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sambhavami · 8 months

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Ehi Murare - Mitravinda (Part 5)

Mitravinda stared into the horizon of the city of Avanti. The colourful tents adorning the outskirts of the illustrious town gave her no joy today for they were but a reminder of her impending fate. Her swayamvar was to take place the next day. The tents were populated by her suitors from across the world. She felt a shiver running down her spine every time she thought of marrying any of them. How could she? Wasn’t it a sin to surrender oneself to more than one man? How could she marry any of them when her heart already belonged to Krishna, the best among all men, and the Yadavas? Rukmini must have performed unparalleled penances for she was able to send a message to her Lord in just the nick of time! Her brothers were wary of the possibility now. She was effectively on house arrest since the announcement of her impending marriage was made.

She turned around puzzled, as the tinkling laugh of a familiar voice drew closer. She smiled for the first time in a long time as she saw the bright, smiling face of Subhadra, her Lord’s sister and her cousin. “Well, well, if it isn’t my least favourite cousin!” Teased Subhadra as the women embraced. Despite the initial surge of happiness, Mitravinda found herself unwilling to partake in normal sisterly banter. She smiled and politely nodded while Subhadra kept chattering about the highlights of her visit, seemingly unaware of her cousin’s disinterest.

That afternoon, as the sun rose to the helm of the sky, and scorching sunlight ricocheted off the golden kalash at the tip of the temple of Sri Mahakaleswara, the girls retired to their chambers seeking the sweet midday nap. Soon, most of the women had fallen asleep. Even the kanchukis fanning the royal ladies were nodding off at intervals. Yet, sleep evaded the lotus eyes of Princess Mitravinda. Nervously, she kept repeating prayers under her breath beseeching the great Lord Mahakala.

Rolling over to her side, she found Subhadra wide awake and staring at her expectantly. “Dearest sister mine, do you have anything to say?” Mitravinda raised an eyebrow markedly, “Do you have nothing else to do but tease me all day?”

“Well, isn’t it customary to tease the bride-to-be? I heard it’s good for an auspicious marriage.” Retorted Subhadra, “Last chance cousin, anything to say at all? I’m just putting it out there- the entire city of Mathura saw you practically fainting when my brother walked past you the last time you came to visit, you couldn’t hide it even if you tried!” Mitravinda blushed bright red at the mention of that faux pas. Was it really that obvious?

“Well, I suppose it would have been nice if he were an option in the swayamvar, but both you and I know that’s not happening.” She said with a sad smile.

“In fact, I am really surprised my brothers let you come here in the first place!”

Subhadra smiled mysteriously, “So, you would choose him if he were an option, right?” Mitravinda nodded silently.

“Good to know,” Subhadra yawned and rolled over to the other side and as far as appearances go, she was fast asleep in a minute.

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As the sleepless night rolled into a glaring morning, Mitra’s anxiety grew. She felt as though Lord Nataraja himself were dancing within her heart. People ran hither and thither all around her, while Mitra felt like the world itself had stopped turning. Her sisters-in-law had gathered around her, adorning her in a bride's garb. Under their breaths, they muttered consolations. Nearly all of them had been abducted from their homes by Mitra's brothers, Vinda and Anuvinda. Suchitra, the youngest wife of Vinda complained, like nearly every other day, "Your brother is lucky we took our vows in the temple of Mahakala! It's the only reason, I don't just stab him in his sleep! He killed all my brothers and my nephew! He was only fourteen!" Suchitra ran away, hiding her tears. She had not yet adjusted to her life here. Devadarshita, Vinda's oldest wife shook her head in disapproval. While she hated the ways of her husband, she didn't approve of the open hostility. She had after all bore the physical brunt of her husband's anger, long back, when she still had had the heart in her to protest. Instead, she simply sighed and concentrated on braiding Mitra's hair. Her silence also stemmed from the fact that she was the only one who had chosen Vinda in a swayamvara, and held herself responsible for her fate to some extent.

All four of Anuvinda's wives were abducted. They mostly preferred to keep their heads down and get on with their lives. There had been a fifth wife, Anuvinda's first wife. She had stood up to him once, refusing to allow him entrance to his newly-abducted second wife's room. By the next week, she had vanished from the palace. No one knew where she went or what happened to her. Even today, five years later, the second wife made sure to offer special prayers to Mahakaleswara on the date of her disappearance. No one had any doubts about the quality of the Kings and Princes who would be invited to this swayamvara. Quietly, Chandrika, one of the queens whispered into Mitra's ears, as she tied something to the end of her saree, "We are all bound by the promises we made before the Lord Mahadeva, but you won't be. Try out your new life for a week. If it is truly as unbearable, here's the finest poison I could find. Either take it yourself or feed it to him. Don't suffer like we do!" A lone tear rolled down Mitra's cheek as she stared off into the distance, barely heeding the remonstrations about ruining her makeup.

Subhadra, however, was bouncing around, happy as ever. She leaned in close to Mitra, applying kohl on her long, lotus-like eyes. She whispered to Mitra when no one was looking at them, "Just eat light today okay? We can't have you fainting again!" Mitra glared at her cousin. How could she be so insensitive? She was definitely as heartless as her brother!

Mitra pushed Subhadra's hand away from her face. "How would you feel if your brothers stopped you from marrying someone you loved?" She said.

Subhadra's face broke out into a wide grin, "I'd like to see them try!" Subhadra cupped Mitra's face in hers, "Just promise me, you'll hold on tight, will you? All the love, all the trust that you have in your heart, just bundle it all up, and hold on to it!"

"Hold on...to what?" Mitra asked.

"Just, hold on." Subhadra said kindly, "No matter what I tell people, you are my favourite cousin. How did you ever think I'd give up that easy? Just you wait and see."

Even though Mitra wanted to believe Subhadra, she had come to understand that this happy little cousin of hers was just overtly optimistic, and just a bit spoiled. She couldn't decide if she should pay her any attention or not. She did, however, cry comparing Subhadra's brothers to hers.

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Mitra felt numb and could hardly perceive her surroundings as she was led onto the arena of the swayamvar. Vinda and Anuvidya had tightly gripped an arm each. Vinda bent down to whisper to his sister, "I'll press hard on your arm when you reach our choice prince. Put the garland on him." She looked around with a well-laden garland of flowers in her hand. She felt less like a bride, and more like an animal led up to the dais for execution. No one in the arena caught her eye, for they were blurred out by a thick film of tears forming in her eyes. So, this is how it ends. Now will begin a lifelong slavery to a man other than her Lord. Even if she consumed the poison, she would still be bound to a random man for the rest of her mortal life, and be remembered eternally as his cowardly wife!

Mitravinda called out one last time to the dakshina-murthi Lord Mahadeva- the south-facing Lord of boundless compassion. Sati, his first wife, had embraced the flames for the honour of Shaivya’s Lord Shiva. If he didn’t show compassion now, Krishna’s Shaivya would also definitely meet a similar fate! Mitravinda felt her brothers discreetly dragging her up the aisle of suitors. She could feel their eyes boring into her, sizing her up. Some of them had the decency to look uncomfortable, but no prince charming burst out of the row, putting an end to the farce. Instead, she was marched up and down twice by her brother. Both times he had pressed arm when she had stood before Prince Duryodhana of Hastinapura. She could feel her brothers' glares almost piercing a hole through the back of her neck. She could also feel the forced smiles they still donned for the sake of appearances. Mitra felt a strange rebellion bubbling inside of her. She had never been so determined. She would not raise the garland around his neck on her own. If she was to be married to him, her brothers would have to physically make her go through the motions, shedding all garb of decency. If she went down now, she would go down kicking and scratching.

Suddenly a loud noise shook the sabha. Everybody turned to look at the locked main door. Someone seemed to be trying to break it down. Mitra's brothers immediately let go of her, drawing their swords instead. Most of the suitors followed suit. She gasped as, with the second bang, the heavy wooden doors of the guarded arena burst into a hundred pieces and a humongous golden chariot rolled in, enveloped in a startling ball of light. Her horror turned into incredulity as she spotted the figurine of the great bird Garuda at the helm of the chariot and the realization dawned on her. Subhadra, that sly little devil! She could have kissed both her and her brother right now!

Without a word, Krishna bent down and lifted her by the waist onto the chariot and immediately turned it around on its wheel, as her garland lay abandoned on the floor. The barricades of the Yadava army helmed by Balarama and Satyaki quickly flanked into two pieces making way for Krishna’s while simultaneously blocking the path of the other kings who attempted to follow. Terrified of her brothers’ reaction Mitra looked over her shoulder and sighed in relief to find that the Yadava army had again merged into a single front behind them. She gulped however as she saw Vinda and Anuvinda who had somehow broken free of the barricade and were now chasing them down on horseback. Krishna had also noticed them. He turned around with the speed of lightning and started raining numerous arrows on the brothers. He switched so quickly between fighting and driving the chariot, that Mitra could've sworn he had four hands, not two! Eventually, he managed to injure both of their horses, leaving them stranded on the road, as he sped up the chariot.

She looked back at Krishna whose gaze was fixated on the road as he guided the chariot over the rough terrain. Mitravinda took a deep breath and spoke with a smile, “You could have hurt me, you know?” Krishna spoke without looking up, “Don’t you get sassy with me miss! Heard you fainted?” Mitravinda blushed and laughed, and Krishna joined her as he finally slowed down the chariot over the plain road ahead of them.

The burning midday sun had never seemed so pleasant. Mitra turned back and whispered a quick, grateful prayer in the direction of the ancient temple.

#krishna #original writing #fanfic #mahabharata #hindu mythology #ashtabharya #Ehi Murare #mitravinda

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Sam Winchester: Out of the closet

Pride Collection 2021 June 5th

Pairing: AU! Sam W. x Sister!Reader

Pov: Y/n

Warnings: Coming out, support from a family member. Mentions of Dean and John.

Summary: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N- Bisexual, @firefly-graphics for the bisexual dividers Supposed to be posted on the 5th of June, but was unfortunately postponed to the 6th of June

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Today is the day that I'm going to tell Sam my most important secret.

I've had this secret for years now. It started my last year in high school, and with Sam being the older brother is, when he left for college he took me with him.

Anyways, He got me set up in an apartment, he came and visited me every other day. Going to class, and just being normal was nice, and it lasted for a while.

There was a party for the seniors that year. I toyed with the idea of dressing up and going out or just stayin' home and studying. I was very much Sammy when it came to my schooling. Something that I'd just learned from him over the years.

I just made a choice deciding that one night of partying wouldn't hurt me or my schooling. So I dressed up in a short red dress, black flats, and the only thing I had taken with me before leaving Dean and John.

Slipping into a black jacket that was a size too big, but smelled like my older brother Dean. I grabbed my keys and left. I had never gone to a party if you don't include the father-daughter dance that John half-ass took me to the Sam ended up having to save me from. Or the random school dances that I had.

Showing up to this party everyone's eyes were on me. It was a weird sensation to be stared at but in a sorta good way. In a way that made me wonder.

Very quickly I had a few guys surrounding me, their actions were pointless as I ignored them, and I left them to discuss between themselves. One good thing that John has taught me was not to take shit from anyone, I think he forgot that also meant him.

But regardless of that, I went to go see if I could find a few friends. I was met with a beautiful woman, her long legs covered in jeans with thigh-laced-up boots and a relieving t-shirt.

It didn't click then, or later on when I was tapped on the shoulder by a taller version of the woman. He had short blonde hair, dressed like every other jock, but the immediate feeling, sense I got from him was nothing but lust.

Now it's been seven years, seven years for me to try out things with many different people, and figuring myself out along the way. I've come to the conclusion that I don't just like the men that serve me coffee in the morning, or the women that I do yoga with.

Sam's older now, just by a year his beautiful wife and his kids, live in a small starter home at the end of our quiet town. Sam's wife has always taken a liking to me. And their kiddos call me Auntie.

It all around a great part of my life to be around my family. To be around so much love and admiration for each other. But the fear of saying the truth, the fear of telling my older brother makes me worry.

Makes me worry that I'll spill the truth on a silver platter and be told I'm not worthy of that love and admiration that I crave to have, that I enjoy seeing.

Sometimes it floats around, I can see even if it for just a brief moment. I can it flutter around Sam's kids, or him and his wife the way they share just a longing happy look for each other.

"I hate to bother you two live birds, but I was wondering if I could take the kiddos out for ice cream?" I ask Sammy, he smiles and says "Sure just be careful. Love ya." I gather their two kids up and well chase each other to my car.

In moments like this, I sometimes wish I already had kids. I also wish that their uncle and grandfather could be here to see them grow and flourish into strong men and strong women.

But regardless, we listen and sing along to a special playlist that we made together. Just a thing for the three of us to enjoy. "Auntie, play our songs please!"

Sam's youngest says her politeness reminds me of him. "Yeah, Auntie you gotta play our songs and sing along with us this time!" Sams oldest screams, he looks like Sam, but in reality, has the personality and swagger of Sam's wife.

We make it to our favorite ice cream place. They always get the same things, no matter the time of the season. "You two outta try something different," I say to them, they give me a look of 'How dare you to tell me to get something different.' I giggle, and we walk out to the shop.

Getting the kiddos back, and in bed was a task. They gave their kisses to me, and then to Sam. Their mother takes them to bed, so nows it's just my brother and me. "Good night pumpkins, Auntie loves you," I say Watching the two of them holding their hands and walk down the hallway.

There's no better time to tell him.

"Hey, are you okay Y/n?" Sam asks an almost empty beer in his hand. He's sitting across from me at the dinner table. I'm in my own thoughts, I'm brought back when I feel Sam's socked foot hit the bottom of my foot.

"Yeah, you could say that I'm okay," I say back, I'm starting to worry about what he might say, maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Look, I'm your older brother, I know when somethin' is bothering you," Sam says with a hopeful look. I frown, I might as well say the truth, that's something that Sam and I promised each other when we left Dean and John.

"Nothing is bothering me, Sammy, I just need to say something to you and I don't know how to phrase it." He puts his beer down and get's up grabbing my hand and taking me outside.

He'd always done this with me when we were younger. Dragging me to the open yard, he plopped down to the grass and drug me with him. He'd tell me when I was young, to look up in the sky and feel the earth below me. To let go of worries, and be calm be thoughtful.

"Sam, what are we doing out here? We aren't kids anymore." I said closing my eyes. "Y/n just please, do this for me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to phrase your thoughts." He said

I thought as he told me to do. It was nice to feel everything around me and not so much worry about things. "Are you better now Y/n?" Sam asked, I opened my eyes and smiled.

"A little yeah," I said, I might as well just say it, let it be in the open. Regardless of what Sam may think, or even say I'm just going to go for it. That's at least one major thing, Sammy, as taught me over the years.

"Sammy.. I've thought long and hard about telling you and even saying this out loud, but I'm bisexual," I said getting up and looking at my older brother.

He'd yet to give me a reaction, no change in his facial expression, no words yet spoken. It was just quiet, the weird unsettling silence, that gives me anxiety. Makes me worry that the sweet moment between a brother and his sister will forever be lost, that I'll never get to see my nephew and niece again.

But before I know it I'm encased in Sam's overbearing arms, he's hugging me tightly, reassuring me that he loves me, tell me that he proud of me. Everything thought that I had was wrong. He's my brother, after all, he knows me better than anyone.

"Can I ask a question, peanut?" He said, using a nickname he'd used many years ago. We were still hugging, I hummed. "Am I the first person you've officially told?" Sam asked.

I thought a minute, my partners that I'd been with hadn't really known, so yeah Sam was the first to know. "Yeah, I think you are Sammy," I said holding on tight to his hug.

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm always here for you peanut. Why don't you and I go out for the weekend tomorrow? Spend some quality time together?!" He asked. I smiled and hummed.

There was nothing better than being excepted and loved. Not only that but it also felt like a thousand-pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders by telling Sam.

Completed on: 06/05/2021

Posted on: 06/06/2021

Tag List: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @hobby27 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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omnivorousshipper · 3 years

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De Aged Deckard: You’re gonna go far, kid - Part 12

Summary: When the Shaw siblings try to break into an Eteon facility, they’re met with some unexpected consequences. Now, it’s up to Owen and Hattie to be the older siblings Deckard never had. Even if they have no idea what they’re doing

Part 11

Victor Shaw was a miserable man.

For years now, he’s been forced to live off the kindness of his brother who had to pay protection money to Victor’s own wife because she was now the head of a criminal empire. One that she had never included Victor in, thus leaving him to deal with his three children by himself. The children he hasn’t seen in several decades in fact because his oldest had shoved a gun in his and told him never to come back.

That had been the day Victor Shaw had truly broken down and become the sad shell of a man that you could find wandering the streets of London.

He barely did anything other than drink and bask in his own misery. Sometimes his nephews would come around and bug him to do join them on a job, but usually that left a bitter taste in Victor’s mouth. It was because he let Deckard start doing jobs with his cousins that he learned how to shoot a gun, and no doubt had killed his first man with them as well. And that was what he led Deckard to pointing one at him and Victor could see the conviction in his eyes. He could still remember back to that day perfectly.

He would never forget the pure rage and determination in Deckard’s eyes.

But what else would he have expected from the boy? His first born would kill or even die before he let his siblings be hurt and that had been exactly what Victor had tried to do. Looking back on it, he regretted just how far he had been willing to go to punish his children, but at the time he never expected for Deckard to fight back. The boy had always done what he asked, followed his instructions down to the letter, and was even scared of disobeying him. However, once Victor dared touch his younger children, all bets were off.

Deckard had been prepared to kill him that day.

Instead, he had spared him, demanding he leave and never come back.

So, Victor did as he was told.

He had left his family behind, never once going back to their family home and had begged his brother to take him in. Luckily, being the head of the local mafia, his brother had connections to keep him hidden from his wife, who didn’t even seem to bother looking for him. Which had only stung marginally. After Deckard had been born, they had barely seen each other except for a few nights of passion when Queenie was actually in town.

After Victor had run, his luck stayed just as shitty as before and he was stuck living with his aging older brother and his family, never once seeing his own. He would get snippets of news about his own children from time to time; Deckard went off to the military, Owen dropped out of college after a year, and Hattie graduated top of her class and went on to get several more degrees. Then, both Owen and Deckard going rogue and joining the criminal world once again. Hell, Victor had even heard about Owen’s huge stunt in London only a few years ago. He wished he could have seen his son in the action.

But, he knew he had given that all up the day he had nearly killed his own children.

Now, he was just a lonely old man sitting on a park bench, smoking a cigarette as he watched dozens of people pass by him, all enjoying their lives and reminding him just how miserable he was.

No wife, no children, and nobody to even care if he died right there and then.

Taking a long drag off his cigarette, Victor leaned his head back and stared up at the sky, letting the smoke escape from his slightly parted lips.

“Da?”

Blinking, Victor slowly brought his head down and stared at the little boy standing just in front of him. The boy had dirty blond hair, was wearing a skirt with leggings and a long sleeve shirt, which made him look absolutely silly in Victor’s opinion, but there was no mistaking who the boy was.

“Deckard?” Victor breathed out.

It wasn’t possible.

It couldn’t be!

How could the child version of Deckard be standing in front of him? There was no explanation for what was happening, unless he had accidently picked up one of his nephew’s joints instead of his cigarettes, but he knew that wasn’t the case. No, Deckard was clearly a child and standing in front of him.

“Mum said you were out with Uncle Dimitri.” Deckard told him, a frown marring his young face. His eyes were scanning over Victor rapidly as if he was trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. “But I wanted to see you before we left.”

“Left?” Victor couldn’t describe just how confused he was. What was going on? Who was Deckard talking about? Why had Queenie told him that? And how was Deckard a child?!

“Yes.” Deckard nodded dutifully. “Oh and Hatts say we can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Sorry.” Deckard’s answer came much quieter and he looked away, shame clear on his face as he admitted that.

“It’s fine, Deckard.” Victor frowned at the little boy. He couldn’t quite remember how Deckard was when he was this small. Was he always so timid?

Looking around, Victor searched around to see if anyone was coming for Deckard, and when he saw nobody, he stood slowly and almost cringed at how much he towered over the boy. He wished his wife hadn’t passed down the late growth spurt gene that seemed to be common in her family. Putting his hand out, Victor felt his family stretching in a way that felt odd. It took him a moment to realize he was smiling.

“Come on, son, how about we go and talk. I’d like to spend some time with you before you leave.”

For his part, Deckard stared up at him as if he had grown a second head before he took his hand. Victor felt the look stab him the heart; he knew exactly why Deckard had sent him that expression: he never showed any physical attention to his children, no matter how much they begged for it. No doubt Deckard didn’t expect him to start now. Straightening up, Victor vowed to do better.

Life had obviously let him have a second chance with his eldest and he didn’t want to squander it. So, as Deckard’s small hand slipped into his, he smiled even more as Deckard squeezed it and smiled up at him. How he wished he hadn’t wasted the first time he could have done this.

“Did you dress yourself?” Victor asked, trying to keep his smile and voice gentler, but could see his words had the opposite effect as Deckard scrunched in on himself.

“Sorry, Da. I know I’m not supposed to wear this stuff.” He mumbled, not daring to look up at him. “Oh said I could.”

Victor’s shoulders sagged as he saw the shame on Deckard’s face. He had almost forgotten how much a bastard he had been back then; he had mocked and ridiculed Deckard for wanting to wear dresses and skirts, but now, Victor couldn’t care less. Not when his own nephew had thrown away his own dresses and skirts for a binder.

Crouching down, Victor got on the same eye level with Deckard before he started speaking.

“Deckard, listen to me.” He looked his son right in the eye as he spoke. “I’m sorry for saying that you couldn’t wear those things. I should have let you wear them if you wanted to. You have my full permission to wear those things, and never ever let me or anyone else tell you that you shouldn’t.”

The little boy stared at him with large eyes as he nodded along. Smiling at his reaction, Victor slowly got to his feet, silently cursing his bad knees, and held his hand out for Deckard’s again. Much more enthusiastically, Deckard took his hand.

“Come on,” Victor looked down at his son. “Let’s go catch up.”

Setting off out of the park, Victor felt himself smiling more than he had in years, possibly his life as he led his now young son through the paths. He had no idea if he was actually dead and hallucinating this whole experience, or if Deckard really was a child again and giving him a second chance. Either way, Victor wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth- not when it came to being with his son again. No, he wanted to spend as much time with Deckard as he could, especially if his siblings were planning on taking him away.

#deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #victor shaw #original character #hobbs and shaw #omni writes #de aged fic #a different de aged fic

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sgwrscrsh · 3 years

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double double miya style: the epilogue

☁️a/n☁️ here we are, at the end of another series. writing this hit home extra hard since i’ve gone through something similar the last couple of months. but enough about me. please enjoy the final installment of double double, miya style: the series.

cw: implicit character deaths

“i still remember when we brought you home from this same hospital.”

“seems like it was so long ago. you were all just little babies that barely fit in our arms.”

three of the younger adults standing around the room shake their heads asynchronously.

"don't embarrass us like that, mom," ryuki says despite the sad smile spreading across his face.

"what's wrong with being a little nostalgic? we're all family here."

“speaking of which, where is your sister?”

“she said she was gonna be a little late since practice ran long. you know how it is for d1 athletes getting ready for the olympics,” ryo pipes up, pocketing his phone. “it’s a good thing we close shop on sundays.”

“and whose genius idea was that?”

“oh, shut up about taking credit already, umi,” hana teases, shutting the door behind her. “we get it, you have a degree in business management.”

“it only took him three major changes to finally make up his mind,” her twin quips without missing a beat.

“yea well, better late than never. ryo wouldn’t have been able to run both branches without me. he’s only good in the kitchen. not as good as my wife, of course, but good enough to keep customers coming, i suppose,” takumi places a sweet kiss on her lips and pulls away with a smile.

“that’s not what your boys said last time they stopped by for lunch, right, little dudes?” ryo leans down to offer his three identical nephews each a fist bump in turn.

“don’t try to steal my boys. my precious niece and nephew will get jealous.”

“it’s okay, uncle takumi. we’re used to it by now.”

“yea, at least dad can feed us properly.”

“hey! i can cook some stuff,” takumi huffs.

the two brothers who lay in their beds chuckled weakly as they listen to the familiar squabble, drawing the attention of the family around them. their gazes turned from amused to sad as their wives, children, and grandchildren took in their time-withered forms.

“anyway, i don’t know how you guys manage your busy jobs on top of your home lives. i just barely figured out how to balance work with my relationship. i mean, it does help that they’re on the team with me.”

“i mean, dad did it,” ryo points out, slinging his arms around his adopted children happily. “so did uncle tsumu.”

“exactly.” takumi’s boys swat at his hands mussing their hair, uncaring of their father’s soft smile. “but i can’t imagine how you do it as a single dad.”

“i had a lot of help before the divorce. she was just set on a different path from me, but she was still an amazing mother.”

“i’m sure you’d make a great mom, too, hana,” ryuki says. “huh, sweetie?” his wife nods in agreement, bouncing their young daughter in her arms. “though, being an exhibit curator for the museum lets me work from home most days. can’t really imagine the volleyball association could figure out a way for you to do the same.”

“yea, but i don’t think i’ll be ready for a family any time soon anyway.”

“you know,” atsumu takes you all by surprise when he croaks out his advice, waving away all of the concern when his frail body racks with coughs. “i didn’t think i was either. but when your mom told me she was pregnant, i was over the moon. nothing in the world made me happier than when you and your brother were born. look at you now. i couldn’t have asked for better kids.”

his words bring more tears to the eyes in the room than the retired setter knows, his wife taking his hand in hers and resting her forehead against it as her shoulders shake with sobs. not one to be outdone, his brother peels his eyes open to glance around the room before settling on his own sons and their kids.

“and i couldn’t have left the shop in better hands either. i’m glad you took your time to figure out what you wanted to do with your lives. you’ve made me so proud,” osamu reaches out to run his thumb under his wife’s eye, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “we did good, love.”

her hands come up to clasp his against her wet cheek, “we sure did. do you still remember what their first words were?”

osamu shuts his eyes again and hums, “it was one word with a joint effort. and it just had to be onigiri of all things.”

“samu would not shut up about it for weeks,” his older twin makes chuckles rise around the room.

“you weren’t much better when hana first said ‘dada,’ tsumu,” he scoffs.

“at least ryuki made my whole year when he made ‘mama’ his first word.”

“remember when dad taught us how to make onigiri for mother’s day?”

“at least one of us picked up the culinary skills that run in our family.”

“and between us two, one of us got the more athletic genes, too.”

“i’m happy with my simple life and job and family, thank you very much. besides, i distinctly remember being way better than you at volleyball when we were growing up.”

“that’s not what i remember! you sucked at serving, ryu! you’d always hit the net during youth club practice.”

“nuh uh!”

“you know, i think i remember the same thing, hana.”

“why are you all ganging up on me?”

between the bickering and the reminiscing, only their wives notice the content smiles spreading across the oldest twins’ faces, each of them grasping their hands tightly as tears stream ceaselessly down their weathered cheeks. and only they hear the words whispered their husbands’ parting breaths.

“i had the better life.”

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Widower (A Dad!Diego/The Umbrella Academy Fic)

A/N: I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So I am putting it out into the universe. But not actually making it canon (when did the Dad!Diego fics develop a canon? What is life?) so feel free to just pretend it never happened. I just needed to be angsty. Word Count: 1270 Content Warnings: Major Character Death; poorly handled grief; a few well placed swears

It had been a long time since he’d worn black. Ever since Y/N came into his life, he hadn’t felt like he needed it. He could be freer, he could let color in, he could be happy, content.

Eugene squirmed on his lap. The little boy was too young to know what was going on, just that he was uncomfortable in his itchy black baby-sized suit and that he was bored. Maggie knew a little better, in that she sensed that something was wrong, and that he was sad and squirming or complaining were the wrong thing to do. So she sat dutifully beside her father and brother on the hardback chairs, legs swinging slightly, and tried her hardest to be good.

“Hey Diego,” Allison murmured, suddenly appearing in the row behind him, leaning forward to talk softly to her brother, a tenderness between them that wasn’t usually there. “Do you want me to take the kids tonight, give you a little time to...deal with things by yourself?”

He turned to look back at his sister, so tired of being sad that his expression was completely blank, lifeless behind the eyes.

“T-t-t-t-t-that’s…” he closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I c-c-c-an’t.”

His stutter hadn’t been this bad since they were just young kids, since he had their father scolding him several times a day for not living up to an impossible standard. Her frown deepened.

“Diego, what do you mean you can't? It wouldn’t be an imposition, and…”

He shook his head. “N-no. If I...i-if th-they’r-re n-not…” his voice dropped to a mumble unable to force his mouth to make sounds at full volume.

“Never s-s-see th-e-em-m ag-g-g-ain,” she managed to catch, and immediately she wrapped her arms around him from their awkward position. Of course after everything that he’d been through this past week that would be his fear. She felt guilty that she hadn’t thought of it right away.

“Oh Diego,” she sighed. “They’ll be alright, I’ll make sure of it. Or I can take them to the Academy, have everyone there to watch out for them. But I understand. As a parent, your kids mean the world to you. We could have a ‘sleepover’ at your place? Me and Claire, and maybe the others?”

He shook his head and opened his mouth to tell her that he’d be okay. But he knew that was a lie. He didn’t think he’d ever be okay again. But all the old habits Y/N had helped him break - the determination that he had to do everything alone and the certainty that he wasn’t allowed to show how he was feeling - came crashing back down around him like prison bars.

“No,” he snapped, pulling away from her comforting touch. “I’ll h-handle it.”

“If you change your mind…”

“I’m fine, Allison.”

“Daddy,” Maggie asked him a few mornings later at breakfast. “W-where’s Mom-my?”

His eyes met her confused and pleading ones, the beat of his heart catching with the familiar skips of her stutter, and something inside him snapped. He dropped to his knees, face buried in his hands.

“Daddy?” she asked, voice as full of concern as a four-year-old’s could be.

But in that moment, tumbling head over heels, around and around, in the black hole of his despair, he could no longer hear his daughter. He couldn’t feel it when her little hand tugged at his shirt. Because it required a person to do those things, and he wasn’t anymore. He was nothing but his grief.

“Diego,” a voice cut through his fugue. He couldn’t remember when he stopped crying, giving in to emptiness instead. There was nothing special about the voice, but something tickled in his mind that said it wasn’t supposed to be there. “Diego, get up.”

He thought he might have shook his head.

“Diego, please,” the voice asked, begged. “Your children need you.”

Klaus. It was Klaus talking to him. What was he doing here? How did he get into his house? Where had he been at the fucking funeral?

He sat up and shoved at the hands on his shoulders, pushing Klaus away from him with a snarl, like a feral animal, full of hate and pain and fear and nothing somehow all at once.

“Okay. Calm down,” he couldn’t remember the last time he had heard Klaus sound so level. Because of course he wasn’t phased. It wasn’t his wife, the love of his life lying in a coffin under a mound of fresh dirt.

“What do you want Klaus?” he snapped, choosing anger over the pain or the numbness he had been cycling through.

“Maggie called me. She’s very hard to understand over the phone. But she said you wouldn’t get up and asked me to come fix it.”

“You can’t. You can’t fix this. Nobody can.” His voice started as a growl and faded to a sigh.

“I know that, Diego. But my niece, your daughter, called and she was scared and what else was I supposed to do? Five’s here too, my chauffeur, entertaining the Squirt and the Bean so I could talk to you.”

“Like you actually care.”

“What?! Of course I care. You’re family, all of you. Including Y/N.”

“Then why didn’t you bother to come to the funeral?”

“I don’t mix well with funeral homes or graveyards. I...just couldn’t.”

Diego frowned, wanting to snap at his brother that he should have been there anyway, but knowing that it wouldn’t have been what she wanted. Y/N had understood Klaus’s fears and nightmares almost instinctively and done everything she could to help him with them. She wouldn’t have wanted him torture himself on her account, not when she wasn’t really there anymore. So he pulled back, shifted into a seated position on the floor, sitting across from Klaus and staring off into the distance.

“Have you...seen her?” he asked after a long while, voice flat.

Klaus shook his head regretfully. “Not yet. I can try again to conjure her, for you right now, if you want?”

Diego thought about it, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Was that what he wanted? In that moment?

“No. Just, if you do find her or however it works, tell her…” he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to gather the words within him.

“A-ask her why she le-ft,” he blurted out. “Why she a-bb-bandoned us. I c-c-c-an’t do this al-l-lone without her.”

Another sob shook his body and he collapsed like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. Klaus was quick to catch him, holding his brother up.

“If she had the choice, I’m sure Y/N would have stayed here, for you. But she couldn’t. I know it’s not fair and sucks,” he sighed, thinking of Dave briefly before returning his focus to the matter at hand.

“You’re not alone,” he continued sagely. “I know it’s not the same as her, but you have all of us, if you’d just stop being so goddamn stubborn and let us help you. Team Zero and all that shit or whatever.”

When Diego looked up, his view danced past Klaus to Five in the doorway, Eugene asleep on his shoulder, tiny fist balled in the lapel of Five’s jacket (he still wore that goddamn uniform so often and it was weird, though Y/N had said it made sense, a sense of identity wrapped in blue linen).

“We’re all here for you,” the oldest Hargreeves assured. “And for them.” He nodded his head toward his nephew with a faint, fond smile. “No matter what.”

#Sorry not sorry #ANGST #I am the Angst Fairy Godmother #I am an emotional masochist #Delight and Tremble Before Me #I was just going to write it and then let it go but I'm really proud of how it came out #except maybe the italics abuse #Dad!Diego fic #Diego Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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The Love Not Yet Known Part 1

Summary: Tommy Shelby needs to make sacrifices to ensure the safety of his family. So he concocts a plan to marry off his sister to the one and only Alfie Solomons.

Requested by @freaknik97

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“Remind me why we’re not doing this at the office?” Arthur grumbled as they watched the car pull up the gravel drive.

Tommy stood beside his brother in the doorway of Arrow House. His hands were clasped in front of him. “The Italians are here and they’re going to look for allies or enemies. They might see Alfie as a way to weaken us. We need to make sure there’s no chance of that. We can’t have him making side deals like he did last time with the Russians.”

“Still doesn’t explain why he’s here. This could’ve been done in Birmingham.” Arthur muttered, still not a big fan of Alfie.

“You’ll find out soon enough, brother. Now let’s greet our guest.”

At the same time, Eliza Shelby was in the garden with her nephew. They had laid out a blanket and she was reading The Wind in the Willows to him. Although, the little boy wasn’t really paying much attention to his aunt. He was more focused on his toy horses, making them jump little obstacles he constructed out of a pencil from Eliza’s bag and rocks from the lawn.

Eliza didn’t mind too much. She was a quiet young woman, the polar opposite of John Shelby, her twin. As rowdy as her brothers were, she was eager to please her parents and wanted to show them how grown up she was. She found solace in books and used them to escape the unstable life of Small Heath. As she grew, her concern shifted to bettering herself rather than trying to please her family. After all, they didn’t see much merit in education. She wanted to lift herself out of the poverty she grew up in and the stigma surrounding her family. But she learned that the last name Shelby was nearly impossible to shake off. As Tommy wreaked havoc, she dealt with the consequences.

Besides, her heart would always be with her family, so she couldn’t exactly abandon them.

Charlie set his toy horse aside and flipped onto his back to look up at the sunny sky.

Eliza paused her reading to smile at him. “Can you see anything in the clouds?” She asked.

“I was looking for mummy. Daddy says that’s where she is.” The little boy pointed up at the sky. “In heaven. Says it’s above the clouds.”

Her smile faded sadly. “Oh, yes. That’s where she is. She’s always looking down on you to watch after you and keep you safe.” She said gently.

“Yeah, that’s what Pol says too. Says she’s an angel.”

Eliza wasn’t sure what else to say. It was difficult talking about Grace to Charlie because he was too young to understand what happened. Eliza treasured her nieces and nephews, treating them as if they were her own children. Of course, in her mid-twenties, it was assumed that she would already have children. All of her siblings, aside from Finn, had children. John had a litter of them. But now they were gone. Left with Esme after John passed.

She felt her heart sink. It was what made her so wary of relationships. She had known so much loss even at an early age. When she lost John, her twin brother, it felt like a piece of her died. It wasn’t meant to happen like that. They were supposed to grow up together, watch each other’s children, have each other over for holidays, and have the age-old argument about who was really the oldest. Now he was gone and Eliza felt so lonely.

If she were to find someone and marry, have children too, what if something happened to them? What if she lost her husband or a child? It was possible. Ada and Tommy had both lost their spouses. She saw the hurt in their eyes every single day. Perhaps it was wise just to stay single.

But unfortunately, her brother had other plans for her.

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“Y’know, Tommy, when I heard you bought this place I thought it was a bit out of character for you, right? Tommy Shelby tryna act like an aristocrat? Pft. But looking ‘round here it suits you, don’t it? Cold, empty, dead inside. Just like you, ain’t it?”

Tommy looked mildly amused at Alfie’s ramblings as they walked into the study. “It’s nice to see you as well, Alfie.”

“Yeah, well. Thought you’d forgotten ‘bout me.” Alfie turned his attention to the eldest Shelby brother. “’N you, mate. Arthur, I’m so pleased you’re still willing to speak with me.” The graciousness in his voice was obviously just a ploy to rile the man up. It was like a game to him. See what shade of purple he could make Arthur Shelby’s face turn.

Arthur just grumbled an incoherent response.

“You’ve been very forgiving, lately haven’t you? Your whole family has. Think if I ever had a noose tied ‘round me neck and I walked free, well I’d kill the man who put me there in the first place.” Alfie shrugged as if it were nothing more than a casual thought and not a deep cut into the Shelby’s current tension. “But that’s just me, innit?”

“Alfie, we’re here to discuss a proposition for you,” Tommy said. “

“That right? Well, I suspect you’re gonna offer me something nice, Tommy, seeing as what a pain in the arse it was driving out here.” Alfie replied. “Sitting in the car that long really does a number on me hip so don’t waste me time.”

“I know you’re aware of the situation we’re in and I’m sure you’ve already thought of what you’re going to do should you be involved.” Tommy started.

“S’always good to have a plan for everything, just being savvy,” Alfie replied as he sat down with a grunt.

“Seeing as our business relationship has been rocky due to some betrayals…”

“Aw, now, Tommy don’t say it like that. Little missteps, that’s all they were. Forgiveness, right.” He glanced over at Arthur who looked grumpy with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’d like to extend an offering to you that would secure our relationship. Prevent further missteps.” Tommy knew that he had to speak in a way that aligned with Alfie. That way, he would be more inclined to accept the offer.

“I’m listening, mate.”

“My sister, John’s twin, has never married. I’d like to offer her hand to you.”

It was like setting off a grenade in the room. “What!?” Arthur roared. “Tommy, you can’t fucking do that!”

“Easy, brother,” Tommy replied in a calm voice. “I’ve made up my mind.”

“Made up-are you joking me? She’s not some pony you can pawn off to someone! Especially not this fucking monster!”

Alfie appeared thrown off guard. Certainly, he had expected Tommy to offer him something nice to assure there would be no ill will between them. Alfie was prepared to accept whatever it was, not that it would really change his mind about what he might or might not do regarding the Italians. But the offer of marriage was completely out of left field and rendered him a bit speechless.

Tommy continued to take the rage from his brother, waiting for a pause. When Arthur stormed out of the room to go get Polly, Tommy cleared his throat. “Well?”

Alfie raised his brow. “Now, mate, I dunno if you’re still suffering from that brain injury of yours or you’ve really lost the plot. But, why on Earth would you think I’d be willing to marry one of your kin? A woman with hot blood like that?” He pointed to the door where Arthur had just left from. “Fucking hell, it’d be like tryna tame a feral wolf.”

“She’s me sister, Alfie, not a dog.”

“Then why’re you giving her over to me like she’s yours to give, mate?” Alfie confronted.

“Come with me.” Tommy stood up and led Alfie out of the study. The man followed him to the solarium that had a good view of the back garden. “There she is.”

Alfie stepped up to the glass to see a dark-haired beauty sitting amongst the flowers. She had pale green eyes that sparkled in the summer sun and when she smiled at Charlie, Alfie noticed his heart skipped a beat.

When was the last time the sight of a woman had made him weak in the knees? When he was just a kid? Maybe as a young soldier trying to get a pretty nurse’s attention. As sinful of a man as he was, he was still a man. A man who craved companionship, someone to be there for him when he got older. As it stood, he would end up alone when his life began to wind down to the last days. He thought he deserved such a fate. It was fitting.

But seeing Eliza in the garden was like opening up a new door of possibilities. One where Alfie didn’t end up alone. Where he had a wife and children always there for him.

He frowned and turned away, thinking he was crazy for ever having the thought. “You’re desperate enough to give over your sister to a man like me?”

Tommy didn’t like to admit defeat. “I’m doing it for the benefit of both of us and for my family.”

“Fucking hell.” He laughed bitterly. “You really are that desperate. Those Italians have you spooked, then, aye? Think you’ll regret this decision in a couple of years?”

“I have faith you’ll treat her right.”

He scoffed. “Really?”

Tommy nodded. “In the bakery, you told me men to stay away from the women in Camden. You put on a good act, Mr. Solomons, but I know you would never harm a woman.

Alfie wasn’t going to disagree with him, because it was true. He would never do harm to a woman. But he didn’t want to appear weak. So, he tried to give himself an out. “That’s all fine and good, but she ain’t Jewish. So I can’t marry her.”

Tommy was about to remedy the point when he heard quick footsteps chasing him down.

“Thomas Shelby have you lost your mind!?” Polly smacked him when she got close enough. “That girl is innocent, you fucking keep her out of this!”

Eliza could hear shouting from inside so she looked up to see her family was in the solarium along with an unfamiliar man. Her aunt was shouting at her brother but Eliza couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. “Charlie, why don’t we go find Mary so she can take you for a walk?” She stood up to take her nephew’s hand.

“How dare you even think of something like this? You can’t just sell her off. I will not allow this; do you hear me?”

Polly continued to yell at Tommy until he noticed Eliza enter the room with a confused look on her face.

“What’s going on?” The young woman asked.

Polly turned. “Go back outside.”

“Why? What-what’s wrong?” After John’s death, Eliza was very timid and worried about what might happen to her family next.

“Eliza, come here.” Tommy beckoned her.

“Thomas, no, that’s enough!” Polly grabbed her niece by the arms and kept her away from Tommy and Alfie.

“Pol, you’re scaring me. I don’t get what’s going on.”

“Liza, this is Alfie Solomons.” Tommy continued as if everything was calm and no one was flying off the handle. “We’ve been talking about a potential arrangement.”

“Tommy…” Polly said in a warning tone.

“Arrangement for what?” Eliza was still puzzled.

“He’s going to marry you off like some gypsy bride!” Arthur snapped.

Her eyes widened. “Tom? Is that true?”

Tommy sighed and removed his glasses so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. “Could I have a moment with her alone?” He requested. “Alfie, feel free to walk the grounds, you two,” He pointed his glasses at Polly and Arthur. “Go to the big room.”

Arthur wasn’t prepared to let Tommy talk their sister into marrying Alfie, but Polly steered him towards the study.

Eliza was frozen in place with shock, but her eyes moved to the stranger by the glass. Alfie met her eyes for a moment. She took in his appearance. Although much more rugged than she was used to, he had a certain charm to him. There was a mystery about him as well. Eliza was suddenly very curious as she was when it came to characters in the books she read. She wanted to know everything about them. Unravel them to see what made them tick. She wanted to know where the scar on his right cheek came from. Or why he covered it with a beard. She wanted to know why he wore so many rings on his fingers. She wanted to understand the hesitation in his teal colored eyes when he looked at her.

But that didn’t mean she wanted to marry him.

When they were alone, Tommy pulled up a chair for his sister. He took a moment to breathe and light up a cigarette.

Eliza allowed him some space to think. She quietly waited, her eyes continuing to flick to the glass, watching as Alfie walked through the garden. He seemed as if he was trying to appear busy. But his movements showed that his brain was elsewhere. She couldn’t blame him.

“We’ll be returning to Birmingham tomorrow. I need to have a secure area for the family. But I want you to go to London with Alfie.” He explained steadily.

Eliza’s stomach was in knots. “I want to stay with everyone else.”

“Alfie is a wild card, Liza. Either he helps us with the Italians or he hurts us. There’s no staying neutral. I need to make sure that he’s on our side.”

“So, if he’s married into the family, he won’t betray the family.” It was easy to follow Tommy’s logic. He had done the same thing to her twin. How fitting it was to face the same fate John did. Still, he ended up married to a woman he loved. Maybe it was destiny or simply a coincidence. Eliza just wasn’t sure she wanted to run the same risk.

“Right.”

“But even when this is finished, I’ll still be married to him.” She pointed out.

Her brother didn’t look angry or pleased with himself. His wrinkled forehead showed the conflict he was facing internally. Of course, he didn’t want Eliza to marry Alfie. Every brotherly instinct told him to keep the young woman far away from the gangster. But he needed the threat wiped out. It would just be one less thing to worry about. “There are sacrifices we all need to make. Every single one of us.”

Eliza swallowed and felt a tear slip down her cheek. “I don’t even know him.”

Tommy steeled himself. They needed to go through with this. He couldn’t back out. “It’ll be alright.” He promised her gently. “I just…I don’t what else I can do to keep him loyal to us.”

She wiped her eyes with the edge of her sweater sleeve. “I don’t want to lose anyone else.” She sniffled. “So, I’ll do whatever I can to keep everyone safe.”

To be continued, part 2 will be up soon.

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fallenrepublick · 4 years

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If these are still open... can I request a part 2 of our Feral family? Possibly with Maul and his reaction to seeing this other brother of his and also that he actually has a family of his own? We get to see more interaction between Savage and Feral's children as the boys just adore their uncle? While, of course, Feral is making them a nice home meal to let his pregnant wife relax with their coming daughter. I love this family and they shall live on!!

This ended up long as fUck but it was cute, so whatever

Here is the first part.

Warnings: A screwy timeline

“Did I not tell him to stay with the ship…”

Having thoroughly scoped out the land and finding it annoyingly peaceful, Maul had returned to where he had landed with Savage hours later only to find the ship… empty. It was unlike him to wander around anywhere without reason, but even more unlikely that the over two meters tall Zabrak had been captured, especially not by people like these. The only reasonable conclusion, Maul decided, was that something had caught his brother’s eye and he had chosen to follow it.

He turned in the direction of the nearby village, the faces of the houses and buildings obstructed by thick forest life and plants taller than any natural greenery Maul had ever been in the presence of. He trekked forward, unsteady footing slowing down his pace, and pushed through the vines and leaves that blocked his path. Mumbling to himself as he walked, he dearly hoped, for Savage’s sake, that whatever he had followed was worth it.

The forest ended at the edge of the village, loud lively, many residents having taken to the streets enthralled in conversation and tasks, some children running to fro as they played. It hadn’t seemed like Savage had been through there, but then again, one could never be too sure.

As he began walking amongst the people, his vision glazed over the people largely too interested in their own business to notice a stranger traveling within their midst. Faces of various colors blurred together in a haze of surreal memories. He understood, at least a little, the appeal of this planet, the rainbow of appearances that spanned not only through the population but also the environment kept everything interesting, preventing its natives from falling into the dangers of monotony.

The noise of the bustling town didn’t interest him, but one single voice stood out from the others. Though it wasn’t one he knew, there was a strange familiarity to it, as if it was one he was supposed to.

To his right stood a lone house, modest in size, but no less pretty, with multiple figures moving in the front, backlit by the lowering sun. The voice had come from there, light and cheerful, the primary trait an airiness that he hadn’t heard in a long time. Upon venturing closer, hesitance slowing his pace, he could more clearly see the family in question and the source of his curiosity.

Savage stood with the family, arms crossed in deep consideration. Beside him was yet another Zabrak, similar in color, but lighter, soft brown tattoos framing his face less intrusive than his own. He was smaller, younger, more innocent than Maul or Savage, but he held himself assuredly, as if the cruelty of reality hadn’t quite hit him yet. Or maybe it had and he had just chosen to ignore it.

Three children, varying in height, were beginning to be herded together, directed towards the house as the smaller Zabrak continued his conversation.

“-but to this day I still don’t know where the ship came from. But you know how we were, always ready to fight outsiders when the goings got tough!” His laugh was just as cheerful, ringing in everyone’s ears like bells from a clocktower in the mornings. As he spoke, he lightly elbowed Savage, who himself was smiling at his companion, more pleased than Maul had ever seen him.

Though the conversation halted when Maul approached, Savage’s smile fading as he remembered what he had even come for, and Feral’s eyes widening in surprise at the new visitor.

“Is this-” Feral began, gesturing towards Maul, who’s annoyance had faded into simple confusion when he had fully processed the scene in front of him. Savage simply nodded in response, and it wasn’t long that Feral was hurrying over to Maul, a grin plastered on his face.

“We haven’t formally met, yet!” His hand was outstretched, eager to make contact. “I’m Feral. I’m not sure how much you know about me, but I’m your brother!”

Maul took the hand, albeit reluctantly, and nodded. “I’ve heard… only a small amount. Though I was under the impression you were-”

“Dead?” Feral shot Savage a glance. “I might’ve been, if I didn’t have help along the way… Oh well, both of you should come in! I cook around here most of the time, so we can catch up while I feed the monsters.”

Savage smiled at the thought, watching as Feral led them back to the house. Maul however, remained wary, uncertain of how his brother had come to build such a comfortable life while he still struggled to get more than three hours of sleep each night.

“You look so concerned…” Savage mentioned as Maul came up beside him, brow furrowed. “I’ve known him our whole lives. Nothing bad will happen.”

Maul shook his head. “It’s not that. I just don’t understand it. How can he come from a planet like ours and still be able to maintain such… domesticity?”

“Feral was always more tame than the rest of us. I wouldn’t call it weakness, just… an aversion to the violence he was born into.” He stopped a moment, sighing as he watched his nephews race to get into the house first. “I always worried for him, hoping he wouldn’t be targeted as defective if he didn’t adapt to the harshness. He found a way, though.”

Maul said nothing, mind still contemplating the strangeness of it all. He had never considered the possibility of anything other than the power he was raised to believe in, yet here was one of his own kin, living out a life free from that constant struggle. It didn’t sit right.

Still, both followed their brother inside, the children wrestling in the living room and a female Togruta laying on the plush couch. The colors on the interior were light and natural, soft on the eyes and fitting for the natural aura of the village.

Already, Feral had prepared drinks for the company, setting cups on the wooden table outside the kitchen. His brothers sat, Savage visibly more comfortable than Maul was.

The oldest child had seemed to take a liking to Savage, lingering around him as often as possible. He couldn’t have been older than ten, head-tails still very short, encircled by budding horns that were placed more like Savage’s than Feral’s. His skin was a lighter brown, as were the stripes on his head-tails, and he carried himself with more authority than his siblings, prepared to remind him of his elder status at any moment.

“You know,” he said to Savage, leaning forward on the table’s edge, restlessly kicking up his legs. “I’m gonna be like you when I get older. I’m the biggest and the strongest of my brothers, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way!”

“It’s ah… not an easy task…” Savage replied, not wanting to admit that he effectively cheated. Maul snickered. “You’ll have to train for years if you want that to happen.”

“I don’t care!” He leapt up, arms crossing and chest puffing out. “I look kinda like you anyways, so I’m already halfway there!” Well, that’s good, at least he was aware of it.

Feral piped up as he filled a pot with water. “Terren, you’re still not done with school. Please wait until you can long divide before you do that.”

Maul felt something on his leg. It was the youngest, about two, tapping on the metal casing. Rounder and softer in features than his older brother, he was a deep green, like his mother, but the horns that just barely poked out from the area around his head tails bore a strange, uncomfortable resemblance to Maul’s when he was that age. Remarkably curious, he was easy to please as long as he got the answers he sought. And at that moment, he was seeking answers about the being in front of him that he was certain was a droid.

“Fake?” His nails tapped again, harder. Maul didn’t like children in any situation, but what he liked even less was that he found this one mildly charming. He moved his foot back, just to see what would happen, fully expecting the child to cry. But no, he simply scooched himself back with it, gaining an even closer look. “Fake.” He nodded, having determined his hypothesis correct, and placed both hands directly on top of Maul’s foot in confidence.

He really wanted to pick this kid up.

Against his better judgement and personality, he reached down and lifted the child up to eye-level, not sure what he was looking for, yet searching nonetheless. Upon seeing his uncle’s face for the first time, as he was much too small to have noticed it before, the child’s expression hardened into intense concentration. This being was certainly not a droid, and it was unfortunate that now he’d have to go back to the drawing board to discover the truth once more.

“Oh that’s Uta…” Feral said, noticing his brother holding up the young child like a small sack of potatoes. “He’s… a handful.” He laughed as he said it, the sounds of cooking food blending with his smooth voice.

Uta was still frowning, having earned his spot standing on Maul’s lap, and very clearly trying to reason out why he had been tricked before. “Real.” He pointed at Savage. “Real?” He turned to look up at Maul, whose expression was difficult to read. “Fake?”

“It’s about half and half…” Maul offered, hoping to relieve the child of what might’ve been the most stressful situation of his mini life.

“Half-av?” He considered a moment, letting the newly learned word sizzle in his mind a second. Feral tried to choke down his laugh. Uta finally nodded. “Half-av.” The answer was acceptable.

And in came the middle child, mother in tow, who was still discussing an old legend about Nautolans as he entered the room. Stalky and narrow, he was the researcher of the family. He looked most like Feral, with kind eyes turned down at the edges, his mild yellow colors dimmer than his siblings and a slight air of nervousness surrounding him like a cloud, but that didn’t stop him from opening up to his family in ways few would understand or expect. Madin was nodding thoughtfully as she listened to him, pulling out a chair so that she could also sit with everyone else.

“I, for one, don’t understand the Anselmi’s goals in the long run.” He leaned against the table’s edge closest to the kitchen as he finished his explanation. “Oh hey, I’m Forta.” He gave Maul a small two-fingered salute as his introduction.

“Out of the way, out of the way,” Feral chuckled as he waved his kids away with one arm and set down a large serving platter with another. Forta scurried over to Savage’s side, where he marveled at the sturdiness of his uncle’s armor. He began going on about various materials found throughout the galaxy, and was gushing about Beskar, while Terren tried to convince him that no one wanted to hear his boring facts.

Sitting down beside his wife, Feral rubbed Madin’s back while the three boys hurried to their seats across from them.

“You know…” he began slowly, considering the environment. “I didn’t think this sort of thing was possible, getting off of Dathomir… having something more than what we were told was allowed.” He glanced over at Savage, who met his eyes and looked down. “But I get to have all of this… and I’m so glad that you two get to be a part of that now, too. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is… Thank you. For everything.”

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maximumninjavoid · 3 years

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The END of Mining for Unobtanium

Yep. that’s it. We’re done. I have NO idea what I’m going to do next. Maybe get a life? Nah.

Angst. A wee bit of smut. No happy ending, well , maybe if you squint.

I followed him in the papers. Kept track in passing. He married a darling woman, beautiful, accomplished, she seemed very charming, and bright. At the birth of each child, I sent a gift. Anonymously. Through the solicitors. Their first was a girl, followed by two boys and then another daughter. I didn't actually think I would ever hear from him again, and I wasn't allowed to speak of it. There was that non-disclosure agreement after all. They seemed genuinely happy. The smiles, even in the pictures where they didn't realize anyone was looking? The smiles went all the way to their eyes. Some of what I said might have sunk in. They did hire a nanny. Sort of a Mrs. Doubtfire type....and when he filmed, the whole family went, until the kids got to be school age. He really went gang busters with his production company, and got into directing and writing.

He was quite phenomenal as 007. I must have gone to Bangkok and seen that movie twelve times. I think I saw the second Bond film ten times and the third one, I couldn't help it. I went to the Asian premiere. But he didn't see me. And I don't think he would have recognized me if he was looking for me. I knew in my heart that he wasn't. No one was. Working in treatment in Thailand had been very rewarding, but I'm about close to done. There's just the work and my travel bucket list is all checked off. I suppose it would have been different with one whom I could have shared it. I'm tired. All my ends are tied up, arrangements made, goodbyes said, except the one....I'm going to Kathmandu, I think I'll spend the last bit looking for Kamar Taj.. Five years later The electric Bentley glided into the curved driveway at the Cavill Estate. It stopped, the door opened and a young attorney exited the back of the vehicle and walked to the front door. They knocked and the Missus answered, her oldest behind her; stunning beauties, both of them. " Is Mister Cavill at home? I'm Octavia Hallowell from his solicitors office." " By all means, please, come in. Would you like something? Angeline, please, go and fetch your father, love? And tell Grey and Tony it’s time for lunch?" The young lady left in search of her daddy and to tell her brothers about lunch. The house was warm and full of photos. It felt cozy, lived in, not pretentious at all. Henry Cavill came bounding down the stairs with two American Akitas at his heels, and his good looks had only gotten more profound. It really looked like he didn't age, and apparently he was still working out. He extended his hand and that 20,000 watt smile lit up the room." You have me at a disadvantage, I'm Henry, and you are?" "Octavia Hallowell, sir. We spoke on the phone. Is there somewhere you'd prefer to do this, or did you want me to just hand this to you and leave?" "So, its a bequest, you said?" "Yes sir. I was, rather the firm was, to see that it came to you personally. There were no other instructions." "I feel terrible, you came all this way. You sure you don't stay and join us?" " No thank you sir. The car is waiting" She handed Henry a black velvet box, and turned and left. He held it in his hands, turning it over, looking for something. His wife came and put her arms around him, kissed him on the cheek. "Why don't you take that to your study, and if you like, I can bring you lunch in a bit?" He kissed her and smiled, thinking himself the luckiest man. "Thank you darling, I shall." He turned and went down the hall. The study very much looked like his space, dark, powerful, but approachable, photos of his wife and children on the large desk, his schedule in the upper right corner, his awards on the shelves behind the desk, with photos of Kal, his nieces and nephews, film memorabilia and the like. He placed the box in the center of the desk and sat in his well broken in chair, smiled at the ottoman where just last night he had taken his wife over his knee, spanked her till she was breathless and fairly dripping and then pleasured her until she cried before seeking his own release. A few deep breaths to ground and center, and he reached for the box and opened it. Inside, staring back at him was a stunning diamond. He was no expert but he had spent enough time buying gifts for his wife to recognize that this was a quality stone, probably close to colorless and flawless. And not a small stone, either. No note. Just the diamond. It all came rushing back, like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist, all those years ago, during Covid 19 , in the mews house. Entwined on the sofa,in between bouts of play, or fucking, or making love, and she had talked about her plans for the afterlife, joking about her job in Hell.. They had had a great laugh about the seven o'clock show not being the same as the nine and who wouldn't go on after whom; and then she got serious, and said she had planned to be cremated and made into diamonds. He knew she was serious, and said it would be his honor to wear one. She told him "Only if its perfect, like you are my darling boy". He didn't know when the tears began to flow, only that he could feel his face was wet and he reached into his desk drawer for the letter he had read a thousand times. He had meant to call, or to write, after he had stopped being so angry. Well, if he was going to be honest, and he owed it to her, there was about three weeks where he was blind drunk. Then, he was angry. For taking his choice away from him. Furious because they could have made it work, somehow, someway, and then realizing she was right, and not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Now he would never get to give her anything, ever again. The sobs came freely now, as he let himself mourn a woman that he once loved. His wife came in, and rushed to his side." Darling? What's wrong? What's upset you so?" " I've just found out someone that I love has passed, and there's so much I didn't get to say. I didn't think, I just.. I thought I had more time...." He pulled her onto his lap and held her close, breathing in her scent, nuzzling her neck, and he raised his head and captured her eyes with his spectacular azure ones and said " Let me tell you about this person. They changed my life. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be blessed enough to have married you or have four of the most.... "Five" "What? Darling? Really?" She nodded. He stood, never letting go of her and spun her around the room."My dear Mrs Cavill, have I told you today how much I love you?" He had the diamond set into his pinky ring. Their next child was named after her.

@tinareher @indigosaurus @littlefreya @dancingwendigo

@michellemybelles-world @angryschnauzer @thetaoofzoe @fishcustardandclintbarton

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader

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whichstoodonrockyshores · 3 years

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Chapter Three

(danny gets his reading interrupted, the chapter)

Danny finished the letter rather quickly. But he didn’t know how he was supposed to get out of the house to mail it off in secret. He sighed, and put it in his drawer for later. He sat down on his bed, grabbing his favorite book off of the shelf. A Tale of Two Cities, of all books. He had to have read it about a million times by now. He sighed, turning to the page he left off on, when Nancy barged into his room.

“Daniel, come down and get your dinner.” She said, as Danny reluctantly put his book down and sighed. He walked down the stairs, right behind Nancy. It took everything in his power not to step on her long dress and make her fall down the stairs. He didn’t, though. He wanted to prove he was becoming more mature. More grown up, like his sisters.

He sat down at the table, his family all suddenly looking over at him. Everyone was there, his niece and nephew’s , his brother-in-law, father, mother, and grandfather. But there was someone missing. Kendrick was missing, and his son of all people was sitting where he once did. The entire family was eerily silent. John Zachary, his brother-in-law, finally started talking. His father looked him straight in the eyes, shutting him up very quickly.

“Helen, can you please pass the-“ Nancy started, looking at her young daughter. But Opal looked at her, the look on her face telling her to be quiet. “margarine.”

Helen nodded, quickly handing her mother the margarine. Danny let out a sigh. When Kendrick was here, they were happy. They talked and laughed, but his death just..shook them all to their core. That’s the reason Danny went out West in the first place. To get away from these people. And he didn’t want to come back. But after the gang split up..where else was he supposed to go? The Wild West was coming to an end after all..

“Y’all Better not be like this at my weddin’.” Danny said, finally breaking the silence. Everyone looked over at him.

“Wait, Tim, you were bein’ serious when you said Danny was gettin’ married?” His mother asked. Everyone, except Opal and his father, looked utterly shocked. Including his grandfather, who never had an emotional response to anything.

“Yes sweetie, I was bein’ very serious. Danny, our oldest son, has finally agreed to get married. Take this as an official announcement.” He explained. Danny was quite embarrassed, and tired, but didn’t say anything. He just went back to eating, and soon finished. The family finally started talking. Mainly about what the wedding was going to be like, who he was marrying, etc. They were all directed at his father, of course, because they couldn’t just ask the man who was actually getting married, no.

The dinner ended soon after. Nancy and her family left, and Danny snuck back up to his room. He grabbed his letter, and managed to sneak out of the back door when no one was looking. The post office, luckily, was still open. He quickly mailed the letter, and snuck back home. He was lucky no one saw him. He went back to reading his book, but he found himself reading the same page over and over. He couldn’t stop thinking about this wedding. About everything. So he just sat there, put his book away, and sunk into his bed.

Who killed Kendrick Peachy? That was a good question, because no one on Earth knew, except the killer themselves. He always doubted it was his fiancée, Alexandra. No, never. He’d had an inkling it was one of his in-laws..John Roberts. He was a real snake of a man. Married to his cousin Catherine. Plus, he was a Roberts, Alexandra’s own cousin, in fact. They weren’t the nicest people, with the exception of Alexandra herself. They’d even had a son, who they named after his dead brother. How dare they..

He also found himself thinking about Uncle Hamish and Uncle Otis. They always were so happy. They’d already grown old together. And Danny wanted that. He wanted to grow old with Ron, specifically. He loved Ron very much. He couldn’t wait for his reply. He knew it probably wouldn’t come until after his wedding, but he was still prepared. He hoped Ron wouldn’t take the news of his marriage too badly..

He drifted off to sleep that night, and his dreams were the same. Nothing new. He woke up the next morning, with a yawn. No one had even woken him up, he did on his own. He pulled out his book, hoping he could make some actual progress on it, when his father walked inside again. That man had no idea how to knock.

“Hey son. I have a huge surprise for you, so you better hurry your butt downstairs.” He said, before closing the door again. Danny let out a huge sigh, closed his book, and changed into something new. He came downstairs, his father all smiles. It was a little odd for Danny.

“What is it, Pa?” He asked, his confusion very clear.

“Well son, you’re becomin’ a man! So I thought I’d gift you somethin’ nice, as a sort of weddin’ present. Follow me boy, we’re going somewhere.” He explained, as he opened the large front door. Danny followed, still very confused. Something nice? Maybe a new horse? Or better yet, maybe a new book? No, probably not..

Timothy stopped in front of a house Danny had never seen in town before. He presumed it was new. He was still confused.

“Here it is son, your very own house!” He said, very excited as he walked onto the porch. Danny was shocked, and nearly floored at the news. He smiled, and nodded.

“Thank you very much, Pa! Thank you!” He yelled, shaking his own fathers hand in thanks. “I’ll go back and grab my things, and then I’ll make myself comfortable.”

“That sounds good son. I can’t wait to see the family you’ll raise with that girl. Bye now!” He said, walking away, in the direction of the saloon. Danny let out a massive sigh. He walked back to his old house, his own room, and grabbed what little stuff he had. He packed it into a small suitcase, all of it easily fitting. He brought it back to his new house, and went inside for the first time. He placed the suitcase down. This place..looked exactly like his father’s house. But that made sense, he’d built the place after all. He unpacked his stuff, hung the clothes in his closet, put his few books away, and sat down on the couch. Wow. This was lonely.

He pulled out his book, finally able to read in peace. But just as he was getting into it, there was a loud knock on the door. He let out a low groan, got up, and answered it. It was Nancy, standing there with his nephew Vincent. Kendrick’s son.

“Hello Daniel, I thought I’d just pay you a visit. Nice new place!” She said, her big, fake smile staring back at him. He smiled back.

“Yes, it’s very nice. Just moved in today, actually.” He explained, and she nodded.

“Well, I thought that because you have a new place, and will have a new wife soon, I’d give you this runt of a boy!” She exclaimed. Vincent just stood there, and Danny finally noticed the suitcase he was holding. “John doesn’t like the boy there, he wants more space for our children. We think I’m pregnant again.”

“N-Nancy, are you sure-“ Danny stuttered out.

“Oh, really, you’re so kind Daniel! Bye now!” She said, leaving her young nephew on Danny’s doorstep. He was only 9 years old. Danny sighed, took his suitcase for him, and led him inside.

“Uncle Danny, what just happened?” Vincent asked.

“Oh nothin’, boy. You’re stayin’ here now, is all.” Danny explained. Vincent looked sad.

“Aunt Nancy said I would be goin’ back to mama’s when I was older, Uncle!”

“Well..she’s wrong. I’m sorry, Vincent.”

“Vinnie, Uncle. They call me Vinnie.”

“Well, Vinnie. You’re gonna be stayin’ here now. Nancy don’t want you no more, I’m sorry to say.” Danny explained, a pained expression on his face. He sighed, as the kid just sadly walked around his living room.

“Where will I sleep?” He asked.

Danny quickly led him to the empty downstairs bedroom, clearly meant for a child. And Vinnie definitely was a child.

“Here, okay? I’ll make dinner for us in a little. You can find me in the livin’ room if you need me for anythin’.” He explained, and Vinnie nodded, as he unpacked his own suitcase. Danny just went back to the living room, sat down on the couch, and put his head in his hands. What a god damn mess.

#ocs #my ocs #danny #the peachy's #the zachary's #the roberts #nancy peachy #timothy peachy #vincent peachy

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mysterious-foxes · 3 years

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TW: Death, Drugs, Emotional manipulation/gaslighting

I don’t want to go back and edit anything, but this took way longer than I thought it would while trying to write it out. This is for documentation purposes and some entertainment if you want to hear about a psychotic woman that came into my life. Here ya go:

Okay, now that I’m home, I’ve eaten, given both dogs love (and bf took them on a walk), and I have New Girl on in the background, I’m ready to write out this crazy rant. Feel free to skip if you don’t want to read this LONG story or for whatever other reason you wouldn’t want to read it. I’ll add a ‘read more’ so that this doesn’t take up everyone’s timeline. I will say this though, if someone had told me this was going to happen a year ago, I never would have believed them, but everything I’m writing is 100% true.

If you are here to read my crazy rant about this fucking insane lady, welcome! I hope you find this as funny/interesting as I am currently. This is also a very emotional subject for me so while I might be thinking it’s funny now before I write it, I may go through a range of emotions while writing this. Such as anger, sadness, bewilderment, confusion, etc.

A little bit of a background. I am the youngest of 6 kids. I have 2 sisters and 3 brothers. I’m going to give them all code names using the color of the rainbow. Oldest to youngest is Red (f), Orange (f), Yellow (m), Green (m), Blue (m). Red and all 3 brothers are married (Yellow has been with her girlfriend for 3+ years). Blue only just got married a couple of months ago. I have 4 nephews (2 from Yellow and his wife, 2 from Green and his wife) and 2 nieces (both from Red and her husband). My mom and dad were married for over 30 years. They would never show much (if any) form of PDA in front of us kids and I never once saw them fight. My dad has always been quiet and never talked much. And he never really built a good relationship with us kids, especially those of us who have left the religion he believes in which is 4 1/2 out of 6 (I’m still unsure of Blue’s complete views and I don’t think he even knows. I wouldn’t be surprised if him and his wife left the religion within the next few years, even if it’s just secretly). My mom passed away a year and just a few days ago (on Green’s birthday). I miss her more than anything.

A little about my mom (again, for background). She was a great lady. She was also religious. She was extremely involved in the community, her church community, volunteered a ton (served on the local softball board for 17 years and did anything and everything for my high school’s theatre even after I was gone). She put everyone ahead of herself (especially us kids). She also pushed through any pain she had. About 2 years ago, she realized she was really sick and needed help. Doctors could not figure out for the life of them what was wrong with her. They took out her gall bladder. They put her on diets. I honestly don’t even know what else. About 6 months later, they found the problem and delivered the news. She had pancreatic cancer and it was severe. They gave her 6 months to live. We made the most of those 6 months. I was going out to my family’s a lot more than I had in a while. Red flew out and stayed for a few months. All of my siblings were there when she passed. Oof, I got a lot more into that than I meant to, but I feel like it gives a pretty good background about her. I told you this would be long.

Okay, so now we’re to where I can start talking about this insane lady. So for obvious reasons, my dad was very lonely. In May, my dad gives me a call and tells me he’s been talking to a woman (we’ll call her Ethel). Well, it felt soon, but I was happy my dad was finding comfort. He met her (get this) on an LDS widow and widowers facebook page. She lived in Oregon and he was going out to meet her in person and spend time with her for a week or 2. Awesome! Way to go Dad! Live your best life and make yourself happy!

He comes back and we start talking about when she’ll come to visit. Well Ethel has a sister (who lives in a city about an hour from my dad’s house) needs to have heart surgery Ethel needs to watch her cat. So Ethel comes to Utah and stays at my dad’s house for a couple of days. A few of us kids go out and have dinner with them to meet her. I was the first one there. Upon first meeting her, she talked, A LOT. She talked the majority of the time. It didn’t take long to realize that she had something to say about EVERYTHING and she seemed like she though she was the expert in EVERYTHING. For example one of the most recent times I talked to her, she was talking to me about the theatre I work at (which is a $31 billion theatre, super high tech and honestly they do pretty well). When I mean she was talking to me, I mean SHE was talking (she doesn’t let other people talk very much if at all. Only for “I’m sorry, that must be hard” or “I agree with you”). Well, she hasn’t been to the theatre I work at, but she’s been to their location in another nearby city which puts on a lot smaller productions and doesn’t have even 1/10th the amount of tech. They don’t put on nearly as good of productions. Well, Ethel tells me, “I’ve never been to a Broadway show, but I think that they’re as good as Broadway.” Like what?! HAHAHAHA. How can you even say that? You know absolutely nothing about it and you’re saying that!

Now, we’ve all met her, but she doesn’t really know the first thing about any of us kids. She asked me one question and then took over the conversation as soon as I got 2 words in. She did ask us all in a group about my mom (which was super awkward). We mentioned my mom was very charitable and she goes, “Oh I’m charitable person!” Who the fuck says that? And comparing herself to my deceased mother (who both her and my dad have “reassured” us time and time again that she’s not trying to replace). She constantly says how much like my mom she is or what she’s done better than my mom. HUGE RED FLAG. How desperate do you have to be to try to one up a dead person?!

In Ethel’s constant talking, she talks about her children and family members a lot. She talks a lot about how her husband passed and her brother passed and someone else passed all pretty quickly. She talks about her brother passing basically every time I talk to her. Now you might think it’s sweet she talks about her family, but it’s not. She doesn’t talk good things about any of her family. She talks about all the mental illnesses they all have. Her children refuse to meet my dad (or so she claims). And she doesn’t talk to any of her 3 children at this point. Another huge red flag.

So Ethel was here to take care of her sister and her sister’s cat while she was in the hospital. Well, turns out her doctor couldn’t do it the day they had planned, so it got pushed back. Then her sister desperately needed to go shopping so she had to push back her HEART surgery again. And I think one time she couldn’t go because her feet hurt from diabetes? There were a few different things. So Ethel is staying at my dad’s house this entire time. My dad’s very religious and so they’re not having sex, sleeping in the same bed, or even sleeping on the same floor. My dad is staying downstairs while she sleeps in his room. Finally, a month later, her sister goes in for surgery. Ethel is gone from my dad’s house for 2 days. To be fair, my dad wasn’t feeling good and had an infection in his tooth so was in a lot of pain. So yes, I get why she wanted to come support her new boyfriend, but also, my dad had plenty of children close enough to take care of him and she was supposed to be taking care of her sister’s cat. She stays at my dad’s house for another 3-4 days before going back to her sister’s. She gets back and to her surprise (but nobody else’s), the cat is missing. I also would have ran away if I thought I was abandoned and needed to scavenge for my own food since I haven’t been fed in days.

Finally, Ethel is going back to Oregon. Orange and my dad take her to the airport. On the way home, my dad mentions to Orange that they’re talking about getting married. Wow! Less than 9 months since my dad’s wife of 30+ years passed and he’s already ready to get married to another woman. What the fuck?! How is he over my mom already? I get wanting companionship, but holy fuck that’s quick! So I call my dad. My Aunt J had already chewed out my dad telling him that he’s moving too quick and not thinking about us kids (which is not wrong). And I guess she told him just to have sex and get it over with. I know my sisters also called my dad just before me. I called my dad and told him I was uncomfortable with how quick they were moving and I didn’t understand why they felt the need to move so quick. He just kept saying that it’s different when you’re older....I told him the 2 reasons that I could think that they were moving so quick is that she’s a gold digger or that they wanted to have sex (which come to find out that she claims she never had sex with her deceased husband and hated sex when she had it with her ex but I don’t know if she ever told my dad that because some of the things he has said to her is questionable). He assured me that was neither. Sure Dad...

I know I’m kinda all over the place here, but bear with me. So my Aunt J reached out to Ethel’s children. Only the oldest daughter responded (which Ethel claims is a liar and manipulative and basically the worst person on earth). So at this point, for I feel like pretty obvious reasons, I don’t trust much of what Ethel says and will most likely take her daughter’s word over hers. My aunt didn’t want to say everything and wanted us to reach out to the daughter personally, but she did tell us that the first thing that Ethel told her children when she met my dad was that she met a guy with a 401k. Who the fuck talks about that first?! Not even his name or where he’s from, but that he has money...So Orange ends up reaching out to Ethel’s oldest daughter. Ethel has said that her oldest daughter is a liar and manipulator and is basically the worst person in the world. I don’t know how someone can say that about their own child that they claim to love so much. Anyways, so Orange is pretty level headed and took everything that the daughter said with a grain of salt. But the daughter said some nice things and honestly made us feel better about Ethel all around. One of the things that Ethel has said on multiple occasions is that her children refuse to meet my dad. Well, when Orange talked to the daughter, she said that she was more than happy to meet my dad and talk to him about Ethel. But again, overall, she did make us feel better and that Ethel actually had feelings for my dad and wasn’t going to gaslight him (turns out that wasn’t accurate). We wanted to be upfront with my dad so Orange told him about the conversation and told him that it made her feel better. My dad told Ethel (including that Orange took what the daughter had to say with a grain of salt and that the daughter made her feel better) that Orange talked to her daughter and Ethel says, “I can’t believe that Orange would believe her lies!” First of all, I trust anything that her daughter says over her in the first place, but that just reaffirmed that. Second, that’s extreme gaslighting and my dad believes it.

Okay, so this has been a lot to write out and a lot more exhausting than I thought it would be. I’ve taken week long breaks (if not more) at a time, so I don’t know if I’ll forget to say something or if I’ll go in a different direction than I was originally planning for the next paragraphs but hopefully this is all entertaining enough. It won’t be all in chronological order, but I’m doing my best.

So after all of this, my dad tells us that we should go through my mom’s stuff that’s in the house that we want. Until you’ve done that shortly after the death of a loved one, you don’t know how exhausting it is. The first time was on a weekend that almost all of my siblings were able to be there. We video chatted my sister who couldn’t be there since she lives across the country. So we split up all of the big stuff. There’s some big furniture that people couldn’t currently take. Like I live in a tiny 1 bed apt and I couldn’t fit a piano, dresser, and vanity all in my apartment (let alone just one of them). So those are staying there until I can buy a house (which hopefully will be across the country). I was going out every Sunday to go through everything. I was a little petty and at one point was going through a box that had a bunch of church stuff in it right in front of my dad and kept asking him if he wanted the church things. My dad said we had plenty of time to go through things and take what we wanted so we were only doing what we felt was necessary and then would take our time from there.

One of the things that my dad and Ethel claimed was that their deceased spouses were trying to get them together...if anyone knows my mom, that’s definitely not true. I don’t know how my dad doesn’t see my mom would have hated Ethel. Her, Green’s wife, and myself would be gossiping so much about Ethel. Plus, one of my mom’s wishes when she passed was that if my dad got remarried then all of us kids would like his new wife. Not a single one of us like her. So not only is my dad completely oblivious to the fact my mom wouldn’t like her, he doesn’t uphold to one of her dying wishes.

So Ethel comes back to Utah. I don’t remember quite why. But she stayed at my dad’s. It was supposed to be temporary and she was supposed to stay somewhere else for most of the time she was here. Then she kept making excuses as to why she wasn’t leaving Utah and not staying somewhere else. There was one point where she was supposed to drive back to Oregon, but her car “broke down” about 7 (I think) hours from my dad’s house, but probably somewhere in the middle of the drive. So my dad being the good guy that he is drove out to pick her up and brought her back to his house. Where she has stayed ever since. The only time she’s left since was for their honeymoon. She had come back a couple of months before they were even technically engaged.

Oh my god! I just remembered something I forgot to mention earlier! Ethel and my dad do a LOT of PDA. My parents rarely showed affection in front of us. They rarely kissed in front of us. The most they would do was hold hands. Well Ethel and my dad are full on cuddling in front of us. Which wouldn’t be a big deal if that wasn’t the first thing I ever saw of her when we first met and if they didn’t do it so much in front of us at the beginning and if my parents showed any form of PDA. They also called each other pet names which my parents never did. All in all, it was really weird. AND my dad made a dirty joke which he has never done so to his kids in the 34 years he’s had any of us. I was very taken aback. So they ended up getting officially engaged and wanting to get married ASAP. Blue had been engaged for several months before. We told my dad to not even get engaged before Blue got married...well, they were talking about having a small ceremony in Oregon and inviting only a couple of her friends. No....my dad is not getting married without a single one of his friends or family members. I think enough of us spoke up about that so the idea was quickly shot down. But my dad was talking about getting married within maybe even weeks. We all knew Blue didn’t want him to and that would be taking away from him. So we convinced my dad not to get married before Blue’s wedding. He was unhappy about it, but he waited.

So leading up to their wedding, Ethel kept pushing us to get things out of the house. When we talked to my dad, he would always say that we could take as much time as we need and Ethel would say she never pushed us at all. And whenever I’d come out, I hated being around Ethel and would always go hide in the basement “doing things” until the rest of my siblings came. When I was forced to talk to her by myself, she would just keep talking and talking and not letting me get a word in. I live with my boyfriend and I’m not married so she thinks I just live in sin. She asked me about him once just so that she could say that she has family in the city he grew up in and so on and so forth. She also won’t talk about my sister’s girlfriend. Probably because they live in sin too...anyway, Orange, Green’s wife and myself planned a bridal shower for Blue’s (at the time) fiancée. She didn’t want Ethel there, but it was being hosted at my dad’s and Ethel never left so we couldn’t get around it. Speaking of Blue and his wedding, Blue was supposed to have brunch with his fiancée’s parents and my dad. Before my dad was actually engaged, he brought Ethel along. And Ethel doesn’t even ask, but tells them all that she’ll take care of the ties. Then she goes out and buys some samples before even knowing what the wedding colors are! Blue didn’t want her going to the wedding, let alone doing anything for the wedding. When I get married, Ethel will not be doing anything for my wedding.

Blue’s wedding happens. This is the first time Ethel meets my boyfriend. I don’t think they even said one word. This is also the first time that Yellow and his wife have met Ethel. Now Yellow’s wife got her degree in psychology and is a therapist. She said that Ethel crossed off almost all of the signs of a narcissist. Ethel still hasn’t even met Red and her husband in person (even to this day). Now we’re a month away from my dad’s and Ethel’s wedding...unfortunately. My dad asks me to put together a playlist for their wedding. No thanks, but I’ll do it for my dad. He specifically requested a song by Chicago for her walking down the aisle. Chicago was my mom and dad’s band so I was very upset that my dad would have a song with another woman from the band that him and my mom loved so much. I begrudgingly put together the playlist and added that. However, I didn’t add any other Chicago songs (even though he suggested that). And I made sure any songs I used didn’t mention forever or only love or anything like that. I might be a little petty.

Day of their wedding, I find out that all the decorations Ethel asked for from Green’s wife were from Blue’s rehearsal dinner. She didn’t even ask Blue or his (now) wife if she could use them. She asked Green’s wife...and then when she told Ethel she would have to ask Blue, Ethel said something along the lines “Well his dad paid for them so I can use them.” I don’t think it was quite as snarky as I put it, but that was the message she was trying to get across. My siblings are all hanging out at the dining table before the ceremony. Even though they’re both religious, they were just having a civil wedding in the backyard because if they were to marry in their temple, she would have to divorce her deceased husband (but my dad would be able to be married to multiple women for eternity...not misogynistic at all right? /sarcasm). My dad’s bishop comes in all bright and cheery. He knows quite a bit of my family so he comes and says hi. I don’t think it took long for him to realize we weren’t happy about the wedding. Ethel claims she invited her children (I really don’t think she did). She had a few of her family and friends come to the wedding, but none of her children. We’re pretty sure one of the couples that came was her daughter’s ex husband and his new wife (whom she has said she is closer with her daughter’s ex than her actual daughter).

Okay, so I’m now at the point where I’m going to give information that I don’t 100% remember fits where. Some of it was before their wedding, some of it before they even got engaged, some of it after their wedding. This may just be a bunch of word vomit, so I hope it all makes sense and anyone who happens to still be reading this doesn’t get lost. BTW, if you happen to still be reading this, congratulations on making it this far! I told you this would be a long post.

One of the first times we met Ethel when she was out here the first time we were doing a family dinner. I don’t remember everything we did for the dinner. Green’s wife cooked the main meal. Orange was supposed to be in charge of the Au Gratin Potatoes and something else. Well, I had asked what I could do and had the choice of rolls or salad. In our family group chat, my dad said Ethel wanted to contribute and asked what she could do. I told him I would do the salad and asked if she could do the rolls. Apparently that wasn’t good enough and she wanted to do more so she ended up doing the au gratin potatoes. We specifically wanted our family recipe for the potatoes and Orange had already bought the ingredients for it so she let Ethel know where to find the ingredients. Before I get into what actually happened, one of the things that Ethel boasts about all the time is that she grew up helping her mom with catering and so she knows how to cook really well (I have liked very few of the things she’s cooked). So Ethel doesn’t use our recipe and uses her own for the potatoes...they weren’t very good. And the rolls she brought were terrible store bought rolls. Like, if she doesn’t want to make rolls, whatever, but at least buy decent rolls. Also, rolls are a really easy thing to make to show off to a family you’re trying to impress. I seriously just get the frozen Rhode’s Rolls and then after cooking them melt butter on top of them. Super easy and people are always super impressed with how good they are. So not only does she not use the recipe for potatoes we wanted, her recipe is meh, AND she gets shitty store bought rolls.

At one point, Green’s wife and I were going through the small room upstairs cleaning it out and trying to make sure my sibling’s belongings got in a box for each of them. This is the room that my mom died in. All of my siblings were in this room with her. It is painted dark blue and along the middle of the wall around the room is a trim of wallpaper covered in whales. Ethel and my dad are wanting to turn this room into his home office (especially with how much he’s been working at home due to Covid-19). Which is whatever, they can do what they want. While Green’s wife and I are in there cleaning out the room, Ethel comes in and starts using some sort of tool on the wallpaper that tore small holes in it. She said it was so they could take down the wallpaper easier. I don’t know why she had to do that while we were in there cleaning. It has been a few months since then and she hasn’t done anything else to that room (including taking down the wallpaper). Green’s wife believes she did that while we were in there just to be mean. She actually believes Ethel just likes being mean and does things just to be mean. It’s hard to disagree with that considering everything else.

I don’t know why I didn’t say something about this earlier when I was writing about how Orange and my Aunt J had spoken to Ethel’s daughter. There were some things that they talked about that were huge red flags. Ethel’s daughter said that Ethel was a gold digger and just looking for someone to take care of her. Also that from Ethel’s first marriage, she got $60,000 from her ex husband and she blew it all within just a few months. Ethel has been filed for bankruptcy multiple times and just overall isn’t great with money. All of her children have tried to help her and she has burned every bridge because she just sells the cars they would buy for her or do other stupid things because she never had any money. I mentioned before that Ethel’s children refused to meet my dad. They said that it was way too soon after her last husband passed (their step dad) for them to meet my dad (yes, it had been like 7 months). So since they refused to meet my dad right away, Ethel told them that they wouldn’t be a part of her life anymore. Of course my dad doesn’t believe any of this, but like I said earlier, I trust Ethel’s daughter way more than I trust her.

When my dad was talking about getting married to Ethel, one of the things we pushed for was a prenup. My dad reluctantly agreed that he would look into it. It turns out that in my state, if they hadn’t gotten a prenup stating otherwise, when my dad died (if Ethel was still alive) then everything would go to her and then once she died everything would go to her children and nothing would go to my dad’s kids. So he did go through with the prenup (which also covered if they got a divorce he wouldn’t have to give her money or anything). His lawyer actually gave him some really good advice and I hope that my dad was more open to his lawyer about those things than he was with us even though we said the same things. And luckily, control of the trust and everything else is still in the hands of my oldest siblings when my dad passes (even if Ethel is still alive).

So Green has 2 kids. One that they’re fostering and hoping to adopt, the other has some cognitive disabilities. Even so, he is the smartest kid I know. At 3 years old he could name all of the planets in the solar system. I’m 24 and I can’t do that. He just retains knowledge really really well. Well, Ethel likes to call him her “special little buddy”...which is extremely ableist to say the least. He doesn’t really like her and he can tell that we all don’t like her (he’s 6 and he can see that better than my dad). Green’s wife absolutely hates it when Ethel calls him that too. Green’s wife is probably the one that stands up for all of us the most. But she’s also super nervous of the inevitable time that she pisses Ethel off. Ethel has called CPS on her own daughter because her preteen grandson was moody and didn’t talk to her while she was at lunch with him. If she calls CPS on Green and his wife, then they take their foster child out of the home immediately and who knows what that’ll do to their chances of adopting him. When Ethel calls CPS on any of my siblings, if I haven’t already done it for other reasons, I will tell my dad that I want to be a part of his life, but our relationship can’t include Ethel. I know my siblings and they do not do a single thing that would concern CPS.

So when Blue got married, I’m not sure exactly when it was, but I know that Ethel talked to Blue’s new sister-in-law for a bit. And she was talking about Blue’s wife’s anxiety, which Blue’s wife has never said a thing to Ethel about. And Ethel just went on and on about Blue’s wife’s anxiety and how hard it must be and that’s why Blue’s wife is like this and so on and so forth....I’m curious to know what Ethel thinks my mental illness is and tells people about.

I’m writing this one right now because it just happened and I don’t want to forget the details. So my dad’s house has 6 bedrooms and 2 family rooms. It was a good size for my family while we were growing up, but now it’s just the two of them in a 6 bedroom home. They’re planning on redoing a lot of things and we’ve been doing a lot to clean out the house and split up my mom’s stuff. So in the smallest bedroom in the house, there was a lot of baby stuff and when we didn’t know where to put things, a lot of it would go in there. Well, on multiple occasions, they’ve told us that we can take as much time as we need to go through the house and that there was no rush. Ethel has been pushing to get everything out when my dad isn’t around, but now even my dad has pushed to get things out a little bit. They decide that anything we haven’t gone through and they’re not sure what we want, they’ll put in a storage unit for us to go through when we can. I thought that was a great compromise. Well, Ethel ended up taking a picture of the small room and posting it on Facebook talking about how messy we are and how terrible of step children we are. How we were supposed to get it out by the time they got back from their honeymoon so on and so forth. Yellow and his wife see this before Ethel ends up deleting it off of Facebook. Yellow calls my dad (which I’m so grateful because so far it’s just been the girls making any sort of fuss) and is really upset about it while talking to my dad. My dad puts him on speaker and talks to Yellow and Ethel together. Ethel says she accidentally posted it on Facebook and it was supposed to be just for her aunt. How do you accidentally post something on Facebook? And if you’re talking shit and posting it to a private audience, you sure as hell aren’t going to make the mistake of posting it publicly. But also, she was talking shit about my dad’s kids and he defended her. How can he take her side on that one?

The anniversary of my mom’s death is on the same day as Green’s birthday. Well, the day was coming up and in our family group chat Ethel asks how we want to celebrate the birthday and remember my mom. Not my dad, ETHEL asks...that is not her place in the slightest. If my dad had asked, then I would have been more than happy to talk about it, but Ethel doesn’t get to be the one to try to see how we want to celebrate. Green’s family, Yellow’s family, and myself and my boyfriend ended up going to an amusement park for that day. Then we went out to my dad’s that night for pizza (hawaiian especially to remember my mom) and to watch a destructo show (because my mom LOVED those). Yellow and his family were staying at my dad’s. Well, Ethel told Yellow and his wife to make themselves at home and to eat whatever and drink whatever. When Yellow was telling me about this, I thought it was so funny because 1 he said he felt like “yeah, of course I’ll make myself at home, this is my house, not yours! and 2 my mom would get so annoyed with him for when he visited opening up a bag of chips without asking for permission or things like that. Like small things that didn’t matter in the scheme of things, but he would do with my mom, of course he’s not going to care what Ethel thinks about it. The other thing that Ethel talked to Yellow and his wife about was getting rid of all the sippy cups and only keeping one in the house per grandchild with their name on it. She said that she would always find 5 sippy cups full of milk laying around the house, but she wasn’t saying that because of Yellow’s family. So that means she was saying it because of Green’s family. Which, the younger one never leaves his sippy cup behind and the older one doesn’t drink milk (he used to be allergic and now just doesn’t like it).

One of the things that bugs Green’s wife a lot is that Ethel will always message her and say passive aggressive shit or ask her to tell my family about something or talking to her about getting everything cleaned out of the house, etc. At one point she asked Green’s wife to choose what toys they wanted to keep in the house. My mom bought way too many toys for the grandchildren, but she loved them. She would end up putting a bunch in storage and rotating them out when the kids stopped playing with some toys because they were bored of them (genius really). But it sounded like Ethel was wanting to get rid of basically all of the toys, which the point of having them there and not at my siblings’ house was so that the kids had toys to play with there and only got to play with them at my dad’s house. I think one of the reasons for getting rid of them or at least downsizing is that she always claims that the toys don’t get put away. They do though. I have been there when my siblings are putting their kids mess away. I’ve helped clean the toys up. They always get cleaned up.

Oh my god!! I can’t believe it has taken me this long to mention this one. So while my dad and Ethel were on their honeymoon, we were going through the house and trying to clean out as much as possible. Well, while doing so, we found a TON of different medications. Some were for her, some her deceased husband, and some were for somebody named “Gale Friend”. But there were probably at least 40 different bottles of pills (if not more). And at one point, Green’s wife was downstairs cleaning out of of the bedrooms. In one of the vanities (that is either mine or Orange’s, not even my dad’s let alone Ethel’s), there were some more bottles of pills and LOOSE PILLS in the drawer. This is an area that my nephews are unsupervised a LOT. Imagine if one of them opened the drawer and ate one of them! Yellow’s wife thinks that it’s too sloppy for an addict and that Ethel was trying to get us to say something to my dad so that she could play the innocent victim and that his kids just hate her and it’s her and him against the world.

Speaking of playing the victim, she does that with my dad a lot. She has literally told him before that it’s him and her against the world. She has talked bad to him about every single one of his kids (except my oldest sister that I know of). She has been trying to cut him off from his family. He can’t talk to anyone of us or even his sister alone. Also, when we’re around, she talks to my dad in a baby voice. I’m sure she does it when we’re not there too, but just trying to act like she’s this innocent helpless little girl and my dad has fallen for it. I’m sooo scared that he is finding himself to be miserable and feels like he has nobody there to help him. I hope he knows that any one of his kids would help him if he said anything. He’s such a good guy and deserves happiness. I hope that soon, he is able to realize that she’s not happiness.

Wow, this was incredibly long. I’m 100% sure there are things that I missed/forgot about. And I’m 100% sure there are things that will happen later and I will be back here writing it down to keep record and if anyone actually was interested in knowing. If you are here reading this, you seriously deserve a medal for being able to get through this entire thing. Thanks for bearing with my scattered brain and I hope it at least made you laugh at the insanity if nothing else.

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Eleven people were killed on Saturday when a gunman entered Pittsburgh's Tree of Life synagogue and opened fire on the congregants. The victims ranged in age from 54 to 97; eight were men, three were women. Two of them were brothers, and two were a married couple.

Chuck Diamond was a rabbi at Tree of Life until about a year ago, and he remains a member of the community, living just around the corner from the synagogue. He knew many of the victims.

"These are wonderful people, good souls, who were just coming to synagogue as the usually did," he told NPR on Sunday. "Synagogue was just getting started and mostly elderly people who come there are there at the beginning, and you could count on them every week for coming. ... It's such a crime that their lives were taken from us."

The names of the victims were released on Sunday morning by the Allegheny County Office of the Medical Examiner. Here are some of their stories, as we learn them.

Rose Mallinger, 97, of Squirrel Hill, was the oldest of the victims.

Diamond told NPR that Rose "was in her 90s, but she was one of the younger ones among us, I have to tell you, in terms of her spirit. Rose was wonderful."

Daniel Stein, 71, lived in the Squirrel Hill neighborhood of Pittsburgh. He is the former president of the New Light Congregation, a Conservative synagogue that held services at Tree of Life.

He was remembered for his kindness.

"He was always willing to help anybody," his nephew Steven Halle told TribLIVE, formerly the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review. "He was somebody that everybody liked, very dry sense of humor and recently had a grandson who loved him."

Melvin Wax, 88, also of Squirrel Hill, was a remembered as a pillar of the New Light Congregation.

"He was such a kind, kind person," his friend and fellow congregant Myron Snider told The Associated Press. "When my daughters were younger, they would go to him, and he would help them with their federal income tax every year. Never charged them."

"He and I used to, at the end of services, try to tell a joke or two to each other. Most of the time they were clean jokes. Most of the time. I won't say all the time. But most of the time."

Snider said Wax was a bit hard of hearing, and unfailingly attended Friday, Saturday, and Sunday services, filling in at nearly every role if someone didn't show up.

"Just a sweet, sweet guy," he said.

Jerry Rabinowitz, 66, of Edgewood Borough, was a family doctor.

He practiced in a "small, cozy office in Pittsburgh's Bloomfield neighborhood," TribLIVE reporter Ben Schmitt wrote in a personal remembrance. Rabinowitz was his father's doctor, and his own.

Schmitt recalled how his father became ill on a trip to India, and called back to Rabinowitz in Pittsburgh for advice. The doctor called his father every day for the rest of his trip to check in on his health.

"I felt like I was in such competent, caring hands," Schmitt's father said. "Such a kind and gentle man."

Rabinowitz also was the personal physician to former Allegheny County Deputy District Attorney Lawrence Claus, who released a statement on Sunday remembering him.

"Dr. Jerry Rabinowitz ... was truly a trusted confidant and healer who could always be counted upon to provide sage advice whenever he was consulted on medical matters, usually providing that advice with a touch of genuine humor," said Claus, according to CBS affiliate KDKA. "He had a truly uplifting demeanor, and as a practicing physician he was among the very best."

Cecil Rosenthal, 59, and David Rosenthal, 54, were brothers who shared an apartment in the Squirrel Hill neighborhood.

Raye Coffey, a close friend and former neighbor of the Rosenthals' parents, toldTribLIVE that the Rosenthals spent a lot of time in her house when they were younger. She said the brothers faced mental challenges and were fixtures at Tree of Life, where Cecil was a greeter.

"Cecil was always a big brother. He was very warm and very loving. Whenever he would see us, he would always say, 'Hi, Coffeys!' "

"David was quieter," she said. "But both were ... to die like this is horrendous."

ACHIEVA, an organization that works with people with disabilities said that the brothers were well-respected members of its community. Chris Schopf, who runs the group's residential programs, said the brothers never missed a Saturday at Tree of Life.

"If they were here they would tell you that is where they were supposed to be," Schopf said in a statement. "Cecil's laugh was infectious. David was so kind and had such a gentle spirit. Together, they looked out for one another. They were inseparable. Most of all, they were kind, good people with a strong faith and respect for everyone around."

Bernice Simon, 84, and Sylvan Simon, 86, of Wilkinsburg were remembered by neighbors as sweet, kind, and generous.

They were married at the Tree of Life synagogue in December 1956, according to TribLIVE.

"A loving couple and they've been together forever," longtime friend and neighbor Michael Stepaniak told the news site. "I hope they didn't suffer much and I miss them terribly."

Joyce Fienberg, 75, lived in Pittsburgh's Oakland neighborhood, and grew up in Toronto. She had two sons and was remembered as a proud grandmother.

"[She was] the most amazing and giving person," her brother, Bob Libman, told the CBC.

Fienberg was a researcher at the University of Pittsburgh's Learning Research and Development Center for more than 25 years.

In a statement on Sunday, the center called her "a cherished friend" and "an engaging, elegant, and warm person."

Gaea Leinhardt, professor emerita at Pitt, called Fienberg her best friend and told The Washington Post that she had a way of putting teachers at ease when she visited their classrooms.

"She was very intellectual," Leinhardt said. "But also people would just always open up to her in a very easy way. She was an ideal observer."

Her husband, internationally celebrated statistician Stephen Fienberg, died in 2016.

Leinhardt told the Post that Fienberg had been especially involved at Tree of Life since her husband's death. "I just can't say how terribly sad I am that this person isn't in the world anymore."

Richard Gottfried, 65, of Ross Township, shared a dentistry practice with his wife.

The two met as dental students at the University of Pittsburgh, the Post reports, and they volunteered with Catholic Charities' dental clinic. He was said to be an avid runner and had been going to services at Tree of Life more often recently.

Irving Younger, 69, ran a real estate business in Squirrel Hill for many years, and was also a youth football and baseball coach.

Tina Prizner, who lived next door to Younger in the Mt. Washington neighborhood, remembered him as "the most wonderful dad and grandpa" and as a devoted member of his congregation.

"He went every day. He was an usher at his synagogue, and he never missed a day," she told TribLIVE. "He was a beautiful person, a beautiful soul."

'Wonderful People, Good Souls': The Victims Of The Pittsburgh Synagogue Shooting

First photo: Brendan Smialowski/AFP/Getty Images

Second photo: Jerry Rabinowitz in 2013. Photo courtesy of his family.

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A Favor {Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader}

Summary: The reader calls for help on babysitting her nephews from none other than Captain America. The experience ends with an important question.

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, hints of sexual themes at the end if you squint real hard

Author’s Note: My first one-shot that I’ve written in so long that wasn’t a request! I have a lot of non-requested fics in the works right now. I hope you guys like this one! I was babysitting my nephews the other day and it gave me this cute little idea. Thank you for reading! Xox Angel Baugh

You sat on the floor while your two nephews played. While the four-year-old was currently obsessed with Scooby-Doo, the six-year-old had an undying love for superheroes. A long-forgotten cartoon played on the television as the kids played.

Your brother had asked you to watch his sons a few days previously. Today he and his wife were finding out the gender of their third child. You were more than happy to help out, but you made him promise to tell you what they were told as soon as they got back.

“Hey, Y/n! Did you know that Captain America is really strong?” Jonathan, the older boy, said excitedly.

“I did! Did you know that I know Captain America?” His jaw dropped at your words.

“No way!”

You nodded, smiling, “I could call him right now.”

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Pulling out your phone, you clicked on the contact ‘O Captain My Captain’. Jonathan sat quietly in anticipation. His little brother pushed a small car around on the coffee table. You made faces at them as you waited for the man of the hour to pick up.

“Hey, doll,” his deep voice sounded through the phone.

“Hey. Are you busy right now?”

“No, I’m just helping Tony work on my suit. Did you need something?” You heard a distant mumbling before he spoke again. “Peter says hi.”

You smiled, “Tell Spider-Man I say hi.” Your nephew’s face lit up.

“’Pider-Man?” the younger of the two spoke happily.

“Would you want to come over? I have to prove to a couple of kids that I know Captain America,” you continued talking into your phone.

“Text me the address and I’ll be there. It’s about the time I meet the family, huh?” he laughed nervously. “I hope the kids don’t hate me.”

“They’ll love you. I’ll see you soon, Captain. Bye.”

“Captain America is coming to my house!” Jonathan squealed.

You texted your brother, making sure that having your boyfriend over was okay. After receiving a thumbs-up emoji, you sent the address to Steve. Calming the kids down before he arrived proved to be difficult. They’d finally sat down on the couch when there was a knock at the door. A groan left your lips as the two boys jumped up, running to the door.

“Wait!” you called after them. You pushed them behind you protectively before you opened the door. He stood there wearing a dark grey shirt that pictures his shield in the center. He knew the kids would love it.

“Hi, love,” Steve pulled you into a quick hug. You pulled away and shut the door behind him.

Your two nephews stood next to each other with their jaws to the floor. The toys were dropped and ignored. Laughing, you waved your hands in front of their faces.

“Boys, this is Captain America. Steve, these are my brother’s kids. The oldest is Jonathan. The baby is Jacob.” Steve reached his hand out and Jonathan shook it mesmerized. Jacob gave him a fist bump.

“Hey, guys. I heard you like superheroes.” His voice was soft and kind as he talked.

Jonathan was the first to speak up, “Hi, Captain America!”

“Since you’re my friend, you can call me Steve.”

“I’m friends with Captain America!”

***

You knew Steve was good with kids, but seeing him play games with your sweet nephews awakened something in you. The three boys were now sitting in a circle talking about the shows they like to watch. Steve had absolutely no idea what was being said. Nonetheless, he still tried his best to follow the conversation.

“Then the big bad guy sent his cats to attack the boss baby and his big brother! His cats were hiding everywhere,” Jonathan babbled on. His parents walked through the door seconds later.

“Mommy! Daddy!” The two children ran to their parents.

“Hey, kiddos! Did you have fun with Aunt Y/N and her friend?” your brother bent down to hug his kids.

“Oh my gosh! Aunt Y/N is gonna marry Captain America!” You eyed your nephew curiously. “I saw them kissing when they were supposed to get us snacks!” Heat rose to your cheeks. One quick glance told you that Steve was just embarrassed as you were. Your brother laughed softly at his son’s words.

“We got some news about the baby. Do you guys want to hear it?” your sister-in-law asked you and Steve. You nodded eagerly.

“Was I right?”

She nodded, grinning widely, “Yep, we’re having a girl!” You swiftly pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you guys. The little ones need a princess to put them in their place,” you joke as you backed up. “Congratulations. Are you excited?”

“I’m excited to buy dresses and bows. You’ll have to come with me shopping before she comes.”

Steve stood next to you, listening to the conversation. His hand rested on the small of your back as you spoke.

“Hey, man. I’m Mark,” your brother greeted Steve. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting me come help Y/N. The kids are fun to hang out with. Congratulations on the oncoming addition.”

“Thanks. Care for a beer while the girls talk? If I know them as well as I believe I do, you’re going to be stuck here for a minute.”

He laughed, “Sounds great.” He kissed your temple gently before following your brother into the kitchen. You sent him a smile.

“He’s a keeper,” Caroline commented. “He’s great with kids, and I can tell he’s already wrapped around your finger.”

“Steve’s amazing. I don’t know where I’d be without him.”

You followed Caroline back to the living room. The children followed and turned back to their toys. The two of you sat on the couch. She sighed, looking at the two boys in pure adoration.

“Have you thought about having kids?” The question shocked you, but you’d been thinking about it all day.

“I’d love to have kids. I’m getting closer to that age. All I have to do is talk to Steve about it. We’ve been together coming on a year now, but I think he’s the one.”

The woman wiped away a stray tear, “Stupid hormones! That is so sweet. He’d make a good baby daddy. I’d kill to have some blonde babies.” You laughed with her.

An hour later, you and Steve were ready to leave.

“Bye Y/N! I love you,” Jacob embraced your legs tightly.

“Bye, baby. I’ll come back soon, okay?”

Jonathan looked up at you, “Can Steve come with you next time, too?”

“I’m sure I can drag him over again.”

The two of you walked hand and hand to your car. His motorcycle was parked just behind it. You stopped walking before you reached the driver’s side.

“I have a question,” you bit your lip nervously.

“What is it, doll?”

“I know the serum messed with your aging. Does that mean you’re still fertile?” you smirked at your boyfriend.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #Avengers #The Avengers #marvel #tony stark #Iron Man #peter parker #spider-man

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themalhambird · 4 years

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Sir Thomas returned from London without either Maria or Julia and looking almost as haggard and fatigued as he had when he had returned from Antigua- only considerably paler. He at once went to greet the rest of his family- what remained of his family- was gladdened to see his younger son and two nieces – soothed for a moment by the weight of his Lady in his arms- suppressed his disdain for Mrs Norris and her entreaties after “dear Mrs— Maria?” till the bitterness of it all seemed to mar it all- “and Tom?” Sir Thomas enquired, looking around and not seeing his eldest, and fighting against the alarm clawing at his chest. Lady Bertram’s letters had painted a picture of his son’s being in a very bad way- and his absence from this already sadly contracted group caused Sir Thomas to fear-

“Fanny and I took my brother up to bed not above a half hour ago,” Edmund said, the absence of any alarm from him allowing Sir Thomas to regain some measure of calm. “He was anxious to be here to receive you, sir, but he has not long been back out of bedrest and Doctor Harris’ orders being for him not to overtax himself, we thought it better…”

“Indeed, he was sat waiting here with us,” Lady Bertram agreed placidly as her younger son trailed off. “But he was so pale and grew so anxious wondering why you did not come, it seemed much better that he go and lie down. But I do think, my dear Sir Thomas,” she added, with a degree of animation that he had not seen in his wife for quite some while. “I do think that you ought to go up to him as soon as you may, for he really was very anxious about your coming.”

Sir Thomas favoured his lady with a smile and took her hands to kiss. “I will go now, my dear,” Sir Thomas said, “and put his mind at ease.” His own mind, too: that the shock of his daughters’ behaviour should cause their oldest brother’s condition to grow worse again was not wholly surprising, but given the danger which Tom had been in before, which Sir Thomas and Edmund had kept from Tom’s mother, her alarm over his subsequent condition, which she had kept him informed of near-daily while he was in Town, had bred in Sir Thomas the fear that once again their son’s condition might be worse than she had been told. That he had received no word from either Edmund or Mrs Norris begging his return on Tom’s account had not been much comfort: Edmund had not long been returned to Mansfield himself, and Sir Thomas had absolutely no faith remaining that Mrs Norris knew nor had ever knew how to do what was best for her nephews and nieces. He left the sitting room, therefore, not long after he had entered it. Tired from his journey, longing for tea or something stronger, he nevertheless ignored Edmund’s reassurance that Tom would not mind if his father rested a while first, was likely asleep again even now, and went upstairs. He had been lax in his parental duty of care for far too long already and see what the result had been! Two daughters who must now be dead to him and a son who had come fearfully close to death! Sir Thomas climbed the stairs and trod the corridor down to Tom’s bedroom with a heavy heart. He had not, he realised suddenly, been to Tom’s bedroom since the day it had become Tom’s bedroom- the boys having grown too old to really share a space amiably- and while Sir Thomas was realistic enough to know that poking his head around his eldest son’s door now and then to give him some praise for doing right, or some harder censure for doing wrong that Tom might have merited but never really received, probably would not have forestalled the unhappy circumstances his son was now in he could hardly suppose that it would have hurt, either. He reached Tom’s bedroom.

He raised his hand to knock lightly on the door, but the sound of muffled weeping stalled him for a moment before urging him forward unannounced. It was dark in Tom’s room: the curtains were drawn and no candles lit. But between the candles in the hall- with the door open- and the low fire burning in the hearth, there was light enough for Sir Thomas to see his eldest lying on his side, face turned and pressed into a pillow, his shoulders shaking with the small sobs that were still audible despite Tom’s attempts. “Tom?” his father exclaimed, alarmed. “Tom!” he hurried across to the bed as Tom’s sobs caught. Tom discarded the pillow and dashed at his face with a look of dismay as he saw Sir Thomas.

“Father-“ he began as he tried to push himself up, and then promptly burst in to noisier, harsher tears as Sir Thomas sat on the edge of the bed. Tom lay back down, angling himself so that he lay as close as possible to his father’s lap- without quite daring to rest his head in it, or to reach out for the embrace he so desperately wanted. Sir Thomas first laid the back of his hand gently on his son’s cheek and finding it not especially warmer than it ought to have been, moved his hand to rest in the sweaty tangle of his son’s hair. “Father,” Tom choked out again, and continued to sob.

Sir Thomas sat with him and said nothing, trusting that when Tom had it all out of his system, he would be able to pull himself together and say whatever it was that he needed to. At length, Tom grew calmer. He sniffed and started scrabbling under his pillow with one hand. Sir Thomas presented him with his own handkerchief wordlessly and Tom took it without saying anything, struggling to push himself upright before wiping his face, blowing his nose loudly, folding the handkerchief, and wiping his face again. His hands fell back into his lap, twisting the handkerchief as he stared down at it. “Have something to drink, Tom,” his father said gently, pouring a glass from jug at the side of Tom’s bed and handing it to him, watching intensely in case Tom needed assistance as he had done when he had first been brought home. Tom was fine, however, to manage on his own. He took small sips, his face sometimes creasing as though he were going to start crying again, but before too long the glass was empty and Tom seemed to be in possession of himself again. He handed the glass back to Sir Thomas, and for the first time since the foolishness with the theatre, properly looked his father in the eye. It seemed to Sir Thomas that Tom rather had to force himself to hold his father’s gaze: Tom quivered with an odd tension and a miserable blush spread across his face. His expression was one of deep shame that seemed to reflect how Sir Thomas himself felt. “Father, I am sorry!” Tom blurted out and dropped his gaze at once. His shoulders heaved and he pulled the handkerchief taut between his hands. “This is all my fault,” he said, much more softly. “If I had not- if I had paid better attention…and I could tell Rushworth was an idiot right from the off, and I ought to have known that Maria could never love someone that deeply stupid, and as for –“ he twisted the handkerchief around his thumbs. “What of Maria?” He did not ask it as his Aunt had done, as though he expected Maria to appear in the house at any moment, their own again as though somehow untainted by what she had done. He sounded almost afraid- although what he had to be afraid of where Maria was concerned, Sir Thomas could not quite tell. If he had asked after Julia…

“I still do not know where Mrs Rushworth and Henry Crawford have gone.” Sir Thomas informed him, pushing the thought of Yates to one side for the moment. “And regardless of what happens hereafter, Mrs Rushworth will not be welcomed at Mansfield Park, by any of us.”

“But-“ Tom’s gaze darted back up to his father’s, and he swallowed at the flint behind his father’s eyes. He had always found Sir Thomas’ face to be unyielding and unloving- it was only now, in the absence of any hint of tenderness or forgiveness towards Maria, that Tom really understood what unyielding and unloving might look like on his father’s face. “I- I know Maria has been- I know what she did was wrong, I know that, but sir-“

“Maria cannot come back from this-“

“She hasn’t behaved any worse than I have!”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Sir Thomas drew back, rising up to stand by Tom’s bed rather than sit on it, and Tom shrunk in on himself, staring down the bed to the lump under his covers where his feet were. “Edmund’s living,” Tom began, swallowed, and fell silent.

“Your debts,” Sir Thomas said gravely. “Your extravagance- the gaming and drinking-“ he stopped, clasped his hands behind his back, and considered how he meant to go on.

“Robbery,” Tom said, almost mutinously. “That is how you phrased it, Sir- I robbed Edmund, and you and mother- and you were right, even if I did not see it at the time. And if it had not been you I took the money from- if it had been a stranger, then it would have been a heavy theft indeed, and I would hang for it and I would deserve to hang for it-“

“Thomas-“

“Who has Maria wronged?” Tom exclaimed. “Really? Herself, her husband, Fanny- what she did was immoral, to be sure, but hardly more so than—” he broke off in a fit of coughing, the sound hollow and rasping and Sir Thomas reached back to him, pushing at his shoulders.

“Lie back!” he urged. “Try to calm yourself, Tom.” Tom submitted to his father’s direction and pressed his handkerchief close to his mouth as he continued to cough and shake. “Your vices,” Sir Thomas said quietly, once the fit seemed to have passed, “Have been no more or less what other disreputable, idle young men’s vices have been. Your sister, on the other hand- both your sisters, which brings me to a point that I am sorry to raise with you whilst you are in this state, but I am afraid I must-“

“Yates isn’t such a bad fellow,” Tom whispers. “I know you dislike him, sir, and he can be a little too- well, Yates like but he does love her, sir, and he will try to do what is right by her.”

Sir Thomas knitted his eyebrows together. “He has told you this?” he demanded. “Spoke to you, written to you?”

Tom looked away. Sir Thomas closed his hand around his son’s wrist and squeezed. “Tom!” he demanded.

“Yates sent a line or two to me he must have sent just as he left London,” Tom admitted, sounding somewhat sullen and nothing like the contrite, sorry man he had been sobbing over Maria mere moments ago. Sir Thomas’s grip on him tightened. “It contained no information or assurances that you had not received already in the letter my sister left you, except for a few particulars involving myself which. Edmund read the letter to me. And then he burned it. You may apply to him for the details, if you wish, but I would rather you did not. Only believe me when I say that Yates would not run the risk of running off with a girl he did not honestly really like. ” Tom closed his eyes and exhaled. “Edmund must be the only one who has not disappointed you,” he muttered. “We always felt it, you know- Maria, Julia, and I. Edmund was the one you could most be proud of, most like.”

“I was proud of all of you.” Sir Thomas whispered, turning cold and hot and cold again as mortification washed over him and grief rose up his throat. He swallowed around it, and blinked back tears. “I loved- I love- all of you.” He slid his hand down from Tom’s wrist, and laced his son’s fingers with his own, raising Tom’s hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I have not been proud of your lifestyle, lately, I must admit,” he said, striving to keep chastisement out of his tone. “But you did well enough in Antigua, or else I should not have let you out of my sight again so soon-“

“I behaved well in Antigua so you would let me out of your sight-“

“You have kept your word, regarding gaming,” Sir Thomas pressed on, determinedly ignoring his son’s confession. “You can change if you wish, Tom and I think, now, that you have had this time to reflect- as dangerous as this illness has been for you and as much as I wish, from the bottom of my heart, it had never come about…” Sir Thomas smiled, somewhat sadly. Tom had turned his face back to the pillows, but nonetheless Sir Thomas felt that he was listening intently. “Perhaps I should have been harder on you were you were younger, and less set in your ways,” he continued. “But I have been absent often, and blind to things I ought not to have been, and as much as I might have frowned upon some of your exuberance, I must confess that some part of me relished your lively nature. It reminded me of your mother, you see.”

That got a reaction: Tom whipped his head back around and stared at his father with the utmost incredulity. Sir Thomas’ smile became a little more genuinely happy. “Yes, your mother used to be a lively, spirited young woman,” he said, “That was what attracted me to her, you know, and in a lot of ways you were- are- very much like she was then.”

“And Edmund is like you,” Tom muttered, sinking back down, and looking miserable again. “It is so easy, for you two, neither of you ever misstep.”

Sir Thomas withheld a sigh and refrained from pointing out that he had just admitted several calamitous missteps to his son. Nor did he add that to some his marrying Miss Maria Ward, with her small- in relative terms- fortune and, as it had turned out, her lack of inclination toward either curiosity or activity- might have been a misstep. He had loved Miss Maria Ward, and he loved Lady Bertram because of it, and as he had already said he loved Tom in part because Tom reminded him of how Lady Bertram had once been. “It is not easy,” he said instead. “It requires effort, and some measure of thought and of sacrifice.” He pursed his lips. It came to his attention that he was still holding Tom’s glass; he stood up, poured himself a measure, and downed it in one. “You should get some rest,” he said softly. “Your brother seemed to think you had grown fatigued and Doctor Harris said you should not over tax yourself.”

Tom shifted, drawing the blankets higher around himself. “What about Maria?” he insisted stubbornly. “Will you offer he any assistance, at all, or will you just- just cast her off, now that you are without a doubt that she has had sexual relations she ought not to have-“

Sir Thomas rounds on him, frowning again and putting the glass down. “Thomas, what is worrying you?” he demands. “I flatter myself that I am not so wholly alien to my children that I cannot tell when they are worried- or dare I say frightened? And your concern for Mrs Rushworth, whilst touching, seems a great deal more pronounced now than it ever has been for your sister; I do not recall that the pair of you have ever been especially close.” He stepped back up to the bed and, after a moment’s hesitation, sat down again. Tom’s hands had vanished under the covers when he drew the blankets up so Sir Thomas rested a hand on his upper arm instead. “I went to London to try and shield Maria from any folly or harm, not to cast her off,” he reminded Tom. “If…Julia, and her husband, if he has become her husband, come to me for my blessing, I will not withhold it- though the request may come far later than it ought to have.” Sir Thomas paused. He licked his lips, opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Tom said nothing and turned his head away, staring past his father and down to the floor. “Tom, look at me.” Sir Thomas ordered. “Look at me, Tom.” Only at the second command did Tom do as he was told, and he could not meet his father’s gaze. “You draw parallels between yourself and Maria,” Sir Thomas said. “Your distress over my disdain for her actions seem to come from- from the- the physical aspect of- which is to say-“ he broke off, unsure of how to phrase it and, feeling his cheeks grow warmer, abandoned the effort altogether. He knew- he thought he knew- Tom’s concern- his way of speaking about Yates’ letter- but he did not know how to broach the subject, nor did he really want to, except that his child was in distress and Sir Thomas could not bare to leave him in it. “Have you,” he hedged, attempting to begin afresh. “Have you – perhaps- acted as Crawford- engaged in a flirtation or a dalliance with a woman you ought not to- a married woman, or one you couldn’t or else had no intention of marrying?” Tom said nothing, but the slightly sardonic smirk that crossed his features for a moment answered Sir Thomas’ part of Sir Thomas’ question for him, and the faintly sickened look that replaced the smirk and the way Tom averted his gaze once more and flinched beneath Sir Thomas’ touch answered the rest. Sir Thomas closed his eyes briefly and nodded to himself. “You are twenty-eight,” he said softly, “and I have never seen you so much as glance appreciatively at a woman, nor have I ever known or heard a report of a flirtation between you and any young lady. Your intimate friendships are all with other young men- most peoples’ more intimate friendships are with people of their own sex, granted, but I have long suspected that yours may be more- ah, intimate than-“

“Yes.”

Sir Thomas blinked. “Yes?”

“Yes, I am an invert. That is what you are asking, is it not?”

“Tom-“

“You must despise me,” Tom said, his voice sounding dangerously close to breaking back down in to sobs again. “You hate Maria and you must hate me- adultery and sodomy, the two sins of-“

“Thomas Bertram, I do not hate Maria and I certainly do not hate you!” Sir Thomas said sharply. Tom flinched, and tried to pull further away, but Sir Thomas clung on to him. “I do not hate Maria,” Sir Thomas repeated more softly. “I hate what she has done, and I hate the situation she has put herself and all of us in, I hate that scandal has fallen down upon us because of her actions, and I hate that is she is now lost to us forever, but I do not hate her. And as for you- your- situation-“ Sir Thomas paused delicately. “As I say, I have suspected for some time now. Do not distress yourself with it or worry that I will discover the truth and disown you- as long as you are sensible then no harm can come of it.” He paused. Tom did not look especially reassured, but he looked a little less ill. “I do not suppose,” Sir Thomas said after a while, and coughed. “I know that, er, sometimes, some men might have an inclination for both-“

“I don’t,” Tom interrupted morosely. He sounded very firm on that point, and Sir Thomas thought it better not to push. After all, Tom ought to know, and Sir Thomas did not wish to dwell on the subject any longer than necessary. “Yates, but not me.” Tom added, and Sir Thomas held up his hand to forestall any more detail. It was bad enough to think of that foppish young man as his youngest daughter’s husband without also finding himself forced to think of him as the flirt- perhaps the lover- of his eldest son.

“I love you,” he repeated in lieu of anything else really to say. The tiredness caused by his journey washed over him again all at once, and Sir Thomas was suddenly aware of the emptiness of his stomach. “I am very glad to see you better than you were.” His hand hovers awkwardly on Tom’s forearm. A part of him wants to pull the boy to him, embrace him, but he does not know if Tom would welcome such a gesture.

“I am sorry,” Tom mumbled quietly. One hand crept out from beneath the covers and reached tentatively for Sir Thomas’ own hand. Sir Thomas took hold of it and squeezed gently. “Edmund’s living- and the expenses, and the theatre-“

“I know you are,” Sir Thomas said softly. “I know you are, Tom, do not worry about it anymore.” He ran his thumb over Tom’s fingers. “I need to go and wash, and have supper- do you feel up to coming back down, or do you want to stay here and try and get some sleep?”

“I do not want to deal with Aunt Norris,” Tom muttered, “She really is the most frightful woman, Sir, I do not know how Fanny ever withstood her.” Sir Thomas stifled the smile he felt arise from Tom’s observation, but equally bit down the reproof he felt he ought to issue at Tom’s lack of respect towards his mother’s sister. It would be a hypocrisy, he realized, given that he had for some while now been forming similar opinions of the woman.

“Stay here and rest, then,” he told his son instead. “Do you need anything sent up?”

“No sir, thank you; my brother promised to bring some broth or such up for me in a little while, if I was still awake.”

Sir Thomas nodded. “Very well then,” he said. “I will see you in the morning, no doubt- and I would appreciate, Tom, if you are feeling up to it, perhaps a line or two to your friend Yates intimating that I am quite resigned to Julia’s eloping with him and will receive them both, as the best way of mitigating further scandal?”

“If Edmund brings a pen and letter paper up with the broth, I can do it tonight, sir,” Tom says. “Or- I can write to people who might have his direction, I – that is, if I knew exactly where they were, I would not conceal it from you.”

Sir Thomas nods. “I will tell him,” he said. He bent down and pressed his lips to Tom’s curls in a kiss. “Get some rest until then, Tom.”

Tom sighed, not unhappily, and his eyes drifted shut. Sir Thomas gave him another, brief kiss and withdrew, striding silently for the door. As he stepped back into the hall and reached for the handle to pull the door to, however, he turned back to his son. “I will support Maria,” he said quietly, “As far as delicacy will allow. I will not through her off completely- and I will protect her as far as I may. And I will protect you, you have my word on it.”

Tom’s eyes drift open, and he meets his father’s gaze quite calmly this time. “Thank you, sir,” he says. Sir Thomas smiles at him and shuts the bedroom door.

#my fic #Mansfield Park #Jane Austen #in which Tom Bertram half comes gets half pulled out the closet #awkward father-son bonding

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onewfantaesy · 4 years

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Seeing that taemin didn't have his father, what was his relationship with his uncle like? Was he like a father figure to him? Did his uncle like him/watch over him?

His uncle absolutely adored Taemin. He always had. Taemin was the baby of the family after all - six years younger than the king’s youngest child. He had always doted on Taemin.

Then Taemin’s Father died in a plane crash when he was only six years old. Taemin was inconsolable. He didn’t understand why daddy didn’t get to come home from the royal tour he had been on.

At the funeral, the king had picked Taemin up and Taemin wouldn’t let himself be put back down. He latched on tight around his uncle’s neck, cried, and hid his face from reporters and onlookers as they left the church.

Despite it not being part of “royal protocol” to hold a child Taemin’s age in front of cameras, the king had refused to put him down. His nephew was distraught. Had just buried his father. He wasn’t going to let him down in either the physical or metaphorical sense.

The king even got in the car that was only supposed to be for taemin and his mother. Because Taemin didn’t want him to leave. Because right now, his nephew and sister-in-law needed him more than his wife and children.

The king invited Taemin and Taemin’s mother around the palace much more often after his brother’s death. He wanted them to know they still had a place in this family. That they had love and support.

And Taemin clinged to his uncle a lot when he was younger. He had quickly become the father figure Taemin needed. Sometimes when Taemin was roaming around the palace, he would see his uncle looking at papers or fiddling with maps, and he would tip-toe inside and quietly ask if he could help.

“What does a king do?” Taemin asked one day right after he turned seven.

“He takes care of his kingdom,” his uncle laughed, picking Taemin up to sit on his hip.

“But I mean,” Taemin stuttered, “What do you do? To take care of the kingdom?”

His uncle smiled, ran a thumb over his cheek, and turned to the maps on the table in front of them. And he explained how he works with the government to make proper decisions that will help the people.

“Then why do you go on tour?” Taemin asked, his bottom lip quivering. He still doesn’t like the tours. Still blames them for his father’s death.

“Do you see all these territories?” his uncle asked softly, pointing at the areas on the map highlighted blue. “Those are part of our kingdom. And they’re very far away. We need to go on tour so they know we haven’t forgotten about them. So they know that we still care about them. It’s very important, because it keeps the people who live there happy.”

“Were they happy when they saw Daddy?” Taemin asked. “Even though he wasn’t the king?”

“They were always very happy to see your daddy,” the king assures him. “They loved your father very much. I think sometimes they loved him more than me.”

He said the last bit very quietly, as if it were very scandalous. And it makes Taemin giggle and hold on tighter around his uncle’s neck.

“Would you like to help me?” His uncle asks. “The Prime Minister needs my response to some very important questions, and I think you’re just the advisor I need.”

“I want to help!”

They’re actually very silly things that don’t matter much, the questions he has Taemin help him with. It’s more so to teach him more about parliament and the king’s role in relation to the government.

But when Taemin’s oldest cousin comes into the room and sees him teaching Taemin these aspects of being king, his cousin fumes.

“Why are you teaching him all this?” The fifteen year old had asked.

“Because he wants to learn,” his uncle said. “I could teach it to you as well if you cared at all.”

“He doesn’t need to learn, he’s not going to be king! I am!”

“That doesn’t mean he can’t learn about it.”

They quickly start arguing. His cousins had become annoyed with him soon after he started spending more time at the palace. He was still “little” and they were “big kids” who couldn’t be bothered with him.

They had been sitting at his uncle’s desk with taemin on his lap, but when the arguing escalated, the king stood and gently placed Taemin back on the floor.

Taemin took that as an opportunity to run from the room.

He ran into his uncle’s private secretary and was told to slow down, “Don’t run in the palace, Prince Taemin! Would you like to go outside and play?”

“Could you please call my mommy, please?” Taemin asked. “I want to go home.”

Taemin was upset and playing with the hem of his shirt, and the man frowned.

“Yes, of course,” he said softly. “Come with me, we’ll call your mother.”

Taemin took his hand and sat in his office while his mother came to pick him up and take him home.

He had heard his uncle tell his cousin, “He could be better king than you at this point, and he’s seven years old! You need to start taking your training seriously, because the way you’re acting now is ridiculous. You should be setting an example for him, not discouraging him from learning!”

There had been more after that, but Taemin hadn’t stuck around to hear it.

#taemin #shinee #hello anon #reluctant king au #his uncle just adored him. he joked more than a few times that he would make taemin his heir #but taemin had always thought it was just a joke to push his cousin’s buttons

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unrequited-words · 4 years

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I haven't really updated in a really long time. I think once I left my husband and moved in with my boyfriend and tried to have some semblance of normalcy I had wanted to be pretty private. for a decade I've always communicated my feelings by blogging here and now that I'm older I kind of wanted some privacy.

I am 16 weeks and two days pregnant depending when this post's it'll probably be 3 days. And I feel really fucking alone. I have no family here in Utah, his sister-in-law is the biggest fucking cunt I have ever met, his nephew as one of the most spoiled motherfukers I have ever met and his niece is the spitting image of his sister-in-law and very very fucking spoiled.

His sister-in-law has fucking balls. She has no common decency, she clearly doesn't want us living with her which is really fucking ironic considering almost two decades ago she was in the same position that we are in. The only difference? She doesn't have to fucking be quarantined while pregnant she doesn't have to struggle looking for a job while being fucking quarantined and more importantly she doesn't have someone who has a huge distain for family living with her and her husband.

I was going up the stairs earlier to throw away a bag of trash and she came through the door of the garage and she fucking saw me coming up those motherfuking stairs and instead of holding the door open she fucking closed it while I was 3/4 of the way up the stairs and I'm like are you fucking kidding me?

Later that day, I was waiting to put a fork in the dishwasher and she was already there getting silverware because she was making dinner for her family and instead of opening it for me she fucking closed it when I was literally fucking behind her and I'm like what the fuck is your damage I know you don't like me there I know I'm just another number I know I'm just another girl in his life

but have some commented fucking decency if I wasn't pregnant and if I wasn't in the situation where this is the only place we were living and if we had more options I would fucking confront her and I would State what the fuck is your damage why are you treating us like for fucking second-class citizens? Do you not remember 15 + years ago you were in the same fucking situation and my boyfriend never ever treated you the way you treat us he was never in your fucking face about almost $400 he was not in your face about eating too much fucking yogurt he was always nice and kind to you

I know times are really freaking hard right now but what the fuck is her problem? She doesn't talk to me she clearly doesn't like me sitting in her kitchen I don't fucking get it I know we come from different backgrounds but my vision of family is if I was in the position of having all of my responsibilities taking care of and my brother came to me and was in a position of I really need help I would be like pack your shit and get over here now I wouldn't treat them like shit because they aren't working due to this fucking pandemic I wouldn't treat them differently because I don't want anyone living with me

it's going to get to a point where we have our shit together and I will fucking say something to her because I'm not the type of person to hold back and I've been holding my tongue for almost two fucking months . . .

In other news I am 16 weeks and pregnant with a girl my soon-to-be-ex-husband decided his health problems are so significant that he can't work anymore even though his company was willing to work with him and he quit his motherfuking job and you know what that means for me? It means I get to look for fucking state health insurance I get to be on fucking food stamps and on cash assistance because of the situation I'm currently in I don't regret quitting my shit job because I would walk through fucken fire for my boyfriend and I wouldn't have a second guess about it

I just think it's so hilarious that the year 2020 continuously is fucking with me and shiting on me I don't get it like this is supposed to be the happiest time of my life and instead of being able to do the things I used to be able to do like go on a walk or you no go to fucking work I'm basically 16 living with my dad walking on fucking eggshells in the fucking basement

I feel like I'm a fucking number to them like I'm just another girl for my boyfriend. He got married pretty young at 22 and his marriage dissolved because his wife at the time was such a fucking child. with his second marriage she completely used him he was worth at least six figures and she fucking used him and cheated on him and was okay with cheating on him because of how she was raised. They have two kids together and I can't tell you how many times over the last year he has cried with me as I held him and he is like I wanted these babies

but I married a fucking whore not knowing she was a fucking whore and she fucking used me and he keeps asking me over and over why are you here, Suzanne? I told him because I want to be here because I believe I truly wholeheartedly believe I can raise him up to be better than what he is right now and he can do the same for me . I'm not saying this is a mistake and I know I jumped in head-first but I waited to be with him while my marriage fell apart and I talked to him daily and I'm not scared that it's not going to work I just want some fucking normalcy!

I want to live in a house where I don't have someone giving me a fucking dirty look for using their dishes or not even being fucking considerate or coming at me in my face over fucking money and I hate saying it but she is a miser and a fucking do and she wasn't like this before according to him and he told me the other night he's like I'm just done with her she's changed and I think he kind of hopes that get divorced they were going to last year but I don't know why he fucking stayed I don't know why his brother stayed I know his brother loves her but from my perspective and from what I know sometimes love is not enough sometimes people change and they really show you their true colors in the beginning and you're so dumb about being head over heels in love with them and having kids with them that you fucking ignore it

I don't think his current wife ever supported him the way I emotionally support him. It takes him to drink for all of his walls to come down I can't tell you how many times I've held him in our old house and let him cry and just because they're trying to hold him up. and that's what I've wanted all along is someone to understand the fucking hell I went through when I lost my mom or trying to figure out why my brother raped me are trying to figure out why my dad believed my brother and not me I'm trying to understand addiction when it came to my mother but I haven't really like cried in front of him but I've really been to it to him about my upbringing and he fucking hates my family for the shit they put me through and he's like he just need to fucking forget them because they're pieces of shit and they are continually dragging you down and you're still living in the past and everyday when you talk to me it's always about your dead mother or your brother or your dad died and he's like you're not going to do this to our kid you're not going to be living in the past pining over family thought you had when I'm here family and this baby is your family and I knew he was right and I'm just right now so busy trying to keep my head above water and trying to grow this baby and it's really difficult being in the situation Im in

It's really gotten to the point to where even though his sister-in-law works from home because of the quarantine I wait until the last possible moment to where I can't wait any longer and I go upstairs and eat. I don't do it on purpose but I don't want to be around this batch. I don't want to have the fucking dirty look I mean she doesn't even do that to her own kids because they're her own kids or her even her husband and I know she doesn't want us to live in there but she's a fucking hypocrite

like I just I don't get it I don't have parents alive anymore both of my parents are dead and I don't get to share the joy of this pregnancy with them and it's fucking killing me that I can't call my mom and ask her what she did when she was pregnant what to do when the baby won't stop crying and I have to figure it out on my own I don't have a good relationship with my three oldest Brothers with the first and the third

I haven't really spoken to them since my mom died I haven't seen them since my mom died and even though we follow each other on social media and we have each other's numbers they don't fucking call one of them said all I promise to do better and he's such a fucking liar and a flake and the oldest one his wife just had a baby a month ago and I still haven't seen any pictures besides the one of him being first born and I even asked him can you send me pictures but I just find it so fucking ironic that he can go on Facebook live and bitch about what's going on

but he can't send me fucking pictures of his family talk about motherfuking priorities and my second oldest brother I saw him before I moved and it was really good seeing him I can't we all have families and we all have fucking lives but at the end of the day how hard is it to pick up the fucking phone and to call your sister?

It has been a current theme in my life for the past ten fucking years of wandering why don't they call me? If I cross your mind why don't they text me? but at the end of the day I have been the one that's reached out and taking pictures of their family and their kids I have spent my own fucking money on baby showers and on birthday gifts and when I'm looking for the same in return I'm probably going to get dead fucking silence I bet you that now

He'd even discussing this on social media because at the end of the day my brothers aren't going to fucking change and they're going to be like why I don't receive pictures of your baby? Why can't I see my niece? Well motherfucker why haven't you sent me pictures of your kids when I've been nothing but good to them why I have traded them like my own and I think they tend to forget that one of their wives did everything and want her pregnancies to not have a child?

when I begged and pleaded God to give me a child and it took me leaving my marriage and getting with my boyfriend to get fucking pregnant I mean yes I'm living the dream but I shouldn't be 16 weeks pregnant and fucking in tears articulating my feelings because my immediate family is complete dogshit and it has nothing to do with politics has everything to do with her fucking character and I know men are different than women and pain at the end of the day why the fuck don't they reach out when I literally have no fucking family here in Utah? The only person I have is my best friend and her husband and her six-month-old and I'm only going to have them for a couple more months because at the end of the year they're moving to Texas and that's when I know for fucking sure I will be alone

I don't get it. I am one of the most loving, kind, considerate people in the universe and when I expect them to have the same part as I do to have the same vision of family as I do it's like I can't even be met halfway and I don't know what's worse being pregnant and feeling alone with no family or suffering several horrible miscarriages or watching your mom take her last breath two two stage for right adrenal cancer or even having your own brother rape you and not being fucking believed for a decade and being treated like dog shed I really don't know what's worse

Please, universe if you hear me GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.

#personal #s #mine #neil #baby ogaard 😍#covid 19 #my immediate family IS FUCKING TRASH

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