And Henry was so excited to tell her about their year apart!

It Wasn’t Real (part one)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: So literally i was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I got for this story. Once again THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I’m actually so excited to start this series and I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head, so please enjoy.

There’s something’s i need to make clear before we get started. The rest of the story (except for the first part) will happen four years after the events in IT Chapter One. I know that sounds weird but it will get better I promise! This is also sort of an AU mainly because IT will come back sooner than twenty-seven years, which doesn’t happen in the book. So it’s like based off the original story but isn’t at the same time?? It will all make sense! And there will be an Character x Reader ending, but i’ve closed down the poll as of now until we get further into the story! Right now, Richie is leading!

Anyways… I hope you all enjoy this story! Oh! And Henry hasn’t die in my story, as well as his father. Everything else is the same.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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Originally posted by kingkaspbrak

It wasn’t real.

It seemed that maybe it was. When time passes, friends tend to forget each other. It was an unsaid thing. No friendships last forever, no matter hard you tried to make them. But something in you had always told you that when it came to the Loser’s Club that wasn’t true.

You’d been wrong.

Separated from those you called your family, everyone started drifting apart. Some of them still talked, like Eddie and Richie or Bill and Beverly, but in the end, no one really was as close as they use to.

It was almost as if they’d forgotten, stopped believing in what you all experienced. And you couldn’t understand why. Because while everyone was off moving on, forgetting, you only seemed to remember. You tried. Tried and fought and screamed and yelled for them, but it was like you were standing in the back, watching as their back turns. Watching Richie look away, watching Eddie follow or Bill turn and Beverly distance herself. You saw less and less of Mike, Ben never left the library and Stan… Stan wouldn’t even look at you.

Soon it was just you, just like IT had teased, and you were alone.

So, no, Bill, it was real.

Three Years Later…

You let out a breath of relief as the school bell rung, signalling the end of class. English class today in particular had been boring and repetitive, some idiot decided to back talk the teacher so the majority of the class was spent with Ms. Green lecturing you all. It would’ve been fine, had that not meant that your pile of homework had grown significantly larger in size.

Gathering your binder and books, you quickly stuffed them into your bag. Though when you looked up, you noticed that most of the students were already out and sighed. It meant the hallways were going to be cramped with people, and it was the end of the day.

Knowing it was inevitable either way, you slipped your backpack over your shoulders calmly and pulled the straps. “Have a nice weekend, Ms. Green.” You waved at your teacher. She may have just spent an hour yelling at you all and then the last half talking about what you had to catch up on, but she was nice when she wanted to be.

“You as well, Y/N.” She shortly replied, not sparring you a glance. You hesitated a moment, watching the way her eyes didn’t even move to say goodbye before sighing and making her way out the door. The hallway wasn’t as bad as you expected, which was a breath of relief. Quickly, you made your way down the hall, turned a right and low and behold there stood your locker.

Putting in the combination, you begin organizing what you’d need over the weekend and what you wouldn’t. Though, your moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door of your locker was slammed to the side. You jumped, letting out a bewildered shock and turned to see who had so rudely disturbed you only to find a face you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Hey, babe.” Henry greeted, smiling down at you. Henry Bowers, the same Henry Bowers who use to bully you and your friends back in middle school. Of course, Henry confessed he doesn’t ever remember doing such a thing. I’d remember a pretty face like yours

Refusing the urge to shiver, you sent a short smile at him; “Jesus, Henry. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He only shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Smiling through the discomfort, you grabbed your locker door, moving it off of the next one and Henry wasted no time leaning against it.

Henry Bowers had been sent back two years, making him in the exact same grade as you, of course he was eighteen already. Though, that didn’t mean he acted any more mature. 

“So, you coming with us to the pit tonight?” Henry asked, looking lazily over at you. Setting your final textbook in your locker, you shut the door with a soft thud; “us?”

“Belch and me.” He clarified. You hated Belch, all he did was well… belch. And it disgusted you, but it seemed no matter what him and Henry stayed friends. At least some things were the same. “Oh, and I believe Amy will be joining us.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. “I don’t think I wi-”

“Why not?” Henry interrupted, cutting whatever you’d been about to say off.

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back when Henry straightened out. You should probably just go, Henry would back off if you did. But you really did not want to spend the night in some dingy corner of the town with belching Belch and bitchy Amy. “My mom… she wants me home tonight.”

“Your mom?” Henry laughed, as if that was the craziest thing you’d ever said. Leaning down, he didn’t ask when he grabbed your wrist; “your mom never wants you home. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Fun for you, you wanted to say, but knew better. Knowing nothing you could say would allow you to stay home, you let Henry drag you off into the direction of the school doors.

You zoned out whatever he’d been saying, loosing yourself in your mind. At least it was the weekend, you told yourself, after tonight you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone, let alone see anyone. Of course, two days only lasted so long… Weekends use to be filled with adventure back in middle school… of course you were a child then and so was everyone else… but, it had been an adventure.


Turning your head, you were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar head walked by. You could almost swear… Time seemed to freeze, as the person’s head floated before you, but then suddenly it was gone. Looking down, you heard the thud as their body smacked against the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.” Henry laughed, shoving his hand into Belch’s stomach in excitement. You hadn’t even noticed Belch join you…

Looking over at the body, you didn’t move as they slowly moved to their hands and knees. You of course, felt bad, put no part of you wanted to help them. You only stared with a lazy eye, your wrist still in Henry’s grasp. It was only when their head turned up to glare at your boyfriend did you feel an reaction flood through you.

“Eddie…” You whispered, gaining a strange reaction from Henry and Belch. Seeing their gaze, you moved to look away before your eye caught Eddie’s. There laid Eddie, the same Eddie you used to constantly worry over and mother, on his knees, blood pooling from his chin where he’d smacked it against the ground.

His eye met you, but you didn’t do anything. 

Soon he groaned in pain, Henry had kicked him. Henry leaned forward, towering over the boy; “stay down.” And before you knew it, the grasp on your wrist tugged and you were off.

You gripped your jacket sleeves with force, watching as your breath formed before you in the cool evening air. You hated walking home alone, especially at night. It was when you saw things, things that shouldn’t be there but were. But of course, Henry hadn’t wanted to walk you home, so that left only one other option.

You laughed out into the bitter air, when did Henry ever wanna walk you home?

It’d caused many fights before, back when you first started dating. You didn’t want to stay out that later (or go out at all) but of course Henry wanted to, so you did. You’d stay out all night, doing whatever dumb thing him and his friends could think off until the sun had set and you could no longer see past you clearly. You’d beg him to walk you home, but he’d only shove you away and continue hanging with his friends.

Though, you guessed the moment of peace gave you time to think. Think about whatever. It never really was the same.

You let your eyes wander above you, to the night sky, viewing the many stars as you walked the streets of your neighbourhood. You were close, thankfully. It was January, meaning a new year and christmas had just passed. That also meant many houses still had there christmas lights up, too lazy to take them down and you could view the bright colourful lights in peace.

It wasn’t often you saw so much colour in your life nowadays.

Your feet made a crunching noise as you stepped into the snow, a sound you loved very much. There was nothing but colourful lights, empty streets and mindful thoughts.


You could see your house now, just before you and that gave you motivation to quicken your step. 

“Y/N.” Gasping, you turned around at the voice. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but you had expected something. Instead, all you found was nothing. Just the street you’d already walked on a million times and the darkened houses except for the bright christmas lights. Shaking your head, you turned back around. You must’ve been imagining it.

“Y/N.” Okay, that time you hadn’t. You were sure of it.

“Henry?” You called, turning around once again. “Henry is that you?” Of course, nothing. People didn’t really like to reply to you much these days. “Henry, I-I swear to god if this is a prank…” There was nothing there, but you were so sure you’d heard a voice.

“Y/N.” You spun, the voice now much closer behind you. Except when you turned around, there wasn’t anything there.

“Time to play.” You spun again, back around and for a moment you saw what you never thought you’d see again. IT. IT. It’s red fire-y hair and sinister smile. But the next time you blinked, it was gone. “Time to play, Y/N.” You instinctively took a step back as maniacal laughter filled your ears.

Bolting around, you took quick and loud steps to your house, not daring to peer back behind you. You scrambled for your keys, fumbling to get them out of your back but the minute you did, you unlocked your door and swung it open. You wasted no time slamming it behind you, falling to the ground before it as you let out a shaky breaths.

Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to even your breathing. You were never afraid, at least you hadn’t been. Your friends made you stronger and now where were they?

Panting, you let out a little whimper. The second you closed your eyes, IT appeared and you wasted no time in opening your eyes again. Taking a look around your dark and vacant house, you were pulled away from the events that had happened outside and back into reality. “Mom?” You called, “you home?”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding nothing. No note, nothing. She obviously wasn’t home, but it’d be nice if she could at least let you know. Sighing, you dropped your bag on the dining table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. You let your head lean on your hand, staring at the darkened room around you.

“What happened…?”

Part 2?

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Hunting Eggs.

Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx

All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE

At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not. 

You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors' 

“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek, 

“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you. 

“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning. 

“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny. 

Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension. 

“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.

 *** *** 

At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions. 

Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin. 

He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping. 

You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping. 

“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs, 

“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her. 

You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head. 

*** ***

“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin. 

“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that. 

Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it. 

“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet. 

Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart.
To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty. 

Of course, Niall and Harry love it. 

“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass. 

She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected. 

“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder. 

“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket. 

“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones. 

Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s. 

“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs. 

“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.

 Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“ 

"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs. 

Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children. 

You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him. 

“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine. 

“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie. 

“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine. 

“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself. 

There are just some stories he does not need to hear. 

“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while. 

“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head, 

“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.

“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.

Gone - Pt. 3

Part One  Part Two

Pairing: Hothner x Reader

Word Count: 1,778

Request:  yes!  Thank you for the amazing feedback!

@zugzwangcm-comment-account:  Omg you should do a third part 😭 this was so good!

@ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines:  I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?

@marvelfanlife:  Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕

@dkbksbcobk:  Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer

@louisespecter:  It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?

Warnings: none

Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born.  The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he?  I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating.  Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’.  Enjoy!!

A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.

Originally posted by prettyboygoobler

Previously on…

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.

“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son.  He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission. 

“No, no, he’s fine!  He’s so cute.  How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.

“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father.  His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours. 

The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.

“Mine’s four.  Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.

“That’s a scary thought,” you replied.  And it was.  There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.   You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways.  Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe.  As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled.  Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.  

As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.

“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.

“Alright, muffin.  I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month.  He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid.  Oh, and birthday party is set up.  We’re ready for you,” she said.

“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.

“Oh, stop.  I’m happy to.  Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.

“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile.  You motioned to AJ to come to you.

“No problem!  And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.

“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.

“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.

“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.

“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron.  “It was nice to meet you-”

“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.  

“Y/N,” you replied.  “And this is Aaron Jack.”  Your son shyly waved at Shelby.

“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile.  “Hope to see you again,” she told you.

“You too.  Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.

“Again, don’t worry about it.  My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”

“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly.  With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.  “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.

He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend.  You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him.  JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time.  Kale would be a blessing.

You walked to the car with AJ on your hip.  Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.

“Ready to see everyone?” you asked.  You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party.  You were never really any good at keeping secrets.  AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body.  “Let’s go then.”

“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door.  You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.

He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock.  To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.

“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.

“Hey, buddy!  Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms.  He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow. 

“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.

“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys.  Your heart was soaring at the sight of it.  Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.

“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.  

“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side.  She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours.  It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.

Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you.  A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication.  You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.  

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.

“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant.  “What woman?”

“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me.  They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.

“So?  I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?”  you asked, your voice raising a bit. 

“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.

“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked.  Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.

“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.

“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said.  What, you thought.

“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.

“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.

“No!  Of course not.  Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron.  JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.

“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out.  Tears began to form in your eyes.  “If it’s about him then I need to know.”

“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up.  The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you.  You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.

“No, I don’t.” Emily said.  Her voice was strong.  She wasn’t lying.

“Then what?  Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.

“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted.  You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer.  She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.

“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today.  She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.

“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.

“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished.  “Strauss thinks you hired her.”

“I didn’t.  I’d only met her today,” you said.

“What did she tell you at the park?  Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.

“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.

“What else?”

“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again.  That’s it.”


“On Wednesdays.  She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions.  “I’ve never seen her before today.  AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said.  “What does that mean?”

“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.

Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.

“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue.  It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.

“No,” a voice said behind you.  The look on Emily’s face said it all.  You knew exactly who that voice belonged to.  It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years.  A voice you never thought you’d hear again.

It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.

You turned to face Aaron Hotchner

“Someone like me.”

Stanley Uris hated Richie Tozier. He hated him. Every little thing about him.

He hated how his stupid curly hair fell into his face. He hated how his coke bottle glasses amplified his warm brown eyes. He hated his perfect lips that framed a mouth which never stopped talking.

But most of all, Stan hated how loving Richie was.

He hated how he would drape him self all over everyone, an arm around shoulders, feet resting on a lap. He hated how he would freely throw out crude insults and follow them up with affectionate smiles. He hated his overwhelmingly kind soul.

So really, Stanley Uris didn’t hate Richie Tozier. Stanley Uris loved Richie Tozier.

But Richie Tozier didn’t love him back.

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Simply Beautiful

Super Junior Heechul

Summary : You are very sensitive and shy so all the members don’t want him to be with you because they think he will hurt you so he tries to prove that the love is real and hurting you is the last thing on his mind

Word Count 3,943

You worked part time at SM Entertainment as you were finishing up your last year of high school. You just got coffee for the higher ups and made sure all the files were put away and cared for correctly. You weren’t some big hit, just a student. You never got to meet any of the idols, you were kinda glad though, because you were too shy for any meeting to go well. When out were younger you used to have a hand constantly in your moms back pocket and would hide anytime someone would look at you. You grew out of the physical shyness but never mentally.

You recently graduated and were in a meeting with your boss, discussing a full time position. “Y/N, you’ve been such a great addition hear at SM and I would like to offer you a full time position” Originally you were going to decline and stick with your part time because you had to go to college, but then he added more. “If you accept this offer, we will pay for you to attend the classes that our trainees and idols go to. You will graduate with a degree that will not be any different than one you could get at Yonsei University. You may not think you do much now, but the higher-ups and myself included see potential and don’t want you to slip away. With this promotion we will put you with one of our more popular bands so you can learn the ropes of a manager. You will be able to shadow the different people involved and find out the aspects of the job. What do you think? I will give you some time by yourself and if you need to sleep on it, just let me know” With that your boss slid over the contract and politely left the room, closing the door on the way out. You twirled a pen around in your hand as you weighed your options. College was expensive and you’d be paid to go and you have job security in the field you want to go into. On the other hand, you would have to work through college without the ‘college experience’ you would be stuck here for the foreseeable future. You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the ceiling. You didn’t see yourself moving anytime soon, your family was close by and college parties weren’t really your seen. You reached a decision and was about to sign the paperwork when the door opened

“Excuse me Mr. Pa~ Oh sorry, I thought the Office was empty” You quickly scribbled out your signature

“I’m sorry, I’m done in here. Enjoy your day” you bowed, kept your head down and quickly left the office. You made a bee line for the bathroom. A place where you were alone, away from prying eyes and judgements. You quickly closed the stall door and sat down

“Seriously Y/N Enjoy your day? Who says that? You couldn’t even look them in the eye and practically ran out of the office. Ugh, Why do I have to be like this. Why can’t I be like everyone else” you scolded yourself “I didn’t even look at his face. He could have been an idol for all I know” your voice trailed off while you were trying to piece together the identity of the man. He did sound familiar…You gasped when you made your realization. Heechul. Super Junior’s Kim Heechul. You put your head in your hands. Not only did you embarrass yourself in front of someone, it was a famous someone. You just hoped he wouldn’t remember. I mean what was there to remember? You weren’t particular striking in any way. You just weren’t memorable. You pulled yourself together and left the bathroom. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror. You put a few flyaways behind your ear and straightened your shirt. You took a deep breath and left, going to find your boss to discuss in detail what will follow with your new job. You didn’t want to go to his office first, just in case Heechul was still there. You knew it was probably the first place you should’ve gone to, seeing that it was your bosses office, but you just couldn’t bring your self to go quite yet. You made your way to the break room, bowing as people passed. You opened the door and looked in to find it empty. You tried some other common areas, but with no such luck. You knew that you had to go to his office. As you were walking back you silently prayed that he would be alone. You arrived and knocked lightly on the door, unsure if he heard you or not.

“Come in” you heard him call. You opened the door hesitantly and walked in to see that it was empty of visitors. You bowed and greeted him and breathed a sigh of relief. “Ahh Y/N, Thank you so much for taking the position. Trust me you will feel at home here and won’t regret this.” You smiled at him

“Thank you for the offer, I’m very gracious for this opportunity and I will work very hard”

“I’m sure you will” he looked down at his watch. “It’s getting late, Why don’t you go home and tomorrow morning we can go over in detail what you will be doing”

“Okay Sir, I will see you tomorrow” You bowed and left. You were headed towards the elevator when you heard laughing. You looked down the hallway to see Heechul and Leeteuk walking together. You moved behind a wall so they couldn’t see you and waited for them to pass

“It was so awkward, I didn’t know what to do” you heard Heechul say.

You froze when you heard him talking about your encounter. You waited until they passed to go down the same hallway. You couldn’t shake the feeling from you the whole ride home. You didn’t know why you were so sensitive to what other people thought, but you were and there wasn’t anything you could do except for replay it over and over in your head.

You were laying in bed, tired of thinking about it. You just wanted your clear your mind and go to sleep. You turned on your tv for background noise until you fell asleep, but it didn’t come as easily as you thought. You tossed and turned for hours until you finally fell into a light sleep that was awakened all too early by your blaring alarm. You reached over and hit your phone a few times before finally getting it to stop. You rolled off and trudged into the bathroom, getting ready for your day. The cold shower helped you wake up and wash away any concerns you had about your new job. You were over what happened with Heechul and just wanted to start over, a new day.

You met your boss in his office to see another manager there. She was only maybe 5 years older than you, but you’ve seen her with some of the biggest SM groups. “Y/N, this is Yoo Haewon. She will be the manager you will shadow for the time being” You bowed and greeted her

“It’s very nice to meet you” she said

“It’s very nice to meet you as well, I’m looking forward to working with you” she dipped her head and turned to your boss

“I’ve got some last minute things to finish up and then I’ll be ready. Just send her my way when you are done” and with that she left. You walked over and sat down.

“Okay, Y/N. You know what mangers here at SM do right?” you nodded your head. “Good, then that’s a big explanation that I don’t have to give you. Haewon is one of our best and she’s around your age so it should be very comfortable for you. Basically, you will watch and do everything she does and when we feel you’re ready you will be manage your own group. Do you have any questions?” he asked

“Yes Sir if you don’t mind me asking, What group does she work with?”
“Oh I apologize for leaving that out. Haewon manages Super Junior. If you don’t have any other questions, you can begin work” he gave you directions to where she’d be.

“Of course” you thought, “Just my luck” You met Haewon outside the dance studio. You could here ‘Magic’ playing and continuous counting. You figured the choreographer was in there with them.

“Hello Y/N” you bowed at her greeting. You felt as if you were always bowing, you were terrified of offending someone so you were always being over formal. “You don’t have to bow so deep! We are not that far apart you can just call me unni. So the boys are just about to finish dance practice and then we can go in and introduce you.” She seemed have an upbeat personality, but not so bubbly where it makes you want to crawl in a hole. Just then you heard the the music end and your palms got sweaty. Meeting a large group of people was definitely not your forte, especially international stars. Haewon noticed and tried to relax you. “Don’t worry Y/N, they’re very kind and accepting. You’ll be fine, you have nothing to worry about.” You appreciated her attempt, but it didn’t really help to calm you down, especially after hearing what Heechul had to say about your little ‘meeting’. The door opened and a dance teacher walked out. Haewon walked in and you followed. You walked in to see a group of sweaty men drinking water and some messing around with each other. You spotted Heechul in the corner of the room, talking with Leeteuk

“Gosh, they must be inseparable” you thought. Haewon began to speak

“Hello everyone! This is Y/N. She will be shadowing me for the time being, just until she understands what is needed to be done. Then she will be given her own group to manage. Why don’t you tell them a little bit about yourself” you bowed deeply to your seniors

“Hello, My name is Y/N. I recently graduated and I am excited to be working with you” you received a chorus of greetings from the members as Haewon took over. She was going over the schedules for the next couple weeks. You stood slightly behind her and observed. All the members were spread out in the room. Some were by the water, filling their bottles. And others were splayed out on the couch. You got to Heechul and your eyes connected. Out of habit you immediately looked down. Why was he looking at you? Did you have something on your face? Was something wrong with your clothes? You looked down and everything seemed to be in order. You looked up and he was turned to look at Leeteuk. You’ve never been in a proper relationship, you were too awkward when someone tried to flirt with you and you couldn’t put your shyness away for long enough to be with someone. You didn’t realize you were blushing. You mentally slapped yourself.

“What are you doing Y/N” you thought “He’s an idol and you’re, well you. He would never go for someone as shy and sensitive as you.” You shook the thoughts from your head, focusing on Haewon’s words.

“Alright, so I will go take care of those small details” she turned to look at you “And Y/N can stay here an you can get to know each other” She bowed and left. The members bowed back and then It was just you and them. Luckily the youngest, Kyuhyun was quick to involve you in conversation. You made idle small talk and then you felt you were being watched. You tried to casually look behind you, but you didn’t know how noticeable it was. You turned to see Heechul staring at you, again. You immediately turned back to Kyuhyun and the few other members that gathered around to hear you. You hoped you were wearing enough makeup to cover up the fact you were blushing. After about an hours worth of sideway glances at Heechul, Haewon came through the door

“How is everything going?” she asked. This time Kyuhyun answered

“Very well, we are excited to be working with Y/N” you hoped he was telling the truth. In fact, during that short meeting you felt at home with the boys. They didn’t make you feel awkward like other people did and you felt yourself becoming more comfortable, but nothing would get rid of the frightened part in your heart that comes from being shy.


You’ve been working with Super Junior members for about a month at this point and despite your personality, you’ve become close with all of them. Especially Kyuhyun, because you were closer to his age than anyone else and Heechul and Leeteuk, because you and Heechul were drawn together from the start and Leeteuk came as a package deal. You weren’t sure how to classify your relationship with Heechul. You weren’t together, but you were more than friends. The boys one by one slowly figured out how shy you were, you weren’t sure how, but you could tell in their actions. They never seemed to invite you out unless it was just them or a few other people. You were grateful for that. You were on your way to their dorm to hand out individual schedules. You knocked on the door and Yesung answered.

“Y/N! Come on in, everyone should be out in a second.” he said. You walked in and sat on the couch. You were closer with them than most managers and their groups, but that was probably because you were younger than most. Yesung went to go get everyone else when Heechul and Leeteuk walked in and went straight to the kitchen, oblivious to your presence.

“I like her though Hyung. I’m not going to hurt her” you heard Heechul say. You wondered who they were talking about, but then you realize it was none of your business. You got up to head into the kitchen, wanting to let them know that they weren’t alone. That is until he continued.

“You don’t know that. Yesung and Ryeowook agree with me and everyone else probably does too” Leeteuk replied

“Why do you think that. Am I a malicious person?”

“No of course not Heechul, but you know how she can be. You’ve seen how shy she is even though she tries to hide it. We just don’t want her to get hurt”

“But I think I love her” you wanted to leave, or tell them that you were there, but you were too intrigued and your feet stayed glued to the ground

“You think you love her?”

“No. I know I love her. I love Y/N” you gasped and they both stopped talking. You wanted to move, hide yourself, but it was to late. Heechul peered his head around the corner and his jaw dropped

“Who is it~” Leeteuk asked, but his eyes got wide when he saw you. The first thing you thought to do was apologize

“I’~ I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hear. I was~ I was just hear to drop off the schedules. Ye~Yesung told me to wait and~ and everyone should be back soon” you stuttered out. You started to get nervous and really anxious. Almost to the point of tears, you hated moments like this. Heechul noticed your state and you were the only thing on his mind. He ran over and wrapped you in his arms

“Shh, Shh Y/N, everything’s going to be okay” Heechul brought his hand to the back of your head, desperate to calm you down. You took several deep breaths trying to even out your breathing. You thought this situation was inappropriate for your job, but you felt so secure in his arms, you just let him hold you. Leeteuk left you two alone, much to his disapproval. He wasn’t trying to keep you apart, he just wanted to keep you safe. Your breathing finally went back to somewhat normal and Heechul pulled away and looked into your eyes.
“So how much of that did you hear? he smiled down at you, uneasiness on his face. You looked up at him

“All of it” you said quietly. Heechul sighed in relief.

“I guess I don’t have to tell you then” he said trying to lighten up the mood. You laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to say. “I want you to know that I will never hurt you, regardless of what everyone else thinks” he brought his hand up to cup your face and brought you closer “I love you and care about you and your happiness is everything to me”

“I love you too, but your band members disapprove.” you countered

“Let me worry about them. I’ll just have to prove how much I love you” he said with a smirk. Your phone buzzed and it was Haewon, wondering where you were. You were lucky enough to be able to keep this from her for the time being. You knew she would disapprove as well. You would just have to wait until you get moved from working with Super Junior

“I have to go! I’m late for a meeting. I’m so sorry to leave like this” You pulled out the schedules and handed them to him “The names are on the top, if you have any questions call me, sorry for not being able to go over it with all of you” and with that you grabbed your bag and ran out the door. You’ve never made Haewon wait on you and you weren’t going to start today. Heechul was still frozen from the whirlwind that just happened. He set the papers down on the counter and went into his room.


The next week continued like the one before and the one before that. You fell into a rhythm working with Haewon and Super Junior. There was something special this week. You had a guardian angel watching over you. Heechul brought you little gifts and left them on your desk. Whether it be coffee on a long day or flowers to remind you of how much he loved you. This day was one of those days. You walked into your office to see a bouquet of all your favorite flowers. You smiled down at the handwritten card

I love you now and forever

You grabbed your vase and walked into the lounge room to fill it up with water with a stupid smile on your face. You were walking back when your coworker accidentally bumped into you. The water going onto you and him. Although it was technically you fault you still rapidly apologized. You felt bad and looked for napkins or a towel, anything to give him. You didn’t know he had an explosive personality when he got upset, but you wish you did

“Are you serious?!” he shouted “Who do you think you are? You’re just a child. You don’t deserve to be here.” He was about to go on until you saw Heechul walking down the hallway towards you. Your coworker turned to follow your gaze and when he saw the idol he bowed and changed his demeanor. It was disgusting to see someone change so quickly, to be so fake. He mumbled some excuse and slipped away. He walked over to you and started to shrug of his jacket, but you stopped him

“I can’t wear your jacket, people will see and Haewon unni doesn’t know yet” he didn’t want to leave you like you were, but he didn’t have a choice. You went back to fill the vase up and he went back to the studio, promising to call later. Little did you know Leeteuk and Ryeowook had seen the whole thing and their ‘Heechul will hurt her defense’ was slowly crumbling. They had only one thing to do and that was to let Heechul date who he wanted. You walked back into your office to find your Boss waiting for you, admiring your flowers with a file in his hand. It’s times like this where you’re glad Heechul doesn’t sign his name. He turned around

“Ah Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see. Listen there’s something I want to talk to you about” he said as he sat down in the chair across from your desk. You put the vase down and sat down in your chair, nervous about what this conversation will entail. “I’ve been talking to Haewon about your time with Super Junior and might I say she says some very nice things. Your work ethic is excellent and she says your great with the members. She thinks that you understand everything and are ready to have your own group.” You inwardly breath a sign of relief, glad that your secret is still safe. He slid the file over to you. “This is the band that will debut very soon and I would like you to be in charge”

“Thank you so much, I will not let you down.” He left your office as you sat back down to open the file. Not only were you going to be an SM Manager, but there would be nothing regarding work stopping you and Heechul from being together“Hmm NCT” you thought.


You were on your way home from work when your phone began to ring.

“Hello?” you answered
“Jagi, its me. I’ve got some great news to tell you” said Heechul

“Oh oppa! I do too”

“Really? Let’s meet at the usual place, I want to tell you in person”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. I love you”

“I love you too” with that he hung up and you made your way to the Han river.


You saw Heechul sitting on a bench with his jacket draped over the back. You walked over to him, barely able to contain your excitement. You covered his eyes with your hands.

“Guess who?” you asked

“Hmmm… Leeteuk?” He answered. You both laughed. Sometimes you worried that he loved that boy more that you. You walked around to sit on the bench and he put his arm around you

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked, turning to face him

“Leeteuk came up to me today, shortly after I saw you” you looked at him, worried which was this will go. “Long story short, he and the guys support us!” You reached over and hugged him. The last obstacle of your relationship had been cleared. “Don’t get too excited, you are still our manager” you pulled away from him

“Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you” You saw his eyes light up. “My boss came into my office and gave me a different group to manage. I am no longer a manager of Super Junior!” Heechul crashed his lips against yours, feeling finally free to do so. It wasn’t a romantic slow kiss that everyone dreams their first one will be, but it was filled with just as much love

The Kids Are Alright - Part 8

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Summary: Stiles is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you and Stiles?

Author’s Note: It’s here! I hope you like this part, I worked really hard on it. Feedback is much appreciated! Sorry in advance for all the feels ;) Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; ANGST; lots of feels

Tags: @peace-full-mind, @justdreamstars, @storytelling-reader, @echorhinozap, @emmiluisa, @batmanbreeann, @cluh22, @buckybarnesisalittleshit, @itsjoslyn, @missconverseshoes, @ktrivia, @mandylove1000, @cupcakeunderwear22, @otaku-fangirlse, @lady-thc-lovelies, @tmrhollandkay, @alyssa070202, @themadkingx, @iliketoimaginestuff, @wheresthekillswitch, @angels-secrets 

@snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales you didn’t ask to be tagged but I’m gonna do it anyway ;)​

So sorry if it isn’t letting me tag you!


Balancing the plate of cookies in one hand, I used the other to knock on the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as I waited. Thudding steps sounded from inside and within a few seconds, the door was opening to reveal Derek, a smile crossing his features when our eyes met.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good actually,” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Uh- I thought I’d bring these over for you.” I held the plate out to him. “Henry and I made them after dinner tonight and we had plenty of extra so…”

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New Tales from the Old Forest [4/?]

To mark the beginning of December properly I have something new for this verse. Whether you enjoyed this last December as part of my ‘Tis The Season series, found it later on or are just now stumbling upon it - I hope this starts off your holiday fanfic endeavors just right (I sure hope it does the same for mine 'cause I have plans for this fic).

Happy beginning of Christmas and welcome back to New Tales from the Old Forest!

New Tales from the Old Forest; ~ 2, 800 words; FF.NET || AO3

Using the gorgeous banner @katie-dub created for me once upon a time! :*

She stomps back to her car through five feet of snow, feeling the coldness slither in through the zipper and the little hole on the inner side of her left boot. Wet socks. The last thing Emma Swan needs at 8 pm on the 24th of December.

Henry is in the backseat where she left him 15 minutes ago, his fingers moving rapidly over the screen of his phone now that it is too dark for him to be reading his book. 

Emma sighs at the memory of that Golden Age of 15 minutes ago. Back when hope and excitement and that warm fuzzy feeling that she had been making tentative friends with over the last year had kept her from realizing exactly how fucking cold and windy the coast of Maine was in the smack-dab middle of winter. Yes, her nerves had been pulled pretty tight back then but not like this. Not like now.

15 minutes ago it felt like Dasher, Dancer… Patter? Pranter? Ugh. All of Santa’s prats of reindeer were making her insides their new holiday runway. Led by that Cupid bastard. 

That’s it. She is blaming it all on some freaking Christmas reindeer possession or… yeah, that sounds good.

Because there is no way she would be in this situation, if she was in possession of all her faculties. Nope, no way. This situation is exactly the kind of situation that Emma Swan is an expert at avoiding. Or she was. A year ago.

And yet. Here she is. At 8:07 pm now, on the freaking 24th of freaking December, with a trunk full of presents, a 11-year-old in the backseat and three Americanos buzzing through her system.

In Storybrooke, fucking Maine, in front of Killian fucking Jones’ house. His very dark. Very empty house. 

How did she end up here again?

Oh, yeah.


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{ five’s company // ch. 20 }

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“Do you need anything, sugar?” Herc asked you, calling you over the phone. You balanced your phone between your shoulder and your ear, trying to listen to him over the business of the office. “I know you were feeling sick this morning. Did you still go in for work?”

Your pregnancy had been up and down. Some mornings were a little tougher than the others. Laf assured you that it was all normal. Everything he had suggested had helped so you felt okay enough to come in.

“Yeah. I’ll rest when I get home.” You mumbled sheepishly. “Hey,“ You almost hung up, but then you remembered. “Can you get ice cream on the way home? And those pretzels I like?“ 

Herc chuckled, double checking to make sure he had his keys. "Course. John and Alex will be home a little later, but Laf will be home, okay?" 

“Mkay.” You hummed. Hercules smiled a little. You must have been a little busy. Your sentences were getting shorter. 

He was pleasantly surprised when you said, "Hey, I love you, Herc." 

He smiled, felt his heart warm up a little. "I love you too. Call the studio if you need me. See you later." 

“Bye, love.”

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Eight Summers

pairing: john laurens x reader modern au
words: 7000 (yeah I got carried away a bit)
warnings: fluff
summary: follow yourself and John through eight summers as you become friends and mAyBe even fall in love.
a/n: I’ve been wanting to do this forever (I can’t believe I haven’t done a John x reader yet) so let’s see how this goes. the second summer contributes nothing whoops 

❇❇❇summer one❇❇❇

You sighed, flopping back onto your front porch. You had been so excited for this summer, and now, midway through June, nothing was happening.

“I’m so bored,” you said to the clear blue sky. As if by magic, your thinking aloud was interrupted by the rumble of a large moving van. Sitting up, you watched as it came down your street, trailed by a blue SUV. Both the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the house across the street and diagonal from yours. The house had been up for sale for the better part of the year, and only recently had a sticker reading “SOLD” been slapped onto the advertisement in the front yard. It was a large, spacious house that edged a forest, and you had often wondered at its slow sale.

The rumble of the two cars had dwindled to a stop, and two men got out of the moving van and proceeded to open the back of the large vehicle. Meanwhile, a couple emerged from the SUV. The woman had brown, curly hair and looked to be in her early thirties. Her husband, or so you supposed, looked to be a few years older and had the same shade of hair as the lady, except his was stick-straight and short. Both of them waved at you, and you waved back with a smile. Under normal circumstances, you would have gone over to say hi, but this was their moving-in time and you didn’t want to distract from that.

I wonder if they have any kids​​, you thought, and your question was soon answered when the back left door of the car opened and a boy stepped out. You couldn’t see very well since his back was to you, but he looked to be about your height and had clearly inherited his mother’s curls. They fell halfway to his shoulders, and you didn’t think you had ever seen a boy with hair quite like that. He exchanged a few words with his parents, and his mom motioned to where you were sitting. He turned around and looked at you before looking back at her, but his hesitation was ended as she pushed him gently. Now he was headed across the street and up your driveway. You stood up.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you asked brightly.

“John,” he answered, biting his lip before looking at you.

“D'you have a last name?” you inquired.

“Doesn’t everyone?” he pronounced the first word as if it contained no s.

“I think so. What’s yours?”

“Laurens. I’m John Laurens.”

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you.” You stuck out your hand and he took it with surprising firmness. You looked at him closer as you shook hands.

His curly hair was shiny and soft-looking, and it framed a face with a honeyed caramel tint which was covered with a liberal dusting of freckles. His eyes were a vibrant green, and they met yours with an unwavering gaze. The features on his face were well-shaped and defined, although his cheeks still carried a roundness that hinted at youthful innocence.

“How old are you?” he asked, releasing your hand.

“I’m ten,” you answered proudly.

“So am I!” he exclaimed, his first real show of enthusiasm, and the two of you grinned at each other. His mouth quirked up to one side, bespeaking a hint of mischief that was confirmed by the sparkling in his eyes that matched his bright smile. His whole face transformed when he smiled, illuminating his face and stretching his freckled cheeks adorably.

“But which one of us is older?” you wondered, and you compared birthdays.

“Yes!” John exclaimed triumphantly, pumping his fist in victory when he learned that he was a full two months older than you.

“It’s only two months, though,” you griped, crossing your arms as you felt some of the pride rubbing off.

“Yeah, but I’m older!” he exclaimed. “I’m always one of the youngest in my classes and now I won’t be the very last one!”

“Oh, stop,” you said, cuffing him playfully on the shoulder. “You’d think you won the Olympics or something.”

“Maybe I did,” he retorted playfully. “The being-older-than-your-neighbor event is my thing.”

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“So this is your house?” he asked, looking up at it.

“Uh-huh!” you answered proudly.

“We’ll be almost right across the street from each other, then,” he observed.

“I know! We’ll have lots of fun,” you resolved.

“John!” A voice interrupted your conversation. The man was crossing the street. “Time to go. We need your help moving some boxes.”

“Okay, Dad.” he sighed. “This is (Y/N). She’s our neighbor and she’s my age right now, although I’m two months older.” Mr. Laurens smiled at you.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” he said. “I’m Henry Laurens. Thanks for being so welcoming. I know John was a little nervous that there wouldn’t be any kids his age, but I guess that problem’s solved, right, John?”

“Yeah!” he responded. “Bye, (Y/N)! See you later!”

“Okay! Friends?” you asked.

“Friends.” He smiled at you again before going back with his father. You smiled as you sat back on the porch.

Summer just got a whole lot more interesting.


You didn’t hear the conversation that went on between John and his father. “She’s so nice, Dad, and friendly and pretty!”

“I could tell, son. I’m glad you made a friend.” Henry drew his son close to his side.

“Yeah, me too.”

John couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

❇❇❇summer two❇❇❇

You were lying next to John, your back against the firm wood of his tree house, which was really nothing more than a few planks nailed together to form a floor-like object which was placed in a crook of a tree. It was secured to the branch by nails and was surprisingly very comfortable.

“I can’t believe you haven’t told me about this yet,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

“Yeah. It’s pretty great, isn’t it?”
It was. The tree was a tall one and all sounds of other people faded, giving way to birdsong and the occasional humming insect. It was a hot day, but the heat faded, impeded by the canopy of leaves stretched out above the two of you. The sun would poke through at different times whenever the leaves would drift apart, lifted by the cool breeze wafting through the forest. All was peaceful and you smiled at the calm that filled you as you lay there, John by your side.

“Those leaves over there remind me of your eyes,” you said with all the innocence of an eleven-year-old, pointing over to a part of the forest that was dappled with shade. John hummed in agreement.

That was one thing about John. The two of you could maintain perfect silence without it feeling awkward or strange. You could still understand each other just as well through words than you could through none. He always seemed to know what you were thinking and vice versa, which was one of the things that made him your best friend. He always understood. Even at this young age, you knew that that was important in any close friendship.

John was special and you were glad to know him. He never failed to make you happy and bring a smile to your face. And as you thought of him, a stirring arose in your heart, a new, unfamiliar feeling that wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable.

You didn’t know what it was, but the future was sure to tell.

❇❇❇summer three❇❇❇

“C'mon, John!” you exclaimed, pulling insistently on his arm. John and his parents had come over for dinner, and now the adults were just talking on the back porch which served as an eating area. You wanted no part in it—the fireflies were out tonight, and you had never seen so many.

“Hey, that rhymes!” he quipped, smiling that smile you knew so well.

“Wow, great observation.” You rolled your eyes.

“I know. Aren’t you glad your best friend is brilliant?”

“You’re about as brilliant as—” you paused, trying unsuccessfully to think of something dull— “as, well, never mind. But let’s go, please? Those fireflies are just waiting to be caught.”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming. Hey, Mom!” he called.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Mrs. Laurens replied.

“(Y/N) and I are gonna catch some fireflies.”

“All right. Have fun, you two.” She gave you a sweet smile.

“I’ll get the jars,” you told John. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got two with holes already punched in the top.” You went inside and emerged in a few minutes, carrying a jar in each hand.

“We should make this a competition of who can catch the most,” John said, taking his jar and looking at you mischievously.

“Oh, definitely. You’re on,” you said, matching his grin. “Ready—” you drew out the word.


“Go!” you yelled together, running in opposite directions to spots where the insects illuminated the night with their flashes of light. You found a great spot right away, and you quickly grabbed the small bugs and let them crawl off your fingers into your jar, slamming the lid down when they had entered fully. The bugs tickled as their feet made their way down your fingers, and you giggled at the sensation.

“You’re going down!” you heard John yell from somewhere in the yard.

“Nuh-uh!” you retorted, continuing your mad dash through the grass.


As the two of you ran around the yard, your parents watched you with smiles on their faces.

“They’re such great friends,” your mom said.

“Yeah, they really have a special bond,” agreed Mr. Laurens. “There’s not a day that goes by that John doesn’t talk about (Y/N). There’s always something exciting with those two.”

“He better not steal her heart in a few years,” inserted your dad, jokingly but also with a hint of seriousness.

“Well, I’m afraid (Y/N)’s on her way to doing that with John,” Mrs. Laurens said. “He always tells me how pretty she is, although he’s never hinted at a crush.”

“Well, if I had to choose anyone for my son, it’d be your daughter,” Mr. Laurens told your parents. “She’s really a great girl.”

“We could say the same for John,” your mother replied. “That he’s a wonderful boy and all. Not that he’s a great girl!” The four laughed and turned back to watching you and John.


“Okay, I think that’s enough time,” you called to him, breathing slightly heavier than normal.

“Aw, are you just tired?” he teased, coming over to you.

“No, but I bet you are,” you shot back, trying to suppress your heavy breathing.

“Nope!” he boasted, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. His curls were long enough to be put back in a short ponytail now, and you teased him about it occasionally.

“Okay, well, let’s count the other person’s fireflies, and whoever wins gets the last two cookies,” you said.
“Sounds good,” he replied, and you switched jars and began counting, which was a tricky job since the bugs kept crawling around and many were on the bottom of the lid so you had to tip the jar up to see them.

“Fifty-one,” you said when you had finished. John was just finishing up, his tongue stuck out slightly as he counted.

“You have forty-two which means I won!” he shouted in joy.

“All right, good job,” you said, sticking out a hand.

“A for effort.”

“Effort starts with E, stupid. Now let’s go get your cookies,” you replied, smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

“Sounds good to me,” he said, yelling, “I won!” when the two of you reached your parents.

“So he gets the last two cookies,” you explained, giving the prizes to him.

As he contemplated his reward in his hand, he looked up at you. “I’ll give you one,” he conceded. “I could never let my best friend go hungry.”

“I appreciate it,” you said, and sat down on the steps, setting your jar next to you. John sat down as well.

“We should probably let them go,” he said, and you agreed, opening your jar as he did.

The fireflies flew into the night, releasing light as they went, and you watched them go. John glanced over at you, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the bugs, and felt his heart expand inside him.

What a best friend.

❇❇❇summer four ❇❇❇

The August afternoon was drawing on to evening, and a coolness stole into the air, barely noticeable but still there. Fall would come soon, along with school, and you wanted to savor every last second with John.

He lifted his head from his sketchbook as a breeze blew through the trees at the edge of the forest, where the two of you were sitting on an old blanket that John’s parents kept for picnics and outdoor use.

You were still unaware of what he was drawing, and didn’t hear the quick scribbling of his pencil as you looked upward at a few golden-tinged leaves that had fallen due to the wind.

“It’s so pretty out here,” you said, turning back to look at him. He was drawing a long, curving line but that was all you could tell as he had his sketchbook tilted away from you.

“Mhm,” he replied absentmindedly, a look of intense concentration on his face. He had a certain habit when he was drawing—he would bite his lip on one side and poke out his tongue on the other. You never figured out how he did it, and it was one of the endless unique things that made him John. As you watched his pencil move, his eyes flicked upwards to yours and you looked away quickly, your heart racing inexplicably.

You had noticed that you seemed more shy around John. He was still your best friend and closer to you than anyone else, but something was changing. He wasn’t the same boy anymore. His cheeks were still sprinkled with freckles, but they had lost much of their roundness, showing hints of defined cheekbones. His hair had grown out to a bit longer than shoulder length, and was usually tied back in a ponytail. He had grown nearly a foot in the past three years and now stood a full head taller than you, a fact he never failed to tease you about. He’d call you “small one” often, to which you would cross your arms and pout. He was growing up remarkably, and you couldn’t help but think that he was getting handsomer every day. Although you didn’t want to believe it, you could feel yourself becoming attracted to him and hated yourself for it. He’s your best friend, you’d think. What’s wrong with you? But all the berating in the world couldn’t stop your feelings from developing more and more.

“They’re still not right,” you heard him mutter, breaking you out of your thoughts.


“The eyes. They’re not right.” He turned his sketchbook towards you and you gasped.

There on the page were five sketches of your head and upper body in different positions, and they looked as if they could have come from real life. Everything was perfectly proportioned, and you marveled at how he could add such reality to the images with just a few lines of shading.

“John,” you breathed. He looked at you, hopefully, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

“Do you like them?” he asked, genuinely nervous.

“Oh my god. They’re beyond words,” you said, still looking at them with awe.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I just couldn’t get your eyes right on this one,” he said, pointing to a sketch of you looking up. “There’s a certain light in them that I just can’t duplicate.” You looked at his face next to you, inches away.

“I think they’re amazing.” He smiled at you, no hint of cockiness or self-assurance, just a warm smile that heated your cheeks.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No, thank you,” you answered. “Wow!”

“Ah, it was nothing, just a few sketches.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he tapped his pencil almost nervously on his leg. “I’m just glad you like them.” Hit with a sudden impetuous desire, you threw your arms around him. He hugged back after a moment, clearly surprised, and you smiled at the feeling, the rightness of it.

“You’re the best,” you whispered.

“No, you are.”

“I’ll fight you.” A laugh, a change in tone.

“Whatever you say, small one.”

❇❇❇summer five❇❇❇

“But it’s so cold,” you complained.

“(Y/N), it’s sixty-three degrees. That hardly qualifies as cold,” John answered you with a shake of his curls.

“It does when it’s summer and there’s no sun. It feels like forty degrees and I don’t care what you say it really is.” You crossed your arms and shivered, even as you were standing on John’s screened-in back porch.

“So you insist on not coming.”

“Not if I’m going to freeze my butt off!”

He sighed. “Fine, wait here. I’ll be right back.” He vanished into the house and you stood there alone, tapping your bare foot on the wooden boards. You heard him coming down the stairs a few moments later and he came out the door with something in hand.

“What’s that for?”

“You. It’s just one of my old sweatshirts you can wear so you’re not as cold. It’s got fleece on the inside, see?” You felt the shirt and agreed to put it on, your heart warming even as your body did. It smelled like John, a hint of lemons swirled in with cotton. It came well to your mid-thigh area and the sleeves enveloped your hands, forcing you to push them up a bit.

“Thanks, John,” you told him.

He was looking at you in his sweatshirt and seemed to snap out of a trance as you spoke. “Oh, yeah, anything for you,” he said, ruffling your hair. “You look nice in it.”

“Yeah, right. As if I look nice in anything,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You do. Y'know, I almost got you a pair of my sweatpants since you seemed to be the most concerned with freezing your butt off, but somehow I deemed that inappropriate.” The soft look in his eyes was briefly replaced with a hint of their usual roguish gleam.

“Perv. Now let’s go look at the freaking stars because you wanted to.” You bumped him with your shoulder and smiled at him.

“I think you secretly want to look at the stars as well,” he teased, holding the patio door open for you.

“Thank you. And maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.” (You did.)

The two of you stepped into the night, shivering slightly as you did so. The stars were bright and shed a soft light on John’s wide backyard. You picked a spot and lay down on the grass.

“Ooh, look, the Big Dipper!” you cried softly, pointing at the constellation above you. John smiled at the wonder reflected in your star-lit eyes.

“There’s the North Star,” he replied, and thought that even though he had seen these basic constellations a million times before, they had never been quite so shining and clear as when you were there next to him.

After a few minutes of picking out the images in the sky, you remarked, “I’m still cold.”

“C'mere, then,” John answered, and drew you close. The warmth from his body seeped into yours as fingers of electricity washed over your body at the contact. He felt amazing and right, and you closed your eyes as you leaned against him. ​​​​​His heart was beating; you could hear it, and his chest rose and fell gently.

He looked down at your form and sat there with you, the girl who made the stars shine brighter.

❇❇❇summer six❇❇❇

You looked at John warily. “You want me to ride in this? You literally got your license two days ago.” Your voice was teasing.

“And it was well-deserved. C'mon, (Y/N), just for a bit? It’ll only take a few minutes and the sun will start setting soon anyway.”

“I’m just kidding. Of course I’ll go.”

“Ah, so you do trust me.”

“Shut up and drive, Laurens.”

He made his way to the passenger door and held it open for you, making a sweeping gesture that was coupled with a mock bow. “My lady,” he said.

“Oh, stop.” Your heart was secretly bursting within you at the chivalrous action, however lightly it was meant. John closed the door after you and walked to the driver’s side.

“Are you ready for the time of your life?” he asked you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you told him, and he turned the key in the ignition.

“Then let’s go.” And with that, he pulled out of his driveway.


​​​​​​There was a road near your neighborhood that was mostly used for drivers’ ed purposes. Since it was nearly school, classes in your community had ended and the road was empty. It was surrounded by trees on both sides and a few faint birds could still be heard deep inside the trees. As John turned onto the road, he looked at you with a smirk before stepping on the gas.

“Oh my god, John!” you screamed as your hair was whipped every which way. “You’re going sixty miles an hour!”

“I know.”

“Just be careful!” you cried, even as a joyous whoop escaped you. John looked over at you again, and his heart flipped over.

You were laughing, mouth wide open, and your hair was blowing around your face, tinted slightly by the now-setting sun. As you turned to look back at him, your cheeks were flushed and your hair was a mess, but John had never seen you look more beautiful. His gaze moved down your face, and he was unable to get enough of you.

“Eyes on the road,” you quipped.

“Ah, yes, right,” he nodded. “But I’d rather look at my beautiful best friend than a black stretch of asphalt.”

“Shut up,” you told him, shocked inwardly at the compliment. “Watching the road will actually keep you alive.”

“Maybe I need you to live as well,” he murmured.



❇❇❇summer seven❇❇❇

Every year, the Mulligans and Motiers, two families in your neighborhood, would get together and have a huge party. They would play music cranked up as loud as possible, and was audible on the other side of the subdivision, where you and John lived. Miraculously, none of the numerous complaints would deter them from their fun, and so the whole neighborhood suffered in unison for one long night.

Tonight was the oh-so-joyful occasion, and you had invited John over, knowing that having him next to you was the only thing that would keep your sanity in one piece. He had had dinner with your family and the two of you were out in your backyard, where an old swingset stood. You were sitting on one, swinging your legs softly back and forth while John sat next to you, listening absentmindedly to the music while catching glimpses of you whenever you weren’t looking.

The current song ended and another began. “I love this song!” you cried, instantly recognizing “I Saw Her Standing There” by the Beatles.

Well, she was just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare

“You’re seventeen. Fancy that,” said John. “And I must admit that you do look nice tonight.” You looked down at your old clothes with a skeptical glance.

“Yeah, right.”

“May I have this dance?” He held out a hand to you.

“Of course.”

So how could I dance with another
When I saw her standing there?

You giggled as John twirled you around the yard, slowing when you were out of breath. He stepped with you slowly, your speed rapidly decreasing and then stopping altogether as you looked up at him to see him gazing down at you.

Well she looked at me
And I, I could see
That before too long
I’d fall in love with her
She wouldn’t dance with another
Oh, when I saw her standing there

“(Y/N),” he whispered, softer than you knew anyone could ever speak.


“May I kiss you?”

A shocked silence.

“Of course.” You finally overcame your shock.

He bent down and you felt his breath on your cheek. And with a soft tilt forward, he captured your lips with his and the only thing that existed was him. It was pure and perfect and everything you had imagined and wanted it to be. As you pulled apart, you whispered, “I love you.”

“I think I loved you ever since I saw how adorable you were when you were mad at me being older,” John confessed, rubbing his thumb gently over your bottom lip. You looked into his eyes, saw the love, the pure emotion, and knew you needed him, needed him desperately.

He drew you in again, and the music was forgotten.

❇❇❇summer eight❇❇❇

“I can’t believe this. Summer reading? Especially Shakespeare summer reading?” John lamented.

“Well, some people actually like Romeo and Juliet and consider it a literary masterpiece,” you commented. “And I happen to be one of them.”

“My own girlfriend,” he groaned. After a year of owning that title, it never failed to give you butterflies when hearing it.

The two of you were sitting in a clearing of his forest, and the sun shone in a dappled pattern on your languishing forms.

“You should really get started on it,” you told him.

“I suppose you’re already done.”

“I, for one, do not procrastinate.”

“Well, then, you leave me no choice but to begin.”

“You should read it to me.”

“Anything for you,” he said, cupping the back of your neck and kissing your forehead before lying down and placing his head on your lap. “It’ll be more comfortable this way.” And with that, he began to read, and you listened to the voice you loved best read the classic tale of love.

After the first act, your hands were begging for something to do, and so you gently pulled at his hair tie, releasing his long, bouncy curls which floated freely at their leisure. You wove your fingers through them, feeling their lush softness and kissing his shiny locks every now and then. After a few minutes, you parted his hair into three sections and began braiding, picking a few flowers to finish off the woven hairstyle. He was now at the balcony scene, your favorite part, and he paused.

“You be Juliet. I’ll read Romeo,” he said. You laughed and held the book with him, your fingers entwining. The words were interrupted often for a kiss or two, and he smiled at you, thinking that you were the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth.

He finished the scene, and sat up slightly, running his fingers along the curves of your neck while you kissed his freckled cheeks.

“How’d I ever get you?” he asked in pure, breathless wonder. You simply smiled before kissing him deeply, eliciting small noises from his throat. The book was pushed aside as he sat up fully, setting you on his lap.

“I love you,” you said.

“And I you.”

And there you were, young and with your lives ahead of you. The future was yet unknown, but you could face it together as long as you were by each other’s side.

You looked into his eyes and both of you thought that you had never felt such perfect happiness. 

Finally Back

Hey, everyone! Here’s another little fic for the Toon Henry AU by @squigglydigg/ @squigglydigglydoo (Psst, go check it out!)This one’s a bit on the shorter side, and I’m not especially convinced with how it turned out. But it was a scene I thought that wouldn’t leave my head, so here it is I guess! Also a little mention to this fic by @lnicol1990 (which is awesome and you should totally read.)

Oh and it’s in AO3 and if that’s more your style!

I hope you like it!  

Henry couldn’t even draw a single breath in before his knees failed him. His attention immediately went to the throbbing pain of the old bullet wound above his knee, being the strongest he’d felt it in years. Hissing, he tried to dull the ache by applying pressure with his hand.


Three pairs of hands were hastily placed on his shoulders and back. Taking his eyes off the floor, he could see the worried faces of Bendy, Boris and Alice. They seemed afraid of trying to move him, and the looks they were giving him were starting to make him nervous.

“What is… it?” He found his voice sounded much quieter than he had intended. He realized it was because he felt utterly exhausted. “Did… did something go wrong?”

They all looked at Bendy. He stood confused for a moment before seeming to realize that, unless they brought a mirror or something, he would be the only one there to know the answer to that. With a frown, he walked around Henry analyzing him carefully, stopping in front of him to try to find anything weird. The scrutiny was a tad awkward, but Henry needed to know if it had worked.

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Once Upon a Time: Lana Parrilla divulges why she's here to stay

Once Upon a Time is undergoing a major overhaul heading into season 7, which means new characters, new locales, and even a new curse. To keep track of all the big changes, EW will bring you interviews with the cast — new and old — along with executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis over the next two weeks until the ABC fairy tale drama’s return.

Following the exits of six castmembers, Lana Parrilla is one of three stars returning full-time for Once Upon a Time‘s rebooted seventh season — and now we know why.

When OUAT returns, viewers will discover that Regina, formerly the Evil Queen, is now a denim-clad bar owner named Roni, who lives in the Seattle neighborhood of Hyperion Heights. No, Parrilla is not playing a brand new character; this is her cursed alter ego.

Here’s what’s happening: When Henry looks to his family for help, Regina is among those who answer the call, which ultimately gets her trapped in Hyperion Heights. But it’s this new version of her character that actually made Parrilla want to return to the world of OUAT as the show undergoes an ambitious reboot. Read our full interview with the actress below to get scoop on Roni. [Editor’s note: This interview was conducted before the news that Rebecca Mader would be returning.]

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Was there something the OUAT bosses said that was instrumental for you in sticking with the show?
LANA PARRILLA: Yeah, one thing I think we’ve seen over the years is Regina has had love, she’s lost it, she’s gone through so much tragedy, and changes, and challenges, and I actually started thinking, okay, well, are there more stories to tell, especially with last season with the Evil Queen and Regina, and getting to this place of accepting oneself, and accepting both sides, and really experiencing inner peace, which ultimately is, in my opinion, a great happy ending. However, there’s still more of her story that’s unknown. I know they want to see her happy with someone, and that’s something I want for her as well, and so they said, “We don’t feel like Regina’s story is over yet.” She’s such a beloved character, I love her to bits, I love playing her, I’ve always enjoyed playing her, both sides, all eight different versions, or whatever it is [laughs], and they said, “We still want to tell her story,” and then they pitched the whole idea behind Roni, and how she was going to be the voice for the people. She was going to have a Norma Rae kind of quality to her, which is something that I feel I have anyhow. I’m always defending and standing up for the underdog and the little guy, and so that really resonated with me, and it’s also such a powerful, strong message as a woman to be that kind of leader in a community.

So I thought, “You know what, I like this.” I had no idea that Roni was going to look the way she looks, and I’m still discovering who she is, but it got me really inspired and intrigued, and I felt like I want to do this again, I want to come back, and I want to tell another story, a different side of Regina, but I also want to be able to see if she can find love again, and maybe, hopefully, it won’t be tragically ripped apart from her. So however she finds love, wherever it is, what we notice in the first couple episodes that there’s moments for her, everyone has a partner, everyone’s having babies, everyone’s doing great, and Regina is just enjoying her family and stuff, but there’s something missing.

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Kiss Me I’m a Pirate

This is the 4th chapter to me series of Captain Swan smutty one shots called Captain Swan Coffee! An Item from Emma’s past turns up at Mr. Golds shop and it brings up some new and exciting fantasies that Killian is more than happy to help with!

Rated M

Read more of my work on Ao3 and FF!

I hope you love reading it as much as i loved writing it! Should have a new chapter update soon! And I’m beginning a series of one shots in Neverland. Can’t wait for you to read it!

It was a beautiful fall Monday morning and Emma was walking Henry to school like she did everyday. They always talked about classesl, his girlfriend, and any other topic that may come up as she enjoyed her morning coffee. He was getting so big that she didn’t know how long she would still get to do these types of things with him. Sure he was plenty old enough to walk to school by himself, but pretty soon he will be able to drive there on his own. Emma suddenly felt very old thinking about it. Besides, if she had to guess Emma was pretty convinced that Henry liked that she spent this extra time with him everyday. He was a momma’s boy through and through and she hoped that much would never change.

On her way back home she passed Mr. Gold’s shop like she always did, but this time something caught her eye. There sitting in his window display case was a dress she hadn’t seen in a long time. She thought she must had been seeing things so she went in for a closer look. The ring of the bell announced her entrance as the brunette behind the counter greeted her, her eyes never leaving the gown.

“Good morning, Emma. Can I help you?” Belle asked, noticing her peculiar attitude.

“Where did you get this from?” Emma questioned, pointing at the red satin shimmer in the morning sun.

“The ball gown? I’m actually not sure. It just found it on the back in a box, it was so beautiful I decided to display it. You like it?” The bookworm wondered, skirting her way around the counter closer to her.

“Yeah it was actually mine,” She explained, flashing Belle a smile.

“Yours? I don’t understand. When were you at a ball?” She laughed, as Emma still admired the dress.

“I wore it to my first dance when Hook and I fell into that time portal a few years ago. When I put this on it was the first time I truly felt like a princess,” She reminisced, not knowing if it was the dress that made her feel that way or her date. Even though she couldn’t breath in that corset and was actively trying to ensure her own existence it was still one of the best nights of her life. “How much for it?” Emma implored, reaching out to touch laces up the back.

“Oh, please don’t worry about that, just take it,” Belle replied, beginning to take the dress off the mannequin.

“I have to give you something for it,” She insisted.

“It’s quite alright, Emma. Besides it was your dress in the first place. I want you to have it,” Belle requested, placing the dress into a large box.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” She grinned as she took it from her, making her way to the door of the shop. The whole walk home all Emma could do is think about showing her pirate. He did really love it on her. And if Emma was being honest with herself she did kind of have this fantasy that she’d kept bottle up for the better part of a year now that she desperately wanted to explore. She just had to pick the right moment to act upon it and hope that Killian would be an active participant and not laugh in her face. Maybe she could bring it up at lunch today. They were supposed to meet in a few hours anyways. That would be a good time to discuss her wildest sexual fantasies, right? Oh lord help her. Killian wasn’t judgemental or vanilla in the sac in the slightest, but this was uncharted territory for Emma. She hasn’t had sex with the same person long enough to do anything other than ordinary. But now she was actually excited for the possibility of trying something more, trying something different.

Emma dropped the dress off at her apartment and headed to work for a few hours before she had to meet with Hook. All she could think about at the station was how she was gonna ask him to indulge her in her little fantasy. It made getting any work done especially next to her father nearly impossible. So when noon rolled around she couldn’t be more thrilled to get out of there. Just the near thought of Killian had her flushed with arousal. The car ride to the diner felt like she was driving to New York. She couldn’t wait to see that pirates face.

The beginning of the meal was pretty uneventful. They talked about an array of things from work, to Henry, to about each other’s weeks. But Killian could sense that there was something on Emma’s mind. Something she wasn’t telling him.

“Is there something you want to talk about, love? You just seem different,” Hook worried as Emma took another bite of her lasagna.

“Is it that obvious,” She sighed, as she put her fork down.

“Sorry, love. You’re somewhat of an open book to me. Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” He encouraged, giving her a hopeful grin.

“I just sorta have this idea, and you might think it’s stupid but,” Emma hesitated, not knowing where to start.

“Love, nothing you say could ever be stupid. You can tell me anything,” Killian reassured his Swan, finally giving her the push she needed.

“Do you still have your pirate clothes?” Emma asked, twiddling her thumbs under the table and avoiding eye contact.

“My pirate clothes?” Killian grinned, giving her his signature side eyed smirk of his. Emma could see he was picking up on what she was putting down.

“Yeah, you know. Those leather pants, boots, and that red vest. The whole nine yards. Do you still have them?” She finished, slowly gaining some confidence.

“The red vest, huh? I only bring that one out for special occasions,” He teased, popping a fry into his mouth.

“Be serious Hook. Do you still have them?” She implored.

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Accident Prone

Spencer Reid x Reader one shot

Word Count: 2530

Prompt: Can you write something where maybe the reader is super clumsy and trips often, and one day she trips into Morgans arms and Reid gets super jealous??

A/N: Haha, this request was so cute! Thank you anon (: Here’s a little something to tide y’all over if you’re waiting for part 2 of my Harry Potter AU! I am Stressed™ about midterms (college sucks) so it won’t be up until a little later in the week but I shall do my best to have it up soon. I also hit 100 followers! Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, or even just read any of my fics. I love you all!

Summary: Sometimes, being accident prone is just what you need to get things moving in the right direction.

You’ve been a part of the BAU for almost 5 years and in those 5 years, you never failed to impress your team members with your agility, speed, and flawless movement out in the field. You were quick on your feet, good with a gun, and knew just how to grapple with the rowdier unsubs.

Garcia often referred to you as her ‘Little Lioness’ when you were out on a mission, a nickname that had caught on with the rest of the team as well.

However, the moment you stepped off the field, you transformed from an agile lioness into a spindly baby deer. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. You were pretty sure that if it weren’t for your exceptional skills in the field, you would’ve been asked to leave the FBI many years ago.

Gravity had made an enemy out of you whenever you weren’t chasing after an unsub and you constantly found yourself stumbling over your own two feet. And stumbling usually lead to knocking over whatever was in close vicinity.

You teammates quickly learned how to adapt to your clumsiness. It was almost as if they could tell exactly when you were going to trip and possibly break something. This saved them from a lot of broken coffee mugs and saved you from any tripping-related injury.

Their sixth sense, though it helped, couldn’t save you from everything though.

“Ouch!” You glared down Emily’s desk, rubbing the spot on your leg where it had collided with the sharp corner of the desk. She made a sympathetic tutting noise.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise. Want some ice?” she asked, already halfway out of her chair.

“It’s fine, it’s fine… Not worth getting an ice pack just for this little thing.” You waved a hand dismissively, nearly sending her mug tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, her quick reflexes prevented any major spillage. You grinned sheepishly at the brunette, turning to go back to the safety of your own desk.

But before you could make it, you - surprise, surprise - tripped over your own feet, bumping into into the desk closest to you. You almost knocked a stack of files onto the ground, but the desk’s inhabitant reached out just in time, steadying the stack with one hand and clamping onto your wrist with the other.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that. Thanks, Spencer.” You smiled gratefully at the brown-haired man, patting the hand over your wrist in thanks. He blushed slightly at the contact and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little extra as you continued your walk to your desk.

Yes, the entire team helped you out whenever your clumsiness got the best of you, but something about Spencer Reid made it a little more special every time he was the one to do so.

You found it very hard not to develop a crush on the young genius over the years.

His messy hair practically begged to be played with. His mannerisms and constant rambling were endlessly endearing. He was a very loyal team member. He was even great with kids. Plus, his aesthetically pleasing facial structure was quite easy on the eyes.

The two of you had always straddled the line between friendship and something more. You were very close friends, but sometimes when you were hanging out outside of work just the two of you, maybe bundled up on the couch watching movies or reading books at the park or out for coffee, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then and there.

(And then maybe do a lot more than just kissing. The boy had long fingers and you had a wicked imagination.)

You thought - hoped - you had seen him giving you the same longing glances, but it just never really went beyond friendly cheek kisses and ‘just-as-friends’ dates.

You settled into your desk with a heavy sigh, attracting Penelope’s attention as she walked into the bullpen. All you saw was a pink and purple blur before you were wrapped up in the technical analyst’s arms.

“What ails you, my wobbly little Bambi? Did you get hurt again?” she asked in a teasing tone. You made a face at Spencer, who was watching the two of you with an amused smirk.

“I’m a lioness, Pen, a lioness. Here me roar,” you deadpanned, wriggling out of her embrace. She let out a laugh.

“Of course you are, Y/N… Now c’mon, help me find those papers you were looking for. We’re going to have to go old school and actually look through boxes in the file room.” She pouted at the fact her precious computers wouldn’t be able to help her for once. “We have to deal with… hard-copies,” she said dramatically.

You shook your head amusedly, following the blonde out of the BAU bullpen.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back abruptly at Spencer’s call, nearly plowing down a passing intern.

“We still on for lunch?” he asked, laugh evident in his voice as he watched you apologize profusely to the poor intern. The young brunette woman waved off your apology and you switched your attention onto the young doctor.

“It’s a date,” you said casually. “I’ll come back to get you when I’m ready to go.”

You smiled at his excitement over the new cafe you were going to try out, absentmindedly watching as he turned back to his paperwork. You shook yourself out of your Spencer-induced stupor, hoping no one noticed your staring, and hurried to catch up with Garcia.

“Ooooh finally going on a date with our resident genius?” Penelope asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye roll.

“You know it’s not a date-date, Pen. It’s a… ‘Spencer and me’-date,” you found yourself explaining for the hundredth time.

“Riiiight.” She nodded, voice tinged with doubt. “Oh come on, Y/N! I know you two are in love!”

You pointedly ignored her as you rounded the corner into the file room. You immediately started sorting through the nearest box, blocking out Garcia’s little love monologue.

“- always takes you out for dinner. You practically live at his apartment, for crying out loud! You know, JJ told me that Henry thinks the two of you are married ‘just like his mommy and daddy’… God, you two are so cute! I totally think -”

“Penelope. Please… Just help me look for this file, okay?”

“Fine,” Garcia said with a resigned sigh, “but this is going to be discussed on our next girls’ night, you hear me?”

Pushing a sleeping elephant up a hill was easier than trying to say no to a determined Penelope Garcia, so you simply conceded, shooing her away to do her own file digging.

After skimming through a couple of boxes, you decided to start looking at the boxes up on the shelves. You made your way towards the stepladder by the wall.

“Um Y/N, are you going to be using that?”

“Yeah, why?” You set up the ladder and just as you were about to climb Garcia called out your name. “What?” you asked, pausing your ascent. She bit her lip worriedly.

“Mmm, you plus heights plus shelves full of heavy boxes that can potentially fall and crush you… You do the math.”

“Seriously? Oh my god, it’s a stepladder, Garcia. It’s not even a real ladder. I’m not that accident-prone.”

“You trip on air, Y/N! That’s as accident-prone as it gets.” She held up her hand, silencing your protests. “Nuh-uh. I am going to get Morgan and he’s going to use those sexy muscles of his to do the heavy lifting for us, okay? No need to put yourself in harm’s way.”

You stayed in your spot until she left the room. Admittedly, you had a bit more accidents than the average human being, but you could definitely find a set of files by yourself without endangering your life. You caught bad guys for a living, using a mini-ladder to find a couple of papers was a piece of cake compared to that.

“Aha!” After a couple of minutes, your search was a success. You managed to find the papers and not get hurt. Well… except for two paper cuts, but no one had to know about those. Your inner celebration was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey mama, Garcia said something about heavy boxes, ladders, and the possibility of a broken neck so I came as fast as I could,” Derek said, coming into the file room. “Aaand I see what she means.”

You turned to stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, you can tell Garcia to suck it, ‘cause I found the files I was looking for and used this ladder without any acci- Woah!

You must’ve waved those file papers with a bit too much enthusiasm because you suddenly found yourself toppling off of the ladder. You felt a rush of relief at the feeling of landing in a pair of arms, bridal style, instead of head first on the ground. Derek’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“What was that you were saying?” he teased, earning himself a slap on the shoulder when he bounced you like one would do while holding an infant.

“Shut up, Morgan,” you said grumpily.

“Hey, you’re lucky I was here to catch you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, resting your head on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes.

“Oh Derek, thank heavens you were here! My hero!” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at your antics.

“What’s going on here?”

Derek and you froze at the sharp tone.

You turned your head towards the door, revealing a rigid Spencer, looking at the two of you with obvious displeasure. You knew this looked how this could be misconstrued - Derek holding you in his arms and you resting your head onto his shoulder, smiles from your previous laughter still on your faces.

Derek hastily set you on the ground, clearing his throat. All you could do was carefully watch Spencer’s reaction.

“Kid…” Morgan finally said, holding up a placating hand out to your brown-haired colleague. You felt your heart twinge a little when Reid took a tiny step back at the gesture.

Before you could even say anything, he was out the door, leaving with nothing but a mumbled “gotta go” thrown over his shoulder.

The silence he left behind was soon broken by the click-clack of Garcia’s high heels as she entered the file room once more.

“Um, what did I miss?”

Her question spurred you into action. You pushed your files into Morgan’s hands and wordlessly took off to follow Spencer. You just caught a flash of his purple cardigan disappearing around the corner.

“Spencer, wait!” you called out, speeding up your steps to catch up with him. Curse that man and his incredibly long legs. “Spencer!” You manage to grab onto the back of his cardigan, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Aren’t we going to lunch together?” you asked, trying to break through his sudden icy demeanor.

“What? You aren’t too busy laying in Morgan’s stupid biceps of steel and laughing at one of his stupid jokes and resting your head on his stupid muscular shoulder? If I had known you and Morgan were…”

You tuned out his rambling, pushing him into the nearest empty office. If he thought there was something going on between you and Derek, then what the hell did he think was going on between himself and you?

You stare incredulously at your colleague, who hadn’t even stopped to take a breath in the midst of his ramble, hands flailing about. You knew just how worked up he was when he used hand gestures to emphasis his often lengthy rants.

“Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” you managed to squeeze in between his own words. “Are you seriously jealous of Morgan?”  He turned to you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Of course I’m jealous of Morgan! He’s - he’s Derek Morgan!” he spluttered. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t want a Derek Morgan, you walnut! I want you!” You sighed, cheeks burning at your blatant confession. “All I want is you, Spence. I thought you - I thought we were, you know, like a thing? Did I interpret everything wrong? Aren’t we -”


You immediately recoiled, thinking that this was the moment he was rejecting you. He must’ve sensed the hurt in your eyes, because he immediately started backpedalling.

“Wait! Not ‘no’ like to us! ‘No’ to the - I - we’re - I… I like you, Y/N. As much as that makes me sound like some fifth grader confessing a crush, I really, really like you.”

It had finally happened. All the ambiguity had been wiped away. Here you were, emotions laid on the table. There was only one way you could think of replying.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

Grabbing onto the front of his sweater, you pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions out into this one kiss. You jumped when Spencer’s hands brushed against the curve of your ass. He jolted away from you, fearing he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your… I-it was an accident!”

He was caught off guard by the smirk on your face. You used this to your advantage, pushing him into the desk chair and promptly settling yourself into his lap. His hands hovered hesitantly over you sides before you pushed them to press against where they had brushed earlier.

You connected your lips once again, tugging at his hair to spur him into action. He caught the hint, guiding your hips against his. As you trailed your kisses down to his neck, he groaned out your name like a prayer.

“Dr. Reid,” you whispered, biting down on his sensitive pulse point and eliciting another groan from his lips, “this is one accident I don’t mind.”

Back in the file room…

“Told you it would work. Didn’t I say a little jealousy was all they needed?”

“Yeah, yeah but what if she had fallen before I got there? Your plan wasn’t completely foolproof, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to undermine my matchmaking skills, you know.”


“It all worked out didn’t it? I bet you $10 they’re making out in a conference room right now.”


“Oh come on, Chocolate Thunder, indulge me a little.”

“… I bet you $20 they’re in an old office.”

“Now that’s more like it.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're still doing headcannons, first four protagonist of silent hill series? Plus Claudia and Eileen if you want. Thanks!

OH MAN THAT’S A LOT but let’s do this.

Headcanon A: Harry Mason was a practicing Christian prior to the events of Silent Hill– after, he spent a number of years struggling to reconcile his faith with everything that he’d witnessed. Eventually, he somewhat made peace with it, but it was never fully the same afterwards.
Headcanon B: Harry was a nonfiction/true crime author prior to Silent Hill. Then, in an attempt to cope, he wrote one horror novel under a pseudonym, never intending to write another one. Just one. NATURALLY It was a massive hit and publishing houses proceeded to bother him incessantly to do more like it. He occasionally would joke to Heather that half the reason they changed names and kept moving around was to make it harder for his agent to harass him.
Headcanon C: Harry frequently read to Heather as a child, and the most frequent choice was Watership Down. Harry always made a point of placing EXTRA special emphasis on the creation myth, and Frith’s instructions for El-ah-rairah: “All the world shall be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you. Digger, listener, runner, Prince with a swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks. And your people shall never die.”
It was his way of, without frightening her, trying to prepare her for the certain inevitability that the Order was going to catch up with them eventually.

Headcanon A: James has a very, very hard time interpreting and responding to social cues. Getting confused or defensive when misinterpreted is part of the reason he comes off as ‘surly’– it’s easier to come off as antisocial than face anger or ridicule after saying something unintentionally rude, which happened A Lot ™ when he was growing up.
Headcanon B: A defining moment in his and Mary’s early relationship was him finally telling her about his dad’s creepy umbilical-cord box and them going “OH MY GOD?!” “I KNOW!!” about it back and forth for a solid ten minutes while sitting in a parked car.
Headcanon C: Before Mary got sick, James was over-the-moon excited about being a father someday. They both took it for granted that it was definitely going to happen. Spoilers: it didn’t.

Headcanon A: As much as Heather always loved her father, as a teenager she started to resent his smothering, overprotective tendencies (as well as the fact that they constantly moved around) and started openly acting out– smoking, drinking, shoplifting, partying, and getting in fights. 
Headcanon B:  On at least one occasion after Silent Hill 3, Heather scared the shit out of some poor door-to-door religious pamphlet people by wrenching the door open with her rifle in hand and yelling “I KILLED YOUR GOD!”
Headcanon C: Sometimes really late at night when she’s drinking alone, Heather thinks really hard about the fact that by not killing her in infancy and instead raising her like any other child, Harry was literally gambling with the fate of the world. Really, really hard.

Headcanon A: Henry was the youngest in a large, rich family. His quiet, anxious nature meant he was constantly overlooked and all of his siblings went on to have important, high-income careers, he… went to art school, dropped out, and moved off to the east coast to get away from the constant pressure and quiet judgment. 
Headcanon B: Henry may hate socializing, but one of his favorite ways to make time spent in public places bearable is by standing quietly in the background of other peoples’ photos at every opportunity and looking directly at the camera.
Headcanon C: The events of SH4 effectively cured the severest of Henry’s agoraphobia… at the cost of sending him to the complete opposite end of the spectrum. For several weeks after first leaving the apartment complex, Henry was actively terrified of entering ANY buildings and spent more than one night literally sleeping on the streets.

Headcanon A: Claudia suffers from trichotillomania, a nervous disorder that causes a person to compulsively pluck out their own hair. This is why she doesn’t have eyebrows.
Headcanon B: Claudia met with Douglas on a number of occasions before he was actually able to locate Heather, and had to leave Silent Hill to do so. But she has no driver’s license and certainly nobody to get a ride from. So please, if you will, imagine being the unfortunate public transit passenger stuck sitting across from a tall scary woman with no eyebrows, no shoes, and no sense of how long is too long to be maintaining direct eye contact.
Headcanon C: As very young children, Vincent (then a preschooler) really latched on to the early-elementary-school-age Claudia, sometimes even following her straight past his own house on the walk home from school– which usually prompted an exasperated cry of “GO HOME, VINCENT!” from Claudia.
If you don’t think this is sad, please recall the other time that she says those words to him.

Headcanon A: Eileen waffled between a lot of potential career choices before eventually deciding to pursue becoming a conflict resolution specialist, thanks to her ability to get along with virtually anybody (like, come on, she even gets along with RICHARD).
Headcanon B: Out of the entire cast of protagonists, Eileen is the most terrifying and willing fighter out of them all. It doesn’t matter how scary you are– try and mug Eileen and she’ll come at you.
Headcanon C: Prior to SH4, Eileen would have described herself as seeing the best in everybody and trusting easily. Needless to say, that’s not the case anymore– and she has a really hard time not hating herself for no longer being the bubbly, open-hearted person she used to be.   

Signing Losers AU
  • Ever since Bill was little, he’s always had difficulty speaking because of his stutter
  • To help him with communicating, he and his parents learn sign language
  • None of the other kids in Bill’s class knew sign and he hardly talked to other kids because a lot of them, like Henry Bowers, made fun of his stutter and how he talked
  • Then one day in pre-school Bill meets a new kid a year younger than him that also doesn’t speak
  • Or more accurately can’t speak

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Out of the Frying Pan (19/?)

“We’re in the middle of the hallway, love.”

“So move to the kitchen.” Killian laughed softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Emma’s. “I’m sorry,” she said, palm flattening just above his hip.

“For attacking me in the hallway? You don’t have to apologize for that.”

She smacked her hand softly against his chest and he dropped his own away from her jaw, wrapping his fingers around Emma’s and pulling them up to his lips, brushing kisses across her knuckles in a way that made her reconsider attacking him all over again.

AN: It’s almost (officially) summer, so here is 8.6K worth of Thanksgiving fluff and makeouts. It was almost Thanksgiving when I wrote this. @laurnorder continues to be THE GODDAMN GREATEST and reads all of this. 

Hanging out on Ao3 and tag’ed up on Tumblr

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Imagine Barba finding out Frank Reagan is your father after thinking that you were dating him

(A/N: For the Anon who requested this. I hope you don’t mind the changes I made. Hope you all enjoy!)

Imagine Barba finding out Frank Reagan is your father after thinking that you were dating him

The last thing your Mother ever said to you before she died, was don’t be afraid to take a risk.

Of course, you promised her you would and you did.

You were the youngest child of Mary and Frank Reagan. When your mother, Mary, died, you were only sixteen. You were the only one that lived with your parents at the time. Your Mother’s illness was sudden, onset and terminal. She died four months after you found out she was dying.

Everyone worried about you the most after it happened. You were the youngest and you were the only one left at home at the time. You were her baby and she’d gone before she could see you grow up. She had got to send off all her other babies into the world but she missed that chance with you. Assuming, it would affect you the most everyone took an invested interest for a while, making sure you were okay.

And of course, it affected you however no matter how bad it sounds, you had expected it. You were the one at home and saw first hand how she deteriorated. You knew it was coming, in fact, she even prepared you for it. She said that you would need to take care of everyone and that was something else you promised her you would do.

So you took care of everyone else. You took care of your Dad for as long as he let you. You took care of all your older siblings, everyone. Everything she had asked you to do. You did.

The one thing you didn’t expect was how much it would affect your Grandfather Christopher.

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Lost and Found

Happy SteelAtom Week everyone! Here’s your admin’s entry for Day 1: Soulmates 

Inspired by this post: Imagine whenever you lose something, your soulmate winds up finding it.

Ao3 link: [here]

Nate is pretty sure his soulmate is the most forgetful person on the planet.

He starts finding his soulmate’s lost things around the age of five. His soulmate loses things every child at that age loses; candies, pencils, the occasional sock. Nate doesn’t think much of the items, but his mother coos every time he brings her something new that he’s “found”. Every time, Nate listens to his mother go on and on about when she “received” his grandfather’s dog tags from his father, and the excitement she felt when she was finally able to give them back to him.

Nate thinks that if something was really that important, his father, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn’t have lost it in the first place, but he doesn’t tell his mother this. Nate on the other hand, is very careful of his possessions and rarely loses anything. He has to be, their family isn’t exactly the most well off, and most of his possessions are medically necessary to keep him alive anyway.

Nate is eight years old when his grandmother gives him one of his most prized treasures. It’s a crest in the shape of a metal star, too big for his childish hands, but it’s bold and sharp and heavy in his hands.

“Your grandfather wore this during the war,” she tells Nate once he’s done admiring it over and over again. “I was a welder back then. Can you believe after all the men went away, us ladies had to pick up the slack?” Her voice is wistful, the way it always gets when she speaks of his grandfather.

“It just so happened one late night I misplaced one of my projects and it ended up saving your grandfather’s life. We hadn’t even met yet at that point, but he searched high and low for me once he got back.”

Nate stares at the metal crest, all shiny and smooth, and wonders where exactly the bullet would have dented it. He knows the dog tags his father gave to him just last year have a signature dent from a bullet meant for the President.

“Nana, where…?” he begins to ask but his grandmother only laughs and shakes her head.

“Oh honey, this thing wasn’t always in the shape of a star. Your grandfather had me melt it down and reshape it after your father was born. It was meant to be a gift to him when he was old enough but, well…” She trails off but Nate already knows the end of this story. His father had told him it enough times to know. Commander Henry Heywood had died in the line of duty for the JSA, and the only thing that came back were his dog tags. His Nana had known her husband’s fate when she woke up one morning and found them on the nightstand.

Nate clutches the star in his hand and promises his Nana that he’ll keep it safe, just like he’s been keeping the dog tags safe for his father. His grandfather’s legacy is in his hands now.

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Pretend - Yesung

(A/N: I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get to this! Like seriously, I definitely abandoned my requests the past couple of months *does aegyo in bid for forgiveness* but I’m back and writing again with the whole summer off! Oh, and I’ve never actually seen We Got Married, but I know what it’s about and stuff so hopefully this isn’t too bad/horribly inaccurate! Alsoooo, SuJu’s comeback is amazing, I love Devil so much and I’m glad Yesungie is back!)

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