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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 2

Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Everyone had arrived but Derek, at this point you’d assumed he just wasn’t coming but you pushed that thought to the back of your head. You had the pack to think of.

“It’s not fair, you’re taking care of him 24/7!” Jackson whined at you.

You sit the knife on the cutting board and cross your arms. “Oh yeah? Tell that to the gunshot victim lying on my couch. He needs constant care, Jackson.” You lower your voice and walk towards him. “He’s not the same as us, kiddo. You need to remember that.” Jackson was complaining about Stiles getting all of your attention and it had struck a nerve. “If you want attention, do something nice. I don’t give you attention because you’re so hostile to everyone. You can’t just be nice to me and think that it’s okay.” You smile as you place a hand on his shoulder. “Try being nice, Jackson..okay?”

Jackson lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”

He leaves the room and you go back to cooking when you noticed Derek. “Hey.” He smiles.

“Hey, when did you get here?” You smile back.

“Long enough to hear you talking to Jackson. You’re great at this, by the way.”

You shrug, “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Can I talk to you about something?” He walks toward you.

“Yeah, should we go upstairs?” You look up at him. He nods and you lead him upstairs to your bedroom.

“So..Liam imprinted on me this morning. Normally, I would’ve been ecstatic that I’m on my way to becoming a pack father..but I know you’ve already filled the parental spot.”

“That’s impossible.” You cross your arms. “He came over before everyone else and we had a talk. I felt the connection from his imprint on me.”

“You don’t think…?” Derek starts.

“I’ve only heard of it happening once or twice.” You look up at him.

“It’s possible. I’m almost certain Isaac has imprinted too.” Derek watches you carefully.

It’s incredibly rare but sometimes members of the pack can imprint on two people. It usually happens with a husband and wife and not two people who just met, but it happens. When members imprint on two people, the people are drawn towards each other, it’s almost like raising kids together.

“Should we go get Liam and Isaac?” He asks. You nod before sticking your head out the door, you call for them and you hear them bounding up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Isaac asks as he walks in and sits on your bed.

“Did you imprint on Derek?” You ask bluntly.

The both of them look at each other. “It’s not on purpose.” Liam says quietly. He looks sad, like he’s hurt your feelings.

“Hey.” You walk over to him and he looks up at you. “It’s okay. We still have our connection. My feelings aren’t hurt, it’s fine.” You nod reassuringly. Liam wraps his arms around you tightly and you smile. You ruffle his hair and hug him back. “You’re my pup, Dunbar.”

He laughs. “It’s not weird though, right? I mean, I didn’t imprint on you with any intentions.” He says to Derek.

Derek shakes his head and comes to your side. “I get it.” He smiles. Liam exits the room and you can feel his happiness radiating.

“If I’m being honest here, you guys are a hot couple. I mean, we just helped you out.” Isaac smirks, his head propped up on your pillows.

“Isaac up. Now. Don’t act smug about it because you’re embarrassed that you had a connection with a guy.” You walk over and pull him up by his ear.

“Ow ow ow..okay.” He pulls away and rubs his ear. “Sorry. I’m not embarrassed I just don’t want Derek to feel weird about it. You know…because I’m a dude.”

“Oh come on, Isaac. Don’t play the no homo card. That’ll get you kicked out real quickly.” You warn.

“I don’t think it’s weird.” Derek approaches him. “I appreciate that you felt you could come to me. You know I’m always here.” He pats Isaac’s shoulder. You saw how he talked to Isaac and you felt bad. They should’ve imprinted on him in the first place, not you. He’s an amazing father figure.

“Thanks. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to.”

“Isaac are you still staying with Scott?” You look up at the tall boy.

“Yeah, why?” He looks at you.

“Move in with me. I know the whole parent thing is touchy, so just let me handle it okay? You’ll have someone for parent teacher conferences, to sign permission slips…we’ll work something out, yeah?” You smile and take his hand. He looks like he might cry.

“Y/N, I’d love that. You’re a better mother to me than my biological mom.” You hug tightly.

“If it’s not too forward…I could help take care of him.” Derek looks at you. “I could move in, we could get legal custody…” You and Isaac pull away.

“A two-for-one deal?”

You laugh. “Yeah, Isaac. A two-for-one deal. It looks like you just got a new set of parents.”

“I’m going to go talk to Scott.” He smiles and leaves the room.

“I hope you don’t think that was inappropriate…me offering myself up to live with you.” Derek says.

“No, I mean..if we’re going to be pack parents it’s probably better that we are together anyway..” You smile. “Legally adopting Isaac too? That would be amazing.”

“Hey, sorry to change the topic..but I didn’t kiss you last night and I was just really caught up in you..and I hope you didn’t think that was weird because I did want to kiss you.” Derek rambles.

From what Scott has said about him you always thought he’d be kind of grumpy, not insanely adorable and soft. “No, it’s fine.” You smile.

“So, it would be okay if I did this?” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you close to him.

You kiss him back, mumbling against him, “More than okay.”

You kiss gently, nothing was escalating quickly. You hear footsteps and you pull away from him, smiling when you see Lydia enter the room.

“Stiles is being aggressive.” She pouts.

“What else is new?” Derek mutters.

“No, like he said he just wants you. He’s not letting anyone else get near him.”

You glance over your shoulder at Derek before going downstairs to Stiles. “Everybody out. Go out back or upstairs, I don’t care just out of this room.” You watch as everyone scatters. You squat in front of Stiles. “What’s going on?” You press a hand to his forehead, he still has a fever.

“I don’t know..” His voice sounds raspy. “I feel weird. I’m hot and extremely angry.”

You smile, Derek coming into the room with water. He hands it to Stiles. The younger boy sits up, drinking the whole bottle in no time.

You and Derek exchange glances. “Stiles lay back down.” He does as you say and you lift his shirt up where the bullet hole was, only to your surprise, it was gone. No hole, just the thread you’d used to sew stitches.

“Derek can you grab me the scissors?” You ask and he nods, going to retrieve them.

“Stiles, have you been feeling better?” You watch him closely as he nods. Derek returns with the scissors and you cut the stitches out and examine the area. Absolutely no sign of a gunshot wound.

“Is it possible you got bit?” You ask him quietly.

“I mean..I guess it’s always possible. Look who I surround myself with.” He responds.

“The bullet could’ve been laced in something.” Derek pipes up.

“That’s true. You were shot by another pack…”

“Wait, does that mean I’m a werewolf?” Stiles sits up immediately.

“It could..” Derek says and you stand up, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.

“Scott!” You yell, knowing that wherever he’s gone he can still here you. He runs into the house quickly. “What’s up?”

“I think Stiles is turning.” You turn and look at him, sensing Stiles’ panic.

2

There are so many to chose from, so I thought I’d make this. 

They will be split up in to ships, and then into six other categories. So, here we go! The other ships will be on other posts, but when they’re done, I’ll link em.

Lams (John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton)

Modern AUs

Something They Can Never Take Away by a_mind_at_work  (@undiscoveredstory here on tumblr)

Word Count: 65,524 (WIP)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?

Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend. 


i saw the whole story unwind by pocky_slash ( @fourteenacross here on tumblr)

Word Count: 132,888 (complete)

Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining.
(AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)

Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it. 


Wine and Dine by UpsideAround (wont let me tag, here’s a link)

Word Count: 17,372 (complete) 

Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.

Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful. 


In Pursuit of Happiness by theother51 (can’t find them on here, if you know em, tag em)

Word Count: 70,290 (complete) 

Summary: Squabble (v.) - to quarrel noisily over a trivial matter.
“Alexander and John squabbled over who should get the last box of Cool Markers in the store.”

Personal Comment: Hamilton, Laurens, teachers; arguing over markers. I rest my case. There is nothing more to say, than, read this goddamn fic. 

Fix it AUs


A Complete, Unmatched Set by triedunture (it wouldn’t let me tag them; so here’s a link http://stuffimgoingtohellfor.tumblr.com) – Contains more than just lams, (eliza/alex & john/eliza) but still.

Word Count: 10,187 (complete)

Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.

Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.


Other AUs


We are powerless by Sammyy (I can’t find their tumblr, but if they have one, feel free to tag them) 

Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way) 

Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting.
“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!”
People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.” 

Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.


Historical Fics

Apple by Madtom_Publius (Can’t find them here, if you know them tag em)

Word Count: 1,602 (complete, one shot)

Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective. 

Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.


Ocular by iniquiticity (can’t tag, here’s a link!

Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye
He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.

Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again. 


Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!! 

Driving Lessons

This little thing was inspired by something a friend said. Set in season 11, sort of. Daddy!Mulder story, some fluff. To make up for the angst yesterday. 

“We can take Scully’s – I mean Dana’s car. You can drive to the grocery store and-” Mulder mentally ticks off items of his list. He, unlike Scully, is not used to this. Not only has to make sure he’s packed everything he needs, no, he has to make sure this child – their son – is well taken care of in the few days they’ll be gone. This is the first out of town case since Will came to stay with them and for some reason all the responsibility lies with him this time. Scully should have figured this was a bad idea.

“But… I don’t know how to drive.” Will, a tall, lanky boy with reddish brown hair, Scully’s eyes and nose, stares up at him, shyly. He’s trying to brush away a few strands of hair that fall into his eyes making him blink furiously. Boy needs a haircut, Mulder thinks. He has so many things to learn, he realizes and sighs, making Will squirm.

“Sorry, I never – my parents – I mean my…” Now it’s Will who sighs in frustration. Mulder, and not for the first time, wonders if the boy is too old to be pulled into a hug. Or if Mulder is still too much of a stranger to do it.

“I thought with growing up on a farm that maybe you'd…”

“I just turned 16,” Will reminds him as if his birthday was something Mulder could have forgotten two days after it happened, “and there never was… with the disease no one and uhm, then I got here and you didn’t uhm. Yeah.”

“So you don’t know how to drive?”

“No.”

“That's… bad.” Will chuckles and nods. Mulder’s mental list goes up in flames; they need a new plan. He considers calling Scully, but knowing her she would call the whole thing off if William has no means of transportation when they’re gone. She didn’t want to take the case in the first place. They need to take it, though. They haven’t told Will yet, but it concerns his late parents. They need to do this.

“I’ll call Skinner and ask him to take you in. You can bring your bike to his place and-”

“What about Daggoo?” That damn dog. Sleeping there in the corner, his ears twitching as if having heard his name.

“Well…” That’s another problem.

“You said I could stay here.” Sometimes, even at 16 years old, William still sounds like a little boy. Right after they took him in, after the demise of his adoptive parents, Scully told him that Will, his son, could pout just as well as he could. Usually they both knew how to work that pout to their advantage. Seeing it now, coupled with Scully’s eyes, Mulder knows he’d do anything the kid asked him to do.

“I did, yeah. This is just really…”

“Bad, yeah. You said that. I’m sure there’s enough food here anyway.”

“What if there’s an emergency?”

“I could take the bike. The next neighbors are only 7 miles away.” Only 7 miles. Mulder is pretty sure that was one of the reasons why he wanted this house so badly when they moved here. The next neighbors are 7 miles away, Scully, we have all of this to ourselves. That was before they had their son back. Before there were more people – and a dog – to consider.

“That’s crazy, Will.” And just like that Mulder has an idea. It’s crazy, yes, and Scully would never approve, no, but he won’t tell her. Neither will Will, he is sure of it.

“You have an idea, don’t you?” The boy asks warily but unable to keep his lips from going upwards in a smile.

“I do, my son. I do.”

*

Mulder hardly ever tells her so but Scully is not a good driver. She drives too fast, she is prone to road rage and she can’t parallel park for the life of her. Their son, it turns out, takes after her in that respect.

“Just hit the pedal carefully, Will.” Mulder tells him in an even voice, his ears ringing. He’s going to have whiplash if Will brakes like that ever again and then he’ll have to tell Scully about this. He’ll have to anyway eventually but he’d prefer not to do if before a four hour flight.

“I thought I did.” The boy’s tongue peeks out in full concentration as he holds the wheel in a death grip. He puts his foot down on the gas pedal and the car jumps a little. Will grumbles something unintelligibly and tries again. This time the car rolls very carefully.

“Ha!” Mulder claps his hand together. “You did it, Will! That’s it!” The boy grins and the car moves faster.

“Take a turn there,” Mulder tells him, “Don’t forget to use the blinker.”

“There’s no one here.”

“Don’t forget to use the blinker.” Mulder repeats and a moment later the soft clucking of the blinker can be heard as Will rounds the corner on a deserted road.

“This is fun.” Will tells him and if there’s one thing Mulder has learned about his son in the months he’s come to live with them it’s that he can’t lie. If the boy hates something, it’s written on his face in bold letters, sung in every syllable of his words.

“You still need to take Driver’s Ed, you know.”

“I know. You think Dana will let me drive her car?” Of course Scully has the better car. Mulder’s is old; the FBI refused to give him a new one. Which, with his track record, makes sense.

“Once you have your license, sure.”

“Nice. We should listen to some music.”

“No, Will. Concentrate on the road.” A small huff but Will does as he’s told. He’s a good kid and Mulder thanks whatever deity that his son grew up like this; safe and loved.

“Oh we’re back already.” Will sounds disappointed as he brings the car to a stop. He turns to Mulder, a bright sparkle in his eyes. “Can we go again? Please? Just one more time?” Mulder knows he needs to pack. Where is your tooth brush, Mulder? Why do you always forget to pack your tooth brush? He can hear Scully already; if it’s not his tooth brush, it’ll be something else. He should take care of all the other things Scully told him about while she’s in the city terminating the lease for her apartment finally. But this is the first time he’s taught his son something; his son now knows how to start a car, drive without crashing into a tree and then park – also without crashing into anything else. Just because of him. Because he taught him how to drive.

“Sure, Will. One more time.”

Will starts the car and hits the gas pedal; gently this time and Mulder wonders if maybe, after all, the kid takes after both of them.

A Place to Call Home pt 8

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 5,007

Warnings: language

A/N: The part you’ve all been waiting for is here!! I have to apologize though, it’s not edited because I just finished it and wanted to get it up for you guys tonight. I have to thank @writing-obrien for helping me brainstorm and @thelittlestkitsune for reassuring me that it wasn’t crap. I will get it edited and update it once I do, but for now, here is part 8 of APTCH, I hope you like it!

UPDATE: This has now been edited thanks to the wonderful Lau ( @thelittlestkitsune) and I decided to change the gif to one more fitting even though it may kinda be a spoiler lol. 

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the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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{ five’s company // ch. 22 }

t/w: none!

inbox || masterlist


chapter twenty-two.

month five. You wrote in pretty cursive at the bottom of the polaroid you took this morning. You had gotten into the habit of taking pictures of your progress. Often you took the photo from your phone, but for milestones like these, you asked one of the boys to take a polaroid of you.

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BTS when Yoongi’s sister are really attractive

Seokjin

Seokjin being the only person Yoongi really trusted around you since he trusted his hyung to not do anything creepy, and the fact that he was a perfect gentleman. Seokjin would of course notice that you were attractive, but you were also Yoongi’s sister which in his mind were kinda like being attracted to Yoongi, so he easily ignored your attractive features instead adopting you as an almost daughter even if you were around the same age. You need protection okay!

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“It’s not that I don’t know you are attractive, but you are related to Yoongi and it would feel weird if I had any thought’s like that about you, almost like I were thinking them about him” 

Yoongi

Get ready for overprotective brother Yoongi, the thing was that nobody how attractive you were he would always be overprotective add in the details that you were attractive meaning that guys who did not deserve you would be flogging to you. I hope you didn’t have a plan of having an active romantic life cause Yoongi would make sure that no guy got close to you, and yes that did include his own group.  

Originally posted by leojuseyo

“I love you, and you have terrible taste in guys, I am just trying to protect you!”
“What if I want a relationship,”
“Do you really need one? You have both me and Seokjin-hyung!”
“Are you telling me to fuck Seokjin-oppa?”
“NO!”

Hoseok

While Hoseok of course knew that you were attractive he were much more focused on getting to know you as a person, cause you had to know all kind of things about Yoongi right? So many secrets about Yoongi you could tell him. That he had also gotten the long talk from Yoongi that if he ever tried to look at you any other way nobody would ever find his corpse, well atleast he was allowed to talk to you, that was better than Namjoon at least!”

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

“Please tell me you have embarrassing pictures of him from when you guys were kids! Oh my god! Stories about his first crush! Anything like that?”

Namjoon

Namjoon were the first on the list of people you should not communicate with that Yoongi had given you, it wasn’t cause he thought the BTS leader would hit on you, but because Namjoon was a pervert and in Yoongi’s mind you were the picture of innocence and he needed to protect you! This meant that every time you were even close to being alone with Namjoon either Seokjin or Yoongi would be there to help your attention over on them, and Namjoon couldn’t really do much to do anything about it.

Originally posted by gong-yoo

“It was nice talk… oh and she has been pulled away already, you get caught with porn once… or a few more times and suddenly you were poison to the people’”

Jimin

Jimin was actually a person that would trusted a decent amount around you, mainly cause he was seen as harmless, even if Yoongi was still protective even with Jimin! Jimin in general would do everything he could to ignore your physical features which weren’t that hard since his life was run with his top head not… yeah that head

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung

Taehyung would employ a new strategy he liked to call ‘he couldn’t appreciet your looks if he didn’t see you,’ which meant it was more or less a game of hide and seek to talk with Taehyung since he were actively hiding from you.
He knew that you were attractive, and to make sure nothing ever happened and he would never say anything that would get him more or less killed by the oldest rapper, he just made sure to never be in a situation where it could happen!

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

“No I promise I am not avoiding you! I just have things to do, didn’t you hear Jimin just called me?”

Jungkook

We all know that Jungkook already struggles talking to girls in general, add in the idea that you were really attractive oh yeah and you were the sister of Yoongi! Much of the communication you would have with him would be with him half stuttering his way through you communication always worrying that Yoongi would be just around the corner ready to own his ass!

Originally posted by nochuie

“I uhm… I… you… uhm… hello.”


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- Prussia

Benarmie

Maratelle Hux was never meant to be a mother. 

Unfortunate fate lead her to live under the same roof as Armitage and his father Brendol, but she was never his mother. Leia knew this out of instinct and it was proven the moment she walked out the door on that warm September night. 

Plenty of young women are never meant to be mothers and plenty of those women eventually become mothers anyway, for better or worse.

Leia thought she was one of those women until Ben was about two years old. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She’s not the best mother, but she loves him dearly.

Rae Sloane was never meant to be a mother. She doesn’t have the softness to hold a baby to her chest when it is crying or the warmth to kiss a child’s scraped knees. 

In some ways, Leia sees herself in this and a little bit of Han too. A young person trying to embark on their own adventures doesn’t have time for every unfortunate circumstance in their path. If you cry over every injustice in the world, all you’ll ever do is cry. Leia is not a crier, neither is Rae, and they both try to do their best in the world.

Leia never liked Rae. They may have shared an ambitious spirit, but that is often something that separates talented dreamers. They come across as self-centered, cold, and unkind. Leia always knew that this was never true about herself and always tried to counteract that perception, but Rae never did. She was always alone and always cold.

It was obvious then, that Rae would never be anyone’s mother. The situation would never arise. She would always be alone and happier for it. Except for the few and far between circumstances in which their paths crossed, Leia paid the woman no mind.

This was until Ben slowly but surely told her about his friend, Armitage. The details of a terrible home life were few and far between but Leia was intelligent enough and caught on quick. She did everything she could to get him out of there, even let him stay with them for a couple weeks.

The courts eventually came to the decision that Armitage could not go back to living with his father. They all rejoiced at the decision, but when it came to deciding where he should live, all celebration came to a halt. Armitage could not stay with the Solos, a single mother raising her own troubled child, and would be forced into foster care.

Leia could see that Ben was heartbroken, even if he refused to say it.

“It’s not fair. They can’t just take him away.”

Leia didn’t say anything but hugged her boy to her chest. She knew that they could.

She saw Rae Sloane at the next town council meeting. Their interactions were usually reserved to professional civility and they said few words. Armitage was in the back of her mind constantly these days, but she didn’t make the connection just yet. It happened a few days later at the library.

Armitage was a studious boy, incredibly bright. Leia knew that Ben was talented and smart all on his own, but Armitage had a traditional aptitude for almost everything that drove him to the library most nights when he wasn’t hanging out with her son. She tried her best to encourage this love of learning but found that the best method was to take him to the library and leave him alone.

In the few weeks he lived with them, they developed a routine. Leia dropped him off at the library after dinner and picked him up just before nine when the library closed.

She sat in the parking lot in Han’s old truck listening to the radio and waiting for the red haired boy to walk over with an armful of books. They locked the doors behind the last two people to leave for the night. Her Armitage and Rae Sloane.

Armitage didn’t say anything about it to Leia when he got in the front seat beside her. She was used to the silent treatment when he came back at the end of the night. Typically, she would ask him about his night over breakfast in the morning. Tonight she felt compelled to derail his train of thought.

“Did you talk to Ms. Sloane tonight?”

“Yes,”

“Do you know Ms. Sloane?”

“She used to live next door to me. Sometimes she would bring me to the library when he was upset.”

Leia had never heard about this, but she supposed she had never known to ask.

“Armitage, how well do you know Ms. Sloane?”

“I don’t know. She’s nice and knows a lot about naval history which I was reading about tonight…”

Leia would have waited until the next town council meeting to approach Rae Sloane, but time was running out for Armitage and she needed to see if this would work. After dropping Armitage off at home, she went to see Rae Sloane.

The woman was understandably confused by her arrival and did not invite her in. 

“Have you heard about Armitage Hux?”

“I know him pretty well. He’s a good kid.”

“He’s been living with us since his father went to prison. The courts want to put him into foster care.”

Rae didn’t say anything but her face was stone.

“I don’t know about your relationship to him or if you would even be willing-”

“You want to know if I would adopt him?”

“I know that’s a lot to ask, it isn’t really my place to ask. I just saw you two at the library tonight and with the deadline coming up in a few days… We’re starting to get desperate.”

“We?”

“He’s my son’s best friend and a good kid.”

“Yeah, he is. Bring him over tomorrow. I’ll think about it.”

Rae Sloane might not have been a mother, but did Armitage need a mother? He needed a roof over his head and someone to provide for him. Did that mean a mother? He needed someone who cared about him and to be around people who loved him. Maybe Rae Sloane wasn’t a mother, but she could be perfect for Armitage.


I should have been writing a paper but I wrote this BenArmie from Leia’s perspective. No regrets. @thesmoljedi

Edit: It’s slightly longer now

Just Watched Steven Bomb 6

Well, aside from Lion 4, which I watched awhile ago when it leaked (and I won’t be talking about since it’s not fresh in my mind).

Doug Out was okay and went about how I thought it would, though a lot of the dialogue felt a bit awkward. It’s probably because it’s been so long since he’s had a speaking role, and even then he’s never had too many lines, but I had forgotten Doug’s voice sounded like that. Was a bit of a surprise, but I got used to it by the end. Doug being sort of jealous of his daughter and wife’s more exciting lives was interesting, but I feel it would have been more interesting if he weren’t so understanding about it…but I get that it’s only an 11 minute episode and they don’t have time for that plotline with what they’re building up to.

The Good Lars was a fun episode. It was nice seeing Lars acting generally nice to Sadie and Steven as well as more of his cooking skills. It was interesting to see that no one other than Sadie or Steven knows about his cooking skills, and if that glancing around when they went downstairs is any indication, not even his parents know (and he probably only trusts Steven with the knowledge because of their “Island Adventure”). I liked that Lars basically admitted he loved Sadie. I also think that Lars is starting to see Steven in a new light, and not just an “annoying little kid”. I think anyone who complains about Lars in this episode will probably just be people who don’t like Lars in general. I also liked Sadie becoming comfortable with the “cool kids” and while I saw the ending coming due to leaks, I think it was nicely done.

Are You My Dad was good in using what the last two episodes built up. Connie and Steven’s idea that Aquamarine could of been adopted by someone seemed a bit too far-fetched, even for the two of them to come up with in my opinion, though. How they captured the humans using Topaz’s fusion was interesting. I kept being worried their noses would be caught and they’d suffocate, though. I actually don’t have too much to say about this one.

I Am My Mom was interesting. Was nice seeing Sour Cream worried for his bro and Barb was entertaining (I found it amusing when she referred to Lars as Sadie’s boyfriend when she referenced the “Island Adventure”) The “twist” of the list of who was being taken being what Steven told Peridot was something I had already guessed after the leaks, so it wasn’t a shock or anything. Was cool seeing Steven and Connie fighting together. Was disappointing to see Lars not try and save Sadie, but I feel that was at least in part due to the writers wanting an excuse for him to still be on the ship in the end. I’ll talk more about Lars separately from the episode below, along with Aquamarine and the two Topaz as well. The ending was really good in my opinion. It was basically Steven saying “I’ve accepted my mother’s responsibilities, but I’m going to handle them how I think they should be handled, not how I think she’d handle them.” He’s really coming into his own.

In regards to Lars, I’m half expecting/hoping that Lars and Steven will fuse in one of the upcoming episodes. They’re definitely a lot closer than the beginning of the series and Lars no longer seems to feel annoyed by his very presence, so I’m interested to see what happens. I mean, he’s already started to see how Steven as a more mature individual and now he’s going to see the kinds of things Steven is dealing with up close and personal. It’ll be a far cry from the experience he had during the Island Adventure.

On Aquamarine, I think she’s interesting. She’s definitely one of the more sadistic characters we’ve seen. She seemed to take joy in mocking and talking down to people and making harsh threats. Compare that to Holly Blue Agate who, while I don’t like her personality, I feel like she’s not very aware of how she sounds to others where as Aquamarine seems to know exactly what she’s doing and seems to take take great pleasure in it. Also, her “pause” power seems scary strong. There’s probably some limit to it, like maybe it can only target multiple things if they’re close enough each other, like Alexandrite and the people in the water, ‘cause otherwise it seems a bit too overpowered. Oh, and in regards to her design, I have no qualms with it. I like the contrast of her simple, sweet looking design to her arrogant and sadistic personality. I also like how her teardrop shaped gem is placed like one of those prison tattoos that (I’ve heard, anyway) is supposed to mean you’ve murdered someone in prison :P

The Topaz’s were okay. Not much in the way of personality and their design was even more simple than Aquamarine’s, invoking the feeling of a moving wall to me. It was also interesting that they didn’t seem to do anything but follow Aquamarine’s orders. All in all, they remind of the mythical Golem. I did like how they worked in tandem, though. Make me wonder if Topaz’s are always made in pairs or something. If so, it would be interesting to see how one would react to being separated from the other for too long.

Moving In - KagaKuro Domesticity Weekend Day One!

The day Kuroko moves in with the Fujimaki family, he feels tired. He sits in the car next to Fujimaki Takaya and doesn’t really speak the entire time. His relationship with the general is often defined by their philosophical discussions about literature, but they are just as easy together in silence. The general, more than anyone else in Kuroko’s life, knows just how tired Kuroko is. The boy has tried so hard to forge bonds—with the other Miracles, with humans, with anyone—only to have them severed, time and time again, and he is exhausted.

Kuroko feels somewhat like this move into the Fujimaki household is an escape—like an old time “rest cure” for madness. He feels tired, and numb, and hollow, and a little bit like maybe he should just disappear from everything.

“Oh,” Fujimaki says, his voice strange. It draws Kuroko’s attention, who only looks at the man but doesn’t ask the question. “My children have, apparently, come to visit,” he says, answering Kuroko’s unasked question.

Kuroko has never met the general’s children, and somewhat thought he wouldn’t ever really need to—they were all adults, Fujimaki had explained, moved out and with families or lives of their own.

“Is that… not a good thing?” Kuroko asks, suddenly uncertain. What if they didn’t want him here? What if he was an intrusion after all?

“It is perfectly fine,” Fujimaki says reassuringly, “I had just hoped… well, I was always planning on introducing you, just… after you had the chance to settle.” He looks down at Kuroko after he parks the car and says, “The important thing to remember is that they mean well.”

*

“I BROUGHT CLOTHES AND STUFF.”

“That was very nice of you, Sakura, thank you. We did buy Tetsuya-kun clothes. We also have stuff,” Fujimaki replies calmly.

“YEAH, BUT NOT NICE CLOTHES. YOU AND MOM HAVE NO TASTE.”

“Please do not take this the wrong way, but what are you all doing here?”

“TO MEET TETSUYA. I ALWAYS WANTED A LITTLE BROTHER.”

“Hey! You have a little brother!” Tadashi says indignantly. “I’m your little brother!”

“I WANT A CUTE LITTLE BROTHER.”

“OK, if we’re adopting more siblings, I want a new sister,” Tadashi says.

“Both of you, be quiet,” Hiroki says. “We are trying to make a good impression. Where is Tetsuya-kun?”

“He’s here,” Fujimaki says, calmly. “But I think you’ve frightened him.”

Kuroko doesn’t feel frightened, exactly. But these people are loud, and a little overwhelming, and it has always been his automatic response to fade into the background whenever confronted with something new.

“HEY I FOUND HIM,” Sakura says, almost pouncing on Kuroko when she spots him. Kuroko is a little startled by the discovery—it’s the rare sort of person who can spot him through his Latent Overflow.

“Awesome,” Tadashi says, “Nice to meet you, kid. Let me show you your room. It’s my old room and I’ve stocked it with supplies.”

“What kind of supplies?” Fujimaki asks, sounding vaguely concerned.

“All kinds of supplies,” Tadashi replies enigmatically, tugging on Kuroko.

“Guys, you are doing a terrible job of a good first impression. This is what happens when you lack discipline—”

“SHUT UP, HIROKI,” “No one asked you, Hiroki,” Sakura and Tadashi say at the same time.

This is, all things considered, not something he expected to encounter, and by the end of the day, Kuroko’s energy is drained. It’s a different kind of tired than before, but good.

*

The day Kuroko moves in with Kagami, he feels confident that this is the right choice, but unexpectedly sad.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Kagami asks, uncertain, like he has ever since he met the general and his wife.

“Yes, Kagami-kun. This is where I belong,” Kuroko says simply. And that’s all that really matters—for the first time in his life, Kuroko has found somewhere he belongs. He will miss the Fujimakis, and he will always appreciate their kindness, but he doesn’t want to lose this chance. (Kagami would wait, if that’s what Kuroko wanted. But Kuroko doesn’t want to wait. He spent years waiting for his chance to escape Teiko, and he’s done putting off things he wants. Life is too precious to postpone desire).

“OK,” Kagami says, coloring slightly. “If that’s what you want.”

This time, moving in is a quiet affair. He has more stuff this time—books and clothes and a few basketball related things—but it is still quick and when he’s there, Kuroko feels like this is the home he was always meant to have.

*

And even though he’s moved in with Kagami for awhile, it’s a bit like he’s moving in all over again when the Fujimaki siblings finally come to visit.

“SEE? I TOLD YOU THEY WOULDN’T HAVE ANYTHING.”

“They’re dudes, Sakura, of course they—holy crap, man, did you just move in or something?” Tadashi looks around. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“I have stuff,” Kagami defends.

“No, you really don’t,” Hiroki says. “That’s OK, we brought you stuff.”

“We don’t need—”

“HERE’S A PLANT,” Sakura says, handing Kagami a ficus.

“I don’t need a plant?” Kagami says.

“THE PLANT’S NAME IS DONALD.”

“What—why does the plant have an American name?” Kagami says.

“We also brought more chairs and rugs, and Sakura brought some fancy bathroom stuff,” Hiroki says.

“IT’S CALLED SOAP.”

“Your kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked for two dudes living together,” Tadashi says, with an impressed whistle. “Someone knows how to cook. And by someone, I mean obviously Kagami has some hidden depths, because I know it’s not you, Tetsuya.”

“Kagami-kun is very talented,” Kuroko says.

“Get out of our kitchen,” Kagami says.

Kuroko looks at Kagami, not expected the easy way he said “our”—and it fills him with a kind of warmth he’s experienced every day since moving in.

“Obviously I need to visit you guys more,” Tadashi says. “I’ve been mooching off of Hiroki’s wife because Sakura is crap at cooking.”

“COOK FOR YOUR DAMN SELF, TADASHI.”

“How, how often are they going to visit?” Kagami asks Kuroko to the side.

“Not too often,” Kuroko says. “But, I imagine it will always be like this when they do.”

“Christ. I’m going to have to buy more dishes,” Kagami says.

“WE BROUGHT DISHES!” Sakura says helpfully.

It would be hard to explain how happy it makes him: to be in the home he belongs, and still have the important people he’s met still in his life. There was a time when it seemed like everything could be taken away and every bond could be severed. Kagami is the first person who made him realize that wasn’t true, but Kuroko is beginning to see there were people who were trying to teach him that all along.



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alright, alright…I guess I’ll share my completely unsolicitied voltron/a:tla headcanons ((please feel free to add on to this if you want I would love it so much))

it’s long and detailed so I’ll spare your dash (I say to my four followers) and put it under the cut

BUT!!!! if you skip to the end there’s ember island stuff and I know u wanna see that so

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Old Friends - Part Two

You can find my Masterlist HERE!
You can find Part One HERE!

Prompt: I want to request something 🙊 - The reader and Negan were/are best friends (or more) before the apocalypse started, they were together everyday and had lots of fun! They got seperated when it all began and they were thinking of each other everyday ‘til the day comes they see each other again. (Hope you understand what I mean, haha) – Via @lilablauerhimmel

Ships: Negan x Reader – Platonic
Words: 1,144
Warnings: Curses
Category: Fluff

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“Negan?” You asked in a soft voice that was almost a whisper. The man with the handlebar moustache before you just frowned, his smile gone now.

“Speak up darlin’.” Negan said. He had yet to meet your eyes, too busy wielding his lethal baseball bat.

“Negan? Is that you?” You continued, lowering your weapon and stepping forward past the confused looking man who you had just been threatening to shoot. Negan’s head snapped toward you and this time you saw recognition in his eyes. His brows raised and he ran a leather clad hand down his stubble.

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You ever think that Newt and Graves are already married though?

Like before the events of FBAWTFT, Newt and Graves had met. Newt was 18 and Graves was 22 and they met through Theseus who was all ‘Perry, this is my precious baby bro and the reason I live in this world, Look at him. Cute as a baby hippogriff, biting and all.’ It’s not even a marriage in a traditional sense. It was more something Newt and Perry sign in for Perry to keep his family property or for Newt to have an international travelling permit or SOMETHING.

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A new beginning... (1/11...ish)

hey there everyone! it feels like years since I’ve posted a fic, and it feels weird to publish this. For the past 8 months or so I haven’t posted any new fic or updated my WIP Sparks, and I feel really bad but I’ve just really haven’t felt inspired even though I really wanted to write, added to the fact that my current and new (well it’s been 8 months it’s not totally new but who cares) job that takes most of my time and energy. 

I’ve been wanting to get back to writing but since i have zero inspiration, my dear friend @phiralovesloki gave me some good advice to help me get back into it, which led me to try and rewrite an old story of mine. I decided to rewrite one of the first fics I’ve written three years ago (the writing was aaaaaawful, seriously it’s dreadful). I’m improving the story and I’ll probably end up changing a few (a lot?) of things, and let me reassure you, my writing got a lot better since! I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Now I’ll shut up and let you read it.

Thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for editing the story! 

Summary: Financial problems leads Emma and her brother David to seek a roommate, which leads Killian to occupy their spare bedroom. 

Rating: M for some swearing, and eventually smmmmmut.

AO3  |  FF.net


The evening had been busy and hectic, which made Emma appreciate the soft gust of wind as she walked out of the dinner. Monday nights at Granny’s were usually calm, which gave her some time to study in between clients. Maybe it was the nice warm weather that spring brought after a very cold winter that made people want to go out and have a meal outside of their houses. She was grateful for the tips; she usually didn’t make much on Monday’s, but the downside was that she was starting her week exhausted.

Emma debated with herself for a moment, pondering on whether she hailed for a cab or if she took the bus back to her apartment. Walking was out of the question, because her feet were killing her. The cab was quite tempting since she would be home in no time, but it meant spending some of the extra money she made tonight. With the financial strain that her and her brother had been going through, spending that extra money wouldn’t be wise. Emma sighed as she tried to muster some of the energy she had left and did the wise thing as she walked towards the bus stop. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to wait too long for the bus to arrive.

After what felt like hours (it was really fifteen minutes, but her tired state was playing tricks on her mind), Emma finally arrived at her apartment complex and slowly climbed the stairs up to her floor. Once she entered her apartment, she dropped her bag as she freed her feet from the pressure of her shoes and walked directly to the living room. She fell next to her brother on the couch and sighed with relief as she let her aching muscles finally relax. Her head slowly rolled to the side when David groaned as he closed his laptop, and she noticed that he looked tense.

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Dog Days

Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge
Prompt: Kid tested, mother approved

Steve x fem!reader. Plus! Your daughter, your sister, Bucky, and some fur babies.

Summary: You went to the animal shelter to buy a dog for your daughter.. and ended up leaving with something for yourself too.

Warnings: everything’s fine, I promise

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Weeeellllll here’s another thing I wrote. Challenge courtesy of @emilyevanston so check out her Masterlist because it’s great! :D

You hadn’t even shifted the car into park when you heard the sound of a seatbelt release behind you. When you met the eyes of your six-year-old daughter through the rear-view mirror, the girl stilled immediately, seat belt still clinched tightly in her hand. The look of oops and amusement plastered on her little face kept you from getting upset, and you shook your head in response.

“Can’t get mad at her,” your younger sister said from beside you. “All rules go out the window when it comes to dogs.”

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Madzie and Max

The beginning of this is Alec and Madzie


“Max!” The three elder Lightwood siblings screamed when they saw their little brother come through the portal between their parents. The three of them knelt/ crouched down to hug him all at the same time. When they were done, they stood back up to greet their parents. Maryse actually hugged Izzy, forgoing Jace, and then hugging Alec, who reprimanded her. Robert, in the contray hugged bothe Izzy and Jace, forgoing Alec.

“Hey Max, do you want to go watch Jace and I train?” Asked Izzy, knowing that he would probably not understand their attitudes.  

“Sure!” He said, lighting up.

So Jace, Izzy, and Max went off to avoid the awkwardness between the elder three and their parents. “You both are ridiculous.” Alec sighed. He turned to walk away.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Maryse asked.

“You both pick favorites.” Alec stated. “You are both biased, even when it comes to your own children.” Alec shook his head. “Sure, we make mistakes, or decisions that displease you, but that’s no reason to act uptight, and as if we are not your children anymore.” At that he did walk away.

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