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

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At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out.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.”

“When?”

“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.”

Love Letters And Scribbles of Hope

Soulmate AU in which soulmates can communicate by writing things on their skin

Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: none 

Prelude -Love Letters and Scribbles of Hope- Uncommon-Leta

Originally posted by elenarinya

Throughout the entirety of your life, you’d never met someone quite like your soulmate.

You didn’t know his name, nor could he tell it to you. For some reason, that wasn’t allowed. 

It was things like this that made you often wish you were a No-Maj. They didn’t have to experience the painfully annoying process of finding a soulmate. 

Your soulmate, whom you often referred to as “N.S” (his initials), is perhaps the most sweet people on the Earth. 

He enjoyed to read, did his best to avoid crowds, and studied profusely the creatures of the Wizarding world. Incredibly smart and kind, you wanted nothing more than to meet him immediately. One drawback of the incredibly odd part of the Soulmate Charm was the fact you, nor him, could ask any questions that could be used to find his location. 

It didn’t stop you from figuring it out, though; he was from Britain, something clear by the way he spelt certain words. That was half away around the world, wasn’t it? 

You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know, really, because that made it feel all the more impossible to find him. 

Nonetheless, you talked with each other constantly. There were never any huge fights you had had besides the one where you found out he had a crush on a girl with the initials of “L.L.” 

You ignored him for about a week before apologizing. 

Some of the toughest times for him included L.L and his expulsion from his school. He drifted from you after that, not talking to you as often as before. 

You supposed there wasn’t much to be done in that sense. 


You graduated from Illvermorny in 1920 at the bright age of eighteen. Your elder sisters, Tina and Queenie, had picked you up from the train station with bright grins and loud laughs. 

The entire way home, Queenie went on and on about how happy she was you were going to be living in the new apartment. You hadn’t been back home such a long time and Queenie assured you it was “absolutely comfy as can be.”

You took her word for it. 


N.S congratulated you on your graduation, saying he wished he could send you a present or give you a kiss at the very least. 

You simply blushed at that and replied with “Oh, hush, it’s fine.”

That night, you unpacked in your bedroom. It felt odd, knowing that once this summer ended you wouldn’t be going back. In a way it was exciting and comforting; living in the Big City at eighteen years old. 


“So,” Tina sang as Queenie set a cake down in front of you. “Make a wish, buttercup!” 

You closed your eyes, biting your lip in thought. “Queenie, no peeking,” you reminded her. 

You blew out the candles and your sisters clapped. 

And now, you thought, I wait for my N.S to come.


December 8th, 1926

N.S. I hope you are feeling a bit better. Safe travels.

The message faded away instantly, telling you he saw it on the palm of his hand. It hurt when he didn’t reply. 

“It’s okay, hun,” Queenie said soothingly. “He’s probably just busy, what with goin’ out overseas and all!” You sighed but nodded. “I suppose,” you said, though you weren’t sure. 

Tina sent you a sympathetic gaze. “It’s going to be okay, [Y/n]. At least you have a soulmate.” 

You frowned. “You guys might have soulmates, you know. Maybe they’re a No-Maj or somethin’.”

Tina raised her eyebrows. “You know that law strictly prohibits No-Maj and Wizard relationships.”

“But, Tina, even if they’re a soulmate?” you emphasised. “Look at the President. Her soulmate was a No-Maj.”

“Yes, but they didn’t get married,” she argued. “They also didn’t have any relationship after that because it’s the law.”

You huffed, standing up with your hands on the table. “Alright, you win for today, but only because I’m too tired to argue with you.” 


December 15th, 1926

I’ve arrived safe and sound. 

These were the only words you had heard from N.S since he told you he was going on an adventure of some sort. 

You had no time to reply when a fresh stack of paper-work got plopped on your desk. You glared at the man, Henry, who walked off with a smug smile. 

That man enjoyed ruining everyone’s day, you knew it. 

Without really thinking, you signed off on every page that needed signature, sorting them into piles. 

“Hello, doll,” a voice sang. You peered overtop the stack of pages, only to roll your eyes. 

“What do you want, Stevie?” you sighed, gearing up your typewriter. “How’s your N.S doin’?” he asked with a cunning grin. 

“He’s doin’ just fine,” you replied with a bittersweet smile. Honestly, that could have been a lie for all you know, seeing as N.S wouldn’t talk to you.

 “Aw, honey, just come get dinner with me, just once!” You stood up, collecting the first layer of papers. “Don’t call me ‘Honey’,” you responded, brushing past him. “I will get a date with you, [Y/n]!” he called after you. 

You only groaned as you stepped into the elevator. “Wand registration, please,” you asked the operator with a polite smile. As you waited, you peeked at the palm of your hand. 

No response. 

The operator noticed your disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he assured you when the elevator came to a stop. “My wife never replies to me.”

You laughed and thanked him before stepping out. “Tina!” you sigh, slowly walking about. “I have those applications you asked for, although the one for the foreigner is blank because I couldn’t get a name.” You strolled around the corner only to see her desk empty. You frowned, going over and finding a note left for either you or Queenie. 

Out. It was urgent. See you at home

-Tina G.

You shrugged and set the stack of applications down on her desk. 


You checked out of work a little while later. The weather was frigid and cold. 

You walked home, forcing your hands to stay inside your coat pockets; you couldn’t let yourself become attached to a man you didn’t even know. 

“Queenie,” you called, walking through the doors of your home, “I’m home.”

Queenie ran to you immediately and grasped your hands. “Go do up your hair!” she whisper-yelled. “Why?” you replied in the same tone. 

“We have visitors! And one of them is your soulmate!” she squealed happily. 

Your eyes went wide. “Queenie, stop yankin’ me,” you say with a wobbly voice. “I’m not! I swear on my life, I’m not, honey-pie,” Queenie said, putting her hands on your cheeks. “I read his mind!”

“Queenie,” you said warningly. “Oh, I know, I know,” she said, pulling away. “I know what you’re going to say but I just couldn’t help it. He feels so bad for ignorin’ you, actually.”

You went rigid. Maybe it was him. 

“What’s his name?” you demand first. 

“One Newt Scamander. He has a cute friend, too.”

“I don’t care about the friend, Queenie. What is his soulmate’s initials.”

“[1st initial] G. I’m assuming the G is for Goldstein and the [1st initial] is for [Y/n],” she sang. You glared at your sister before ripping your coat off and hanging it up. “Whoever that man is, I can promise you it won’t be my N.S. Loads of people have his initials and my initials, that isn’t a valid reason to assume something.”

“B-but honey-pie, he’s a Brit!” Queenie said desperately, grasping your wrist as you walked away. “[Y/n], I know. I know. That’s your soulmate just there, sitting at our dining table. You have got to trust me.”

You stare at Queenie questionably, examining her. “Fine. I believe you.”

She went to clap her hands together. 

“But! I look like complete trash. The wind ruined my hair and I wasn’t exactly expecting to meet anyone so I didn’t wear a nice outfit. How long are they going to be here?”

“All night, I suspect.”

“Fine. I’ll…I’ll talk to them later. Don’t say anything about me to him!” you added, pointing a finger at her. “I won’t, I promise I won’t say anything about you again…”

“’Again’?!” 

“Shush!” Queenie exclaimed. “Tina is still in their with them and she doesn’t like when we yell.” 

“Oh, please, she isn’t queen of the world,” you grumbled as you trudged up the staircase. “Ah,” you heard Queenie sigh, “what a fine job that oughta be.” 


You paced your bedroom, staring at the quill and bottle of ink that sat on your vanity. 

With a short curse, you sat down and seized the quill in hand. 

reply, please. it’s an emergency you scribble down on your palm. 


Newt turned his hand over and looked around at the others in the table, frantic. “I need a pen!” he exclaimed, cutting off the rather awkward dinner conversation. “Hurry up, I need a pen!”

Tina, startled by his outburst, stands. “Alright, just calm down, I’ll be right back.”

Queenie gives him a knowing wink from over the brim of her teacup. 

Tina strolled back in and set down a fountain pen for him to use. 

They all watch as he begins to scribble on his hand. “Stop watching,” he said sheepishly, sliding down in his seat to hide his message. 

“Er…what’s going on?” Jacob asks quietly. “He’s talkin’ to his sweetheart,” Queenie says with a dreamy smile. 

“Oh, alright,” he says as though he understands. What the hell? 


I’m here

You stare at your hand and sigh. He replied. 

My sister is telling me you’re in my dining room you write.

I’m in a dining room…what does your sister happen to look like? 

Cute blonde you reply.

I see a blonde

You roll your eyes at his answers. Now ISN’T the time 

Alright, fine

What does that mean?

You wait patiently for a reply, chewing on your lower lip. The ink fades and no reply comes. 

Please don’t ignore me

Once again, the ink fades and he doesn’t reply. 

You stand up and angrily run a hand through your hair. 

“What does that mean?!” you shout to no one, wishing you could just hear what he had to say.

“It means that I’ve finally found you,” a gentle voice says. It’s his.

You’ve never felt happier.

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

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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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twenty.

“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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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

Originally posted by randomsuperjuniorgifs

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.

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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 -”

“No!”

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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REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN.

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.   

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.

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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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AU/ Almost Missed a Good Thing: Chapter 8!

Riley and Lucas suck when it comes to matters of the heart. See what happens when these two romantics fight their way through, misunderstandings, heartaches and learn that sometimes the person who’s seen you through it all is that good thing you’d been searching for all along!

Word Count: 2,365

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“Dreams to Nightmares”

1 Month Later

“What’s going on with you?” Maya asked as she sat in Riley’s makeshift bay window.

“What do you mean?” Riley replied.

“Um.” She lifted her eyebrows to examine the tight grip Riley had on her legs and shrugged. “I don’t know you just seem a little off today.”

“Oh, well I’m fine.” She lied, tears trickling down the side of her cheek.

“So, everything’s good at work?”

“Perfect.”

“No one’s sick?”

“Nope!”

“Or getting a divorce?”

“Not on my watch!”

Maya snapped her fingers. “Henry tried to contact you, didn’t he?!”

“Heavens no!” Maya groaned and lifted her friend from her lap to look her in the eyes.

“THEN WHAT IS IT AND TELL THE TRUTH BECAUSE I’VE HEAR ENOUGH BULLSHIT AT WORK!”

Riley was lost for words as Maya held her gaze. How could she say that the boy she’d look to for strength, guidance and comfort was now the man she wanted beside her for now and always? How could she admit that what everyone had teased her about for years had finally come TRUE! Especially, now that he was in a happy and healthy relationship with his first love… What was the point of admitting feelings she could do nothing about…

“RILES?!”

She shook her head. “Maya, I’m fine! Really, I am! I’m just a little tired that’s all! I mean those two were going at it till 4 this morning!”

“TILL 4 IN THE MORNING?! Wow! Get it Friar!” Riley jumped up and pulled Maya up with her. “Yeah, yeah.” She hissed. “Let’s go!”

Maya narrowed her eyes and pulled Riley’s face down to her level. “You promise you’re okay?”

“I promise! NOW LET’S GO! Before they wake up and we hear them start round 157!”

Maya was still unsure of her sneaky little Riles, but decided to believe her. She’d tell her if it was SUPER IMPORTANT. With a shrug, she linked arms with her favorite brunette and skipped out of the apartment. 

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The Terminal, XII

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me.

The elevator was broken, still. Guts half spilled into the hall, the skeleton sat there in the cave while the rest of a new one slumbered in crates in the lobby. She wasn’t certain she’d ever considered how long it would take to put together an elevator, which then, naturally, led her to questioning how long it might take to put together most things, which in and of itself had been quite a burden for the past three weeks. She’d thought it’d be put together when she got back, but Lexa found herself squeezing between the precariously tipped monstrosities setting up camp in the building upon her return.

“Is someone getting a carnival delivered?” Henry followed, lifting the box and twisting to get the duffle on his shoulder through the crevice of the cavernous lobby.

“They’ve been fixing the elevator for fifteen years,” Lexa sighed.

“Don’t tell me.”

“It’ll be a good work out for you. You’ve been saying you wanted to get a little more in shape.”

“I have never said that. Ever in my life.”

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My entry for the Emma swan deserves better event!

Title: we’ll always be together
Disclaimer: I do not own once upon a time or it’s characters.
Summary: my entry for the Emma swan deserves better event! Purely swanfire wedding goodness:)
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“Are you nervous mom?” Henry asked as he stood next to Emma.
The blonde sighed and smoothed her hands down her strapless wedding gown.
“No.. and yes. Yes because this is a whole new chapter in my.. our lives, Henry. Also no because I love your father very much and can’t wait for what the future holds for us.”
She smiled and turned towards her son.
“Do I look alright? ”
Henry gave her his own smile and a kiss on the cheek.
“You look wonderful mom.”
A soft knock could be heard on the door. “Emma, honey.. it’s time.” David said and poked his head into the room.
“Come on kid, it’s time to get this show on the road.” Emma replied and her eyes brightened when Henry kissed her again.
“See you out there, Mrs. Cassidy-Gold.” He teased and left the room.
“Oh Emma, you look. ..So beautiful.” David said as he looked fondly at his little girl. “Your going to knock Neal’s socks off.”
He extended his arm for her to take.
“You ready?”
Emma nodded and grabbed her bouquet.
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The sun was starting to set but the guests at Emma and Neal’s wedding didn’t care. The reception had been in full swing for hours.. everyone enjoying themselves with drinks, food and music.
Currently Emma and Neal shared the dance floor with many couples including snow and David, Ruby and Dorothy, Marco and Granny, rumple and Belle the recently engaged Regina and Robin.
Neal spun his new wife around to the music as he noticed Henry escorting Violet onto the dance floor.
“ things with Henry and Violet have been heating up.” He said with a grin on his face.
“I overheard Henry talking about wanting to ask Violet to movie in with him when they go to college next year.”
Emma paled
“Oh my God, really? He’s just a kid though.. he’s not ready to move in with his girlfriend.”
Neal chuckled “do you mean your not ready? ”
His wife smacked him on the shoulder.
“Ow! Ok, ok.. I admit I’m not ready for Henry to go off to college and grow up myself. He is though and as much as it saddens me that he’s not a little kid anymore I’m excited to see where life takes him.” He winked “I think he and Violet have something special; who knows we could be dancing at their wedding one day.”
Emma sighed and leaned her head on Neal’s chest. “Well he’ll always be my little boy; no matter if he gets married and has a family of his own.”

Across the dance floor Rumple, who was no longer the dark one, danced slowly with Belle. He felt someone tap him on his shoulder.
“May I cut in?” His youngest son asked.
“Of course Gideon.” He glanced at his wife and kissed her on the cheek. “You two dance as long as you want; I’m going to try and pry my new daughter in law away from my son for a dance.”
Belle laughed and ran her finger’s through his long salt and pepper hair. “Have fun.”

Rumple hobbled over to the bride and groom clearing his throat. “May I cut in?”
Neal turned and grinned from ear to ear. “Sure thing pops.” He kissed Emma “I’m gonna see if I can get a dance with my new mother in law.”
Rumple shook his head as his eldest went off in search of Snow White.
“So Emma.” Rumple said and bowed slightly
“Would you care to dance?”
Emma nodded and allowed Rumple to lead her in a smooth yet slow dance around the dance floor. “Let me know if you want to stop any time, Rumple.” She spoke up knowing that now that he didn’t have magic he was back to using his cane and that his leg tended to act up in the evenings sometimes.
He scoffed “I feel wonderful, dearie.” She could tell he was lying a bit.; the ankle was starting to pain him.
“You know you can call me papa.. or.. or dad if you want.”
Emma mulled it over for a moment. “It might take some getting used to…. papa.”
They danced in silence a moment until Rumple broke it.
“Emma, I’m glad my Baelfire found you… your a remarkable young woman who has given me many wonderful gifts. The most precious of which are my wonderful grandson and that smile on my son’s face.” He motioned towards where Neal danced with Snow.
“I’m glad your his true love..I can see that you make him so happy and that’s all I ever wanted for my boy.” He kissed her on the cheek “I never expected to have such a large and wonderful family… and I am overjoyed that your apart of it.”
Emma smiled and kissed Rumple on the cheek.
“Thank you. I adore Neal and know we’ll always be together… no matter what.”

Black Tie Affair (Nathan Drake X Reader)

AN: Hey Everyone, I’m back with another request for the Uncharted series! It was requested anonymously for a Nathan Drake X Reader story that takes place during the fourth installment; so if you have not played A Thief’s End this may contain slight spoilers for you. The request was for a story in which the Reader and Drake used to travel and go on every adventure together until they got married. Drake doesn’t tell the Reader the truth about where he’s actually going but she figures it out and shows up at the auction. It was requested that the reader ends up swooping in and saving Drake’s ass, much to his surprise. It was also requested that I include some cute fluffiness. Disclaimer: I do not own the Uncharted series or its characters. As always, I hope I did the prompt justice and I hope you all enjoy the story.  

You knew that something was up with Nate; he suddenly came home one day and told you that he decided to take the job in Malaysia. You hated to admit it but you really wanted to go with Nate but you had your own work that needed to be done. Nate assured you that he would be back in about two weeks and at the time you believed him; you were supportive the whole time just begging him to be safe.

The very next day, after Nate left, Jameson came by the house to say hello and to talk to Nathan. You and Jameson talked for quite a while before he left and you were furious. Nate lied to you. The two of you had been together for years and you thought that there were no secrets between the two of you; but apparently you were wrong. Frustrated beyond any doubt you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found the one you were looking for.

The phone rang three times before a gruff voice picked up, “Well hello, darling. It sure has been a while but it’s good to hear from you.”

You smiled lightly, “Yeah, it’s good to hear from you too, Victor. I have a question to ask you…”

The slight cheerful tone came across loud and clear, “Ask away, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath and sadly spoke, “Sully, where is Nate? I know that he’s not in Malaysia and if he’s on a job… there is no one he would trust more than you with that knowledge.”

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The T-shirt

A/N: I got this idea from @spencer-reid-recs! (P.s. this was a super cute idea and I loved every minute of writing this) :-)

Requested by @going2heck: “Could someone do one where the reader is in the BAU, her and Spencer have been secretly dating for a while, she accidentally packs one of Spencer’s t-shirts instead her own pajama shirt in her go bag when they have to stay somewhere overnight for a case, she doesn’t think wearing Reid’s shirt for the night will matter bc no one will see it but another team member goes to her room to ask about the case, she forgets she’s wearing his shirt, they see the shirt and recognize it as reid's”

I hope you enjoy this!! :-)

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It had been a long day of working and you couldn’t wait for your head to hit your pillow. This case was particularly gruesome – a man was going around cutting the lips off of women, and without any leads, Hotch had let you all go back to the hotel to get some rest.

Each team member had already gone off to their own hotel rooms to clean up and turn in for the night, except for you and Spencer.

You and Spencer had been in a relationship for almost an entire year without telling the team. There was protocol prohibiting any workplace relationships, but after trying hold back your feelings for one another, you decided there was no way you two could be apart. That’s when you began your secret relationship, successfully hiding it from your teammates.

You and Spencer had walked to the vending machine to grab a beverage, then walked back to your hotel rooms, discussing the case. Your hotel rooms weren’t right next to each other, so when you got to yours, you both stopped to say goodbye.

“Well… I guess I’ll see you in the morning” you whispered softly as you gave him a quick hug.

“Have a good night, sweetie” Spencer embraced you back, then gave you a kiss that lasted a little longer than it should have.

You started giggling, then tried to muffle it with your hand. “Spence, we can’t do this here”

“I know, I know… I love you, Y/N” he said in a hushed voice.

“I love you too, Spence” you whispered back.

After lingering out in the hall for entirely too long, you both finally parted ways and went to your own hotel rooms.

You immediately took a long, hot shower; afterwards, you wrapped one towel around your head and one around your body, then padded into the main room. You rummaged through your go-bag to look for your pajamas, but after thoroughly looking, you realized you accidently grabbed one of Spencer’s t-shirts instead of a pair of your pajamas.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t worn one of his shirts to bed before – in fact, you did frequently, which is probably why you accidentally packed one. You held it up and thought about it – it wouldn’t be a big deal, right? It was just for sleeping in… no one on the team would see you… plus, they never saw Spencer wearing t-shirts, so they probably wouldn’t recognize it as his anyway.

You slipped on his over-sized t-shirt and a pair of shorts and crawled into bed. After wrestling around for an hour, you sat up – the case was weighing too heavily on your mind. You flipped on the lights and pulled out the case files to go over them again. You laid them out across the bed, and starting reading and pacing the floor.

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It had been almost 3 hours of pacing, going through evidence, and going over the profile again and again. And you had gotten nowhere. You sat down on the bed and rubbed your forehead, when you heard a knock at the door. You looked over at the clock which read 2:23. Who would be knocking on your door at this hour?

You walked to the door and looked through the peephole – it was Emily.

You smiled and opened the door. “Hi Em! What are you doing?”

You opened the door wide enough for her to walk through and she came in and plopped down on your bed. “I see you also haven’t stopped thinking about this case. I was in my room for hours before I started pacing the halls - when I saw your light was still on, I thought we could put our heads together”

You sat on the bed next her. “There has got to be something we’re missing, right? I mean, I’ve looked over the evidence and profile so many times…” You paused when you saw that she had a puzzled look on her face. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Isn’t that Spencer’s shirt?”

Oh crap. You forgot that you were wearing that.

You tried to think quickly of an excuse as to why you would be wearing Spencer’s shirt. “I uh… like to buy men’s shirts to wear to bed so I don’t feel so alone… Spencer must have the same one” So you don’t feel so alone? Why were you such a bad liar?

“I’ve seen him wear it when I was at J.J.’s and he was babysitting Henry…” Emily gave a suspicious look then leaned in to sniff your shirt. “It even smells like Spencer’s cologne…”

Frickin’ Spencer and his good smelling, very distinct cologne…

“Oh yeah, uh… erm…” you ran out of ideas. Apparently you were very bad at lying… you sighed and decided to just tell her. “Alright, fine! It’s Spencer’s shirt!”

Emily’s face twisted into a confused expression. “But… why are you wearing… are you… OH MY GOD are you and Spencer together?!” she stood up and shouted.

“Emily! Keep your voice down – these walls aren’t sound proof!” you said in a hushed voice.

“How long has this been going on?!” she continued to question.

“About a year…”

“A YEAR?!” she shouted again.

“EM!” you tried to get her to lower her voice again.

She ignored your request to stay quiet and continued. “This is so great! I’ve always thought you two would be great together!!” she gave you a tight hug.

Her excitement made you smile. You hadn’t really been able to talk to anyone about your relationship with Spencer, and being able to share it with one of your close friends was a weight off of your shoulders.

Emily went into the mini fridge in the hotel room and got out two of those little bottles of alcohol some hotels have and handed one to you. “So… how did this happen?!” she asked as she took a sip.

You laughed and took a sip of yours. “Well… I don’t even know! He would come over after cases and we would watch television or get dinner and we just kept getting closer and closer… and after a few months he finally took me out on a proper date”

Emily’s wide smile slowly turned into a somber look. “Y/N… isn’t there protocol against this?”

Your face immediately matched her somber look. “Yeah… we were still going on a few dates when Spence looked into that. We decided that we needed to break it off, but being apart was too painful, so we decided to take our chances of being together”

“Well, since a group full of profilers didn’t know that you two were dating, I would say you two have done an excellent job of keeping it a secret!” Emily laughed.

“Yeah… about that… can we keep this between us?” you gave her a pleading look.

“Anything for my new favorite couple” Emily winked as she clinked her little bottle to yours. You both giggled and sat cross legged on your bed and had some much needed girl talk.

CS ff: “My Eyes, They Speak for Me” (1/2)

Summary: Canon divergence from 3x13 onward, where Walsh never reveals himself and Storybrooke isn’t where it should be. Emma and Killian have to not only find a way back to Storybrooke and Emma’s family, but keep each other and Henry safe in the process.

Rating: T… for now.

A/N: So *wiggles fingers* hello, @swankkat! I am your (omfg i’m so sorry it’s so late) GFSS! I had every intention of having this done for New Years, but um, well, the easy explanation is that @phiralovesloki maaaaaaaaaay have had a bit of a hand in the outlining of this fic (and we both know how truly brilliant she is) so I think you know how this story goes. My “Quick Oneshot” plan definitely got thrown out the window months ago. And instead I replaced it with “Well, 11k for the first half a fic is okay, too.” Part 2 is in progress, and that’s definitely where more of the ticky boxes you checked off start to come into play. 

This is the continuation from a fic I started back during au week, so if the beginning looks familiar to anyone reading this, that’s why.

Edit: Now available on FFN and Ao3!


The moments driving away from Storybrooke are painful because there in her rear-view mirror, she has to say goodbye. She memorizes the details quickly before she forgets them forever: her parents crying, Regina sullen and heartbroken, Neal wistful and sad over what could’ve been, and Hook… She swallows down the sob that threatens to break free.

Her family, her past, her future, all huddled together at the town line as the curse comes to take them away. She turns it into a joke as she puts the Bug in gear and drives forward. My parents, my ex, and a pirate walk into a bar… and the absurdity pushes a smile onto her face. She’s wearing that smile when they cross the town line and…

She doesn’t know why she’s smiling, other than her son is in the passenger seat taking in the scenery like he’s never seen it before. Which is ridiculous, of course, because he saw it on the drive up. This was just what they needed. A small escape from reality before starting fresh. She’s not excited about finding a new place to live, or buying new clothes, or finding a new school for Henry, but she knows it is all stuff that has to be done when they get to New York.

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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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The Kids Are Alright  (Part 1)

Originally posted by blackandeath

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 finally here!!!! This is my single dad!Stiles x single mom!reader AU. I am so pumped to finally get this project started. The series won’t be too long, but I have some really great ideas. PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy ;)

Warnings: Fluff; poor attempt to write in child-speak?

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“Henry?” I called, turning around frantically. “Henry, have you seen your backpack? I swear I put it by the door this morning so we wouldn’t forget it.” I let out a frustrated sigh as I saw the clock. We were already running behind. The sound of little shoes running across the floor made me snap my head up.

“It’s on my back, Momma!” Henry said as he came to a stop in front of me. I couldn’t stop the smile that split that my face if I had tried at the sight of my little man all dressed and ready for his first day of kindergarten. “Dats why it’s called a backpack.”

“You’re right,” I laughed, bending to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, let Mommy get a couple pictures and then we’ll go.” Henry put on his best smile as I took a picture, tears welling up in my eyes at the thought of my baby growing up.

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@orlah I am always up for Adam headcanons! I took a while because my sister wanted to watch Steven Universe for like four hours.

  • Some friends he makes in college: a beautiful pansexual trans girl who studies witchcraft and lives in an apartment full of crystals and potions with her smol lesbian cat-loving girlfriend. Both of them are mysterious and have a secret love of shit-talking their annoying male classmates. Adam meets both of them in a biology lecture his third year when he mutters something under his breath about one of the douchebag TAs and they both overhear and crack up. They’re taking the class to learn about natural healing; he’s taking the class for his environmental engineering major. They become friends pretty quick when one of them whips up an energy-boosting spell for him. He talks to them about when he was connected to Cabeswater and how he learned tarot and all that, and gets them in touch with the Fox Way ladies.
  • IDK if “age regression” is the right term but I’ve seen it sometimes… but Adam occasionally deals with it, whatever it’s called. He never had a real childhood, it was always full of fear, so he clings tight to remnants of childhood that he never got to experience. Opal helps a lot with that- she makes him feel less guilty for getting lost in watching Saturday morning cartoons or helping her build Lego castles. At school he makes friends who are psych majors who tell him it’s totally normal and OK and point him to stim toys and therapeutic methods to deal with it.
  • This could be me projecting onto Adam (what else is new sis), but he suspected he was bisexual from a pretty young age, maybe nine or ten years old. He got crushes on male teachers a lot and he would find both girls and guys pretty and daydream about kissing and marrying guys a lot, as well as girls. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he just chalked it up to Another Thing He’s Doing Wrong that should be a secret especially from his parents. When he gets older, he realizes, mostly through research, that bisexuality is a thing and going to Aglionby and meeting Gansey and Ronan pretty much makes him acknowledge it to himself. (there’s one day in particular when Gansey rolls up some button-down shirt sleeves to examine a stone inscription during some Glendower voyage and then pulls out his Welsh translation book and does a perfect translation that causes Adam to go home in a slight panic.) But once again he decides to just ignore it because he has homework to do and he’s busy.
  • When he gets together with Ronan, they have time to talk about it and Ronan talks about how he realized he was gay and things like that. Adam wants to not make it a big deal because he still thinks he’s not supposed to talk about it. But he gets angry when one time Declan awkwardly skirts around the subject introducing him and Ronan to someone and starts in on a rant, in front of Declan and the random stranger they’re being introduced to, about how their sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of and they shouldn’t have to hide it and keep it a secret. That stranger’s name… was Maggie Stiefvater…
  • I’m pretty sure I’ve put this in some headcanon post or other before, but Adam is really good at chess. He learned how to play it during some extracurricular at Aglionby for college apps, but he really loves it because it’s a game of strategy. He and Matthew play it during every holiday and it always goes the same way: he lets Matthew win the first game, Matthew insists that Adam doesn’t let him win, and then Adam wins the next ten games before Matthew says that he’s tired and that he’s sure he’ll win a chess game against Adam some day.
  • Adam loves sugary things and sweet things and candy and desserts. His straight teeth not rotting is a literal miracle because he lives off of terrible sugary food. In the books, he mostly eats it because it’s cheap, but I think he really does have a sweet tooth tbh. He likes Hershey’s Kisses and Entennmann’s pastries and he may have traded Opal a handful of quality sticks and twigs from the backyard in exchange for some of her Halloween candy
  • Adam and Henry love debating pointless shit. This comes mainly from the fact that in high school, I knew two guys who were very similar to Adam and Henry, and literally every goddamn day they had intense debates about weird-ass questions that were irrelevant to anything. Adam would consider it just a way to exercise his abilities with logic, and Henry would consider it his final, dramatic defense of The Truth and the fact that Nicki Minaj really is a true icon no matter what Adam says
  • Blue keeps a travel blog (or vlog channel or something) and Adam always makes time to keep up with it. He finds it really cool and exciting and tells all his friends and coworkers about how his best friend is in Venezuela now and she just saw the tallest waterfall in the world! Isn’t that exciting! Here’s a picture. “You can shut up about your boring trip to London now, Bethany,” is one highlight of one of the times he tells his friends about Blue’s adventures.
  • this is basically like inscribed in the doors of heaven as undeniable truth but I’m just gonna include Adam Parrish’s Hair Thing here at the end. He is so fucking into people playing with his hair. When he’s feeling sick, Ronan always curls up next to him and strokes his hair and scratches pleasantly at his scalp until Adam falls asleep. On some nice mornings, when Ronan wakes up spooning Adam, he kisses Adam’s hair and he knows damn well that this is heavenly to Adam. (he also likes when Ronan pulls his hair sometimes) When he gets back for breaks from school and Ronan’s hands get into his hair for the first time in a while, he always lets out a contented sigh and feels like he’s home.

Anyway, I hope those were good! I love my son….