#don’t fucking text me telling me that “As a mom I’d tell my kid to go to the doctor😇 as if my parents aren’t fully aware of the pain I’m in

[reamed]

ya know what I’m deciding not to give a shit if my job doesn’t like me missing work bcuz I’m in agonizing pain

#txt #it is what it is #fuck it we ball #like idk what else to do #and it really erks me that my boss thinks she has the right to tell me I need to go to the doctor #because bitch I’ve been all my life I’ve been misdiagnosed with stomach viruses utis and it’s never that #I’m not risking being misdiagnosed again. I’m waiting for my gyno appointment bcuz it has fucking everything to do with my period/reproduct #REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS #like hire more people if it’s such a loss when I’m gone ?????? #don’t fucking text me telling me that “As a mom I’d tell my kid to go to the doctor😇 as if my parents aren’t fully aware of the pain I’m in #and have been fully aware since I was 10 years old #I know what’s going on bitch I don’t need to waste money at a walk in clinic for them to tell me I have a uti or my stomach is just hurting #u think jus fucking about with this shit. no I plan for this every month. usually it’s not terrible. this month has been hell #there’s nothing I can do to avoid it. I take meds and they barely do anything #i deserve to rest bcuz I’ve been busting my ass this year and last through this pain #i can afford to miss a few days off work. sorry yall can’t #I’m sorry for ranting this had jus been an issue my whole life. they used to grill me as a kid at school for missing #and it reminds me of that so much and it makes me feel like a child again #being told It’s JuSt period CrAmpS just TakE medicine #meanwhile I’m literally puking from pain #meanwhile my insides feel like they are blistering and on fire and my lower body is being yanked to the floor #ok sowwy I’m gonna go cry about it now

[merevide]

all the bottoms movie showings near me are ALL THE WAY IN NEW YORK. removing the term lesbian from my bio i can’t deal rn

#granted i live in nj so if i could drive i’d be in and out but also it’s like. come to my state??? #i don’t wanna go to my mom. ask her to drive to new york to go to see a gay teen sexy comedy are u kidding me #i don’t even have friends i can see this movie with. man i really thought this movie was gonna change my life #i can’t see the movie about loser lesbians due to me being a loser lesbian. I LOVE IRONY. #gonna tell myself it’s probably the worst movie in the world to be able to sleep tonight. even though i know it’s probably not #actually fuck my gay ass life #my text

[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ "I really want to kiss you." pt. 2

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, swearing??😇

a/n: i didn’t really expect to make part two, but here we are. just a bunch of fluff, no plot really LMAO.

part one

pink text is reader

blue text is matt

love you all so so much!!!🤍

౨ৎ

Friday, 9:23 pm

“Hey, you home yet?”

“Not yet, still on my way. You looked good today”

“Stop, I’m blushing”

“What I’d do to sit beside you and watch”

“Matthew, you should concentrate on not getting run over. Cut the flirting!!!”

“Sorrryyy, I can’t help it, it’s not my fault you’re practically perfect”

“I LOVE YOI SO MUCH STOP”

-

Sunday, 8:47 pm

“Oh my God, finally! I can’t believe it took you guys that long,” Madi exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, he honestly kinda took me by surprise. I didn’t actually expect him to kiss me, but I had my suspicions,” you said, tucking yourself up in your covers in your soft bed.

“Tell me everything tomorrow at school, please! Also, do you think Nick and Chris knows?” Madi asked.

“Yeah, Nick texted me that Matt came home stumbling into the kitchen, yelling ‘I finally kissed her!’ and then proceeded to smile and ramble about the whole thing. His parents knows too,” you couldn’t help but blush at the imagination.

“Stop, that’s adorable. Anyways, I gotta go, I’m sorry! Tell me all about it tomorrow!” she said, the frown practically being audible.

“No it’s fine, Madi! I love you!” you said just before hanging up.

-

Monday, 12:21 am

“And then he asked me to kiss me again,” you giggled, taking a sip of your soda as you watched Matt turn beet red.

“Shut up, you’re embarrassing me,” he mumbled, playing with his lunch food as he looked down at you beside him. Chris was playfully hitting Matt’s shoulder, a proud expression on his faces, his mouth full of food. Nate was laughing at Chris, trying not to spit his food out.

“Finally! This was honestly painful. If only you knew how many times he came home just to ramble about you. Exhausting!” Nick sent a look to Madi who nodded, both smiling playfully at Matt. This made you blush, grabbing Matt’s hand under the table, looking up at him to smile softly.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend now, so you guys can stop complaining now,” you laughed, squeezing Matt’s hand. Matt sent a cheesy smile, giving your cheek a quick peck.

“Gross. At least don’t kiss during lunch,” Chris complained.

“Chris, shut up and eat your food with a closed mouth,” you mumbled, the whole table laughing at Chris’s offended expression.

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Monday, 7:49 pm

“Matt, you’ve got to be kidding,” you laughed while yelling at Matt. You were walking on the sidewalk, the pouring rain rapidly soaking your shirt.

First he had suggested that you just took an uber home from the McDonald’s, but then he got the fantastic idea to walk instead. You liked the idea until it’s started raining heavily.

“Oh my God, my mom is gonna kill me,” Matt laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you, completely drenched. In a white shirt, of course.

“Well, it was your idea!” you protested, crossing your arms because you got colder.

“Oh? So it’s my fault? You agreed to walk instead of taking an Uber!” he laughed, poking your cheek. You grabbed his finger with a soft smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Stop fucking poking me, Matt” you lowered your voice, not letting go of his finger. He then eventually got free from your grip, intertwining his fingers with yours. He just smiled at you as an apology, and it sure as hell worked.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself. I like spending time with you, even if it’s in the pouring rain,” he shot a somewhat shy smile, his eyes darting between your eyes and your chest. He then eventually settled on your eyes, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so gorgeous, even completely soaked. I love you, you know that, right? I’m glad I decided to kiss you on that park bench,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you halt your walk.

“Oh stop it, Matthew, you’re making me flustered,” you blushed, covering your face in your hands.

“Hey, don’t do that, I want to see your pretty face, just like I told you!” he giggled, grabbing your hands to lower them from your face. You locked eyes with him, reaching for his now soaked hair to move it out of your way, pecking his forehead gently.

“I love you way more,” you cheekily smiled, the both of you continuing to walk, Matt’s arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist.

a/n: i’m screaminggngnnggg😕😕😕 chris fluff coming soon😈

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo

[cuttergauthier]

Hockey x Football

I hope you love it❤️

(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

Jack Hughes x Female Kelce Reader

Jackhughes

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Jackhughes my girl🤍

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Ynkelce I love you🤍

→Jackhughes love you more🤍

Elblue06 you guys are the cutest 🥹🤍

→ ynkelce miss you mama hughes🤍

→ Jackhughes Love you mom🤍

Trevorzegras since when do you have a girl?!?!?

→ Jackhughes dude I told you like 6 months ago?

→Trevorzegras I thought it was just a dream🤷🏻‍♂️

→ Colecaufield idiot!!!

→Jackhughes 🤦🏻

Quinnhughes you guys make me feel so single🙄

→Jackhughes then find yourself a girlfriend!

→Ynkelce Jack don’t be rude!!

Alexturcotte she looks familiar 🤔

→ ynkelce 🫣

Jasonkelce You better treat her right!!!!!

→ Jackhughes always!!!

→ Alexturcotte wait a damn minute….

NicoHischier The team likes her more than you!!!

→ dougiehamilton I agree!!!!

Dawsonmercer 🥹🥹

Joshnorris You better not fuck up, i’m pretty sure her brothers could squish you like a bug!!!

→traviskelce You got that right!!!

→Jackhughes 🫣

Ynkelce

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Ynkelce Apparently I’m more of a hockey fan than a football fan!🤷🏼‍♀️🤩🏒❤️

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Jackhughes I’m glad!!😉🤍🤍

traviskelce he’s lucky jason and i actually like him!

→ ynkelce hehe🤭

Donnakelce you two are so cute!!!❤️

→ynkelce Love you mom❤️

→Jackhughes Thanks mama kelce!!!

Trevorzegras I don’t like you, you went and stole my man😭

→ynkelce what can i say, he loves me more!!

→Jackhughes trev why am i friends with you?🤦🏻

→Trevorzegras BECAUSE I’M AMAZING!!!

→Ynkelce are you sure?

→Trevorzegras I’m not talking to you!

→Quinnhughes Trevor stop acting like a baby!!!!!

Patrickmahomes I feel betrayed 😐

→ynkelce Sorry pat!!!!!

→ Colecaufield oh. My. God.

Kyliekelce The prettiest girl ever🤍

→ ynkelce I love you!!! I’m coming to visit you & the kids soon!!!🤍🤍

→ Kyliekelce Can’t wait!!

NicoHischier The better sport!!!!

Dawsonmercer DID YOU SEE MY GOAL?!?!?

→ Ynkelce YES, IT WAS AMAZING!!!

→Dawsonmercer THANK YOU!!

→Jackhughes WHY ARE WE YELLING ?

AlexTurcotte Jack forgot to mention the part where you’re related to Travis and Jason Kelce!

→Jackhughes oups!

Colecaufield YAYY!!

Kansascheifs we are offended!

→Ynkelce Sorry admin😐

Trevorzegras Wait… are the rumour true about taylor swift??

→ynkelce I thought you hated me?

→Trevorzegras Will you tell me if i say it was a joke?

→ Jackhughes Trevor leave my girlfriend alone!

→ Ynkelce Listen to jack!!!!

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ynkelce Ignore what i said last time football is back to being my favourite🏈🤍

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Jackhughes Can’t argue with that!!

Quinnhughes bring me next time!!!!

→ Ynkelce Definitely!!!!

Alexturcotte Trevor is gonna be jealoussss,

Colecaufield Omg yn I love you for this!!!!!

→ ynkelce 😂😭

→ Jackhughes 🤦🏻

NicoHischier Where was my invite?

→ dawsonmercer or mine?

→ Ynkelce Jack i told you we forgot something 🤦🏼‍♀️

→ Jackhughes my bad boys!

Tysmith Never thought i’d be jealous of jack…

→ Jackhughes it’s because of taylor isn’t it?

→ Tysmith yes!

Jamiedrysdale Oh Trevor is going to love you now😂

→ ynkelce He’s not going to leave me alone now is he?

→ Jamiedrysdale Nope!

Ryanrenolds hockey game next?

→ Blakelively Yes!!!

Blakelively So nice meeting you, we have to hangout again soon!!!!

→ ynkelce Definitely!!!!

Traviskelce The best part was seeing me right?

→ ynkelce sure let’s go with that!

→ Jasonkelce 😂

Trevorzegras YOU HUNG OUT WITH TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!?!?!

Trevorzegras I DON’T HATE YOU ANYMORE

Trevorzegras INVITE ME PLEASE, I WANT TO MEET HER!!

→ ynkelce Maybe… maybe not

→ Trevorzegras PLEASE I’LL NEVER BE MEAN TO YOU AGAIN🙏

→ Ynkelce I’ll invite you next time, NOW STOP TEXTING ME!!

→ Trevorzegras THANK YOU THANK YOU

→ Jackhughes Oh my🤦🏻

Elblue06 the most fun football game ever🤍

→ ynkelce So happy you could make it!!🤍

Taylorswift I love you🤍

→ ynkelce I love youu🤍

→ Trevorzegras OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS REAL!

→ Taylorswift Hi trevor!

→ Trevorzegras sjduywbsudjsj

→ Troyterry so this is why Trevor fainted?!?

→ Jamiedrysdale i think trevor had a heart attack…

→ Ynkelce oups… did you take a video?🫣→ Jamiedrysdale sending it to you now!

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[yowyowyaoi]

Itachi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Konan

Nobody eats until you come out and eat with us 😤

Thank you! You’re the only one who even noticed 💙

You need to do a better job of hiding that kitten lol  it pushed open your door and walked down the hallway again

Of course! You know where I keep it you don’t even have to ask 😊

I know I’ve spoken to Nagato about them he’ll handle it

You have GOT to come try this new massage chair I got it’s heaven 😌

From Deidara

Come on I was just kidding!!

Please call him off if he bites off my hand again Sasori said he won’t replace it 😔

Sharingan is not art it’s dirty cheating 

The counter is covered with plates of eggs, did you do that weird sleepwalking thing again?!

Me and Hidan and maybe Tobi. Come on take the stick out of your ass and just come with us!

I’ll paint them if you braid my hair first.

Why do you always blame me?? Hidan probably took it!

Omfg I SWEAR I meant that for Sasori!! 😳 Please please don’t show Kisame he’ll kill me 😫

From Zetsu

He’s just so emotional is that an Uchiha trait?

I can literally smell your exhaustion you need to go and rest

Yeah very cute. Be a shame if someone ate it 👀

He was doing fine. Got a lot taller. Looks a lot like you in the face.

No I’m glad you made him leave that dude freaked even ME out 😵‍💫

From “Tobi” aka Obito

Can I borrow your face cream? This mask makes my skin itch like crazy!

God stop it man are you TRYING to speed up going blind?!

Would he take your last name or would you take his? 🤔

No. Never. They think I’m a dumbass, remember?

Little more time in the sun would probably help 🤷🏻‍♂️

“Crushes” are for little kids. And anyway he hates me 😔

I thought about that yeah. Reminded me of your mom’s. She always made the best ones.

I’m not sure of anything kid. But we’re in it too far to back out.

Idk you just looked super pale

Ask Sasori to make you more, they’re helping a little 

Idc what Zetsu says. I can do a lotta shit but cannibalism isn’t one of them 🤢

You think I didn’t see you sneak in that pie? Either share or I’m telling Kisame.

From Nagato

Come and join Konan and I for tea. We’ve got a new blend we think you’ll like.

Permission granted. Just be back within three days, I’ll be sending you two on a mission then.

Thank you for the tips. My eyes feel much better now.

Take your time reading it. When you finish I’d love to discuss some of the themes with you.

I know you dislike meat but perhaps a bit more protein might help improve your stamina.

I don’t mind but do not let Kakuzu see it.

From Hidan

Movies with me and blondie?

Yeah but he’s half-animal right? Still counts, pervert.

PLEASE make the splinters in the ass joke PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU😭😭😭

If I didn’t take a piece you would have ate the whole fucking thing yourself and your stomach would burst. You’re welcome 😊

No that was definitely Deidara’s gay ass

Mask boy’s looking for you

Oh right like Kisame wouldn’t beat my ass for that 🙄 Nice try asshole

God damn it’s 3am when the FUCK do you sleep?!

We’re not “plotting” anything just come with ffs 🤦‍♂️

It was an accident and I didn’t even look that long don’t tell her she’ll slice me up with that sharp-ass paper 😖

From Kakuzu

You always being on time with your rent is most appreciated.

To be honest I don’t really know. But at this point I’m too far into my feelings for him so this is my life now. 

Getting enough sleep is important. Nagato agrees that a new mattress would be in your best interests. No arguments.

I’ve ripped off his leg and made it clear it won’t be returned until he returns your property to you.

I’ll consult with Sasori and get back to you.

Konan is insisting everyone text you to come down to eat. It’s my turn. Be advised that continued delay will result in one or more of us coming and retrieving you by force.

From Sasori

Please inform me right away if you notice any adverse side effects. I may need to change the medication or adjust the dosage.

Oh, thank you for reminding me. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last year. What sort of gift do you think I should give him?

You’re more than welcome to anytime. You know I don’t sleep.

Finding the correct body is the most difficult part. All that follows is merely routine.

He can be very sensitive. I’m still learning to decipher and appropriately react to his emotions.

May I borrow that book when you’ve finished it?

Heh. That’s actually very funny.

Try not to overdo it. Your chakra levels still haven’t recovered from the last time.

You may want to hurry back. Zetsu has been circling outside your door like an animal and trying to sniff under it. That lock may not hold.

From Kisame

You remembered your meds today right?

Did you eat?

Yeah? I bet I could work out that tension 😏

Cake is not acceptable for every meal, Itachi.

I got a new blanket, very soft. Come test it out with me 💙

I’ll talk to him about it don’t worry.

For God’s sake just TAKE A NAP!

Have fun but watch your back, I don’t trust those two.

Pretty warm out tonight. Midnight swim later? 😏

You left your necklace on my dresser

Leave it there. You’ve already got one illicit pet you don’t need a second.

I’m cooking, you’re eating. No objections.

My hands are craving being in your hair 😔

I did not eat him. Zetsu is a liar.

You got any more pics like that? Please? 👀

I 💙 you too

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[beabeemu]

All this time

Itoshi Rin x Reader

Pregnancy trope!! Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way.

SERIES!!!

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“Shit…” 

Staring at the pregnancy test in my hands, with 2 lines. 

2 lines… 

Fuck 

‘I always thought that I won’t get pregnant, because well… I hate kids 

Fuck, I hate kids 

Will I hate my kid too? 

Should I abort it? 

Mom would kill me 

No that’s wrong 

My whole family would kill me. 

They’d kill me either way because I’m pregnant.’ 

Who would’ve thought that I’d be pregnant 

At 16 

And how the fuck do I tell him?

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“Ok, it seems that you’re baby is healthy. Would you like to know the gender?” 

Staring at the screen where my baby is, I think I’m getting the hang of this, ultrasound thing. I looked at the doctor who was holding the machine thingy, she was my third doctor because the other 2 were super judgy. 

“Sure! Wouldn’t hurt to know right? “ 

“Don’t you want to have a gender reveal party? Love, it’s your first child after all” 

Said mom, who was beside me. She finally got her head around that I was pregnant. Dad however is still awkward, along with my whole family. Apart from my close cousins of course. I didn’t tell him yet. Mom doesn’t know who it is. I just lied to her and told her that I forgot his name and that I didn’t get his number. Which was all a lie, I still remember his face from that night. 

I mean how could you forget a face like his? He is Itoshi Rin Afterall. 

“Nah, no one would probably come anyways” 

“Don’t say that honey, I’m sure your cousins would like to come, and your friends” 

“I think I’d rather just lay low” 

“If that's what you want honey” 

“Ok, so the gender of your baby is a-” 

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Looking at his contact name, resisting the urge to text him and say “I’m pregnant and you’re the father” 

But I knew that it wouldn’t end well, I’d only be a burden to him, hold him back. And the last thing I need right now is to be stuck in a relationship like that. I don’t even know how we ended up having sex that night. 

We’ve known each other since we were in grade school, we were neighbors, But then their family moved, and we kept in contact, But later this year, we’ve only been briefly chatting with each other again. Then we met up 8 months ago, we had a few drinks, and one thing led to another, and now we’re here. 

I did try to contact him, but then I remembered him telling me that he was gonna go to a soccer camp called blue lock. So I made that a reason as to why he’s not messaging back. 

And, without even telling him about our daughter, I already know how it’s gonna go. 

He’ll probably say some shit like ‘I have to focus on soccer right now, but when I can I’ll visit you’ 

Then he will visit every few months, considering he might go pro in soccer, he’ll be busy and I’ll be here, stuck in the past. Struggling to get to the future with my baby. I don’t want my child to be in an unpredictable relationship with Rin, I mean we all know how Rin is, he is just so hell-bent on beating his brother, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. This is for the best. It will be better if Rin doesn’t know. I don’t want my daughters’ first heartbreak to be caused by her father. 

Do I have any intention of telling him? I don’t know 

But ever since getting pregnant I’ve gotten more curious and more excited about meeting my baby, I’ve grown attached to her, which is good. Because I want nothing more for my daughter other than to be happy. And I’ll make sure to give her all the happiness in the world. Even if it means being alone. 

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A cry filled in the delivery room, I finally felt my muscles let loose, and I saw the doctors wiping my daughter clean. Then they handed her to me. Hair as red as mine, I can already see the resemblance of her father on her face. The nose, the eyes, the eyelashes if Rin were to see her, he would immediately ask whether she was his.

The second I held her, I fell in love. Because everything was gonna change now, I won't be alone, she’ll be with me through everything. I don’t even care if Rin knows or not, as long as she’s with me. 

After a few minutes, they started cleaning me up, and they took my baby to the monitor room. When they left the nurse asked what her name was gonna be. 

“Rei” 

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Look at Us Now - Easter Outtake

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO LAUN!!

SURPRISE!! I’m late to my own party, and I 100% apologize for that

But!

I can’t believe LAUN is a year old already 🥹🥹 they grow up so fast!! I don’t think an Easter celebration is canon compliant at all, but I couldn’t let the opportunity slip away when LAUN’s 1st anniversary came right on Easter 🥹🥹🥹 I’m so emotional 🥹

I’m also aware that not everyone here celebrates Easter, but honestly this was just an excuse to write fluff and chocolate gift-giving. I hope everyone finds a way to enjoy it!

And I feel like we all deserve a post-epilogue glimpse after an entire year of these two idiots heheheh

Warnings: cranky teenager Maisie, sibling fights (lots)

Words: 3k

Every time Aelin mocked Rowan for spoiling their kids too much, it completely lacked the awareness that she was the one he spoiled the most.

Or at least that was on Maisie’s mind as she strolled down the supermarket’s aisles with her little brother, because Mom wrote in the family group chat that she wanted pasta for dinner, so Dad asked Maisie to buy the ingredients after school.

“Finn,” she called her unrequited companion, “do you remember which olive oil Dad likes?”

“Uh…” The boy hesitated without taking his eyes off his Nintendo Switch. “I dunno, that green one?”

Maisie slapped her brother’s forearm with the back of her hand. “Are you being for real right now?”

Startled, the boy raised his head to see row after row of different green bottles of olive oil. They all looked exactly the same, but she knew better than to grab the first one they saw, knowing how fussy her dad could be sometimes.

“Gods! Just call him—that’s why you have a fucking phone,” Finn said while rubbing off the sting on his forearm.

Maisie rolled her eyes. “I’ll tell him you dropped a F-bomb.”

“And I’ll tell him you slapped me.”

“He’d be on your side,” she said while texting Rowan about the olive oil. “You’re so much shorter than me—he’d say it’s not a fair fight.”

“Take it back!” He ran towards Maisie for a second, since she was on her way to get tomatoes now. “When I get taller than Uncle Lorcan, you’ll wish you were less mean to me.”

Well, that would be a problem for future Maisie. At ten years old, Finn was so short, taunting him about it was almost too easy.

“Yeah, whatever.” She tapped her brother’s shoulder and pointed at another direction. “Go get the parmesan cheese.”

Finn turned to leave, but swung back to her. “Can we have ice cream later?”

Ice cream that she would have to pay, because she couldn’t report to the parental unit about illicit ice cream before dinner, let alone request a refund.

“Fine, just—“

“Alright! I’m there!”

Ever since Maisie got her first job, her brother started acting as if she was a millionaire. Sometimes, she wondered if he believed that her salary was the same as their parents’, which would be highly inaccurate. Despite the age gap, her parents never asked Maisie to act in any way that resembled a parental role—still, she liked to treat her siblings once in a while, give their jobless selves a taste of freedom, let them see what it’s like to have ice cream before dinner just because you can.

Before she knew it, he was back with the cheese.

“Can you buy me that Kinder Easter egg?” He pointed at a cardboard display filled with them. “The one with the dinosaur.”

Maisie narrowed her eyes on Finn. “You told Mom you wanted another one.”

“Yeah, because she only let me pick one.”

Her eyebrows shot when she came closer and saw the price tag. “Hell, no. I’d rather pay for a new haircut.”

“Hey!” Finn protested, running a hand through his newly cut hair. “Mom said she likes it!”

“You look ridiculous.”

“I’m so gonna tell her you said that.”

“Do it. Deep down, she agrees with me.”

˜˜

When she arrived, the house was calmer than usual.

“You aren’t magic!” Eamon shouted to his smirking, completely unfazed sister. “You’re not!”

Maisie walked past them towards the kitchen, where her dad prepped dinner as if the twins weren’t about to rip each other’s heads off in the living room.

“Hey, Maisy Daisy,” he called without looking away from the onion he was chopping. “Did you get everything?”

She put the bags on the counter as an answer, then her dad kissed the crown of her head in thanks and promised to repay her later.

Things didn’t seem to progress at all in the living room—actually, they did, if one could count Eamon getting angrier as progress.

“You don’t fly! You don’t control fire! You don’t teleport!”

Enid giggled. “I know how, I just don’t want to.”

“NO! YOU CAN’T!”

Maisie cut in, “I mean, she could.”

That made the boy stop and narrow his eyes on her, begrudgingly hanging on to whatever she was about to say. Since she was more than twice the twins’ age and the wisest of them all, sometimes her siblings actually listened to something Maisie said.

“I mean…” she shrugged. “We don’t know where you two came from, so maybe she really does have magic.”

Enid crossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

“FINN!” Maisie shouted and waited a moment for her brother to come out of his room. “Do you remember when we found Enid and Eamon in the trash?”

“That’s a lie!” Her ever-so-cool little sister yelled, her green eyes welling up.

“Oh, yeah.” Finn said after taking a moment to process the information, acting nonchalant—if he laughed, it was game over. “That day was wild.”

Eamon stood frozen in shock, while Enid bellowed an ear-shattering cry.

“Maisie! Finn!” Rowan yelled from the kitchen. “Stop telling your siblings we found them in the trash!”

“But they need to know the truth!” Maisie shouted back, wondering if her dad heard her over Enid’s cries.

“What on Earth is going on here?” Her Mom showed up, wrapped in a towel with her hair wet.

Eamon ran to hug Aelin’s middle, his eyes teary. “Are you not my mommy?”

Maisie rolled her eyes. Mama’s boy.

“Of course I am, honey.” She frowned. “What’s going on?”

With a sigh, Dad was finally able to join the rest in the living room. “Finn and Maisie told the twins they’re adopted.”

Aelin sent them her classic Are you kidding me? mom look, as if Maisie was to blame, then proceeded to soothe the seven-year-olds.

If they fell for it, it was their fault for being stupid. There’s a picture of Dad as a kid on Grandma Rory’s hallway from when he was Eamon’s age, and they look like the same person in there.

“The only one adopted here was Fleetfoot,” Dad said.

“No, she’s not. I gave birth to her.” Mom sent him a mischievous look. “I went into labor for her.”

“Um—“ Maisie cleared her throat. “Fleetfoot’s mine.”

Dad sent Mom an apologetic smile. “She really is Maisie’s.”

“I want a dog too!” Enid cut in.

“Yeah, me too!” Finn joined.

Maisie hummed. “We could give them a country name…”

“Like Eyllwe,” Eamon said.

Rowan’s eyes widened. “No! Fleetfoot’s everyone’s,” he said, completely contradicting himself after the threat of more poop for him to clean.

˜˜

From the looks of it, dinner would be ready on time for breakfast.

To be fair, her dad was never late to finish dinner, but his desire to make this a special one and the boiling tomatoes in order to make the sauce from scratch led to this.

It was kinda cute, how Dad conjured something special out of thin air just because his wife hinted that she was feeling like it over text while they were at work.

Maisie saw a glimpse of her parents canoodling in the kitchen on her way to her bedroom, but almost ran to the toilet instead. They were so adorably disgusting, all that love made her want to throw up.

Her parents were no better than any PDA-addicted straight couple she saw at school, except that while the average high schooler couple lasted about three months, her parents have been at it for a little over a decade.

At least, a light peck was the furthest they got in front of their kids—or ever. For all Maisie knew, she and her three siblings came from artificial insemination.

A savior from her thoughts, Finn knocked on the door.

“We need to talk,” he said, looking crestfallen.

“C’mere.”

Maisie sat on the side of her bed, and tapped the free space beside her for him to sit. Instead, he sat on her lap. Weird.

She was about to ask him what was going on when a low, rumbling sound coming from him filled the air.

The little bitch had just farted on her.

Finn ran away, giggling, while Maisie screamed the most irate shriek ever known to man.

He locked himself in his bedroom, but her quickened pulse only energized her, aiding tense upper arms to pound against his door.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU,” Maisie shouted at her hiding brother.

He’d get out sometime, and when he did, she’d be there.

On the kitchen’s threshold, Aelin peeked her head into the hallway. “What’s going on here?”

The teenager slowly turned to her mom, jaw tight, and seethed, “Why. Was. He. Born?”

With a sigh that came deep from her soul, Aelin fully stepped into the hallway. “What did your brother do now?”

Maisie pointed at her closed bedroom door. “Smell it!”

Her mom stepped in and out of the bedroom, coughing. “Gods, Finn!”

In a feeble attempt to fix the situation, Aelin opened Maisie’s bedroom’s window and sprayed some air freshener inside—one hand on the bottle, another clamping her nose. Still, the girl didn’t trust to go back into her room for the next hour or so.

Aelin knocked on Finn’s door twice to get his attention. “That was way too stinky, honey, I’m cutting off some of your junk food!”

“Come on!” he complained from the other side of the door.

Too bad Finn couldn’t see her triumphant smirk. It’d rile him up beautifully.

Two taps to her shoulder. “Dinner’s almost ready. Come help me set the table.”

“What was that?” Dad asked when Mom got back to the kitchen, focused on the stove.

“Finn farted in Maisie's room and she threatened his life.”

“Oh,” was all he said, mixing something on the tomato sauce.

She desperately needed to meet whoever taught her parents how to live this peacefully amidst chaos.

“On my room? He farted on me.” She flailed her arms, trying to explain her brother’s audacity. “He sat on my lap, his butt to my thigh, and farted.”

Aelin snorted. “I told you the kids shouldn’t spend that much time with Aedion.”

Rowan’s eyes lit up. “You did tell me some awfully similar stories from when you were younger.”

After the table was set, Mom was back to her occasional glass of wine, and all was left to do was her dad’s finishing touches to dinner.

Maisie cleared her throat. “I was thinking…”

Her dad immediately turned around and pointed a spoon at her. “If it’s about that party, don’t bother.”

“Not a party!”

“Money, then.” Aelin smirked behind her glass of wine.

The girl crossed her arms. Her mom’s grin turned smug.

Maisie groaned. “Fine! But it’s good, I promise.”

“Go on,” Rowan said.

“I want to buy Easter eggs for Finn and the twins, but I can’t afford the cool ones.”

“Aw, honey, that’s so sweet.” Her mom melted right on spot. “I’m sorry we can’t help you with that.”

Maisie’s face fell. “What.”

Even her dad seemed a little confused, though he tried to hide it.

Aelin sat straighter to explain, “You see, if we help you with this, your siblings will ask to do the same, and it wouldn’t be fair to say no to them after…”

Maisie rolled her eyes. Her parents and their “equal treatment”—

“Do not roll your eyes at your mother,” Rowan warned.

Aelin continued, “Next thing we know, we spent our entire paychecks on chocolate, Finn is farting on our faces all day, the twins will never fall asleep again from the sugar rush, and your dad will be shoving food down your throat because of some crazy diet you saw online to get rid of the Easter weight.” She raised her brow in that infuriating mom way of hers. “Did I miss something?”

“Fine!” Maisie held both arms up in surrender. “You want me to buy your kids lame chocolate, is that it?”

“If they can’t appreciate whatever you can afford, I’m not raising them right.”

“Ugh!” Maisie groaned, and sat facing away from her mother.

A moment later, Dad sent her off to tell her siblings dinner was ready, and soon everyone was at the table, ready to attack the food that took ages to be ready.

Except that, when she asked for the parmesan cheese, Enid took it and kept waving it in front of her instead of just passing it over.

After seven years of Enid, Maisie was unimpressed. “Are you trying to tease me?”

The little girl giggled. “No, you can have it, but I want to see your eyes light up first!”

With a sigh, Rowan took it from Enid’s hand and passed it over to Maisie. “Can we just try to be rational for once?”

“I was rational once,” Eamon said, frowning.

With his mouth full, Finn said, “I want the next special dinner to be at one of those fancy pasta places with two forks.”

“Manners,” Aelin warned the wild beast she called a son.

“Mom and Dad never take us to fancy restaurants for a reason,” Maisie said while giving a pointed look to Finn, who was by her side.

The boy rolled his eyes and mimicked in a high-pitched voice, “MoM aND dAD nEVer tAkE uS tO fANcY rEStAuRaNts FoR a rEasOn.”

Maisie slapped her brother’s forearm, and that’s when her parents lost patience.

Rowan lifted his pointed finger, “Do not—“

“Maisie, Finn, for Mala’s sake…” Aelin started, pinching the bridge of her nose.

˜˜

Later that night, Maisie was scrolling on TikTok before sleep, but two knocks on her bedroom door stopped her short.

It was Finn, holding his blanket. More often than not, he slept in Maisie’s room—she wasn’t sure why, but it’d been this way since he was little. Already knowing what was about to happen, Fleetfoot moved to the foot of the bed to give him space. Her bed might look big, but it didn’t have nearly enough space for two people and a person-sized dog.

When she was taking off her many pillows to find some space for her brother, a bulky-looking folded paper caught her eye.

Maisie hid it back with the pillow and said, “Go get me some water.”

Finn complained, but complied.

Quickly unfolding the paper in the little time she had, Maisie recognized her dad’s writing and a fuckton of cash—not too much for an Air Force major, but enough to make a teenager who had a minimum-wage part-time job feel like a billionaire.

Groceries refund + your delivery fee

Don’t mention it—ever

Maisie’s grin grew wicked. She fucking loved her dad.

˜˜

Finding a reason to get out of the house on Easter was tough, but she managed it.

Maisie had already picked her dad’s sushi-filled Easter egg at the restaurant, since he hated chocolate, and the other ones had been retrieved from its hiding place at Uncle Aedion’s.

Inside her house, Finn was the first one to greet her.

He eyed her bags suspiciously. “What’s all that?”

Without a word, she took one Kinder egg that fit in her palm, and handed it to him. Finn took it in his hand, contemplated it for a second with a silly half-smile, then hugged Maisie tight, squeezing her waist.

“Gods!” She lightly slapped his head. “You’re so dumb.”

Before he processed what happened, Maisie got his actual Easter egg, the Kinder with the dinosaur he wanted.

His eyes lit up and his mouth hung open, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, her brother crushed her into a hug that knocked her breath out of her lungs.

“Thanks, Mais.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She took a second to take it in, than wiggled out of his hug to hand the twins’ ones.

They looked so happy, it didn’t even look like Mom and Dad gave each of them giant Easter eggs three hours ago.

Her parents were watching them from afar, wearing one of those weird, sentimental parent smiles.

When she took out her dad’s from the bag, Rowan finally looked surprised—which was easily detected by his wife.

The “shell” part of his Easter egg was just nori and rice, but it was filled with seafood. Dad twirled his sushi egg in his hands, mouth ajar. “Honey, I didn’t think you’d get me something too. You didn’t have to.”

“Too?” Mom asked, lips quirked up. Her eyes sparkled, darted between Maisie and Rowan, then landed on her daughter. “Good to know you found a way to afford it.”

“I’m my father’s daughter.” Maisie shrugged. “Of course I know how to save money.”

She also knew how to spend it like her mother, but it wouldn’t be smart to mention right now.

At that point, Maisie knew Aelin figured out that Rowan gave her the money, and Mom knew Maisie knew she knew. Neither of them would say a word, though, and it was best this way.

She handed her mom’s next, a chocolate hazelnut Easter egg the size of Aelin’s head.

“I didn’t know Dad bought you the same one,” Maisie said with a sheepish smile.

“You won’t hear me complaining, honey.” Her mom kept intense eye contact with her Easter egg, likely unwrapping it in her mind as if she didn’t have a half-eaten identical one in her bedroom.

Aelin put her gift on the coffee table near them and hugged Maisie. “I love you, honey,” she said before kissing her daughter’s head. “Thank you for the gift. You’re such a great big sister.”

“I know, right?”

However, their hug was abruptly broken by shouting coming from the other side of the living room.

“Stop. Being. An idiot!” Enid shouted at Eamon for whatever reason they decided to bicker over this afternoon.

“We’re both idiots, but you’re the bigger idiot!” he fought back.

Maisie tapped her mom’s shoulders. “Go tame your evil twins.”

“Don’t call your siblings that!”

She sighed, not surprised by how quickly their moment of peace—a rarity in her home—was broken.

Weirdly enough, her parents seemed to enjoy it.

A/N: In the plans of this outtake I have deep into my notes app, Aelin mentions that since her husband doesn’t like chocolate, her Easter gift to him would be given “later tonight”. I thought you’d like to know *wink*

2nd A/N: Yes I left Maisie’s exact age in the dark on purpose heheheh this one spoiler I’m not handing out like this.

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Jack Harlow x Reader : DOUBLE TROUBLE

A/N: Mía is 17 & EZ is 15

“It’s dad again, are you going to answer it?”

You shake your head. “No, we’re almost home anyway so I’ll talk to him there.”

You’ve been dodging your husbands texts and calls all day long, but to be fair, you both were super busy attending important meetings.

“Ama? Did you hear a word I just said?”

“I’m sorry mijo, what was that?”

“Are you okay?”

You nod and continue to drive home. “Yeah, just a little distracted but I’m okay. Now tell me what were you saying.”

“I said I passed my finals today, you think dad will finally let me join the football team?”

“I don’t know mijo, it’s actually not up to him, it’s up to the coach and your counselor. You were falling behind pretty bad.”

“Dad said if I proved to him that I was keeping my grades up and passing my finals that he would talk to them and that I would also get the Beamer I wanted.”

You chuckle at that. “Ezequiel you’re not getting a BMW for doing what you’re supposed to do. Un carro? Por favor, yo no tenía carro cuando estaba joven, I would have to walk or get the bus everywhere when I was in school.”

Ezequiel groans “Mom, come on?”

You’re pulling into your home parking lot now. “You know what? You talk to him and let’s see how it goes.”

“What’s the point? He listens to everything you say so he’ll obviously say no. So thanks.” He says, gets out of the car and slams the car door and walks into the house.

“Ángel Ezequiel, do not slam my door.” You yell and go after him.

“WHATEVER.”

“Don’t whatever me, your attitude needs to be checked. Y asi quieres un carro.” You place your purse and keys on the table that’s by the entrance.

“What is going on? What’s with the yelling?” Your husband asks, coming from the living room.

“Ask your son, I have to prepare dinner.” You roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen.

Jack furrows his eyebrows and looks at his son. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, ask her.” Ez shrugs

“I’m asking you.”

“She’s been like this all morning, then I told her I passed my finals and asked her for something and she got mad and said no.”

“You passed? That’s amazing, see you can do it, it’s just that you’re too lazy to actually do the work and study.”

Ezequiel nods. “Anyways, I told her how you said I’d be able to join the football team if I passed and I might have asked and threw you under the bus and asked her about the car.”

Jack groans. “I was supposed to talk to her first, ease her into the idea of it.”

“Why though? I don’t understand why she’s against Mia and me getting a car. What’s the big issue?”

“Todavía con eso?” You say, having heard them from the kitchen. “You know what? Get him the car, take him to a damn strip club for all I care.” You yell and go back to the kitchen.

Jack and Ezequiel stare at each other.

“What did you guys do to mom?” Mia asks, coming down the stairs.

“Let me figure out what’s going on, something must’ve happened.” Jack says and goes to follow you.

Mia crosses her arms and looks at her brother. “What’d you do?”

“What makes you think I did something? She’s probably on her period, don’t you girls get all moody and stuff.”

Mia glares and goes and punches his arm. “You’re a fucking idiot, how are you dads son?” She leaves and goes to the kitchen to check on her mom.

“Babe, what’s going on? you just went off on EZ. You never do that. You don’t yell in front of the kids at all, what’s going on?” Jack asks you.

You shrug and wipe the tears from your face. “Nothing.”

“Y/N”

“Can you drop it please?”

“Sweets you-“

“Dad.” Mia shakes her head, Jack takes in a deep breath, nods and walks out of the kitchen.

After Jack walks out the kitchen, Mia stays with you and helps you with dinner. She doesn’t say anything, she just helps cut out the vegetables, but throws little glances at you here and there.

Once dinner is done Mia stops in front of you and smiles at you. “Antes que nos sentemonos para cenar, just know we can get through it together as a family. I love you and I know something is going on, just know that I’m always here, just like you’re always there for me.”

You smile “Thank you mija but it’s nothing you have to worry about.”

“Okay, I’ll go call them.” 

You finish setting up the table, Jack and the kids sit down and you four start eating. 

You cough, “Ezequiel, I want to apologize for how I was acting. I never yell at you kids and I shouldn’t start now.” 

EZ nods “Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed the topic. You and dad know why you do the things you do. I’ll stop asking about the car.” 

Jack stares at you but doesn’t say anything. “We can visit the topic of the car some other day.” 

“Wait really?” 

You nod, “Keep up the good grades and we’ll see.” 

“You got it, gracias ama.” 

You smile and continue eating, you ask Mia how school and work went. You all have small random conversations until dinner is over. 

You’re washing the dishes with Jack by your side just staring at you.

“Are you going to say anything or are you going to continue to stare at me you freak?” You ask, smiling at him.

“Y/N, what was really happening? You never go off like that.” 

You shrug “Nothing, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“We never end the day with stress or fighting.” 

“We’re not fighting though?” You turn your head to look at him and pass him a plate so he can put it inside the cabinet. “It’s just stress, I’ll talk about it some other day.” 

“Why not now? I’m just trying to help you and trying to understand you.” 

“Jack” 

“Since when do we keep things from each other?” 

“That’s not what I’m doing, I just -“ 

“But that’s exactly what you’re doing. You always tell me when something is bothering you, whether it involves work or our family.” 

You slam the plate on the sink “I’m pregnant.” 

“What?” 

“Jack” Lips trembling, you start to cry “I’m-” You’re full on panic mode and can’t get the words out. Jack notices you’re being serious so he holds you to his chest.

“I do-“ you take a deep breath “I don’t know what to do.”

He rubs your back. “It’s okay baby I got you. Let’s go sit down and get you to calm down yeah?”

You nod, so he guides you to the living room where both Ezequiel and Mia are. 

“What’s going on?” Ez asks. 

Jack feels your body shaking. “Give us the room please.” 

“Mom?” EZ kneels in front of you.

“Come on Ezequiel, déjalos que hablen.” Mia says and grabs her brother and they both walk out of the living room.

“Okay baby I need you to take a deep breath, relax. Tell me exactly what’s going on.” 

“I’m pregnant, pregnant with twins.” You say.

“Twins?” He asks smiling 

 “I don’t know if it’s something I want. I mean our kids are teenagers, I’m older now, what if something goes wrong? What if I’m not ready for this? Things change and it’s been years since I last looked out for a newborn, there’s so many things to be afraid of and I don’t know if I can handle-“ 

“Babe, why would you say you don’t think you want this? We’ve talked about having more kids since Ezequiel learned how to walk.” 

“I’m older and it’s scary for older women to get pregnant and have kids, I’m worried about that and what if I forgot everything? How to change a diaper, how to feed a baby.” 

“Y/N” he starts and shakes his head. “We’ve been here before, we can do this.” 

“Jackman, it’s twins. We’ve never dealt with two newborns at the same time. How can you be so sure?.” 

“Baby, answer me this. How did you feel when you found out you were pregnant?” 

“I mean I felt a warm sense of happiness.” You say smiling. “Having more babies with you has always been a dream. But then I got to my appointment and then my mom reminded me how it’s risky, so all that happiness turned into what ifs and doubts.” 

“You’re healthy, we’ll talk to the best doctors and make sure you and the babies are safe.” He holds both your hands. “But I can’t force you into anything, especially into carrying two babies, whatever you want to do I support you one hundred percent. It’s you and me, always.” 

You close your eyes. “I’m just afraid.” 

“I know baby, you have every right to feel that way.” 

“I just need to sit back and think things through.” 

Jack holds you to his chest and rubs your back. “I’m here baby. Let me know what you need and I’ll help you.” 

“Just hold me please.” You whimper out. 

You both are laying on the couch now, Jack whispering sweet words and comforting you. 

“Momma?” 

You sit up and turn to face your kids. “Y-yeah?” 

“I fixed you a bath.” Mia says.

“Thank you bug.” 

Ezequiel sits next to you and hugs you. “You okay?” 

You nod. “I will be baby, thank you.” you stand up and look at Jack. “I’m gonna go take a bath.” 

He nods. “Want me to join you?” 

“Ew dad” Ez gags jokingly.

“I’ll be ok.” You tell him and head upstairs to your master bathroom and relax in the bath and think about everything.

“Ok old man, spill. Why was my mom crying and full on panic mode?” Ezequiel asks.

“Chill with the old man.” Jack rolls his eyes. “I can’t tell you guys.” 

“What why? It’s about mom we need to know.” 

“Ezequiel chill out.” 

“Don’t tell me to chill Mia, something is wrong with mom and we have the right to know. Is she sick?” 

Jack sighs and shakes his head. “She’s not sick.” 

“Then what?” 

“Ez.” Mia warns.

“Did she ask you for a divorce?” 

“WHAT?”

“EZEQUIEL SHUT UP!” 

“Mia you shut up. Dad?” 

“No, she didn’t ask me for a divorce.” Jack scratches his beard. “She’s pregnant.” 

“Those tears weren’t happy ones though, so I’m missing the problem?” 

“God EZ you’re so annoying.” Mia says.

“I’m annoying because I want to know what’s wrong with mom?” 

“No, because you don’t know how to read the room. Eres un menso.” 

“And you’re a b-“

“HEY KNOCK IT OFF.” Jack warns.

“Sorry.” 

“She’s scared. Because of her age and because she’s pregnant with twins.” Jack whispers the last part.

“Excuse me what?”

“That’s why she was crying, she’s afraid of forgetting how to look out for a baby. She’s afraid things will go bad.” 

“So what’s going to happen?” 

Jack takes in a deep breath. “She’s going to think about her decisions. Whatever she decides on, we’ll be there and support her no matter what.”

Mia nods. “Whatever you guys need, we’ll help.”

Jack smiles at his first baby. “You knew huh?” 

Mia shakes her head. “No. I promise you I didn’t. You know me, I always pick up on emotions, especially moms”

“Yeah Mia is a witch or something.” EZ adds.

The three of them laugh it off. 

“I’m going to make sure she’s ok. You two get homework done and get some rest.” 

You’re brushing your teeth when Jack enters your shared bathroom. 

“How was your bath?” 

You smile “Best thirty minutes ever.” 

“I’m going to take a quick shower then we can watch a movie and cuddle.” 

You nod. “Sounds like a plan, I’ll look for something.” 

You exit the bathroom and go towards your side of the bed, plug in your cellphone to the charger and then get into bed and scroll through the streaming apps to find a movie or new show.

After a quick shower Jack finally joins you in bed. You two decided on a new series to watch. 

Three episodes down, you pause the show and turn to face Jack. “Promise me you’re okay with any decision I make.” 

“I promise you baby, always.” 

“I want this, I want our babies.” You smile sadly at him. “I’m afraid, I can’t lie about that, and you might have to reassure me more than ever. But I do want this.” 

“Sweets, I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you feel safe and loved. I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I’m willing to understand you. You’re an amazing mother, I know it’ll be difficult and different but we got this. We did a pretty good job with the two we have down the hall, we’ll do even better with these two.” 

“We really did a good job with them huh?” You say smiling and feeling a bit emotional.

“We just have to make sure they don’t follow in Ezequiel’s ways.” 

You chuckle “My baby boy and his terrorizing ways.” 

“Our children are lucky to have you as their mom.” 

“I love you bubs.” You kiss him. “Thank you for letting me vent and for handling my crazy ass and my moods.” 

“I love you. I told you it’s you and me for life, until the wheels fall off.” 

“Until the end of time. I hope we’re ready for double trouble.” 

“We will, I promise you.” He pulls you in closer. “Press play, I want to see if Gregory decorates his classroom.” 

You both laugh at that and continue watching the show. 

Pregnancy is always a scary thing, and you had every right to feel the way that you did. 

But all that worry turned into happiness and excitement in welcoming your babies into the world. 

With an amazing husband and caring children, you knew you had this on lockdown.

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#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x yn #jackman thomas harlow #come home the kids miss you

[dreamersbcll]

You know what would be cool? If instead of wes, tara called sam and for the first time, sam really answers. I would really like it if you wrote this because i love your writing...

“Pickup”

—————————————————————————

“You’d tell me, yeah?”

Sam rolled her eyes, playfully nudging Richie. He always worried too much about her. Sam was a big girl now. She could handle herself.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She sighed, digging it out.

“Yes. You don’t have to check on me all the time. I’m-” she paused, looking at the screen.

Unknown Caller

That’s weird. Nobody called her number anymore except Richie and a few others. She frowned and sent it to voicemail.

“- not breakable. Okay?” she said, bumping his shoulder affectionately.

He rolled his eyes back playfully. “This, I know,” he joked.

The grin on her face lasted maybe a minute, slipping away as she read the text on her screen.

Sam, it’s Tara— new phone. Give me a call ASAP.

Ignoring Richie’s mindless chatter, Sam got up, clicking on the number. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, her body breaking out in a cold sweat. Her little sister didn’t call her much anymore, for maybe a couple of years.

Once Sam left, Tara called every day at least five times. Sam put her little sister’s number on mute, waiting for Tara to get the message. After a month, Tara did, calling only once a week, then on holidays, and then no longer. By the time they were at a year of being separated, Sam could unmute her sister, knowing that Tara would leave her be.

But now, this was new. Her little sister was calling her once again five years later. If Sam had the math right, it had been 1,953 days since they last saw each other.

Why was Tara calling now? And why was it urgent?

After a few beats, Tara picked up, and her breathing strained on the phone. Sam frowned, wondering if Tara was having an asthma flare-up or if she was ill.

“Hello? Tara? Tara, can you hear me?” she frantically said, pushing Richie off her.

He got in her face, a puzzled look in his eyes. “Tara? Like your sister, Tara?” he mouthed.

She nodded and shoved him back. “Tara? Tara, answer me!”

Her little sister finally did, coughing a bit as she answered. The sound of beeping in the background made Sam’s stomach flip. Something was wrong.

“Sam. You answered,” her sister breathed out in wonder.

“Yeah, I did. What’s up? Why are you calling?”

Why are you calling now?

Tara dryly laughed, the sound not coming out genuinely. There was a rustling on the phone, and Tara hissed in what seemed to be a pain. Sam knew that hiss well- many nights of putting Dora bandaids on scraped knees and patching up bruised hands from abusive teenage kids. It was the sound Sam tried to forget, as it haunted her waking life and dreams.

“Tara. You have two seconds to tell me what’s happening before I hang up the phone and hunt you down. I’m not fucking around,” Sam said lowly, trying to control the tremor in her voice.

Her little sister chuckled again, her breathing ragged. “I’m hurt, Sam. I’m not going to die; well, they didn’t think I’d make it through surgery; but it looks better now. I just thought you’d wanna know,”.

If she didn’t have a nosy boyfriend behind her, Sam would have crumpled to her knees right then. Her little sister was on the phone - injured - and talking to her. It was almost too much.

Running a hand through her hair, Sam breathed out, trying to control her breathing. She pinched the bridge of her nose, walking quickly away from Richie, who followed her. She turned around, mouthed a quick fuck off, and continued.

“Okay. Hold on. Surgery? Hurt? What the fuck happened? Is Mom there with you? Are you okay?”

“Slow down, Sam—Mom’s in London on a business trip. I haven’t seen her in a week. Amber and the twins are here,” Tara softly said, coughing a bit.

Sucking in another breath, Sam waited for her sister to continue.

“Some asshole in a costume stabbed me—a lot. And snapped my leg. I don’t know who it was or how it happened, but I needed to tell someone,” she whispered.

Sam could hear rustling on the other end and barely caught the I’m here; you don’t need Sam, from what sounded like Amber. Her blood pressure rose. She never liked that girl. In fact, it was hate. That was all Sam felt for that miserable bitch.

It was all too much. This was too much. Sam was on the phone with the sister she abandoned, who was gravely wounded because Sam wasn’t there.

And in all fairness, Sam didn’t even know why Tara would call. She had let down her little sister too many times to count, and she would no doubt do it again if given the chance.

Trying to center herself, Sam squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply. Tara needed her to be a pillar of strength, not break down. Her little sister was the injured one, not Sam. She had to pull it together for her sister’s sake.

“Okay. Okay. You’re okay, yeah? What was the asshole wearing?”

Tara sighed on the other end, and her voice choked up. Her crying voice. Her little sister was crying. Sam could feel her heart breaking down piece by piece, and she tried to collect them for Tara’s sake.

“Not the point Sam. It was a fucking Ghostface costume, though. Are you coming or not?” her sister tried to say firmly, but her watery, choked-up voice said otherwise.

Ghostface costume. Sam knew well what that meant, but decided to spare her sister the anxiety. Tara needed her now, not her baggage.

Sam would figure this out on her own.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m on my way. Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon. I promise,” she soothed.

Tara hummed on the other end. “Okay. I’ll let everybody know you’re coming,”.

There was a pause, years of unsaid words hanging in the air between the sisters. After years of silence, it had built a dam between the two, finally breaking with this phone call. It felt… awful. It felt too real, and both sisters didn’t know what to do. There was too much to say and not enough at all.

Thankfully, Tara finally broke it.

“Sam?” she whispered her voice nasally.

Sam choked back her sob, trying to be stable for her sister’s sake. “Yes, Tara?”

“Thank you.”

Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, Sam bit her lip, trying to control herself. “Of course. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay,” her sister whispered and hung up the phone.

Breathing out, Sam pocketed her phone. Some sort of God must have been listening to Sam’s prayers, and now Tara was back, asking for Sam. This wasn’t a chance that she was going to piss away again.

Tara needed her. Sam would come.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #scream 5 divergence #not super angst! #love this for us !!! #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Turtles Chat

Buck: EDS! HEY HEY EDS!

Bobby: Buck, this is the group chat

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

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

Buck: but the turtles!

Bobby: turtles?

Buck: yes, the turtles! 🐢

Hen: Bobby, why’re you humoring him?

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

Hen: ever hear of buying things online?

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

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

Chim: No

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

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

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

Buck: it’s family day

Chim: yeah Hen duh it’s family day 🤪

Hen: if Eddie is family we’re all family

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

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

Bobby: stop joking about being dead Buck

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

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

Hen: don’t bring my child into this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hen: fine, I’ll call Eddie

Buck: HENRIETTA WILSON YOU ARE THE BEST

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

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

Buck: home phone?

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

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

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

Chim: CODEPENDENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buck: Ravi, you’re the best!

Hen: oh thank god, you found Eddie?

*15 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck did you reach Eddie?

*10 minutes pass*

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

*20 minutes pass*

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

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

Buck: 🐢🐢🐢

Bobby: have a fun family day!

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

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

Hen: I have no words

Buck: 😇 🐢

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

#things i decided i could make about 911 #I swear it’s funny to us #you had to be there #incorrect 911 quotes #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #buddie fic

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 4

This will be a six part story. This chapter has no smut.

The Forbidden Door meeting

I wake up before Jay, my mind refusing to shut off. I lay there in the early morning light watching him sleep. I’m overwhelmed by how much I’m falling in love with him my chest gets tight at the thought that he might get hurt because of me. A tear falls down my face. Jays eyes open “ Hey, what’s wrong?” Still half asleep, “Nothing”I say and try to smile. Now fully awake “We don’t do that remember” He’s rolls on his side facing me. “So I’m going to ask you again, what’s wrong?” I can tell he’s bracing himself. “ I’m worried you’re going to get hurt because of me.” His hand strokes my face moving a strand of hair, “It won’t be because of you, it’s real but we will all be professionals. Besides I’d bet you’d be cute in a nurses outfit.” I laugh and the tension is broken.

Jays phone rings, “Hey Will, she’s fine why? I don’t think she’s looked at her phone in the past two days. No that’s exactly what happened, yeah I haven’t talked to anyone over there yet. I appreciate it man, I’ll repay you the favor. You’re right an excuse to get Finlay out is a good enough reason. I’ll let her know.” he hangs up. “ Apparently you need to look at your phone, you’ve got a good portion of people worried about you.”

I sigh heavily and pick up my phone, and hand it to Jay. “Please, I can’t right now.” He scrolls through my messages and I can tell he’s deleting the ones that he knew I wouldn’t want to read. “Your dad texts like a psycho.” Handing me back the phone.

I start to read the text out loud

The Bang Bang Brats

“Are you our new mom?”

ELP <3

Tell Jay GOD is ready to join Gold.

Ospreay

Whatever you need it’s yours? I had no clue about your dad and Finlay, next time you decide to get married let a guy know okay. I’m sorry love I wasn’t there for you.

ZSJ

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Finlay really? Why didn’t you say something, I could’ve done something. You really got a thing for those Bullet Club boys, I warned you about them years ago. I have to say of the lot Jay is the best of them. Be happy love, it’ll all be fine, if you need anything let me know.

“I’m glad I read them”I sighed and smiled. I leaned my head over on Jays shoulder, he put his hand in mine brushing my knuckles. “ I’m glad you did to, it seems you have quite the fan club. Love” in the absolute worst British accent I’ve ever heard, his eyes showing his amusement when I turned to look at him. He kissed me softly, resting his forehead on mine. “We better get ready before, I cancel the meetings and we just stay here. “

We got ready and were downstairs when the first knock came. Matt,Nick, Page, Cole, Kenny Tony and Rocky were all there. Followed by a catering team , who asked where to set up . “ Just put it on the island “ Jay said casually winking at me, as he predicted my face turned pink.

I sat beside him at the table. Everyone else gathered with Tony at the head of one end with Kenny at the other. Jays body tensed as he stares down the table at Kenny. I put my hand on his thigh trying to give him support, he could never let being Kenny’s young boy go, mainly because Kenny insisted on reminding him of it at any chance he had.

Tony started “ Good Morning, I trust everyone had a good evening last night. Thank you all for being here. I was told the result of the private vote was to move forward with a forbidden door program. I’ve spoken with President Tannashi and he agrees that it’s time for the Bullet Club Civil War. The only stipulation is that it can be any member of the club that was current or retired prior to Saturdays incident. We will need rosters from each group and we will be preparing the matches out of interest and fairness. However the main event will be David vs Jay. Loser loses his club, the winner has the right to include or exclude the others current members, but only one club will be recognized after the match. “

A low rumbling went around the table as the words sank in.

Tony slides a contract towards me, “ I’m presenting you both with a talent and employment contract. You will see that the terms of talent are through forbidden door but that the employment offer for you to be in talent relations is a five year deal.You’ve worked hard and you deserve this. However, you will need to be on screen with Jay, I will leave that to the two of you to discuss how and what the presentation is going to be. “ My eyes were as big as saucers, I never wanted to be on screen talent. Jay took my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I said.

Kenny spoke next “ Jay, you really couldn’t let Japan go could you. I left the keys in your hands you had it all but you had to come here you had to bring Bullet Club with you. You’ve had to make your mess my mess. Now you’re trying to be the savior of bullet club because it’s all you have. I don’t even understand why I’m here or what I have to do with any of this. I’m part of the Elite and was part of the version of Bullet Club that brought this whole thing to prominence. The fact that this all over some girl who was making shitty choices because she has Daddy issues. “

With that Jay slid back from the table and yanked Kenny up by his collar. “Say what you want about me, but you keep her out of your mouth. You don’t even realize that your best days are behind you, Ospreay and I both made sure of that, and if I need to I’ll finish it myself. If you want to align with Finlay go ahead, I’ll take on the both of ya. As for now though get the fuck out of my house.”

Matt and Nick got in between both of them. Jay let Kenny go, but dared him to say anything further. “Matt Nick let’s go” Kenny said. “Not this time Kenny. You’ve gone too far.”Matt said regretfully . Kenny looked around the table for support , none of the other men will meet his eyes. I however refused to look away from him my jaw set firm, and hard. Kenny stormed out the front door slamming it behind him.

“He’ll calm down, he’s out injured anyway. He insisted on being here because he’s an EVP. I’m sorry I didn’t expect him to disrespect your home. The fact that you’re prioritizing someone you care about, is a regret he still has and has never gotten over“ Matt said .

“Who have you heard from?” Tony asked changing the subject .

“As for Japan, you really don’t have much support Jay. The War Dogs, Kenta, Owens , House of Torture are all together. GOD said they texted you to let you know that they will be aligning with Gold. You have a lot of support from United Empire and TMDK that have offered to do matches on the road to forbidden door in hopes that they can keep them fatigued. That’s about all you’ve got. “ Rocky said

“ So I need what 10 -12 guys? “ Jay said “Closer to 15 guys I’m afraid.” Rocky said.

“Matt, Have you heard from AJ , Deviit or Cody?”

“ they’re all sitting this out, which numbers wise works better for us. “ Matt confirmed.

“ What about Austin and Bey?” I asked trying to do the math in my head.

Jay picked up his phone “ Hey Chris, I need to know where you are on this whole thing. We’d love to have y’all. Thanks man talk soon.” They’re in . I think we have our numbers..”

“I want Gabe “ Page said abruptly, “he’s been running his mouth too fucking long about me. It needs to be a death match.”

“We want Connor’s and Maloney they keep shitting on our legacy. I’m sick of it. “ Nick added

“ I think Japan would be agreeable to this.” Tony said and Rocky nodding his head.

“ Cole do you have anyone you’d like to take out personally? “ Jay asked

“Coughlin, and if I’ve got to team with page to get to him then that’s what we need to do death match and all. “ Cole not loving the idea of a death match but wanting Coughlin more.

“What about you sweetheart, what do you want out of this?” Jay asked

“ I just want to y’all to come out safe.” I said.

“That’s no fun sweetheart, I mean who do you want to slap, or kick in the balls, something that you get to do on the talent side. “

“My father, and Finlay.” Laughing at the idea.

“Tony you’ve created a monster, I’m afraid . She’s been thinking about this a while. Britt can help her get ring ready..” Cole offered

“I think that’s it for a while guys I’ll get the paperwork to you for signature and review.” Which was the dismissal from Tony.

Everyone stayed a little longer. They wanted to talk about my on screen presentation. “ I never thought I’d be on screen, I was content in the background.” I said. “ Well you’ve been given two contracts from Tony so you’re in. Now it’s about your presentation, you’ll need one move that you can execute well. .” Matt said. “ What’s your favorite move of all time. “ Jay asked“ The Superkick” the other four men answered in unison. Jay looked at me “Seriously?” I shrugged my shoulders "I was an hbk fan what can I say. “

“She actually has a fairly decent one, we’ve worked with her on it before. She wanted Shawn’s so I worked on it with her it’s been a while though.” Cole shrugged “ What style is she going for asked Page, the bullet club bunnies aren’t going to work….” I’m not doing that hell no.” I cut him off abruptly. “ I think I just want a slightly sexy black and gold look. Jeans, heels a tank or bustier. “ I was actually feeling pretty pleased with the idea.

“ You’ll wear my jacket though, we can modify one, you can have either the switchblade or bullet club logo. If you go with the logo I’d like you to wear a golden switch blade necklace. Just on camera.” Jay said. "Now wait a minute, you don’t need for it to look like you own her.” Page said “ I’m okay with it, it’s pretty rock n roll actually. I’d rather look rock n roll than a ring rat, besides bullet club has always been cool. And it’s something we are all doing together. I’m going to go with the gold logo and the necklace. When I’m with everyone and if it’s just Jay and I I’ll have the switchblade logo. I need not to be damsel in distress.” The guys seem to be in agreement and they started working on story lines. I needed a break, so I excused myself.

I found myself a little place on the back porch in a rocking chair that overlooked the property. “ How are you doing Darlin?” Page asked handing me a glass of whiskey

“It’s been a lot, but I’m happy.” I smiled

“So you and Jay huh? “ he questioned

“He and I spent a lot of time together when y’all left for AEW. It was he and I and the new bullet club for a while. we hung out a ton he and I shared an apartment as room mates. It feels right, and honestly I was a little surprised how comfortable this all is. He gets me Adam, when I ran out of the wedding and I was in the car and started having a panic attack, he got me through it like it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t bring it up or make me feel shitty about it. I think I’m in love with him.”

Jay was stepping out on the porch, with a blanket.

“I’m gonna head back in, I just wanted to check on you.” as page started to excuse himself. “ Hey Adam, don’t feel like you’ve got to go on my account. I need everyone to understand nothings changed she still needs you guys. Honestly I was bringing her a blanket the wind from the north kicks up and it can get cool quick. “ Jay handed me a blanket and a kiss on the top of the head and disappeared back inside.

“Who the fuck was that guy and what did you do with Jay ?” I just laughed , page took a seat on the wooden steps and looked out. The easy quiet. It’s always been easy to be quiet with him. He broke the silence as the sun started going down, “I’m happy for you. Kenny was out of line and you deserve what all the rest of us have a safe place that feels like home. Matt said he took care of you on the contracts, none of us want you to be obligated to be in a position that you need anyone but yourself.”“Thanks Adam”, he bent down as hugged me.

I followed him back inside realizing he was the last one leaving. As I walked him out Jay came out of the kitchen. “Everything okay? “ he said . “ Yeah, it’s what we do, we sit in silence, sometimes it’s a big conversation, sometimes it’s nothing.Its nice knowing someone is there.” I walked towards him his arms opened and pulled me in.

“So you’re in love me” he said softly, “ I am” I answered back.

I pull back and I’m trying to read his face, “”Are you okay ? I didn’t mean for you to hear that, I’m not trying to…”

“ Sweetheart , that was the best part of my day, I need you to know that. In answer to your question no I’m not okay, Kenny got under my skin again. He’s just a smug son of a bitch. “

I took his hand and led him to the couch I sat down, “ Sit down in front of me. I’m going to take care of you but go ahead and keep talking.” He sat down between my legs and faced the fire in the hearth. I began running my fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. “ He’s always been a dick, he was so mad when I wouldn’t join his club , he couldn’t stand that I wouldn’t bow to the great Kenny Omega. That I could do more outside of his shadow that I didn’t need his approval, I had Okadas. That’s when my game began to take what was his. Today when he started in on you that was it. “ I pull his hair a little bit just enough to break his tension, “That feels good. it’s been along time since someone took care of me. Sure there were women but they all wanted the character, not me. I got to the point I looked forward to the dinners you’d make in that tiny apartment, the way you’d stream terrible television, the way you’d watch AEW studying it, but also buying completely in. “ I move my hand to the back of his neck rubbing the knots out of his neck, he groaned, then continued “ I’ve been in love with you for years. Your selfless nature, your kind heart, the way you’d support and comfort all of us. I loved the way you put the jacket on me before I went out to the ring, the way you’d take care of me when I was injured . You’d listen to me rant, scream and breakdown.” He reached back and took my hands off his neck and turned around kneeling in front of me. “Marry Me, I mean will you marry me?”

I gasped at his words, my brain processing everything he said tears came down my face, “ Yes Jay I will.”

#aew fanfiction #switchblade jay white #jay white imagine #jay white x reader #jay white smut #jay white x you

[freefolkfightorflight]

Brain Dump

I started my adhd meds again for the first time in 2 years and my brain is like hey. We got a lot of thinking to do so here you go. My current fixation as I sit on the bed telling myself to clean and wash my damn sheets im covered in.

——-

Me: I just feel so ugly

Him: you are beautiful and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (I’m kind of a ho who lies when I think imma be in trouble😩)

Me: you too. You are handsome and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (He’s insecure and jealous)

Him: do you want to marry me?

Me: yes

Him: ok good

Me: ok…😍😂 wtf, Alej

———

I think we are both broken children just trying to make it through life and it’s sad and ugly sometimes. But a lot of times it’s really passionate and beautiful.

I don’t know why I’m posting this. This isn’t new news. We’ve talked about marriage before. I’m there. He’s there. I have a ring. he called it a pre engagement ring. And I’m like so a promise ring? And he’s like no. PRE! Lol. but it’s NOT an engagement ring. I don’t care but he does.

Speaking of. He’s more traditional than I’m willing to ever be again. I will never cook every single night. I will never commit to do things like that on a forever basis again. Sometimes I’m scared he will be disappointed in that. But I haven’t faked it these past 2 years. He’s gotta know exactly what he’s getting with me.

It’s just challenging because he’s an immigrant who still has a wife in Mexico. They married super young. they’ve been separated 25 years. She lives with her ‘fiance’/boyfriend etc. but she refuses to sign the divorce papers. Every few months she dangles signing the divorce papers in front of him, asks for money, he pays her, she disappears til the next time she needs money. Currently she’s saying she will sign the papers and he’s just done being used. I keep thinking maybe she means it this time. But he knows her better. He wants to go back to Mexico to sort it out but *I* don’t want him to bc it’s so fucking dangerous coming back. He’s got 3 kids and his mom here. Please don’t leave me to care for them all if you die. Lands alive.

That’s another obstacle. The mom doesn’t want to live with me. SAME😳 but I’d at least attempt it for the good of the whole family. She said absolutely not. He said absolutely not. She wants/needs her own place when me and him get married. Have you seen rent now a days? How will we afford a place for 5 kids, and then at least 2 bedrooms for her? (For when she has his girls). Lol. He doesn’t seem concerned about this part, but I am.

I have an evil ex who put in the child custody agreement that I’m not allowed to live with a significant other unless we are married 🙄bc yes let’s do this again. otherwise I wouldn’t care so much. Like we are two years in. I’d rather just live together. Test the waters. and fuck marriage prior to that just bc of how bad it’s been in my history. But I do see myself being with him forever. So it’s fine. Whatever. Except we can’t bc his ‘ex’. Brah

I just feel chatty and already talked his ear off🙈

I texted every girlfriend I know and they’ve all stopped responding bc I’m talking too much. Send help

#Mexican #Mexicano #marrying an immigrant

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  cursing, slight angst, angry Chris Evans. 

“Fuck!”

“Hey...what’s wrong?”

You turned; eyes wide as you looked at your boyfriend.  He glanced over your shoulder and saw a picture of him pushing the covered stroller with you on TMZ.

“Is that...”

“Yeah...”

“How did they-”

“I don’t know!” you proclaimed, cutting him off, “Sebastian...what are we going to do?”

He sat down beside you on the couch and looked at the laptop.  You had come across the article by chance.

‘Mystery woman with Gossip Girl star, Sebastian Stan’ the title read.  The caption below it said ‘Actor Sebastian Stan ferrying mystery woman and a set of children around set of Kings.  Secret love children?’

“Shit...baby.  I didn’t know that anyone was around.  You know how I feel about paparazzi.” he frowned, “and you know that I wouldn’t have brought the kids on set if I knew something was going on.  We’re careful about it on Gossip Girl…I-I thought that Kings would be the same way.”

“I got a pretty angry voicemail from Chris about it already,” you admitted, biting your lip, “he doesn’t want the kids to be photographed.  And if I’m being honest, I’m pretty nervous about it too…what if people really start asking questions?”

“I know,” he replied, “which was a reason why we originally opted for the covered stroller.  So, the twins wouldn’t be seen.” 

“I tried to tell him that in a text, but he didn’t want to hear it.  Apparently just seeing the stroller was enough for him to call,” you frowned, “he’s blowing up my phone…and I really don’t want to deal with that call back to him today…”

“He’s just trying to push your buttons (Y/N).”

“Well, it’s working,” you sighed, “I feel like the only time he reaches out is to bitch at me about how I’m raising the twins.  I mean, he never asks how they’re doing.  He missed their birthday party when they turned one because he was busy filming somewhere…I mean, Scott and his sisters always check in…and his mom messages me saying that she misses the babies.  But both of his parents were here for their birthday party…he’s the only one not invested in them unless he’s complaining.”

“I can call him if you want!”

Your eyes widened and you were quick to shut your laptop and push it to the side, “Sebastian, no.  The last thing I need is for Chris to start freaking out because of how involved you are with the twins lives already.  Remember last month when he called because his mom saw that the twins got a haircut?”

“In all fairness, I apologized for leaving my trimmer out...i didn’t think Johnny would get up there on the counter.”

“That boy is an escape artist I’m telling you!” you sighed, laughing at the memory, “he’s only one and he managed to somehow get past the baby gates.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, (Y/N),” Chris growled across the video call, “my mom said that Johnny has a buzzcut.  Why does a toddler have a buzzcut?  Last time I’d gotten pictures from you his hair was over his ears.”

“You were telling me that I should take him to get a haircut anyways, Chris,” you tried, “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.  You said that he was starting to look like more of a girl than Shayla was because of how long his hair is getting.”

“First off, because you didn’t consult me on it,” he growled, his frustration visible even over the internet call, “secondly, because it wasn’t planned.  You had to take him to get a haircut after he got into Sebastian’s grooming supplies-”

“It was an accident, Chris.”

“He left his beard trimmer out,” he growled, “what if Johnny actually hurt himself, huh?”

“He left it in our master bathroom,” you reasoned, “Johnny crawled up the stairs and scaled the baby gate while I was giving Shayla a bath.  And Sebastian was making dinner so-”

“He should have been keeping an eye on him.  Or you should have.  What if he fell down the stairs when he was trying to climb the baby gate?” Chris asked, “This could have been a serious injury, (Y/N)!”

“I know, Chris…but the twins don’t like sharing bath time anymore and Sebastian said tha-“

“Sebastian’s not their father, I AM!”

“THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD ACT LIKE IT,” You yelled into your phone, “YOU NEVER SEE THEM.  YOU NEVER CALL THEM.  YOU MISSED THEIR BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR CH-“

“I WAS FILMING!” He screamed back.  You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked at your boyfriend.  He sighed and gave you a knowing look.

“I-I don’t want to start another screaming match, Chris…” you sighed after another second, sniffling back your tears. 

You could hear his heavy sigh on the other side of the line, “Me either…”

“I know I messed up, Chris…”   

“The point is our son cut all his hair off because you and your boyfriend couldn’t keep an eye on him.” He reiterated, “and I wasn’t even told about it…my mom told me when she saw him at the party.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fight.”

“Well I need you to be smart enough to acknowledge that you and your boy toy almost got my son hurt!”

“Fuck you, Chris!” you growled, hanging up on him.  You watched as his name popped up on your phone once more, and you threw it away from yourself on the couch, not wanting to deal with him for the time being. 

“You okay?”

You sighed in anger, not realizing that you had started to cry, you were surprised when Sebastian handed Johnny off to you and your baby boy started wiping the tears away.

“No cry...mama...no.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you sighed, grabbing his small, chubby hands, “it’s okay, baby.  Mama is okay.  She just-she just is a little sad.”

“Nooo!” he cooed, reaching out to you so that he could grab your face in his little hands, “no mama.”

“It’s okay, baby!”

“Well, he’s right,” your boyfriend said playfully as he sat down with a sleepy Shayla snuggling into him, “we don’t want you to be sad.”

You sighed again and leaned into his free side. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and Johnny crawled between the two of you, snuggling up as well. 

“You okay?” he asked after a few minutes. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sebastian...” you nodded, “you’ve done so much for us...”

“I’m just doing what any man should!” he said simply, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head, “don’t pay attention to what anyone says about how we’re raising the kids...you’re doing an amazing job, baby...”

“I needed to hear that!” you admitted, snuggling into his side, “thank you, Sebastian...for always being so caring and protecting...and loving.”

“I’ll always protect you, baby.”

“I did it!”

Your brow raised as you looked at him, “What did you do?”

He only smiled as he sat down his laptop in front of you.  You could see a picture, and it looked like someone had superimposed the image so that there were two of him.

“What is this?” you asked curiously, “what did you do, Sebastian?”

But he only smiled, “the answer to all of our problems with the paparazzi.”

“What?”

“I talked to a few of the girls...and the pr team, and we came up with the most amazing plan,” he smiled, “we convinced the world that they didn’t see the person they thought they were seeing.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a twin!”

“Shut up, no you’re not!” you laughed. 

He pushed the laptop closer to you, and you looked more intricately at the page.

‘Seeing Double:  actor Sebastian Stan has a twin!’ 

“Read it!” he encouraged.

“Sebastian, this is obviously a fake picture,” you laughed, “no one is going to buy this.”

“Read it!” he repeated.

“Actor Sebastian Stan came clean last week when we posted a picture of what we thought was him with a mystery woman and a stroller, but as it turns out, Sebastian Stan is not Sebastian at all,” you began, reading the story in disbelief, “Sebastian...what did you-”

“Keep reading.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you looked at the next paragraph, “the Romanian born actor is actually a twin.  And his name is not Sebastian Stan, either.  Sebastian Stan is the combination of both of their names.  Sebastian, is actually just Seb Stan, while Bastian is a happily taken man with two children, living a quiet life in upstate New York.”

You gasped.

He smiled, “Keep going, baby.”

“We got to meet Seb’s brother last week when he came up with the kids to visit his brother, and girlfriend, Seb’s personal assistant, commented co-star Blake Lively,” you read on, “we were surprised to find out about his brother, and didn’t really believe his personal assistant for a while, about Bastian or the twins, but it’s hard to ignore it when you have two people who look like your co-star in the same room, and two babies calling one of them da da.”

Your eyes went between him and the laptop, your mouth parting, but no words leaving your lips.  You read the rest of the article and how it talked about how you and ‘Bastian,’ had met through mutual friends and you’d taken the job with Seb after he needed help maintaining his schedule.  But then it also went on to say that ‘Bastian’ was deeply private, and preferred that he stay out of the media because of his finance career.

“I told you that I’d always protect you baby,” he offered, reaching out to stroke your hand, “And it took me a while, but I did come up with that...and people are buying it.” 

“How did you get people to go along with it?”

“Well, Blake was an easy sell,” he smiled, “anyone that’s met you, really.  Everyone loves you, baby...and they want to protect you and the kids as much as I do.”

You felt your stomach turning at the thought.  Bile rose up in the back of your throat.

“Sebastian...th-there’s something that I should tell you...”

His brows furrowed, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“I-”

But you froze, your eyes going wide when your son toddled into the living room, babbling while holding onto a piece of plastic.

“Hey...whatcha got, buddy?” Sebastian asked, reaching out for the plastic that Johnny was holding onto.

“Oh no...”

“Baby, what’s this?” Sebastian asked slowly as he pulled the stick from his hands.  He looked at it for a second, and then it was like everything clicked.  He held it up, the little lines facing you, “i-is this a pregnancy test?”

You nodded slowly, biting your bottom lip as your boyfriend examined it. 

“Ye-yeah...it is...”

“Baby...ar-are you pregnant?”

Chapter 8

#behind closed doors #gossip girl #chris evans #sebastian stan #sebastian stan c #sebastian stan characters

[altschmerzes]

if anyone has cats they would like to send me pics of i would appreciate that a lot i am having a very very fucking weird one right now and don’t really know what to do with myself.

the short version is: my dad died today. the long version is..... probably an absolutely ridiculous overshare but. like i said. don’t know what to do with myself so i’m just. idk im talking out loud i guess, putting this Somewhere. it’s. heavy, sorry.

so the post i made recently celebrating seven years going no-contact with my abusive father who kind of ruined my life in a lot of really serious ways i am likely never really going to completely recover from? yeah. he had a stroke earlier this year that sounded like it was pretty serious and that was a lot to process and then i just got the call from my mom that he had a heart attack while fishing with a friend this afternoon and died. apparently it was fast, which is good. he was fifty-five and i guess he’d just hit two years sober.

my mom sounded really upset on the phone, and i guess she’d only found out less than ten minutes before she called me, she just told my sister, who lives with her, and my sister went off to take a shower (read: have a breakdown in the shower), and then called me immediately and said “your dad died” as soon as i answered with a hey, what’s up. they’d been divorced for twenty years and he was a fucking bastard but i guess your ex-husband and your kids’ dad who you’ve recently been reconnecting with and spending time with again dies and you’re probably gonna have some strong feelings about it. my sister is in pieces, they’d reconnected and were spending a lot more time together. in their text they said ‘i barely got any time with him and i’m fucking heartbroken’.

and because he has no other living relatives my 23 year old sister who is uh, in a fragile state on the best of days, is gonna have to deal with all of the paperwork and shit that happens when someone dies. and my sister and i’s relationship is like.... it’s complicated, to put it politely, they are very hard for me to be around for a lot of reasons, but i wouldn’t wish that on them and i wish i was able to take on that stuff if only because i’m almost through law school and i’m the least emotionally invested in the man and it just would be easier for everyone if i did the paperwork and whatever.

and then there’s my brother, because i have a brother, who i barely talk about because it hurts to think about him. he’s nine years older than me and he’s my half-brother by my dad and after my dad went to prison on drug charges i didn’t see him for thirteen years. and then a long time after a brief visit too. he’s got two kids now, and for a while there we were in sporadic contact, but i haven’t seen or heard from him since i was maybe nineteen. and my mom was just kind of rambling on the phone about how she had to find my brother’s mother’s contact information because someone had to tell him and because i’m all the way out here and i can’t DO anything else i told her i’d find her and tell her what happened and get everyone’s contact information for whatever’s coming next so. now i’ve texted my brother, who is a living wound in my life, for the first time in like six years. he hasn’t answered yet and according to his mother he’s ‘devastated.’ so.

i’m not. i’m not devastated. i don’t know what i feel honestly. once i tracked her down on facebook and dealt with all of that i just sort of sat at the kitchen table and stared at the wall for a long time. listened to the mountain goats song ‘pale green things’ and drifted in a weird numb void. i’m not.... sad. not about him anyway. i don’t know what i am. i have a very difficult time articulating my feelings on a good day, fuck i mean i have a hard time identifying my feelings on a good day. some combination of autism and cptsd and the sense that if i have feelings someone is going to die, maybe me, maybe someone else. if i have feelings, i get someone killed, is the thought process, which is a long story but. is extremely hard to work around, especially when i don’t see the point because taking active steps to make my feelings known and make them something someone else has to deal with is like. what’s the point. why do that.

so i don’t know what i feel. i feel strange and distant and not-sad and kind of angry at my sister and brother for some fucking reason and guilty and resentful and relieved. there’s some relief in there i think, because it’s like. i don’t know. i had the thought earlier, ‘oh thank gd’ which is. it sounds heinous but i now i’ll never have to choose between attending my sister’s wedding and not having to see him there, if i go back to my hometown and feel like there’s a monster stalking me from the shadows i can just tell myself the fucking monster’s fucking dead and he can’t ever hurt me again. nobody in my family is ever going to be able to pressure me to just talk to him already, just move on and let it go. reconcile, forgive, get past it.

(i don’t know how much any of them know. i have never discussed this with my parents or my sister and i never plan to. we’ve talked about some things in vague euphemisms and talked around it even more. when he got out of prison and then when he was done stalking us which he did for a while and got some help i guess and was doing a bit better my sister wanted to reconnect with him and i didn’t. i had panic attacks, i was terrified, i didn’t want anything to do with him and i didn’t want my sister anywhere near him and i remember all my mom had to say to me about that was ‘if it makes you feel any better, i could take him.’ i don’t know what to... i just don’t know.)

i dunno. i don’t know. when i visited my hometown and stayed at my parents’ house (my grandmother’s house, when i say ‘parents’ i mean her and my mom generally) i slept with a knife on my bedside table and a plan of how to get out the window because i’d heard that he’d started dropping by sometimes and i was too scared to sleep otherwise. he terrorized me. i have very few memories from before he went to prison and most of them are of being terrified for my life. of being chased through the house, staying above the garage because for some reason we couldn’t be in the house that night. sexual abuse that i can still barely handle thinking about. he haunts my nightmares regularly, even though i haven’t seen or spoken to him in seven years, didn’t see or talk to him very often before that. i have panic attacks in my sleep dreaming about him, enough that i have to be medicated for it.

he’s a person who was deeply troubled and sick and suffered unimaginably in his life and it’s just.... i know all of that and i just. i don’t know. i hope he’s at peace i guess. i know he never was when he was alive. i know i’m not at peace most of the time, largely because of the shit he did to me. i don’t know. i don’t know. my dad’s dead.

#abuse cw #death cw #i dont know man. i dont even know. #csa mention #very briefly but. yeah. i dunno. #this is heavy sorry #long post

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 6: Safe Room

Words: 848

Summary: A moment of reprieve

Of course, surviving this nightmare was hard. What was harder than that? Trying to navigate the RPD with all of its bullshit puzzles and asinine methods of keeping certain areas locked off. 

If the physical exhaustion of looking for the most outlandish and scarce looking keys didn’t get to you, the mental exhaustion would. 

“You know, maybe if this place had stayed a museum, I probably wouldn’t mind all the bizarreness of the layout.” You said. 

You, Evie, and Leon were currently taking a breather. Elvira laid near Leon’s feet as he sat by a table, leaning back against the back of the metal chair. You were seated across from him with your head resting atop your arms, reminiscent of your school days. 

Leon had nodded in agreement with you. “I’ll admit: reading about how they converted this place from a museum sounded cool at first but now it’s such a hassle to do anything.” 

“Add in the fact that the Chief Irons is a homicidal monster, it just sounds like he was giving keys to free game. It’s all fucked.” You let out an exasperated breath, pulling out your inhaler.”I can’t wait to get out of here.” 

“We’re almost there, Y/N.”

You lifted your head up and stared at the rookie. “Hey…” 

He turned his attention to you. 

“How’d you end up in all this, anyway? I mean, I know you’re a rookie and all but…you still seem….I dunno, fresh-faced? Everything about Raccoon City seems so new to you.” 

“Yeah…I guess. I thought about a change of scenery. I graduated from the academy and my girlfriend broke up with me.” 

“No!” You stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. 

“Yeah. Told me ACAB through text.” He joked, earning a laugh from you. 

‘You have a really nice laugh.’ He thought. “No, we were just…growing apart and I guess I didn’t wanna accept it.” 

A silence filled the room. 

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out.” 

“Don’t be. I needed a reality check. At least she was mature enough to know when it should end.” 

“Does she know you’re here?” 

“No. If she did, she probably would’ve stopped me. Might have even told my parents. Everyone was talking about how dangerous Raccoon City was and how it was getting worse and I just thought…I’d come here to help.” 

You softly shook your head. “I really hate that this was your first day. No one deserves to have a first day on the job like this.” 

“So…what about you?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “Nothing much about me. I grew up here with my…nannies and Evie. Only remarkable thing about me is that my mom works for the pharmaceutical company that caused all this shit.” 

“Well…I wouldn't have said that.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean…there’s something special about you. The way the infected animals don’t seem to wanna harm you and rather…they protect you.” 

While it was a compliment, it didn’t really make you feel better. Whatever it was…had some aspects of your mother’s name written all over it. You had simply believed you were adopted but now you’re having second thoughts about it all. 

Your mother never did tell you why she adopted you. Why out of all the other kids, she chose you. You thought adopted parents went out of their way to love and nurture their kids but your mother wasn’t like that. 

Material things? Yes. But someone to take pictures of you and your date for the prom? Someone to come to your school events and support you from the audience? Someone to tell you that second place isn’t all that bad? You didn’t really have that from her. 

Why were your nannies better parental figures than the mother that adopted you? The woman that CHOSE you. 

“I don’t think whatever’s going on with the infected animals is gonna be good in the long run.” You responded. You let out a half-hearted laugh. “Can you imagine me applying for a job now? Do you have any special skills? Oh yeah, I can befriend animals infected with this virus that destroyed my hometown, isn’t that neat?” 

Leon let out a chuckle. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” 

You sighed, casually placing your hand on the table. “Yeah…honestly after all of this…I can’t imagine how hard it’s gonna be trying to get back to any semblance of normal.” 

Then Leon did something that surprised you. He had straightened his posture and reached across, gently taking your hand into his. You couldn’t help the heat that began warming your cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but stare down at your joined hands. However, Leon gently called out to you. “Hey.” 

You looked up at him with a shocked expression more familiar on the faces of lovestruck teens. Whether he noticed or not was a complete mystery. You only focused on his eyes. 

Those gorgeous eyes of his. 

“You and I are gonna get through this. We’ll stick together.” 

A casual whine from Evie caught both of your attentions, earning a chuckle from Leon. 

“Yes, and you too Evie.” 

#fall of '98 #leon kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #the dog days

[onyxheartbeat]

Can’t wrap my brain around people who are cruel to people who love them and do things their loved one has never done to them. Like yell or cuss. This is still something that’s keeping me awake at night a year later. I never yelled at him and never got visibly upset at him even when he’d have his outbursts. I was always calm and tried to talk things out and always ended up apologizing even though I didn’t need to and trying to soothe him back. I always recognized something was severely wrong whether he was just depressed or sad or stressed and I’d try to be calm and understanding.

Same with when he’d call me a cunt. He found this insult to be funny, and he’d use it for inanimate objects that wouldn’t work and he’d say it to his stupid Google/Alexa thing etc., and he’d excuse it in his mind because he felt he wasn’t sexist and me being stupid, I’d do a nervous laugh. But after he crossed the line and really just said it to me without a care in the world, I STILL never yelled at him or abandoned the relationship. I was stern and expressed it’s a boundary for me. But he was so fucked up on some stupid pills that he wouldn’t even hear me. And then he crossed the boundary again and again.

And it’s just like…HOW?! How is it in your heart to scream at me, slap me one day for simply trying to tell him he shouldn’t drink (which he literally asked me to hold him to), telling me things like “get the fuck out” and threaten we should end the relationship at the drop of a hat (which when I tried to address, he’d apologize and say it was a defense mechanism which makes no sense since there was nothing to defend!) How can he have done that stuff when I never did things like that to him?!

The whole relationship was literally just him asking me to come over and me coming, and it would be so loving and he’d want to talk and cuddle and make me tea and watch movies, and talk pleasantly for hours, and he’d open up to me and tell me things he’d never told anyone before because he felt safe to cry and be vulnerable…unless he turned into a complete monster for no reason other than his own anger and stress and drug binges. We’d be so, so loving and soft with each other, and he’d be so in love with me until he just wouldn’t.

And now, I’m sort of starting to understand symptoms of BPD. Looking back I don’t know what was BPD symptoms, heart failure symptoms, or just plain stress/depression from his mom’s death and him needing to sell the house. He’d push me away then pull me back in out of utter fear of abandonment, calling me and texting me constantly when I was at work and he wouldn’t even know what time of day it was or that he had just spoken to me and I never knew if it was symptoms of his heart disease worsening (heart failure can make someone very dizzy and short of breath and disoriented).

But I never fought him or lost patience or showed signs of being annoyed or fed up (except the night I found him subscribing to OnlyFans models) and even then I didn’t yell. I just left the house. But he would yell or say incredibly insensitive things and have no care in the world about how that made me feel. I literally never yelled back until the final phone call we had. I never once threw an insult or cussed at him. And I’m just unable to process it! How can someone do that stuff to someone who’s not a threat to them or being rude or mean to them in any way?! Someone who was being so loving and affectionate to them??!

It just takes me back to being a little girl bullied on the school ground, being physically hit by other kids, and just having a complete freeze response and having to go cry and rage in private later.

I was never able to stand up for myself when I valued the approval of (classmates). And then into adulthood, that clearly followed me with the only romantic relationship I’ve ever known.

When it comes to strangers, or just randos, I’m perfectly able to fight back and not care how I’m perceived, but I guess I never learned it when it came to close relationships.

Whatever.

#j #abuse