#proud dad edward proud dad edward

[applesaucesims]

The pub owner had quite enjoyed the first performance of Kenny and the Kats and thus invited them to perform regularly.

At the beginning, their jazz was mostly heard as background noise by visitors of the establishment. But soon, they noticed certain listeners reappearing and seeming to do so more for the music than the drinks.

Of course, Ken's family would come to see him and his band perform some nights, too. Seeing the proud sparkle in his parents' eyes gave him an extra boost in confidence, especially from his mother who had taught him the art that he was making his career.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Edward: "That's my boy!"

*Maureen and Emma laughing*

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad bod! Miguel again…

Relationship weight gain is kinda inevitable when both parties are in absolute love with each other, and Miguel, despite being a total specimen, is no exception to this.

By now, you and Miguel have been dating for quite a bit, and you noticed Miguel getting a lil chunky. Not something you protested. At all. In fact, you were living for it. Yea, Miguel was gorgeous with those rock hard abs and that slutty waist of his that you were beginning to envy, but once his dad bod came in… dayum.

Miguel, however, did feel slightly embarrassed about it all, even though you reminded him everyday that he’s literally the most gorgeous man. Ever. It wasn’t about him, though. He was more concerned about you; that you wouldn’t see him the same way anymore, but you didn’t mind reassuring him a million times that he is all you want and ever need. Plus, it’s a dad bod, literally the best bod, like, c’mon now.

You’d watch him walk around the house with sweatpants on and no shirt, perky pecs (you could’ve sworn he had more titty than you, Jesus Christ), chest hair, pumped arms, fluffy abdomen and a tiny peek of a happy trail that could make your womanhood quiver. All that on full display for you and only you to ogle at. God, he was gorgeous. You, lying in bed, would bite your lip at the piece of work in front of you. Miguel was hunched over on his computer, which he dwarfed with his hands and build, reviewing some lab reports. Your eyes traced along his muscles, some of his stretch marks, and the one or two rolls he had on his side. How can a man look so delicious even while working?

“Whatcha looking at, mama?” He doesn’t look up.

“Oh, nothing… just the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

He finally looks up from the computer and smiles at you.

“That’s all you, mamita.”

You smile back. You still get butterflies with this man. You reach your arms out.

“C’mere, come to bed. I need my teddy bear.”

He chuckles. “ya mismo, beba, I only have one more left. I’ll be right there.”

You drop your hands in defeat. He says only one more, but you knew it would take him at least like 30 minutes to look over those things. He likes to be real thorough with them. You loved that your man had brains, but sometimes you wish he would just relax once in a while.

An idea flickered in your mind.

“Baby…”

“Yea, mama?” He mumbles, eyes concentrated on his screen.

“…how many kids would you want?”

He immediately perks up. Oh, now you’ve got his undivided attention.

“Kids?” He says, almost a little too excited, “What made you think about that?”

“Ohhh, I dunno… it’s just that you’ve got this dad look goin’ and… it’s been making think, y’know?”

“‘Dad look’?” He says with a humored smile.

“Well yea… I really like it. You’re lookin husky and thick, it’s so… sexy.”

The computer has been officially closed. Your plan is working.

“Oh yea?” His voice becomes lower, more sensual, as he climbs onto bed, his gaze becoming hungry. Miguel towers over you until he settles down on the comforter, nestled up right next to you, his thick thigh draped over both of yours. He rests his burly arm over your stomach, pulling you even closer to his warm body. Now that he lays next to you on the bed, you feel way smaller against him. You loved that.

“Mhm… it’s hard to not picture you with our future kids when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that. I’d make you such a cute daddy.” You coo, your hands brushing against his chest, playing with the hair there, occasionally caressing down to his soft mid-section. “Aw, baby… and I’d make you such a beautiful mommy,” Miguel groans into your neck, placing a kiss there, his hand goes up under his t shirt you’re wearing, caressing circles on your stomach as he imagines a bump there, “fuck, just thinking about you being pregnant makes me hot.“ His hand moves up to grab one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze, his index finger giving your bud some attention, “and these filled with milk? coño, no puedo esperar.” He moans, his voice strained.

“So how many you want, daddy? Name a number and I’ll give em’ to you.”

Miguel just looks at you dumbfounded. He doesn’t know whether to get emotional or just pin you to the bed and fill you up with his kid to get a head start on this family. He thinks he’ll choose the latter.

“Mamita, I want however many you can give me.” he grabs you by the chin and smashes his lips against yours in a tongue-eating kiss. “Mmgonna look so pretty all swollen for me.” He then placed himself in between your legs, completely caging you in his broad shoulders and arms, his belly brushing up against your stomach. It’s not the only thing you feel, as you also feel his thick hard on when his hips start grinding against your weeping cunt.

“Mi princesita wants to make me a daddy, huh?” He says in a mocking voice. You nod, making a timid noise, aroused by his dominance. You look down to see a wet spot on his sweatpants, his precum seeping through from your little daddy talk no doubt. His mouth sucks and nips at the delicate skin on your neck, your shirt being hastily raised, your now wet panties shortly following the shirt. You’re in for it now. A victorious smirk growing on your face knowing that that last report would be saved for another day.

“Baby, What about your report?”

“It can wait.”

Spoiler alert: He rails you like a dog in heat, cream pies you multiple times, and makes sure none of it goes to waste!!! <3333 u got what u wanted!!! Yay!!!

A/n: He is very gorjus to me, ur honor!!! <33333

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!!

[wishfulsketching]

More cozy older gotham nygmobblepot plzzzz the way you draw them it's so hrdxbhe

Does this count? The first meeting with older Martin

Not really nygmob but don't worry, more older nygmob is in the future

[brobiwan-kenobi-412]

im rewatching brotherhood and oh my god the way mustang watches ed during his state alchemist exam, this man is SUCH a proud dad

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Gremlins, 1984

Pairing: Charlie Swan x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: He always looks mildly disappointed its hilarious

Charlie stood off to the side of the party, for being inconspicuous, the Cullens sure knew how to throw a Christmas party. Bella absolutely forced him to come, saying she needed someone to brood with in the corner. He watched as Edward held her close, she stood on his toes as he danced with her to the slow song. 

Ew. 

He sips his champagne, looking around at everyone. They were all dressed so nicely, but even in his best suit, he still felt undressed. Why did he ever let Bella talk him into going to this stupid party? He didn’t even have Billy there to make fun of people with. 

“Mind if I hide with you?” 

He looks around for the sound of the voice before eventually looking down. 

Oh. 

“Uh yeah, sure” 

He scoots over a little and you stand next to him, sipping your champagne quietly. It’s pretty easy to check you out from this height, your hair is done up nicely, and he can see little specks of glitter in it. His eyes trail down to the off-the-shoulder, sequins-covered, red dress you’re wearing. The slit is dangerously high and you’re cinched in almost sinfully, your curves perfectly presented in the floor-length gown. 

He leans against the wall, sipping from his glass before clearing his throat. 

“You uh… friends with the Cullens? Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before” 

You look up at him, taking a couple tiny steps backward to be next to him. He stands tall and turns to you, looking into your pretty lavender eyes and trying his damndest to ignore your plush chest on display. 

“Yeah actually! I’m friends with Rosalie and Emmett! I would be friends with Edward too if he wasn’t always acting like a moody emo teen, and that’s an insult to moody emo teens ” 

You giggle stepping to the side and hiding behind him a bit as Edward glares in your direction. Charlie snickers and looks down at you, watching you narrow your eyes at him until he turns away. 

“What about you?” You ask, coming out from your little hiding place when the coast is clear “How did you end up here?”

“I’m uh- I’m Bella’s- dad” He’s not sure why he’s hesitating to admit it? Being a dad was the single most important thing he’d ever done in his life, he was proud of his daughter! So… why didn’t he want you to know that? 

Your eyes widen a little and you look at him, before looking back at Bella and Edward. 

“Oh!…oh,” You say quietly and he knocks back the rest of his champagne, setting his glass down on the floating trays and grabbing a new one. That… stung? Your reaction stung and he’s not sure why but it’s definitely irritating him a little bit. 

It’s… incredibly awkward for a moment before you take another sip of your drink, staring down into the glass sheepishly. 

“Uhhh sorry I kinda made fun of your son-in-law” 

“At least I know I can trust you” He mumbles around his glass and you toss your head back and laugh as he sticks his hand out. 

“Charlie”

“Y/N” You smile up at him, shaking his hand.  It’s so warm and strong, he bends forward, kissing your knuckles and you nearly burst right there. He gives you a wink and you shyly pull your hand away, your cheeks flushing as you turn back toward the dance floor. 

“You know um- you don’t…if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look old enough to be a dad. You look um, really, uh- good for your age. You know whatever your age is or whatever” 

That gets his attention again, he looks down at you, looking over your figure and your eyes meet his, he doesn’t even care you’ve caught him staring. 

“I’m not a dinosaur you know” He scoffs and you laugh, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm as you stumble a little.  He takes your glass away, putting it on the tray, his hand settling on your waist to steady you. 

“I’m not saying you are!“ 

“Uh huh sure and I’m just supposed to believe you’re puttin’ the moves on me?” He chuckles and you suddenly shut up, your cheeks turning pinker, his laugh dies down and he looks at you 

“Wait are you actually-“ 

“Do you dance, Charlie?” You ask suddenly, blurting it out and he looks over, the song they’re playing is another slow one, it’s more intimate than the last few slow ones that had played 

“No?” He says, but you’re pulling on his hand, dragging him from the safety of his corner and to the dance floor. His feet have a mind of their own as he follows after you because his actual mind is screaming with giant red lights flashing that this is a bad idea you’re way too young for him. 

But suddenly you’re wrapping your arms around his torso and lying your head on his chest, and he can’t help but sway you to the music. He can feel you humming the old song softly, your eyes closing slowly. Oh, you have to be drunk as hell, or maybe Bella put you up to it. But you didn’t know who he was?? So maybe she didn’t? He doesn’t know- god he just knows that having your body pressed into his is…doing things to him. Things he hasn’t experienced in a while. 

You look up at him, your chin on his chest “I think you dance pretty well” 

“Thanks… so do you” He cups your face, and you smile, leaning into his hands. You sway softly together, and he wraps his arm around your waist and takes your hand, suddenly dancing isn’t so bad. Technically this wasn’t even dancing, it was just… enjoying being close to someone. 

Your hand is so soft in his, you’re so soft, so delicate, he’s afraid he’ll break you. Neither of you realizes the song has ended until Bella and Edward come over, You pull away reluctantly and he lets go of you, suddenly feeling cold.

“Oh hey, Bels. Edward” Charlie greets him with a nod 

“I see you’ve met Y/N” He looks at you and you glare up at him, your nose scrunching 

“I s’pose yeah” 

“How’d you convince him to dance??” Bella scoffs in his direction and he rolls his eyes 

“It was easy!” You look up at him, your hands still connected “I just asked, and didn’t take no for an answer”  

“I’m impressed” She nods and Edward rolls his eyes as he looks away from you, he steps back, pulling Bella with him and she follows after 

“You two enjoy yourselves” she calls out as he loses her in the crowd

“Wonder what that was about” Charlie mumbles and you shrug 

“That Eddy is one weird guy”

“Eddy?” Charlie looks at you and you snicker, pulling him away from the dance floor 

“He hates when I call him that” 

If you told Charlie that one day he’d be out on a balcony, holding onto the hips of a pretty little thing who decided she had no choice but to sit on the stone railing while it was lightly snowing making her look like a damn Angel…

He’d book you for public intoxication… and bothering him. 

But here he was, holding onto your hips, standing between your legs, and getting closer by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck, just, “casually” placing them there and his fingers tighten on your hips just “trying to keep you safe” 

“Thanks for coming out here with me, I know it’s kinda cold but I just needed some fresh air,” You tell him, looking up at the sky, you close your eyes as little snowflakes fall on your skin, landing gently on your long lashes.

“You look pretty,” He says, and he sounds so dumb when he says it, he just knows he does, but you do, and he needs to tell you that.

“Hm?” You lift your head to look at him, blinking the sparkly droplets away

“I said, you look pretty” He repeats himself, lower this time, and you melt for him. 

“Why thank you, you look pretty too”

“Oh, I do huh?” He smiles, teasing you and you giggle, nodding as you cup his face 

“Mhm, think you cleanup so so nicely” 

“Hey Mr. S!” Your quiet conversation is interrupted by Emmett and Rosalie, she takes one look at the two of you and whacks him in the chest, growling something under her breath. 

“Babe! I was just trying to help a homie out!” He points upward and you both look up, how the hell he missed that he has no idea, but right above your head, there’s mistletoe hanging from the fairy lights 

“Did he just call you his “homie” you whisper, biting your lip to keep from laughing and Charlie sighs loudly, closing his eyes. 

“He did. Yeah” 

Emmett’s very… very loud help has attracted a little crowd, all eagerly waiting, Charlie turns for a second, looking at all of them before looking back to you, an uneasy look on his face. 

“Is this weird? This feels weird” he says and you giggle, nodding 

“Oh yeah no it’s kinda weird” 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Emmett starts a chant and others join in, Rosalie pinches the bridge of her nose, before turning on her heel and stalking back into the building and Charlie lets his head fall on your shoulder for a second before straightening back up 

“Look I’m not gonna force you to-“ 

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as your lips connect with his, it takes him a second to kiss back, moving his lips against yours slowly, tasting you in one of the ways he’d been dreaming of doing all night. You taste like strawberries and something even sweeter and he never wants this to end. 

You finally pull away slowly and the small crowd cheers before going back to their business, but your eyes stay focused on his.

“Woo! Get it Mr. S!” Emmett yells before heading back inside to find Rosalie, and try to talk her down from the mega beat down he knows he’s gonna receive. 

“Get it, Mr. S??” Charlie repeats awkwardly as you both watch him walk in and you laugh, trying not to choke on air 

“He’s really rooting for you” 

“I regret telling him he could watch a baseball game with me” 

“How many times?” 

Charlie turns back around “Legitimately once, he was at the house by himself and decided to come bother me… I suppose we’ve been “homies” ever since…”

“Please never say that again” You snort and he puts his hands back on your hips. 

“What? Homie?” He teases, getting closer and you wrap your arms around his neck again, groaning softly 

“Oh my god yes, it sounds so weird coming from you”

“What’s wrong with expressing my feelings huh? My homie Emmett really came through” Your head falls onto his shoulder as you wriggle in his arms, laughing and dying at the same time 

“Nooo please stop oh my god” 

“You promise to be my homie if I do?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, holding onto him tighter “I promise”

“You gotta say it…and seal it with a kiss” He nudges you and you sit up again, looking into his eyes 

“I promise I’ll be your homie if you stop saying it for the rest of our lives” You kiss him again, this time more intensely now that you’re alone again. He squeezes your hips possessively, his tongue wrapping around yours. You moan softly, your hands carding through his soft black hair and tugging on the ends. You pull his head back and start kissing his neck, sucking and biting to leave behind dark bruises and he moans, it’s so deep and sexy, it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“You wanna take this somewhere else?” You whisper seductively while nibbling his ear and he nods, hopelessly lost in you. 

“Yeah… I know a great storage closet” 

You giggle and slip down off the railing, he pushes you against it, his hands sliding over your waist and kissing you again, he can’t get enough of you and you have absolutely no problem with it. He finally pulls away again and takes your hand, pulling you after him, you have to take quick little steps to match his long strides as you weave through the party. 

“Oh, Dad! Hey,” Bella stops him and you bounce off his back with a squeak, Edward catches you and sets you back on your feet and Charlie looks over to Bella. 

“Uh- Hey, kiddo what’s- what’s up?” He’s still holding your hand and Edward doesn’t miss the way he squeezes it gently, a message.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to know if you wanna hang out a bit? I know I’ve kinda been blowing you off…”

You turn your head up at Edward, narrowing your eyes at him, screaming your…very interesting thoughts at him and he gags a little before reaching for Bella. 

“Why don’t we go find something to eat?” 

“Yeah, why don’t you go find something to eat?” Charlie echoes and she looks at them both like they’re insane 

“Something? To eat?” She says slowly and Edward leans down to whisper something in her ear, you tug on Charlie’s hand and pull on him gently and his feet start moving.  

“I’ll catch up with you later okay?” 

Bella looks between the two of you before whipping her head around to Edward who shakes his head, looking nauseous and Charlie knows he knows what’s going on.

“I didn’t tell her…everything. Just said you needed to have a conversation with her.” 

He hears Edward’s voice in his head and he gives him an awkward thumbs up before following after you. 

“I’ll come find you!” 

He walks faster, ahead of you, and out into the hallways, it’s quieter here, you’re almost sure he can hear your heartbeat as he leads you down the hallway, further away from all the noise.

“You sure know your way around here,” You tell him, and he chuckles

“Kinda my job to know the ins and outs of places” 

He stops in front of a door and reaches into his pocket, his keys jingle as he pulls them out, searching for an odd-looking one and unlocking the door. 

“Skeleton key” he waves it as he puts it back in his pocket and holds the door open for you, flicking on the lights”

It’s clean in there, and the air feels cool. There are a few shelves with various towels and tablecloths. It’s like a glorified linen closet. 

“Hey, you were right! You did know a good closet,” you giggle, leaning your back against the wall. You look up at him, giving him a little come-here motion with your finger.

He unbuttons his coat, sliding it off his shoulders and setting it on one of the shelves before coming over to you, holding your face in his hands. 

“You, are… gorgeous” He mumbles before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You melt into him, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and running your fingers over his chest. 

“Oh… you’re- you’re really” You gesture to his chest, your cheeks flushed and he smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his hardening bulge. 

“And what about this?” 

You look down slowly, your mouth watering “Ohh…my god” 

“You think you can handle it?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it and lifting your dress at the slit, he gathers it around your waist and hands it to you. 

You hold onto your dress, feeling his hand sliding down your thigh, and stroking the smooth skin softly, before rubbing higher. You squirm a little and he kisses your forehead. 

“Patience, honeybee” He walks his fingers up your thigh torturously slow before they finally come into contact with the edge of your panties, you feel him brush his fingers lightly against where you need him most, pressing the hot, wet, fabric against your dripping lips.

“It’s so sticky” He murmurs in your ear “so wet and perfect…” He teases your clit, working it in little circles and you hold onto his arms, rolling your hips on his fingers. Your head falls back against the wall, panting softly as he works you up with skilled precision, bringing you right to the edge. 

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine as he brings it up, licking your slick from his fingers.

“Well don’t you taste just as good as you look?” he purrs, and you squeeze your legs together for any sort of friction. His voice drops a couple octaves as he whispers into your ear, while you unbuckle his belt as fast as your hands can 

“Ah ah, slow down” He puts his hands over yours, slowing your movements “Unwrap it just like a present under the Christmas tree” 

You huff at him but do as he says, pulling his zipper down slowly. His cock strains against his underwear, begging you to release it. 

“Have you been a good girl this year? He hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. 

“The best!! I promise!!” You nod frantically and he reaches back, taking his coat from the shelves again and placing it on the floor in front of you 

“Prove it for me” 

You get on your knees and look up at him, smiling sweetly and pulling down his boxers. His cock pops out, free from the confines of his boxers and your eyes widen as you stare at it. He’s so beautifully sculpted, long and hard, the tip leaking precum and you gasp softly. 

“Holy shit” you whisper and he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, rubbing it along them teasingly

“Come on good girl, open wide and show me you deserve your presents” 

You stroke him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it shyly, you pull away and kiss it, making out with the tip before taking more of him in.

His eyes roll back and he puts his hand on your head, pushing his cock further into your mouth. He rubs your hair and moans quietly before gathering it around his fist and using your face.

“Jesus Christ honeybee” He moans and it occurs to him that it’s been….an embarrassingly long time since he’s done this and he doesn’t think he’s gonna last very long, not with the little choking noises you make as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. 

You hold onto his thighs, bobbing your head as you swallow his cock, you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly as he pushes his cock down your throat and holds it there for a second. You run your tongue along his shaft while moaning softly, sending little vibrations through his body and fuck is he about to cum.

He braces his arm against the wall, rocking his hips into your mouth steadily, as he picks up the pace fucking your face faster and chasing his high. This isn’t gentlemanly, this isn’t the way he was raised, you let the lady cum first but the second you pull him closer, your head against the wall taking him all the way down with your nose buried in the soft curls he’s gone. He holds your hair tighter, biting his fist as he fucks your face, moaning louder than he should and cumming down your throat to the sounds of you choking on him. 

He holds it there for a minute, listening to you gagging and whimpering before he pulls away from you with a satisfying wet pop and you look up at him swallowing every last drop as you stare into his eyes. He can see the blazing fire in yours, the little tears streaming down your face. This night is definitely far from over. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me honeybee”

You arrange his jacket as a little place to sit, panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. He sits next to you with a soft groan and you lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him. 

“I’m uh, sorry that-” he clears his throat awkwardly and you start to giggle as his cheeks turn pink and he whacks your thigh. 

“I'm trying to apologize here!” 

“For what?? that was sooo good” Your voice is a little hoarse, but you seem incredibly pleased and it makes his cock twitch. 

Thank god. 

“I didn’t- I mean, I came kinda fast don’t you think? Not to mention you haven’t” 

“I dunno, I think it’s pretty sexy” You tease, poking his thigh and he leans his head on yours, taking your hand in his.

“Sexy?” He scoffs and you nod, shaking both your heads 

“Definitely! I was so irresistible you couldn’t help but cum down my throat…and if I’m being honest you lasted waaaay longer than I thought you would”

His mouth drops open and he sits up, looking at you “Excuse me?! I think I did pretty damn good”

“Oh yeah sure definitely!” You start giggling again and he gets up, you laugh as he uses the wall for support and he kicks your foot 

“We’ll see whose laughing when we get back to my place” 

“And just what does that mean?” 

He helps you up and gives you a snarky little look as your knees crack and you kick at his leg. He grabs your wrists with one hand and spins you, pinning you to the wall and sliding his hand into your panties, sinking his long fingers inside you. 

“It means I’m gonna be gettin’ a whole lotta calls about a woman screaming” 

[luveline]

hi!! i was wondering if you would write more ab spencer, r, and baby amanda from your single dad au? :o they’re so precious <3

Thank you for your request! ♥︎ fem!reader 1.6k

"How come you aren't hungover?" Spencer asks. 

You can barely hear him over the cacophony of the crowd. You're waiting for Hotch to finish his decathlon, the girls in their sunglasses, Jack and Morgan holding a homemade sign aloft. 

Amanda's sitting on the barrier with her weight against Spencer's chest, her soft brown hair splayed out against his collar like a wave. 

"I know the meaning of moderation," you say with a sweet smile. 

You might be imagining the pinking of his cheeks. "Not moderate enough, clearly," he jokes. 

JJ hadn't picked Henry up until three in the morning. Which is fine, Spencer will take Henry whenever he needs to, as per his self-ordained godfathering duties, but when JJ hadn't appeared at 11 like she'd promised, Spencer had obviously been worried. 

"Things got a little… out of control." You dip your face to his ear. "I've never seen Emily dance like that. It was crazy." 

"I wish I could've been there, but we had a date with Edward Tulane, didn't we, Amy?" 

Amanda tips her head back at her father's affectionate tone. "Daddy, I can't feel my butt." 

"Not your butt!" he says, taking her seriously but chuckling at the same time as he pulls her up and off of the barrier. With some careful manoeuvring, he's tucked Amanda into his chest, one hand held protectively over the bottom of her back. The other hooks behind her knees. 

"Is that better?" 

He speaks to her with the same fatherly fondness as always and every time you find yourself melty like butter in the summer sun. In Spencer's eyes, Amanda is the smartest, most interesting girl alive. You're tempted to agree. 

"I was worried it might be depressing for her," he says, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's sad for a children's story, you know? But she's really interested, and it's important for kids to hear sad stories. Children who read stories with unhappy plotlines are more empathetic, and have a stronger sense of justice." He smiles at her. "Plus, I think it's her favourite so far. She asked if we could read it again, all in one go. It's gonna take hours." 

"That doesn't surprise me. I mean, she's yours. I thought you'd be reading her Tolstoy by now." 

"I'm saving Tolstoy for first grade." 

He's serious. 

Hotch runs through the finish line and the members of the BAU that are assembled cheer loudly. He doesn't seem embarrassed at all, only proud, ducking down to give Jack a sweaty hug. Then he, Jack, and his new girlfriend move away from the group. The remaining members of your team start to break away, too.

The girls all want to go home and die in their own beds. Rossi and Morgan have separate dates. You're thinking you'll go home and shoot the breeze until a more reasonable bedtime when Spencer turns to you with his usual genial smile.

"Do you want to come over? We're gonna make pasta and watch Fraggle Rock." 

Spencer's changed a lot since he became Amanda's primary caregiver, but some things stay the same. He loves doing things with other people and he'll always extend an invite if he thinks the other party might enjoy themselves. Going over for dinner feels a lot more intimate than his having an extra ticket for a foreign film festival, or late night takeout, though. 

"I don't want to impose," you say awkwardly. 

"Do you think you're an imposition?" Spencer asks in concern. 

"No, just, you know, I don't…" 

"Amy doesn't mind. Do you, sweetheart?" 

"What?" says Amanda's little voice. 

"Can Y/N come for dinner?" he asks. 

Amanda smiles, pearly white teeth and cheeks chubby with baby fat. "Yes! We're gonna make pasta and watch Fraggle Rock!" 

You laugh in delight. 

"We decided in the car," Spencer explains. 

"Here I thought you were telepathic." You direct your smile at Amanda's doe eyes. "I'd love to come for dinner. Thanks, baby." 

Spencer has the cleanest car any parent has ever had. You know he spent days choosing the safest one he could find in his budget, and even more days on a car seat. His apartment is just as clean but way more crowded, stuffed to bursting with Amanda's toys and his books. 

"I'm gonna change, do you mind?" he asks, leading you down the hall into the kitchen. Amanda had tipped half a juice box down his front, and the stickiness is clearly making him uncomfortable.

"No, by all means."

He smiles. "Stay here," he says with a feigned sternness, pointing one of his pretty fingers at Amanda. His daughter only giggles. 

You follow Spencer with your eyes as he leaves. 

"Will you take off my shoes, please?"

You look down. Amanda stares up at you, her round eyes pleading, one foot held a half inch off of the ground. 

You leap to action, and say, "Oh! Yeah, baby, no problem," as you get down on your knees. 

They're simple buckles and take all of ten seconds. Amanda holds onto your arm and lifts her feet one at a time so you can pull them off. Her small toes wiggle in her socks when she puts them back on the floor.

"Feel better?" you ask knowingly. 

"Daddy says shoes are a con-d-struct," she tells you. 

"They are!" you say, though whether you really agree might take some thought. "They're silly, huh?" 

"Yeah. If we walked with no shoes, we would have tough skin like trees!" 

"Like trees," you repeat. You love listening to little kids speak because they're so full of joy to share what they know, and Spencer Reid's kid? She is a walking book of facts. "That's so cool, did daddy tell you that?" 

"Daddy tells me everything." 

Spencer appears in a graphic t-shirt. You've only seen him dressed down through barely open hotel room doors or in photographs with Amanda. It takes a second for your brain to recognise what you're seeing. 

He's a genius, so he understands what you're doing immediately. 

"Oh no," he coos, bending down to take Amanda's shoulders into his hands. "I'm so sorry," —he kisses the top of her head— "I forgot all about your shoes. How will you ever get tree bark feet?" 

It's sweet to see how she responds to his affection. Her eyes squint closed and she smiles softly, giggling when he scratches her shoulders through her dress. 

"Thanks for releasing her, she can't stand wearing shoes when she doesn't have to," he says to you, nudging her out of the way to offer you his hand. 

You take it, letting him pull you up. He doesn't let go of you straight away, instead brushing his thumb over your fingernails, one after another. 

"I've been meaning to ask you to dinner for a while. I– I've never been any good at this part, I thought it would be harder, because Amanda's the only girl in the world I understand no matter how many books I read, and that's not going to last forever, but I…" Spencer's voice steadily quietens, until the tone he's using is dulcet, and his brows have pulled together. He's just as pretty frowning as smiling. "It feels easy, with you," he finishes. 

"Are we having macaroni?" Amanda asks. 

Spencer looks torn. "I was thinking rigatoni," he says. 

"Gross, dad." 

"Farfalle?"

"Bowties?" she questions suspiciously. 

"Is that better than rigatoni?" he asks. 

Amanda dwells on this, leaning her weight into your leg. It's an unthinking gesture that fills you with light. 

"We can't have macaroni?" 

You know from Spencer's bemused sigh alone that she's about to get her way. 

"Do you mind?" he asks you. 

Amanda pins you with a pout, raising her hands into a praying triangle. Her puppy dog eyes are killer and unnecessary. 

"Whatever you want, babe," you say hurriedly. 

She bursts off to her toys with an excited cheer. You're sorry to see her go, petrified of embracing yourself, and still majorly caught off guard by what Spencer said. He's wanted to ask you over for dinner for a long time, does that mean he likes you? And the way he'd held your hand — that's not an ambiguous affection. 

You like Spencer. All the small things that make him him, and the huge things too. His daughter, his books, his genius mind and his clumsy heart. If he likes you too, you might just combust. 

Spencer nips into the living room to put Fraggle Rock on TV. Amanda's sweet voice chases his heels, her singing a mixture of melodic gibberish and passionate recitation. 

You linger as he starts to gather what he needs for dinner. He's either not worried about what you think of his confession or trying to hide that he is, knee deep in a recount of the invention of boxed mac and cheese when you touch his elbow. 

"I know what you mean, about what you said before, I feel the same. It feels easy with you." 

You don't know what it is. But Spencer knows everything, so you aren't worried. 

He beams. His smile warps each word he says as he turns back to the saucepan he's filling with pasta. "Maybe we should get dinner without Fraggle Rock, sometime." 

"I don't know, I don't think it gets any better than this." You nod your head toward the living room, Amanda's singing an adorable echo. 

His smile grows impossibly bigger. 

"Me neither," he says. 

[diminuel]

Let's say Ace was feeling extremely petty/ornery, and decided he didn't want to go by Gol or Portgus (maybe he isn't Rouge's child in this, or maybe he doesn't want to shame his mother's family somehow, maybe he wanted to just have the same name as the parents that raised him). If he's Garp's son Ace might not want to take that name as it's Garp, even if his dad and brother are Monkeys. Regardless in Ace's quest for a last name, he finds out Crocodile's last name. Not sure if he finds old papers or letters or maybe a photo with the name on it in an attic, but Ace finds his Baba's name. He likes it. Decides he will use it.

Thus you get one very proud Rocks D. Ace or Newgate D. Ace.

Dragon would be 100% down to watch the world's reaction to his son's name, while wearing the traditional Monkey D. smile.

Crocodile...is not amused no doubt.

(Just imagining the chaos Ace could bring with this)

I do enjoy the chaos this might bring as well! >:3

(Side note though: Isn't Newgate Whitebeard's first name? It's Edward Newgate and in Japanese you say the family name first and the first name second. So it would be Edward D. Ace? But we can ignore that *lol*)

I think if Ace managed to dig up the Rocks name, finding old files in a hidden drawer or something while he was snooping around, he'd really create a horrible storm. Because the World Government have tried to eradicate Rocks' name from the history books, they are sure they were successful in getting rid of his offspring. So why the hell does this guy use that name? Just a coincidence? Does he like rocks or something? Is there any connection? Maybe it would at least distract from him being Roger's son (I'm not sure how Sengoku found that out in the first place. Garp didn't just blurt that out, right?)

If Ace doesn't know just what big of a deal the Rocks name and the lineage is, I think the chaos might also quickly turn into the potential for family drama and angst.

I think if he chose Newgate or Edward, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, because he ends up being Whitebeard's "son" anyway. But I have a feeling Crocodile's first reaction to seeing a bounty poster with that name on it wouldn't be joy because Ace chose his name, but disgruntlement because of his strained relationship with WB X'D

[luvhughes43]

puppy | luke hughes x reader

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request: Can you do a luke blurb where you just show up to his and jacks apartment with a dog and you’re like “he’s ours now”

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“okay, dont be mad” you cautioned your boyfriend and his brother as you walked into your shared apartment. 

“what did you do?” jack called out as you stepped into the living room. it seemed liked both brothers were in their own rooms. 

before you could reply to jack, the puppy in your arm started barking. you quickly tried to shush it to delay the inevitable, but it was too late. Both boys practically bolted out of their rooms at the sound.

“YOU GOT A DOG?” jack shouted, and luke stood by his bedroom door stunned.

“y/n…” your boyfriend trailed off, really unsure of what to say. he had good reason of course, you didn’t exactly ask if you could get a puppy but the opportunity just presented itself to you.

“i know, i know! but-but hear me out!” you started to defend yourself as jack came over to you, taking the small dog out of your hands so he could cuddle with them. “i was doing some shopping and there was this pet rescue place, and they didn’t have the space to take in a new dog… and i overheard all of this and so i went to see the puppy and…” you trailed off sheepishly, hoping that your boyfriend and his brother wouldnt be too upset at you. “he’s ours now?” you said, forcing a smile and shrugging your shoulders. 

“you know what! i like him!” jack smiled, dropping to his knees and putting the puppy on the floor so he could play with the little dog. 

“yeah but who’s going to take care of it?” luke piped up, always the one to be rational and think things through.

“i will! plus, when you start playing all the time next season i’ll just be here alone so the puppy can keep me company!” you explained, and you could see luke warming up to the idea of having a dog. 

“yeah you're so cute! you're so cute!!” jack cooed at the dog as he started ruffling its fur. 

“okay, yeah its pretty cute” luke finally admitted, crouching on the floor next to jack so he could also play with the puppy.

now that you were no longer on thin ice  you joked, “luke! don’t call our baby an it!” to which he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna call mom right now and tell her i’m an uncle” jack laughed, fishing his phone out of his pants pocket. 

you quickly grabbed his phone from his hand and hid it behind your back. there was absolutely no way you were going to let jack make that call. it was hard enough to get your parents to both agree that you could move in together. if jack even joked about you being pregnant… you didn’t want to think about it. 

after getting the dog settled into the apartment, you, your boyfriend, and jack all went out to the nearest pet store to stock up on all of the supplies you’d need. 

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[bella-goths-wife]

Eternity full of heartbreak

Yandere cullens x reader

“Are you ready?” Victoria asks gently as she hands you the burner phone

She and James present a comforting aura as they sit beside you on the dingy motel floor. Victoria holds your hand gently while James has an arm around you

“Yes” you answer nervously as you look at the phone in your hands, a simple old fashioned burner phone

“Remember, sound like your distressed” Victoria asks as she plays with your hair calmingly

“You’ll do great” James says as he gives you a comforting kiss on the forehead, similar to the actions of an older brother or a father

You nod as you flip the phone open and you punch in Carlisles number, with every number you feel the anxiety build up.

“Hello?” Carlisle answers after a few rings

“Carlisle?” You whisper into the phone

“Is that you sweetheart?” Carlisle asks with what sounds like worry but you doubt it

“Carlisle you need to leave” you say as you force my voice to become shaky and uneven

“Where are you?” Carlisle asks sternly “where did this monsters take you?”

“Carlisle you need to get Bella out of there” you say into the phone, trying to sound as panicked as possible

“What’s going on?” He asks sternly

“There going to kill her” you say into the phone, going along with the plan “you need to get Bella somewhere safe, James is hunting her”

“Where are you?” Carlisle asks again

“I don’t have much time” you lie into the phone “just get Bella somewhere safe, please dad”

“Wait-“ you hang up on Carlisle and you let out a shaky sigh of breath that you no longer need to breathe

“You did amazing” Victoria exclaims as she brings you into a hug

“Now all you have to do is wait at the ballot school” James says with a proud smile “me and the others will pick off the Cullens and then I’ll leave you with that sick bastard”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You whisper quietly, anxiety of losing the people you’ve grown to love so quickly rising to through your heart

“Nothing will happen to us” James reassures as he pats your head gently with a smile “I promise”

Liar

———————————————————————

“Hello?” Bella swan answers the phone while she hides in the hotel bathroom, away from jasper and Alice

Edward went into a frenzy after the call from you. He summoned the family as they separated to protect her. Your plan was working

She was brought to a hotel outside of forks for her own protection. They told her she was being hunted by the rogue vampires

“It’s pretty scary being hunted huh?” James’s voice rings through the phone and Bella feels fear enter her body

“What do you want?” She asks in fear

“I want to know if your a good person, miss swan” James says with a chuckle

“What do you mean?” Bella asks confused

“Well, would you sacrifice your life for another?” James asks “would you let me drink from you if it saved something precious to the Cullens”

A realisation hits Bella as she feels anxiety creep up her spine. An image of you flashes to the front of her mind

“What are you going to do to her?” Bella asks anxiously

“That all depends on you” James says as he lets out a laugh “are you willing to sacrifice your life for hers?”

“I’ll give you what you want, just don’t hurt her” Bella pleads, she’d only known you a few months but she knew the Cullens would never forgive her if she let you be killed

“Meet me at your old ballet school, alone” James commands “if I see one Cullen out there, me and Victoria will tear the baby bat limb from limb”

“O-okay” Bella agrees hesitantly and the phone hangs up, she needed to find away to get away from jasper and Alice.

———————————————————————

“You can be quite scary when you want to be” you comment jokingly to James as he hangs up the phone

“Shut up” he says as he playfully ruffles your hair “are you all set for the plan?”

“Yep, Laurent and Victoria should be ready to take down Alice and Rosalie” you say as you lean against the multiple mirrors “and all we have to do is wait for Bella so you can drain her and then the rest follow suit”

“Are you ready to take on Carlisle?” James asks as he leans next to you

“I think so” you say nervously “what if I can’t kill him?”

“I’ve got your back kid” James reassures with a smile “after this, we’ll find you a mate and you can be apart of our clan”

“Do I have to find a mate?” You ask as you scrunch my nose up in disgust

“Why do you look so grossed out?” James laughs

“Well having a mate means I’ll have to meet another vampire” you say as you look at my shoes “what if that vampire is like the Cullens?”

“I used to think like that, before I met vic” James admits with a sigh “but you can’t live in fear because of those sick bastards, don’t let them ruin another part of your life”

“What’s having a mate like?” You ask curiously

“Well, it’s hard to explain” James says uncertainly “it’s like… we’ll…. Being whole?”

“Like they complete you?” You try and understand

“Sorta” James says with a huff “having vic with me everyday, I feel like I’m in heaven. Without her I feel incomplete”

You nod as you listen carefully to his words before looking at the large clock at the top of the wall

“Shouldn’t Bella be here by now?” You ask curiously

“She’s probably just trying to get away from the Cullens” James excused “she’ll be here any minute now”

You nod before James phone rings, the caller ID shows it’s Victoria.

“Probably calling to tell us that the women are dealt with” James says with a smile as he answers the phone “should we prepare a victory feast babe?”

“JAMES, James you need to get out of there” Victoria yells into the phone

“What happened?” James asks concerned

“Laurent told the Cullens our plan” Victoria yells into the phone, you feel your heart gently break at the realisation that Laurent had betrayed you “you have to yourself and the baby bat out of there now”

“Where should we meet you” James asks quickly into the phone as he begins to gather his things

“They’re coming!” Victoria yells into the phone again before it’s hung up

“Shit” James whispers under his breath as he grabs your hand and looks around for the exit but is interrupted

The sound of firm footsteps along the marble floors stops the both of you in your tracks. You both look up to see Carlisle standing at the centre of the entrance with a smug smirk spread across his face.

“Seems like you have something that belongs to me” he calls out to James as he moves closer

“Your a sick bastard” James yells as he covers your body with his “and people call me a monster”

“I’m not a monster” Carlisle growls out “I’m a worried father”

Jasper and emmet jump down from the ceiling behind us. James swings around with you in tow and fights against jasper who attempts to grab you.

While James is busy, emmett attempts to grab you but you remember James’s lesson, so you turn back and you punch him square in the nose before using your foot to kick him in his stomach and push him back.

Emmett grunts in pain and tries to tackle you but you swiftly dodge by using the techniques Victoria taught you. He tried again to tackle you but you jump above him and you use his back as a spring board to launch yourself at jasper.

James ducks as your leg swings through the air and eventually makes contact with jaspers face. As jasper falls back, emmett launches himself and James and catches him by surprise.

Emmett pushes James against the pillar and punches him in the face. You attempt to high kick Emmett in the back of his head but your attempt is foiled when jasper grasps your leg and throws you to the crouch.

You attempt to get back up but jasper pins you to the ground by the shoulders and hisses aggressively in your face.

James yells as he grasps Emmett shoulders and pushes back until Emmett is on the ground. James is about to get jasper away from you but is stopped when Carlisle attacks him behind and knocks him down.

Carlisle pins James to the floor near you before calling Emmett over to take over. After he switches places with Emmett, Carlisle walks over and crouches in front of you.

“Looks like someone learnt how to fight” Carlisle muses as he pulls your hair to make you look up at him “have fun on your little trip?”

“Fuck you” you spit at him with a glare

Carlisle just lets out a sigh before pulling your face up by the hair and smashing it into the ground hard enough for the marble floor to crack

“You never learn” he sighs out “now you’ve got to pay the price”

“Get away from her” James calls out in pain as Emmett increases the pressure of his hold

“And as for you” Carlisle says with fake cheer as he turns to James “you took my daughter away for weeks”

“And she was safer with my clan than she ever was with you” he growls back “you abusive fuck”

“She was never in your pathetic clan” Emmett growls “she belongs to us”

“I think it’s time for the punishment” Carlisle says as he rises to his full height and helps Emmett drag James up into a kneeling position

“No!” You exclaim as you realise what’s happening “James, no!”

“It’s okay kid” he calls out to you as the realisation hits him and he squirms in their hold before stopping and accepting the situation

“No James” you yell as tears build in your eyes “fight back James”

“Victoria will take care of you” he whispers as he closes his eyes and bares his neck “she’ll help you”

“Please James” you plead as tears stream down your cheeks “please”

“Fight back kid” was the last thing James said before his head was forcefully removed from his body by Carlisle as Emmett holds his body upright.

You let out a piercing scream at the sight as James headless body slumped against the marble floor. Carlisle holds his head mockingly in front of your sobbing face

“Wanna give him a kiss goodbye” jasper snickers out from behind you

Carlisle throws James head in a fire that Emmett lit before James’s body followed shortly after. Jasper let go of you as you sobbed in front of the fire

For a moment, you think about running into the flames and joining James.

“Use your anger” James voice rings in your mind as you hear the cruel laughter of the Cullen men from behind you “keep fighting kid”

You stand to your feet as your hair covers your tear streaked face. You slowly turn towards Carlisle who only looks amused at your sudden bravery.

“Something the matter, sweet girl?” He asks mockingly as your brothers snicker

“You son of a Bitch” you whisper out as you move closer, your brothers go to hold you back but Carlisle stops them with a raise of his hand

“This was the big plan wasn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle “you were going to be the one to kill me”

“And I would have loved every moment of it” you spit out with venom

“So try it” Carlisle says with a laugh “try and Jill me”

You stare at him in shock and you halt your movements for a moment.

“Tell you what” Carlisle looks at you with a smug smirk “kill me and you’ll be free, no one will come after you again”

That’s all the motivation you need as you launch yourself forward with violent intent. You go to punch Carlisle but he grabs you first and twists it.

You let out a grunt of pain but you use the moment of distraction to sweep his feet from under him and he falls to the ground. He pulls you with him and you fall on top of him but you use it to your advantage as you wrap your hand around his throat.

You let your claws extend and dig into his skin which creates cracks in his skin, like splintering wood. He growls before switching the position and he pins you beneath him on the marble floor by holding your arms

“Wanna know when I figured out it was a trap?” Carlisle asks mockingly

“When Laurent told you” you guess as you grunt in pain when his grip tightens on your wrist

“Nope, not then” Carlisle laughs “it was when you called me dad in the phone”

You look at him in confusion before pain takes over your features when you feel your skin around your wrist begin to crack from his hard hold

“Never in your hundreds of years of existence have you ever called me dad without me forcing you” Carlisle laughs before pulling a disappointed expression “such a shame it was under these circumstances”

You scream in pain as you feel your hand begin to disconnect from your wrist. The skin breaking away like broken wood before it completely comes off and Carlisle is holding the hand that is now separated from your body in front of you mockingly. You sob from a mixture of pain and fear.

“Oh no, don’t worry” Carlisle says with faux concern “it’ll reattach in a few days, just like the rest of your limbs will”

That makes you sob harder as you as you see the women of your clan enter the scene with fierce glares as they look upon your pitiful state.

“Victoria will come for me” you whisper to yourself before screaming as Carlisle removes your other hand as if you were a barbie doll

“That red headed whore took off running the moment she realised we knew” Edward chuckled as he looks down at you as you scream in pain as Carlisle begins to tug at your leg violently “she won’t help you”

“Look how they dressed my baby” esme cry’s as she kneels in front of you and motions to the green dress you were wearing that Victoria helped you pick “like a common whore, it suitable for a girl of your age”

“Now now” Carlisle says as he finishes his torture and goes to caress your face harshly “our girls home now”

“And she’s never leaving again” he adds as he chuckled evilly

You look up the ceiling as you dismembered limbs scream and throb in pain. Tears roll down your cheeks at your families cruel laughter

When will your heart break end?

[ultralightpoe]

Full House llll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: This one is a bit short but I'm starting something and I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 8,831

Warnings: angst again? but not bad.

Part One HERE.. Part Two HERE.. Part Three HERE.. Part Four HERE..

(Thank you for the gif @lightningcrashes)

Enjoy!

The Johnsons Prison Facility loomed over Eddie, the same shadowy feeling he always used to get when visiting. 

Back then, when Wayne had brought him, Eddie had refused to take the man’s hand. His father hated when Eddie held into his mom and uncles hand, used to say it made him look like a baby. 

He always wanted to make it seem like he was tough, and maybe…. Just maybe his dad would be proud of him. 

But then he grew into his teen years and Wayne stopped coming, too disgusted by his brother, so Eddie was left to deal with his father by himself. And in his teen years Eddie was still trying desperately to get his dads attention but he was more at ease thanks to Wayne. 

Now? He held Motleys hand as she stood by him staring up at the building. In her arm she held her school folder with all the research needed for this family tree. 

With Eddie’s help, and your information, she decided she would fill in Billys side. And she would add Eddie’s side. 

“You ready?” He asks, clearing his throat. 

“Are you?” 

“If you’re here with me? Always.” He smiles and leads her in. They sign in, putting all their belongings in the bin including his rings. When the officer stops Motley she is forced to put her grandmothers ring in the bin, still on the chain Eddie had made for it. 

“It’ll be fine here kid.” The officer smiles. “He used to do that too.” 

Johnson’s prison facility was 2 hours away from Hawkins, and they had three main cops that have been here since Eddie had started coming. 

He leads them to the cafeteria where 4 guards stand and Eddie takes a seat, keeping Motley pressed into his side as he waits for them to bring in his dad. 

10 minutes go by and then he’s there, handcuffed and smiling from ear to ear as Robert Munson is brought to the table. 

“Edward.” He greets, waiting for the officer to cuff him to the table. He grunts in pain when the officer tightens it a little too much, glaring up at him. “Hey man. Think you can take it easy? That's my granddaughter there.” 

“How did….” Eddie begins to ask. 

“Wayne called me a couple days ago. Warned me about how I needed to act. My little fucking brother calling me to tell me to respect my own fucking son and-“ He stops when he sees Eddie’s glare, turning instead to the girl sat beside him. “What’s your name sweetie?” 

“Motley.” She smiles. 

“Jesus. Still into that rock music bullshit? You named your kid after them?” He laughs. 

“He didn’t name me. My mom did.” Motley answers quickly. “She named all of us.” 

“How many of you are there?” 

“Four.” 

“Wow. Someone has stayed busy.” He chuckles, casting a side eye to Eddie. “You let her name all four?” 

“The first two I wasn’t there for. The last two I figured she spent 7 hours pushing my boys out that she should get the naming privileges.” Eddie mumbles, tapping his knuckles on the table. 

“You weren’t there for the first two?” 

“No. I didn’t meet them until Metalhead here was 6.” Eddie smiles at Motley, pushing his head to her forehead which makes her laugh. 

“So she’s not yours?” 

“She’s mine. She just didn’t come from me.” Eddie says defensively. “Kind of like Wayne and I.” 

He watches as his comment sinks in, the man’s face falling a bit as he stares at Eddie before nodding slowly. “You got a picture?” 

Motley nods, opening her school folder to pull out the most recent family photo. 

Eddie stood in the photo, dressed in a button up and slacks with his hair pulled back into a low bun and you beside him in a nice outfit. Motley stood in front of him, smiling from ear to ear in her own dress with her long hair curled and her newly pierced ears shown. Ziggy stood beside her holding your hand with her hair in pigtails and a dress that cost you three pancakes to get her to wear it. The boys were both in their cute little baby ties, one in your hands and the other sitting on Wayne’s lap. 

Wayne sat in the middle, Halen giggling widely as everyone smiled and you could see the happiness in Eddie’s 

“Wow. Look at you guys.” His dad murmurs, nodding awkwardly. “That’s a….. you got a good family Wardie.” 

“Wardie?” Motley asks looking up at Eddie. 

“It’s what he used to call me. Way back when I was growing up.” 

“What’s all this for?” He asks, waving his hand to all her papers. 

“I’m doing a family tree and I have some questions. If you would be okay answering them.” 

“I got…. An hour with you guys so let’s get it done.” He smiles. 

The next 40 minutes he talks to Motley about the family, and about his mothers side of the family. Once Motley answers all her questions she closes the folder and stares at him dead on. 

“I just wanted to say….. my dad is one of the best. He didn’t have to stay but he did and he’s made my life better. He’s a good man. You should know that.” And Eddie has no clue what to say, neither does his father. Both just blinking at her for a moment as she packs up her folder before shuffling to give him a side hug. 

Eddie gets protective, standing quickly as Robert tries to hug back but the cuffs prevent it. “It was nice meeting you.” 

“You as well.” She smiles before moving to follow the guard out. 

“Edward. If you would wait just a moment.” His dad sighs, and Eddie sits back down. “I…. I think you’re a great man. I always knew you would be and I’m sorry if I- not if. I’m sorry that I treated you the way I did and constantly hurt not only your physical health but your mental health. I’m sober and I’ve come to realize how bad I was.” 

Eddie nods, he doesn’t really know how else to respond to that. 

“I…. Well I miss you, and my brother. They have family visitation in April and I…. It would mean the world to me- but you don’t owe me anything- if you brought your family. I could make ‘em little wooden sculptures. I’ve gotten good at those.” 

“I…. I’ll talk to my wife about it.” Eddie nods. And then Robert is nodding his head to the guard at the door who brings over a small little ornament carved out of wood, a bat. 

“Last time I saw ya I saw your bat tattoos. We have shop here so I made that.” 

“Thank you.” Eddie nods. “Means a lot.” 

- 

“And slowly, with each step rattling the ground beneath the travelers feet, the goblin king was upon them!” Eddie narrates with an excited look in his eyes, making the entire table sit on the edge of their seats. 

The party; Lucas, Erica, Mike, Dustin, Gareth, Jeff, and Paul; had collected at the house and Eddie had stolen the dining room for the night and banned the girls from entering or interrupting the campaign the party had been trying to schedule for months. 

They obviously started off butt hurt but once you told them you’d let them eat dinner in front of the tv they had gotten more excited about it. 

So you had made dinner, and got them set up as Eddie began his campaign. 

You sat with the kids on the floor, working on a crossword puzzle as the girls kept their eyes glued to the screen. 

Here’s the thing, Eddie told the girls they couldn’t come in but he never exclusively said the boys couldn’t come in. So when Ozzy emerged at the door Eddie gave him a warning look that said ‘back away’ and it always used to work in school. Jocks used to back away from the lunch table easily and theater kids would dash from the drama room quickly. 

But Ozzy? Nooooo. Ozzy liked to cause problems and fight against the punishment. 

He smiles at his dads warning look and gets a little further in the kitchen as Eddie tries to concentrate on the campaign. “And with an angry roar he reaches a heavy fist out to slam against the ground and ‘BAM!’-“ Eddie slams his fist on the table. 

“Bam bam!” Ozzy repeats, hitting the fridge like Eddie had hit the table. 

“Yeah dude. Get into it.” Jeff smiles. 

“The goblin hits the ground so hard the earth begins to crack and tear beneath you travelers! What will you -Ozzy no.” Eddie doesn’t have time to react as his son dashes to the table and sticks his grubby little toddler fingers out to snatch Paul’s little figurine. 

“Hey! Eddie that thing stole my-“ Paul begins whining. 

“That thing is my son so watch your mouth.” He warns before snapping his fingers at Ozzy. “Give it.” 

Ozzy doesn’t, and when Paul reaches for him he screams out and shakes his head. “NO NO NO!” 

“He doesn’t like to be touched.” Eddie explains. 

“Don’t touch him.” Lucas snaps. 

“Well he-“ and then it happens. Ozzy pulls his hand back and chucks the goblin straight into Paul’s face so hard Eddie gasps. 

“OW YOU LITTLE FUCK!” Paul yells, covering the spot leaking with blood. 

“BAM BAM!” 

You appear in the doorway then, eyes wide as you reach for Ozzy. “I’m sorry guys.” 

“Can’t you keep control of the kids?” 

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Eddie sneers, finger in his face. “Dude we’ve been planning this night for months and we all have to work around your schedule with your kids. This is insane!” 

“Hey. Erica and I have a newborn so it was us too.” Dustin defends, standing up. “And Lucas has away games and Mike is busy with his internship. Gareth owns a bar and Jeff is taking care of his mom. Not all of us have all day and night Paul.” 

“Guys. I’m sorry. I’ll get a washcloth for your face and set the baby gate up. Okay? Just get back to your game.” You try, pulling Ozzys hand to lead him out. 

“ITS NOT A GAME!” Paul snaps and Ozzy whirls back. 

“No yell Mama!” He yells, dashing around the table. Eddie already moving to catch him but before he can Ozzy hits Paul straight in the crotch. 

“Oh! Get him Ozzy!” Mike laughs as Eddie lifts his kid by the back of his shirt and pulls him away.

“No yell mama!” Ozzy repeats himself which pulls Ziggy and Motley into the room. 

“Who yelled at mom?” 

Ozzy answers his older sisters question by pointing straight at Paul. 

“Don’t yell at my mom!” Motley snaps and Ziggys face gets red. 

“Eddie. Get your kids man.” 

“YOU’RE AN UGLY BLOWFISH!” Ziggy shouts. 

“PEPPERONI FACE!” Motley adds. 

“And you stink!” Mike helps, smiling from ear to ear. 

“POOPOO HEAD!” 

Paul collects his stuff angrily, cussing under his breath on the way out before slamming the front door harshly. 

“Anyone else want to go?” Eddie asks. “Cause I love you guys but my kids and wife are more important. So if you have a problem with them then go.” 

Everyone looks around at each other and shrugs, getting comfortable again as Eddie sets Ozzy down. The girls move over to kiss his cheek before dashing back to the tv. 

“I do have dessert cooking guys.” You mumble, still obviously awkward as you try to reach for Ozzy. He moves away and struggles to get onto Paul’s empty seat. 

Eddie watches as he gets settled, his face just meeting the table. 

“No Ozzy.” 

“Yes Ozzy.” His son argues. Jesus he looked just like Eddie. 

“Oz, come on. I’ll put on Scooby.” You try again and he shakes his head. 

“I’m cool if he stays.” Gareth smiles, shrugging. “He seems to be really into it” 

The rest of the table agrees and you nod, looking to Eddie to make sure. 

“You can stay. But no throwing anything.” He orders and he knows that Ozzy didn’t actually hear a word as he giggles. 

You move to leave to the living room but Eddie stands quickly to catch you and give you a deep kiss. 

“Enjoy your g….campaign.” You smile, heading back out with the girls and Halen. 

Once Eddie starts again Ozzy stays seated which is extremely odd for the toddler, and everytime Eddie makes an over dramatic sound Ozzy repeats it. 

Every “Bam” is met with a “bam bam!”, and every “boom!” Is quickly followed by a “BOOOOM!” and the party seems to love it. 

Lucas lets Ozzy roll for him, laughing every single time he rolls a Nat 20 to Dustin’s measly 1’s. 

And suddenly Ozzy was there every week to watch them play. 

-

(Let me tell you. Eddie’s kids stand on BUSINESS) 

The day you both took them to get their vaccines was filled with tricks and lies. Your good parents, you knew how this game was played. 

The agreement was if they all behaved during their doctors appointment then they could all get a toy and an ice cream cone. 

So they all piled into the car and played nice until you got to the doctors office. Then to make things easier the doctor pulled you all back and you planned on it being easy. 

But of course it wouldn’t be easy because the kids saw the needle. 

“No no no no no.” Motley begs, her face pressed into Eddie’s abdomen as he keeps one hand on her head to keep her there and the other rubbing her back gently. 

“Breathe. It will be okay. Just a second.” He promises, watching the needle go in and holding his breath as Motley tenses with tears sliding down her face. 

Ziggy cries, Halen and Ozzy crying too as the doctor congratulates Motley and sticks a bandaid over her arm before handing her a lollipop. 

She glares, still crying as she mumbles out “you’re mean,” to the poor doctor and hopping off the table. Eddie gives her another hug, kissing her head before you’re bringing Ziggy up to the table. 

She kicks out and screams as you try and relax her, and Eddie does what he did for Motley and shoves her face in his abdomen so she doesn’t have to look. 

“Come on Zigs. You got this.” He whispers and the doctor pushes the needle into her arm. She cries out, and once the needle is replaced with a bandaid she is far less forgiving than her sister. “Bitch.” 

“Heyyyy.” Eddie warns, helping her off the table to replace her with Halen. 

The youngest was surprisingly calm. He whines out at the pinch of pain but the second he has a transformers bandaid on he is distracted and easy to woo. 

Ozzy however was not having it. He fought you getting onto the table and he fought Eddie trying to hold him. Finally it got to the point where Eddie had to hold his arms down just for the doctor to go ahead and once it was done and Eddie thought it safe to let go your son took a swing on the doctor. 

It hits her in the cheek and Eddie is apologizing immediately as she laughs it off mumbling that it’s not the first time. 

You snatch him from the table and pull him out of the room as Eddie continues to apologize, the doctor just waves him off and laughs. 

The car ride is silent as you and Eddie both try to figure out what to say. You had reached the point with Ozzy where he wasn’t listening to your warnings or lectures but neither of you wanted to hit him. So you didn’t know what to do. 

“That’s it.” You snap, unbuckling quickly and bending to snatch his arm from the seat behind yours and biting down hard enough to make him cry out before pulling back. 

“That hurt?!” 

“YES MAMA!” He screams. 

“Good! No more hitting or biting or kicking!” You yell back. “And everyone but you gets ice cream because you’re a mean baby!” 

“NO MAMA!” 

“Yes! Now shut the hell up and think about what you did!” Adrenaline is coursing through you and you already feel bad for yelling at him but you turn to face the front and see Eddie trying his best not to laugh. 

“You just bit our kid.” 

“That’s not a kid. That’s a villain.” You snap. 

“Think you can bite me sometime?” He teases and you try not to laugh as you look out the window. 

“I think I can make something happen.” 

And when Eddie pulls into the ice cream parking lot the other kids all jump out, Halen being grabbed by Eddie as you move to the back to sit with Ozzy. 

“Mama please.” 

“No.” 

“Mama…. Pwease!” He whines, eyes filling with tears. 

“You were bad Ozzy. Very bad.” You mumble, reading your book as he pouts and cries. There is a knock at the window and you crank it down to greet your husband. 

“Wanted to make sure it was going okay in here.” 

“That’s why I sent you in because you cave in too easily.” You sigh, seeing the puppy dog eyes of your husband. “Eddie, he needs to learn.” 

“But he’s so young and he-“ you start rolling the window back up, with a roll of your eyes. 

“Wait wait. Fine. Okay? He was bad.” Eddie sighs. “But that’s our little man! Look at him.” 

You don’t want to because you know you’ll be met with the spitting image of your adorable husband. 

“Just…. Come on baby.” Eddie whines and you roll your eyes again. 

“I sowwy!” Ozzy sniffles and you feel yourself break under pressure. 

“He’s sowwy.” Eddie coos. 

“F-fine.” You sigh, moving to unbuckle him and get out of the car. “But I swear-“ 

Eddie is grabbing him already and you go to sit where the rest were sitting, watching Eddie take him to the counter to choose an ice cream. 

When they come back Ozzy moves to sit in your lap, which shocks you because he normally hates that. 

He keeps the side of his head on your chest as he eats the ice cream and you’re able to read as Ziggy talks Eddie’s ear off about how brave she was. 

“You were brave. All my dorks did so good.” He smiles, leaning to sneak a gummy bear out of her ice cream. 

“Daddy!”  She whines but he sticks out his tongue which makes her stick out her tongue. Halen tries but he had a mouth full of chocolate ice cream so Eddie is quick to tell him no. 

“How is ice cream made?” Ziggys asks and Eddie shrugs. “Am I supposed to know?” 

“Yes?” 

“I’m supposed to know how ice cream is made?” Eddie scoffs, looking shocked. 

“Yes!” 

“Then you tell me how babies are made.” 

“Mommy makes them. Duh.” She responds like he’s stupid. “Where were you?” 

“I can promise you I was right there.” Eddie laughs and you glare which makes him laugh harder, leaning back in his chair to give himself room to cackle. 

Halen imitates his cackle which makes Eddie laugh harder until his chair falls backwards and all you can see are his feet flying in the air. 

Motley and Ziggy laugh loudly, both rushing to go help him up and you shake your head. 

“You’re where Ozzy gets it from.” 

“I think I broke my back-“ 

-

“Ow. Baby.” Eddie groans, laying face first into the pillow as you climb into bed. 

“What’s wrong?” You tease laying down and adjusting the blanket to cover you. You feel his hand reach out as he grunts in pain, looking for you. 

“Baby come here.” 

“Why?” 

“Because we always cuddle!” He sighs, already agitated. 

“How am I supposed to cuddle you right now? You’re in pain.”

“Come on….. just. God damn it come here.” He snaps, pulling you in and grunting in pain. “Just need you near. That’s all I want.” 

“You’re old.” You murmur, rubbing his lower back a little. “Stay still. I’ll go get the icy hot.” 

-

“Nope! No!” Eddie shouts, dashing after where Halen just escaped from butt naked. “Come here boy!” 

Halen merely giggles and when Eddie runs around the corner he nearly collides with Ziggy, jumping over her like a fence. “Sorry sweetie!” 

“I’m stealing your-“ he doesn’t hear the rest, zipping after Halen and just managing to catch him before he goes to bother you in the kitchen. “It’s bathtime little man. And it’s also rude to run with your junk out.” 

“No bath!” 

“Yes bath!” Eddie laughs. “You smell like grandpa Wayne.” 

“Heard that!” His uncle calls from the hall. “Thin ice boy!” 

Halen and Eddie exchange glances, both wide eyed. “He talking to me or you?” 

Halen shrugs and Eddie tries not to laugh at how innocent he is as he dashes upstairs. Only to find Ziggy covered in your lotion. 

“That’s it. I’m dead.” He sighs. “Your mother is going to kill me.” 

“Okay daddy. I have a plan though.” Ziggy starts.

“…..I might be interested in hearing it.” Eddie mumbles back, Halen wiggling in his arms. 

“We don’t tell mommy. I don’t get spanked and you don’t get killed.” 

“Seems legit. Hop in the shower and I’ll hide the evidence.” And just like that the daddy daughter duo commits a crime. 

By the time you are getting ready for bed he hears you rustling around in the bathroom doing your nightly routine. 

“Hey baby?” He calls, scratching the back of his neck. “I need your help.” 

The plan was to distract you, whether that be through seduction or just talking your ear off he had yet to figure out. 

You come out of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow out to him in confusion as he sits on the bed. “With what?” 

“Allllll of thisssss.” He wiggles his eyebrows, using his hand to gesture up and down his body. 

“What’d you do?” You snap, hands flying to your hips as you glare. 

“What? What do you mean?” 

“You only do that cheesy sexual thing when you are hiding something Edward Munson.” You snap, moving closer. First mistake. 

“No I don’t!” He scoffs. “I’ve never once in my life done that.” 

Yes he had. Once last week when he broke your favorite mug. Twice the week Motley kicked a soccer ball through the back window. 

“Are you accusing me of being a prostitute?” 

“Prostitution is for money. You’re doing it to make sure no one gets in trouble. What’s the word for that?” 

“Protective.” 

“Slut.” He gasps loudly at your words, moving forward to snatch you into his arms. 

“You wanna see what this slut can do?” 

“Yes. Then I wanna know what you did.” You laugh. 

-

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You sigh, walking in front of Motley as she follows you around the diner floor. 

You were opening this morning, and Motley decided to come with you to try and plead her case before she went to school. 

“Mom please.” She whines. “I wanna go.” 

“Motley. It’s not a good idea.” You repeat, snatching all the ketchup bottles from the table to refill. Honestly you were done with this conversation, and though you understood why Eddie took Motley in the first place you did not want your kids or your husband attached to that man. 

Robert Munson was a plague in memories for your husband and you didn’t want that for him. 

But Motley wanted to take Eddie to go see him on family day. And you were wracking your brain trying to figure out what was going on here. Why was your daughter so obsessed with this situation?

“Be fair!” She snaps. 

“Take it down a notch.” 

“But mom-“ 

“What’s the deal here, Motty?” You sigh, sitting in a booth to start marrying all the ketchup bottles. “If you’re upset about something you should just tell me.” 

“I’m not upset about anything.” 

“Yes. You are.” You respond. “Tell me what’s going on here.” 

“Do you think…. Do you think Dad misses me?” 

“I’m sure he does. He always begs to pick you guys up from school-“ 

“No. I mean….”

“Oh…. Motley I don’t know. Are you missing him?” 

“No. I just wonder if he’s missing me. He’s my dad. He should be right. And if Dads dad can miss him, maybe my father can miss me. You know?” 

You don’t know what to say, and you don’t know how to fix this so maybe you should just give in and see if she can sort some of these emotions out herself.

“I’ll discuss it with Eddie. Okay? Now how about you play hooky and miss your first class for a stack of pancakes?” 

“Okay.” She giggles, and that was a step in the right direction. 

-

Eddie was tense the morning you got ready for family day, not really saying much as you both shuffled around each other before you had to get the kids up. 

You knew he was nervous and stressed and you didn’t know how to help him which was beginning to stress you out. He was doing this for Motley, and you were so grateful for that but you seemed to be pushing too hard. 

So, as he sat on the bench at the end of the bed putting on his boots, you took your chance and wormed your way onto his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. 

He accepts you with little fight, practically melting at your touch and pressing his nose into your collarbone as you hug him. His hands clutch your hips tightly, and you quickly realize he is doing the grounding technique that his therapist recommended. 

“5 things that you can see.” 

“Your dress, the sock under the dresser, the throw blanket you claim is important, my bandana hanging on the back of the door, and your purse by the door.” 

“Good.” You hum out. “4 things you can touch.” 

“You, my jeans, the blanket and your hair.” 

“3 things you can hear.” 

“The fan in the boys’ room, the water in the toilet run, and Wayne shuffling around downstairs.” 

“2 things you can smell?” 

“Your perfume and the febreeze.” He’s less tense now, breathing out easily. 

“Something you can taste?” 

“If you gimme a kiss something tells me that famous cherry chapstick.” He mumbles slowly, nose going up your neck until his lips reach yours. He doesn’t kiss you though, just keeping his lips barely touching your own, breathing into each other. 

“Are you okay to do this?” You whisper.

“I…. I’ve done it once with her already.” 

“This is different and you know it. And I know you’re doing it for Motley because you’re amazing but I just think this is pushing it a bit.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“Eddie.” 

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” He mumbles, finally pressing his lips into your own to kiss you finally. You deepen it instantly, pushing him into the mattress a little from his spot on the bench which makes him smile through the kiss. 

When you reach down to unbuckle his belt he hums out, moving to stop you. “We gotta get the kids ready-“ 

“We got time.” You smile. “And I’m craving it.” 

He couldn’t argue that.

-

Eddie was trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath, but he was trying really hard to seem cool. 

This was for Motley, he could do this again for Motley. 

Last time when it was just him and her it was easier. But now, with you and Wayne and Ziggy and the boys. It was going to be too much. Too soon. He really didn’t want his dad knowing all this about his life. 

He also didn’t want all his kids knowing this part of his life, the child of a murderer life. 

Wayne sat next to him in the car and you sat in the back with all the kids. He kept looking back at you through the rear view mirror, lightening little by little each time you smiled at him. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He was going in with his best team. 

But then the Johnsons Center came into view and all he could feel was dread. This was a terrible idea and he would regret it. 

Motley is the first to jump out, holding the card she made in her hand as she waits on the side of the car for everyone else. Eddie had put her hair into two braided plaits and he was thankful she did because now she can’t pull at it to show her nervousness. 

The boys both yell out when you try to help them out after unbuckling them and they climb out themselves, Eddie helps them hop down since the little toddlers couldn’t manage that part themselves and Ziggy jumps out at him with a smile. 

“You ready?” Wayne asks, helping you shuffle the kids together so you can snatch the boys up. Halen giggles, jumping into Wayne’s arms as Ozzy lays his head on your chest and clutches at your shirt. Ziggy and Motley are both holding Eddie’s hands. 

“I’m as ready as I will ever be.” Eddie sighs. “Alright. Let me see everyone.” 

Everyone smiles at him, just like they always do when he asks this, and before he knew it he was leading them all into the building. Helping Ziggy and Motley on the beginning of what they needed to give up and helping them through the scanners. 

Ziggy giggles when the guard takes his hand scanner and checks her, calling it a lightsaber which makes Eddie laugh. 

Motley once again hesitates when giving up her grandmothers ring, but the second it hits the bin the guard gives her a small smile promising to protect it. 

Ozzy and Halen are a bit easier, you have to give up your earrings and Wayne his watch but they were soon ushered into the courtyard where other families all sat together having fun. 

In the center, sitting at a table by himself, sat Alan looking anxious and eyes casting around nervously. The second his eyes land on the family, a smile splits across his face from ear to ear as he stands and fixes the jumpsuit he was wearing. 

He looked nervous, and that made Eddie feel a little easier about everything. 

“Hey guys…” he smiles, when they make it to the table. “I am so glad you could make it.” 

“Hey Alan.” Wayne mutters, and they stare at each other for a second before Alan holds his hand out to shake like a peace offering. 

“Motley, good to see you again angel.” He smiles, holding out his hands for a hug if she wanted. She does, giving him a full hug before sitting down. Ziggy smiles at him, sitting by her sister quickly and Wayne sits with Halen. 

You stand by Eddie, allowing him to lead you a little closer by your lower back. 

“You must be …..” Alan smiles, reaching a hand out to shake. “My son told me about you a couple years ago when he came to see me.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, and Eddie feels something pinch in his chest. “You know Motley, this one is Ziggy-“

Ziggy goes to bite you when you place your hand on her head, to which you pinch her cheek. “Then we have Halen and Ozzy.”

“You have a little army.” Alan laughs, watching as you sit with Ozzy. Eddie stands awkwardly with the picnic basket Wayne had carried in, Alan moves in for a hug and Eddie is quick to shake his hand before sitting down with his family and allowing Alan to sit as well. 

“They said we could bring food so we did.” He mumbles, opening the basket and beginning to set everything up. 

“Thank you guys! This is great. I was beginning to think you might not…..” Alan blanches, anxiety pouring off him. 

“Sorry. We all got a bit of a late start.” You explain, smiling in Eddie’s direction slyly. 

“I want to know everything. What do you kids do for fun? What’s your favorite animal?” 

“I dance!” Ziggy mumbles, snatching a sandwich Eddie had been trying to pass her. “You wanna see me twirl?”

“I would love to.”

“Maybe after you eat.” Eddie mumbles before she can rush to do it. “Once she finds a way to escape the table she can’t ever sit back down.” 

“Not true!” 

“So true.” Eddie laughs. 

“Kid. You’re an everyday Houdini with dinner tables.” Wayne teases, using his fingers to tickle her side which makes her laugh loudly, pushing his hand away. 

“Grandpa Wayne!” She whines and Alan freezes, keeping a smile glued on his face. Eddie’s side hurts, the scars aching from the bats teeth. 

“She…. They all call him-“ he tries to explain before you’re there to save him. 

“The kids missed their grandma and grandpa from my side and I insisted they call Wayne here Grandpa Wayne.” You explain. 

“You live with them? Isn’t that right?” Alan asks, looking at Wayne. 

“Yes. Little boss pants over here insisted I move in after my hip surgery.” Wayne smiles and you roll your eyes playfullly.

“BIRD.” Halen yells happily, pointing up to the bird flying overhead before bouncing up and down happily and clapping. 

“BAT!” Ozzy calls next, pointing to Eddie’s bat tattoos. 

“How many tattoos you got now boy?” Alan smiles, looking at his son. 

“Oh, Eddie, you should show him your newest one.” Wayne offers. “He’s got the kids' names down his side. It looks great.”

But Eddie blanches, hands shaking as he rubs his side. “Well uh-“ 

He lifts the shirt slowly, showing the tattoo that has all the first letters of their names and their birthdates by them. 

Alan smile falls as he sees his sons side and abdomen, all the scarring there. “Wow….” 

“My dad has cool scars!” Motley explains, tracing along the outer edge of one. 

“What from?” 

“Oh…. Just stuff.” Eddie mumbles out. “We made you some potato salad.” 

As soon as all the plates were full everyone began a natural conversation, Alan asking question after question about the kids. 

And once lunch was done Alan invites the kids to play some game that they had set up in the courtyard. 

“They let anyone with good behavior do this.” He explains as he leads them to the games. 

“Yeah? Family day?” Wayne clarifies. 

“Yeah.” 

“Have you been bad?” Ziggy asks, holding Wayne’s hand as they walk. “Since this is your first family day?” 

“No. I’ve been allowed for a couple years. But I just….. didn’t know if anyone would be interested in coming.” Alan answers truthfully. “You remind me of your grandma.” 

“I do?” Ziggy smiles. 

“Oh yeah. She liked asking questions too. Never stopped.” Alan laughs. “She spent her life wondering new things.” 

“Do I look like her?” 

“Oh, Zigster-“ Eddie starts but Alan is quick to stop him. “Yeah you kinda do kid. You got her bright eyes.” 

Her smile widens and soon enough she was moving to the jump rope game with him close to her. 

“This isn’t going bad.” You mumble, watching the girls with Wayne and Alan. “How you feeling?” 

“Tense. Pain. Awkward.” Eddie blurts, shuffling Halen around in his arms. “I…. This is not what I imagined.” 

“I know.” You mumble, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “But I’m really happy you did.” 

“I…..” he trails off, sitting on the benches with you. 

“I don’t know how to help Motley with this.” You mumble. “But you’re helping her and you need to know that it absolutely means the world to me.” 

“You guys mean the world to me.” He smiles, hand rubbing your knee as he bounces Halen in his lap. “Would you ever…. Allow a supervised visit?” 

“For Alan?” 

“No. For Billy-“ 

“No.” You snap out, body physically turning away from him. 

“I know. I just think she needs closure-“ 

“Shut up.” You snap out, standing quickly to go stand with the rest of your group.  

Eddie sighs out, chest aching. 

- 

The car ride on the way home is silent as all the kids play with the wooden ornaments Alan had made them. Wayne holds the pack of photos you guys had gotten with Alan in his hand and you say between the twins with your arms crossed glaring out the window. 

You hadn’t said a word to him since he asked and he was beginning to think he really fucked uo by bringing it up. 

Dinner passed in silence and by the time you got the kids ready for bed you both split up to get everyone into bed. 

Eddie took the girls, reading them both a bedtime story before taking a moment to pick up the basement lounge area that had been made into their shared playroom. 

By the time he makes it upstairs he moves to see if you’re still with the twins, shocked to find that both of them are completely passed out and their starry night light the only source of light in the room. 

So he shuffles to the room, finding you sitting on the bench with tears streaming down your face that you keep quickly trying to wipe away. 

He shuts the door, moving closer to sit in his knees in front of you. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is so silly.” 

“No it’s not.” He mutters, rubbing your thighs. “Nothing that makes you upset is silly.” 

“I just don’t know how to help her with this. I’ve never had to go through it and I hate the thought of him seeing her but she’s gotta have something going on here and I can’t be selfish-“ you begin to rant, taking a deep breath in and moving to hold his hands. 

“We can try a supervised visit to see if it helps her. Or maybe we ask to see what she wants.” Eddie offers. “Or maybe we distract her with a trip to Disneyland.” 

“Shut up!” Your laugh is watery and you slap his shoulder lightly as he lunges up to kiss you. It’s urgent and strong, and you immediately melt into it as his hands slide up your body to keep you pulled close to him. 

“I hate when you’re mad at me.” He murmurs when he pulls away, finger tracing your cheek slowly as he admires you. 

“I wasn’t mad at you.” You mumble, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I just….. it scares me you know?” 

“I know. I also kind of sprung the idea on you.” He answers. You both work in tandem, slowly beginning to undress each other, one piece of clothing at a time as you keep coming in for more kisses. 

“Did you lock the door?” You whisper, and he grunts out, sliding from the bed to make sure the door is locked before dashing back to you. 

-

The diner you had chosen to meet Billy at was extremely crowded. Which is why you had chosen it. 

You sat at a table for 4, with Motley and Ziggy on either side of you as Billy sat across from you. He has an irritated expression, had one the entire time as Motley and Ziggy talk to him about anything and everything they could. 

His answers remained short, and the girls were definitely getting hurt by it. 

“I got the chicken tenders and there was only supposed to be three but I got five!” Motley explains with excitement. 

“Ok.” Billy shrugs, not really caring and taking a bite out of his burger. 

Halfway through the lunch they both decided to just talk to you instead which you were fine with, and once he was done eating he put cash down for his own before kissing their heads and heading out. 

You stayed sitting there, smiling at the girls as the waitress cleared the table. 

“Are you ready for the check?” She asks sweetly. “I’m sure I can get the chef to make you both a free milkshake.” 

She winks as the girls sit up happily and you smile back. “We’re actually waiting on my husband and their brothers. They’ll be here soon.” 

“Yeah, we had lunch with my biological dad. But my dad is coming to pick us up. He went to some really big store that had lots of game stuff.” 

“He plays DnD.” You nod, and the waitress smiles happily. 

“I’ll be right back ladies.” 

10 minutes later there is a round of milkshakes as the twins munch on a plate of fries while Eddie listens to the girls talk about the lunch. 

“I got the chicken tenders and there was supposed to be three but I ended up getting five!” 

“You’re absolutely kidding!” Eddie gasps. “The kitchen must have thought you were awesome.” 

“Must have!” 

“Did you have ketchup or mustard?” 

“Both!”

“Atta girl!” He smiles. “I got you something from the store.” 

He pulls out a small pouch and hands it to her so she can dig through it, pulling out a set of pink dice. “NO WAY!” 

“I want one!” Ziggy whines and Eddie laughs before pulling out a little princess figurine for her. 

“Nerds.” You mumble out which makes him give you a toothy grin. 

- 

“Daddy daddy daddy!” Ziggy yells excitedly, running up to where Eddie sat on the couch with his reading glasses on, focusing on the pages before him as the girl climbs up to get to him. “Guess what!” 

“What?” He smiles, closing the book to turn to watch her. 

She pulls her lip back with a finger to show a gap in her front teeth. 

“You lost a tooth!” Eddie laughs with excitement. “Oh Man! The tooth fairy is gonna come give you money tonight!” 

“I thought she gave chocolate? In the baskets?” 

“No zigster. That’s Easter.” He smiles at her. “The Easter bunny does that. Remember? He pooped all over the house?” 

The ‘poop’ had been brownies crumbled, rolled up and set along the floor to make it look like the bunny had pooped everywhere. The girls thought it was hilarious and Eddie regretted setting it up everytime he had to drag Zeppelin away from the brownies. 

“So she gives money?” 

“Always does.”

“How much?” 

“A dollar.” 

“That's cheap!” 

“Ohhhh be careful little one. She might hear you say that and bring nothing.” 

“She wouldn’t dare.” 

“Oh she would.” 

“What a bitch.” Ziggy sighs out and Eddie tries his hardest not to laugh. 

That night Ziggy gets 50 cents and a cute little note saying “how rude.” 

She was upset. Eddie thought it was hilarious.

- 

(Time change here gadies and lentlemen) 

“Babe! Have you seen my keys?!” Eddie panics from down the stairs, rushing around the house to try and find them as everyone upstairs gets ready for the day. “I can’t find them!” 

“Last I saw they were on the bannister!” You call down the steps and Ziggy dashes down, bangs and all. 

Ziggy was 11 now, and she had gone through a lot of changes. No more pigtails, now she kept her hair down with bangs, and she always had one tiny braid in it that she always tied off with one colored rubber band. Todays was bright green to match her nice little dress for picture day. 

“Hey papa.” She greets, dashing past him to get to the kitchen. “Do we have egos?” 

“Egos? Yeah. Sometimes. Eggos however, your aunt El ate them this weekend.” He explains while searching his bag for the keys. 

“UGH!” His daughter yells, stomping to go get cereal. 

“Hey dad!” Motley smiles, entering the kitchen and moving to kiss his cheek. 

“Hey Metalhead- absolutely not. Go up and change.” He snaps, shaking his head. 

Things had changed with Motley too, and Eddie hated it. Well he loved her but he hated that she had to go through puberty. Why couldn’t she just stay young and adorable forever?!

Gone were the overalls and plaited hair. 

Now she styled her hair in all the new trends and styles, she wore tiny skirts and tiny crop tops. Her nails were always covered with a new color every week and the amount of time Eddie asks her to pick up her stupid sandals has gone too far. 

Not to mention the amount of makeup the girls have in their bathroom downstairs. 

“What?! Dad!” She sighs, already ready to fight for her outfit. Today she had chosen a pair of heeled Mary janes with tights and a really short black skirt. That he didn’t mind, even if he was the slightest bit concerned about the skirt he knew he should be lucky she wore the pantyhose. The shirt she chose however was a no. 

“I can see your midriff!” 

“So?” 

“You raise your hand once and everyone will see your bra!” 

“Again, so?” 

“Motley Marie.” He snaps and she sighs out, stomping off to go change as you enter the kitchen with a smile. 

“Morning handsome.” 

“Babe I need my keys!” He panics, kissing you quickly before rushing past. “I can’t be late for work again!” 

“Why's Motley mad?” You ask him while helping him search. 

“I told her to put on clothes.” 

“Why’s Ziggy mad?” 

“Out of Eggos.” 

“Got it.” 

“Morning!” Halen smiles, jumping down the last 7 stairs which makes you gasp out in fear. 

“Halen, you know I hate when you do that!” 

“Looking for dads keys?” He asks with a shit eating grin that makes you both groan out and rush to the plants left on the banister. 

Lately Halen had been in a bit of a….phase? He liked to steal things. But not actually keep them. No the kid liked to steal and hide things just for the sake of it. His favorite spot to hide things happened to be the plants. 

So you both began digging through the plants, searching for the keys. 

Motley stomps back up the stairs, and Eddie whirls to see what she is wearing. “Better. Thank you.” 

“Whatever.” She grumbles out and moves to grab her bag. 

“Cute sweater. Now take it off.” You smile, watching her freeze. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The top that your dad told you not to wear is under it. You think I’m stupid?”

“UGH! This house is so stupid!” She screams, stomping back down the stairs. Her heels hit the stairs with a thump thump thump each time. 

“I would have never realized.” Eddie mumbles, before you pull out a pair of silver keys. “AHA! My beautiful wife!” 

“Do we have Eggos?” Halen asks, dashing to the kitchen where Ziggy is shoving her face with cereal. 

“No. Stupid.” 

“You’re stupid!” He snaps, moving to grab the box. 

“Those are mine!” Ziggy snaps. “You chose the Frosted Flakes!” 

“Just share!” Eddie sighs. “Your mom and I will go shopping later.” 

“Hey guys.” Ozzy mumbles, coming into the kitchen. 

The boys were 8, and somehow become exact opposites of eachother. Halen kept his hair short and mostly wore flannels and converse. He liked to steal things for whatever reason and was currently hyper fixated on baseball. 

Ozzy liked to keep to the baggy long sleeve shirts and black ripped jeans, he had been wearing out his pair of converse for years now and refused to wear the new ones you and Eddie got him. His hair, pitch black, was extremely curly and reached his mid neck. (I’m thinking like Finn wolfhard hair. You can choose though it’s your kid). 

He was currently obsessed with Eragon, and Nirvana. Both of which Eddie could support. 

Ozzy came in dragging his cello case until you grabbed it from him and set it on the couch. Instead of guitar the kid chose the cello, and Eddie had gotten him a nice black handmade cello. 

“You okay pal?” Eddie asks, watching Ozzy scramble to make toast. 

“Yeah. I stayed up late.” The kid mumbles. 

“Yeah! His reading light kept me up dad!” 

Right on cue Motley stomps back up, wearing a form fitting top that didn’t seem much better but at least she’d be able to raise her hand in class. 

“Better?” 

“Not much but I’ll allow it.” Eddie smiles, leaning to kiss her cheek right as there is a honk out front. “Really? Samantha can’t just come to the door?” 

“It’s not Samantha.” Motley shrugs, grabbing her bag and lip gloss before heading out the door. 

“Wait what?!” Eddie calls, following her out. “Fucking Aaron again.” 

“Dad, don't embarrass me.” She snaps as she gets into the car. 

“Hey man-“ Eddie calls, stopping the door before she can close it on him. 

“Don’t worry Mr. Munson. She’s in good hands.” 

“I don’t want her in any hands!” He snaps out, glaring at the idiot of a kid. 

“Dad!” 

“Okay. Fine. Just be careful-“ the door is shut before he could finish his sentence and they are off. “Oh I hate this feeling of parenthood.” 

“Come on kids. We gotta go!” You call from the door, trying to get them all to the car. Halen dashes for his seat, papers flying out of his backpack that Eddie quickly moves to snatch. 

“Halen? Did you do your homework?” Eddie sighs, seeing most of them blank. 

“Ozzy did!” Halen smiles. “I’ll copy it when we’re there.” 

“That’s not how that works kid.” He warns as Halen buckles up. 

“Are you picking me up after baseball practice?” 

“Yes. I might be a couple minutes late because Ozzy needs to be picked up from orchestra.” Eddie answers, kissing his forehead. 

You load Ozzys cello into the trunk as Eddie kisses Ozzys head and whispers “don’t give your brother the homework.” 

“We both know I will.” Ozzy whispers back before pulling out another book. 

“Hey papa.” Ziggy calls, walking around the car with her painting kit. “Bye papa.” 

“Bye Zig. Good luck with art class today okay?” 

“Good like with Jared.” She smiles, making him smile at the memory of his stupid new mechanic. “Who doesn’t know what a wrench is?” 

“Bye, love you.” You mutter, kissing him quickly before jumping in the car. “Don’t forget Motley has cheer practice tonight, she’ll be home around 8. I’ll be with Ziggy tonight for parent teacher conferences. If she’s a minute late-“ 

“Grounded. Got it.” He smiles, leaning down to get an actual kiss. “Don’t forget I love you.” 

“Never do.” You tease.

-

“I don’t get it.” Samantha mumbles, watching Motley through the schools bathroom mirror with wide eyes. “You’re bailing again?” 

“I just don’t have time.” Motley sighs, fixing her lip gloss. “I have plans.” 

“But we always do friday movie nights.” Sam whines. “Motley-“ 

“There’s a party tonight.” 

“Then I’ll go with you.” 

“You weren’t invited.” Motley laughs in her friends face before taking off the shirt she wore over her favorite top and walking out of the bathroom. 

On the way out she bumps into Vinny, shrinking a bit at the glare he gives her. 

“Munson.” He snaps, shoving past her to get to class. 

“Harrington.” She responds, blanching as he flips her off over his shoulder. 

Vinny or Vince as he likes to go by now, had grown up quite a bit. Gone was Vinny the nerdy boy that only read and never talked to anyone. 

In his place came Vince, the schools valedictorian and the best baseball player they had. He had grown into an extremely attractive man and it didn’t help that he was nearly 6’3. 

The thing was? He hated Motley and her friends. Hated them for being bullies because that’s exactly what all her new friends were. 

“Harrington?” She calls, swiveling to follow him. 

He doesn’t turn, merely keeps walking like he could ignore her. “Hey Harrington!” 

“What do you want?” He snaps out. 

“There’s a party tonight and I wanted to see-“ 

“Motley. Are you serious?” Vince snaps, glaring down at her. “It’s DND night.” 

“So?” 

“Everyone is there for dnd night?” He asks. “It’s tradition.” 

“They won’t even notice that I’m not there-“ 

“You’re dad is never gonna let you go.” 

“He doesn’t have to know.” She shrugs. 

“Whatever. Just….. leave me alone okay? And have your friends leave my brother alone. He already struggles with his speech thing and you guys just make it-“ 

“W-w-w-orse?” She teases, laughing at his brother until his glare deepens. 

“You know what? I heard my dad talking to yours the other day and he said that you were starting to remind him of Billy. I didn’t see it at first.” He sneers. “I see it now.” 

And he’s off again, leaving her in the crowded hallway feeling stupid. 

Part Six HERE

(Do we want more? What do we think?"

(Merry Merry christmas!!)

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Award Show - Q.H

@beccatkachuk : my winner

tagged : @jackhughes @_quinnhughes @lhughes_06 @elblue6

location : Vegas

_quinnhughes : thank you babyyy💖💖💖💖

bboeser : THATS MY CAPTAINNNNNN 🫦🫦🫦

zadorov_16 : cuties

eliaspettersson : mmmmmmmmffffffff look at my quinny baby 🤤🤤🤤

matthew_tkachuk : you will never be anything but my lil brothers best friend to me , I cant believe your dating my sister lol. 😬😬

kuzya_096 : oooo you look like a lil model, and im not talking abut you Becca heheheh 🥴

↪ beccatkachuk : could you not be a perv for like 10 seconds . HES MINE

tdemko30 : couldn't be more proud of you quinny!!!! glad lex and I could be there to witness

↪ beccatkachuk : STOP BC YOU AND QUINNS HUG MADE ME TEAR UP OMG

bradytkachuk : at least youre wearing clothing @beccatkachuk

arturssilovs1 : QUINNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

lindholmelias : I feel like a proud dad

taryntkachuk : dang sis who was your photographer ? bomb ass job

↪ beccatkachuk : some chick idk her name

_tylermyers_ : happyyy cappppyyyy

soucy71 : aaaaaaaaaahhhhh

katepettersen_ : stunnnnnnnning & handsome!

elblue6 : HONEYYYYY! You look beautiful! So happy we got to catch up last night, its like since you started dating Quinn he forgets we've known you since diapers!!💖🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

colecaufield : oo go quinn

nilshoglander : I cant wait to give you a big HUGHES hug tehehe

jackhughes : CONGRATS BUDDDDYYYY

lhughes_06 : proud of you dude

nicohischier : BIGGGG CONGRATS DUDE!!!! thats sickkkkk

dawson1417 : wait a diddly doo da moment I know you!

luca.fantilli : LSFGGGGG SO PROUD OF YOU BROTHAAAA!

edwards.73 : that’s my best friends big brother!!!

dylanduke25 : QUINNNNNYYYYY BOP YASSSSSSS

jacob_truscott20 : go bestie go

adamfantilli : 🫡🫡

g.brindley4 : 🏆🏆🏆

seamuscasey36 : a legend

A.N :

in honor of quinny winny here you go :) sometimes posts like this are awk after a few comments bc idk what else to have them say other than congrats lmaoooo

tagged : @skylershines @noahkahansorangejuice @quinnylouhughesx43

[bitchinbarzal]

missing you, quietly — luca fantilli

warnings; mentions of death & suicide. read at your own discretion.

-

Nobody really remembers what happened that night. They were up by three in the second period, everyone was happy.

Someone, an officer administrator came out onto the bench and called over coach. He walked off and spoke to her before he returned, his face was white.

Nolan noted the whispers of the staff and he looked concerned but before he could ask what was going on, Naurato called the officials over.

They huddled up and mumbled to each other before the officials announced

“The game has been stopped per request of Michigan, all remaining minutes will be played after a period break”

Nobody knew what was going on as they traipsed back to the locker room.

“Coach what’s going on?”

He stood in the middle of the room and cleared his throat “We were just contacted by a member of campus police. A student has been killed on her way here this evening by a drunk driver”

There were immediate mumblings of who it was.

Brandon turned to Ethan who dropped the stick in his hand and scrambled for his phone. The sudden movements caught everyone’s attention.

“Ethan, buddy don’t-“ “No! No, it’s not her!”

Coach watched him as Ethan called you again and again with no response. Tears streamed down his face and coach sighed

“The student who was killed this evening was y/n”

Everyone walked to console Ethan while Luca sat in his stall, mouth opened and heart beating at what felt like a million miles a minute.

They never went back out to play. Michigan forfeited the game.

The days and weeks following your death were nothing short of painful and silent.

Ethan went home to be with his family in this time but ultimately it was decided the Edwards would hold a funeral for you in Michigan, that’s where you felt at home.

Luca didn’t talk much to anyone. Adam had made comment about it once or twice but their mom simply said “Luca’s an empathetic boy, Adam he’s probably just feeling sorry for his teammate”

He wasn’t. He was heartbroken over the death of the love of his life.

Luca attended the funeral service and sat in the back row, waiting until everyone had left to then approach the front and mumble through his tears

“I miss you, so freaking much baby”

He consoled Ethan on occasions, listening to him tell everyone nobody knew what it was like to be this upset. While Luca hadn’t lost a twin and he wouldn’t know that feeling, he so desperately wanted to shout out how he did know the sadness because he was sad too!

He didn’t. He stayed quiet.

Luca thought that by three months past your death, it was all over. He didn’t have to bite his tongue during commemorations of your life.

That was until the team were suiting up for practice one Wednesday morning.

"how you holding up, Eddy?"

Ethan shrugs "My moms still hysterical everyday but the police dropped off her phone to me on my way here" he says, waving your iphone around in his hand.

"You look at it?" Mark asks, slipping his jersey on.

"Nah, I don't know her password"

"It's you guys' birthday" is all mark replies, earning a skeptical look from Ethan but it works and Mark smiles

"She always let me use her phone for the aux in the car'

Ethan stands and scrolls through your phone. Your background was a picture of you and him on his draft day, the devils jersey in your hand while you looked so proud.

A few texts from friends and family members gone unread; mom, dad, even one from him he sent late the night you died begging you to call him and say it wasn't true.

then he landed on a text thread from 'my love

he clicked on it, eyebrows furrowed. There were messages sent since you died.

call me, tell me it isn't true

baby please, please be ok

I love you, come home

There were more he read through, still no idea who this person was. He clicked on the contact and dropped the phone, causing everyone to look over at him.

Ethan looked up, eyes scanning the locker room until they landed on who he'd been looking for.

"You son of a bitch! You were fucking my sister!"

Ethan storms across the room, out to hurt someone when he was held back by Adam, Luke and Mark

"Ethan stop, he was not!" Adam yells.

Luca gulps "Yeah... I was"

Everyone stared at him, he felt as if the walls were closing in on his chest.

Adam steps forward, protecting his big brother “Back off Edwards… I mean it”

Ethan scoffs “You were seriously fucking my sister? Dude what the fuck is wrong-“

“I was not! I wasn’t just- Jesus, fuck Ethan she’s dead stop being so fucking vulgar!” Luca screams, throwing his helmet across the room.

The rest of the boys take a few steps back.

“I wasn’t just fucking her, she’s not some puck bunny you dick! She was my girlfriend!”

Ethan scoffs “no, she would’ve told me”

“No, she didn’t want to because she was scared of how you’d react… clearly she was right!” Luca snaps, shoving past him and leaving the locker room.

Ethan stands with his chest heaving still “Can you believe him?”

Nobody speaks until Johnny stands up “You didn’t hear him Eddy, he screamed and cried that night I thought he was actually going to be sick and he couldn’t breath”

Ethan’s glare snaps to him “So you knew?”

“y/n used to tell you she was coming to study with me but instead they’d go out together” Johnny sighs “She liked him a lot and she didn’t wanna tell you because she was scared it would hurt the team”

Ethan doesn’t respond

“Luca tried to kill himself when you went back to Alberta”

At that, Adam’s head snaps to his teammate and Nolan goes to speak when Johnny continues “I found him real early in the morning with way too many pills and he was just scared and alone, he grieved her death for far too long all alone”

“Ethan, you aren’t the only one who was hurt when she died don’t be so hard on him, he’s already beating himself up too much already”

Luca didn’t speak to anyone for the following days, Adam had left food for him and his mom tried calling along with Nolan but he didn’t talk to anyone.

Ethan sat with your phone watching as the notifications came in from Luca, texts confiding in you as if you were on the other end still. It was when Ethan read the text;

you’re the love of my life, I’m feeling pretty lost without you.

That he knew, Luca had been suffering in silence.

Saturday came and the team were facing off against Ohio state for the first time since the night you died.

The teams had prepared a ceremonial jersey for Ethan to receive with your name and number on the other side. The girls team, your team were in the stands to watch too.

Luca was there early to avoid being in the room with Ethan.

By the time warmups had come and gone nobody had spoken to him. All a little concerned.

When the puck was ready to be dropped the lights dimmed and the announcer read

“Three months ago, when these two teams last played we lost a member of our Michigan family — y/n was a star hockey player, daughter, student and twin to one of our own. Tonight we gift her jersey to her twin brother, Ethan. To honour her by the people who love her most”

Ethan skated forward to collect the jersey and thanked those who gave him it. He placed it on the bench and the game got underway.

You were seemingly controlling the score for the team that evening because when the game finished 7-2 everyone said

“Hey look, seventy-two joined us this evening!”

Luca smiled, headed back to the locker room remembering back to you telling him how you got your number as you were all but one minute older than Ethan so you had a number one before him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he walked back to his Stall only to find a maize jersey staring back at him.

Edwards

72

Luca didn’t speak, his fingers grazed the number before he looked back to Ethan, who was already staring at him with a soft smile.

It wasn’t much and nothing was going to fix this but it would be a little better now Luca didn’t have to miss you quietly.

[applesaucesims]

Ever since Leah's passing, the old Jones home had stayed empty, only the graveyard still in use and kept in the general family ownership. With nobody left to look after it, the house had quickly become overgrown with plants, but the family did not mind. If anything, it felt as though their ancestors were given new life through them.

The funeral was not just for Edward, either. Just that morning, Tilly's partner Everett had passed away, too. Since him and Edward had been friends since school years, before him and Tilly had even met, it did not come as a surprise, though that did not make it any less sad.

Christine was now the only member of the family left that had actually been born in the old house. With that thought in the back of her mind, she looked upon the graves in front of her, knowing that it likely was her turn next. Her husband Parker, who was stood just behind her, seemed to notice her pensiveness and gently stroked her shoulder, while their three children almost subconsciously moved closer in support.

Once everyone had broken off into separate groups, Emma sat down on the stairs with her brother, accompanied by their partners, for some catching up time. It had been a while since they had talked, apart from general family gatherings, since Emma was busy with the kids during the day, and Kenneth was often with his band at nights.

Aside from that, Kenneth and Tia had been busy with more than just music. Their romantic involvement had come to a level at which they had decided to just go and tie the knot. Feeling so elated after one of their performances, they had ran off to the town hall to elope, just the two of them.

Of course, Emma felt a bit sad about the fact that she was not at her brother's wedding, but she understood that a quick ceremony without big announcements was much more his style. Mostly, she was happy that he had found his way in life, and Tia was a lovely person, so he was in good hands. Deep down, she knew their father would have thought the same, and she made sure Kenneth knew about this, too. And still, even if not on the wedding day itself, the two siblings could have a late celebration some other day, or Emma would make sure to remind Ken about it until they did.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Emma: "Gosh, I wish we would have had more time."

Kenneth: "Tell me about it."

Tatiana: "Right, I now wish he'd have been there with us."

Kenneth: "Me too."

Emma: "Been where with you?"

Kenneth: "Well, in between gigs, we sort of... eloped."

Emma: "What!? And you didn't invite me?"

Kenneth: "Hey, the point of eloping is that nobody's invited."

Tatiana: "We would have, had it been any other way."

Kenneth: "Though now I wonder how it might've been with Dad around."

Emma: "Oh, you know he's always been your biggest supporter. He'd be proud either way. But you've got to invite Niall and me for dinner some time to make it up to us!"

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART THREE)

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y/ndevils00 hello and welcome back to tonight’s game recap, also known as the jack hughes show!

tonight my dear captain got into ANOTHER scrimmage, and landed his ass in the naughty boy box! this call was completely in the wrong though, and the refs were obviously paid off, so,,, take what you will from that.

my favorite dilh on the whole team: shara, got the first goal of the night!! GO YEGOR, GO!

(fuck it we) bahl also scored a goal tonight! however i did not get a picture because i was getting a beer… sorry kevin

i caught merc-dog and edward cullen gossiping about how cute my outfit looked, can’t really blame them, i looked hot tonight 🤭

and finally, lil jizzy got a hat trick tonight! to me! because one of his goals was actually taken away for offsides but i think that’s stupid and i’m protesting it. but if we’re being technical, he got 2 goals 🙄 i just think we shouldn’t be technical. anyways, rowdy had a great night and i’m so proud of him! and he’s gonna have an even better night later! (is this what they call a hard launch?)

however, the boys lost 5-4 to the sabres and did not clinch their playoff spot tonight because this game was as rigged as a nepo baby’s career! there’s always tomorrow, i guess!

tagged nicohischier, sharangovich17, dawson1417, ryangraves27 and jackhughes

nicohischier thank you? i guess?

y/ndevils00 you’re welcome! i always stand up for you swiss cheese!

nicohischier no matter what you say, it isn’t a good nickname

y/ndevils00 you just hate when i’m happy

sharangovich17 dilh? and thank you y/n!

y/ndevils00 dilh: Dad I’d Like to Hug! 🫂🫂

sharangovich17 oh, i will hug you tomorrow!

y/ndevils00 YES! SUCK IT LOSERS, I GET A SHARA HUG

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 who are you talking to?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you.

user51 JACK AND Y/N CONFIRMED

user38 and through an innuendo nonetheless 😭 that’s such a y/n way to confirm their relationship

jackhughes this is not what a hard launch is

jackhughes sometimes i question your sanity

y/ndevils00 yet you’re still with me

jackhughes i have a thing for crazy girls

y/ndevils00 damn, no wonder you’re so down bad for me

jackhughes thank you baby. love you!

y/ndevils00 you left something out

jackhughes love you to the moon and to saturn 🙄🪐

y/ndevils00 awww i love you too baby

user70 y/n and jack officially confirmed but the devils lost?! this is the best and worst day of my life

dawson1417 can confirm we were talking about your outfit, and definitely not the game that was going on right at that moment

ryangraves27 yes, your outfit was so much more important

y/ndevils00 i knew it! thank you boys, i put a lot of thought into that outfit 😌

jackhughes she threw it on 10 minutes before we had to leave

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes absolutely nobody asked you

john.marino97 i hate to break it to you, y/n, but the game wasn’t rigged

y/ndevils00 i think i know more about hockey than you do genius

john.marino97 you can’t just pull out that vine every time someone educates you, y/n/n

y/ndevils00 who says?

dawson1417 who says by selena gomez

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 you get me 🫂

[president-alpine]

A doodle of Henry finally calling Jervis “dad” for the first time

And Edward finding out he has a son!

But since I have time, here are some of the reactions finding out Jervis has a son

Jonathan Crane: I know I wrote about him a while back but he was shocked when he heard the news, enough to drop the fear toxin he was working on

Edward Nygma: He has SO many questions, and mad that Jervis didn’t tell him this! How dare he! But now he has someone else to try his riddles and test on

Harley Quinn: She is shocked but finds Henry an adorable Mini-Jervis! Especially the matching outfits and top hats, and would totally teach him how to roller skate

Joker: What do you think he does? Immediately starts teaching Junior how to handle dangerous things without Jervis knowing and teaching him jokes. Jervis has white hair every single time Joker hands Junior a baseball full of Joker Toxin

Batman: Worried but lowkey proud that Jervis has taken care of Henry, so much so that Henry is willingly to follow him nearly everywhere and has a lot of fun.

Still feels bad every time he has to stop Jervis from his latest evil scheme and put him in Arkham, thus separating him from Henry. But they’re both oddballs

[franciscrozierofficial]

This morning one of my lieutenants referred to me as “dad” by accident.

What should I do. Those admiralty bastards never prepared me for this.