aunt hannah

Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Epilouge)

I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

Zach walked the hill he was familiar with by the amount of times he jogged up here only to change his mind and turn back. It was easier then, when he was young but he still managed to pull through it.

He gripped the tulips in his hands tighter as the headstone came into view and a name became clearer as he got nearer. Bringing all his past nightmares and monsters back but the only difference is that this time he was strong enough to face them.

Hannah Baker

“Hey there, valentine.” Zach mumbled but winced, wondering if that was insensitive. He chuckled anyway hoping Hannah would understand that even now he still hasn’t outgrown his bad habit of speaking before thinking.

“I’m, uh … I heard you liked tulips.” he scratched the back of his neck, looking around the cemetery as he propped the violet tulips on the headstone, wiping off the dust that gathered at the top. “I’m sorry for only visiting today. I was,uh …” He swallowed. “I’m sorry.” Zach touched the dusty headstone and closed his eyes to gather some strength and imagine a curly haired beauty with kind eyes and a warm smile listening to him, wherever she was. “I know sorry doesn’t do shit but I really am. I will forever be sorry. I’m sorry for being an entitled idiot and I’m sorry for not being your friend. I could’ve saved you but I was a moron and decided to be an asshole and … I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

Zach stayed silent after that, not really knowing what to say anymore especially since there was nothing but silence that greeted him. That was the ugliest truth of it all, he could be as sorry as he can be but it still won’t change the fact that Hannah was gone. That was death, nothing poetic or beautiful, it’s just … silence. He opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the sight of the whole town, the town he once cursed now looked so goddamn peaceful and, dare he might say it, beautiful. It was almost uncanny.

He could almost laugh at how harmless it looked now, how small it seemed to become now that everyone seemed to forgot the demons it kept.

Zach sat beside the headstone, overlooking the town. “Great view, huh.” He mumbled finally feeling the breeze all around him. He gave the headstone another glance and fixed the tulips one more time.“I’m married now.” He said just to have something to say but managed a smile at the thought of you. He leaned back and showed the headstone the gold band on his finger. “You know her, she’s (Y/N), I know, crazy, right? Totally out of my league, by the way.” He chuckled because he may not know Hannah very much but he can almost picture out her amused face. “Who knew someone as perfect as her could still love someone like me.”

Zach played with the grass at his feet, picking on some of them every once in a while, enjoying the silence, when his phone buzzed. It was a text from you reminding him to not be late for the family dinner his mom prepared for the both of you.

“That would be my wife.” He said, still giddy about the fact that you are married now. “I gotta go, I’ll pass by before I leave again.” He said, leaning down to pat the headstone again. “I’ll bring my family next time, my daughter Lilly would want to meet her guardian angel, Aunt Hannah.”

'Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go

Zach watched as you and your daughter, Lilly Anna Dempsey, played with your 5 month old son, Zyke Austin Dempsey, in the little blanket the maids placed at the shade in your garden.

You were telling your two children a story and even the young Zyke seemed engrossed in listening to your soothing voice, already whipped by his mother even as young as he is. Your story got cut off when you saw Zach looking at you from the front door. You smiled and waved at him making his heart explode from happiness.

Zach once had a dream about having the perfect family when he was young and his life was a mess and it freaked the fuck out of him. Now that he thinks about it he could barely remember anything about that dream but he knows it could’ve never come close to what he is seeing right now.

“Lilly, go fetch your father.”

It was as if everything was in slow motion. The way the morning light hit your eyes making you look unearthly, the glee in his daughter’s smile as she ran towards her father who she already has in the palm of her hands, and the silent breeze that seems to scatter the laughter all around his home; his paradise.

Zach effortlessly picked Lily up and smothered her little face with kisses as soon as she was in his reach. Lily had his straight jet black hair but got everything else from you making Zach thank every god possible. He couldn’t believe you and him brought such an angel to Earth.

“Look, papa,” Lilly said in between her giggles as she tried to show him the flower crown you made for her sitting comfortable in her head.

Zach couldn’t help the smile that was literally tearing his face. “You look beautiful, princess.” He complimented his daughter making her beam with pride.

“Mama made it for me, but she can make one for you too, right mama?” Zach gently placed their daughter in the blanket as he sat beside you giving you a humble peck on the forehead.

“Of course, darling, papa can be pretty too, yeah?”

Lilly nodded enthusiastically, before her attention was caught by her bumbling brother in your arms.

“Are you okay?” You asked Zach and he still wondered how you still couldn’t understand that as long as he was with you everything was perfect.

Words can never express how much he loves you.

He could only shake his head as he kissed your forehead again. He looked at you continuing to appreciate what God has given him. Two beautiful children, the perfect wife, and a home he can live for the rest of his life.

“I’m perfect, angel.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “Like literally the only thing that would make today better would be you telling me you’re pregnant with twins.”

“Zachary!” You scolded him, quickly looking at your daughter who was thankfully to pre-occupied with gathering some wild flowers from your small garden.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be twins.” He negotiated.

Ever since you had Lilly, Zach has been crazy about seeing you pregnant, it was kind of fucking weird but really fucking adorable the way he would just keep checking on the growth of your bump even if the doctor told him over and over again (literally measuring it) that it was still too early or the way his hands will literally not leave your tummy (extra protection he said) when you’re in the same room or when he talks to your bump when he thinks you’re sleeping (“your mommy is really pretty and you’re daddy’s a beast so you got it good lil’ man” “… she’s like really pretty Zyke you don’t even know”).

“Whaaaaat? Come oooon,” he whined, you gave your maid a grateful smile as she took a sleeping Zyke from you which were immediately replaced by Zach’s head. “Pleeease, babe? Pleeease?” Apparently, you already had a third child.

“You have the weirdest kink.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t say y—“

“LILLY! You’re getting another brother!”

You could only watch in disbelief as Lilly screamed in celebration, jumping into Zach’s arms as her father twirled her around, their laughter’s echoing around your garden.

Well, you placed your hand on your tummy, so much for a surprise.

ANOTHER SERIES DONE! I always get so sad when I finish my series’ because i’m gonna miss writing it and their personalities lmao anywaaaay thank you to those who loved it I hope I did not disappoint love yaaaa 

Aunt and grandma: *talking about a trip*

Me (to Mum): so where are they going again?

Mum: Disney World……

Me: ……..Ooooooooooooorlando…Orlando…

Mum: Please stop….

Me: I love you…Orlandoooo…you’re bright lights, your big dreams….the promises you couldn’t keep….

Mum: Hannah, we’re in public….

Me: Orlando….Orlando…..without you, Orlandooooo….I’m just a guy…who will die….and never go back to……………..

Mum: ……???

Me: Yoooooooooooooooou!!!!!!


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Earrings and Wedding Rings

I wrote this a few years ago, but I still like it (unusual), so I’m crossposting it here. You can read the original version on ffnet here.

It’s the day everyone has been waiting for: Harry Potter is about to marry Ginny Weasley, in front of all their family and friends. But before Harry can do that, he has to find out why the last person he’d expect to be there has arrived, and why they insist on talking to Harry before the wedding goes ahead…

“I’ve been looking all over for you two!” Both Harry and Ron turned at the sound of Hermione’s voice, and Ron’s jaw dropped. Hermione was dressed in robes of glittering gold, carrying a bouquet of the reddest roses which matched her red heels. Her hair had been piled on top of her head in an artful up do, and her carefully applied make up accentuated her natural beauty.

“Wow, Hermione,” Harry grinned at her. “You look gorgeous.”

“Oi, Potter, this one’s taken!” Ron said, slinking his arm around her waist and pointing to the diamond on the third finger of Hermione’s left hand. “You’re not leaving my sister on her wedding day for my fiancée!”

“Damn it, there go all my plans,” Harry said, shaking his head mock-ruefully, but Ron was no longer paying him any attention.

“You look…beautiful,” he said, his voice cracking slightly on the last word. Hermione’s glowing smile grew even larger, and she flushed slightly.

“You haven’t scrubbed up too badly yourself,” she said, and Harry tactfully looked the other way.

“Ugh, disgusting! Honestly, if there’s any day a bloke shouldn’t have to be witness to a display like that, it’s his wedding day!” Ron and Hermione broke apart to glare at George, who had just arrived.

“You’re not getting married today,” said Ron accusingly.

“Don’t I know it,” George sighed. “You should hear Mum… ‘George dearest, when are you going to make an honest woman out of that lovely Angelina? Isn’t it about time you two settled down?’ You’d think she’d ease up now that we gave her a grandkid, but no… So thanks, Potter, for reminding her about how much fun planning a wedding is!” He glared at Harry.

“Sorry,” replied Harry, not sounding it at all. “I’ll try not to marry your sister again.”

“Glad to hear it!” George said chummily. “Oh—Neville said to ask you if you’ve spoken to Harry about the thing yet? He sounded quite frantic poor chap – but then, it’s Neville. He often does. Anyway, are you guys planning something, and if you are, can I be in on it?!”

“Nothing as exciting as that, I’m afraid,” Hermione said with a small sigh. “Harry, there’s been a slight change of plans.”

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It’s close to midnight when Hannah parks on the street outside Baker’s house. The air is crisp, clean, still, and it cools Hannah’s cheeks when she gets out of her car, flushed from the heat she had been blasting on the drive over.

Outside, she texts, tiptoeing around to the back of the house.

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Can’t Change Me ( Part 3 )


“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy,” squealed Izzy, bouncing up and down on the bed as she did so. Claire just groaned and tried to roll away. Unforuntanetly, it wasn’t as big as her king size bed at home. So she couldn’t go far.

“What baby,” Claire mumbled, eyes still closed with one arm over them.

“Mommy, it’s my birfday today,” Izzy squealed, still bouncing up and down. Without even opening her eyes Claire reached over, grabbed her daughter and rolled so that were both laying down. Of course, the small child just started to squirm in her mother’s arms.

“Baby, it’s too early to be awake. Go back to sleep please,” Claire mumbled into her daughter’s hair. 

“Nooooo,” whined the small, restless child. “I want pamcakes.”

“Go ask Aunt Hanners to make you pancakes, sweetie. Mommy’s still tired,” Claire said, letting her daughter go and rolling over. For a moment the child just sat there pouting before climbing off of the bed and rushing out of the room. Leaving the door wide open of course. Groaning to herself Claire cracked an eye open to see that her bedroom door was indeed open. She just didn’t want to get up to close it.

Rushing through the hallways Izzy went sliding into the kitchen where she saw Steve drinking a protein shake. Freezing in her spot since there was no one else around she turned and went the other way just as fast. Running to Hannah’s room she saw that the door was close. Standing on the tips of her toes she reached up with both hands, dropping her Bun Bun, to open the door. Once it was she tiptoed in seeing the woman asleep still. With a sly grin, she climbed on the bed.

“Aunt Hannah! Aunt Hannah! Aunt Hannah,” the child squealed, beginning to bounce on the bed.


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#TBT to the first time you met our Gay Aunt Barbara!

October 2nd, 1906

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Keene N.H.
Sept. 29, 1906

Dear Norman,

I had 16 presents. Wednesday I fed the hens and chickens with melon and apples. Yesterday I went to the mill-pond with Aunt Grace and Paul.

Oct. 2.

Yesterday I went to ride with Uncle Ed and Aunt Grace and Paul and Aunt Hannah in Uncle Ed’s Automobile

Dear Grandma Bigelow sends her love.

I just got your letter. I guess I would rather live in Stoneham. I wonder what Aunt Alice is going to send me.

Paul sends his love.

Your loving sister,
Constance E. Grigg

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Aunt Hannah is watching. ALWAYS watching. 

I live at my sorority house and Delta Gamma’s mascot is the Aunt Hannah Doll. She’s pretty cute but let’s be real, all dolls on some level are kind of creepy. So it’s an on going theme for the house girls to place the Aunt Hannah Doll in different locations around the house as though she is watching you. This is her creeping around the banister looking down the stairs at the front door. 


Our loveable closeted GAY AUNT BARBARA is back! This week she shows those homophobic Jehovah’s Witnesses who’s boss.