#jen bean(✿◠‿◠)

[augment-techs]

[dormiloncito]

all you need to know about me

[jazzfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek: La Sirena Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram & Agnes Jurati Characters: Agnes Jurati, Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram, Enoch | La Sirena's Emergency Navigational Hologram, Cristóbal Rios Additional Tags: holoween, Holodecks & Holosuites (Star Trek), Mild Horror, Background Relationships, Gallows Humor Summary:

Fears are silly, right? But she has Emil on her side, so surely Agnes can face this one.

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Written for holoween week run by @holo-squad

[perchingominouslysmwh]

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin!🥰 😘💖💕💝💟💕

(if i sent you this twice- oh well twice the love to you <3333333)

[novantinuum]

I don’t see your anons turned on but….do tell me about Aryll and Link’s relationship. Is she and annoying little sister? Does she look up to him?

(Oh yes, I forgot to turn anon back on! I had someone be rude to me a few weeks ago so I turned them off temporarily as a cool-down. Good reminder.)

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Ahhh, these siblings... there's a few different time periods I could cover with this, since the dynamic changes pretty sharply due to a good few years spent apart, but I'm gonna chat about the status quo at the beginning of my fic-

I started to plan this story as a means of processing my feelings in the wake of a personal incident involving a family member disowning the rest of us, so their dynamic at the very beginning is underscored by estrangement. Aryll has not seen her brother for about two years- for reasons unknown to her. One day her family was intact and they shared a bedroom, and the next her father was dead and Link chose to cut contact with the rest of his family and live full time on castle grounds with the other guards instead. There's a whole storyline I aim to write eventually showing Link's side of this, because he does have his complicated and trauma-driven reasons- but those reasons are never something Aryll gets to learn about or understand, because when she finally does see her brother again, all his memory about the past is gone.

So their vibe in early days is like... that awkward tiptoeing around someone you know, but don't know well now, that feeling where you desperately want to reach out for comfort from a familiar face, but it's also a face you don't know you implicitly trust. Aryll has to rely on Link because he's now the only adult she knows in this world, but can she count on him to truly be reliable after he- with no warning- entirely walked away from her and Mother in the past? Even if he doesn't remember making that decision, Aryll often worries he'll make the same choice again.

But since she's young, there's a certain desperation there, too- the sense that she's acting in an affable, helpful way to try and endear herself to him so that he doesn't chose to leave her behind once more, so that maybe one day they WILL be close as siblings. It's what she's always wanted... and while the events that led them here are bleak and tragic, on a meta scale, perhaps ultimately it took losing everything for this bond to really flourish.

On Link's end, the only piece of information about Aryll he awakens with is the inkling that she is family. Everything else is learned over their travels, even her name. On his end, he is literally meeting a stranger and getting to know them from scratch. There's that deep protective instinct born from the phantom memory that she is family, but he really doesn't know what he's doing half the time beyond that. Having to suddenly be the sole caretaker for a child is daunting! It takes time for him to understand how to best look after her, especially when it comes to paying attention to her emotional needs. He's very glad to have her company on their travels, though- and in fact, later on in their journeys, his reluctance to leave her behind and travel entirely alone (a somewhat selfish priority) sometimes puts her in harm's way. He often has to balance the issue of... does he risk leaving her in the protection of others he doesn't fully know or trust, or does he risk taking her along on his travels and having her in full sight 24/7 but then being 100% responsible for her safety himself?

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On a lighter note, there's of course that older-younger sibling back-and-forth with them... Link giving one instruction, Aryll brashly choosing the opposite, Link having to run off after her before she does something too foolish... plenty of stupid puns... Aryll begging Link to teach her how to fight with a sword, and Link at first being reluctant to do so as her caretaker, not wanting to encourage her to get into close encounters with monsters anyways...

And then that dynamic is slightly subverted by the fact that Aryll essentially is Link's memory, the one who instructs him on who their mother is, their father, their childhood history, certain elements of world history, etc. etc. Link may be Aryll's caretaker in matters of finding food and shelter, but Aryll is arguably his caretaker when it comes to helping him navigate the reality of the world they left behind.

[crazypercheron]

Not gonna lie, I forgot how delicious Vanilla Rooibos tea is. Found a cylinder of "Republic of Tea: Good Hope" kicking around in the pantry so I decided to brew up a cup before bed

[chradi]

other deathclaw character has invaded my mind

[sxrosee]

PATIENT ID: @iiryoku PATIENT NAME: Mimi INCIDENT TYPE: So You Want To Interact Meme INCIDENT: Plooooot <;3 FOLLOW-UP: Accepting

mimiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! i legit remember us just talking again in the discord dms and my heart was so happy. it was like even though like 22340345 years went by, we picked up right away like no time had passed. you even included my baby in your plot with one of your partners! the way you immediately had random headcanons and plots for sahar and gojo, where they just love to take care of one another. TRUST me when i say that sahar would be so protective of her senpai, especially cause i feel like she would be one of the few who would make sure that his health was always taken care of. regardless of the muse you know, you always include her, and im so grateful! okay SPOILERS but imagine sahar coming to back up gojo on the mission where he is dead and she is so utterly scarred by it and can’t believe that he is even alive after. B)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites III

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: The annual Arsenal Christmas video

"Hi everyone," Leah says to the camera," I'm Leah Williamson and I just want to say, sorry, Mum. I know you told me not to let her do this before Christmas day, but I'm here with the youngest member of our squad and...What are we doing today, bean?"

You sit in the middle of a little half-circle of the Arsenal girls with a little sack in front of you. There's a Santa hat on your head and you're holding the sack like you're scared it will float away.

"Presents!" You cheer. "I'm like Santa!"

"You are like Santa," Leah says, smiling at the camera," So we've got our own Santa here at Arsenal and she's going to close her eyes, spin around and give everyone their Christmas gifts. Ready, bean?"

"Ready!"

You close your eyes nice and tight, spin around and aimlessly wander to your left. Arms clamp around your waist and you open your eyes to see Teyah and Lessi.

You beam and reach into your sack. "For you!" You give them both their gifts.

"Top trumps!" Teyah says triumphantly as Lessi pries her Michael Jordan Funko Pop out of the package.

"I'm gonna put this in my locker."

You close your eyes again, squeezing them tight as Lessi helps you spin. You go straight this time and fall into the laps of Noelle and Cloe.

Cloe ends up with the 100 pics riddle game and Noelle gets a fondue thing. They both seem especially happy and Noelle ruffles your hair.

"I'll have to bring you round for fondue, bean."

You don't know what fondue is but you think it's food so you're happy to go.

Next up is Lina and Stina - who catches you when you stumble - and they get a little teddy bear and a tree ornament of Stina kissing the trophy.

"You gotta put it on the tree," You say to her as she laughs at the picture," Because that's what it's for." You turn to Lina. "And have to give your bear cuddles. Teddies die without cuddles."

Caitlin and Vic are next and you get a picture on Vic's new camera with the three of you and Caitlin wearing her new Arsenal beanie.

You fall onto Viv on the next round and giggle hysterically as your favourite Lia moves to tickle you. You give her her gift first which ends up being big plastic things to pick up leaves with. Frida gets a special ornament with a picture of her scoring.

Viv gets a nice jumper with her and Beth on.

"You gotta wear it to the next game!" You say.

Viv laughs. "Maybe I will."

Gio and Kim follow them and you sit in Kim's lap as Gio unwraps the blue Arsenal bag that's meant to sit on her hips. Kim laughs in embarrassment as she gets a mug that proclaims her as the best captain ever and has an arrow that points at her when she drinks from it.

Laura catches you on the next round when you misstep on Kathrine's ankle.

Laia lets you have some of the Spanish gift she gets. It's kind of like nougat but it's got nuts in it and you're not too sure that you like the texture.

Kathrine gets socks (you always end up with socks in your stocking) and Laura gets a snow globe with a picture of her only goal in it.

Laia and Kathrine both help you do your spins and the next person you fall into is your sister.

She hugs you tight around the waist as you balance on her lap while digging through the bag. Her gift is one of the longer ones and it takes you a little bit to get it out of your sack.

You sit down properly when she leans forward to open it, bursting into laughter when it's revealed to be a keyboard.

"I'll teach you, bean," She says, pressing a few of the keys," Won't that be fun?"

"I don't have to do everything you do," You say a bit condescendingly but you're smiling so Leah knows how you really feel, pinching at your cheek.

"Off you go, bean," She says," You've got more presents to give out."

She spins you around so much that you basically crash into Jen and Beth.

Jen ends up with a book of Christmas carols for the guitar while Beth gets the same jumper as Viv just in a different colour.

"That's you and Viv," You tell her.

"Yeah, bean! That's me and Vivi!"

Naomi gets her gift next, a book of very unfunny dad jokes that you only laugh at so she doesn't feel sad that she's not funny at all.

Manu, Kyra and Steph come next.

Manu gets a picture of the goalkeeper union while Kyra gets a packet of Tim Tams that she lets you eat two from.

"It's a jumper for Calvin!" You exclaim when Steph unwraps her own present.

She looks ecstatic and she swears that she'll send a picture of Calvin wearing it to Leah's phone for you to see.

The last person to get her gift is Katie. She looks confused for a moment as she unwraps it before a smile splits her face.

"It's a luxury cat advent calendar," She says.

"For Cooper!" You say.

"That is class. He's gonna love that."

She pulls you in for a hug before letting you plop yourself back on your sister's lap.

She covers your eyes for the last time as someone places the last gift on your lap.

You rip open the packaging and squeal when you reveal an Arsenal jersey. It's got your favourite number on the back and instead of Williamson like all of Leah's jerseys, it's got the words 'The Boss' on the back.

You pull it over your head with help from your sister and she nudges you up to wave and smile at the cameras.

"Do you remember what to say?" She prompts you.

"Merry Christmas, Gunners!"

[waiting-eyez]

In high school there were so many Jennifers, I had all sorts of names, including Jo-Jen, Jenna, Jenna-Bean, and Jenny A.

(Jennifer Aniston)

[danikamariewrites]

Hello!! Could you do Modern! Rhys where reader and their daughter want to surprise him at his office but the secretary tries to stop them from going into his office?

Modern! Rhys has a place in my heart but he also has my place in my bed🙂🙂

Surprise Office Visit

Modern!Rhys x reader

A/n: modern!Rhys will also have a special place in my heart and bed

My favorite Modern!Rhys fic is by Home to Us by @writingsbychlo shout out to chlo for fueling my obsession with him she’s an amazing writer plz go read that if you haven’t 💕

Warnings: none

Rhys had been working extra hard lately, so being the amazing wife that you are, you decided to treat Rhys to lunch. Isla was especially excited to see her daddy in the middle of the day.

You let her play hooky from school for the occasion. The two of you even got your nails done as a treat. Isla got purple, Rhys’s favorite color, and couldn’t wait to show him.

Isla held your hand a little tighter as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. She dropped your hand and rushed off, speeding down the hall towards Rhys’s office. “Isla! Wait for me sweetie.” You call after her. She stops halfway down the hall waving you on.

You catch up to her and Isla takes your hand dragging you down the rest of the hall. As you approach Rhys’s office door Isla looks up at you looking a little shy. “Can I knock on daddy’s door?” “Go ahead sweetie.” As your daughter lifts her little fist but is interrupted by a woman strutting towards the two of you. Her high heels making her sound angry and authoritative.

“Excuse me, but Rhysand isn’t seeing people right now. He’s a very busy man.” She crosses her arms, scowling at Isla. You give the woman an equally cold scowl and scoff at her. “Do not speak to my daughter like that. And I think he’ll be fine with us, thank you.”

You and the woman continue trading passive aggressive words and you didn’t notice Isla slip into Rhys’s office. The top of Isla’s head just came above the top of Rhys’s desk.

He felt eyes on him and looked. “Little bean! What are you doing here?” He exclaimed joyfully, quickly rounding his desk to scoop Isla up in his arms. She giggled as he kissed all over her face. “Where’s mommy little bean?” Isla pointed through the open door.

Anger quickly flashes across Rhys’s face at the sight of his secretary fighting with you. He flings the door open stopping you both mid insult. “Jen, what’s the problem?” Her face falls as she notices Isla in his arms and his free hand reaching for you.

“I was just telling this woman that you were busy.” Rhys raises a brow at her, pulling you to his side. “This woman is my wife. She and my daughter are always welcome in my office no matter what.” She quickly nods. Jen drops her head and shuffles away back to her desk.

Rhys kisses you on the cheek pulling you inside and closing the door. His office is carpeted, a large wood, L-shaped desk in the middle of the room with a large computer and papers on top. Putting Isla down she hurried over to his spiny desk chair, rolling herself to stare out of the floor to ceiling windows that over look. Velaris.

The two of you smile at your little bean. Rhys turns to you, cupping your face in his large hands. “To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?” He asked sweetly in a low tone. You lean into his warmth and gently hold his wrists. “You’ve been working so much we wanted to treat you to a special lunch in town.”

His face softens at the gesture. You’re always so thoughtful. Rhys doesn’t know what he’d do without. He’d probably never take breaks or relax if it weren’t for you. “That sounds perfect. And I know just the place.” He places a loving kiss on your lips.

Breaking apart, you find Isla pulling on Rhys’s black suit pants. He crouches down to her level. “What’s up bean?” He pinches her cheek jokingly earning a giggle from her. Isla shoves her hands in Rhys’s face with a big smile on her lips. “Mommy and I got our nails done and I got your favorite color.”

“Wow, they are gorgeous Isla. And lucky girl going to the salon with mommy.” He scoops the little girl up again. “Shall we get going, I’m absolutely starving.” You nod, moving to open the door.

At the elevators Rhys slips his hand in yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Thank you for coming to see me.” You lean over to kiss your husbands cheek. “Anytime my love. We’re always here for you.”

[dino-boyo-agere]

AgeRe YouTube Channel list

Haii!!

I decided to write down my favorite age-regression YouTube channels, as well as some I just really like to watch when I'm tiny!

Some of those channels are sparse in their uploading schedule, diverted their theme away from regression or have stopped uploading all together. Nonetheless, even in those cases, their old videos on/ about AgeRe are still a great watch and I highly recommend checking them out!

!! of course it's all SFW content aswell !!

So, without further ado, here is my list..

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Age regression channels:

• ri's space (formerly known as Rileys littlespace)

• Smolbinkie

• AspenSprout

• Babie dani

• Little Moo Moo (i love them so much + their a POC) ╰→ ! they are DDLG aligned, but still make SFW content !

• Vexedbabie

• Princess smol bean

• Natalie's age regression

• milkwebs

• Little kitty space

• Xlittle.plantx

• Small safe space

• cottagebabydol

• Little Disreactions (AgeRe themed/ coded ASMR)

• Blond boy (i think this one's actually ABDL tho?)

• LittleBabysLittleSpace (this one's also ABDL)

Crafting channels:

• NerdEcrafter (always fun when smol)

• North of the Border (great for spookie tiny ones)

• Bobby Duke Arts

• Studson Studio

• Nick Zametti

• Ten Hundred

• I did a thing 

• Jazza (also especially kiddo friendly)

• Evan and Katelyn

• Kasey Golden

• Moriah Elizabeth

• Super Rae dizzle

• Maquaroon

• Dollightfull

• HeXtian

• Tyler Tube

Toy and slime review channels:

• ashens (idk why lil me luvs to watch this, u might too)

• Great Big Toy Box

• Next Jen (Main of GBTB)

• Sandaisy

• It's kristiii

Learning channels:

• Mrs. Rachel (recommended by @zack-agere)

• William Osman

• TheBackyardScientist

• Be Smart (recommended by @zack-agere)

• Crash Course Kids

• Free School

• Peekaboo Kidz

• It's AumSum Time

• Clever Kids

• BRIGHT SIDE Series

• Toy Time Town

• SciShow Kids

• BE AMAZED

• KLT (learning with songs, for smol & big kids)

• Danny Go! (rlly like dis one, even has a vid on ASL!!)

• Kids TV123 (learning with songs, for extra tiny ones)

Dino channels:

• The Dinosaur Channel

• Dinosaurs

• Ben G Thomas

Space Channels:

• Future Space

• PBS Space Time

• History of the Universe

• melodysheep (has some really great vids on space!)

Arcade channels:

• Push Time Wins

• Kawaii arcade master

TV/ Movie talk Channels:

Pugly

Dylan Is In Trouble

Alex Hefner's TV and Movie Vault

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That's all the channels I can think of thus far, I'm more than happy to add your suggestions aswell though! I would actually really appreciate some more recommendations on channels, especially if u have any SFW agere boy channels, aswell as channels that are highly focused on dinosaurs or space!

Thank you for reading!

I hope this helps some of y'all to find some more people to connect to in our amazing community!!

Love y'all 💞 ~ ฅ⁠|°▿▿▿▿°|ฅ

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[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 23

we're re-using pictures and idc

Zoe and Cillian made their way back to the house - it was about 7am by the time they got back. As they made their way through the yard and towards the back door, they could see John and Jen in the kitchen, decorating it for Sophie for when she came downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey you two!" Jen said as Zoe and Cillian entered. "Early morning walk?"

"Yea, he's never been on east coast beaches so I had to take him and show him that it's not all like what Jersey shore on MTV shows" Zoe said, taking off her hoodie.

Cillian raised his eyebrow. "yea, because I'm their target audience, clearly," He said, pulling a laugh out of everyone in the room.

"Everything looks great, Jen! i had no idea you were planning this, I wouldn't of ditched you guys and helped if I knew," Zoe said apologetically.

"it's okay! It's really not too much," Jen said, wiping her brow.

Before Zoe could reply, they heard a soft pitter-patter of tiny feet coming down the stairs. They all stood behind the island and waited for Sophie. In true toddler fashion, the steps on the stairs were very slow.. but as soon as those little feet hit the bottom step, the sound grew faster and faster, indicated she was running towards the kitchen.

"I'M TREE YEARS OLD!!!" Sophie mispronounced, running into the kitchen. She was in feetie pajamas, hair a mess, but the biggest smile on her face.

Jen ran to her and scooped her up. "Happy Birthday my baby!! I love you so much!" She said in between showering her with kisses. John followed her, taking Sophie from her arms. "Where did my baby go? Who's this big girl?!?"

"It's me daddy!!" John laughed. "I love you Sophie Bean. Happy Birthday my girl," John said, squeezing her.

Zoe and Cillian stayed behind the island, watching the small family in front of them. Zoe could feel tears in her eyes. Jen and John were the best parents, always showering Sophie with hugs and kisses, it's no doubt Sophie felt loved. Isn't that how it should be? Zoe felt that from her dad, but never from her mom. She vowed that if she ever became a mom, she'd do everything right. As she got older and older, the idea of her having kids started fading away, and as much as Zoe didn't want to admit it - she was scared. She wanted to have a family. And her fear was that time was running out.

Zoe's racing mind was interrupted when she felt an arm wrap around her waist as Cillian pulled her into his side. It's like he could sense she was getting emotional. He gave her a squeeze and kissed her on the side of her head.

"ZoZo I'm tree and look at the unicorns!!" Sophie said as she was finally set down by her parents. Zoe quick wiped her eyes and picked Zoe up.

"Only the best for the birthday girl! Happy birthday bestie" She said, kissing her cheeks. Sophie laughed and then - as to everyone's shock - held out her arms to Cillian.

"Keeyan It's my birthday!!" She said, leaning towards him with her arms outstretched.

Without missing a beat, Cillian took her from Zoe and Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a hug.

"I know! And someone's having a party today I think," Cillian said, laughing at everyone's faces. It's not like Sophie to warm up to strangers so fast, especially having them hold her a mere 12 hours after meeting them.

"That's why there's unicorns, I'm having a unicorn party," Sophie said, very seriously.

"Oh thank you for pointing that out. I was confused," Cillian said back, very seriously.

"How come I didn't get a hug," Zoe said, acting hurt. She was half joking.. and half not.

"Group hug" Sophie said, holding out one arm to her, other arm still around Cillian.

"Yea, get over here," Cillian said, taking his free hand and pulling Zoe into her.

Never in a million years Zoe would have imagined this.

"Who's ready for some breakfast??" Jen said. "Soph, I got some unicorn pancakes for you, some scrambly eggs, some strawberries, some chocolate milk all with your name on it" She continued as she made her way to the stove.

"okay" Sophie said, finally being put down onto the ground. She walked to her spot at the table and pulled out her chair, not without John following her and help her.

"I'm gonna head out and grab the food we ordered. Cillian, you up for a ride? I could use the extra hands," John asked.

"Absolutely, let me just go get changed," Cillian said, nodding. He looked at Zoe then made his way upstairs. Zoe hung behind, looking at John.

"Don't scare him off, please" Zoe said, pleading with John.

"Scare him off? I'm the most normal one in this family," John laughed, putting on his sneakers.

"This is true, If Ma didn't scare him off the man might be fearless," Zoe mumbled.

After about 5 minutes Cillian came downstairs, changed into blue jeans, a white T-shirt and boots. He had his sunglasses and wallet in his hands. "I'm all set whenever you are," He said to John.

John nodded and they both made their way out the front door. After the door closed, Zoe turned to Jen at the stove, flipping pancakes.

"Should I be worried?" Zoe asked.

"It's John." Jen said in a monotone voice. "He's no threat I assure you"

"Did you tell him about.. the arrangement we have?"

"Zoe Parker, are you asking me if I lied to my precious angel husband?" Jen said, acting shocked.

"Yes." Zoe said, blinking.

"I did, but only because I know he would tell his buddies that his sister-in-law is sleeping with Tommy Shelby, and I don't want that to get around if it isn't genuine," Jen said, turning back to her pancakes.

Yea. It wasn't genuine... was it?

--

"Figured you needed a break from that damn female Parker gene," John said to CIllian as he made his way to the main road.

"Haha, you guys aren't bad, trust me. I have 2 sisters, it's nothing I haven't seen, Cillian replied.

"I also wanted to talk to you," John said. "It's nothing bad," he quickly followed up.

"All good, Cillian said, acting cool as a cucumber. Inside, he could feel his heart beat a little faster. Was he about to be interrogated right now?

"I assume Zoe told you about her mom... and her dad," John said, trying to pick his words carefully.

Cillian nodded.

"So you know how close she was with her dad. She puts him on a pedestal. and I get it - he was a great man. Jen and I have known each other since grade school and started dating freshman year of high school, so I've been around. He was great, but he... he wasn't perfect. He saw... a lot of things as a firefighter that stayed with him. He would drink... a lot. It would never get to the point where he would hit or yell at anyone, but he would be passed out on the floor in the living room, or the backyard. Their mom did her best to hide it from Jen and Zoe. Jen was old enough... she would find him sometimes. But... I think her and her mom collectively hid it from Zoe. If they could of hid the diagnosis from Zoe, I think they would have. I remember it clear as day... Jen's mom called Jen when they found out he had terminal lung cancer; she hung up the phone and the first thing, the FIRST thing out of Jen's mouth was 'My dad is going to die... how am I supposed to tell Zoe?' "

"Wow," Cillian said. This is not what he thought was going to happen.

"Listen, man. I'm not saying to not listen to Zoe. I love Zoe. I want the world for her. I know she struggles.. I just don't want it to seem like Jen and her mom - especially her mom - are bad people. I was there when her dad would come home, drunk, and throw up all over the place. I would help her mom and Jen move him to the bedroom before Zoe woke up for school. I think Zoe's mom... she just wants everything perfect for Jen and Zoe. Shield them from everything. Is she perfect? no. She says off-comment things all the time, to Jen too, so don't think Jen doesn't get some of those too. I think Jen understands her mom's personality and knows when she means well. and I know for a fact, for a FACT that Zoe's mom loves her more than anything. That's her baby. Do you know every time she calls Zoe, she calls Jen afterwards in tears? Just saying how she's losing her, and she doesn't know what she can do. Again, I know it's her own fault but... It's Zoe too. I think they both just have very strong personalities and they clash. To be honest - I think they are exactly the same; that's why they clash. And it kills me that Zoe thinks and tells people her mom doesn't love her -"

"She's never said that," Cillian interjected. "At least to me. Just that they don't get along."

John nodded. "Okay, good. Because trust me.. the way Zoe's mom talks about her... you would think she put the stars in the sky."

"really?" Cillian questioned. This was far, far from the mom Zoe described.

"Oh my god, she won't stop about her. How proud she is of her. Do you know she has every article Zoe has ever written? She goes out and buys the magazine, cuts it out, and puts it in a photo album somewhere. Sometimes she scans them and emails them to other family members. I'm sure if she could figure out Facebook, she would post them there too. She always calls Jen to see if Jen saw the article. It drives Jen crazy," John said, laughing. He pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off.

"Listen. I'm sorry if I just talked your ear off. I just... it's been years of seeing Zoe and her mom fight, then seeing Zoe call Jen crying, then Zoe's mom calling Jen crying. I know they'll work it out. I know they will, they love each other too much wether they want to admit it or not. I just... I just don't want her mom to be painted as some villan. Do I think it was right that her mom took them to disneyland the day after they buried their dad? No. But as I get older and now being a father... I'd do anything to distract Soph from this shitty world. I'd do anything to make her smile. She has a good heart. And means well. And she cries over Zoe at night. That's all I'm saying," He said, finally opening the door.

"I get it man. Thank you. I don't doubt they'll figure it out too. Mother-daughter relatinoships can be tough. But never one did Zoe say she thinks her mom doesn't love her. I think they're just.. very alike, like you said," Cillian said, following him into the deli. "Hopefully they work it out soon."

"Yea. So... about season 6 of Peaky"

"Don't push it."

"Can't blame me for trying" John said, holding the door open and letting Cillian walk inside.

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"we're here," John announced, balancing the pizza boxes in one hand as he opened the door with another. Cillian followed him with boxes of freshly made wraps.

They made their way through the kitchen and into the yard. They walked into a yard full of pink, balloons, and a bounce house. Zoe, her mom and Jen were working to make everything perfect.

"We locked Sophie in her room so she wouldn't see," Jen said, wiping her brow. We're about done. But she's probably ready for a nap so I guess put the food in the kitchen for now until the other kids show up," Jen said, walking past them into the house.

"And now many kids are coming, again?" John asked.

"About 10," Jen yelled over her shoulder.

"Just how I wanted to spend my Saturday, around 10 3-year-olds," John said, rolling his eyes. He looked at Cillian, "Let me know when you're about to lose your mind, I have beer hidden in the shed," He continued, as he walked back into the house.

Zoe walked up to Cillian, a sweaty mess. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. She was sweaty and probably smelled. She had bags under eyes and her lips were chapped.

"you look beautiful," Cillian said, placing her hands on her hips. Zoe made a face.

"You're just saying that. I'm gross," She said, placing her hands on his chest to push him away.

"Nope. you're beautiful to me. Come here, smelly," He said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her into him,kissing her on the lips. She laughed against him before kissing him back.

"Wanna go upstairs and shower and nap?" She asked.

"Sounds lovely.. I was woken up at 5am this morning by the beautiful girl in my bed and got dragged to watch the sunrise," He said, holding onto her hand as she lead the way up the stairs.

"Sounds like a keeper, if you ask me" Zoe said.

Cillian laughed. "you haven no idea."

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Cillian and Zoe were in bed, post shower. They were exhausted and planned on taking a nap, but they couldn't stop talking to each other. From food, movies, books family... they couldn't stop.

"Can you believe my mom didn't make it downstairs to help?" Zoe said. "She wasn't even home. I don't even know where she is."

Cillian felt his breath hitch. He felt weird talking about Zoe's mom with her after his conversation with John.

"I'm sure she was out doing something for the party," he replied.

"Yea, sure. She's probably out playing pickle-ball or god knows what. Her first, always. Us, second. That's how it always is,that's how it always will be," Zoe said, rolling her eyes and rolling onto her back. "All I know is, my dad wouldn't miss this for the world."

Cillian weighed his options. It wasn't his place to talk about her Dad, and definitely not the one to tell her that might not of been the perfect man she thought he was. What good would that do? It would only upset her. He rather her remember her dad as the best dad he could be.

"Your mom will be there, I'm sure of it," He said. "I'm sure she threw you parties when you were younger."

"Yea, they were always so over the top. I didn't want all that. I wanted a party in the backyard like Sophie's having," She said. Cillian could feel her getting angrier just at the memories of her mom.

He was silent for a moment, choosing his words very carefully.

"I think... just because someone doesn't love you the way you want to be loved, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."

Zoe looked at Cillian. "Maybe. I don't know. I don't want to talk about her," She replied.

"So let's not." Cillian said, draping his arm over her and closing her eyes. "Try and get some sleep, love. We have a party to attend in a couple hours."

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The party went off without a hitch. Everything was perfect, and none of the toddlers had a meltdown or started crying.... but that doesn't mean Cillian and John didn't sneak off to the shed for a beer or two.

They had just sang happy birthday and cake was being passed around. Cillian and Zoe took a slice and backed away from the party, sitting the deck steps.

"I'm furious," Zoe said softly to Cillian. "She missed the entire party. Her only granddaughter."

"Yea.. that's ... quite weird," Cillian said, agreeing with her. He was beginning to believe maybe John got it all wrong.

"Is there a birthday girl here?!" They heard someone yell from the side of the house. Jen spun around, "Oh grandma decided to finally show- OH MY GOD"

Zoe and Cillian looked at each other, then stood up to look where the voice was coming from.

"GRANDMA GOT ME A HORSE!!!" Sophie said, getting off her chair and running towards it.

"You're not keeping her, but Sandy here came by and wanted to wish you a happy birthday and give you some birthday rides around the yard!" Zoe's mom replied. "And again, please don't call me grandma honey"

Zoe's mom hoisted her up onto the saddle, grabbd the reigns and started the slow walk around the yard.

"Is she kidding me???!" Zoe exclaimed, looking at Cillian. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yea but, look how happy Sophie is," He said, pointing to the smiling child on the horse.

"I don't care about that! I care about the moment she missed this morning when she came down the stairs to the kitchen! That's what is important, not gifts!!" Zoe rebuttled

"Maybe that's how she shows her love" Cillian shrugged again, wanting to end the conversation. He was interrupted by his phone ringing. He checked who it was - his manager. He ignored it, he'll call her back.

Zoe looked out at Sophie... she WAS happy. But still. It's not about that. Memories are important, not gifts.

Zoe threw the rest of the slice of cake out and headed inside to go to the bathroom. Once in there, she splashed some water on her face and took a deep breath. As much as she enjoyed being here for Sophie's birthday, she was ready to go home. Time and time again her mom proved to her that she will never change. She was tired of it.

She opened the door to Cillian standing by the front door of the house, on the phone. It looked serious, so Zoe waited for him to look at her. Once he did, she gave him a thumbs up, asking if he was okay. Instead of nodding his head or saying "ok" like she thought he would, he held up one finger as if to say 'wait a minute'. She leaned against the wall as he wrapped up the call.

"Yea. Yea i'll let her know. Yup. Monday morning 10am. We'll be there. Bye," He said, hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Zoe asked.

"Uh.. it was Hannah," He replied, looking down at his phone. He seemed on edge, and wasn't making eye contact with her. "We have a meeting... on Monday morning" He continued.

"Okay... for what?"

"Well..." He said gently. "Our term is coming to an end it seems," He said finally making eye contact with her.

"What are you talking about?"

Cillian looked at her and sighed.

"We have to organize our breakup."

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I don't know if you've done this before: headcanons on Marty Junior and Marlene?

I'm almost positive I have done some sort of Junior and Marlene headcanon post, but I can't find it, so here are some off the top of my head. Gonna go with the versions of them that I imagine for the timeline that's fixed—where the Rolls Royce accident never happened—and Marty and Jennifer aren't miserable, lol. I think both Junior and Marlene would be more well adjusted in that one (especially Junior!)

• The difference in their personalities is evident to Marty and Jen pretty much from the start, with Marlene being the louder, more demanding of the twins and Junior being a much "easier" baby.

• They're extremely close, and Marlene naturally takes on the role of Junior's protector. Often, Marty and Jen have to remind Marlene to take a step back because she's being a little too much of a mother-hen to her brother, and they want Junior to learn to stand on his own two feet.

• Fixed-timeline Junior is quite different from the version of him in the 2015 we see in the movie. He's been raised in a more stable environment with a father who hasn't been defeated by life, so he's not the wimpy, scared little greasy guy who's easily pushed around. He's more sure of himself, not so easily frazzled, and is every bit as big-hearted as his father.

• Junior is not neurotypical. (How can he be? Look at Marty and George) I don't have a specific diagnosis in mind, but I know a draft of part II made reference to him being in a remedial school (and failing) so there's likely some learning disorder at play. In one of my Doctober chapters that include two-year-old versions of the twins, Clara's excited to learn that Junior has picked up a few new words—meanwhile, Marlene is using full sentences—so I do headcanon him as having been delayed in some areas.

[Side note: in that same scene, Doc tells Marty not to worry about Junior's progress, since Jules didn't start speaking until three-and-a-half, lol]

• Marty loves, loves, loves Marlene so much, but sometimes he thinks that she will be the death of him. Especially when she's young and full of sass and always getting into everything and he's struggling to keep up with her. He and Jen 100% lose Marlene in the mall on more than one occasion, and when they find her, she's just like, *shrug.*

• The twins have a special bond with Doc and Clara. Clara dotes on them but is especially close with Junior while Doc is closer to Marlene. When the kids are little and Marty and Jen feel like they're about to collapse from exhaustion, they dump Junior and Marlene at the Brown home and know they'll be well taken care of.

• As Marlene gets older, she's really into fashion, so she's close with her Aunt Linda. I can see Marlene being popular, but she's the type of popular girl who's liked by everyone. She has attitude, but she's not mean.

• Junior is just...Junior. He loves life and is out there doing his thing. He's the type who has a new hobby or interest every week, and Marty and Jen just have to roll with it. He walks in from school one day and goes, "I'm going to be a famous dancer, I decided" and then a week later says, "I want to learn to build a car" and they're just like, "Oh. Okay."

• I think they'd both try to learn an instrument at some point (likely guitar taught by Marty) but I can't decide if either of them would stick with it long term. Somehow, I don't see them being musicians.

• There's a part of me that wants to say an older Marlene eventually learns about time travel and all the wild stuff Marty went through. Idk how it would happen, though. Maybe she overhears something whispered between her parents in private or maybe she's just very perceptive and notices her father being weird about certain events in his life, so she corners him and is like, "Okay, Dad, spill the beans." Perhaps she's also put together some clues in all her time spent with Doc.

Thats about all I've got for now. Thanks for the ask!

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Jen and Hazel return to the table with a bottle of wine with condensation on it and four glasses from the china cabinet. I have that feeling again like I am pretending to be somebody I am not as I yank the cork out of the bottle and pour some for each of us. I don’t really know how much wine goes into a normal glass, I realise, as I have only ever had it straight from the bottle or whichever cup was available, when measures didn’t seem like an important thing.  

“Not so much,” Hazel giggles, covering her glass with her hand, “It goes to my head very easily, you see, I’ve only been drinking since February.”

I assume that’s when she turned eighteen, and I find it interesting, actually, to encounter a person who waited, actually waited until the law said she could drink. Hazel is not like the rest of us, we who necked cans of lager at thirteen and said ludicrous, performative things like “Oh I’m sick of drinking, I feel like I’ve done enough of it,” by sixteen. I ponder too, as I sit back and swish the liquid around in its stemmed vessel whether my new, adult life will have a lot of new things like dinner parties and wine from proper glasses. The thought alone makes me feel strange and unprepared.

Over our food, Hazel shares an anecdote about one of her uncles who crashed his motorbike and survived. She’s a very unusual sort of person, and the way she speaks, by delivering shocking or disgusting details is as though she has no notion of the impact they might have upon us while eating, but still, I like her, and I can see why Jen does too. There must be something freeing about being her, like it has never once occurred to her to consider another person's opinion of her, and it’s the kind of thing you might hope would rub off on you after being around her for long enough.

Jen gazes adoringly at her the entire time, hanging on her every word with a full, untouched plate in front of her and I think that it’s also funny that Hazel seems entirely oblivious to Jen’s feelings, blatantly on her sleeve. Jen and I are made of the same things. She would say that there is some cosmic reason, written by the stars or the planets, but we can never disguise our emotion. Always pining, forever yearning for something or someone-

“Why do you put so much sauce on everything?” Michelle says, out of nowhere. 

“I dunno? I just like sauce.”

Jen is irritated that we have interrupted Hazel’s flow, “Jude always piles sauce onto things, I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“Yeah but it’s so much, I'm just a bit disgusted looking at it, especially while listening to this story about Hazel’s uncle's injuries.”

A glob of red sauce and mayonnaise drops out of the bottom of my burger and I scoop it from the plate with my finger, “You shouldn’t look then.”

She scoffs, and there is a brief but uncomfortable pause at the table that I ignore in favour of turning my face away and watching Goose instead. Goose who is mesmerised by a little brown bird that has landed just outside the window. He paws hungrily at the window with paws pink like jelly beans and opens his mouth in a silent mew of frustration. 

“I’m going inside for a minute,” I announce, though Hazel is now in the middle of the most shocking and gruesome part of her story, where her uncle's wound turns septic or something, and has to pause again for me, but I have developed a keen sense for when it’s time to take space from Michelle and let her get over whatever specific thing about me that is bothering her at any given moment. I slip away and carefully let myself inside the dining room, blocking Goose with my legs as I do. 

“Hello, Goosey, do you mind if I hang out with you for a minute?” 

He chirps and blinks his big, dopey eyes, and I take it as a sign that he’s cool with it, and I let him weave around my ankles as I scratch his head with two fingers. I feel a surge of affection, maybe even sympathy for him and his weird little face, stroking his fuzzy chest now as he flips over onto his back with four legs in the air like a dog.  

We had a cat back in Albuquerque, Soda Popinski, named for a character from Mike Tyson’s Punch Out, an NES game that my cousin Justin got addicted to when he was nine. Justin was fourteen when I was born, and Soda Popinski was around for much, much longer. She was a big, surly tabby who lay in the sun for ninety percent of her day and sometimes ate the flies that buzzed around the terrace door, if she could be bothered. The other ten percent was spent hunting, us specifically, hiding behind corners to lunge at us, or tricking us into rubbing her belly so that she could grate ten inches of skin from our forearms for being so thick. Everyone in the house discussed Soda in tones that suggested she was pure evil from birth, but in an affectionate way, because it’s not as though we were ever going to get rid of her. She was as part of the house as the screws that held its frame together, and the idea of not having her terrorising us was almost sad.

I don’t think she hated us, it was simply her nature to be a bit savage, and I imagined that she was nastier to other creatures than she was to our family. Sometimes she’d leap in through the bathroom window when it was open, usually conveniently while someone was in the bath, with a dead bird or mouse in her chops, proudly dropping it on the edge of the tub in a pool of its own blood as if she were paying her rent, and I suppose it was some shade of love. 

She went missing the year I moved away. Aunt Maureen told me during our weekly phone call, and gently suggested that some older cats go away to hide when they were ready to die. I was crushed knowing that the house I had grown up in would never feel exactly the same ever again.

When I cried over Soda Popinski I cried over everything, all of it, the change and the unfamiliarity, all of the upheaval that I wasn't ready for, but that was the only time I let myself do it in front of anyone. I told my mom it was just because of the cat. She believed me and stopped asking.

I scoop Goose into my arms and carry him into the kitchen so that he can keep me company while I forage a can of 7-Up from the fridge, something I feel I’d prefer to be drinking than the wine that remains as not-very-nice as it’s always been, despite being served correctly in an adult glass. I sip it in peace on the kitchen island for a while as the kitten climbs all over me like he thinks I’m a tree, eventually resting where my neck and back curves and purrs there, his vibrations rumbling through to my chest. 

We enjoy several minutes of blissful solitude before there is a tap on the window. 

“Jude!” Jen is waving at me, “What are you doing in there? Come back out, and will you bring another bottle of wine when you do?”

I shoot her a thumbs up and carefully lift Goose onto the floor, then pull something at random from the wine rack. He’s at my ankles the whole way to the door. “You like me, don’t you? You’re infatuated with me.” I say to him, as though it isn’t total projection. 

“God, no, Jude,” Michelle starts the moment I open the door, “it was the wine from the fridge. Not that one.”

I glance at the bottle, “We can't just have this one?”

“No, because it’s the wrong one.”

“Isn't wine just wine, though?”

She uses the slow, impatient voice on me that teachers used to when they thought I was being stupid on purpose, “That one is red wine, we’ve not been drinking red wine we’ve been drinking white, and also, it’s not even the one that I bought for-”

“Goose!” Hazel shrieks and I almost drop the bottle onto the patio. The kitten is a grey blur as he makes a dash for the bushes.  This moment, far too late, is when I realise I have left the door ajar. 

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baby Jen seeing the way SH does the shoulder kisses on Tav and always greets Tav that way when she comes back to the cottage after being away

I am DECEASED!!! I LOVE that kiss!!! Shadowheart is so intimate and playful in it, it kills me 😭❤️

Not Baby Jen thinking it’s how Tav is supposed to be greeted every time!!! 🥹 precious chubby little toddler bean. She adamantly demands to be scooped up in Shadowheart’s arms and lifted to her shoulders. I don’t even think she kisses right, just kinda smushes her face against each of Tav’s shoulders 💀

Oh mannnnn the way Serena would eat her up. Her little Shadowheart!!! Her absolute favorite sight in the world to come home to- Shads and their beautiful giggling baby girl, clapping excitedly for her arrival.

Brilliant addition to the Baby-Jen-is-just-miniature-Shadowheart collection of traits she has!!!