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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now iâm thinkingâŚ.maybe this is the good luck post
âŚ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Â
So you know.Â
This might be the real one, yâall.
Reblogging to spread the luck and the good fortune
spreading the good luck guys
â â â â Not now!
Notes: masterlist \ Part 1
Summary: Your husband is calling you, but a little gremlin keeps declining it.
Tag: @teewritessmth @mitskunicheesecake @rcvcgers @vspxriddles @iloveh4nge
â â â â â â â Zayne
Zayne sat in the doctorâs lounge, his phone pressed to his ear as he listened to the call ring. Once. Twice. Thenâ
Call Declined.
His brows furrowed slightly. His hands, steady enough to perform the most delicate heart surgeries, tightened around the phone. He tried again.
Ring. Ring.
Call Declined.
Zayne exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip relaxing, Maybe you were busy. You were probably playing with Elias or cooking dinner Mayne in the shower? He wasnât the type to overthink, but something about the repeated declines made his stomach twist in a way he wasnât happy about.
Still, he didnât want to be a nuisance or cause you unnecessary troubles. He wasnât the type to text âCall meâ like other husbands either, He just sat there for a moment, staring at his phone, before getting up and heading back to work.
He had patients waiting.
Back home, Elias sat cross-legged on the couch, his tiny fingers curled around your phone. Every time it vibrated, his eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he pressed the red button.
âPapaâs calling,â you pointed out, watching from the kitchen as Elias, without a second thought, hung up again.
He didnât say a word. Just held the phone like a little dragon hoarding treasure.
You wiped your hands on a towel and walked over, sitting beside him. âSweetheart, why are you declining Papaâs calls?â
Elias finally looked up at you. His expression was unreadableâso much like Zayneâs that it almost made you laugh. After a moment, he mumbled, âHeâs busy.â
You blinked. âThatâs why youâre hanging up on him?â
A short nod.
Your heart softened. Elias was a quiet child, much like his father, and even at four years old, he had an odd way of thinking. He wasnât upset. He wasnât being stubborn. In his little mind, he just thought he was helping.
You smiled and ran a hand through his soft raven colored hair. âBaby, Papa wouldnât call if he didnât want to talk. Heâs probably on a break and missing us.â
Elias frowned slightly, as if the thought hadnât occurred to him. He shifted on the couch, staring at the phone. ââŚOh.â
You chuckled. âShould we call him back?â
Elias hesitated, then nodded.
Zayne was halfway through reviewing a patientâs chart when his phone vibrated.
Incoming Call: My Love
His fingers moved instinctively, answering before the first ring finished. âHello?â
âPapa.â
Zayne blinked. It wasnât you. It was Elias.
The little voice on the other end sounded almost⌠guilty?
âElias.â Zayne glanced at the time. âYou should be in bed soon.â
A pause. Then, in a quieter voice, ââŚI hung up your calls.â
Zayne froze. He hadnât expected that. His first instinct was to ask why, but before he could, Elias continued.
âYou were busy. I didnât wanna bother you.â
Zayneâs grip on the phone tightened. He looked down at his hands, But right now, his own heart ached in a different way.
He wasnât good with words. Never had been. But there was one thing he knew.
âElias.â His voice was firm, steady. âYou never bother me.â
Another pause.
Then, a quiet, ââŚOh.â
Zayne exhaled. âIs Mama there?â
You took the phone, laughing softly. âYour son thought he was being considerate.â
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. âOf course he did.â His voice was softer than usual. âTell him he can always pick up my calls.â
âI think he understands now.â You turned to Elias, who was now curled against your side, looking deep in thought. âSay goodnight to Papa.â
Elias hesitated, then muttered, âGoodnight, Papa.â
Zayne swallowed. He wished he was home.
âGoodnight, Elias. Iâll see you in the morning.â
When Zayne finally stepped through the door that night, the house was quiet. You were already in bed, and Elias was asleep in his room.
Or so he thought.
As he passed Eliasâ door, a tiny voice mumbled, ââŚfather?â
Zayne stopped. Slowly, he pushed the door open.
Elias was sitting up in bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Zayne hesitated. He wasnât good at this. But he walked inside, sitting on the edge of the bed. âShouldnât you be asleep?â
Elias didnât answer. Instead, he reached out with his small hands and grabbed onto Zayneâs sleeve. Not saying anything, just⌠holding on.
Zayne stared at him before sitting on the edge of his bed.
Then, without a word, he gently rested a hand on his sonâs head.
It wasnât much.
But for them, it was enough.
â â â â â â â Xavier
Xavier stood in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield, his sword still dripping as he exhaled. The fight had been over in minutesâanother nest of Wanderers cleared out.
He wasnât in a hurry to return to headquarters. Instead, he yawned and pulled out his phone, pressing your number.
Ring. Ring.
Call Declined.
Xavier stared at the screen, brow twitching slightly. That was odd. He tried again.
Call Declined.
The corner of his mouth twitched. He wasnât a man prone to overreaction, but something about his own family declining his calls irritated him. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe you were busy. Maybeâ
He teleported.
One second, he was in a ruined village surrounded by monster corpses. The next, he was in the living room of his own home.
The sight that greeted him made his left eye twitch.
Leo and Liviaâhis five-year-old twinsâwere sitting on the couch, your phone between them, giggling.
Livia saw him first. Her eyes widened, and she smacked Leoâs arm. âAbort mission! Papaâs here!â
Leo nearly dropped the phone. âCrap.â
Xavier didnât speak for a moment. He simply stared, exhausted, disappointed, and vaguely impressed all at once. ââŚYou two.â
The twins immediately shot to their feet, but it was too late. He was already in front of them, towering over their tiny forms. His sword was still strapped to his back, his hunter uniform stained with dried Wanderer blood.
They didnât look scared. If anything, they looked ready to bolt.
ââŚExplain.â His voice was even, calmâbut that made it worse.
The twins exchanged glances before Livia, ever the mastermind, said, âMom said you were busy!â
Leo nodded rapidly. âYeah! You were fighting monsters, right? We didnât wanna bother you!â
Xavier sighed through his nose, rubbing his temples. âYou declined my calls.â
Livia pouted. âWell⌠yeah.â
He inhaled deeply. He was not good at this. Discipline, affectionânone of it came naturally to him. He could gut a monster in seconds, but parenting? That was an entirely different battlefield.
He crossed his arms, giving them a firm look. âThatâs not happening again.â
Leo groaned. âBut why? You never talk much anyway!â
Xavier blinked. He squatted down to their level, eyes narrowing. âYou have a death wish, donât you?â
Livia elbowed Leo. âIdiot. Now weâre really in trouble.â
Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, exhausted beyond belief. He should just pick them up and force them into a timeoutâhe had the strength for it. But before he could, Livia clapped her hands together.
âLeo, Plan B!â
Leo gasped. âYes, Plan B!â
Xavier frowned. âWhat theââ
Before he could react, Livia sprinted left while Leo ran right.
Teleportation was an option, but honestly? He was too damn tired. He just sighed and walked toward the kitchen, knowing exactly where theyâd end up.
And there you were, standing at the counter, watching the chaos unfold like it was a normal Tuesday.
Without looking at him, you asked, âI take it you figured out why your calls werenât getting through?â
Xavier leaned against the counter, exhaling. âYour kids are demons.â
You raised a brow. âMy kids?â
He gave you a tired look. âThey didnât get it from me.â
Before you could argue, the sound of a crash echoed from upstairs.
A beat of silence. Then Leoâs voice: âIâLL FIX IT, I PROMISE!â
Xavier closed his eyes, counting to ten.
An hour later, the twins sat on the couch, pouting as Xavier stood in front of them. He wasnât a loud father. He didnât yell. But his silent disappointment was somehow worse.
âYouâre not getting out of this,â he finally said.
Livia crossed her arms. âIt was for a good reason.â
âIt was for a stupid reason.â
Leo kicked his legs. âBut we didnât wanna distract you.â
Xavier sighed, rubbing his face. ââŚYouâre my kids. You can always talk to me.â
Livia blinked. âEven when youâre fighting monsters?â
He crouched down, staring at them. âEspecially then.â
For the first time, the twins looked guilty.
Xavier softened just a fraction. He wasnât great at showing affection to kids. He wasnât the type to hug them randomly or constantly hold them. But he reached out, ruffling their hair roughly or cuddle up with his little demons.
âNext time you hang up on me, Iâm making you run laps.â
Leo gasped. âThatâs child labor!â
Livia clutched her chest. âYouâre cruel, Father.â
Xavier stood, sighing. âYouâll live.â
That night, when the twins were asleep, Xavier sat beside you in bed, rubbing his temples.
âI donât know how to handle them.â
You smiled, playing with his hair. âYouâre doing fine.â
He scoffed. âThey donât listen to me at all.â
You chuckled. âThey do. They just like pushing your buttons.â
Xavier sighed, leaning into your touch. ââŚNext time they ignore my calls, Iâm teleporting them into a cold lake.â
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âSure you are.â
Xavier didnât respond. He just yawned, closed his eyes, and finallyâfinallyâslept.