#I've been trying to buy better clothes from smaller shops

[kowabungadoodles]

dumping some thoughts in the tags

[ssahotchnerr]

not even a trope but it’s my new favorite thing - buying shirts for aaron a size smaller than he buys for himself, just so you can admire the fit. and it’s funny because he’s onto you practically from the get go (c’mon, he’s a profiler). but you’re oblivious and still trying to be sneaky about it, subtly introducing new polos n button downs n quarter zips 🫠 to his closet, one at a time. how you could think he wouldn’t notice, he has no idea. your favorites of his, old, and of the new ones you bought, you’ll shift to the front of the closet, hoping they’ll catch his eye and he’ll wear one to work, around the house… until of course he confronts you about the evasive and mysterious closet elf who’s been rearranging his clothes and leaving him new ones, including ties that you think he’d look so handsome in and that you’d love for him to tie you up with 😩😵‍💫

would love if you’d maybe write this bestie? <33 mwuah no worries if not, hope you’re well :’)) and that maybe you feel better rested

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 sos aaron in a tight shirt i'm feeling faint

guilty pleasure

cw: none! maybe some very light suggestive content if you squint

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"sweetheart?" you heard aaron say, causing you to hum in response. the two of you were collectively getting ready to head to the office; you were slipping a pair of slacks on, while he was standing in your shared walk-in closet.

"have you seen my one blue- "

"nope." you interrupted him as you replied, being sure not to meet his eyes; a guaranteed dead giveaway if you did.

a few weeks ago, one of aaron's button-ups had managed to accidentally make its way into the dryer, causing it to shrink. in a rush to leave the house, he had no choice but to throw it on, and it had been life altering. it enunciated everything; the tighter fit allowed his chest to look immensely more prominent, his biceps were easily more visible, flexing as he moved about, the tighter cuffs made his hands look even larger if it were possible. it was almost see through as well, due to the fact he hadn't been wearing an under shirt.

rightfully so, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him for the entirety of the day; distracted couldn't begin to describe it. while aaron was attractive with, or without, anything, this, was a different story.

as a result of your new, beloved guilty pleasure and wanting to witness it more frequently, you had no choice but to begin your own collection of shirts for him. while shopping, you purposely bought button ups, polos, even a duplicate of his favorite quarterzip a size smaller; things you knew he would look handsome in for your benefit. not only that, you had started replacing his other shirts; hiding them in the back of the closet with the newer ones up front, for easier access in hopes of seeing them on him. and it was working. he wore one every so often, but not without making the comment that it felt more snug than usual.

"you have plenty right there, wear one of those. if you don't hurry, you'll make us late." hopefully, he took the bait.

however, aaron was aaron; he profiled for a living, and if anyone could tell if you were up to no good, it would be him. so it was partially no surprise he had caught onto to your antics. "you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"what?" his teasing words prompted you to finally met his eyes.

"you're not very subtle, sweetheart." a laugh rumpled through his chest, an eyebrow quirking up in amusement. "you think i haven't noticed?"

"i have no clue what you're talking about." you shrugged your shoulders and bit your lip to refrain from smiling. you made your way towards him, grabbing onto one of the shirts yourself. "how about this one?"

aaron's eyes scanned the light grey button up as you held it up, which of course, was seemingly a size smaller, "it's nice. i don't think i've even seen that one before, actually."

"really?" you feigned surprise, but you knew, especially with his current expression, you were absolutely caught. "you've had this for ages, babe."

"is that so?" he headed further into the closet, soon finding the shirt he had inquired for a moment ago. "that's strange, how'd this manage to get all the way back here?"

"that's so weird." you agreed as furrowed your eyebrows, making a play at being convincing. "you probably, uh, pushed it back there. unknowingly or something."

"yeah, probably." aaron held his stare with you, but it didn't take long before a smile broke out on his face. "you know, if you want me to wear something specifically, all you have to do is ask, darling."

you attempted to hide the smile on your face, but you surrendered, there was no use at this point. "again, i don't know what you're talking about."

"mhm, sure you don't." aaron laughed softly. "but don't worry, i'll indulge you." he rehung the shirt, gesturing for you to hand the one in your grasp over, "c'mon, like you said, we're going to be late."

without a second thought you tossed it over, a pleased expression on your face. "you're so hot."

"whatever you say," he teasingly rolled his eyes, before looking at you with a fondness in his eyes. "so... are you going to pick me out a tie as well?"

[dyemelikeasunset]

Can I ask where you shop for clothes? your style is 🤩

oh thank you so much!!

so disclaimer, I am a small fat (actual term on the scale of 'fategories', helpful to look up!!), but still plus size, so it's hard to find things that fit my ass sometimes lol. Bc the fashion world is very not friendly for anyone, I do end up shopping at places that are considered fast fashion. It's unfortunate and i'm trying to get better about my capitalist consumption, but again, being plus size is hard. It's about balancing what you can afford, how often you buy clothes, and looking into smaller businesses (especially Queer, Black, or Indigenous business)

But for pants, I often default to fast fashion like ASOS and Nova Men. They just unfortunately have the jeans that fit me best. They're both good places to start, if you have a similar body type to me and need more affordable options

I thrift a lot! And I also vulture department stores for deals and sales. I like Macy's a lot actually LOLLL, and I personally think Nordstrom is overrated. I really like off-price department stores too, like Saks Off 5th, which sell overstock from their more expensive branches.

For small businesses, I really like Stuzo Clothing for their fun shirts and hats. Black lesbian owned!

There's also the pretty well-known queer owned WILDFANG, which recently increased their sizes by a lot! I haven't bought from them just yet (they're style isn't really me as much), but I have seen their quality in person and it's good!

I've been a little obsessed with getting my jewelry from Vitaly. Don't think they're queer or bipoc owned though

ANYWAY sorry to ramble, hope that's some fun info for you to get started! Thanks for liking my style!

[transbodydreams]

Things transwomen should think about before they start transitioning - clothes edition!

Okay, I'm a month into committing to transitioning, and one of the first things I've had to deal with is building a brand new wardrobe. I had a handful of feminine items, but nothing that was practical and nowhere NEAR enough to actually have something to wear every day! It's been really hit or miss so far - I do now have enough cute, wearable clothes that I could wear something different every day for a week, but that included buying at least as much stuff that didn't fit, was poorly made, or turned out to look terrible on me. I've had to entirely relearn how to shop for clothes and wade through a ton of confusing, contradictory information about sizes, fabrics, styles, and all of the things that make women's clothing so much more fun (and infuriating) than men's. These are a few of the key lessons I've learned that I wanted to share - hopefully someone will see this and not make at least some of the mistakes I made? 😏

Trying to build an entirely new woman's wardrobe all at once is f*cking expensive! Women's clothes cost more than men's in general, and bigger sizes cost more than smaller sizes - sometimes a LOT more, since often the sale prices you see online only apply to the smallest sizes. As a man I could walk into Old Navy or someplace like it and pick up a couple pairs of pants, 2-3 shirts, and some underwear for less than $75, but the equivalent women's basics at a will cost you anywhere from $100 to $200, even if you're shopping at a discount chain like Marshall's. You'll find better deals online, but still expect everyday clothes to cost you at least 25% more for even the most simple items, and don't even get me started on the cost of a really nice dress!

Set a budget and plan your purchases based on what you need, not just what you want. You need to start with basic FUNCTIONAL items like practical, wearable underwear (hose, panties, bras. etc.), season appropriate tops, leggings, skirts, dresses, and if winter's coming, don't forget sweaters and outerwear!

You really do need to know ALL of your measurements before trying to buy clothes - don't guess, you'll get it wrong! There are lots of online resources that tell you what and how to measure. Get yourself a measuring tape and write it all down! Oh, and good luck trying to figure out what a listed "bust" measurement means for a top or dress - does it mean underbust or chest or overbust or bust, because those are all different names for two different measurements 😒

You're going to want to throw out all of your boy clothes, but remember that some female things are just not going to fit you yet, no matter how badly you want them too. Pants are a good example, especially fitted jeans. Unless you're really lucky or you plan on wearing a padded girdle all the time, you probably don't have the butt or hips yet to make most women's jeans work. If you already have some men's slim-fit stretch jeans, for example, very few people will notice the difference from women's low waisted jeans (other than the fly going the wrong way) and they'll look better on you. Plus, some men's items can be repurposed to be worn in a more feminine way, so resist the urge to burn them all!

If you're only wearing your fem clothes at home you can afford to be a little impractical, but if you intend to start wearing them in public remember that you'll need practical stuff that you can wear to do mundane things like grocery shopping or going to work. Don't be that girl in the bodycon mini-dress and 6" platform heels in the produce section!

If there's someplace you feel comfortable going in person, you really should start by trying some things on in a store to get a sense of how things fit and what will work on your body vs what you WISH would work on your body. Online ordering is private and safe and awesome, but there's no telling if what you buy will fit or work for you. If you take the time to try on a bunch of things on for real first, at least you'll have a basic idea of what might work and what definitely won't.

Think about what you want your personal style to be, and try to be realistic about it. Much more than men's clothes, women's clothes are really designed for very specific body types, and no matter how much you wish you could pull off a look, you need to figure out what actually works for your body now. Are you thin enough or young enough to carry off that super cute ultra-stylish street and clubwear, or is it just going to make you look old and fat? Do you really have the hips and butt to pull off those booty shorts? Think about all the times you saw someone dressing inappropriately for their age or body type and cringed, and don't be that person. If your goal is to look good in those styles then figure out what you need to do for it to work for you, but don't waste all of your money buying things that don't look good now and won't fit when you achieve the body you're working toward. Patience, woman! You'll get there!

All that said, if you really feel great wearing things that aren't necessarily "right" for your body, then f*ck anyone who tries to judge you for it. You be you, girl!

Just because it says it's a size 12 doesn't mean it actually IS a size 12. Women's sizes vary a LOT depending on what brand you're buying or where you're buying it from, especially if they only use small/medium/large etc instead of numerical sizes. Find a store or brand that fits you consistently and use that as your gold standard. that way if you buy something from a different brand or store you can get a sense of whether their items are going to trend bigger or smaller.

Finally, a word about wish.com. Someone suggested this site, which is basically the Chinese version of Amazon, as a place to get some stuff really inexpensively, but it is definitely a buyer beware situation. The prices are jaw droppingly low, it's true (seriously, you can find just about anything for under $5!), but it's REALLY hit or miss, like you should expect at least a third of what you buy to be unusable. The sizes are all over the map - some items don't list a size chart at all, and in general everything is a size or two smaller than you would expect it to be, except when it's not. Plus, a lot of the less expensive stuff they have is really poor quality, and their shipping times and costs are RIDICULOUS! I ordered a bunch of cute summery things and not only did the shipping cost more than the items, it's taken so long for them to get here that it's now too cold for me to wear them anywhere except around the apartment with the heat on full blast! I love the site and will probably keep using it (who could resist getting 3 dresses, two tops, two pairs of heels, 2 pairs of leggings, and a couple of cute bras and panties for under $100, even including the exorbitant shipping and the likelihood that at least 4 of those items will be unwearable?) but do your homework and at least read the product info and reviews before purchasing! And remember, it's really easy to get a refund on wish, and given that they only ask you to return items that cost more than $25, all that cheap stuff is basically free to try if you're willing to wait 4-8 weeks for it!

[the-pen-is-mighty-and-so-are-you]

A petit cup of tea - from wp blog, 17/11/2019

Now, let's return to the (relatively) real world for a moment; I know I probably left you with a few questions with my last post. Why is a famous writer going to meet up with a child? What exactly are the worlds of the first and second section? Where is Busan? And I did say I would explain. So, I'll sprinkle that somewhere in here, like a little bit of ketchup on your sandwich to spice up a café review - which, indeed, this shall be!

The café in question again happens to be in my hometown which, considering I've technically moved on to pursue the high-end city life of a student, I've been returning to quite a bit. My visit took place on yet another productive-seeming Friday: I'd been flitting up and down the high street between charity shops, desperately searching for a job interview outfit, trying to find one that struck a balance between a neutral-yet-trendy and mature-yet-youthful look, one that really shouted, "Hello! I'm energetic and fashionable and perfect to work behind your ultra sleek bar in your ultra sleek club!" It was not easy - by the time the feat was achieved, it was past three o'clock, and I hadn't yet had lunch.

Usually I would be in a barely-contained foul mood, slouching and suffering from an empty stomach. However, I had also purchased A Very Nice Coat (although some pesky folk might insist it's a jacket), and so I made my way down the high street slope with the confidence of someone wearing something that actually fits them. In fact, after such a wondrous experience with the coat, I've considered that perhaps I just need to buy everything I have in my wardrobe but a couple of sizes smaller. I don't need more expressive clothes, I need clothes that express my actual size. It's a small, but hugely important aspect that can help you live in your skin a bit better.

Huh. Maybe I'll turn into a 'beauty blogger'.

Wardrobe revelations aside, by the time I'd made the march down to the foot of the high street hill, I was yearning for a wholesome lunch - and Le Petit Café certainly did not disappoint. I remember visiting the place when it was still fresh and new around a year ago, and since then it's clearly only improved. With an upside down bicycle in the window and artwork for sale on the walls, it's a nice, quietly hipster venue with a tasty menu: speaking of which I had a delicious cheddar and cauliflower soup, the likes of which I've never had so creamy. Of course I had the mandatory hot drink with it, a chai latte (pictured) which matched in creaminess. I enjoyed both too much to focus on the laptop I'd put with good intent in front of me, and after I'd consumed both the friendly staff seemed eager for me to move onto my second course - I got the sense that it wasn't a place intended for lone reflection. The fact that I wasn't with someone seemed to compel the staff into making up for it by frequently approaching me, urging me onto the next course. I thus enjoyed a 'caramelita' for pudding: spiced caramel with white chocolate chips and an oat base, and so sweet that I had to hide half of it in a napkin to finish later.

But, let's pretend I did in fact get something productive done on my laptop that afternoon - that I tapped away and worked on writing the explanation I said I would provide for my last piece of writing. Well, here is what I wrote then, definitely copy-and-pasted from a separate document, and definitely not written at the same time as the rest of this post.

When considering how best to 'explain' the context in my life within which My Dream Korea was written, I am faced by two paths - the Dream and the Korea. The latter is perhaps more deserving of its own post another day, so I will focus on the former.

Writers are all full of dreams, I think. Well, all people are, to an extent. Mine have proven particularly strong, propelled by a continuous imagination and occasional inspiration. This has formed a sort of 'dream world' in my mind. It's different from the worlds I create for my stories, because this world is entirely selfish - it's main purpose is for me to explore possibility in alternate realities, and virtually satisfy my deepest desires. Flying, for example. Leaping off a tall city building in slow motion, stretching my arms out as large black wings grow and feather and flex their muscles on my back, swooping down to a bridge and then nosediving into the water only to break through, as I pierce the surface of the water, into the sky of another location. Things like that - anything is possible, and I can zoom in on and replay any detail I like, like designing, directing and acting in my own film, except it's a form of life.

I am fully aware of the deep-rooted psychological facts about myself this can reflect. I know that it is probably a defense mechanism, given as it is most used when I need to restore hope for myself. It's also constantly changing, and sometimes when I'm going through a period of extreme change, it can take me a while to find what thrills me. Recently I've been in a kind of limbo, unable to create and settle on a new idea - which is why I wrote some of the world down, to try and focus my brain enough so that it can enjoy that side of non-reality again.

My Dream Korea opens with a version of myself that represents some of my darkest moments, suffering through feelings of desperation and frustration, and yearning so much for hope and happiness that I would intoxicate myself to try and reach the 'other side'. It is a hyperbole that serves to contrast with the warmth of the dream world I then describe. And then, what I write is really just trying to convey the blissful experience I had in the real world, when I visited South Korea - when I felt like I was living so contently that it became a dream while I stayed there. This version of my dream world is trying to preserve and maintain those ultimate feelings of happiness from my memories, while exploring what my future could have been if I had stayed there a bit longer. In a sort of loose, fanfiction-style, 'if I was already a famous author' kind of way.

So I'm exploring this world along with you, visitor. The next chapter isn't written - I don't know what will happen next. In this way, my dream world, and My Dream Korea, is a form of life. I hope you will join me on its journey.

Speaking of journeys, the trip I made to Le Petit Café certainly paid off. It felt far warmer and more personal than the previous chain cafés, as I expected, although the downside of that was they didn't leave me in peace to get any writing done. It would have been perfect, however, if I had gone there with the intent of socialising - so it would be a good place for you and me to catch up over a cup of chai someday. We can always sneak a bourbon in when they're not looking, or convene in the toilet to have a biscuit break. Sound good? Yeah, I think it's a plan. Anyway, overall, I give it:

8/10 petit croissants

[thispabulum-blog]

Someone's Got a Case of the Mondays

Post-Mortem Monday

I've been very blah this past week.

So today I want to take a quasi-optimistic look at some things that I wasn't able to do, or wasn't able or enjoy properly during my years with Dr. Strangelove that I have since reconnected with.

In no particular order.

Pork. He was not kosher, just had generally strong feelings about not eating pork most of the time. I've been able to cook with pork more recently, especially with stir fry, and it's so good.

Scented laundry detergent. This one was more due to allergies/sensitivities than him being a dick, but it was still frustrating. One of the first things I did, before I even moved out, was to buy a huge bottle of Moonlight Breeze Gain (does Apple Mango Tango not exist anymore?), and it's shocking how much my clothes don't smell terrible any more.

Scented anything. Due to aforementioned allergies/sensitivities, I was really limited on being able to use scented products in general. Candles were only okay if I kept them in my own bathroom. No room sprays or scented cleaning products. Wax melts were hit-or-miss. Perfume in limited quantities and only on special occasions. No body sprays. This has been a big shift for me. Cuddlebug has a signature scent and I have a tendency to cover my pillow in it before I take it home from his house with me in a way that's totally not weird or anything, shut up.

Horror movies/disturbing movies. These always had to be watched when he wasn't home (so during the day) or alone in the bedroom on the smaller TV with the door shut so it wouldn't bother him. Now I can watch spooky shit or weird shit any time on the big tv in my room, and nobody says shit about it.

Easy meals and leftovers. As I mentioned before, Dr. Strangelove had some weird hangups about food, where he wouldn't eat leftovers, wouldn't eat dinner if there wasn't any meat in it, and wouldn't eat something simple like a sandwich for dinner because it wasn't "substantial enough". Bitch, I live on sandwiches. I'll cook a meal and eat it for lunch and dinner three days straight. If I'm lazy and decide I want a can of beans for dinner, that's what's happening.

YouTube bullshit and garbage tv. This was always one of those things that I'd indulge in when he wasn't home, and if he texted me to say he was on his way back, I'd try to change it to something more acceptable before he got home. He just thought everything I watched was annoying and obnoxious. He once made me turn off the season finale of RuPaul's Drag Race literally in the last 5 minutes. I went to my bathroom and finished watching it on my tablet. I've watched probably 6 seasons of Drag Race and All-Stars in the last three months because I was just so behind!

Not being okay. This one is less tangible, but any time I was sad/depressed/upset it either didn't matter to him and he still expected me to be making dinner and smiling and up for sex, or he'd get anxious thinking that my mood had something to do with him and go overboard stressing out about it - to the point that I found it easier to just pretend I was okay all the time, and only let it out when he wasn't around. Now I have an easier time being comfortable with my emotions. If I'm feeling shitty and sad, I let people know, and I let people know why, and I do what I need to do to take it easy on myself so I can feel better.

Only being responsible for my own mess. Wow has this one been such a relief. When I wake up in the morning, I'm not greeted by a mess in the kitchen that I didn't make but now have to clean up.

Going out. Going out to eat or to go get tasty drinks or to go shopping. Just... leaving the house. And it not taking days or weeks of planning and badgering to make it happen.

Getting the types of food that I like, and not worrying that I'm not getting the right brand or flavor.

Staying up as late as I want. Granted I've been doing this too much and it's really fucked my sleep schedule, but it's been nice in principle. Dr. Strangelove had this thing where he refused to go to bed before me, so if I was up late he'd start getting frustrated with me and want me to go to bed.

Not smelling cigarettes. No one else has smoked a cigarette around me in 3 months.

Seeing my friends. I've seen my friends more times in the past 3 months then probably in the 5 years preceding. I like them! That's why they're my friends!

Being okay openly discussing my sex life with people. I've always been a hugely sex-positive person, and it's sad for me how much I hadn't been really comfortable talking about it honestly for so many years, because it was bad and I felt gross and shameful about it.

A lack of garbage food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not eating well, when I do eat. But I'm not having $40 worth of candy delivered to the house on a weekly basis, and when I'm feeling hungry in the middle of the night I just make a sandwich instead of spending $30 to have McDonald's delivered.

That's definitely by no means a comprehensive list, but it's all I could think of right now.

There are a lot of presence things ("it's nice to have this now") as opposed to these which have mostly been absence things ("it's nice to not have this anymore") but if I start going into that then this just becomes a post about how cute and awesome my boyfriend is, which is not the idea here though he is.

And here's some random things that I'm not going to go totally into because I can't really explain them because they don't make sense, but they're behaviors that I'd gotten used to and have been an adjustment living otherwise.

Not being able to touch someone's straw at a restaurant, even to unwrap it and put it on a cup.

Not touching someone's feet, ever, even on accident.

Not having someone touch my feet, ever, even on accident.

Kissing. And what I call dynamic kissing, where your mouth actually moves.

Idk even know, man.

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Four)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Three ※※※※※ Chapter Five

I absorbed and enjoyed the silence that was hovering around my house. I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down on the couch on the balcony. My mom left early for work, and Leah even tried to take me along for a photo shoot she was going to do in Venice. But, honestly, I'm not in the mood for dragging plaster casts around under the sun.

Not to mention that it is good to have moments alone to get my head straight. I know that in a little while it will be even harder to escape from these outings, I mean, I know I have to get back to my routine, but as long as I can avoid it, I will.

I put the juice on the table and pick up my diary. Unlike yesterday, I open it to the first page, like a book, and start reading. I go through a few pages about my feelings, about what I planned about my future, about my parents' divorce.

"I know it was inevitable. Anyone could tell how distant they were, I just didn't want it to be like that, that she suffered the same way I did. And I didn't want to feel that anger from him. But deep down, I know it's for the best.".

A few more pages telling about the scout who had seen me at the mall, the first photo shoot, the first runway show for a small clothing brand. Then arriving at the day I met Ashton.

"That one nobody expected/imagined/sought for. Ashton Irwin is my yoga partner!!! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh my gosh, I never would have imagined that. I was dying of nervousness about being the new student, then he comes and offers to be my duo and oh gosh, he's amazing. Super fun and nice. AND HE CALLED ME UP FOR COFFEE ON SUNDAY.

" Ashton and I sat at a table on the sidewalk. Under the table, I snapped my fingers in nervousness as I read the menu.

- Do you already know what you are going to order? - he asks. I pout and nod my head in denial.

- All I know is that I don't want espresso. - I comment.

- Can I recommend one? I think you'll like it, it's whipped with cream and chocolate, very sweet. - He points to the menu after I accept his suggestion.

- It amazes me how good you are at coffee. - I joke, making him laugh.

- I like coffee. I once took a tour of a coffee farm in the countryside right here in California.

Coffee becomes our first topic. Because he knows and understands coffee, Ashton convinces me to do a tasting at a promising coffee shop in Brentwood the next morning. It was not the kind of program I am used to doing, but everything is different now, my life has changed and so have my types of programs.

- You are lost being my friend, I will call you all morning for breakfast together. - Ashton comments as we drive along the sidewalks of Los Angeles.

My body shakes when it hears the word "friend". I still wasn't sure if I could consider Ash a friend, but now, I'm happy to know that I can and that he considers me too. "

The memory warms and cheers me up, giving me more desire to read and remember.

I don't realize how much I was smiling until my cheeks start to hurt. After that day, his name becomes very frequent, until it joins Leah's.

"I don't know how to explain this girl. She came in so confident and nose to nose, I was sure she would be insufferable, then she opened her mouth and all I could think was 'where has she been all my life? ' And I don't want to get my hopes up or be a pain in the ass, but she's also a model and she talked about me going to her father's agency and if that works out? it's one of the biggest agencies in the world, I'm going to take off. God, if this is your will...".

I laugh at the following narrations that already involve Ashton, Noah and Leah. I can't remember what is written, but my imagination gives me a warm, happy feeling in my body. And if the reality has been as fun and nice as what I imagined, then it was very good.

I feel my body shiver and a chill take over my stomach when I see Luke's name for the first time. I cut the pace of my reading, preparing myself for what was to come. I reach for another glass of juice, buying time and even courage to read the rest.

"I had already noticed him looking at me, I just didn't want to believe he was looking at me, and it was perfect like that, until Ashton brought him in. It's one thing to know who Luke is, it's another to talk to him. In the end it wasn't so bad. I guess. I just stared for the first hour at anything but him, but I guess he must have missed it. Now I'm in the dilemma of if he liked me, I mean, we spent four hours talking and nothing, no kiss, no phone exchange. NOTHING."

I laugh at myself. I can perfectly see myself being embarrassed by him and not being able to look him in the eye.. If I could go back in time, I would tell this Marnie that Luke really liked her, even though I only had a basis in videos and pictures.

I pick up my cell phone and open insta, going to the date that marked my diary. 07/06/18. It was Ashton's birthday party. I flip to the side and see a picture taken in Hawaii, with the caption "The one where we got lost". I turn the page and find that trip.

"I know I am committing one of the biggest follies of my life and deep down, I don't even know why. That's a lie, I do, but that's not the point. In fact, it is, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. Again, it is. The point is: I can't believe that at the last minute I agreed to go on a trip to Hawaii with a bunch of people I barely know. Except Ash, Noah and Leah. And P.S. Monday is his birthday. It only gets better.”

Apparently things between Luke and me went pretty quickly. I read a few more pages seeing that on his birthday, we had our first kiss and from then on everything happened too fast and messy.

I write about many fights and reconciliations. Both he and I, didn't want anything serious, but both he and I, couldn't stay away from each other and there was my reason.

"There is a good big part of all this blocking that I believe is because of what happened and because of me trying to pretend it didn't happen. Dr. Prescott says that if I don't put it out there and don't talk about it, it will consume me. 'Talking about our fears, worries and problems makes them smaller and easier to defeat.'

Besides my parents, no one else knows about that day."

I run my eyes quickly down the page, seeing that that one was about Stephen's cheating.

I close the journal in fear. I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I have the courage to read it. It is one thing to hear about it from others, from their view and opinion, even if it is not on purpose. It's another to hear about it from my view, from what I've been through.

I have no doubt that there are things in these next pages that maybe even my parents don't know. Things and feelings that I have kept solely and exclusively to myself and I don't know if I am ready to face this, again.

I put down the diary and go in search of something else. Luckily for me, my guardian angel, aka Leah, calls me.

“Are you busy? I thought we could have lunch together. What do you think?” she bombards me, not letting me say hello.

“Hi to you too. No, I'm not busy, just reading my diary.” I run my hand over the cover, keeping in the back of my mind what awaits me. “ I'll take lunch.”

Before Leah can answer, I hear a muffled argument on the phone and wait for the fight to end.

“Sorry, but Noah is asking if he can come along.” she asks, without patience.

“Of course he can.” I hold my laughter, imagining the two of them fighting on the other end of the line.

“Okay, in a few minutes we'll be there. Kisses.”

I say goodbye to her and decide not to read the diary again. The doctor himself told me not to force myself into anything. I set the table and wait for the two of them to arrive.

After forty minutes, the doorbell rings. I make way for my friend and analyze the tall, muscular man behind her. Unlike my memory, the Noah of today has his hair well shaved and brunette, like his sister's. His green eyes fill with tears when he sees me crack a smile, and like his twin, he doesn't wait for permission and hugs me.

“Don't ever do that again, young lady. What a shitty world this would be without you!” he squeezes me before showering me with kisses, all over my face.

Leah turns and pulls him away from me, making me laugh. I follow them both into the kitchen and look at the bags they brought, excited.

“We made sure to stop by The Palm and pick up your favorite dish.” I didn't even know that I had a favorite dish at The Palm. But when Leah opens a box and I feel my mouth water when I see that noodle with shrimp, I realize how little I know myself.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask softly, with a smile.

We start lunch and today my attention was on Noah, after all he was the new thing. I listen to him tell about the day we met, when he began to advise my career with his sister, and how things have been going since the accident.

“You don't have to give any interviews if you don't want to.” he assures me once again.

I still don't know how to deal with this "public figure" business, but deep down I feel a need to give a "satisfaction" to everyone who knows me. Noah has already sent some notes about my condition, but I know that I will have to appear on some channel in the future.

We changed the subject and started talking about my amnesia. Noah was not very happy that my first memory was his hair fiasco. I commented that I was reading my diary and asked about some events.

“Are we really lost in Hawaii?” they both started to laugh and agree.

“That day I wanted to hit Mark. I was getting very angry that he could not accept that he was reading the wrong map. Not to mention the car dying and us pushing," Noah comments.

“Mark was never good with maps. He says himself that he was a lousy Boy Scout.” Leah says before drying her third glass of water.

“Who is Mark?” I question.

“Mark is an ex-lover of mine. At the time we were chatting and he had the house in Hawaii. One thing led to another and in the end he went along.” Leah ends with a frown.

“And why did we let him drive then?” I ask, full of curiosity. They look at me as if I know the answer. Or, as if I should, but I just raise my eyebrows, saying nothing.

“Because it's Mark.” Noah shrugs. “He likes to be in control of everything.”

“The one who was definitely happy with us there was that guy who owns the coconut stand.” Leah says.

So there it is, the little wooden stand, with a pile of coconuts in front of it. A short man, probably about 50 years old, laughing at our misfortune while selling the fruit to us. Images begin to form in my mind.

" “- Look there.” Kyleen and I focus on the little man laughing as he takes the money from Michael's hand. “He sure is very happy with us standing here.” Leah says.

“Of course he is. We already bought twelve coconuts from him. Bad little man.” I make a face.

“We're not lost. It's just a shortcut.” we cut off eye contact with the stand and focus on Mark arguing with Noah and Ashton.

Leah looked at her lover in total disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. If regret could kill. The next moment Mark stomps his foot on the floor, like a child with a temper tantrum. At that moment, Calum looks at me with wide eyes.

I look away so that he doesn't see me laughing. Kiki, who was behind me, slaps me to stop, but this only makes me want to laugh more. I hide my face in her arm and in the end, my laughter gets out of hand. Both she and Calum start laughing with me, causing the boys to look at us curiously.

It takes no more than five minutes for Mike to join in the laughter with us and soon everyone else was laughing except Mark. Even the little bad man was laughing. It was the worst thing about us being lost, but that's what was happening and it couldn't be anything but comical, even though it was sad too. ”

“Of course he was happy. He sold about fifteen coconuts for us.” I don't even try to control my smile. Once again I remembered, and this is more than great.

The twin couple in front of me crack a big smile too, and soon they are clapping their hands and stamping their feet on the floor, making noise. I clap my hands with them in celebration.

“She is coming back.” Noah comes around the table, hugging me from behind and again showering me with kisses.

I was never one to have many friends. Usually it was just Bethany and Stephen, and a girl in my music class, but I don't know if I can consider her that, after all, we only talked during class and it was all very unrelated.

The point is that I have always envied those people who managed to have a large number of friends, and friends really, not just colleagues. Friends who call you for everything, who are always by your side, who enjoy your company, and who consider you family.

In this moment, with just Noah and Leah, I can see that I finally have these friends that I have wanted so much and without having to pretend to be something that I am not, without having to buy their attention, as I felt I needed it with Bethany. And if I'm happy like this with just the two of them, I can't wait to see the others.

“So, you said you were reading your diary, did you remember anything else?” Leah asks excitedly.

All the happiness and euphoria that had surrounded my body disappears. The bloody page with the bloody day comes back into my mind. They both notice my mood drop.

“I remembered a day when I went to have coffee with Ash, but…” I play with the edge of my cup, trying not to get too much into that energy. “I found a day where I tell about what happened.” I look at them, who are serious and attentive.

“Do you want us to read it with you?” Leah holds my hand across the table, gently patting it.

I shake my head positively and point to the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. I watch her return with the notebook and hand it to me. I open it to the marked page and stare at my handwriting again.

"I haven't had the courage to tell either Ashton, Leah, or much less Luke. I can't tell if I'm ashamed of it or just afraid of it happening again. The problem is that it's really starting to get to me, to the point where I get irritated when I see Luke and Leah talking and it shouldn't be like that. So I need to get it all out so that I can start over.

It was our anniversary. I snuck out of my work to see Stephen at his house. I wanted to deliver his gift soon. Two streets before his house I ran into Noelle, his mother, and told her I wanted to surprise him, so she told me to get the key under the third vase and go in.

Maybe it would have been better just to ring the doorbell and not have to see it. I was very quiet so as not to be discovered, and in the end, I was the one who discovered something."

My racing heart hurts from beating so hard. I can't keep my breathing normal, holding it at various times. I feel like it's a suspense book where no one wants to find out what's behind the door of the abandoned house, but needs to, in order to continue the story.

I notice in some letters and words the ink smudged and I know it was from my tears and it only hurts me more.

"There is no word to describe the disgust, pain, and anger of seeing him and her in bed naked. My until then boyfriend, and my until then best friend.

And what only made it worse was that she didn't even try to explain herself, didn't show an ounce of regret, even if it was a pretense. Nothing. While he tried to say it was nothing like that, Bethany still says it had been going on for a long time."

I close the journal angrily and throw it away, stopping on the other side of the long table. The lump in my throat gets bigger, but I don't want to cry, not for this and not again.

Deep down, I have always had a flea behind my ear with the two of them. The countless rides Stephen insisted on giving her. The way she always motivated me to fight with him, for reasons I thought were small and insignificant. But it was my first serious relationship, what did I know about dating, right? Bethany, on the other hand, had dated seriously twice.

It had always been there, I just didn't want to see it.

“I always suspected it and never, never wanted to believe it. After all, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. They wouldn't be able to.” I let out a humorless laugh.

The twins look at me fearfully, as if I were a mother scolding them.

“But you know what the worst part is? I believed him. He looked me in the face and said that nothing happened. That Luke was to blame for our breakup! How stupid of me!” I shout, picking up the diary and throwing it further away, as if it would hurt Stephen.

“Wait, what?” Leah speaks loudly.

I look at her startled and realize what I said. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I didn't want anyone to know about the meeting.

“You met with Stephen? When?” she turns the table around, coming closer. I swallow dryly.

“Yesterday morning," I begin softly, but it was enough for Leah to cover her eyes with her hands and snort. Noah laid his head on his arms, sighing as well. “I was confused and needed to hear and see him.” I start to defend myself.

“After everything your mother told you about him?” Leah asks.

“And you think I would believe her? Would you? With amnesia on account?” I retort. Leah takes a deep breath and denies it with her head, giving me reason.

“But you could have told, or asked, I don't know.” Noah ponders.

“Nobody would have let me, I know nobody likes him and rightly so.” I give in.

“That explains a lot.” Leah comments softly, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Explains what?” I ask confused.

She looks at Noah, who nods, giving her the green light. Like me, she swallows dryly before she begins.

“Explain why Luke is so grouchy and weird. Not wanting to come see you.” he answers, poking at the seam of the chair.

NO! No! No! No! No! Please, no. He can't have seen.

“You have to take me to his house.” I ask, heading for the hall.

“What?” the two shout following me.

“I need to talk to him. Now!” I shout the last part, putting on a jacket with some difficulty.

“But why?” Noah helps me.

“Because I think he saw something that wasn't supposed to happen and got it wrong.” I open the door, going to call the elevator.

“Oh, no!” they understand and soon follow me.

Things between Luke and me may be messed up, but the last thing I want him to think is that I cheated on him.

[geodax]

Hey! It's my friend's birthday soon, and I'd really like to give them a fic as a present. I've read a few of your things, and I love your style! If you could, a fluffy fic about cody and obi-wan would be amazing. If not, that's perfectly fine, thank you!

“Anakin said that a blaster is not an appropriate Life Day present for the twins,” Obi-wan says.

“And a meditation mat is?” Cody asks as he looks over the small blasters. None of them have quite the right grip for a human toddler, designed instead for smaller nonhumanoid species, but Cody’s fairly sure he can have Spark jury rig something. Though Obi-wan may have a point. The twins aren’t going to be raised as soldiers.

“It’s never too early to start learning mindfulness,” Obi-wan says, but he does put back the mats he had been looking over.

The two of them stand out amongst the civilians in the department store, with Obi-wan in his Jedi robes and Cody in civvies with some of his armor. He had accepted (eventually) that wearing full armor all the time was not a good way to integrate into civilian life now that the war is over, but he refuses to be completely without it.

They’re supposed to be shopping for a Life Day gift for Skywalker’s twins, but neither of them knows what to buy. The Jedi rarely exchanged gifts and when they did, they were usually tokens imbued with the Force, such as meditation rocks or beads. The clones had only ever exchanged small things that they made or fixed up. The concept of buying a gift for someone is completely foreign to the two of them, but they had thought it would be fun to try. Afterall, both Cody and Obi-wan had money to spend after being paid for their military service in the Clone Wars.

“What about an outfit?” Cody asks as they continue through the aisles of the department store. A shopper blinks slowly at them as they pass, then seems to decide not to bother them and looks away.

“Clothing has great meaning for the Naboo. I’m not sure we’d be able to find an acceptable gift within our budget,” Obi-wan says. “Perhaps some books. I remember be quite found of some of the books in the creche.”  

“Don’t think that have Jedi stories here,” Cody says, though he is intrigued. Clones had their own stories they told cadets. It made sense that the Jedi did too. Perhaps he could ask Obi-wan to share some with him someday. Now that the war is over, they finally have time to talk about more than just war. He’s already learned more about Obi-wan’s past and preferences in the past few weeks than in the past few years.

“Perhaps not,” Obi-wan says, then comes to a stop. He eyes the massive wall of children’s toys before them. “This seems excessive.”

Cody nods as he stares at the toys, all of them bright and pristine. He’d never had toys as a child, but even so, he doesn’t see the appeal of these. They’re all nearly identical, without character, without flaw. Surely the twins would want something more interesting to play with.

“Maybe something more personal,” Cody says.

“A used toy store would be better,” Obi-wan says, the tips of his fingers trailing over the plastic toys. “Force sensitive children tend to enjoy toys that carry Force echoes and memories.”

“I don’t think this is going to work,” Cody says as he scowls at one of the smiling stuffed cats. It’s far too large to be played with and the fabric feels weak beneath his fingers. The twins need something different, something better than what this store has to offer. “I think I have a better idea.”

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Cody smiles as he kneels down in front of the twins. The toddlers are surrounded by a mountain of toys from Padme’s colleagues. Many of them are worth thousands of credits as the senators and lobbyists try to gain her favor, but the twins haven’t shown much interest in the fancy toys.

“Uncle Cody!” Leia says as he climbs out of the mound of toys. Luke follows just behind. “Uncle Obi-wan!”

“Hello, dear ones,” Obi-wan says as he kneels beside Cody.

“We brought you something,” Cody says. He opens a bag and pulls out two stuffed tookas wearing flecks of plastoid armor. The toy dolls had been created with one of Obi-wan’s old robes. Cody had cut up the chest plate of his armor into doll sized pieces. He had spent hours with Obi-wan purging the memories of darkness from the armor and fabric until it sang of nothing but the love and strength the two of them had built on the battlefield.

Luke lights up and snatches one of the dolls. “It’s so soft!” he cries.

“Happy Life Day,” Obi-wan says as he hands the other to Leia.

She slowly strokes the tooka’s head. “It feels like both of you,” she says.

“Do you like it?” Obi-wan asks.

“I love it!” Leia shrieks and launches herself into their arms. “Thank you so much!”

[renee-writer]

Room and Board Chapter 1 Park Bench

A/N This story played through my head all last night, demanding to be written. The premise: Claire is pregnant and homeless, Jamie has a huge heart and several extra rooms, Jenny and Ian think him insane, Claire has a horrid back story, Jamie has to help her, against common sense and reason. Let me know what you think.

He sees her right away. She lays curled around either a bairn or a very pregnant belly. The thin blanket that covers her or them is hardly adequate for this cold Scottish night. That and the wood and metal of the park bench cannot be comfortable.

He sees homeless people several times a week. He will give them some coin and wish them well but something about this lass prompts him to do more.

“Lass,” as he gets closer he sees she is pregnant. He doesn’t want to scare her so he doesn’t touch her, just softly calls to her. “Lass. I wish to help.”

She sits up slowly. Ah Dhai, she is so skinny other then her protruding belly. “Sorry. I know I am not to be sleeping here. I will move on.” English, he doesn’t expect that.

“No lass. You needn't. I wish to help you.”

“Help how?” she is leery as she has a right to be. Alone with a bairn on the way, her being suspicious of him is right and proper.

“It is far to cold to be sleeping outdoors especially with a bairn on the way.”

“Oh right.” She looks down at her stomach as if she had forgotten she was expecting.”So do you have a solution Mr.?”

“Fraser. James Fraser. Aye lass, I do. My home is far to big for just me. My sister recently married and moved out. Our parents have passed..,

“Hold up. You want me to move in with you? You don't know me or I you.”

“True. But, look lass. “

“It is Claire.”

“Claire. You need a place to lay your gead softer then a park bench and I need..”

“Yes Mr. Fraser, what do you need?” Her arms cross and she glares at him.

“Not that! Truly. I need someone to housesit, do a bit of light housekeeping. I travel, for work you see. Am only home a few days a week. The place gets dusty and that closed in smell. I can offer you room and board as well as, a bit of coin to buy what you and the bairn need if you will come stay in one of the guest rooms and keep the place looking lived in.”

“Mr. Fraser, how do you know I won't steal you blind?”

“I don't but you seem a sensible woman, unlikely to bite the hand that is feeding you besides, if you did, that would be your sin to bear. Mine would be if I walked away without trying to get you and the bairn under a roof.”

“I will come with you. Because I made a promise to the child to do right by it. I warn you that I know how to defend myself.” He smiles as he offers his hand to help her up.

“Good to know. I promise you that you will not need it as long as you are with me.”

He is of an impressive height and built. A bit over 6 feet tall with muscles she feels under her arm as she takes it, she prays he is the good man he portrays himself as. But, if not, what more could really happen to her?

The car is warm. That and the motion soon laws her to sleep. He smiles when he sees it. He was glad she is getting some real rest. He carefully wakes her when they arrive.

“Claire, wake up. We are here.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” Her eyes are huge.

“You are safe.” He softly says as he comes around to open her door.

“Thank you. I ..” whatever else she is going to say trails off as she sees the house. The bloody castle. He chuckles.

“Welcome to Lallybroch Claire.”

“You.. This.. Ah..”

“I know. She has been in my family for 300 years. Her size is intimidating but, there is only a small part that is lived in. I am slowly restoring the rest.”

“Good. That is good.”

He leads her in. “The great room. Yes, the fireplace works. I use it as my office but, you are welcome to use the sitting area. It is quite relaxing to watch the fire, I've found.”

“Thank you.”

Further in, he shows her the kitchen and bath. “There is a bathroom on the second floor also, where the bedrooms are. Come, I will show you.” He leads her up the gently winding staircase. “This room is the biggest guest room.” He opens the door to a dream. A canopied bed, old dressers and a wardrobe. The curtains are ivory to match the slightly darker color of the walls, and they fall to the floor. “Does it suit, Claire?”

“What? Oh yes. It is way more then.. Look, I can a smaller room. A maid's room maybe.”

“Claire, you are my guest. You could stay here without doing a thing, if I didn't fear insulting you.”

“In that case..”

“Come, I will show you the loo on this floor. I will then get you something to sleep in. We will go shopping tomorrow.”

She follows him into the bathroom and another shock. “It is a bloody clawfoot tub!”

“Aye, we wanted to keep the auld feel of the place. You approve?”

“Very much. One of my foster homes.. Well.”

“Your story after a bath, food, and a good nigjts sleep, eh?”

“Sounds lovely.” He finds her a t-shirt and the smallest longing pants he owned.

“They will be to long but you can roll them up.”

“Thank you. Perfect.”

“I will leave you to bath. Oh, there is also thick wool socks. Your feet must stay warm. When though, come find me in the kitchen.”

After a bath that felt one step away from heaven and warm comfy clothes, She pulls her, now clean, curls up in a bun and goes to find her benefactor.

He is making soup and toasted cheese sandwiches. “I can do more. I just thought, lighter is better, right before bed.”

“It is perfect.” He sets the bowl and plate, as well as, a glass of milk, in front of her. She eats with deep gratitude. It has been a long time sense her belly was full and she was warm and clean. After she carries the dishes to the sink and washes them. He watches with a smile.

“Are you full Claire? I can make more.”

“I am. Thank you. It has been awhile since I have felt so well seen to.”

“I am glad I could help. Ready for sleep then?”

“I am.” He walks up with her.

“I am at the end of the hall, to the right, if you need me.”

“Thank you. Good night Jamie.”

“Good night Claire.”

“

[pomomos]

Buyers Beware!! I've head to deal with three years of lies, don't go thru what I went thru!

My patience is officially maxed out and at this point I don't even care if I get my item or not. I've been scammed and I get that now (took me long enough right?) and I know I'm well within my right to expose the person who got my money and denied me the item I paid for.

This all started back in 2017. I was shopping on Etsy looking for a dress for my 1/6 girl and I came across a really cute shop that specialized in Blythe clothes. I knew my girl was smaller in the chest and wider in the hips so I figured that I could buy a loose Blythe dress for her and it would fit well enough. I've done that before in the past and the Blythe seamstresses I've purchased from before have all been a joy to buy from. So I went ahead and purchased a dress, as is, and I figured worst case scenario, I could put it on a vinyl fashion doll and still be happy that I have a cute dress. Well, that was just a straight fantasy that I was living because my plans never came to be 🙃

After waiting for my dress to come I decided "hey, why not try to message the girl and see what the holdup is!" And that's how I got held hostage in a THREE YEAR LONG CONVERSATION over my dress that's "totally going to be sent to me soon!" And here it is, not cropped out and only edited to hide personal information. Pay attention to the dates too.

Click for better resolution. (Anyone who has a hard time reading, feel free to message me and I'll send you the receipts thru your DM or a transcript)

She theb sends me the pics of the dress that she made and swore up and down that all she needed to do was close the back and it's as good as mine!! But the very funny thing is that the pics she sent me it 99.9% NOTHING like the pic advertising the dress I BOUGHT!

Literally the only thing that's similar is the pattern. It's a completely different cut. Completely different buttons. Completely different pearls. Completely different lace. It's just not what I ordered from a supposedly "in stock" item.

And honestly, I'll take the blame for this because I told her I was ok with it. Because to be honest, I was. I don't HATE IT hate it. It's ok for what it is. And after a year of her playing me I knew that PayPal claim wasn't going to happen so I took my loss for what it was because I thought at least I was gonna get something right? WRONG! All I got was more of her lies.

Here's where you can tell she clearly got sick of me 😊 guess I'm such an annoying naggy rude mouthy customer huh? I guess all the times I said thank you and have her compliments and asked about her life was just too much for her to deal with so obviously the best thing for both of us was for her to ghost me ❤️

Well after she went silent I did something that I should have done a long time ago. I did a little research on her. (I'm not winning any genius awards anytime soon and I had so much faith in her for years and I can admit that I should have looked her up after the first few convos.)

So I search for her and I found out that little miss is a very busy business woman! Apparently she has store fronts all over the place! AND ON TOP OF THAT!!!!! She's apparently a very sought after dealer who is always in constant communication with the people she deals for and the businesses she's buys from. She's also super active on her Instagram account and even posted on it a day after I sent her my last message on Etsy. Guess getting those sweet likes is more important then giving someone the item you sold to them years ago.

And after my sluething I found one of her store fronts accepts questions thru her email so I absolutely hit that shit up and I snapped on her. (The ordering got a little bit funky so I made sure to number everything)

So after all that, after one last lie then her finally giving up and offering to refund me, the three year ordeal is "over". And to my great surprise she actually did! After all this time she actually sent €33.45 my way! Not before making me wait of course. She sent it to me this morning after I already asked for a refund on the 1st, but hey, baby steps right? (At least she didn't force me to wait until 2023 for the stuff she owes me lol)

But really, I'm just so tired of this run around. I hate that I've been this stupid and gullible and nice. I hate myself for being forgiving and understanding to such a liar and a scammer. She never gave a damn about me but for some reason I kept giving her nothing but kindness. I don't know what it was about me and my order that it wasn't good enough for her attention and effort, but that's all over and done with now.

Weather or not I get the item now is irrelevant. If me exposing her can save someone of the headache of having to deal with Estefania/Felicity then I can at least feel good about that. Here's the shops to avoid and the social media to block.

This nightmare that she made me live thru is now over and done with. I can breathe in a sigh of relief. It was a very sobering learning moment and I know from now on not to be trusting or hopefully with ANYONE I buy from. I hate that I have to feel like this now, but the rose colored glasses are off for good.

I finally get it now.

[sadboyayeron]

Hello! Do you, maybe have anything about deaged!Aaron? I've seen a lot of fics where other Foxes are deaged but I'd like some good smol Aaron content please! Also I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts or not... If you aren't, it's okay.

Honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to do this myself, so Ill try.

- They were all in the house in Columbia.  Only Neil and Andrew were up so far.  Andrew was sitting on the kitchen counter sipping on his coffee while Neil was leaning next to him slowly drink his.  They didn’t say a word to each other, just content with each others presence.

- Nicky was the next to wake up.  He greeted them with a “Good Morning” and started making pancakes, trying his best not to yawn every five or so seconds.  Andrew and Neil left the kitchen and found themselves on the couch, on either side of the arm rest facing each other with there toes touching.

- Lastly it was Kevin who woke up.  Which is weird because Kevin is always the last to get up.  Andrew wasn’t trying to worry or nothing but his brother always woke up from the smell of Nicky’s cooking, or at least decided it was time to get up.  Nicky started to look around but he seemed to not be able to found what he was looking for and frowned.

- Andrew sighed and got up to see what was the delay.  Nicky quickly looked back at his slightly burning pancake.  Andrew walked up the stairs and towards his brother room.  He doesn’t usually check on his brother or knock on his door unless its time to leave.

- He knocked on the door but there was no response.  Aaron was a light sleeper, just as light as him.  Its not like he knocks lightly.  He started banging on the door instead, until he heard a bump like something fell inside.  He quickly opened the door definitely not expecting to see what was looking back at him.

- There was a kid.  Not just any kid.  He know exactly who it was because used to look at that same face everyday in the mirror.  

- “Aaron.”  He let the name slip between his lip always.  He glanced at the bed noticing the ruffled bed sheets, half laying on the floor.  Aaron was clad in the same white long sleeve shirt that he went to sleep in last night.  Excepted it fell just below his knees and the sleeves went inches beyond his hands.  The caller was slanted to the side exposing his freckled shoulder. He could see a bruise on Aaron’s cheek and if he looked closely there was another on his shoulder. 

- “How’d you know my name?”  His voice was small and unsure with a slight lisp he remembers having in his own voice.  He was wrinkling his fingers together though the fabric.  His big hazel eyes were wide and then he looked down.  “Did mama eave me again?”

-That shook Andrew.  What did he mean leave him?  Before he could say anything else Nicky came in from behind him.

- “Breakfa-oh. Is that..?”  He stepped to the side next to Andrew to get a better look.  He was just as confused.  Aaron was definitely not this small.  He was when he was five or six though.  He had know idea what kinda witch craft bullshit this was but he knew a little of what Aaron was like at this age and maybe Aaron won’t recognize him.  Then again he would have been eight or nine himself. They only saw each other couple times between years before he took in the twins.

- He stepped forward a little and glanced back at Andrew.  He crouch down to Aaron's level catching the kids attention, he stepped back though not liking how close Nicky was to him.  Nicky could feel Andrews eyes on them.

- “Hey buddy remember me, its Nicky.  Your cousin.”  He tried to make his voice low and as non threatening as possible.  Aaron looked for something in his face, probably trying to find the lie in his truth.

- “Nicky, how’d you get so big.”  Aaron tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes at Nicky then glanced behind him.  He leaned forward little and whispered, “Who's tat.”  Nicky tried to stop his smile from forming and hugging Aaron.  Aaron looked around again.  “Where are we.”

- Nicky stood back up.  Aaron always used to lose track of what he was talking about and jumped from question to question.  When they were younger, the times he actually saw Aaron, the little guy would talk and talk when he got comfortable with Nicky.  He would be timid at first but when you gave him some attention and time to warm up he would turn into a ball of energy.

- “Well I’ve been eating all my veggies, and uh this is uh...Your brotherrr?”  He didn’t know what else to say.  Andrew gave him a look and then waved at Aaron.  Awe he's trying.  Aaron looked confused but went with it.  “And we are at his house.  Anyways I just made pancakes your hungry.”

- Aaron dropped his arms to his side and tried to pull up the sleeves to show his hands.  He nodded and walked forwards following Andrew and Nicky out the door.  Andrew went a little more ahead to inform the other two about this little predicament.  Neil and Kevin were even more confused.  How the hell does that even happen?

- Aaron sat at the table and Nicky served him a plate, leaving a bottle of syrup in front of him.  Andrew sat on the other side of the table in front of Aaron.  Neil and Kevin too, sitting on the sides while Nicky took to sitting next to him.  Aaron started by cutting his pancakes into tiny little pieces and then dumped a load of syrup on top.

- Kevin scrunched his nose in distaste. That is way to much sugar for a kid. He practically rivaled Andrews plate.

- “Whoa Aaron slow down the food isn't going anywhere.”  Aaron was shoving piece after piece in his mouth barely giving himself enough time to chew before swallowing.  Aaron looked at Nicky with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.  He then put his fork down and started to chew what was in his mouth.

- Aaron only got done with two thirds of his plate before he started to feel full.  He always eats fast even when it makes his chest hurt because he can eat more.  He needs to eat everything on his plate so he doesn't make anybody mad.

- “You don’t need to eat it all if your full.”  Neil spoke up.  He could see it in Aaron’s face the discomfort from putting another piece in his mouth.  Aaron looked at Neil then, for the first time since he became a kid.  He then looked at Nicky who in return just gave him a smile and took his plate.  When Nicky came back he was holding a glass of orange juice.  It was Aaron's juice, he aways got pissed when someone drank it and basically finished it.  The tiny Aaron took the drink between his clothed covered fingers a gulped down half the cup before setting it back down. 

- Nicky then took him back upstairs to wash his face and teeth

- “He said something about Tilda leaving him again.”  Andrew said to Neil once they were fully alone.  He didn’t like the sound of Tilda just leaving a kid with whoever, especially when most of her ‘friends’ where either drug addicts or dealers

- “Why don't you ask him then.”  Andrew didn’t want to.  He would feel as though he took advantage of the moment.  If Aaron really wanted him to know the extent of Tilda’s abuse and neglect he would tell his when he was ready, or when they speech to Bee. 

- Nicky came back with Aaron and brought him to the couch were he put on a kids show.  He left Aaron their and asked Andrew if he could have to the keys to the Maserati so he could buy Aaron some clothes and stuff.  Andrew only sighed and pointed to his keys.

- Neil went back up stairs to do some homework in their shared room.  Andrew was left with his child version of his brother.  Aaron seemed very much entranced by the Tv screen.  When Andrew sat on the couch Aaron flinched and looked at him quickly before looking back to the Tv.  Andrew really was not liking this.  He really needed Aaron to turn back or this to be some type of messed up dream.  He could tell Aaron was uncomfortable with Andrew on the couch with him.  He didn’t want to know why, well he did but he was telling himself he didn’t.

- When Nicky got back both twins were rigidly sitting on the couch looking at the television both on different sides of it.  Nicky didn’t know everything about what happened to Aaron with Tilda.  He does remember her always telling him to be quiet, ignoring his existence, and grabbing him with more force then his own mother ever even attempted I do.

- He gave Aaron a light blue t-shirt, gray joggers, and underwear.  Aaron demanded “Privacy” and went to the bathroom.  When he came out he looked like a mini version of his adult self.  Though now that he looked he could see how skinny Aaron actually was.  He's always been more lean then Andrew since he took him in.  When they were younger he knew Aaron was skinny, he was too but now that he actually looks he can see that Aaron was clearly underweight for his age and height.

- Andrew noticed to and pretended the anger he was feeling at the moment wasn’t there.  The bruises on Aaron's arms were now visible, some yellow and fading.  Others that were still blue and purple.  Aaron saw there lingering eyes and quickly looked down trying to make himself look smaller.

- “Can-um...Is it otay if I have a sweader.”  Nicky scrambled to get the shopping bag and pulled out a navy blue hoodie and handed it to Aaron who slipped into it swiftly.  He put the hood over his head and climbed back onto the couch and laid his head on the arm rest.

- Andrew wanted to say something or do something to comfort the boy who obviously felt like he did something wrong by just having bruises on his arms that were given to him by a women that should of loved him the way a mother loves a child.  Nicky was better at these kinds of things.

- “Hey Aaron look I got you legos,”  Aaron purked up at that.  “You can play with me and Andrew.”  Aaron looked at Andrew and Andrew tried to force a tiny smile that Nicky wouldn’t see. That seemed to do the trick.  Aaron relaxed onto the floor and Nicky dumped the legos in front of him.  Andrew slipped next to Aaron leaning against to couch.

-Aaron built a little car and had the lego man inside.  He was rolling it around making barely heard car noises.  Andrew was busy trying to make a city out of the legos but he didn’t think there was enough.  Aaron kept glaring at his creations with childish temptation. He had know clue what Nicky was doing but he was laying down making some sort of plain looking thing.  Aaron started to crawl towards Nicky with the car, then hopped over his body and kept driving the car around.  Nicky laughed at that and Aaron turned around and smiled at Nicky.  This smiled showed his teeth and was clearly a missing front tooth. 

-Nicky couldn’t help the cuteness and grabbed Aaron suddenly into a hug.  Andrew was about to grabbed Nicky when he saw the look of surprise on Aarons face and the flinched from being grabbed.  He stopped though when he notice Aaron melt into the hug.  He could tell Aaron didn’t regularly get hugged or shown any type of affection.  He saw the way Aaron rested his head on Nickys shoulder since Nicky was now sitting and Aaron was standing.  The way he didn't know where to place his arms so he kept them to his sides because he was scared he would mess it up.  Nicky leaned away put still had Aarons shoulders in his hands, smiling at him happily.  He remembered how touched starved Aaron was.

- “I’m going to go make you some lunch okay, it’s a little past lunch but its okay.”  He patted his shoulder and got up.  Aaron watched him leave and plopped back down into criss cross.  He picked up Nickys make shift plain then looked at Andrew.  Andrew did not want to know what that little look on his face meant.  Aaron then glanced back at his city and looked just about ready to pounce.  Andrew was preparing for the worse and schooled his face into his signature scowl.

- “Pushhhhhhh.”  Aaron flew the plain right into Andrews tallest building and it tumbled down onto Andrews lap.  Aaron laughed when Andrews face still looked blank and started to pretend he was a monster and kick the rest down.  He stepped onto couple legos and then fell into Andrew.  The weight of Aaron was definitely nothing compared to what he used to be as an Adult.  The weight still cause Andrew to slightly flinch but he still caught Aaron in his arms.  Now Aaron was basically sitting in his lap.  They both paused and then Aaron looked up at Andrew and laughed at the sight of Andrews constipated looking face from upside down.  He rolled off.  Literally.  Rolled into the legos and straight to making a lego angel.  This seemed like a entirely different kid from the timid scared one he saw in the beginning.

- Nicky came back with a sandwich telling Aaron to sit on the couch, Andrew following suit.  Nicky put on a Disney movie, The fox and the hound.  Aaron use to love watching this movie during those times he saw him.  Aaron saw happily between Andrew and Nicky eating a piece his sandwich slowly.  He saw the way Aaron started to lean on Andrews Arm, Andrew got stiff and then relax into the added weight.  He liked this feeling of the being a family.  There wasn’t a lot moments like these and he was happy to witness one of them.

-Soon Neil came down and saw the scene, he sat in the love seat and watched the last part of the movie.  Once the credits rolled around they noticed Aaron was sound asleep curled up against Andrews side.  Andrew moved slightly and put one of the pillows his could grab under Aarons head.  Nicky placed a blanket around Aaron and decide he should make fajitas for dinner.  It would take a little bit and hopefully be ready when Aaron woke up.

-They didn’t have to wait long because next thing they knew there was a scream.  Nicky watch Andrew walk fast towards the noise.  He could make out Kevin in the room with Aaron.  Jeez what did he do.

-Kevin was annoyed by this child version of Aaron to say the least.  He sat next to him while he was sleeping as far as he could get.  He was trying to watch the Trojans game that he reordered.  He turned it up and this  is when Aaron woke up and told him to go away.  What. The. Hell. All he wanted to do was watch Exy in peace, why wasn’t he in his own room.

- “You go away.”  Was it mature to fight with a child? No.  But this child wasn’t really a ‘child’ technically so it doesn’t count.  Aaron lunged for the remote and tried to take it from Kevin who was way more stronger then this version of Aaron.  Thats when Aaron bumped into the table next to the couch that had Kevin's glass of water set on top of it.  Then it fell and Broke.  The crash made Aaron flinch and he moved away from Kevin.  Kevin saw the look on his face and it made his gut twist.  

- “I’m sorwy, I’m srwy,” he kept repeating and Kevin really didn’t know what to do.  He got on his knees to try and calm the kid and make himself look less like he was about to hurt him.  Aaron start to cover his ears and griping them tightly along with pulling the curls of hair along his ear.

- “Hey, hey.  Its okay its not your fault I did it to.  Don’t do that.”  He reached out to try to stop Aaron from hurting himself.  That was a Mistake.

- When Andrew came he was not prepared for the sight.  Kevin was kneeled in front of Aaron who was gripping his ears tightly while crying.  Kevin was not far off from cry himself and was working his why into a panic attack as he was trying and ever so clearly falling at calming the kid.  He pushed Kevin away and thats when he noticed the broken glass. 

- “Aaron, Aaron its Andrew.  Your not in trouble.  No one is going to hurt you.”  He repeated those words till Aaron seemed to notice his presence and lose his grip on his ears.  His teeth were chattering and he was hugging himself.  He noticed Neil then, standing by the stairs.  He didn’t want to but he opened up his arms in a question. ‘Yes or No?’

- Aaron liked it here with Nicky, Andrew and their friends.  He didn't want to ruin everything like his mom said he does.  The sound of the braking glass made him think of mom.  Was she going to be mad at him?  Where they going to call her?  He panicked.  Andrews arms felt nice when he fell into them.  So Nice he started to cry again because he never been hugged twice in one day.  Andrew didn’t hold him tightly like Nicky did but he still felt warm.  He's so used to being cold.

-Nicky showed his face and frowned but then smiled at the scene.  Kevin was trying to calm himself by picking up the glass.

-When everything calmed down they all sat down in the same seats for dinner and ate quietly.  Aaron was still sniffing, his eyes were puffy still to.  Andrew honestly looked exhausted.  To much childhood trauma reminders for one day.

-Nicky gave Aaron a bath, with Andrew standing at the endurance of the bathroom door protectively.  Aaron didn't want him to go.  

-Putting him to sleep was the hardest part.  He always had a hard time sleeping.  He didn't communicate why and no body was going to force him to. Neil made him some warm tea with milk and honey that helped himself fall asleep.  It worked and Aaron fell asleep with his head laying in nickys lap; Nicky massaging his long curls.  Andrew was the one to pick him up and take him to his room.  Aaron woke up little, but settled himself in Andrews arms, wrapping his own around Andrews neck.

-The next morning Aaron woke up as a 21 year old again.  He remember everything.  If tears rolled down his face when he sat up in bed nobody was going to know.

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COTW errr... I've forgotten my chapter number, and send help

Unlike his brothers, Eli Abel Ackerman only spent a week in hospital before they were allowed to bring him home. The tiny boy was so much more quiet than Viren had been, preferring to sleep rather than cry. Viren wasn't convinced about it all, but he was incredibly curious over the baby boy's every move. Eren had a rougher deal with things. Having to have surgery on his tearing again, though this time they knew better than to believe the scans, his poor husband was catheter and bed bound for a week, Each daily hospital visit usually resulted in finding Eren trying to escape down to visit Rei. When Eren was finally allowed to come home, his mate was listless unless he was with Eli or with Viren. As happy as Eren was to have Eli home, Levi knew he missed Rei deeply, and he missed being able to lift and carry Viren around. His omega didn't want to nest, and he'd found the bathroom mirror shattered on Eren's third day home. Eren crying on the floor, struggling with his changed body, and his still swollen belly. His mate now preferring to hide himself away in overly large clothes that left him looking sickly. He didn't understand how Eren could feel so guilty for not carrying to full term. Being a twin, their son was smaller, but he was healthy. Surprisingly so... not that they told Eren that. Upset over missing his phone call, Hanji had over shopped for them. Bringing Anna with her, the pair were laden with gifts as Levi opened the door to their "surprise" visit. Hanji had messaged ahead to ask if it was alright to visit, and Levi figured Eren could probably use the distraction of a curious Anna. Only, they'd picked probably the worst time to actually appear. Eren was sleeping in the corner of the sofa with Eli in his arms, completely dead to the world as Hanji snapped a few photos. Sending Viren and Anna to play, he was ushered into his own kitchen as Hanji took over the bench "How is he?" "Getting there... wait... is that food?" "Don't look at me like that. It's all microwave meals from work. I thought you two wouldn't really feel like cooking" "You didn't cook. You had no hand in cooking these, right?" "No. They're from the cafeteria. And you don't get out of it that easily" "Thank you" Hanji stared at him as if he'd grown a second head "Don't give me that. Actually, things aren't great. He wants to bring Rei home, and you know what he gets like when he isn't allowed to do anything" "I thought having one of them home would help..." "Yeah. He adores Eli, but not being able to get down low enough for bath time, or being able to get up for midnight feeds has him down" "Have you talked?" "A little. He's feeling guilty over being a parent again, and because "he doesn't look sexy"" "He's got three kids and arse to die for. He's the envy of every woman ever" "Yeah. It's just going to take some time to figure out this three pup thing" "Well. I've brought cake. And Anna picked out a few small things, they're in that bag on the table. How's Viren liking his new role?" "He's not completely sure about this baby thing. The first time Eli really cried, he did too" "That's precious" "Yeah. He kept crying for a full hour after Eli did" "That's not so precious..." "No. That's another thing Eren's worked up over. Giving birth and scaring Viren" "He needs to give himself a break" "Hanji. Seriously. When have you seen Eren give himself a break?" "I know. Do you have a date for when Rei can come home?" "The 5th" "See. It's not that much longer" "No. It's just exhausting Eren more than he wants to admit. The daily trips in, especially when his back's so tender" "He's been..." "Yes. He's been monitoring it, and his caesarean site. I'm not allowed to look" "He'll come round" "It's just trying to find the balance in the mean time. What other news do you bring from the outside world?" "The trial's still going, but Erwin's been talking to Floch and the jury is getting pretty impatient about the whole thing. Nick's case has started to fall apart, especially after the things Eren said were leaked by the press. Don't worry, they didn't mention Eren's name, but the public aren't happy at all with our boy Nick" "He might be yours, but he's got nothing to do with me" "Ew. No. That came out wrong" "You think?" "What about you? What are you going to do?" "I have a few ideas. But they all require more money and more capital than we have" "Does that mean you and Eren are finally going to be buying a house?" "No. No. I mean, I want to. But he's not ready yet" "I still don't think I'll ever understand why not..." "He told me. It's his past. The trial stirred up a lot and the foster house really hasn't..." Levi broke his sentence with a shake of his head. That was Eren's secret. He shouldn't be blabbing to Hanji "He's not ready yet" "This place is so small... but I guess it can't be helped. I still can't believe you had another baby without me" "If you'd answered your phone..." "I was in surgery" "Well the stains on the floor if you really want to take a look" "No. I'm fine. I'd love cuddles though" "You have to get past Eren. Eli might love his sleep, but when he's in Eren's arms, he drifts right off" "He knows his mumma. Oh. I got you guys formula too... the tins are down in the car. You know, because Rei might find Eren's nipple hard to take" "Don't remind him of that. And don't mention the trial either. He's already asked about it" "Why not just tell him?" "Because I don't want Nick seeing my newborn son" "He's going to want to be there when the jury delivers its verdict" "And when the time comes, I'll take him. Until then, we're trying to keep this place quiet and stress free" "It'd be a lot less stress free if you two learned how to whisper" Hanji giggled "Sorry, Eren. You know I have a big mouth. How are you, my Lovely?" "Sleepy... cranky, bleedy... ugh" "The joys of birth. How's little Eli?" "He sleeps better than all of us combined" Ditching her unpacking, Hanji headed into the living area. Levi taking over, though paying more attention to the pair in the living room than what he was doing "Look at him. He looks just like Viren did" "Mmm... He's adorable... he's got my brown hair though" "There's nothing wrong with your hair!" Eren huffed "It needs a wash, but Levi won't let me" "He's just worried for you. Is everything down there...?" "A mess. Yeah. Pretty much. Do you want to hold him? I need to go to the bathroom" Hanji naturally pounced at the chance "Of course I do. Look at you, Eli... Hey baby, I'm your Aunty Hanji" Finishing placing everything away, Levi was of with the fairies, came back down when he realised Hanji was trying to talk to him "What?" "Eren called your name" Jogging through the living area, Levi paused at the recliner "Will you be ok with Eli?" "Perfectly fine" Continuing on, Levi let himself into the bathroom. Eren was sitting on the edge of the bath, wiping his face. His breathing starting to grow erratic as if he was panicking "What's wrong, Bright Eyes?" "I... don't know..." Breaking down, Levi moved to Eren's side, pulling his husband to him. Ignoring Eren not having wanted to be touched. Rubbing his back, he pressed three kisses to the top of Eren's head "What are you feeling?" "Scared... I... I was fine. But then I just got scared" "I'm here. You're ok. I've got you, Eren" "I don't know why I am" "You're emotions are a bit of mess right now, but it's ok. It's just you, me, Hanji and the kids" "I know... but I don't know why I'm scared" "Was it the blood? I can smell it in the air" "It's heavy, but... I don't think so. As soon as I was done washing my hands, I couldn't move towards the door" "It's ok... I've got you, now" "I hate this... I'm back to hating me... I feel like I'm back at step one again, and I don't know why" "Baby, you're ok. Your body is adjusting from giving birth. Your hormones are all over the place and you've been off since you had to come home. I know you. You're punishing yourself for things that aren't your fault" "Why can't I let myself be happy?" "Because you care way too much about everything" "I hate this, Lee. I hate this..." "I know you do... I know" "I feel so sick and tired. But when I fall asleep, I wake up panicking, because I don't have my pups..." "Is that why you panicked? Because Hanji's here? She and Anna brought some food around. I thought you might like to see Anna" "I do. I did. I don't know. She's... she's not him" "And I'm not saying she is. But she does love you. We all love you, baby" Eren sniffled "I'm so sick of this. I felt good when I was pregnant, and now I feel empty... Eli's out of hospital before Rei, and that feels wrong. It feels wrong that they were born nearly 4 weeks apart... it feels wrong that he isn't here" "I know, but we'll bring him home real soon" "What... what if he's an omega? He's already had such a hard start to life. What if he presents as an omega?" "Then we protect him. He love him and we guide him, and we protect him" "Will that be enough? I don't want him to suffer. I don't want any of them to suffer" "Eren, there's time between now and then. Things could change" "People think things change, but do they really? Omegas are still treated horribly, and I can't stop thinking about what Nick said. Where do omegas go now?" "There are legal shelters to help. Nick was so far off the mark with his stupid church, that he wasn't even on the planet anymore. Even if all of our sons present as omegas, I will personally kill anyone who touches them" "All I want is for them to be happy" "I know. But can you try and do me a favour?" "W-what?" "Don't get so caught up in a future that might not even be. Nick's trial has raised so many issues. Even if all you did was open the eyes to everyone in the courtroom, they're going to think twice about their own actions. They might even be the change the world needs" Eren laughed sadly "I'm sorry. I can't stop all these things in my head" "I know. Do you want to head back out to the living room? Cuddle with Eli some more?" "That'd be nice... You did such a good job" "You're the one who birthed him" "Without drugs" "No, Eren. No drugs... I was scared shitless" "So was I. I still feel so bad that I put you through it" "I blame the idiot that caused the accident and blocked up traffic" "Not the idiot omega?" "You are not an idiot. Do you remember how proud I was at the courthouse?" "I remember the bathroom" "And you say I'm the pervert... my point is. Times that by a hundred and you still aren't close to how proud I am of you for birthing our three amazing sons" "That's... a lot" "That must mean I'm really proud of you..." "Maths isn't my strong point" "You passed your high school equivalency. I know you can multiply with the best of them" "Did you just..." He hadn't intentionally "Maybe. Come on, the bath isn't the comfiest seat, and you've got nothing to be scared of" * Whatever was haunting Eren, didn't improve magically, no matter how much he hoped. He found his husband in their wardrobe with no memory of how he got there, and smelling of fear. Viren had said they were playing hide and seek while Eli slept, his son coming to find him when he couldn't find mummy. Eren really didn't seem to know what set him off though. Levi had a sneaking suspicion it was post-partum depression rearing its ugly head again, especially coupled with Eren's deep feelings of guilt over Rei being in hospital. He'd wanted to make an appointment with Krista, but when he'd called through to make an appointment, the woman's answering service informed him she would be on break until the first of June. He could call on her mobile, but it felt rude to disturb her, given how hard her line of work was, and how desperately she deserved a break. He could make an appointment with Eren's doctor, but they'd more than likely suggest medication, and Eren would dig his heels in over not being able to breast feed. Eli had no problem taking Eren's nipple when offered, suckling greedily in a way that rivalled Levi... Eren even making the comparison, while drugged up and in front of Erwin and Mike. With a glare, the pair had been silenced, but Levi knew the day would come and they would both give him shit of taking pleasure in every part of Eren. Waking to find their bed devoid of Eren, Levi grumbled to himself. His husband had fallen asleep on the sofa with Eli. When he'd gone searching, he'd found Titan sleeping along the side of Eren's leg, while Eli was sleeping on Eren's chest, to skin to skin. As cute as it was, Eren would have been spending the next few days paying for it given the angle of neck. Levi could swear he'd only just gotten Eren into bed... Dragging himself up, he skipped putting a shirt on. Walking out their bedroom, he didn't expect to see Eren talking away on the phone, with Eli on his shoulder. Catching sight of his, his husband rushed to end the call. The smile on his face hardly casual or guilt free "Who was that?" "Just... I was calling to see if Rei was ok..." "Eren..." "I know! Ok. I know. I didn't need to call because we're going to see him later" "You don't need to be defensive. I was going to ask how he was, and if you managed to get some more sleep"