you only want two children right

I want to thank my wife, Blake, who is sitting right there, who is everything to me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me - second only to this star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It’s the Hollywood Walk of Fame, cut me some slack here… You make everything better, absolutely everything in my life better. You’ve given us two of the most incredible children that I could ever hope to have. You’ve made me the father of my dreams when I thought I only had fun uncle potential. So thank you. I love you.
—  Ryan Reynolds about his wife Blake Lively during his speech at Hollywood Walk of Fame Ceremony

Imagine Chris freaking out about you. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5 is in two letter parts, why? ‘Cause I’m a monster. No shit, I was crying so hard when I wrote this. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

June 23, 2019; you were thirty-two weeks and Chris was still experiencing the pregnancy with you. Alex was right when he said “they’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” After signing a contract with them, they told both their writer and their director that they were in no rush to start production and could wait until their power couple had their second child before they cracked the hammer. Needless to say, you and Chris were both incredibly grateful to them. It also gave the two of you a chance to assure them that the movie was going to be amazing because it meant you had more time to plan, review, and refine.

At 1:48AM, Chris was still going strong with scene twenty-eight; you, however, had fallen victim to exhaustion and was now fast asleep. Chris looked over at you and chuckled softly, carefully taking your glasses from your face and putting your worn copy of your script aside. He reached for a cashmere throw and was about to cover you with it when you woke due to a sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Oh my God,” your hand flew to your stomach as tears filled your eyes. “Chris,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist with a tight squeeze. His entire body went numb when he saw how pale your lips were becoming from the pain you were experiencing from your sudden contractions; the pain was like your worst period cramps, but ten times more intense. “What’s happening?”

“Breathe,” he advised, trying to do the same himself as he didn’t want to start freaking out too. “We’re only thirty-two weeks, you can’t be-” He cut himself off when you whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut as you grimaced. “We gotta go to the hospital, I’m going- I’m going to take you to the hospital.” He peeled your hand off his wrist then rose to his feet, scrambling a little as he was on the verge of a panic attack himself.

“No, wait,” you panted; Chris turned around with narrowed eyes. “It’s- um-” you managed a smile because you didn’t want to worry him. “It’s fine, it’s not pa-” A blinding pain shot through you and you cried, making Chris flinch. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “No, stop,” you shook your head as you saw your husband reach for his phone. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m fin-” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from crying out as you experienced another contraction.

“You are not fine,” he ignored you as he dialed for Scott; someone needed to look after Jack while he took you to the hospital and he was the closest being only half an hour away. “We’re going to the hospital, Y/N,” he asserted as he rejoined your side, taking your cold hand in his. “You’re freezing,” he muttered to himself.

You tried to sit up straight when you felt something warm flow out of you, you looked down and saw blood which sent you into a panic. “Chris,” you squeezed his hand and he turned to you. “I’m in trouble,” you told him and he frowned. “I’m bleeding,” you started to cry as you beckoned his gaze to your pants.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Let’s go, let’s go now.” He helped you to your feet with his phone held up by his shoulder. “We’re- Scott! Scott, oh my God. We need you to meet us at Boston General, Y/N’s bleeding and we don’t- We need you to come get Jack. Please, hurry!” He hung up then supported you as you made your way to the front door.

“What’s happening, Chris?” You couldn’t stop crying and Chris’ eyes were starting to water too. “What’s going to happen to our- Oh, God!” You cried, hunching over as you stopped walking. “No no no,” you whimpered as you started to sob. “I can’t lose her, Chris!” You screamed when he tried to get you to continue walking.

“Hey hey,” he knelt down in front of you, taking both hands in his. “We’re not going to lose her, okay? Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine, you just have to let me get you to the hospital. Just breathe, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” You turned away from him, choking on your tears. “Believe in me, I’m going to take care of you.”

“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice turned both your heads. He and Dodger were awoken by the commotion; he stood on the staircase rubbing his sleepy eyes, whereas Dodger had gone into alert mode and rushed to your side. “Mama, are you okay?”

“I’m-” You bit the inside of your cheek again, not wanting to scare Jack and Dodger more. You reached down and patted Dodger when he nudged his head into your leg, giving him a weak smile. “I’m fine,” you nodded at Chris who was clearly at wits end with worry.

“Bud, come here.” Chris rose to his feet and beckoned Jack over with his hand; Jack ran over and Chris scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital, okay? Uncle Scott’s going to pick you up from there while I check Mama in.” Jack nodded as he looked over at you, his small face filled with worry. “She’s going to be fine, I’m just going to need your help to keep her calm in the car. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jack nodded. “I’ll walk,” he said as he got his dad to put him down, “you help Mama.”

Jack grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes himself while Chris helped you with yours, trying not to start crying every time you’d whimper or cry out with pain. He made Jack take your hand while he put on his own shoes and jacket, keeping an eye on you the entire time. He told Dodger to stay as he and Jack helped you out, locking the door behind the three of you. You heard Dodger bark a couple times before he quieted down; your heart ached for the pup. Chris helped you into the back seat then helped Jack with his car seat before he got in and drove out to the hospital.

“Mama, it’s going to be okay.” Jack squeezed your hand as you cried softly, breathing through the pain that you wanted to faint from. “You’re going to be okay.” He shared a glance with his dad through the rear view mirror, managing a smile when he saw his dad manage one.

Scott had reached the hospital before the three of you did, he was standing outside the entrance with a nurse and a wheelchair. They rushed over to help you into the chair, asking you questions that you were too panicked to answer so Chris did for you. Scott scooped Jack up and followed behind Chris who was wheeling you behind the nurse.

They took you up to Obstetrics ward and called your gynecologist from there while the resident doctor examined you. Chris stayed by your side the entire time, whereas Scott and Jack waited in the waiting room. The doctor and nurses hooked you up to several machines, checking your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse- which they also did for the baby, making sure her heart was still beating as you couldn’t feel her moving inside you anymore. After deliberating with your gynecologist on the phone, they decided it was best if she came in to help you deliver the baby immediately via c-section.

“Chris,” you cried softly as they prepped you for surgery; your husband held your hand tightly, a little worried that things would turn out badly in the OR. “If anything happens-” You began because you had the same concerns, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Don’t you even dare,” he managed a soft chuckle with very limited humor; it was his only way to stop himself from crying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Y/N. I’m going to be right outside waiting for you to join me in becoming parents to two beautiful children, okay?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t want to do this alone.” You shook your head, your lower lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “I can’t do this alone, I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes you are,” he brushed your hair back, smiling. “You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, Y/N. Not even Captain America can live up to your level of strength and bravery.” You managed a smile through your fears and tears. “And you are not alone, I am with you always.” He placed his hand on your heart. “Always, Y/N.”

“We’re ready,” the nurse informed you and Chris; you both tensed immediately. “Dr. Vanderbilt is waiting in the OR.” You tightened your grip on Chris’ hand, shaking your head at him because you didn’t want to go in. “You’ll see each other in a few hours.” The nurse shot Chris a look because she was going to need him to let you go seeing as you weren’t going to let him go.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He assured you. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?” You shook your head, tightening your grip as he tried to loosen it. “Baby, you’re going to be okay. I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust our daughter. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he promised as you felt your grip loosen. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He gently caressed your face and kissed your lips before taking a step back so they could wheel your gurney into the OR.

He held up his hand, giving you a small wave until you disappeared behind the doors. He let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned against the wall, feeling tears well his eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head buried in his hand, he waited to see you again.

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Leave Room for Ace!

Just a LawLu with a sprinkling of ‘TittM’ references, in which Rosinante lives. Because Law needs someone to bitch to. 

Happy birthday to our Future Pirate King <3

“He’s driving me nuts!”

“What, Luffy-kun?”

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What We Created (7)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,174

Warning: angst, cliff hanger

A/N: This part is all from Seb’s point of view. I know this part is short, but it’s just a little something so i dont become inactive. This was extremely stressful to write since my writers block is coming back. Sorry if this is bad or seems rushed. I had no idea what to write.. Also some things about Seb and his childhood may be incorrect. Don’t kill me.

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To the woman my husband loves. If you’re reading this, then it must be true, he loves you without a shadow of a doubt or else he wouldn’t have given this to you. I can only hope that you feel the same way about him that he does about you. I wanted to write this letter because I wanted you to know one very important thing; I’m so glad he’s found you. I only wish I could be there some how to met you, and maybe in some ways I am. Outside of my husband and my two beautiful children, you are the most important person in the world to me because I am gone and they are yours now. You need to take care of them; make them laugh, hold them when they cry, stand up for them, and teach them wrong from right. The thought of you it gives me hope; hope that Alex remembers what it feels like to be young and in love, hope that josh finds someone to fish with again, hope that Lexie has someone to help her on her wedding day. I hope that one day my family will be whole again. And most of all hope that somehow I’m there with all of you, watching over all of you.

Title: News

Code: JD0005

Requested by: anon

Words: 942

Note: fluffy

“Hey!” You greeted your husband with a quick kiss to his lips as he walked in the door. He smiled, immediately dropping his things and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close, and turned your chaste kiss into a more sensual one.

“Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.” Jethro smiled at you, staring into your eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, Jethro.” You turned to grab the potatoes off of the counter. You knew he would complain about your abilities when it came to the meat, but you didn’t mind. Jethro was the type of husband that waited on your hand and foot, continuously. He held the door and pulled out your chair, but never doubted your ability to do things yourself. He was the perfect date to any function with your friends and colleges, but didn’t fail to show you off to all of his when you dressed up and stood on his arm. He ravished you in bed, rough and exciting, but didn’t let you go to sleep without a kiss to your temple and a whispered, “I love you.” You hadn’t been together long, but each day felt like it was exactly what it was supposed to be. You were comfortable. Happy.

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Easter special! ✘ Grant Gustin Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: EASTER SPECIAL WITH GRANT! I know I said I’d post all at once, but I got some unforeseen t.t BUT I HAVE 2 WEEKS WITH NO EXAMS, SO FREE TIME!

✘ Easter’s special posted:

Imagine… You and Sebastian Smythe exchanging easter eggs.

Imagine… Barry giving you an Easter egg.

✘ Which one will be posted: Imagine… You and Earth 2 Barry shopping eastereggs.

I hope you guys like it!

Beta: @lyss-91 sz

Imagine… You giving an Easter egg to Grant.

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

You were in Grant’s trailer when he finally came in, already changed into his normal clothes and looking completely tired.

“Hey, babe.” He smiled at you, knowing you’d be here for the text message you left earlier.

“Full day?” You smiled in understood.

“Completely.” Grant sighed and sprawled on the couch. “I just want to go home and cuddle with you.”

As sweet as it was, it only made you nervous. In fact, more nervous. Things were good just with two of you, what if Grant didn’t want a third person? What if the time wasn’t right now?

No! You screamed at yourself mentally.

Grant’s life would always be like that, that was a fact. And he always wanted children. So it was all fine.


“Babe?” Grant called worried with your sudden silence. He sat on the sofa and looked at you. You smiled and went to the fridge, picking up a Barbie Easter egg. You stared at the refrigerator light for a few seconds, trying to calm yourself down. “(Y / N)?”

You closed the refrigerator and finally turned to face Grant, whose worried gaze shifted to confusion as he saw the Easter egg you were holding. After all, you two had already changed the easter eggs and that was a Barbie easter egg!

“Remember how you always told me that you wanted to have kids?”

“Are you pregnant?!” Grant rose from the couch as fast as Flash, approaching you. His gaze alternating between the easter egg, your belly and your face. You nodded, feeling tears in your eyes. Grant’s joy could fill that trailer and the whole set. He hugged you tight, somehow avoiding your belly to avoid hurting the baby, which made it more like a half hug.

“Grant, you can hug me as usual. That won’t affect our baby.’’ Yuu giggled through the tears, feeling as if your heart was bursting with happiness. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt like this, this happy. Grant laughed and held you, putting his face against your neck and saying excitedly, all the fatigue dissipated:

’'I’ll be a dad! I’m going to be a dad!”

anonymous asked:

What if the UT/UF/US skelebros' SO's mother was really pushy about the SO getting married? Like those stereotypical "I want a grandchild!" TV moms.


He’s not even phased.  Sans is the unrivaled expert when it comes to dodging questions and deflecting with humor.  Every other statement out of his mouth is some sort of pun or joke, and he’s derailing his S/O’s mother so fast that she’s struggling to keep up with how she ended up discussing dog-sledding in Alaska when she point-blank asked if interspecies baby-making was possible.  


“GASP!  MARRIAGE?!?!”  Papyrus lets himself get carried away by his future mother-in-law’s whims.  The dating manual said nothing about when to propose, so he turns to her for all the answers, and oh boy, is she ever glad to supply them.  What started off as the mother trying to plan everything quickly spirals out of control once Papyrus decides to make her plans “SUITABLE FOR SOMEONE AS GREAT AS I AM!”  Yeah, his S/O needs to be prepared for the proposal of a lifetime.  And didn’t their mother say something about a clock ticking for them?  He’s going to have to look into fixing that later.  Right now, he’s too busy making sure everything’s perfect.


Yeeeaah, this woman is seriously annoying, but he puts up with her for his S/O’s sake.  Every time she brings the subject up, he grits his teeth and grumbles under his breath.. but whenever she gives him an opening, he’s all about making her feel as uncomfortable as possible:  
“Do you like children, Sans?”
“‘course, they’re delicious.”  
And then he smirks while she leaves the room, absolutely appalled, and his S/O smacks him in the arm. Heh. Serves the mother right for trying to butt in.


MARRIAGE?  …KIDS?!  Is this something his S/O is wanting?  Is he completely missing the signs?  It’s not something he’s particularly thought of–and the idea of having kids right now is terrifying enough to make him want to lose his lasagna–but now that this woman keeps bringing it up, it’s all he can think about.  He brushes off her questions and comments, but he’s actually agonizingly obsessing over them.  From now on, he over-analyzes everything his S/O says, and “Would you like to watch a movie?” becomes “Would you like to be bonded for life and have 2.5 kids?”  
Eventually, he reaches his neurotic breaking point and ends up shouting, “WHY IN ASGORE’S NAME WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE HALF A CHILD?!” at his S/O right when they’re on the cusp of falling asleep, and that makes for a terrible night.  But hey, at least he’ll finally know what they wanted, and he can stop freaking out.


He answers each question with not only honesty, but also with literal stars in his eyes.  When are the two of them getting married?  "OH!  I DIDN’T REALIZE WE WERE ENGAGED!  I.. S/O, ARE WE GETTING MARRIED SOON?!  S..SHOULD WE ALREADY HAVE THIS PLANNED OUT?!“  Do you want to have children?  "OF COURSE!  THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS PERFECTLY FIT TO RAISE A BABYBONES!  OH.. WOULD THEY EVEN BE A BABYBONES?  I MIGHT NEED TO ASK UNDYNE ABOUT THAT, ACTUALLY!  BUT IF IT’S POSSIBLE, DEFINITELY!”  

He’s an absolute sweetheart, and much like UT!Papyrus, he’s easily-manipulated into his S/O’s mother’s plans. However, he runs everything by his S/O first (“YOUR MOTHER SAID THAT THIS IS THE PERFECT KIND OF RING TO BUY YOU, BUT I THOUGHT THIS OTHER ONE MIGHT SUIT YOU BETTER!  WHAT DO YOU THINK?”) so those plans get nipped in the bud pretty quickly.


Welp, he’s not about to be pressured into anything by this woman.  He’s laid-back as usual about the whole thing and when she starts asking him if he’s thought of marriage or wants to have kids, he’ll tell her straight-up that those are private conversations between his S/O and him.  But hey, if she’s curious about interspecies baby-making, he’s not shy about giving her the run-down. By the end of the conversation, the mother is a little flustered, but actually really likes him.  

♡Baby Surprise♡

Originally posted by myunqdae

Characters: You x Yongguk

Genre: Fluff

Length: 851 words

Summary: Yongguk happens to overhear a conversation where you asking for advice on how to tell him you are expecting.

A/N: I hope you like it anon ^^ Fun fact my brother and his girlfriend is actually expecting a child in May, so I am going to be an aunt soon (doesn’t really have anything to do with the scenario, just felt like sharing it)

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The Feathered Pen

Request: Hi! I would like to request a bellamy request: the reader and bell live in hogwarts and are rly close. one day reader speaks out against umbridge. her punishment is to write with the feather, which uses ur own blood. Bell sees her injury later and gets mad at umbridge and is very worried and comforting. I hope you would write that bc I just rly like the idea but dont know who would write sth like that for me. Thank you! 💕

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Oooh! I’d never think of a crossover between these two, but i’m so glad you did. Thanks for requesting this!

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: this is a crossover, between The 100 and the Harry Potter universe.

Originally posted by morleybell

It burned, your hand burned. You wanted to cry every time you even glanced at the words that had been so forcefully imprinted on you. What had you done? Nothing. Just spoken out against her relentless teasing a younger kid, only in the first year and you hated the way she thought she was above everyone else.

Professor Umbridge. Sure she was a professor but that did not give her the right to treat the children like slaves to her and the teachers merely things that were only in her way. So you’d gone against everything you feared and spoken out. The ‘punishment’ was deemed that you were to write one hundred times that you must not act out.

Her office had given you the chills and the way she watched you as you wrote had you shaking. But holding your head high, you’d begun writing what she wished only for a burning sensation to start in your hand. Slowly but surely the words ‘I must not act out’ started repeating on your hand. 

It had hurt. so much. It felt as if someone was piercing your skin with a needle or a knife. But when you saw her sickened smile, you had sucked in every breath, holding her head higher and biting your tongue through the pain. Needless to say she was angry and confused when you walked out of that room without wallowing in pain.

“Y/N!” Jumping, you turned, cursing mentally when you saw Bellamy heading your way. As your boyfriend, he tended to be (super) a bit protective of you. Though it was sweet, you knew he’d blow up when he saw your hand. And it was hard to hide, what with it just on top of your hand.

“I heard. So don’t even bother trying to hide it.” You froze. He already knew…?

“Bellamy… before you freak out-”

He sighed; “i’m not gonna freak out. I’m mad, and she will pay, but first, I just wanna know if you’re okay.” He held out his hand, signalling you to give him yours and with hesitance you gave him your hand. His finger softly ran over them before he pressed a kiss against it.


You instantly knew what he meant. “She was harassing a first year, Bell! Remember when we were here in out first year and how terrified we were? Only different is we had nice professors, I wasn’t going to let her taunt him like that!” You explained, clearly upset. Bellamy sighed but let a small smile graze his features, before hugging you.

“Just next time you go being the hero, get me.”

anonymous asked:

Jily snowed into a cabin

Thanks for the prompt! :3 Sorry this is somewhat late, but I hope the length makes up for it!

Time Out

Lily should’ve realised that when her friends proposed a holiday in the Alps it was, indeed, too good to be true. As the car pulled in front of two picturesque lodges and a messy-haired young man came out to greet them, she immediately rounded on Marlene and Sirius.

“What is he doing here?” she hissed.

“His family owns the lodges,” Marlene replied with a shrug. “How else could we afford to come to a place like this?”

“You tricked me!” Lily accused, glaring at Sirius and Marlene.

“We just want to have a nice holiday with everyone,” Remus replied, sounding tired. “But if you have a problem with that I can drive you back to the airport and you can go home.”

Lily bit her lip. “I didn’t mean–”

“Yes you did,” Dorcas cut in, rolling her eyes. “Can’t you two try to get along? For once behave like adults, not like two unruly children.”

An indignant reply already teetered on Lily’s tongue but with some effort, Lily managed to swallow it. She was only getting so mad anyway because Dorcas and Remus were right – it was the painful, bitter kind of truth that sank barbs into her heart and left deep gouges in her pride.

Lily sat still as her friends got out of the car, catching her breath. Perhaps she should try to be civil with Potter. When would she get a chance like this again, to be on a trip with all her friends in such a scenic place? She wasn’t so selfish that she’d ruin this for everyone.

Lily steeled herself and got out of the car, feeling all the guiltier when she noticed how James’ grin faltered as his eyes met hers.

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Coming Home

Rating: T

Pairing: WestAllen

Summary: Some future family fluff, with a little bit of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ thrown in for good measure (I just really love that movie and was quite happy to see that it’s Barry’s go-to feel-good-movie as well ;)

 Iris let out a sigh of exhaustion, shuffling up the stairs leading to the very welcoming front door of the West-Allen family home. It had been a looong day. The journalist had been out on an assignment for work the entire day, not only missing out on family dinner but on the twin’s bedtime ritual as well. Now, she only wanted to finally crawl into her comfy bed and Barry’s warm and strong arms and fall into a deep slumber.

 Iris entered silently, quickly getting rid of her shoes and jacket. She quietly made her way to the living room and was met with a sight that lifted her spirits considerably:

 Barry, Don and Dawn were all huddled up on the sofa, the three of them enveloped in one big, fuzzy blanket, sound asleep. The kids were cuddled up against either side of their dad, Dawn curled into a tiny ball whereas Don was sprawled all over the place, his feet poking out from under the comforter. Barry was sitting in an almost perfectly upright position, only the tilted backwards head (and the light snoring escaping his slightly opened lips) letting on that he was also sleeping. The TV was still on, its light flickering across the faces of the sleeping beauties, but apparently on mute. Iris tiptoed closer to get a look on the screen to confirm her suspicions – and yes, the DVD menu of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ was currently playing on loop. Rolling her eyes, Iris fished out her cellphone out of her purse, snapped a few pictures for the family album and then went on to tiptoe behind the couch. Standing now right behind her husband, Iris bent over to press a soft kiss on his forehead, gently waking him up.

 “Hmm?” Barry murmured drowsily, before cracking open one eye to see his wife smiling down on him.

“Hey sleepy head,” Iris greeted him, watching a wide, goofy grin spread across her husband’s face.

“You’re back,” Barry whispered happily, then craned his neck to claim Iris’s lips for another kiss (his arms were rendered completely useless due to the two children clinging to them).

“Mhm,” Iris hummed in affirmation, relishing that kiss.

After they had broken apart, she couldn’t help but point out: “And you guys are still not in bed.”

“Must have fallen asleep right after the movie,” Barry said apologetically.

Iris nodded at the TV, eyebrows raised in a accusatory manner: “‘Singin’ in the Rain’? Again?”

“Hey,” Barry protested softly, while starting to carefully untangle himself from the twins,” they requested it.”

“Only because you watched it with them every single time I wasn’t at home – you’ve practically conditioned them to want to watch this movie whenever I’m out,” Iris joked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“It’s a good movie,” Barry defended himself weakly.


Despite her (fake) indignation, Iris could barely stifle a yawn which did not escape Barry’s notice.

“How about you get ready for bed and I put our little tornado twins to bed? I had them already brush their teeth and put on their jammies earlier, so it should be just a matter of carrying them over to their beds – after I manage to entangle myself from my blanket prison,” Barry joked, and, after inspecting the comfortable cocoon the kids and him were wrapped in tightly, added: “this might take a while.”

Iris couldn’t help but grin.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, leaning in for one more kiss.

“See you in a bit,” she whispered, then sneaked off to the bathroom.

It didn’t take Iris long to finally get ready for bed. When she reentered the living room, it was already empty, the TV turned off and the fuzzy comforter back in its usual place, folded neatly.

Iris headed for the kids’ bedroom, which Barry was just coming from, a soft look on his face: “They didn’t even wake up once.”

Iris mirrored her husband’s facial expression.

“Luckily we got ourselves some heavy sleepers. I’ll just check up on them real quick, say good night.” Iris said, gesturing at the door.

Barry just nodded, smiling knowingly.

“Well, I’ll get ready for bed real quick,” he said teasingly, causing Iris to roll her eyes at him. A short, sweet peck on her cheek later, Barry disappeared with a familiar whoosh in the direction of the bathroom. Iris had barely entered the twins’ bedroom, when she could already hear the door of the master bedroom open and close.

Drawing closer to their beds, Iris could see her little tornado twins sleep peacefully, carefully tucked in by their father. Iris couldn’t help but notice with a smile that Don had already started kicking and twisting his blanket – he always woke up with his blanket at right angle, its end hanging off the shorter side of the bed instead of covering his feet. Iris picked up one of the quilts piled on the nearby chair (from their most recent blanket fort) and carefully spread it over the end of his bed, hoping that at least one blanket was going to stay in place to keep her son’s feet warm. Dawn on the other hand, was curled up into a tiny ball underneath her blanket, only her head of curly hair and her plushie peeping out. Giving each of the twins a soft goodnight kiss, Iris tiptoed out of the kids’ bedroom, making a mental note to herself to pick out an extra long bedtime story for tomorrow evening. After sneaking one more glance at her kids, Iris quietly closed the door and headed for the master bedroom, each step making her more and more aware of her own tiredness.

Being finally able to crawl into her own comfy bed, into the spot right next to her husband, felt like a true blessing to Iris. And although his eyes were already closed, Iris knew that Barry was still awake, his strong arms immediately wrapping her into that warm, welcoming hug she had been craving the entire day.

“G'night, Bear,” Iris sighed, burrowing herself deeper into Barry’s chest.

Just about to fall asleep, Iris almost didn’t catch Barry’s hummed response: “'Tis too late to say g'night.”

Even though she was already too sleepy to put much force into it, Iris mustered up enough strength to swat her husband’s chest (albeit feebly), and let out a growl.

She could feel Barry’s chuckle reverberate underneath her hands that were still resting on his chest, followed by a gentle kiss being pressed onto her hair.

She barely heard Barry’s soft “g'morning, Iris,” before finally drifting off to sleep.


It baffles me

That you have to specify that you’re anti-shoplifting. That you have to explain to people why stealing is wrong.

That there are people really trying to justify pedophilia.

That people believe looting is justified if you’re angry. That black people, looting and burning down black owned businesses is justified as “protesting”.

That as adults in college people want to be coddled and treated like babies. That women want to feel oppressed by finding any reason to relinquish their responsibilities and blame the patriarchy.

That there are people who want segregated schools, classrooms, dorms. That they honestly believe that when white people did it, it was wrong, but when it parades under the guise of “giving minorities space” it’s suddenly alright.

That social justice has made it so far into our societies, threatening our rights and freedoms. That there are people out there actively fighting for censorship and the limitation of our freedom of speech.

That there are people changing the genders of their children as early as age 4.

That you could lose your job for simply saying “there are only two genders” or “I believe in innocent until proven guilty”.

It baffles me that this is happening, and sometimes I feel helpless to stop this.

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They won’t all come this fast but I was on a roll today. So, enjoy the Brettonio feels. :)


Chapter 2: Chaos

Sylvie did not like this. It had been a week since she found out she was pregnant and her morning sickness had been horrible. So bad, in fact, that she called chief this morning to tell her that she needed tomorrow off. There was no way that she could make it through a shift like this. Sylvie crawled out of bed only for her stomach to turn. She sprinted into the bathroom and threw up last night’s dinner into her toilet. She collapsed back onto the cool tile of her bathroom floor. Her throat burned and tears prickled in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full-length mirror. Sylvie’s hair was tied up in a bun to stop herself from puking on it. That was a lesson that she had learned quickly. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top because she couldn’t seem to cool herself down.

A knock on her door made her groan. She pulled herself slowly off the floor with a sigh Sylvie stumbled to the door and swung it open. When she saw who it has she resisted the urge to crawl into her bed and die. “What are you doing here?” Her voice came out scratchy and strained. Antonio stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, and pressing his arm to Sylvie’s forehead.

“I came to check on you,” Antonio answered her. Continuing to check her over. “Gabby called me and said you called in sick.”

Sylvie scoffed pulling away from him. “I just have bad morning sickness, Antonio,” Sylvie said just as her stomach began to turn again. She shoved him away and ran into her bathroom and locking the door behind her.

Antonio winced at the sound of her retching. When it finally subsided he knocked on the door. When she didn’t respond he began to worry. “Sylvie let me in.” Again nothing. “Sylvie, I kick down doors for a living. Let me in before I ruin yours.” He heard the lock click. He shoved the door opened and saw her on the floor. He lifted her bridal style and carried her back to her bed.

Antonio sat down next to her, giving her a worried look. “I’m fine, Antonio. This happens.”

He gave her a disbelieving look. “Laura had two kids, Sylvie. She never got like this.” He touched her head again and shook his. “Besides I think you have a fever.”

Sylvie, annoyed about the fussing, pulled away from him again. “Shouldn’t you be working? I thought your job kept you busy.”

Antonio ignored the jab about their break up. “When was the last time you ate something?”

“Last night.” She pulling the blanket around herself, suddenly cold. “And before you ask. No, I didn’t keep it down and no I won’t be able to keep down anything you give me.” The was the last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep.


Antonio was amazed by how fast Sylvie had fallen asleep. It usually took her forever to fall asleep. She must be exhausted if she fell asleep this quickly. Guilt quickly spread through him. Ever since that day at his office he’d been pretty much MIA when it came to Sylvie and the baby. He had been consumed in the custody case with Laura. He’d managed to tell his kids about the baby and they had both been excited. He dreaded the day that Laura found out. No doubt she would try to use it against him in court.

Antonio moved into her bathroom, grabbing a bucket and sponge and began cleaning up the vomit that was spread around the floor. Cursing himself again for already being an absent father to the newest addition to his family. In truth, he wasn’t really sure how this was supposed to work. He and Laura had been married and by the time they split up the kids were old enough to understand. How was he supposed to get time with his baby when it would depend on Sylvie when it was born?

After Antonio finished with the bathroom he moved into the living room cleaning the mess that had been collected in the last week. He knew that Sylvie wasn’t a slob and it just enforced the fact that this baby had already exhausted her and she’d been this sick on her own. She hadn’t even called him and why would she? He’d broken her heart. Antonio went to put a pad of paper in the drawer of her coffee table and saw a small familiar picture. He pulled it out with shaky hands and fell back into the couch. It was a sonogram, she had her first sonogram and he’d missed it. Three days ago she had called him while he was in a meeting with Laura and their lawyers and he didn’t call her back. Antonio felt like such an idiot.

He jumped, startled by the sound of a toilet flushing. He got to his feet in time to see Sylvie stumbling into the room. “You didn’t have to clean up,” Sylvie mumbled crawling onto the couch. “In the third cupboard in the kitchen are my pills, can you get them for me?” Sylvie croaked.

Antonio went into the kitchen and grabbed the prescription pill bottle. “Sylvie, what is this for?”

She took the bottle from him and took two pills. “They are pills to help with my morning sickness, but it’ll take a few days to kick in. That’s why I called in sick for tomorrow.”

Antonio felt more in the dark then he should. “When did you get these?”

Sylvie shot up realizing she had said something she wasn’t supposed to. “Don’t be mad.” She said pulling herself into the sitting position. “I called you, I swear. I was taken to the hospital three days ago for dehydration. They gave an IV and when I was discharged I got the prescription.”

Antonio really wanted to shoot himself now. “Sylvie, I’m so sorry.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and took her hands. “I’m going to do better now. I’m here and I’m actually going to be here. This is new territory for me.”

Sylvie cut him off, glaring. “You think this isn’t new territory for me?” Sylvie yanked her hands away from her hands from his. “I have zero experience with any of this and my only comfort is that you did. I end up hospitalized and you are nowhere to be found!”

Antonio moved next to her on the couch and pulled her against him. She set her head on his shoulder and wiped the tears that she hadn’t realized began falling. “I’m sorry, Sylvie. I’m so sorry.”


Antonio had been true to his word after that day. He checked on her daily whether it was in person, through texts, or even a phone call. Today, she was getting ready for her first scheduled ultrasound and he was due to pick her up at any moment. Excitement bubbled in her chest when a knock sounded through the house. Sylvie’s smile dropped when she saw who it was. “Laura, what the hell are you doing here?”

Laura pushed past her and into her house. “You think I wouldn’t find out!” Laura faced her, red in the face. “He dumps you and your plan is to trap him with a baby!”

“Trap him?” Sylvie yelled back. “I didn’t-”

“Did you even think about my kids before you did this!” Laura was marching closer to her. “Now you’ve taken their father from them and trapped him into another family that he didn’t want. If he did maybe he wouldn’t have dumped you. But guess what Sylvie Brett he did and you-”

“LAURA!” Sylvie turned around to see a fuming Antonio in her doorway. “Get out of this house right now.”


“No!” He yelled slamming the door behind him making Sylvie jump. “You have managed to ruin every part of my life and you will not ruin this! I will not let you destroy my children. Any of them! That includes the one that Sylvie is carrying. So. Get. Out.”

Laura stared at him in shock for a moment before practically running out of the house. Sylvie stared at Antonio. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “Come on, this isn’t going to ruin the day.”

Sylvie was inclined to agree but something Laura had said bothered her. “She’s right about one thing,” Sylvie said making Antonio look up at her, worried. “Your kids Antonio. I didn’t even think about how this would affect them.”

“I’ve already told them, Sylvie,” Antonio assured her. “And they couldn’t be more excited.” She sighed in relief setting her head on his shoulder in relief. “Can we go see our child now?” The two laughed and got into Antonio’s car.

Sylvie only made it through twenty minutes of the car ride before guilt about Laura flooded through her. “You have to apologize to Laura.” Antonio nearly slammed on the breaks at the words that left her mouth. “She’s the mother of your children, Antonio. You can’t just speak to her that way and I know she’s been horrible to you, but you two are in the middle of a custody battle and you need to try and keep it civil.”

Antonio didn’t want to apologize to Laura but he knew Sylvie was right. Things needed to go smoothly with Laura and he didn’t want Sylvie to think that he would ever speak to her the way he did with Laura today. “Okay, I will call her tomorrow.” Sylvie glared at him. She wasn’t going to let him push it off. “Today is our day, Sylvie. You get to live with our baby every day. Going to your sonogram appointments is the only time I will have to get close to the baby so please, just let me have today.”Sylvie wanted to argue, she wanted to tell him that he should fix things right away. But the fact that he cared so much about the baby stopped her and she decided to be selfish today and keep him to herself.

They didn’t have to sit in the waiting room long. Within ten minutes Sylvie was sitting on an exam table with her shirt up and her pants unbuttoned. The ultrasound technician moved the wand around her stomach. Antonio took Sylvie’s hand and held onto tightly. This was his third child and he was just as nervous as his first.

After a few moments of silence the perfect heartbeat of their child. Sylvie looked up at Antonio with tears in her eyes. “That’s our baby.”

Antonio leaned down and kissed Sylvie’s forehead. “That’s our baby.”


Sylvie planned a lunch with her sisters to tell them about the baby. Now that her morning sickness was under control she could now leave her house without fear of puking on pedestrians. She’d waited until she had an ultrasound so that she could give them both a picture to tell them. Sylvie sat nervously at the empty cafe table waiting for them to show. Heather, her older sister showed up first, kissing her sister on the cheek. Anna, the youngest of the three came running up late, still in her work clothes.

“So, what’s this 911 meeting about?” Heather asked, her excitement nearly bleeding out of her. Sylvie rolled her eyes and pulled two envelopes out of her bag and handed them over.

Anna rolled eyes at her older sister. “You always did have a flare for the dramatic.”

Sylvie gave her little sister a mock glare. “Humor me Miss ADA Anna Valdez.” Sylvie watched as her sisters opened the envelopes and squealed. Anna shot up first wrapping her arms around her sister. Heather did the same before they took their seats. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Heather laughed. “Yeah, we don’t know anything about pregnancies.”

“That’s because you followed mom and Grandma’s lead and adopted children. So, all the women in my family have left me to fend for myself.” Sylvie chuckled.

Anna held up her hand to stop the conversation. “Wait, wait. Who’s the father?”

Heather’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, is it the hot Detective you were dating?”

“Wait, you dated a Detective!” Anna nearly shouted. She was always the last the know things because of her work. “What’s his name?”

Sylvie looked nervously at her little sister. “Antonio Dawson.”

Anna stared at her sister. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or annoyed that there wasn’t a part of her life that her sisters hadn’t invaded. “You are dating Antonio Dawson? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Sylvie could see her sister getting more and more agitated. “No, we were dating back when he was working for Hank Voight. When he got the job at the DA’s office he broke up with me.”

Anna’s anger vanished. “Oh, Sylvie I’m so sorry.”

Heather spoke up, “He is going to be present in the baby’s life right?”

“Of course,” Sylvie said, making both her sister’s sigh in relief. “Speaking of kids. How is Allie doing at MIT?”

“She’s going perfectly.” Heather gushed. “And it’s given Callie the drive to try and out do her sister.”

Anna looked between her two sisters, “Rivalry between sisters. I don’t think any of us understand that.”


Antonio was disappointed when he got the call from Stone about the case. He was supposed to be spending the rest of the day with Sylvie after her lunch. He met up with Nagel and Stone at the office. Valdez was nowhere to be found and he assumed that she was coming back from meeting with Sylvie.

“What do we got?”

Nagel was the first to speak. “Cassandra Reid was just found dead.”

Antonio’s jaw nearly dropped. Sylvie and Gabby’s lawyer was murdered. “Why would someone kill my sister’s lawyer?”

“That’s the thing,” Nagel said handing over a file. “She died from ingesting tainted dope, but none was found. The officers searched everywhere.”

“So what’s the angle?” Antonio asked, “Druggy? Suicide?”

“She didn’t do drugs!” Stone snapped, standing from his seat. “The angle you are working is, murder. Poison.”

“You think she was poisoned?” Antonio asked leaning up against his desk. “Doesn’t seem likely.”

Stone stood, buttoning up his jacket. “Good, prove me wrong.” He stormed out of his room and into his office slamming the door. Antonio raised his eyebrows at his partner who simply shrugged. The door to their office swung open to reveal a frazzled Anna Valdez. Nagel and Antonio shot to their feet and went to her side.

“H-Heather,” She stuttered, “She just collapsed and started seizing.”

“Who’s Heather?” Nagel asked her but it was Antonio who gave her an answer.

“It’s her older sister.”

“We were at the hospital.” Anna cried, “But I couldn’t wait there anymore. I-I need to send someone for my niece. She should be here and- Oh god- I left Sylvie there.”

Antonio grabbed his jacket and threw Nagel hers. “Nagel, You’re with Stone. I’m taking Valdez back to the hospital.” Antonio drove her back to the hospital where Sylvie was standing in the waiting room talking to Dr. Halstead. She nodded her head and Halstead left just as they arrived.

“What is it, Sylvie?” Anna asked her sister. “What happened to her.”

Sylvie had tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. “They said that she ingested a tainted drug. They said she might not make it.”

Antonio felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Stone was right. People were being murdered and Sylvie’s sister just became one of the victims.

What Do You Know About Babies? (Sherlock x Reader)

A/N: My first ever Sherlock fic!! I’ve loved Sherlock for a very long time and just recently finished Season 4!! I love the idea of Sherlock taking care of Rosie for John! A quick warning though, SPOILERS!!! This does kinda take place between the events of The Lying Detective and The Final Problem! I wanted Rosie to still kinda be a baby instead of a toddler like she is at the end of The Final Problem. I hope you enjoy it!! xx

Warnings: SPOILERS, flustered Sherlock!, protective Dad!John

Notes: Words in italics are flashbacks.

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

You hadn’t known Sherlock Holmes for very long. You met him when he came to interrogate you about the murder of one of your colleagues. ‘A Deadly Lesson’ Dr. Watson had called it. A rather funny name for the case of the dead professor. You were a professor as well, a professor of English Literature. 

You remember meeting Sherlock Holmes all right. You caught his attention fast. He’d met people like himself before. Typically they were criminal masterminds or a sibling, but never someone who “teaches books” as he put it.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” the gray-haired detective inspector said warmly, sticking out a calloused hand. You shook it and smiled kindly at him. “I’m Detective Inspector Lestrade, and this is Sherlock Holmes, the other detective I mentioned on the phone.”

“Yes, I’m Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet you Miss…” the tall, curly-haired companion of Lestrade’s said, also sticking out a hand.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), but (Y/N) is just fine, Mr. Holmes,” you responded, shaking his hand in turn. He looked taken aback by the title of doctor but whipped out his cellphone and began to text. “Coffee, Detective Inspector?” You reached for the pot of coffee behind you.

“Oh, no, I already…” he began to say before you cut him off.

“I know you already had some. You had some black coffee at the office hoping to wash away the bitter taste of last night’s one night stand with something even more bitter. Clearly, it didn’t work. So how about some good coffee to replace the bitterness?” Lestrade stood stunned and out of the corner of your eye you could see Sherlock smirk, never taking his eyes off of his phone. 

That was the first and last time you met Sherlock Holmes. He was very kind, rather attractive, and undoubtedly clever. He solved the murder that day. You were impressed. You had read the blog but to see it happen in person was very impressive. He reminded you of a detective novel you had read when you were younger. Who was it by? Sir Aaron… Andrew Conan… Oh, it doesn’t matter. 

You met Sherlock Holmes two weeks ago. You never expected to get a text from him of all things. Perhaps a call to your office but how he got your cell number was beyond even someone as clever as you. 

It was about 7:30 PM on Friday night. You were settling down into your comfy chair with a cup of tea and Hemingway. Your phone lit up on the end table. That was odd. You had just moved to London at the beginning of this school year and hadn’t made any friends close enough to text you on a Friday night. 

You placed a slip of paper in your book and picked up your phone. 

Help me. SH

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Anonymous asked: Shiro taking the day off to spend time with his s/o

Took a little more time because I wanted to write little drabbles about an entire day! Sorry for the wait noonie.

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Takashi was hard to get a hold of in general. It was even harder to get some time with him alone. Which meant that having a date like a normal couple was too close to impossible, but it came with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were his and he was yours and you were alright with just that fact. Thinking about it made you quite peppy actually. Your duties were important and both sides couldn’t ignore their responsibilities when the time came, and you both appreciated each other because you wouldn’t hold grudges when it interrupted the both of you.

Or so you thought.

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How do I write: Modern Vampire AUs

Realized that while people are trying to make their vampire characters more different from the rest, the core ideas are beginning to stale – vampires hate werewolves, they’re empathetic blood drinkers, dangerously beautiful, ext. Here’s a few AU ideas and headcanons to freshen up your Vampire AU.

  • Character A works for an orphanage in the mountains that takes in “abandoned” vampires  – meaning they didn’t have a sire/group of experienced vampires to teach them – and teaches them how to function in society. It’s not easy to help a bunch of fresh vampires dampen their natural, predatory instincts.
  • Tight-knit polyam vampire covens that use Google calendar to keep track of everybody’s activities and plan dates together.
  • “Lol I’ve only been a vampire for a decade, I’m not sure what you want me to tell you about? I guess I can help you write your paper on Vampirical rights though.” AU  
  • When vampire Character A and werewolf Character B decide to start dating, nobody has a problem with it. Everybody knows that it’s witches and vampires that don’t get along, werewolves and vampires actually get along splendidly.
  • Character A and Character B are vampires and can’t have children, but since Character B loves kids. The two of them adopt older kids who are about to age out of the adoption program and teach them important life skills/morals/the likes. Best part, the kids all get a house that they can come back too, and parents that will be around for (quite literally) forever.
  • “I don’t know why you were expecting all vampires to be incredibly beautiful gods and goddesses? I mean were were all human once? I guess we do get better looking with age, but really, we’re pretty mediocre looking.” AU
Wedding Day

The anticipation had finally come to an end yet you still had a bittersweet feeling about the whole ordeal. You take a deep breath and look in the mirror. Your hands are shaking. 

No second thoughts, no cold feet you thought to yourself. This is it. One guy for the rest of your life. One guy.
He wasn’t the love of your life. I think he knew that too. But he was right for you, he was caring, kind and thoughtful. But he didn’t give you butterflies. You didn’t throw your head back laughing at his witty remarks or not want to go to sleep for fear or missing even a second that could be spent in his presence.
You met at a work party, and took things slow while everything fell into its place. He got on with your parents, and you even had the same group of friends. You didn’t argue though, he did everything right. He didn’t get under your skin like she used to.
You try to stop your mind from wandering to the thought of her. Your 6 year on and off relationship. She aggravated you, she had complete control of your emotions. Somehow she could make you the happiest person in the world but she was also the only one who could drag you down to your lowest, make you doubt yourself.  
You sent the invitation to her months ago, not even sure if she would turn up. It would feel strange without her being there. She was such a huge part of your life, you went through college together, got your first apartment together. Hell, she was your first for everything. You hope she’ll turn up but why would she? All of your old friends will be there. It’s crazy how much things have changed since you all graduated, all living in different states - all leading separate lives.
Your dad walks up behind you to place a kiss on the top of your head.
“You look beautiful. Are you ready?”
You force a smile and nod at him before turning around to wrap your arms around him.
Your dad clears his throat. “Is she coming?”
You pull away from him and look down.
“I’m not sure. I hope so, it’s been years since we’ve all been together but I haven’t seen her since I left her and moved to the other side of the country. I doubt she’ll come.”
You can’t help but let a sigh escape your lips.
“Will it change anything if she does?”
You shake your head.
“Don’t be silly. Our relationship ended a long time ago and we’ve barely spoken since. I miss her friendship and nothing more.”
Are you lying to yourself? Now definitely wasn’t the time to question that. You remind yourself that she was poison and never put you first. He does. You’re going to marry a man that will always prioritise you. That will never stand you up.
You smooth out your dress and pick up your bouquet; getting ready to make your entrance. You link your arm through your dads and make your way towards the main part of the church.
Nerves are coursing through you as you look around to see if she’s there. You refocus your attention to the man you’re about to marry. He’s standing at the altar - eyes glistening with happiness with his hands covering his mouth, completely mesmerised at the sight of you.
You’d never imagined that this day would come. It’s something you and her mentioned but never actually went through with. You’d planned a big proposal once, filled your whole apartment with bouquets of orchids because she thought roses were cliche. But of course, she never turned up. After that you gave up with the whole idea of marriage - especially with you being the one to propose anyway. You always thought that maybe one day she would ask you. But of course, she never did.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you see her standing there. In a red dress. You blink a couple of times to erase the idea that you might be hallucinating. You’re not, she really is here. Wearing red was definitely sending the message that she wanted you to receive - she always did wear that colour at special occasions or when she was making a point. Point received.
Your jaw drops and you can’t help but stare at her and stop halfway down the aisle. She looks breathtaking. She is a work of art - she always has been.
The eye contact the two of you are sharing is excruciating. Every time you try to look away you find your focus back on her instantly.
What are you doing. Everyone is staring at you, anticipating your next move.  You’re supposed to be getting married but instead you’re frozen in place, like a deer in headlights.  
You’re about to tear yourself away from her gaze and focus on your husband-to-be when she mouths the words “This should be us.”
That was it. From the second you saw those words on her lips you felt your legs tremble. You let go of your father’s embrace and dropped the bouquet of flowers, sprinting in the opposite direction of where you were supposed to be.
After aimlessly running through countless corridors you finally find an empty room. You lean against the closed door behind you and slide down it. A wave of emotion running through every part of your body. You fall apart. Emotionally and physically. Sobbing into your hands, ruining the hours spent on your makeup. Mascara stained tears ruin your dress.
You sit there reminiscing about an almost decade worth of memories with her, trying to convince yourself not to go running up to her and tell her how in love with her you still are, how you never stopped loving her. The good is outweighing the bad. Every time you try to think of a dark memory to sway your decision, it’s soon replaced by a time she was endearing, playful and romantic. You want this, you want her. I guess you were always waiting for her to reach out to you. To be bold. To do something to prove what you actually meant to her. The girl you fell in love with did all of those things, showed all of these emotions. I guess as you both grew older she grew comfortable and always expected you to be there no matter what.
There’s a knock at the door behind you. You shake your head to try and calm yourself down.
“I’m fine I just need a minute. Just feeling a little under the weather.” You respond.
“After all these years I can still tell when you’re lying to me.”
Her voice. You instantly stand up and open the door. There she is, standing inches away from you. Your voice drops to a whisper.
She smiles weakly at you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t RSVP.”
You open your mouth to speak but no words are coming out.
She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her warm embrace. You rest your head against her shoulder and inhale her familiar scent - which no amount of time could erase. You could stay in this moment forever but time wasn’t on your side.
She grabs your face in one hand and looks you directly in the eyes.
“Run away with me. I didn’t deserve you then but I think I do now. Ive changed, I’ve grown. Oh god MC, I’ve tried to experience so many things but it’s not the same without you by my side. You can’t marry him, he’s not right for you. I am. I know this because if he was the one you wouldn’t be in this room, holding onto me with tears running down your face.”
“N-n-no I left you. I moved across the country.” You stutter, your voice shaking. There was so much more you wanted to say, so much anger you needed to let out but you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable in her arms. It’s like every wall you ever built to protect yourself from her had just come crashing down and turned into ashes around you.
“MC I deserved that. I never put you first.”
You finally pull away from her. The anger and rage finally building up inside you.
“You’ve had a long time to say this Kaitlyn. Yes I ran away and I never said goodbye but you never came after me. It took me a long time to get over you, and when I finally do you come and crash my wedding!” By the end of your sentence your voice had raised so you were now shouting at her.
You can see her breaking in front of you. This time it’s not you sobbing, it’s her.
“But we are supposed to be together. It took me a while to figure it out but I’m here now. I’ll never treat you the way I did again. We can get married, we can have kids. We can do whatever we want to do as long as we’re together. You’re my home.”
Every fibre of your body was fighting against you at this point, telling you not to do what you’re about to. Your head and your heart were in different places but you couldn’t help yourself. You grab her face with both hands and draw your lips together. Hard. Stunted at first, Kaitlyn flinches but then accepts, bringing her hands to your hair and running her hands through them. Reluctantly, she pulls away.
“Well, since you’re already dressed for the occasion…” She bites her bottom lip, smiling. “Let’s go and get married.”
You raise an eyebrow at her. “Are you being serious?”
“Yes.” She replies. “Right now.”
“But what abo-“ You’re cut off by her lips against yours again.
“We’ve got the rest of our lives to apologise to the people out there.” She states.
“And children?”
“Yep. I want two. One’s going to be a rockstar like me and the other can be a bookworm like you.”
You throw your head back laughing and lace her hand in yours.
“Fine. But I get to decide on their names.”
Kaitlyn winks at you. “Fine. Let’s get out of here.”
And just like that, you felt like you belonged again. With your hand in hers,  running with only a slight sense of direction. She pulled through.
“Oh and one more thing MC, you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”

The Elf Queen

Summary: Aragorn shares his memories of the elf queen under the mountain.

Pairings: Aragorn x Sisterly!Reader; Married! Thorn x Reader

Word Count: 786

A/n: This is part one. Also tag list: I’m sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged in Lord of the Rings stuff, but it’s happening haha. Also do you want to be tagged in my lord of the rings stuff too? I always get so confused

Spin Off Of: The Elf and the Dwarf

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“We will camp here for tonight,” Aragorn calls out and the four hobbits let out a sigh of relief, tired from all of the travelling that they had done.

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anonymous asked:

I read your Twitter thread about how Taichi and Hikari's relationship is frustrating yet lovely... and I totally agree! I would LOVE for them to sit down and have an honest conversation about their co-dependencies. But when do you think they'll finally do it? Like, what has to happen for them to realize there's a problem?

  For them to finally have a discussion they’re definitely going to need a push. Some circumstance is going to have to force one of their hands so that their problems are brought out into the open where the other can finally hear them. Or as you said, for them to realize that there is a problem, though this one applies somewhat more to Hikari than Taichi.

   As for how everything could eventually work out, I’ll try to expand on several things. I know you already agree with me, but when I was typing this it somehow also turned into a massive character analysis essay, and I just decided to run with it. Sorry about that, but bear with me, I tried to tie it all into an answer for you.

So first, I’ll need to address one of the more common theories.

Theory: Hikari gets fed up with being coddled and as an independent person of her own she rebels.

I’m pointing this out because I see it around a bit, and it never made any sense to me. This scenario never acknowledges Hikari’s co-dependency or the reason behind it such as her lack of self belief. It seems go with the idea that the cause of their problems is Taichi and if he would just back off everything would be fine. But once you take those issues into account, why is Hikari supposed to suddenly rebel against coddling that she has long accepted and has been dependent on to an unhealthy degree?

In reality, if he suddenly backed off completely Hikari would likely feel abandoned.

So yeah no.

   Now here are some of the things we have to keep in mind when thinking about this.

   For starters, Taichi knows about Hikari’s lack of self preservation, and has known for a long time. He knows that her mindset is why she didn’t say anything to him about how she felt before going out to play soccer that day, and it wasn’t just something like her suddenly getting worse out of the blue.

That’s the kind of girl she is! She’s always thinking about other people before herself, and she’ll never tell anyone that’s she in pain or that she’s having a hard time, even if it kills her!

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However his takeaway from this knowledge was that he was careless for not recognizing what she was doing, and that he has to be the one to protect her - from herself essentially - when she won’t keep her best interests in mind. This was also why he never wanted her to be a Chosen Child. (That needs a full post of its own to be honest.)

The thing is she might not have even wanted to come to this stupid world at all… But when people tell her that the fate of the world is in her hands or something, she could never refuse!

That’s why I’m supposed to look after her and protect her… B-but I…

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Therefore Hikari’s other problems won’t come to light from this path. Taichi doesn’t question the “Why?” as to what feeds into her lack of self preservation to let him see her self-worth problems for what they are. He’ll likely continue to assume it’s part of her “too nice” personality like he has since he was a boy. He knows about the symptom, but doesn’t realize it’s a symptom with a cause.

   As for Taichi’s guilt concerning Hikari, it took a horrifying reminder of her previous episode, and a complete breakdown just to open up to Koushiro. And probably the last person he ever wants to talk about it with is Hikari herself. Having to dig up those wounds with her of all people to talk about, “How he nearly killed her, he’s so sorry, he hasn’t even forgiven himself etc.” he likely considers to be like having his teeth pulled. So while other circumstances could one day bring it to the forefront, this wouldn’t be a conversation starter either.

On a sliding scale of possible confrontations we’re more likely to hear, “I have to protect you! You’re my sister!” come at the beginning, only followed by “I have to protect you! Because you won’t protect yourself!” if the issue is rather pushed. And they would already be in an argument at that point.

If the, “I have to protect you! I nearly let you die before! I can’t let it happen again!” happens then they would already be in the middle of their “sibling relationship discussion” and are throwing all of their problems out into the open.

   Then we have the issue of Hikari’s viewpoint on their relationship. She doesn’t seem to realize that there could anything odd about Taichi’s behavior towards her over the years.

I used to wet the bed a lot, but my brother would always help me. He’d wash my underwear for me in the middle of the night, and later he’d pretend he was the one wet it. He’s really nice.

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No, Hikari, just no. Yes, Taichi is decent kid to be sure, but all of this? This is a giant red flag that something is up, and yet to Hikari that is just the kind of person Taichi is. And since this kind of behavior started rather early in her childhood, it affected how she grew up viewing her brother and sibling relationships in general.

Daisuke: She always has to talk bad about me to everyone. She doesn’t like me… well, I don’t like her either so we’re even.

Daisuke: Why can’t he (Yamato) just shut up? I can say whatever I want about that stupid girl.

Hikari: Stop it, Daisuke-kun! I hate people who talk bad about their siblings.

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To Hikari the kind of relationship she has with her brother is the way it should be, what she considers normal. With the approach she uses here with Daisuke, she’s essentially implying that she doesn’t see a reason why there would be a need to talk badly about a sibling. Though we know that this topic is much more complicated and diverse than Hikari is making it out to be. However with the sort of “normal” that Hikari is used to, making her realize the deeper reasons behind Taichi’s behavior could be difficult. Once again, alternate circumstances would likely have to bring the issue up.

   So with all that in mind, we can start trying to dig into a scenario that would work.

   Digimon Adventure tri. has actually so far slowly been adding more to this issue, in that we’ve watched Hikari try to talk to Taichi in a way we haven’t really seen before. Just having them talk like this is an improvement, but it also stands in regards to the positions they are in at the moment.

   It’s been arduous to watch Hikari try to gain better self determination over the course of the series. Her problems - as already mentioned here - made it difficult as it was, and unfortunate incidents like this that encouraged her to stifle her determination, would only make it harder. But eventually over the years her desire to be able to help has overridden her lack of self confidence.

(Though this change didn’t happen entirely for all the right reasons, I’ll get to that later (1))

Therefore by her teens Hikari has given extra determination that she was missing before.

The results are that now when she talks to Taichi, she’s been more well… candid than she was before.

Taichi: Forget it. I know you’re all too busy to come see me play.

Hikari: So you do mind.

Taichi: No way!

Hikari: You do. There’s no mistake. Or rather maybe you’re disappointed?

Taichi: Not over something like that, no way.

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Hikari: There’s something you don’t want to face? Is that why you can’t talk to Yamato-san?

Taichi: Just got to sleep already.

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Hikari is now more willing to push Taichi when he doesn’t want her to, to try to get him to open up when before she might have just backed off. She has some new determination, but in a way that makes sense from what we’ve seen of her character so far. Rather than some kind of teenage rebellion, it’s her desire to help others like her brother that may be pulling the both of them into a confrontation with each other

Because this scene in Ketsui Part 4 makes me wonder.

Her confrontation with Jou is a part of her newfound confidence, but could it have involved double talk, like what happened with Taichi and Yamato’s argument over Jou earlier?

Jou-senpai, you said you wanted a reason, right? A reason for what? For fighting? Or a reason why we’re the Chosen Children? Jou-senpai, you’ve forgotten something important. You and Gomamon were chosen together as partners. Do you need a reason for that? Who cares about being an adult or a child? You two are partners.

Not only was she confronting Jou, but it may have been that Hikari was venting her frustrations over her brother on him. Possibly telling Jou what she hasn’t been able to tell Taichi.

   Now let’s contrast all of this to Taichi who is obviously hyper sensitive right now over what could go wrong. He’s always had problems coping with what could be the worst possible outcome in a situation and has done whatever he can to prevent it. By never learning to properly deal with his problems other than trying to fix them, prevent them, or even how to forgive himself, it has helped compound everything into the situation we see now. So while moments like him hanging up on Hikari in Saikai Part 2 rather than get her involved aren’t surprising, they have a new extra layer of fear that they didn’t have before.

Taichi is really on edge at the moment, and Hikari is a long time sore point for him. Now however she has this newfound determination to help, and he doesn’t really want her to.

That could lead to the confrontation we’ve been waiting for. Over the years Hikari has slowly improved, while Taichi has been getting worse. It’s somewhat pushing them on collision course with each other.

In this opening scenario, the contrast of their viewpoints, in addition to how bad the danger is at the moment, could be what forces Taichi’s hand to say things he would rather not, if he considers it to be for her sake. Things like that, “I have to protect you! Because you won’t protect yourself!” And with Hikari’s current better understanding of her brother as compared to before, she might finally start to piece together the puzzle of “Why?” that she’s been missing for so long. Once she does then the fallout will begin.

In any confrontation, Hikari would be upset to learn about any kind of role she played in Taichi’s issues, and would likely counter with her personal views about him and herself, which would only make them both feel worse actually. But this kind of thing is just a messy process in and of itself.

    Of course I need to point out that Hikari isn’t necessarily where she should be yet, and tri. material has been referencing her brother complex on a regular basis for awhile now. And since her co-dependency goes back to her lack of self confidence and so on, obviously everything isn’t well. (1) Also remember her new determination comes from her wanting to help everyone. But what about helping herself? How much does Hikari value herself these days in comparison to before? 

It’s important because the major source of Hikari’s problems for a long time has been her unwillingness to believe in herself. This is why she has been a dependent. Many times when Hikari thought she couldn’t depend on others in the past she melted down. Her arc in 02 was to help teach her that she could rely on people besides her brother, but in the end it’s still being dependent on others.

Takeru was absolutely right.

But Hikari wasn’t ready for that.

So Miyako met her at half way.

But then what happens when her friends aren’t there and she’s alone?

So far Hikari has learned to focus on someone else when she needs that extra push, but it’s not a substitute for actually believing in yourself when there is nobody else around.

How well Hikari is handling all of these issues could lead to another opening scenario which used to be rather likely and is still possible. And that being her cracking under the weight of a situation to the point where her feelings about it are exposed like before. This time however Taichi gets to overhear it, or she coincidentally loses her composure in front of him directly. “I can’t do it anymore! I can’t! I’m not like you!”

In this situation, the discovery of Hikari’s low self-esteem when comparing herself to him would definitely set a discussion off. Now even more so with how Taichi has been feeling about himself lately.

In any scenario, what has to come up in a proper conversation between them are Taichi’s guilt and Hikari’s lack of self belief. The opening scenario that brings at least one of those topics out into the open and allows the other to follow will be the one that will let them have an honest conversation.