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1mmeee2 · 1 year

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Greg House x Reader (First Oneshot)

Plot: As you were doing your usual daily task as a doctor, you had one particular patient’s parent that is mistreating you horribly but like all hospitals, you can’t really do much except figure it out. You soon tried to ignore the parent’s manner but Dr. House who always kept an eye on you... well didn’t seem to enjoy seeing it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Please Mr. Kennedy I'm just doing my job.” I said calmly trying to keep myself from slapping the shit out of him. “No way am not letting you add whatever is in that vaccine.” He said angrily. “Sir, your child needs it. Or he’ll get sick, he’s already sick as is.” I said explaining it again for the 100th time. “No, you can’t give it to him without my consent.” Mr Kennedy said making me sigh.

“Go do what you do best, at home.” He said making me back up on what he said. “Sir--” “Leave my son alone you sheep!” He said making me sigh as I looked up at the boy’s heart monitor to see it stable before leaving the room to see Dr. Eric there. “Anything?” He asked. “No, just more misogynistic comments and a lot of anti-vax comments.” I said to Eric as he and I walked down the halls trying to figure out what to do with the boy. I soon found myself at the steps of Dr House’s office to find him there leaning on his desk. “House we got a issue.” Eric said to him making House sit up using his cane for support. “What?” He asked. “Father of a little boy won’t let me go near his son with a vaccine... The boy needs it, he is very sick.” I explained to house who sighed. “Ah, one of those Anti-vaxers who really need to get off the internet once in a while... But how is that my problem?” House asked making Eric and I sigh. “We just can’t help the boy, the dad won’t give consent on giving it to him and his son’s heath is getting worse.” I explained to him. “Here’s a tiny help that you two never thought of. Try talking to his dad like he’s a child. Let him hear what he wants to hear, lure him with a hypothetical ice cream, let him lick it for a bit then let him realized it’s not the flavor he wants. He took it, he licked it, he can’t sue.” House explained to the two of us making it a good point. “Let’s give it a shot, you’re turn. I don’t think he’ll be happy seeing a woman.” I said to Eric who nodded and left the room. “What?” House asked making me turn to look at him. “He hates vaccines same like women for some reason, hence why Cameron Isn’t helping him.” I explained to house. “So... he does that to you?” He asked confusing me why he cares so much. “Why do you care about what he or does to me? You’ve done that even with other patients.” I said trying to read House for once. “It nothing personal, I don’t like anybody.” House said making me smirk. “That wasn’t my question. I asked Why do you care so much about me? Specifically me?” I asked teasingly trying to get some sort of answer till I heard the door open revealing Eric. “Nope, Y/n it’s you’re turn.” Eric said making me sigh as I soon left House’s office to see the man. “Hello sir, so I was hoping you rethought--” “I ain’t rethinking anything, you’re not giving my son more viruses.” Mr. Kennedy said making me just fill my body with frustration.

“Sir, I understand why you don’t trust the vaccine, but we are only giving your son one, just to help his immune system feel better.” I explained hoping it could change something. “Absolutely not, you’re not giving him that vaccine you idiot!” He said raising his voice before I heard the room door open revealing House walking in. “I hope you are real doctor.” Mr. Kennedy said to House who pulled out a chair and sat down next to the kid looking at the him. “You see. You’re son is dying fading away, his body is shutting down... All because some overbearing parent can’t handle a small injection of what is, you’re son’s last home in continuing his very short life.” House said to the dad making him too stunned at the comments. “Look as you can see, my assistant is doing her job, and I don’t think you’re misogynistic comments are helping. Heck if you really don’t want females in the hospitals I might as well unplug everything your son is on as it was all set up by our lovely female staff. Now you either let Dr. Y/L/N give the vaccine to your son, or might as well just leave as we cannot help you and you’re slowly fading away son who is probably at death’s door from all the procrastinating you’ve been doing.” House said leaving the dad and myself a bit held back. “F-f-fine... do it.” He said to me making me nod and got the vaccine and gave it to the kid. “See it wasn’t that hard, you can’t always get what you want.” House said before getting up from his seat and started walking out of the room but stopped. “Oh, and speak to Dr. Y/L/N, I promise you, you won’t get the best service from me or her. You better not do what you did to her ever again or to any woman again.” House said lastly before grabbing my hand and lead my out of the room. “So?” Eric asked. “Dealt with the man-child. Again, dangle the ice cream, lick it, and let them realize they got the wrong flavor.” He said before walking down the hall to his office. “House.” I called as I walked over to him. “What?” He asked. “Thank you.” I said making him nod. “Just doing my job.” He said coldly before continue walking as I stood behind but grinned. “Still didn’t make sense why you added that last part about me.” I said and saw House stopped moving and froze in place. “So?” I added but still didn’t get a response. “I got t-things to do.” House said suddenly before walking back to his office quiet fast making me chuckle.

#house md #dr house #gregory house #xreader #oneshot #gregory house x reader #gregory house x you #gregory house imagine #greg house #greg house x reader #greg house x you #house x reader #house x y/n #house md imagine

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charlesswife · 1 year

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Una Noche En Mónaco ii

Mateo Con Una T (Mateo with one t)

unem masterlist

pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, google translate because i dont speak french, teen pregnancy, english isnt my first language so there might be some grammatical error.

a/n: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS HAVE SHOWN IN THE FIRST EPISODE! It makes me so happy to know that you guys really liked it. I really have sooooo many ideas and twist for this book, like you guys have no idea, so always expect the unexpected hehehe

Just to clarify y/l/n is your last name. This is your story so I didn't want to give reader a last name.

second A/N: for some reason i can't write chapters on my phone because the letters are black. I have it in dark mode but i didnt have that problem before. does anyone else have that problem?

gif is not mine!

May 2018

Charles Leclerc was a gentleman. That's how I remember him. The way he took care of me after the several rounds of sex we had. He is definitely the kind of man I don't ever want to forget. He was very sweet and caring.

But he was only a one-night stand. I don't really know him, as him. The fact that I have to tell him I'm pregnant with his child absolutely terrifies me. I wish my parents were here. If they were, I don't think I would be in this situation.

Charles sent me the address where he was staying at. As I got closer to the place, I realized it was the same place where I woke up. Is this his apartment?

Steph left me at the doorstep. I needed her as moral support, just in case things didn't go as planned.

"Go," Steph said as she hugged me. "I'll be waiting in the car, don't worry. If he does anything, we'll sue him. You have the money for it"

Money wasn't a problem for me. I just wanted him to be there, I'm scared and I don't want to do this alone. I know Steph is here for me, but it is not her responsibility at all, it is mine and his.

I took a long breath and rang the bell. Steph went back to the car and after a few minutes, Charles opened the door.

He had such a bright smile on his face. "Oh, cara mia," he pulled me into his apartment and then close the door. He grabbed my face with both of his hands and try to kiss me but I pushed him slightly by his chess. His thick brows frowned a bit and then he asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him in the eyes and said. "We need to talk"

February 2023

I walked to my bookstore with Mateo in hand. Steph was the first one to greet us.

"Auntie!" Mateo let go of my hand and ran to my best friend.

"Maty!" Steph got down to the level of my kid and hugged him. "Uff, why are you getting so big, huh? How is my favorite godson doing?"

Mateo laughed. "I'm your only godson, tia" (aunt)

"How would you know, Alexander Jules?"

"Mommy told me, and Mommy would never lie," he pointed at me. "Verdad, mami?" (right, Mommy?) he looked back at me.

"Si, mi amor (yes, my love)" I nodded at him. "Stay with your tia (aunt) while I check stuff in the store, okay? And don't forget to pick up a book" I told him, to which he nodded.

Mateo Alexander Jules Y/l/n is four and one quarter. He likes to remind people of that. He is the most educated boy I know, and I'm not saying that just because I'm his mother, but because it's the truth. I have seen other kids and they are horrible, ungrateful brats. I hate kids. Except for my son. I want to think I did a good job raising him. He looks a lot like Charles. From the eyes' color and shape to the dimples to the hair, to the lips.

I walked around the store, checking books that needed to be restocked and putting some books back in place. I went to the cafe and got my regular iced coffee.

I walked around again until I got to my favorite section. Murder & Mysteries. In there, I saw a lady. Probably in her mid-50s. Blonde hair, she was dressed casually. She was looking around at the books. Picking one up, reading the back, and then putting the book back on the shelf.

"Do you need any help?" I asked her.

She turned around and looked at me up and down. "Oh, dear. I thought I was alone. You work here?"

"Something like that," This answer seemed to confuse her. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

She turned her sight to the books again. "Well, I'm trying to find a good mystery book but none of them catches my eye. I'm looking for something similar to Alexander Y/l/n or Perla Campos. They are my favorite authors"

I stared at her for a second. What are the odds? I looked back at the bookshelf until I found the book I was looking for. "This one should do."

She looked at the cover and asked "The Seven and 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle?"

"It's not as near as good as what Alexander Y/l/n and Perla Campos used to write, but if you like their books, I'm sure you'll like this one," I explained as I see her read the back of the book. "Another option would be 'The Secret Inheritance' by Cassandra Matthew." (lmao idk if that book is real)

I handed her the book and she took it gladly. She read the back and then looked at me. "These are very good suggestions! Thank you, dear. What's your name?"

"Y/n," I told her.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pascale"

August 2018

Pregnancy wasn't easy. I never thought I would cry so much in the span of 5 minutes just because I ran out of my favorite gelato.

Today was my fifth visit to the doctor, and I was nervous as hell. I am more bigger than a regular pregnant woman, it has me fearing for my baby's life or even mine.

"Okay, Y/n. You know the drill. Lay down, and lift your shirt up. As always the gel is cold" Dr. Williams said. She is always so gentle with me. Maybe she pities me.

"I have concerns," I told her. She looked at me as she was putting on the gel. "My belly looks bigger than normal, is that okay?"

"It depends, in most cases, yes. It means the baby is healthy. But let's take a look" She moved her sight to the machine. The image of my baby appears immediately in the sonogram. She moved the transducer to another spot on my belly and I could see her eyes widen a bit. She was going on up and down in the same area. "I think I have a better answer to your question." She looked at me and said, "You're having twins"

February 2023

"Mami, can I read Nancy Drew?" Mateo came running to me as he showed me the first book in the series.

I looked at the book and say "I don't think so, love. It might be too much for you. This is for bigger kids"

"But I am a big kid!" The old lady, Pascale, laughed.

"This is your son?" she asked.

I nodded with a smile. Mateo looked at Pascale and stayed quiet. He knew it was rude to interrupt conversations. He got behind me, hiding.

Pascale tilted her head for a moment, narrowed her eyes a bit, and murmured "He kind of looks like... never mind. What's your name, little boy?"

He looked at me for a second. "Answer her, baby. It's rude to not answer to elders" I told him.

"I'm Mateo with one T" he lifted one finger.

This made Pascale laugh again. "Nice to meet you, Mateo with one T"

"Why don't you take the book to Tia and tell her I say to check it out" Mateo nodded and ran towards the register, he stopped for a second and came back walking.

"Goodbye," He said to Pascale while giving her a little waving and then walking back to the register.

"He looks like a bundle of joy," Pascale said as she sees Mateo walk away.

"He is," I agreed. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"No, that's all. Thank you for the help. I'm ready to check out."

We walked to the register and started the process to check her out. I did the usual routine. I asked if she had an account with us, which she didn't, but she decided to get one.

"Okay, Pascale. What's your last name?"

"You can just put an L," I did as she told me. As I was checking out her books, she said "This is such a pretty bookstore. I have never been here before."

"Thank you," I said.

"She's the owner," Steph spoke as she was playing hands with my son, who shushed her for butting in the conversation.

Pascale looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed at her reaction. She inserted her card and paid. I put her books in a bag and grabbed one of the coupons. "Here is a ten-percent coupon to use on your next visit!"

"I will definitely come back. I need to tell you if I like the books or not."

"Oh boy," I laughed.

"I might even bring one of my sons with me" Oh boy... This isn't the first time a mother has try to set me up with their kids.

"Please do!" Steph yelled. Mateo put his small hands in her mouth and murmured a small 'no tia, don't talk'.

"See you next time, Pascale"

"Bye Y/n," She walked to the entrance as she passed my boy, she turned and say "Goodbye, Mateo with one T"

"Bye-bye."

After she left the store, Steph turned to me. "She didn't say goodbye to me. How rude?"

"Jesus Christ, Steph. Why would you tell her that?" I elongated the a in 'that'.

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I know I left you guys with open scenes between the first and third scenes but everything is for a reason!!! I might do Charles POV on the next one!!! Trust the process guys, things are going to get sooo good.

If you guys don't know (just in case) Pascale is Charles' mother.

Please let me know what you think of it. I would really appreciate any type of comment, whether is your opinion or just anything! It would def motivate me to keep going. I would really appreciate if you guys like and repost as well! So other people can be aware of this story.

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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fae!steve who, practically the moment he learns what he can do, sets up a trap curse for his parents. if they ever kick him out and disown him, then the second he exits their threshold he'll take all their luck with him. he'd feel bad about cursing his parents, but the point of a trap curse is that it doesn't activate unless the targets of the curse do something to meet its requirements. if his parents were just good people, good parents, then nothing bad will ever happen to them.

but they really can't seem to help themselves. steve guesses he saw this coming.

he tells eddie about it, when eddie comes to pick him and his one allowed box of clothes and shit from the harrington house. eddie'd offered to curse them, 'might as well make good on my whole evil satanist reputation', but steve told him he already had it covered. told him about the trap. he's never seen eddie look so proud and so sad at the same time.

and sure enough, all good luck leaves the harrington household when steve does. a random irs check reveals harrington sr's years of tax fraud, and his business goes bankrupt trying to pay the fines. someone leaks pictures of one of mrs harringtons senior aides on a drug filled bender in the city, ruining both her campaigns squeaky clean image and her chances at reelection in the fall. several of mr harringtons former secretaries sue for sexual harassment, while seemingly every other woman he's ever come in contact with simultaneously sues for child support.

and steve just watches. he's happy now, living with eddie in a small apartment with their cat and the various small woodland creatures eddie keeps trying to sneak in (so far steve's had to kick out three raccoons, a possum, a skunk, two bats, and a coyote. they've all been very understanding when he's explained the situation to them but eddie still acts like a kicked puppy every time he does it). eddie keeps a little shoebox under their bed with newspaper clippings of every terrible thing to befall the mighty harringtons, says it's in case steve ever wants the reminder that he got one over on them in the end. a reminder that steve's happy and they're not.

steve doesn't need it. he feels it, every time the curse does something to them, something clicking in his chest like one of those alarm clocks with the flaps that flip over from one minute to the next. he wonders if it'll ever feel like too much. if he'll ever think they've been punished enough. they've had a rough couple years, it's sort of only a matter of time before something happens that's unlucky enough to injure or kill them.

steve thinks if he was human, maybe he'd care. maybe he'd look at that shoebox with the guilt eddie seems to be half-expecting every time he brings it out. but he's not, so he doesn't. he set the trap, but his 'parents' are the ones who sprung it.

they really should have known better than to cross a changeling.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fae!steve au #witch!eddie munson #stranger things #i'll be honest this is just a lil one bc i actually meant for it to go on the end of that one where he finds out his parents knew #and i just. totally forgot. this is why we do outlines kids #my fics #not even really a fic it's more like. several paragraphs that i forgot to add to a fic #someone was like ooh does eddie curse them?? on the other post and i thought like no?? steve does?? i wrote it right the-#oh my god i forgot to write that part #comedy gold #we love having a functional brain

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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Pregnant Dream goes to lawyer Hob to try and sue Alex Burgess for shooting his best friend (and mother of the child) Jessamy after an argument happened between the two. Dream was Jessamy's surrogate as well as her best friend due to her not being able to carry a pregnancy as her hips were too small that even a normal size baby would cause her lots of pain and could kill her. And maybe after they win the case, Hob could offer to buy Dream dinner and love blossoms? Also Dream gets like a bunch of money as compensation for the death of the mother of his unborn child.

OOO the drama!!!

Dream is getting pretty desperate to be honest. Alex is about to get away with murder and Jessamy's child will be left with no recompense for her death. Dream has little money to pay for a lawyer, and his family are refusing to help... so he ends up at Hob’s scruffy, shitty little office on the bad side of town, begging for help.

And Hob really probably should stop giving out his services for free, but when a pregnant cutie like Dream shows up on his doorstep, what's he meant to do? Plus, Jessamy's case is getting a lot of attention because Alex Burgess is a little rich kid with all his father's ill-gotten gains to support his case. As Dream’s lawyer, Hob will at least get some publicity.

They pretty much start working the case together. There's no massive legal team, just Dream and his pregnancy pillow and Hob, camped out in his office night and day. Dream is grieving and putting all his energy into getting justice - he barely remembers to eat. Thankfully Hob makes good sandwiches, and remembers Dream’s medical appointments for him.

The day they win the case is coincidentally the day that Dream finally goes into labour. His waters break just after Alex is dragged off to the cells. And Hob is with him the whole time, in the ambulance, at his bedside, and afterwards as Dream cradles Jessamy (of course she had to have her mother's name) and finally manages a teeny tiny smile. He hesitates, then asks if Hob will consider signing the birth certificate? Jessamy deserves living two parents as well as the wonderful mother who was taken from her. And Hob has proved himself to be the most loving, generous man. Dream’s not sure he can live without him.

So they go home together. And wherever Jessamy is now, she's smiling on them.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw gun violence #cw murder

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Husband Father Miran HCS

𐂂- Author's Note: Since I posted some Lord Dimitrescu husband hcs. I was scrolling through the hashtags and saw someone was looking for gender bender content of Mother Miranda and Donna. So I decided to do it, I'll be doing Donna aka Donnie next for husband hcs until then enjoy my version of gende bender Mother Miranda aka Father Miran. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

𐂂- Word Count: None, sue me!

𐂂- Story Contains: Husband Father Miran, Experiments, Cults, Smut so minors dni or people who aren't comfortable with smut, reader is female, worshipping, and spoiled reader.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who thought you were a little cutie when you wandered into the village got lost. He had to tell the Lords to leave you alone. Something about you had him interested and soon the two of you were married. Yes Father Miran is a strange and scary man but behind close door he was a goofball and you loved him. He didn't want you to worship him like the others. He wanted to be your equal but he didn't mind a little worshipping in the bedroom whenever the two of you were feeling naughty~

✧- Husband Father Miran, who always wants to match with you. The colors are always brown, gold, and black. He thinks you both look important because he believes you and him are important. He doesn't mind if you don't want to match on certain days but he'll always try to convince you because he wants others to know that you are his.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who doesn't reveal his face to the other lords or anyone for that matter. Only you get to see those beautiful blue eyes and a lot of his blonde short hair. He actually never wears his mask when he's in private with you. You have wore his mask before and he thinks you look as powerful as him.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who mourns the loss of his son but he's glad that you are in his life. You showed him how to love, live, and laugh again. He hopes to have a child with you one day. And he will be very protective of you and the child. But he doesn't mind if you want kids. But he'll get a baby eventually.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who worships between your legs, your sweet nectar until you are nothing but a moaning mess that has unraveled in front of him. He won't stop until he has pumped you full of his seed in all sorts of positions. He'll cry out your name, not caring who hears. Because he wants you to know how much he loves you, sometimes he won't stop until you are crying out his name. Once he is done, he'll give you the aftercare. A bubble bath, fresh pajamas, snacks, and water. He'll give you soft kisses and rub your back until you fall asleep.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who always has someone watching you when he's busy or away. The village is dangerous and he doesn't want you to get hurt. He is also worried that the other lords might hurt you. Especially the creatures that lurk around the village so he usually keeps you inside the manor. But there is always a lot to do so you don't get bored. He even made a special room for you so that you don't get lost in it.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who is thrilled when you give birth to his son. He's the one who made sure everything went right that you would stay alive to see the life you were bringing into the world for you and him. He'll make sure to take care of the child while you recover. Always having the baby by his side but bringing him back if he needs his mother especially if he needs to feed. Miran can't help but cry up a storm and be grateful to have a child once again, to have you. His family is complete but his experiments aren't done but he makes sure to spend time with you and your son, because you guys are his everything and no one will take you guys away.

#resident evil village #mother miranda #father miran #mother miranda gender bent #resident evil village x reader #father miran x reade #lord dimitrescu

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findafight · 9 months

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Oh yeah, in my head Robin’s coming out swiftly derails into an argument between her and her Mom because “you would disown me, don’t even try to pretend-“

I love the idea of Steve discovering she’s a Summer of love baby and uttering the phrase (or mimicking Melissa calling her a “love child”) when he wants to to shut up.

I also like to imagine, that as exams are coming up, Steve starts coming over and doing Robin’s chores for her in an effort to maximise the time they can spend together. Robin’s parents are convinced that she has bullied him into this somehow and, while initially impressed with her, are getting sick of coming into the kitchen to see Steve trying to pretend he wasn’t washing dishes two seconds ago.

Also, I know you’re a fan of Hop adopting Steve, but hear me out; Robin’s parents occasionally stand in for Steve’s (hospital etc) and Richard amuses himself by telling people they’re Irish twins (he makes himself laugh and that’s what matters). A couple of times he refers to them as “the twins” to Melissa, but it’s when he refers to them as “my twins” in conversation with someone that knows he only has one kid he realises - they kinda have two kid now.

Alternatively, they’re eating dinner, there’s an argument and when Steve buts in at the wrong moment Melissa or Robert automatically (bc they were expecting it to be Robin who was going to argue back) snap “go to your room!”

And Steve, looking out upon, gathers his plate and his glass and without hesitating takes his dinner to eat in Robin’s room (or the guest room, is their house is big enough).

Robin’s only reaction to yell “You’re 19 you Dingus, they can’t boss you around like that anymore!”

Robin arguing with her mom that she would hav totally disowned her and Melissa going "I'd only disown you if you joined the military and committed more war crimes that normal!! and even then it's iffy!! We just wanted you to feel safe!!" while Steve (moral support for Robin) and Mr. Buckley stand off to the side.

Mr. Buckley walking in of Steve looking like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar but he's actually vacuuming the drapes(have never been vacuumed before bc that's a rich people thing to do) is so funny. when asked why he's doing them for her if she didn't blackmail him or something he says "because if I do them when she's at school then she doesn't have to do them and we have more time to hang out 🥺" a la patrick "wait fo you to get back" star.

Listen okay. I am actually a fan of a cold war happening in Hawkins between a select group of adult who are all vying for being seen as parental figures to steve. Hop, Claudia Henderson and the Sinclairs (they're a team), and the Buckleys are all glaring at each other and inviting Steve for dinner and asking if he needs anything. they all think they have the Most Claim over the role lol. Steve is unaware of why everytime he says he's having dinner with Hop Mrs. Henderson invites him over a few days later, or that he says Mrs. Buckley showed hi how to troubleshoot a clogged or leaky sink Hop suggests they go fishing the next weekend, or why Richard Buckley offered to teach him his Nonna's tiramisu recipe when told Sue Sinclair baked date squares with him....

I don't really think steve and robin having a very sibling-like relationship but a few people half-jokingly calling them the twins is funny. like it's their Team Name. they aren't siblings but they're twins do you see this. Will and El are THEE Wonder Twins but Steve and robin are the ""wonder twins"" am i making sense.

#findaanswers #anonasaurus #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin buckley's parents #stranger things #stobin #claudia and the sinclairs are a united front on all issues #Hop is trying really hard not to say he had him first to the buckleys because that's childish #and Claudia will turn it back around on him bc she actually had him first lol.#honestly this is a minor point in RaSEPSM too. battle of wills between claudia and the buckleys for steve's affection

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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um no you can't leave tate and ethan like that fix it please

Tate had eventually tired herself to sleep leaving you to clean up the house waiting for Ethan to get home.

It was bearing on midnight when your phone went, you picked it up expecting it to be Ethan but it wasn’t it was Lauren, Ryan’s girlfriend.

“Hello?”

“Come get your crazy fucking husband!” She yelled down the phone.

You could hear commotion in the background and Ethan’s voice was clear.

“Is Ethan at your house?!” You exclaimed, rushing to grab your keys.

“Yeah he just showed up here shouting and yelling at Ryan”

You could hear him screaming “you broke her! how do you walk away from your own kid?!”

“I’m coming just give me ten minutes”

Luckily for you, one of Ethan’s teammates lived across the street. A rookie living with a billet family who you had ran across to and begged he sit in with your kids as you had an emergency and he was more than happy to help.

Ryan and Lauren didn’t live far away, only a few blocks away and you had definitely broken some speeding laws.

You saw Ethan on their lawn, banging on the door

“Ethan Edwards what the fuck are you doing?!” You demanded, walking up to him.

He turned to you, he looked like a crazed animal “He has to know, he has to know what he’s done to her!”

“What are You talking about?! Babe just come home… you’re not ok right now” you tried to soothe him.

He’s got tears in his eyes “She’s just a little girl, y/n”

It clicked, this was about Tate.

“If she doesn’t want me to be her dad then fine but someone has to be and he needs to take responsibility!” He’s banging on the door again and this time Ryan opens it and is looking at you.

“Get him away from our home, he’s scaring our kids”

That sentence made you want to punch him, instead Ethan did it. He hit him right in the nose, knocking him back a few steps.

As Ryan goes to punch him back you stand between them, he stops.

“Get him away from our house y/n”

Ethan’s behind you, still trying to reach him “Your kids huh? What about Tate? What did she ever do to deserve this Ryan?!”

“Edwards You don’t know what happened-“

“I don’t know?!” He seethed “She was eighteen years old and you knocked her up and forced her to keep it promised her the fucking world!”

“I was there!” He retaliated

Ethan scowled “No, I was there! I was there when she sat up for the first time, when she crawled, her first steps, her birthdays and even her first word” he rants

“Which was dada by the way” he added, just to twist the knife.

You thought back, sad.

“She needs her dad” is all Ethan said and before Ryan could reply you turned to your husband, placed your hand on his chest and said

“She has her dad”

Ethan looked at you, confused. You asked for his phone and he obliged before you clicked on his voicemail and played it out loud.

"Dad, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean I was really mad but I've cleaned my room now, did it will you come home now? Daddy please...

"please daddy.."

Ethan looks at you, stunned and with tears in his eyes. Ryan is furious.

“Ethan, you’re her dad… blood or not that little girl is yours” you announced before turning to Ryan.

“I’m done putting her through this Ryan, I’m either going to take you to court and sue you for custody or we can skip the lawyers fees and the wasted court time and you can sign over your parental rights” you finally put your foot down

“That little girl deserves a dad who loves her and that’s not you”

Ryan grumbled but agreed, claiming that he’d sign the papers when they’d been drafted

“And i won’t have to pay child support, right?”

You only rolled your eyes and mumbled “Asshole” while walking away.

Once you’d both arrived home and relieved the rookie with a lot of praise and Ethan claiming he’d tell Lindy to let him off on drills this week you two were left alone in your home. Silent.

“You’re a piece of work Edwards” You announced, waltzing over to hug him.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what got into me”

“I do” he gave You a puzzled look and you continued “It’s a dad thing, protecting your babies”

He nodded, kissing your forehead and saying “I’m gonna go see her”

You couldn’t stop him, you knew that much.

Ethan pushed open Tate’s door and she was fast asleep. He shook her awake lightly and she groaned before opening her eyes, when she noticed who it was she sat up fast and jumped into his arms.

“Daddy!”

“Hey Tater-tot” he’s holding onto her for dear life

“You got my message? You came home?”

“I’ll always come back for you babygirl, I’m not going anywhere. I love you kiddo”

“I love you, dad”

You’d left them to their own devices and went to bed after a stressful day. In the morning you found Ethan hadn’t come to bed.

Going to wake the kids up you found him asleep on Tate’s floor, flat on the floor holding her hand while she slept.

“Yeah, i picked a good one second time round” you mumbled to yourself.

#tate’s world

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Amaryllis Chapter 12: Home

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Light on the angst this time, kissing, fluffy-fluff, language, the baby is present in this one, descriptions of breastfeeding said baby, dad!Frankie, TOM - he IS his own warning, there’s some violence, reminder that Frankie is still healing from his injuries, reader being a badass, slight time jump, Frankie being the most endearing human being on the planet (I’m biased, sue me)

Summary: Picks up immediately AFTER Chapter 11. Tom comes home to confront you about what he saw on camera.

A/N: We’re to the last full chapter for this story before the Epilogue. It’s very bittersweet for me because I have had so much fun writing this story and interacting with everyone, answering questions etc I’m sad that it’s almost over, but I’m excited to get going on some of my other WIPs. I’ve dabbled, but wanted to dedicate the majority of my time to getting this one completed. Thank you all for the love you’ve shown my little story. I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and ask more than you know 💖 🫶

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You wake up to the sound of crying. The monitor on your nightstand signaling a very unhappy baby, and by the full feeling in your chest, you decided it was definitely time for a feeding. You stretch your tired limbs and notice that the spot next to you is surprisingly void of Frankie.

You’d asked him to stay with you, hesitant as he was with Tom’s absence, but Santi would let him know if they had anything to worry about. So, he stayed. The problem was that you guys fell into bed rather suddenly. The weight of your confessions to one another came to a fiery crescendo as you both left behind a brazen trail of clothing and other items strewn throughout the edge of the living room and hallway.

You smile at the memory of Frankie’s mouth on your neck, his hands on your body… Shaking your head, you make your way to the nursery, only to find Frankie standing over the crib. You decide to just lean against the doorway. Frankie hasn’t noticed you yet, so you decide to watch him for a few minutes, interested in seeing how he would interact with a baby. Your baby. The image immediately makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Tom never really helped with him, only when directly asked. He never seemed exactly interested in his own son. Yet Frankie’s face showed pure fascination —He was trying to soothe him. Your son was fussy, yes, but not completely ravenous yet.

Frankie seems unsure of what to do as his hands fidget with the side of the crib. It’s like he wants to reach in and pick him up but he's hesitant. Instead, he reaches his hand in and lightly traces over the soft hair of his eyebrows— Something you knew your son took comfort in. Your mother had done it for you as a small child and so it came naturally to you with your own. You’re not sure where Frankie learned it, but it seemed to be doing the trick as the little whines began turning into coos. You knew it was short-lived though as your breasts were already heavy, but for now, you were just enjoying the view.

Watching Frankie take care of your son - You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t your actual life, or at least it wasn’t up until now. For the first time, you had hope that things were about to change drastically.

Surely enough, like you had anticipated, within minutes the soft coos turn grumpy, and the hungry cries start up in full force. Frankie looks slightly panicked, but with a quiet resolve, he takes a breath and tries to reassure the crying babe with his words. “Alright buddy, I’m not super great at this stuff, but here we go…” And with that Frankie reaches in and cradles his delicate head and neck in his large palm, gently wrapping the other hand behind him to support his bottom. Slowly, Frankie pulls him out of his crib and brings him gently onto his chest. He’s still a little fussy, but the change seems to calm him slightly.

Frankie pats his bottom and is slowly swaying from side to side— “See, that’s better huh?” Frankie says in a whisper. He takes a second to just look at him. “You’re such a little guy… you look just like your momma.” As Frankie continues his light babbling, you notice the baby’s head moving, rooting around against Frankie’s chest. Getting fussy again, it’s obvious to you that he’s looking for something that Frankie doesn’t have. Unaware, but getting there, Frankie keeps talking to try and soothe him, but finds that he’s getting a little overzealous, “Sorry pal. I know my chest isn't nearly as comfortable. I just don’t have the same equipment as your— Oh!” Frankie does a quick face palm, annoyed at himself. “God I’m dumb….” You giggle softly to yourself as you knew Frankie would figure it out. He hadn’t put a shirt back on before coming to check on the baby, so being skin to skin has your son thinking he’s about to get fed.

“Here, let’s go get your momma buddy.” He turns slowly to make his way to the bedroom where you are, presumably, still fast asleep, but he stops when he sees that you’ve been there almost the whole time. You just smile and meet him halfway.

“I was trying to let you get more sleep, but uh, turns out I’m lacking in the proper equipment.”

“That’s ok,” you reach up and put your hand on his cheek after Frankie passes him safely to you. “Thank you, babe.” The little endearment has Frankie’s cheeks feeling warm and he smiles. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry if this was uh, weird, at all. I was just… You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Not at all. And I trust you, Frankie. I know you would never hurt him. You looked like a natural.”

“Yeah, well I’ve never been around babies before…” Frankie’s focus turns to him yet again. “They’re just so little…” He brings a hand up to the baby’s head and rubs between his eyebrows again.

“Would you want to help me feed him?”

“Uh, yeah of course… I’m just not sure how though, he just… Um… just drinks from you right?”

“Yes,” you snicker a little, “but it’s easier to get situated with an extra pair of hands.”

“Ok then, lead the way Momma…” Your eyes shoot up, and your stomach does a little flip at simply being called what you are — Momma — It shouldn’t make heat coil in your gut while simultaneously making your eyes tear up. The endearment means so much to you. Frankie acknowledging you as a mother just makes you want to climb inside of him forever…. He’s so giving with his affection that it overwhelms you sometimes.

You sniffle lightly as you turn and make your way to the bedroom. Normally, you stay in the rocking chair in the nursery, but you want to stay as close to Frankie as possible. Once inside, you turn and hand him the baby as you grab your nursing pillow and go to sit up in the bed. You fuss with the other pillows behind you until you find a comfortable and relaxing position and motion for Frankie to bring him back. As Frankie hands your son back to you, he watches in awe as you do the most natural thing in the world and feed your child. You bring your breast to his mouth, it taking a few tries before he finally latches and then you take a slow deep breath, willing your body to relax. Frankie is still standing next to you, just watching. Completely enthralled at seeing you this way. He had watched you nurse him before, but it had only been during the day, and mostly by yourself in the nursery. He’s never been present from start to finish. Without another word, Frankie comes around to rejoin you on the bed, nuzzling as close to you as he can without disturbing you or the baby.

“You’re incredible—” He whispers into your shoulder. “I know it’s just nature, but you make it look beautiful.”

The love you see in his eyes makes your stomach swoop. He constantly surprises you with how very different he is from Tom. The two men are polar opposites in such a way that you don’t think you’ll ever be used to. You’ve never had Tom look at you like that. Have never been given such open affection that it starts making you emotional. The tears escape without warning, but you’re so happy you feel like you could burst.

“Hey, hey…” Frankie whispers, “Are you ok?”

“Yes, yes sorry. I just… Thank you Frankie. You are such a good man. Thank you for being here with me. It really means a lot.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He brings his thumb up to lightly stroke over your shoulder. “It’s almost over, Bonita. And I’ll to be here in whatever way you’ll have me.”

“I’m gonna to hold you to that.” You smile, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you swipe away a stray tear.

“I’m counting on it….” Frankie lays a gentle hand on the back of your head and kisses your temple. His lips linger against you as he whispers, “I love you. I love you so much.”

“Mmmm,” you sigh. “I love you too.”

Leaning back slightly, Frankie makes room for you to lean more into his chest without moving around a whole lot. You both just sit there, soaking up this time together. Getting a glimpse of what the future, your future, may look like. A future with you and Frankie and your son. No Tom and no worries about anything other than the three of you.

—

When the baby is full, sleepy and sated, you go to put him in his crib. Frankie had fallen asleep again and it was your turn to try and let him sleep. You slip out of the bed with practiced ease, slowly laying down your sleeping babe and checking that the monitor was on before closing the door. You make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water and see Frankie’s phone sitting on the counter. When you go to check the time it's dead. Grabbing your glass, you take the phone back to the bedroom with you and put it on the charger next to your side of the bed. After a minute or two, the phone starts buzzing, almost constantly with notifications. You look and see message after message coming from Santi.

The first thing you see makes you suck in a breath, feeling as though the ground has opened beneath you.

CAMERAS!

Your mind is racing with every possible worst-case scenario. You turn to Frankie, trying to gently shake him awake.

“Frankie! Frankie, wake up!” You speak as quietly as you can, but with urgency, because cameras can only mean one thing.

“What? What is it?” He sits upright and looks to you, reaching his hand over to yours. “Are you ok? The baby, ok?”

“Yes, yes, it’s your phone…. It died, so I put it on the charger. A bunch of messages just came through, but I only saw one about fucking cameras. I think Tom saw us!”

“Fuck… No, no, no, shit…” He opens his phone and quickly scrolls through Sant’s messages,

CAMERAS!

Pick up Fish! Tom is ON HIS WAY!

Me and the boys are following but he’s got a head start.

CHARGE YOUR FUCKING PHONE PENJEJO! JESUS...

If you’re getting these, he doesn’t know about you yet, but if you’re there when he gets home…. You need to leave, NOW!!!

Frankie scrambles up to find his clothes, still mostly in the hallway. Nearly pulling his hair out by the roots as he frantically runs his fingers through his messy curls.

“Tom’s on his way here. I don’t know when these came in, but the safe house is only an hour away.” He grabs his phone again, typing a quick reply to Santi.

Fuck, how long??

He is hoping like hell that these had just been sent. Frankie tosses the phone back on the bed and comes over to you.

“Come with me. Both of you, we could all just go. Right now. We already have his confession…” He doesn’t want to leave you any more than you want him to leave, but you know you can’t yet…

“Frankie, it’ll be ok. You go.” His face falls, but he’s not understanding. “I want to go with you. But we need more time. If I’m gone when he gets back, it will make it even harder to pin him down. I’ll be fine here until we turn him in. By then, Tom will be in jail and then we will be free to go.” You’re not completely sold on your own words, but Frankie’s current dilemma left little room for argument. If you were gone when Tom got here, he would know without a doubt that something was up.

“You’re right…. I just don’t want to leave you again….” He’s looking down at you with those big brown eyes that make you instantly want to say to hell with it and just leave. Tom be damned.

“It’s ok...” You reach up to kiss him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He brings his forehead to yours— Breathing you in and kissing your lips again before turning to go. You get up to follow him and see him off, but before he even reaches the door, headlights shine through the window.

“Oh, fuck….”

“It’s ok, it’s ok…. Just… go hide…”

“What? No…. I’m not gonna go hide… Where would I even go, under your bed?”

“No, smart ass,” neither of you are angry, but you don’t have time…. “Go to the nursery. He hardly ever goes in there. He shouldn’t need anything either, so once he’s in the bedroom, you can sneak out. Now GO!”

“Fuck, ok…” He’s spouting small curses as he practically runs to the nursery, softly opening and closing the door. You go back into the kitchen to the fridge to look like you’re making a snack when the front door opens and Tom walks inside.

The click of the door being closed makes your stomach swoop and now in a good way, but it's Tom's voice that truly makes your skin crawl.

"Babe?" He hollers as soon as he steps in.

“Tom? What are you doing home?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

“Tom, it’s late… I just got done feeding the baby and wanted something to eat. Whatever it is, can it wait until morning? I’m tired.”

Like he doesn’t even hear you at all he asks, “Anything you want to tell me? Or better yet, you got anyone back there you want to introduce me to?”

“Are you serious? What are you even on about Tom?” You swallow…. A hard lump in your throat.

“Just saw something on the cameras that your little boyfriend left behind. Care to explain?”

“What? Tom, I swear, sometimes I think you get off on the thought of me with someone else. Do you hear yourself right now? How crazy you sound?”

Tom is moving around looking for something. When he spots the hat, still sitting undisturbed on the coffee table, he points a taunting finger toward you, then aims it toward the living room… “What about that sweetheart? Care to explain who's hat that is?”

You pale and swallow thickly. Fuck fuck fuck. You thought you had grabbed everything, but Frankie’s hat had fallen off at the very beginning and then left both of your minds altogether. “I’m not sure.” You can feel the shake in your voice, but you press on. “Maybe Santi left it the other day?”

“Nope. Try again babe.”

“Seriously Tom, this is nonsense. It’s a hat. I’ve been cleaning, or at least trying to with a newborn and I probably just set it there to get it out of the way without realizing it.

Tom makes his way over to the coffee table and picks it up abruptly — flipping it over, it takes just a second before it drops unceremoniously from his hands as if it had burned him.

“What? Where the fuck did this come from?!” He’s practically yelling now….

“Tom, quiet down! You’re going to wake up the baby… It’s just a hat. Stop this.”

“No! This,” he picks the hat back up, twisting and flinging it around. “Isn’t just a fucking hat. This... This is…. What the fuck??” He takes just a moment to breathe. “How did Frankie’s hat get in my house?”

“What? Why would you think that it’s Frankie’s?

“Standard. Heating. Oil. Sweetheart.” He points to each word as he says them, each one punctuated and sharp. “This is Frankie’s motherfucking hat. How? He was… He was wearing it when… He was fucking wearing it when he fell….”

You’re speechless. You honestly don’t know what to say to that. There was no lying your way out of this. So, you don’t say anything at all.

“Answer me… How did you get this?” You look up at the ceiling, begging for words to find you. The only connection you had to Frankie was through Santi. Maybe he’d buy that Santi had gone back for it? Maybe it would give you just a little time to work up something better?

“Santi gave it to me.”

“He what now?”

“Santi, he gave it to me. Said it was the only thing he found and knew Frankie would want me to have it. Said he hid it from the rest of you. He didn’t say why.”

“Is that so? Then why’s it just sitting out?”

“Because it’s the only thing left of someone I cared about! I… I miss him, Tom. So, I took it out to try to feel closer to him. Guess I just forgot to put it back.” You’re shocked at how easily the words keep pouring out of your mouth now that you’ve started.

“I don’t fucking believe you. Santi would’ve told me if he found anything of his. You’re lying.”

“Then you tell me Tom. How else do you explain how a dead man’s hat just magically appeared in our house huh? A man that you killed, unless you’ve forgotten that fact?? Frankie was your friend and you pushed him off a cliff and made it look like an accident. All because you were jealous! You killed him because you were jealous that he touched one of your precious toys!!”

“He fucking got what he deserved. And You — You liked him more than me. My own wife… Wanted another man.” God, he was pathetic…. Pretending as though you had betrayed your loving marriage to have a fling with someone else. You don’t say a word as Tom continues blithering. He wouldn’t let you get a word in even if you tried.

“And yes, he was supposed to be my friend. My friend….” He emphasizes ‘my’ by aggressively tapping his chest with his fingers. “I didn’t go to Colombia planning to kill the bastard originally. It just happened. He opened his fucking mouth and I shut him up.” You wince. The visual makes you shudder.

“But sweetheart, that still doesn’t explain how this motherfucking hat ended up on my coffee table when he was wearing it when I shoved his sorry ass off the cliff!

At that moment, Frankie couldn’t handle anymore. He was going to deal with Tom, and he was going to do it now. He opens the door and closes it softly, slowly walking down the hallway to the living room. He takes a breath and steps out.

"Sorry ass off the cliff!!!"

Tom is facing you in the kitchen, so he doesn’t see Frankie right away. Instead, Tom stalks over to you and gets in your face, but before he has a chance to start yelling again, Frankie taps him on the shoulder, hitting him square in the jaw as soon as Tom turns around.

Tom falls like a fat sack of rotten potatoes, hitting the ground with loud ‘thunk.’

“Fuck you, Tom!” Frankie straddles his legs and starts laying into him. Landing a few well-deserved hits right across Tom’s face. His adrenaline was so high that he didn’t stop to think about the fact that his broken ribs were still healing… but is quickly reminded when Tom gives him two quick hits to the side which has Frankie doubled over almost instantly.

“How the fuck are you alive? I watched you die…”

Tom stands up and hovers over Frankie’s prone form, taking in the sight of his former friend. His anger has him laying a kick directly to his ribs and Frankie groans out in pain.

“You just couldn’t stay away, could you? You should’ve fucking stayed dead.” Another kick and Frankie is on his stomach, unable to defend himself any longer.

“Tom fucking stop it! STOP!”

He just looks at you with disgust and leans over Frankie. “Maybe I didn’t give you enough credit Frank. But I won’t fuck it up again. This time you’re going to stay fucking dead—” At that Tom grabs a handful of Frankie’s hair, slamming his head down and he goes limp. You are screaming at Tom to stop, but he doesn’t hear you, nor does he care.

Tom is running his disgusting hand through Frankie’s hair as he says, “it’s almost over sweetheart!”

You run to try to pull Tom off of him. You know you’re no match whatsoever for Tom’s strength, but you think if you can give Frankie even a little window of time, that he’ll be able to get back up. Tom easily dispels you across the room, hitting the couch with a small thud, but you’re quick to get back up. In their scuffle earlier, what must have been Tom’s gun was dislodged and is lying behind them. You make a quick move for it and instantly aim it at Tom’s back.

“Tom, get the fuck off of him now!”

“And why would I do that, huh?” Tom is still looking down but turns on his knees to face you. “Should I just”— Looking up, he stops short at the sight of you aiming a gun at him. At first, he seems shocked, but then his expression turns amused.

“Huh, whatcha got there darlin? You even know how to work that thing?”

You hold the weapon steady, feeling every ounce of the weight you hold in your hands. That weight includes the life of your husband, whose chest is directly in your aim. “Tom, get the hell off of him, and go— “You wait a moment to gauge his reaction. His features still harbor amusement at the mere idea of you holding a gun, let alone threatening him. He doesn’t say a word, so you continue…

“Get away from him Tom.” Your voice is smooth in warning. “I’m done with this. With you. I won’t fucking hesitate. And I will take absolute fucking joy in watching you take your last breath.”

Tom still makes no move to get away from Frankie. His honest refusal to believe that you could do such a thing has you feeling bolder by the minute.

“Come on babe. You and I both know you’re not gonna shoot me.”

“Tom, I promise you. I’m not joking…… Get away from Frankie and get out. I’m going to give you to the count of three before I pull the trigger….”

“Uh huh…”

“One…….”

“Here we go…” The condescension in his tone has you grinding your teeth.

“Two…….”

“Two and a half,” comes Tom’s cynical reply. “TOM!”

“What?? Two and three quarters…. Come on now, do I have to do all the counting for you? What are you waiting for?!”

You say his name one last time in warning. Measured and slow.

“Tom….”

“One, two, three! See? I fucking knew you— “

You pull the trigger before he can finish.

“Fuck!” —Tom looks down at his shoulder that is now steadily bleeding through his shirt and jacket, then brings his gaze back to you. Your eyes don’t waver even slightly.

You still have the gun aimed directly at his chest. “That was a fucking warning, Tom. Get the fuck out of here — Leave us, ALL of us, alone, or so help me GOD, I will not miss!”

Tom slowly gets to his feet, never breaking eye contact with you as he slowly goes to the door. He takes one last look down at Frankie. He huffs slightly, before opening the door and slamming it behind him. You run to quickly latch the deadbolt before backing away, keeping the gun trained on the door until well after his taillights have faded, not trusting a single thing at this point. Before long, another set of headlights pull in. You’re not even aware of how long it’s been, but it couldn’t have been too long as Frankie has yet to move. Your worry for him was barely overshadowed by your fear of taking your aim away from the door. You hear a car door slam, and you tense, slowly moving closer to Frankie, who is still seemingly unconscious on your floor. You hear knocking - faint at first, but it quickly becomes more urgent when you don’t answer.

“Hey! It’s me, it’s Santi! You guys, ok!?” You run to the door and quickly undo the locks, swinging it open to let Santi inside…. “Is he out there? Is Tom out there?”

“No, no one’s out there except Will and Benny. What happened??” He takes a moment to take in the scene in front of him—The terrified look on your face, the fucking gun in your hand and then he sees Frankie’s crumpled form on the ground… You follow his line of sight and quickly run back over to Frankie, gently cupping his cheek. At this time, Will and Benny start making their way up the porch steps. You’re slowly going over Frankie’s features, checking to see if he needs to be taken to the hospital now that it was, presumably, safe with Tom gone and the guys here to help if he decided to show up again.

His breathing is steady, his chest moves easily with every breath, so you move on to his face. Tom had smacked his head pretty hard on the ground, so he was sporting a bloody nose and bruised cheek. Having only been maybe 10 minutes or so, it felt like Frankie had been out for hours. You’re hoping that he’ll walk away with a slight concussion if anything, but the worry is written all over your face.

“Don’t worry…He looks pretty pitiful now—” Santi is backtracking quickly, raising his hands in surrender at your scowl that could cut glass… “Shit! —No, no…. I mean he may look pitiful now, but Fish is a tough motherfucker.” Santi reassures you. “I’ve watched the man take bullets, shrapnel, survive a helicopter crash and walk away from falling off of a goddamn cliff! He’s gonna be fine. Just give him some time.”

Will and Benny choose then to come inside and at that same time Frankie finally starts to move. “M’ sorry, sorry.” He mumbles, looking up to you. “— still healing.”

“No, no Frankie… It’s ok…. It’s ok... I’m just glad you’re alright… Do you think you can get up at all?”

He grunts and holds his arm against his now at best, badly bruised ribs and manages to get to a sitting position, leaning heavily into your side for support.

“Frankie?” Comes Benny’s hesitant reaction to seeing his friend again.

“Hey Ben.”

“Fuck, man,” Benny runs over to him and pulls him into a hug, but Frankie’s grunt of pain makes Benny release him immediately. “Sorry, sorry! I just can’t fucking believe you’re here…”

Benny pats him on the back and Frankie is trying to be reassuring, uttering “It’s alright… I’m alright man,” more than a few times before Benny seems to believe him. They continue to make small talk while you take in your surroundings, the adrenaline wearing off to the point of exhaustion on your part. You honestly can’t believe that the baby hadn't woken up during any of the commotion. You had checked the monitor and sure enough, he was still sleeping, safe and sound.

Will and Santi are now talking over by the door. Will had come over shortly after Benny and said a few kind words of hello to Frankie, but he’s always been the quieter Miller brother and decided to let Benny get some time. You and Frankie are now sitting on the couch. He grabbed your hand for support when he made to get off the floor, but he never released you. Keeping some part of himself always connected to you.

The police were called soon thereafter, as Tom was still technically a problem. You didn’t feel safe staying in your house even one more night, so Santi said you all could stay with him for the time being until things sorted themselves out. The police took your report, and a copy of the recording was given to them as well.

Tom was eventually wanted for attempted murder and assault - Not only for Colombia, as jurisdiction would only go so far, but everything that happened that night was caught on camera, as Tom himself had made sure they were turned on. Tom had not only admitted to what he had done to Frankie on recording, but you both would testify that he intended to finish the job.

An emergency order of protection was immediately filed on behalf of you and Frankie as well as your son.

After a few weeks, Tom’s previous actions had made the judge’s decision an easy one when it came down to signing off on the extended ex parte orders.

No one, including Santi or the guys, had heard a word from Tom since.

After so long, you were finally able to start living your own life. A life free from Tom, for now, but you were technically still married to him. You decided you would have to worry about that another day. For the time being, you just needed to breathe and start figuring out this new life for yourself.

And just like that, something you had only ventured to imagine, yet never thought would be possible; you were able to be with Frankie openly and, to some extent, without fear. There was no longer the weight of being caught together and you would never be under Tom’s constant watch or possession ever again. Whatever problems arose in the future, you and Frankie would face them together.

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And so, time moved slowly after that as none of you could anticipate how things would go with Tom. Would he just show up one day? Would he let you go—?

There was no way to know, but with time, you ultimately became less afraid. You became less anxious about running into him at random times. That constant need to watch your back at every turn had also significantly diminished. So much so, that eventually, you and Frankie decided to move into his father’s cabin.

Frankie had been slowly trying to fix it up here and there, getting it ready just in case it could be of use to you and the baby so you could feel more comfortable.

Not that staying with Santi wasn’t comfortable, and you were so very grateful for him allowing you to stay there. However, you hated feeling like a burden on Frankie’s friend, your friend. Housing three additional people was a lot to take on and you didn’t want to overstay your welcome even though Santi preached that you all could stay with him as long as you needed to.

There was also the added benefit of Tom never having known about the cabin in the first place. It had belonged to Frankie’s late father, who he hadn’t had the best relationship with in the end, but he left the cabin to Frankie nonetheless when he passed. Frankie never really cared to do much with it in the time following his inheritance. His relationship with his dad, along with some memories he would rather forget, kept him from trying to utilize the space, but he also didn’t feel right just selling it either.

Back when Frankie had come to your rescue after Tom had gotten violent for the first time, the cabin was where he brought you. He had offered you shelter and essentially a home with not one ounce of hesitation. The timing of course wasn’t right, but you never forgot about it. Frankie had eventually brought it up to you, offering you the cabin yet again. He claimed that he could either stay with Santi or go back to his old place, having stayed with you this long. He was giving you the choice to do this without him if you wanted to. Now that all the dust had settled for the most part regarding Tom, at least the imminent threat that he posed that is, Frankie didn’t want to just assume that you were his. He knew that you loved him as you told him every chance you could, but he was desperate to give you the space and opportunity to choose him as opposed to feeling obligated by everything that had happened.

You listened to Frankie’s reasoning, let him get it out of his system so that he knew you were taking all things into consideration. You have known for months now what you wanted, and you weren’t about to let his anxiety and self-doubt get in the way.

The cabin would be a home to all of you, or to no one. Even if you decided to live somewhere else, home would always include the three of you so long as Frankie was willing.

And so, Frankie got to work making the cabin into a home. He was ready to make new memories here, memories that weren’t darkened by his past or that of his family. He couldn’t work fast enough and before long, the three of you moved in. It was also closer to the city, which meant that you were much closer to your mother and Frankie would be closer to work once he was finally cleared to go back.

Only a few weeks after moving into the cabin, you desperately needed to be rid of your connection to Tom. You were still legally married to him, and you weren’t even sure where to start. How would it work if Tom couldn’t be found to sign divorce papers? If he even would. It was terrifying to say the least, but you had to try.

You and Frankie went to a lawyer to begin the process and see what options were even available to you. The thought of staying married to Tom while being with Frankie made you feel like a horrible person. Even though you knew what your marriage was, it still felt wrong. You wanted to be done with it, with Tom in general. The looming threat where your mother was concerned had diminished significantly as well, now that Tom was pretty well out of your lives. There was too much at stake for him to risk trying to expose her, without also risking himself now that he was a fugitive in his own right.

The lawyers assured you that everything would be ok. In your situation, you were looking at something called Marital Abandonment. The court would have to attempt to serve Tom with divorce papers, but when unable to do so, they would then have to Service by Publication. Basically, letting an ad run in the newspaper referring to the case regarding your pending divorce, for a minimum of four weeks. It would need to be left unanswered before divorce proceedings could officially begin, but for Tom to answer, he would then have to come back out of whatever hidey hole he was staying in, and you honestly weren’t too worried.

That also left the question of your son who, while never exactly there to begin with, was currently without a father. Frankie had taken on the role beautifully and without complaint. He loved your son and treated him as his own since day one. You and Frankie had discussed that once the divorce was finalized, you would be taking whatever steps necessary to make it official.

Not six months after Frankie seemingly came back from the dead, he asked you to marry him. It was perfect. Sweet and simple. Very much like your Frankie. Your mother had taken the baby for the night, giving you and Frankie a much needed and (unbeknownst to you) very well-planned night out. It was just supposed to be dinner, but then Frankie surprised you with a detour down to the landing to watch the fountain show beside the lake. The landing was essentially an outdoor strip mall, with a large pathway in the center that led to the giant water fountains overlooking the lake behind it. Hotels, restaurants, as well as clothing stores and gift shops lined the strip, and it was like nothing you had ever seen before. You had lived in the city for a long time, but this was well off the beaten path, at least for you. You could feel the tone shift when you arrived, but you figured it was due to this being a place completely new to you.

The weather was nice that evening for once, not too cold, but cool enough that you would use the excuse to snuggle up as close to Frankie as possible to stay warm. When the water started shooting up towards the sky, there were bright flashing lights that would change patterns to all kinds of different music that was played to accompany the area surrounding you. It was absolutely beautiful.

About mid-way through the show, you were both still standing together in a secluded area that was away from the bigger crowd, but still had a perfect view of the fountain. The sun had been beginning to set so the sky was streaked with pretty pinks, blues, and oranges; Golden Hour as Benny so liked to call it.

Suddenly, Frankie grabs your hand and turns you to face him without warning. You had known you felt a sort of tension throughout the whole evening, but in a good way, so you didn’t feel the need to question it before. You were taken off guard by the quick change, but it subsided almost instantly when you saw the smile on his face as he took both of your hands in his own.

He started by telling you how much he loved you, how much he adored your son, and how he couldn’t see himself living without either one of you again. You were unconsciously nodding your head yes before he even asked the question, but he continued.

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“I never thought that I could want something as much as did when I thought I had lost you. Every day in Colombia was torture, but you got me through it. I talked to you…. Every day, I would ask your opinion on the things I was planning. Would ask your advice on what I should do. I would tell you everything about myself, but afterward, I was sad. I hated to think that there was a real possibility that you would ever actually learn those things. I realized then that I desperately wanted you to know me.”

His gaze is heavy, his eyes somewhere else entirely as he recounts his time in Colombia. You can’t do anything but listen to him. He’d mentioned before that he would talk to you when he was there, but he never went into detail before tonight.

“I wanted to know you too. What little I did know about you, before everything, seemed too intimate for someone that you shouldn’t exactly know that way. But I couldn’t help it. You were my best friend and I always wanted to know more. I told myself in Colombia, that if I somehow made it back to you, that I would do anything to have you in my life in some way. Even if it meant that we weren’t together, I just needed you in any capacity that you would have me.

Now that I’m back, you have stayed my best friend, my biggest support and my biggest ally. Don’t uh, don’t tell Santi that though….” That makes you laugh as you knew Santi was the proverbial “best friend.” You knew what he meant by it all the same.

“Since day one, I was yours. I’ve never been able to deny you anything. And I would never dream to. I want you - and that means everything and everyone that comes with you.”

You’ve been crying, heavy tears streaming down your face. Your smile reaching ear to ear is probably a sight, but you could care less. You were ready…. You just needed him to ask.

“If I ever do anything blatantly selfish in this life, I will gladly make it this—"

“Yes!” --You squeak out, unable to stop yourself…. Frankie smiles despite your interruption.

“But I haven’t even asked you yet.” He says coyly, his eyes taking a sly turn.

“I don’t care, Frankie…. My answer is yes.”

His smile is breathtaking. His eyes crinkle at the corners and there are tears just on the verge of falling, but he takes a breath. Determined to see this through.

“Ok, ok… Just, let me finish…” You nod as he takes a deep breath in and slowly lets it out….

“Ok… I knew — from the moment I met you, that you were special. And every meeting after that left me wanting more. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t go very long without thinking about you. I didn’t know very much about you at the time, but then we would meet randomly…. At the Doctor’s office, the diner…. And then it became a regular thing to just sit and talk for a while. No expectations, no judgment. You listened to my story and never once made me feel less about my past. I fell in love with you over coffee, of all things….” He lets out a chuckle. “I noticed things more and more every time we would meet, things I most certainly shouldn’t have, but I did anyway. You made it easy. And after everything that’s happened? I wouldn’t trade those days for the world.”

You look up into his eyes as he slowly lowers himself down onto one knee, pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket.

“I love you.” His voice is firm and even. You would think that this would be a time where his constant visage of strength might waver ever so slightly. Nerves taking over at the prospect of asking someone to share their life with you. However, Frankie is solid. He seems completely sure in what he’s about to do. And so are you.

“I love you too Frankie.”

“I’m gonna ask you now, ok?” He whispers into your hand, still looking into your eyes.

“Ok,” you sniffle, trying to hold in a laugh. Your smile is so big it hurts.

“Bonita?” The anticipation is killing you.

“Yes?” You’re practically vibrating now…. His thumbs are rubbing slow, steady circles into your hands.

“Will you marry me?”

He’s looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes… You know that you could never say no to him and just like Frankie, you would never dream to.

“Yes.” Your voice breaks as tears stream down your face, but you get yourself together and continue. “Yes, Frankie, I would love to marry you.”

“That’s my girl,” and he surges up and meets your lips with his. You can taste the salt of both his and your own tears — Your arms wrap around his neck, and you kiss him with everything that you have. Finally, when you both pull away, you realize that he’s still holding the ring box and you motion towards it with a smirk…

“Shit… Here…” Frankie grapples with the box, opening it and quickly plucking the ring out, before putting the box back in his pocket. He grabs your hand and slowly slides the ring onto your finger, holding it up so he can see the reflection of the lights as they change colors, on tempo with the beat of whatever music was currently blasting through the speakers.

His gaze is still focused on your hand as his mind circles with how much it means to him that you said yes. However, you can’t stop looking at him.

When he eventually looks up to you, he brings your hand to his lips placing a kiss just above the ring on your finger. His eyes never break away from yours.

The fountains continue to go off behind you, the sun now almost fully set— The lights and music are a perfect background as Frankie leans forward to capture your lips again, sealing your future together with a kiss.

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A/N: I should have the Epilogue out within the week! Thank you all so much for reading!

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sarcastic-sketches · 2 years

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Order 66 Aftermath

Context for the Kitsune!Anakin AU here and a direct continuation of this.

Order 66 has kicked off and the Jedi are in chaos, along with the rest of the Galaxy. Meanwhile, Padme has been pregnant with Luke and Leia for the past few months.

Despite the casual FWB relationship she had with Anakin - and the emphasis both of them put on being safe with the physical side of it - Force Fated Twins are gonna happen whether you like it or not. Whoops. Padme was not that worried about it when she found out and decided she would like to keep them, especially as they were with a friend she was still in regular contact with. She’s more than financially stable and has a good support network. Anakin was slightly more worried about it because he’s now got a thing for Rex he was intending to commit to after the war and this complicates matters but he’s gotta be upfront about it. Also, all those times he wondered about what it would be like having his own children come back full force.

Rex, however, has no prior expectations of relationships or the implications of having sex within said relationships so he has a complete non-reaction to the news other than how his General feels about it.

Rex: Is this Congratulations or Condolences sort of news? Anakin: Well that answers my next question. Anakin: I’m happy about it Rex: Oh, then Congratulations!

Padme still never goes to see a doctor (only had droids) because she’s worried the parentage would have become obvious. She’s picturing them randomly showing up with tiny little fox ears or tails on a scan and people to be like ‘hmm, wonder who that could have come from?’.

Which is something Obi-Wan picks up on when he comes back to Coruscant after everything and does the rounds to try and find out what the fuck happened. Only to encounter Padme who is still on Coruscant despite everything with a very confused R2. I think Obi-Wan probably knew about the pregnancy too because it genuinely was an accident despite both parties trying to be careful and Jedi having accidental kids cannot be unheard of. So, Obi-Wan’s less ‘I’m so sorry’ about the whole thing and more ‘how are you doing?’ before he then fucks off to find Anakin. Taking R2 with him.

He’s still gonna side-eye his former Padawan hard for why he didn’t just ask to bring Padme to the Temple for a check up. Any child of his would undoubtedly be force-sensitive.

Anakin: She said she was handling it!

Padme retreats to Naboo in preparation to have the babies because yikes the Republic just succumbed into an Empire.

Meanwhile, Anakin has been playing eeny meeny miny mo with which planet to hide out on since he’s travelling with a pack of vulnerable children when Obi-Wan finds him. Given the lack of Skywalker Twins to commandeer his attention in this universe, he teams up with Anakin who feels so much better that the kids now have a Jedi Master because holy shit. Playing with the younglings in the Creche is one thing, being the designated adult is very different. It’s nothing like being a General or a Teacher to Ahsoka..

I’m not actually sure where they go to be honest. Maybe Florrum so Obi-Wan can bully Hondo into keeping them safe because that sounds hysterical. Probably Tatooine though because it’s literally the last place Sidious would expect Anakin to run to and he doesn’t think Anakin would attempt a double bluff. Also Anakin wants to see his mother, sue him.

Owen and Beru are surprised to say the least when not one but two fully grown Jedi tumble out of the massive ship that’s just parked outside their farm. Then they see all the displaced children.

Owen: We are not keeping them all Beru: Not all of them.

She is absolutely going to be adopting at least one though and Owen cannot stop her. Especially not when she has Shmi as back up. Cliegg had died sometime after the events of AotC but Shmi had already grown to deeply care for Owen and by extension Beru so she stayed. They are delighted to hear that there is about to be a new baby Skywalker soon though.

Shmi: I hope you can bring them here. I’d like to see them. Anakin: Mother, of course! Shmi: I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother… Anakin: How do you think I feel?!

There’s probably a joke in there about Anakin at least having a reasonable expectation of children happening so it’s not too much of a shock. Compared to y’know, immaculate conception out of fucking nowhere. He is slightly mollified by this, but then they can both celebrate the fact that this child is about to be born free and he’s going to do his damnedest to keep it that way.

Anakin tries not to make it obvious that he's trying to find Rex and Ahsoka because he knows what Obi-Wan will say but he's not subtle and the kids are nosy and talk loud. But Obi-Wan is totally on board with locating them and trying to see if they can reverse Rex's conditioning if he's still alive. Anakin does not almost throw up at that.

They get lucky though when Ahsoka pings through their bond again and they manage to slice the last known coordinates of the Resolute. It's a tracking mission from there and all the younglings are very eager to help out and make it into a lesson of sorts. They are a little hesitant about looking for a clone after what they faced in the Temple but they are assured by Obi-Wan that they will be safe. They will try to save Rex if they can but he will not let any of them come to harm for his sake.

Anakin is… less sure. Sure he dealt with the clones from his 501st in the Temple before but this is Rex. His Rex.

Then again, if Rex tried to harm any of the kids, Anakin would know it was no longer him in there. And these are His Kids. In the end, Anakin never has to find out how he'd react because Rex finds them and saves them from Bounty Hunters.

I'm just picturing The Team stopping on some planet to pick up supplies and news. Anakin has taken some of the younglings with him into town because they're getting cabin fever and they're trying to be low key. Robes on, hoods up, no lightsabers, and keeping to the edges but Anakin is still highly recognisable (those tails are hard to hide and he still can’t shapeshift them out fully). They get the attention of prowling Bounty Hunters who have a list of unaccounted for Jedi and Anakin's trying to keep himself between them and the kids. Teeth and claws out. Only for a shot to come out of nowhere, nailing one of the Hunters and spooking the other into running. A clone comes out of the dark. A clone with blue painted Jaig Eyes on their helmet.

Rex had been on planet searching for rumours of escaped Jedi that he could then put in touch with Ahsoka, and was planning to steal the Bounty Hunters list. Until he saw who they had cornered. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth if the Galaxy just wants to hand him back his General. Who is alive.

Anakin just rips that helmet off and then there’s crying and a lot of kissing before they get back to the ship.

This of course then puts everyone back in contact with Ahsoka. There’s more crying. Everything has gone to hell in a handbasket but the crew is back together (minus Cody, I’m sorry lad, we’ll get you back) and they’re all doing OK. Plus, Anakin managed to save a fraction of the Jedi Order.

A call comes for them a few days later from Bail on the Tantive IV with a set of coordinates. Padme has gone into labour. Ahsoka leads the way immediately, since Anakin is about to be responsible for two more kids and hot damn does she wanna be there for that.

Padme has the babies - surprise twins! - and at first they both seem human, until one of them sneezes and suddenly there’s a different pair of ears on their head (if you’ve ever seen Wolf Children, yeah it’s like that). They are both also incredibly bright in the Force.

Then Padme is handing them off to Anakin.

She can't have two obviously force sensitive children with her on Naboo when it’s the homeplanet of the newly self-titled Galactic Emperor. Especially not Anakin's kids - the former target of said Galactic Emperor - with parentage that obvious. She, Bail, and Mon Mothma are about to build a Rebellion. He can stay with them at the base of operations they are establishing when not in the Senate and help if he wants or he can go into hiding with the twins. Plus, he's had a lot of experience with children because of all the time he spent in the creche. He’ll be fine.

He chooses to stay and help form a Rebellion. Him, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, the little twins. Plus a dozen or so young Jedi.

Rex is suddenly a dad. He takes it rather well, even if he keeps referring to them as ‘tubies’.

#Kitsune!Anakin #rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Padme Amidala #obi-wan kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #star wars #star wars writing #star wars au #sw au #can you tell this is my comfy time AU?#made this it's own post so it's neater when searching the tag on my blog #I have one more post written up for this AU and then it's just having fun with specific events in TCW but with Anakin as a Kitsune

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What do you think about the Draco haters? Personally I don't get them. I don't get how you can feel hatred for a child who was raised by fucked up people and then had to do awful things that he obviously hated to survive and keep his family safe too. All as a minor. Where has all the empathy gone? It's like they think they're talking about a hardened criminal lol. Why are people like this?

Okay, I'll be honest with you, nonny, I'm of two minds about this.

The thing that I feel in my gut when I see this sentiment out in the wild is irritation and maybe a little flare of anger. Because I love Draco. He's my favorite. I empathize with Draco, with what he went through in canon, and I also associate him with the thousand redemption character arcs I've read about him at this point. Have I argued with people on reddit over whether Draco should have been sentenced to life in Azkaban? Yes, I have. Am I proud of that? No, I am not. Looking back, it kinda makes me feel like an idiot.

I try to remind myself of two things when I feel this way. One, Draco is a character, not a real person, and we're talking about literature, not real life, and so it's really not that serious (please note - this is not usually effective in talking myself down off the ledge, but it ought to be mentioned).

And two, I used to hate (well, maybe strongly dislike) Draco.

I came to the fandom late (as a full-fledged adult!), but in my younger years, I was a big HP fan. I had all the books on a bookshelf in my room, I had a poster, I had pencils with big erasers on the end in the shape of the house mascots. I had my favorite Harry Potter mug (which just recently met an ignoble end on my kitchen floor, RIP favorite mug - and now I can't buy a replacement because I no longer buy HP merch because JKR is such a terrible human being and I refuse to support her...but I digress!).

And let's be honest: Draco Malfoy is a complete asshat in the books. He's the villain. He's petty, he's mean, he's arrogant with nothing at all to back it up. He says horrible things to Hermione, who was my very favorite character back when I read the series. And I was young enough to accept characters at face value back then, so yeah, I kind of hated Draco. I wasn't ranting about him online or anything, but if somebody would have asked me what I thought of him, I'd have probably blown a raspberry and given them a thumbs down.

It wasn't until the later books (Half-Blood Prince, specifically), that I began to neutralize on my view of Draco. Even back then, I felt bad for him in that bathroom scene. But it wasn't until I started reading Drarry (as an adult) that I looked back at Draco as a character and realized what a fucking delight he actually was (not in the sense that he was 'good' or whatever, but he was an excellent foil for Harry and was incredibly entertaining).

And part of this is maturity, I think. As a full-fledged adult, I no longer take characters at face value. I no longer think- oh, this character is being mean to the good guy, therefore they are a bad guy and I hate them. Instead, I think - wow, something is going on with this character, to make them act this way. They're so desperate for attention, or they're so insecure, or they were hurt so badly when xyz happened that they're lashing out. I look for the WHYS in characters. And Draco has a lot of whys, especially in fanon, and so it has become easy to empathize with him and like him.

Another part of it is that I have become a writer, and I appreciate complicated, compelling characters, and I'm no longer interested in Mary Sue good guys who are always noble and do everything right. Because let's be honest: people are not that way. We shouldn't write them that way. That's not truth, and I want to read and write truth.

But for readers who do not value characters beyond the hero, or who have chosen not to look more closely at character whys, Draco is a bad guy. He's not insecure; he's arrogant. It's not hurt feelings; it's a mean streak. And to be frank, I think JKR herself viewed Draco in this way (for the most part). Yes, she gave him some depth towards the end of the books, but I honestly think that was due to pressure from fans who wanted a redemption arc for Draco (and really, it's a half-assed redemption arc at best). I think JKR is a mostly black-and-white thinker, and I think she wrote a mostly black-and-white series. Harry and his friends are good, Draco and his friends are bad. Voldemort is evil. The end.

So I suppose what I'm saying is that I understand why people don't like Draco as a character. I think it suggests a bit of closed-mindedness on their parts, and maybe a lack of empathy, and that they're horribly boring irl (ha, had to get that dig in there). But the truth is that people are allowed to feel how they want to feel about characters. I'm not the interpretation police.

Does that mean I no longer get fired up when somebody on reddit says Draco should've been sentenced to life in Azkaban? Nope, I'm not that mature, come on. Will I continue arguing with them about it? I hope I'm beyond that, but we'll see. Do I still love Draco with all my heart? I do, and so you know what? I'm going to keep writing about him and enjoying him.

That's about all I have to say about that. Which was a LOT, actually. Who knew?

Thanks for the ask, nonny :) It was an interesting one.

#drarry #ask #my answer is way too long #Draco Malfoy #villains #bad guys #character analysis

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during act one finale i get to go on soupy she’s shoulders and wave a giant flag. we were trying to figure out what to do with the teddy bear and lockstock jokingly said “give it to me!” and so that’s what we’re doing!!! right before “from every hill every steeple” we make eye contact, i throw it to him, and then i go on soupy sue’s shoulders. he’s just standing there the whole time dead serious about being this teddy bear’s body guard, then i get down and grab it from him and it’s very fun. he hates the poor people and the rebellion and is slightly evil but like he will do anything to make this random small child he befriended happy, even if it means supporting the revolution

#BUT ALSO ITS SO MUCH DEEPER THAN THAT BC HE KILLED MY PARENTS AND THATS THE REASON WHY HES SO COMPASSIONATE TOWARDS THIS RANDOM LITTLE GIRL #THERES SO MUCH PISS MUSICAL LORE #urinetown #urinetown musical #little sally #officer lockstock #musical theatre #theatre kid #theater kid #sillysallyspeaks

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haeresys-realm · 6 days

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Please DON'T READ IT if you simp her. Because this is mg blog and I can tell what I want to tell (and I forbidden to show everyone everywhere my massages to say – look my jackals how stupid and wrong this man is; I'm really tired of contemporary childish manners and no aim to education. And yes, everything I will say will sounds stupid because I have a pooer English vocabulary and grammar, so, please, if you can correct it, do ut, but dont to correct my further opinions and try to say shit about me) and there will be my first reaction of all this shit happened in spite I thought I was ready for it. But every time it gets worse than I expected. I can't bear it, really.

... because unfortunately she was the reason I started to hate this game. All I've written before was because a year ago it was leaked she is the 4th. Now she and her pathetic pathos that was just taken from other character model is forced so much that I can't see anything but childish praising for such a trivial cliched character.

It is so funnuly because she behaves ABSOLUTELY LIKE THE DOCTOR. As if he was her REAL FATHER AHAHAHA.

And after that this idiots on developpers say this!?

https://youtu.be/SycnWxUMvpU?si=fINqhY0EyT5JJw5l

I guess the author of this cringe deleted my most emotional comment for my canonical pointing out that this is an illogical delirium.

And I'm absolutely horrified of what a shit character they made of her. Just a stupid good-mommy with sad fate who got everything from nowhere. There's no reason she could live so well with such a "curse". There's no reason she would be forgiven. They said she's insane cursed child – no, she's just an absolutely fanservice character for nowadays teen girls and nothing else. Absolutely nowaday-teengirl-fanservice character.

Arlecchino is just a female fanservice mommy character of the so-called strong woman with bad fate. It's disgusting how hoyo uses this image to attract teen girls to this character. And this empty cliche really works.

How idiotically stupid should this little girl be to threaten a GOD. Dottore power lvl can't be even compared with her. Kusanali said he is God-leveled and she isn't EVEN a rival to him. I really feel sick of what a shit these idiots on game developers made with characters and harbingers now just to show stupid children cliched black and white morality that doesn't work in life and what made us all (adults especially) feel too boring while watching it agaaaain and agaaain. I never were so dissapointed in this game. The worst character for me ever.

The girl with Mary Sue powers from nowhere tells she could kill a 500 years old genius who made himself a god who can defeat archons. But children say they like it and respect her. I have no words. If you want the science to improve and new developments work on people you SHOULD TEST IT ON THEM WHETHER YOUR LIKE IF OR NOT. And if there are people the society don't need it is the only way to do, ESPECIALLY when we are talking about JUST A GAME. Fuck. This is not just boring, it's the worst scenario it could be. Some girl killed a Harbinger when she couldn't. And everyone just forgave her and gave highest rank and trust. Just because children wanted to see a mommy character with manly outfit, strict character and transgender nickname. The woman can't be a father. Live with this information. And good luck in your mental evolution, because there's no way for degradation if supporting such a cringe and see no strange things and insane idiotism in it.

Because I know how inadequate the childish community for whom it was done are I know that soon there will be plenty of so-called "arts" with Arlecchino humiliating Dottore, dominating him, etc, and he, perverted as a character, crying and begging for mercy as Furina. I really feel too sick of all of this disrespectful attitude to canonical images and characters stories and core. Bur now I'm afraid the so-called contemporary developers are doing the same shit. They are not much smarter than these teens because they have chosen not to improve their concepts but to make a fanservice primitive shit instead of it.

And you can think what you want but if there are her lickers everywhere, you shall know that there's another point of view and if you're not that dumb and mind-limited child you shall listen to the alternative side and accept it's existence. Don't answer me if you want to say some shit about me just because you feel offence for your waifu. I warned you before you read. Have a nice day.

P.S. The moment of sudden faith in humanity. I must mark it.

#dottore #arlecchino #genshin impact

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jeanmoreauss · 6 days

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Tell me more about these ocs 👀

(Sorry for anon I'm kinda 😅)

you’re all good, hun! anons are always welcome!!

okay okay so I have my main four AFTG OCs

Florian Laska, Mara Fasil, Emiko Moriyama, and Ilya Kostyk

here’s a post essentially rambling about Florian and Mara

key points are:

they were partners in the nest

Florian’s now a striker, Mara’s still a dealer

they play for the US Olympic team

Florian is 19 like Jean and Neil and dropped out of college, Mara is 23 and graduated in 4 years instead of 5

Florian’s an amputee, lost his left leg and maintains it was an accident that happened during practice

they’re extremely codependent still

they’re a PR nightmare, especially Mara

I haven’t actually talked about Em or Ilya much

Summary of Em (she/her):

middle child

25 years old

yes I created an OC who’s a Moriyama sibling sue me

so extremely gay

backliner

also plays for the olympic team

estranged from essentially all members of her family after graduating from EAU

Em’s lovely, not cause she’s a great person but cause she loves her Raven’s fiercely (especially those who have left the team) and she will start any number of fights for them. She’s nowhere near perfect and she should be seeing a therapist but she is trying her goddamn hardest to be the complete opposite of pretty much everyone in her family

I think she gets along well with Renee and once Jean transfers to the Trojans she definitely reaches out to some of them even just to check in. Her and Thea are also good friends. I don’t think she’s worn the color black since she’s graduated, the girl looks like a rainbow and I support her. She’s extremely affectionate with her current teammates which might be partially because of how hard she checks them during practices

I think that’s most of what i’ve got for her

Ilya (he/they):

Is my only non-Raven OC lmao

22 years old

Played for Penn State (graduated in 4 years)

Goalkeeper

If it's not obvious at this point he's a olympic player, i'm basically creating a whole team lmao

transman cause i said so and that's very important to me

has 3 sisters who he's very close to, youngest child

they speak English, Spanish, and ASL and they're teaching Flor ASL

Ilya my beloved. He's such a little shit and I think we're all better off for it tbh. They're so loud and take up space and I honestly think he's the perfect person to show Flor how to do so. I do think he and Florian end up dating at some point in the future cause I think they work really well together.

They are truly just some guy. Grew up in a great and supportive family and they all love him dearly. He's gets on great with most people except for the Ravens and so it takes a minute for him to warm up to Florian and Mara especially and he and Mara still butt heads plenty but he and Florian got partnered together for drills and it was like their little bonding moment

After the events of TKM he truly becomes the foxes #1 fan. He is rooting for them constantly and so annoying about it.

Ummmm idk I have trouble thinking of stuff without specifics to go off of so that's what's bouncing around in my head atm

#ty for the ask! i love talking about my babies #asks #anon #aftg #my ocs #oc: florian laska #oc: mara fasil #oc: emiko moriyama #oc: ilya kostyk

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moonlitfirefly · 3 months

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Anne Brontë's novels are not as well known as those of her more famous elder sisters, but they told truths about the abject oppression of women that English society (even her own sisters) did not want to hear, much less address. Born 1820 in Haworth, Yorkshire, Anne was the youngest of the Brontë children.

"Her second novel and the most shocking of the collective Brontë novels, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, was published under her nom-de-plume, Acton Bell, and sold out in six weeks. Anne’s depiction of alcoholism, debauchery and what May Sinclair, a member of the Woman Writers' Suffrage League, described in 1913 as “the slamming of Helen Huntingdon's bedroom door against her husband” reverberated throughout Victorian England. It is considered one of the first feminist novels.

"Anne lived for most of her life with her family apart from attending boarding school for two years when she was 16, and a six year spell as a governess in her early twenties. Her mother, Maria, had died when she was barely a year old and in Elizabeth Gaskell’s biography of Charlotte Brontë, their father remembered her as precocious. When Anne was four, he had asked her what a child most wanted. She said, “Age and experience".

"The Brontë sisters like many women writers at the time published their poems and novels under male pen names so that their work might be taken seriously in the male-dominated literary world of the 19th century: they were Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.

"Anne’s first novel, Agnes Grey, was published in 1847 under the pen name Acton Bell. It was based on her own experiences as a governess. Agnes Grey wants “to go out into the world; to act for myself; to exercise my unused faculties; to try my own unknown powers” but has to deal with instances of abuse of women and governesses, oppression and isolation.

"Her second novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, published in 1848, went further. The book describes how the protagonist Helen Huntingdon left her husband to protect her son and support them both by painting. This flew in the face of all social conventions and English law. Until the Married Women’s Property Act of 1870, a married woman was not legally a person in her own right; she was just an extension of her husband. She could not own property, sue for divorce or have legal custody of her own children. Mr Huntingdon had the legal right to force her to return, to have her charged with kidnapping for taking her own son, and with theft for supporting herself on her own money since all of her income legally belonged to him.

“Sick of mankind and their disgusting ways," scribbled Anne Brontë in pencil at the back of her Prayer Book.

"Anne met with fierce criticism for her work despite its huge popularity. Even her sister Charlotte said the portrayal of Mr Huntingdon was overly graphic and disturbing. Anne merely remarked mildly that she "wished to tell the truth" and stuck to her guns.

"After Anne's death at the age of 29 of tuberculosis, Charlotte *prevented further publication* of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, writing: “It hardly appears to me desirable to preserve. The choice of subject in that work is a mistake, it was too little consonant with the character, tastes and ideas of the gentle, retiring inexperienced writer.”

The last word to goes to Anne:

“When we have to do with vice and vicious characters, I maintain it is better to depict them as they really are than as they would wish to appear. To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is doubtless the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of life to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers?

O Reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts – this whispering 'Peace, peace', when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience.”

Another ace post from the Attagirls!

https://twitter.com/TheAttagirls/status/1747521384299835472

Source: https://www.facebook.com/share/c4rFhgmfdMjxxNF2/?mibextid=WC7FNe

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92-guy · 2 years

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Have you ever seen how similar Hiccup and Elsa from Frozen II and Httyd 2 are?

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I like both movies, they are my favorites and I am not saying that one is better than the other, you have your opinion and I have mine, and you can comment on it whenever you want, and I do not say that it is a copy or that they should sue Disney, it is not even a criticism, it is just that I like both films and I noticed similarities between both, which I want to share

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Both protagonists mature and grow around 4 years, compared to the previous film

They are no longer the same due to their experiences, the anxiety, depress, and feeling of helplessness of both characters has been left behind to move to a calm to their new life, now they are in their comfort zone, which they had always wanted since their previous adventure, they wanted to be accepted and are now loved and admired by their peoples, now both can feel free and happy in their homes.

While Hiccup is now an explorer and protector of dragons

Elsa is a beloved queen and now accepts her duty as queen.

Both are satisfied with their current lives, until something they thought they were the only ones they could do catches their attention and threatens their home, both must take a risk and get out of that daily life and go to investigate who is threatening their people.

They are still independent and distant people and they like to be alone

Although they are loved and there are people who want to support them and always be with them, they are happy to be alone, but they do not want to feel alone, they are only people who have had to learn to live without someone who is with them and although they are not rude, they only tend to get away from so many people and be happy as they learned to be.

Both are indirectly responsible for the death of their parents

Elsa feels responsible because her parents sank wanting to know how to help their daughter, Elsa again feels that because of her powers she can not be happy with her family.

Hiccup feels responsible because if he hadn't made the decision to go find Draggo and try to make him change his mind about the dragons, his father would still be alive and could finally be happy with his entire family.

The responsibility to face what they fear

Being responsible for the deaths of their parents causes them to fall again, anxiety and helplessness return, but they are no longer teens, and they now have responsibilities. On the contrary, they decide to go and protect their people, fighting directly in territories that they are at a great disadvantage and have to fully trust their abilities.

While Elsa has to face the waves of the sea while being attacked by a water horse in a scene that demonstrates her feeling of fear, suffocation, anxiety and all the times she tried to get ahead and could not, now she will do it as many times as necessary until she achieves (AKA: The Best Scene from Frozen 2) what she set out to do and save her people.

Hiccup on the other hand must face not only Drago, but also his best friend who is controlled by a giant dragon who has him in his sights to freeze him, feeling the same helplessness he felt as a child when it was not enough for his father, now he has to trust him to save his people and not let go of his friend.

Their mother is the reason why they are different.

Both have a reunion with their mothers, being the core of why they are different and their connection with a magical world, being the BRIDGE of their world and the magical world. And thanks to them they get their title "5th spirit" and "Master of dragons"

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So now you know, even Disney knows that Httyd 2 is one of the best animated films, and thanks to that making it one of the few Disney films where the sequel is better than the original

Now, this is my fan fic of what could happen in Frozen 3, basically the same plot of Httyd 3 with extra subplots, Maybe a year or months after the second movie, new outfits, a real villain or who is similar to the protagonist, maybe a love interest.

I only ask for one thing, a character like Hiccup, it doesn't have to be the love interest of the protagonist, not even a human, I just ask for the same personality of Hiccup, something like what Dreamworks did with the light fury.