Author’s Note: WHAT’S UP GUYS!!! Now that I have successfully survived midterms, I have returned. During a study break, I was scrolling through and I saw an ask on my feed that I just had to write about. So with the blessing of the absolutely fantastic @bucky-plums-barnes (love ya😘😘), I turned one of her Fluffy Friday scenarios into a fic. I hope you guys enjoy!! :)
Summary: “Bucky returning home form a mission, tired, but refuses to let you get up during the night with the newborn because he knows you need your sleep.”
Other Characters: None
Warnings: A little self doubt/anxiety and extreme fluff
Hey regarding that quote "if Carlisle was the soul of our family, then Esme was the heart" what parts of the family do you think the other Cullens (including Bella who is probably going to fall into a role too after the events of BD) are?
I think Emmett’s the ‘sense of humor’ (the funny bone, I guess, if we are trying to go with a body part theme here, but I think I’ll have to abandon that pretty quickly). I think the Cullens really really really needed an angst-free, Hakuna Matata type in their family. Most of them probably don’t even realize how much they need Emmett or what a value service he provides in the family by keeping them all from taking themselves too seriously.
I think Jasper’s the logic or strategy. Carlisle’s very smart, but he’s defined by his compassion and tends towards idealism in some ways–not wanting to kill James, not wanting to kill the newborns, etc. They need someone like Jasper who can take a cool, detached look at the situation and offer that counter perspective.
Rosalie I brings a challenge, I guess? Carlisle has this idea he was ‘saving’ people and Rosalie is a challenge to that. They feel like they are living a good, almost-human life and Rosalie reminds them how it’s actually not that great. This sounds antagonistic but I think it’s also helpful, she keeps them from falling into a rut or congratulating themselves too much. And she’s also fiercely loyal. I sort of imagine her as one of those people who might critique and complain from inside the family, but she’s be the first to defend them (okay, maybe not Edward :P) if anyone outside the family started talking crap.
Edward, ugh, I don’t know. Edward’s hard because SM tried to write him to be the ~perfect lover~ and he becomes such the center of the narrative that it’s harder to get a sense of what things are normally like in the family when it’s not revolving around him. And then he apparently becomes an optimist in BD, which is different than what he was before. Maybe he, ironically given Jasper’s talent, is sort of the ‘emotional’ center of the family? The others seem fairly consistent in their emotions–Carlisle’s calm, Esme’s warmth and love, Alice’s cheerfulness, Rosalie’s anger, etc. But Edward is mercurial, he is full of moodswings and emotional rollercoasters, and Jasper would pick up on these, and might project them to the rest of the family on certain occasions? IDK.
Alice is all about foresight. She’s their own personal Cassandra, except her curse is that they believe her too readily sometimes. She’s not often wrong but her prophecies are sometimes misinterpreted. I also think she is kind of a tether to modernity. She doesn’t remember her human life, so she has no particular affection for “the way things used to be” and so is perhaps more ready to embrace what’s new than some of the others?
Bella’s hard to say, because again we see her at such an extraordinary time in her life. But I like to think she’ll become sort of the family ‘cheerleader.’ As a human she often talked about, in her internal narration, about how amazing the various Cullens were and how what they did was, in her eyes, so noble etc. It would be nice to think that as she grows more comfortable with them all and more a part of the family she might open up and TELL them these things, rather than just think them. Tell Carlisle that she can’t imagine that his God isn’t impressed by his efforts; tell Jasper not to beat himself up because he went through Hell and came out a better person; tell Esme that she’s the kind of mother she had always wished Renee had been with her and how she hopes to be with Renesmee, etc.
“can you fuck off already sans undertale?? yeah it’s swell and all that I was promised to you by my mom when I was a newborn but do you really need to come by here everyday and repeat that same phrase??? god you’re such a dickface.”
Anon asked: hi!! could you maybe write an imagine where you follow anakin to the dark side because you just love him too much but you must protect your kids from it since you know they are Force sensitive and you want them to be good? he feels betrayed but then goes to the light again to stay with his family (lots of fluff)? pls take your time, there’s no rush! and love your imagines :) x
“We will be unstoppable, my love. The children will be safe from harm and our love will fuel our reign,” Anakin tells you, kissing your lips with a new found side to him.
You had followed him to the dark side. You knew it was wrong, it was terrible. But, you loved him too much to let him go. Plus, you had two newborn twins who needed their father. You hope your decision wouldn’t fail you.
Two months later, you regretted everything. Anakin has changed. He pushed you aside, but only came to you when he needed you to satisfy him. He showed no attention to the twins. You needed to leave. You knew Anakin would beg you to stay with him and he’d promise you he’d change. But that would be a lie.
That night when he came into your bedroom, the twins were asleep and your stuff was packed. You had previously called Coruscant and called for a rescue ship. Currently, Obi Wan was on the way to get you.
“Darling, the day has been dreadful. Palpatine has been putting off the construction of our project. I feel as if I’m been pushed aside,” he tells you. You almost laugh at the irony because that’s what Anakin was doing to you. He grips his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. “But, I know I have you to look forward to.” He connects your lips, immediately trying to get to you react back to him. He starts to kiss down you neck, leaving small love bites down your neck. Just then he stops. “Why are your bags packed?” he asks, his tone nervous.
“Anakin, we need to talk. I need to leave with the children. It’s not safe for them here. I know they are force sensitive. They cannot be surrounded by the dark side. I don’t want them here. Regarding you, you don’t seem to car about them anymore. Or me for that matter. You only come to me when you need love or sex and I’m sick of it,” you explain, his letting go of your waist.
“No, you can’t leave. You and the children are my life. I have no purpose without you guys. I can train them and show them the ways of the force. We can make it work, (Y/N). Don’t betray me,” he pleads.
You scoff. “I didn’t betray you Anakin. You betrayed me. You betrayed the light side. You betrayed your brothers. I’m sorry, Anakin. I love you, but I cannot be with you any more.” You grab your children and the bags.
“You are betraying me, (Y/N)! How could you!” he bellows. You ignore him, trying to keep your composure. “Don’t leave me here, (Y/N)!”
You turn around before leaving. “Goodbye, Anakin.”
It has been three months without him. It was a miserable life without him. Your heart craved him and beats for him.
The twins were growing up without a father and that broke our heart.
But something was about to happen that day that would change the game forever. You sensed it.
As you suspected, a ship landed and a familiar figure walked off the ship.
“(Y/N)?” he called out. Your heart raced. You ran down the stairs and onto the landing platform.
“Anakin?” you look. He stood there in his Jedi robes, smiling at you. “Anakin!” You run into his arms. You push your lips on his.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I couldn’t leave you. Not being with you or the children was tearing me apart day by day. I need you. All three of you. I’m so sorry. I’m back and here to stay. Forever.”
Well, I guess I was giving Benedict and his team more credit than they were due… I went to bed yesternight thinking they had thought better of it and decided not to go for the Father’s Day pap-op.
I thought the fact that the weather didn’t help worked to their advantage and he wouldn’t make a fool of himself yet again…
Boy was I wrong!
Benedict pushing an empty pram on the Heath? - Check!
On Father’s day? - Check!
Leaving Ursula out of the picture because her image doesn’t sell? - Check!
Not carrying any of the baby paraphernalia a newborn needs? - Check!
Benedict looking like he’s lost another 5 kilos since we last saw him? - Check!
The picture is taken by a professional photographer that can’t be linked (at least not yet) to the pap agency they have used numerous times in the past? - Check!
Benedict looking up like he just heard the click of the shutter so that he’ll be recognised? - Check!
The picture is uploaded on social media with the tag “Sherlock” to at least make it look like they weren’t baiting us? - Check!
As soon as it’s circulated on Tumblr, “nannies” police the photographer to take it down? - Check!
I guess we’ll be getting a full paparazzi set of pictures to complement this sole sighting within the week…. After all, the king of performing monkeys cannot possibly step out of his home without paparazzi stalking his every move! Isn’t that the narrative they’ve been pushing?
Also, could someone please explain to me how come nobody managed to get a single sneaky shot of Benedict during the past week? He’s been going to rehearsals all week long, right? Nobody spotted him around town? Nobody spotted him at the Barbican? Nobody spotted him in his neighbourhood? No paparazzi were standing outside his door waiting for him to come out?
Funny how he manages to escape the public eye while actually working (needing to remain focused) and how he manages to draw everyone’s attention even from 2 stories up while he’s pushing an empty pram on the Heath…
You know, I’m really glad that Benedict can live his life like a normal person, without the media wanting to get every glimpse of him and his family. After all the madness that was the Awards Season he truly deserves to spend a lot of time far away from the cameras and with his loved ones, especially because of this new part of his life called parenthood.
“Just… Think about it okay?” Justin and I are back in my bedroom and he sits on my floor folding a few towels and placing them precariously into a big cardboard box.
“Nonnie I’m really not down with that” he tells me with a shake to his dread riddled head,
“Jay, I’ll take a month off for when the baby comes an-”
“and then what Rhiannon? Leave me with the kid? You don’t think a newborn needs its mom?”
“You’re being so dramatic you don’t understand tha-”
“that you don’t care about our baby?”
“How dare you-”
“It’s true though isn’t it? The vibes you give off they’re nothing compared to Gigi’s!”
“You can read vibes now? Huh? You can feel people’s emotions?” He rolls his eyes and my hands tighten into fists.
“I am not Gigi. We’re completely different people so yeah Justin we’re going to have some differing opinions”
“But she’s a mother! And you’re going to be too! So I don’t understand why you can’t just-”
“can’t just wha?!” I goad and his face twists with pent up frustration and distress.
“It’s a tour Justin! Not a fucking death sentence!” The room is silent save for the mouth breather of a camera man who had been focused intently on our argument.
“When are you going to grow up Rhiannon?”
“Excuse me?” Justin paces back and forth across my room and watching him makes me semi nauseous.
“Last year with the engagement, Cameron, moving in with me, and now the baby! It’s like you don’t want to grow up!" My cheeks turn red with anger and my eyes start to water before I find my voice.
"I didn’t have a childhood!” I blurt it and I think the words surprise the two of us because it’s silent for a few moments before I continue.
“When did I ever get to be a kid? By the time my mom and dad adopted me I had to focus on school because I never thought that my music career would take off! Then I met you an-”
“And it’s my fault huh? My fault that you got a deal with the label, my fault that you became a fucking millionaire at what 17?”
“I didn’t say that! I love my life but sometimes I just feel like I’m running out of time, that I’m wanting to do all of these things!”
“You can’t do things with the baby and I?”
“Stop putting words into my mouth, just stop okay Justin?” A sharp, distracting pain pulses throughout my abdomen and I have to take a deep breathe to recover. Then I’m zooming around the room, in and out of my closet filling an overnight bag with clothes.
“What are you doing?” He asks trying to place his hands over mine, trying to stop me from from zipping the bag closed.
“Justin, stop it I’m so fucking serious right now okay?” He’s was stronger than me and with a growl he pushes my bag to the floor.
“You asshole!” I scream and he looks unapologetic,
“What are you doing?” He repeats and as I bend down to get my bag another pain shoots throw my abdomen and radiates to my back.
“We’re fighting. I hate fighting with you so I’m going to go to my parents place… Or do I need your permission for that too?”
“So you’re going to just what run away from this?”
“I’m not running away! How is it running away if you know where the fuck to find me?” I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder before walking out of my room and down to Kylie’s. Kylie sits on her bed with Rakim both laughing at a video on her phone. As I walk in the my both look up at me,
“What’s good Rhi?” Rakim greets and I wave at him and blush.
“Nice to see you with clothes on Rocky, may I borrow Kylie?” Kylie smiles and hops off the bed, frowning when she’s close enough to study my face.
“Rhi are you okay?” Before I can answer Justin slams the door to my bedroom and storms out past us with his keys jingling in hand.
“Come on I’ll drive you” he says shortly and not wanting to fight in front of Kylie I let him stomp past us and down the stairs.
“Is everything alright?” Kylie asks and I shake my head and look upwards to keep my tears at bay,
“Um. Do you want to come with me to my parent’s for a few days?” She nods quickly and takes a hold of one of my hands.
“Let me pack up and drive there a little later on?”
“You’re the best King" she squeezes my hand,
"Everything is going to be alright Rhi.” I want to believe her with all of my heart. My stomach gives another painful lurch and I head downstairs.
Justin is in the Audi with his sunglasses on and his mouth pressed into a tight line. I tap on the trunk so he’ll open it and within seconds it springs open and my duffle goes inside.
“Justin. I’m not running. I just don’t want either of us to say anything that we’ll regret” his hands grip the steering wheel as he zips out of the driveway.
“Everything that comes out of my mouth is the truth so the only things that I’ll regret are the words I don’t say” his voice is low and cryptic and I can tell that I won’t be out of the metaphorical dog house any time soon.
“We don’t have to decide today…” I try to cover his hand with mine over the gearshift but he jerks it away as if I’ve burned him.
“We don’t have to decide anything babe, you already figured this shit out on your own.” The car goes silent and the hour and a half ride to my parents house is uncomfortably silent. Every bump in the road causes my nausea to flare and I keep a restful hand on top of my abdomen. I just need some ibuprofen. I think to myself and then look out of the window.
My parent’s car is parked outside and Justin pulls up behind it and kills the engine.
“You need help with your bag?”
“I’ve got it,” but he ignores me and heads to the trunk anyway. I hop out of the car and he has my bag slung over his shoulders, his sunglasses reflecting the hot California sun.
“ How long is this pissed phase going to last” Justin adjusts his glasses and scratches the back of his neck.
“I’m going to hit up the studio, I’ll come around later we’ll go to dinner alright?” Then he leans in to give me a kiss on the cheek and a soft brush to my tummy before hopping back into the car. I dig in my purse for the key but drop it in my haste. Bending over causes a searing pain and I’m winded for a moment, my breathing uneven. While I focus on my breathing the door opens and my dad opens it with a confused smile.