#wedding card for son and daughter in law

[penkura]

First Mother's Day

Note: I decided to do a special post in what is now my OP Men as Dads series, and do a Mother's Day headcanon/blurb post. I understand this day can be rough for some, but I hope that whether you celebrate or not, whether your mom is in your life or not, that you have a lovely day otherwise and if this isn't your cup of tea, I hope there's something else that can entertain you today. <3

If you'd like my thoughts on other OP men as dads (Shanks, Kid, Usopp, etc.), please just ask and I'll give an answer! I'll include Luffy in this despite my viewing him as a son or brother, but it probably won't be x Reader based. Requests are being worked on as well.

I am using baby Ace image to break up this and the actual content from now on lol. He's just so cute. 🥺

Ace is going to go all out for your first Mother’s Day. He’s buying flowers, candies, and cards, all from him and your daughter. Even if you tell him you don’t want anything except a quiet day at home with the two of them, he’s buying you gifts.

He’ll likely buy you a bracelet with your daughter’s name on it, or maybe a charm bracelet with her birthstone, so you can add any more in the future if/when you have more children. Ace will try to make you breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the bacon to the point your smoke alarm goes off, and you have to open all the windows to air out the house the rest of the day (at least it’s a nice day out). He orders out breakfast from a nearby diner to make sure you have something that morning, he’ll even try to take your daughter out for a walk or to Luffy and Sabo’s place for the day to give you a break, but you insist on going along.

“You should have the day off though!”

“Ace, I don’t want a day off. Rogue is only three month’s old, and I’d much rather spend the day with you and her than alone. That’s not a fun Mother’s Day to me.”

The three of you end up at Luffy and Sabo’s place, the two uncles absolutely adoring their niece as she coos and lets them hold her without any crying or fussing. When you get home later that night, Ace watches you get Rogue ready for bed. He knew from the start that you would be a great mother, and sometimes, he just wishes his own mother was around to see it, and to meet her granddaughter.

~~

Law has a plan that gets thrown off when your son decides to be born a week earlier than expected, on Mother’s Day itself. He still tries to do something for you, even though the original plan of taking you out for brunch and giving you a quiet day at home while you waited for your baby to be born was now out the window. He should’ve known, ever since he met Luffy all his plans go haywire at some point. At least it led to you two meeting eventually.

Once you’ve gone to sleep and your son Rosi is in the nursery at the hospital, Law slips out to quickly put something together. He has a gift for you, a mother’s ring that will fit into your wedding band, he just needs flowers, or chocolate, or something to add to it. He doesn’t really like to be cliché, but he ends up with flowers, at least they’re something pretty you can have in your hospital room and when you’re released to take your baby boy home.

The girl in the hospital gift shops tells him he looks happy, even if Law doesn’t really show it. She swears it’s just something in the way he speaks while he asks her to pull together a small bouquet for you. He is happy, beyond that actually, knowing you two have a son, you both are healthy and safe. He has a family again, his very own. The flowers and ring aren’t enough to convey his gratitude to you for giving him a family to call his own, but it’s a start. There will be plenty more times for him to do so in the future.

When Law gets back to your room, you’re awake again and in the middle of nursing your son, a nurse helping you when you need it. She notices the flowers he’s brought and leaves you both with a smile, saying she’ll come back in a few minutes.

“Where’d you get off to?”

“Had to get something,” Law comes over and presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

~~

Penguin has thought of what to do every day since your daughter Wren was born. He’s come up with multiple ways to celebrate your first Mother’s Day, but nothing seems just right to him. He’s thought of brunch, breakfast in bed, giving you a day out with your friends while he watches your daughter, or even a weekend trip away, leaving your baby with her grandparents, but nothing works out. Restaurants and diners he calls are all booked up already, you hate eating in bed because of crumbs, your friends all had plans either with their own mothers or their spouses and kids, and your own parents were out of town for the next two weeks.

He ends up with no real plans for the day and feels terrible about it as it approaches. Its going to be another normal Sunday for the three of you, he hates the idea of that because it’s your first Mother’s Day, it should be special, shouldn’t it?

When the day finally comes around, Penguin is up first, hearing Wren’s little babbles through the baby monitor, and going to pick her up. At nine-months-old she’s figured out how to stand up on her own, still no steps being taken by herself, but when she sees Penguin enter the nursery, she grins and starts bouncing up and down, holding the rail of her crib and shouting “da” over and over. It makes Penguin smile as he picks her up, kissing her chubby cheek which makes her squeal.

“Good morning, Wren! Let’s keep quiet, mommy’s still asleep, okay?”

“Da!”

He laughs a bit, lifting her up over his head to make her giggle again, as she reaches her little hands towards his face.

“You know…a great gift would be for you to say ‘mama’ for the first time, yeah?”

“Ma?”

“Yeah, you’re close! Now, just say ‘mama’.”

Wren sticks her tongue out while she tries to speak, Penguin helping her along for several minutes until she finally says something close to ‘mama’.

“Mm…ma.”

Penguin sighs a bit, but nods as he brings Wren down and kisses her cheek again, making her giggle as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You two sure have been having fun.”

Both look to you in the doorway, no shortage of smiles among the three of you, as Wren lights up and starts to reach for you, trying to say she wants you to hold her. You both take just a moment too long to get her to you, and it makes her fuss and kick her legs a bit.

“Ma…ma!”

You didn’t even get her in your arms, you and Penguin both freezing in place for a moment while Wren continues to fuss and whine, almost in tears since you haven’t held her yet.

“Mama!”

“I—”

“Her first word!!” You quickly take Wren from Penguin and hug her close, kissing her cheeks and forehead telling her how proud you are of your little girl. “This is the best Mother’s Day gift!”

At least that worked out, even if he didn’t have a plan in mind.

~~

Sanji wouldn’t have waited nearly a year to celebrate you as a mother if you hadn’t forced him to. With fraternal twins to now take care of and raise, you’ve both been through bouts of exhaustion and elation over the two babies you brought into the world. Sora and Angel, your precious blessings, were nearly a year old, and you’d already started planning a birthday party for them, completely ignoring the fact Mother’s Day was a few weeks prior to their turning one-year-old.

Sanji didn’t forget, he had a plan, one that included your twins scribbling away to make cards for you, though he didn’t expect the two to be so fussy about it and mark each other up more than the papers. He learned very quickly to not give babies or toddlers markers, unless they were washable. You still don’t fully realize how Sora ended up with a bright green mark over his right eye and Angel had a hot pink line down her left arm.

The rest was simple, breakfast in bed, made by your professional chef husband of course, and whatever else you wanted for the rest of the day. If you want to lay in bed and watch TV without interruption, he’d put your twins in the stroller and take them to the park. If you wanted to turn your phone off and sleep the day away, he’d take over and leave you alone until you needed anything. Whatever you want, it’s a day to celebrate you as the mother of his children, he wasn’t going to deny you anything.

But when you do tell him what you want, after finishing off breakfast, Sanji’s a bit surprised.

“Are you…sure?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod and try to keep Sora from grabbing the butter knife on the tray, making him whine while Angel slept in Sanji’s arms, “I want to spend the day with the three of you.”

“You…do that every day though, my love.”

“So?” smiling, you kiss the top of Sora’s head and watch Angel as she starts to stir awake, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands, “You guys are my family. I hate the idea of not being with the three of you today, so I’d rather just spend it like we always do.”

Sanji nods a bit, seeming to understand, greeting Angel when she wakes up fully with a kiss to the forehead. It makes you happy to watch him with both your children, but especially your daughter. How could he ever think you’d want to spend the day alone? Not when you had these two blessings as your children and Sanji as your husband.

“We could still take these two to the park later, maybe burn off some energy so they nap at a decent time.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, my love.”

~~

Zoro doesn’t even fully realize that its Mother’s Day until Nami says something to him. The past few weeks with your son have been exhausting for both of you, but he can’t believe he forgot that this was a thing. He has nothing planned and isn’t sure what to do. He’s running out of time, it’s literally just a few hours away before Nami offers to take you out for the day wherever the Sunny docks in the morning. Zoro will stay with your son on the ship, and you’ll get a day off from being a mom and wife, the two think it’s the best thing to give you on such short notice, though Nami does up the interest on his debt again for this.

You don’t even get to say good morning to your husband or son before Nami has dragged you off to whatever she has planned, its really just a normal girl’s day out with shopping and lunch. Most of what you buy isn’t even for you, it’s baby items that you need or clothes you think are adorable. It just ended up making you miss your son more as the day went on.

When you do get back to the ship, your son is wailing and no one has been able to calm him down, not even Zoro while he tries his hardest and lightly bounces your baby as he shushes him gently. As soon as you drop your bags you’re taking him from your husband and holding him close to calm him down.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, mommy’s here, Keitaro. I’m back.”

He slowly calms down once he realizes its you, burying his little face in your shoulder and keeping a tight grip on your shirt. When you ask Zoro what the deal was with Nami dragging you off the ship so early, before you even had the chance to hold Keitaro that day, he explains the situation and it just makes you tilt your head.

“…it’s Mother’s Day?”

You hadn’t even realized it. That just makes Zoro feel bad that it caused your son such distress, and he and Nami both apologize for not talking to you about it beforehand. They both assumed the other had discussed it with you. You didn’t really care to celebrate, all that mattered was being with your husband and son, the rest of your day spent with just the two of them.

Note 2: Out here dropping names like I didn't say I'd make a post about that at some point lol. So, the firstborns in order of character are Portgas D. Rogue, Trafalgar D. Rosinante (called Rosi cause it's too damn cute), Wren, Sora and Angel, and Roronoa Keitaro.

[girlactionfigure]

THURSDAY HERO: Princess Alice

Amazing story! Princess Alice was an unconventional royal who prioritized helping others over wealth and privilege. She devoted her life to good deeds and spiritual growth, and was notable among European royalty for taking Jews into her home during the Holocaust.

Princess Alice stood out for another reason: she was deaf from birth.

Born in 1885 at Windsor Castle, Alice was the great-granddaughter of Queen Victoria. She learned to lip read at a young age, and could speak several languages. Alice was widely regarded as the most beautiful princess in Europe.

At age 17, Alice fell in love with dashing Prince Andrew of Greece and they were married in 1903. Alice and Andrew had four daughters and a son. Their son Philip would later be married to Queen Elizabeth II. Alice communicated with her children mainly in sign language.

Political turmoil in Greece forced the royal family into exile. They settled in a sleepy suburb of Paris, where Alice threw herself into charitable work helping Greek refugees. Her husband left her for a life of gambling and debauchery in Monte Carlo.

Relying on the charity of wealthy relatives, Alice found strength in her Greek Orthodox faith. She became increasingly religious, and believed that she was receiving divine messages and had healing powers. She yearned to share her faith and mystical experiences with others, but instead was dismissed as mentally unhinged.

Alice had a nervous breakdown in 1930. She was committed against her will to a mental institution in Switzerland, with a dubious diagnosis of schizophrenia. Alice did not even get a chance to say goodbye to her children. Her youngest, 9 year old Philip, returned from a picnic to find his mother gone.

Alice tried desperately to leave the asylum, but was kept prisoner in Switzerland for 2 1/2 years. During that time, her beloved son Philip was sent to live with relatives, and her four daughters married German princes. Alice was not allowed to attend any of their weddings.

Finally, in 1932, Alice was released. She became a wanderer, traveling through Europe by herself, staying with relatives or at bed & breakfast inns. In 1935, Alice returned to Greece, where she lived alone in a modest two bedroom apartment and worked with the poor.

The Germans occupied Athens in April 1941. Alice devoted herself to relieving the tremendous suffering in her country. She worked for the Red Cross, organizing soup kitchens and creating shelters for orphaned children. Alice also started a nursing service to provide health care to the poorest Athenians.

In 1943, the Germans started deporting the Jews of Athens to concentration camps. Alice hid a Jewish widow, Rachel Cohen, and her children in her own apartment for over a year. Rachel’s late husband, Haimaki Cohen, was an advisor to King George I of Greece, and Alice considered it her solemn duty to save the remaining Cohen family.

Alice lived yards from Gestapo headquarters. When the Germans became suspicious of her and started asking questions, she used her deafness as an excuse not to answer them. Alice kept the Cohen family safe until Greece was liberated in 1944.

After the war, Alice founded her own religious order, the Christian Sisterhood of Martha and Mary, and became a nun. She built a convent and orphanage in a poverty-stricken part of Athens. Alice dressed in a nun’s habit consisting of a drab gray robe, white wimple, cord and rosary beads – but still enjoyed smoking and playing cards.

In 1967, after a Greek military coup, Alice finally returned to Great Britain. She lived at Buckingham Palace with her son Philip and daughter-in-law, Queen Elizabeth II.

Alice died in 1969. She owned no possessions, having given everything to the poor. Before she died, Alice expressed a desire to be buried at the Convent of Saint Mary Magdalene on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, but instead was laid to rest in the Royal Crypt in Windsor Castle.

In 1988, almost 20 years after she died, Alice’s dying wish was finally granted. Her remains were sent to Jerusalem, where she was buried on the Mount of Olives.

In 1994, Alice was honored by the Holocaust Memorial in Jerusalem (Yad Vashem) as Righteous Among The Nations. Her son Prince Philip said of his mother’s wartime heroism, “I suspect that it never occurred to her that her action was in any way special. She was a person with a deep religious faith, and she would have considered it to be a perfectly natural human reaction to fellow beings in distress.”

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[mingsolo]

yeosang x reader (f) / g: crime au, arranged marriage, angst, smut / wc: 6.5k / warnings: guns, blood mentions, descriptions of violence, minor character death, general 'mafia' and crime references, language, sexual content / r: 18+

another fic for another now defunct collab that i decided to write anyways! ps. sorry for the banner, i had a free editor and a dream :')

It's a beautiful Saturday. 

The bushes and trees glow with that yellowish green shade proper to late summer. The sun is warm and it makes everything shine with a golden hue. You glance quickly towards your mother, she really knows how to choose the right date for the right parties.

As you bring your champagne glass closer to your lips, not sipping on it yet, the sight of the handsome man coming down the patio stairs behind your mom grabs your attention. He’s greeting and smiling warmly to everyone who gets closer to congratulate him. 

Kang Yeosang, son of your father’s biggest and longest associate; soon to be one, if not— the most influential name of crime in South Korea.

And now, your husband.

“You can’t deny he knows how to look happy,” the voice of your younger brother interrupts your thoughts as he slides beside you, taking a champagne glass for himself from the waiter's tray as they pass by. “But you still think he is too...” Chan makes a pause reflecting on his words, “Soft?.” 

You remain silent, your upper lip still slightly pressed into your glass. Your eyes don't leave your husband for a moment. Now he’s talking amusedly with your, barely older than you — stepmother, smiling and petting the two pomeranians she refused to leave at home for the wedding. He carries them like babies, smiles at them as your father’s wife shamelessly strokes his shoulder and smiles widely at the act. He puts the little dogs back in the ground and the furry things sprint around his feet as if he was their owner. He laughs heartily at the cute scene and it can be heard through the whole party. His laugh was low but gentle, warm and contagious. 

“He does seem, maybe too nice...” Chan adds, before getting distracted by the giggles of his new girlfriend coming from a few feet away. “Shit.” He says and sprints away to her. You glance over the scene, the barely overage girl drunk as a skunk hovering over one of your cousins. You chuckle as Chan disappears into the main house draggin the girl away from your cousin. Immediately your eyes go back to Yeosang. 

The more you stare at him the more he seems a stranger to the life you were used to living. He acts and looks softer and purer than every man in the room. You can hardly believe he has seen the surface of what this kind of life has to offer. But again, his father was one of the most ruthless men of the country, it was equally hard to believe he hadn't.

Barely a month ago, when your father gave you the ultimatum to marry someone powerful in the city, you had thought of Jeong Yunho first. Yunho, son of the chief of security of the capital, and an agent of the government himself. Both of them are corrupted and dirty even more than your own family, and half the “criminals” they swore to catch everyday. 

Yunho was also your classmate back at law school, your party sidekick and your tennis partner, one with an incredible hit. You both had a long relationship of business and pleasure. Sadly, he was already engaged to the Governor's god-daughter. Everyone knew your family and he had a long history of running dirty business under the table, but marrying? That would be too much for Yunho’s bosses at the government to turn a blind eye to.

So after a short thought, all cards fall back into the Kang family, the only family beside yours with enough influence and power in Seoul. When you were told the son of Boss Kang was back in Korea after spending most of his twenties overseas, you had no chance but to accept he was the one. 

It was a little troublesome, not knowing what to expect from him. But you would find out soon enough, or so you thought. 

You didn’t meet Yeosang until a week before the wedding, at a rushed dinner arranged by both families. 

The first time you laid eyes on him, all you could see was sincerity. He was polite, bright, witty and surprisingly fun. He had deep brown eyes and fine lips. On the left side of his face, he spotted a rather big beauty mark of peculiar shape. Beauty marks of that kind are usually unwanted and something to keep hidden, worse than scars, but the ones on his face framed it gracefully, like a fine accessory.

On him, there was none of the somber demeanor the people who have seen it all in this lifestyle usually had. At one moment he turned to you and smiled, understanding you might be cautious around him, and that confused you. You weren’t used to having emphatic men around you. 

“Here’s to an union that brings out the best for both our families.” He had said with a toast, and for a moment when he smiled softly at you, it seemed like the life you were about to have by his side was a normal, risk free kind of one. 

That was the first time you saw your now husband. This day, the wedding, was the second. 

“Lovely wedding,” a soft voice came from behind you. You recognized it instantly, looking over your shoulder to see the tall frame of Yunho getting closer. “You look so beautiful as a bride”. He raised his glass and both made a silent toast, still looking ahead to the patio. “I heard you are going to Greece for your honeymoon?.” he pouted slightly. “Very romantic.” 

“Now, who told you that?.” your eyes roll at him. You took the chance to glance at the expensive tuxedo he was wearing and how it looked maybe too good on him. It was really a shame you weren’t marrying Yunho instead, that trip to Greece probably wouldn’t have to go to waste.

“Chan did, but you knew that.” He smiled.

You glanced at your brother, who was now dragging his girlfriend back to the party, saying a few curses to your cousin as they passed by him. “Didn’t see you at the ceremony.” you turned to Yunho, who was shamelessly eyeing your cleavage. 

“Oh I just came to the party,” He licks his bottom lip “I couldn’t bear seeing you swore true love to another man, tears are not a good look on me.” 

You scoffed. “Doubt so.” 

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. “So, have you had time to get to know more about him?.” 

The sudden question made you arch your eyebrows. “Well, he is Kang Yeosang, soon leader of the entire Kang clan, owner of half of the dirty business in South Korea, what am I missing?.” 

“I guess there’s nothing else worth knowing?.”

You look back at your now husband, pursing your lips when you find him staring directly at you. He was a few feet away but you could feel his eyes on yours, it was just a second but it sent shivers down your spine. He then immediately turned his attention to his father beside him. 

“You alright?.” Yunho asks, raising his voice lightly as you zoned out for a moment.

You shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“When are you coming back from Greece?.” Yunho knows better than to try to push an answer out of you.

“Uh, we both need to get back quickly, so a week or so.”

Yunho hummed. “Will you call me when you get back?.” He said sipping on his drink without taking his eyes from you. You shook the sensation from before and chuckled. Men were really like kids. “Please?.” he added with a pout. 

“You got balls huh? You really don’t care, I'm married to a Kang now?.” 

Yunho turned to see Yeosang, now leaning attentively, as his father spoke to him closely. “Not really, should I?.” 

“No, I don’t think so.” you turned to your husband again, not really believing he was entirely harmless. His kind laugh resonated again. Comforting, contagious, and you smiled.

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That same night you and your husband flew to Greece. You got there together, to the mansion owned by Yeosang’s father, a house big enough to fit a couple of families without a chance for them to cross paths for a few days. 

Yeosang gave you a brief tour of the mansion and said that every person there was your disposition for everything you needed. The only rule was not to get out to the city alone. He had business to attend to, of course, so after showing you around he left you and told you he would be back late that night.

He never did. So you spent the night getting familiar with the place, didn’t even bother to unpack except for your bathing suit and some toiletries as you knew you would spend all the time at the pool or sunbathing at the private beach, with your body guards close by all the time.

You got mad at first, as you too had matters to attend back home and decided to put them on pause for the trip. If he had stayed at least you could get to know him better, get an idea of who he was as a person, but he didn't show up for the next two days. 

You planned to return back to Seoul alone on a tantrum, but decided to just stay and enjoy the comfort of the mansion and the sea. Whatever the case, you needed a week of relaxation before going back to normal business. Yeosang or not, you knew people in the city and you could go out to the club or something. You had an arsenal of armed bodyguards to feel safe despite what Yeosang had warned you about.

On top of that, the thought of calling Yunho once you were back home ringed in the back of your head, so the wait was worth enduring. 

By the end of the week, after daily sunbathing and catching up with a few books, you decided it was time to have at least a night of real fun. You called a couple of friends, letting them know you were in the city and were in need for a night out. 

The night finally came, only a few minutes past nine.  Your shiniest and shortest dress is waiting for you lying on the bed. Right now in just your silk nightgown you were finishing with your makeup, when a sudden loud blast made you roll the tip of the lip gloss applicator over your cheek. Reflexes abruptly make you take out your revolver from the nightstand, walking slowly to the door paying attention to any noise. 

You glance outside through the glass windows, the garden lights illuminating the roundabout at the entrance of the mansion. There you spot the men guarding the entrance getting in an alert position, running towards the door. 

A couple of loud blasts more and you see two of them dropping on the ground. Quickly you turn the lights off and hide in the back of the room, the moonlight giving you enough vision to see if someone gets inside, your gun closer to your face pointing ahead.

Alerted, you hear steps getting closer. “Mrs. Kang, are you hurt?!”. A voice you couldn’t recognize shouted. Yeosang’s men were still pretty unfamiliar to you and this was definitely not one of your guards. 

You cautiously got closer to the door, gun still ready to shoot. “I’m fine.” you said. The handle of the door twisted as the man outside tried to get it open. “Tell me what is happening.” 

“Someone tried to get into the house, they are probably looking for you or the boss, they got the ones at the entrance.” 

You recalled one of your guards dropping on the ground a few moments back at the roundabout, and you sighed. “How many inside?.”

“A lot ma'am, we need to move quickly, please come out.” you could sense the man’s hurried tone on his voice.

“Where is my husband?.” 

The man got silent for a moment before shouting. “He’s on his way, but right now we need to take you to a safer place, they are probably after you as well.” 

Suddenly your cell phone began vibrating, it was over your bed, so you went to pick it up quickly. It was Yeosang calling. 

“Mrs. Kang?!” the man shouted.

You tapped to answer the call. “Don’t open the door. I’m close.” your husband's voice was calm and clear, you didn’t respond and he hung up.

The man kept calling you as he knocked on the door. Desperation showing with the force and pacing with each knock. You hid inside the back of the room pointing out again. After a few seconds of silence you got startled by the man kicking the door, opening it widely. You pointed at him silently, thinking the dim lights were hiding you and giving you time to have the upper hand.

“Gotcha.”

The man jumped at you, having seen your reflection by the wall mirror against where you were hiding. You shooted and missed, he took the chance to tackle you down. He roughly rolls your body facing the ground, hands at your back, gun point to your head. 

“You should have just opened.” he whispered to your ear, making you grin in disgust. 

“You better let go of me.” you glared at him, as he made you stand up and guided you to the door with so much force your arm was getting numb. 

“Or what?,” he chuckled, pressing the gun to your temple, hurting you. 

“Or I will blow your brains out”. 

Both the man and you looked up, the shape of Yeosang entering the room from the door frame, gun pointed at the latter. Two of his men behind him.

In the background, the shooting had ceased, apparently this man holding you was the last of the ones that had entered the house. 

“There’s none of your friends left here,” Yeosang said, confirming your suspicions. The man tensed against you, now practically choking you by having his arm on your neck. “Let her go. I won’t repeat myself.”

“Fuck you Kang, here’s a little message from-” 

The man’s last words were interrupted by Yeosang shooting his gun to his head, just a couple inches from your own. The loud noise made your ears ring, as the sudden force the man was applying to your neck vanished completely as he dropped dead. Blood and brain matter covered the top of your head. The cheek you had ruined with your lip gloss now covered in red. 

For a moment you groaned in disgust, falling on your knees trying to breathe normally again, soothing your neck from where the dead man was choking you.

“Get up. We need to go.” Yeosang gave you his hand and helped you up. The blood dripping down your neck made you nauseous and you couldn’t hold it any more. The last thing you saw before fainting was Yeosang’s eyes on yours, your name sounding muffled as you closed your eyes on him. 

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When you woke up, you couldn’t recognize the room you were in. It was almost the same as the room you were in before. Big glass windows that reached the ceiling, greek decor and furniture. The light coming through the white curtains blinded you for a moment. When your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look out, the Greece sea reflecting the sun rays back at it. 

Your head was spinning. Instinctively you caressed your neck. Carefully you got up towards the big vanity mirror placed in front of the bed you were laying on. No trace of blood or the rest of that ashole’s brain over you, yet remembering how it felt made you nauseous again. A few faded yellow and purple bruises painted on your neck. 

“You should go and take a proper shower.” 

Yeosang’s voice came from the door frame, where he was leaning on. He walked slowly inside the room, passing you by and looking outside through the window glass.

“Who cleaned me?.” was the first thing you asked.

“The maids.” He said calmly. “How are you feeling?.”

“My head is killing me. And now I have these ugly bruises all over my neck, definitely not the good kind.” 

Yeosang hummed, arching his eyebrows slightly. “How many times have you been in that kind of situation?.”

“A few.”

He remained silent, looking at you as you poured water into a tall glass. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, getting closer. “One of your guys from Korea told them where we were, I should have been there.” 

“What?.” 

“Jung Taein?.”

“Jung? No fucking way.” you chuckled bitterly.

“It’s my fault. You alone at the house made you an easy target.” He said ashamed, looking away. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Do you know who sent them?.” 

“Yes.”

“Would you take care of that?.”

“It’s done.” 

“Alright.” you added, finishing the water. 

“Let me know when you are ready. We are flying back to Seoul as soon as you are.” 

With that, Yeosang left the room, leaving you for the time being. 

The flight back was a silent one. Yeosang spent the whole time on the phone -yours was turned off. That was for the better. Your parents must be calling you non stop all morning. You took the chance to sleep more, since you were still a little shaken by the attack. 

As soon as you put foot at home, the whole day was turbulent. Both your mother and Chan were already waiting for you in the living room of your new mansion. They asked all kinds of questions again and again, making you dizzy. They both questioned Yeosang as well, making him swear that the guy who had planned the attack was more than dead. 

Your father showed up later that evening, and the whole thing repeated itself. He spent most of the time in Yeosang’s office, briefly asking if you were okay when he arrived. When he was ready to leave he stroked your head saying “The pig is dead, your husband took care of that himself.”

That night, laying alone in your new bed, feeling cold and anxious more than ever, you replayed the scene in your head over and over. 

“These mercenaries and their speeches, always thinking of themselves as movie villains.” Your father had said to you once when you were little. “Once they start talking, you have to shoot them.” 

As you remembered this, you felt like smiling. 

The next morning you got downstairs to have breakfast, surprisingly finding Yeosang at the table.

“Good morning.” He greets.

“Morning, oh what do we have here?.” you yawn, siting and finding a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit already served.

“You need energy.” 

“Mmh,” you giggle cutely, catching a glimpse of Yeosang's smile. He notices you noticed the gesture and he quickly goes back to his breakfast. “How are you feeling?. ' he adds, eyeing his plate.

“Way better.” you said, shoving a big piece of pancake on your mouth, “I need to get ready to go to my office.” 

Yoesang clears his throat, pensive. “I think you should lay low for a while.” 

“Isn’t the guy that attacked me dead now?.” you asked, stuffing a strawberry on your mouth as one of the maids poured orange juice on a tall glass for you.

“Yes.” Yeosang pressed his back against his chair. “But there’s other guys.” 

“What about you? Are you going to stay home as well?” your voice sounds annoyed but you don’t care. Yeosang looks briefly at you and then away. “So what should I do then? Stay hidden for the rest of the year here?.” 

“Just a few weeks, until we are sure no one else is onto us anymore.” He said standing up.

“You know, there will always be someone “onto us”.” you huff, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Let me know if you need something.” he said, giving you a nod and walking away.

“Seems like it's going to be you and me, girls.” you said to the two maids when he disappeared from the room. The women gave you a polite smile and you sigh.

That morning was the last time you saw him in almost four weeks.

Handling work stuff from the house was mad boring, and you started to feel claustrophobic. Rounded by security, you only had visits from your mom and Chan, sometimes your father or your new in-laws. The house was full of people all the time yet you felt completely alone in it. Suddenly you missed your office, your old apartment, your friends, anything but that strange house who you could barely call yours. 

But oddly and mostly, you were desperate to get laid. It was a bothersome sensation inside you, not being able to release the stress from everything that had happened within the last month from being recently married to a stranger to almost being killed on your supposed honeymoon.

So you did what you planned to do in the first place as soon as you were back, the only thing that would make you release the stress and clear your mind. 

Yunho called first, a few days after you arrived back at Seoul. The conversation was brief but he let you know he was available for whenever you wanted to see him. A month ago it seemed too recent to meet with him, but now it felt just about right. 

Finally tonight, after having spent a full month trapped inside your house, you and your friend decide to meet up.

Both knew you needed to be cautious; you are a recently married woman —and he, an engaged man. 

You decided to meet up downtown. You had an apartment there in one of the biggest hotels at the center of a prestigious but quiet district. You used it mostly to crash on when you partied regularly, so it was a familiar place to your guards. Yunho let you know he already booked one of the suits for the night, so he could just knock on your door without any trouble. 

Yeosang hadn’t called for a few nights, apparently he was attending some business in Tokyo with both your father and his. It was the perfect timing.

The night arrived and you finally went out. As you got ready in front of the mirror in the bedroom, anticipation started to build as you waited for Yunho.

You changed into a casual dress, and your favorite jewelry; a long pearl necklace that ended up in the right place at your cleavage. Hair styled in a messy bun, the best hairstyle to try when you knew it was going to end up disheveled — a trick you learned from your mother’s long sessions in front of the mirror when you were maybe too young to even understand the tip. 

You sprayed your favorite perfume on the right spots and poured a few drinks, preparing yourself to loosen up to finally enjoy a good night since you married, even if it wasn’t with your own husband. 

Midnight, and Yunho hadn’t shown up. You started to get annoyed. Sending him a couple of texts like; ‘Where the fuck are you?.’ and ‘Are you serious right now?.’ 

You were growing impatient, desperate. He had said late night but this was just too much. And why wasn’t he answering your texts?. 

You blew raspberries, lying back on the bed. Incorporating a little, you saw yourself in the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Your backless dress, makeup… you looked so good and now it was going to get to waste.

It was ridiculous that with all the power, money, a damn husband and a friend like Yunho, you were really struggling this much to get laid. 

Being almost killed —again, having your family on your neck all the time, the pressure of the business and people — had to deal with, and an absent husband you barely knew on top of that was starting to get to you for good.

Grabbing your phone ready to call Yunho, something you would never do being in your right senses, you hear a knock on your door. 

You sit on the bed automatically, fixing the wrinkles of your dress. “Fucking finally.” 

Walking towards the door, you looked through the peephole, immediately taking a few steps back. The man at the door wasn’t Yunho.

“What is he doing here?,” you muttered to yourself. 

“Are you going to open?.” Yeosang’s voice coming from outside made you come to your senses, he sounded different from the other times you two had spoken. Hesitating, you opened the door. His hair was down and parted in the middle, wavy strands falling at the sides of his ears. He was dressed casually, not in the usual business attire you have seen him in so far. 

Yeosang walked in, closing the door behind him. You looked nervously around, feeling suddenly exposed by your little outfit, and he seemingly read your mind, as he took his sweet time looking at your clothes, or the lack of them.

“What are you doing here?.” you ask, trying to sound casual. Suddenly the thought of Yunho knocking on the door any moment made your stomach turn upside down. “Weren’t you in Tokyo?.”

“I remember telling you no to go out yet, so the question is what are you doing here?.” 

You shrugged, feeling his gaze all over you. “I- was, going out…”

“If you wanted to fuck, you just had to ask,” he looked at you with a dark shine on his eyes. “I never told you you were allowed to be playing whore with other men, did I?”.

Your chest started to thump. This wasn’t the Yeosang you have known so far. He spoke harshly, but with a slight hurt pride that confused you.

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?.” you glared back at him. “You haven’t talked to me properly since we married, you don’t even sleep at home.” you said, mimicking quoting the last word with your fingers. He glared at you too, walking towards you and hovering you against the wall. “Seriously, you won't even allow me one normal dinner and you think you have the right to tell me what to do?.” 

“I'm your husband.” he said dryly, “That should be enough.”

“A husband who hasn’t even fucked his wife once.” 

Yeosang scoffed. He looked at you with big eyes, deep brown eyes that shone differently from back when you saw them at the wedding. You were tense, that wasn’t what you wanted to reproach him for, but your brain was letting the words come out from your mouth without a second thought. “Were you waiting for that Jeong bastard to come here and fuck you? Are you that desperate?.” 

“Yes. Maybe I fucking am.” 

Just then, Yeosang tugged your chin with his hand, brushing the hem of your skirt with his fingers, slowly getting them underneath. His breath was hot and it burned against your neck. He leaned forward, brushing your throat with his lips, and then the tip of his tongue. 

“Well look at you, being all eager.” He whispered with a voice so dark you couldn’t recognize it belonged to him. 

His hand was now fully under your skirt, and his thumb brushed softly where you needed him the most. Your hips start rolling towards the contact, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips together, restraining yourself from giving in so easily, but the truth was that you needed to be touched. Yeosang rolled his thumb over your damped spot, his gaze got cloudy, tongue resting on his bottom lip as he rubbed in circles on your clothed clit. He slides the lacy fabric to the side, gently pressing two fingers inside you. 

You let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip. Surprised at how he knows exactly how to curl his fingers upward, his fingers caress your center so sweetly, feeling as familiar as your own.

“You feel just like I imagined.” He brushes his words over your lips, kissing you softly. His tongue finally lands against yours, sending tingles all the way to your lower stomach. 

“You imagined?.” you moan against his mouth, and he slowly wraps his hand on your neck, making just the right pressure to make your closed eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Mmhh.” his voice vibrates over your lips, while he kisses you roughly and sloppily. He’s now adding a third finger deep inside you. You throw your arms at his neck and lift your leg onto his hip to give him more access. He grabs your leg with the hand that isn’t inside you, and continues fingering you with faster pace without stopping kissing you.

“Oh my god…” you cry when he begins scissoring and curling his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan knowing you are done for and he stops kissing to see you as you come. His fingers keep going, gaze fixated on you as you shut your eyes and roll your hips making his fingers touch you even deeper. “Fuck, oh fuck!.” you whimper when he doesn’t stop and you start squirting all over his fingers. He looks down cheekily, seeing how you coat his fingers with your arousal.

Yeosang smiles, removing his fingers from inside you and making you open your mouth so you can taste yourself on them, when you finish he goes back to your lips, kissing you again. “So sweet.” he whispers, lowering your leg and helping you walk to the bed. 

He makes you lay on your back, taking your panties off and throwing them aside. He lifts the skirt of your dress and places himself between your legs. “Let me taste more of that.” He says, licking your entrance with one strip, as he starts devouring you entirely until there’s no trace of your release but the sweet sensation inside you.

“Fuck, Yeosang.” you moan, feeling the familiar knot yet again. He keeps sucking on you, your hand tugging his hair from the overstimulation. 

“Are you going to come again?.” 

“Yes!.” you cry, but whine immediately after when he stops eating you up. 

“Not like that.” He helps you get up, walking backwards as he sits on the armless chair next to your vanity, taking his belt off and opening the zipper on his jeans. He helps you sit on his lap, always looking at you as he does. Your heavy lids fall on him, admiring just how beautiful he is, and you wonder for a second if you have had a man like that before him. 

Your mind is still foggy, you feel breathless but you indulge in his instructions, glad he’s telling you what to do next. 

Yeosang guides you on top of him, and you observe patiently how he takes out his length and strokes himself a few times, making sure you look. He then tugs your dress down to expose your tits. He licks his bottom lip and goes to kiss one of them sweetly, one hand stroking himself and the other squeezing and licking your nips. You hear his quiet moans and whimpers, giving each of your breasts delicate attention. When he’s had enough, he aligns you on him and slowly pushes you until he has bottomed inside you.

“You really needed this huh?,” He chuckles darkly. “Such a tiny cunt.”

You whine at first, feeling stretched so deliciously for the first time in so long. You lean and kiss him, both your tongues tasting and savoring each other. The pearls of your necklace hang over his chest, the silver of your rings shine between his hair as you dishevel it. Yeosang squeeze and massage your nips with his palm as you take the time adjusting to his length inside you.

He stops kissing your nipple and signals you to look to the side, where you find both your reflections in the big mirror of your vanity, seeing your almost naked form sitting on his lap makes the sensation on your lower abdomen intensify. Yeosang slips your dress over your head, and you remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt hastily. 

“Show me,” his tone is low, hoarse. He cups your chin with force, so you are now looking straight at him. You flutter your eyelashes confused. “What were you planning to do with him?.” he asks, heavy lids eying your bottom lip. 

You bit your lip with force, somehow embarrassed that you already forgot you were supposed to be on top of Yunho. Yeosang smirks slightly, and even if the lights in the room are dim you catch that smile and it drives you mad how confident he is, but also makes you eager to show him. 

“Yeosang, please” you whisper breathlessly, kissing him again. A big open kiss on the mouth first, then going down to his neck, his shoulder blades. You were marking every inch of skin your lips could reach in your position. It felt as if he could suddenly evaporate if you didn’t. 

You start rolling your hips back and forth on top of him, moaning everytime the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. Yeosang had both hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you rocked your hips at a slow but steady pace, not wanting to come too fast and just enjoy the sensation of having him buried deep inside you.

Yeosang’s whimpers quietly, but intensely. He lets a dry chuckle every time you remove yourself almost completely from him only to go down in one motion over and over. Your hands are on his hair, pulling the strands everytime the pleasure was too much.

He grabs your face and kisses you, biting your bottom lip and coating your entire mouth with his tongue, desperate to fill you connected to him in every way. He groans when you bite back, enjoying every little cry and whimper you let out. “All of this for him?,” he tugs your hair making you face him. 

“Right now I’m fucking you and you only.” you tell him, eyes falling down on you unable to keep them open. “You fill me up so well.”

Yeosang smiled cockily, going to your clit and rubbing his thumb in circles again, making you bury your head on his neck. “Like that? Is that what you wanted?.” 

“Yes!” you cried out loud, not caring at all if the guards outside could hear. His thumb and cock both send incredible sensations through your body, your release building up again ready to break out at any second. “Don’t stop please, I’m gonna-” 

You couldn't finish, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen explode inside you. Yeosang was quick to grab your hips so you stayed in place, and he helped you rock them faster, chasing his own. He looked at your reflection in the mirror. Head thrown back, nails digging on his shoulders, eyes closed and mouth full of whimpers and heavy breathing. You came and Yeosang followed right behind you, letting out the loudest moan since you started. His hands were now on your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck, having come from your high. He bit your shoulder as he painted your walls with his load. Yeosang cursed under his breath, finally stopping until he finished inside you. 

“Yeosang,” you phanted, caressing his face and making him look at you. His eyelids were heavy, long strands of wavy black hair falling on his face, lips half open trying to catch his breath. “I needed that, fuck.” You waited until he was breathing regularly and kissed him roughly again, taking his breath away once more. 

Yeosang smiled widely and you recognized the sweet man that you married a month ago. The same soft and cute eye smile and seemingly innocent aura came back, transforming from the one that was guiding your hips as you rode him to oblivion mere seconds before.

“I've wanted to have you on top of me since I saw you at the dinner,” He said sweetly, brushing his nose against yours. “Wanted to have you cry my name and brush away that condescending look you gave me at the wedding.” 

You chuckled. “I didn’t know what to expect from you,” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “You seemed too nice for this kind of life, too pure.” 

Yeosang chuckled lightly, helping you stand up, finally removing himself from you. “Seemed?” He kissed your chin gently. “Not anymore?.” 

“Someone who fucks like this?, no way.” 

He lets out a loud laugh, hand covering his mouth. “Y/n, you should know no man is pure. Crime life or not.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

You stood up from his lap, looking around for your panties on the floor, but Yeosang pulled you against him, wrapping his hands on your waist, hiding his face in the space between your shoulders and neck. He kissed the skin there and you hummed, content and relaxed feeling the warmth of his lips. 

He guided you to the bed, laying beside you and leaning over you. 

“Why didn't you want to spend time with me until now?.” you asked, his big eyes shone brightly. “I thought you were avoiding me on purpose, no one is that busy.” 

Yeosang laughed. “Oh but I am. And soon you will be too, as my wife and associate, you will have to deal with a lot.” He lowered his eyes for a second. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, I wanted to, but after what happened in Greece I needed to make sure you were always protected.” 

“Did my father intervene?”

“I almost let his only daughter get killed mere days after our wedding, how does that make me look in front of him, of everyone?.”

You hummed but remained silent. You knew your father had already told him everything he needed to hear. “So I’ve been under surveillance all this time?.” You arch your brows, realizing that’s how he knew about your meeting with Yunho tonight. “Shit! Yunho… is he…?.” 

Yeosang chuckled again and this time it was an amused one. “He’s not dead, I still need eyes and ears close to the police,” His lips turned upwards into a mischievous smile. “But he won’t dare to come close to you with certain intentions, ever again.”

“Oh.” you said, pouting. “But he’s an excellent tennis partner though.” 

“I can be your new tennis partner, I can be everything you need me to be.” 

Yeosang kissed you softly, thumb caressing your ear. Your hands traveled over his chest, throwing a leg over his waist and you smiled on the kiss. He let out a soft “Oh” like a shy boy getting his first kiss and it made your heart incredibly warm.

“Who would thought we only needed to fuck each other dumb to break the ice huh?”. You joked, letting him keep kissing your neck and start all over again.

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©mingsolo / please do not edit, repost, translate

[slyvieselkie]

Since the Beginning - Midoriya Izuku

Warning: body shaming, insecurity about looks, family issues, suggestive

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Having a prohero boyfriend is really a double edged sword, especially when he's the successor of the Symbol of Peace. Deku, the greatest hero, Midoriya Izuku, is a man larger than life. And to stand next to him, to be loved by him, is an honour and a stain in itself.

You're known as 'His Girlfriend'. The luckiest girl on Earth, a position that many covert for you sit on a pile of riches that he so graciously gifted you. Not only that, Izuku is the ideal man. Compassionate, brave, powerful, smart, a little goofy and nerdy, he's the man every parent wants their daughter to bring home. And that honour belongs to you.

But having Deku as your boyfriend, means that you must also meet the world's standard. A girl that's equally as friendly, sweet, beautiful, successful, an ideal woman for the best man out there. And every day you look in the mirror with the thought, 'Gosh, why does he even like me?', so does everyone else.

Every time the two of you are out in public and get photographed, there'll always be a comment about your weight, your pimples, how it's always Izuku pulling his card out, how you don't treat his fans with respect. And your boyfriend does his best to fight back in the ways he can. In the rare interviews he'll always mention the love of his life, the woman supporting him from behind, who puts up with the 24/7 limelight and harsh critics of those who know nothing. He even enlists the help of his old classmates who try their best to change society's mind. But it only makes you feel more pathetic, that Izuku does so much for you and you can't even present yourself better.

It takes a long, burning, tearful shower for you to finally resolve to change. With a bright smile, you talk to Izuku about wanting to be more healthy and start volunteering.

He cups your cheeks, "Sweetheart, if it's about-", "Izuku, please...just let me have this", and your eyes swirl with so much desperation he can only say yes.

But the green haired man makes a strict schedule for you to follow, he refuses to watch you please the world and drop dead. He asks Ochako to exercise with you, where you start on light cardio and Pilates. Bakugo reluctantly sends you a few tips on healthier eating and even spends a day at your house meal prepping. Izuku doesn't know about this because the villain-like hero would burn your house down. He even asks his old teacher, Thirteen, to help you find volunteer work.

The world's opinion of you change when photos of you helping out at homeless shelters and after villain attacks. You also change as well, he notices. You've become more social, going out more and posing for the cameras rather than hiding from it. He sees your regular posts and stories at the gym, making healthy snacks, promoting charities, going out for brunch with the U.A. Class 1 girls. Izuku couldn't be more relieved. So many nights he has had nightmares of you taking dieting too far or working until you end up in the hospital, trying to become the perfect woman and breaking yourself in the process.

But change takes a long time and no matter what you do, the world will always bring up your past. And you've learnt to live with it, to understand that what you're doing is more than enough. However, that doesn't mean those comments don't hurt. Especially when it comes from the people whose words mean the most.

....

Izuku has met your parents many times. For the three years you two have been together, the hero has always made an effort to know your parents and get along with them. Your family also loves him, your mother is dreaming about the day she sees you in a wedding dress to him. The atmosphere is always warm, comforting, peaceful.

Until the small comments start to sneak in.

"Oh look at how skinny and pretty you are now!"

"Now my son in law will have no problem picking you up!"

"You should've seen her in high school, she would've weighed more than you right now!"

"If only she started dieting earlier! I kept telling her to, but she never listened and now look at her!"

Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller.

Of course you fire back at her. It's all jokes, but Izuku can see how much those words hurt. And every time, the ride back home is silent and you deep in thoughts. And every time after you come out of the shower, he sees you observe yourself in the mirror. Your eyes scan like society once did, looking for the imperfections. Wondering how you can erase the past, so that the world only remembers the pretty and perfect version of you.

His heart breaks, because why are your efforts never enough? He walks in and makes himself known, you jump before giving a soft smile. Izuku tries to return it and quickly digs his face into the crook of your neck. His large and scarred hands quickly hoist you up while you squeak.

As he carries you to the bed, Izuku has so many thoughts going through his head. You've always been pretty, ever since the moment he met you. He's always been able to pick you up, a hero like him should have no problem picking up boulder let alone a person. And he has seen you in high school pictures where you look so cute, he wished he met you earlier. And no, you shouldn't have started dieting earlier. Knowing the situation you were in, you would've only gained an eating disorder.

Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller. He didn't do any of this just to hear that from the people who should've supported you. As he laid you down, Izuku takes you in with trembling eyes. You give a smile back and beckon him closer.

Izuku has always been careful with you. His rough hands ghost your body knowing the damage they could cause, his lips only leave light hickies because he never wants to see you in bruises even if they're from love, he's always wary about the weight he puts on you and your stamina compared to his. But the nights you return from your parents are gentle as a feather. Your body becomes his temple, and he'll never stop worshipping. He oozes love and forces you to soak it up, the love that they should've had for you.

It's ironic when Izuku wants to be so gentle and loving, because it sometimes leads to him become more rough. He has so much to give that he can't see that you're overstimulated. He wants you to see that he loves you unconditionally, resulting in deep hand marks and love bites. Izuku wants you to understand that he's always on your side, so he'll hold you down and do his best to leave you quivering and blank.

....

But regardless of how he feels about your parents, Izuku knows he can't do anything about them. Because he knows that blocking your family isn't easy as it sounds.

"They're...it's just when it comes to this, they can become...off", you whisper trying to calm Izuku down, "Other than that, they're really good."

He knows, he can see it. How you're always sticking to your mother and how she always has your favourite food and snacks at home. How you melt in your father's arms and the way he monitored Izuku when they first met. Izuku sees the photographs hanging on the walls filled with parental love, the injury stories where it sounds like they were just in as much pain as you, the fights when they became a pair of bears.

Izuku also knows that in its own fucked up sense, they say that for your own good. Because he's heard you and your mother on the phone, how hateful she sounds of the media that talked about your weight and looks. Your father used to hate him for bringing you into a world that you never suited, until he finally saw Izuku as a man who loved you.

So Izuku will respect them and be civil. Because they raised you into the person you are today, the most loveliest person that he is honoured to be with forever. Because in their own ways, they also poured love and care into the soul to form it this way.

But that doesn't mean he'll take it lying down. You're his woman, and he'll protect you the way he did when society attacked you. He'll make sure they understand that their words have weight to them, and crush those words until they disintegrate to dust.

He'll do anything to show that you've always been beautiful since the beginning.

Hi Lovelies, meet Izuku the greenest flag ever~!

I hope you guys felt all of the emotions poured into this fic and how much Izuku loves you! I really wanted to portray the struggle of loving your parents and understanding how much they love you, but just having that one issue that always breaks the peace. For the girlies out there living with body shaming, hold your head up high because you have been beautiful since the beginning!

I'll see you another time ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )♡

[blossom-fox]

Marcela told Margarita that Armando has an affair with a very important woman. Armando AND MARCELA are her children's

And her decides to sit down with her son and say things like "un deseo que se hace realidad. Cumplir con en anhelo póstumo de Susana e Julio Valencia... Y con tu matrimonio ratificas que estás asumiendo una vida normal, la vida de un hombre adulto, responsable que además se casa con una mujer maravillosa que te ama"

And a minute later she asks him "Dime una cosa, ¿Es que no estás segura de casarte o qué?"

YOU BITCH, you don't wanna hear the answer, the real truth, you list reasons why this wedding should happen and didn't mention the most important reason why they should be married: LOVE. A wedding is a celebration of the love of two people and it's barely mentioned.

And Armando opens a little and says that he's worried about the board meeting and other stuff. She pulls the guilt card and says "Pues ojalá estes evasivo por cosas de trabajo y no por algo más. O, mejor dicho, por alguien más"

I mean, your son's wedding is 48 hours away and he doesn't even know what clothes he's going to wear, and he and your daughter in law are clearly suffocating and distressed and you don't even know how to give a fuck advice

[wonderlandleighleigh]

March, 1975

Abe Weissman never thought he would enjoy the cacophony of a big, family get-together, but at the ripe old age of seventy-seven, it’s hard to feel angry about the veritable army of people showing up at his daughter’s spacious home to celebrate his birthday.

“You go to too much trouble,” he complains to his daughter as she settles carefully thought out tray of small bite snacks for everyone to nibble on and checks to make certain they have enough ice.

“You didn’t want to celebrate last year because Ethan was gone,” she reminds him gently. “Ethan is back now, so we get to celebrate you turning another year older, and the fact that he’s home safe and sound.”

Abe hesitates for a brief moment, thinking that over. “Did you get the toffee cake?” he asks. “Ethan and I both like the toffee cake.”

“I got the toffee cake,” Miriam confirms, rubbing his arm. “Go relax.”

He nods a little and sighs. “Alright. But don’t complain when there’s so much to clean up at the ending of the evening.”

“I promise you I will not,” Miriam chuckles, turning him around and marching him out of the kitchen.

He wanders down the hallway quietly for a moment, stopping to look at the photos hanging there.

A beautiful family photo from Miriam’s second wedding; standing on the beach at sunset, she and Lenny holding each other tightly with the children making ridiculous faces for the camera around them. A photo of all four children from 1970, laying in the living room on cushy pillows, looking up at the camera happily. An ancient photo of Lenny with a newborn Kitty in his arms. Kitty and Esther hugging in front of a big tree. Abe and Rose sitting together at the piano. Noah and Astrid reading Lily, Lan and Chaim a book. And the most recent addition: Ethan from the day he came home just a month or so ago, sitting with Miriam in Lenny’s garden.

“I like this wall, too,” Lenny’s voice tells him as the younger man walks over.

Abe nods slowly. “It is an indescribably feeling to watch one’s family grow and shift.”

“That it is,” Lenny agrees. “Drink?”

“that would be nice,” Abe admits, following his son-in-law into the office, where Lenny wanders to a small drink card and pours each of them a glass of scotch.

“So? Another year older,” Lenny says, handing him a glass.

Abe takes a sip and appreciates how smooth the obviously expensive liquor is. “It feels like I was marrying Rose a week ago. How did I get so very ancient?”

Lenny shrugs and grins, sitting at the desk. “I think it just sort of happens that way. I could have sworn I was in the Navy yesterday. Though, that might just be the trauma.”

Abe chuckles and sits as well. “I feel...good. About my life. I have some regrets. Obviously that comes with being human. But by and large, I feel as though I’ve done my best. Given what I can to those I care about. Worked hard to be my authentic self.”

“I don’t think anyone could argue with that assessment,” Lenny tells him with a kind grin.

They sit in silence for a long moment as they drink, Lenny has the window cracked open, letting in a cool, pleasant draft and light birdsong. Abe has always liked how kind Lenny is. How much he cares. Troubled though he may be by addiction and the law, Abe could see instantly, upon meeting the man in jail those many years ago, that there was something to him; that Miriam, if she chose this man, would finally be choosing right.

“Lenny.”

He lifts his eyebrows curiously, looking at Abe. “Yes, Abe?”

“I don’t like asking for promises,” he says. “I don’t think it’s reasonable to ask them of a flawed human being such as yourself.”

Lenny smirks and chuckles a little. “Another fair assessment.”

“But I need to ask you a favor.”

Abe knows the tone of his voice has gone serious, and his son-in-law’s smirk fades.

“Sure,” Lenny says.

Abe nods, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts. It’s a big favor, considering the size and scope of their family, but he’s confident in the other man’s ability to see it through. “I need you to look out for everyone once I’m gone.”

Lenny’s mouth twists at the idea of Abe’s passing, and he holds up a wrinkled hand.

“I know,” Abe says. “I know it’s not a terribly upbeat topic to tackle, and especially not on a festive occasion, but it’s important to me. I’m the head of this family. And when I go, I have no doubt that by virtue of strength of will alone, Miriam will take that position, as much as I always thought it would be Noah. But we’re a big group now, and with the children getting older, they’ll start to find partners, likely have children of their own. Miriam will need your help to pay attention. She’s never been very good at it. I’m afraid she might get that from me. You, though.”

There’s a gentle, almost wistful look that flickers across Lenny’s face as he takes in those words, and after a moment he nods slowly.

“It’s not something you have to worry about now,” Abe tells him. “I hope to be around for a few more years at least. But it’s important to plan for these sorts of things.”

“I get it,” Lenny tells him. “And I’d be very happy to grant you the favor.”

Abe grins. “Thank you, Lenny.”

“Happy birthday, Abe.”

[lightofraye]

Full credit of the image and text goes to the Accidental Talmudist.

Princess Alice was an unconventional royal who prioritized helping others over wealth and privilege. She devoted her life to good deeds and spiritual growth, and was notable among European royalty for taking Jews into her home during the Holocaust.

Princess Alice stood out for another reason: she was deaf from birth.

Born in 1885 at Windsor Castle, Alice was the great-granddaughter of Queen Victoria. She learned to lip read at a young age, and could speak several languages. Alice was widely regarded as the most beautiful princess in Europe.

At age 17, Alice fell in love with dashing Prince Andrew of Greece and they were married in 1903. Alice and Andrew had four daughters and a son. Their son Philip would later be married to Queen Elizabeth II. Alice communicated with her children mainly in sign language.

Political turmoil in Greece forced the royal family into exile. They settled in a sleepy suburb of Paris, where Alice threw herself into charitable work helping Greek refugees. Her husband left her for a life of gambling and debauchery in Monte Carlo.

Relying on the charity of wealthy relatives, Alice found strength in her Greek Orthodox faith. She became increasingly religious, and believed that she was receiving divine messages and had healing powers. She yearned to share her faith and mystical experiences with others, but instead was dismissed as mentally unhinged.

Alice had a nervous breakdown in 1930. She was committed against her will to a mental institution in Switzerland, with a dubious diagnosis of schizophrenia. Alice did not even get a chance to say goodbye to her children. Her youngest, 9 year old Philip, returned from a picnic to find his mother gone.

Alice tried desperately to leave the asylum, but was kept prisoner in Switzerland for 2 1/2 years. During that time, her beloved son Philip was sent to live with relatives, and her four daughters married German princes. Alice was not allowed to attend any of their weddings.

Finally, in 1932, Alice was released. She became a wanderer, traveling through Europe by herself, staying with relatives or at bed & breakfast inns. In 1935, Alice returned to Greece, where she lived alone in a modest two bedroom apartment and worked with the poor.

The Germans occupied Athens in April 1941. Alice devoted herself to relieving the tremendous suffering in her country. She worked for the Red Cross, organizing soup kitchens and creating shelters for orphaned children. Alice also started a nursing service to provide health care to the poorest Athenians.

In 1943, the Germans started deporting the Jews of Athens to concentration camps. Alice hid a Jewish widow, Rachel Cohen, and her children in her own apartment for over a year. Rachel’s late husband, Haimaki Cohen, was an advisor to King George I of Greece, and Alice considered it her solemn duty to save the remaining Cohen family.

Alice lived yards from Gestapo headquarters. When the Germans became suspicious of her and started asking questions, she used her deafness as an excuse not to answer them. Alice kept the Cohen family safe until Greece was liberated in 1944.

After the war, Alice founded her own religious order, the Christian Sisterhood of Martha and Mary, and became a nun. She built a convent and orphanage in a poverty-stricken part of Athens. Alice dressed in a nun’s habit consisting of a drab gray robe, white wimple, cord and rosary beads - but still enjoyed smoking and playing cards.

In 1967, after a Greek military coup, Alice finally returned to Great Britain. She lived at Buckingham Palace with her son Philip and daughter-in-law, Queen Elizabeth II.

Alice died in 1969. She owned no possessions, having given everything to the poor. Before she died, Alice expressed a desire to be buried at the Convent of Saint Mary Magdalene on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, but instead was laid to rest in the Royal Crypt in Windsor Castle.

In 1988, almost 20 years after she died, Alice’s dying wish was finally granted. Her remains were sent to Jerusalem, where she was buried on the Mount of Olives.

In 1994, Alice was honored by the Holocaust Memorial in Jerusalem (Yad Vashem) as Righteous Among The Nations. Her son Prince Philip said of his mother’s wartime heroism, "I suspect that it never occurred to her that her action was in any way special. She was a person with a deep religious faith, and she would have considered it to be a perfectly natural human reaction to fellow beings in distress.”

For her devotion to helping others despite her own challenges, we honor Princess Alice of Greece as this week’s Thursday Hero at Accidental Talmudist.

[wisteriasymphony]

thinking about Claudrien renewing their vows at like the five year mark or so because they got married in a courthouse in Spain with very little actual ceremony and how after getting financially stable and happy with everything they finally decide to actually hold a decent-sized (but not expensive) wedding. imagine being one of his old classmates that he invited on a whim (thinking it would be funny to invite them in place of actual family), and after thinking this city-wide teen idol has probably been dead for years (they even made an entire documentary about the disappearance for fuck's sake), you get this handwritten card in the mail that proves he is both alive and GOING BY THE NAME EDWARD. and then you show up and the bride is looking absolutely gorgeous all the while mentioning that it took forever to find something comfortable to slip under the dress (basketball shorts she is wearing a wedding dress hells and Nike basketball shorts) and she introduces you to their "best man" AND IT IS THEIR 14 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER? and you swear said 'daughter' has a hair color that slowly changes in hue every few minutes but nobody ever says anything, and this daughter is dressed up in a suit jacket and khaki shorts with Light-Up Skechers. The bride's father is the sweetest grandpa you've ever met; He seems to be missing a finger on one of his hands and will occasionally call his daughter by two different names, but you can tell he his so incredibly supportive of his daughter being with your old classmate (who was famous at one point? He says he would've never known, outright denying his son-in-law used to be a world famous model... though you're not sure if he's being intentional about it or just was never told). The other father of the bride seems to show up, which you initially think is the first father's husband, but then you're told he's the bride's former employer. These are the only family members the bride seems to have, besides the best man, who is secretly a god but still also their daughter. Rock Your Body plays at the reception and, despite being told years ago that he look professional ballroom dancing lessons, the groom makes it look like he has never before danced in his life; It also looks like he is having the best possible time. Then they do the lift from Dirty Dancing and the bride, indeed, is wearing basketball shorts. But hey, there's tequila.

[evita-shelby]

i'm sorry im obsessed with older shelby headcanons, like geriatric Eva being a firm Diana stan, slighting Cowmilla and just the monarchy in general.

Or just like how there family is immortalized and percieved through history. Where their company may be now. Shelby descendants dominating every industry.

A funny meta thing where a dramatization of the Shelby family origins shoots and people look at the historical figures and are like "damnnnnnnn that's a zaddy right there"

or like Eva and Thomas just not getting with the times and modern technology, "you can't just kill people like you use to these days"

I hope you enjoy 😉

Gif by @quelmarth

Eva would be wondering why these two ladies are fighting over Charles the Turd when they could just find better men or better yet get together.

She would be at each women's weddings(and Camilla's it would be a sympathies greeting card cuz she's dead by then) be like, seriously? This guy is who you want? Take my grandson, Tom Jr, he's a much better guy, smaller ears too.

Tommy lives well into his 90s because Eva doesn't want him to die way earlier than her

He still remains a very private person and goes full cryptid once he retires from politics

Charlie grows up to be a very liberal politician with a personal feud with Margaret Thatcher, outlives her so he can piss on her grave

He's also Winston Churchill's son in law by his daughter, Mary (who contrary to irl mary Churchill doesn't become a conservative)

Has an I love my gay sister(Diane who is bi) t shirt the moment they come into the market

Diane ends up a singer-actress-buisnesswoman-philanthropist who does a little bit of everything and yet no one is really sure what she does.

Diane also lives very modestly for someone with a lot of money

Also is openly bi but no one believes her

She marries Tom Bennett from World on Fire and has two or three kids

Her eldest son, Thomas Jr, is Eva's favorite grandkid

Gabe becomes a spy/assassin and eventually marries Luca’s only daughter and pretends to be working for the company abroad when really no one knows where he is

Some speculate he died as a teenager as no records or photographs exist of him past 16

They all show up at Arrow House on every major holiday come hell or high water

Eva wrote her memoirs but marketed it as fiction

Everyone has theories about what's true and what's not

Florence marries Andrew Roberts JR (son of Billy Kimber’s accountant) who she's callee her boyfriend since they were six

Florence may or may not have had a romantic relationship with Princess Margaret on the side as both were playmates and the same age

There are several adaptations of Eva's memoirs and what little they have on The Shelbys

There are Sucession style series, documentaries and docu-series and a fuck ton of tell all books about them done the second they die (Tommy in the late 1980s and Eva in 2000 at the age of 104)

Eva is nearly always played by Salma Hayek or Penelope Cruz

Tommy is played by Jason Statham or Leonardo Dicaprio

Eva is also a Catholic Saint who gets decanonized once it is known she was an aetheist

[merrybrides]

7 Things NOT to Do as the Mother of the Groom

Your son is getting married, congrats! Being the mother of the groom is an amazing experience, but knowing exactly what your mother of the groom duties are and navigating the dos and don’ts can be a little tricky. Avoid the following faux pas and you’re sure to rock it as the MOG!

Here are the seven things a mother of the groom should never do.

Wear white

Same goes for ivory, cream, or any other light neutral. The mother of the groom donning one of these hues is a surefire way to make the bride (and guests) feel awkward.

Dress like a bridesmaid

Find out what the bridesmaids will be wearing and opt for a dress in a different color and silhouette. Coordinating is great, but blending in completely? Not so much.

Overly criticize

Your son and his fiance may choose to do something differently than you would have done it, and that’s OK. They really need your love and support during the planning process, so reserve judgment and resist the urge to make passive-aggressive comments or push your own expectations on them.

Insist on upping the guest list

Traditionally, the bride’s family and groom’s family are each allotted a certain number of guests to invite. It can be hard to narrow the guest list down, particularly with a more intimate wedding, but that doesn’t mean the mother of the groom should consider her designated portion up for negotiation. Just remember that the bride’s family is whittling their list down, too.

Skip the bridal shower

Showing up to celebrate your future daughter-in-law will likely mean more to her than you might think. If you really can’t make it to the bridal shower, a gift and a heartfelt card from the mother of the groom is the way to go.

Make empty offers

The bride and groom will undoubtedly appreciate the mother of the groom's help on even small tasks, but don’t offer unless you mean it. Volunteer to lend a hand with a few specific things you know you can follow through with.

Upstage with the rehearsal dinner

Planning a nice rehearsal dinner is a generous gesture, but don’t go so overboard that it’s actually nicer than the wedding itself. Keep the budget, venue, details, and overall tone of the big day in mind and throw a simpler, more laid-back affair.

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Barrytown: We talked to our son “for over 12 hours and he was shaking and vomiting”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 7

March 22, 1976

To whom it may concern:

Our son joined Moon’s group in late 1971 and was coaxed to join by a room-mate. Our son was taking graduate courses. He was a Phi Beta Kappa graduate of a U.S. University in the mid-west. He was definitely idealistic, because he quit his job in his hometown because he felt the institution he worked for charged exorbitant interest rates to under-developed countries.

Mike (this is not his name) has never been home since he joined the group, because we told him we felt he was wasting his life working for Moon. We believe he has been in practically every state in the union, even Alaska, but not Hawaii. We had cards from many places. However, we did visit him twice. We noted the houses were clean where he lived. But I thought the food was not adequate. Both places had an open jar of peanut butter sitting on a table and a loaf of bread. Coffee and tea seemed to be available, but we saw no fresh fruit nor vegetables.

Mail from Mike has been infrequent and short, usually cards. However the very first letter was frightening—rambling and 10 or 12 pages long, trying to tell us why he joined this movement. He talked about the drug problem, the race problem, poverty in the world, etc. And he implied that those who joined this group had all the answers. He never mentioned the name Unification Church nor Moon for over a year after he was in the group.

We seemed to get no Christmas or Easter greetings. One Christmas we got a Christmas greeting with a snow scene. Our family always sent religious cards at Christmas. But Christmas 1974 we got no word at all. Then in February we got word Mike was married by Moon in a mass wedding in Korea. He was married to a German girl we had never heard of.

He said he worked with her in the group for a year, but our daughter, a nurse went to hear one of Moon’s talks the November before and met all the young people with him and this girl was not one of them. So we feel Mike lies to protect Moon. Later (in March) we received a letter from “our daughter-in-law”. She said, “I know you must wonder about your son who went out into the world and married someone you never met before”. But she gave no explanation of this.

Then later we received a letter from our son’s father-in-law from Germany. He and his wife are very good Christian people and they went to the trouble to find a student to write to us in English. They wanted to know about the family now related to their daughter. We immediately told them we did not approve of the Moon Movement and they too said it has been the heartbreak of their lives. She, the daughter-in-law, was still being held in Germany after being flown from Japan in December. They are having visa problems we hear.

Our son was taken back to the States in early November 1995 to Barrytown, N.Y. The father-in-law of our son told us about this and we called for several days before he finally called us back. Then we took a chance on going up to see him, my other son, an ex-Moonie and I, Mike’s mother. The ex-Moonie told him the movement was a big rip-off. We talked to him for over 12 hours and he was shaking and vomiting. It was terrible to see him so programmed that if he broke in the middle of an explanation, he would have to start all over again just like a record. He told us he just read that Franco of Spain died that morning, after we told him he does not read nor listen to TV or radio. Franco, in fact, did not die for several days. Anyway, I stepped into the bathroom for a minute and he fled, because his brother fell asleep. He left his coat and ran out into the rain. We looked for him for a while and then called the ex-Moonie’s mother and she told us to get out of New York quick or we would be arrested. We left and I was so shaken from this experience, I spent 10 days in a mental hospital for my nerves. After witnessing the fear and vomiting, I was relieved to see him go. But later I still cry for what has happened to my intelligent son.

I want to add here too that my son gave Moon $1,400 he had in a local bank. And when he married he defaulted on a state school educational loan. I received a letter about this in January 1975 and I gave the state all the recent addresses I had for my son. My son told me when we saw him November 1975 that he thought Moon paid off his loan. We heard also from a reliable source that Moon charged each person he married $400. Moon now is sending out booklets “Way of World” to presently active Moonie’s parents to make us more understanding. The NERVE he has—we now NEVER get a letter from our son at all. I cannot understand why the U.S. government lets this terrible thing happen to us, the tax paying citizens, and this foreigner with a permanent visa makes fools of us. Someone must be getting paid off. The First Amendment we need, but our judges and law makers administer the law.

Name withheld

_____________________________________

A visit to Ann at Barrytown (1975)

At Barrytown all members must continually strive to lose their identity and become one with Moon’s will (1976)

Ken Sudo and the secret Barrytown 120-day training manual and Unification Church telephone fraud

Physically restrained against his will at Barrytown

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 2 Moon’s mass marriages are “a form of sex perversion”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 3 Our son “seemed to be in a bizarre world of science fiction”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 4 “only if she got rid of the baby and gave it up for adoption”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 5 Moon is a man devoid of of human compassion

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 6 “One of your ancestors was a peeping Tom.”

Voices of parents of children lost to the moonies 8 Many parents suffered heartbreak after losing their children to the Moonies

[vromansspecialbookstore]

A Warrior:

Get ready and wait for it. Speaking God. Being powerful is more than the mind. The house stands out. Being a passionate woman. You deserve it if you work hard by sacrificing time for so many years. The black make successful music. A music team encourages you to think smarter. The difference between judging and gossiping. Looking back at how i used to look like made me more powerful and beautiful inside. Even if caring hurts, do it anyway. I look in the mirror and know that's how I look like. If you are scared, just move on. Being a first time mother. I worked on the world tour and it was a learning process. I think about my weight. Connecting to your relationship. It wasn't too late to accept a guy. I have a job. I lost myself. Being onstage was the spotlight. Beauty perspective of your social media photo. I see myself. I will continue. Evolution of limits. Talking about songs. I never got sick of the song. Plan your future. The celebration of a wedding. It is power. Get it together. I know myself. Be perfect. Forgiveness. Be yourself. The weak versus the strong. The spotlight is at the moment. Woman Appreciation. Marriage Appreciation. Remember the stranger. Be anyone. The power of your food. Good feeling. Being different. I like the extra push. Hello happiness. Human flaws. A painful cloud. My favorite idol matches yours. A wealthy black. A beautiful mother raised a getaway. Friendships of the leader. A reflection of your baby photo. You created a celebrity. The difference of personalities. Knowing your flaws reach your pregnancy. A wedding spotlight changes everything about you. A growth in peoples favorites. Bless God. Eat the food. It is your life. Different reactions and opinions do matter. A fond couple. A beat up. Sisterhood. A different name. The abilities of Art Center. Pilates gave it a good grade. A cheerleader is beautiful. Sororities. Salad. Never make a mistake. A beautiful photo. Learning from your sister's beauty. You have to pass the test. The beauty of a disney fan. Alumnis. Just be happy with who you are. Raising your children to be successful. Watch tv. Flirt with your goddess bikini. Celebrity friends. Face surgery. Believe in each other. Your disabilities. Being different. Developing women. An award. Finding another job. Being raised by people at your job. Father and Daughter relationships. Being cute is a being a sushi. Majors. Santa's naughty and nice list. Being a brighter person. I talk about my dream guy. How a mother raised her son was unbelievable. Abortion. A spokesperson. A choreographer. Sexy clothes. Watching tv at my sleepover. I congratulated. I love everything about you. A hug. A dream hemisphere. A prodigy. A superstar. The sound of your voice carries me out. Protect your wallet. Photography retouch. Over achiever can do anything. Hair is valuable. Stalking the celebrities. Lose weight. Pray to God about your faith. A prop makes it better. You grew up to change yourself. My self defense. Shakespeare. Supporting each other to make money. Wearing makeup to go on a date. Being scared. A man's perspective. A chase for his dream girl. It is my choice. Being locked up in jail. Write in your planner. Being scared of the threat. Accept it. A different face. American Flag. $8/hour. Father and Mother relationships. Praying for the electricity's to work. Everyone is equal law. A reject from a job interview. RN art. Take care. It is a free country. Giving birth to twins. I am excited. Piano music. Love to respect. Natural beauty. Anxiety. A father passed. 1st lady. A fake. A shot of focus. Ambitious pride. Fast food. It happens. Move on from the past. Concentration. Boy and girl. A leader. Talking to your kid inside your stomach being pregnant. Using the computer. Money maker. You grew up. Bright color clothes. Fixtures of your eyes. The power of women's lead. Sushi date. Actress. A gold credit card. Exclusive collection. God sacrificed. Our personal lives matter. Connecting with children. A dot kit. Catch up. Massive color.

[hulijingemperor2]

Yao: Song'er. *feeds him soup* how are you, darling?

Rusong: much better, A-Die!!

Yao: excellent.

*caresses face* you're my dearest.

Rusong: *smile*

A-Die. A-Qing came to my room, and covered me.

Yao: that's delightful.

Rusong: not only that, but she fell asleep near my bed while hugging my sleeve. Then spent time with me

Yao: awwww.

A-Song, I think she likes you back, and cares for you. But she doesn't want to admit it.

Rusong: i feel it's about time I tell her my feelings. I can't loose someone who's so caring and vibrant.

Yao: go for it, A-Song.

Wait a sec.

Rusong: mhm.

Yao: *comes back with a little box* I commissioned a golden comb for my future daughter-in-law, your future wife and this empire's future Wangfei.

Rusong: really?! Why A-Die! How long were you planning my wedding?????

Yao: Song'er relax. I wasn't planning your wedding yet.

Rusong: yet?? *blush*

Yao: well maybe I did write down a few things in my journal.

Rusong: A-Die......what did you write.

Yao: *blinks innocently* nothin'

Ok fine. I was creating an invite list, seeing where to put 4 chocolate and wine fountains in the palace, and structuring out your five day festivities along with colour schemes and dress codes

Rusong: five days!!!! And colour schemes too?!

Yao: you know I plan when I'm bored. And also you're my son. My son deserves the world. Everything must glamorously be put in place.

Yao: *strokes head*  and I know that my A-Song will find someone he loves, and you two would carry on the Mengs and the fox spirit empire.

Now do you really like her?

Rusong: yes, very much.

Yao: *hands him* give her this comb to confess to her.

Rusong: alright. I will.

But what if--

Yao: Song'er, there's no what if. You're gorgeous and well mannered. And you have dimples.

If she rejects, then there are other young ladies out there.

Rusong: mn.

It's a beautiful comb by the way.

Little diamond studs, pink sapphire peonies, emeralds, and~~

Yao: some Burmese jewelry of course.

Rusong: stunning!

Yao: yes. You know your A-Die loves to travel. And I receive gifts from foreign people.

This comb is fit for a Wangfei.

Rusong: I agree.

Yao: best of luck, darling.

Rusong: thank you! And thanks for helping me.

Yao: no prob.

Rusong: before I confess, I'm going to tell team dimple.

Yao: my chaos crew. *laughs* ok Song'er. Go tell them. Later I got to help Zish decorate for Yanli's baby's one month ceremony.

Well it's not really a ceremony but more of a surprise.

Rusong: aw so cute!

Yao: yup.

Rusong: and Ling gege is really happy.

Yao: everyone is.

Rusong: what's the baby's name?

Yao: well since she's a girl. Her name is Ruhua.

Rusong: beautiful

~

Team Dimple: *idk, maybe simping over A-Yao*

Rusong: Team D.

Mo xuanyu: Song'er.

Su she: Little Dianxia. Are you ok?

Rusong: yea. My cold is gone, Uncle Su!

Su she: great.

Xue yang: waddup mini boss Dianxia.

Rusong: guys, I want to tell you something.

Mo xuanyu: *cries* we already know that you like that evil Lan lips. But we still love you either way.

Rusong: what? It has nothing to do with Lan lips. I mean Shizun.

I have a crush on A-Qing.

Su she: awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

Mo xuanyu: our tiny baby Song'er has a little crush. Omg. I feel so old. I held you in my arms as a baby!! Don't you know that. My little heart.

Team d, I'll be crying all week, so if you see my makeup running, you know why.

Su she: are we gonna turn gray soon.

Who'll get bald first?

Mo xuanyu: I hope it's not meeeeee. *sobs* you know how much money I spend on my hair treatments! And rice water imported from Dongying.

I did that to look nice for Yao gege by the way.

Xue yang: did you guys make out. That's really cute.

Rusong: no uncle muffin, lol.

And you guys are not going to get gray and bald. Because of cultivation.

Xue yang: this silly girl. She came here and seduced the hulijing Dianxia.

She played her cards right.

That's why she's my daughter.

But is it the other way around? Because you have Jiggy's face, and Jiggy is good at making people fall for him.

Su she: over all we're happy for you, Song'er. Does Huangdi know?

Rusong: yup.

Mo xuanyu: I hope you two have a lot of hulijing babies.

Xue yang: with dimples. They better have dimples.

You can squeeze all your genes into A-Qing if you want.

Su she: that's not how it works!

Xue yang: do I look like a doctor, Minshan. But Wen Qing once tried to teach me about medicine but she's too hot to be taken seriously.

And her lipstick is too distracting.

Mo xuanyu: lol. I can't relate. But Yao gege would look hot with lipstick on.

Su she: he looks good in everything.

Xue yang: he's smoking hot.

Rusong: oh team D. You always have to simp for A-Die, lol.

Su she: that's our profession.

Xue yang: it's Jiggy's fault for being so darn attractive.

Mo xuanyu: yea, I'm a Yao simp.

~~~

On the other side....

A-Qing: *looking at one of Rusong's gifts*

Xue yang: you really got some skill, Qingqing.

A-Qing: xue yang! Don't startle me like that!!

Xue yang: girl aren't you going to tell me about your little crush?! I popped you out of me!

A-Qing: no you didn't!!

Xue yang: spill, child!

A-Qing: ok fine. I do have a crush on Rusong.

Xue yang: ahhhhhhhhhh. Omg!!

You got my skill! Yea those dimpled people love our antics. Like look at Jiggy.

A-Qing: yea, I feel like he has his A-Die's charm.

Xue yang: *ruffles hair* look at you! Marrying into a rich family.

A-Qing: wow, wow, wow. Marriage! I'm not ready for that. And neither is Rusong.

We're just more than friends.

Xue yang: how are you supposed to make children for him!

A-Qing: we're still young! Xue yang!!

Xue yang: *laughing*

This little Dianxia is completely in love. He gave you gifts, a minor staff of maids, clothes. Heehee.

A-Qing: ohhh that's why he did that??? I didn't realise.

I thought that he was being a hospitable host.

Xue yang: I would have thought so too. Because Jiggy is great at hosting and making people feel comfortable.

Little Dianxia is just like Jiggy by the way.

A-Qing: *sigh* its just that I can't stop thinking of him. Especially when I sleep.

Xue yang: because you're a simp.

There's nothing wrong about being a simp. Do you accept your simping faith.

A-Qing: I....I feel like I do.

But xue yang, what if he rejects me.

Xue yang: then punch him in the face.

Ok no don't do that. He's the prince and Jiggy will kill me.

A-Qing: hahahahaha afraid of Jiggy.

Xue yang: no, I'm not afraid of that short--

A-Qing: oh hey Jiggy!

Xue yang: *turns around* IT WASN'T ME!! A-QING PUT ME UP TO THIS!! DON'T TAKE MY CANDY

Wait......no one's there.

You little pest.

A-Qing: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You popped me out right?

Xue yang: I wish I didn't. *rolls eyes*

My hips would have been smaller.

A-Qing: what hips.

Xue yang: xiao xingchen liked my hips.

A-Qing: he doesn't have any eyes!!

Xue yang: but he has hands to touch. Ten functional fingees.

A-Qing: unlike you.

Xue yang: you're very mean and savage.

A-Qing: how does it feel being bullied by someone younger than you?

Xue yang: *sarcasm* lovely.

Mo xuanyu: omg, spill sista. You really like Song'er? You took care of him when he was unwell.

Don't worry, sis, I'll do your makeup for you, to enhance your cuteness.

Su she: aw so sweet. Well I see that Song'er is happy when he's with you.

Xue yang: ahh you have classy taste. I knew that you liked Rusong since the day you walked in.

You can't hide things from me.

A-Qing: don't tell him anything! I don't know if he likes me back!! And I don't want to be heartbroken and rejected. 

Su she: but he bought you gifts. Of course he likes you back.

A-Qing: I want to hear it from him.

Mo xuanyu: gal knows what she wants. Love that!

Xue yang: that's how I raised her. Thank me later.

Su she: yangyang, you did a great job!

A-Qing: is Rusong looking for rich girls?

I'm not rich and fancy

Su she: he loves you for you. Song'er isn't a materialist.

Xue yang: he's humble just like Jiggy.

A-Qing: ooh.

Su she: are you going yo tell Huangdi? Huangdi will be so happy!

A-Qing: nop. I want to tell Jiggy along with Rusong. Before I don't want to come across as obsessive.

Mo xuanyu: A-Qing, you're so sweet.

Xue yang: you're a Yandere.

A-Qing: xue yang!

Xue yang: but you're smart. You can't tell Jiggy. He and Rusong are a team. They put everyone in chokeholds. It's us simps who has to fend for ourselves.

A-Qing: are we talking about my crush or the Sunshot campaign.

I'm getting mix signals.

Mo xuanyu: xue yang, don't scare her.

A-Qing: Anyways team D, I have to go back to Yi city soon. It's better to tell him before I leave.

Mo xuanyu: girl, you know what's a long distance relationship.

Also Song'er will miss you more.

Su she: right.

~~

Later on, in the Peacock empire!!

A-Yao was on top of Zixuan's shoulders while putting up decorations.

Yao: move a little to the left.

Zixuan: yea A-Yao.

Yao: *fixing*

Zixuan: can you reach it?

Yao: yup.

Zixuan: *wobbles a bit*

Yao: *laughing* don't drop me.

Zixuan: never Foxy.

Huaisang: I have never seen these two work in their lives ever since they became emperors.

Mo xuanyu: leave them alone.

Su she: Huangdi is a hardworking emperor, by the way.

Xue yang: go help them, Huaisang!

Zixuan: Foxy your tail is in my face.

Yao: sorry. It just appears when I stretch too much. *makes it disappear*

Zixuan: awww that's so cute!

Rusong: A-Die, uncle Zish. Where are your staff?

Zixuan: working on other things. But we want to help. To impress A-li.

Mo xuanyu: that's really sweet.

Zixuan: yup! That's why I called Foxy to help me.

Mo xuanyu: where's Saozi by the way?

Zixuan: she's spending some time in Yunmeng with her bros, a.k.a the attractive Jiang cheng and that niucence necromancer.

Mo xuanyu: ohh.

Zixuan: so I said that I should surprise her by decorating the palace for this auspicious day.

Yao: and I'm honoured to help Zish!

Mo xuanyu: you two make an awesome team!

Both: thank you!

Yao: *comes down from Zixuan's shoulder.* what next?

Zixuan: ummm. Let's go make a cake!

Yao: good idea! A-Yu, come help us.

Mo xuanyu: of course!!

Zixuan: guys, I have ordered some special tea.

Yao: ohh that's great. What's so special about it.

Zixuan: I can't tell you, Foxy.

I'm too shy.

Mo xuanyu: but you can tell me, right?! Spill the beans, Xuan gege!

Yao: you know you can't say no to xuanyu, Zishie.

Zixuan: fineee, lemme tell you two before I get a double dosage of puppy eyes.

It has an expensive aphrodisiac.

Mo xuanyu: *gasps* xuan gege!

Yao: gosh I thought you were innocent.

Zixuan: it's just an experiment.

Yao: oh dear.

Mo xuanyu: Yanli better beware of this horny peacock.

Zixuan: rude, lol.

[jadyn057]

Chapter 13 Fieldwork: Migration 

I had the pleasure of hearing the immigration story of my fathers friend carlos.​​Carlos is from Mexico he immigrated to the U.S when he was 10.Carlos, his brother and his single mother moved from the Mexico to the U.S.Carlos brother is 6 years old.When they came to the U.S the moved to california.Carlos mother Maria struggled to find a job after all she was a immigrant.Maria had planned on getting her green card for her and her family.Until then Carlos and his brother Alejandro attend public school in Inglewood california.Carlos started public school and his english wasnt so good.Carlos was bullied alot growing up for not being good at speaking english.Teachers explained to Carlos mother that he was still struggling after months to learn english.Carlos mom Maria got him tutor to help him learn english better even though she wa strugglish to pay the rent.Carlos was tutor up until 9th grade by that time Carlos was fluent in both spanish and english.Carlos still wasn’t the most popular in high school but he was really good at finance so he took statistics in highschool he was good at other subjects to for the average student but math was his best and Favorite subject.Carlos graduated high school with a 3.92 gpa and Salaturion he them went on to study finance at Harvard Univeristy.Carlos college experience was a the best four years of his life.His freshman year was amazing he met a group of friends and went to lost of college parties.Midway into his sophomore year Carlos met his first real girlfriend Elena he had crushes and went who dates in high school but Elena was different she was nothing like anyone he met before.Elena was nine-teen same age as Carlos she had brown hair and brown eyes and was about 5’4.Elena was a political science major she told Carlos that she’d aspire to be mayor one day.Carlos took Elena to the carnival on their the first date they had a great time they played carnival games carlos even won Elena a stuffed Ocatupus.Elena and Carlos dated all through college he even proposed to her on their graduation day from Harvard and the couple moved to houston texas.Carlos had just gotten a offer for his first finance job making six figures but Elena wanted to pursue law school.Carlos took the job and purchase a huge house with his fiance.Carlos and Elena had a small but intimate wedding in the virgin islands.When they returned home three months later Elena wasn’t feeling well and deiced to take a preganacy test she was three months pregnant.Carlos was so happy.Nine months later Carlos and Elena welcome a baby girl Isabella.Carlos 8 years later made CEO at his financed company.Carlos and Elena had now had a son name Diego.Today Carlos makes 7 figures he is a millionaire living in mansion in Houston Texas with his wife Elena who have been together for 20 years and married for 16 their daughter Isabella is 16 years of old in her Junior year of high school,their son Diego is 8 years old and they have another daughter Gabriella and shes 4 years old.Elena has now finish law school and she is a finance attorney working from home at the same company as her husband she is also a part-time stay at home mom.Carlos takes Vactions with his family every year.They have traveled to disney world even bali.

"Although my mother struggled to make ends meet she always will be my hero because she made sure my brother and I were ok. She believed we could do what she could not which is why she brought us to the U.S."- Carlos

Side Note: The name used in the story is to cover the person's identity.

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[midnightunderground-npcs]

Interview: Connor Talbot I

Dossier:

Name: Connor Henry Talbot I

Age: 61

Species: Werewolf

Circle: Night

Known Relationships: Catherine Talbot ( Wife ), Connor Talbot II & Clifford Talbot ( Sons ), Lilith Gaumond ( Mother ), Esmeray Talbot ( Daughter-in-Law ), Cameron Kiskadden ( Former Brother-in-Law ), Carmen Blakely ( ...aunt? )

Interview:

What's your name?

Setting his coffee down, Connor Sr. throws his son a cursory glance, desk full of paperwork and face unimpressed. “Same as yours, Connor Henry Talbot.”

How do you know Tabitha Spencer?

“No, not really. I know she’s a wolf, but she’s not part of this pack.” Belonged to Karlha’s if he remembered correctly, and beyond that, the girl wasn’t any of his concern. An Alpha meddled in another pack’s business for one of two reasons, and Connor Sr. wasn’t trying to poach the girl and he wasn’t looking to merge his pack. Whitlock and the rest of them weren’t much of his business if they were keeping themselves in line. “Couldn’t tell you any more than that.”

How do you know Jose Alves Cruz?

Artemis, these questions felt dumb as all else, but that’s how these things went anyhow. Simple was enough to get things in order; he’d have to ask his son if he was the man at the forefront of this investigation. A little show of leadership to see if he was anymore ready for the pack than he had been these previous years. “The mayor. Marcia’s husband, if memory serves. Never been more than acquaintances with the man though. He doesn’t have anything I’d ever want or need for the pack.”

How do you know Hollis Fiala?

“The same way everyone knows them, Connor, they’re a Circle Leader. Fae.” Like that wife of his. An amalgamation of everything there was to dislike about those creatures, made even worse by the fact that they were as outwardly Fae as they came. Everything his son’s wife could be if her whims ever dictated as much. “They’ve run in the same circles as us though, do their homework about werewolves. Can’t ever tell if it’s part of their crusade as leader of the people or if they just wanna learn how to put a leash on a dog. Faeries and werewolves though— oil and water.” Even if his son insisted they were anything else.

Did you see the shot/what happened that night from your perspective?

“I didn’t see the shooter or anything like that. After the first one, I was preoccupied with one of ours and everything after that was background noise.” An Alpha took care of his own before anyone else’s; he and Cathy had a responsibility to all these people they allowed inside of their faction, their extended family of sorts and so long as Rosemary was one of theirs, so long as she followed the rules laid out for her and the rest of them, she had their protection. But if she’d had anything to do with this scheme, whatever that was, there was no protecting Rosie from them. “She did real damage. Could’ve been worse though.”

When did you get the invitation for the party/know you were going to work it?

Pulling open a drawer to the right side of the table, Connor Sr. sifts through some keepsakes, an old birthday card from his sons, a picture of he and Kenny as kids, Connor’s wedding invitation, and finally he finds Thad’s anniversary card, “same as everyone else, I’m assuming. Your mother was the one to pull it from the mailbox,” he says, setting it down between he and his son. “You start going to these things when you make Alpha and it never stops, making connections, securing them. Cathy makes it bearable at least.”

Did you go with someone?

Connor Sr. leans back in his chair then, staring at the framed wedding picture sitting on his desk, “your mother, of course. You know damn-well that’s the only someone I’d ever take anywhere in this world.” Unlike his own father, Connor Sr. kept his promises; and Catherine made that easy. All these years they’d been together and he was unable to lover her any less. “Don’t go asking stupid questions like that.”

Do you own a gun/have you ever owned a gun?

“What wolf ever needs a gun?” Made no sense to keep those things when you had Artemis’ blessing— especially not a Talbot wolf, especially not with the Ascension. “I’ve never owned a gun in my life, and I’m not about to start now...you got anymore questions for me or can I get back to work? I’m actually gonna need you to pick up a shift tonight, your brother’s not feeling too well standing for so long. Think you can lend a hand?”