s voice begin, “Happy birthday to you!”

“Hey, Jeongguk, it’s not anyone’s birthday today,” Yoongi cut him off. Seokjin gave his guardian a curious look.

“It was your turn to choose dessert the other night,” they said, leading Seokjin to the counter, “but I forgot, and then I didn’t feel like arguing with the kids about it. So, I brought home your favorite to make it up to you. You boys ate dinner already, right?” The cake was rounded and covered in red and white fondant, with strawberry slices creating something like flowers around the edges and skewered on top. It resembled a Mario cap, and brought a smile to Seokjin’s face. “Knuckleheads, back up, Jinnie gets the first piece!”

“I’m not a knucklehead,” argued Taehyung.

“Yes, you are,” said Seonsaengnim. “I said it, so it must be true.”

“You also said I was going to get a good grade on my exam --”

“Kim Namjoon, you would have if you would have gone to bed when I told you, instead of playing games under your blankets.”

“Stop arguing near my cake, you’re gonna ruin the flavor,” Seokjin whined, slapping at Yoongi’s hand when it reached for one of the fruits. Unfortunately, that left the cake open to Hoseok’s greedy fingers instead. “Stop it, I didn’t even get to take a picture!”

“Hurry up before we take it all then,” Namjoon teased, snatching up another berry.

“I hate all of you. Just so that you know.”

“Seonsaengnim, Jinnie-hyung said mean words!” screamed Jimin.

“Jinnie-hyung is lying!” yelled Taehyung.

“I just wanted cake, is that so much to ask?” Seokjin whined, watching his brothers steal more of his fruit.

“Choices have consequences,” Seonsaengnim laughed, placing a stack of saucers and a knife beside him. “Next time you want to get adopted, pick a smaller household. And apologize to your younger brothers.”

“Which ones?”

“Take your pick, you probably did something to all of them. I’d start with the twins though.”

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March 22, 2019 Kim Seokjin, do not ignore me. Answer your phone when I call you. I’m worried about you. March 23, 2019 Please, tell me you’re okay. I just want to know that you’re safe. March 24, 2019 I’m safe

Where are you?

At home

Your housekeeper hasn’t seen you for weeks. Your food is untouched. Your bed hasn’t been slept in. Don’t lie to me. March 25, 2019 I am at home Just not their home

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Seokjin looked down at the notarized papers in his hands. His heart beat wildly in his chest, both in excitement and fear. He had managed to not just… well, in an effort of transparency, he managed to manipulate both of his parents into giving up their parental rights, and a third into adopting him. It shouldn’t have been so easy. It really, really shouldn’t have been so simple, but his parent’s paid so little attention to him that they didn’t even read the paperwork he gave them, and his teacher was so trusting and careless that Seokjin only had to tell the simplest of white lies to get his way. That was a little concerning, but he imagined there weren’t too many kids willing to… well, in an effort of transparency with himself, willing to commit fraud just to be adopted by their teacher.

But… the four of them looked like they had fun together. Seonsaengnim still looked exhausted, but they still helped the smallest one eat their bingsu while making cute noises, and hugged the older ones and answered all of their questions and smiled and… it was like watching his old nanny -- the nanny fired because of him -- raise three kids who weren’t him. And once that idea crossed his mind…. Seokjin wanted that. He wanted back the guardian his parents took from him.

So he tricked his parents and he lied to his teacher, and did something a little bit illegal, but… well, his parents will never notice. And even if they did… Seokjin didn’t want to go back. And legally, they couldn’t make him. Probably.

Now, all he had to do was convince Seonsaengnim’s kids to adopt him too.

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March 25, 2019 Did something happen? Can you answer the phone? March 26, 2019 I know you’re upset with me, but please, please answer. I’m sorry. March 27, 2019 I am so sorry. Please tell me where you are. March 28, 2019 Seokjin, if you’re able please reply. Where are you? March 29, 2019 Seokjin? March 30, 2019 I’m not going back there You can’t make me go back Where are you? You aren’t old enough to live alone. March 31, 2019 I’m safe I’m not alone I promise You won’t even tell me where you are. How is that safe? Halmonim I’m happy. How do I know you are safe in this "home?" You don’t understand how dangerous this is. Go back to your family.

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“Seokjin-ah,” his guardian called to him as he exit the bathroom, dressed and cleaned for bed. They were wiping down the kitchen surfaces, the dishes clean and drying in the rack. The other boys were in bed already, but Seokjin had planned to stay awake to study for another hour or two. Seokjin stood in the threshold now, watching his guardian work.

“I’ve been meaning to check in with you,” they said. “Is everything okay? You’ve been a little withdrawn lately.”

Seokjin smiled ruefully. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding his mental state, but maybe he overestimated his acting skills. “I’m a little worried about my grades,” he said. “I want to get a scholarship for a really good high school, but I can’t exactly do that if I don’t score well on my exams.

“If you were worried about your grades, you’d be whining about it,” Saem replied. “Try another lie. Or the truth. The truth is preferable.”

Seokjin hadn’t exactly lied. He did want to get a scholarship to a good high school, and he was worried about his exams, but he was also confident that he would be successful. At the very least, he had a backup plan, so no, Seokjin wasn’t exactly being honest. “I feel sick?”

“I don’t think you’ve matured that much in the past several months.”

Seokjin chuckled at that response. He could be more obnoxious and demanding than the little ones when he was sick, so he searched his brain for another, more believable story. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t trust his guardian. He trusted them to keep him safe and fed and clothed and sheltered, and he trusted them to be honest and fair. He trusted his guardian to treat him like a person, even when they lost their temper with him. He trusted his guardian to love him unconditionally. And Seokjin loved them in return. Part of that love meant keeping his guardian safe from his secrets.

“I…” Seokjin struggled with his words, unsure how honest he should be. “I’m worried about my old nanny.” That was enough of the truth, he thought. “I may have been in contact with her recently and… well, she’s kind of old. Older than you.”

“I’m going to ignore the old comment and focus on your nanny. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” said Seokjin, relieved that his distraction worked. “Just old, like I said. She’s still healthy as far as I know. I just worry.”

“Were you concerned that you can’t go see her?”

“She lives in Busan now,” said Seokjin. “That’s a little far for an after school trip.”

“We could all go during a break, if you'd like,” Seonsaengnim suggested. “The boys have been wanting to see the beach anyway.”

Seokjin frowned. The conversation wasn’t going the way he expected it to, and it was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Kang Taerim. He missed her terribly. He just… Seokjin felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized: he didn’t trust her anymore. Whether he saw her in Seoul or Busan or overseas, Seokjin just didn’t trust his old nanny not to take him back to his parents, and that scared him.

“We can go to Busan,” Seokjin decided. “But I don’t want to see Taerim halmonim. I like our relationship the way it is now.” Even though Seokjin pretended the two of them hadn't grown distant over the years, he had to admit to himself now that the distance was good. He couldn't get kidnapped and taken back home if there was distance.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said.

"Any particular reasons?"

Seokjin frowned. As well-meaning as his caretaker was, he didn't enjoy their prying. When they pried, Seokjin had to debate whether he should lie or not. He didn't particularly enjoy lying. "A few. I don't want to talk about it."

His caretaker paused in their wiping down the faucet and fixed Seokjin with a hard stare. At this point in their relationship, it was a completely nonverbal argument, where his guardian analyzed his face and body language, while he tried his best to pretend he wasn't hiding anything. Seokjin doubted he was ever as successful as he liked to think he was, but he also appreciated that whatever his guardian found, they likely wouldn't bring it up. Yet.

“Okay," Seonsaengnim agreed slowly."I won't press it if you’re sure. Was that all you were thinking about?” They wrung out their rag and laid it in its place on the sink. Suddenly, all of their attention was focused on Seokjin. “Something tells me that’s not it.”

“That’s…” he considered his feelings, and what he was and wasn’t willing to talk about right now. It felt like something had shifted inside after realizing the uneasy feeling he had when thinking about Taerim halmonim was distrust. “That’s everything I’m willing to think about tonight, I think.”

“Will you come find me if you change your mind?” they asked, opening their arms. Seokjin felt relieved to be offered the hug he needed. He felt awkward about asking for hugs from his guardian when he wanted them. Seonsaengnim must have noticed how desperate he was because they squeezed him tighter than usual, and didn’t let go until Seokjin pulled back. He felt a little more settled inside, even if it still felt like everything had changed.

“I’ll probably come find you for help with math,” he said.

“You’ll fail if you did that, kid,” said his guardian. “I’m an English teacher for a reason.”

In his bedroom, Seokjin stared for a long moment at the textbooks laying on his desk. He really did need to spend an hour or two with his math formulas, or finishing his Korean assignments. It was the smart choice.

Instead, he crawled into bed with Jeongguk. His youngest brother was an excellent cuddler, and Seokjin could really use a teddy bear tonight.

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Collecting Strays series, previous, first

So, if the formatting is strange, I tried my best; between my outdated Chromebook and the tumblr website, I was fighting for my life. Hopefully, the text conversations came through alright and the timeline of events is clear enough. As always, my inbox is open for suggestions and requests, preferably for this series, but I might be open to other, preferably platonic, BTS requests.

#BTS #BTS scenarios #BTS fan fiction #BTS ARMY #kim seokjin #BTS Jin #kim seokjin scenarios #kid BTS #kid fic #gender neutral reader #reader insert #self-insert #Collecting Strays #DarkBalance #cross posted on ao3

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