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eris-snow · 11 months

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𝐈𝐟 𝐇𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Tags: izuku x reader, angst, happy ending

There are two types of people in the world. Those that get noticed, and those who don't.

It was a short, painful pathway to discover you were the latter.

You remember growing up like any normal person. Looking up to heroes and aspiring to be just like them.

"I'm gonna be the number one hero!"

They're strong and cool, handsome and pretty. Who wouldn't want to be just like that?

But reality is cruel, after all.

"You have an interesting quirk, child."

Passer-by. A quirk that allows you to be completely ignored by those around you, or to blend in with your surroundings.

It's a nice quirk for undercover missions, and you were more than eager to test it out once you found out about it, but...

It was one of those quirks that couldn't be switched off.

"Hm? Sorry, were you talking to me, y/n?"

Hell, even your parents seemed to care less about you after your Quirk's existence. Your relationship with everyone had abruptly returned to square one. Now, all anyone ever thought about you was 'normal'. Easily forgettable. A passerby in the streets.

"What's your name again?"

And god, did it hurt. The realisation dawning, settling in the empty pit of your stomach.

I'm not ever going to be loved, am I?

It didn't stop the need for bread on the table, for bills to stop coming, no. So you make do. You work a quiet job at a support gear company that has a contract with Hero Deku's agency.

You don't hate your job. Helping others makes you happy, even if it's in such a roundabout way.

In fact, you've designed quite a few of Deku's support gears and regularly conversed with the hero for work. Not that anyone cares, obviously.

Now, after living with your quirk for more than 20 years, you know not to expect recognition at all.

So when you come into the office that day and see a flash of green fluffy hair and freckles, you have to remind yourself that he's not here for you.

Deku has probably forgotten all about the soft words of encouragement you've given him, or the polite phrases of thanks he'd give you whenever you stayed up late to meet a deadline. He's probably just saying that to be nice.

Hell, he probably forgot he even met you.

There's chatter from your colleagues that you pay no mind to, and you march to your desk and sit down, pulling out your laptop to sketch out a few modifications to Deku's hero costume.

You'd have to have a meeting with Hatsume before sending a proposal to the hero himself-

"Ah, there you are!" A bright voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

Green.

You almost fall off your chair.

"I was looking everywhere for you!" Deku chuckles, scratching his head nervously.

What the heck?

"I'm here for a meeting with Hatsume in 10 but, I was wondering if I could treat you to lunch? You know, as thanks for, uh, working on my costume and support items-"

What the heck.

"You remember me?" You ask in surprise, still recovering from his sneak attack. "How did you-how did you recognise me?"

Deku's smile fizzles into a frown, confusion lining his eyebrows. "Of course I'd remember. You're always working so hard to make sure my sidekicks and my equipment are the best of the best. I don't think I could forget someone as memorably incredible as you."

He says all this with a smile as if it's all common sense. As if it was normal.

Immediately, your face sears scarlet red, emotions you've kept dormant for so long finally trickling past your heart's stone-cold barriers.

Recognition.

Commendation.

Recollection.

"Y/n?" Deku's voice snaps you back to reality, and you hastily cover your face in embarrassment at such a broad display of emotions.

"Ah, sorry, I just..." You apologise, shaking your head. The pure cinnamon roll hero didn't even look a little flustered by what he just said. "Sure. I mean, the thing about lunch. Thanks."

You wave him goodbye as he sets off for his meeting, praying, praying and praying that he still remembers you when he gets back.

If that was just a one-off situation, it would be too cruel for you to bare.

You'll get to ask him how he bypassed your quirk another time. Hopefully, on that free lunch date he promised you just a few minutes ago.

If he still remembers you that long.

#mha #mha fanfiction #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #happy ending

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miekasa · 1 year

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gojo’s son calling everyone baby is adorable, but i am also interested in the opposite concept you mentioned of levi/nanami’s kid calling them by their first names 😅

HHHHHH HELP 😭😭 no because tell me it wouldn’t happen to them. All the gentle parenting in the world, kids are spoiled with affection, but extremely compassionate and well-mannered and the only catch is their four year old looking them dead in the eye and call them by their first name 😭

You keep telling Kento that it’s a phase, that your daughter is just experimenting and probably getting used to the fact that her daddy has a name other than daddy, but it doesn’t make him any less exasperated. Your son never calls him by his first name, so why must his sweet, baby girl torture him so. You have to resist laughing when he comes home from a hard day of work, and gets hugs from your children; your son squeezing him extra tight, before rambling on about his day, and then your daughter, running into her father’s arms, only to happily squeal, “Hi, Ken!!”

He doesn’t get why it’s only him—she never calls you by your first name—but he’s being patient 😭😭 the exasperation in his expression only worsens to hear from Gojo that his two year old calls him “baby,” and Kento is stuck with the world’s most determined four-year-old calling him by his government name. (It does fade away, eventually. She goes back to calling him daddy after some time, and when he dares to ask why, his daughter only shrugs telling him that her brother told her “Daddy” was his real name.Kento would have to pack his son an extra treat for the next week of lunch).

Levi gets something… similar. His kid sits down square in his lap one day and asks him directly, “What’s your real name?” Levi leans forward, his nose brushing against hers to play along, “Depends. Who’s asking?” “Me, daddy!” When he does finally tell her, he doesn’t get much of a response; he laughs internally, he supposes “Levi” wasn’t all that much of an interesting answer when she trots away to her bookshelf afterwards. Soon, though, you and Levi come to learn that your daughter doesn’t like other people addressing him as “her daddy,” and vice versa, is quick to correct you when you call him Levi instead of “daddy” in front of her.

When you’re talking to her through the rear view mirror, accidentally saying Levi’s name in conversation, the toddler is quick to perk up, “Daddy’s picking me up today?” You pause, looking back through the mirror to her determined little pout, as if she’s testing you; and you do your best to conceal your laughter—because she’s truly her father’s child—before you nod, “Yes, daddy’s gonna pick you up today, my love.” Erwin finds this out the hard way, when he’s left to watch the small girl and is telling her about their dinner plans, “Your dad left his card, so we can—” “His name is Levi.” Erwin is stunned to say the least, and he’ll never admit it out loud but he’s a little… scared to argue with the toddler, only nodding before correcting himself, “Right, Levi left his card, so we can order pizza for dinner, if you want.”

#anonymous #no bc justice for nanami 😭😭😭#can’t get yuuji to call him by his actual name; has to suffer from his own kid calling him his government name #he truly cannot win LMFAOOO #nah bc levi’s kid looking erwin dead in the eye and correcting him. like father like daughter fr no dna test needed #nanami x reader #nanami.ask #levi.ans

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bunbeeplays · 2 months

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 29 - The First Infant

Becca is officially in her third trimester. She and Travis are both so excited to meet their little boy. Maybe a little too excited. Travis heard there's a... fun way to induce labor. Looks like Becca's game.

It didn't work but at least Becca had a good time. Travis is very happy he could… help.

Look who came to visit!

Ophelia has some down time and wants to help out while the couple gets ready to welcome their little one into the world. She's going to make some meals for Travis and Becca and encourages the two to get some rest. They're going to need it.

Rest up, Mom and Dad! Ophelia's making you some pasta primavera to eat between bottle feedings and diaper changes.

Welp, Ophelia still hasn't gotten much better at baking. She just dropped a whole egg, shell and all, into the mix. Well, that doesn't stop her! She looks pretty proud of her sugar cookies. That'll be a nice treat for the parents to be.

Oops, looks like the woohoo got things in motion even if it wasn't instant. Time to go to the hospital!

Ophelia, keep baking! Becca's gonna need some crispy rice squares after dealing with all this pain!

Travis is panicking a little but he's still got a smile on his face.

Becca: Babe, wait for me, I can only waddle so fast. Travis: Sorry, I just can't wait to meet him! Becca: Well he's not getting in that room before I do so stop running.

Travis: Wait, we're using the birthing machine? I thought we had the realistic child birth mod! I don't want this thing to squirt glue into you and pull your heart out!

Becca: Yeah I'm not aiming for realistic, sweetie, I want this kid out NOW.

Welp, the arms on the birthing machine started fighting with each other.

Intern: Oops. Sorry 'bout this folks, I'm still an intern, I'll figure this out.

Travis: WHY IS AN INTERN DELIVERING MY CHILD

Welp, they did it. Becca and Travis have a beautiful baby boy that will one day be this legacy's first infant, even if it's not on the founder's official family tree. Welcome to the world, Duncan Scott-Clarke!

Ophelia: Hey, I'll give you guys some space. Leftovers are in the fridge.

Travis: Wait, don't you want to meet Duncan first? I know he's only an hour old but I'm sure he'd love to meet his Aunt Ophelia!

Ophelia is an only child. She never thought she'd get to be an aunt!

Duncan might be an object baby, but he's the most perfect object baby in the whole world, in Ophelia's opinion.

This feeling she has right now confirms that the breakup was the right call, even if it was hard to hear. Ophelia knows she needs her own little object baby someday.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #travis #ophelia #becca #duncan

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mintywolf · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

*drops a snickers and a plastic spider ring in your bag* Thank you!

So before I arrived at "Delilah is trying to lull Matilda to sleep, permanently" as the undercurrent of the dream sequences in chapter 12 of Remember Us, the connecting thread was "trees Matilda has fallen out of," beginning with her family's apple trees and ending with her waking up dead on the Sun Tree and freeing herself from the noose. Then I realized that oh no she shouldn't actually have that last memory and also I wanted more of a feeling of eeriness and slow-building dread as Imogen became aware of Delilah's presence throughout all the little vignettes. But here's a snippet of that earlier draft.

Without awareness of having left the road, she finds herself on the grounds of an indistinct but familiar farmstead, with the sketchy suggestion of a sunlit apple orchard ahead of her. Only one tree has any distinct shape to it, and Imogen’s heart squeezes with fondness as she recognizes a dark-haired little girl of about five amid the branches, wearing a patched pinafore over a red dress with a matching ribbon in her hair. She is maintaining a wobbly balance on a low-hanging bough as she reaches out for a higher one, and Imogen starts to walk faster. Catching the branch, the child tries to heft herself up, but she can’t get a knee up onto it and before Imogen can reach her she slips and falls out of the tree, landing hard on her bottom on the grass below. Though the fall isn’t far, it’s enough to startle her, and Imogen arrives to find her biting her lip to keep from crying.

“You all right, honey?”

“I fell down,” she whimpers, turning a pink-cheeked face up to her with big, dark, tearful eyes that are unmistakably Matilda’s. As Imogen crouches down before her she puts up her arms and clings to her neck with a sob. Imogen wraps her arms around her and holds her close, leaning her cheek against her soft, sun-warmed hair that carries the scent of apples, and leaves, and clean laundry.

“I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re okay.” She looks around the orchard, seeing nothing but a few indistinct trees and a patch of surrounding grass that blurs out of focus after a few feet. The apples above are only paint-like daubs of color. “Are you all alone here?”

Matilda sniffles, and shakes her head.

“Who’s here with you?”

The child leans back to look up at her, the last of her tears giving way to a wide, familiar smile. “You are, silly.”

Imogen lets out the breath of a laugh. “That’s true. I’m here to bring you home, honey. D’you want to come with me?”

Matilda puts the forefinger of one hand in her mouth and with the other begins studiously patting the freckles on Imogen’s cheek one by one. After a moment or two she gives up the count and lays her head on her shoulder with a sigh. “I hurted my head,” she confesses.

“Yeah, you did,” Imogen murmurs softly in commiseration, “But we’re gonna make it better, okay?”

“Muh-huh.”

She stands, setting Matilda on her feet in the grass, and takes her hand. With the other she tugs on the string to make sure it’s still tethered. “Come on,” she urges, as an apple tree crumbles out of view. But there’s no one there to answer.

She is walking through the streets of Whitestone on an early morning in spring. Few others seem to be about; she catches a whiff of cinnamon from the window of an ill-defined bakery where the blurred figure of a baker is setting a tray of buns out for display, and the shadow of a passing chimney sweep, but meets no one. With no thought to her destination she finds herself in Dawnfather Square, where the air is heavy with a honey-like scent from the overhanging branches of the familiar tree, now benevolently crowned with white blossoms.

At its roots a fair-haired lad of about thirteen, accompanied by two other boys, is leaning on one hand with a casual attitude, but as Imogen draws closer, unwinding the yarn, she can see the dark-haired girl cornered against the tree trunk by his outstretched arm, a pale and awkward thing all long limbs and big eyes like a foal. She shrinks back into the shelter of the tree, regarding him with a wary, hopeful expression.

“I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot, yeah?” he says, and his voice sends a squirm of recognition up Imogen’s back.

“Leave her alone!” she shouts, “Go on, get! All of you!”

“I want to make it up to you,” the boy continues, as if he hasn’t heard, “Got something really special to show you that I think you’ll like. Why don’t we go for a little walk, just you and me?”

“Don’t trust him, Matilda,” Imogen implores, and though the boys seem indifferent to her presence, Matilda’s big, fearful eyes cast a brief glance in her direction. She looks back up at the boy.

“My friend — my friend says I shouldn’t trust you.” His eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment, then he huffs out a dismissive laugh. “Oh, your imaginary friend, is it?”

“She’s not imaginary! She’s real!”

“Freak,” snorts one of the boys at his back.

“Matilda, get away from him,” Imogen warns her, “Get out of there.”

The girl takes hold of a low branch and begins to climb, scrambling up with a nimbleness that suggests this isn’t the first time she’s explored these branches. Despite the gawkiness of her adolescent limbs she is surefooted and quick, and soon higher than Imogen would like. “Leave me alone!” she shouts down, as the boy clambers up after her.

“Or what?” he teases, “Are you going to cast a spell on me?”

“Let’s see your magic, witch girl!” shouts one of the boys below.

“Turn into a bird and fly away!”

Matilda backs out cautiously onto a narrow bough that bows unsteadily under her grasping bare toes, and suddenly Imogen remembers a story from the fireside about a tree, a fall, and a scar.

“Honey, wait!” she calls. The girl freezes, but as the boy sets his foot on the branch there comes a crack like a breaking bone, a little yelp, a rustling of leaves, a snowfall of white petals. Springing from the ground, Imogen rushes up with her arms outstretched to catch her and

She is lying on her back in a field, with her arms stretched out at her sides like a toppled scarecrow.

#reply #critical role fanfic

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dc418writes · 2 years

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•Memory Lane•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!Reader

Summary🪄: Ari’s girls treating him for Father’s Day brings along some good (and emotional) memories

⚠️: pretty much all fluff, teensy bit of angst, language (one bad word)

🎙: V late Father’s Day story/Drabble idea I thought of, featuring the Operation: Rekindle crew, that I hope you guys like✨

The light clinks and whispers coming up the stairs is the most adorable interruption to his sleep he could ask for. Turning so he would be facing the door he quietly laughs to himself now able to hear them a bit clearer.

“Slow down B, you’re moving too fast.”

“Which is exactly why I was just gonna carry the tray and you could’ve held the bowl,” Brynn counters.

“Like you could’ve carried this up the stairs. Dad would’ve been eating off the floor.”

“Shh! You’re being too loud.”

“Nuh uh, you,” Aliana retorts. By the time they’re opening the door to Ari’s bedroom, he’s sitting against the headboard in his solid grey tee shirt. Muscular arms crossed in front of him and hand covering his mouth to try and hide his chuckles.

“Just so you know, you girls would make terrible cat burglars.”

“…Why would we be stealing cats?,” Brynn asks. Both her and her sister completely missing their father’s jab as they stood looking at each other confused. This only makes Ari lean his head back laughing harder before motioning his loves over with a, “Come here you two.”

They carefully step in sync finally reaching the king sized bed to place the heavy tray over his lap. Ari’s blue eyes brighten and heart warms at the options in front of him: a bowl of Cheerios (his favorite since he was a child himself), three waffles drizzled in syrup with a square piece of butter in the center, and a small plastic cup of orange juice waiting in the corner.

“Oh!,” they both say in unison before, respectively, pulling an apple and small container of a few strawberries from the pocket of their robe and hoodie. “Happy Father’s Day!”

Also presenting him with his card, he can’t help the wide smile across his lips at the similarities of this present moment and his first Father’s Day with you in that old apartment. Before life decided to take a different route and get even more complicated.

“Happy Father’s Day,” you whisper with a careful peck to the corner of his mouth while placing the plate of golden pancakes topped with berries resting next to an omelette filled with peppers and cheese—just the way he liked—on the open textbook in front of him. He’d spent the majority of last night running into this morning studying for his upcoming exam, and no amount of your coaxing seemed to persuade him to take a break.

That is until the sizzling pan and diffusing smell of your creations awoke his stomach with a gurgle.

“Thank you honey, but I’m not a dad yet. Well technically…right?,” he asks setting you on his lap.

“According to the two people inside me causing my uncontrollable heartburn and swollen ankles you are,” you giggle resting your arm around the top of the chair. “So, gifts now or later?”

“Hmm, that depends…what gifts?” His mouth immediately finding the sweet spot at the base of your neck makes you squeal, playfully trying to push him away with hands planted on his broad chest.

“Actual gifts silly.” Leaning forward, you retrieve the dark blue gift bag from beside the desk sitting it on his unoccupied thigh. “Open.”

He starts with the card, tearing the flap of the envelope open and removing the orange card covered in small cartoon fans. “Happy Father’s Day,” he reads before moving to the inside and softly chuckling to himself catching onto the joke. “From your biggest fans. Love Y/N, baby A, and baby B.”

“It’s probably corny, but I thought it was cute.”

“It was very cute,” he smiles moving the silver tissue paper to the side to reveal a black baseball cap with “#1 Dad” on it along with a matching mug. The final present, a small leather box that held a silver watch shining with every tilt as he admired the beautiful timepiece. Turning it around he finally notices the inscription of “always” on the metal plate making his vision a bit cloudy.

“Sweetheart you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I saw how you were looking at it in the window that day. Plus you don’t have a watch so, voilà.”

“Well thank you,” he smiles sliding you closer on his thigh to meet your full lips. His other hand spans across your growing belly rubbing in a circular motion and causing your little ones to stir as it always did. “And thank you babies. Clearly you get your amazing taste from mama.”

Side by side, the three sat in bed watching some cartoon while sharing strawberries. Both girls leaning their head on each shoulder while his arms held them close to his sides occasionally kissing the tops of their curly heads as he enjoyed their morning in.

“Dad?”

“What’s up Ali?”

“Do you have a favorite Father’s Day so far?,” she asks. Deep brown eyes and long lashes looking up towards him, just like her sister, while they patiently waited for his answer.

“Let’s see,” he ponders aloud, “honestly, the fact that I get to celebrate the day at all with you guys makes them all my favorite. But there’ve definitely been memorable ones.”

“Ari I thought you were watching her!” Bouncing a wailing Brynn in your arms, you try to console the fussy one year old while also cleaning the blood from her forehead that didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I was! But then I had to change Ali’s pull-up and-Ali no!”

Now both girls were crying. Brynn from her head injury, and now Aliana from stepping on a hidden piece of broken glass from the lamp in her attempt to be next to Ari.

And by the time the four of you made it to the hospital, you felt like crying.

“Alright so good news! Baby Brynn doesn’t seem to be experiencing any cognitive changes or symptoms that would make us suspect a concussion. We’re still gonna keep her for a bit longer just to make sure though,” the older doctor explains. Looking at her now you wouldn’t think anything happened how she giggled and babbled with her sister.

You wouldn’t think that with either of them really. The only evidence of something wrong being the butterfly bandaids covering their respective boo-boo’s.

“You guys have any questions for us or need anything?”

“No, uh we’re good for now. Thank you though,” Ari softly smiles with a gentle nod of his head.

“You’re welcome, and Happy Father’s Day. I know this isn’t exactly the ideal place to be,” he shrugs with a small chuckle.

“Thanks doc. Hope you have a happy Father’s Day too.” Once he’s left the room, you both release the breath you’ve been holding since the doctor mentioned her head needing to be scanned. Ari’s large hand soothingly running up and down your back as you lean into him.

“You realize this is just the first heart attack of many for us right?,” you state still gazing at your daughters now poking at each other as they lie side by side.

“Yep. Might as well reserve our own beds now,” he adds making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to any of the plans today.”

“S’alright. As long as you and the girls are good and we’re together, I’m happy.” His lips meeting your temple make you melt even more into his side, sighing contently.

“We did get to one very fun plan this morning though,” he smirks against your skin as you lightly smack his chest.

“So that’s how I got this mark on my forehead.”

“And my foot,” Aliana adds.

“Mhm, and the exact day I got my first gray hair,” Ari chuckles. “So, you’ve fed me this wonderful breakfast, what’s next for today?”

“What do you wanna do?,” Brynn asks.

“Well,” he stretches with a yawn, “how about we go visit grandma and grandpa to wish him a happy Father’s Day too?”

“Okay! And milkshakes after?”

“That’s a must, no questions,” Ali pointedly states with a mouth full of fruit.

“Um obviously,” he replies making both girls giggle from his impression of a teenage girl. “Last one dressed pays!”

Watching them hop out of bed to nearly knock each other over trying to get out the door has him laughing with the shake of his head at his girls not so little anymore.

Sometimes he wondered how long this would last. Them being excited to spend the day with their old man and keep up their little tradition. Admittedly, it made him a bit sad thinking they might one day grow bored with it, and how that day might come soon with their approaching teenager years.

His vibrating phone interrupts his thoughts before he can sulk any further, flashing your name along with a text.

Hey, Happy Father’s Day! The girls did remember to give you their card right? (sent 10:23 am)

Hey and thanks😊. Yes they remembered lol, made me breakfast too (sent 10:24 am)

Oh woww..cereal or waffles? (sent 10:25 am)

Both😉 (sent 10:26 am)

🤯…guess we know who’s the clear favorite lol (sent 10:27 am) You guys have anything else planned for the day? Well besides milkshakes? (sent 10:27 am)

Gonna go see my folks for a while. Probably eat with them or get something while we’re out (sent 10:28 am) Why? Were you coming over? (sent 10:28 am)

Fingers drumming against your mug, you debate amongst yourself whether it’s a good idea to go or not. Of course you wanted to see him and your girls, but the fact that you’d eventually have to leave still sent a pang through your heart.

Just like that first Father’s Day during your separation.

“We brought you some food,” you softly smile removing the containers from the plastic bag. Not having all of his furniture yet, you were stuck eating on a blanket on the floor as if it was an indoor picnic. “Girls, get down and come eat.”

Having not seen him in a couple weeks, Aliana and Brynn were immediately glued to their father with their tiny arms currently around his neck. Giggling as they dangled and he tickled their sides and kissed their chubby cheeks.

“We’ll play later okay, cmon let’s eat. You hungry?”

At the sight of French toast sticks, they eagerly sit down next to him saying, “Food dada.” Each taking one of the torn halves from his hand before loudly smacking as children tend to do.

“It’s only been a few days and they look bigger,” he softly grins trying his best at making small talk. Things had been expectantly awkward between you two with his decision to move forward with getting his own place.

That was always the plan though when you first agreed on your arrangement. But with the couple years leading up to this moment, you wouldn’t have thought it was on the table anymore.

And a small part of you hoped it wasn’t.

“Yea, it’s like they’re growing overnight.” Your small smile as you cleaned Ali’s face makes Ari’s fall. The obvious elephant in the room not doing anything to try to relieve the tension and only making him feel more guilty than he already was.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Bill’s letting me start in two weeks, so until then I was thinking maybe I could start watching the girls again? I-I know it’s a bit empty in here right now, but it takes a bit off your mom-,”

“Was I the only one that felt it?”

“What?”

“Us. L-Like we were actually getting back to how things used to be..at least, how they were supposed to.”

Of course he felt it, and any other time hearing you say that would’ve put a smile on his face so bright, the sun would tap out. That time being back in the apartment, sleeping next to you, and waking up to see his girls with hair in a frenzied mess, it felt right. Like you were the family you were always meant to be and nothing made him happier.

But for yours and the girls sake, he couldn’t tell you that.

“It was fun, but bottom line is I was just trying to help out with Ali and B like I’ll always do. As for us…we..we were two adults needing to scratch an itch,” he sighs rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean..that’s what you called it right?”

Watching whatever hope you had drain from your cocoa eyes and be replaced with a sheen of tears ready to fall is the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced. It was as if he’d just told an innocent child that Santa didn’t exist; nor did the tooth fairy or Easter bunny. If only he could tell you the truth.

Your gaze falls to your legs just in time for your finger to quickly wipe away a tear just as it breaks through its barrier. Definitely not wanting the girls to see you upset, you manage to gracefully collect yourself able to meet Ari’s ocean like eyes again as if you weren’t crumbling inside.

You were too late. It was over, and you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault.

“Yea um, y-you’re right. We agreed and now it’s done.” Albeit a stupid agreement really that both of you knew wouldn’t go as planned.

Standing to your feet, you begin collecting your things ignoring Ari’s regretful “wait” as you put on your jacket. “I um just remembered I told my dad we’d stop by so we uh..we should go. Ali, Brynn time to go babies.”

“Noo,” they both whine only holding onto their father tighter as they try to hide behind his broad back.

“Girls please don’t start, we gotta visit grandpa cmon.” They’re stubborn though. Insistent on staying with their dad as their own stream of waterworks starts to flow.

“Dada here! You go mama!,” Aliana shouts with the stomp of her foot.

“Shh shh, hey,” he softly coos bringing both around to hug in each arm. “What do I always say huh?” All is quiet besides their sniffling as they each look down gently tugging on his navy blue college tee shirt.

“Dunno..”

“Yes you do,” he smiles tilting their chins up to look at him. “I say be…?”

“B-Be good,” Brynn mumbles around her thumb in her mouth.

“Right, so you both gotta be good for mama and go with her, okay? I’ll come get you guys on Friday and guess what?”

“Wha?”

“We can get shakies and go to the park.” Both seem to perk up at that making their father lightly chuckle. “So that’s three days away. Show me three.”

They do as they’re told, each holding up three fingers alongside Ari’s much larger hand. “Very good! You’re so smart,” he grins blowing raspberries on their necks and causing their wild giggles to return before looking upwards at you, “just like mama.”

“You’re always so good with them,” you softly smile watching him expertly stand while holding your four-year-olds.

“No better than you.” Leaning forward, his soft lips fall onto your forehead reminiscent of a kiss goodbye, and you can’t help but to lean into his chest leaving a kiss of your own just under the Star of David hanging from his chain.

Right now you shouldn’t want anything to do with him.

Heaven knows you wish you could feel that way, but you knew it’d never happen. Ari would always be a part of you and you silently hoped that part never broke away.

Um…no I think I’ll stay in today. You guys have fun though! Tell papa Levs I said hi and Happy Father’s Day (sent 10:38 am) Tell your mom I said hi too (sent 10:38 am)

Will do, you sure though? We could always meet somewhere (sent 10:41 am)

Yea, you three go ahead. Don’t have too much fun😉lol (sent 10:43 am)

Damn…so much for Vegas then😜 (sent 10:44 am) And we could never without you there😘 (sent 10:45 am)

You were sure it didn’t mean anything and was just Ari being his charming self, but reading his message did have your heart and stomach fluttering like a recently freed butterfly.

Mhm sure🙄😆 (sent 10:46 am)

Speaking of, thing 1 and 2 say hello and that they love you, but are trying to drag me out the bed to hurry up and get dressed (sent 10:48 am)

Lmao, I know they’re serious about their milkshakes so tell them I said hi and I love them back. I’ll talk to you guys later (sent 10:50 am)

Alright, talk to you later sweetheart❤️ (sent 10:51 am)

Staring down at your respective screens, you each so badly wanted to type “Love you,” with your thumbs hovering over the keyboard and ready to hit send. Instead though, you both slide your phones away with a sigh hopeful that one day you would feel bold enough to finally share those two words again.

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June Prediction PAC Reading🍒

Find out what June has in store for you. What will be the next month’s theme for you and what will your focus be on? What new blessings are going to be coming in and what should you avoid? You can find out more in the reading below I prepared for you guys, enjoy and have a beautiful Summer!

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Pile 1 The first thing I am seeing for you pile number 1, this June will be all about fun and enjoyment and no more work. It will be a full on vacation and you will be taking your head off work and responsibilities, you will shut down all intrusive thoughts and negativity and enjoy as much as you can. I am having a vision of some kids by the water, this for me means that you are going to tap into your inner child healing and enjoy things you couldn’t when you were a child yourself. This summer you really need to treat yourself well and set yourself as the number 1 priority no matter what. I see you spending a lot of time by the water with friends or a close loved one. You are not gonna be home for most part, though I don’t see you traveling too far. If you are committed into a romantic relationship right now, you are going to spend a lot of time with your significant other, you are going to get to know them better and enjoy your time together, you will feel safe and secure with them. If you don’t have one, you might find someone new to spark your interest, though I don’t see necessarily that it is going to end in a long term relationship. Remember this month for you will be about fun and not serious stuff, we need to let that go for a while so we can relax. You wanna let go of something that happened recently this year, this is either a conflict with a really important person in your life or something related to your personal growth and career, you feel set back and slowed down, you feel like what happened wasn’t fair and you are not sure if you are going to heal from it. I sense a heavy energy here. This needs some time first of all. There is something big you are preparing for, this can be an exam or some interview, a new business idea, etc. Whatever it is, you worked really hard for it, or at least you actively been thinking about it and been making plans or possibly manifesting in regards to this. This is a lot of pressure on you. But Spirit is saying you still have enough time. You have enough time to prepare, rehearse, study, search, think, whatever it is. As much as you can, use this month to rejuvenate and to recharge. You have what it takes, the potential is there, you just need a good mentality and some strength. I see you are tempted to do something the society would call unconventional. Maybe you want to cheat or do something a little sneaky. This won’t be such a good idea since it will karmically shift you back to square one. But the reason you are tempted to do so is because you don’t feel enough or well prepared, in fact one of the possibilities might be that you even want to quit. This is something that has a connection to your life destiny and biggest passion, it would be a shame to quit. You should do what you are called to, even if it feels scary sometimes. Things will align themselves with time. Have some trust to begin with. I can see why you are hurt. You’ve dealt with injustice a lot in your life, you’ve been cheated on or experienced unfairness in family or school. I see you. But you are destined for a big future if you follow the steps your heart indicates. I can see this with the Death card, it is like a new gate, will a new portal that will open for you, which once stepped into, your life will change positively. I see more autonomy for you in the upcoming months, something you always wanted to say- you are finally gonna be able to voice it up. This can be about a boss, a teacher or a parent, or in some cases even a friend. For some of you, you are finally going to be able to buy yourself a car that you wanted. Others, you are just going to buy yourself something you wanted to for a long time. Spirit is indicating that for you, this month will be more about you, your personal growth and career rather than about your friends or lover\crush. So, this is the right time to invest in yourself and your passions. Whatever you are going to do, I see you winning with something, this can be a legal case, an opportunity, money, getting a new friend or even a competition.

I am having a vision of salads so maybe this is an indicator for you to start eating healthily, working out and doing the right things for you. You are getting a chance to travel somewhere you always wanted to. There’s a long distance ride you are gonna be making. Maybe to see a friend or a relative or maybe just to clear your head. Be extra aware and cautious for thieves, scammers and fake people. I see a possibility to meet a cancer sun\rising. This person will be of help. They can help you with studies or teach you something. Also, your mother or a maternal figure like an aunt, sister or grandma will tell you something important in the next month. There is a new change you’re gonna need to adapt to. This is a specific message but for some of you reading this, I am hearing you wanna work in the fashion/style industry, you either aspire to be a designer or model or stylist. There is going to be an opportunity for you within this area at the very ending of June, more than that, I also see that someone will help you with this career choice, someone in your family will sponsor you in the beginning. They really want to see you happy and accomplished. This will be a very lucky time for you and it's gonna be filled with surprises. You are hitting a high point in your life now. It is the perfect time to be more optimistic about your close future because your life is only starting now, your career will bloom soon and it seems that you learned a lot of karmic lessons and you are ready to enjoy life at it’s highest. It’s time to enjoy yourself and your achievements. 888 will be your angel number for the upcoming month, expect blessings and harmony.

Pile 2

My dear pile number 2 people, Spirit is telling me to start with the love messages for you first as I see here that this month you are going to experience a new phase with romance. You are going to learn more about a side of love that wasn’t familiar to you before. I sense maturity and steadiness. You really did some inner work in this area and you upgraded your heart chakra. This leads to new opportunities in love and having more people crushing on you, taking interest in you, because you are so charming and radiant. I see a lot of magnetism and playfulness, maybe you are going to be flirtatious again, I feel like you are going to feel young again (even if you are young you are going to feel refreshed and cheerful, you are gonna worry less and enjoy more). I really see a hot girl summer theme here. You are really going through an extreme glow up right now and everything about you is just so ethereal and perfect. Some of you did some manifestation, listened to subliminals or maybe even have done some spell work. Nevertheless, you are really attractive and a heartthrob. Maybe you took love too seriously in the past. Now it’s time to have fun and enjoy yourself, feel like a new person. I see you also taking new random interests, like getting new hobbies, hanging out with lots of people, chatting about random stuff, seeing life in a more colorful way. Maybe it’s because Summer is your lucky season or maybe it’s more familiar to you. Some of you are born in Summer so this makes sense. I see a specific coffee shop\café bar you are going to be going to often with your friends this Summer. Also, you are going to be tempted to go back into the past and just review old photos with you and friends\family, watch random videos you used to watch or go places that used to be familiar to you. For some reason I feel like you are going to be wanting to tap back into your roots, connect with your past for a little bit, maybe to give you more sense of who you are. I see a friend of yours that is older than you or at least really mature and wise, they're going to give you some advice about a crucial decision in your life by the middle of June. They really want the best for you and even if the truth will hurt a bit, their advice is in your benefit. I sense you used to be a really rebellious kid, as you grew older you got sweeter and nicer and some people can’t recognize you sometimes because of that. You have to have more trust into your future and dreams because I feel like you often get discouraged and feel like your desires are way too idealistic to materialize. I see the deer as a spiritual guiding animal for you, look up to it! Also, you are going to receive a random inheritance from an uncle or maybe a gift. I also see the goat as a protective animal for you. There is going to be a stable job opportunity for you in the near future but it will involve a large team of people and you might dislike that and therefore decline the offer. If that isn’t the case, I see a project of academical nature or something like that, that will include as well working with more people. There is this semi theme with your June prediction that is coming in, you are going to get used to work with people, and collaborate, get more vocal about things, argue, etc. You are going to test out your communication\expressivity skills. At work or school you feel intimidated or bullied by someone. Just ignore them, they are projecting their insecurities on you, they feel bigger and stronger than you but really they are just weak so that’s why they feel the need to show authority. Connect with you Divine Feminine and spend time in water when you can, it is going to make you feel more relaxed and powerful. You have some confidence issues to work on, but take it slowly. Soon you will be doing things you never imagined you could. Your life is really shifting. Expect powerful changes, abrupt ones even. A new path is being revealed to you. Don’t be scared and just follow through. Things will get cleared out and you will feel more aligned.

I see you are pretty tough on you when it comes to your body image. Be more gentle with yourself and remember it is okay to need more time to heal. Your coping mechanism might be locking your room and listening to music in your headphones until you feel calm enough to get out the room and go about your day. You might also not really communicate your troubles\worries to your family or close ones. I see issues with your throat and stomach chakras. Express yourself, whatever you feel like saying, unless it could hurt someone, say it. Let it out. Let people know what’s on your mind. Of course don’t share too much, keep in some privacy too, but you know, let it out. Random, but doodling might be a way for you to release stress. By the time of August, you are going to meet someone really interesting, this is a romantic interest we are talking about. Look forward to it, I see a lot of potential. All I hear right now about this person is curly long hair, Sagittarius, traveler and adventurous, I hope it helps. I also see a house painted green, this is odd because I don’t see any context I just see a small cottage like house in the woods or on some sort of hill, I don’t know maybe it will resonate with some of you, only Spirit knows what they want to mean with some messages sometimes :)). I am hearing ‘’I think about you’’ so if you recently asked yourself the question if your specific person is thinking about you, now you got it. I also see an old friend or cousin you haven’t talk to in a while, that is going to come back and you are going to have a competitive dynamic with, basically they are going to create a little tension. But, anyway, look forward to the beginning and ending of this Summer because I have seen some great and neat stuff for you and a lot of expansion.

Pile 3

Okay, pile number 3, my dears, the first thing I am seeing for you is a cheetah and I think it is because Spirit is indicating here that you have been spending your time recently doing a lot of stuff, running lots of errands and being really fast and responsible with all your tasks. You are a really hard working person and people at work\school look up to you because you are always extra organized\good with your work\perfectionistic. Recently, you learned to not let other people bother you and to focus on your needs and interests. I see you developing a skill you have been working on since long ago. After this summer, somewhere around September-November, you might get enrolled into a school you wanted to apply for or a competition, job, etc. Basically you are gonna get a great chance to work in the area\industry you are most excited about. For most of you I am seeing music, singing, producing music or voice singing, instrument play, whatever your thing is, congratulations you are leveling up! If you have a teacher\trainer that is helping you with this, they are really proud of you, even if they don’t show it. You might feel a little discouraged in yourself, you might feel isolated and not good enough. Sometimes you feel like you can’t get along with people and you feel judged, I specifically heard some of you are judged for they way you dress. People can be so mean sometimes. I see some people in your environment are really really jealous and envious of you and your success. Please, take care, someone might have evil eyed you, so protect yourself! This always happens with extra talented and extra kind people, they are always the target of the evil eye, but don’t be scared, you can protect yourself. I am hearing high class and high education. Some of you reading this might want to study abroad, you want to exchange culture\language. You like to dress preppy, elegant yet simple, you want to look expensive but in a delicate, subtle way. I am seeing the giraffe as your spiritual animal. They want to let you know you are protected and under a lucky star right now, you are destined to immense success but you need to really believe in yourself and give yourself some time and space from time to time, as I can see here you have a tendency to overwork yourself. The giraffe spirit is also suggesting you should harmonize the connection between your feelings and your thoughts, you need to find a way to align your mind and heart. You are really passionate about what you are doing and people admire this about you. You have some simps on your social media and real life too.

There is a high possibility you are going to be really well known in the future. So, if being famous was sometimes something you used to dream about, take this as a sign. Your spirit guides are asking you to eat more and take more care of yourself. This June you are going to be working your way up to success and look out for real happiness. This month you are really gonna go big. Self trust is highly needed right now. You feel like you lack something or that people are gonna judge you for what you wanna do or for who you are. You have intrusive thoughts like these. I know it’s hard to move past them but try to replace them with reassuring yourself of how talented, determined, ambitious, kind and brilliant you are. Try to do this for a while, it might help cool down the negative thoughts and welcome in a more positive, strong mentality. I am hearing Spirit say You deserve to be recognized for what you are doing. A lot of times in your life, you are going to feel confused and disoriented but never lose your grip and never forget the intention you started this journey with. At the end of the reading I was literally thinking about fire energy and the knave of wands popped out. So yeah, this month will be really dynamic, fun and it will reveal a lot about you and your potential. Your spirit team want you to do a little bit more introspection to find out more about yourself and your true self and desires. You need a strong self identity before you tap into your destiny. Don’t ever let anything or anyone make you feel small or incapable.

Pile 4

And finally, the last but not least pile, my dearest pile number 4 people, let’s see what June has in store for you. My loves, I haven’t even touched my cards yet and I just heard the word Venus for you. Oh the beauty, the charm and the luckiness Spirit is blessing you with this month! This is so beautiful, and I will have to say this, I sensed a nice, venusian energy with the previous readings as well, so this June will be a blessing for us all, but possibly in different areas and themes of our lives. My dear pile 4, focus on what you Desire, go where your heart takes you to. I am also having a strong vision of an ice land, I see a dark, cold landscape, it’s beautiful but it’s scary. You are a very thoughtful person and you deeply care about people, you would even sacrifice a part of you for someone you love, but you see, you need to offer yourself some of your heart abundance as well. I want you to really focus on yourself this month. What do you really want? Where do you really wanna be? My guides are telling me this month is great for manifestation planning for you guys. Write down everything you wish for, and send a prayer to the Universe, if not, do any method feels right to you. I see some darkness around your heart and head chakras and I am hearing I can’t be saved. This is something you say within your subconscious mind. Even if you smile a lot and you are a really cheerful, sociable person, there are some things that need healing. Look inside yourself and tell me what do you see. I feel like you lack someone’s affection and this is highly affecting you. I can tell this person is really important to you. But let’s make sure we are fine before anything else. This Summer, treat yourself. Even if you are gonna spend some time alone, don’t feel lonely, don’t feel not needed. These are just toxic intrusive thoughts that come from fears, they are not real. You can’t allow them to hurt you. I see how you spent a lot of time alone and that made you really sad and discouraged. Don’t focus your entire life perspective around what you felt back then. Life will always go on. Life will always change directions, just like water changes the way it flows (I hope it makes sense, it sounds different in my native language). But let’s go back to Venus. This month will make you more magnetic (also quick note, I don’t know why, but I feel like the people that chose this pile are masculines, I don’t mean it as in people identify as male, but people that have masculine energy, if you wanna know more about it, please search on google divine masculine and feminine energies) The influence of Venus will make you enhance and embrace your beauty, it'll make you feel more confident about yourself, go more gentle about life and your feelings, nurture yourself more, take care of yourself, and it will just bring you a lot of random luck as well. I feel like right now, you are in a I don’t know what I am doing with my life kind of phase. But as I said before, nothing lasts forever, you are for sure gonna find your way. Even if you lose hope sometimes. You can always hop back on the horse. Don’t be afraid to take breaks. And as corny as it might sound, don’t be afraid to be different , but no, for real now, I really feel like you are a black sheep, that people misunderstand your true potential and essence and this can be a drain for you and even gaslight you into believing that they are right, but of fucking (sorry) course they are Not right. You are whatever you are and you should be proud about it. Whether you’re a loner or an extremist or a sensitive artist that feels misunderstood, a rebel or just a really really soft and empathic person, You are Lovely. I know this isn’t much, but just reading your energy is a pleasure to me, just so you can see how much of a wonderful person you are. You give off neptunian vibes, so you might have some strong pisces placements, but I am also seeing aquarius and scorpio. My dear pile number 4, I am sorry if this will sound weird but I will say it exactly as I feel it, this month just don’t.give.a.fuck.

I know this isn’t very spiritual of me to say, but I am who I am and I do what I feel. This month, just go about your life and enjoy all you got, take a small risk, get out of your comfort zone for a little, see the world, experience stuff, expand your vision, exchange thoughts, go for more, feel more. In the near future I see you being a strong influence for the youth, your rebellion will make people follow you and learn from you. Kurt Cobain might be an idol for you, and if not, his story might resonate with you. And god damn it, you are a great, great person!

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vibratingskull · 4 months

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"Thanks, maybe Thrawn dad (platonic) x reader daughter to the Chiss Ascendancy. Eli is watching them. Eli gets called in because the reader accused their teacher of sabotaging the exam so the readers team would lose (they won with some out of the box thinking). The trial is set. (This got me thinking since I’m not sure how the Chiss would treat the reader is not only half human and half Chiss, but Thrawns child. You can’t tell me he hasn’t made any enemy’s in his home world)" - anon

Thrawn&Eli&F!reader

You cross your arms, groaning.

This is so unfair!

Your teacher looks down at you with a severe expression but doesn’t say anything. Your eyes are fixed on your feet as you hunch over, pouting.

A knock on the door makes you raise your head, and Eli’s face passes through the door with an unsure expression.

“Uncle Eli!” You call.

“Ah! Mister Ivant. Thank you for coming.”

Eli comes to sit in the chair next to you with questions in his eyes.

“I came as quickly as I could,” He says. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is, Lieutenant Commander Ivant, that your… niece has repeatedly displayed asocial tendencies through the year, just this morning she cheated to win her physical exam and-”

“I winned fair and square!” You shout.

“That is to the Board of Education to decide.” He hits.

“Okay, wait a little minute.” Eli opens his hand in an appeasing gesture. “Maybe there is no need to get the Board involved, we can deal with the problem right now between us. What precisely happened?”

“Your niece deployed treasures of creativity to cheat at every turn and win the competition against other teams, it is especially problematic because she dragged all her little comrades in her schemes and we had to notify their parents.”

“I did not cheat, I exploited a bug!” You shout again, feeling your cheeks heating under the pressure

“This is highly irregular.”

“You never said we couldn’t exploit loopholes in the rules...” You’re ready to cry, why is he so mean?

“What did you do exactly?” Eli asks quietly,turning towards you.

“I annihilated them!” You exclaim.

“She twisted the duo’s rules to take advantage and earn points.” Your professor explains. “She also wounded two of her comrades.”

“What?!” Eli gurgles incredulous. He turns towards you frowning, you huddle under his gaze. Is he gonna take your teacher’s side and ground you?

“That’s not true, they didn’t see each other and run into one another…” you mumble, unable to look into any of their eyes.

“This is worrying in itself, but that is not the first time she broke the rules.” Your teacher continues.

“Well, what did you do the first times?” Eli demands.

“We tried to warn the parents. But her father didn’t seem to see the thing from the same angle, he took her side and enables her dangerous tendencies.”

You smile to yourself, daddy gets you, not like those stupid adults with their dumb rules. Eli sighs, tired. Of course Thrawn would take his daughter’s side, he loses all objectivity when it comes to you.

“And I couldn’t ask anything from her mother… We don’t know how they educate their children back there.”

You see Eli ticks at that.

“We educate our children as good as you do.”

“That’s what you say, but I have to deal with the result of this education everyday and she creates problems each. single. day. She already looks atypical and disturbs her little comrade, but she also has to conduct herself like a little monster.”

“I’m not a monster, I have ADHD, that’s what mommy said!” You interject. You don’t always understand what the grown ups say but you know how to recognize an insult.

“Ufetvu also has ADHD and she isn’t as undisciplined as you are.” He turns back to Eli “We think the problem started back at home with the education she received. I urge you to speak with her parents to bring things back in control.”

You pout, digging your nails in the fabric of your uniform. It is not the first time you would be expelled from a school, but Daddy, Mommy and uncle Eli hoped you would have more chances in a school managed by the military.

“Look, I am going to be frank with you: if her demeanor doesn’t drastically change in the future weeks, we will have no other choice but to expel her.” Your teacher announces.

You exchange a look with uncle Eli, you silently plead with him.

“And if we turn the screw, do we have garantee you will help her integrate among the chiss children?”

Your teacher darkens.

“What do you mean?”

“You think she never tells us how she eats alone at noon everyday? Or when she’s always the last to be picked up for team activities?” He crosses his arms on his chest and hardens his tone “She may be a bit disruptive, but I don’t think you put too much effort in helping her socialize with her comrades, as you call them.”

“We used the standard procedure to integrate her into the group.” Your teacher defends himself.

“And when you saw it didn’t work you just abandoned her? Don’t you think she would behave herself more if she felt welcomed by her little comrades and supported by the education team?”

Your professor grimaces at the accusations.

“We never had a precedent like her. We waited to see how the situation would evolve. We-”

“She’s 6! She needs friends and support from adults around her and for now your school failed to bring both. You can threaten to expel her but I can threaten to sue you for preferential treatments, discrimination and failure to offer a dignified education!” Eli hits him, coldly.

You look at them with round eyes, they look into each other's eyes with grave expressions, gauging the other.

“But this is not about her, right?” Eli greets his teeth. “This is about Thrawn.”

What? Why would it be about daddy? You frown your eyebrow trying to understand.

Your teacher remains silent, stabbing uncle Eli with his gaze before taking back the floor.

“I do not know what you're talking about. I am a mere school director.”

“You know really well what I’m talking about. We know the Syndicure decided to punish Thrawn for his return despite the army he provided. Since he’s untouchable as a Grand Admiral they decided to hurt him through his daughter and your the dog chosen to do the dirty task.”

What? What are they talking about? Did daddy do something?

“Watch your tongue, sir.”

“No, you watch your tongue : You’re talking to a Lieutenant Commander and the daughter of a Grand Admiral, you owe us respect.”

You cower on your chair, you’ve never seen uncle Eli like that, him who’s usually so nice and sweet looks like a complete different man.

“I think we said everything we needed. I expect drastic changes starting next week.” Eli ends the conversation, takes your hand and guides you out of the classroom.

Your teacher looks at you leaving, angry and defeated but doesn’t try to stop you.

You look up to him, he’s fuming.

“Uncle Eli? Are you mad at me?” You ask with a feeble voice.

“What? No, no dear, I’m not angry at you.” He kneels in front of you, caressing your hair. “It’s just that sometimes grown ups act like children and they need to be put back in their place.”

“Did Daddy do something wrong?”

He looks at you without a word, holding your hand.

“You said it was about daddy… Are the adults angry at him?”

He sighs

“They are. But they are madder because they can’t reach your dad, he’s a hero in the eyes of the public. He’s untouchable, do not worry.”

He guides you back home where you run into your daddy’s arms, your mother smiling at you from the other room.

“There you are my princess!” He carries you in the house, hugging you “Why the teacher wanted to see you, Eli?”

“Because they finally decided to act to help princess. We should notice some improvement starting monday.”

“Really? This is wonderful.” Daddy kisses your cheek. “Did you not have a physical exam today, princess?”

“I anihilited them!” You shout.

They both smile. Thrawn adds, mischievious.

“That’s my girl.”

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kh-marriage-material · 1 year

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Even propaganda: we all love Demyx, okay? But he would be an awful husband. This should be obvious. He's gonna sit on the couch all day and refuse to do chores. You'll ask him to take out the garbage and then 3 days later he'll notice you coming to scold him & immediately choose that moment to run out of the house.

Even would never treat you like this. If you have kids already, he'll be the dad who steps up. He's helping your son with his science fair project (maybe too much, but hey what's the harm of some over-enthusiastic bonding)? He's also organizing your cutlery drawer. Remembering to get in the corners while he vacuums.

The answer is obvious. Make the right choice.

I told my boyfriend the only characters I'd consider fraud* for were Terra, Isa/Saix, and Aqua, however you evenlovers are REALLY tempting me. Your points are so solid. Even literally raised a child and he's so responsible!

*not sure if I'm doing fraud at all. I want the winner to win fair and square but still it'd be funny and is tempting

#propaganda #slander #even #even kh #kh even #kingdom hearts #kh

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 1) Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Do I Need to Warn Dr. Martin That You’re Gonna Misinterpret a Feeling Again?

“So…you’ve witnessed another death,” said Dr. Wilson slowly.

“Don’t get so serious. This was the third one, maybe third tries a charm, and I won’t see any more,” said (Y/N).

“(Y/N), what have I said about using humor as a coping mechanism?” asked Dr. Wilson.

(Y/N) groaned. “Oh, God, please don’t make me repeat it.” Seeing Dr. Wilson’s look, they sighed and repeated the mantra. “ ‘Humor is for unstable teenagers, not doctors.’ ”

“Exactly,” said Dr. Wilson. “(Y/N), it’s important that you learn to cope healthily. Humor is not healthy if you’re just avoiding the issue.”

“I know, I know,” said (Y/N).

“I’m not expecting to miraculously process everything you’ve been through. I’m proud of the small progress you’ve made. You’ve been trying, and that’s what will help you the most,” said Dr. Wilson.

“I’ve been making progress? After seeing two other people die?” (Y/N) looked at her in confusion.

Dr. Wilson smiled. “You’ve been more willing to tell me things, more open. That’s one step in the right direction.”

(Y/N) brightened. “I’m doing well?”

“You’re doing well.”

“I know you’re there,” said Malcolm, glancing around the dank parking garage. “You looking out for my like a guardian angel or something?” He chuckled.

“Don’t treat this like a joke,” said Amenadiel. “I brought you back for a reason.”

“Yeah, about that, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why?” Malcolm squared his shoulders as if expecting some answer about how he was incredibly deserving or special.

“Why you?”

“Yeah. I must be something special for you to go to all that trouble,” said Malcolm.

“Come on, don’t flatter yourself,” said Amenadiel. “You’re simply in a unique position to do what I need done.”

“’Cause I’m a cop,” said Malcolm, understanding.

“That, yeah.” Amenadiel took a step forward. “Yeah, and because I know you’ll do anything to avoid going back to Hell.” Malcolm swallowed. “Now, stop bothering me with these questions and just get to the task I’ve given you.”

“Don’t you worry your shiny little head. I’m on it, alright?” said Malcolm. “Everything’s going according to plan.”

“Don’t keep me waiting. Patience is not one of my virtues,” said Amenadiel.

Malcolm swallowed. “I promise you. I…I got this.”

Amenadiel hummed. “One more thing…” Malcolm looked up attentively. “The child Lucifer took in. Leave them out of it. They’re young; they shouldn’t be involved in this.” Lucifer was right. I should never have hurt them, it was unfair and cruel of me.

When (Y/N) walked into the living room, they hadn’t expected to see Lucifer grinning like a madman. “Isn’t it early for any antics, even for you?”

“The Detective came here last night, drunk, and ended up in my bed,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped open, and they looked at him in astonishment. “What?”

“Oh, no, not like that,” said Lucifer. “She was very demanding and decided she absolutely had to sleep in my bed.”

“That’s better than what I thought,” said (Y/N). “So what’re you doing now?”

“I’m going to make her coffee and be what she calls ‘insufferable,’ ” said Lucifer, grinning as he poured coffee into a mug.

“Oh, she’ll love that,” said (Y/N), nodding sarcastically. They watched as Lucifer, nearly giggling with excitement, walked towards his bedroom as he spied Chloe waking.

“Triple espresso or hair of dog, Detective?” he asked.

“Oh, no…” groaned Chloe, pulling the sheets around her as she realized where she was.

“Oh, both it is,” said Lucifer, setting the tray down on his bed and pouring the drinks together.

“Please, tell me we didn’t…” Chloe trailed off, seeing (Y/N).

“Did we ever,” said Lucifer, already enjoying himself far too much. “And I’m pretty sure we made Rosemary’s Baby.”

Looks like I have something to google later, thought (Y/N).

“Oh, Detective, it was quite extraordinary,” said Lucifer. “Even made the Devil blush.” He grinned, well, devilishly as he teased Chloe.

“Oh, no, this is bad…” said Chloe. “Whatever happened last night, don’t tell me, I’d rather not know.”

“What, that we didn’t do the nasty?” teased Lucifer.

“We didn’t?” asked Chloe.

“Nope, I turned you down cold,” said Lucifer.

“He was really excited to tease you,” said (Y/N), grinning.

“Let me get this straight…” said Chloe. “Him, the guy who’s been wanting this since we met just turned it down?”

“He’s pretty changeable,” said (Y/N).

“It’s one of my few flaws,” said Lucifer, shrugging.

“Then why am I naked?” asked Chloe.

“Well, you decided to pass out in my bed, woke up again, shouted that it was ‘too hot in this five-star hellhole!’ tore off your clothes, and hogged the bed till morning,” said Lucifer, grinning like a madman the entire time.

He is really enjoying this, thought (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

“Well, I’m not always in my right mind when I’m upset,” said Chloe. “So just forget what happened.”

“Oh, no. There was such a rush being…different from myself,” said Lucifer. “It was fun.”

“Never happened,” repeated Chloe. “Leave it at that.” She managed to shimmy into her clothes without completely baring herself.

No way, he’s going to take this experience and go in the wrong direction, thought (Y/N). “Have a nice day, Detective Decker.”

“You, too, (Y/N),” said Chloe, rushing to the elevator.

“Hey, Lucifer,” said (Y/N).

“Yes?” Lucifer looked at them.

“Do I need to warn Dr. Martin that you’re gonna misinterpret a feeling again?” asked (Y/N).

“Misinterpret? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m simply going to relive that wonderful feeling from last night!” chirped Lucifer. “Now…to figure out how…”

No way this could go wrong.

Of course, (Y/N) was right. That night, they found themselves in a nice button-down and pants because Lucifer had decided to become the new Tim Dunlear, the philanthropist murder victim. Lucifer had discovered that doing good made him feel, well, good and was trying to find a way to feel that again. Apparently, his solution was to act like Tim Dunlear and host a charity function for children in need. (Y/N) was glad he was doing something worthwhile, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t actually find any enjoyment in this because he was planning it for a feeling, not just doing something out of kindness. Still, they weren’t going to just abandon him, so they were going along with his fun. (Their version of playing along was sitting in a corner booth and drinking Shirley Temples, but hey, they were there.”

(Y/N) glanced around at the party in full swing (for once kept PG enough for wealthy kids to join with their parents). Weird…Lucifer is never late for something that puts him in the spotlight…

In the penthouse, Lucifer was about to face his first of two murder attempts in a night. Though he was faced with a gun, he wasn’t perturbed, rather, he was interested in the turn of events. It was a strange day when his brother was the one interfering with human lives and making them do his dirty work.

And I get the bad rep, thought Lucifer ruefully.

Malcolm held up his gun. “Rumor says you’re not immortal anymore. That if I pull this trigger, it’s bye-bye, Devil.”

“Right.” Lucifer was fairly unconcerned. “And what do you get in return, Malcolm?”

“Your brother doesn’t kill me,” said Malcolm. “I stay out of Hell, live out my life. I love life.”

Lucifer chuckled. “You’ve been duped, Malcolm.”

“Huh?” Malcolm laughed in confusion.

“Angels can’t take mortal life,” said Lucifer. “It’s Dad’s rules. Sorry! And even if you do kill me…what happens when you do die? Because you will, eventually. You’ll still go back to Hell, Malcolm. There’s nothing that my brother can do to prevent that.” Lucifer held up a silver coin with a magical etching on it.

“What’s that?” asked Malcolm. Irresistibly glinting in the light, the coin mesmerized him.

“This? This is my Pentacostal coin,” said Lucifer, flipping it around in his fingers. “It is a subway token for the damned, if you will. I was going to use it to get back to Hell eventually. I suppose you could use it to get out of Hell, too.” Malcolm lowered the gun and stared at the coin. “Could come in handy for someone like you, don’t you think, Malcolm?” Lucifer held out his hand, and the coin hovered above his hand and spun slowly. “It’s all yours if you don’t shoot me. One time offer.” Malcolm snatched it without a second thought. Holding it reverently, he backed into the elevator and left. Lucifer huffed in annoyance. Not only did I have to give away the coin, but now I need a new dinner jacket. Back to the closet it is… Little did Lucifer know, however, his second guest was arriving, and with them, the second attempt on his life.

(Y/N) was growing tired of doing nothing with people all around them. Lucifer still hadn’t arrived, and they were getting annoyed. They didn’t know anyone there, and everyone else kept giving them surreptitious looks because they were “that kid.” If Lucifer doesn’t get here soon, I’m dragging him down myself.

“Lucifer! Where is Lucifer?!” shouted someone, pushing through the crowd.

(Y/N) blinked. Dan?

“Lucifer Morningstar, where is he?!” Dan stopped in front of them.

(Y/N) stood up. “He’s in the penthouse.”

“Shit!” Dan turned and ran towards the elevator. Without thinking, (Y/N) followed. They found Lucifer lying on his back with three holes in his shirt.

(Y/N)’s heart clenched, and they rushed to Lucifer’s side. “Lucifer!” They sobbed and hunched over his body.

“Careful, my shirt is ruined, but my jacket is not,” said a teasing voice.

(Y/N) sat up and stared wide-eyed at Lucifer, who finally sat up. “Don’t do that!” they huffed, hitting Lucifer in the chest.

“Ow, hey!” whined Lucifer. “I’m injured, you know.”

“Don’t pretend to be dead,” said (Y/N), eyes still a bit watery.

“Well, I rather thought I was for a moment,” said Lucifer. He and (Y/N) were both confused since they thought he wasn’t immortal anymore. “What are you doing here?” Lucifer addressed Dan.

“I came to stop Malcolm; he’s planning to shoot you,” said Dan.

“Malcolm?” questioned (Y/N) worriedly.

“No, no, this wasn’t him,” said Lucifer, standing up.

“He came here?” (Y/N) was beginning to worry for Lucifer’s sanity. He isn’t concerned that someone tried to kill him? And not just this Malcolm, but whoever shot him?

“He’s taken care of,” said Lucifer.

“He is?” asked Dan. “How?”

“Well, I made him an offer that he couldn’t…You know the line.” Lucifer straightened his jacket, ignoring the holes in his shirt. He looked Dan up and down, who looked very haggard. “You look terrible, by the way.”

(Y/N) glanced at the grime, cuts, and bruises all over Dan. They frowned. “Looks like you had a rough day, too.”

“Uh, yeah,” said Dan. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a charity to attend and a killer to punish,” said Lucifer. He walked to the elevator.

“What if they try to hurt you again?” asked (Y/N), following him.

“I’m sure seeing me alive will scared them to death,” joked Lucifer.

“That’s a terrible pun,” said (Y/N), shaking their head.

“Well, it’ll be true in a moment.” Lucifer strolled confidently out to where Vanessa Dunlear was speaking to the crowd. “Right on time.” Vanessa’s jaw dropped open.

Guess he was right. She is scared to death.

“How are we all the evening, eh?” asked Lucifer jovially. “Such a well-preserved crowd. Love your work, Dr. Broffman. Tucking marvelous.” The crowd laughed.

I think he did my mom’s procedures.

“Right, we’re all here to honor Tim Dunlear’s legacy, and what better way to do that than to reveal his killer? Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Dunlear?” Lucifer smirked devilishly. “Time to show your friends your true colors. Tell them all your nasty desires.”

“No need,” said Chloe, stepping out of the crowd. “We already have everything. How she embezzled money from the foundation, and when Tim found out about it, you killed him.”

“Ah, see? I told you she’d figure it out,” said Lucifer, pleased and turning to (Y/N). “It all worked out.”

“It’s a miracle everything works out for you,” said (Y/N).

“Alright, so you never saw me here.” Malcolm smiled and clapped the guard on the arm. He glanced down at the roll of bills he’d placed in their hand. “Got it?”

The guard nodded. “Yes, sir.” He led Malcolm through the halls of the asylum for the criminally insane. “He’s here.”

“I’m going to need a moment.” Malcolm stood silently as the guard walked away before getting a good look at the cell in front of him. “Hello, (Uncle/Name).”

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!” cried (Uncle/Name).

“Just a friend.” Malcolm grinned. “I have a deal for you.”

“Deals come from the devil! That monster!”

Malcolm sighed. “I just need some help. You can help bring down the devil.”

(Uncle/Name)’s wandering, frantic eyes focused. “What?”

“I need to make sure all obstacles are out of my life. And you could use some revenge.”

(Uncle/Name) grinned. “Against that monster?”

Malcolm smirked. “Against whoever you want.”

#adolescent antichrist #netflix lucifer #platonic lucifer #lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #nb reader #gn reader #x teen!reader #x teen reader

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diluc event / hidden strife spoilers below!!

Alice's letter to diluc left me a crying sobbing mess i can't do this

I'm just gonna drop it here, feel free to not answer or read this ask if you don't want spoilers, the letter is below:

To the heir of the Ragnvindr Clan,

I apologize for sending this letter without notice. You may not remember me, but we've met a few times.

We've met near the square, when I sat at the table adjacent to yours in Good Hunter, and I've seen you in your tavern. You were always busy with a great many things, especially back when you were much chattier than you are now. You spoke cheerfully and often with your brother and friends then. It's probably no surprise that you did not notice me then, but I've always had my eye on you, child.

I recall with crystal clarity how my little Klee once made a complete mess of your vineyard while she was trying to catch Crystalflies there... But you didn't get angry. In fact, you personally escorted Klee back and even gave her a few bottles of fresh grape juice.

Now I think that might jog your memory, yes?

Klee recently told me she "hasn't seen that strange man with the red hair in aaages," so I decided to look into it out of curiosity.

My deepest condolences regarding your father.

In many of the stories I've been told, you are the model knight: proud, driven, a knight of noble character and lineage. But I know that you're gentler than you appear. If you weren't, you wouldn't have treated Klee the way you did.

And since you helped my child out, I hope you won't mind if I treat you as if you were my own.

Therefore, I sincerely hope that you will leave the dark place you are presently in, and that you will not wallow in greif and remorse. Partings are most painful things, but they also encourage us to grow. A bird that has lost the roof over its head will fly further than others of its kind.

Go out and see the world. That's the best course of action I can envision. Only by feeling, observing, and listening, can your heart be healed.

Parents all wish that they can accompany their children forever, and the skies, seas, and stars all bear witness to that oath. Everything that was your father now finds new life with you. That which you will experience in this world may have been things that your father experienced once upon a time. I hope the wind will bring you all manner of wondrous things in your journeys to come.

In any case, keep your chin up, young child.

Let me start by saying that this is the most tender, heartfelt letter in this mondstadt.

The path of wallow and greif,,,diluc was literally spiraling in all that guilt and pain, all alone. He lost his father, his brother told him he's a spy, he's been betrayed by the knights and lost all his friends.

This letter was exactly what he needed, he was in a dark period and then someone showed up, even by a letter, and kinda pulled him out of it with tender words and genuine understand.

This is the guidance one needs during a period of greif, Childe didn't have this guidance when he was all alone in the abyss, Ei didn't have this guidance when she lost all her loved ones. Those two, without support and guidance lost themselves and made decisions hurtful to themselves and others.

Diluc got the guidance that prevented him from ending up like these two.

I can imagine sitting on the floor of his room and crying over the letter because yes, someone held out a hand for him.

I can't so this anymore..

-🦋

Here is the thing that stricks me.

Diluc's mother is never mentioned, so we can assume he'd never had a mother-like person in his life. I love Adelinde, and I know she cares for Diluc, but I feel she would try, but an unintentional professional boundary would keep her from acting too motherly.

And in that letter.

He got something he's never had before. That motherly care. Alice has no reason to be reaching out to him with this much concern and affection. Because there isn't any way, he thinks of helping Klee out more than just doing what he normally does.

I also want to imagine that after she got his letter back. Alice stopped by the manor to help Diluc ready. To make sure he was ready to go out into the world and do it safely. Like she even gives him a tent and teaches him out to do some basic cooking over a campfire. And even goes as far as to talk him out of stone gate before sending him off into the world.

And it just really ended up as the little hope Diluc had to keep himself going.

As for Childe and Ei. I don't think their stories would have really changed much with a letter like Alices. Mostly because Childe's trauma was totally accidental, and in some ways, the abyss fundamentally changed him as a person. I think his family still did their best to love and support him. It was just something beyond most mortals.

And Ei. Unlike Diluc and Childe, Ei was not a child. And she still had Ye. She had her people. And I sort of put her alongside Kaeya where I understand her actions and that she, in a moment of trauma, made a selfish decision that resulted in causing harm to others. And I don't think anyone reaching out to her sooner would have changed anything. She needed to want the change herself.

#sorry #alice is Diluc's mother figure now #i don't make the rules #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc headcanons #alice #alice genshin #alice headcanons #childe #tartaglia #ei #raiden ei

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sunbun-memes · 2 years

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Golden Girls Sentence Starters

Feel free to tweak these to better fit your muse/what you have in mind!

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” “Excuse me, have I given any indication at all that I care?” “I know I look square, but I’m like my father’s tractor. I take a while to warm up, but once I get going, I can turn your topsoil till the cows come home.” “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” “She’s really a very sweet woman. She just doesn’t like to show it.” “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” “My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get. Unless you’re a banana.” “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” “I thought I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young… and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” “Forgive me, but I haven’t had sex in 15 years and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” “Was she naked just now, or does her dress really need ironing?” “Eat dirt and die, trash.” “You know what they say: you can lead a herring to water, but you have to walk really fast or he’ll die.” “You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” “When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” “You’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” “I hate to admit it, but he melts my Haagen-Dazs.” “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” “You know my motto. Today could be the last day of your life.” “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” “Look, you didn’t ask me for my opinion, but I’m old, so I’m giving it anyway.” “Go hug a landmine!” “It was at that moment I realized my bosoms had the power to make music.” “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” “I always take a deep breath before I greet a man. It thrusts my breasts forward.” “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” “My God, I’ve left brain cells all over the Eastern Seaboard.” “It’s time I gave something back to the chicken community. A chicken once saved my life.” “Jealousy is an ugly thing. And so are you in anything backless.” “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist…except of course, when they were institutionalized!” “What’s a lanai?” “I am single, I’m free on Saturday night, and I can arch my back until my head touches my heels.” “I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “I wonder if jewelry comes from Jewish people? In Little Falls, the jeweler was Jewish. Jeweler, Jewish - I wonder if there’s a connection.” “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” “Flirting is part of my heritage.” “Oh, don’t give up. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” “When I say jump, you say, ‘on who?‘” “Just remember, you’re smarter than people say you are. You’ve got good sense, and you know what you’re doing.” “Honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” “Oh, do you know how many great, late night talks we’ve had at this kitchen table over cheesecake?”

#sunshine memes #sentence starters

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ellayuki · 2 years

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30042022 - 9-1-1

oh, tell me more (always a failure in your eyes)

Sequel to out of the blue (and not entirely welcome).

This entire scenario feels like deja vu, if anyone were to ask Eddie, except for where he and his mother are in his living room in LA, and his dad is away, visiting his own mother. Other than that, everything else is pretty much the same, from the way Eddie wants to sink into his couch and disappear, to the way Helena Diaz is sitting on his coffee table in front of him, judgement written all across her face.

(He's so glad he's asked Buck to take Chris out somewhere today. Neither his son nor his best friend need to witness the shitshow he knows is about to unfold.)

"Christopher needs a mother, Eddie," Helena says, and she's starting to sound like a broken record to Eddie's ears. "He needs a proper family. He needs to be surrounded by people who can take care of him. He needs stability, and peace of mind, and to not fear that he'll end up alone in a strange city."

Eddie looks at his mother and wonders, not for the first time in his life, when she last thought about what Eddie himself needs. He doesn't blame her for her worry for Christopher (that, he understands, fully and wholeheartedly), but a tiny corner of his heart wishes, just once, that she would look at him and ask about what he needs. What he wants.

"I think I know better than you what my own son needs, mom." Helena opens her mouth at that, bristling, outrage pouring out of her every pore. Eddie cuts her off before she can say anything though. "And he won't end up alone. I gave up my job, remember? The one thing I did that made me feel like I mattered, even a little bit. I gave that up so that Chris wouldn't fear for my life anymore, and you know where that got me? Nowhere, and miserable, and with a child who feels unnecessarily guilty because of it."

"Yes, well, if you'd have just-" Helena starts, her nose turned up.

But Eddie's not done yet. "As for the other stuff... Chris had a mom. And she might be dead, and she might not have been there for him for the last few years of her life, but Chris loves her still, and I'm not going to try and replace her in his heart with someone else. He doesn't need it, doesn't want it. And I don't want that for him, either."

Helena scoffs at that, rolls her eyes like Eddie knew she would. "Christopher is a child, Eddie. A special one, a smart one, but still very much a child. He doesn't know yet what he wants, or what he needs."

And that, that right there, the way she robs his son of his agency, the way she still treats him like he's a baby who's incapable of doing anything for himself, who can't even think for himself... That pisses Eddie off more than anything in the world. "No offence, mom?" he says through clenched teeth, trying his damnedest not to let all his building fury shine through. "But that's exactly the kind of attitude on your part that made it as easy as breathing to change my will."

That shuts her up, but only for a startled second. She blinks, taken aback. "I'm sorry?"

Another time, maybe Eddie might have felt some modicum of guilt over his decision to cut his parents out of his will where raising Christopher is concerned. Another time, maybe Eddie would have planned exactly how and when he’d tell his family about it. Right now, he doesn't care. Not even a little bit. "If I were to die tomorrow,” he squares his shoulders, looks his mother in her eyes, “it's not you and dad that's gonna get guardianship over Chris."

You could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows his statement, and Eddie would like to say he feels smug. He doesn't. He only feels sort of empty inside, his anger, a supernova at first, having burned itself out for now, and for a moment, he considers standing up, going to the kitchen and getting himself a beer.

And then, in a soft, harsh whisper, Helena asks, "Who?"

Eddie sighs, leans back into the couch. Closes his eyes for a second and prays for strength. "It doesn't matter who, mom. It doesn't matter," he insists when she opens her mouth again. "As long as I'm alive and kicking. The point is that Chris has a good life here, a stable one. He's going to school, and he has friends, and he likes his teachers. He has family here, both blood related and chosen, that he can rely on for anything, if there's something I can't help him with myself. He doesn't need to be uprooted again just because you don't like or agree with the choices I've made."

He stands up then, because honestly? As far as he's concerned, the conversation is over, he’s said all he wants to say on the matter. And he does move towards the kitchen this time, because he really, really needs a drink.

"It's that boy."

Eddie closes his eyes. Breathes in, breathes out.

"Isn't it?" Helena spits where she's still sitting on Eddie's coffee table. "That friend of yours that's always around, even when he has no business to be. The one who, even right now, is God knows where with my grandson."

Eddie doesn't turn to face her, but he does open his eyes again. His head hurts. "Buck is always around because we want him around,” he says, and Helena doesn’t know him well enough (as much as she likes to think she does) to read how much he means by it. Even in his darkest, lowest moments, there has never been a day since he arrived in LA and settled at the 118, that he hasn’t wanted Buck in his life. “And he's been there for me and Chris more than you could possibly understand."

Helena huffs in what is probably disbelief, and Eddie finally turns halfway to look at her. “Oh, I think I understand, alright,” she sneers, standing up, gearing up to what is probably the tongue-lashing of Eddie’s life.

Except.

Except Eddie’s done.

Well and truly done. “It was nice seeing you, mom,” he says, with a finality he never thought himself capable of using against either of his parents. “But I’m sure you and dad have things to get back to back home.”

And with that, he turns away one last time, and heads for his fridge.

#911 fox #eddie diaz #helena diaz #buckley diaz family #buddie #(only vaguely alluded to)#911 #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #911fic #on ao3 #i wrote the first one...#probably the day before we found out #that eddie's going to go to Texas himself #or thereabouts #still i couldn't get this out of my head. so #unexpected visits and unwelcome opinions (Diaz Style)

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i just journalled about it but im still kinda irritated. like i genuinely think that youre just annoyed at me for trying to have my life together, for having work and doing uni and that our parents are happy about that. its not really my fault that i made that choice? like its not my fault youre insecure about that. in the samr way its not your fault im insecure about my social life. hm. interesting

im still going to resent you for that. i dont really know how to stop it. maybe my psych could help with that.

idk

little things bother me. like you being fine being friendly with my ex because its 'just the way you are' well me being argumentative and temperamental is JUST THE WAY I AM. but god forbid i get (rightfully) annoyed at you for being flakey and unreliable, and i am so fucking evil for that. are you serious?

ive been like this forever and now all of the sudden you cant handle it. okay fine. fine. the last few months ive been slowly coming to terms with the fact that our relationship is going to have to have a massive shift. like massive in the fact that it cant really exist anymore. its not possible for us to be close without us both getting seriously triggered and upset at the other. so we stop hanging out and talking as much and its solved. literally how gross and pathetic, like all those toxic siblings we hear about and feel bad for.

ideally i could just move out and i wont have to deal with any of your weird energy at all. but its just so annoying being at home, even when we dont really see eachother or even talk, because your constant avoidant energy just seeps out everywhere. i notice it because youre always so quick to rush out and get away from the house. like we all fucking get it, you hate us all and dont wanna be around us. grow tf up. learn how to communicate your problems with people and cop the reaction from it. i learnt a long time ago.

its funny cause the more you try to avoid something, the more that problem grows. you dont want me to be angry and irritated at you, and the fact that youre avoiding makes me more irritated. you do realise that, right? i mean, i told you. i thought we made a breakthrough but youre still acting like a child.

is that why? do you feel like a child? do you feel immature because of what im doing with my life? is that the insecurity for you?

its annoying for me to have to sit here and overanalyse shit because you fail to communicate this stuff with me. i tried to have an adult conversation with you and you get so uncomfortable and avoidant. for the first time i feel like the therapist.

remind me to never trust your advice again. remember what happened with the taurus? to be fair you helped me confront the issue with him. but he completely gaslit me and you were like yea hes right, you were in the wrong. girl?

atp i have to treat myself as an only child now. because i certainly cant come to you with anything anymore. its not like youd come to me! and im actually open and trying to be here for you. how sad is that. its actually so sad. like the fear of abandonment do be coming true and it really do be the ones closest to you. and how is it always the youngest? the same thing happened with con and maeve. like how could you just dog your family like that.

i was and still am genuinely concerned that shes falling into a depression again but im just gonna put faith in and pray to god that her friends are actually there for her and providing her with the love and support she needs (if that was the case). at the very least she has her friends.

and back to square one for me. i have me myself and i, like always.

the thing i need to work on is being more appreciative of her, and the little things she does to be there for me. even if its not what i want or need or asked for. i have to grateful. i am grateful for my sister. i will put my pride aside and be the bigger person like i was earlier today. i know i hurt her and im sorry and i am grateful for her making time for me in her busy busy life. think about the slay it girls kylie and kendall. it took them till their mid 20s to reach a stable place as sisters. perhaps it will just take some more time.

its worth the wait. (thanks chan)

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Out For Blood

"I see no warning signs; I gotta fight that beast inside; Oh, gonna take 'em right down; Till I'm dying out loud."

"Out For Blood" by Valley of Wolves

The next day, Mia was up bright and early as she secretly dreaded her shift, but was fortunate to think that things went by quickly as her job was fast-paced as it made things seem like they went by quicker.

She entered the bedroom to see Michael sound asleep, laying on his back with one arm draped over his stomach and the other behind his head. She smiled at the sight in front of her, glad that Michael could rest now without the restraints of Smith Grove or intrusive medications to make him sleep.

She then moved to his side of the bed, sitting down on the mattress and gently tracing his beard with her hand, cupping his cheek. He awoke slowly, taking a deep breath before focusing his gaze on her, giving her a weak smile as it was clear he was still tired from the day before (and last night's festivities...).

"You don't have to take Ella to school today." She reminded him.

"I wasn't going to anyway." He huffed.

"You better not let her be skipping school too!"

"No... It's Sunday. She doesn't go to school on Sunday." He replied, both of them chuckling at his sly little jokes.

"I'm glad you remembered." She giggled.

"I might be old, but I'm not stupid. Forgetful? Yeah."

"Oh, no need to remind me." She scoffed playfully, going to stand up when Michael pulled her down by her wrist, smirking at the shriek that escaped her lips. He then spooned her and buried his face in her neck, loving the smell of the lotion she would put on in the morning, smelling of coconut. "Michael, I need to get up."

"It's only six-thirty. You don't have to be at work until eight. You get up too early for no reason."

"Because I like to be on time!" She laughed.

"You'll be alright for just a few minutes." He replied, kissing her shoulder before moving the comforter over her, sharing his warmth with her.

She huffed in defeat, reaching for his phone to set an alarm as her phone was still in the bathroom as she got ready, keeping track of the time — and also knowing it only took her roughly thirty minutes to get to work from their house, so she really didn't understand why she got up so early. "I'm surprised you can get up with just one alarm." She commented.

"Yeah, I don't need one for every five minutes like you do."

She rolled her eyes playfully, knowing he was right. "Are you working today?"

"No. Simon doesn't work on Sunday's. You know, how every job should be — off on weekends."

"I agree on that. I should be off next weekend so we can take Ella trick-or-treating."

"I hope you are."

"I think I am. Unless someone else calls out."

"Well, I guess that just sucks for them, huh?"

"I guess so," She smiled, bringing the edge of the comforter up to her nose. "You're so warm." She commented, exhaling a chill from her body.

He hummed in response, rubbing her arm with his thumb as he held her, using the brief moments of peace and quiet to be one with each other.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Corey was confused regarding his whereabouts when he slowly awoke, seeing that he was nestled behind a wall of square bales in a barn, his body's natural heat colliding with the loose hay on the floor, surprisingly keeping him warm throughout the cold Montana night. Rubbing his eyes of sleep, he winced as his left palm began to throb as he truly hated when a cut was healing.

That, and dirt from the night before had gotten into the sutures.

Using his thumb to swipe at the healing wound, he was startled as he heard an adult man clear his throat from a distance. Shit.

"Daddy? Where are we going?" He heard a small child ask.

"I thought you were going to feed your horse?" He heard the man ask.

"But she eats this?"

"Yes, along with her grain."

Corey then heard fumbling throughout the room and a slight squeak - a cart.

"Okay, take some of that alfalfa and put it in here, then grab three flakes of regular hay. I already cut the twine off of the bale for you."

"But daddy, that stuff is itchy." Ella complained.

Michael chuckled, "Hay is always itchy. That's why I made sure you're wearing your jacket so it doesn't scratch you. Your gloves are in your pockets."

He grinned at her as she nodded, finding the confidence to take her father's advice without any argument as she watched him point to the alfalfa, counting aloud at the flakes she needed to grab while Michael grabbed flakes of the regular hay, deciding that he always wanted to help her instead of letting her do things herself.

A part of him didn't want her to grow up, nor did he want her to fully grow confident in herself as he always wanted her to rely on him in a way. She was his absolute world and he wanted to do everything he could to be there for her.

"Is that it, daddy?"

"For hay, yes. Then we have to get the grain. I got a special grain for Peanut where she's young, so I'll let you feed her like you've been doing for the last couple of days."

"Really? I can show you how I feed her, daddy! I think she likes me!"

"I don't doubt it," He chuckled. "Go on, then. Show me how you'd feed the horses."

"Okay, daddy."

Corey heard the man chuckle at his daughter, hearing more movement throughout the barn before it got quiet, hearing a faint 'The horses are packing extra energy today. That's weird.' from outside the barn as, in fact, the horses were still erratic from Corey's presence.

Just Michael hadn't noticed it yet...

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Later that same evening, Michael sat at the kitchen table, reading the local newspaper as Ella sat next to him, playing with the toy horses Mia had gotten her recently on the table, clinking the horse's hooves together against the wood of the table. "Daddy?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"I forgot to feed Peanut. Can I go feed her?" She asked, her eyes looking up at him.

He chuckled softly at the horse's name as if it was something funny to him. Out of all names, she chooses that he thought. "It's almost seven, Ella. You were supposed to feed her when we were out earlier doing chores." He reminded as they had agreed to feed Peanut in the morning and in the evening considering she was a young horse.

"I-I know, but I forgot," Ella frowned. "But I can do it myself now. You and Mommy taught me exactly what to feed her at night!" She said with confidence. Michael had to admit, Ella was a spitting image of her mother, even with her personality. In a way, he was grateful that Ella didn't take any features from Michael as he didn't want her to be labeled as "The Devil's Child". Hell, he and Mia had heard enough of that while she was pregnant with Ella. "Can I, daddy? Please?"

Michael looked out of the window, seeing that the sun had set, but there was plenty of enough daylight left as another Autumn day had closed. He desperately didn't want his little girl outside by herself, but he knew that Ella always got her way when it came to asking permission from her father as she was, in fact, his little girl. And he didn't hide it when it came to spoiling her. His gaze outside was distracted by her little hand tapping his. "Please, please? I'm a big girl!" She pleaded. "You let me feed her this morning by myself!"

Michael chuckled, "You're far from that, sweetheart. And I was with you when you fed her this morning by yourself. Are you sure you want to go and feed her right now?"

"Yes. Peanut waits on me to come and feed her."

Michael looked back out the window to see the young horse patiently waiting at the gate, Harlow and Lilo standing nearby with a hind leg propped and a bottom lip drooped. "You're right. She is waiting on you."

"Now you owe me ice cream!"

"Woah, woah, I don't remember ice cream ever being mentioned!" He chuckled at the girl's bargaining.

"But you just said it," Ella giggled, watching her father soften his features in front of her. If she only knew how much she meant to him. "Please?"

"Your momma will kill me if you get lost." He joked, finding every reason to not let her go by herself.

"She will be proud of me. Momma tells me that if I want to be a cowgirl, I have to learn to do things myself and not depend on a boy."

She's got that right he chuckled to himself. I've got my hands full with this one when she gets older.

"Your momma is right, but your daddy doesn't want you to grow up just yet."

Ella pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the table in front of her as a brief silence fell between her and her father.

Hearing Michael huff, he finally spoke, "You going to go feed her or not?"

"Really?" She smiled.

"Yes, but don't you think I won't be watching you make sure you feed her right." He said, hiding the fact that he was severely overprotective of his little girl.

"I know what she eats."

"And don't open the gate, just put her food through the fence, okay? I don't want you in there by yourself with a young horse and two other ones."

"Okay, daddy."

"Here, it's chilly outside. Put on your coat. Your boots are at the door," He said, standing up to get her coat from the hanger. "The barn light is on. Do you remember how to turn it off?"

"Yes, but I'm scared..."

"Why're you scared, sweetheart?"

"What if the boogeyman is in there?"

The boogeyman is scared to come around me Michael thought, regarding his own nickname. "You don't have to worry about that. I won't let anything happen to you. How about this: I'll go get Peanut's hay and grain and I'll put her in the round pen and set her food just outside the gate and then you can go and feed her, okay?"

"Okay. Will you have my ice cream waiting on me when I get back?"

He smirked, kneeling down to help her button her coat, "Maybe. You know you're not supposed to have sweets before you go to bed."

"Yes, but you do it!"

This child is always calling me out he huffed.

"Well see, I'm old. I need sweets so I don't wake up in knots." He chuckled.

"I know you're old, daddy, but you eat sweets all the time!"

"You don't ever see me in knots, do you?" He raised a brow.

Ella looked to the floor, "I guess not..."

"That's what I thought," He chuckled. "Alright, go put on your boots and wait for me at the door. I'll come back in here so you can go and feed her all by yourself like the big girl you are. It shouldn't take you but a couple of minutes."

"Okay, daddy." Ella smiled, her cheeks red with excitement as she did as she was told, waiting at the door and watching Michael walk into the barn, which wasn't far from the house at all. In fact, it was a similar distance to having a toolshed in your backyard. She watched as he put Peanut's hay and alfalfa, as well as a bucket of grain in a cart, pulling it behind him to the round pen and leaving it next to the gate before grabbing the halter and lead rope that had been hanging on the post before walking towards the horse's paddock, Peanut being the first one to greet him at the gate as she was still idle in the same position. Ella watched as Michael put the filly in the round pen, patting her neck as he removed the halter from the filly's head before exiting and wrapping the chain attached to the gate around the post, securing the filly in the round pen.

"Okay, sweetheart, she's ready for you to feed her."

Ella jumped, clapping her hands with excitement, "I'll be right back!"

"Don't forget your other boot," He chuckled, pointing at the pink rubber boot that was laying at the door, the other on her foot.

"Sorry, daddy. I won't be long!"

"Will you be gone long enough for me to put your ice cre- I mean popcorn in a bowl?" He corrected himself, Ella giggling.

"So I am getting ice cream?!"

"Hmm, I don't recall saying anything about it."

She laughed, "You just did, daddy!"

"I will," He smiled, kissing the top of her head before she ran to the front door to slip on her remaining rubber boot. "Better be right back so I can tell your mom how much you're growing up."

She nodded, tucking her pajama pants into her boots before unlocking the front door, smiling at her father before exiting the house.

If he only knew that this was the last time he was going to see her...

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