#anyway. yes. prayers plz.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

..

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙obsessed with u | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x ln4 admin/photographer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, new relationship

warnings: none just a lot of fluff!!

summary: in which a podium means you and your boyfriend hard launch a little bit early <3

a/n: omg i feel like this fanfic revived me and im back fr 🙏 hope it's ok OMG i rly tried to make a good plot but i fear i got no inspo atm anyway i fancy lando soooo badly atm it's rly shocking how bad i want him anyway ENJOY!!!! hope it dont suck ballzzz ahhhhhhhh

request!!!: lando x reader smau where reader is the admin of the Instagram account lnfour. You absolutely have the liberty of what you wanna do with it

fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

my masterlist

instagram ->

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user1 stop soft launching and tell us who she issss

user2 need details

user3 👀 mr lando norris plz spill

carlossainz55 cute

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yourbff ugh lil cuties

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user4 so cute

friend1 aww look at you guys

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lnfour 📍 melbourne, australia

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lnfour ready for the weekend 🦘

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user5 any sign of the gf then? 👀

user6 i love y/n's photographyyy

user7 same she's got the female gaze downnnn

user8 he's so hot

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user9 admin leak who his gf is to us plz xxx

user10 i have a good feeling about this weekend's race 🙏

lnfour us too!!! 🕯️

interview ->

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lnfour anyone else hoping for a big reveal this weekend then?

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carlossainz55 yes, me

lnfour 😂

user16 HELLOOO???

user17 urm wait guys hear me out

user18 let me guess you think he's dating y/n

user17 👀

user19 who is y/n omg im losttttt

user20 literally lnfour admin and photographer lol

landonorris 🤷‍♀️

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user21 STRESSSS

user22 heart palpitations

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landonorris damn who's that sexy man

yourusername 🙄

user23 HMMMM

user24 lando & y/n dating???

user25 that your man?

yourbff stop coz they're connecting the dots y/n

yourusername what dots?!!!

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yourusername it's race day mi amigos

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user26 mi amigos... muchos debris... they're meant to be perhaps

user27 some of you are reaching doesn't y/n have a bf already?

user28 she's been soft launching but nothing is confirmed so it could be anyone 👀

landonorris keep me in your thoughts and prayers

yourusername 😂 always!

user29 they're in love

user30 dramatic much

user31 wouldn't it be weird for lando to date someone he works with 😭

oscarpiastri let's goooooo

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lnfour 💪💪💪💪💪💪 you got this

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user32 URM HELLOOOO

user33 hi y/n

user34 hmmmmmmmm

user35 this is a big enough reveal to me .. 😇

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user36 🤞🤞🤞🤞

user37 we're gonna win babyyyyyyy

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user38 AHHHHHHHHHHH

user39 our boyyy

user40 big reveal when?

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user41 p1 next time

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carlossainz55 so cute of him

yourusername CONGRATULATIONS CARLOS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user42 are you going to celebrate together

user43 AWWWW HE'S SO CUTE

charles_leclerc a handsome boy

yourusername 😊😊😊😊

oscarpiastri you'll come out celebrating with us?

yourusername wouldn't miss it for the world

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user44 she's such a wag without even being a wag

user45 love her

user46 oh to be in this friend group 😭

user47 she's so mother

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user48 IS THAT Y/N AND LANDO

user49 lando and y/n omg??

user50 OMG?????

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landonorris guess not 👀

yourbff AHHHHHH ily guys

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user56 scream

user57 BIG REVEAL?!

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user58 YEA I BET IT DID

user59 just missing charles!!!!

user60 i love lando and carlos' friendship sm

user61 interesting

user62 not her acting like nothing is going on 😝

user63 WE KNOW

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yourusername hits different cause it's u

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user64 peep oscar

lilyzneimer pretty couple 🫶

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user65 omgggg mclaren wag bffs

alexandrasaintmleux ily y/n

yourusername ilysm❤️🧡

yourbff GORGEOUS COUPLE

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user66 omg im so excited

user67 best big reveal ever

landonorris wow. look at u

yourusername donttttt. you'll make me blush 😭

user68 i love them omg

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user69 AHHH TERRITORIAL LANDO YES PLSSS

user70 god she's hot

yourusername NOOO I SAID STOP I'LL BLUSH😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris you think i dont want that???!

yourusername obsessed with u omg

landonorris obsessed with u a lot more trust

THE END 🧡

[big-brainrot-hours]

More Xiao plz..?

Xiao || General Headcanons

Hehehehe lucky for you I have SO many thoughts about Xiao. He is on my mind all day every day. I also decided to do softer headcanons for this one since I’ve been hurting him a lot on here recently lol

These headcanons are a mix of sagau and non sagau, so enjoy!!

Warnings: sagau, mentions of past abuse, overall it’s very soft tho

Headcanons under the cut!

— — — — — — —

Xiao is actually a fairly merciful being. Yes, he murders people, but that doesn’t mean he feels good about it. He would rather avoid it if possible, and after he clears out an area, he usually makes sure to light some incense and say a prayer for those who were slain. If he can’t do it then, he always makes sure to come back and do it afterward.

He has a personal rule about never killing those who don’t deserve it, and that includes the monsters of Teyvat. He only does so if he’s left with no other choice. That doesn’t mean collateral damage doesn’t happen though. It’s canon that Xiao’s so strong that no living mortal has ever seen him fight, because if you’re that close, it’s pretty much guaranteed you’ll die just from how much power he emits. Which is why the rituals and prayers that he does afterward are so important to him.

Y'know how Rex Lapis has like, a human body and a not human body?? I believe that all of the adepti do, and that includes Xiao! I haven’t decided exactly what I think his alternate form looks like yet, but he has wings! He hasn’t flown in forever, but he does take good care of his wings to keep them looking somewhat nice after his feathers grew back. In his human form, he can summon his wings, and if you ask, he will take you flying somewhere! Sure, he’ll get flustered, but he’ll do it :)

During his youth, Xiao traveled a lot, so he didn’t really have a dedicated shrine or altar for you. Now, though, he has one of those adeptal realms in a teapot, and he has a small altar dedicated to you. It’s nothing big or fancy like many of the other people of Teyvat have, and definitely not anything one would expect of an adeptus, but it’s what Xiao prefers. He knows that when it comes to worshipping you, it’s the thought that counts, so his altar consists of only a small statue of you and a pretty incense burner. The other things on the altar are offerings that he’s brought and felt like you’d like enough, so they stay.

His offerings typically include almond tofu, qingxin flowers, crystal cores, pretty shiny rocks/crystals, or drawings of you.

OKAY SO! This one isn’t that sagau related, but he is a bird!!! He likes shiny rocks!! He’ll never admit it, of course, and no one really knows. But if you know him well enough to tell apart his different cues, even though his facial expression doesn’t change, there’s no denying the way his eyes light up when he sees a particularly shiny rock. Sometimes he'll pick one up and bring it back to you.

Aside from Morax, Xiao is the strongest of the adepti in Liyue. He can summon winds strong enough to form hurricanes if he’s mad, and his more extreme battles typically end up leveling whatever was around him at the time, whether it be villages, hills, or even mountains.

Okay, so I know this is completely wild and out of nowhere, but I headcanon that Xiao is an artist. Both sagau and not sagau, he was tortured by Osial and wasn’t free from his abuse until the end of the Archon War. During that time, he wanted to get to work ridding Liyue of demons, but Morax wouldn’t let him. He basically demanded that Xiao take time to heal. His wounds were extensive, and he had not only fresh ones from the war, but many, many, many untreated injuries from his time before. This causes him to need rest for a while. Xiao hates that he can’t do anything, and it makes him feel like he’s trapped again, so some of the other yakshas will bring him things to maybe keep him occupied. It works, but only for so long. He refuses to read if he finds something boring, and he reads fast anyway, so the books they bring him don’t do much, and he doesn’t care much for mortal games or puzzles. However, one of them brings him a journal and suggests that he write in it because it might help keep his mind occupied. He ended up doodling in there instead and found that he had zoned out during that point. So, bedridden and bored, he began to learn how to draw.

And even now, after all these years, it’s still something that he does often. Whenever he gets a break from fighting demons and doesn’t have any other business, he retreats into his adeptal realm, where he has some art supplies stored away and lets himself get lost in the art process. Most of his works are landscapes with pretty lighting and colors that the human eye can’t perceive. In Sagau, though, half of his works consist of his god enjoying their creation. Relaxing beneath the shade of a tree or under the stars. Some are just doodles, though. However, no one knows he’s an artist, and he intends to keep it that way. The only person he’d even consider showing his art to is you, and that's only if you ask about it first.

However, if he’s feeling really soft, he might come up to you, scowl on his flushed face, and hand you a folded up piece of paper. Unfold it and you’ll find a picture of you, drawn in exquisite detail, looking as lovely as ever. He won’t look at you, afraid of your reaction, because what if you don’t like it? But looking from his slightly red cheeks to the way he glances at you only to quickly look away, it’s pretty easy to piece two and two together.

[reservethesun]

Could you do Pang and Wave with list one general #7? Plz 🥺

Yesssssss ;adfjldajfk, this one is so perfect for them. I almost want to turn it into something bigger but that requires more thought than I can put forth right now. Thank you for the prompt! [ Prompt Post ]

Pairing: PangWave Word Count: 535 Rating: G (Mild blood warning) Prompt: “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

Wave enjoyed the afternoons where it was quiet. He was able to just sit there in the dorm and mess around on his computer and didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone. Until a particularly loud voice could be heard in the hall calling his name and growing closer. Wave sighed and dropped his head backward, staring up at the ceiling for several seconds as he prayed for the noise to just go away. However, his prayers went unanswered because the door burst open and Pang came rushing into the room, practically stumbling over his own two feet. “Wave!” he shouted once again, ignoring the annoyed shouts from one of the neighboring students.

“What do you w- Is that blood?” Wave lifted his head as he spoke and focused on the obvious bit of blood that was on Pang’s leg just below his knee.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now,” Pang insisted, waving a hand as if he could wave off the concern. “What does matter is-”

“You are literally bleeding.” Pang heaved a sigh as Wave got up from his chair and moved across the room. “Sit.”

“Will you lis-”

“Sit, or I’m leaving.” Pang sighed again but he went to sit down on the chair that Wave had vacated.

“Can I tell you now?”

“Is it really important?” Wave didn’t look at Pang as he grabbed a first aid kit from where it was stored in one of the drawers in the room.

“That depends on what your definition of really important is.” Pang swiveled back and forth on the chair. He smiled in what many would consider a charming way as Wave finally looked at him while starting to walk back to the chair.

“Death or dismemberment.” Wave’s tone of voice was flat, but Pang lifted his brows and chuckled anyway. He couldn’t help it, even though he could remember when that was a legitimate concern for them and their friends.

“We’re not in high school anymore.” And maybe the light hearted tone in his voice was out of place considering the weight and truth in the comment, but Pang found that humor was the easiest way to deal with everything that had happened.

Despite how insistent he had been to talk to Wave before he had gotten to the room, Pang remained quiet as Wave sat down on the floor in front of him. Wave didn’t say anything as he inspected the still bleeding, fairly deep cut on Pang’s leg before using the first aid kit’s contents to clean and bandage the injury. It wasn’t that bad - likely caused from Pang falling in the courtyard in his rush to get back to the dorms. It was bleeding quite a bit but those types of injuries did. “You might need stitches,” Wave commented, finally looking up at Pang instead of his leg.

“Maybe you should become a doctor,” replied Pang instead of actually responding to the comment. Wave rolled his eyes and shoved at the chair to make it roll back away from him, making Pang just laugh as the distance between them grew and he forgot all about telling Wave what he’d wanted to say in the first place.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e131

How we feeling everyone? Are we ready for the possibility of everything going absolutely and horribly wrong? I know I’m not!

Sam

Sam

SAM

NO

This man

SAAAAAM

OH MY GOD

"I have a mirror where is it?!" Sam

I hope he was planning on a haircut anyway

The things this man will do to horrify his friends

"That was despicable" he says of his friends (mostly) doing his best to keep him from destroying his hair

[[MORE]]

"Do we still do years!?" mood

Matt did you just call them Vox Machina

Yeeeeesssss Yasha time to prove yourself baby!!

Oh dang Matt that’s a cool way to make sure the rest of them get to be involved

I have a feeling that (if) she loses the lesson will be that her strength comes from her friends and that she doesn’t have to do things alone? Something along those lines

Damn Liam don’t hold back xD

They’re gonna kill her in the first round omg

I love how they’re still so proud whenever she remembers to rage

Thank Kord for that tho

Travis’s just literal YELLS of delight when she goes reckless lol

S: "what’s my backstory"

M: ":) here’s ur backstory u little shit"

Travis just SHOUTING is literally the best part of this

He’s having SO much fun and is so happy for Ashley it’s adorable

RIP storm Laura

I thought for sure she said 66 and I died

Sam is truly the most chaotic man I’ve ever seen

Oh my GODDD YES GIRL

Sam’s antics are so funny

Go Yasha go Yasha go Yasha come on girl

YES it’s about time

I’m having some emotions

Oh thank gods Wentsforth is okay at least

I’m still worried as fuck about Yussah though

Something tells me he’s not on Darktow?

JESTER

he asked you NOT to

I’m gonna be emo about Fjord and Vandrin now

"No spoilers please" oh I love him instantly

Hot springs before they gk to a nice frozen wasteland of doom, good call

Oh I hope he’s not upset

Okay good

I’m glad that went over well

Yeah y’all should definitely warn Essek? And you should definitely like? Call him? Now?

"Do you think you could work alongside your abuser?" THANK you Beau for straight up calling it like it is

I really really really don’t want them fighting alongside Trent

And also they should kinda consult Essek about this? He’s not gonna want to fight alongside them

Also yeah listen Beau’s right the concern isn’t about you killing him it’s about him preying on and distracting you through your trauma

"You may be under scrutiny. Ikythong could know about our involvement with you. He could be coming. Maybe we could help though. Where are you now?"

Oh boy poor Essek

"This is challenging tidings. Um. Then I cannot stay here long. I am at the outpost. If you still need my help we should leave soon. Soon."

Oh babe.

CALLIOPE ARE YOU UP

ARE YOU UP

CALLIOPE ARE YOU UP

god he’s the best little brother

Okay okay they made it to Eiselcross at least

Now just get to my boy

Oh NO that’s too far

I was hoping we’d get into a fight this episode just to save my stress levels but at this point it’s looking like that will be next week

Literally my only consolation rn is that Matt won’t send them into another huge battle with no spells if he can help it

Aw Fjord! He seems upset :(

HOT BOI

“Friends, please, enter.”

Y’all listen to Essek in this

Trent isn’t to be trusted here

Caleb apologizing for putting Essek in danger like Caleb babe </3

He was already in danger

Oh SHIT I’ve been waiting for Essek to find out about the eyes on Caleb (and Beau but obviously mostly Caleb)

I should write fic about that actually

Seriously though guys please listen to Essek on this one

E: “I am jealous... of the bravery and confidence you have in such things. I am still a coward.”

C: “Coward? You’ve dared much.” (Okayokayokayokayokay)

E: “I have done everything for myself, and when any of it came to bear I have done everything I can to hide and flee. I am more than happy to go and put my life on the line for this cause, but there is something about that man and what he could bring upon me and those he—he may very well be coming anyway, but if you want to work with him I may have to work independently, maybe follow. I feel I would make this messier than it needs to work. I’m not saying I’d leave you alone, but... you’d have to work separately.”

Thank god Fjord thanks for seeing reason

“Would you mind terribly taking off your shirt?”

Caduceus that’s Caleb’s line

For real tho guys plz listen to Essek and don’t ask Trent for help

“One person that we can trust—“ they trust Essek again and I’m CRYING about it

OmG I can’t breathe

Hot boiiiiio finally going on a trip with the gang! Sure hope nobody does horrifically!

“We are going to stick with you. We feel we can trust you more.”

Like a small hit to the heart and also making him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside y’all I’m crying

“I am thankful for the trust you put in me and I hope to... make this up to you. ...Anyway I’m bad at such discussions. Shall we?”

My BOY

Dagen makes nine

Prayer circle for next week guys I can’t lose a second purple fave in this campaign

[amelialincoln]

Good Days pt 3

“Link.” Amelia’s voice was thick with exhaustion and pain. He glanced over at her, temporarily ignoring the nurse who was talking to him about Amelia’s post birth care and placed a hand over her trembling one. This seemed like her millionth contraction and Link didn’t know if he could handle even one more. Amelia’s eyes squeezed shut and she let out the pathetic moan that he’d begun so used to hearing. Link hadn’t really processed the idea that Amelia was going to give birth without any pain meds. The couple hadn’t really taken the time to go over the birth plan together and Link had completely forgotten that Amelia didn’t want to be given an epidural. He hadn’t helped with a whole lot of births in his career without one and almost wished he’d had the preparation. “Where’s Addie?” She forced out.

“She’s coming,” he promised her, moving so that she could lay her head on his chest for support. “Her cab is just in traffic.”

“She’s six centimeters,” the nurse announced, as if it was good news. Amelia burst into tears and covered her face in her shaky hands. Link sighed, wiping the small beads of sweat that had formed at her hairline. He tied her hair back with a claw clip and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He’d run out of ways to comfort her and it was infuriating him that there was nothing he could do.

“I just wanna go home,” Amelia sobbed. “I want to hold Ellie and play cars with Bailey and sleep. I don’t want to have this baby.” That last part made him flinch. Did she not want to have a baby with him? Was she regretting her...their choice? “Link, stop,” she exclaimed and he realized that he’d been squeezing her too hard while deep in thought.

“I’m--” his apology was cut off by the opening of the patient room’s door.

“Addie,” Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. Link felt some of the tension melt away from her shoulders. He wished he could understand Amelia’s attachment to this woman he’d never met. He didn’t see why, if all else had failed, it was such an issue for Carina to be Amelia’s OB.

“I’d apologize for being late but I think you're the one who owes me one,” the redhead’s voice was strict but full of affection. She tied her hair back swiftly and gave Amelia a gleaming smile. “Hey, little sis.” Link had started to wonder why Amelia needed so many sisters despite having three of her own. He felt her begin to shake and he looked down to find her tearing up again.

“Mia?” He was reaching a whole new level of helplessness. Amelia refused to tear her eyes away from her old friend.

“I missed you,” she choked out. “This isn’t a unicorn baby, Addie.”

“I know.” The way Addison smiled made Link feel comforted and he didn’t even have any idea what was going on. “From your chart it seems like he’s been stirring up all kinds of trouble.”

“He’s a kicker,” Link offered. He was relieved when Amelia nodded. The small gesture that confirmed that he’d said something right made him want to wrap her up into a hug and never let go. Jesus this woman had him hooked.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you.” Addison turned to him. “I’ve heard great things.” She winked at Amelia. “But it’s not like you have a whole lot to live up to.” Her expression darkened so momentarily that Link questioned if it had even happened. Something was telling him that she’d seen something in Amelia that he’d never experienced. Amelia’s next contraction pulled him out of his thoughts and he shifted into a position that allowed him to press firmly on her lower back. Her contractions had gotten strong enough that the pressure point had started to provide little relief but he decided to try it anyways. She relaxed momentarily before tensing up again and letting out a heartbreaking cry of pain. “Amelia, breath,” Addison ordered, her eyes flicked to the monitor and she frowned. “Your BP is low, have you eaten?”

“Not for awhile. She threw up the last time she tried,” Link answered when his girlfriend couldn’t. He stared down at her and took in her clammy skin and pale complexion. Filled with guilt he realized she’d been looking like she was about to pass out for probably an hour now.

“Let’s push fluids in her IV,” Addison barely acknowledged the nurse as she typed notes quickly into her Ipad. “Go get her soup or a smoothie or something from the cafeteria.” It took Link a moment to realize she was talking to him and the idea of leaving, despite Addison being here for him now, terrified him.

“I can grab that,” Maggie’s voice interrupted his thoughts from the doorway and Link said a silent prayer. She gave Amelia her famous sister comforting smile and introduced herself to Addison. Link pulled his girlfriend into his chest tightly.

“I’m okay,” the lack of pain in her voice was almost too comforting. “You’re going to have to get used to this if we end up having the four kids I always planned on,” she teased.

“Four?” Link gawked. One birth seemed like enough for a lifetime and he wasn’t even the one experiencing it.

“Your mind blocks out the memory of the pain once you give birth. I’ll be ready in no time,” she winked.

“Well guess who won’t forget.” Link’s smile masked his complaining tone and Amelia couldn’t help but grin back.

“I’m going to go put on scrubs and let Chief Bailey know I’m here.” Addison interrupted the couple’s momentary look of content and smiled to herself. “Man, I could get used to saying that. Chief Bailey,” she tried out the words again as she walked out of the room.

                                                          [][][]

“Okay, Amelia,” Addison’s gloves snapped as she pulled them on, “time to push.”

“I can’t,” Amelia was drenched in sweat. She’d contracted all night and hadn’t slept in what felt like days. Link hadn’t slept either. Whenever he would close his eyes he’d be immediately awoken by Amelia crying out in pain and would feel guilty for even trying to nap. “Addie, I can’t.”

“Yes you can, Amelia.” Addison probed the underside of her belly softly and moved Amelia’s legs into a bent position. “You’ve been through worse.” Link wasn’t sure whether that was aimed at his girlfriend or if Addison was simply murmuring it to herself. “Next contraction, just like last time.” Amelia gave no response, instead she leaned her head back with exhaustion and squeezed her eyes shut, Link could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. “Amy, this is not the time to give up.” There was a hint of panic in Addison’s voice and it scared him. Link menuevered his way behind his limp girlfriend’s body until he was sitting directly behind her with her leaning on his chest. Her skin was practically burning against his cold touch. Amelia had cranked the thermostat down hours ago and the inside of the room was freezing.

“I’m here for you,” he pushed sweaty pieces of hair aside and mumbled into her ear so quickly he began to doubt if she heard him.

“I need something,” her head swooned and she practically fell back into his chest, “for the pain.” That made Addison shift uncomfortably at her place between Amelia’s legs.

“Are you sure?” Link wasn’t sure how to reply.

“It hurts,” her voice was as delicate as a china doll and was beginning to break. “I can’t I-” The next contraction hit her like a ton of bricks and she wailed in a way that made Link want to run out of the room.

“Push, Amelia,” Addison ordered. “I’ll take you up to an OR now if you don’t.”

“Come on, babe.” Link was surprised by the urgency in his own voice, he caressed her tight abdomen gently and prayed that he wouldn’t have to sit beside her in an operating room.

The next half hour was painful. Link could tell she was doing her best but as every contraction came and went he felt Amelia grow weaker in his arms. Which is why when Addison announced that the head was cleared, Link could barely suppress his surprise. He found his eyes searching for Addison’s and she gave him a nod of confirmation.

“Couple more now,” Addison patted Amelia’s thigh affectionately. Link coaxed Amelia through two more pushes until he felt her body give up.

“I can’t--” she started.

“You don’t have to,” Addison grinned and at that very moment the couple heard the sounds of their baby boy’s cries for the very first time. Amelia erupted into sobs and Link could feel himself melt inside just a tiny bit. He didn’t say a word as Addison passed the wiggling infant into Amelia’s shaky arms and counted each finger and toe silently. The baby’s cries ceased the moment he was placed on Amelia’s chest and cuddled up soundlessly into his mother.

“He’s perfect,” Amelia squeaked, looking up at Link to confirm, who nodded. He looked so much like his father already and reminded her so clearly of someone else. The realization hit her so hard she had to gasp. The baby in her arms looked remarkably like Derek did as a baby. Although, she’d only ever seen photos there was no denying it.

“Derek,” Addison murmured. Amelia looked up in shock and her eye’s met her brother’s first wife’s teary ones. “The resemblance…”

“I mean he’s so young but it’s,” Amelia paused in disbelief, “his nose and,” she searched her peaceful son’s face, “those eyes.” She looked up at Link with delight. “He’s got your bone structure, look at that little jawline.”

“Good to know there’s a little bit of me in there,” Link teased, holding back tears. It was true, the baby was Shepherd through and through. From the dark features to the piercing blue eyes but Link could see pieces of himself scattered in there as well. The couple could’ve spent hours marvelling him while Amelia got stitched up but eventually Addison had to take their boy away for some tests and they both tried to ignore how much it hurt them to hear his cries as she lifted him out of his mother’s grasp. “Are you comfortable? Hurting at all? I can--”

“Just hold me,” Amelia chuckled. “I just need a nap.”

“Okay,” Link finally let himself relax knowing that she was alright and that everyone and everything he cared about was going to be just fine.

this is the final bit of this fic. I've written tons of post birth fics so plz don't ask for a continuation without reading those haha :)

[realcube]

my (christmas) gift to you based off of your favourite haikyuu!! character 🎁

ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵘⁿ ˡᵒˡ ᵖˡᶻ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ 💕

if you don’t celebrate christmas then consider it a gift for being a great person! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

tw// mentions of depression, suicide, swearing, contraception, drugs 

KARASUNO ❄

coach ukai  ➸  a cure for daddy issues and horny 😔

ittetsu takeda  ➸ some respect 👍 

daichi sawamura  ➸ a supportive parent/friend 😳 or maybe a mug with ‘world’s best _____’ on it 

(fanon) kōshi sugawara  ➸ some fkn confidence plz you deserve it

(canon) kōshi sugawara  ➸ idk what i’d get you but i’d get your friend group a new therapist friend- you seriously need a break ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰)

asahi azumane  ➸ a plushie of any sorts

kiyoko shimizu  ➸ a girlfriend :)

ryūnosuke tanaka  ➸ money.

saeko tanaka  ➸ money. but more..

yū nishinoya  ➸ i would do your hw for 2 weeks and HAIR DYE

chikara ennoshita  ➸ anti-depressants- IDFERGB JK uh i’d get you like a snowglobe unless you wanted to take me up on the first offer

nartita/kinoshita  ➸ a world where they get more screen time and are included in official art ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

kei tsukishima  ➸ i can’t tell if you have amazing taste or awful taste but either way i’m giving you some human affection plz take it, you need it 

tadashi yamaguchi  ➸  a hug 🥺 and if you don’t want a hug then a blanket

tobio kageyama  ➸ therapy

shōyō hinata  ➸ the whole fkn world 😭 and if not, then stilts bc i ain’t ever seen a tall hinata stan ✨

hitoka yachi  ➸ idk if i can get you passes on all your tests but i’ll try- and if i can’t, i’ll make you a study playlist 💞

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ❄ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

NEKOMA 🐈

(fanon; smart) tetsurō kuroo  ➸ a hot nerdy s/o lmao

(fanon; sexualised) tetsurō kuroo  ➸ your reproductive organs removed- plz don’t procreate ✋ JK JK uM but deadass contraception

(canon) tetsurō kuroo  ➸ i’ll sacrifice something to you 🙏🛐 god bless

morisuke yaku  ➸ a break from work/school/life- more escapism basically

lev haiba  ➸ friends who don’t pick on you 💓

kenma kuzome  ➸ a way to make people respect your preferred pronouns/name 😤 or maybe an amiibo card

taketora yamamoto ➸ money to spend on someone’s onlyfans smh

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ❄ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

AOBA JOHSAI HIGH 👑

tōru oikawa  ➸ the ability to do things without constantly comparing yourself to other people/your past-self. . . or just anything with oikawa’s face on it

hajime iwaizumi ➸ an oikawa plushie to beat up 

issei matsukawa  ➸ like ik the only thing you want is for him to rail you but i can’t make that happen so perhaps an amazon giftcard instead?

takahiro hanamaki  ➸ weed

kentarō kyōtani  ➸ you are probably the softest mf with the biggest degradation kink so like.. idk i’d spit on you or sumn

akira kunimi  ➸ a neck pillow so you can sleep on the go

shigeru yahaba  ➸ AEWIUHFEBF IS THIS YOUR MAN?!?! OH I AM DECEASED 💀💀- anyway i’d get you a pair of working fkn eye 💞

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ❄ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

SHIRATORIZAWA 🦅

wakatoshi ushijima  ➸ if you are a ushi gushy stan then my gift to you is my thoughts and prayers but if you are a ushiwaka lover then you get a firm hand shake (yes, they are two different ppl)

eita semi  ➸ i’d listen to and follow your playlists (and maybe get you your favourite artist on vinyl or sumn like that)

satori tendō ➸ lots of alcohol and whether you choose to drink it or commit arson it completely up to you

reon ōhira  ➸ the demolition of capitalism

tsutomu goshiki  ➸ a card

kenjirō shirabu  ➸ standards

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ❄ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

OTHER 🎄

kōtarō bokuto  ➸ love or maybe dick idrk

keiji akaashi  ➸ more coffee shop aus

atsumu miya  ➸ your favourite character is atsumu miya? pfft i’d get you a microphone so you can preform your stand-up comedy elsewhere (￣、￣) ik it’s sangwoo- 

osamu miya  ➸ a lovely s/o that’ll cook for you 

yūji terushima  ➸ idk if you want to be him or be with him but either way i think you need hair dye (and maybe a matching tongue piercing) 

rintaro suna  ➸ a follow to your meme account

shinsuke kita  ➸ i would get you shinsuke kita

takanobu aone  ➸ a long happy life (◡‿◡) you deserve it 

kanji koganegawa  ➸ idk why but koganegawa gives me kaminari vibes so like..dinsey plus lol

[thecrenellations]

Thick as Thieves Undead-Blog, Part One | when your liveblog falls in a well then climbs out covered in flour | my notes from reading the book for the first time, Spring 2017

Expect yelling, lines that stuck out to me, and references that might only make sense in my head! Do not expect any meaningful analysis; I was simply reading this book, losing my mind, and feeling like I was falling in love. (Context provided in italics.)

Part Two

Chapters 1-5:

Ch. 1 - Kamet meets Costis and finds out about Nahuseresh’s “death” 

1. similar start to KoA and ACoK? and Thief?? feeling stupid

2. smashed bottle of remchik (amphora motif?)

RUSTICATE

oh no Nahuseresh why you’re married!

3. a new character! (Laela)

5. u look like a pomegranate

6. how old is Kamet?

8. “crooked men assume others are crooked as well” like thieves and philanderers...

10. Laela thinks Attolia is doomed?

ORNON????

“nature of world” is that what you really think?

trained as a child

11. poor eyesight

PAH COSTIS IS BACK i’m emotional

A VERY LARGE ATTOLIAN

12. THANK THE ETERNAL GODS HE WAS A CHATTY ATTOLIAN THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK

13. everyone is smart

a deep well of spite, low cunning

14. physical description of Costis?!?

he says he has so much power but he ... hides in alcoves? behind urns?

15. backward Attolia

a match made in hell (Kamet’s assessment of Gen and Irene)

K’s backstory

what does he like? does he WANT wealth and power?

16. *****“There is freedom and power” ***** (this quote was featured in some of the promotion before publication, I think, so it stuck out to me as especially important, though it probably would have anyway because it says a whole lot about Kamet’s perspective!)

oh no well there goes my wish for insight into Nahuseresh RIP (I didn’t LIKE Nahuseresh and particularly want to get to know him better, but I did go into this book hoping we’d get a more nuanced view of some of the Mede court ... turns out we absolutely DID get some serious insight into Nahuseresh despite him not appearing in person ... oof. I do still hope that RotT gives us even more Mede characters or fleshes out the other ambassadors - Akretenesh and Melheret (though we we just see them through the eyes of people like Sophos who vehemently oppose them) still seem less unique/complex/human compared to other antagonist-types like Ambiades, Sejanus, reader’s choice of baron.)

17. tears ... not for him though

 21. Shesmegah = Philia?

22. Rabbit and Lion!!!

23. Bear ... thx mwt <3 plz don’t be foreshadowing (Gen compares himself to a dancing bear ... so “there had been a white bear once, a gift from the Braelings in the north, but it had died in the heat” is pretty ominous, especially considering the animal allusions to another character on the previous page!)

24. he’s leaving the gates an enemy of king!

Ch. 2 - Kamet bumps into Immakuk and then Costis, the Anet’s Dream burns

28. how do they know who’s a slave?

clothes, chain

it’s Odin (listen. Odin and Immakuk both have one eye and show up a lot! I was totally on the right track. Shoutout to The Saga of the Volsungs ;) )

Enforcers of Imperial Peace give me a break! (i mean, in the US police are often officially called “peace officers” so, fair)

is he a god? srsly

32. the first of my many lies (“you said after noon”)

is this post-annuxing? no?

We went to the theater

34. I am a good judge of men

35. “i could evade the attolian far more easily than the palace guard” he is a palace guard <3

36. HIS ACCENT IS STILL HORRIBLE also your god’s favor

37. uhhh omg

38. omg OMG OMGOMG OMG (this was me generally losing it at Kamet’s assessment of Costis and at “he told me his name, as if he expected me to use it” I still cannot get over that line)

that’s one way to get Ornon out of your hair

39. Has C picked up the mind-reading habit

“take a seat” ... parallel to first KoA scene with Costis and Gen?

40. so certain of my place in the world

DIVESTED himself of his shirt

41. soooooooo bad bad institution (Kamet is thinking about the other slaves being executed)

42. Mercy buds (Kamet and Costis/Shesmegah and Philia)

44. more retrospect/depth in narration than Sophos, even (“I should have had more respect for his quick thinking” etc)

"i wanted to believe i steered the course of my future” no it’s Gen aka the gods

47. Story time!

friends

53. Ziggurat vs tower?

54. Costis is good in a crisis

55. what is this (Kamet’s swimming struggles)

“cooped up”

Ch. 3 - Kamet and Costis stay in Sherguz, then leave by caravan

62. making excuses to hang w Costis 4eva

who set the boat on fire?

who was the merchant on it?

68. know my secret??

wtf Costis you put a rock in your breastplate?

73. holy shit “eloquent”

lol this scene! (Costis negotiating with Roamanj)

“you are asking this because i look like your generous old uncle” his uncle is NOT generous tho

75. what is palm grease? :o 

does C really not know N is dead? what if he isn’t ....? (lol don’t give me too much credit for this thought, I quickly dismissed it)

76. sign of the idiot!

78. Aris! <3 Wish I hadn’t been spoiled for this! (by the character list absolutely crammed full of spoilers in all the new paperbacks)

79. Are these like the large caravans Eddis took?

85. around the fire interesting education vibes + romance?

I’m so proud of Costis!

Ch. 4 - Contains lions and backstory

89. Yes! (Namreen attack. I don’t know what in particular I was excited about. Possibly Costis’s comment that the guy who stabbed Kamet didn’t have his guard up? Or just everything.)

90. Wow! When u get over it, compare to Costis w/ Gen hurt!

93. “why namreen” OMG Kamet tell him!!! it’s important!

94. no one knows what my king knows

95. a herd of cats!

damn yeah issues

A LION!!! wtf 

I would LOVE to hear Costis hiss

OMG COSTIS NO

96. prayers ouch ... oxe harbrea?

98. oh my god

101. Costis is kind

105. Costis is accustomed to passing the day in silence - but he fills the silence here w/ Kamet w/ horrible jokes!

god what was K’s childhood

106. OMG sand in food

107. OMG so cute (Costis telling stories about Gen)

108. So so so! :)

110. I am aghast I continue to be aghast I’m surprised This Incident wasn’t common knowledge tho (How did you come to Ianna-Ir? I punched the king in the face.)

112. well that was a long and slightly weird story (abt Costis’s story of the above. I was channelling something Martin says in the Cabin Pressure episode “Fitton” about the sauce?)

116. Attolian slang omg

literally the main suspense/climax is when is Kamet going to call Costis by his name?!?!!!

117. [doodle of caggi conversation, see photo at top of post]

126. omg they were both in Attolia but not together

if Kamet was in the kitchen then does he know Sandy? (LJ fandom name for Brinna before we knew who she was)

127. OMG nutcakes vs Irene (“She was as beautiful as the Queen of the Night, but the Attolian nutcakes ... were even more beautiful -- and they wouldn’t kill you.”)

looks like a nutcake is actually a nutcake

looks like a nutcake could actually kill u? (I THINK ABOUT THIS CONCEPT A LOT. someday I will make a post about it)

Ch. 5 - Road trip continues, Ne Malia/Koadester

131. So proud of Costis’s acting! (losing money to sell the chain)

136. the truth? (Kamet’s backstory)

we’re just getting more (as readers)

140. IT’S ODIN (onion farmer)

143. fastener?

144. wooo (thoughts about “new authority as a free man”)

151. crack in china cup returns

153. Costis you’re sharing your king’s confidence!

154. Eugenides here to break up your empire!

lol Melheret Gen why

156. “squabbles” wars all reduced to reliable trade route!

apparently I became too engrossed to take notes as their pursuers caught up to them, because that’s all for this chapter! The journey will continue when I’ve typed up more ... let me know if anything is incomprehensible. Thanks for reading!

[onstarsandiron]

Might As Well Face It, You’re Addicted To Love: Chapter 3!

I’m actually going to shoot out like three chapters here -- I wanted to write all three before posting to make sure they flowed well and that I knew where they were going, lol. I know you all are waiting with baited breath, of course, so thank you so much for your patience

AO3 link here

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 [here] / 4  / 5 / ?

Jax

              The lunchroom in the office was always clean and tidy. It was pleasant and cheery, with colors that were neither too drab nor migraine-inducing; simply nice. If there was such a thing as an ideal lunchroom, this would be it. Jax entered, grabbed his lunch from the fridge, and left.

              He made his way to a very quiet supply closet in which he’d placed a chair once upon a time and took his seat, setting his lunch on the already-cleared spot of shelving. The lunchroom was an open plan and the tables left no room to hide from his boss who had a habit of wanting something the second Jax sat down. And when Deb wanted something, she wanted it now. Jax wanted thirty minutes, just thirty minutes, of his life to himself.

              He’d packed himself a simple sandwich, but when he opened his lunch, he found that somehow some carrot sticks, a baby belle cheese, and half a cookie had found their way into his bag. Jax couldn’t help but smile. He had no idea when Talle slipped all this in, but no doubt it was her. She was such a mama bear sometimes. It made him forget about his impossibly permanently coffee-stained shirt for just a minute.

              He took out his phone and took a picture of the meal, sending it to Talle with a heart and a chef emoji. She’d want to know that he actually sat down and ate, anyway. He then turned his attention to the texts he hadn’t been able to answer while he was working. Elara had sent him a meme, Di had put in the group chat the actual logistics of the night, Riggs had sent him an audio message but when he listened it was just shuffling so Jax wrote that off as Riggs still not knowing how to use his phone. Ana had texted him about ten minutes ago asking after Barger. He hadn’t responded in the chat recently and he wasn’t answering texts or calls. Jax shrugged and replied back, “Only just getting towards 2, probably not awake yet.”

              Barger, who was older than the rest of them by a few years, had a bad habit for late nights. And gambling. And drinking. And being an unpleasant person. He was tolerable, though, and, much more importantly, the only person to fill their position willingly.

              A typing bubble popped up and a moment later Ana’s reply did too. “True,” then, “If he shows up drunk again ill kill him tho”

              Jax smiled. He sent three knife emojis, so they’d show up big, followed by, “Plz do.” Yes, Barger was tolerable, but only just barely. And Ana really would kick his ass if he was stumbling around on stage like last time. If he’s that bad tonight, Jax might even help.

              Jax decided the man deserved at least a chance to be aware of his expectations and texted to Barger, “If u miss the show or come drunk, Anas going to drop kick you to the moon.” The message delivered, but Jax wouldn’t hold his breath for a read receipt. His and Barger’s text thread was not an extensive one, and Barger was known for one-word or no answers.

              He was most of his way through his sandwich and still had a good fifteen minutes until he’d force himself out of the closet (ha) and to reenter the death grips of corporate secretary work. He decided to open up YouTube and listen through a couple songs. He kept his volume down since he was, you know, hiding, but closed his eyes to try and get as much of the sound as he could. Sandwich in his right hand, he mimed the notes to play with his left.

He just had to get through the rest of the day, and tonight was going to be great.

It was more of a prayer than a belief, but it would do.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 [here] / 4  / 5 / ?

[roses-ruby]

So lemme just rant as a fellow desi, I have seen couples live with each other despite one or both of them being disloyal hoes and they stay together just coz our culture looks down on separation and frankly its toxic. Like I know you have probably written a lot of the chtmd2 already,but bro, I would love to see Jimin suffer, I would love to see the OC fcking drag that bitch through this emotional turmoil where he absolutely craves her but she got no fcks to give and he will WEEP at his LOSS

WHAT HAS GOT YOU IN THIS MOOD HSBJSBJ i’m crine

Rant to me anytime babydoll, I absolutely fucking agree with you and have a few things to say myself. I was talking about this to my sister a few weeks ago, and we were talking about how people look down on not just separation, but specifically women being separated. They literally look at her like picky used goods. It’s revolting. I told my sister then, that I will never see divorce as anything but liberation. I don’t care which lovestruck, heart in his ass fool wants to disagree and call it terrible, divorce is freedom and I have a lot of respect for women who understand that their relationship, although matrimonial, is toxic or unworthy for them. 

I once saw somewhere that this guy asked his grandmother “Grandma, how come people got divorced less in your lifetime?” To which the grandmother responded with something along the lines of “Because back then, if there was a problem, we actually worked on our marriage, rather than get divorced over the smallest shit.” LMAO this old bitch lying through her missing front teeth hddhkbdk no, you didn’t get divorced because society told you not to. You didn’t get divorced because you were scared and scarified yourself and your man beating up on you daily seemed more promising than rotting homeless. You didn’t get divorced because you were barely educated, not able to get a job and provide for yourself and your husband knew that and took advantage of it. You didn’t get divorced because of the fake info going around that children will be scarred after divorce. You didn’t get divorced because you let the opinions of everyone but your own self run you, and threw aside your happiness, pain, anger, hurt until you were numb. You didn’t get divorced because of misogyny, and only that. Not because you ever had anything to work on grandma. And now you’re sitting here, judging other women because you believe that if you can get through an alcoholic and abusive husband for your children, so should they. Pathetic.

It is not just divorce, have you seen the way our culture treats widowed women??? Last year, my mother’s friend (also desi) lost her husband to a heart attack. She was rightfully devastated. Us and a few other desi women decided to give her a visit to make sure she’s holding up. My mother and I, knowing that the poor woman probably hadn’t eaten yet made her and her 14 yr old son sandwiches, daal, and chai. So we go to her house, where most of the women had already arrived (also you know the desi woman circle, everyone knows each other). She’s on her sofa, crying her eyes out and everyone’s circling her and calling her ‘poor thing.’ Anyway, as we sit down we start to notice smthg really strange. Other than us, no one had brought her anything to eat or drink. Which is fine whatever, but they weren’t even offering her words of comfort??? They were saying shit like “Don’t go outside of the house without wearing a black veil, it is a sin.” “Read a certain prayer through the whole night for your husband without sleeping.” “Don’t wear jewerly or bangles ever again.” One even told her to not step out of her house when she talked about finding work!

Needless to say, my mother and I were LIVID lmao. They were punishing her for her husband’s death??? Fucking society bro jhbdjdb But enough about them, to me the saddest part was when I took out the food I had for her family, her son was staring at me with such hunger. I told him, “Here hon, it’s for you.” and he looked back at his mother and asked her if he could have some. The mother said yes ofc, but the thing is, if she hadn’t fed her son she obviously hadn’t fed herself and here were these fucking roaches, who obviously don’t give a shit about her well-being telling her how to live the rest of her widowed life. Sickening.

The way society treats men will never be as bad as how they have treated and traumatized women, which is why I feel that we get so upset and want men to suffer. Especially in these situations. 

CHTMD is my creation, but it has it’s own heart you know. As satisfying as it would be to see Jimin suffer, this story is about the OC and her growth. It’s a testament to me, as a writer, if I want to be self-indulgent or let the story play out to it’s true form. There’s a lot of different factors I have to consider: OC’s character and psychology, Jimin’s actions, side characters involvements, OC’s environment, ‘would a character like Jimin even suffer from this loss?’ etc. Now, the story that inspired CHTMD had the cheater end up with the OC as a happy ending because the author said they ‘got attached’ to the characters. And I just can’t. I would never want to be an irresponsible writer like that lol. Our culture has its downsides but I can’t take that out onto the characters I’ve given life to. It’s not fair to them. Now before I go on further with this cheesy nonsense, just know that I have written a lot for CHTMD, but the ending is still in the works. It is up to the scenarios and characters to decide how this will end.

Okay, so I have no idea why I ended up ranting that much but I completely understand your sentiments. I’m screaming, plz feel free to come and drag CHTMD’s Jimin anytime through my inbox snsbb it’s satisfying as fuckk.

[slusheeduck]

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

@im-fairly-whitty and I are co-authoring this fic for the monster that is the Coco teacher!AU!!

(AU started by @scribblrhob, with inspiration from @upperstories, @hyucktor and SO SO MANY OTHERS AND IT’S A MAGICAL EXPERIENCE FOR ALL.)

Warning: I got creative with formatting and POV in this chapter, so I have no idea how it reads to someone who’s not me. Hopefully you enjoy!!

[Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility] [Part 2: La Directora] [Part 3: Skipping Class] [Part 4: An Unannounced Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate][Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)]

Part 7: A Birthday Livestream

               The tweet goes out late on the 29th. Even so, by 6:45 a.m. the next day, the stream is packed. The cheery little “Stream will start soon!” sign is up, and the chat is already lighting up with thoughts about what the surprise stream’s going to be.

Littlebear119: I bet they’re releasing a new album!

veramaj: then héctor wouldn’t be surprised tho

Littlebear119: Truuuuuueee.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Do…you guys not know what day it is?

veramaj: what?

Littlebear119: It’s Sunday?

hectorriveraseyelashes: omg you guys don’t know lmao. Preciosooooos.

               The chat quickly devolves into “CRUUUUUZ” and “NESTO HI NESTO <3” as the stream switches on. The screen’s fairly dark, but Ernesto’s face is just visible as he whispers to the camera.

               “Hola, Cruzcitos. So I know a lot of you were upset that Héctor couldn’t be there with us on Día de Muertos.”

               There’s a general burst of agreement from the chat.

               “I know, I know.  So, since we couldn’t spend the day with you, I figured you all could spend the day with us.”

               There are several crying-face emojis and “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”s in the chat.

               “And today’s no ordinary day. I’m sure some of you know it’s my amigo Héctor’s birthday today. So, Cruzcitos, we need to start the day off properly.” He switched the camera to face forward as he slowly opened the door. Beneath a heap of blankets, a gangly leg hung off the bed and a lanky arm was slung over a pillow. “Mira mira, here’s our Sleeping Beauty now,” Ernesto whispers as he creeps into the room. “And there’s only one way to wake someone up on their birthday.”

               The chat goes quiet as Ernesto sucks in a deep breath. He pauses when Héctor shifts beneath the blankets. Then, once he goes still…

                                       “ESTAS SON LAS MAÑANITAS                                        QUE CANTABA EL REY DAVID…”

               Héctor flies up off the bed as Ernesto belts “Las Mañanitas” as loud as he can, and immediately a pillow is thrown toward the camera.

               “Tú maldito hijo d—!!”

               “There are children watching this, Héctor!”

               “It is seven in the morning, tú pin—”

               “Cruzcitos, cover your ears!” A sweatshirt collides against the camera; both Ernesto and the chat are dying.

Littlebear119: OMGGGGGGG

musiica-vida: lmao

p0c0l0c0: I CAN’T BREATH OH MY GOD

veramaj: pobre hector but rip cruz

               The camera jostles as a thud that sounds suspiciously like a shoe hitting a wall rings out, and it quickly turns as Ernesto runs out and shuts the door. He switches the camera back to face him, a big grin still on his face.

               “So our Héctor might not be much of a morning person. But our celebration of Héctor’s birthday is just starting; come back around eleven for the next stream.” Ernesto ends the stream with his trademark wink and smile.

Littlebear119: Aw, boo, I can’t come to the next one :’(

p0c0l0c0: Don’t worry someone’ll record it.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I hope poor Héctor gets to sleep a little bit more.

~

               The next stream starts promptly at eleven. Another chorus of “HI NESTO!!!” and “CRUUUUZ” fills the chat, but Ernesto looks none-too-pleased. He lets out a sigh before sending a withering look to the camera.

               “So Cruzcitos, tell me this. What do you think is the best way to spend your birthday?”

               The chat rings in their answers.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Backstage passes to one of your shows.

hectorriveraseyelashes: And getting to pet Héctor’s hair for an hour.

veramaj: a nice dinner with my bf

musiica-vida: UM SORRY WHAT @hectorriveraseyelashes

hectorriveraseyelashes: You heard me.

Cruzita41: I would party ALL DAY!!!

               Ernesto nods at the answers that pour in (He does a double-take at one of them, and the chat is generally certain it’s hectorriveraseyelashes that earned it.), then huffs and shakes his head.

               “See, you all have good ideas on how to spend your birthdays. But Héctor…my friend Héctor decides that the best way to spend his birthday—”

               He turns the camera around, and the punchline of his joke is lost in the chat’s reaction.

musiica-vida: GLASSES?????

Cruzita41: GLASSES!!!!!

veramaj: since when does hector wear glasses?????

p0c0l0c0: GLASSES

musiica-vida: @HÉCTOR PLZ WEAR YOUR GLASSES ALL THE TIME

(hectorriveraseyelashes merely posts several crying faces and prayer hands)

               Héctor is tucked up on the sofa, green pen in hand and thick-framed glasses on his nose as he goes through several papers. Ernesto snorts as the reactions come in.

               “Héctor, look up.”

               Héctor sighs, but does in fact look up. “What?” he asks exasperatedly. (hectorriveraseyelashes floods the chat with various heart, crying, and prayer emojis)

               “Apparently you should wear your glasses more often.”

               “No.”

               (The disappointment in the chat is almost audible.)

               Ernesto sighs. “Sorry, Cruzcitos, but as you can see, Héctor Rivera is a tough man to sway. He won’t wear his glasses, and he spends his birthday grading papers.”

               “Well, they need to be graded by Monday. Do you have to shove that in my face? It’s hard enough reading these kids’ writing without a phone in my face.”

badnugg: omg profe héctor is actually youtube famous

musiica-vida: HE’S YOUR TEACHER??

badnugg: lol yeah

p0c0l0c0: IS HE A GOOD TEACHER???

hectorriveraseyelashes: IS HE HOT WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT MUSIC??

Littlebear119: I’m back!

Littlebear119: WAIT IS HÉCTOR WEARING GLASSES

veramaj: lol u missed a lot bear

               “Hey, Héctor, I think one of your students…” Ernesto trails off as the sound of a door opening comes from a distance. Héctor immediately perks up and smiles off screen.

               “Morning, chamaco. We’re going out for breakfast once I’m finished with these papers.”

musiica-vida: CHAMACO!!!!

p0c0l0c0: HI CHAMACO!!!

 Littlebear119: Who’s Chamaco?

hectorriveraseyelashes: It’s baby Héctor.

Cruzita41: Aww, did he just wake up? Buenos días, chamaco!!

Littlebear119: BABY HÉCTOR??

veramaj: it’s his nephew.

musiica-vida: Preeeetty sure he’s his kid. They look like exactly alike.

hectorriveraseyelashes: They definitely don’t. Also he calls Héctor Tío so checkmate.

Littlebear119: OH!!! HE’S SO CUTE!!!

               “The chat thinks you’re cute, Miguel,” Ernesto says as Miguel walks on-screen. Miguel sends him a surprised look and a shrug.

               “Thanks?”

               “Oyé, what did I say about filming Miguel?” Héctor asks, voice slightly sharp.

               “The kid has his own channel, it’s not like you’re hiding him,” Ernesto brushes off, then focuses the camera on Miguel. “So, Miguel, do you know what day it is?”

               “Uh, Sunday?”

               “Okay, but do you know the date?”

               Miguel presses his lips together, then looks down at Héctor for help. Héctor’s head falls back as he sighs.

               “It’s my birthday. Ernesto’s making it into a…thing.”

               Miguel’s eyes widen. “It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

               “Because Héctor hates having fun,” Ernesto cuts in. “So Miguel, what do you want to wish your Tío Héctor on this very special day? He’s twenty-seven, you know.”

               Miguel blinks. “Oh. That’s how old you are?”

               Héctor returns to grading. “How old did you think I was?”

               “Super old. Like thirty-five.”

               The snort Héctor lets out is deemed pure and good by the chat.

               “Thirty-five?! Ay, Díos mio, then how old do you think Ernesto is?”

               “Anyway, Cruzcitos,” Ernesto says before Miguel can hazard a guess. “What are some of your wishes for Héctor’s twenty-seventh year on this earth?”

Cruzita41: I hope he has a wonderful year!!

p0c0l0c0: I hope he doesn’t join the 27 club :(

veramaj: what’s that?

Littlebear119: I hope you guys really make it big!! Being a teacher looks so boring

p0c0l0c0: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club

p0c0l0c0: Did the link work?

Littlebear119: OH NO :’(

veramaj: HÉCTOR PLEASE DON’T JOIN THAT CLUB

(hectorriveraseyelashes’ wish for Héctor is reported as inappropriate by several members.)

p0c0l0c0: Lashes plz

               “Aw, qué amable! Well, we are trying our best to get more gigs and…”

               Ernesto’s words are ignored, viewers instead focused on Miguel as he climbs onto the arm of the sofa and peeks down at what Héctor’s grading. Several heart emojis flood the chat as they talk too quietly to be heard over Ernesto’s talking. Héctor asks something, Miguel pulls a face, and Héctor laughs as he pulls off his glasses (much to the disappointment of the chat.)

               “All right, all right, I won’t let you starve, chamaco. I’ll bring these with me.” As he stuffs his papers into his backpack, he sends the camera with a withering look. “And if you bring out that—” The chat doesn’t miss the quick glance toward Miguel. “--darn phone while we’re out, Ernesto, I’m throwing it right into the street.”

               “And then you’re paying for it.” The camera switches back to Ernesto, where he gives a dramatic sigh. “Looks like that’s all for now, Cruzcitos.” He glances up as Héctor and Miguel’s voices trail off and a door shuts. He smiles, then adds in a whisper, “Come back around two. We’ll be having another stream then.”

               The screen goes black, and the chat is all abuzz.

Littlebear119: Héctor really doesn’t seem like he wants to do these streams…

p0c0l0c0: It’s part of an act they do. Héctor’s all smiles on whenever he’s on Chamaco’s channel.

Littlebear119: CHAMACO HAS A CHANNEL???

p0c0l0c0: YES AND IT’S THE SWEETEST THING.

p0c0l0c0: My heart grows three times bigger whenever I get a notification from him.

veramaj: yeah héctor’s definitely just playing.

Littlebear119: I hope he is.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t care if he is. I’ll take any excuse to see that man’s beautiful face.

musiica-vida: WE KNOW, LASHES.

~

               The next stream starts without so much as a word from Ernesto. The chat goes quiet as the camera focuses on Héctor and Miguel. Both have their guitars in their lap, and Héctor picks out a simple tune.

               “Okay, no looking. See if you can play what I just did.”

               Miguel starts to pluck out the same tune, but he groans as he messes up a note. “It’s so hard!”

               “I know it’s hard, that’s why we’re practicing. You gotta train those ears just as much as your fingers, chamaco.” He plays the tune again. “All right, una vez más. I bet you’ll get it this time.”

querida9512: Can Héctor Rivera please be my dad?

p0c0l0c0: This is SO CUTE, I can’t handle it. Gracias, Nesto.

Littlebear119: Does Héctor know Ernesto’s filming?

veramaj: probably.

musiica-vida: It doesn’t seem like it, but I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

               A knock sounds out. Héctor doesn’t look up.

               “It’s open! All right, chamaco, play it one more time.” He turns and grins from his place on the floor as a woman pops her head in. “You’re just in time, diosa, Miguel’s just learned a song by ear.”

               The chat is a STREAM of activity.

querida9512: IS THAT THE POCO LOCO LADY???

hectorriveraseyelashes: Um, I am the Poco Loco lady.

Littlebear119: Diosa’s such a pretty name!

badnugg: wait, dire imelda?

querida9512: YOU KNOW HER????

badnugg: I think she’s the directora of my school…

badnugg: omg

badnugg: téodora was right about her and profe héctor

veramaj: she’s so pretty, she can’t work at a school

p0c0l0c0: Héctor works at a school.

veramaj: but she’s actually PRETTY.

p0c0l0c0: ARE YOU SAYING HÉCTOR ISN’T???

hectorriveraseyelashes: The rule in this stream is that we love and respect Héctor Rivera’s beautiful face.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Can we block @veramaj?

veramaj: omg u guys chill out

               Diosa smiles fondly as Miguel picks out the tune, correctly this time. (The chat is full of praise for him.) “Perfecto, Miguel. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you remembered that our reservations are at—” She glances up midway through the sentence, then freezes as her eyes lock onto the camera. She quickly pops her head out and slams the door shut.

               Héctor jumps at the slam, then glances down at Miguel before setting his guitar aside to get to his feet. “Imelda? Imelda!” he calls as he heads to the door and steps outside.

               Miguel’s brow furrows, but he looks up at the camera with a shrug. The camera moves slowly to the door, and the barest bits of conversation can be heard through it.

               “Why didn’t you warn me? I would have texted you.”

               “Warn you about what?”

               “That your roommate was filming.”

               “What? No, he wasn’t.”  

               “Did you not see the way he was holding his phone?”

               “He just does that sometimes.”

               “Well, why don’t you go and ask him?”

               “He wasn’t filming! He knows he has to ask before filming if Miguel’s in the room.”

               “He doesn’t have to ask with you?”

               “It’s different. This is what we make part of our living off of. I’m used to it by now.”

               There was an irritated huff. “I can’t help you there. But you’d better be taking care of that little boy.”

               “I am, Imelda.”

               A thrill goes through the chat as Héctor’s voice, quiet as it is, goes sharp, though everyone quickly quiets as they hear his sigh.

               “I’m sorry. It’s…been a long day. Would you believe I woke up at seven?”

               There’s murmuring outside, but it’s too quiet to be picked up by the mic. What is picked up is the creak of a doorknob and a bitten-off word from Ernesto before the screen quickly goes black.

p0c0l0c0: So…he didn’t ask permission?

Littlebear119: I thought it was off.

dlcswaifu: I’m sure it’s fine. Cruz probably thought Héctor knew.

veramaj: i hope so. i don’t want them to fight.

~

               There’s no announcement when the next stream is, so everyone is pleasantly surprised when they get a notification that Ernesto y Héctor is streaming an hour later. The first thing everyone sees is…

p0c0l0c0: CHAMACO!!!!

Cruzita41: CHAMACOOOOOO

Littlebear119: AAAAA it’s Miguelito!!!!

veramaj: omg look at that precious face.

               Miguel’s brow furrows as he tries to figure out how to best hold the phone, but he grins at everyone’s greetings. “Hola! Cruz let me take over the livestream for a little bit!”

Littlebear119: OH MY GOODNESS HOW PRECIOUS!!!

veramaj: we’ve been blessed today

querida9512: I mean we already knew November 30 was a holy day.

musiica-vida: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

p0c0l0c0: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

veramaj: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

dlcswaifu: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

hectorriveraseyelashes: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS SHUT UP

hectorriveraseyelashes: Of course I’ll be good. My future step-son doesn’t need to know how thirsty I am for his tío.

               Miguel’s eyes dart down to the chat, reading the responses before frowning slightly. “Um, I don’t think you can drink my tío.”

               The chat collectively dies.

Littlebear119: So how are you doing, Miguel????

Cruzita41: We saw your practice earlier, you’re so good!!

dlcswaifu: Where’s Cruz???

               Miguel grins brightly as he catches the praise among the questions, then settles back in his seat. “I’m fine. Tío Héctor said that he and Cruz needed to talk for a bit, so Cruz set me up here so I could talk with you all!”

               There’s one comment from quetzalcoatl-kun about how they came for Cruz and not some stupid kid, but it’s quickly drowned out by the wild enthusiasm from other Cruzcitos over how they get to talk to Chamaco.

 musiica-vida: So big fandom question, are you Héctor’s kid or his nephew?

               “Actually, we’re primos! My abuelita is his tía,” Miguel chirps.

dlcswaifu: So do you live with him?

               “I do for now.”

dlcswaifu: Why?

               Miguel opens his mouth, but closes it and swallows hard without answering. The chat is quick to flood him with other questions.

p0c0l0c0: Is your tío a good teacher?

querida9512: You’re a fan of Cruz, too, right? What’s it like living with your YouTube idol?

hectorriveraseyelashes: On a scale of 1-10 how willing would you be to have me be your new tía?

veramaj: have u been to any of their concerts yet?

hectorriveraseyelashes: There hasn’t been a concert with both of them since Chamaco came around.

musiica-vida: Not that we mind! It’s so sweet to see Héctor taking care of his primo <3

veramaj: he could have gone to one before he lived with héctor

Littlebear119: What’s your favorite subject in school, Miguel?

querida9512: And when’s the next update on your channel?

               “Espera, espera, this is a lot!” Miguel laughs, discomfort gone as he scrolls up through the chat. “Tío Héctor’s a really good teacher, even though he keeps making me do boring things like scales. I used to watch Cruz’s videos to figure out how to play better, but now I can just ask him!” He scrolls a little more. “I really like math. Is that weird? Oh! And P.E.! I’m definitely the fastest on my class’s fútbol team.” He shrugs. “And I don’t really know about updates, I—” He stops suddenly, glancing up as a sharp voice comes from somewhere, just loud enough to be picked up over the mic. “I, uh…” He glances back at the phone. “One second.”

               He sets the phone down, livestream still going on. A creaking door is picked up over the mic, and the two voices are a little clearer. Nearly every viewer turns up their volume to max to catch what’s being said.

               “You’re absolutely sure you weren’t filming?”

               “Honestly, Héctor, it’s not like I can do it by accident. You’ve gotten so paranoid since bringing in the kid.”

               “I’m his godfather. I’m supposed to be.” A frustrated sigh. “Look, I’m done, okay? I don’t want anymore filming today. Just let me enjoy my birthday in peace.”

               “We wouldn’t have to do this if you’d come to the Día de Muertos show, you know.”

               “But you couldn’t even ask me before you burst in at seven a.m.?”

               “It wouldn’t have been funny if you knew. And it’s gotten us a stable audience all day.” There’s a beat of silence, then a long sigh. “Look, I’m sorry you’re bothered. I thought you’d be more game for this. Guess I was wrong.”

               “It’s…it’s fine. Just no more filming Miguel unless I know.”

               “I didn’t.”

               “I know, but you might. And if I find that damned iPhone around him I swear…”

               Miguel gives a little gasp, and quick footsteps come back toward the phone before he’s back onscreen.

               “Gotta go! I’ll see you all around!” he says, then quickly ends the livestream.

Littlebear119: So Héctor really didn’t know…

musiica-vida: Did…Ernesto lie to him?

dlcswaifu: He probably didn’t know he was filming.

querida9512: But he just said that he couldn’t do it by accident.

dlcswaifu: I’ve done a lot of dumb things by accident without knowing I could. He’ll probably delete the footage once he realizes.

veramaj: i think it’s scripted. cruz’s done drama things in the past; maybe the views are down.

musiica-vida: Ooh, that’s a good point. I think you’re right.

dlcswaifu: Nothing gets views like a fight and a kid.

Littlebear119: :/ I dunno. I feel weird about this stream.

~

               The last livestream comes late that afternoon. Once again, there’s no notice before the notification goes off on everyone’s phone, and everyone who can manages to pile in to the chat as quickly as possible.

               There’s a general air of confusion as they get a very nice shot of the kitchen.

               “Is it recording now?” Héctor asks off-screen.

               “I can’t see. Is there a red circle?” comes Miguel’s voice. The camera tilts, shifting the view to the ceiling. “Yeah, it’s recording, but you’ve got the wrong camera on.”

               “How do I change it?”

               “You see that camera button? Just tap it.”

               “Just tap—” The camera abruptly switches to selfie-mode, and Héctor’s obviously startled by it. “Ah! Okay! Okay, there we go. Hola!”

               The chat is FULL of heart emojis and !!!!!!!!!!!!!’s.

p0c0l0c0: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, HÉCTOR!!!!

musiica-vida: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!!!!

Littlebear119: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!! <3 <3 <3

(Needless to say, the chat is flooded with “FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS”es.)

Héctor looks caught off-guard by the response, then laughs. “Gracias, gracias! I’m, ah, I’m not really good with this whole livestreaming thing, but I wanted to thank you all for such wonderful wishes!”

musiica-vida: IT’S NOTHING WE LOVE YOU HÉCTOR <3 <3 <3

hectorriveraseyelashes: That blazer tho…

Littlebear119: We all hope you had a wonderful day!!!!

               “That’s, ah, that’s really all I have to say. I actually have to leave in…” He glances off-camera. “Now. But I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate your…” He trails off as the chat bursts to life again.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: YES PLEASE WEAR YOUR GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: JUST FOR A SECOND.

musiica-vida: HÉCTOR PLZ. DO IT FOR US.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSESSSSS…

               He sighs as he looks over the chat. “Diosa, look at this.”

               The woman from earlier (“IMELDA!!!” as musiica-vida pointed out), just peeked over Héctor’s shoulder to look at the chat, then tilted her head up with a smirk.

               “See? It’s not just me who thinks you should be able to see.”

               “I can see just fine.”

               “It took you three times to hit the record button,” Miguel pipes up from off-screen.

               “Here.” Imelda looks down as something that sound suspiciously like a glasses case opens, and she holds up the glasses. “You should at least do it for your fans. And for me.”

               Héctor rolls his eyes, but smiles a bit as he leans down slightly so Imelda can slip them on. “Only if you wear your hair down on your birthday.”

               “Deal.” She smiles at him as he stands up straight and pats his cheek. “Muy guapo, cariño.”

               He shakes his head, then looks back at the camera. The chat has devolved into a mess of “SO CUUUUUTE!!!” and “SÍÍÍ MUY GUAPO” and more sparkle emojis and hearts than could be counted. (Save for hectorriveraseyelashes, who floods the chat with crying emojis.)

               “Well, that’s it for today. We really do appreciate your guys’ support, and thanks again for being part of one of the most memorable birthday’s I’ve ever had.” He gives a little wave with his free hand. “Adíos!”

               The video ends, and the chat is beside itself with delight—all the drama from the last stream completely forgotten.

Littlebear119: They’re all so cute I just can’t.

musiica-vida: I KNOOOWWW

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t know if I want to KILL Diosa or BE Diosa.

p0c0l0c0: Please choose “be”

hectorriveraseyelashes: FINE.

hectorriveraseyelashes: For now.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Those glasses, tho

dlcswaifu: I’M A CRUZ FANGRIL AND I LOVE THOSE GLASSES???

hectorriveraseyelashes: I found God in those glasses tonight.

badnugg: omg i can’t wait for school tomorrow.

hectorriveraseyelashes: #jealous

veramaj: i’m just so glad that everything’s all right. i knew it couldn’t be a real fight. cruz is way too nice for that.  

As always, thank you so, so much for reading! Wit’s got the next installment, so be sure to check over her way in the next week or so! Also we have tons of headcanons we’re ready to scream about at any given moment, so don’t be shy and come talk to us!

 Also, if you like my screaming-in-written-form and want to indulge my caffeine addiction, feel free to buy me a coffee (or not, of course.)

Thanks once again, and we’ll see you around!

[jujyfru1t]

hello my name is *yells about Furuba*

I dunno what I’m doing but I have Feelings so let me rant about them, by me.

Some of y'all may not know that Fruits Basket is my favorite series on the planet– well you do now. That comes with a caveat of favorite manga, not favorite anime (that honor goes to either Noragami or Chihayafuru, with Madoka Magica as an honorable mention). I do also love the anime dearly! But comparing them is like apples and oranges, horses of different colors, etc etc, not least because the anime was made before the manga was barely halfway through. futile hope springs eternal for a full remake. So most of my feels rant will be manga-centric although the general feels apply to the anime, and uh there may be spoilers idk it’s been out for a long time???

The first volume came out in the US five days after my *deep breath* 15th birthday. I got it for the next year’s bday present from my big sis, aaaand that was when the gates of otaku/manga hell swallowed me up (I was somehow unaware that Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh were also Japanese pop culture, go figure.) I have no memory of how I found the anime– my anime-bittorrent-whateverthefuck knowledge was nonexistent but I don’t think it was airing live. I got the box set for some Christmas but that would’ve been after I was a massive fan so *shrug*

Anyway I watched the dub first and holy hell if I wasn’t planning to marry Yuki Sohma before then I definitely was after that, thanks Eric Vale. (I still have huge love for the dub cast fight me). Yun-chan was my first 2D crush and tbqh I’m still in love with him. Also I stg he’s the whole reason why pretty boys are a Big Thing of mine. And wait omg Shigure’s first appearance?! Like, that’s probably why dudes with glasses are also My Thing wow I just blew my own mind but moving on

Fun fact I couldn’t choose between Kyoru or Yukiru bc they were both cute (present me@young me: u will realize eventually grasshopper) but I was 100% cool with Kyoru happening because of course then I could be with Yuki. Cue me dabbling in a few paragraphs of self-insert fic.

uh lemme cut this it’s becoming a novel

Random things (this whole thing is random wtf):

I was blessed enough to get my hands on the entire Tokyopop run, plus the fanbooks!!! before they shut down. I’ve been warring with myself for ages over whether to start collecting the Yen Press specials but. my resolve is weakening. I also have all of Takaya-sensei’s other stuff yeet (Phantom Dreams, Those with Wings, Songs to Make You Smile) except for Twinkle Stars which I’m def gonna get and OBVIOUSLY THE INSTANT FURUBA ANOTHER COMES OUT IM GRAB meanwhile if I remember to check out the scans

been a while since I reread it(it’ll be my third one~) but off the top of my head some favorite arcs etc are: obviously the major one at the end of vol 6. The Red Cap. Hatori and Kana (RIP ME) The Summerhouse (Jason the bear jfc). Akito’s reveal. Kyoko and Katsuya’s entire thing obviously (EXTRA RIP ME I’m crying just thinking about it). “The plum on your back” scenes. Kyo and Kyoko. THAT FIRST NEW YEAR’S WHEN YUKI AND KYO RACE BACK TO THE MAIN HOUSE BECAUSEtheir girlfriend MY DAUGHTER IS SAD AND LONELY AND THEY MAKE WISHES ON THE ROOF heck me upppp– also literally all roof scenes (karate kid Tohrutm) BUT THAT ONE HHGBNCCSV!!! Also my fav episode along with the AU-ish final 2.

Furuba fandom is my biggest fleet of ships by far which is hilarious bc I have a lot of fandoms and a lot of ships and you can see them bc i’m a derp but since nobody looks at that and nobody will read this (?) I’ma talk about them here. I DO WANT I WANT YO

but seriously I support

literally all the canon ships except HanaxShishou, pardon me Takaya-sensei but why. Wtaf.

a metric fuckton of non-canon ships bc of COURSE I DO

my low-key ships include

MomijixKagura. pairing the spares if you will XD

KaguraxTohru

RinxTohru. yes I have bi Tohru headcanons mmkay

Future!Kisa/Tohru (blame this fic)

KyoxUo.

YukixHana. all symmetrical-like (but wow i forgot i highkey shipped it for a while until…)

GurexAaya. like, come on. Also poly Mabudachi Trio

MomijixTohru. they’re super hecking cute ok, edging into high-key

my high-key ships include

HanaxUo. ok this??? is a big OTP, and 99% why I’m hella salty over HanaxShishou (at least KurenoxUo had an actual subplot!!). They are Tohru’s adoptive moms and I will forever protec (and yet. HanaxTohru and girls OT3 are also Good Ships but tbh super low-key) also I MADE SOMEONE SHIP IT

YukixTohru. see the start of this post way up there somewhere

KyoxYuki. my first rivalshiptm

HaruxYuki. “He was my first love” one cannot simply– have a character say this and not expect fans to ship. Also bi Haru is canon. lotta bi folks up in here imo

KakeruxYuki. CUTE GODDAMN DORKS WOW

But my flagship, my OTP to end all OTPs and my polyship to end all polyships in any fandom is the SS Yukyoru. KyoxTohruxYuki.

I’ve had polyship predilections for 6-7 years now, though it’s more recent I’ve started polyshipping every love triangle i encounter bc I‘m so done with them… there wasn’t really any lightning-bolt moment when I realized I shipped them much more together rather than apart. but like, I ship all three permutations so at some point my brain went HERE’S AN IDEA which tbh is how a lot of my polyships happen, i mainly have OT3s (if I ship 2 outta 3 there’s a good chance ima poly it)

but anyway! there’s absolutely no way to convey how much I adore this ship and IT’S A HUGE EMPTY YACHT I NEED CREW MEMBERS PLZ

I am building it up one fic at a time and if you’ve made it this far and have any interest at all plz read my shit and general Furuba screaming is appreciated as well of course!!! (also look at the most beautiful piece of fanart ever)

More fic! have my mixed bag of bookmarks (Sure For The Axis is my absolute fav, 2nd is Little Prayer) u can also find my Yukyoru stuff on AO3 ehehe~ and oh look HanaxUo!

and holy whoa i’m done. TLDR FURUBA IS THE BEST MANGA EVER AND YUKYORU IS THE PUREST RARESHIP EVER

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT

[smile-smile-ichthys]

Oh god typing fast because I don't know if it's already too late. Can I request a Saeran short fic? Anything really I just love him and there's never enough. Prefer a bit of angst with a happy ending. Plz thank you I'm sorry if you already got the 5 filled

Ah anon yes you got into the request open window slot thing haha, I’m just sorry it’s late and omg I’m sorry but when you said Angst and I found a prompt for it…my mind took over and it became full on angst…I’m sorry! I hope the ending is ok, it’s kinda nice? I hope anyway.

“You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheaton me?“ was all my ears heard as I cooked in the kitchen. Had I heard thatcoming from Saeran’s mouth? What the actual fuck? I wasn’t cheating on him. Farfrom it. I knew I had been very absent the past couple of weeks, but it was fora reason! A very good reason, a reason I could tell him yet, not for anotherfew days at least.

“Saeran? What the hell? I’m not cheating on you!” I saidfirmly, coming into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, curled up with his knees against hischest, there was Saeran, not crying but I could tell he wanted to.

“I know you are, please don’t lie to me” he said, not turningto face me. Oh no, we had to talk about this like adults. I walked round thesofa and knelt in front of him.

“Saeran, what on earth makes you think I’m cheating on you?Talk to me” I asked gently, resisting the urge to touch his leg.

“You’ve spent so much time round Yoosung’s place recently,like so much time, even when I called you the other day you said you were toobusy…on a Sunday” he explained and I sighed, remembering the day he called.

“Saeran, I am not cheating on you with Yoosung, I promise,why would I cheat on the guy I love so dearly?” I asked, but of course hisrational mind was out of the window right now, I had been there myself “No, I’mnot cheating on you and I apologise about ignoring you, I really am” I reachedout to him but he slapped my hand away.

“I don’t want to hear it!” he screamed, lurching himself offthe sofa and towards the door.

“Saeran!” I said, wanting him to stop.

“Don’t” was all I got before he left our flat.

Worry had made its home in my heart and I contacted Saeyoungto keep an eye out, just in case he called him, I did this with the rest of theRFA too, especially Yoosung since those two had become very close friends.

It had been hours. Hours since he had left the house and Ihad decided it was time to go and find him. He could have been anywhere,literally, and the city was massive but I had to try at least. I met up withYoosung and we made our rounds all around the city, staying on the phone witheach other.

After at least 2 hours searching, we made our way back tothe flat to regroup and contact the rest of the RFA about him now being officiallymissing.

As soon as I walked through the doors I noticed the flat indisarray. The coffee table was a mess, clothes ripped up everywhere and I justknew it was Saeran who had done this.

“Saeran?” I shouted and he slumped out of our bedroom.

“Come back to gloat? You and him finally together?” heasked, gesturing to Yoosung behind me.

“Ok, enough Saeran! Me and Yoosung are not cheating on you”I said, completely fed up of this tantrum.

“Then why are you spending so much time with him?!” heyelled.

“You really want to know? Fine! It’s our one year anniversaryin a few days, I literally had no idea what to do for you in order to make youfeel special on that day, you deserve it after all you’ve been through, so meand Yoosung were planning the entire day since I needed help” I explained, andI could see Saeran’s anger slowly leave his beautiful features “When I said Iwas busy last Sunday, I was busy, I was in the middle of a call to the themepark manager at the pier, I was asking if we could have the park to ourselves forthe evening, arranging times and such, thanks to the help from Jumin who hadcome over to help too, everyone has pitched in at some point, but no, youautomatically think I’m cheating, I thought we had gotten through this together”I said, very hurt and upset at the way he had been acting towards me. Sure, Icould understand, but it didn’t stop the tight pain in my chest.

“I…I’m sorry” Saeran said, now sobered up from his anger.

“Please, if you ever feel like this again, come talk to me…”I was about to hug him when I noticed some clothes on the floor that weren’tmine “Saeran…whose are those?”

I didn’t let him answer as I stormed into our room and saw awoman asleep in our bed. My whole world came crashing down. He’d thought I’dcheated on him, which I hadn’t, and yet there he goes and cheats on me?! Icouldn’t breathe, the air had been ripped my lungs and it burned like hell. Icouldn’t talk, I just had to get out of there, now.

“MC?” I heard Yoosung ask as I stormed past Saeran who didn’teven bother to try and stop me. He obviously knew he’d screwed up, big time.Why had he done this to us? I marched straight out of our flat and just keptwalking, not stopping for Yoosung who was chasing after me.

I didn’t think anything could stop this pain, and I kindadidn’t want anything to stop it.

Months had passed since that day, and Saeran and I hadbroken up, I just couldn’t cope with the hurt he had inflicted on me. I hadheard from Saeyoung that he hadn’t been out of his bunker since that day,apologising to thin air every day, almost like a prayer. I had hoped that wecould have worked this through, and that’s what brought me to now, sitting inthe living room with Saeran next to me. The time away from him I needed, andseeing how truly sorry he was with himself and his behaviour, I knew he meantit. I stood by my beliefs of giving second chances.

“I do love you, MC, I made a stupid, fucked up mistake and I’vepaid my dues for it, I still am, you don’t deserve me now but, please? I can’tlive without you” he almost sobbed, but his body was so tired it wouldn’t lethim.

“You have one last chance, you better make it count”

[eliotwoah]

flavorful thoughts in regards to last night’s episode:

-first off, the title is perfect -oh my god. Ember plz. this is the best summary of the Magicians ever. “wasn’t it tragic when Alice died?” oh my god. THE CANDY WITCH. thank god let’s get this shit going full circle plz. i’m cracking up holy shit. bl e s s. THIS WAS AMAZING. I NEED THAT AGAIN. -“i just miss the fire” b y e. alice is so fucked up and amazing. olivia is so talented -penny :( maybe i’ll actually make a kady after this season. i don’t fucking blame her. creys. -CAN WE STOP FUCKING UP JULIA THO? omg an eliot and julia scene? (first off he looks so fuckin nice in dark colors wtf). ooooh eliot~~~ good plans going on in that smart head of yours. ELIOT KNOWS HOW YOU FEEL. “i just do” i’M OK WITH THIS. he’s so FORGIVING. omg i fucking love him. i’m in love with him all over again. i needed this. I NEEDED THIS. “wanna put some pants on and help me save all of magic” b L E SS E D BE.  my prayers have been answered. -why did penny read his book. oh shit. KADY :( -WHITESPIRE IS ALL JUNGLE-Y. oooooh. fairy realm. oh sheeit. wtf with the frogs. “am radio version” lol. LITTLE CAKES!!!! ugh fairy shit. -eliot plz help ur boyfriend. “fillory needs you.” gross sobbing. “fluent fanboy” bl ess. that scene. SAD LITTLE NERD KING. - “i’ve become pretty boss with a broadsword” omg. NO MORE CONTRACT? NO MORE CONTRACT. idri is whatever, this gives me opportunity for q ;DDD - “i am a god and you are a hairless monkey” oh shit we’re in cuba. not cuba but cuba.  -MARGO AND JOSH!! oh shit. “fembot nick fury” eliot plz. margo :( “you dick, i’m a cyclops” bless eliot for trying to make light. alksdjflakjdf. this is killing me. “bambi one eye” -party time omg. “i threw better orgies when i was ten” eliot don’t lie lmao. you were on a farm when you were ten.  -omfg cuba. what the hell. thank u umber. that is so chaotic. wow. good job. do u miss ur bro a little bit? maybe?  -LITTLE CAKES!!!! “shit tons of drama and surprise” bless eliot. [forced laughter] thank u subtitles. agreed. brother issues. “REWIND REWIND REWIND” same. Q WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!! YOU ARE SO SMART!!!! SO SMART !!!!!! horns. LOL. “how about a hug” thank u eliot. as he clutches onto margo. oh shit. oh my god QUENTIN. (more book three things!!!)  B L E S S. “Q? I think you just saved the whole world.” THANK U . I’M SO HAPPY. I’M SO HAPPY.  - “societal adulthood” yes eliot. “and trying not to break into hamilton” thank fuck. this is gr9 -Q GO BACK TO FILLORY. i feel like i’m not going to like this lol. (more book shit tho lol yay bacon). q i see what you’re doing there. and i don’t like it. (can’t they just be friends?????????) he’s so cute but it almost feels like he’s taking advantage of her. because of the state she’s in. -gods have parents? oooooh the old gods. interesting~ “mario brother of gods” thank u. ooooooh MOAR BOOK SHIT. or at least book-based anyway.  -TWO MONTHS LATER ???? WHAT THE FUCK. no magic. fuckin a. ewww joseph.  -oh shit fen. oh shit fairies.  -q smoking. not a good aesthetic. but an accurate one. XD jULIA. oh shit. MAGIC. DEMI-GODDESS JULIA????? GIMME? PLZ? 

[chironsilentmind]

I. Little (1.4)

Out of breath once again Kev loses the race home to Chiron’s front door.

Kev: You going back home already it ain’t dark yet. Come on let’s go to my house play the game. Chiron: Nah… I’ll be right back iight stay here.

Chiron quietly opens the door he knew his mom could only be doing two things sleep, or entertaining company who she show him off , and brag about him. Either way he didn’t want to be by Paula.

Chiron tiptoes and slowly closes the door behind him. Chiron looks around a bit for any sign of Paula. Her cigarette still lit upon the ashtray. But she isn’t laid on the couch where he last saw her.

Chiron rushes off to his bedroom. He hears noises across the hall coming from his Momma’s bedroom. He leans in for a sec. To listen in radio is playing old school r&b love songs. A man’s voice along with his mother’s. Chiron sighs and proceeds to his bedroom grabs his dollar he had hidden behind his headboard. He always had to find new hiding places from his mother. She hated him keeping money from her. She’d take it away, but he never saw it again.

Chiron was good at keeping secrets seeing as he never really had much to say.

Chiron tiptoes back into the hall as he hears his mother room open he makes a dash for the front door.

Paula: CHIRON keep you Little ass outside boy!

Chiron heads out the front door. Slamming it shut.

Chiron scares Kev who was unable expectedly relaxed again the wall.

Chiron: Damn! Kev: wassup Little?

Chiron out of breath.

Chiron:…Nothing. come on.

Kev: I’m tired man.

Kev and Little walk along. Chiron reaches in his pocket to fish out the dollar. Shows it of to Kevin.

Chiron: Candy lady? Kev nods.

The candy lady of the neighborhood lived closer to Kev’s house.

Kev knocks on the door.

Kev: Now and Later, Lemon heads, & mike& ikes plz…thank you.

Kev grabs the candy after Chiron pays the dollar. Kev races off to his house 4 doors away. Kev lived with his Big Mama. He was the youngest of 4, well 5 if you count his cousin Ricky. He had 2 brothers & a sister. He had a big family. Chiron was an only child, at times it felt like his mom didn’t even want him. She’d never want more kids.

Kev looks back at Little. Kev: You coming?… Little: yeah

Kev never really talk about his parents.

Kevin escorts Chiron inside.

Kev: Nanny!…Big Mama!..me & my friends going to play the game!…NANNY!

Kev’s grandmother emerges from the kitchen.

Big Mama: Boy! Stop yelling in my house. Kev smiles and hugs her.

BigMama: Mhmm boy I’m not fooling wit you. Dinner gon be ready soon. Mhmm I know you got some candy. buttering me up.

Kev: not a lot! Big Mama: Kevin! You heard now…

Big Mama turns to greet Little.

Big Mama: and who little boy is you. Kev: Nanny that’s Chiron. My friend Little remember…? Big Mama: Kev hush. He can speak. And that ain’t what I asked him. Who ya Momma? Chiron: Paula.

BigMama: I used to run a daycare here. Before your Momma moved out here. Watched just about everybody kids. So I know everybody. She still nursing?

Chiron nods. Chiron: Yes Ma'am.

BigMama: Kevin I like this boys manners. He can come over here anytime. Teach yall some. Kev: Okay Nanny, Can we go play now?.

Big Mama glares at Kev.

Kev: I mean…May we please go play? Big Mama smiles and nods. Little staying for dinner?

Kev: yes Ma'am.

Kev leads Chiron into the back room.

Kev: Come on…my brother just got Mario Bros.

Kev sets up the game console. Grabs the controllers.

Kev: Little, why you was in trouble today? Chiron: huh. What you mean?

The two talk as they start a random level on the game eyes focused on the TV.

Kev: ya moms said you was in trouble before you had came out to play. Chiron: Oh, nothing.

Chiron didn’t feel right to tell Kev about Tarell, Vic & em boys. And yesterday til this morning. He’d have to explain why he didn’t come home. Him mom worrying getting mad. The reason he did it on purpose.

Kev: nothing? I’m gonna get it out of you anyways. You mind as well tell me…

Kev pauses the game to show some sincerity. Little smiles.

Chiron: It’s too long of a story.

Kev unpause the game.

Kev: ok…you gonna tell me.

Chiron shakes his head and smiles to himself.

Kev hands Chiron the bag of candy.

Chiron wasn’t really a big candy eater. On Halloween. He mostly gave away his candy to the neighbors kids who weren’t allowed to trick or treat because of their beliefs.

Chiron suddenly realize he’s in Kev’s and Ricky’s room.

Ricky was about 12 years old. So he had to share a room with Kev. Kev’s other siblings were too old. Shaun & Shaneice were Twins, Shaneice being the only girl had her own room. Trevor & Shaun shared a room before Trevor went to University full scholarship playing football.

Kev: Little you gon play or what?

Chiron focus his attention back on the TV.

Kev’s cousin Ricky walks in the room.

Ricky: Kev get out I gotta study. Kev: Nerd. Ricky: Stupid. Kev: Little. Ricky. Ricky: sup man. Chiron: hi

Ricky grabs his books & heads to the dining room table.

Kev:That’s my cousin but i call him my other brother. You don’t talk much Little. Why you so quiet all the time?

Chiron shrugs. Chiron: got nothing to say. Kev: it’s cool, we still boys.. Kev playfully nudges Chiron’s shoulder. You can talk to when you find stuff to say.

The boys continues the game.

Big Mama: Boys come on eat!

Kev & Chiron had been smelling Nancy’s delicious food since they burst through the front door. Both excited to eat her sweet delicious meal. The rush to the bathroom to wash they’re hands.

Kev: Bet you to the table… Chiron:you too slow Chiron stomach growls from hunger he realize he hadn’t eat since the morning with Teresa & Juan. Kev: Man you hungry or something..? You can go first.

The two walk to sit at the dining room table. Both mesmerized by the delicious aromas. Fried chicken, Mac'n Cheese, candied yams, ham, green beans & carrots, cornbread & for dessert Nanny’s Banana Pudding.

Chiron had never seen so much delicious food. Paula didn’t really know how to cook as well as Nanny. Chiron didn’t even see as much good food on Thanksgiving.

Kev: Little close your mouth you drooling.

They both shared a laugh as the the rest of Kev’s siblings joined the table.

Shamrock Kev’s only sister, beautiful Carmel skinned typical boy crazed teen girl.

Big Mama: i see you on my house phone again. Shaneice sighs. Big Mama: Gurl!!! Shaneice dinner time! Shaneice: Mhmm gurl, imma have to call you lata… Bye. Ricky: girls! Shaneice smacks Ricky upside his head. Ricky: OW! Big Mama: cut it, yall hush.

Shaneice looks over at Kev.

Shaneice: hey baby bro when did you get here?…? Kev: I walked past you when i came in the house Neicy. Shaneice: you did?….oh. hi! Who’s your friend?

Chiron sits quietly swinging his legs in the chair. Kev: Little thats my big sis Shaneice but we call her Neicy. Chiron smiles and waves hello. Shaneice: he don’t talk?… Kev laughs. Kev: Not much. Chiron: Hello. Shaneice gushes over him. Shaneice: aww Little you’re so cute. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker when you get older, watch. Chiron blushes of embarrassment as all eyes of the room studies him. Chiron:Thank you! Shaneice: You’re welcome. Big Mama: and he has manners too.

Kev smiles and nudges Chiron again. Kev: ay stay away from my sis…..I’m her protector.

Shaneice: Mmm Nanny this looks amazing as always. Big Mama: thank you baby!

Ricky reaches over to grab the serving plate of fried chicken. Big Mama: Grace! Boy!. Ricky:Sorry Nanny.

Chiron didn’t say grace at home. Kev grabs his hand Little didn’t care what he had to do for grace as long as Kev never let his hand go.

Chiron looks around at the collectively joined hands closed eyes and bowed heads. As Ricky starts to lead prayer. Ricky:thank you Lord for this delicious food…. Chiron peeks his eyes open a bit to looking around the room. He snickers as he sees Kev peeking back at him. Kev squeezes Chiron’s hand as Ricky finishes the grace With a collective Amen.

Kev still holding Chiron hand for a little longer. Reaches over to Ricky’s plate to steal his price of chicken. The two snicker again as Ricky realizes his now empty plate.

Ricky: Funny!

They fill their plates with the delicious food selection. And begins to eat.

BigMama: Shaneice where in the world is Shaunie? Shaneice: I don’t even know Nanny…I think he went to Michael’s house or something. Big Mama: ok…Chi Chi- Shaneice and Kev: CHIRON! Nanny Big Mama: l know his name…how you like the food baby?

Chiron: It’s great, thank you Ma'am. BigMama: you’re a polite young man Chiron, I like that. You can call me Big Mama or Nanny, Whatever you'd like. Okay? Chiron nods. Chiron: okay.

Kev: Nanny must like you, because she don’t let kids around the neighborhood call her That. Big Mama: Not that little Badass boy Tarell or that sneaky Vic & ‘em. They act like they don’t have no home training. But I keep them in my prayers. I pray for all yall. Especially living out here something always going on.

Chiron smiles at Nanny. Chiron: I like it here. Kev smiles at Nanny and Shaneice.

Kev: yeah, this is the most you’ve spoken to anyone else besides me. Big Mama: I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself here. That food got you to talkin. huh? Chiron nods as everyone at the table laughs along.

The family finishes the rest of their meal. Kevin & Chiron help collect dishes from the table for Nanny.

Big Mama: You’re a good influence on Kev. Kev stick around this one. Kev: he's alright Nanny!…she finna kidnap you from home Little. Keep you as her child.

Eventhough Chiron knew it was only a joke. He knew he didn’t mind being kidnapped away from his life at home.

Kev:Nanny I’m gonna walk Little home real quick. Big Mama: Shaneice walk them boys halfway. Kev: aww Nanny, Neicy walk too slow… Big Mama: She's is your big sister let her look after the both of you.

Kev rolls his eyes Kev: fine!

Chiron face dropped at the thought of going back home. Big Mama walks over to him give him the warmest Grandma hug he’s ever had. BigMama: you come back now Chiron, you hear? Chiron: yes Nanny.

Chiron follows Kev outside Shaneice already waiting for them.

Kev: Nanny love her some Chiron… Little? Kev whispers Why was you in trouble wit your moms?

Chiron: I didn’t come home lastnight. Kev paused in his footsteps. Kev: You what!? Chiron: I came home this morning. A little before you came for me. Kev: you brave. Nanny would’ve gave me a sore behind. Where was you at? Chiron stays silent. Kev: So you not gon tell me.

As they walked along the way they looks back for Neicy she was on her cellphone further behind.

Chiron: ok if i tell you don’t tell anyone. Kev: i can keep a secret… Chiron: i was at Juan’s house. Kev:….Juan…juan?…OG Juan? Chiron nods. They both continue to walk along. Kev: That’s crazy. Too crazy. What you do there? Chiron: nothing special met his girlfriend. Watched a movie, ate dinner, slept woke up ate breakfast, came home. Kev: Why? Chiron: why what? Kev: why didn’t you go home? Chiron: that’s a longer story.

Neicy shouts Neicy: Kev… ay yall hurry up. Kev: ALRIGHT! Come on Little let’s just run to your door.

They both pace themselves as they run to Chiron’s front door.

Kev: alright man, tell me more later. Chiron reaches to give Kev dap. To his surprise Kev refuses and hugs him instead. Chiron smiles. Chiron: Ok! Bye kev! As he enters his front door.

Chiron walks in slow not to disturb Paula. Chiron peeks around into every room. So far still no sign of Paula.

Chiron goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. When he hears a slam at door. Chiron cautiously opens the front door to see his Momma Paula passed out in the entrance of the doorway.

The only thing he could think to do is pull her body the rest of the way inside the house. Chiron struggles as he pulls Paula’s limp body inside. He places his ear to her chest to search for her heartbeat. He felt her hand rubbing his head.

Paula: Chiron you helping your Momma out.

Chiron had seen his momma like this once before a while back. It was after a 4th of July cookout at hi Nana Joyce house. The next morning his momma and Nana Joyce got into it. He remembered the loud screams very vividly. They don’t talk much anymore.

Chiron grabs a pillow from the couch place it under Paula’s head and cover her in her granny’s favorite quilt. Gave her his fresh glass of water.

Chiron bathe & dressed for bed. Peeking in on Paula one last time. Paula now sleep under their dining table. Nowhere Leg resting upon the seat of course moving her wouldn’t be any easier. He decides to leave her there. He turns off the list & goes to bed.