#ibuprofen wife come back

[problemcore]

hiiii halfway? thru the story. hard as hell to avoid spoilers online i need to stay away 😭 rant in tags, spoilers for 2.2 . i already reached 30 tags wow 💀

[natailiatulls07]

Daniel Ricciardo x Female!Reader

Summary - Coming home from a races weekend, Daniel realises that maybe gentle moments in bed with his wife is all he needs

Warning - mention of a period

A/n - Hiii I'm back from my small break lol <3

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When Daniel usually comes back from a race weekend, he’s often greeted with many hugs from Y/n; either at the airport or at the front door. Today, however, he wasn’t greeted with any. 

He had a good weekend, got onto the podium and got driver of the day. So the least he expected was a hug. Walking into their shared apartment, Daniel felt like something was wrong. There were no candles lit, no soft blankets scattered around their sofa and no Y/n.

“Hun? You here? I’m missing my welcome hugs!” He lightly shouted through the apartment. Approaching their bedroom, the Australian noticed a small warm light peeking out from under the door. “Sweetheart?…”

Upon opening the door, he saw his sweet wife laid under the covers. A pained look on her face. On the bedside table were her period medication, ibuprofen, dark chocolate and her large water bottle; Y/n’s ultimate period survival kit.

Looking up from the comfy bed, Y/n held a guilty look in her eyes. “I’m sorry Danny, I’m sorry I couldn’t come and give you a hug…” With a shake of his head, Daniel quickly quietened her apologies and brushed some hair from her eyes. “Well done on driver of the day and for getting on the podium…”

If someone were to ask him who his biggest support is, he’d hands down say Y/n. She hated not going to race weekends to support her husband. “Thank you, how are you feeling? Anything you need…” He had bent down beside the bed to level eyesight with her.

Instead of saying anything, Y/n just slipped her hand out of the warm and snug bed. Reaching and making grabby hands towards Daniel, who happily stripped himself of his coat and shoes before sliding in bed behind her.

Once her husband is happily settled and comfortable, Y/n moves to get something from her bedside table and Daniel's laughter fills the peaceful room. He knows exactly what she’s reaching for; a purple colouring pen.

Whenever she isn’t feeling the best, Y/n loves to just colour in Daniels tattoos. It’s something that allows her to focus on and it also allows the married couple to just relax together. 

Settling back in the bed, the Australian offers his arm over to her and she begins her art. With her tongue slightly sticking out between her lips, Y/n makes sure she keeps her hard working in the lines of the tattoo.

Daniel just watches on, gently caressing and smoothing down her hair with his other hand. Even though he didn’t get his usual welcome home hug, he wasn’t disappointed because what he got instead was so much better. 

“I love you baby…” He muttered, lovingly watching Y/n.

Quickly glazing up to meet his eyes, a small smile on her face. “I love you too Danny…”

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Dearest Mary,

may I please request something where Hangman and reader [fiancée/wife] have a soft evening in when the reader is exhausted and both are just soft? Maybe she's in the army too, just a different branch?

(now no errors)

Dinner and Domesticity

jake seresin x fem!wife reader 1.5k words

summary: After a hard day at work, you just want to relax in your husbands arms.

a/n: warning, i know nothing about the army, so um. yeah. dont take any of this seriously.  honestly, writing this was therapeutic. god. i love him sm. 

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Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of the lock again and threw them onto the drawer in the hallway, pushing the door closed with your foot.

"I'm home", you called, stripping off your shoes and your jacket and trying not to flinch at the pain that shot through your head when you straightened again. You'd had a headache for the better part of the day and were desperate to dig through your medicine cupboard for some Ibuprofen.

Jake didn't answer, which was unusual, but there was music coming from the living room, so maybe he just hadn't heard you.

You fought a yawn as you walked through the house, no sight of Jake in the living room (even though "Slow Ride" was playing over stereo) nor in the bathroom (where you went to grab the Ibuprofen). But you spotted him in the kitchen, bobbing his head to the music, something sizzling in a pan in front of him, and had to smile.

"Hey, babe", you said, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm home."

He looked up at once and a grin broke out on his face.

"Hey, baby", he said, letting go of the pan and putting down the wooden spoon to come over to you and pull you into a quick kiss. God, you almost wanted to melt into him when he touched you, so much of the tension in your body vanishing just because he was there, grounding you. "Hard day?"

You hummed, resting your forehead against his chest - he was still wearing his uniform, probably hadn't got home much earlier than you had.

"Yeah. One of those surprise test days."

He groaned in pity and pulled you closer to him. The good thing about both of you being in the navy (aside from the fact that it had been navy festivities where the two of you had met in the first place) was that you both understood just how hard the job could be. There was no having to explain anything, and that made things a lot easier. Even though, of course, you didn't know all the technicalities of planes and Jake didn't know too much about boats, that was something you really valued in your relationship.

"Got 'em good?", he asked. You couldn't help but smile.

"We handed them their asses on a silver plate."

He chuckled. "That's my girl."

For a moment you just enjoyed his embrace, then the obnoxious sound of his alarm rang out and he pulled back to tend to dinner. You missed his warmth the second he let go, but didn't complain. Hell, he was cooking, you'd never complain about coming home to freshly cooked food. So instead you just yawned and sat down at the kitchen table, chin resting in one hand as you watched him.

"Smells good”, you said. “What’re you making?” 

He looked over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised, and you had to bite back a laugh. 

“Pasta, I get it. Always pasta”, you grinned.

The thing with Jake was that he had tried to cook. A ton of times. And the results were always the same - he just wasn’t a good cook. In the slightest. But he’d learnt how to make pasta, which you were both proud of, and so when Jake was standing in the kitchen, he was always making pasta. The surprise each time was the sauce, which you had begged him to change the recipe for once a while so you wouldn’t have to eat pasta with the same sauce for weeks straight. The surprising aspect was usually whether he managed not to burn it. 

Dinner went by comfortably - today he’d done just fine with cooking, not even oversalted. He told you about his day - training - and you told him about yours in more detail, cut short by a yawn at least five times. Jake chuckled every time and you had to smile because of it, and when you wanted to help him clear the table, he took the plate from your hands and told you to get comfortable on the couch. 

It was barely eight in the evening. 

But you knew that you’d probably fall asleep in front of the tv and so you went and changed into your pajamas, which were really just one of Jake’s old shirts and that was it (in your defense, the shirt still smelled like him), and when you stalked back into the living room, he had already turned on the tv and was holding up a blanket for you. 

You grinned as you walked right into his arms and he hugged you close, wrapping the blanket around you. You wriggled your arms free and pulled him in by his jaw, wanting to kiss him but having to laugh as he tried to tug you closer by the waist and failed, only tangling up his hands in the process. 

“Thanks for the blanket”, you said, so close to him that you could feel your own breath hitting his skin. It was almost unbelievable how after all these years of being with him, of being married to him, you still wanted nothing more than to be close to him like a lovesick teenager. 

“Anything for you”, he muttered, grinning at the cheesiness as you laughed and pecked his lips once. Then twice. And a third time, and somehow you ended up with your eyes closed and his tongue nudging yours and smiling like an idiot into the kiss. 

You let your hands wander from his jaw to his hair, grabbing at the strands trying to pull him impossibly closer, messing it up even more. He always went out of the house in the morning with perfectly gelled hair and you’d made it your mission ever since your first kiss never to let him go to bed like that. No different today. 

Only when your knees bumped into the couch you realised that he’d been moving the two of you backwards. You pulled away, just a bit breathless, and looked at him. He was grinning that signature grin of his, the one you’d fallen in love with the first time you’d seen him, and you went so weak in the knees that you almost collapsed onto the couch behind you.

“Hi”, you whispered, unable to keep from smiling yourself. 

“Hey”, he chuckled. 

“Missed you today.” 

“Really? You didn’t see me for half a day and already missed me?” 

He was teasing, of course, so you pouted and untangled your hands from his hair to hit his chest. 

“Shut up.” 

He chased your lips for another kiss, a sweet one this time, and - though you really wanted to pretend to be mad at him - you could only give in to him and cross your arms behind his neck. He was radiating warmth, even through the blanket. 

“Never”, he grinned, and pressed a soft kiss to your nose. “Missed you too.” 

He let go of you and you had half a mind not to sigh in disappointment, choosing instead to flop down onto the couch and hug the blanket close as he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. When he came back to hand it to you, you were already pressing play on the tv remote, putting it next to you to take a sip of your water. The couch dipped as Jake sat down and made himself comfortable, an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rested your cheek against his chest and sneaked one leg over his knee, squeezing it in between his. 

“James Bond again, really?”, he groaned. You punched him softly in the ribs. 

“Best movies ever made.” 

“You’ve watched them all at least ten times. This month.”

“Yeah, because they’re cinematic masterpieces.” 

Your sentence was cut in half by a yawn, but you didn’t let your argument be disrupted by it. 

“You’ll fall asleep halfway through anyway.” 

“So? Then you get to watch it all by yourself.” 

He hid his face in your hair and mumbled something unintelligible. You turned to look at him - trying hard to ignore the doe-eyed expression he’d put on - and raised your eyebrows. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Love you.”

You had to smile despite yourself. Jake hadn’t disliked the movies the first time you’d made him watch them - actually he’d been really into them. But then you’d called Pierce Brosnan attractive and now he wouldn’t watch without complaining anymore. 

“Mhm, that’s probably for the best. Love you too.” 

You turned back to the tv and cuddled up to him, one of his arms tightening around your shoulder and one of his hands resting on your thigh, brushing up and down so soothingly that soon you were yawning again, your eyes closing by themselves as you pushed up against him and snuggled as best as you could into him, your blanket up to your chin and your head resting against his chest. 

He was proven right after barely fifteen minutes. 

You had fallen asleep almost instantly, though you would later argue that this was his fault, if anything, because his presence was so relaxing and so comforting that you just didn’t have a choice, and you were starting to softly snore five minutes after that. 

You didn’t hear Jake chuckle, but you did feel him carefully get up (which you complained about in your half-awake state) and then pick you up into his arms, the blanket falling down onto the couch as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. 

You also felt the mattress dip when he lowered you onto it, the pillow under your head, and the next morning you would vaguely remember clutching his arm, not allowing him to pull back, mumbling: “Stay, please, Jake, don’t leave me alone.” 

“Just have to turn off the lights and the tv, honey”, he said quietly, kissing your forehead, waiting for you to let go of his arm even though he could have easily pulled back just like that. 

“Mhm, ‘kay”, you muttered, already drifting off to sleep again. “But come back quick.” 

[the-froschamethyst4]

Who’s he dating?

𖤐Pairing: Actor! Alejandro x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, emotional, drama, language, kissing, jealously, groping, ass smacking, worrying,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro is a famous actor, being a bunch of movies where he plays villains or Mafia bosses, and the ladies LOVED HIM and men wanted to be him but what they didn't know is that Alejandro is married, and no one knew about it till they saw his ring

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Alejandro was pacing behind Jimmy Fallon's dark navy-blue curtain as he started to introduce Alejandro.

"And now introducing the face of his new movie If Death was my Lover, Alejandro Vargas," Alejandro heard his name and put on a smile as the curtains opened for him.

He walks out waving to the crowd, bro-hugging Jimmy and Jimmy showed him to the famous couch letting Alejandro have a seat.

"Alejandro, it is amazing to have you on the show."

"Thanks for having me," Alejandro said with a smile.

At the Hotel room Alejandro had rented out, his wife Y/n sat on the black couch watching the TV specifically watching The Tonight Show. She crossed her legs with a bowl of popcorn on her lap, she smiled seeing her husband on TV.

Alejandro's handsome smile on his face as he answered Jimmy's questions and then Jimmy wanted to do a game with Alejandro, Y/n smiled when her husband was winning against Jimmy.

"EVERYONE ALEJANDRO VARGAS DON'T GO ANYWHERE WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!" Jimmy yells.

Alejandro shook Jimmy's hand as he walked off the stage. Alejandro got backstage and immediately rubbed his head, he was getting a massive headache, he asked around for some ibuprofen which he finally found someone with it.

He took about 2 with some water and went back to his dressing room waiting for his headache to disappeared. He's been getting them for a while and is too afraid to tell Y/n that he's been getting migraines from stress on working.

He felt his headache slowly go away and he headed to his blacked-out Audi and headed to the hotel.

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Y/n was getting her pajamas on, and she heard her hotel room door open, and slam shut. She turned and smiled seeing her husband.

"Alejandro," she coos, she walks up to him and wraps her arms around his neck. He held her waist and bent down kissing her lips with a smile on his face.

"Did you have fun?"

"I did...but I was missing you the whole time," he said, kissing her temple.

"Did you?"

"Yes, I don't know what's going on, but I've been getting nervous now, I was pacing backstage and was just nervous," he said, holding her close to his chest.

"It's okay, baby, but it went away, right?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Of course, amor," he kissed her lips.

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4:00AM

Alejandro had woken up before the sun, he sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck and the sheets just covering his lower half.

Y/n was asleep next to him, he grabbed his phone and headed to the balcony to see what's new.

He opened his social media and then saw.

OMG ALEJANDRO VARGAS IS MARRIED!!

Some screenshotted Alejandro from last night on The Tonight Show, and then the other photo showed Alejandro's hand with his black wedding ring on.

"Shit," he mumbled. He's been great at keeping his marriage a secret, but he slipped up and forgot to take his ring off before the interview.

"Alejandro?" He looked up hearing his name and the sliding door open.

"Mi amor, I am so sorry."

"Huh? Why?" She asked as Alejandro pulled her to his lap.

"People saw my ring from the interview and now-"

"Alejandro it's okay...people know you're married they don't know to who."

"And I rather keep it that way, no one knowing who I am married to, it's no one's business and I don't want people hurting you or trying to threaten you...I'll make a statement about the ring and just say it was a ring I found not a wedding ring or something like that."

"That's fine, baby," she kissed his lips and headed back inside the hotel. "Come to bed, I know you're tired," she said as he smiled and followed her inside.

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6:30AM

Alejandro really couldn't go back to sleep, he held Y/n to his chest and looked at the ceiling taking in her scent as well. She let out a soft yawn and rolled over on the other side cuddling the pillow.

He got up and opened the curtains just barely and saw that the sun was up now. He rubbed the back of his neck, he closed them and turned on the little lamp next to the big bed and got his clothes ready for a shower.

He turned the water on and started to get ready, they had to leave to go back to LA to go over a new movie with Netflix. Alejandro has been stressed out with new movies and new TV series, which is due to his headaches.

Y/n heard the water running in the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and could see his outline in the shower.

"Alejandro?"

"Good morning, amor," he says.

"Good morning," she said, grabbing her hairbrush and brushing her hair and then her teeth. Alejandro stopped the shower and got out with a towel around his waist.

He kissed her temple. "We've got to get going soon," he said, holding her waist now watching her in the mirror brushing her teeth and then her mumbling in response.

"What was that?" He teased.

"I mow (I know)," she said, placing her hand under her chin trying to not let the toothpaste fall out of her mouth. He kissed her temple and smacked her butt before walking out of the bathroom and grabbing some comfortable clothes to wear to the airport.

He even goes ahead and picks out Y/n's outfits when she gets out of the shower.

Alejandro got his clean boxers on and started to rub his towel on his hair drying it the best he could. Y/n saw her husband in his boxers bent over just a little bit drying his hair. She smiled and smacked his butt; he smacked her away as she laughed at him.

"Really?" He said as Y/n cornered herself.

"Yes," she laughs.

He grabs her wrist pulling her close to his chest and groped her ass making her moan just a little.

"Thought we had to get going," she teased.

He let go of her and grabbed his jeans and a lose t-shirt.

"Get dressed, so we can head out," he smirked and walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth. She unwrapped her body from the towel and then grabbed the clothes, she had an oversized t-shirt and some shorts.

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At The Airport

Alejandro went in first to get the swarming paparazzi away from the car to see Y/n sitting in the car waiting. Alejandro just lazily smiles and awkwardly smile at the cameras.

The car circled the parking lot and Y/n changed cars. She got in a yellow cab and was taken back to the front; it was so much work just to hide from the flashing cameras.

As she exits the car and went through all the security, she tried to find the exit to get to the private area to get on Alejandro's private jet. As she saw the exit and she grabbed her pass to show to the lady.

"Hi, miss, what can I help you with?" She asked.

"Hi, umm~ this is my pass," she looked at it and let Y/n through. Alejandro stood by the door waiting for her.

He grabs her hand, and she jumped thinking it was someone else.

"Jesus, you scared me," she said.

"Sorry, mi amor," he laughs. "Did everything go, alright?"

"Yes, no problems," she smiled at they got on the private jet. Alejandro picked a seat and Y/n sat next to him and his manager and assistant sat in front of them.

"So, we will land in LA in 5 hours and 23 minutes, so we should get there on time, see Netflix and go over the new movie you'll shoot for them and then you should have a break in between to go back home and relax till a new movie or deal," his manager Xavier said as his assistant Dillon was taking notes.

"Great," Alejandro said, sounding annoyed and then the jet started, immediately Alejandro's head started to pound.

"Alejandro?" Y/n cooed, placing her hand on his.

"Sorry...I've got a headache," he said as Dillon grabbed some headache medicine.

Y/n's eyes screamed that she was worried as Alejandro took the medicine. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his manager and assistant left Y/n and Alejandro alone.

"Alejandro," Y/n cupped his face.

"Mi amor, please, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. How long have you been getting headaches?"

"....A few weeks," he confesses.

"Alejandro-"

"Please, don't yell....it's not gone yet..." he says, placing his hand behind her head. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you, I’ve just been busy…”

“And you being busy makes you have headaches…Alejandro it’d probably be best if you took at least a few weeks off, you’re stressing yourself out,” she says.

"I'm fine-"

"You're not, Xavier, Alejandro needs to take some days off from working-"

"Amor, no."

"Don't you 'no' me, Alejandro. Xavier, please," Y/n begged.

"Y/n he's signed a contract to work at least 4 weeks a month and a 2-week break...we can't just stop now."

"Why not, he's getting headaches and next thing you know he's losing his hair, Xavier, we're taking a break and that's final."

The jet ride was silent as the destination was getting changed around, Y/n knows Alejandro is probably upset with her right now, but someone had to make the calls around here. Y/n played with her fingers as the jet landed. Everyone gathered their things.

Alejandro got off the jet leaving Y/n behind, she knew she messed up, but she did what she had to do so her husband could rest.

Alejandro got in a black unmark Audi and Y/n opened the back seat, but Alejandro snapped his fingers pointing to the passenger seat, she thought Alejandro may not want to speak to her, so she wanted to ride in the back.

She sat in the passenger side and looked down at her legs, she felt bad, and she could feel the tension in the car, it was strong and felt like he was going to yell at any moment, but he didn't say anything as he drove off to their home.

Alejandro's knuckles were white, and his gaze was on the road, not a word was spoken, nothing, hardly any music played as well.

"A-Alejandro, I am so sorry, I said something like that, but I can't watch you drag yourself into the ground, and almost kill yourself, I just can't see that happen to you," she said, looking at him.

He didn't say anything till he pulled up into their driveway. She got out first and grabbed her things, Alejandro walked into his home as Y/n opened the door and saw his shoes and coat by the front door and he is talking, probably on the phone with Xavier or someone.

"God, I am such an idiot," she said to herself.

She goes into her bedroom and changes out of her clothes into sweatpants and a crewneck. She went to the living room and looked down at her phone seeing her social media.

Fans were still blowing up about Alejandro being married. Y/n rolled her eyes at the hate comments saying she's probably ugly and smiled at the ones telling off the haters because he didn't look at them first.

Alejandro came downstairs seeing his wife and just stared at her, she looks up and saw him.

"What?"

"I understand you were probably just helping....and I'm sorry for getting all pissy for no reason," he says. He walks towards her and lays on the couch and used her thighs as his own personal pillow.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, Alejandro. I should have just left it alone..." she says, patting his head and running her fingers through his soft hair.

"It's okay," he says, kissing her thigh making her shiver down her spine and she squeezed her thighs just a little bit. Alejandro smirked knowing what he is doing. He turns his head his mouth just grazing her thighs again and just gently biting her leaving a bite mark on her thigh.

"A-Alejandro!"

"What? Mi amor?" He coos, sitting up and cupping her face and kissing her lips.

"Don't 'what, mi amor' me," she says.

He just chuckles and picks her up off the couch and took her to the bedroom, he places her on the bed and crawled on top of her and kissed her lips again.

[madqueenalanna]

i think 6x19 "the choice" is the closest house md comes to genuinely giving us all the pieces about house/wilson and i'm going to explain why (delusional)

the a plot is an extremely in-denial gay man collapsing at the altar with his almost-wife. we discover over the course of the episode that he used to have a "roommate" he had sex with for years who clearly still has feelings for him, and his symptoms were caused by the brain damage he gave himself in conversion therapy. it's an unusually real, sad ending, where the fiancee tells him to figure himself out and leaves as he begs her to stay and insists he's straight for real. no real closure beyond that

now, many episodes of house have the b plot (either the team's personal drama or a clinic patient) connect thematically with the a plot, either to jog house's brain blasts or just to form a cohesive narrative. so what's the b plot this episode? wilson's relationship with sam is getting more serious and he wants to distract house. house starts the episode waking up in a neighbor kid's bed bc he got so drunk he was sleepwalking. house has a long, explicit history of self-medicating when he's in emotional distress. house goes out three times with his fellows and all three serve to tie him back to wilson:

he goes out with taub and his wife. this is to highlight the strained awkwardness of a straight relationship, and esp when the guy has a history of infidelity (at least one of wilson's marriages dissolved due to him cheating, and taub is already cheating on rachel again)

he goes out with thirteen to a lesbian bar. this is connecting them as both bisexual, and they talk about gaydar and then thirteen talks about how it's cruel that the patient is lying to his fiancee about his sexuality bc honesty is the most important thing, including honesty to one's self. this is easily applicable to house needing to admit his feelings for wilson. (extremely delusional) the lesbian bar is called "foxhole" and the saying "there are no atheists in the foxhole" specifically refers to situations where one has no choice but to give in to faith. so. also the gay patient in s2 has a parasite he got from foxes

he goes out with chase and foreman and they perform karaoke. specifically they sing "midnight train to georgia" and they don't change the pronouns?? so chase is singing lead about another man while foreman and house back him up?? it's about following a man across the country bc you would rather give up your entire life than lose him (house does this at the end of s8). one of the outro lines (not in the episode, but i've listened to the song a lot) is "my man, his girl" and like. c'mon

there's a great moment where the patient is denying he's gay and he says "i'm as straight as either of you" to house and thirteen, who makes a face in the background. let's be so for real here

the episode ends with cuddy asking if house wants to go out, and he asks if wilson put her up to this too. she denies it and says lucas is working late so she's free and they can be friends. house says friends is the last thing he wants to be (we know). she leaves, and he rubs his leg, almost reaches for ibuprofen, and grabs whiskey instead as the ep ends. again, bookended on self-medicating, and we know his leg hurts worse during emotional pain– he got an mri when stacy left in s2 for the same reason. when house gets his big epiphany he says "wisdom is knowing the difference between what you can change and what you were born with" and he says this while having an argument with wilson!

i choose to believe at least some of this was intentional on the part of the writer bc he also wrote "lines in the sand" which is one of the most empathetic episodes in general and also gives us a lot of patient-house connections. i'm well aware this reads like pepe silvia qanon for gay people

[applejuicebegood]

My Home, My Heart - Platonic!141 x Reader

Fem!reader Summary: Y/N has two younger sisters named Emi and Marigold. Y/N has invited her teammates to her farm relax after their deployment, they enjoy an early morning together with Y/N's younger sisters. Masterlist

Cw: Mentions of an absent mother, mentions of alcohol, very cringe writing

Word Count: 2232

The morning air was cold and thick with the scent of brewing coffee and dusty curtains. You winced, pulling yourself from your cocoon of quilts and comforters. You reached for the knitted sweater you left on the floor with a yawn, still tasting last night's bourbon on your tongue. You scratched the back of your head, tangled hair falling down your back. A pleasant sting in your muscles drew you further into consciousness. The intricate tattoos stretching over the scarred skin was a prideful mapping of your stories and ancestry. A permanent reminder of what you cherished most. 

You made your way across the familiar path of your bedroom, your socked feet creeking across the worn wooden floor boards. You thumped down the stairs to squint away the morning light shining through the fogged windows. Tracing your nails across the scratches in the wooden railing as you did when you were little. Your farm house was quaint, nestled into a vast, rich, valley that was folded into the ocean cliffside. If you were lucky and the morning mists parted in time, you could see the sun kiss the churning waters golden. The property had been in your family for decades, the imprint of different generations found in the old oil-stained recipe books stored over your stove, the tablecloths and plaid quilts your grandmothers had sewed together by hand, the worn-in farming tools that you had been teaching your sisters to use, and in the welcoming promise of security you returned to after every deployment. You cared for this home, the same way it had cared for you and your sisters. So when money grew scarce and your mother abandoned the property, you joined the military, trained as a combat medic, and sent the majority of your checks back to the farm and into your sister's schooling. Little did you know that in joining the army and eventually qualifying as an SAS soldier, you would find yourself under the command of Captain John Price along with the other chosen candidates for the coveted 141 squad. In which you had managed to find the comfort of home far away from it. 

You had found it in their smiles and their hearty laughter. In Johnny's jabs at Simon for his British mannerisms and in your conversations with Gaz regarding his nightmares surrounding the night he first met the captain. You found it in your Price’s encouraging rants about bravery and in his habit to always make sure you had eaten at least one thing that day. You found it in random bars and around a deck of cards, in the bottom of cheap beer bottles and the barracks of the different bases you were rotated between. When you first joined, you believed that you had only two goals, make sure none of these men die, and if they do make sure they don’t die alone. It was only through the many bullets you had to dig out of their muscles and the frantic stitching of open wounds did you begin to see these men as your brothers rather than colleagues. You cared for them with disciplined tenderness, never treating them as broken but always ready to help fix and mend their wounds. And as your first year on the team stretched into three you eventually had invited them to spend a few nights at the farm. Before, only Gaz, Roach and Johnny found time to make the trip. It was only now that you had convinced everyone to come up for at least one night, with Price and his wife meant to be driving up that evening. It was meant to symbolize how far you had come as a team but also a merging between your two homes. A celebration of your camaraderie and friendship, or that's what you told yourself as you stocked up on ibuprofen for the inevitable hangovers you would have to deal with. Your sisters were ecstatic, to have someone else in the house to talk and play with other than you. You couldn’t blame them. In your phone calls with Marigold in the days leading up to your flight back, she couldn’t stop talking about how happy she and Emi were to see their uncle Johnny and to finally meet the mysterious Simon Riley you talked so much about. 

Your lieutenant was someone you knew didn’t have a home like yours to return to. You had never forced Simon into feeling obligated to accept your offer, even if you told him every holiday and summer season that he was welcomed in your home and that your sisters would love to meet him. So, when you made your way to the kitchen and saw from across the tiled counter that your youngest was sitting at his side, asking feverish questions about his tattoos while tracing them with her small chubby fingers, you felt a mixture of relief and pride bloom in your chest. ‘Morn’in… you sleep well?’ Gaz asks who stands at your coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. You smile, realizing that the tension that held his shoulders back and his jaw tight had finally dissipated. The cream cable-knit sweater was pulled up to his elbows so as to not get the fabric dirtied with coffee grounds. 

‘Of course.. How could I not after last night?’ He smirked, dumping fresh grounds into the machine. You were referencing the long card game you had played the night before. All of you finally went to bed when Roach’s slurred speech was entirely indiscernible, elated from the bottles of Geniuss Johny had brought from his trip into town that day with Simon. 

‘Well, you are still the only one who has managed to stay sober, that might change tonight once captain gets here’ Gaz says, you snickered as you pulled the fridge open, finding the coffee creamer. You handed it to Gaz, knowing he is the only one who likes the stuff, you stocked up. In a trade, he handed you a cup of coffee of your own. You took a generous swig, the dark liquid burned down your throat, waking you up. 

‘Y/N!’ The squeal of your little sister's voice made you smile widely, giggling at the way she perked up from Simon’s arms, finally noticing you. Her bright red hair was messy and tangled. Your old shirt she had chosen to sleep in hung from her small body with the tube socks bunching down her calves. You set the cup down before crouching down to pick her up and swing her into your arms as she ran into the kitchen, peppering her freckled cheeks and forehead with kisses. After coming back from every deployment, you tried to give your sisters as many kisses and hugs you think they missed when you were away.

‘There’s my little lass! What were ya do’in with our Simon there lovie? This early in ‘da morn’in?’ You cooed, brushing back the frizzy strands from her bright round face. Her arms pat your shoulders in her built up excitement. ‘He- He was tell’in me ‘bout the dwa’ins on his a~arms.. It’s like yours!’ She said pointing back at Simon, who sat idly on your couch. The one requirement you gave him was that he wasn’t allowed to wear his ski-mask in the house. You wanted your sisters to know the real Simon, not the soldier. You chuckled, looking back at your lieutenant, his lips drawn upwards as he looked down at his hands. Gaz reached over and ruffled your sister's hair before kissing her head and turning back to switch on your old stove and pulling out a large pan from your cupboard. ‘Was he now? That is just… huh’ You said fake-surprised. Only your baby sister could have gotten Simon to smile so easily. Gaz softly chuckled as you set your sister on the island counter. You heard Simon scoff, leaning back on the couch. You winked at Gaz, realizing that you and him now had the best blackmail for when you were back on base. ‘What do you want in your pancake’s Emi?’ Gaz asked you sister, fishing out the carton of eggs, fetched yesterday by Marigold from your coop. 

‘Chocolate please.. And blueberries!’ Emi said, swinging her feet ‘Is Roach and Soap up yet?’

You ask both of them, fetching another mug and pouring a cup of coffee for Simon. Carrying the fresh cup over to your lieutenant. ‘Kid’s knocked out cold.. really can’t handle his liquor. Johny’s up though.. Took Mari out to chop would I think’ Simon said, nodding as he took the steaming porcelain cup into his large hands. ‘Did he? We should fetch them in a few.. wanna get started on dinner prep after Gaz finishes up’ You say, looking out the window expecting to see your sister and Johnny with arms filled with pine logs, trudging through the thick build-up of snow. You sip your coffee, fat lazy flakes of white drift lazily from the hazy sky. In the distance you can see the plump black bodies of your cows stomping through the blanketed fields, swaddled in their winter coverings. The soft crackle of the wood stove in your living room blended together with the muted conversation struck up between Emi and Gaz. Emi asking him if he had cows and chickens in Birmingham like we do here. You turned at the shuffled Simon standing beside you. One of his hands in his sweatpants pocket with the other wrapped around the rim of his mug. You smiled, hoping that Simon felt the same collective comfort you felt any time you would look out from this window. ‘My sister would never! She.. Sh-’ ‘Oh but she would! She’s an absolute menace lassie..’ You groaned, leaning your head back. Johnny’s voice carried from the back porch. Only now did you realize that having your teammates and your sisters in the same room meant they now had every reason to share the many embarrassing stories of you they had collected over the years. You took another swig of your coffee, smiling at the sound of Marigold's high-pitched laughter as Johnny recounted one of the nights he had to drive you home from the bar with you entirely shit-faced, trying to grab hold of the steering wheel from the backseat. You smiled down at your cup, downing the last of the hot liquid. ‘I’m really glad you're here Si’ You say, just loud enough for the two of you. Looking up at him, you couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes was from the coffee kicking in or your comment. Either way, to see your Lieutenant so relaxed was rare and welcomed. You were proud that you could give this to him. Repayment for all of the times he had listened to your rantings about your mom’s non-involvement in your sisters lives. For the late-night walks around the different bases after one of you had a nightmare. For the constant reassurance that you could stick behind him and the rest of the team for protection and certainty. He turned to you to say something, only you had turned away at the crack of the porch door opening and snowy boots being kicked off.

‘Y/N! is it true that you were captured by yanks and..and Johnny had to save you? Your sister asked you, her face flushed red from the bite of the cold and the swinging of your axe. Between your two sisters, Marigold looked the most like you. The gentle swoop of her freckled nose and chocolate brown eyes always was a surprisingly reminder that you shared her beautiful features. You took the pale bucket from her arms, filled with split cedar logs. Looking over her shoulder to glare at your sergeant, who winked at you as he unzipped his coat. Snowflakes falling off of his shoulders. ‘You go wash up lovie, breakfast should be done by then, Ya Gaz?’ You asked into the kitchen, receiving a muted ‘yea’ from Gaz. You gently squeezed your sister's icy cheeks. You kissed her hairline, her darker red curls peeking out from the green headband she tied her hair back with. She hurried up the stairs with a hum. You sighed, placing the pale on your hip. You watched as Johnny ruffled Emi’s hair as he got himself coffee before taking his place beside Simon, who still stood watching your snowy farm through the fogged window. You sighed, crouching in front of the wooden stove and opening the hatch. The dwindling flames licked your arms as you placed the fresh wood over the coals. The ambient shrill of laughter and the warm buttery scent of Gaz’s pancakes settled you. You shut the stove with a harsh click. You picked up your baby sister from the counter and set her on your hip, tsking at the chocolate smudged around her mouth. A clear indication that Gaz let her get into the chocolate chip bag. You smiled, looking out over your home. Realizing that the people you cared for the most were all here. Tucked away in your warm, hidden paradise. There would be no surprises, no alarms or sirens, no uncertainty and panic. For once, you were certain in the safety of your team and certain in your care and appreciation for them. You just hoped that they felt the same.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Pffft Baije's reaction

This whole time, he's had the image of some Savage monster, a party animal who causes problems on purpose, and it turns out Wukong was just a huge nerd! He'd thought that even if he had to go on their stupid journey with a savage monster, at least Wukong knows how to party! Baije wants his money back.

Tripitaka, meanwhile, is both confused and kind of fascinated. He hadn't known much about his most troubled student, not even why he had chosen to return after he initially escaped (turned out it was to briefly visit home and make sure Luzhen was OK, and then let him know that he was going on the journey. Wukong made a promise and he keeps his promises) so he can't help but be curious about Wukong's previously unknown siblings.

The only one to suspect it was Ao Lie, actually. Not because of his fancy nose or anything... he's just got a bunch of siblings himself, so he knows how to recognize the signs. That and it had been Luzhen and Wukong both who actually went to get Ringu Jingu Bang. Luzhen had been the one to break all the weapons, claiming they aren't suitable for his brother and then demand a proper kingly outfit for him that isnt just leaves, while Wukong had been with Ao Guang's wife and been the one Ringu Jingu Bang had called for. The reports had just gotten mixed up and made it seem like there was only one monkey. Ao Guang villager goes on record after the misunderstanding is cleared up, to say that while he doesn't really like either, he much prefers dealing with the elder twin. That younger sibling is just too wolds for his tastes. Wukong is also the one to want to go to Sinodhi's school, the but nerd.

I love the idea that the immortality pill incident was just an accident, and Wukong had thought they were painkillers. The show made it seem like they were only three to begin with, and I would be lying. I'd j never take three pills when I had the worst of my migraines, so it's reasonable to think Wukong may have done so on accident. Lao Tzu honestly has no leg to stand on when it comes to being angry since he never labeled them, left then out in the open, and hadn't bothered to let anyone know he wasn't going to be in. Wukong had taken one look around, saw Lao Tzu wasn't in, and thought that he could use his own alchemy training to properly dose himself without realizing the pills he took were NOT ibuprofen after he immediately noticed the facts.

Prev.

+from @booksfromthestars

Bajie is disbelieving and disappointed all at once. He thought he was going to be travelling with a party-animal, not a lightweight who'd rather read medical books and paint!

Tripitaka is an only child, so he doesn't really understand the habits one forms when you grow up with another person occupying your personal space. Things he considers selfish on the surface turn out to just to be a habit from living where your sibling is liable to steal the peach you were just eating. He is pleasantly surprised by Wukong keeping his promise and returning to resume the Journey after checking in on his little brother - Triptaka had assumed he was lying, and was too slow to warn Wukong not to put his hat back on. Wukong is *furious* when he feels something magical tighten around his skull. Tripitaka is still super guilty about that one.

Guanyin doesn't regret the circlet one bit - it's mostly an insurance for Luzhen rather than Wukong to behave himself.

Ao Lie is the younger of three brothers + a sister, so he can identify a fellow sibling from a mile away. The way Wukong protects his favourite foods when sitting with others, but also goes out of his way to pick up at least one piece of the others' faves while he's foraging. That's a sibling habit built upon mutual sharing and theft of each other's food (source; sibling). He also notices how Wukong acts around children they encounter, and it reminds him so much of his big brothers.

I love the imagery of Ao Guang's palace being broken into by two whole little monkeys. XD Well technically Luzhen broke in, Wukong politely asked at the door if the Dragon King or Queen could spare a weapon so that they could defend their people. Wukong's calmer/more respectful attitude endears him to Ao Guang and the Queen, though Luzhen still does bully the other dragons into giving his big bro full battle armour. The dragons accommodate these demands from a mix of fear (Wukong is a strong little monkey and his brother is unhinged) and amusement - they're all brothers too, and think it's sweet that Luzhen only wants the Best for his big bro. Guang wouldn't invite Luzhen into his house again though XD

Wukong is the brother who went to college while Luzhen stayed home. XD

Wukong took two pills thinking that they were painkillers, only to realise when he sobered up Immediately what they truly were. The third pill he pocketed and gave to Luzhen since whatever was about to happen, he didn't want his brother to not have a layer of immortality to him. Lao Tzu was still pissed, but to be fair he canonically doesn't label his stuff good (both in Jttw and LMK), and the "Makes You Immortal/Invulnerable Pills" look an *awful* lot like his patented Hangover cure so popular with the celestial soldiers.

Wukong took the full blame for the Havoc, no matter how much Luzhen tried to plead that it was mostly his doing - but the celestial host had assumed that Luzhen had been the one trying to cover for his older brother/was just a clever clone.

Luzhen screamed as his brother was dragged to the Furnace and the flames from the crucible fell upon their Island. He didn't have time to try and save him or the rest of the Brotherhood while their kingdom was burning to ashes - he had to protect their people.

Macaque never blamed Luzhen for his choice, the younger monkey was suffering enough knowing that his older brother was hurting. But Luzhen certainly roared in Macaque's face when him and Wukong had their fight under the Mountain. Depending on how things go, Macaque might take Luzhen's words to heart and return to Wukong's arms to apologize. Whether or not Wukong will be as forgiving is to be seen.

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 6 MATCH 7: SOUNDWAVE VS. KERMIT

Soundwave, who's on thin fucking ice, faces Kermit the Frog, last remaining bonus contestant.

Soundwave Propaganda:

"In like every show ever once he's not there/kidnapped/dead the entire Decepticon fucking faction goes to shambles. Ex: in transformers: Prime, (SPOILER!)

once he was "banished to the shadow realm" Megatron literally died and they lost the war 💀💀"

"Soundwave never loses in a poll"

"SOUNDWAVE MY BELOVED his back is so so sore from single-handedly holding up the Decepticon cause every vote for him is 1 more ibuprofen tablet given to him"

"Soundwave is the funniest fucking character in transformers because he's literally the straight man in every situation he's in with the decepticons, because all of them are absolutely incompetent at their job due to them being too focused on infighting. When Megatron died in FOC Soundwave was the one who literally put him back together and by extension, fucked everything over for everyone else because in this specific continuity Megatron just happened to be addicted to space meth.

However it can be so easy to see Soundwave as emotionless because of his straight-man role and his monotone speaking patterns, but Soundwave has plenty of emotions that he displays throughout the years, most notably being when he's dealing with the cassettes (aka his children), and can range from being soft-spoken with them, to full-out enabling their violent tendencies and letting them go ham at beating the shit out of teammates (shout out to that one g1 clip where Soundwave tries to hold back his kids for like a single second before saying "fuck it" and letting them go for the eyes).

Even outside of the cassettes though, he's very expressive in his own way. In fact, he's the KING of pettiness and sass when he wants to be. He literally plays his own supervillain music when walking the halls, he's not above insulting the other deceptions when their arguments are bullshit to him, even when faced with the destruction of the world he was like "nah" until he saw his boyfriend getting injured and went "REAL SHIT" (there's literally memes about this it's so funny). Speaking of friends, he actually has a lot of interesting dynamics with the people around him, especially when it comes to the decepticon high command. He's described as Megatron's most trusted advisor, he's somewhat amicable with Starscream (who's his own brand of frustration), and he and Shockwave even seem to get along pretty well (to the point they have a biologically fucked up tube son together?? It's been years since I've watched Siege but I swear that was what lead to Soundblaster), and did I mention he's gay? I'm pretty sure he and Cosmos are in a relationship together in the IDW comics or at least have a mutual attraction, it's cute.

Also speaking of IDW Soundwave: he likes elephants. They're his favourite animal and he loves them to the point where after he died in the comics, his kids specifically started targeting elephant poachers because they knew Soundwave would want that.

Have I mentioned he has a cat dad in the IDW comics. Like his dad is a literal robot cat that found him when he was having a sensory overload in the middle of the streets. Have these panels from when his dad died and he wasn't even there to see it! He just knew 💖

And have I mentioned he's met Fluttershy? Because he canonically met Fluttershy and let his cassettes play with her (while DELAYING HIS MISSION. THAT'S HUGE IN SOUNDWAVE LANGUAGE.)

There's also him being the reigning champion of best robot husband, but that's a whole other situation which is also really funny."

Kermit Propaganda:

"Kermit is the best ever and I love him ❤️"

"Kermit is sag aftra"

"ofc i support kermit the frog he’s a small business owner he’s an artist he’s an actor he’s a union man he loves his wife he’s a babygirl literally he is the perfect man"

[bettsfic]

Hi!

I was wondering how do you elevate or better flesh out a very vague premise (e.g. A man falls in love with his boss). But there are many ways to take vague ideas like this and it’s hard to make it more.

there are really only two paths: the easy, long road; and the hard, fast road. on extremely rare occasion you may hit the jackpot and find an easy, fast road, but in my experience that is like winning the lottery.

the easy, long road:

you write the idea down somewhere. you let it incubate for a really long time. you have faith in the universe that all the pieces will begin to click into place until you go, "i've got it," and start writing.

i call that moment "ignition." when your vague "what am i even trying to write" idea clicks into "wait wait wait, i'm onto something here" and your brain starts churning out ideas for scenes and plot points.

there can be a lot of false starts, where you try to shoehorn your vague idea into another vague idea and see if they make a less vague idea, but sometimes that doesn't work. you may also start working on something else and realize you're unconsciously writing that vague idea you had 3 years ago. but overall it's a passive process. you have to wait for specificity to find you.

the hard, short road:

you write the idea down somewhere. you stare at it until you get a headache, and then you take some ibuprofen and stare at it some more. using the "ignition" metaphor, this is like your car not starting so you just keep turning the engine until it either starts or you flood it.

if you brute force your vague idea, you can potentially ruin it for yourself, but if you're motivated to take this path, i think your first step is to get out a notebook and start brainstorming. if the premise is "a man falls in love with his boss," write a list of industries where they might work. then circle a few of them and start researching those industries to see if you can find a nugget of information that clicks with your idea until you get some kind of conflict churning.

if you can't find anything, you make more lists. list out potential endings, plot points, inciting incidences. character traits and arcs. countries, cities. for every item of every list, make a list of possibilities. if this, then this and this. if that, then that and that. and you go on and on and on until you maybe have enough to get some words down.

an example:

my sister, a copywriter, started doing social media for a welding school. she told me she was learning a lot about welding and that i should write a story about a welding teacher. this school specifically is one of the best in the country, and my sister said something to the effect of, "people come from all over the country to live in this shithole town for six months. that seems like an interesting story."

in my A4 rhodia, on december 19, 2023, i wrote,

story of welding teacher at best welding school in the country

lonely ISTP casey affleck kinda guy (that was my sister's idea; she meant it in a derogatory way)

being taken care of by his grandmother?

all i had was "welder" kind of in the back of my head. fast forward to earlier this month, watching season 3 of the Bad Batch and having a lot of feelings about Crosshair's shakey hands (i've also developed a tremor in my hands).

and then i thought, a welder whose hands begin shaking. that's a conflict, that's an inciting incident. his whole career might be in jeopardy.

i wrote this paragraph:

He'd never admitted to his wife that he wanted kids. They didn’t have any, though, for the same reason he never became a farmer—he didn’t want to raise something just to see it slaughtered. Who knew what kind of war the country would cook up in eighteen years? Turn of the century, sending kids out to god knows where, just the right number of years from Vietnam that everyone would’ve forgotten it, the way that by Vietnam they’d forgotten Korea.

i managed to weave this general idea into the bigger plot of a novel i started a long time ago, and it reignited my interest in that project, and now i'm feeling really good that this 200k monstrosity i thought i would just throw away now might have some potential, more importantly some focus, all because of a vague idea i wrote down months ago.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

If your requests are open

Could you do an older Lottie matthews x reader and reader is on her period gets really bad cramps and just feels sad or whatever and Lottie helps her and makes her feel better

🫶

REMEDY

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 888 (angel number woo)

notes and warnings: i love my murderous cult leader wife so much,, also this is not proofread

It was barely 9:30 in the morning and you were already craving to go back to bed. 

You’d just finished teaching a meditation class at the wellness center (A/N: we’re calling it a wellness center instead of a cult lmao) you owned with Lottie. You had almost fallen asleep twice while meditating in the class, and as you were dismissing everyone you’d started to feel lightheaded. 

The pain was too much. Every time you moved it felt like knives were being shoved into your uterus, and every step you took seemed to take every last bit of your energy.

You laid down on your yoga mat at the front of the meditation room, closing your eyes. You had around a half hour before your next class, and if you could just get a few minutes of sleep-

A horrible cramp wracked your body, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wait it out. It was one of the worst pains you’d experienced, and it came in waves, never ending. 

You didn’t notice the door opening, didn’t hear footsteps, were completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else until you felt Lottie’s hand on your abdomen, running up and down soothingly. She’d sat down next to you, on the edge of the purple yoga mat, and her very presence led you to feel even the slightest bit better. 

“Honey,” she said, and you opened your eyes, “are you okay?” 

You nodded, sighing as you sat up. 

“Cramps?” She asked, pulling you closer until you were leaning into her, your head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around you.

“I took two Ibuprofen just a little bit ago and it didn’t work,” you said, distraughtly confirming her theory. Along with the unbearable pain, your emotions were heightened. Any minor inconvenience made you feel like crying and throwing things — often it did result in crying at the very least. “I have two more meditation classes to teach and a fucking yoga class.” You were on the verge of tears, though you knew it was stupid. 

“No, you don’t.” She said simply. She ran her hand up and down your back, then moved to massage your shoulders gently. “Take the day to rest. I’ll cancel all of my sessions too and we can stay in and we can watch movies.” 

“Lottie, you can’t just cancel all of your sessions on a whim.” 

She shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Why not?” 

You smiled softly, relishing in the comfort her presence provided. “Alright, but if we’re watching movies we’re watching real movies. No more National Geographic or weird herbal remedy documentaries.” 

“Why, so you can fantasize about leaving me for Jennifer Garner?” 

“I mean…” 

She shoved you lightly, standing with a small smile. “I might just keep my sessions scheduled, then.” 

“No,” you whined, standing. “I’d choose you over Jennifer Garner any day.” 

She shook her head, taking your hand and leading you out of the meditation room. “I think you’re sleep deprived.” 

“I think you’re sleep deprived enough to come lie down with me.” 

As soon as the two of you reached your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed. It was the only relief you’d felt all day, and though you were still being battered by cramps you found solace in the simple fact that you didn’t have to get up for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to. You could sleep, watch shitty old movies with your Lottie, let it all pass. 

“Lottie?” you said, your eyes closed. 

No response. 

Sighing, you opened your eyes, finding nothing but the absence of your wife. After a moment you adjusted your pillows, slipping under the covers. 

The TV was still set on National Geographic when you turned it on, and had you not been in so much pain it would have made you smile. Death Becomes Her was playing on the next channel, and you left it, letting your eyes close and drifting back into a light sleep. 

After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes the bed dipped beside you, and you jolted awake. Lottie was waiting with a cup of tea and a heating pad, both of which you took gratefully. You knew the tea was one of her herbal remedies, which amused you in the slightest bit. They never really worked, whether they were in smoothie or tea form, but she was absolutely convinced that they did, and you loved it. She was even trying to teach Lisa how to make them. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and she nodded, pulling you into her. You buried your head in her neck, letting yourself be completely enveloped by her, letting her take over all of your senses simply by being there with you. 

“Get some rest, baby,” she said softly, combing her fingers through your hair lightly, “I’m right here.” 

You knew she would change the channel back to National Geographic once you were asleep – you didn’t care. You were content just to be in her arms at last, content because you knew you would stay there. It wasn’t her herbal teas or smoothies that were remedial, it was her, in every way that she just rested with you, comforted you. 

Even, really, in her nature documentaries you loathed so much. 

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here, @diabolical-blue here, and @winterandwords here!

My words: loan, contract, camp, command, moon, brilliant, find, ache, cold, hold, fold, and sold

Your words: repeat, blue, shoot, fire

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Warriors jumpscare! Sparrowpaw sucks!

Robbie uses his powers

Akash asks Gwen out

Lexi is getting anxious

Ash needs ibuprofen

Creepy telepathic scene

Dylan touches the portal

Vocabulary with Lexi

Maddie, Kelsey, and the candy corn jar

Loan - N/A

Camp - from Warriors: Night and Day: The New Clans

Contract - N/A

Once he was outside, Sparrowpaw looked around the camp for a place to sneak out. He had never tried to go to the river at night before, and he realized that this is probably what Daisypaw did every night when she went to visit Limepaw. Sparrowpaw’s stomach twisted. If Daisypaw caught him she’d be angry at him. He was doing the exact same thing he told her not to do.

Command(ed)- from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Robbie stood, closing his eyes. The darkness now inside him turned into a bright maroon. “Shut your eyes!” he commanded. I obeyed, and through my eyelids, I could still see a sharp white light blaring. I squeezed my eyes tighter, though water still seeped out the edges. The light faded.

Moon - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Oh. Okay.” Akash took a deep breath. “I… just thought you were gonna say date.” Gwen felt her cheeks burn up. “Only if you want it to be.” “I would want that,” Akash said, smiling shyer than usual. “Cool.” Gwen wasn't sure if she was nervous or over the moon, but she looked around, trying to find a distraction. “Hey, look, is that Gills under that sheet?”

Brilliant - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I reached the forest’s edge, frantically looking around. The brilliant colors that captured my aesthetic attention upon my arrival were now nauseous and overstimulating. I closed my eyes, reaching my hand up to pull and twist my braids. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes.

Find - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Ash murmured, blinking a couple of times. “Just a headache.” “You need ibuprofen?” “Where are you gonna find ibuprofen here?” Ash asked. I shrugged. “They have granola bars, so why not?” “That’s fair.” Ash stood. “Come on.”

(head)Ache - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

I groaned, pressing my hand to my temple. At the noise, Xiang, whose family was still on, looked up. “You alright, Jedi?” they asked. “Yeah,” I said. “Headache, that’s it.” Xiang nodded and returned to their tablet. I felt the tiniest pinprick pop a hole in Eomma’s barrier. She sealed it immediately, but I then heard the man’s voice: I know what you are.

Cold - from The Secret Portal Part One

Dylan took his wife’s hand and knelt back on the ground, though Kwasiyaa remained standing. He raised his free hand and took a deep breath as he rested the palm of his hand flat against the portal’s cold, solid surface.

Hold - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I chewed on a chunk of my hair, trying to hold back the anxiety building inside me. My mind raced. The stale air against my skin, the tickle of the grass, and the sheer uncertainty I felt gave the whole situation a verisimilitude appearance.

Fold(ed) - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Are you actually trying to count—” “Shh!” Maddie said to Kelsey, who had come up to her. Kelsey sighed. Maddie wrote the number 293, folded the paper, and dropped it in the second jar. “I wasn't counting. I was concentrating.” Kelsey grabbed a pen and paper, wrote down the number 400, sure she overshot the actual number, and dropped it in. “Honestly, who likes candy corn?”

Sold - N/A

[foolish-savant]

Is it just me or is it kinda weird that Sakumo Harake, the dad of one of the most important characters in Naruto is just...mentioned a few times, shown in the afterlife, and then he leaves for good? Like, this dude was considered on par with the Legendary Sannin themselves during the Second Shinobi World War, feared by the Sunagakure decades later, and only failed a critical mission because he went back to save his friends. How is this man not talked about more? How come he wasn't brought back as an Edo Tensei soldier by Kabuto? Just feels...odd...to me. Same with his wife as well.

Also give this man an ibuprofen, some water, and a nap, he needs it

[alientitty]

Please spread the word!

a list of gazans who've reached out to me to help promote their fundraisers. this is a bit long as i've gotten a lot of messages, but please read their stories, give what you can, reblog, and/or share with someone else who can donate.

[version date 8/24]

@mohiy-gaza (wafaa resh's brother, verified here) is trying to evacuate with his family of 6, including his chronically ill mother. gofundme link. currently at $18,677/$30,000

@falestine-yousef and her family, including her infant son who has only known this war. gofundme link. currently at $13,966/$40,000

@free-gaza2 doaa jad al haq has made it to egypt with her nonverbal autistic son and is raising funds to resume her sewing & embroidery business to get her son the care he needs after the war has traumatized him. gofundme link. currently at $5,508/$12,000.

@dodoomar12345 (←alt account) doaa's family is still in gaza, including young children and her father who has suffered a stroke. verification and more info compiled here. gofundme link. currently at kr137,357 SEK/kr300,00SEK (20 USD ≈ 203 SEK)

@abood-gaza2 abood (mohiy's brother) and his family, including his newlywed pregnant wife maria, are raising funds to evacuate. gofundme link. his fundraiser is newer and he's had to remake accounts so funds are quite low: $3,865/$40,000

@samaayyad15 is just 15 years old, raising attention for her family of 8 to evacuate. (fundraiser coordinated by her older sister--vetting/more info here). gofundme link. currently at €11,784/€50,000

@ezzaldeens-blog is raising funds to evacuate. gofundme link. new fundraiser, currently very low: €302/€20,000

@ahmedalnabeeh11, twin brother of abdul rahman, verified as #218 on nabulsi & el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet. the situation has become even more urgent as their elderly mother with diabetes and heart issues is now in extremely poor health from the severe heat and lack of medical resources. they are almost to their goal! gofundme link. currently at €23,745/€30,000

@asmaamajed2 is a computer engineering student raising funds for her family to evacuate. it looks like she's had to remake blogs at least once and funds are extremely low. gofundme link. currently at $3,570/$50,000

@yazanfamilly mohammed taysir is raising funds to evacuate with his wife basma and their two young toddlers, joud and yazan. vouched for by mohammad alanqar, whose own fundraiser is vetted at #174 on the spreadsheet. gofundme link. currently at €11,121/€50,000

@mahmoud91hilles is raising funds to support a family of about 30 back in gaza, and hopefully to evacuate them once rafah crossing opens. new fundraiser and very low on funds! gofundme link. €117/€50,000

that's everyone who has reached out to me the past week or so. i'm also going to summarize asks i've answered in the past:

@bshaeromars-blog (deactivated?) and her infant daughter ayla lost her husband in december and are trying to evacuate with their family. verified as #231 on the spreadsheet. reem, a relative, is coordinating their fundraiser, and the testimony in their gfm is from bshaer's mother intisar. gofundme link. currently at $14,996/$40,000

abdelrahman (blog deactivated) and his mother and sister lost everything in the war. now they have almost enough to evacuate! gofundme link. currently at €16,849/€20,000

@m0hammed2 (now shadowbanned?) his parents, and his two teenage sisters have been displaced, losing their home and car, and his sister iman has come down with hepatitis from the dire conditions in gaza. gofundme link. currently at €9,721/€25,000

@hayanahed is raising funds for her family of 8 to evacuate. their dire situation is further complicated by the fact that haya and her sister are also allergic to common medications: penecillin and ibuprofen/acetaminophen, respectively. their fundraiser is verified by operation olive branch (line 26). they are close to their goal! gofundme link. currently at €78,313/€100,000

@hins76178 (shadowbanned?) hani is trying to evacuate with his wife and 5 children. despite blog deactivations his fundraiser is vetted (#238). there are posts going around spreading the word but this hasn't turned into many donations! gofundme link. currently at $4,150/$50,000

@lailashaqoura is just 18, trying to evacuate with her parents and four siblings--including her pregnant mother. this fundraiser is set up by her uncle in france. (vetted, #156) gofundme link. currently at €28,601/€40,000

@waseem4gaza is trying to evacuate with his wife amal and 3-year-old qais. mohammed al anqar has vouched for him but despite the very achievable goal they have not raised much so far. gofundme link. currently at €2,129/€15,000

motaz jad-al-haq (account deactivated) has been trying to evacuate with his wife and three children. gofundme link. currently at kr31,690 SEK/kr250,000SEK (20 USD ≈ 203 SEK)

@abdalhadiaburas is a lawyer from gaza city trying to evacuate with his family. you may have seen his post going around but it has not yielded many donations. godfundme link. currently at CAD$3,632/$6500 (1USD ≈ 1.35CAD)

@abuadamfamily, run by enas majed, mohammed alanqer's wife. (vetted, line 178/no. 174) they're a family of six, including a newborn (so yes, enas also needs postpartum care) and almost have enough to evacuate everyone! gofundme link. currently at €57,675/€60,000

@mahmoud0hilles (shadowbanned?) has been trying to raise funds to evacuate with his parents, siblings, and nieces/nephews--including blind and diabetic family members. (vetted, #198). gofundme link. currently at €10,802/€50,000

@ahmedabuomar is raising funds to evacuate with his wife and 3 little ones (vetted here) after losing all income to the war. gofundme link. currently at €2,520/€30,000

@sameer-family is raising funds to support her family of 17 and hopefully evacuate. she has had to remake tumblr accounts and funds are low. gofundme link. currently at $2,495/$50,000

@ayaalanqarsblog is trying to evacuate with her husband jihad and 3 small children abdelrahman, jori, and adam. they're about ⅔ of the way to their goal! gofundme link. currently at €9,740/€15,000

@danashehab and her family of 8 have been raising funds to evacuate, and have just extended the goal to include reem's sister's (dana's aunt's) family of 5. i'm sure you've posts for this family going around so please keep the momentum goin. gofundme link. currently at €43,284/€85,000

@safaabed8 is raising funds to evacuate with her husband and 2 children, as well as for living expenses once they get to egypt (vetted, #241). gofundme link. currently at €28,296/€90,000

@ranin3344 (shadowbanned?) has been trying to raise funds for his family to evacuate, including his sons and daugher julia who is suffering respiratory issues from the bombings. after multiple account terminations funds are very low. gofundme link. currently at €7,731/€80,000

@olagaza2 is a grad student & math teacher trying to evacuate with her parents and four siblings. has had to remake mutiple times. gofundme link. currently at $31,369/$50,000

@mohammed-atallah was hit in the arm by an explosive bullet in february and needs a bone grafting operation outside gaza. funds are also for his family of 13 to evacuate and rebuild their home (more info). gofundme link. currently at €13,159/€82,000

@mohammedaldeeb, a doctor who worked at al-shifa hospital, has since raised enough to pay for his family to evacuate! now he's updated the goal to include living/resettlement expenses once in egypt. gofundme link. currently at €38,334/€55,000

amira-anqar (blog terminated) is a 23-year-old grad student from gaza who was supporting her diabetic, immune-compromised mother and they have almost enough to evacuate! gofundme link. currently at €22,978/€29,00

mahmoud al-balawi (blog terminated) is raising funds to evacuate with his 5 siblings, 5 nieces & nephews, and parents with heart and spine issues. they're almost to the goal! gofundme link. currently at €37,630/€50,000

[nice-bright-colors]

Wednesday.

So yesterday the following has come to my attention:

My father’s kidneys are starting to fail. He doesn’t want to go on a transplant list, to get a newer/ used kidney.

His numbers aren’t low enough to start dialysis yet, but his doctor wants to check his numbers again in 2 months, instead of every 4 months.

He also hopes to take his last breaths before he would have to start dialysis. Even though he’s been cleared to have a port inserted and he could do it at home.

He has also refused to have another kidney biopsy done, since the first one yielded poor results. Think lace and Lorraine Swiss cheese, those are his kidneys.

He told The Wife™️ that he found some sugar free jam at the grocery store and bought that for his English muffins.

Right Dad, never mind the plethora of meds you’ve been on for 40 years. Never mind the amount of cheap liquor you’ve been drinking. Never mind that for 5-8 years before your hip replacements, you took 650mg Ibuprofen and 500mg Acetaminophen about 4 times a day. No, no, go ahead and use all the sugar-free jam you want.

I’m sorry that you’re lonely Dad. I’m sorry that Mom died so young at the start of your collective retirements. I’m sorry that (redacted) forced you to sell your home and move to MI with her. I’m sorry that your SIL is a person who cares, and you’ve never experienced that in your life. I’m sorry that her daughter, your niece, my cousin, wants to help in any way she can. However, she will no longer have anything to do with (redacted)’s husband, nor her adult children which are chips off the shit-for-brains’ block.

I’m sorry that all this has happened to you. Most of all Dad, I’m sorry that you couldn’t stand up for yourself and tell her no. I’m sorry that you didn’t have the courage to stay on your own. It was nice living with you the last few months before I moved to CO.

I’m sorry, but I had to leave. The dysfunction had grown to big.

Let it be known, that once you’re gone Dad, and once we’ve settled all business…I’m never going back into that house again. I will visit others in MI, I will spend my time with people that care. Until the day comes when (redacted)’s husband dies, or perhaps worse.

🦞🦐🦀

🤷🏻‍♂️

[minigirl87]

We love you, and as such, we take care of you with the moon boys

First, I want to apologise for not posting anything in a little while. I've got plenty to come. But I've had a bad couple of weeks with a mixture of chronic pain and mental health. Brain fog was not helping me write anything or have any good ideas.

This is pure self-indulgence and is dedicated to any suffering at the moment. Know that I'm thinking of you, and I hope you get some comfort in this fic.

Steven Grant is my comfort character. I love that man I can say ❤️

Please feel free to leave feedback and to reblog.

Summary:

The boys, but mainly, this focuses on Steven comfort you and look after. Established relationships between the reader and the boys.

Warnings:

Mention of mental health and chronic pain and illness. Medication is mentioned. Reader is feeling really down and a burden to the boys. But it ends fluffy.

Word count: 1446

Steven rushed around the supermarket after finishing his shift at the museum. Apologising as he clumsy picked up things he dropped, headphones popped in so he then could talk to Marc and Jake without people noticing he’s talking to himself. He didn't want to be away from you any longer than he had, too.

“Did you get Y/Ns prescription and some ibuprofen gel, paracetamol, and the heat pads?” Marc asks with concern.

“Yes and I also got some migraine roll on and vitamins” Steven says he spies a lavender relaxation set, and he put in his basket.

“Some new pyjamas and socks, some snakes would be good” says Jake with hope that this may cheer you up.

“That’s a good idea. I’ve got her favourite snacks and some different teas and honey, Steven says. Looking through the clothing section, he picks up a pair of soft cosy pjs in your favourite colour and matching socks.

Before he checks out, he picks a bunch of flowers and a card that all three agree on. The friendly cashier who’s chatting away notice how Stevens anxiously bagging his shopping passes him the flowers

“those flowers are lovely I’m sure your wife will love them” she says with a comforting smile.

“I hope so. my wife’s not been very well lately, this is to help her feel better.” Steven tries his best to smile back at her.

“Oh sorry to hear that, I thought she hadn’t been in for a while” she said thoughtfully.

After a few more moments talking to her, Steven pays for his shopping and rushes out for his bus. He catches the bus just in time. He then sits agitatedly, tapping his foot. The drone of the engine and chattering passengers mixing into a hum that around a thoughtful Steven.

Everything is going in slow motion for them. The journey never seems to get to their stop. When it does, the apartment building seems further away than normal, and the lift doesn’t seem to move. But their minds are going over time, and Steven stomach is aching with anxiety about you.

When He enters, he drops his keys in the bowl with a clang, and the noise vibrates around the flat. The flat is dull as dusk is settling in, the only light coming from the tv as it plays your favourite comfort show as it mixes with the gentle humming of the air purifier.

Steven face fell as he looked at you. You were still in the same position when he left this morning. You didn’t look even look towards him. Steven wasn’t sure if you were watching the tv or staring in space. He places the bags down and paces toward you.

“Hello my love, how are you feeling?” Steven says, gently kissing the top of your head.

“Hi sweetheart, better now, you're back” You try not to sound exhausted.

Steven kissed you again “I’m glad to be back love”

He headed toward the kitchen, putting the bags down, putting the kettle on. You padded up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his broad back. He smells of coffee, lavender, and old books. Steven jumps slightly at your touch but soon relaxes on hearing you.

“I missed you” you almost whispered to him.

“I missed you to love” he says, turning to face you, wrapping his arms around, resting his warm hands on your lower back. You nuzzle into him as you grip onto his jacket to ground you. You were enjoying his comforting presence when the kettle whistles. Your body starts to shake as Steven grips onto you.

“go sit down, love, and I'll bring tea through for us” he kisses you lovingly as he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

Reaching up, you squeeze his hand and smile at him, turning away you return to your spot on the sofa. Before you get get comfortable, you wrap yourself in a soft blanket and rearrange the cushions. Just as you sit down, you hear a Stevens humming as he comes through with a tray covered in stuff.

“Here you are, my love. Put it in your favourite mug” he chuckles, handing you it. You can smell your favourite infusion through the swirling steam.

Your hand brushes against his. You can feel the through skin around his nails. As you take your mug. You now look at the tray, and your heart swells seeing how much they care about you with everything Steven has got in front of you.

Steven sits down next to you, mug in his right hand. You rest your right hand on his left thigh and gently squeeze it. He looks at you chocolate curls falling freely on his forehead. You know he’s been running his hand through them. He entwining his fingers with yours, raising your hand to his plump, soft lips, and kissing you.

“I’m sorry, love. You shouldn’t have to deal with this” you gesture to yourself continuing “you all deserve better, I’m so sorry” you repeat as the dam bursts and hot tears stream freely sown your face.

Steven pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you protectively. He instinctively rubs your back and kisses your hairline repeatedly. Comforting you with sweet nothing till you finally calm down. Steven helps you with this by doing breathing exercises with you and rubbing your shoulders, so a panic attack is avoided.

“I want you to look at me and listen very carefully to me, my love” Steven says directly but gently.

You look at him and nod as you fiddle with his fingers.

“Love do not apologise for being you, yes you have health problems but they do not refine you. You are not a burden. You are loving, caring, unique, wonderful, and most importantly, you are ours. We love you, and as such, we take care of you, like you take care of us, love.” Steven says lovingly caressing your cheek.

You nod nuzzling into his hand as a tear escapes you, which Steven catches with his thumb. You lean in and catch his lips tenderly kissing him to not only express your love but your gratefulness for him, Marc and Jake. Resting your foreheads together, you play with his soft curls as Steven holds you close to him.

“I love you all and appreciate everything you do. You are my sunshine on my dark days” you say with a big smile.

“How about I run you a warm bath, I got you some lavender soak, then apply a heat pad on relax with some tv. Hmmm, love ?”

“Sounds wonderful, my love” As you move off Stevens' lap, your back twinges.

After your soak, heat pad, Jakes cosy pjs and medication taken. You're wrapped in a cosy blanket that Marc had got delivered that as well. Steven comes from the kitchen with a big vase of your three favourite flowers.

“Almost forgot, we got you these love.” His voice muffled with the flowers.

He puts them down carefully on a little table next to you, with a cute lopsided smile, which you know he makes when he’s concentrating. You love it when he does this.

“You all spoil me too much, thank you” you smile, smelling the beautiful floral aroma around you

Steven sits next to you, handing you an envelope to our darling wife written on it. You open to reveal a card filled with love, comfort, and affection, each wrote their own messages. You smile as you snuggle up against him. You’re feeling better, thanks to your boys . Putting his arm around, you relish in his love and warmth. You swear this was like a portable heater.

“I love you all more than words can express, best husbands ever” You lean up, kissing him, a curl tickles your nose, and Steven’s eyes crinkle as he smiles into your kiss. Breaking away, he grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze as he reaches for the tv remote.

“Would you read to me, my darling? I love listening to you. It’s so relaxing.” You watch as his face lights up at your words

“of course, my love” he shifts slightly, getting the book you had been reading, and taking his glasses, you gently place them on him. Steven gives you a small kiss, muttering his thanks shyly. You snuggle back into his side as he rubs your side as he begins to read aloud, his voice like honey making you feel loved, wanted, and at peace.

This won’t be the last time feeling like this but with the boys by your side. You know that you’ll survive the storm.

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I love you all

[thelifeinmyshadesofgrey]

Here's a list of fundraisers that have been shared with me over the last week. I'm slowly going through the messages in my inbox, and will do my best to share all your campaigns. As always, please consider donating if you can or reblog to spread the word.

Mohammed Hijazi and family @save-hijazi-family2 (fundraiser link) (vetted by @90-ghost)

Mohammed and his parents are currently displaced in the city of Rafah. Both of his elderly parents were recently injured, and he himself has contracted a skin disease because of infection spread in the camp where he lives. They are in urgent need of medical care. As of 15th August, they have raised €10,360/€20,000

Muhammad Al-Habil and family @aya2mohammed (fundraiser link) (vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi #166 here)

Muhammad is a 30-year old father of three, and need helps evacuating his family, including his elderly parents out of Gaza. His parents are suffering from several health conditions such as diabetes and high blood pressure, and his wife and children's health are also deteriorating. As of 15th August, they have raised €24,119/€50,000

Ahmed Ziad and family @ahmed-ziad (fundraiser link) (vetted by @90-ghost)

Ahmed is raising funds to evacuate his parents and siblings out of Gaza. He often shares videos of his mother making bread for his family, despite the pain in her hands and back ache, and their difficulty in getting flour. Their fundraiser has slowed down, with only 6 donations in the last 24 hours. As of 15th August, they have raised £9,184/£30,000

Karam Al-Nabih and family @karamrafeek (fundraiser link) (vetted by @nabulsi and @90-ghost and #68 here)

Karam was a software engineer in his last semester before the war. He is raising funds to get him and his mother to Egypt, where he can provide better care for his ailing mother and continue his studies. Their fundraiser has slowed down, with only 4 donations in the last 24 hours. As of 15th August, they have raised €12,834/€20,000

Asmaa Majed and family @asmaamajed2 (fundraiser link) (vetted by @90-ghost)

Asmaa is a 19 year old Computer Engineering student from Gaza, and is seeking funds to get her family to safety and to hopefully continue her education. Her father has lost his means of livelihood, and she is struggling to obtain and prepare food with the lack of basic necessities. They have had only 8 donations in the last 24 hours. As of 15th August, they have raised $2,922 USD/$50,000

Abdel Muti and family @abdelmutei (fundraiser link) (vetted by @90-ghost)

Abdel is currently displaced in southern Gaza with his wife, Shaima and two young daughters, 2-year old Juri and a 6-months old Salmaa. Juri suffers from trauma due to the ongoing war, and they struggle to provide milk and diapers for their baby. As of 15th August, they have raised €9,000/€50,000

Haya Nahed and family @hayanahed (fundraiser link) (vetted by Operation Olive Branch #26)

Haya comes from a family of 8, including her parents, two sons and four daughters. She suffers from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications and her sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen. They fear being given inappropriate medications due to lack of suitable treatments in Gaza. As of 15th August, they have raised €70,958/€100,000