#anyways both my grandparents are in the hospital now.

[bitchfitch]

You know, in the past I have given my mother shit about her primary response to massive stress being to put her head down and work herself to the bone at a project. but like over the last few months I've come to realize that is also My primary stress response.

Which means I can't complain about it anymore, and I Double can't complain bc when She puts her head down and works she does shit like gets a doctorate and modernizes the way the medical community in several Texas towns respond to hurricanes. When I do it I just write tens of thousands of words of fanfiction.

[sunrizef1]

What Happens in Vegas pt 14

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, verbal abuse

Word Count: 1.6k

Authors Note: No Charles content in this one but important nonetheless

Summary: Logan and Y/N talk, y/n finally reveals who’s been texting her

Masterlist

“Have I ever told you about my family?”

Logan doesn’t reply for a moment, annoyance still resting under his deadpan expression. You’re both sat on the floor of his drivers room, backs resting against the wall behind you, coffee from the Williams hospitality sitting in foam cups getting cold as they sit, untouched. Champagne dries on the top of your skin, casting a sticky residue onto your face and the ends of your hair.

Your win was now forgotten, the trophy having been left in your room to be picked up by a random Porsche employee who’d eventually get it back to you. Logan’s DNF was also now forgotten, although it did leave a lasting effect on his mood, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed tightly.

“No, but I know your dad.”

You tilt your head, pulling the inside of your cheek between your teeth as you respond, “Well, you know him now.”

Logan doesn’t respond, not in the mood to play into your vagueness. He’d invited you here to explain. He knew you’d clarify eventually, whether he asked you to or not.

“It’s a complicated story,” you pause, bile rising to your throat at the notion of explaining your childhood and forcing you to swallow it back down, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Logan hums, obviously not planning on speaking much anyway. Both of you stare off toward the floor in front of you, unspoken words hanging in the air around you.

“I was born in France, not sure if you knew that,” you start after a moment, hesitance laced in your words, “Everyone thinks I was born in Texas but my mom would’ve rather died than let that happen.”

“You probably know my mom, Amelie Laurent, French, vogues favorite person and I guess she’s a pretty famous model,” Logan pauses for a second, no doubt not aware of who your mom was, before he nods in recognition of the name.

“When my parents had me, they were still in love, I think,” you furrow your eyebrows as the words leave your mouth, “Um, but after they had me, I guess they got really busy with their jobs and stuff so they sent me to live with my grandparents in Texas for a while.”

“Didn’t really see them much growing up. My dad took me to the paddock a lot though, I got to hang out with everyone at McLaren, which was nice.”

“But he was busy so I usually got stuck with Kimi and then eventually Lewis, when he joined, which is where the uncle Lew thing comes from. Sometimes I felt like McLaren and Mercedes raised me more than my dad did,” the end of your statement comes out in a whisper, this being the first time you’d voiced the idea.

Logan glances over as your face sours, his hand coming out to hand you your, now cold, coffee. You grasp it from him and take a sip, sliding it back down to the ground after.

“When I was 8 my parents had my brother, which I think was the final straw. They got a divorce right after and my dad moved me to England. My brother stayed in France with our mom,” you wince.

“I started karting, my grandma moved to England to take me around to races when my dad couldn’t. Despite my own… objections, I spent my summers at my moms house with her and my brother.”

You pause, stomach turning as you let out a shaky breath, memories flooding back. Logan shows his first emotion of the night, glancing over to check you're not going to die. When he confirms you're, in fact, breathing, he looks back to the floor.

“I don't think she wanted kids. Maybe she did. At one point. But I think, after the divorce, all I did was remind her of my dad, a man she hated more than anything. She made it obvious with the way she treated me, as well. Well actually, the way she treated both me and my brother.”

“She never wanted me in karting, made it clear. Only reminded her of my dad again, made me do ballet in the summers. Thought it was more proper, or whatever. Didn't let us speak English at her house either, we were only allowed French, took Juli forever to learn English correctly, he'd only grown up with her.”

“Juli?” Logan asks, adding his first bit of input since you'd started talking.

“Brother,” you mumble into your knees as you pull them into your chest, resting your tired face against them. Logan nods.

“Um, she yelled a lot, I guess. A lot of stuff about our futures and how we'd always be failures if we went through with racing and football, she didn't like that Julian only wanted to play football, either.”

“Dad didn’t know, I didn’t tell him,” you mumble, “I didn’t think there was that much wrong with it until I left.”

“She just sucked, man,” you groan, eyes shutting tight as your head falls back against the wall, “I hated her so much! Because I was winning, I was getting these championships and getting these trophies and I thought she’d finally accept that I wanted to kart but the only thing she’d tell me was that I’d never get anywhere!”

You take a deep breath, holding back the faint tears in your eyes.

“But yeah, that's the worst of it, really. Completely cut contact at 15. Begged my grandparents to let me spend summers with them. They let me.”

“It just stuck with me for a while, you know? The shit my mom would say. A lot of crap about how I was failing myself with racing or how I would never have a future if I continued down that path. Said a lot of things about how I'd always find a way to lose and that it would never be worth it if I wasn't the best. Everytime I lost a race, she would find a way to use it against me, proof that I shouldn't be racing.”

“I did block her though, couldn’t stand the constant texts when I lost. Probably wasn’t even very easy to find those results, they weren’t exactly mainstream,” you furrow your eyebrows, confusion passing over your face momentarily, “Anyway, three years later, I’m 18. I move out and sign an f3 contract. My dad got super busy with Lewis’s championships and Mercedes. Kimi was actually the first to congratulate me.”

“I haven't spoken to my mom or my brother in, what? 8 years? I've mostly forgotten them by now, paris a thing of the past,” you trail off, the air of Logan’s room suddenly feeling a lot colder.

“All this to say, um-“ you rush out, shaking your head quickly.

You finally look over toward Logan, moving your body to face his, “She texted me, in Australia. Told me that the crash was all she'd ever expected from me, anyway. She's been calling ever since.”

Logan turns his head, concern written on his face.

“I think I'd forgotten about everything she said since it's been so long. But that text kind of brought it all back. It's been stuck in my mind for every single race. That's the reason I’ve been so unfocused lately. I don’t even know how she got my number, she was blocked on my old number and then I just got a new one, I don’t know how she could’ve got it.”

Logan, having dropped his previous spite, quirks his head, “What about yesterday?”

You swallow thickly, “Julian texted me. She kicked him out. He’s staying with a teammate. He’s sixteen, Lo. He’s still a kid.”

You fall back against the wall with a thump, your hands coming up to cover your eyes, “He’s still in France, still training with PSG. He’s asked to talk to me before Monaco.”

“Monaco?”

You nod solemnly, “My least favorite race, too close to my mom. I was so relieved when they took France off the calendar, you know? I’m pretty sure that, until recently, she didn’t know I was even in F1. She’s sworn off any media that isn’t French and I chose to race under dads last name. Makes me think someone told her I was.”

Logan hums, trying to process all the information you’d just told him. Eventually, he pats you heavily on the back, groaning as he stands up. You look up as he reaches a hand down to you, questions laying in your gaze.

Logan pushes his hand further down toward you, “Seems like a good enough reason to go out, celebrate your win. We can talk heavy solutions in the morning. For now, you are a race winner. A race winner who needs to get her mind off her fucked up family.”

You grin at his words, grasping his outstretched hand and letting him pull you up, “You reacted better than Arthur did. Think he was about to throw up with me.”

Logan pauses, his face screwing up with faux betrayal, “You told Arthur before me?”

You roll your eyes, “I was having a panic attack on the floor of the bathroom, talking about it was the only thing to get me out of it.”

Logan smiles softly at your response, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you two walk out of his room, “Let’s go, winner. Who do you think the most famous person you can get to celebrate with you tonight is?”

You take a moment to think about your response, “I think I saw Kendall Jenner, I’m sure I’ll probably see her at some point.”

Logan hums, looking out ahead of both of you, “You know I’ve seen the pictures of you two in Miami last year? You were so far gone.”

You laugh, hitting him in the ribs, “Shut up. We should leave soon, Porsche has probably already started partying without us.”

Logan laughs, patting your shoulder lightly as you both go to leave the Miami paddock.

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[jaemlonfz]

can you do something about svt members wearing suits and holding their baby in the carrier infront and going for some event and the reader thinking "is it too soon to be wanting baby #2" 🫢 thank you <333

ps: i took over a MONTH to write this and i still think its not that good, i did not review it and english isnt my first language so im sorry if theres grammar errors, i hope yall like it wc: 3,1 K tw: there's the explanation and then pure filth, overall its basically all sorts of positions, crempie, praise kink in most of them, lmk if i forgot something so i was doing everyone in suits and wanting baby #2 but I started to think it was a bit silly because they all looked the same, so I changed the story for most of them. anyways i hope you still liked it, i made it with a lot of love and i apologize for taking so long

Seungcheol

You and Scoups were a public couple, fans distrusted you for years, you were always openly saying how much you loved seventeen's songs and still always singing Seungcheol's excerpts, and he openly talking about the films you star in without the slightest shame. So when you guys finally came out as a couple, your fanbase wasn't shocked at all.

A few years later as a married couple, after a one-year hiatus, you were seen in public with scoups carrying two little girls, that's how they found out that you had become parents of twin girls.

Years later, now with your daughters a bit older, you were getting ready for an awards ceremony, your burgundy dress matching with scoups tie, your girls' dresses in light pink. You were looking for your earring in every corner of your room when you went down to the living room to ask if your husband was with him, but when you arrived in the living room you saw the most adorable scene ever, Seungcheol trying to fix one of the girls' hairstyle while the another was stuck to his back kissing his cheek.

You can tell you felt your stomach turn at the Scoups' serious look as he tried not to ruin his daughter's hair, while the other looked at her father as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

Scoups was such a wonderful, caring and kind father.

You guys hadn't really brought up the subject of having kids anymore considering all the work you'd put in with both of them at once, but now it's a topic you'll actually talk about after seeing your husband being an extraordinary father.

It was only when you arrived at the awards ceremony that you realized you only had one earring in your ear.

-

“How beautiful my dear wife, you already want to have another baby”

Seungcheol said pushing his length into you, as he wiped your tears and brushed the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Will you let me fill you up so you can get pregnant again? Do you want to have a big belly carrying my son again?

Jeonghan

You knew you wanted to have another child with Jeonghan as soon as you saw him carrying your newborn son in the hospital, but that's something that absolutely every mother feels so you honestly didn't pay much attention to the feeling. But now, on the exact same date, a year later, you felt the same thing but with an animalistic intensity.

It was your son's first birthday and you decided to have a party with just the child's grandparents. With a maximum of ten balloons scattered around the large room, the grandparents amused by the baby's toothless smile, you decided to grab a candle and a lighter so you could sing personalized congratulations.

returning to the room with a candle and the lighter in your hand it was completely involuntary to rub your legs with emotion after seeing Jeonghan with your son in his arms. They were both wearing matching clothes, they both had the same smile, the same eyes and the same nose, they were like clones. the baby's thin hair was the same tone as yours but he was still a miniature Jeonghan, and seeing him smile so sincerely with his son in his arms made your eyes water a little.

-

“Jeonghan I want another baby." You admitted once the baby was sleeping in the crib.

“Do you really want another child or do you just want me to fill you?” He said smiling, and after your response in the blink of an eye your situation was completely different.

Your back arched as your ass was in the air and you cried and screamed with your face in the pillow.

“You asked for it, now you handle it.” Jeonghan said kissing your back.

Joshua

Joshua has always been a very giving person, every sunday going to church to pray for the well-being of others, and at least once a month going to orphanages to care for sick or orphaned children. And it was on one of these trips to the orphanage that you met.

Now years later Joshua continues with the same cherished habit of providing for others, and that's how you discovered that necessarily marrying him and carrying his child in your womb

Joshua was in bed when they called from the orphanage saying that a new child had arrived, as always Joshua shouted from the bed and ran asking if you would go with him to meet the new family member, you obviously said yes, quickly getting ready with him.

When you arrived in place, you ran to the bathroom because you were holding on too tightly to make a good impression on the child. returning to the giant garden looking for an unknown face, who you thought was around 4 or 5 years old, you saw Joshua's back and his arms as if he was waiting for something. Joshua quickly noticed your presence and turned to see you.

The child was definitely no older than 6 months old, Joshua held her with so much care, looked at her with so much care and love that you felt your blood pressure dropping.

Joshua was born to be a father, and you were the only one who hadn't realized that yet.

-

Now you had your legs as close together as possible, squeezing yourself constantly trying to hold in the liquid that would give you a child without letting a drop leak out.

As soon as you got home you admitted your dirty thoughts towards Joshua, who quickly took off your clothes, turned you around and filled you up.

“If you really want my son, don’t let a drop leak.” Joshua said from the kitchen, making you a sandwich while you smiled with completely red cheeks.

Junhui

It was the first time you had been away from your son for more than 10 hours, and Junhui was a wreck. Both had already cried because you missed your baby while he slept peacefully next to you, and now the day of true farewell had arrived.

You were going to a wedding a few hours away, so in case it was to late on the way back, you had already booked a hotel room just in case.

At the moment you were adjusting your heels sitting on the bed, while you saw Hunhui on the baby monitor talking to the adorable baby. you managed to hear a few words like “i’m going to miss you.” or “don’t cry too much in your grandmother’s ear.” Junhui was already ready with his suit and you, now late, ran to your son’s room to say goodbye too. but when you arrived at the door, when you saw Junhui's look at the child, you didn't know how to describe whether your heart was tender or swollen.

As expected, it was very late when the wedding ended and you had to sleep at the hotel, you could feel Junhui awake and restless by the way he moved in bed, and it left you with a wonderfull idea.

-

“You're such a good father." You said, panting on top of Junhui, riding his dick. “So worried about your son." Now you lay down in the perfect position to whisper in his ear

“Let’s give him a brother so he won’t be so alone, let’s have another child to worry about." You said and I could feel your cock twitching inside your tight, damaged interior

Soonyoung

it was yours daughter's first halloween, and quite obviously, soonyoung dressed her up as a tiger.

Yall had absolutely no party to go to, and honestly you thought the idea of ​​going door to door with a baby in costume was a bit strange, so you only dressed up for some photos and to have a fun memory about your first halloween as a family.

Soonyoung obviously begs you for the whole family to be tigers, so while you were looking for a shirt of his with a tiger print or some other style of clothing, when you returned to the living room you saw the most heart-warming scene in the world.

Soonyoung was holding the small hands of the child, who was trying to stand, while they were both smiling widely, you couldn't help it and took a photo of the moment, certainly thinking about how beautiful it would look framed on the wall.

Now that your daughter was already asleep, you went to talk to soonyoung about the scene you saw and you were obviously teased about it.

“Since you liked me so much seeing our daughter, let’s have another one”

-

“Younggg…” You mumbled trying not to make noise so as not to wake the beloved child in the next room

“i also love seeing you with our baby, let’s do one more” He pushed his length into you, who groaned at the invasion without warning.

“Ohh… ​​please soon, let’s have another one”

Wonwoo

In fact, wonwoo took the initiative to have another child with you.

Wonwoo has a younger brother and he can definitely say that it is a wonderful thing to have someone to look after and be able to talk to, so after a year of your baby being born wonwoo called you to talk about it.

The conversation was absolutely very short, he simply admitted that he wanted another child and you opened the robe you were wearing and let it fall to the floor

-

“Such a willing mother.” He kissed your chin and quickly moved down to your neck. “Such a willing wife”

“How can you be so willing to make me happy." He smiled ramming his cock into you, who twitched beneath him

“Are you so wet just thinking about me bearing another child? Do you like to imagine me filling your brim?”

You managed to hear a chuckle from him as you hurriedly shook your head answering the question. “You will look so beautiful swollen with my son”

Jihoon

Honestly there wasn't a specific moment that you knew you wanted to have another child with Jihoon, because you always knew that once you saw this man as a father, you would never stop, but I really think the penny dropped when your son asked for a sister.

You were having a movie night when suddenly your three year old son asked for a little sister. your face automatically turned to Jihoon, who as already looking at you.

You talked to your son and said you were going to talk to his father about it, and when you saw your son's reaction, you swore to yourself that you would give this child a giant family to love

“You can rest assured that you’re going to have a little sister." You heard Jihoon whispering in your son’s ear while he was still looking at you

-

“Jihoon…” you whimpered underneath him, your legs spread, your arms up being held by your husband’s strong hand

“We have to fulfill our firstborn’s wish, and now is the perfect time”

Jihoon was referring to the weekend he was spending with his grandparents, you were definitely going to be pregnant by the end of this sunday.

dokyeom -

Today was your cousin's wedding and you were desperately late. putting on your heels as you jumped up to your one-year-old daughter who was in her crib still in her pajamas, after all you left her there to get ready first and dress her up later, but distracted by the happiness of putting on makeup for a big event again you completely lost track of what time .

Mentally cursing yourself for messing around so much while doing your makeup, you entered the room imagining the little girl with her hair all tangled up, a dirty diaper stinking of poop and her tantruming with hunger, but when you opened your eye, preparing for the worst you saw dokyeom a hand without a lap.

He was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her awake so she could rest later. Dokyeom was divine with those formal clothes and kinda wet hair, you were led to think about your husband making you feel good thinking about having another child

She was already dressed beautifully, her suitcase was already packed, her hair was in a beautiful hairstyle and with a beautiful bow that matched her dress. Dokyeom had done all of this knowing you would be late.

-

“do you want to see me be a father again? did you like me seeing our daughter today?” dokyeom said as he kissed your sweaty neck.

“are you going to let me fill you up again? will you let me breed you?" he laughed at your scrunched up face with no coherent thoughts in your brain.

Mingyu

That Mingyu is a famous model that everyone knows, and that you, his makeup artist, had great chemistry with him, everyone knows, that's how you met. Now married with two daughters, brands caught your opportunity to do a commercial featuring Mingyu as his girls' father, so you did him in makeup for the shoot.

It was a casual commercial, something like them at a picnic, an outdoor field. With a brush you touch up the makeup on Mingyu's tanned skin while others arranging the scene.

In the scenes, Mingyu had one on his shoulders and the other was running hand in hand with her father or with the two playing together while he smiled admiringly. Seeing this scene was something that super swelled your heart with love and warmed your insides with emotion at seeing your husband and daughters.

When you got home at the end of the day, you were both exhausted and fell into your crib like rocks.

-

“Mingyu, give me another child” He wasted no time in pushing you onto the bed and holding your legs in the air and starting to push his length into your wet core.

“You were certainly excited about me seeing it in the commercial today, right? Do you want to have another child after you saw me looking so hot taking care of the girls” He talked to you while your eyes rolled constantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to only let you sleep tonight after you have an baby in your womb.”

Minghao

You and Minghao always had in mind that you wanted someone to love and call family, technical children would only come as a bonus if your partner also liked the idea of ​​procreating.

Minghao was a little piece of heaven, being everything good you could imagine, so when he thought about his thoughts about just wanting one person to call family without the obligatory need to involve a baby you were left in doubt.

Your first child was an accident and you discovered the pregnancy at 4 months, welcoming the pregnancy you saw the brightness in Minghao's eyes increasing even more, especially after your son was born.

Now, a few years later with an older child and already demonstrating some personality traits, you will see that any chance to bring lives with the same principles as Minghao you will definitely seize this opportunity.

So yes, practically you would get pregnant countless times if it meant several mini Minghao’s around the world.

“Let’s have another baby now Hao” You said as soon as Minghao sat on the bed getting ready to sleep, but now a night’s sleep is no longer guaranteed.

-

You were on your sides, lying on the bed, your pajamas were askew and your panties dragged to the side as Minghao pushed into you calmly.

“How beautiful asking me to get you pregnant, looking at me with such long eyes, your red cheeks and your sweaty hands.” He whispered in your ear slowly

“You were so nervous, did you think I would deny your request?” He kissed your neck moving his index finger to your sensitive spot “I will never deny you that”

Seungkwan

Seungkwan has always been romantic, and even after his first child was born he continued with this characteristic. Always bringing you flowers when he came home from work, bringing you your favorite chocolate or even asking for your favorite food to be delivered to your door while he was traveling.

So in his head, even though he knew that any basic conversation about having another child would probably end with you agreeing with him and you making the second child, but Seungkwan wanted to win over the second child, he wanted to win over you.

Suddenly Seungkwan would come home with clothes that were smaller than what your son was wearing because he had gotten "confused", sometimes he would take the foods you craved during pregnancy and ask you if it reminded you of anything or even buy a shirt written "big brother" for his son after all he hadn't even seen the print. So when you thought about it, you realized that Seungkwan was already way ahead of you, giving you clues about having another child from the beginning.

-

"Kwannie, if you wanted another baby you just had to tell me" You said on top of him, he had covered your face in shame the moment you discovered his plan and climbed on his dick.

"I didn't want to pressure you" He spoke shakily, you guys fit together so well. You were so magnificent on top of him.

"You deserve another child, and I will never feel pressured by something you do."

Vernon

Vernon has a good relationship with his sister. According to him, he and his sister were always friends and always counted on themselves in situations that their parents were unable to help. You have a good relationship with your brother, and you definitely agree with Vernon's wise words.

Gaining a sibling for both of us was like winning the lottery, receiving the best gift in the world, having a friend of your own blood. So you've definitely come to the conclusion that you're either going to have a couple of children or none at all, and as you're now going out with a five-year-old child, it's time to give the gift that you both managed to receive for the anxious firstborn.

-

“I forgot how addictive you are” Vernon mumbled as you moved on top of him.

“I think I’m going to try to get you pregnant every day from now on.”

Chan

Chan is a chaming person, and he actually its very good at making people do what he wanted, without them even knowing that. So when he saw you as a actual mother, holding your lilttle girl in your arms, Chan knew that all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was making you more and more of a mother and seeing you enjoying your motherhood.

Of course he would help around the house, he wanted to be a good husband/father so you could see his effort and give him a reward (a new baby)

Obviously Chan knew that your first pregnancy was very great and you did not suffer at all coparing to others mothers experience, and he knew if someday you started acting like that, it would be the end of the story. But he couldnt help himself when he saw you all curved up for him, with your tearing eyes begging for another baby

-

"Of couse i will give you another baby." He kissed your forehead as you mumbled below his muscular body

"How can i say no after you look at my so beautiful like that?" He whines in your ear seeing you tremble all up again.

"Such a beautiful mother." And yet again, Chan always get what he wants.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling I'll bite my grandmother next time they comment on my weight?

Me (23yo Transmasc) live with some roommates and away from my family because they're transphobic (still deadname me, still misgender me). It isn't easy but it's better for all of us.

Recently, I gained a lot of weight because of a psych med I am taking, about 45lbs, so now I am 200lbs on 5'2" and I absolutely have no money to go to a gym and no time to wake up since I work 44hrs/week in a job I already walk a lot and lift a lot of weight. My food intake was the same, doctor said yes, it was the meds making me gain weight and I am like okay, I always wanted to be a bear anyways and instead of wallowing in despair I bought new, bigger clothing that made me feel better.

Last week, though, my family invited me for a sunday lunch, and I went because I really like my siblings. Going there, my grandparents and uncles were there, and my grandmother and mother immediately noticed my weight gain and made the Face™ and asked me what happened. I told them that i gained weight due to a med. They've always been weightwatchers for free for me and would criticize me to the slightly more i would get fatter and praise me to the hell and back when I lost weight, so I am already defensive of what they'll say next and noticing the dirty looks they're giving me for using XXL clothing and having a double chin.

As I am serving a glass of soda for me (it was ALL that was there to drink and I ain't eating food dry) though, my grandma points at it and makes an inflating motion. I then snap at her and tell the next comment on my weight, I'll bite her. She backs off saying she's only worried for my health and I tell her no she isn't, because she praised me the time I got pancreatitis and got down to 165lbs and barely could stand up. (Pancreatitis made me throw up everything I ate for four days and I was hospitalized, losing a shitton of weight in the process), if she did care she would be worried that time. My mom tried to intervene and tell me that i was probably being just lazy to gain all that weight and it's not even the meds. I snap and tell I am also going to bite her next time she comments on my weight. Both women back off and let me have my goddamn lunch in peace, and I leave pretry early from there. When I get home there's a text from my uncle telling me to try to understand his mother's side and that she only wants the best for me and I should forgive her slip ups, and I tell him that I am not forgiving that and they can have their shitty family lunches without me if I will be criticized everytime i eat or drink in front of them. AITA?

[stcpidcupid]

⩩♡⃗ ⠀⠀⠀ STUPID CUPID ⠀:⠀ CANDY SALAD TRAUMA DUMP ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ib. @bluwavez / i had no idea this even existed until i saw your post </3

disc. this post mentions drugs, cheating, hospital, abusive grandma & parents, death & blood, being outed out. if i missed something, please let me know!

The video opens to an empty bowl placed innocently on the counter. Behind the camera, you can already hear giggling as Cheska walks into view, proudly holding a bag of her chosen candy. "Okay," she starts but breaks into chuckles, "My name is Cheska, and when I was younger, my dad sold my dog without telling me because he needed money for food."

There’s a short 'Oh!' behind the camera. Cheska continues smiling and dumps the candy into the bowl. "I bought Mini Psychedelic Jawbreakers!"

She walks away, and Aimee steps into view, still looking towards where Cheska exited. "I'm Aimee, and um, when I was five years old, my parents divorced and fought for me. My mother won but then practically abandoned me the moment I started school because, apparently, drugs were more important to her." She shrugs, showing a bag of Sour Patch Kids Extreme before pouring the contents into the bowl and mixing them with Cheska's.

After she leaves, there’s a brief pause as the girls try not to react behind the camera. The video shakes a little as the person behind the camera switches with someone else, and Tomie jumps into view, tilting her head. "This is Tomie, and when I was younger, my dad ruined my acting career after he was arrested. I was only fourteen and hated by literally everyone for something that I had no part in," she shrugs.

"Oh, and I brought Starburst!" Tomie says as she pours the packet. She hesitates, raises her hand, and points her middle finger before scratching her nose. Someone squeals behind the camera, and Tomie bitterly smiles as she walks away. The video shakes again as she grabs the phone again.

Looking confused, Jeanne slowly walks into the frame, holding a bag of Sour Gummy Worms. She stands there silently for three seconds before the camera cuts to a new scene where she introduces herself. "I'm Jeanne of Stupid Cupid, and when I lived in France, my grandmother would hit me if I didn't live up to her expectations, but nothing was ever good enough for her." She dumps the bag of candies into the bowl, adding fuel to the burning fire, "On her deathbed, she told me she was sick because of me, so I said I'm happy she's dying."

Gobsmacked, the rest of the girls quiet down, torn between staying silent or commenting. Aimee randomly remarks, "Damn, nothing will top this now," and Jeanne genuinely smiles at this. The tense situation breaks, and the other members laugh as Viva approaches the bowl quickly.

"I'm Viva, and when I told my mom I wanted to be an idol, she kicked me out of the house, so I had to live with my grandparents. I also brought Candy Sticks!" She throws a peace sign and walks away.

Cheska reappears, holding a different bag of candies. "Cheska again, and when I was younger, I ran away from home because I thought I was the reason my family was poor. A police officer found me sitting in a park two days later." She covers her mouth and laughs as if she didn't just say something severe, then dips the bag of Skittles. Waving to the camera, she moves back to her previous place, and Aimee takes her place in front of the almost full bowl.

"I'm Aimee, and when my ex cheated on me, I went and fucked his older brother. Both of them had small dicks anyway," she casually adds, eliciting loud laughs from the other members. After the laughter calms down, she shows her second candy. "I also brought Haribo's gummy bears." She takes a piece from the bag before pouring the rest into the bowl, shaking the last two pieces stuck to the bottom.

"It's Tomie, and my childhood went into raising my younger brother because my mom went crazy and had to be admitted to a hospital. My older sister refused to help until I left to be an idol," she quickly says after appearing in front of the camera, looking slightly angry. "I never forgave them for that," she adds, proudly showing a bag of Twirls.

There's a faint 'Do I have to do this one?' heard off-camera, and Tomie nods, ushering Viva into her place. The younger girl doesn't look as amused as before and quickly holds up a bag of Jolly Ranchers. "Um, I once came out to my ex-best friend and told her I'm attracted to females. She betrayed me by outing me to the whole school after promising she would keep it a secret." Tomie's hand appears, patting Viva on her shoulder before pulling her closer and away from the camera.

Jeanne returns with a Laffy Taffy bag. The girls decided to make her the last person to share. She is noticeably paler than before. "Um, I'm Jeanne, and, um, I witnessed someone else brutally die right in front of me. I don't want to remember how, but blood was everywhere." This statement is met with silence. Once again, Aimee breaks the tension, "Well, looks like Jeanne won this."

The other girls nervously laugh, and the video ends with Jeanne innocently waving as the camera points down to the bowl.

[siobhanbooks]

PG Vi as a fanfiction author, authors note post chapter 26

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR POLITICAL GAIN CHAPTERS 24, 25, 26

sorry for the late update, guys, but things have been crazy

so me and my boyfriend's cousin (also a good friend of mine, let's call him B) were kidnapped from my brothers house and held hostage for several hours. to cut a long story short, B got shot and I got tortured (minorly though)

so then said boyfriend and his best friend (who turns out are both FBI agents) break in there to rescue us. B is minutes from death, massive blood loss by the time the EMTs get there, I've got broken ribs and dislocated joints and am loosing consciousness.

so we get rushed to hospital, B needs lots of hours of emergency surgery and we're both unconscious for about 36 hours apiece. eventually we wake up and our respective boyfriends get to give their big i love you I couldn't lose you speeches. also B and his boyfriend finally come out to B's cousin.

then B and his cousin (X) get to speak and everything gets sorted and no more secrets between them.

haha not true. turns out X's dad had been alive for the past 8 years when he was supposed to be dead (B's uncle note). and X knew but couldn't say anything because witness protection. so now he's turned up at the hospital so I know now but B doesn't and neither do him and X's grandparents. but X won't let them know yet - fair enough seeing as B got shot less than 48 hours ago.

but good news I should be getting out tomorrow then it's a hotel near the hospital for a few days before B gets discharged and then we all go home. with very overprotective boyfriends.

also turns out my mom is less shit than I thought so... plus she's not homophobic she just hates my brother's partner for his personality not his sexuality.

anyways love you all thanks for the comments

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[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Today marks my 7 month anniversary for my cardiac surgery. So id like to share my experience with SVT in honour of the doctors who have saved my life.

Also just in case people are interested!! Because honestly, its a very interesting condition.

As i said, its been 7 months since my surgery. Im forever greatful for my surgeons. Since its 7 months, i now experience no palpitations, which is awesome. Before it happened maybe daily? I feel non now. Its the best thing ive ever done.

Right, let me explain SVT first.

SVT stands for supraventricular tachycardia. Its when theres an additional pathway in the hearts electrical circuit, leading to the heart beating abnormally fast for an hour up to a day at a time.

Anyway.

I was diagnosed at the age of 4, in the US. I was visiting my grandparents and i was sent ro multiple hospitals to get diagnosed. A specialist took me in and finally got me sorted. Ever since then, it has been a struggle.

Ive been on adenosise a a lot, sometimes a few doses at once as i was almost immune to it. Ive been in perri arrest (stage before cardiac arrest) around 3 times. I have been sedated once. I have a massive fear of neddles because of my experiences with them in hospital. I have been pinned down tons of times.

My the age of 8, i was on the strongest medication with the highest dose with two medications. Its very dangerous to take them both together, that now severe my condition was. A year ago, i was taken in by the famous hospital in london under their cardiac unit. My cardiologists finally decided to give me the cardiac ablation.

The cardiac ablation works like this:

9 slits are made near the groin, 5 on one side, 4 on another. Catheters are inserted into the veins and arteries up to the heart. They put you into an episode of SVT to find the extra parhway. Once found, they either burn it or freeze it off, scarring the heart safely. Everything is removed with no stitches at all.

My surgery went fine, textbook easy. I have 4 tiny scars near my groin/on my thigh. I experiences daily heart palpitations at resting for about 6 months, which is normal.

Recovery was easy. It was extremely hard to walk, thats all. Legs were extremely weak and your heart just feels a bit funny, with the beating i mean. I could definitely feel a difference. I just couldn't be on my side for the first few days, making sleeping uncomfortable.

Theres my experience!! It was a journey definitely, but im so glad i overcame it <3.

[ravenmoon903]

Headcanon Masterlist

This is where I'm going to put new headcanons.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE WITH ANY OF THESE

It took me an entire day to make this lol

This is long, be warned.

I edited it more right after I made it

Some headcanons changed from the original posts but whatev

Under the cut:

Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!

Virtual Singers

Hatsune Miku

Niigo

left handed

Kagamine Len

VBS

left handed

Niigo

left handed

KAITO

WXS

ambidextrous

Niigo

ambidextrous

Leo/Need

Ichika Hoshino

plays several instruments

joined the animators club in middle school and some kind of guitar group

when she was a bebe she had a miku themed nursery

Saki Tenma

Addison's disease (google it)

likes astrology and gemstones

Tsukasa sings her lullabies

Honami Mochizuki

baking club in middle school

hated apple pie til middle school

watches birds and has expensive equipment

Shiho Hinomori

secretly loves Wandasho and Momojan. Saki found out and told Shizuku

friends with Rui over Nightcord because they both like forensics

when she was a baby annoyed the hell out of Shizuku by touching her stuff

hates sudoku

More More Jump!

have a body positivity channel run by Airi

cooking with Airi and Minori at Minori's house (Samo got quite the attention, he has his own fanbase)

Minori Hanasato/Tenma

died from her bad luck and reincarnated into the Minori we all know and love /j

a Tenma sibling!

has a green hair feather

Haruka Kiritani

like to glassblow on a small scale

someone draw her as Elma from Yorushika please (begging)

when she was a bebe she had penguin themed toys

romance reader

Airi Momoi

actually Chinese (about the name, I can't explain it. Maybe her grandparents were Japanese and moved to China?)

likes to draw with Ena

when she was a baby she ate makeup

Shizuku Hinomori

likes sudoku

IQ of like 5 but EQ of 200

likes to garden

left handed

learned how to make hard candy

Vivid Bad Squad

Kohane Asuzawa/Tenma

her parents show her bebe pics to everyone they meet

played all the Mario games (Rae speaking here, Mario Odyssey is so good I could rant about it for hours)

likes to write fantasy stories at MEIKO's cafe

nothing scares her except public speaking

likes Taylor Swift but never told An

rollerblades

An Shiraishi

likes Taylor Swift but never told Kohane

loves kebabs but can't make them herself

skateboards

Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morissette represents her so well

gonna be called Taiga's lil girl even when she's thirty tbh

Akito Shinonome/Shiraishi

adopted by Ken because he was done with Shinonome papa's abuse towards Ena

left handed

gets a motorcycle for his 21st birthday (all the Tenmas and some of their friends chipped in to give it him. he loves it)

when he was a bebe pancake nursery

takes pride in not drinking water

Akikoha headcanon: he plays guitar for her

Toya Aoyagi/Tenma

left handed

fluent in Russian, English, German and French for classical music reasons

sees MEIKO as a mother figure

mystery reader

Wonderlands x Showtime!

Tsukasa Tenma

left handed

was inspired by the Sing movies (guys they're fr so good anyways)

star themed nursery when he was a bebe

wanted a dog but his parents said no because they wouldn't be able to take care of it

good friends with Kanade because they both have a reason to be in the hospital a lot

Emu Otori/Tenma

when she was a bebe she also had a star themed nursery

Tenma sibling

IQ = 5, EQ = 200

cursed once and now everyone is scarred for life

Nene Kusanagi

extremely grumpy on her period

my wife :D

plays a variety of games on Steam, and has a Nintendo and a PS5

was born with gray streaks in her hair that faded as she got older

Rui Kamishiro

friends with Shiho because they both enjoy forensics

bribes An so he doesn't get caught doing things at school

took his mom's clock apart and put it back together at like 2 years old

ambidextrous

Nightcord at 25:00

Kanade Yoisaki/Tenma

plays a variety of instruments but is mostly skilled in the synthesizer

was born with darker hair and eyes but they faded when she got older

has cuts from trying to cook

Tenma sibling

left handed

Filipino

likes 80's music

Mafuyu Asahina

she can throat sing

plays electronic instruments and does vocals

she grew up eating spicy

Ena Shinonome

when Akito was born, she said 'bye bye baby' to him all the time (I did this to my own sibling so)

can't play instruments for the life of her

ambidextrous

takes pride in not drinking water

Mizuki Akiyama

does ballet

plays a bit of saxophone

when they were younger their sister made them bows and such

is the type to go to a country once and think they instantly know everything about that country

Tenma Siblings

they have a van which they decorated with star stickers and Tsukasa even put a sticker that said 'Star On Board!'

The Tenma family is Saki, Minori, Kohane, Tsukasa, Emu, Toya and Kanade

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

when he was a bebe hew had a frog themed nursery

had a salamander phase

hates mayo

keeps his room clean

left handed

reads comic books and magazines but also sneaks in some romance

Sam

hates tomatoes but likes pizza

Ado fan

had a very stereotypical childhood

left handed

Abigail

her parents fought about what theme to make her nursery. Caroline wanted a purple theme and Pierre wanted it to reflect the grocery store.

Caroline used to leave amethysts in her room but Abby would always eat them before she came back

likes to cosplay

Haley

preppy. not up for debate. mf Stanley and everything

has a blog for fashion, and Emily makes clothes that she really likes to post about

even though that she says quinoa is weird, she secretly likes it

her actual favorite food is curry

had a goth phase lmao (Emily doesn't use it as blackmail though)

wanted to become an influencer, but realized the industry fucking sucks

like wearing buns in her hair. AAHH IMMA DIE THINKING ABOUT HOW CUTE SHE LOOKS IN THAT SHIT AHH

Reddit lurker (meirl)

sharpie addict

Filipino (not up for debate) and can speak Tagalog, English, Indonesian and Spanish (Emily too)

types with ✨ too much

caffeine addiction for fun!!

Elliot

can't swim. Willy teases him for it sometimes

imagine him in a momojan outfit

Emily

left handed

Maru

ambidextrous

Penny

slight Southern accent

Jas and Vincent

likes to design buildings

dream of a proper school

made a terrarium but Jodi made them take it apart

Jas's full name is Jasmine

Vincent wants a dog but Jodi said no

they see Seb as a big brother, and Penny as a big sister

Willy

ambidextrous

Australian accent

Caroline

ambidextrous

Dwarf and Krobus

Krobus is ambidextrous

Dwarf is left handed

Clint

left handed

Marlon

left handed

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Aiura

has connections from her crystal ball

Our Life: Beginning and Always and Our Life: Now and Forever

Cove:

avid gamer

left handed

Qiu

skateboards

@wabatle

@stellas-starry-stories13

please do not copy or repost my work, and only use with persmission!

[ravenclawwitchc]

Normal People

*Happy New Year!

*a family bonding story

I took off to Beika like a fugitive, hastily launching without even getting fully dressed. The moment I touched down, the cold Beika air hit me. That chill snapped my soul back from its tropical island drift. Luckily, my grandmother, who came to pick me up, had brought a thick coat. When I asked about it, I learned that my grandfather, lying in his sickbed, had foreseen my wanderings and thoughtfully worried about me. Before putting on the padded jacket, I peeled off my loose-knit sweater. Grandma took it from me, examined it closely, and laughed, asking why I was still hanging onto the sweater she had knit for my mom so many years ago.

For an old woman, her body could be called robust.

I was still pondering whether her reassurances about her health during the small talk were just politeness – considering the Japanese cultural nuances and the estrangement of several years could easily create a facade of false dialogue. However, in the blink of an eye, she effortlessly heaved my massive suitcase into the trunk, making it look like a breeze.

The last time I visited Beika, I was just entering adolescence, a troublesome thirteen-year-old.

At that time, my grandparents were already retired, and they used to take me around Beika, riding roller coasters at Tropical Land and overlooking the Park from the Tokyo Tower. During the summer break, we happened to catch the summer festival, and it was my grandma who picked out the yukata I wore to watch the fireworks – a yukata with a ripple pattern of plum blossoms. I couldn't tie the obi of the yukata properly, so she stood in front of me, skillfully creating a bow shape with her warm fingers. That was the first time I felt a sense of familiarity with her, and I couldn't help but shed tears before leaving.

"Did you come back because of your grandpa?" Grandma asked as she drove.

Beika had just experienced snowfall, and the snow on the asphalt had been shoveled to the sides, forming towering snowbanks. The air in the wind was sharp, and the biting cold seemed to penetrate the car. I wondered if it was just my inner perception. The smell was my first clue to recognize Beika – the refreshing scent of Ramune Soda, the lingering smell of fireworks – all summer imprints. In contrast, winter in Beika felt like an unfamiliar rejection, making both the residents and the messages they conveyed seem unfamiliar.

"Yeah, but I had planned to come to Tokyo for an exchange next semester anyway, just a bit earlier, nothing much," I replied.

After hesitating for a while, I asked her if my grandpa was okay and took the opportunity to explain why my mom couldn't make it.

Grandma didn't look at me; she stared straight ahead at the road, as if there was something at the end of it. Her brow was furrowed, quite different from the always-smiling middle-aged woman in my memory – not just because of the passage of time. I feared her current expression might be the prelude to tears, and I dreaded hearing bad news about my grandpa. Clutching the tissues in my bag, ready to pull them out, I finally gathered the courage to ask again, and she replied, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal. If you're concerned, come with me to the hospital tomorrow to see him."

Before leaving, I asked my mom if she wanted to come.

I used Messenger for the inquiry, as international texts and calls were expensive, and messaging seemed more convenient and swift. There was an alternative possibility – I wasn't particularly keen on talking to her on the phone, and she probably sensed that. Yet, we both pretended as if everything was normal, skirting around the issue of our strained family dynamics. The last argument occurred when I wanted to go on an exchange to Tokyo University. The time before that was when I disregarded her advice and dated an Afro-Asian boyfriend – now an ex. But this didn't stop her from using stern words when she found out.

I also sent her Japanese news links, carefully choosing ones that weren't too sensational. However, the headlines in the links still sounded alarming with phrases like "seeking revenge" and "extremely vicious." The news images were pixelated, but one could vaguely make out people lying on the ground and blood spilled around. Mom read the messages but didn't reply. In the end, I called her. No answer. I didn't even have her new boyfriend's contact information. So, I tentatively emailed Mouri Law Firm, not expecting a response, but surprisingly, someone replied. And that's how I ended up flying over alone, in a rush, bringing only clothes, medicine, and my laptop. I forgot items like a comb and makeup – things my grandma had already prepared.

Grandma's house is a three-story building that seems to have been recently renovated. When I visited before, it had low Japanese-style tables where we knelt to eat. Now, it has been transformed into a Western-style dining setup with comfortable wooden chairs. According to my grandma, they replaced many components, including adding non-slip facilities and assistive devices in the bathroom. A savory aroma filled the room, and on the cutting board were scattered half-cut vegetables, fish, and tofu. Glancing at her watch, Grandma told me that her timing was just right, and the potato stew with pork ribs was almost ready to be served.

This marked my first meal back in Beika.

What gave me a bit of relief was that my grandpa seemed to be doing okay. Grandma mentioned that my perception of "okay" might be due to not comparing him to how he was before the surgery, let alone using Kudo Shinichi from even earlier as a reference.

The ICU at Beika Central Hospital had snatched him back from the clutches of death. Now he was recovering in a single-patient room, with only two hours of visiting time allowed each day. On this point, Grandpa expressed a different opinion, attributing his survival to the "goddess of luck." As he said this, he looked at my grandma, who silenced him with a disapproving gaze. I sensed there was something I didn't fully understand in their exchange.

Regarding the attack, he spoke about it casually, mentioning it was simply a matter of a former suspect he once investigated seeking revenge after being released from prison. Death sentences are rare in Japan, so it's not uncommon for the perpetrator to consider him prey years later. He had mentally prepared himself for this possibility. However, he emphasized that if anything were to happen, it would be best not to involve his family, including me. His tone grew solemn here, and a certain aged expression appeared on his face. Before this, I would have described him as cheerful and indomitable.

Of course, he said this while my grandma was out. When she returned to the hospital room, he changed his tune, mentioning that the situation was unexpected, and that he would take precautions in the future. As for the details of these precautions, he evaded the topic. Grandma advised him to rest more, not to overthink, and to discuss these matters later. It was clear from her expression that she knew what he had just told me.

"If it weren't for... in the past, I could easily block a slow knife like that," Grandma said as she was cooking at home in the evening, adding butter. "But Shinichi's legs are not what they used to be either."

I initially joined her out of courtesy, not wanting the elderly to work alone in the kitchen. However, her discussion of food philosophy was so exquisite that it pulled my wandering thoughts away from my studies, the grandfather in the hospital, and the unanswered messages from my mom. The conversation gradually extended to those who weren't present. I took the whipped cream she prepared and, under her guidance, added low-gluten flour and eggs to the plate, then started stirring. My hands remembered before my mind did.

"Are we making lemon pie?"

"You remember? I used to make it for you."

"Oh, ... my mom taught me before."

The memories connected through food were more distant than I had imagined. It was an image of me, who now often ate alone while watching Netflix, almost forgetting. The lights, the kitchen, the child teetering on a chair, and the mom deftly grabbing the knife – no one else, no other sounds.

"Is your mom doing okay now?" she finally asked.

"She... has a new job and a new boyfriend," I replied, not wanting to delve into details. One reason was that I wasn't sure if this fell under my mom's privacy, and the other was that we had grown distant in the past few months. Discussing topics like "privacy" and "distance" with my grandma felt a bit odd, after all, it was her daughter – a daughter she didn't often see. "By the way, you're still keeping that bedroom on the third floor for Mom. It's a pity she can't come back to stay."

"That child... she won't want to come back to Beika."

Grandma turned on the tap, washing her hands back and forth. "You two had an argument about you coming to study in Beika, didn't you?" Seeing my expression, she smiled gently and added mischievously, "It seems I've picked up some detective skills after all."

Despite her playful words, Grandma's expression still seemed a bit tense.

"Has she ever talked to you about the past?"

"The past?"

"Guess not... Well, you have to protect your mom's privacy, and I have to protect my daughter's privacy too," she laughed. "If there's a chance later on, let her tell you herself."

While it's true that Mom hadn't talked much about the past with me, it didn't mean I was completely unaware.

Occasionally, she would mention my grandpa and grandma, her tone complex. Sometimes, I would catch her flipping through her own photo albums. When I was a child, I played with her iPad once and found a long string of search records for "Kudo Shinichi" and "Mouri Ran." These names were unfamiliar to me, so I clicked on them, reading stories that seemed like something out of a novel – a person capable of everything, solving injustices and fighting evil. At that time, I didn't know they were my grandparents. I asked my mom if she knew these two people while holding the iPad, and she then told me they were her parents.

On the second night in Beika, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, trying to recall any hints my mom might have dropped about the past, attempting to piece together what happened. However, what lingered in my mind were my grandma's seemingly carefree attitude, my grandpa's attempts to be strong in front of her, and my mom staring blankly at photos. A family that was difficult to understand.

Unable to sleep, I walked to the window and opened the curtains slightly. It was snowing. The street lamps cast a yellowish halo on the pure white snow. Beika had gradually shifted from the central area due to Tokyo's development over the years, and this area with its old buildings was especially quiet, occasionally interrupted by the sound of cars speeding by.

I took out my phone and looked at the album I had secretly taken of my mom. The first picture showed a young and handsome couple holding a baby, smiling together. The second one captured them frantically trying to calm down a crying baby – the look of anxiety written on the faces of the new parents. It was evident that the person behind the camera must have burst into laughter, as the second image was slightly blurry.

My mom and grandma looked very similar. The first time I saw them, I almost thought it was a picture of my parents.

The events that unfolded the next day proved my grandma's reasoning error, particularly the notion that "she won't want to come back to Beika." Mom came back.

My mom is a very meticulous person, someone who dresses neatly and immaculately even at parent-teacher meetings. It seems like she perpetually carries a part of Japan or Beika with her – it's not that she won't return; it belongs to her. She is also very strict with me, down to specifying the exact times I can't eat ice cream. So, I eventually learned to buy two cones – one for myself and one to shut her up when she started lecturing me. My cunning side is probably something Grandpa would appreciate. However, some matters are not negotiable, unlike ice cream. For example, my desire to come to Beika – or rather, my intention to settle down here – was an absolute mistake from the beginning.

So when I saw her in the hospital room, I was genuinely surprised. She looked a bit disheveled, and that's when I realized the inheritance of our hair – if not carefully maintained, it would defy gravity and stand tall, a trait shared between me, my mom, and my grandma.

Grandpa lying in the hospital bed, seemed more lively than the day before, clearly not anticipating his daughter's arrival.

I could deduce that she arrived in a hurry, perhaps having bought a ticket as soon as she read my message, taking an overnight flight. Seeing Grandpa looking seemingly fine, she wore a face that expressed both relief and slight annoyance. When I arrived, she had just finished talking with my grandpa, and it was clear she still remembered that the man in front of her was now a patient, so she tried to keep the atmosphere at a warm level.

She asked Grandpa, "Is the culprit caught this time?"

Grandma answered, "He's been detained, going through the legal process. This time, it's your father's disciple who's handling the case..."

She glanced at Grandma and said seriously, "This time, you were lucky. What about the next time? Do you plan to keep relying on luck to survive?" Her tone softened, "Is it really that bad for you to live outside Japan with me?"

I started feeling awkward and quietly slipped out, opening the door. The hospital corridor twisted, with people waiting to visit Kudo Shinichi holding gifts not far away. The windows were clear, reflecting the falling snow outside. After a while, Mom came out. There were tears on her face. She wordlessly grabbed my hand, gripping it tightly. Grandma followed, calling her name.

"If I won't take her away, how will you protect her?" Mom turned back, sadness in her eyes. "What if those people want to kidnap her, like they did back then..."

Grandma held my mom's hand, leading her back into the hospital room, as if guiding a child.

I stood there in confusion, with red marks on my wrist from my mom's overly strong grip.

The pie crust for the lemon tart can be refrigerated for an hour or more after being kneaded into dough. It can even stay for a day, with the maximum duration being a month. I took the crust out of the fridge, preparing to press it into the mold, and then put it in the oven for a bit. Grandma was next to me, making lemon custard and squeezing juice from the green lemons. Her hands were steady, and she handled the knife with expertise. I encountered danger during the summer; Beika had an unexpectedly high crime rate. It might be the mutual attraction between detectives, lawyers, and criminals. At that time, my grandpa spoke calmly, intertwining his hands and supporting his chin, presenting his deductions, while my grandma swiftly ended the criminal's counterattack with a spinning kick, appearing smooth and agile.

"About your mom's situation..." she hesitated this time.

"I'll hear it directly from her," I interrupted her, feeling that a serious family discussion required my mom's presence. "She messaged me, and we plan to meet tomorrow. So, why don't we talk about your past instead?"

My mom's "past events" might have some similarities with what my grandpa was currently facing. However, rather than delving into those matters tonight, I would prefer a cozier atmosphere and save the family affairs for later.

"I once read news reports about you and grandfather," I said, "They described you both like superheroes or something."

"... " Grandma mixed lemon juice, sugar, and eggs, creating a fresh and tender custard. She asked softly, "So, have we disappointed you?"

I was poking holes in the pie crust and nearly distracted enough to poke my own hand. "How could you be a disappointment? It's just that stories from others always have some element of exaggeration."

For instance, my grandparents are not omnipotent. For instance, they can also make mistakes in weighing their decisions.

"Alright," Grandma said thoughtfully, "Well, I haven't talked to you about it yet..."

She began, stating that everything started with a lie, a case that spanned half of their lives and consumed almost all of their energy. The initial point was quite ordinary.

"Is it the one where you took me to play at Tropical Land?"

Not just Tropical Land. In the memories that followed, there were shadows of places I had been to, such as Beika Central Hospital, the summer festival, and the Tokyo Tower. The events experienced by Kudo Shinichi and Mouri Ran together grew more and more, until finally, she realized that the boy with round glasses was her boyfriend.

"Do you just forgive him like that?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "Your grandpa and I, we've made a lot of mistakes... in the end, we're just ordinary people."

The ordinary proposal, ordinarily giving birth, struggling to take care of their daughter in the intervals between work, wanting to protect her world from being destroyed but always falling short. Cases solved, the exciting ones get written and reported, and the ones with no follow-up are pondered in the late hours of the night, sometimes waking up the sleeping person beside, two people brooding together. Losing some people, and gaining others in their lives.

Beika is a complex and three-dimensional city, dangerous, yet stamped with layers of intertwined memories. Over seventy years, piled into thick heaps like snow, starting with Kudo Shinichi and Mouri Ran, then becoming a family of three. Later, the daughter leaves, and the granddaughter occasionally returns, like a migratory bird. In the photos, those two young people who were once at a loss gradually turned into elderly figures who now admit their shortcomings, narrating to me the dark and bright years.

The oven signaled that it was time. I watched as my grandma poured the lemon custard into the pie crust, creating a complete lemon pie.

"Wait until tomorrow, take this to your mom," she said softly.

Fin.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, Babies, loss, blood

Another day at my grandparents drew to a close. After Dilek made her way home, N. and I got in a discussion. Not about her, it was about Alex, Daniel's Brother. 😔

Alex wrote me a letter, bcs he couldn’t call me. Daniel was against it! However, Alex mentioned a date in his letter. He wanted to see me! He said/wrote, he will wait for me in front of my and Daniel’s apartment on that particular day. I really wanted to see Alex!! I wanted to know what’s going on with Daniel and why he left me??? But as you can imagine, Nico was against it. Which was totally understandable!! That’s why I tried to talk to Nico about it. N. didn’t forbid me, but he let me know, he was disappointed in me. 🙁😞

He didn’t want to start a fight and just went over to M.’s room, while I cleande up our dishes in the kitchen. Nico asked M., what's wrong with Ana?? Why's she avoiding me?? So my Cuz told him what happend between Ana, Adam, Dennis & me in their dorm a few weeks ago. Yup! "Agh, thanks, bro!" 🤦‍♀️😒Such a moron!

Anyway! Now I'm gonna tell you about the dress I found in my room this afternoon. I thought it was my Mom’s! I really loved that dress! I felt so pretty in it. But my Grama seemed to hate it? I had the impression my Grama didn’t want to tell me exactly what she had against the dress I was wearing? She just said it's hers, not my Mom's!! And well, before I went to bed, I wanted to try to talk to her about this thing again in peace. She just came out of the bathroom. My Grampa was still sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a western movie. 😄He and his bloody, old, western movies. 😆😆Agh, I hated them!

Back to that dress. I entered the bedroom. My grandma was expecting me. She knew I had questions and was ready to talk to me about it.

My Grams was born and raised in Italy. She had three siblings! 2 Sisters and a Brother. When my Grams was 16, she went to Greece with one of her sisters, who's 2 years older than her, to work there. They worked in a hotel. And just a year later, she met my Grampa. My Grams was able to learn some Greek. But together with my Grampa, she learned the language relatively quickly and so they fell in love with each other. After spending over a year in Greece, my Grama decided to marry my Grandpa. He asked her and she was also pregnant. Her parents agreed, as long as my Grams had someone to take care of her. My Grandma's family didn’t have much money. My great-grandmother had lost an arm while working in a factory. That’s why she couldn’t work anymore.

Anyway, my Grandma was happy in Greece with my Grandpa .They lived in my Grampa's house which belonged to his Parents, who also lived there. My Grama and Grampa wanted to save money together to move out, so they both worked a lot. Even though my Grandma was pregnant, she worked 12 hours a day. She wanted to, and she felt good, so she just kept going. But when my Grams was 8 months pregnant, she suddenly got contractions during her shift at the hotel. She had to go to the hospital immediately! Something seemed to be wrong. She was bleeding. At the hospital, my Grandma found out she was having twins!!! She didn't know! No idea how her gynecologist could miss this, but my Grama told me that she was not often at the doctor at that time. She only had an ultrasound once! She didn’t take this so seriously. She was only 18! And her doc just said, she is young and strong, so it's all gonna be fine. However,my Grandma lost a lot of blood during delivery. She almost didn’t survive, she became unconscious, she said. She doesn’t remember what happened? She only knew, she was in a beautiful place, while the Doc's struggled to save her life. Everything felt so peaceful and wonderful. She wanted to stay there. She walked through a green meadow where two small kids suddenly ran towards her. She immediately hugged and kissed them. The three of them had a wonderful time on this beautiful meadow. They laughed, danced and played. My Grams was so happy. She didn’t want to leave this place. But after a while, the two Babies had to say goodbye to her. They told her, she had to go back home. My grandma didn’t want to, she asked, if she could stay there?... The Babies hugged her one last time, telling her not to worry about them. One day, they’ll see each other again, right here.

Then my Grama woke up and found herself in a bed in the hospital. She knew, her Babies didn’t survive 😟😢 ...... She told me, that she was not immediately sad as she woke up. She was rather disappointed, because she had to leave that beautiful meadow. A few days later my grandmother was back home. At home, she realized what had actually happened. She lost her Babies. 😔

And this dress I found, my Grandma loved when she was pregnant. Seeing me in that dress scared her, because I was pregnant too. She didn’t want to tell me, not scare me. And secondly, she knew that when I learned that she had twins, it would only make me more insecure. My pregnancy was unplanned, what if I have twins too?? So yes, it actually worried me.

Me: Was Grandpa nice to you? I mean, was he good to you? 😟

Grams: Yeah, he took care of me. Don’t worry about me, it’s been over 40 years.... In summary, I can say.... yes, your Grampa was a good man. It wasn't allways easy with him. You know how much he loves his beer. But thanks to me, your grandpa is not a drinker! No matter how long he was out at night with his 2 brothers and buddies. Every morning, I kicked him out of bed to go to work. But when it came to you kids, I could always rely on him... I know you’re still sad about Daniel. I heard you and Nico talking, but ask yourself a question, A.! How will it be in a few months? How do you imagine your future, not your present!! Now everything may seem uncertain and you are sad. You miss & love him. And if you weren’t pregnant, I’d advise you to wait and see about your marriage. Fact is, you don’t know why Daniel decided to leave? Maybe he didn’t see another way? Daniel is a calm, introverted guy. I think he kept a lot of things that bothered him to himself. In addition, he has never learned otherwise. He never really had anyone to... take care of him. Now it’s too late what his parents are trying to make up for. He doesn’t trust them, he generally has difficulty opening up. I think that’s why he couldn’t talk to you. I just want you to understand, that it wasn’t your fault. You can't fix in those few months you were with him, what went wrong for him in the past. And now that you’re pregnant, I doubt you and Daniel have a chance anyway. This will make it all the harder for him, to trust you. That's how things are rn. This is your current situation and you have to decide how you want to continue. Of course, I can’t tell you what to expect with Nico. But one thing I think, I can tell you! No man, no matter how much he loves you, will love your child as much as his Dad does. Daniel would probably try, and if he makes an effort, maybe he’ll be a good Dad for your Baby. But it’s Nico’s Baby. I know you had your struggles with him. But I talked to him last night. And in my opinion, you can rely on him. He’ll give you everything and he loves you. But most importantly, Nico doesn’t do drugs, bella. I know you don't wanna hear that, but this one important detail, is actually enough, to make the right decision, for you and your Baby.

Me: Why do you think I didn’t decide? I'm so happy with N. rn. I really want this with us! But..... yes! I'm still very sad about Daniel. I’m afraid to divorce him. I don’t wanna hurt him. I always feel like I’ve done something wrong, Nico and I, it feels like cheating.... You believe in God. Do you think someone wants to punish me for all I’ve done wrong? I don’t want my Baby to pay for my mistakes.

Grams: God does not punish, he forgives! That’s what it’s all about! Forgiveness. You have to forgive yourself, A.! But you did nothing wrong, honey. You were sad, felt abandoned, alone & broken. And Nico was there. You might think, he was there at the right moment. Where would you be now, if Nico hadn’t come back to your life? You can be honest A.! I’m not gonna be mad. I think I know what happend.

Me: I-....I’d probably be high with Dennis somewhere.

Grams: Who's Dennis?

Me: I met him at Ana's dorm.... We did drugs together. I even almost slept with him, even though I only met him a few hours before that. 😢

Grams: Come here.... You'll be fine. I'm gonna take care of you and your Baby. You're not alone... I'm there.

Me: Yea...... thanks... I'm going over to N.

Grams: Don’t tell Nico what you just told me. He doesn't need to know that.... You two have to get along with each other now and not fight. I think N is the guy for you. I'm pretty sure. And don’t forget what I said, think about the future, not the past. Tomorrow morning, I’ll remove all your wedding photos, you do the same thing in your room. That's rude to N. He didn’t do anything wrong, he was only there for you and I’m glad he’s back with you.

Me: So sorry about your Babies. I won't keep that dress. 😭

Grams: Oh, honey. It's ok. Please don’t think about my twins anymore. It's.... all fine. Afte all, just 2 years later, I got my boys and so you, your sister and M. That’s more than I ever dreamed of.

Agh, this was a lot! Sorry. But everything that has now been mentioned in the conversation between my Grama & me, will become a topic soon.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

hiya cas! i hope youre well 😊

so, i have some medical issues (nothing serious!! probably - im still waiting for a proper diagnosis but ive had a few appointments and tests etc and have been assured its nothing to be concerned about) and so i obviously have to go to hospital appointments sometimes for the aforementioned tests and discussions. it was scary at first (i hadnt been in a hospital since the day i was born up until this point, and i was 18 when i had my first of these appointments) but its easier now, but im still a little stressed

im not technically estranged from my family - i still live at home with both parents, and we're on decent enough terms - but we dont really have any sort of important conversations. or any personal conversations either. so i guess we're just not really close? idk. anyway, this has meant i have absolutely no idea what any of my family medical history is. i had to find out through my older sister that my father was diagnosed with diabetes four years ago (and she only found out because she worked at the pharmacy where he got his stuff from), and my eldest brother was the one who told me my grandparents' causes of death (they died before my birth and my parents never mention them), but they dont know any more than that either

this hasnt been an issue for me before, because obviously ive never needed to know. ive never been asked about it, but now that my own health isnt right, i kinda need to know. in my first appointment i got asked about it, but i told the doctor i didnt know and would ask at home

i did ask, to be fair. i spoke to my mother and explained why i needed to know but she just kind of... brushed it off? idk if thats the right way to phrase it. she said there was some vague thing about heart issues but she didnt say anything specifically, or which side of the family it came from, or anything all thay helpful at all

its so frustrating because im not the first of their kids to need this information. my sister has medical problems too (different issues than mine though) and our parents were no help with her either

i spoke to a friend about it last autumn when i first went to hospital and he looked at me so oddly, it made me feel so broken, i guess. apparently discussing medical history isnt a taboo subject in most households, because he knew all of his and he's never been to hospital for anything. but the way he looked at me like i was weird or something for not knowing was awful. again, it made me feel genuinely broken and damaged. it was kind of one of those moments where you realise 'oh, my family isnt normal' and it sucked, because i thought id had that realisation years ago

its happened with some other stuff too (i.e. telling parents about a relationship, friends, interests, spending time with family etc) and it just... it really sucks. i dont know what else there is to say than that ig lol

i was going somewhere with this ask, but ive kinda gotten off track and now i cant remember, soooo.... have a good day! thanks for reading my ramble 🥰

Hi hon!

I’m so sorry, whose moments of realization suck, truly. Please know that you did nothing wrong <3 

Because this is a health thing, I do have some advice for you (ignore me if you want!) There are forms on the internet that have questions about family history. Print one out and just give it to your mom and dad. Don’t give them room to question it. Say your doctor needs it, and you need them to fill it out.

I wonder, though, if your parents don’t share their history with you, they might not know their parents history. A lot of times, these kinds of things that happen in families are passed down. 

But yeah. Just give them a form and make it a health thing. You deserve that info. 

Again, please know that you are NOT broken, and it has nothing to do with you <3

(naming you medical anon)

[alatariel-gildaen]

I am not doing well.

At all.

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 42. I live at house number 42. As a life-long Hitchhiker's Guide fan, this is a birthday I've looked forward to for years (for my brother's 42nd a couple of years ago, I bought him a bowl of jet-black petunias, with a whale toy nestled amongst them. I was wondering how he would top it) but I cancelled my birthday this year.

Last year, my family drove down to visit us. My side of the family isn't large. Both sets of grandparents are dead, my mum was an only child, my dad's brother - who never had kids of his own - died when I was about 4. My brother is single and doesn't want kids or a partner. So my side of the family is me, my parents, my brother.

And we're close.

So yeah... they drove down to see me for my birthday. They stayed a couple of nights. They were going to leave shortly after breakfast on the morning of March 16th, but I persuaded them to stay just a little longer. To come with us to soft play, and then go after lunch.

They left mine at about 2pm. My little boy gets very distressed when people leave, so they had to sneak out (hence why they were originally going to leave after breakfast, straight from the hotel, so they didn't upset him.) As predicted, he got upset, and I texted mum. She answered straight away.

Anyway. She always gives me updates when she's on the road.

"We've just crossed the bridge. We're stuck in traffic. We've stopped for a coffee." And after an hour and three quarters, when I hadn't heard from her, I sent her a WhatsApp asking how they were getting on, then carried on playing with my 4 year old.

An hour later, I realised she hadn't replied. I checked my phone - the WhatsApp had been delivered but not opened. I didn't think anything of it immediately. Then half an hour after that, I saw that I'd forgotten to give mum her mother's day present, and messaged her again.

About another half hour after that message I realised what the time was, and started to worry. They ahould have been home, and still none of my WhatsApps had been opened. I called her. It rang and rang, with no answer. I tried my brother's phone. The same happened. I called Dad. Same again. I called and called and called, and by now panic was setting in.

So I began looking online for traffic updates. Any reason at all why they may be held up, unable to answer their phones. I saw that there had been an accident on the M25 around the time they were due to get there, and obviously my mind jumped to the worst. But the more I looked into that accident, it didn't seem to fit. Traffic reports said it involved a van and a lorry, and besides, if they were held up in traffic, they'd still be answering their phones, surely?

I looked at google maps, and the a21 looked completely blocked. Dark red for miles. I went on a local "what's happening" facebook group and there were several posts saying the same thing. Avoid the A21. Serious head-on collision. A stolen car being chased by police had ploughed into a white Audi, with three passengers. Two elderly. Judging by the suitcases, they'd been or were going on holiday.

I cannot begin to explain the horror of reading that. We began calling every single hospital we could think of, trying to track them down, and finally found them in Brighton. My mother-in-law raced over to us. The plan was that she would take me, my husband, and my son over to my sister-in-law's (which was on route) drop my son off there, then take me and my husband to hospital.

Just as my MIL arrived, the police turned up to tell me there had been an accident. I think they were very confused that I seemed to know more about it already than they did.

Anyway. The next 2 months were literal hell. My dad was in a coma, and at 80 years old, was walking a knife's edge between life and death. His list of injuries was extensive. From top to bottom, he had a broken shoulder blade, broken collarbone, every single bone in his right arm was broken, his elbow completely shattered, he had 5 broken ribs, his spine was fractured in two places, his pelvis was shatterd, his femur broken. One lung was punctured and collapsed, he had internal bleeding into stomach, his renal artery was damaged.

My mum and brother fared better. My brother had quite severe concussion and extensive bruising, but nothing else, my mum also had bruising and a small tear in her liver, but they were otherwise conscious.

After a week, both my mum and brother were discharged from hospital. We found a 2nd hand mattress that we set up in our living room, so that me, my husband, and my son could sleep in there, my brother taking my son's room, and my mum taking ours until dad could come home.

And he seemed to be miraculously improving.

But after a week, we received a phone call at around 3am. Dad had taken a turn for the worse. His heart had stopped twice, and they had made the decision to not resuscitate should it happen again. We should get to the hospital to say goodbye. We were told it wasn't a matter of 'if' but 'when.'

We stayed by his side for 36 hours, telling him stories. Remembering happy memories. And after those 36 hours, I remember the doctor's exact words. "I don't understand what miracle has happened here, but I think you are safe to go home."

My dad is a miracle. He improved. He woke up. 6 weeks later, he was well enough to be moved to a hospital closer to home.

But the trauma of those two months will always stay with me. I can no longer celebrate my birthday because the association and guilt that I was the one who made them stay later, and it was because of me that they were there in the first place, are too intertwined. I have been officially diagnosed with suffering from PTSD as a result of it. Yesterday was awful, but I know tomorrow will be even worse.

Tell your loved ones that you love them. I am fortunate to still be able to do so, but that can be taken away from us in a heartbeat

[poliodeuces]

do you ever just think how gentaro's favourite food is watermelon, a large, expensive fruit, and one that is usually shared with someone else. do you ever think abt how, if scenario liar's lyrics have some sincerity in them, this is a luxury item when he was a child, but as an adult something he can buy as he pleases now w his own money. do you ever think abt how growing up he's never been truly alone bc he's got his brother to keep him company...eating watermelon in the short hokkaido summer...engaging in their favourite hobby of telling each other stories, making up ones abt the people they see...

more rambling abt the yumeno under the cut (it's long)

i'll get this out of the way first: it's a popular headcanon that gentaro's older brother is an identical twin, extrapolating from gentaro's novel summaries that we get a brief glimpse on in the first chapters of the fp+m manga, and last year, in the gendice duet, murder at the magic house. couple that with the ominous implication of him impersonating a known yumeno-sensei (who happens to be his brother), far removed from what gentaro used to be. i Love my possibly committing identity-theft, driven by vengeance blorbo. it would be very funny if kr pulls a fast one on us and theyre not identical at all, so let's enjoy the art and the speculation while nothing's confirmed yet wwww they already did that by revealing that gentaro's "friend in the hospital" is actually a family member

there's so little we know about gentaro's home life. there's tiny bits of it, like how much his clothes mean to him, how he would starve himself writing bc of deadlines, that there's a specific cafe he hangs out in, etc. but unlike rmd or dice, details abt his origins are p hazy...scenario liar is an entire backstory that gets shut down at the end by claiming it's all a lie. but who's believing this admission anyway

my headcanon is that the yumeno were born and lived in nowhere snowy mountain town, hokkaido (just to explain his birthdate being a wintry april 1st). they were orphaned and taken care of by their grandparents. theyre not well-off and p isolated. i like to think that w the aging of their grandparents, they depend more on eo as they get older. fast forward to some time in the future, their grandparents pass, and they both move out, maybe together, leaving behind their home mostly empty with nothing of sentimental value but the house itself. there's no one else known in line to keep or take care of the house, and it's left without the possibility of renovation. what's the point of that anyway?

i like to think this scenario of their childhood home, abandoned and dilapidated from years of neglect, having a sort of local legend surrounding it, that the house is haunted. someone goes in that house in indefinite times of the year. if you strain your ears enough you might hear faint footfalls from the inside, or a gentle voice carried by the wind. in reality it's just gentaro visiting for no particular reason. it's an empty childhood home.

last year i made a drawing w a similar lighting (and vague setting) to the one above, completely unintentional. he's all alone now....

i based it on one of the stuff gentaro said on hypradio: he likes to eat watermelon while sitting on the engawa, and he has spat so much watermelon seeds overtime that he's grown a garden of his own. he says it's a lie of course.

while there's no evidence to prove or disprove that gentaro now lives in a house with an engawa (in shibuya!), i get sad thinking abt him living in a space as large as that in the middle of a busy city, alone...

one of my favourite things abt gentaro is although he shares the then-nihilism of fp, that everything has no meaning or purpose, he's not Entirely self-destructive like ramuda or dice. gentaro doesn't seem to think he's disposable especially when he's got some avenging to do. in fact he tries so hard to be invulnerable.

the irony is that theres very little of his own personhood to destroy anyway. what's there to dispose? even confessing, although he says it's a lie, "i'm not yumeno gentaro." in a way he's done with the destruction, done with the death, and he's well in the middle of decay— and decaying is a process full of life, it is less about reducing the body into smaller and smaller pieces than it is about being nourishment...gentaro's desire is to keep telling stories that might bring joy, even if it meant he'll have to keep lying his whole life....

i feel that i have more to say abt gentaro and his brother but my grasp on the english language is getting slippery the more i type lol. he drives me insane <3

[truly-a-gryffindor]

After seeing his parent’s in the graveyard and seeing the Weasley’s interactions afterwards, Harry realized how much he longed for the affection of a family.

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Harry thought back to the previous night in the hospital wing. Being hugged by Mrs. Weasley was the closest he’s ever felt to having a mother. Hearing her say “I love you” to all of her children before they left led him to realize that he had never been told that by anyone. To be fair, after his parents were killed, there wasn’t anyone left to love him. The Dursleys could barely tolerate him, let alone love him. He had no grandparents or other family. He didn’t realize how much he longed to hear those words until now.

He pulled his photo album containing pictures of his parents out of his trunk and began to flip through it. After seeing his parents in the graveyard the night before, the pictures felt like a gut punch. Tears began sliding down his cheeks as he looked at a photo of his mother Lily and imagined what it would be like to hear her say “I love you.”

He heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly went to wipe the tears away but not before Rom caught sight of them as he entered the room. He looked guilty for having caught Harry in such a vulnerable moment while also looking very concerned. He had never seen Harry cry before and the sight of his best friend in such pain tore at him.

“Alright, mate?” He asked, realizing as he said it how stupid of a question it was. Of course he wasn’t alright.

“Fine,” Harry choked out, though the break in his voice gave him away. Ron walked over to him and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder gently. He noticed the photo album and grinned at the photo of James holding a laughing baby Harry, cake all over his face from what looked like his first birthday cake. He sat down on his bed, facing Harry.

“I saw my parents last night. In the graveyard. Voldemort tried to kill me and I tried to disarm him,” he said, causing Ron to snort at the fact that Harry used Expelliarmus on someone trying to kill him. “Our spells sort of, met each other. Ghost figures of people he has killed began appearing, including my parents.”

Ron’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open.

“They helped me get out of the graveyard. Isn’t it pathetic that the only people that have ever loved me are dead and I was only a year old when it happened so I wasn’t even aware of it. I’ve never heard anyone tell me they love me, at least that I remember.”

Ron looked at him sadly, not quite sure what to say. Instead, he moved to sit on Harry’s bed and pulled him into a hug. Harry sniffed and wiped more tears as they fell.

“You’re not alone, mate. You’re not and you never will be. Not as long as I’m alive, anyways.”

Harry felt a sudden rush of affection towards Ron and hugged him closer. Ron planted a kiss on the top of Harry’s head and said “I love you, mate.”

Eyes full of tears and gratitude met Ron’s though Harry was unable to speak. Ron understood, giving him a gentle pat on his back,

From then on, anytime they were leaving for the summer or writing letters, they always ended them with “love you x.” At first Hermione seemed jealous before one day Harry turned to her grinning, kissed her on the cheek and said, “love you ‘Mione.” She beamed and teared up slightly before rushing to say “love you too, Harry!” It then became a thing any of the three said to the other, casually mostly but very seriously when needed. Ron and hermione both turned pink the first time they said it to each other but the smiles each gave each other made them know it was very returned. “We’re just friends!” Hermione hissed to her girl friends. “She’s like my sister!” Rom said frustratedly when his friends teased him thought sounded annoyed at what he wa saying.

The concept made it way through the Weasley family, much to Harry’s embarrassment. Mrs. Weasley sobbbed many tears when she found out, and immediately threw her around arms him the next time she was him, sobbing and stating that the whole Weasley family loved him and he was just as much family as if he had red hair. Fred and George went out of their way to prank him more and when Mrs. Weasley fussed, merely stated “what? Just showing him he’s family, Mum!” Even Mr. Weasley made a point to hug Harry rather than shaking his hand more often than not.

For the first time in his life, he could hear “love you, Harry!” Without questioning it or evening startled by it. The Weasley family and Hermione made it very, very clearly that Harry was so very loved.

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I will probably edit this a million times but I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

[smolstarthief]

Ok sooo I need to share this AU concept since I feel like it wouldn't make sense in the actual timeline and among other things but still it won't leave my head:

So remember how people came up with AUs where Joker and Maruki are related? Well... This was inspired by a part of me and Creepy's RP but what if Rumi had a surprise for Takuto and her parents on the day of their visit which obviously ended badly and put an end to that plan? That surprise ended up being Ren but unfortunately, Maruki already removed himself from her life so neither of them were aware of being related until present day and 3rd semester.

Poor Rumi would just be so confused on why she's carrying a baby after the (accidental) memory wipe but considering how her personality was described she would no doubt keep him despite the potential stigma she would be hit by. She starts living with her Grandparents and remaining family members after getting out of the hospital who were apprehensive about her having a child alone out of wedlock but take her in anyway. Also having probably met Maruki before at some point... They already assume that the father is him and believed that he abandoned her so therefore end up not mentioning him to avoid hurting her. Her grandparents at least cared more than them though and try to support her as she gets back on her feet.

Come the day Ren was born and Rumi absolutely dotes on him but does note something being a little familiar about him appearance-wise and she starts to feel off whenever she thinks more about it. Namely kinda like how, "Kasumi" ends up having random slumps/depressive episodes. This worsens as he gets older and starts showing similar quirks and behaviors as Takuto which her relatives (except for her grandparents) start to resent him for, especially when he starts asking questions.

At one point, Rumi ends up having a sudden breakdown due her own filter further weakening (curse the lack of power consistency with Maruki in canon) and an older Ren asking about his father which scares Ren and then herself when she almost hurts him in the process (probably not physically though since I don't see her doing that to her own child regardless of her mental state). This gets her sent to a mental health facility which Ren does visit more than her relatives (this would be part of why he was heading home late when he encountered Shido). Each visit can vary for him: One day she was her usual loving and energetic self that he knew as a child, the next she was hardly responsive despite his best efforts to talk to her. He also often brings a book or even a chess board since they both liked playing it ("Checkmate") to cheer her up.

He's still just as confused about his father and who he was but from what did learn and even overheard in the past about him, he starts to resent him. Even more so when his relatives start acting distant and cold towards him due to blaming him for Rumi's current situation.

And the lack of contact throughout the game? Blame the relatives as they wasted no time in sending Ren away for his probation which leaves her shattered but to them, it's better for her health in the long run. Being the stubborn woman she is, she still tries but is blocked and prevented from doing so each time which actually worsens things with her as opposed to helping her. It doesn't help that her Grandparents also passed away already by this point and they were actually her primary support system while everyone else in her family was just tolerant at best, uncaring at worst.

How Maruki would piece everything together I'm not entirely sure but maybe like this: He starts to notice Ren showing similar personality traits as Rumi and even himself but doesn't think much of it at first but then Ren decided to randomly bring a chess board to a session which surprises him but plays along as Ren states it cheers him up sometimes, his mom especially. Now I can see Maruki maybe playing it with Rumi when they were younger so when Ren starts showing more of Rumi's quirks as they play, Maruki starts to pale a bit. Again, kinda tying into that "Checkmate" line. Not sure how Maruki would finally figure it out since idk how he would get DNA test done while not seeming suspicious but maybe Shibusawa makes a comment about Rumi having a kid while they were catching up alone? Either way, he would probably also have access to medical files from Shujin and once he sees Rumi's name as his mother with the father not being listed...

"It can't be..."

Plus, I feel like once he gets the ability to warp reality then maybe he would have probed Ren's memories a bit for more confirmation. Needless to say, he's extremely guilt-ridden.

And poor Ren when he finally puts two and two together... Compared to canon, he's PISSED that the person he bonded with and confided to was also the person he resented the most and he just ends up making rash and impulsive decisions without thinking like Sumi before her reveal. Which is something that would startle even AKECHI of all people a little since he's so used to Joker showing more empathy. I would also utilize Raoul because fuck Atlus for making him a DLC Persona.

He would basically represent Ren's acceptance of everything and how he still wants to change Maruki's heart but not out of spite or revenge but to save everyone and HIM since he realized that Maruki is hurting too and needed help. He wants to reconcile with him. To summarize:

Also the departure for the "Leave" ending will be changed quite a bit with Maruki initially parting ways like in canon but then excuses himself with a break to catch up with Ren to give a proper goodbye (bumps into Sumi too). It leads to an emotional conversation until they see a familiar face that Ren immediately hugs. It was an astonished but slowly recovering Rumi. Her filter is gone too. Granted, it's a little bittersweet since Rumi would be kinda pissed that Maruki more or less up and left her alone (even giving him a good punch or smack) but she won't forbid Ren from seeing him either. She's just still a nice person at heart so she wouldn't be mad for long. Especially when Ren pleads his case and she trusts his judgement. That and she would acknowledge that she should've told him about her carrying Ren sooner before that visit to her parents.

The context behind her showing up would be sad initially... She came to Tokyo because she saw the news report of Ren's "suicide" from the facility and was heartbroken. But then she decided that she had enough of staying in that place and demands that she be released which the orderlies complied. She then decided to cut ties with her more toxic family members when they showed little to no care about that report and even insulting Ren to her face. She basically went to Tokyo to find Sojiro and a temporary place to stay as she decides what to do next. Obviously that changed when she sees him alive and hugging her. The filter would wear off after reality is back to normal too during her train ride hence her impulsive response to seeing Maruki.

It does get happy again though when she confirms that as soon as they come back to retrieve what's left of Ren's belongings, they're staying in Tokyo full time. She's also willing to talk with Maruki to catch up and try to give closure as well. Before they both depart, they each give him something to keep him company and remember them in the meantime: Ren gives him his favorite childhood plush toy that he carried around (which suspiciously looks like Mona) and Rumi... She gives him what she wanted to give him before that tragic day... An ultrasound photo showing a small silhouette of a baby. To say that Maruki cried quite a bit is an understatement as he hugs Ren tightly, apologizing repeatedly and promising to step and provide for them as much as he can.

Is TakuRumi gonna be endgame? Idk since a lot of time had passed and I honestly liked the aversion of expectations the game did by having him not get back together with her and deciding to start over on his own (I do wish that more closure was provided with her at least but oh well). Past TakuRumi is a definite but present day? Maybe not likely. But they would still get along since they both care about Ren greatly. Also just imagining Rumi going mama bear mode towards Zenkichi at the beginning of Strikers is too damn funny too.

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Do any of your pairs feel they don't get enough time with their children once they're born? Or do they not get enough time with each other? Does having kids impact them in a negative way?

Hi Nonny,

Thanks for the question! I'm going to answer for each pairing because it's a little different for each.

Bryce and Olivia: They both took leave when Malia was born so they spent a lot of time together and they loved it. They both did miss work because they know what they do literally saves lives and makes a difference, but they loved their family time. Once they return to the hospital, things pick up as you can imagine, and their schedules were very busy. Olivia particularly felt she didn't get as much consistent time with Malia and Bryce as she wanted, so starts thinking about other options. When she is pregnant with Makoa (their second child), a local pediatrician is retiring and selling their practice, so Olivia buys it and takes it over, rebranding it as Sunshine Pediatrics of Boston. Having her own practice allows her to still practice medicine and help kids, but gives her more consistent scheduling and allows her to choose her own vacation days. Olivia still retains privilages at Edenbrook and will always come back when requested or if a current patient ends up needing hospital care but she enjoys having more time with her kids. It also gives her more time with Bryce which she enjoys too.

Thomas Hunt x Alex: Due to the nature of their careers, when they decided to have children, they discussed what their options were. They didn't want to be on opposite sides of the globe with their children stuck with nannies and tutors. They decided that they would alternate projects and avoid overlapping projects. So Thomas will do a film, while Alex stays with him and takes care of the kids. Then Alex will do a project and Thomas will stay wherever she is filming and watch the kids so they still get to be a family.

Mal and Daenarya: Their whole lives are about their children and the ones around them. They start the orphanage in both my main universe and the Blades 2 AU. Daenarya ends up pregnant in both universes, it's honestly shocking it didn't happen mid book one... anyway... their children are their entire world, and caring for the orphans is their greatest adventure and they would never change it for a minute, even if they have to be quieter and sneakier when enjoying more adult activities. But thankfully the have Threep... he's an excellent distraction, especially once his litter is born.

Troy and Astraea (WTD): I don't know if they have children. They both want them, but they have a hard time justifying bringing a kid into the world they live in. They know the hardships of that world, even if things look better now.

Trystan and Lilah (COP): They both have a lot of baggage. They both have a lot of family issues. I'm not sure if they're going to have children. If they do, it won't be for a long time. I could see them waiting until Lilah's in her mid to late 30s before having kids, or maybe they even end up adopting. But I really am not sure yet. Having kids is not what they prioritize most at least where they are in their relationship now.

Ethan and Ellie: I don't really write these two much (or ever) anymore but they adore their two sons. Both Ethan and Ellie are very good at scheduling and multi tasking. They definitely make time for their children, but also rely on the grandparents to babysit so they can have time alone.

If you are looking for a couple I didn't answer for, please let me know and I'll happily get back to you :)