#is that what the 'delivery instructions' field is for

[messier51]

thinking about updating my porch for future deliveries

[image id: a white powerpoint slide with four images, two showing a large plastic deck box with a lid that can be locked, two with U-shaped baby latches that would hopefully fit the box instead of a lock. the slide has a sam’s club url link to the box as well as the text “anti raccoon package moodboard”]

[buckets-and-trees]

As one of the Christmas presents, your Alpha promises to fulfill one of your fantasies, or introduce you to a kink you secretly wanted to try. What is it and how he's going about it? Does he surprise you with it? Or did you plan to make a special night of it?

Okay, not an alpha, but...

well...

I couldn't get this idea out of my head...

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: Make Her Glow Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 986

Content Warnings: bondage, established coerced marriage, breeding kink

Logistical Notes: I think technically this is ... going to be a collection now. Sequel to I'm Your Man and a moment from their honeymoon. I just can't resist this Andy (and neither can you, dear reader).

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The domestic elements were incredibly important to Andy. He knew they were vital to building a happy, long-lasting relationship between husband and wife, and he wanted nothing less than that for both of you. Putting up the Christmas tree had been something he’d insisted on doing together, just the two of you, the day after Thanksgiving.

He’d driven the pair of you to the nicest tree lot, walked around holding your hand until he knew the two of you had found a tree you truly liked, then paid to have it delivered to your home after lunch. He had you direct the delivery men to put it exactly where you wanted it. He had helped you string it with lights, then decorate with garland and ornaments. You were still guarded – he had broken down many, but not all, of your walls, but it had been a good day.

But by far the most valuable thing from putting up the tree together had been the lights. He saw sheer, unadulterated delight shine through your eyes the first time they lit up. It was the passion he’d seen on your face so frequently during the first weeks he knew you – it’s what made him know he had to have you, and he loved seeing it again.

Each night, you had very easily let him hold you on the couch, all the other lights off, and sit together in the glow from the white lights of the tree. He had pulled so much more out of you each of those nights – memories, wants, dreams, worries.

He always knew you would work.

He knew you knew the two of your would work.

The soft glow of those lights had made you impossibly softer and warmer to him, and he fucking loved it.

But he hadn’t exploited that knowledge until tonight.

Having finally sent all the house guests home, you were turning off all the lights, and about to collapse onto the couch, but he intercepted you a step away from your destination, and tugged you gently upstairs. You knew not to fight him.

He knows you don’t want to fight him; you’re only holding onto small pieces of resisting him because he’s slowly been disarming every last piece of you, making you more and more vulnerable to becoming completely swept away by him.

He closes the bedroom door and then leads you to the bed. He slowly unzips your simple but beautiful party dress from behind, and you shrug it down your shoulders. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t suppress a shiver. Then he unclasps your bra, and you let that fall to the floor, too. He slides a finger into the waistband of your lacey underwear on either side of your hips and pulls them gently down. You step out of them without direction.

He spanks you, just once, but it elicits the short, gasping moan he loves to draw from you.

“Up on the bed now,” he instructs.

“Yes, Andy,” your voice is soft, and you crawl up obediently.

“On your back in the middle of the mattress.”

As you move into place, you watch him, and he reaches for a box he left under the bed a few hours earlier.

Andy places the box on the bedside table, and first pulls out a thick, forest green satin ribbon.

He climbs up on the bed next to you. “Hold up your hands, wrists together for me.”

Despite everything else up to this point, he’s never physically bound you before.

Although he can see the evidence of your breathing speed up with the rise and fall of your chest, he’s incredibly pleased that you do exactly as he says, surrendering without a fuss. He wraps the ribbon around your wrists and forearms, then strokes your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

He moves back to the box, pulls out one end of the string, plugs it into the socket, and you gasp as a full string of white lights comes to life. Andy smiles and turns off the rest of the lights in the room.

Ten minutes later when he’s wrapped the lights around your arms – right over where the ribbons were first placed because he did want to protect your precious skin from being uncomfortable – and then bound you up to the headboard, where he strung the rest of the lights back and forth between the bedposts, and emerges naked from the large master closet, he fully appreciates the warm glow of the lights just as you have the lights from the tree. He more than gets it now.

Joining you once more on the bed, he runs his hands up your thighs, then guides them open and kneels between them.

“You’re so pretty like this, wife.”

You’re wet for him. Waiting for him.

“You want one more Christmas gift?” he asks, his eyes moving up your body to meet your eyes.

You let out a small, whimpered, “Yes,” and he smiles again. “Please,” you add.

“And I think it’s time we start really working on one more gift for me,” he says. He moves one hand to your hip and places the other solidly over your womb. “I’m done waiting to see you growing with my child, and it’s too perfect that you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens just a little.

He smirks. “You think I really wouldn’t know something like that? Well, if you’re going to act dumb, I’ll just oblige and fuck you dumb. But, goddamn, you should know how perfect and beautiful you look for me just like this. Glowing under these lights? Perfection."

He leans down to kiss you. His lips move against yours, easily, he licks into your mouth, and you moan. He doesn't relent until you're breathless, and arching up beneath him.

"Now let’s make it so you glow for another reason.”

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I make no apologies for this.

[leafington]

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 '𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲. - kento n.

content warning !! - tooth rotting candy store opening cavity inducing fluff, domesticated!nanami, suggestiveness (nothing too explicit), blackfem!reader

thinking about doing skincare with Nanami who isn't all that familiar with it other than washing his face every morning. <3 (happy birthday nanamin!!!1!1!1)

"What do I do with this?" He reads the back label of the cleanser, paitently awaiting your instructions. "Put it on, silly." You take it from his hands, pumping the liquid into his large, calloused hands.

It's been about a year since Nanami's retirement from being a sorcerer, when he met you, he was determined to keep your future together safe, in the clear of danger, and with him. Once the both of you engaged after years of at-home dates, flower deliveries, and past bedtime nightcaps that usually ended in the both of you entangled in his silk covers, Nanami called up his insurance company for benefits and turned in his resignation letter a tad early, letting them know he wouldn't be working in this field anymore. Nanami firmly warned his now former higher-ups that he'd be expecting his monthly payment on the 15th. What were they gonna do to him because of his tone? Fire him?

Still being lost, he listens closely and smears the clear substance on his face. "Now what?" Nanami moves his hands in small circles on his cheeks. "Now, since you've sprayed and done that," You point to the bottle in his hands. "go 'head and put on the toner, then after that, some serum. Who knows what kinda clogged pores you have." He mock-laughs at your little joke, making you giggle in response. Spending time with you has definitely been one of his favorite things to do during downtime. If he's not idly watching you do this on your own, he sits to the side monitoring your every move in the kitchen, going on your morning runs, and accompanying you at the gym (the reasoning behind that being you texted him about some guys assisting you and refused to let you go alone ever since.)

"Darling, this smells... weird." Nanami stills himself while you apply serum directly under his eyes. "And was buying... 'Resurfacing Youth' serum necessary? Using your own would've sufficed." His words muffled from your hands squishing his face. "Baby, your eyebags are terrible. You wanna look 28 or 82?" Nanami sighs, he's too far in to throw back another remark.

Give or take ten minutes later, you're walking around with a Unicorn facemask with Nanami attached to you in a Mermaid one. "How long is this supposed to stay on?" He murmurs into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss right beneath your jaw. "'Bout 20 minutes." You give him one in return, only on the top of his blonde hair. Honestly, spending the rest of your life with someone who's willing to include themselves in your small habits isn't too bad. He figured the married life would be just for him, and he was right; if you're happy, he's happy. He'll ensure that he doesn't look a day over 50 to make you smile, engraving the routine you showed him into his brain and waiting for you in your spacious bathroom to do it with him.

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[terrence-silver]

Can you please do a scenario where Terrys beloved dies during childbirth and how he copes with his grief. Would he accept and love the baby or reject and blame the baby.

---

Like five hundred other people are to blame.

Surgeons. Doctors. Nurses. Midwives. The medical staff at the emergency room. The poor, unlucky chauffeur who drove the beloved to their usual appointments, for all we know. The measures they took. The measures they didn't take. The amount of dedication they clearly didn't show, in his opinion. It is the ultimate betrayal that'll get so many people hurt. When Terry Silver pays a sum for a service, he expects the service delivered to perfection and according to his instructions; that's how that social contract works because nothing's for free, and if you throw a whole fortune at something, you expect nothing but your vision delivered to you down to the smallest details. The fact that he was failed so catastrophically it resulted in the death of the person he covets and loves the most? Someone stripped away beyond his control to stop it!? When he trusted vetted professionals, the best of the best in their field, to do the job right!? I swear to god, heads will fly. He daydreams about what could've happened if he just kicked down the doors of the delivery room and carried beloved out of there before it was too fucking late. The revenge will be horrifying, though. People will lose jobs. Their licenses to practice medicine. They'll be blacklisted. Sued. They'll find their cars blown up. Their places of residence broken into. Burned down. The hospital they worked in foreclosed, bought out, bulldozed overnight and turned into an empty privately owned lot until not even a single brick remains of the place that killed beloved. For the love of all that's holy, some of the participants involved in the tragedy might even find their own loved ones done in by mysterious circumstances because blood can be only repaid by blood. A life for a life. And since Terry might just think the life of someone he loves is worth infinitely more than just one life, the retaliation can be truly awful and result in some many injured parties and so much damage it is pretty hard to describe just how far he'd go.

Pretty far, I'd reckon.

Murder, carnage and torture type of far.

When the dragon's been woken, it's impossible to get him to slumber again.

But, however far it does go, I doubt he'd ever blame his child; if anything, his possessiveness of them is only kickstarted into some very excessive territories day one seeing as how they're the last thing he has left off from beloved and the one thing that'll outlive him and carry him on, into the future, and so, all the more reason for him to be devoted to his offspring with all the lovesickness a human heart can produce, blaming, perhaps, himself, all the more, behind the narcissistic facade that he is infallible and all powerful. Terry actually feels he's entirely to blame, triggered into a bygone time where his clumsiness resulted in a friend's death, and here he is, decades later, at the very exact same place. He lost control then and he lost control now. Almost like he's back at the very same spot he was in Vietnam and he's still that scared, shivering boy in the cage and he's angry. Desperate. Vulnerable. And oh so feral. And everyone best beware. This is an issue that The Valley might just end up burning down over, engulfing everything far and wide. Man would step on the whole world because he'd feel the world deserves it now more than ever.

This is an extremely deadly mindset to put Terry Silver into.

No telling how violently all of it could culminate in his mourning.

[thegirlwiththestarbirdtattoo]

The Gift

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Summary: As you grow closer to Wilhemina, you decide on making her a very special gift. Will it push her away for good or take your relationship in a direction that you both secretly hope for?

A/N: Welcome to what will most likely be my first and last fic lol. I’m no writer but I’ve had this concept stuck in my brain for over a year and last week decided to actually write it down.

No warnings that I can think of. Turned into a pretty fluffy Christmas fic. Enjoy!

Word count: 5800

To say that Wilhemina Venable was furious would be the understatement of the century. 

The first thing that she’d been informed of this morning was that Jeff and Mutt had decided to hire someone without her knowledge, and for a position that seemed entirely fictitious.

“We need a third brain Ms. Venable!”

Hearing Jeff exclaim that to her almost made her retort with a comment letting him know he’d still need to find two more if that was his goal.

“Yeah,” butted in Mutt, “and you’re busy running all of the behind the scenes stuff around here. We need someone who can come up with ideas with us. Ways that we can use the tech for other things. Like a professional problem solver or creative engineer or something.”

“You shouldn’t be so annoyed with us,” Jeff continued, “this is like the most sane, sober thought we’ve had in months.”

Now that she could agree with.

When she heard that they’d hired a woman for the job she assumed they had just decided they wanted to keep one of their usual girls around more permanently and their attempt at a job description was all for show. She supposed she would find out soon enough. Part of the hiring bombshell that they’d dropped on her this morning was that the new employee would be joining them in a couple of hours for orientation.

When Wilhemina heard footsteps walking down the hallway to her office just over an hour later, she didn’t even bother to look up from her laptop, assuming it was one of the typical delivery people. That was until she heard an unknown voice introducing themselves to her.

…

Jeff and Mutt had instructed you to show up on Monday for orientation with a ‘Ms. Venable’. They also advised you to “just follow the purple”, whatever that meant.

You arrived at Kineros, nervous as ever. Security in the lobby of the building pointed you in the right direction, which is how you found yourself walking down an obscenely long hallway to a woman sitting behind a desk. A stunning woman dressed in head to toe lavender. Ah, so that’s what they meant about the purple.

“Hello,” you started, once reaching the table, “I’m y/n l/n. You must be Ms. Venable, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

When Wilhemina finally decided to look up from her laptop it was to a sight she was not entirely expecting. Stood before her was yes, a beautiful woman, but someone that was definitely not one of Jeff and Mutt’s usual girls. Looks like they were telling the truth.

Wilhemina stood up from her desk to shake your hand before leading you down a hallway to what would become your office.

Wilhemina for her part, couldn’t help but be intrigued by this new addition to the company. She could tell that you were listening intently to her explanations and asked well thought out questions when needed. You seemed respectable enough. A far cry from what she was used to dealing with.

Wilhemina soon realized that your hiring was actually a very good idea. At the very least so that she could have an intelligent conversation with another human being.

She knew that Jeff and Mutt were smart… in their own way. They were masters in their field but were severely lacking in a lot of other areas. Not to mention all of the ways they could grate on her nerves.

You however, were just as intelligent and a million times more professional. She started requesting that you join her for company meetings instead of Jeff and Mutt. Especially ones that involved investors. The boys didn’t care one bit; they were happy to have the extra time to partake in other activities.

Wilhemina insisted to herself that she was so happy with the change because it involved far less babysitting of the imbeciles and not because it meant that she got to see you more.

…

It had been a couple of months since you started working at Kineros Robotics. So far you were really enjoying it. The work was challenging at times but fulfilling, and you’d also had the privilege of getting to know the infamous Ms. Venable a little better.

At the beginning of your time at Kineros you’d kept to yourself as much as possible, which was fine by you. It wasn’t hard - the only people at the company that you had any consistent contact with were Jeff, Mutt and Ms. Venable - who you soon realized was the real reason the company wasn’t in complete disarray.

You hadn’t seen a reason to really leave your office other than for meetings with Jeff and Mutt, and the odd other meeting that Ms. Venable had started requesting your presence at. That included your lunch breaks. 

One day, a couple of weeks in to your time at Kineros, you decided to be a bit more adventurous and actually leave your office for lunch. You found a quiet table on the grounds, far away from where most of the other employees seemed to enjoy hanging around. It was surrounded by trees that provided nice shade and some separation from the rest of the sitting areas. You had been sitting there for no longer than five minutes when a shadow appeared across the table.

“I see you’ve found my usual spot.”

You looked up from your lunch to see none other than Ms. Venable standing before you.

“It’s lovely out here, I can see why you’re so fond of it. My apologies,” and you made to get up from your seat when she held up her hand at you.

“No need to leave. I wouldn’t mind the company today.”

You sat back down in slight shock. It’s not that Ms. Venable scared you - it was more respect and admiration. By the interactions you’d had with her so far, you’d come to see how intimidating she could be. She was fully in control anywhere she went and you’d gotten the impression that she wasn’t a woman who would want to spend more time in anyone’s presence beyond what she absolutely had to. Yet here she was having lunch with you.

Even more shocking to you was how the next day she came to your office asking if you’d join her for lunch again. The same happened the next day, and the next, and soon enough you were meeting up without having to ask one another - although you typically met up at one of your respective offices and walked out together.

Your conversations ranged from just about anything; something fascinating you’d read about online, current books and movies, your thoughts about the universe in general. The topics never got too personal though. One time you’d made some offhand comment about family and she’d tensed up so much it had deterred you from ever coming close to the topic again. 

Sometimes you barely spoke at all, but that suited you both fine. You’d both eased into the routine as if you’d been lifelong friends. She’d permitted you calling her Wilhemina during these moments together as well.

At couple of weeks into your lunches together you’d somehow worked up the courage to inquire about her cane. Although it wasn’t exactly the question Wilhelmina was expecting.

“May I ask you something?”

Wilhelmina stiffened immediately, dreading where this conversation was about to go, especially with you looking over at her with such a contemplative expression. She doesn’t know exactly what possessed her, but she nodded for you to continue regardless.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to figure out how to word the question that’s been on your mind. Eventually you settled on “How do you not have a purple cane?”

Wilhemina barked out something resembling a laugh, clearly not expecting that to be your question. She was grateful though. She assumed it was going to be something far more personal than that, something more along the lines of the typical “why do you use a cane?” and the far less tactfully worded questions that’d she’d come to expect from anyone that she allowed near her for more than a brief interaction, which was an almost non existent list at this point. Until you came along that is. 

Truthfully she didn’t know how she’d handle such a question coming from you either. Typically she’d tear the person apart for even daring to ask such a thing. But not you. She didn’t know what it was but she couldn’t deny that she felt safe in your presence - something that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly experienced with another person.

She wasn’t quite sure how to even handle your current question. She looked back over to you, her expression softening slightly when she saw the look of half terror gracing your face.

“I suppose I’ve just never come across one. It seems that purple canes aren’t in the highest demand, as criminal as that should be.”

You smiled at her comment, relaxing a bit once you realized she wasn’t going to tear your head off for asking your question. Not only that, she was even slightly joking with you.

“It is a shame. What would be your ideal cane design?”

You observe her deep in thought across from you. 

“I don’t know.” She says a moment later. The answer surprises you.

Everything that you’ve seen this woman do has been meticulous. She’s by far the most prepared and put together person you’d ever met and you thought that a question about such an important accessory to her would have an almost immediate answer. It seems like something that she would have already thought about in great detail.

The rest of your lunch together was spent mostly in silence. You glanced up from eating to observe your company still busy within her own mind. You began to worry that your last question had been a mistake.

The next day Wilhemina invited you to join her once again to lunch. Practically the moment you had sat down at your usual spot, she began.

“I’ve been thinking about your question from yesterday. I suppose a deep plum or eggplant colour might look rather striking. With ornate baroque-style filigree starting from the handle and running down along the sides.”

She began to eat as if she’d said nothing. But you were in awe of her. You felt as if she’d just told you one of her deepest secrets. In a way she had by disclosing any information about such a personal item.

From that moment you knew you had to make it your mission to make this come to life for her.

…

A few days after the initial determination had worn off, the realization of what you were setting out to create finally started to sink in. 

It had been a long time since you’d doubted yourself so much. Were you capable of making it? You knew you were good at your job - Jeff and Mutt wouldn’t have sought you out if you weren’t. But were you really the best person to be designing such an important piece? Especially for someone who your admiration for only continued to grow.

You also briefly considered whether giving her such an item would be immediate grounds for your murder in her eyes. You came to the conclusion that you’d die happy as long as she got her purple cane.

And so you began. You sketched out ideas, drew up more finalized designs, threw those out and started from scratch - all in between your other work at Kineros and most importantly without Ms. Venable finding out what you were working on.

When you started to get closer to a design you were happy with, you did decide to fill Jeff and Mutt in on at least a little of your plan. You needed to get their permission to use some of the company’s departments and contacts to manufacture the parts you were designing. They of course wanted all of the details, happy that their dear Ms. Venable had someone else looking out for her.

“You don’t think she’ll kill me because of it?”

They laughed before Jeff continued with “Kill you? Definitely not. Ms. Venable seems rather… attached to you.”

“Dude,” butted in Mutt. “She’s in love with her. When was the last time you’ve seen Venable share so much as a non-hostile glance at anyone. They’ve basically spent every lunch together since we hired y/n.”

“That’s not true,” You corrected Mutt. “I didn’t leave my office for the first couple of weeks.”

“Doesn’t matter!” They both chimed in.

“We, well at least I have seen how she gets all googly eyed every time your name comes up. She’s gone completely soft for you. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You were incredibly flustered with the direction the conversation had started to go. Ms. Venable in love with you?

You left Jeff and Mutt’s office as fast as you could after that, your mind going non stop. You barely even registered Wilhemina’s concerned calls after you as she watched you practically run past her desk towards your own office. You yelled something back to her along the lines of ‘everything is fine’ and that you ‘just forgot about something’.

Once you’d made it to the safety of your office, you started to come to terms with what Jeff and Mutt seemed so sure about.

You’d known for a while that you were in love with Wilhemina Venable but you never dared to hope that anything would come of it. You were just happy that you got to be in her presence at all, as desperate as that may sound. 

Over your many shared lunch breaks, an unspoken understanding seemed to have formed between you both - that neither of you had come across someone quite like the other, that you weren’t even sure someone like the other person could even exist. Neither one of you ever acknowledged it though, and you assumed that it would remain as such.

But after your conversation with Jeff and Mutt, you couldn’t help but think of all of the interactions you’d had with Wilhemina Venable. You’d seen her as her most intimidating, professional self at numerous shared meetings, and you compared that to the Wilhemina that you’d come to know over your lunch breaks, and more recently, time together outside of work. They hardly seemed like the same person. You wouldn’t call the Wilhemina during your time together ‘warm’ by any stretch of the imagination but Mutt’s observation of her - soft - was slightly more fitting. She seemed more relaxed around you and that gave you hope.

Especially when she started agreeing to accompany you on various weekend trips.

It had started during one of your conversations at lunch; you’d made a comment about wanting to visit a particular exhibit of one of your favourite artists at a local gallery. It surprised you when she said she’d heard about the exhibit as well.

“Are you busy this weekend?” 

Her eyes narrowed slightly, “No. Why?”

“Then why don’t we check out the exhibit together?”

It was clear that your invitation had taken her back. It had also taken the remainder of the week to convince her to go with you.

That day was so special to you. Getting to see her outside of work, being able to admire her as she admired the artwork on the gallery walls - none of which could rival her magnificence.

What you weren’t aware of was just how special the day was for her as well. She had never truly met anyone that she wanted to be in the presence of for prolonged periods of time, not to mention them seeming to want to spend time with her in return. And she’d certainly not had anyone ask her to accompany them on a visit to an art gallery - an activity she had always been fond of. 

The prospect had left her shocked and slightly unsettled. Not because she didn’t want to go with you, but because she’d never been put in the position of such an offer. She had lied awake in her bed multiple nights that week thinking over your invitation; of all the things that could go wrong, of how badly she wanted to go with you. Eventually the hopeful part of herself won out and she accepted. She never once regretted her decision. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever had such a pleasant day. Which is why the next week she’d suggested that you go to another one of her favourite galleries.

Your art gallery and museum dates - that had never been officially classified as such - continued for weeks. You didn’t think it was possible, but your extra time spent together only added to your admiration for her. She was so smart and witty and beautiful. You were hopelessly in love with her.

That made giving her this gift - that you’d worked so hard on - all the more nerve wracking. You weren’t simply giving a dear colleague - maybe even friend - an off handed gift that you’d just come across and thought they’d enjoy. No. You were trying to give someone who had become one of the most important people in your life, the woman that you were in love with - that might also be slightly in love with you back - a deeply personal item that she’d graciously shared details about during one of your private moments together. If you messed this up it would be devastating.

Which is why weeks later you found yourself with an immaculately wrapped box sitting in your office, unmoving. 

Jeff and Mutt knew that you’d finished your cane project and were growing impatient with your lack of action. They’d even started to threaten spoiling your surprise to Wilhemina herself if you didn’t give it to her soon.

The winter break was fast approaching - not that you’d planned it out this way. Truthfully you had hoped to have this project finished earlier but you’d spent ages perfecting things down to the smallest details. Now it looked like this was going to end up becoming a slightly early Christmas gift.

It was almost the final work day before the break, and before the ability to see Wilhemina for over two weeks was guaranteed. It was now or never.

She’d been in a good mood at lunch - not too stressed, as most of the operations were winding down for the year. You were hopeful that the day would continue on a good note, so you swung by her desk an hour before the end of the workday.

“How are things going?”

“Alright,” she replied. “The imbeciles have miraculously left me alone for the afternoon so I have significantly less of a headache compared to normal.”

You chuckled at her typical humour, “So you would be ok if I interrupted you for a moment to give you something?”

“Give me something?” She looked up from her laptop at you, confusion written on her face.

“Yes. I have something for you in my office and I wondered if I could bring it to you.”

She continued to stare at you for a moment, seeming to try and work out your intentions before she gave you a small nod.

“Just give me a couple of minutes.” 

You walked back to your office, your anxiety increasing with each step. You couldn’t quite believe that the time had come to give Wilhemina your gift. You only hoped that this didn’t ruin whatever it was that you’d been building together over the last few months.

You reached the supplies closet in your office where you’d carefully hidden the box. It had had to be custom made as well to fit the cane inside and you’d insisted it be manufactured in a deep purple. You had also added a large velvet ribbon in a lighter violet colour around the box.

With your prized creation in hand, you started to make your way back to Wilhemina’s office. Just before you made it into her line of sight, it dawned on you just how conspicuous the box was. Ideally you’d be able to place it in front of her without giving her the chance to formulate an idea as to what might be inside - which only left you one choice.

“Mina,” you called out. “Can you close your eyes for a sec?”

You heard her sputter slightly before replying, “What kind of childish antics are you trying to rope me into!?”

“I just wanted to surprise you. I can’t get the box to you without you seeing it and I only want to put it down on your desk.”

A moment later you heard an exasperated sigh before a less than enthusiastic “Fine.”

You poked your head out to see if she’d actually done what you’d asked. Seeing her sat in her office chair, eyes shut, with a slight frown on her face, you continued on your way back to her.

As she heard your steps approaching she began muttering to herself. You couldn’t make out everything but you caught enough to get the general idea. “- I can’t believe,” “- would expect such behaviour from those imbeciles, not you,” 

You couldn’t help but smile at her antics, grateful as they temporarily distracted you from your ever increasing nerves.

Standing across the table from her, you carefully moved her laptop over to the side before gently placing the box directly in front of her on the desk.

“Okay, open.”

As she opened her eyes she looked directly at you before slowly lowering her gaze. You knew the exact moment her eyes reached the box, the surprise was clear on her face.

Wilhemina had no idea what to expect when you said you had something you wanted to give to her. She was not used to any sort of acts of kindness. 

The sight of the box alone almost made her cry. It was clear that you’d put great thought into whatever it was by making sure it was wrapped in her favourite colour. She glanced back up at you in question, unsure as to what she’d done to deserve such an item.

“I wasn’t planning on this being a Christmas gift,” you started. “But it took me until now to get it ready for you and I wanted to make sure you had it before the holiday break.”

She looked back down at the box in front of her, gently grazing her fingers along the edge of the lavender bow.

You could feel her hesitation. “It’s okay, you can open it.”

She reluctantly began pulling on the ends of the ribbon, unraveling the beautiful bow. She pulled the ribbon completely off before running her palm along the top of the box. You motioned towards the edge facing her where she discovered a flap being magnetically held down to secure the box shut. She detached the flap from the magnets before slowly lifting the lid of the box. Inside, surrounded by plush velvet padding, she discovered the cane that she had described to you all those months ago. The sight immediately brought tears to her eyes.

She’d never told you that after your initial conversation about the purple cane she had decided to go searching for one again. She was pleasantly surprised to see a few options online, but nothing that she’d be caught dead using. The lack of success at finding something suitable had sent her down a dark spiral of self loathing and thinking about why she even needed the cane in the first place. She’d cried herself to sleep that night. The next morning she decided to banish such frivolous thoughts of ever finding something from her mind and vowed to never try it again.

But here in front of her, somehow, was the cane that she’d always hoped for. She didn’t even know where to begin with processing this.

“- How?” she choked out, returning her tearful gaze towards you.

“After you told me about it I knew I had to try to figure out a way to bring it to life for you.”

“But… why?”

You shrugged, “Because you’re my favourite person. I’m just glad I was able to figure out how to make it.”

“You made this!?” She alternated her gaze between you and the cane in the box in disbelief, the tears that had gathered in her eyes rolling down her cheeks.

You looked on - still incredibly nervous - as she delicately ran her fingers along the body of the cane. 

As she reached the handle, she noticed some sort of engraving along the end. She gently rotated the cane so that she could make out what it was. To her complete shock, she discovered her initials W.V. beautifully engraved into the handle. She stared at it for a moment before completely breaking down, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

You stood there in shock. You’d never seen Wilhemina Venable’s eyes so much as water until a moment ago and now here she was sobbing over your present. You still weren’t sure whether that was a good or bad reaction but you certainly weren’t going to leave her there to cry on her own. At this point she’d turned her chair to the side, facing away from her desk, burying her head in her hands. You quickly but gently moved to the other side of the table before kneeling down in front of her and carefully wrapping your arms around her, at a loss for what else to do. You had no idea how she’d react to the physical contact but you were pleasantly surprised when a moment later she wrapped her arms around your upper body in a crushing embrace.

Wilhemina’s thoughts were going a million miles an hour. She was completely overwhelmed with your gift and now she felt that she was making a complete fool of herself by crying in front of you. All of a sudden she was surrounded by warmth. Some part of her registered that she was being embraced. But by you? Surely you should be laughing at her obvious display of weakness. No. That wasn’t something you’d ever do.

Wilhemina had become well aware over the years of the looks she received from others when they saw her using a cane. Good, bad, didn’t matter. She was always perceived by others as different. 

Not once had she seen you look at her differently. It was one of the first things that had made her warm up to you and the reason she decided to ask you to join her for lunch that first day.

From there her admiration for you only grew. Your conversations during lunch were always fascinating. She enjoyed hearing you speak passionately about whatever the day’s topic was. She also found herself enjoying speaking to you in return; you always listened to her and never judged or dismissed her opinions.

There had been one night in particular where you were both working late trying to finalize a deal with a massive client. It had been almost midnight when you’d finished, but neither of you seemed too keen on going home quite yet. You’d offered to go get you both ice cream and you sat out on the main office balcony eating it as you gazed up at the sky, laughing and talking about life. It had been the most peaceful and carefree she’d ever felt.

Soon enough Wilhemina Venable realized she was in love with you. The realization sent her into full panic mode. Love was an emotion that only lead to the deepest hurt, or so she tried to tell herself. Then her mind would inadvertently begin to wander to you and the way you looked at her, treated her, and she realized she didn’t actually mind being in love with you at all. 

You had no idea how long you’d been wrapped up in each other’s arms; you would have happily stayed there with her forever is she wanted you to. 

You gradually felt the sobs wracking her body calm. At some point she’d nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck; you could feel her breathing had almost returned to normal but with the occasional sniffle.

“Thank you,” you heard her softly say a while later, her face still buried in your neck. 

“Anytime,” you replied, unsure of what it was exactly that she was thanking you for. “Was the cane a bad idea?”

She pulled away from you at that, but not too far - still keeping her hands around your shoulders.

“-what, no! It’s so beautiful. I- no one has ever done anything like that for me before.” she averted her eyes downward with her final admission.

“Well they should have,” you replied, gently cupping her cheeks with your hands, wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs that hadn’t quite dried.

“-but it must have been so much work. How- why would you do something like that for me?” She’d returned her gaze back to you in question. 

You weren’t immediately sure how to respond to her question. Didn’t she realize how special she was? How important she was to you?

“Why wouldn’t I? Wilhemina, you are wonderful and the time that we’ve spent together has meant so much to me.”

“When you said that you’d never really been able to find the perfect cane, I knew I had to try to do something about it. You deserve only the best. I don’t know if what I did is exactly as you imagined, we can fix anything that isn’t perfect-“

Wilhemina could never have predicted in a million years the turn that this day was taking. Her favourite person had just gifted her her dream cane, had held her in her arms as she sobbed about said cane - without making her feel weak or pathetic - and now the same person was kneeling in front of her, hands delicately holding her face, as she explained how she thought she was wonderful?

Her brain was definitely not processing all of this. All she could think about was the warmth of your hands on her face, how beautiful you looked, how in love she was with you at this moment and every other. She didn’t know how to possibly begin to put what she was feeling into words, so her body decided to do the only thing that it could think of and cut you off with a kiss.

At first you couldn’t grasp why all of a sudden you were unable to speak. Then you registered the plush warmth on your lips and a deliciously spicy sent you’d recognize anywhere. Mina. 

You still didn’t quite know what was going on but you’d dreamt about this moment for so long that you didn’t want to think too hard about it. So instead you returned her kiss.

When Wilhemina’s brain caught up with her body, she panicked. But then she realized you were kissing her back? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening. Far too soon you were pulling away from her mouth, resting your foreheads together. She kept her eyes shut but she could feel your slightly laboured breathing against her face, the pads of your thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. The close proximity to you felt so so wonderful.

“If I knew that’s how you’d react to your present I would have given it to you a lot sooner.”

She chuckled at that, reluctantly pulling away from you to look at your face. 

She always loved the way you looked at her, she’d never felt judged by your beautiful eyes. But now you were looking at her with an expression she’d never seen before. 

There was such pure, unfiltered adoration in your gaze that she could think of nothing else but to pull you back towards her and reconnect your lips.

Gone was the nervous peck of lips born from uncertainty. You both poured everything into the kiss, realizing that at least to some degree, your feelings for each other were reciprocated.

Wilhemina had never felt so free before - everything felt weightless and she would have happily drowned in your warmth forever. That was until a cough from her office doorway interrupted you both.

She wasn’t even the one to realize it and pull away first, that was you. It was almost physically painful to stop kissing her but when you did, you were met with the sight of a very amused looking Jeff and Mutt.

“You own me five hundred bucks and first dibs on girls for the next week!” Mutt excitedly exclaimed to Jeff.

You groaned and hid your face in Wilhemina’s chest. At this point she’d mostly come out of her kissing induced daze, and she was not happy with the turn of events.

“Is there a reason you’re both standing in my doorway?”

“Yes, Ms. Venable,” Jeff quickly replied, recognizing the change in her mood and not wanting to deal with her wrath. “We were just coming by to inform you both that everything has been wrapped up for the year, so no need to come in tomorrow. Enjoy the next few weeks off.”

“Oh, I don’t think they are going to have an issue with that,” Mutt added snickering. “We have a plane to catch but we’ll want full details later ladies.”

With that they left and you were once again left alone together.

“How much do you think they saw?” you asked.

“Enough for them to never let us forget about it.” she replied.

“There’s no threat of that. I could never forget today,” you pulled away from her chest, smiling up at her. She returned your smile. Her eyes were so peaceful, you’d never seen her look so happy.

“Do you have plans for the next couple of weeks?”

She looked down at her lap in shame before shaking her head.

“Well, I think we can do something about that,” she looked up at your response hopefully. “What do you think about starting with dinner tonight? We can get takeout or go out somewhere, whatever you’d prefer.”

She was so so grateful for you. She hoped that by the end of the night she’d be able to find the words to adequately express how much you meant to her. She didn’t know if it would ever be possible though.

She took one of your hands in her own, bringing it up to her face to place a kiss along your knuckles.

“Let’s go out. After all, I have this fancy new cane to show off.”

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS MOMENTS: Hobi & Grace - Watermelon Nails

If there was one downside to comebacks, it was the nails. Everytime there was a comeback with music videos to shoot, photoshoots to do and then performances to do, Grace’s nails always had to be done. The nail technician took great delight in creating specific designs relating to the song or album but making sure they were workable as well. And Grace took great delight at having them cut off until the next time. 

But here was comeback season and they were in L.A to shoot their music video for Black Swan. Grace’s hotel suite had been set up as a wardrobe and a beauty parlour just for her since she had three (or even more, she had lost count at one point) outfit changes. Not only that, they were in the process of dying her hair to a honey blonde for the shoot. Beauty, as it turns out, took time. Which is why the stylists, hair team and nail team were getting an early start the day before the filming. 

“I’m hungry,” Grace pouted as the nail technician held onto her hand, painting the fake almond-shaped nails perfectly. The other hand was currently under some kind of UV light. 

“What do you want?” her manager asked from the couch, feet resting on the coffee table with the remote control on his stomach after he had found a channel that showed American baseball.

“I think Hobi had some watermelon so that would be nice. And another cup of tea would be great, maybe some squid jerky if we have any,” Grace asked. She would have turned her head to look at her manager but it was currently in the process of being dyed. 

“I’ll go and have a look at what we’ve got. Anyone want anything else?” he asked, slipping on his shoes. Once her manager got the staffs list of snacks, he closed the door to the suit behind him. 

It was nice to listen to the hair stylist and nail technician gossip, with Grace joining in when she could. Most of the time she was around the boys or even the male staff, who treated her as some kind of royalty and normally wouldn’t converse with her. Her manager didn’t give two hoots anymore and routinely shared the latest gossip and stories. Her bodyguard was just as bad.

“Snack delivery!” Hobi declared from the door, holding aloft a bowl of cut up watermelon and a tea cup with a straw. “Manager-nim is on snack store duty but he won’t be long.”

After bowing to the stylists, Hobi pulled a chair to his noona’s side and took a good look at her. Within a few moments, he grinned and hid his laugh behind his hand. “Ah noona, you always look funny during these times.”

“I hate you so much. Are you going to feed me or not?” she playfully glared, pulling out her hand from under the UV light to show Hobi her nails before she was instructed to put it back in. “I’m currently in nail mode.”

“Of course, that’s why I’m here,” Hobi said as he speared a piece of watermelon onto a fork and held it to Grace’s lips. The fruit was soon devoured. 

“Guess you were hungry. Must take a lot to have your nails and hair done?” he laughed, giving her another piece.

“You have no idea,” Grace muttered around the fruit. “This comeback is painful, in more ways than one.”

“But you look good. ARMY is going to have a field day when they see you blonde again with those nails and those outfits. I’ve just been having a look at them,” Hobi added as he angled the straw to Grace’s mouth. 

“I’ll end up dying but as long as the music video looks good who cares.”

“I’ll make sure to get plenty of photos of your nails and hair to show ARMY of your sacrifice. Those are pretty pointed though. You sure you’re not going to poke an eye out?” Hobi mused as he stood and leaned over the table to look at the technicians work.

In quick retaliation, Grace poked Hobi’s side with one of the nails in question causing him to jump and squeak. “Who do you think I am? Namjoon?”

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – RETURN OF KINGS” (NOVEL-ADVANCE)

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

CHAPTER 1: DDoS ATTACK (Pages 12-17)

The E-Rank player, with the username "Roadman", was operating his PDA from the driver's seat of the truck.

He installed an app called "Jungle" just three days ago. He has installed and disabled various gaming apps to kill the time waiting for delivery, but this one is quite funny. It is an application that combines SNS and games.

"Oh, here we go."

"Roadman" smiled when he heard the mission start report.

The large-scale mission that had been announced a long time ago, the full details, of course, "Roadman" did not know. He was only instructed to deliver the package. He can get an exceptional reward just for that, so there's no reason not to.

And, "Roadman" noticed a shadow reflected in the side mirror. He emerged from the side door of a building and hit the bed of the truck a predetermined number of times.

From the location information of the PDA, after confirming that the other party was the person to whom the luggage would be delivered, he opened the cargo platform.

The other party quietly opened the truck bed. Far from exchanging words, he didn't even check the other's appearance. This was also common in "Jungle". It does not care about the identity of the other party or the content of the package. They are only connected by missions.

"Mission Accomplished! 100 "Jungle" Points Added!"

At the same time Jan notified, the PDA's screen turned green and a success fee was added. The figure that had taken the luggage had disappeared through the side door of the same building, but "Roadman's" interest was already turned on what to use those points for.

A ranked player, username "Non-chan" returned to the cafe from the side entrance with a baggage.

She works as a reception staff at this cafe. From ordering and registering to cleaning and serving food, she was quite busy with a wide range of tasks, and the only thing she could do to relax was the occasional game of the app.

The fact that she received a package from an unknown truck was part of that game. At first, she was worried that she might get involved in a crime, but recently she has come to think that it is exciting and interesting.

A little spice in a boring life: that's "Jungle" for her.

"Non-chan" returned to her work in the living room and vaguely observed her surroundings.

She soon found a partner. Judging from the appearance information of "a man in a brown suit" in the quest content, she called him.

"Customer, are you okay here?"

After saying that and handing over the luggage, the man accepted it with a very natural gesture.

"Oh, thanks."

Of course, there is no relationship between "Non-chan" and the man. This is the first time they have had a conversation. Even so, she acted like she was the employee who received the request because she was told to do so.

"Excuse me, then."

"We hope to see you again."

"Non-chan" bowed deeply as she exchanged empty greetings. At the same time, the PDA that was in her uniform pocket vibrated. Successful mission report. Sensing it, she smiled.

A G-Rank player with the username "Sky Goldfish" was walking towards the scrambled junction in Shizume City.

The reason why he is so aware of the baggage he carries under his arm is because he knows its contents. The higher your rank, the more you can understand the full scope of the mission. In other words, the responsibility of being exposed will grow.

"Sky Goldfish" usually works in the legal field. He knew very well what kind of punishment se would expect if the contents of that package were exposed to daylight.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became and he purred.

Even if he risks so much, he doesn't dare to give it up because he finds "Jungle" very attractive. This is more than a game. It is a tool that allows you to change your boring and mundane daily life as you wish and realize your ideals.

He couldn't stop there now. By using that power, he can go higher. That desire drove "Sky Goldfish".

Besides, he wasn't the one doing it. The other party does not know his identity or his name. The secret of "Jungle" is amazing, and he doesn't think it's searched for unless there's a very good reason.

After taking a deep breath, "Sky Goldfish" appeared at the scrambled intersection.

Almost at the same time, a bicycle approached him.

A young blond man with a quizzical expression, aware that the eyes behind the sunglasses were staring at him, "Sky Goldfish'' swallowed again.

An N-Rank player by the name of "Emerald" skillfully caught the thrown luggage and made the bike work as it was.

Everything was going according to plan. He has spent a lot of points preparing that package, but if he succeeds, he will get more than enough points to make up for it. The rewards for completing large-scale quests that have been announced for a long time were delicious.

The heavy users of "Jungle" are probably all participating. With that many points, you can use your psychic powers to fulfill your wishes, or even rise to a higher rank. Everyone was desperate and looking for that opportunity.

And he would be the first to seize that opportunity.

"Emerald" whispered as mounted his bike.

"Activate "Disguise"."

In an instant, a mask covered the face of "Emerald". The dark green flickering mechanical mask is used primarily by "Jungle" users for criminal purposes. You can hide your face and voice from it, and as a head-mounted display, you can instantly retrieve the information you need.

The screen was now focused on the mission objective.

Yatogami Kuro. Commonly known as "Black Dog".

One of the main objectives of this large-scale mission.

"Kuh, hihihi!"

Inside the mask, "Emerald" laughed. He is not going to settle for killing the Black Dog. He will use those points to become even stronger. And if all other large-scale missions are successful, even high ranks will be within reach.

Like "Beauty☆Angel" and "Five". Everyone will mention the name "Emerald", yearn for it and want to be like that.

While dreaming of a bright future, "Emerald" threw the luggage in his hand towards the Black Dog.

++++++++++

It was Neko who caught the stuffed animal.

The two of them suddenly stopped and looked at him. It was a stuffed animal that looked like a misshapen parrot. There was no reason for him to receive such a thing. That's why Kuro thought that the stuffed animal was just a lost item.

"Hey!"

He stopped it, but the person who threw it just raised his hand and ran away.

Feeling a slight sense of incongruity, Kuro frowned.

That man's face wore something resembling a mask. Sure, that...

"Hmm? You can't eat this, right?"

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Abby x pregnant fem reader

Cw: angst, labor and delivery

Summary: You find your water breaking in the midst of an attempted scars raid, no one is around to help.

Part 1

The stairs were daunting as you eyed them, you panted as you leaned against the wall for support. Your water had broken only moments ago and this baby was ready to make its way out of your uterus and fast. Abby wasn’t around due to her having a field mission and Manny had seemingly being selected on the same group. The whole floor was empty as you navigated your way door to door to get help. Your walkie wasn’t event working to contact the hospital wing to come get your ass. So now that left you to hobble to the wing yourself, the prepared backpack on your back as clutched the railing taking your first critical steps.

“God! Please don’t let me fall..” you whisper step after step trying to keep your breathing steady between contractions. They were still far apart which means you had some time..not a lot but some. Step after step you made your way further to the main floor and out the door. You wobbled across the trail to the hospital wing in the distance still finding no other human in your path that could assist you. Where the hell was everyone? Had you missed something? You didn’t even get to think twice about it as a contraction suddenly hit you, gasping out in pain. Pressing your thighs together to keep the baby from pooling from between your legs you grip your back a staggering breath leaving your lips. “H-hold on little one..please. I don’t want to give birth to you on the ground..” you grumble as you take a small breath to keep walking the pain dull but never leaving.

No matter how fast your hobbled you felt like you wouldn’t make it. You were passing by the main gate when you heard heavy booted feet and gun fire someone outside the gate. Swiveling your head you saw Manny. “Mannny!” You called as he dashed past but nearly broke his ankle coming to a halt at the sound of his name. “Mija? Y/n! What are you doing out? The scars are trying to get in through the back gates! It’s not safe.” Manny explained coming to your aid quickly. “Manny..Ah!-“ you Yelp as you hold his shoulder to keep up on your feet. Another contraction rolled through your body, stronger and longer than the last. “What? Is the baby?” He questioned as his brown eyes showed so much worry. “It’s coming! I need you to get me to the hospital wing..pronto!” You managed to choke out as he seemed more panicked than he had been running past you. “Eh loca! Okay okay.” He said as your nails dug into his shoulder.

He didn’t wanted to leave you but he always didn’t want to leave the others alone to fight the scars. He knew abby would kill him if he found out he’d left you alone to come back and help them. Manny guided you to the hospital wing, helping you steady your breathing and pain through your contractions. You had barely stepped foot inside when his walkie went off. “Manny what the fuck! You better be dead because If not you are when I get my hands on you! Leaving us like that!” The voice belong to your beloved Abby. From the sounds of it, she wasn’t injured but she was always good at masking her pain. “Abby. It’s y/n, she’s going into labor. Get your ass to the med wing now Chica.” Manny responded not even worried about her threats currently. There was static like she was going to say something but didn’t, Manny brought you to a room where a nurse was sitting with a Solider who was armed at the ready.

They all prepped you for labor fairly quickly. You were glad because you couldn’t hold back the urge to push anymore. You were crying because you were scared, and you really wanted Abby to be here. Manny looked like he might faint as he held your right hand, the nurse between your legs and the Solider aimed at the door to take down any scar intruders. “On three. You bear down and push as hard as you can.” The nurse instructed. Everything was a daze as you felt another contraction..you felt like you needed to poop all of a sudden. You couldn’t! That would be so embarrassing when this was all said and done. “One..two..three.” The nurse counted before you let out a scream of pure agony as you began to push with everything you had. “Good! Your doing great! Keep breathing.” She chirped. “Jesus..Manny! Where’s Abby?” You whines as you clutched his hand. Manny seemed to be having his own baby, face red and sweaty. Maybe because you had been breaking his hand during your first push. “Stand down. It’s Abby and Mel.” You heard Abby instruct the Solider who did as he was told. Abby was at your side immediately while Mel quickly stepped in to help the nurse. “Hey sweetheart.” Abby cooed taking your other hand and pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Hi honey.” You greeted but whimper as you felt the urge to push again, the nurse gave the okay and your were pushing half your guts along with a baby. The room was spinning and you felt lightheaded as the nurse needed one more big push. “I see a head! Give us one more big push for us Y/n!” Mel urged. “I can’t..” you breathed. You chest heaving as you tried to stabilize your uneven breaths. “You can. You can do it baby. You’re almost there. You’ve done so good so far just the final stretch. Those nine months for what? You can do it, it’s the eviction day.” Abby encouraged as she squeezed your hand placing light kisses to your flushed cheek and temple. Eviction day! Hell yeah. You took a steady breath before bearing down once more, another scream ripped from your throat as you pushed this final time. Your cries mixed with the sounds of a sweet babies and you couldn’t help but sob in relief. You were exhausted, immediately wanting to just close your eyes.

“Hey don’t close those eyes..you have a beautiful baby here.” The nurse said shaking your vitals as Mel cleaned the baby quickly before giggling. “What is it?” You asked releasing manny, who wiggling his fingers do make sure the blood could get back in them from your death grip. “It’s a baby boy..” Mel said handing him to you. His crying has subsided but yours had not, the small baby cooed in your arms as you looked toward a teary Abby. “So proud of you..” she whispered kissing you gently. “Hey! We came as soon as we heard!” John said bursting into the room followed by riko her eyes soft. “You gotta name him.” Mel said holding a clipboard, you looked toward Abby. She seemed to be thinking before she looked toward the sleeping child. “Clover..since he’s our special little guy.” The name didn’t need much explanation in your eyes it was perfect. You quickly pressed a kiss to the newborn’s head of curly hair before you motioned Riko and John closer. “This is your son clover.” You whisper. There were so many emotions going though you that all that could come out is tears. “He’s beautiful.” John hummed as he carefully lifted him from your arms. Riko was immediately holding Clover, her tears never ending. You felt distant from the child now that he had been removed from your arms, your smiled faded as the parents exited the room while they finished cleaning you up. “Thank you manny, Mel, everyone if you guys weren’t here I think I’d lose it.” You said as to watched them leave the room, the nurse giving you some pain meds and seeing if she could find the actually lead of the hospital wing. Her knowledge only went so far. “How do you feel?” Abby asked gently as she removed her backpack sitting it by the bed as she maneuvered to the edge of the bed to hold your hand.

“I feel so many things—I’m relieved, happy, sad, absolutely exhausted.” You explained earning a laugh from Abby at being exhausted. Abby’s thumb rolling over her knuckles was a simple gesture but it brought so much comfort to you. “I’m envious Abs..” you said peeking at the closed door. Abby looked confused at this confession, her head turning in the direction of your gaze. “About what baby?” She questioned as she brought your hand to her lips. “They have him..I want him.” You cried as she frowned. “I’m sure they will let you come visit or even let you watch him some days honey. We can’t keep him y/n that’s not what we signed up for.” Abby explained as she tried to ease your pain. “So what? I carried him for nine months I gave birth to him that’s my boy!” You snapped in frustration. Abby grimaced at the anger in your tone but also at how loud you were being. “I understand sweet pea but..you gave them a gift no one else would give. It wouldn’t be right to take that gift away, not something like this. You’re stressed and overwhelmed, rest and we can talk more when you wake up.” Abby finalized.

Your eyes drifted to the door seeing John and riko swooned by their child but it hurt to see them like that and you really didn’t know why.

[zzzallnite]

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- The Extraction -

“Room service!” I knock on the door of the suite room. After a few seconds, a man opens the door and let me push the cart in. Inside, the room is lit with warm yellow light and simply decorated with a few pieces of rather unknown painters. The middle-aged guest signs to me to put the cart next to his bed, while he loosens his dress shirt down to the third button and leaves the unfastened necktie hanging on his shoulders. He loudly continues his conversation on the phone in a foreign language out in the balcony, assuming that I don’t understand anything. But in fact I do: he is talking about a delivery of a new biometric scanner to a governmental building in Vienna. I quickly take a glance at the man’s wallet on the coffee table when he’s still busy yelling at the one on the other side of the line with a funny accent outside the balcony. “PATRICK MUELLER. Head of Research and Development. AXIUS GmbH.”

Mr. Mueller hangs up on the phone and gets inside, expecting me to already leave. But I’ve got a surprise for him: I was waiting for him to enter the room and before he notices anything, I quickly put him in a headlock. “Arrrgh...Was...ist...los...? Arrghh...” He tries to pull by arm away from squeezing his carotid artery that pumping oxygen-rich blood to his brain, allowing the man, or any other person for that matter, to stay conscious. But his effort is all in vain as I have been practice this move a thousand times already. He succumbs to the sleeper and goes limp in seconds; before he passes out, the man lets out a faint “hrrrghh” pur like a kitten, which I find rather amusing. But there’s no time, I have other business to deal with. I immediately squirt a potent central depressant disguised in the form of a nasal spray; the drug was created by our genius engineers, who claimed the effect would be instant and the receiver wouldn’t recall anything, which may come in handy as I don’t want him to remember my face nor this encounter. I wait for 10 seconds... 20 seconds... 30 seconds... Mr. Mueller’s mouth slightly opens to take in some fresh oxygen for his brain, which was momentarily cut of just a minute ago, but his thin salt and pepper hair is still resting still on my chest, as he remains soundly asleep. Knowing that the sedative has done its magic, I drag the man by his armpits to his bed and lay him on his back.

“Target’s acquired,” I say to my communicator, “Proceed for next steps.”

“It’s about time!”, my partner answers back while she gives me the instruction of what to do. The cart I brought in earlier was just the cover for our little gadgets for this extraction mission. “Okay, first we need his fingerprints. Lay his right hand on the tablet; it will send the data to our field agent in Munich.”

“Next, I’ll need you to use the scanner on both of his irises at the same time.”

I try to lift both of his eyelids on one hand and hold the hand-held device that resembles a barcode scanner with the other. The man’s body twitches a little as the laser sweep across his eyes; I hold my breath for a second and let out a sigh of relief when I realize that he’s still out for the count.

“Here comes the trickiest part: voice recognition. But don’t worry; we’ve got just the right toy for it!”

“What the hell?”, I mumble to myself while looking at the unbelievably strange-looking device that looks like a shock collar and ball gag.  I could hear my partner giggling while she instructs me on how to use it. The collar acts as a the larynx stimulator, which send an electrical zap to activate the vocal muscles and the gag is a microphone to record to sound coming out of it. All I need to do is to cause his diaphragm to contract so the air in his lungs could come out, by punching it at the right place, which wouldn’t be a problem for me. “What if he wakes up?” I tell my partner, and she reassures me that if the knockout spray works fine then there won’t be an issue, but poor Patrick may have an unexplained stomach pain tomorrow. I open his shirt all the way to his belly button and proceed to gut punch the man; he lets out a faint “hurgh” noise as my fist contacts his solar plexus. I swear I could hear a snort on the other side of the communicator.

“His name has two syllables; you need to do it twice, consecutively.” I follow the direction and gut punch the still unconscious man two more times. Now I can clearly hear multiple people howling next to my ear. “Ok thanks for the effort, but we already has his voice recording from the reception!”, my partner says while trying to contain her laughter.

“What are you doing that for?”, I grind my teeth.

“Well, just because we are on a mission doesn’t mean we can pull a prank on our coworkers at the same time. Besides, the man won’t realize a thing. We already had the necessary data so you can retreat now. Unless, of course, you want to spend some sexy time with Mr. Mueller.”

I have to admit, I am aroused by his whole look right now: silver fox, curly chest hair, disheveled business attire, out cold and vulnerable. But his attitude earlier on the phone just slightly turns me off, and also I can see a ring on his finger – he’s married, although probably very unhappily, I still don’t want to be a home wrecker. I only do one last favor by taking a pic of Mueller’s junk for my girl back at the office, but a limp one doesn’t make any sense. I awkwardly put the shock collar around his penis and scrotum and zap it until his soft puppy turns rock hard.

A solid 7 inches... Maybe Patrick was happily married after all...

I undress the unconscious man, leaving only his brief and dress socks on, and put him in a silk robe, so that he could doze off the drug comfortably until morning, as a thank you for his cooperation. I pull out the cart out of the room, turn off the light and make a smooth escape, for another mission well-done.

[dustedmagazine]

Elena Setién — Moonlit Reveries (Thrill Jockey)

Photo by Pablo Axpe

Elena Setién’s soft, eerie songs blend folk and jazz, pop and torch music in shivering nocturnal trance-states that haunt the space they live in. She has not, up to now, been much concerned with rhythm or propulsion — hers are not generally songs that make you want to move — but that all changed when she decided to collaborate with Wilco percussionist Glenn Kotche.

The two met when Kotche toured Spain with Wilco in 2022 and soon began conspiring to splice Kotche’s beats to Setién’s witchy melodies. Kotche’s A Beat a Week drum instruction manual served as a jumping off point. Setién constructed “Surfacing” and “Arrival” atop percussive patterns from the book. The process turned collaborative with Setién sending her ideas off to Kotche, him altering or embellishing them and sending them back. The idea of beats filtered into the other instrumentation as well. Setién’s guitar playing, while quiet, has a sharp rhythmic edge. One track, “Pintado II” grew out of Kotche’s On Fillmore project; it emerges as an intricate mesh of tonal percussion and Setién’s narcotic voice.

These are two very different artists who converge without compromising. The music exists in a neutral area that is distinct from either player’s comfort zone. “Asking” for instance, lets fly a rambunctious spray of percussion, a bit that rattles and clatters and intermittently explodes, rampaging all over the kit in a repeating pattern. It runs under the whole song, an ongoing undercurrent of punch and aggression that transforms Setién’s fluid melody, giving it urgency and fire. A cacophony of mallet play — xylophone, vibraphone, marimba, something like that — cascades in like splinters of multi-colored glass. The tune is sharper, more insistent than it might otherwise have been.

The title track is subtler in the way it employs rhythm, framing a baroque folk fairy tale narrative in ghostly motifs of harpsicord, guitar and glockenspiel. “When all our queens/Left wandering/They walked through fields/Through valleys deep,” croons Setién, in a fay, wondering way, amid glittering sonic architectures. Yet even the tracks where Kotche didn’t participate, especially “Coloured Lizards” have a syncopated swagger, a stop start guitar pattern anchoring Setién’s folk romantic delivery. She sounds a little like Josephine Foster on this one.

The idea of collaboration is to take you out of your own head, to prompt new ideas and approaches, and Moonlight Reveries clearly accomplishes that. This album won’t shock or alienate longtime fans of Setién��it’s not that far from what she was doing in Unfamiliar Minds—but it does extend the idea of what this songwriter is capable of. Bravo for that and for the risk worth taking.

Jennifer Kelly

[jinanreona]

@muraenide​ sent:

"Azul instructed me to bring flowers." His eyes glaze over the Savanaclaw Housewarden on the infirmary's bed, holding a vase full of butterfly peas in his hand. He'd arranged the bouquet he's brought in them while Leona was taking his nap. Now, he moves to the side of his bed and places it upon the little cabinet on the side before drawing up a chair to take a seat.

"You look well," He smiles, "I assume you're recovering rather swiftly from the overblot."

Since those tumultuous events, Leona's motivations to remain in Night Raven had gone quite viral on Magicam. Jade, of course, never falls too far behind when it comes to being informed. Before all this, he was not aware that Leona had a brother, nor did he know that Leona was a prince.

"It's best not to overestimate our capabilities and give in to desires too quickly. We might succumb to regret once we realise that mistakes done on a whim cannot be undone." A word of advice, though Jade will never say that it is. "Even Floyd and I sometimes have our own rough patches, but were anyone to hurt him, I'll kill them."

After the fiasco that was the Magift Tournament, he’d been left with little to do as he recovered, restricted to his usual chessboard that had yet to become dull to him. Just as he was about to make his next move with a white rook, he hears approaching footsteps, not bothering to hide a sigh when he hears the person open the door to his room. “Wh-,” he starts as he looks over, only to quirk a brow when he catches sight of the lone Octavinelle student. Ah, Azul’s vice housewarden. Why was he here?

The presented flowers catch his attention, lacking any strong scent that would normally upset his sensitive nose. A kindness, though one he doesn’t trust given the source of the gift from the shadiest of the dorms. He doesn’t make his hesitation evident though, merely offering a casual smile. “Pretty generous of Azul, but not necessary. We made our deal. He hoping for another one?,” he questions, though doesn’t expect an answer, even as the other settles in a chair next to him.

The words he’s offered instead only made him wish the guy had stuck to merely leaving the flowers and ditching. The advice wasn’t lost to him, though stubbornness kept him from clinging to the words beyond their delivery. What would the boy know about chasing desire and drowning in regret? Every decision he’d made up to this point had been on purpose. He’d taken a risk and failed, but if the other expected him to regret any of it, he’d be waiting as long as the others were waiting for an apology from him.

His gaze narrows as the amused smile wanes, but he doesn’t plan to say anything in response. At least not until the other concludes his statement, the mention of his bond with his brother grazing a nerve. Ah, so that’s what this was about. Another person to try and tell him how he should get along with his dear, older brother.

Were anyone to hurt him, I’ll kill them.

Would he? He doesn’t know Jade well enough to measure the validity of that statement, though the steady, cold look from mismatched eyes seems to suggest his words hold some truth in this moment.

It wouldn’t surprise him if the other would commit to it though. He’d seen the pair together most of the time especially on the Magift field. So different yet able to work together and get along just fine, despite the odd mood swings from Floyd. He couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been curious about their dynamic, so rare for him to witness siblings interacting with each other so willingly. Was it perhaps that they were twins and were merely used to each other, not weighed down by the stretch of years to divide them? Perhaps...

Was he jealous? No. Though he was curious what it would be like for a simple spat to snowball into more than just a day or two apart. What would the eels’s lives be like if one or both had had enough of each other? Would the other’s words, so certainly shared with the beastman now, waver and fester into something negative or dark in the near future?

“...” He scoffs at the comment, weak but no less bitter to illustrate just how repulsed it makes him all feel. “Aw, isn’t that sweet~ So much brotherly love, it makes me sick,” he rolls his eyes, shutting them briefly before deterring his gaze to the chessboard once more. “Don’t come in here trying to lecture a guy you barely know. Neither of us are like you or your brother...” He trails off for a moment, feigning like he’s focusing on his board, though his mind comes up blank on what his next move should be.

“You made your delivery. You can go now.”

-

It isn’t until Jade is gone that he lets his guard drop once more, his gaze finding its way back to the vase left behind. The purple flowers were in full bloom, clearly having been freshly picked. He reaches for the arrangement, though rather than touch the flowers, instead his finger settles on the rim of the vase. Slowly, he begins to tip it over, a few of the smaller flowers toppling out with stray water droplets that spilled from the precarious angle. The vase balances delicately over the edge of the cabinet, his sharp nail the only thing keeping them safe as it rasps irritably along the glass before the vase finally slips free. He watches it silently, ears subtly folding back at the loud shatter of glass as petals, water, and shards of glass now litter the ancient wood floor.

Good riddance

A nurse ghost instantly appears, shocked at the mess that had been made. Leona merely shrugs at the confused and concerned look, his gaze returning towards the ceiling. He needed to get out of here...

[wedesignyouny]

GAMBLING WINNINGS: Owing taxes is a sure bet

GAMBLING WINNINGS: Owing taxes is a sure bet

Jonny Xavier is a typical twenty-year-old dude who lives with his parents in Long Island, NY. Living at home provides him with the ability to save money so that one day he will be a homeowner. He is working full-time at the Amazon fulfillment center where he oversees picking and packaging orders before they are sent out for delivery across the island. Jonny also works for extra money on the weekends with Amazon Flex, which allows him to use his own car to make deliveries of Amazon packages. With consistent work ethic and diligence, there is little doubt that one day Jonny will have enough money saved to purchase a home and start a family of his own.

Life cannot be all work and no play. Jonny was an all-state football player in high school and still has a passion for sports. He missed the “high” of playing in big games; however, he has recently experienced a similar feeling when his buddies introduced him to online sports betting. DraftKings and FanDuel are the most prominent online sports books in New York. For Jonny, DraftKings is where he finds his best luck, even though the online forum has proven to be no different than a casino where the “house” always wins. Even so, the first time he tried online sports betting he had tremendously good fortune. If one can even imagine, Jonny placed a six- leg parlay on a Monday Night Football game between his favorite team the New York Giants and the New England Patriots. According to betting instructions, if the game has six scores between the two teams, and Jonny can pick the exact six players who will score in the game, he will hit on his parlay and win himself $250,000 on his $250 ante. Being the die-hard Giants fan that he is, Jonny predicts there will be six scores and that his team will have all of them. The bet is in, and Jonny has butterflies in his stomach before kick-off.

Three hours later Jonny and his friends are having one of the most exhilarating nights of their young lives. Unbelievably, he has clairvoyantly picked the exact players who combined on the six New York Giants scores. Specifically, there were five touchdowns and one field goal that made Jonny’s dreams come true and gave the Giants a 38-0 win over the Patriots. While his friends won on some smaller bets, Jonny pulled off a remarkable feat in completing his parlay, thus being the winner of $250,000. The payment was given to Jonny through a check disbursement from DraftKings in the amount of $190,000. There was an automatic federal tax withholding of 24% which equaled $60,000 in Federal Taxes. Jonny knows exactly what he will do with his winnings. Now he will be able to pay for a four-year degree from college and better his chances of earning potential over the course of his life. He has never been more certain that he will become a homeowner.

Being at the ripe age of twenty years old, Jonny has very little experience when it comes to filing his taxes. In January of the following year, he received his W-2 from the fulfillment center and was also sent a 1099 Form to submit as an independent contractor because of his work role with Amazon Flex. The year finished with a bang and Jonny had much to celebrate and look forward to in the new year to come. X’s and O’s come naturally to Jon Xavier; alternatively, when it comes to taxes, Jonny is somewhat naive and underestimating. From his perspective, he has already paid his taxes when they withheld 24% of his $250,000 winning check. He remembers the total amount he received was $190,000. Sixty thousand dollars were taken right off the top, but he paid his dues and finds no reason to list his gambling winnings on last year’s tax return. He had received a W-2G from DraftKings in the mail but thought nothing of it and threw it away. He used his W-2 from Amazon, along with the 1099 Form and submitted his taxes using Turbo Tax software.

When the Fourth of July came around that year Jonny was driving a brand-new Mercedes Benz, He could not resist the urge for a brand-new car, so he splurged on the $75,000 “Benz”. The rest of the money from his winnings was spent on a four-year degree from Stony Brook College on Long Island. Stony Brook offered Jonny a four-year degree for $80,000 if he paid up front. It was a discount of almost $40,000. Accordingly, Mr. & Mrs. Xavier recommended to their son that was a good deal and Jonny took the advice. He was on top of the world, driving around in his dream car while waiting to attend college in the fall. He surely was a lucky guy.

However, as they say, “All good things must come to an end.” Jonny was very troubled when he received a notice from the New York State Tax & Finance Department stating that he owed taxes in the amount of $27,500. He was in shock! How could this be? Jonny showed it to his parents immediately to make sense of this huge tax bill. Mr. Xavier took a closer look at the notice and realized it was from the unreported gambling winnings last year. The New York State Department of Tax & Finance received the same W-2G from DraftKings and cross-referenced that with Jonny Xavier’s tax return. They knew he did not pay taxes for the State of New York. Furthermore, New York has one of the highest gambling tax rates in the country at 10.9%. This was a huge problem for Jonny, and he worried what might happen to him now. Will they take his car?

Always looking out for the best interest of her son, Mrs. Xavier knew there was a place her family could go for legal advice on this matter. The Law Office of Ronald D. Weiss, P.C. has helped many people navigate the rough waters dealing with The New York State of Taxation & Finance. Jonny was able to tell his story during a free consultation with experienced staff and attorneys, who specialize in IRS taxes alongside New York State taxes. Upon leaving The Law Office of Ronald D. Weiss, P.C., Jonny felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was very optimistic that for a very reasonable fee he could utilize the firm to find a resolution to this matter. Ultimately, The Law Office of Ronald D. Weiss, P.C. was able to negotiate with the NYS Department of Taxation and place Jonny into an Installment Agreement. Under the agreement, he will make affordable monthly payments until his tax bill is paid. Jonny is grateful for the team at Ronald Weiss and has learned two major lessons. First, he learned to report all income on his tax returns or there can be real consequences. Secondly, if he or any of his friends experience this type of issue in the future, they know that The Law Office of Ronald D. Weiss, P.C. will be diligent advocates for their clients and fight for the best possible resolution to their specific tax matters.

[nursing-blogs]

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[bstu]

Hello! Firstly - thank you for all of your mods, they’re quite unique and I really enjoy them!

I have a modding question and I am hoping you could help.

I want to create a mod that disables the Buy Groceries interaction on phones, i.e. it would not appear in the pie menu. The aim is that my sims would go to a community lot to buy groceries, and I want to remove it from the pie menu so that I don’t accidentally do it over the phone. Would you know how to do this / be able to provide instructions? I have basic SimPE experience.

Thanks in advance!

Hey, sorry for the late reply - I'm happy to hear you enjoy my stuff! Info on how to make interactions not show up in Pie Menus under the cut.

Step One: Finding the resources to edit.

I use two methods to acquire the resources I need when modding. We will examine one in detail first, which is quicker and assumes you know what object you wish to edit. Firstly you need to navigate to the Object Workshop.

You will set the Workshop to 'Clone' with all of the boxes unchecked. This creates an override of your object.

Here is the TTAB Resource of the Basegame wall phone. Something is amiss.

Make a note of the Instance Number of the TTAB resource.

Navigate to the OBJD and move to the ‘Interaction Table ID’ row in the ‘Resource Cross-Refs’ section in the Raw Data tab. We can see the this object references Interaction Table ID 0x1. We can conclude that the object draws its Pie Menu options from its semiglobal group.

Navigate to the fun-to-say-aloud GLOB resource. Copy the number there (0x7FB208FA PhoneGlobals). You will then run the number through the Object Workshop as previously, using the ‘Open By Group ID’ option. This will essentially pull all the resources in that semiglobal group for you to edit. You may discard your previously extracted resources.

And voila! We have our resources ripe for modding.

Here is the alternative way of achieving the same result, albeit slower. Using the Simantics Resource Finder you can find your desired resources from in-game text. I will now present two methods of preventing an interaction from showing up in a Pie Menu.

Method A: Editing The TTAB (discouraged)

The TTAB is a resource that represents the in-game Pie Menu. It ties together BHAVs and the TTA resource together to create interactions. For the majority of cases, all that’s required to make an option not appear in a Pie Menu is as follows:

Ensure the Guardian BHAV field is set to Global BHAV 0x0109 ‘’Hide Menu’’. Secondly, You may wish to edit the Autonomy field. If the Autonomy is 0x32, you will need to set it to 0x64. If it was 0x32, the interaction would not show up, but Sims would still be able to choose it. This may cause problems (see below) - Pros of this method: - Cheap and easy - No need to edit BHAVs - Cons of this method: - Multiple TTABs may need to be edited across objects. - Overhauling an entire TTAB for the purpose of one interaction. - Some interactions are supplied information by their Guardian BHAVs. If you change the Guardian BHAV without e.g. disabling autonomy, it may produce unpredictable results - best avoided. - This method does not work for interactions which are built like a plug-in. This is technical, but it is relevant for this example. I chose to discuss this method for completeness, because it is nonetheless a useful technique to be aware of. You may have noticed however that there is no option to ‘Call.../Delivery’. This is because the Phone builds its menu dynamically using other objects on the lot. Disabling the Call interaction would disable every single one! This leads us to. . .

Method B: Editing A Guardian BHAV (encouraged)

I've taken the liberty of interpreting the phone BHAVs. Ordinarily you could simply determine the BHAV you need by viewing the TTAB and editing the BHAV listed in the Guardian BHAV field. When an object builds its menu dynamically, more effort to study the object is necessitated. For the purposes of this tutorial, you will be editing BHAV instance 0x100B ‘CT - Phone Call Available?’ in group 0x7FCE7D80. Using techniques previously discussed, you should be able to extract this BHAV easily.

Simply change the last node to return False instead of True. This will prevent the Pie Menu Option from appearing. (Also, if you meant that you only wanted to disable groceries, but keep the other two delivery options - the group you need is 0x7FF3993D, same BHAV). A Guardian BHAV, upon returning true, allows its associated TTA string to appear in the Pie Menu. When changed to return false, it will be prevented from doing so. The classic example of this is the Guardian BHAV of a urinal being dependant on the sex of a Sim. - Pros of this method: - Less likely to conflict - More stable - Cons of this method: - Requires interpretation of BHAVs By the way, for those wishing to make interactions unseeable to the player, BUT available autonomously for Sims: Param0 generally contains information regarding autonomy (1 for autonomous, 0 for not). What this means is that you can use a simple Expression (Param0 == Literal 0x1?) to determine if the Sim is choosing this action autonomously, and if so, return True instead. This is another advantage afforded by this method.

The Final Step (For Both Methods)

Simply delete all unneeded resources, keeping only either the TTAB or your edited Guardian BHAV, and ‘Save As...’ to a .package. Now is the time to take it for a test drive and see if all works as intended! I hope this guide was comprehendable. Please feel free to follow up with any questions or anything I could further clarify. Best of luck with your modding efforts!

[mf1346]

Week 6

Due Date: 9/25/23

Articles: 

Fisher, et. al. (2020), Chapter 1, "Defining Balance, Finding Balance"

Fisher, et. al. (2020), Chapter 7, "Independent Reading:

Practicing, Applying, and Extending Learning"

Big Take away 1: Balanced literacy learning requires maintaining equilibrium across reading, writing, speaking, listening, and viewing, making sure that students have access to instruction in foundational skills (phonics, fluency) and vocabulary and comprehension. As well as varying instructional delivery modes; direct, dialogic, and independent.

Big take away 2: The goal of reading instruction is to ensure that students become independent readers and research shows struggling readers spend more time doing activities about reading. 

Nugget for article 1: The terms constrained skills (once they have been mastered, there is no room for additional growth) and unconstrained skills (these are continued to develop across our lifetimes.  

Nugget for article 2: One rule I learned is that students should not make more than 3-5 errors every 100 words when reading independently.

Paragraph: For my activity I decided to document my initial response to what I read. I considered how the ideas you read about made you feel and what they made you think about. - I wrote for independent reading. I really connected to this article while I was reading it so it just made sense for me to document my initial response to the article. So I just wrote down my thoughts to the main things that reminded me of school or just was interesting to me. Which also helped me to determine the main ideas and my nuggets of things I learned. It was pretty to just write all my thoughts out and then organize them into a paragraph. It reminded me of when we had to talk to the text in elementary school but it was nice to be able to just write my thoughts and not have guidelines like we did in upper elementary school. This activity helped me better comprehend what you read and deepen your mastery of course content by helping me connect to the article in a personal way, through this I was able to deepen my understanding because I related it to my experience in elementary school and the experiences I have had in field so far. 

Multimedia: Initial thoughts: This article is reminding me of my elementary school years and learning how to read. Talking about little reading book bags I can remember doing this in elementary school and our books in our bags had to do with whatever reading intervention group we were in. This also reminds me of being in the classroom because in the second half of my sophomore year the teacher I had had book bags in the back of the kids chairs, however it was the same book. She also had them silently read to their stuffed bears that they had at school. During the time that they would read to the Bears is when we would go around just like Mrs Ross in the article and check their reading comprehension and their reading skills. As for selecting the right book, I do not recall ever learning this in school, it was more just like “oh you pick books with a green circle and sally picks blue” So in my classroom I want to make sure that I help my students properly learn how to select a book for themselves. In elementary school we had “reading conferences” but they were not called that. I can remember doing all of those “tests” with my teachers and them writing down everything. When I was little I was super shy and did not talk so I know that this was probably hard for my teachers to deal with but they never got angry at me (that I know of.)