#he got married when he was a kid and then raised five kids while working OT with his soulmate.

[thelargefrye]

[ AFTER SCHOOL MONTAGE ] — raim has san wrapped around her tiny five year old finger.

pairing : san x f!reader genre : idol au, parent au, fluff warnings : none!

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

if there was anything you were sure about it was that raim was a daddy's girl. she absolutely adored san and looked at him like he hung the stars, moon, even the sun. which of course, according to her five year old mind, he did do all those things and more.

you couldn't help the small laugh that escapes you as you and your husband walk down the sidewalk to pick raim up from school. san immediately turned to look at you with a raised eye, you could tell he was curious even with his mask covering his face.

"what are you laughing at?" he asked tilting his head, the sight reminded you of cat and only made you want to let out another chuckle.

"i was just thinking about how much raim loves you. makes me a little jealous you have all our daughter's attention," you say, the teasing tone evident in your voice that san catches onto immediately.

san let out a laugh his time as he pulled you close to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and basically tucking you into him. "you're so cute," he tells you, nuzzling his head into your crown before he's reaching down to hold your hand in his.

however, despite knowing that you aren't exactly the favorite parent, you couldn't deny the strong connection san and raim had. you remember seeing the pure and true love san had when he held raim for the first time after she was born. and then watching him do skin-to-skin contact with raim for the first time, and how san teared up, it only served to let you know that you couldn't have picked a better man to marry and have kids with.

"hey, sannie," you say tugging on your husband's hand as you both neared the school. san hummed and turned to look at while, "i love you," you tell him. san smiles at you and stops the both of you from walking further. you give him a questioning look as san pulls his mask down before yours and quickly presses a kiss to your lips before fixing both your masks.

"i love you too," he says, "don't distract me too much or else we'll be late to pick up our butterfly," he adds making you both laugh as continue walking.

"appa!" raim's voice seems to ring out around the area as your five year-old daughter runs towards you and san, mainly san. san laughs as he bends down allowing raim to run and jump into his arms.

"oh, my pretty butterfly," he says as he wraps his arms around her and picks her up. the two of them quickly shared a nose kiss, before san pulled his mask down to kiss the crown of her head. raim then turned to you and you also shared a nose kiss. "how was your day?" san asks when he puts her back down.

her tiny hand immediately wrapped around his forefinger and you couldn't help but smile at how cute the two of them looked. raim talking about her day, rambling about the things she did, and the other kids in her class while san hung onto her every word.

when you all arrived home, san immediately took raim's backpack from her as you and your daughter did her usual after school routine.

"mama, why is appa home?" she asks as she stood in front of you as you helped her change out of her school clothes and into more comfortable house clothes.

"appa got done with work early today," you tell her and she smiles as you – the same smile she shares with her father, before nodding at your words.

"can we have a tea party later? its been a while since appa joined," she says and her words make your heart clench when you realize that she's right. it has been awhile since san had been home long enough to play with her. her tea parties being a regular occasion that san had been missing lately due to ateez preparing for their comeback. you know raim has missed seeing san, only getting to see him for an hour at the most if he comes home before her bedtime.

"i'm sure he would love to join you for a tea party. why don't you go ask him, he should have your snack ready," you tell her and raim smiles at you, dimples showing, before she's racing out of her room and back into the living room-kitchen area where san was.

"appa, will you come to my tea party?" raim asks as she sits at the table with her snack in front of her.

"of course, baby," san says, smiling as he combs his fingers through her hair before he goes to join you at the counter. san presses a kiss to your cheek before he's wrapping you in his arms and hold you to his chest. "are you going to join us?" he asks you and you nod.

"me and her usually have them together with all the plushies you've bought her," you tell him with a smile, knowing that raim loves each and every one of the plushies san has bought her over the years.

"mama, will you help set my tea party up while i get our friends!" raim calls out to you after she finishes her snack.

"of course baby, what tea set do you want?"

"the kitty-cat one!" she says, and you smile knowing that's her favorite one because any thing with a cat (or mountain) on it reminds her of san.

"what do you want me to do, butterfly?" san asks catching his daughter before she's off to her room.

"you can take a seat! you're our special guest tonight!" she tells him and points over to the table that you always use when having tea parties.

"did you heard that? i'm a special guest," san says smirking at you and you can only roll your eyes at him as you set up all the cups while raim brings out her plushies and sets them up in their seats.

"appa, you have to switch seats with mama! she's always on my right. you're a special guest today, so you sit next to poppy and bianca," raim tells san when she realizes that san is in your usual spot that's next to her.

you can't help but send a smirk to san this time as you watch him get up and move. you can tell he's a little offended that his daughter didn't want him sitting next to her and instead put him next to the stuffed squirrel and tiger.

"what were you saying, special guest?" you can't help the smug look on your face, making san huff as he picked up his tea cup and took an imaginary sip out of it.

"be quiet."

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[neonghostlights]

Chapter Three: Reflections, A Bench and Boardwalk Lights

A/N: I haven't been feeling very sure about my writing lately. Sorry if this sucks. Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson left you behind to chase his dreams before suddenly disappearing. When he shows up 5 years later, will he be able to work his way back into your heart?

Warnings: Discussion of past drug use and addiction, Abandonment, Mention of Heart attack and health issues, Very brief mention of Medication, Cussing, If I missed anything please let me know, 18+ Only Minors DNI

Word Count: 4.5k

Series Masterlist

You would hate to admit the amount of time you stood in front of the mirror. 

It had been several hours since you had spoken to Eddie outside the conference room earlier that day. It had been enough time to have the chance to squeeze in a nap, order some room service to fuel yourself, and to call Wayne to check on him. 

You kept the conversation with Wayne short to not reveal the massive shock that you’ve had since being here. You hung up the phone with guilt heavy on your chest. It felt like you were lying to him by not telling him everything but it was for his sake and yours. You thought it would be best to break the news to him about Eddie when you were with him in Hawkins since you weren’t sure how he would take it. 

You didn’t know if you could handle another scare with Wayne.

By the way the conversation on the phone went, it was impossible to tell if you were able to convince him that nothing was wrong and you were having a good time. You had to remember that Wayne was the man that single handedly raised Eddie and was always able to see through his bullshit. 

You applied some more chapstick to your lips. It felt like you were a teenager again. Getting all dolled up to see your crush for a late night rendezvous. If you had a net, you would trap those pesky butterflies that were fluttering about in your gut. 

You hadn’t brought many casual clothes with you on the trip. Just some jean shorts and a t-shirt just in case you did decide to sneak away to the beach while you were here. You were glad you decided to bring them so you wouldn’t have to go down there and meet him in your professional work clothes. That would have been awkward. 

It was just Eddie afterall, the guy who had taken care of you during a violent bout of food poisoning from the restaurant he took you to for your one year anniversary all those years ago. 

If you two weren’t already close after one year, then that surely took care of it. 

Despite the butterflies, you had mentally gone back and forth the whole time you got ready on if you wanted to actually go down to meet Eddie or not. Part of you thought that maybe you didn’t want to hear what he had to say, afraid that it would ruin the vision of Eddie that you had held onto for so many years. Would what you learned tonight destroy all of the sweet memories you two had shared? Prior to the break up things had gone so well. Yeah, Eddie was immature and flighty at times but he always made it up to you in his charming way.  There was no doubt in your mind that you had loved him despite everything. 

You wondered if the years and distance had given your mind a better version of Eddie than he actually was. 

A part of you raged at the thought of leaving this hotel tomorrow morning without giving him a piece of your mind.

You hated having to wonder this, but would he really care if you told him how much he affected Wayne’s health? 

The old Eddie you knew would care. He would be horrified to hear what had happened. In reality though, you didn’t know this new Eddie at all. 

Who was he now? You didn’t see a ring on his finger down at the restaurant but that doesn’t mean you didn’t miss it. Was he married now? Did he have kids? A family? A lot can happen in five years as you were well aware. 

Did he create a whole new life while you were mourning him? 

The reminder that he is now a stranger wearing a familiar face made you decide that you would not go down to talk to him. 

It was after nine o’clock by the time you changed your mind. Again. 

You were running fifteen minutes late and it had taken a lot of back and forth to talk yourself  into leaving the room.

The sandals on your feet echoed against the polished floor as you speed walked to the elevator. What if you had wasted so much time upstairs arguing with your reflection in the hotel mirror that you had missed your one and only chance at answers?

You pushed the lobby button to the elevator repeatedly once you made it inside, hoping that would make it move faster. The elevator jolted as it caught up to your button pushing, making your stomach flip as it descended. 

You practically ran out of the automatic doors when it dinged to let you know you reached the lobby. The poor traction on your shoes caused your feet to go sliding for a moment before regaining your footing and speed walking into the vast room.

The polished man working behind the reception desk gave you a strange look. You gave him one back. This might be a fancy hotel with a lot of business people, but this town was also a beach destination in California. You standing in the lobby clutching your chest and panting definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing he had ever seen. 

The enormous lobby was practically empty except for a few wandering people either coming in or leaving. Your eyes darted back and forth, hoping that Eddie hadn’t left because you were late. 

Finally, you spotted a pair of denim clad legs sticking out from the side of a chair across the room. You shuffled forward, wiping your hands on your shirt to combat the clamminess.

“Eddie?” You asked with a shaky voice, still breathless from your rushing. 

He whipped his head around in the high back chair, trying to get a good look at you. Once he confirmed it was you, he stood quickly. 

“Hey,” he greeted you. He was dressed the same as when you had seen him earlier in the day. It was funny how he looked good dressed up in his waiter uniform but also dressed down like this. The younger version of you, the one that you had been fighting all evening, felt their heart skip a beat. 

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

“Yeah. No problem,” he said as he fiddled with the rings on his hands, the same ones from five years ago. “There’s a spot we can go to talk if you want?” He asked as he eyed a few men in suits that walked through the lobby past you. 

“Close by?” You trusted Eddie enough to know he wouldn’t allow you to be harmed, but you weren’t sure about running around the streets at night in a strange city. 

“Yeah, right down the street.” He must have noticed your wariness because then he said, “If that’s okay with you? We can stay here if you want.” 

“No. It’s fine. We can go. Lead the way,” you gestured your arms in front of you, prompting him to show you where to go. 

And with that, you let Eddie lead you out of the hotel. 

The walk to wherever you were going was silent besides the sound of people around you and honking car horns. 

The hotel was located in a busy beach district. You think that’s how these conferences get so many people to come, by promising them a relaxing day at the beach but instead you spend most of your time locked in a meeting room. 

The closer you got to the beach, you could see the pier ablaze with activity. A ferris wheel spun around with bright flashing lights and the smell of popcorn and fried food permeated the air making your mouth water. 

You thought at first that maybe that was where Eddie was taking you to, but instead of ending up on the pier he took you down to the right where a bench sat on the boardwalk. 

The site of the attractions on the pier  made you think of the time you and Eddie had gone to the annual Hawkins carnival. He was so funny then, so lighthearted. Nothing like the quiet anxious stranger that walked tensely beside you. You remember laughing so hard with him that your side would hurt. That night at the fair, he had kissed you when the ferris wheel reached the top. It wasn’t the first kiss you two had shared, but it was the sweetest, the taste of cotton candy and young love melting on both of your tongues. 

You let out a sigh at the thought. Life used to be so simple. Love used to be a hopeful concept to you. Now, you were ashamed to admit you were bitter. You hadn’t been on a real date in forever. Besides the occasional fling, most of your nights were spent with either Lissa or your cat. 

It was dark out, but people still busied around. A few coming and going from the pier while others were on night time walks that were well illuminated by the boardwalk lights.

The ocean was too dark to get a good look at, but you could see the sand glittering like little stars, reflecting the lights around them. You could hear the waves crashing loudly, battling the noises of the tourists around it. 

Eddie sat beside you on the bench, silent for a moment before speaking. “I should have brought you here during the day. I remember back then you always wanted to see the ocean. I didn’t know if you had the chance to go yet or not…” He trailed off. 

“Nope. This is my first time,” you admitted. 

“Sorry,” he apologized. You wanted to ask what for, but you weren’t sure even he knew the reason. “Figured you would’ve come out here with your boyfriend earlier.” 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Of course he had to bring up Vance. Vance that you were sure was knocking on your hotel room door by now since you told him you were going to bed early and definitely not going out to meet a certain pretty, long haired waiter. You weren’t shocked when Vance admitted he heard the conversation between you and Eddie when he asked you to meet earlier. After some persuading, Vance had gone out with your boss and a few other coworkers for dinner and he was probably back at the hotel by now. 

Eddie caught on to your eye roll. “What?”

“You haven’t seen me in five years and you're more worried about my boyfriend than me,” you said with a shrug. 

“I just didn’t think that guy would be your type.”

Funny because Vance had said the same thing about Eddie back at the restaurant. You wanted to laugh, but you also didn’t want to let Eddie in on the joke. 

“I guess you don’t know my type anymore, Eddie,” you replied. 

He winced. “Yeah, guess you’re right. How have you been though?”

This time you did let out a laugh. “Cut the bullshit pleasantries, Eddie. Where the hell have you been? We all thought you were dead.”

Eddie took a deep breath of the saltwater air. “It’s a long story.”

“I think we have some time,” you said, not mentioning that you had a morning flight and actually didn’t have that much time. But if you rushed him, he might not give you the whole story. If it came down to it then you would just have to sleep on the airplane. 

“Right, well. You remember when I left Hawkins to come out here to California because that lady at The Hideout promised she could help us make it big?”

You nodded, bitterness brewing in your veins. When he had mentioned her when he was breaking up with you, he had said she promised them the world. Over the years, you wondered if he followed her for more than that. You wondered if there had been something else going on between them when he left. 

“Yeah. That was bullshit,” he started, pulling you out of your thoughts. “We came out to LA and it was okay for a couple of months. Me and the rest of the band were all crashing together and it was a lot of fun. Until we realized that she had stolen our money and took off. The guys headed back to Hawkins after that,” he explained. 

“Wayne called me when that happened. Right before I left school for winter break. He told me all the guys came back to Hawkins because they got scammed but you didn't come with them and it had been a few months without you,” you informed him. 

“I was going to come back with them at first but then I realized how much of a disappointment I would be if I did. I figured I could stay out here for just a few months longer and give it a shot on my own. But that didn’t work out..” he trailed off. 

“Why didn’t you call and tell anyone that? You could have at least written a damn letter. Like I just said, we thought you were dead,” you said harshly. His excuses weren’t good enough for you. 

“The plan always was to make it big and come back and get you. I need you to know I really planned on coming back for you. To me it wasn’t a break up, I just needed to focus on making all of our lives better. I watched Wayne struggle with bills all of the time and you were so damn responsible for the both of us. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore and that’s exactly what would have kept happening if I stayed. It wasn’t fair to either of you for me to sit around and do nothing anymore. It had been on my mind a lot at that time so when we got the offer I jumped on it. I thought I would get all this money and I could prove to you and Wayne that I wasn’t stupid after all,” he let out a dry laugh that told you what he was thinking wasn’t funny at all. “When it became pretty obvious I wasn’t getting anywhere and I was about to call it quits and come home, I got mixed up with a bad crowd in LA.”

You wanted to tell him that he was never stupid. He was creative, smart, and wonderful. But your mind couldn’t get past what he meant by getting in with a bad crowd. 

“How bad of a crowd?”

“Drugs,” he admitted after a brief silence, searching your face to see your reaction. 

Your heart sunk all the way to your gut while your blood chilled. You couldn’t tell if it was the ocean breeze causing you to shiver or the heaviness of what he was telling you. Eddie noticed your goosebumps and stripped off his leather jacket, handing it over for you to slip on. You didn’t fight him on it. The warmth felt so good surrounding you when you put it on. 

Eddie had dealt drugs back in Hawkins but that was just weed. He never messed with anything else. 

“What kind of drugs?” you asked, your voice shaking from your shock. 

“I don’t really want to get into that. They aren’t important any more.” 

You nodded, allowing him to start talking again. He seemed okay now but if it was that bad for him that he couldn’t come home, then what all did he go through out here?

“I’m clean now,” he said quickly. He must’ve seen where your thoughts were going. 

“I’m proud of you. And I’m so sorry you went through that. I just want you to know neither me or Wayne thought you were a disappointment. We just wanted you to come back.” And you meant it. Eddie looked at you like he didn’t believe it but then you saw it, the hint of sadness in his eyes. You wondered how long it had been since someone told him they were proud of him.

“It was bad for a few years. I didn’t realize how bad it was until one day I saw this damn ladybug.” 

“A ladybug?” You asked, not following what he was talking about. 

“Remember that one time we were sitting out on the picnic tables by the trailer?  You were trying to get me to study for some test. And I told you it didn’t matter because I was going to fail anyways? Well right after I said that, a ladybug landed on my nose. I tried to squash it but you yelled at me and told me it was supposed to mean goodluck.”

You nodded, vaguely remembering that day. It was funny seeing Eddie flailing from a harmless little bug. 

“I saw a ladybug and it made me think of you,” he admitted sheepishly. “I remembered what you said and I took it as a sign. I guess it kind of brought me back to reality a bit. After that, my buddy I had met when I first got here helped me get clean, get a job, and basically that’s what I’ve been doing since,” he explained like it was that simple. It was not that simple. 

“How long have you been clean?” You asked, scared to know the answer. 

“A little bit over a year,” he admitted. “I’ve been working at the hotel restaurant ever since.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You were angry that Eddie had gone through that, but also so proud that he made it out. 

Eddie took your speechlessness as a sign to keep going. “I still didn’t call after that because I didn’t want you or Wayne to know what I did and what I got into. I figured you would think that I just started over out here. I didn’t want you to think I was dead, but I also didn’t want to admit how much of a god damn failure I am. And I remembered how mad you were at me and how much I hurt you and I thought that you would just be better off without me in your life at all. ”

“You are not a failure.” You shook your head forcefully. “When you didn’t come back I blamed myself. I am so mad at you still, Eddie. I would’ve come down here in a heartbeat and helped you.”

Guilt pounded at you. There were times you had been hard on Eddie to get his shit together. You didn’t realize you were hurting him instead of helping him. 

You couldn’t help but feel like this was all your fault. 

Eddie sighed, leaning his head back and looking at the sky before he shook his head at your words. “I know you would have but you didn’t need to see me like that. You still have every right to be mad at me though.”

“I know.” You sighed. 

Eddie smiled at your answer. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you at that table. I couldn’t believe that you were here. After all this time going back and forth on whether or not to go home and you just show up here.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I knew you’d be successful. I mean, what’ve you been up to? What’s your life like now?”

You shook your head, becoming angry again because this whole conversation he hasn’t asked about the one person who is supposed to be the most important to him. “You’re not even going to ask how your uncle is doing?”

Eddie sputtered for a moment. “Do you know how Wayne is doing?”

You looked back at him wide eyed. “What do you mean? Of course I know how Wayne is doing. Who do you think has been taking care of him since you left?”

It was a low blow. And Wayne didn’t exactly need taking care of. But it was still the truth. Eddie left and you stepped up to the plate. 

“What do you mean taking care of him? Is he alright?” Eddie sounded frantic now as he leaned closer to you. 

“He’s fine,” you said calmly. “But he’s got some health issues now.”

“Like?”

You fumbled, not sure how to break the news to Eddie. “About a year and a half after you disappeared, I got a phone call in the middle of the night because Wayne decided he was going to drive out to LA and find you himself without telling anyone. He made it all the way to Colorado before he had a heart attack on the side of the road. It was mild. He’s fine. I get him his medicine once a month. I make sure he goes to all of his doctors appointments. He had to cut back hours at the plant so I help him with his bills even though he fights me on it every time. I even tried to get him to move to Indianapolis to be closer to me just in case but he won’t because he’s afraid if you come back you won’t know where to find him and I just-” The strange look on Eddie’s face made you stop your rambling. 

“You do all of that for him?” His voice was breathy like he couldn’t believe it. 

“Of course I do. I wasn’t just going to abandon him too.”

Eddie nodded sadly as he processed your words, knowing that you weren’t wrong. “Does he know?”

“No. I talked to him earlier to check on him but I couldn’t tell him over the phone. I have to do it gently.”

Eddie dropped his head in his hands from shame.“I don’t know how to thank you for taking care of him when I couldn’t. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt more than they already were. He’s really okay though?” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. You could see the tears shining in his eyes, illuminated from the lights around you. 

“He just needs to take it easy, but you know how he is,” you admitted with a shrug. 

“I really thought he would be okay without me…”

“He is okay. He just misses you, Eddie. Promise me if you make things right with him that you won’t just disappear and break his heart all over again. I don’t think he can take it.” 

You wanted to add that you couldn’t take it if he broke your heart again too. But he didn’t owe you anything. 

“I won’t. I promise I’ll make it right. Seeing you here was the sign I needed. I’ll fix this…” He trailed off looking at you with a thoughtful expression. “Besides taking care of Wayne, tell me about your life now,” he requested. 

So you did. You told him about your job. Your best friend, Lissa, and your cat, Junie, that had the attitude of a teenager. You told him about your apartment in Indianapolis that you might have to give up to move back to Hawkins eventually to be closer to your parents and Wayne. You told him that you were trying to get a promotion at work, hence why you came on this trip anyways. And lastly, you told him that Vance was not your boyfriend. 

“Wait so that asshole that kept touching you last night was not your boyfriend?” He asked incredulously. 

“No. Just a coworker that can’t take a hint.” You shrugged. 

Eddie shook his head, his jaw tensed and hands in fists on his lap. “You want me to talk to him?”

“I have to work with him. You’ll just make it worse. Besides, don’t you have a girlfriend out here or something?” 

Eddie looked at you confused. That question had really come out of nowhere. “Of course I don’t.”

You hated to admit you were surprised but also relieved. “What about that lady that you followed out here? You two never had a thing?” You hated how forced your nonchalance sounded. You knew he could read right through it. 

Eddie let out a laugh. “Baby, no. There was never anything like that. I did tell you she was like sixty years old right?”

Baby. He had called you baby. A jolt traveled through your heart at his words. Did he really mean it when he said it or was it just a cruel slip of the tongue? 

“No,” you admitted slowly. 

Eddie shook his head. “It was just business until she stole from us. Nothing more. I promise.”

You looked down at the ground instead of saying anything else. 

“When do you leave?” He finally asked. 

“I have a flight in the morning,” you said, looking at him to see what he would say. 

“Shit. And it’s getting late. I’ll walk you back,” announced before reluctantly standing, sticking his hand out for you to grab and pull yourself up.

The walk back wasn’t as silent as the walk there. You both moved slowly, neither of you wanting to admit that you didn’t want the night to end. Eddie took his time pointing out which stores were scams and which ones he had funny stories about. He also told you how to get to his apartment from the hotel even though you would never have the chance to go there. You felt like he was telling you just in case. 

 There was something between you and Eddie that you couldn’t deny. It was obvious that five years hadn’t healed you like you thought it would. Especially since you were able to intensely feel all of the emotions you had been locking away by just being near Eddie for a short amount of time. 

You wondered if Eddie could feel it too. The spark in the air that was mixing with the salt water. You were still pissed at the situation but you wanted to understand what he went through. You wanted to be patient with him like you used to be before the world gave you a hard shell. 

Eddie escorted you back up to your hotel room, letting you know he’ll be fine walking back to his apartment alone.  You both paused in front of the room door, neither of you sure what to say next. You stripped off his jacket, handing it back to him even though you wanted to keep it forever. 

You were about to ask him the question, the big ‘now what?’

But before you could, Eddie had pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You were shocked, at first, but found yourself breathing him in and leaning into his embrace. 

“I miss you,” he whispered into the side of your head. His breath blowing over the sensitive skin of your neck gave you chills.

“I miss you too,” you admitted softly. 

He pulled back, taking another look at your face like he was trying to memorize every feature. 

“Do you want to come inside for a little bit?” You asked softly, not ready for the night to end. 

You braced yourself for what he might say.

Your heart fluttered when he said yes. 

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem reader #tw drug addiction #tw addiction

[messers-moony]

Teacher | F.H

Pairing: Teacher!Five Hargreeves X Teacher!Wife!Reader

Summary: Five agrees with their nosy students.

“ Mrs.Hargreeves? “ A student named Alex called as he raised his hand, “ Yes? “ 

Alex didn’t know if this question was an invasion of privacy or not. It was a dare from his friends to ask their junior year English teacher, Y/n Hargreeves if she had any relationship with the senior calculus teacher, Five Hargreeves. 

He coughed nervously, “ Are you and Mr.Hargreeves related or married? “

“ Is that any of your business? “ She queried with her arms crossed from her desk, “ No, I suppose not but- “ 

“ Exactly. It isn’t your business. “ Y/n retorted politely, “ I’d prefer if you went back to working on the assignment, please. “ 

The class was silent after that. Questions like the one asked earlier was nothing new. She probably got asked about a hundred times a day, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. She was more approachable than Five was. He was a strict math teacher who cared tons for his students. 

Perhaps that’s why they stayed at the school for hours on end tutoring or helping their students. Five and Y/n had been married for years now. They met in college and got married shortly after. It wasn’t a huge wedding. Something that just the two of them did alone in a courthouse. Despite the begging from her and his family to have an actual wedding, it wasn’t their style. 

They both taught at the same school. While Y/n taught 11th graders, her husband taught 12th graders. His class was college-level, making it more critical than others. Her class was an average Literature class, so she got quite a few characters sometimes. 

Nevertheless, they both cared immensely for their jobs. The pay was enough for them to live relatively comfortably. Not to mention Five multitude of inheritance he got from when his father had passed. Admittedly most of it was still kept in a bank account in savings for who knows what. 

When the students left, it was eerily quiet, but that didn’t both Y/n. Frequently she’d turn off the lights in her classroom and turn on the decorative ones hanging near her whiteboard while grading papers. She never left without Five due to going in the same car. 

She never knew if students stayed after class or not. Most of the time, he’d arrive in her classroom saying that he was done for the day while she caught up on some grading. Y/n had just begun looking through essays when her classroom door opened to show her husband. 

“ Hey, love. “ He smiled, shutting the door behind him, “ No kids after school? “ She asked as he sat on a children's stool in front of her desk. 

He shook his head, “ No. Test today. So I might have a few this week for makeups or corrections. “ 

“ Mmm. “ Y/n hummed, “ You don’t happen to have Alex Dallas in your class, do you? “ 

“ The name doesn’t ring a bell; why? “ Five inquired, “ Well, apparently he’s curious about why our last names match. “ Y/n spoke sourly. 

“ And I can tell from your tone you aren’t happy about it. “ Five stated, “ Ding ding ding. We have a winner. “ Y/n smiled sarcastically. 

Five took her hand in his, “ Maybe we should tell them. “

“ Wouldn’t that be unprofessional? “ Y/n questioned, “ Plus, they're students. Not our kids. “ 

“ I know they aren’t our kids, but they aren’t oblivious. “ He replied, “ They’re more intelligent than they look. You can trust me on that. “ 

Five laughed, “ There are some kids that step in my classroom, and I don’t even know how they got there, but their work is always top-notch. “ He elaborated. 

“ Yes, I understand, but I just still don’t think it matters. “ Y/n complied as she set the papers down on her desk, “ You’re my wife. “ He stated. 

She snorted, “ I sure as hell hope so. “

“ We knew that working at the same school. This would happen. I’m not ashamed to admit that Mrs.Hargreeves, the hottest teacher in the school might I add, is my wife. “ Five sweet-talked, and she rose an eyebrow, “ Anyways. I don’t see an issue with telling them. “ 

“ For a math teacher, you do have a way with words. “ She muttered, “ What was that? “ He teased, smirking mischievously. 

She smacked him upside the head, “ Alright, Professor Hargreeves, let’s go home. “ 

“ Never call me Professor again. “ Five whined playfully as they stood from the desk, “ Why not? Does it do something to you, darling? “ Y/n teased. 

Five took her hand and pulled her the closest he could to his body, “ I’ll show you what it does. “ 

#Five x you #Five x reader #Five x y/n #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #number five #number five x reader #number five x you #number five x y/n #tua #tua netflix #tua au #tua x reader #The Umbrella Academy

[cartoon-lovers-world]

If you ever feel like you put too much whump/emotional package in your Encanto fic, just remember a few things:

This cutie pie never got to enjoy his ceremony, aka the night of his life, and was afraid of 'not being special', oh and let's not forget that he was almost crushed by a door, and he's five

This girl, spent all her life being perfect, and was going to marry a man she never loved for the sake of her family

On the other hand, this girl spent her life seeing the man she loved with another girl, and not just any girl, but her cousin, and couldn't do anything about it

Oh, let's not forget that Luisa literally worked without rest for the sake of being 'helpful', and was prolly stressed 24/7

Hold on, there's more

Bruno literally didn't expect to receive a hug from HIS MOTHER, and also thought it would be better to live in the walls even after everything is fixed, to sum up, he thought it would be better if he wasn't there

Let's not forget that Mirabel was literally surprised when HER SISTER hugged her, like, c'mon. Is this normal for siblings? Sure. But for Mira, that's totally a surprise

Oh, i almost forgot, our weather queen here had to hide her feelings and be in a good mood 24/7 in order to please everyone for like, 45 years

Boy literally was struck by lightning, like, imagine how hurtful it is to get struck by lightning then shift into, i don't know, 3 people?

Last but not least, the lovebirds. Who never got to enjoy parenthood together, or experience their happily ever after. One was murdered just after his kids were born, and the other watched him getting murdered in front of her eyes, and had to raise three kids on her own, for fifty years, all while making sure their magic never dies

So never be worried that your story has too much whump :)

#Encanto #Abuela Madrigal #Pedro Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Luisa Madrigal #Camilo Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #Mariano Guzman #Don't worry to put whump in your stories guys #I tried to make this based on canon things from the movies #So it'd be more realistic #Wow the last one rhymed good

[heyclickadee]

Okay, here’s the slightly evil, kind of sad, but mostly happy in a somewhat melancholy way (basically just a lot of feelings here) thought I had about Tech and Phee having kids, if that should ever happen:

So, operating under the assumption that Tech comes back, let’s say he and Phee do get together. And let’s say they stay together, and end up more or less space married. Let’s say they both want kids, and, after a lot of discussion about the war going on in the background and how they’re going to raise them and keep them safe, they end up going ahead with it. They don’t really settle down in any one place, but they’ve got their own ship with plenty of room, Pabu (maybe) is a good, stable home base to go back to when needed, and they’ve got a huge family for support. Those kids, if they have more than one, are loved. They have tons of uncles, somebody is always around, maybe some of the other batchers have partners (or not) and also have kids or adopt kids (heck, let’s throw Riyo in there, too, since she and Echo are a popular ship—they end up together but they don’t want kids, but they do a lot of work helping younger clones when they’re not fighting the Empire, Hunter took in several of the clone cadets they rescued from Tantiss, Wrecker is the favorite uncle but Crosshair is the favorite babysitter, they all manage to visit Cut and Suu once in a while, and and both Omega and Lyana are delighted to have little cousins running around (I kind of headcanon that Shep and Lyana kind of adopted Phee into their family after she found Pabu, so even if we’re going with a version of Phee that was formerly a Jedi and and doesn’t really know who her birth parents were, her kids are going to have family on both sides).

And this all exists just as a headcanon for something that could maybe happen after season three, depending on how season three goes, buuuut I like it. It’s just this nice little thought of this big, chaotic family, way bigger than just our six batchers, that’s structured a little weirdly, because clones, and everyone has their problems. but they’re all doing their best for each other and there’s a lot of love in it. And then I started thinking about clone aging.

And we all know clone aging sucks, but: let’s say clones really do age at twice the normal rate once they reach maturity, and let’s say Tech is chronologically, like, twelve but physically in his late twenties. A hard late twenties where he could pass for anything between thirty and fifty, but late twenties all the same. Suppose he gets the best case scenario and manages to live till he’s physically 90. Chronologically, he’ll be around forty-five. So, close to best case scenario, barring dying violently or getting sick, he’s got maybe another thirty-three years in him. That might seem like a lot (and it probably is to a clone), but to put that in perspective, I’m thirty-five. If I die in thirty-three years, I’ll only be sixty-eight—I’ll have died pretty young. And I’ve already been alive almost three times as long as many of the clones have. The clones do not get that much time.

There’s a lot to be explored with that in regards to Phee; I’ll be honest, the potential, “This is going to be over faster than either of us are going to be ready for,” “It is—let’s do it anyway,” is part of why at draws me to the ship, because there’s something a little defiant about two people going into a relationship knowing one of them was built to die faster, and choosing to live their lives how they want despite that. But there’s also a lot to be explored in how Phee and Tech would handle that with their kids. Because—they’d tell them. They’d have to sit down and tell them once they got to a certain age. Tech is going to be lucky to see them hit their twenties. It’s not like they wouldn’t notice their dad and their clone uncles getting old so much faster than their mom, Omega, or their uncle Shep, or anyone else they know. They’d ask questions, and it’s not like Tech wouldn’t be up-front. But I don’t think it’d be an easy conversation for any of them to have.

#the bad batch #techphee #tech bad batch #phee genoa #things I made myself have feelings about #while staring at my computer and not working yesterday #anyway add this to the ever growing list of things I want to draw #very rambly tired thoughts do not take them too seriously

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thanks for the tag @jesuisici33! this came out much sappier and longer than expected but oh well. Rules: Everyone uses the same word prompt. Write as much or as little as you want for any fandom. Tag at least 5 peopleThere’s NO time limit! Just have fun! Reblog or post separately

"Carlos would kill me if he knew I was showing you this." Andrea flips through the photo album, the plastic pages crinkling against each other as she turns the through it. "This is was the first time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea shows TK a photo of a five year old Carlos who's teary eyed and red faced. "It was also the last time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea points at a photo of a nine year old Carlos in wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, black button down, a denim jacket and denim jeans. "He wanted to be Cordell Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger for character day at school. He said he wanted to be just like his dad."

Next to it is another photo of Carlos is the same outfit, but Gabriel is kneeling down to be level with his son. They're both wearing cowboy hats that are battling for the focus of the photo. Carlos is smiling TK's favorite kind of smile. He remembers seeing the same smile when he asked Carlos to marry him. Carlos is smiling like he's unapologetically happy.

"Who's this?" TK reaches for an amalgamation of fuzz that's sitting in the box. After pulling it out, he sees that's it a stuffed Koala that's a little weathered, faded grey and missing a blue button eye.

"Kique." Andrea says the name fondly, like she's being reunited with an old friend. "Most kids had a safety blanket, but my Carlitos." Andrea reaches out and gently rubs on one of Kique's ears, feeling the soft fur against the pads of her finger. "He had Kique."

Andrea tilts her head and takes in Kique's missing eye. "If only we knew where that eye went, though." Andrea sighs, then shrugs. "I don't know, part of me wonders if he still needs Kique, maybe even now more than ever." Andrea looks at TK and smiles. "Then again, now he has you."

TK grins at the statement, flattered that Andrea thinks so much of him. That said, TK looks at Kique and can't help but think, maybe having a couple of reinforcements isn't a bad thing. And he is pretty sure he has a couple of buttons lying around the apartment looking for a new home.

"Andrea," TK begins, hoping the answer to the question yet to be asked will be yes. "Do you have a sewing kit?"

Andrea smiles and TK feels hopeful. "I sure do."

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"Hey baby," Carlos announces when he walks through the front door. "I stopped by the pharmacy and got band-aids, like you asked. Are you finally going to tell me, oh my god." Carlos eyes widen when he sees TK's red stained fingers. "What did you do to yourself?"

"I thought I knew how to sew." TK says while looking at the tips of his fingers. "Turns out, I do not know how to sew."

TK watches as Carlos frantically opens the box of band-aids. "I promise, it looks worse than it is."

"Well it looks pretty damn bad." Carlos had already unwrapped a band-aid and is working to take off the pieces of paper on the back of it. "Why were you sewing in the first place?" He wraps the bandage around TK's right index finger. He doesn't need to, TK could do it himself, but Carlos wants to. He looks up at TK. "TK?"

"I was trying to surprise you." TK comically frowns as Carlos wraps another bandage around TK's left ring finger.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised all right. What was the actual surprise?"

TK holds up a band-aid clad finger and walks into the bedroom before walking out with a stuffed koala one with a blue eye and a red eye. "Your mom took me down memory lane."

"Of course she did." Carlos mutters under his breath.

"And in doing so, introduced me to Kique, the one eyed protector." TK wipes at the red button eye. "Figured I would take matters into my own hands to make sure he has a second eye. Better to see any oncoming monsters with."

He passes the koala to Carlos, and Carlos smiles TK's favorite kind of smile. "TK, you didn't have to do that." Though, based on Carlos' reaction, and the way he instinctually grabs on to Kique like he never wants to let him go, TK think he had no choice but to do just that.

"I know, but I wanted to." TK tries to respond casually, but his grin gives him away.

"I can't believe I have Kique the Koala back in my arms again." Carlos smiles down at the mismatched eyes. "I'm going to cherish this like it's what I love most in the world. Well second most, I suppose."

"What's the first?" TK asks, eyes bright with knowing.

Carlos reaches over and pulls TK into a kiss. "You, and I think you know that."

TK smiles and it's Carlos' favorite type of smile. "I did, I just wanted to hear you say it."

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rosedavid, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe and @sanjuwrites :)

#my love language is gift giving if you can't tell 😭 i just realized it's all over my writing WOW #my writing #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos

[linkbetweenlinksau]

7, 9, and 14 :3

Bless you for having the questions right here for me to see

7. What’s the weirdest thing (character) has done/ would do? I think this is meant to have a specific character mentioned, but I’ll try to give a good answer lol. I think the weirdest thing is def Sky breaking into people’s houses and sleeping in their beds lol. Not even Wild does that. And yeah I know that Sky grew up with the people of skyloft, but I love to imagine that he just does that. So when he’s out of skyloft, he discovers that not everyone likes it when a random stranger goes into their home and sleeps in their beds lol. Apparently people will call the town guard on you 🤔

9. What headcanons/ plans do you have about (character)’s family? I think this is meant to be another specific character, but I think a lot about the Link’s families! Sky, Minish, Time, and Legend I have no ideas, but there’s Hyrule’s family that I think about the most! His mother is a great fairy and his father is a Hylian, so he himself is a half fairy! His father Benji married his mother Faima since he was conceived and they raised him together. But unfortunately, while traveling Hyrule, Benji lost sight of his son, and they got separated. Benji spent most of his time looking for his son (his real name is Orchid) but he was basically renamed Link and was all over Hyrule. So he wasn’t able to find him until after the events of aol. Benji and Faima were pretty distraught knowing how rare and valuable their son is, so it was bad vibes. But now that they’ve reunited, they’re trying to rekindle their relationship! But Hyrule doesn’t remember much of his childhood, just vague memories of his parents, so it’s a challenge.

Twilight’s biological family still has me confused. Idk how old I want him to be when he meets Rusl and Uli, idk how his parents died, idk where they died, idk what’s happening. But I do know that during the temple of time, Link was officially adopted by Rusl and Uli. Very wholesome and cute.

Four’s mother was a very tough woman, which ended up being her demise. When he was 3 months old, she got sick and ended up collapsing cuz she kept pushing through. Leon (Four’s father) found her and took her to the healer, and she ended up dying. Leon had to take time off from being a knight to take care of his son, fortunately the king was very kind and understanding, and many women were able to help feed Four since he was still a baby. When Four got older, the king allowed him and Lily (his Zelda) to be raised together while Leon was working. That’s why the two are so close, and Leon helped Lily when the king eventually passed away. It’s just Four and his father now

Windy’s parents died when he was like… four? Or five. He was pretty young. His mother died during child birth, and his father and grandfather died during a hurricane. Grandma and Aryll were all he had left. He has vague memories of his father, he still remembers him promising Windy to take him fishing someday. But it never happened.he adores his sister and grandma of course, and he sorta had to grow up to help raise Aryll and many of the kids on outset. He was at an awkward age where he was too young to hang out with the adults, but too old to hang out with the kids, and he always had to babysit them. So he spent a lot of time alone or with Aryll, since she’s a lovely sister.

I have no ideas for Spirit so moving onto Wild and Age. They basically have the same family sooooo yeah. His father is Ammon and his mother is Sarah. Sarah is from Hateno and trained under her father to be a blacksmith. Ammon is from castle town and has had a rough time after his older brother, Georgie, died. He got motivated to join the army and to protect people, and that led him to Hateno where he and Sarah met. Age/Wild have/had a younger sister named Aryn, who’s much younger than her older brother, probably around 12, and she’s a more positive upbeat kinda gal. His grandfather is an intimidating and strict old man, but he has a soft spot for his grandchildren. They rarely see Ammon’s parents tho since their relationship is very strained. Not much else to say, beloved. Rip Wild.

And Warriors…. When he was very little, probably 5, he was with his twin sister Linkle, his grandmother, and his father. Monsters attacked their village and they got separated, with Linkle sticking with her grandmother, and Warriors sticking with his father. They all assumed they were dead. Linkle and her grandmother stayed at some outskirts village while Warriors and his father stayed near castle town since his father is a knight. Warriors got pretty popular with the knights that his father knew, and when he was 12, his father passed away. Warriors went to his father’s best friend, Theo and asked him to train him when he was 13 cuz he wanted to follow his father’s footsteps, so he was trained. Hence why he’s so good at fighting. Their grandmother died a little before the war of eras, so he never reunited with her. But he and his twin sister were able to meet again :)

Phew ok that’s it, I hope that makes sense and I hope that’s how you’re supposed to answer the question 😭😭

14. Do you have any headcanons about the races of Hyrule? Man this would’ve been the perfect time to talk about Hylians vs humans 😭😭 guess I’ll do it again. Hylians and humans are very similar to each other, but they are physically different! Obviously Hylians have pointy ears, and it allows them to hear better than humans. They’re also much tougher than humans. They can fall from a high height into water or on land and have a higher chance of surviving than if a human were to fall. They can also handle extreme temperatures much better than humans. This is all based on gameplay in Zelda, which I know that Link is pretty tough in game cuz it’s a video game, but hey, there’s gotta be some differences! This is more focused on my strangers across eras au but it’s fun to think of differences between the races!

#asks #hoo boy #there’s a lot #didn’t have the energy to talk about other races

[redheadjustin]

Omg I would love a fic where Bella’s dad remarries a guy and Bella is like thrown off because she is too involved with being a vampire to notice her dad is bi and getting remarried 😂

You sighed happy in your husband's arms. You and Charlie swan had been Married for a few years and you were happy. Yes, Charlie Swan was Bisexaul and it was something he regretted hiding for years. He could have found a partner who respected his wants and desires instead of wasting years in a loveless marriage with Rene. Charlie wouldn't take any of it back. It gave him his little girl. If only she deserved him. It had been years since Charlie heard from his daughter despite her and the Cullens still being in Forks. It was something Charlie held deep resentment over.

You knew of Bella. But, you never met her and hoped you never would. You had spent your life babysitting and taking care of children so you knew that Bella was a grade one brat. You were a pediatrician and knew more about raising children than any parent.  After all, you knew what not to do thanks to your parents. You were abused, mistreated and pushed to the side while your siblings were treated like princes. You became a pediatrician to make sure no child grew up like you did. You met Charlie when he brought a kid in with a broken wrist. You two had seen each other around town and had spoken to one another once or twice but for some reason you two hit it off when you talked about suspected abuse. It was how you also met your adopted son, Shawn.

You and Charlie adopted Shawn after the investigation concluded that the poor boy was being abused. It gave you a chance to heal the kid and show him the love you missed. It gave Charlie a chance to make sure it wasn’t his fault on how Bella turned out. You both showered Shawn with love and gifts. But, unlike Rene with Bella, you never spoiled him. You made sure he knew that if he wanted something he had to work for them. And it turned a Scared five year old boy into a strong, brave, loving, caring and respectful ten year old boy who would go on to do extraordinary things in his life.

You sighed as you heard a knock on the door. “I got it Charlie, just relax. I’ll bring back some coffee.” You told your husband as you stood to put your bathrobe on. You walked down the stairs cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to visit at eight in the morning. You opened the door and the person on the other side of the door was the absolute last one you ever expected.

“Charlie! Your Daughter’s here! Why don’t you come in?” You told the confused Vampire after hearing a shout from your husband. You knew she was a vampire as you were a member of the Quileute tribe. Plus your older brother, Paul, is a part of the wolfpack and you expected your little brother to rush to the house once he smelled a vampire near his baby brother.

“So, um, who are you to my dad?” the female vampire asked as she shifted on the couch uncomfortable. You were smirking on the inside. You knew that she smelt Charlie all over you. And she probably already guessed about your relationship but you couldn’t help the satisfaction that rose up at that. You always wanted to take Bella down a few pegs as she always seemed so Goddamn smug when you met her. You’d be surprised if she recognized you. You were always by Paul’s side and helping Emily before you went to med school.  

“Bella, I’m sorry you had to find out about this but Y/N is my husband.” Charlie said as he stepped into the living room with a matching robe around his waist. “Wait, so, You’re Gay??” Bella asked and you flinched at the accusation. You knew what it was like. “No Bella, I’m bisexaul and so is Y/N. You never knew because you never visit and you keep your family away. I only see my granddaughter when Y/N sees his Brother and Jacob happens to be there. So, if you wanted to know you should have come around more. And you’d know you have a stepfather and stepbrother.” It was obvious that what Bella had been told had hurt her. “You catch her up, Charlie. I’ll help Shawn get ready.” You said as you went to go help your son get ready for the day. You smiled as you saw your son already awake. It was the same every morning. Shawn needed help on things normal ten year olds didn’t. Unfortunately, the abuse Shawn suffered gave him nerve damage and developmental delays. It was like he was two instead of ten. “Hey bud. Sleep well?” You asked as you went over to Shawn's dresser. You helped Shawn get dressed for the day and as you did you felt someone in the doorway.

“He’s special.” Bella said quietly. “He is. Shawn was abused heavily and he got nerve damage and delays in his development.” You told Bella softly as you let Bella closer. It seemed Charlie had a talk with Her about Shawn. “...You’re a doctor. Do…do you feel bad you can’t cure him?” You didn’t mind the blunt question. It was natural that she’d wonder how you felt. Everyone did. “Sometimes, yes. But I love him just the way he is and though I look for treatments I don’t care if I take care of him like this till he’s forty.” And that was God's honest truth.

“I’m glad you two are family. Dad said your brother is part of the wolfpack. Who is he?” Bella asked, running her hand through Shawn’s curly, blue hair. “ Paul Lahote.” You answered, smiling at the thought of your hothead brother. “I’m sorry.” Bella said playfully. “I don’t know why. He’s your uncle in law now.” You told her with a shit eating grin. You laughed at the grouan that came out of Bell’s mouth. You were glad Charlie and Bella reconciled. Shawn gained a sister and a whole extended family to help him. And you got to see Bella as she is now. Not as she was and that was everything.  

#twilight #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #x male! reader #twilight x male reader

[persephonewritessometimes]

Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

         Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

         “Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

         “Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

         “Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

         “Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

         “Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

         “You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

         “I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

         “She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

         “She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

         “Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

         “How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

         “Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

         “Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

         “For you, Y/N? Anything!”

         “Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

         “As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

         “Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

         “Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

         “I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

         “What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

         “Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

         “There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

         “I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

         “Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

         “Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

         “One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

         “Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

         “How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

         “I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

         “That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

         “I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

         “I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

         “I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

         “Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

         “I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

         “Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

         “You lot hot as per usual.”

         “I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

         “You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

         “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

         “Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

         “Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

         “HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

         “I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

         “Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

         “Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

         “Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

         "Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

         “Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

         “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

         “This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

         “HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

         “The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

         “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

         “What’s wrong?” I whisper.

         “Nothing.”

         “Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

         “I’m just antsy.” He says.

         “Why?”

         “It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

         “That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

         “You know, don’t you?”

         “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

         “No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

         I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

         “Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

         “If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

         “I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

         “Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

         “Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

         “Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

         “Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

         “Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

         “Oh, really?”

         “Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

         “I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

         “It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

         “Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

         “Oh, mama is sad?”

         “No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

         “Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

         The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

         “What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

         “What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

         “If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

         “You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

         “Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

         “Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

         “When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

         “You heard that?”

         “I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

         “I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

         “Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

         “Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

         “What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

         “I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet & Sticky

Summary: You and Andy decide to get a little frisky in the kitchen before the kids come home.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Lovey Dovey Goodness, Scarred Children, Ice Cream Sundaes, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Minors DNI

A/N: So this was not the story I intended on writing tonight, but oh well. This drabble is a part of my Growing Pains Series. I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs welcome. Will proofread better in the morning.

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“Cut it out!” You squeal as your loving husband picks you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. “The kids’ll be back soon and–mmph!”

Your weak protests are interrupted as Andy's lips come crashing down on your own. Your man takes his time exploring your mouth, letting your tongues intertwine as if you have all the time in the world. And then he gently cups your jaw, tilting your head back so as to grant him deeper access. 

“Mm…you taste like strawberries, baby girl.” He murmurs when he finally lets you up for air. “You been eating ice cream again?” 

“I’m afraid you caught me, Sir.” You whisper back, fisting a small hand in his shirt and dragging his luscious mouth down to yours once again. Unable to hold back, you allow yourself to moan into the kiss. And you can't help but love it when his other hand dives into your curls, freeing them from the confines of your hair clips and bobby pins.

You both find yourselves giggling when you hear them hit the hardwood floor, scattering every which way. Sure, they’d be a bitch to clean up, but right now you had more important things to worry about. 

Like fitting in a quickie before your children came home.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” Andy growls, nipping at the tender flesh of your throat. “I bet you didn’t even take your Lactaid pills, did you?”

“Nope.” You respond before letting out another giggle. Actually, yes, you had. But sometimes you liked to fuck with him a little just to see where it got you. “Guess that means we’re working on borrowed time, huh?” 

Because after almost twenty-five years together, you had to keep things spicy. Play was a very important part of your relationship. It was right up there with open communication and hot, sweaty makeup sex.

“What’s this we shit all about?” Your husband huffs, all the while pulling you closer to his big body. He takes a moment to thrust his straining erection against your core, the thin fabric of your light gray leggings doing little to hide the damp evidence of your arousal. “Over here talking like you married a fucking minute man.”

“Ooh! We’re taking it back to Missy Elliot, are we?” Your cheeky response earns you a swift pinch to your nipple for your trouble, making you yip.

“You little fucking brat.” Andy picks you up by your ass, using both hands to squeeze and knead your plump curves. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asks again, this time as a smile graces his handsome face. 

“I dunno.” You shrug, before affectionately tracing your tongue across his sexy bottom lip. “I suppose you’ll just have to keep me, won’t you?”

You gaze deep into his brilliant blue eyes, loving the way they seem to light up with mischief. Giving into temptation you raise your fingertips to lightly stroke his chiseled jaw, his neatly trimmed beard now adorned with flecks of gray. 

 Oh yes, age looked good on your man. And you made sure to remind him of that every chance you got.

“I suppose so, little wife.” Andy grunts before placing you on the opposite end of the island. 

Once you find your balance, you reach between you to cup the outline of his hard cock before slipping a hand inside his sweats. “If I must. But it’ll, uh, be h-hard.” Your man finishes with a gasp.

A soft hiss escapes his throat as you begin to tease him, loving the way he feels in your palm as you struggle to wrap yourself around his impressive girth. 

“Mm…I know, Daddy.” You increase the speed of your strokes, taking a moment to swirl your thumb over his sensitive crown every now and again. “But do it for the children.”

"Fuck!" He snarls under his breath.

“Tell you what…” You lean up to whisper in his ear, unconsciously thrusting your aching breasts in his face as you do. “How about we grab what’s left of the ice cream, some whipped cream, and that jar of maraschino cherries and take them upstairs? I’m thinking I wanna turn you into my own personal sundae.”

“Okay,” Your man purrs, clearly delighted by the sweet and sticky prospect of what is yet to come. “But only if I get to do you too.”

The heated look he gives you lets you know that he’s really not asking. Your Big Man is telling you exactly what he’s gonna do. Which meant that you were gonna have to pretend to be his good girl. At least long enough to allow him to enjoy his treat.

“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.” You slowly release him from your grip, but not before giving him one last promising squeeze. “Ooh! And I bet we’ve still a little chocolate syrup left in there too. I can’t wait to lick it off your–”

Your last little x-rated thought is interrupted by none other than your eldest child.

“Oh my god, stop!” She all but screams as she marches into the kitchen with her younger siblings in tow, each of them looking pained as they press their hands over their ears. “Please just stop. My ears. They burn.” 

“Hey kiddos.” You and Andy turn to glance at them, never once bothering to break your affectionate embrace. “How was dinner?” You go to weave your arms around your husband’s neck before innocently resting your head on his broad chest.

“It was fine until you just subjected us to whatever the heck that was.” Katrina grimaces, waving her hand in your general direction as she still struggles to make eye contact. “I gotta go. I think I’m starting to feel a little queasy.” She pretends to dry heave as she heads for the stairs.

“I’ll come hold your hair back, sissy!” Rory calls out after her, leaving you with Bianca and A.J. 

“We brought you back some food.”  Your fourteen-year-old grumbles, before sitting the bag down and proceeding to nudge it across the counter as if you all were suddenly radioactive. “And can you please stop doing, uh, all that kissing stuff? We eat in here.”

“Ugh! Why do your father and I keep hearing all of this complaining?” You growl at your babies, pressing a chaste kiss to Andy’s lips. “How about you all just be happy that you happen to have two parents who still find each other attractive?”

“Very attractive.” Your Andy Bear agrees. “After all, you four had to get here somehow. Right?” He brushes mouth over yours once more, secretly enjoying the effect it had on each and every one of his overly dramatic children. 

You can’t help but snicker just a little when you hear KitCat loudly pretending to throw up again from her hiding spot upstairs. 

“I don’t know what ya’ll keep talking about.” Junior mutters as he let's out a full body shudder before taking off towards the basement. “The stork dropped me off with you gross people. Wish he’d take me back.”

“Give me a second, and I’ll dial him for you.” Andy calls out as his retreating form, laughing when his son almost trips headlong into a wall in his rush to get away. 

Four down. One to go.

With that in mind, your attention shifts back to your Bianca Bibbity. Shrugging off her jacket, your daughter proceeds to hold it up to her face - effectively blocking you both from view.

“I’m just gonna go check on RoRo and KitCat. And maybe take a scrub brush to my eyes too while I’m at it. No big deal.” 

“You do that. But if you need us, your father and I will be right here. Happily making out.”

“Oh lord, I feel sick.” BiBi mumbles to herself as she scrambles up the nearest flight of steps. “You two need to get a friggin’ room!”

“This whole house is our room, kid! We just allow you to live here rent free!” Andy’s voice booms in her direction, eliciting a traumatized scream from her, as well as two equally amused chuckles from you.

Once your laughter finally subsides, your man reaches up to playful twirl one of your curls around his thick index finger.

“So, now that we’ve succeeded in scarring our kids for life…you still in the mood for that sundae?”

“Oh, most definitely, Big Man. I’ll even help you raid the fridge.” You respond with a wink before hopping down from your perch.

Things were about to get delightfully messy.

END

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[lucreziaq2001]

•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of war and the character's grandson fighting in it, the possibility of him having been killed in action and his parents' grief because of it, also caused by the fact that he is their only child, a President's assassination, a presumed suicide having happened that same day, the possibility of that death having been a murder and a witness coming forward to talk about it after fourty years.

•This fanfiction is a History AU inspired by my favourite episode of the TV show "Cold case", "Boy crazy".

•For the sake of the story, the members of the team are all around the same age, they don't have the same age differences as they do in the actual show. Most of them are also just friends and (for a part of the story) schoolmates, not co-workers, and none of them works for the FBI or even the police or anything like that.

•None of the member of the team lived in Washington either when they were young. In 2003, the most recent year the story takes place in, they are all scattered around the United States, but most of them (not David) were born and raised in Lancaster City (Pennsylvania). You will understand why I made this decision as you read the story. And no one is the same age as they were in the actual show, also for the sake of the story.

•And yes, I made Erin and Rossi a married couple with all their children alive, making her three children his too and his two kids hers too, to avoid all that mess with David's divorces and all that.

•Spencer will be 12 years old and in his first year of high school because he is a genius and skipped some grades, but just two, not as many as he did in the series. I couldn’t bring myself to make him a 9-year-old in highschool maybe. Sorry.

•The quote I put as the opening for this story is from a movie I like, "Sarah's key", so it obviously doesn't belong to me.

•The story's title, instead, is similar to the one I found in a titles-themed Wattpad story. I asked for permission from the story's author to use it, though.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @rynwritesreid, @chrrysgirl, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @hugyourlungs, @cancersunthatsit, @strangermoonlove, @myastronomicallife.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 1: New information on an old case

"Sometimes, our own stories are the ones we can never tell. But when a story is not told, it becomes something else: it becomes forgotten".

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When they were woken up by the sound of David's phone ringing at 6 am on June 12, 2003, the first thing both 80-year-old David Rossi and his 78-year-old wife Erin thought of was their 23-year-old grandson Samuel, who was a soldier and fighting in Iraq at that moment.

Had he been killed?

If he had, they needed to answer the phone and maybe even go to their daughter Nancy and son-in-law Michael's house immediately.

Even for Dave and Erin, who had five kids, the mere thought of losing one of them was heart-shattering, but if Samuel had actually passed away, Michael and Nancy would have to bury their only child.

The pain of that would have been unbearable and they had to be there and support them.

Fortunately, however, when David grabbed his phone and looked at the display, he didn't see their daughter or son-in-law's name on it.

Instead, there was an unknown number, and while the man would have usually rejected a call like that, something inside him told him that one was important, so he got out of bed as quickly as he could and left the room to answer.

And about ten minutes later, he walked back into his bedroom with a huge smile on his face.

"Who was it? What's going on?" Erin, who had gotten out of bed too by that time, immediately questioned.

"It was a man named Matthew Benton. He asked if he could meet me at a bar in our city tomorrow. He apparently has new information on the death of Emily Prentiss. Obviously, I said yes. We are meeting at 3 pm tomorrow" her husband replied, feeling and sounding more excited than he had been in a pretty long time.

"Who?" Erin asked at first, but a few seconds later, she remembered.

"Oh, yes, that 18-year-old girl who committed suicide in Pennsylvania on the day President Kennedy died! I remember now. You were obsessed with that case for weeks right after it happened" the woman added, feeling even more interested in that conversation by then.

Even after fourty years, she still remembered that case almost perfectly, but most importantly, she was certain she already knew what her husband was thinking at that moment.

"You already know I don't think it was a suicide, Honey. I never thought it was, and maybe tomorrow I'll find out I am right" Dave explained, already feeling sure he would have discovered he had been right all along the next day.

"And then what? Even if your theory was correct, you are not a policeman, David, just a crime writer, and you haven't written anything in fifteen years" Erin retorted, not to tear the man down, but to bring him back to reality in her opinion.

"And then I'll tell the police what I discovered, that poor girl will finally have the justice she deserves and her mother and son will get to know the truth about how she died" Dave responded, and at that, all his wife could do was smile.

When David put his mind to something, there was no stopping him from achieving it, and while that had caused even heated arguments between them several times in their fifty-eight years of marriage, that day Erin felt extremely proud of him because of it.

Whatever had happened to Emily Prentiss on November 22, 1963, her husband would have soon discovered it.

She had no doubt about that.

[inlocusmads]

hello, goodbye ~ jimmy rose

Jimmy writes a letter to his daughter, in the off-chance he doesn't come home. (crimes of passion)

wc: 949; teen and up

written for @choicesjanuary2024 day 10: Write a letter from one character to another.

a/n: just a really quick drabble to get me out of a slump - both in writing and well, everything lol

Nora,

Everything sucks, huh?

That is a terrible way to probably start this letter, but oh well. Herman, you know, the friend of mine who bought you that Tiana mug, tells me I’ve got to write a letter to my family and friends just in case I don’t come home. It is no military, sure, but being put in active danger everyday makes you want to write a little something just in case the worst thing happens.

It’s not going to happen. I doubt you’d read this.

If you do, here’s some life advice for when you turn twenty. I don’t know how old you would be if you read this, but I hope it is an age less than 20, because then there’s no point to this. You’d have learned everything already. Still, life advice is why I’m here. Besides driving you to soccer practice and waiting for you to score a goal.

I do hope you get better at soccer though. Exactly why I keep telling you - do your jumping jacks.

Back to life advice. I’ll keep this thing short because granted if you’re anything like me or Mom, you’d have given up reading this. Mom never liked stalling for time and long emails were no picnic for me either.

Anyway, life advice’s particularly useful if your life is sucky right now. So I hope it is. Not like that, but in a way you could really use some advice.

One: You’re going to need to hydrate. Fill up a flask with water. Good. Stick with it. Water’s your best friend if you ever plan on not fainting. Also, way less damaging for your gut. Whatever happens - even if you are in the middle of something horrible, look for water. Drink responsibly, you know the rest. Not water, though. Don’t skimp on that.

Two: I did not think this through. So when you’re writing a letter - or typing it - think everything through.

Three: You don’t have to get into medicine. Any Ivy League program works.

Kidding. I am, of course, kidding. I would hate to tell you to ‘do what you love’ because if that’s the case, I’m raising a future gambler with all of your trading cards and everything. I just want you to be able to find something you have the drive for. 

Not what you love doing, because that stuff changes everyday. I want you to be able to find a consistent drive for something. Not because Maddy or Tracie or anyone else told you to do so. Or randomly picking a job from a website. I don’t want you to completely love what you’re doing, but if you’re going to wholly hate something, you might as well do it more efficiently and not pursue that any longer.

Four: Money management is everything. Get a ledger when you start earning and keep track of your expenses. I don’t want you to get caught up in the whole whirlwind in your 20s and get a house and fill it with voidless decor. New York’s expensive living. Getting four jobs to ensure you come home to mahogany furniture is less than ideal. I want you to be able to sit out of the water, rather than keep your head up just to breathe while everything drowns around you. That’s a really good metaphor. The point is, don’t screw around with money. Get frugal for a bit until you feel secure. That a coffee from a cafe isn’t going to ruin your weekly bills. That splurging on the good kind of produce isn’t going to make you feel guilty, you skip meals to cut costs.

I can’t offer good advice on this. I doubt anyone else can either, so it will be a bit of trial and error at first. You’ve got to figure out what’s important to you. That’s going to take you a while to figure it out.

Five: I don’t know what the future is going to look like. I don’t know if you’d get a Secret Service job for instance, or if you’d get married or date or do any of that. I have no idea if you’re going to even say, move to the middle of a farm and raise chickens, but I do hope you know I’ll try my hardest to be there for you. Doesn’t matter if you need me or not, if you’re going to punch me square in the shoulder and roll your eyes, but I want to be there for whatever incredible or horrible decisions you make.

If I’m not there, well, pretend I am.

I’m watching. 

Kidding. Seriously Nora, don’t do drugs. Not worth it. Not even a weed brownie. I’m serious on this one, kid. If I ever find out, the grave won’t stop me. Everything might “suck” now, but all you need in the world are a couple of prayers, three meals a day and a good movie. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is my favorite. I think your Mother would have liked that too.

Also, keep in touch with family. Whether it be in Hong Kong or right next door in New York, don’t give up on family. My biggest regret is that I didn’t spend time with my cousins or aunts or uncles growing up. I think I would have had a very different life had I just talked to them. I hope you have that too- any kind of support system, really.

 If you can’t find one, be one yourself. I know you’re strong enough for that, if you just got your head out of trading cards.

Just be kind, all right? 

Dad.

***

Tagging:

perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me

crimes: @trappedinfanfiction @ao719 @cassie-thorne @peonierose @moominofthevalley @jerzwriter

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[therealdisneyfan2319]

Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 4: Butterflies

Synopsis: Wanda and Y/N share a tender moment together minutes before their wedding

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Y/N, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die

Word Count: 2.0K

Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1 | Story Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters in this series.  So much fluff, so much emotion.  Hope y’all enjoy!

Y/N was anxiously pacing back and forth in the backyard.  He was supposed to meet Wanda by this huge old oak tree, the same one where Clint would set up his archery targets.  He’d barely been there five minutes but it felt like an eternity.  The anticipation of seeing Wanda in her wedding dress was killing him.

“Yo Hemingway!  Keep walking like that and you’re gonna wear a hole in the ground!”

Y/N whipped around.  It was Pietro.  He was standing by the back porch, hand cupped around his mouth to help amplify his teasing.  He knew that Hemingway was Wanda’s nickname for Y/N and of course he teased him relentlessly for it.  Seeing Pietro break out into his signature mischievous grin, he rolled his eyes in return.

“And when it’s done, Wanda and I are gonna bury you in it!” he yelled back.

“That’s a good one!” Pietro chuckled as he shouted back.  “But you’re kidding, right?” He shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and began to stroll towards Y/N.  Y/N raised an eyebrow knowingly.  “Right?”

Y/N shrugged.  “Try me and we’ll find out,” he grinned.  The banter between the two was always playful, never malicious.  He wasn’t just Wanda’s brother.  He was one of Y/N’s closest friends as well.  Y/N had helped Pietro out of many sticky situations on missions.  Nearly getting blown up created a bond of shared trauma (and laughs).  But the two really bonded over one thing in particular: video games.  Many nights and quinjet flights were spent playing Mario Kart or Smash Bros.  While Wanda had hoped Y/N and Pietro would at least get along, she’d never anticipated they’d be so close.

Pietro shook his head.  “How ya feeling?” he asked.  

“Ehh?” He looked down and kicked a rock across the hard ground.

“You’re less than an hour away from getting married and all you can say is ‘ehh’?!”

“I just wanna see her, man.  I’m so nervous.” Y/N pulled at his shirt collar.  It suddenly felt too tight around his neck and his bowtie wasn’t helping.

“She looks great, don’t worry about that!” Pietro lovingly punched him on the shoulder.

“I’m not worried about that.  I dunno, I guess it’s the anticipation about all this,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to everything around him.

“Well I’ve never been married so I can’t give you any advice there,” laughed Pietro.  “But if it makes you feel any better Wanda’s already cried today.  She’s nervous, too.”

Y/N smiled.  It made him feel better knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling butterflies.  They had talked about their feelings in the days leading up to the wedding, but talking about your wedding day and living it were two very different experiences.

“I’m excited for you guys.  I mean I can’t think of a better guy to marry my sister.”

“Thanks, Piet.”

“And now I get to pester you about when I’m gonna be an uncle!”

“Let’s, umm, yeah…let’s not rush things,” Y/N weakly choked out.  He and Wanda just wanted to get through today and here Pietro was pestering them about babies.

Suddenly a voice interrupted the quasi-awkward silence that enveloped the air around the two men.

“Hate to break up the gossip session fellas, but I’ve got a bride-to-be who is anxious to see her future husband,” called Natasha, working her way towards the duo.

Pietro jumped into action.  He threw himself behind Y/N and wrapped his hands around his head.  “I’ve got him, Nat!  He won’t look too soon!”

Natasha roared with laughter as Y/N tried to wriggle himself free of Pietro’s grasp.  “It’s okay, she’s still inside.  You can let him go.” He slackened his grip as Y/N pushed himself off the speedster, who had raced his way over to Nat.

“How’s she doing?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

“She’s good,” she whispered back.  The duo was watching Y/N readjust his suit after Pietro’s assault.  “How’s he doing?”

“He’s nervous, but good.”

“Good, good…alright, let’s go inside and grab Wanda.  We’ll send her out and we’ll stay inside and give them some privacy.”

“Do we have to?” Pietro whined.  Nat smacked the back of his head.  “Right.  Got it.”

“Okay Y/N turn around and face the tree!” Nat yelled as Pietro rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.  “We’ll go get Wanda and send her out!” Y/n shot her a thumbs up behind his back as he turned towards the tree.

He stared at the tree intently, studying it’s every feature.  He could feel his heart racing, his palms grew sweaty, and it felt like he was trying to swallow a handful of cotton balls.  Yet through the nerves he felt a flutter of excitement.  He’d been waiting for this moment all day.  He didn’t know anything about the dress or how she was doing her hair and makeup.  Anything she did would be wonderful.  She was just beautiful.  Period.  Wanda Maximoff was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he was the lucky one who would get to spend the rest of his life with her.  He smiled as he thought of his favorite moments with her: the day they met, their first date, that one mission where they ended up hijacking a fishing boat and docking it in the river by the compound, the endless Great British Baking Show marathons, early mornings snuggled together in bed, the first time she said ‘I love you’, the moment he realized he was going to marry her, their first kiss, the amazing day they spent together before he surprised her by proposing, the time they-

Hi honey, Wanda spoke to him in his mind.  Why don’t you turn around now?

Y/N froze.  “How long were you in my mind?” he asked, failing miserably at hiding the grin that was spreading across his face.

Long enough, she responded.  She, too, was failing to keep a smile from forming on her lips.  Y/N exhaled, rubbing his hands on the sides of his pants.  Are you ready? He nodded. Me too.  The tension in the air was palpable.  He slowly turned and laid eyes on his bride for the first time.

Y/N felt the air leave his lungs as he saw Wanda for the first time.  She was a vision in white.  Her white gown was stunning.  It had long sleeves that provided the slightest bit of warmth against the cool fall air.  The body of the dress was fitted to her figure with a long billowing skirt and train.  Her hair was done up and she was wearing a flower crown that Yelena and Kate had made for her.  He couldn’t see her shoes but he knew that May Parker and Pepper had taken her out shoe shopping as her bridal shower present.  She wore the necklace he’d given her for their first anniversary, the one with the entwined hearts, around her neck.  And the late afternoon sun caught the emerald of her engagement ring just right, casting a green reflection onto the tree as she fidgeted with her hands.  She, too, was fighting the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach.

“Oh wow,” he managed to whisper after he felt himself come down from the initial high of seeing his ethereal bride-to-be.  “Wands, you look incredible.” He couldn’t help but look her up and down, drinking in every ounce of her beauty.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either,” she grinned.  It was true.  Y/N looked extremely dashing in his three-piece charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, and deep maroon bow tie.  His hair was freshly cropped and he’d trimmed his beard down to a notch above stubble the way Wanda liked it.

As he looked at her, Y/N felt his throat constrict and his face grow hot.  He looked down at the ground and covered his eyes with his hand as he began to cry.  Wanda was the only person in the world he could be truly vulnerable around.  Yet at this moment he didn’t want her to see him cry.  It didn’t matter that they were tears of joy or that they were the only two people in the universe at that moment.  Wanda had held his hand every step of the way through getting him to open up, but there were moments he still struggled.  This was one of them.

As he cried, his sobs muffled by his hands, he felt a pair of arms envelope him and tenderly pull him close.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.  You’re okay, Hemingway,” Wanda soothed.  She ran her hand up and down his back as he continued to cry into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated between sobs.

“What are you sorry for?” Wanda asked.  She had moved her hand up from his back to his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know,” he sniffled.  He pulled his head up from Wanda’s shoulder.  “God you’re beautiful.”

Wanda laughed as she wiped the tears from his face.  “So these are happy tears then I take it?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Yeah,” he mumbled sheepishly.  He moved his hands, which were pressed up to his chest, down to Wanda’s waist.  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

“Hi,” she whispered

“Hi,” he whispered back as he rested his forehead against hers.

“We’re getting married today.”

“Mmhmm.”

“In less than an hour.”

“Mmhmm”

“Are you excited?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Me too.”

“You look beautiful in that dress.”

“So you’ve said.”

“But I think you’ll look even more beautiful when I peel you out of it later.” A devilish grin grew on his face as he looked down at Wanda.

Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson.  “Behave,” she scolded, kissing the tip of his nose.

“For now, darling,” he responded.  “But I can’t make any guarantees for tonight.” As he spoke his hands slunk down from her waist to her hips.  Wanda giggled at his touch.  She gazed into his eyes with all the care and admiration in the world for her beloved.

“Kiss me,” she coaxed.

Y/N felt her arms pull him closer to her.  He leaned in, closing his eyes as he kissed her softly.  He kissed her with all the love and affection in the world.  As they broke away he noticed tears had started to run down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not start this again,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” choked Wanda.  She reached into her pocket to retrieve the tissue Nat had given her.

“Wait, it has POCKETS?!” Y/N exclaimed at this latest discovery.

“Duh!” She carefully dabbed at her face.  

“That’s so cool,” Y/N’s face lit up as he took note of the pockets on either side of Wanda’s dress.

She smiled.  “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…you?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled down at her.  It was almost impossible to think that in less than an hour Tony would pronounce them husband and wife.  He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’ve got butterflies in my stomach,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he confessed.  They both giggled, staring at each other for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and no time at all.

“Earth to lovebirds!” Tony yelled from the back porch.  “We gonna get this show on the road or what?”

Y/N groaned.  “Remind me again why he’s officiating our wedding…”

“Because it was either him or Thor,” Wanda reminded him.

“Right.  Yeah.  Good call.”

“Well, I guess I should go,” sighed Wanda.  “See you at the other end of the aisle!”

As she walked back towards the house, Y/N noticed her flick her wrist.  Suddenly something caught the corner of his eye.  Turning his head he saw that Wanda had conjured a flight of monarch butterflies around him.  He chuckled to himself as a butterfly landed on his outstretched hand.

“I’ll be waiting.”

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #pietro maximoff #natasha romanoff #tony stark #wanda maximoff fic #scarlet witch fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #scarlet witch fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda x male reader #wanda maximoff x m!reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #fanfiction #mcu #marvel #therealdisneyfan2319

[valsnonsense]

The Deltarb Family

Big horse wife and tiny lizard wife with their babies

Okay! So, this family's story starts in two steperate places. Barb's side first!

Barbs father, King Thrash, had died about a year before she found TJ. Barb was going through a rough patch as a result, her music suffering as she grieved. During that time, she found an adandoned egg at the edge of Volcano Rock City. There was no note, no blanket, no evidence that anyone was even there to leave it. Barb took it back home, where her brother Riff insisted she attempt to save it. So, she did her best to help it along. Sure enough, the egg hatched, and a tiny rock troll spilled into her arms. Barb took one look at that little baby with his big ole red eyes, eyes that looked like her father's, and broke down. She named the baby Thrash Jr., and raised him as her own.

On Delta's side, Delta met a troll one night at a party and struck up a conversation. She and this troll went on to have a romantic fling, that only lasted for a months. At the end of those few months, the troll disappears for roughly two months. The last time Delta ever heard from them was when one morning, she found a basket on her doorstep with an egg inside, and a small note attached, saying: This is yours. Sorry.

Delta, outraged at what this meant, she cursed that troll's name, scooped up the egg, hatched it, and raised the little girl as her own, naming her Honeysuckle.

A few years after the two were born, Barb and Delta had struck up a close friendship by being single moms. TJ and Honeysuckle were practically raised side by side, becoming best friends very quickly. When the two were about five or six, they noticed how all the other troll kits had two or more parents. TJ and Honeysuckle wanted to have another parent like all the other kids! So, they had the brilliant idea of sharing their moms!

Yes, six five year old Honeysuckle and TJ set up their moms to date. And it actually worked.

At first, Barb and Delta were just humoring their kids. But after a few months, humoring became friendly, and friendly became flirty. And out of the blue, one fateful day, Barb finds an egg brewin in her hair.

Delta and Barb just start laughing, and Delta asks if they should go ahead and make things official. I mean, we're havin' a baby, might as well get hitched! And Barb was all for it.

Since the two are the leaders of two separate kingdoms, they needed a way to live together while still being able to govern their respective lands. So, Trollstopia gave them a piece of land for the two to make a Country/Rock town, that they named Tumbleshred.

Delta and Barb get married, and just a week later, little Thorn hatches.

TJ, Honeysuckle, and Thorn all grew up in Tumbleshred. When they got old enough, Honeysuckle and TJ moved back to their respective homelands to pursue their respective careers. Delta and Barb, while saddened at their babies moving away, couldn't help but be so proud of them for taking their lives by the reigns.

Delta and Barb still live in Tumbleshred with Thorn, enjoying a quieter life after all the crazy they've been through. Thorn has no plans on moving away, since he feels extremely at home in Tumbleshred.

And that's the Deltarb fam!! Sorry that was so long, there's a lot of lore with this family jdbdd.

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[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Lucas Bryant as (Step)Dad (2004-2023) [for Finnish Father's Day 2023]

1. Nathan Wuornos (Haven 3x13 Thanks for the Memories/ 5x26 Forever, 2013/2015)

2. Young Chuck Taggart (Odyssey 5 1x14 Begotten, 2004)

3. Calvin Puddie (Playing House, 2006)

4. Harry (Faux Baby webseries 1x5 Super Dad, 2008)

5. Peter Claus (Merry In-Laws, 2012)

6. Jesse Powell (Cracked 1x12 Old Soldiers, 2012)

7. Daniel Kenman (Secret Summer, 2016)

8. Colin Fitzgerald (Summer Love, 2016)

9. Phillip Anderson (Frankie Drake Mysteries 1x8 Pilot, 2018)

10. Jack Sutherland (Time for You to Come Home for Christmas, 2019)

11. Matthew Anderson (The Angel Tree, 2020)

12. Matthew Jamison (Five More Minutes: Moments Like These, 2022)

13. Eric Parsons (A World Record Christmas, 2023)

1. Biological father of James Cogan (Steve Lund), 20 years before he was born. Gets to raise him after the finale from a baby.

2. Young version of Chuck Taggart, father to Neil and Keith.

3. Expectant father, briefly co-parent, ends up with the mother (Joanne Kelly).

4. His wife (Missy Yager) gets a practice doll when they are thinking of getting kids.

5. Son of Santa, a teacher, wants to marry an astrologist (Kassia Warshawski) with a son who is in his class. Jacob Thurmeier as Max Spencer.

6. Homeless army vet suffering from PTSD makes some attempts to be a better father to his son raised by his brother.

7. Father and husband with two kids works a lot, so he has his brother take care of the kids during a summer. Max Page as Noah and Chiara Aurelia as Hailey. Emily Rose as wife.

8. Maya (Rachel Leigh Cook) works an internship at his tech company over the summer, they fall in love. Maya's daughter approves as they go sail around. Hannah Cheramy as Addison Sulliway

9. 1920s Canadian pilot and eugenics enthusiast. Has a deaf son he tries to get kidnapped and killed. He dies instead.

10. Meets a widow (Alison Sweeney) and her son on the way to figure out who saved his life years prior. Turns out it was the widow's late husband. He falls in love and gets along well with the son. In Time for Them to Come Home for Christmas (2021), Alison Sweeney's character reveals they got married. Kiefer O'Reilly as Will Moss.

11. Reunites with childhood best friend (Jill Wagner) who has a daughter and a dead husband. Also raising his nephew while his sister Zoe (Clare Filipow) is stationed over seas. Cassidy Nugent as Cassie McBride and Oscar Farrell as Owen Anderson.

12. Played football with the widow's (Ashley Williams) husband in high school, now works as a real estate person wanting to buy the house they lived in. Helps renovate the house and they fall in love while he also develops a relationship with the son. A funcle to 8 nephews. Brady Droulis as Adam Morrison.

13. Stepfather to an autistic kid. Bio dad left. Becomes Dad to Charlie and has another baby with his wife (Nikki DeLoach) in the end. Aias Dalman as Charlie Parsons.

#lucas bryant #lucasbryantedit #haven cast #havensyfy #nocticola art #nathan wuornos #odyssey 5 #calvin puddie #playing house 2006 #harry (faux baby) #merry in laws #peter claus #jesse powell #cracked cbc #secret summer 2016 #summer love 2016 #frankie drake mysteries #1x8 pilot #time for you to come home for christmas #jack sutherland #matthew anderson #philip anderson #matthew jamison #the angel tree #five more minutes moments like these #a world record christmas #james cogan #steve lund #eric parsons

[allthewriteplaces]

Magnolia In May - Chapter One

Hello, everyone! I have been working since May to create this fanfiction and now, I am here to share it with you all! 🤍 That being said, thank you for being so patient with me while I try and pluck up my courage and get over writer's block to post this.

My story takes place in between seasons 5 and 6, with a few changes here and there because yes.

Story summary: Jessie Bennet lives in the English countryside with her uncle, her aunt and her five cousins. But one day in May, an unexpected visitor shows up on her doorstep, one who's about to change the course of her life forever.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 4551

Chapter One

I first met Thomas Shelby a year ago. It was a supposedly ordinary day in early May, the time of year when spring made its debut in the form of warm, flowery breezes, budding leaves on the treetops and scattered rain showers throughout. The days were getting longer, the nights were slowly shrinking back away, and the sun was starting to make more of an appearance, a rare sight in England, considering it was under a seemingly near constant cover of clouds. Even in the winter, it always seemed to be cloudy. Cold enough to snow, but I hadn’t seen snow on the ground since I was small. 

Because of the sunshine streaming into our bedrooms, me and the rest of my family had risen earlier than usual to get a head start on the daily chores. 

Everyone had a job to do and we ran on a tight schedule, like a crew on the Navy ships, especially on the Holy days, when the main goal was to get everyone ready and out the door in time for Sunday Service. Today was Saturday, and while I would have been more than happy to spend a few more hours in bed, there was plenty of work to be done around the cottage. 

I had spent the better part of my life here. Just before my parents died, my mother took my hands in her cold, clammy ones, I looked into her greying eyes as the hazy film began to cloud over them, and she told me I was going to live with my Uncle Albert, my Aunt Elizabeth, whom everyone else called her ‘Eliza,’ and my two older cousins, Sarah and David, in Warwickshire, the heart of the English countryside. 

She said the cottage was surrounded by miles and miles of tall fruit trees, rolling hills and lush green fields and a lake nearby. She promised that it would be my sanctuary, my own paradise, somewhere I can let all of my troubles go. 

Of course when I got there that cool, autumn morning, I was intrigued by the beauty of it all. The main road ran through orchards, past rivers and lakes, and continued onto the next town. Now and then, there were the occasional settlements where our neighbours lived and I could see the fires at night or could hear the lively music. I automatically sensed that this was where people came to get away from the stress of city life. 

Aunt Eliza, that’s what I called her, had already had her fair share of stress, her first husband died from something called consumption, leaving her with my older cousins to raise by herself on a maid’s salary. She was a pretty and sensitive woman, but though I wouldn’t call her a fighter, she was strong in her own way. 

She had this natural-born ability to put anyone at ease just by being in the same room as they were. That first night at the new place, when my homesickness was at its absolute worst, she let me sleep in the big bed with her so I would feel safe, saying. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.” 

Eliza came from a big family and had been raised Protestant by her parents in Glasgow, but after she met Uncle Theo, her first husband, she had sacrificed everything they knew and loved, to give their six kids, including my mother, a better life. My best memories of them were when my mother and I drove all the way across the Highlands to visit them during summer holidays and at Christmastime. 

Uncle Albert came into the picture shortly after Sarah got married and set off on her own path. The only trouble was, he was Catholic. The battle between Catholics and Protestants was rooted in history, and I wasn’t sure the reason, but it didn’t stop Eliza from falling in love with him. Like Romeo and Juliet, they went against their parent’s wishes and married in secret in a beautiful chapel. After which she eventually converted to catholicism. 

Tension was high in the family once my grandparents found out about the marriage, it was common for disputes to start, sometimes from the smallest thing, and during those arguments, which seem so petty now, I would be sent to my room to play and asked that I play as loud as I could so I wouldn’t hear the fighting. 

Eventually, I had enough and actually ran away from home. It was stupid, really, I shouldn’t have done it, but I just couldn’t stand it. It was Uncle Albert who found me, soaked to the skin and sick as a dog from being out in the rain for so long. 

The only good thing about it, was that for once, they weren’t shouting at each other, they were all hovering over me and my grandfather was calling for a doctor. Me running away seemed to snap them out of it, if only for just a few minutes, I still remember opening my teary eyes and saying, “Why doesn’t anyone love each other anymore?” 

That was when it hit them, just how much this was impacting me, a small child of ten years old, who was somehow trapped in the middle of this feud that had nothing whatsoever to do with me, and doing whatever it took in an attempt to stop it. 

Tears were shed and everyone embraced each other. A truce was formed that day. No more yelling, no more shouting. And to this day, we still see each other around the holidays. 

It was nearly six o’clock when I rolled over in bed, roused by the sunlight streaming in through the thin veil of curtains covering my bedroom window. The sky had taken on glorious shades of pink, orange and violet, casting shadows on the canopy and on the striped walls. I didn’t want to move from that spot, I wanted to stay in bed where it was nice and comfortable, but the second I heard three-month-old Violet, the baby of the family, babbling in her crib, I lifted the sheets back and rolled out, making sure the sheets were tucked in and there weren’t any wrinkles as I tucked the corners of them into the mattress. 

Making my way out of my room, shutting the door tightly behind me, her little voice carried through the hallway. She wasn’t in distress or anything, she was only talking to herself. When I stepped into her room and peeked into her crib, she was laying flat on her back, eyes wide open and a bright smile on her face. 

“Someone's wide awake, eh?” I said and her smile brightened. 

Look, I know I wasn’t supposed to have a favourite cousin, but from the moment I had watched her enter the world -- it was the first time I’d seen a baby be born, ever, so it was all brand new to me, I felt this strong connection to her, and this overwhelming sense of responsibility to protect her from any sort of harm that might come to her. 

Reaching down into the crib, I picked her up with both hands and held her against my chest, ensuring her head and neck were supported, seeing as how she wasn’t quite strong enough to hold her head up on her own just yet. 

“Mama says we need to find your pink cardigan to wear. I believe I put it in the closet after bringing it inside, but I’m not sure.” I added in a calm, soothing voice as she yawned and nuzzled her head against my chest. I bounced her lightly on my hip and went over to the dresser, opening the middle drawer and pulling out her fuzzy pink cardigan as well as a new nappy. 

“Jessie!” I turned to the doorway and saw Alice standing there with her hands on her hips. She looked so much like my aunt when she did that it wasn't funny. “Marie stole my hair ribbon again!” 

“Did not!” Marie yelled, stomping her foot. 

“Did, too!” Her sister yelled back. “You take them all the time!” 

“Not this time!” Marie shook her head. She was on the verge of tears. 

“Surrender now or suffer the consequences!!” Suddenly, the door burst open and Henry, who'd just turned six, started running around the room, followed by his twin brother, William. Both of them were still wearing their nightshirts, their hair was still spiky and stuck up in odd places, and as they chased one another around the room, they brandished wooden swords. 

Like most boys their age, they were always running around the house with their toy cars, trucks and planes, or roughhousing with each other. Roughhousing wasn’t allowed indoors and there were strict rules, set by my uncle, as to how far they could go before they would be told to end the game to prevent anyone from getting hurt. Their sisters were always welcome to join in the fun, and sometimes they did if the game they were playing was interesting enough for them, but most of the time it was just the two of them, conjuring mischief. 

“No! I won fair and square,” William argued, folding his arms across his chest, his voice raising in volume. He had a loud voice for a six-year-old and he knew exactly how to use it when he thought it was necessary. 

“No! I won!” Henry insisted.  “Admit it, you cheated!”

“I didn’t cheat, you did, you mongrel!” 

“I’m not a mongrel, you are!” 

“Mongel!” Marie repeated, pointing to Henry, then to William, then to Alice. 

“Stop saying bad words!” Alice gasped. “I’ll tell Mama!” 

“Oi! What did I say about calling your brother names?” I said. 

“He started it!” said Henry, pointing a finger at William. 

“And where did you hear such foul language?” 

“Timmy Munson,” he replied, twirling the wooden sword in his other hand. 

“Yeah,” said William. “He called his brother, Davy, that word last Sunday on the way back from Church. Then he wrestled him to the ground and got all muddy and dirty. His parents didn’t even bat an eye. They were too busy ” 

That explains it. 

Timmy Munson was nearly sixteen and was referred to as the ‘leader of the pack.’ or the town’s trouble maker by the adults around him. He swore, he smoked, he stole his father’s liquor and teased the girls at church something terrible, with the parents seemingly oblivious to what was going on, or decidedly ignoring his rebellious behaviour, hence why neither Henry, nor William were allowed to play with Timmy, and the girls weren’t allowed to speak to him. 

My aunt and uncle thought he was a bad influence and they were right. There were rumours that he was dating Misty Bradford, Father Bradford’s daughter. At Church, we called all the leaders ‘Father.’ His daughter, Misty, was fifteen, not quite old enough to start dating yet, but Alice once told me that she heard her say that he was handsome, but also, that he was the sort of boy that would date you for five minutes and then as soon as a prettier girl would come along, he would leave you without a second thought. 

On the other hand, I was glad that Misty was a sensible girl who wouldn’t fall to the temptations of the neighbourhood scoundrel, but on the other hand, I wondered if the reason why Timmy acted out was because it was the only way he got his parents’ attention. Maybe that was just my instincts kicking in, but if that was the case, I would certainly feel terrible for the poor lad. Even still, I wanted to discourage the boys from picking up such nasty habits and words. 

“Right, well, just because Timmy Munson says something or does something, doesn’t mean you should, eh?” I said, gently placing my hands on William’s shoulders and looking him square in the eyes. He met my gaze unflinchingly, which told me he was really listening to what I was saying to him. “Don’t try to be someone you’re not just to fit in. You are a sweet and caring young man, and we need more caring men in this world nowadays.” 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Really.” I nodded my head in confirmation. “Besides, girls love boys who are sweet, kind and caring and who get along with their brothers and sisters. At least that’s what I’ve heard.” 

He nodded and tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I say, let’s call it a tie, then.” 

William shrugged his shoulders microscopically. “Sounds fair,” 

“Now shake hands. Like the good sports you are.” 

They shook hands, laughing to themselves, signalling a truce. 

“GAAAAAAH!” Violet shrieked near my ear, kicking her feet and looking at her brothers as I delicately pulled her arms through the sleeves of her nightgown, putting it in a basket so I could take it to the laundry tub and wash it later on. 

I wasn’t sure if she was telling them to stop, or if she was taking a side in the disagreement. I placed her down on the bed along with her new clothes. Hearing her little shriek, both of the boys climbed up on the bed next to her. Henry nuzzled her tummy with his nose and William tickled her with his finger, making silly faces and noises. Her eyes crinkled and I could see the giggles bubbling up inside her, like the lava bubbling up inside a volcano and after a few seconds, she exploded into shrieks of laughter. 

“Anyone puts a tear in your eye,” Henry vowed, “will live to regret it.” 

“Yeah,” William agreed. “We’ll protect you. Like good big brothers.” 

Good, I thought, That’s one problem solved. 

Small disagreements were common among the four of them, and it was nothing I couldn’t handle, but it was too early for them to start bickering, and for some reason, I could feel this tension in the house, like something was about to happen, and they must have felt it, too, because normally, they were all well-behaved. 

“Right, Marie, I’m going to ask you once. Did you take Alice’s hair ribbon?” 

“No,” she answered, looking me straight in the eyes, which told me she was telling me the truth and that this time she was innocent. She had a habit of taking her sister’s hair ribbons when hers got lost, it was something that started a little 

“Are you sure?” She nodded affirmatively and I addressed Alice. “Alice, Marie says she didn’t take the ribbon, are you sure it’s not in your room? Perhaps it fell out while you were sleeping. See if it’s in your bed.” 

“Okay,” Alice said slowly and then quickly ran back to her room with Marie running after her. Soon, both of the girls returned, both wearing relieved expressions on their faces, though Alice appeared to be a tad more embarrassed than her sister. She glanced down at the ground, a tad embarrassed and then she met Marie’s eyes. “I’m sorry I accused you. I just thought that maybe since you steal my ribbons all the time that you stole this one.” 

“It’s okay,” the younger one replied, accepting her sister’s apology and embracing her. Internally, I sighed in relief. Like I said, small disagreements were common, but nonetheless, I was glad that it was over and we could all continue on with our day as if nothing had happened. 

“Alright, all of you go into your rooms while I finish getting the baby ready and then I will be in shortly,” I declared and the boys slid off the bed, bringing their toy swords with them. The girls followed suit, going into their own room. I turned to Violet, who was recovering from giggling so much. “Never a dull moment, eh, sweetheart?” 

Trust me, making sure all of my younger cousins were dressed in clean clothes and had their hair combed before breakfast, was a lot easier said than done. 

She babbled on while I dressed her and I sang an upbeat song. It didn’t take much to keep her entertained and knowing how to keep her engaged made it easier for me to wash and dress her. After a moment, I managed to slip the cardigan on, then taking her in my arms again, I brought her down to the dining-room where Albert was reading the paper. 

“Isn’t it a little early for that, Uncle?” I asked. 

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, love,” he replied, setting his gin down and then taking the baby in his arms, lifting her into the air and bringing her down again, kissing her cheeks. “There’s my little princess.” 

“You are not to drink that around the baby,” my aunt said, coming into the room and taking away the glass before turning to me. “Glad to see you’re wide awake, darling. How’re the children, they’re not giving you a hard time, are they?” 

“Nah. We had a tiny dispute with a ribbon and swords, but it’s all sorted.” 

“Jessie, what would we do without you?” she patted my cheek and then stepped back into the kitchen. 

Smiling and with one child ready, I went to check on Alice and Marie. Alice was the oldest at seven years old and fancied herself to be quite grown up in comparison to her siblings. She was an exact replica of her mother -- curly red hair, green eyes and freckles dotting her cheeks and loved helping me with the chores like laundry, making the beds, and occasionally cooking. 

She sat patiently on the chair in front of the mirror and her eyes met mine in the glass as the soft bristles of the brush swept across her hair. Adding a little bit of water to the brush helped to smooth out any tangles and maintain her pretty locks. 

Marie handed me the red ribbons while I braided Alice's hair in two even plaits down her back. However, when it was her turn, she wasn't as eager to be in the same room as me. In seconds, she'd already darted down the hall. 

 “Come along, Marie.”

“No! I don’t want to!” She shouted in protest and sat down in the middle of the floor, kicking her legs as I approached her. This was typical three-year-old behaviour, according to my friends who were already married and mother's, and these days, Marie had resorted to these sorts of tactics whenever things weren't going her way.  

Discipline wasn't exactly my forte. I tended to prefer negotiating or compromising rather than escalating the conflicts further by scolding. More often than not, it worked, but perhaps today the odds weren't in my favour.  

Without saying a word, I sat down on the ground, not engaging in conversation or looking at her until she stopped kicking. She laid on her stomach, her whole body now limp on the hardwood floor. 

“Now, Marie, is this the way young ladies behave?” I asked her, keeping my tone firm yet gentle. I was compelled to rub her back and soothe her, but coddling her and talking to her as if she were a baby would only encourage the tantrums or make them worse. “You don’t see your sister acting like that, do you?” 

She didn't answer me, but not because she was ignoring my question, but because she was considering the way she'd handled the issue. A few moments later, I tried again, hoping to get to the bottom of this. 

“Do you want to tell me why you don't want your hair brushed?”

“It will hurt.” I heard her sad, muffled voice reply. 

“Not if I use the soft brush,” I promised, then added, “what if I let you do it yourself like a big girl?”

 That seemed to draw her attention and she sat up and nodded. 

“You can wear red ribbons, too!” Alice added, doing her best to be helpful. 

“Yay!” She stood, taking my hand and soon enough, we were back in the girls' room, showing Marie how to brush her own hair. Then I braided it for her and put the ribbons in. At the same time, the boys came in, dressed and with their hair combed. 

“Well then, now that we're all dressed, shall we go down to breakfast?” 

“Yes,” they all answered unanimously and I led the procession downstairs. 

This time, it was the boys' turn to go to the henhouse to collect the eggs. 

They stepped into the hallway, slipping on their jackets and boots and followed Albert out the back door. The hens could sometimes be unpredictable and that would frighten the boys so he would always supervise. 

In the meantime, I would go to help my aunt prepare the biscuits and wash the strawberries and the girls would be in charge of setting the table. Alice carried in the forks and knives, while Marie was entrusted to carry in the napkins. 

“Well done!” I said once I stepped in to check the progress. Both girls smiled proudly at their accomplishment and they grinned at the praise. When we all worked together as a unit, things ran smoothly. 

Moments later, we all sat down at the table and held hands, bowing our heads low and closing our eyes as Albert led us in prayer, as was the tradition at family mealtimes. “Bless us, Lord of all Creation, and be with us as we share this meal. We thank you for our food and ask your blessing on those who prepared it. We thank you for the gift of our family. Amen.” 

Even little Violet knew what to do, well, in her own little way, of course. She sat in her chair and raised her hands up high, clapping them and uttering an exclamation of joy. For what was supposed to be a serious moment, she sure knew how to lighten things up. 

Topics of conversation usually involved upcoming and current events, anything Albert could gather from the paper, and plans for the day. I knew that I needed to do a bit more washing today and we needed to check on the chickens. 

“Due to a close call with a fox last night, we need to go out in the backyard to check on the coop. I suspect some of the wiring has been messed with and so we might need to replace it. That will be our task today, boys,” he said, and then glanced at William and Henry, who nodded. 

“Is the fox okay?” asked Marie, whose main concern didn’t necessarily match all the others’ who were more relieved that the fox hadn’t managed to carry off one of our hens. She was a very sensitive child and loved all animals, including those that some might consider pests. 

Foxes were among the ones she cared about the most. 

A few months ago, she heard one crying not far from the house and found that it was caught in a trap. She was distressed, tears streaming down her cheeks and breathing so fast, I thought she might faint. 

“Please,” she said, hands folded together, begging. “We have to save it!” 

“It would make a lovely coat,” William joked, but Marie didn’t find his attempt to lighten the mood the least bit funny. In fact, she was this close to smacking him across the face, and the Good Lord knows that she probably would have had my aunt not been present.  

“They’re God’s creatures, too,” she said passionately, appalled by the injustice she was seeing before her and by the fact that her older brother, although he meant no harm by the statement, was mocking the poor thing. “Daddy, please, we have to save it before it’s too late.” 

Fortunately, using a few tools from the garden shed, Albert managed to free the fox, but its leg was badly wounded. That is where my aunt came in. 

She knew exactly what to do when it came to nursing wounded and baby animals back to health. She grabbed some gauze from the First Aid kit, placed it over the wound, and wrapped a bandage around the leg. 

Of course it would be too dangerous to release it until it was all better, so it was agreed that the critter would stay for a couple of weeks. It was nice having her around. We called her Pumpkin, because of the orange colour of her fur and because we’d found her in the autumn, so it made sense her namesake would match the season. 

Let’s just say it was hard for us to let her go, especially for Marie. 

Now we sat at the table and part of me suspected that Marie hoped we would get another chance to look after a fox. Albert set down his knife and fork and nodded. “It looked as though he’d managed to free himself just in the nick of time, so yes, I would say he is perfectly fine.” 

“And he will continue to be fine. As long as the little rascal doesn’t get into the coop again,” my aunt added with a light-hearted smile. “Right then…” 

Just then, the telephone in the living room rang. 

“Alice, could you go get that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mama,” she got out of her chair, walking past Violet, who had now amused herself by looking down at her toes, and picked it up on the second ring, a second later, she called out, “It’s for you, Papa!” 

“Who on Earth could be calling at this hour?” she asked, confused as he cleared his throat, setting down his napkin and then taking the phone from Alice. 

He spoke in a low voice, so it was impossible for any of us to hear anything, but we all remained silent and still, that is until he came back into the dining-room, looked at my aunt and then nodded, as though conveying some sort of secret message. 

“Help me clear the table, children,” was all she said and the younger ones did as they were told. There was that tension in the air again. It was even more palpable this time as she hurriedly turned on the tap and added soap to the mix. I immediately stood from the table and helped her scrub the plates and utensils clean. 

“What’s the matter?” I asked. Behind me, the children continued to bring the glasses over. The only one who seemed oblivious to what was going on, was Violet, who was smashing her fists quite aggressively against the tray of her chair and shrieking loudly, in an attempt to get someone’s attention. 

“I am expecting someone important,” Albert said, while my aunt immediately opened the cabinet for a bottle of gin. Before I could utter another word, he waved a hand towards the staircase in a dismissive and almost urgent sort of way. “Go upstairs and play in the Nursery. Neither of you are allowed to come downstairs until your mama and I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, Papa,” the children said softly. 

“Who is coming over?” Henry inquired. 

“Is it someone from work?” added Marie. 

“Maybe it’s Grandpa and Granny,” said Alice excitedly. 

“Off you go,” he said. 

Without questioning him, I nodded and took the kids upstairs to the nursery, shutting the door tightly behind me.

~ To Be Continued ~

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