#which is also what happened last time our mom visited

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Empty Nester's (M)

Tags - manga spoilers, new manga ending because it's mine, Fem Reader, Reader is called mama, mom, etc. Cunnilingus, squirting, idk

"With the children away for the weekend, what do you guys have planned?” Makio was swaddled with your baby, 11 months old and so big already, she could easily be mistaken for much older than she is. She was like her daddy, big, smart, and sweet. Harumi had been visiting the Uzui’s on the weekends for the past month giving you and Gyomei a break but also preparing them for the arrival of their own bundle of joy in the coming months. Of course, you had spent weekends as a family with them but then it was suggested that she stay by herself. You compromised with all three of the kids staying with the Uzui’s that way at least Muichiro and Genya knew their sister and could help.

“I don’t think we are doing anything special, a night in, maybe we will get a full night of sleep” Gyomei laughed from the doorway where he was talking with Tengen, the boys crowding him as he talked of their weekend plans. Makio squinted, rolling her eyes before turning back to you. “How is Hinatsuru? Has the tea been helping ease her stomach? It was heaven sent for me, Shinobu had trained Aoi so well” Makio nodded, bouncing slightly as Harumi stirred from where she rested.

“She is doing much better, eating a lot more which we are grateful for. She had us all worried. But she is well, excited to see Harumi, I think the maternal instincts are already kicked in because she hasn’t stopped talking about Harumi since she left last weekend” You nodded, understanding the feeling, throughout your pregnancy just seeing babies made you want to cry from happiness, some mothers would even come chat when they noticed your heavy stomach, letting you gush over their baby.

“Yeah, but Harumi is also the sweetest girl, so patient and she loves her brothers so she’s happy when they are around” Harumi’s head lifted at the mention of her brothers. “You should head home before she falls asleep, she sleeps like her father at night and Hinatsuru may not get to play with her” You urged the Uzui wife back towards the door, Tengen noticing the movement moved to let Makio pass.

“That’s our cue then, we will see you all in 3 days, have a good night, and try not to have too much fun!” Tengen winked before turning to follow his wife, your sons leaving with a wave and a few air kisses before following as well, a row of little ducklings.

As the door slid shut your husband turned to you.

“Come on, I have something for you” He was rocky, still settling into the prosthetic leg, it made him sway a lot when he walked but he no longer had to hold onto your shoulder, he could walk just by holding your hand which was an improvement. He was still hesitant about holding Harumi while standing but that would happen with time, just had to be patient.

“You’ve been so patient with us, every single one of us, from the boys to Harumi, and to me. Since the fall of the demons almost 2 years ago you’ve been so attentive and working nonstop, making sure everyone is comfortable and happy, you’ve kept everyone fed and bathed. You even changed our bandages and helped us bathe, which is no small feat. You did so much and I just wanted you to know how grateful I am, and how grateful the boys are to have you, to call you my wife, to call you a mother. I am so happy to be here with you, to have been given the chance to stay on this planet with you and live happily.” He paused his speech as you got to the backyard, lit with lanterns and decorated with flowers. There was a large blanket in the middle of the yard, filled with pillows to create what looked like the coziest bed ever. Sitting next to the bed was a tray lined with snacks and wine alongside 2 glasses.

“What is all this? When did you do all this?” You turned towards your husband of 5 years someone who you had watched grow into the beast of a man before you today, so gentle and loving and at the same time he held power you couldn’t even imagine carrying after knowing him for 8 years he still gave you butterflies.

“Had some help, you are quite oblivious when you are with Harumi so it was easy, she loves her mama just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman and I’m so honored and blessed to call you my wife.” Your eyes watered at the thought behind this surprise and his sweet words, you hadn’t put thought into the things you did, there was a house to run and a family to take care of after they literally saved the world, the least you could do is take care and help them, it was almost natural, you had been taking care of Gyomei’s injuries since you had first met in the wisteria house your family-owned, although it was closed now, once again it was just a home but more than welcome to those who were former corps members.

“I don’t know what to say” his hands moved to your back, gently guiding you towards the bed, the warmth from the overwhelming amount of candles provided such comfort that it didn’t take long for your muscles to relax as you sunk into the cushions and pillows.

“you don’t need to say anything, just relax, enjoy your night” There was a soft smile on Gyomeis face as he sat down, stretching his legs. “c’mere let me hold you” his words were quiet, like a whisper to draw you into his space, you didn’t hesitate before moving between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest while he wrapped you in his arms, letting his hands rest on your thighs. You both sat in silence, enjoying the clear night with the stars shining so bright you could probably see without the candles, but they provided extra comfort to your night. It was nice having a night with just the two of you, it was something that you hadn’t experienced in years. Between them fighting Muzan and having to relearn how to live normally, to giving birth to your daughter there was always a full house. Now they were able to leave, more than ready to get out of the house and spend time with their friends and family. It was something you weren’t quite ready for. Large hands were wiping away tears before you could realize you were crying.

“What ails you? What can I do?” Gyomei was soft as he addressed you, still holding your cheek as you relaxed back into him.

“They are all leaving, they can leave us now” you sniffled, turning around to face your husband, sitting on your knees. “Gyomei, the boys are gonna get married and leave” Deep down you knew it was ridiculous to think that they would suddenly leave, they were only 17 but you were dating Gyomei at 19 and he was 22, they could leave at any age. Gyomei smiled, his clouded eyes flickering about.

“Let’s slow down, no one is going anywhere. They are spending the weekend with the Uzui’s, and no one is getting married anytime soon unless we marry them off. Lay back, listen to that quiet, no kids, no screaming or fighting, no crying. Tranquility. S nice isn’t it?” You sat back, taking Gyomei’s advice and listening to the world around you. “What do you hear?” you listened close, relaxing into the embrace of your beloved and closing your eyes to truly listen.

“I hear the trees as they shake.”

“Mhm”

“I hear The birds sing their young to sleep. It sounds like they are getting tired” You were focusing, you swear you were, but his hands were distracting, wandering from your hips. His touch started slow, just rubbing your sides like he did when you wanted to relax, but then they started to move inwards, resting on your stomach and moving up.

“What else do you hear” His voice was low like he was telling you something you were allowed to hear, trying to hide it from the world.

“um…” You couldn’t focus on the sounds, not when he cupped one of your breasts, applying pressure as he leaned into your neck, wet kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone.

“focus, what’s going on?” The tone of his voice was a warning, a baritone hum as he continued his ministrations, biting into the skin of your neck as you leaned to the side, giving him more access.

“Frogs” is all you got out, moaning as one hand undid the ties to your clothing and the other continued to fondle you.

“good girl, what else” He paused, leaning back to watch each inch of your kimono fall off your shoulders and reveal your skin.

“I-“ a moan interrupted you as both his hands went to work, pinching the nipple of one breast while massaging the other. His lips still danced along your skin, slowly compared to his rough hands. “The river” He hummed into your skin, encouragement to continue as he worked like he was tuning a violin, plucking the strings of your pleasure until he had it just right. “You” Your answer was met with his hands removing themselves from your body, his mouth detaching itself from your skin. You sat up, turning to look at your husband.

“Yeah? What do I sound like?” His disheveled hair and lack of prayer beads had him looking almost feral, his hooded gaze staring down at you as he crawled over you, moving you until your back hit the ground, looking up at him. Your answer never came as he engulfed you in a kiss, claiming your lips as his own. You couldn’t stop the moan that erupted as one of his hands found purchase on your hip, pulling the band of your panties until they snapped back at your skin. Your tongue grazed his lip, asking for more, and was met with a hasty reply. Your mouths danced so familiarly with one another, like every movement of the other's tongue was rehearsed, practiced an infinite number of times over, each clash of teeth and head tilt a piece of intricate choreography. Gyomei pulled back gasping, head tilting towards your ear.

“You know what I want?” He hummed pressing a kiss to your collar, lips wet with your shared saliva. You made a noise of acknowledgment, too high-strung by his constant touches everywhere but where you wanted. You're sure if you looked down you would see your panties soaked through, uncomfortably damp but you couldn’t care less. “I want to be the one to listen to the pretty noises you make when you cum on my tongue” Your breath hitched as he placed another kiss on the slope of your breast, moving his way down your body, with teasing touches and wet kisses. “Okay?” He continued his path down your body, nipping at your hip bone, tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he nosed at your panties.

“Yes sir”

“Good girl” His praise was accompanied by his tongue, licking at the wet patch that had stained your panties. He was never a patient man when it came to pleasure, you had grown used to it, he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to take it if you let him, and who were you to deny your husband of such pleasures? He pulled aside your panties, not bothering to slide them off your hips, just revealing the glistening beauty of your pussy. The groan he let out was pure sin like a predator warning its prey before it eats them. Which is what he planned on doing. Gyomei didn’t waste time, diving into the heat of your pussy. His tongue flicked at your throbbing clit, teasing and divine. He went from flicking to sucking, not wasting a breath between both, switching the rhythm to keep you on edge. You reached down, hoping to hold onto him as grounding, afraid you would float away in the thralls of pleasure.

“Mei, please don’t stop” You moaned a symphony for him, following the beat of his tongue. 2 fingers pushed their way into your heat, thick and practiced it was almost too natural for him to do it, like he was using the hand to tighten the ropes of your pleasure, cranking at them in hopes they would break. He hummed into you, enjoying his meal thoroughly, eyes closed like he was lost in his own heaven and that ad you clenching, teetering on the edge of orgasm thinking he was enjoying this as much as you. By the way you could make out the subtle shift of his hips against the ground, you had no doubts he was. His fingers curled upwards, thrusting in at a speed faster than his tongue. You fell, the pleasure quickly overwhelming your body jolted, trying to breathe through the pleasure. You saw stars, eyes rolling back for a few seconds as his ministrations continued, not wanting to slow and end his own pleasure. Another groan resonated through your core that had you yelping, an unfamiliar swirl in your stomach itching forward.

“C’mon baby” He moaned again, begging for your body, and his hand continued it work, mouth quickly attaching back to your overly sensitive bud. A second orgasm came crashing down on you, a litany of explants leaving your mouth as you released all pent-up energy, coating your husband's face in a stream of pleasure. He lapped eagerly at your sex, not wasting a drop of you, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as well while you tried to come back to earth, breathing heavily and holding weakly to the and that still held your panties to the side. Gyomei sat on his heels, rubbing at your tighs while you tried to get ahold of yourself.

“You did so good mama’s, so good for me, huh?” His tone was encouraging. He was careful as he moved your legs together, giving him room to lay next to you, a space heater for your bare body, still recovering. You looked at him through lidded eyes, a sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“Gyomei,” You whispered, still breathless. He smiled, pulling you into his chest so you could snuggle in, using your kimono as a blanket to cover you and keep you warm.

“I’m here” He pressed a kiss to your head, damp, but you didn’t care.

“Thank you” He hummed, knowing that this was just the beginning of a long night.

[matan4il]

Buddie 615 meta

Before we really get into it, I’m just gonna snicker for a second over the fact that the death doula is named Natalia. Why? The name is related to the Latin term for Christmas Day, which is the holiday when Jesus was born. So the word that the name comes from is related to birth, natal. There’s a touch of irony there, that they gave this name to the girl who is not just a death doula, but who looks like she’s actually into death (who thinks dying for a few minutes is cool or amazing. I have to say, it’s not. It’s a good thing to accept death as a part of life, one that heightens life’s meaning, and help others do the same, it’s another to think that the physically and emotionally scarring experience of being dead for a few minutes is “cool”) and I think that’s an interesting tone to choose when introducing Buck’s new Love Interest. (if you’re into it, you can find more name meanings for 911 characters here) ~~

The scene of Eddie and Chris at the cemetery was very touching. It also spoke volumes on how Buck has taken the same role in Christopher’s life as Shannon. We saw in eps 611 as well as this one that Chris is hoping to be heard by the parent that life has taken away from him (Shannon for good, Buck temporarily). What I find interesting is that with the hospital visit, Eddie must understand this on some level. Even with the guardianship reveal, no one has ever explicitly referred to Buck as Chrstopher’s other dad. But he is, and moments like this cement it. We talk about these parallels, but Eddie gets to live them. He witnesses with his own eyes his son talking about Buck in the same way he does about Shannon. Eddie KNOWS what Buck is to their family unit and it’s not just an emergency guardian. ~~

Which connects me to something I touched upon in my 614 meta, Eddie’s journey. He’s supposedly been okay with dating again since 406, but in the last ep we discovered that he’s still held back by past trauma from his failed relationship with Shannon. She’s featured heavily in this ep, too. Her being Christopher’s mom means she’s a presence in Eddie’s life who will always be there. A reminder of how things can go wrong, meaning romantically, but also just in terms of how unexpected death can be.

It pained me to go from Eddie admitting in 614 that he didn’t want to be alone, to him echoing the words of their deceased vic, “We’re all gonna die alone.” That’s something I’ve heard people saying not so much regarding the question of whether there would be someone by your side when you pass away. More like, when death claims us, we all embark on that last journey into the dark unknown on our own. Whether there’s something after death or not, we’ll all discover that completely by ourselves. That’s such a deeply lonely thought, and we see Eddie trying to deal with it in this ep by not postponing seeing his parents. He realizes he was wrong to assume they got time, because death might come for us at any given moment, just like it happened with Shannon. It’s a continuation of his journey, which is obviously not over yet, but to me it’s quite surprising how this week’s ep actually joined Buck and Eddie’s with the common theme of death, but specifically death intertwined with their romantic life. I think each of them is such a fascinating character in its own right, so why the need to connect their journeys like this? I am staring at you, 911. ~~

I was happy that Eddie brought up what a bad idea it is for Buck to be dating someone they helped on a call. This has been a theme with Buck since he meets the snake lady on a call in 101, through Ali in 202, Taylor in 206 and now Natalia. In other words, this has a big, red sign al over it that says it’s doomed to fail, but our Buck is once more failing to notice that. Hopefully the rest of the events in 6b will help him learn and stop making this particular mistake, where he connects his idea of having self-worth only as a firefighter with thinking he can only be romantically desirable to those he helps on calls. ~~

I wrote in this ask reply about the insanity of how Buck and Eddie seem to always start dating again in consecutive eps. As if 911 is not unhinged enough about that, we also have Buck and Eddie being obstructive with the other guy’s dating attempts, first Buck suggesting ghosting to Eddie as a way of blowing off his date with Vanessa in 614, and now Eddie right away pointing out that it’s not a great idea for Buck to be dating Natalia.

We have seen Buddie dating multiple people over the course of almost 5 seasons now, and not a single time have we seen either man on screen approve of their best friend’s romantic partner. Almost like there’s just no one who’s good enough for the man they love so much, right? No one, because on some level, they know what we do, too. That no one else can compete with what the two of them have together. Which is why none of these LIs feel right and acceptable as partners for their best friend. ~~

I love that right off the bat, we got a reminder that Eddie knows Buck better than everyone, on very intimate levels. Just like Eddie knew when Buck was having an emergency session with Dr. Copeland back in 404, while even Bobby as their captain didn’t, we now saw Eddie knows how well Buck handles his taxes. It’s such spouse behavior. Most of us do not have best friends who keep tabs on how we handle governmental bureaucracy, right? But then the end of this ep circles back to this idea and gives us that scene at the cemetery where Eddie proves that this is true not just when it comes to the small things of daily life. He sees Buck, knows him, understands him and Eddie accepts him in every possible way. Which is why he can say that Buck has indeed been different since the lightning strike, an awareness we don’t hear from anyone else, not even from Maddie, Buck’s very close and loving sister.

It reminded me of how Buck said in 309 that Eddie can be honest with him. Then in 511 Buck repeated a variation of that, saying Eddie doesn’t have to pretend with him. In 513 and 514, Eddie got to be indeed fully open with Buck, just as this was paralleled in 612, where Buck was honest with Eddie. This ep continued to expand on this theme, with Eddie reassuring Buck that he doesn’t need to be anything for anyone. And I loved that in an ep where Buck has just started dating someone new, where he thinks she sees him better than anyone, the person who still gets him the most is Eddie, and that’s the person Buck shares himself with the most, too. There is not a single thing Natalia said to him or that he said to her during their date that can rival the intimacy of the cemetery talk. And if Buck still needs a wake up call to see that, well. I do think there’s a good chance he’ll get one, maybe even very soon.

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[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || ACT II PREVIEW // previously

parings -> riki nishimura x readerg enre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> neglectment / rejection word count -> 1k

abstract -> sometimes certain sacrifices have to be made.

y/n's perspective

The party was fine… despite our hybrids glaring at each of us. Karina was his hybrid who… didn’t like me. While Niki… looked like he wanted to jump my new fake boyfriend at any moment. 

Our parents thought it was a good idea because they thought we were a little too close to them. What I didn’t know was that he was in a relationship with his hybrid. We were both the same, and we’d both have to lie for the time being so our hybrids wouldn’t get the treatment we feared.

“I was thinking of having her join those classes!” he said and she scoffed. “I don’t think you should. I didn’t want Niki to but he begged for them” I explained and he nodded. “Yeah, listen to your shiny new girlfriend,” she scoffed, and he sighed. 

She had every right to be angry… but I didn’t want to be physically involved with him. 

“y/nnie I wanna go home” Niki begged and I did too but we had a quota to finish before leaving. “I do too!” Karina also added to her owner and I chuckled. 

“Hey, Niki? Should we go to the street market after?” I ask and his eyes light up. 

“Do you really need to ask?” he said happily as Karina was now trying to be comforted by her owner. “Do… you have to fake date that guy?” he asked and I sighed. 

“Niki… my parents want to set me up in an arranged marriage,” I said and he stopped walking to look at me. “W-what?” he asked and I sighed. “At first they wanted me to marry Hyunsuk, but he refused thankfully and then he rebelled so they dropped it for a bit. But… They wanted me to start dating friends and they gave me this huge list of boys to see if I got along with them.” I confessed and he looked… upset. “Of course I said no,” I said and he nodded as he hugged me tightly. 

“He was one of them… but it seems like we have a similar situation to him. There are rumors about him, and how he’s in a relationship with his cat hybrid Karina '' I said and he hummed. 

“Trust me… I won’t let them actually marry me off. I plan to stall until I have my own income and then, you and me!” I said and he chuckled. “We should live in Japan,” he offered. 

“We should! Then we’d be free to do what we wanted” 

niki’s perspective

She wasn’t kidding when she said she got a list. 

Hyunsuk, Junghwan, Chenle, Seonghwa, so many but I also know some of them would never agree which meant she would choose and her parents would handle it. 

I wonder… What would happen if we ran away like Hyunsuk’s sister?

While looking through her messages with her mom about this stupid arranged marriage… I saw something. “You’re planning on studying abroad?” I am now excited to see Kyoto University as her option with her mom. She smiled… “Snooping now aren’t you?” she teased and I chuckled. 

“Yeah… Chenle was telling me how his friend is currently in China and how it was a good break for her. Especially since she’s an art student, she’s getting over the artist block and I thought… this would be a good way to avoid the rumors and dating situation to get out of hand” she said and I grinned. 

“Where should we go first?” I asked and she chuckled. “Hmm… we have a lot to do there don’t we?” she asked and I nodded. 

This was different from visiting Japan with her parents… we had no supervision and could go anywhere without being asked where. 

“I do want to do some shopping in Shibuya, '' she said and I chuckled. “I want to go to Akihabara! We have to see what cafes have events soon!” 

We were finishing up this semester early so we could have a head start in Japan. So this was my last etiquette class… I wanted to say bye to Jake but I don’t know what happened for him not to show up. 

“That dog stole your coat, you know?” I heard and saw the bird. My coat that I left? “He also ran… not like I blame him,” he said. “Hybrids have chips though–” “They do… but you can easily cut them out” he explained and I sighed. Hybrids who ran away often were found easily… someone could report it. 

“I don’t think he’ll last that long. They’ll find him easily” he added and I wondered… “Why didn’t you snitch?” I asked and he scoffed. “If I could run, I would too…” he said as he went to his seat by himself. He’d run away too? 

It sometimes made me realize… the hybrids here, the majority, were miserable. Under either adoption programs or… rich kids with too much money. 

Jay was a bird hybrid… exotic here for Korea often found in North America. Some hybrids were happy… but most were miserable. Jay and Sunoo were examples that I knew of… the bird hybrid has a reputation of being a good and responsible hybrid but never could stay with an owner for more than a few months. He was a free trial hybrid so others could see what they wanted in a hybrid to have a reference and then dispose of him. 

Whilst Sunoo was a popular hybrid known for his looks but also for how fidgety the fox was… his owner was one that I hated. When we were younger we often talked and got along but with how his owner became more and more bitchy y/n no longer associated herself with her and so I never talked to him again. 

Even Jake I guess… he was so desperate that he must've been given bad news. 

It made me feel guilty at times but it wasn’t my fault I was given someone who actually cared about me. 

“Stop that before I tell your owners!” the professor said as she scolded a group of hybrids throwing stuff at the deer hybrid on the other side. “His antlers are in the way!” Sunghoon said… he’s another example of a miserable hybrid. 

“Idiots” I heard as I saw the black cat hybrid who always sat in front of me say bored out of his mind. 

Maybe… I just quit these classes?

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I found this blog through a reblog and decided I’d poll Tumblr whether I’m the asshole. And the reason I’m concerned is because my mother (53 f) doesn’t think I’m the asshole, and that’s a bit of a red flag.

My sister (22 f) was home from college for break. She was to be traveling out of state to visit her boyfriend (23 m). Meaning, she was going to be flying in the continental US. As such, she needed a 1 qt, clear, plastic bag for her travel liquids. My family has several durable and clear plastic bags (as opposed to ziplocks) for this very purpose.

But rather than use one of these empty bags, she emptied my care bag.

This bag is fairly small. It usually holds my acne medication, including topical creams, tablets, prescribed moisturizer, etc… in travel sizes for me to take with me to work. I also include my migraine meds and lactose pills in this bag, among other things. And it fits perfectly within my backpack’s side pocket (which is why I bought it).

I noticed immediately that she had taken it as she had just dumped the contents all over my bathroom counter. So, I called her and told her that she needed to return it to me (at the time, she was only an hour away and her flight wasn’t for another week). She tried to play it off at first. “What bag?” Then she tried to reason that it wasn’t a big deal. Then she told me she didn’t want to make her bf drive an hour to return the bag to me as it’d put them an hour back in their drive, so I should just let it go.

And the reasonable part of me thinks… maybe I should? Maybe I should just go out and buy a new bag? Like… it’s annoying that she took it without asking and dumped everything out of it. It’s annoying that the bag doesn’t even meet TSA requirements as she claimed (it’s black and not completely clear). It’s annoying that I had asked her if she needed me to get her anything up for her night before and that rather than ask for help, she took something. And it’s annoying that she didn’t use the clear bags provided to her by our mother.

But the thing is… it’s not just the bag. This happens with all my stuff. It got so bad when I was a teen that my father put locks on all my drawers and doors that only I had keys to (my parents did have a spare set in the event I lost mine that they— ironically— “lost”).

EX: I have a pair of Levi jeans that I bought with a gift card from my grandparents. Levi’s are— well— expensive. Earlier last year, before she went back to school after break, I noticed they were missing. I called her and told her I was angry about this. She insisted I was “insane” and that she would never take them and that I likely misplaced them or lost them (I do have memory problems, combo of ADHD and whatever causes my migraines). My father helped me look for them. He even looked through her stuff. They *were not* in the house. But 5 months later after she came home from college, I found them under my bed (they were not previously under my bed). “See, I told you that you lost them.”

So, I told her that she needed to find a way to return the bag to me and that under no circumstances was she allowed to leave the state with it (if she did, there wasn’t much I would’ve or could’ve done about it, so I was hoping this ultimatum would work). And I said that if she didn’t return it, I would tell our mom about all the unused, unopened pregnancy tests she was stocking and hiding in her room (found when I went looking for spoons as she hides my mother’s spoons after using them). She told me “You’re insane. It’s just a bag,” but she did mail it back to me and I got it in time for work that Monday.

My mother says I was justified in demanding it back (she doesn’t know about the unused tests), but she is often petty and demanding and blows up or snaps at the smallest things. So, I am concerned that I made a big deal of nothing or that I took it too far.

AITAH? ESH?

What are these acronyms?

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＊ Like A Force Of Nature by @reminiscingintherain [T, 30k, Zayn/Liam]

“Yes, that’s it. You’re sat over by the window, next to Liam Payne. He’s in Year 10, so a year below you. I’m sure you’ll find lots to talk about though.” Zayn sighed and turned slowly, looking in the direction that Mr Murs had pointed. Sat at a table, with his arms folded as he gazed out of the window – which just so happened to have a sudden shaft of sunlight shining through to surround him, making him appear angelic in the watery winter beams – was a solid-looking lad. As though hearing his name, he turned to face Zayn, a curious and seemingly hopeful expression on his face. Zayn took a deep breath and manoeuvred his way through the tables and chairs, shrugging out of his bag and dropping it carefully to the floor as he took his seat. “Hi,” said Liam, giving him a friendly smile. “Hi…” Zayn replied, feeling like his insides had melted into goo at the simple word. Well, shit.

Or; the Heartstopper AU no one asked for.

＊ Pay It Forward by @reminiscingintherain [M, 3k, Zayn/Louis]

Zayn's agreed to be a sperm donor for his lesbian friends. Louis' his best friend, and he supports Zayn's decision... right?

＊ I Can Only Hold You by @lululawrence [NR, 8k, Louis/Jordan North]

Louis closed his eyes, genuinely concerned that the omega was not just teetering on the edge of depri, but had already fallen fully into it. “How long has it been since you’ve had any stimms in your system at all?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh…” Jordan went quiet for a moment. “Not sure. My brain feels kind of foggy, Lou. But it’s been since probably Wednesday? Maybe?”

“Wednesday of this week?” Louis asked hopefully. If it had only been a matter of days, this might be withdrawal symptoms from the stimms and not full on touch deprivation.

“No, Wednesday of last week. I think. It might actually have been the week before? Oh god, that’s really bad, isn’t it?”

When Louis learns Jordan is close to falling into depri, he rushes over to help. What follows is so much more than either of them planned for.

＊ You Just Be Yourself by @lululawrence [NR, 13k, Harry/Louis]

“Thanks, Mom.”

Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond.

“Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared.

“I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone.

Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

＊ call me any, anytime by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry’s plans for the night are interrupted by an unexpected FaceTime call.

＊ Feelin' So Good Right Now by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 1k, Harry/Louis]

Louis, a just-turned vampire, enjoys his enhanced touch sensation.

＊ Pick Someone Supportive by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 333 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis sighed and turned to look at Harry, the other boy laughing at something Zayn had said on the phone. "He's just- way out of my league, you know? Besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me like that. Having him as a friend is more than enough."

OR The one where there may be a chance for romance in Harry and Louis' future after all.

＊ I wish you would've cheated (but you smashed my heart to pieces) by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 292 words, Louis & Zayn, Louis/Harry]

“Lou, what happened?” Zayn whispered, entering the room and climbing onto the bed straight away. He immediately laid on his side, face to face with his friend. “He doesn't love me, Zee,” Louis replied, voice cracking and tears pooling in his eyes as Zayn pulled him into his arms.

Or Zayn didn't quite know what to expect when his best friend had begged him to come over, but the last thing he did expect was a heartbroken Louis and a convieniently missing Harry.

＊ Scarred by @allwaswell16 [E, 23k, Louis/Harry]

As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

＊ The Tiniest Moves by @allwaswell16 [T, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]

Coffee shop owner Nick Grimshaw may or may not have come to work on his day off in the hopes that fresh-off-his-world-tour Louis Tomlinson might stop by.

＊ It's You by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Louis]

Five times alpha Louis talks to omega Lou and one time he admits he wants more from his omega clone

＊ Don’t Embarrass Me, Motherfucker by @allwaswell16 [T, 1k, Harry/Louis]

Harry comes home from work to find Louis and their parrot are up to something. A Darcy the Parrot time stamp

Part 2 of That's How I Know

＊ Counting Lipstick Stains Where You Should Be by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 6k, Harry/Louis]

Louis doesn’t know how he ended up with Harry’s makeup after they split, but pretty soon he’s got lipstick on his mouth and black-tipped fingers wrapped around himself as he contemplates all that he lost. Part 2 of Played With Myself (Where Were You?)

＊ Remember Me As A Time Of Day by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 67k, ot5]

It's the 20th anniversary of the One Direction hiatus, and the powers that be have decided that it's time for a reunion tour, and ideally, an album. Can five middle-aged lads thrust into a house in the middle of nowhere to make music sort out two decades worth of hurts, grudges, and resentments and come together with enough love to make a show - and a relationship - that works?

＊ (on the edge until) you pull me in by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Louis brings his hands up to rub at his eyes. The light from the streetlight is painting his room in pale halogen yellow and grey. A car zips by in the night, the sound of tires across damp asphalt a comforting constant.

He sets aside the details, and imagines it again. A faceless man. A rich one. Gay, also, obviously, or at least queer. Maybe he’d have a nice voice, Louis always did like a nice voice. Deep, maybe slow and deliberate to contrast with Louis’ own tendency toward high-pitched chattering.

He’d have to smell good, Louis’s always been picky about how his dates smelled. Not that he’s had all that many in the first place, but it’s something he’s always cared about. A full head of hair, too, that’s important. Maybe some curls.

Louis lets a hand run down his chest. His dick is not about to fall off, thank you very much, Niall, but it has been a while since he’s had time for a wank. He doesn’t really have time now – he’s got to get up in three and half hours and get breakfast, but oh well. It’ll feel good enough to be worth the extra lost sleep.

＊ Your A-Team, Your Endgame by @silverkiiwii [E, 70k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis work like a well oiled machine, completely in sync when it comes to their designing and working together but as soon as the curtains are down, they hate each other's guts.

Partnered together and forced to work as a team, will the off-camera tensions bleed on-camera? And when the stakes are as high as two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, can they afford to let that happen?

Or a Next In Fashion au where Louis and Harry are partnered in the competition but they do not get along when they have to if they want to win. Full of fashion, banter, misunderstanding and a whole lot of making each other blush.

＊ everything of mine is yours by @blueskiesrry [E, 33k, Louis/Harry]

"Did you two have a good time?”

Harry in his bathroom, brushing his teeth with frizzy hair and tired eyes. Harry on the couch cuddled up with Posy, cradling her in the crook of his elbow, humming a soft song. Harry laughing with his friends in a pub on a Friday night, a flower field in his eyes. Harry in his bed tucked under the covers, naked against fresh sheets like a shock of moonlight cutting through a storm.

“Yeah,” he says. “We did.”

or: With Harry in New York finishing up his PhD and Louis in London working as a solicitor, they try to navigate their eight year situationship including almost-daily phone calls, the occasional indulgence of casual phone sex, and endless gossip sessions as the feelings they have for each other get harder to ignore.

＊ Slippery When Wet by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 3k, Harry/Louis, Harry/Zayn, Zayn & Louis]

Harry has a habit of hot tubbing topless, to both the delight and dismay of her housemates Louis and Zayn. When it gets to be too much for Louis one day, she flees to her room to take care of herself, only to be surprised by Zayn showing up in her doorway and suggesting they take mutual advantage of Louis' view of the back garden where Harry's still enjoying her hot tub time.

In which Louis finds out the only thing hotter than Harry is getting off a few feet from a good friend who finds her just as overwhelming.

＊ do not want this show to end by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Louis/Steve Durham]

Louis's obsessing over his vocal performance after his For Every Question Why Livestream show. Steve helps him take his mind off it.

＊ Louis and the no good, very bad day by @haztobegood [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Tap, tap. Honk!

Louis sits up quick. Over by the sliding glass door that leads to his small balcony, a white goose with bright orange beak taps at the glass.

Honk!

Louis collapses back into the bed with a groan. Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, there’s a fucking goose stuck on his balcony.

＊ Figure This Out by @haztobegood [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is everything Harry could have imagined when he’d typed “silver fox enthusiast” into his Grindr profile. Too bad he's probably scared Louis off by giving him too many expensive gifts.

＊ Lost But Won by @2tiedships2 [NR, 16k, Harry/Louis]

“If you start out by talking about your weekend of golfing I swear to god I will stab you with a pen,” Louis said by way of greeting. “You’ll have to give me a few minutes though so I can see if I even own a pen. But the warning stands.”

“Hello to you too, dearest Louis,” Niall yelled from where he still sat on the couch next to Harry.

There was a clunk on the floor and what sounded like shoes hitting the wall as Niall announced, “We have a guest. You might want to save stabbing me until you don’t have a witness.”

“Well if they are obsessed with golf then…” Louis trailed off as he made his appearance in the living room.

Harry’s mouth dried up. This was not the alpha that Niall had described.

When Harry loses his passport after a weekend trip to see Niall, the inconvenience of being stranded in America becomes a little more bearable after meeting Louis. Or a lot more bearable.

＊ Fiction, Future & Predictions by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

“It had been a warm Sunday morning when Harry went for his stroll.”

— Harry Styles is in love with Louis Tomlinson.

＊ We Are World Class by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [E, 50k, Louis/Harry]

In the midst of Louis' divorce, Harry and Louis have to keep their relationship a secret. When Harry falls pregnant, they find that this is not as easy as one might think.

or, the footballer!Louis & actor!Harry AU where everyone is way too interested in their sex life.

＊ I'll Still Feel the Same Around You by @crinkle-eyed-boo [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

He finds himself wishing that the bedsheet would slip down a few more inches so he could get a good look at Harry’s perfectly pert–

Louis’ breath hitches as his cock stirs, suddenly very interested in this train of thought.

Oh.

Oh.

The answer to all of Louis’ troubles is so fucking obvious he can’t believe he didn’t think of it until now.

Nothing puts him to sleep like a good orgasm.

Louis finds the cure for his insomnia in the form of his husband.

＊ Miracle Massages by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [T, 3k, Louis/Harry]

It took some effort, but Harry finally got his mouth to cooperate. “Wanna take a bath,” he mumbled.

“Alright.” There was a small pause. “Are you gonna move?” Louis asked, the amused smile audible in the question.

OR Alpha Louis pampering his pregnant Omega, Harry. Featuring nests, a sprinkle of angst, and belly massages. part of a series but can be read independently. Part 4 of Becoming Family

＊ You've Got A Friend In Me by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

The preview showed a WhatsApp from Harry, saying ‘you’ve got a friend in me’. While Louis was still looking, a second text appeared, simply the smirking emoji.

Confused, he swiped the app open to reply.

Louis: are you suggesting we watch toy story?

Harry: not quite

Louis: ???

OR Harry sends a naughty picture while Louis is at work and phone sex ensues

＊ Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie [E, 25k, Louis/Harry]

Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

Louis isn’t waiting with bated breath for his soulmate either. He has more important things to worry about than love. Mainly, his career as a writer, publishing under a pseudonym. He spends most of the year buried under research and manuscripts, taking as much time as he would like, much to his publishers' chagrin. After receiving many millions after the death of his Aunt Ethel when he was young, he technically never has to work again. As far as soulmates go, he figures if it happens, he will be so old that he’ll be stuck in his ways. Or he’ll have grey eyes forever, he doesn’t fucking care. He can get his needs met through a sugar baby website.

Or… The Sugar baby soulmate AU

＊ Come On and Rescue Me by @kingsofeverything [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis only intends to watch his hot neighbor’s Instagram live, but he winds up with his hand down his pants.

＊ Tossing Round Like Coins by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 25k, Louis/Harry]

“No, no it’s fine.” Louis rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “I guess I’m just not used to hearing another alpha talking about taking a knot is all. You caught me off guard a bit, but I don’t mind.”

Harrys look of embarrassment soon morphs into a smirk. “Not a lot of knot talk in the locker rooms then?”

Louis laughs. “Oh yeah there is. But it’s more like arguments over whose is bigger and that.” He schools his face into what he hopes is an over exaggerated, self-righteous expression. “But not me of course, because I’m proper evolved.”

Harry snorts out a laugh. “Of course you are.”

(Or the one where Louis is an alpha who does manly alpha things like play professional football and lift weights at the gym, where he meets alpha Harry who wears nail polish and dates other alphas. Louis isn’t put off by Harry’s strange tendencies, more like intrigued. And maybe just maybe, he’s interested).

＊ Body Stay Vicious by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Harry looks at himself in the mirror again, and gasps at what he sees.

The way his sweaty curls are sticking to his forehead while his bare and glistening chest is practically heaving out breaths as he stands in the middle of the otherwise empty gym with his hand down his shorts working over his length.

It makes a filthy picture. He moans into the empty space, and it echos off the cement walls.

Or maybe not so empty.

Suddenly there is a raspy voice from over Harry’s shoulder.

“Can’t say I’ve ever done that particular exercise in the gym. Guess I’ve been working out wrong.”

Harry looks up in horror, and through the mirror, he locks eyes with none other than the blue-eyed stranger he’s been fantasizing about this whole time.

(Or the one where Harry is feeling himself in the gym and gets a little carried away. Of course his gym crush just happens to walk in. They work it out).

- Podfics -

＊ [Podfic] Swipe Right for a Clean Flat by @lululawrence read by Panda_Podfics (red_panda28) / @pandapodfics [NR, Louis/Harry]

Harry was done. He was over this shit. He literally only asked his flatmate to do one chore, and that was the washing up. He couldn’t even handle a few plates and cups. Harry obviously overestimated him.

Louis wasn’t that bad. It was just that he only did the washing if he was going out to pull and wanted to bring someone home. If the dishes were put away, that was how Harry knew to vacate the premises. There was no way he was going to listen to yet another girl moan Louis’ name while Harry laid in bed and wondered what it might be like if only Louis liked men.

Glaring at the full sink and debating washing up himself - again - Harry finally turned and stalked to his room.

“Dire circumstances,” Harry muttered as he picked up his phone and unlocked it.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are flatmates and Harry is tired of Louis not doing the washing up. He figures signing up on Tinder as a hot girl might be just the fix for this issue.

＊ [podfic] Season 3, Episode 5: (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me [a fic by we_are_the_same] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [T, Louis/no pairing]

It starts with a phone call from Liam.

“Lou,” it sounds urgent, the way that Liam gets when he’s worried, and Louis sits up straighter, conditioned to that tone even when he had hated it the first few years in the band.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brain immediately trying to play catch up, wondering where his keys are and if he can get away with leaving the house without a shower, because it doesn’t matter how long it’s been, it doesn’t matter how much physical distance there is between them, if any of his boys call and need him he’ll be there in a heartbeat. Or as soon as he can, at least.

“Did you mean to post that to your public account?”

Or: Louis accidentally comes out

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/11/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Wee John Wondays; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neil; Taika Waititi; Wendy Anderson;Damien Gerard; London Billboards; London Billboard Survey; Watch Party Reminders; Queerties; Trends; Max Surveys; Fan Spotlight; Fundraisers; Articles ; LoveNotes; DailyDarby/TonightsTaika

Hey Lovelies. I'm not sure where the recaps are going to be going from here. I may calm thinks down a bit and just keep you updated on watch parties and fun sightings. With the news on s3 not being picked up, I'm feeling not quite sure of myself on where to go from here. Still thinking on it. Is there a particular thing about the recaps you like? Maybe I'll focus more on what people want to see most. Anyway, I'd love some feedback. Thanks Crew.

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Wee John Wonday =

This one featured Con O'Neill and Gypsy Taylor.

Src: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

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== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys has a new Cameo! This time from our lovely dear @/Baladria on twitter.

Check out the video on Cameo

In addition, Rhys posted a pic by @andyhollingworth1 on his instagram story.

= Con O Neill =

Warning, video may cause tears of joy and sadness. Con O'Neill is a gem of a human being. "You were all the home we ever needed"

I also missed his post from the other day, which was a dedication to his lovely mom.

== Taika Waititi ==

Rita was kind enough to give us some more Taika shots amongst her pile of Auckland pics! SRC: Rita Ora's Instagram

== Wendy Andersen ==

Our RedFlagCrew @wendywings on Twitter brought us some much needed Peanut action from the Oscars.

== Damien Gerard ==

Our lovely Father Teach has been making videos for us on Twitter! He's been sending a lot of love notes and keeping us up to date with his works. If you're interested please visit:

https://x.com/damientgerard/status/1766667952252977602?s=20

https://x.com/damientgerard/status/1766981901796147662?s=20

== First London Billboard Meet Up==

The first day of the London Billboards had a wonderful meetup of various UK fans! The billboard was visible from Leicaster Square and had a whole lot of foot traffic throughout the day!

Our lovely friend @queerly-autistic / QueerlyAutistic on Twitter made it to the billboard as well!

The UK Crew also got to see some Box Trucks!

Our dear friend @/whimmzee on twitter put these awesome signs together and the visiting crew signed them!

An exhausted OFMD Crew took one last picture after many hours of work! Thank you for getting out there and documenting the billboards: @MoviesWithMarty, @/whimmzee, and @queerly-autistic.

== Save OFMD Crew London Billboard Survey ==

"Although the March 18 & 19 dates for the billboard are locked in, we’re still able to change the design if desired. This is where you come in. Amazing donors, your generosity is responsible for this billboard, so it’s only fair you have a say in this decision. We’ve set up a survey of viable options: let us know which you’d most like to see! It’ll be open through Wednesday, March 13, 11:59 GMT. Thank you again for helping us make this happen! 🐙💜 “Billboard Survey Link” Tumblr Link to Post / Instagram / Reddit

== More London Billboard Meet Ups! ==

Tomorrow's the day folks! First set of Billboards are up tomorrow! SRC: Tumblr / Instagram

== New Save OFMD Crew Calendar ==

The next few days are focused on the LED Trucks outside the various networks locations as well as doing a rewatch party with @OurFlagRTL

= Watch Parties =

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Deutsche Nachrichten / German News ==

Twitter-Watch-Along von Our Flag Means Death:

Streamt Staffel 2 ab dem 15. März.

Samstag, 9.3. 17:00 Folgen 1 bis 3, 

Dienstag, 12.3. 20:00 Folgen 4 & 5, 

Mittwoch, 13.3. 20:00 Folgen 6 & 7, 

Donnerstag 14.3. 20:00 Folgen 8 & 9, 

Freitag, 15.3. 17:30 Folge 10

Und anschließend bingen wir zusammen Staffel 2! 

Schaut und tweetet mit! 

Hashtag:

 OurFlagRTL

== The Queerties! ==

We finally find out the results of the queerties votes tomorrow!

== Trends ==

== Max Surveys ==

Don't mind if I do! If you emailed max earlier this year after the cancellation, check your email, you may have one too. Feel free to tell them how much you hated that they cancelled OFMD. Remember these folks are not the ones making the actual decisions so be a Polite Menace and not a Complete Asshole :D Although, if you decide to go complete asshole route, just be sure to let them know its David Zaslav you're mad at, not the support folks.

== Fan Spotlight ==

Thank you to @melvisik for continuing to make these fun Cast cards for us!

I would love to get more fun stuff for fan spotlight, so if you'd like your artwork or creations featured please please please hit me up! I'd love to highlight your work!

== Fundraiser Status ==

I had a few folks ask me to keep them updated on the two big fundraisers going on right now so I'm just showing a comparison fo how much they're going up today :). As usual please don't feel obligated to spend money you don't have or can't spare! If you wouldn't mind sharing to help these charities out, it would be appreciated, but yet again, not required.

eSIMS and Sanitary Products for Gaza

03/10/24 - $5689 / 191 Supporters / 71 %

03/11/24 - $5814 / 194 Supporters / 72%

InSoupNow Status

Wow! That jumped up in less than a day! Thank you to everyone donating or sharing! It's working!

03/10/2024 - $925 / 39 supporters / 18%

03/11/2024 - $1183 / 47 supporters / 23%

== Articles ==

Exclusive Interview: stand-up comic Jes Tom on Hannah Gadsby’s Gender Agenda Netflix comedy special – “I am your new queer best frenemy”

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, I'm going to leave the love notes to Con and Rhys tonight. There's nothing I could say that they haven't said better. Rhys Cameo Con's video is up above in the Cast & Crew Section I will say I love you all, and I hope you're hanging in. Be kind to yourself today lovelies <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme? SNAAAAAAKES OOOOOHHHH ITS A SNEEEEEKKKK Daily Darby Gif Courtesy of @ofmd-ann Tonight's Taika Gif Courtesy of @tea-and-liminality!

[uniquevoidflowers]

Ehehe, Chapter 2 of the Royal Links AU that I haven't talked about in awhile.

Link to the first chapter:

CW: Mild Blood, Stabbing, Kidnapping

Word count: 4,241

“Come forth, Warrior,” Sun ordered and Warrior obeyed, standing up from a bowed position, blue eyes flickering with someone unreadable.

“What is it, Mom?” Legend asked.

“I have gotten word that the Servants of Demise have begun to run amuck, that they were not truly killed in our last encounter,” Sun informed them. “I also heard you had gone to Castletown, Legend.”

Well, shit.

“I’m not mad. I just simply wish to know what you were doing out there.”

“I have friends...I was visiting,” Legend said, biting his lip. “I trust them with my life, and they have no malicious intentions.”

No point in lying.

“Friends, you say?” Sun looked lost in thought for a moment. “I’m curious, how long have you been visiting them?”

“Um, a couple of years now? I think?” Legend swallowed a feeling of nervousness.

“Hey, I’m not mad, remember? I think it’s great you have a life outside all this castle business. Last thing I want is for you to be alone,” Sun reassured, stepping off of her throne and hugging the prince.

Legend hugged her back. “I just wish you would’ve told me, because it’s not safe if I can’t find you,” Sun murmured. “Especially with what’s happening right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Legend murmured.

Sun pulled back with a reassuring smile. “I forgive you. Now,” Sun sat back down, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What are your friends like?”

“Well, there’s six of them and they all live in the same house. Um, there’s the owners of the house, and they’re nice.”

“Six? Does it get chaotic?”

“Yeah.”

“I can imagine,” Sun chuckled, and then the smile fell from her face. “Oh, but I’m getting off track again. Warrior, please describe what happened to my son earlier.”

The knight obeyed, explaining what had happened. “His arm should be fine, Your Majesty. I was able to get it stitched up in time. I apologize for not getting there in time to stop him from harm.”

“I’m just glad you both survived. It seems the Servants of Demise have stepped out of hiding, though. Which means the ball tonight could be left alone, or could turn out disastrous. I’ll have to add more protective measures.”

Warrior stepped back, bowing. “Would you mind go getting your father, Legend? I imagine he’s in his office or bedroom,” Sun asked.

“Yeah,” Legend nodded.

Warrior stood up and followed the prince out of the throne room. Legend knocked on Sky’s office. “Come in!” Sky’s voice came from inside the room.

Legend stepped through. “Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, Legend!” Sky greeted with a smile. “How are you?”

“Fine. Mom wants to talk to you.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in a minute.”

With that, the prince waited until Sky finished whatever he was doing and followed him out. “Thank you, Ledge. You can still sneak out if you want to, but you have to come back a couple of hours before the ball. And...be careful please,” Sun said.

Legend gave a nod, brightening. The prince and the knight left, and Legend grabbed a big cloak this time to hide his identity. Warrior followed him outside once more. They headed inside to Vio and Green’s house, where Green and Blue had left for work and Vio had left for school. “Hi, Ledge,” Wind called. “Do you want to see what I’ve been practicing?”

“Sure,” Legend responded, sitting down on a wooly chair.

Wind cleared his throat, pulling on armour, and Red walked over. Wind started to pace back and forth, looking stressed. “Sir Mayor, what will we do?”

Red looked contemplative. “Well, not many people are going to be there...”

“Let’s just call it off. It’s too dangerous to hold it on the third day,” Wind insisted, an undertone of urgency in his voice.

“But the other townsfolk want to hold it,” Red mumbled. “You know what, the festival shall continue for whoever wants to stay!”

Wind grew visibly angry. “Do you want all these people to be crushed by the falling moon?!”

“They won’t be,” Red waved his hand around dismissively. “It’s decided then. The festival will continue.”

Wind crossed his arms, and left the spot where he was before. Then he rushed over to Legend. “What did you think?”

“I think it was good. Is this a retelling of the plight of Termina?”

“Mhm! Our instructor said it’s tradition to do it around the time of a festival or event.”

“You’ll do great, then squirt,” Legend ruffled Wind’s hair.

Wind squawked indignantly and knocked the prince’s hand off his hair. Warrior smiled slightly. Soon, Hyrule came around the corner, and he gasped. “You’re back!”

“You think I wouldn’t be?”

“Well...I dunno.”

Legend rolled his eyes and hugged Hyrule. Hyrule returned the hug after a moment. “Well, what should we do now?” Red asked.

“Games? We have cards,” Wind suggested.

“Ledge?” Hyrule gave a look to the prince who gave a nod and a shrug.

They sat down and played cards for a few hours, Warrior winning once and Hyrule winning another. After that Wind went back to practicing his acting, while Red went to bake something in the kitchen. “Your Highness, you have two hours left before the ball,” Warrior informed.

“I guess I’ll head back in an hour then,” Legend grumbled. “Are you guys coming?”

“We’ll try!” Hyrule promised.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to convince Green and Vio to go,” Red called, with a grin.

Legend really hoped they’d be there. He needed someone to hang out with.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“There you are! All dressed up, I see?” Sun greeted, smiling.

Legend shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Will I get to meet those friends of yours?” Sun asked.

“They said they’d try to make it.”

“Hm. Hopefully they do.”

Soon, Sky came through with a tired sigh, “Hello, love.”

“Hello,” Sun wrapped an arm around him. “Need a nap, sleepyhead?”

Sky huffed with a slight smile, “I would take one if I could.”

The doors opened and an influx of guests came through in the ballroom. “Have fun!” Sun called cheerfully and walked away.

“Ready to meet the princess you’ve been told about?” Sky said with a teasing lilt to his tone.

“Sure,” Legend said, humming.

“She doesn’t seem to be here yet, but her name is Marin,” Sky told him. “I’ll point to her when I see her.”

“Marin, huh?” Legend said.

The name rolled off his tongue nicely. The name reminded him of the beaches, and the salty ocean waves. Warrior nudged him with a small smirk. “Now, just what are you thinking of?”

Legend made a rude gesture and Sky sighed with a smile. “Not in front of the guests, Ledge.”

The prince sent a glare to the knight beside him who merely chuckled. “Oh! There she is,” Sky said after a moment, and pointed to a lady in a light blue gown. “You should go introduce yourself.”

Legend shrugged his shoulders and walked away to greet the princess who was just entering the ballroom. He bowed, formally. “Welcome to Hyrule, Princess Marin.”

The girl looked to be the same age as him as she looked over at him. Her eyes were a magnificent hazel and her hair was long, wavy and red. She smiled politely. “Thank you, kind sir. Who might you be?”

“Prince Legend, of Hyrule. Nice to meet you.”

She gasped slightly and then her smile seemed more genuine then the tight, forced smile he had seen before. “I’ve heard you’d be here. My father said something about meeting the prince today.”

“Really?” Legend tilted his head. “My father sent me over here as well. Perhaps they’ve set us up.”

Marin giggled, the joyous sound bright with a bit of curiosity, “Knowing my father, it’s no surprise.”

“Which kingdom are you from?” The prince asked after her giggles had faded.

“Koholint. It’s not too far from here, actually.”

Legend didn’t know too much about the kingdom other than its affinity for music and instruments. He smiled brightly, eager to hear more. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, most of us learn some type of instrument as the kingdom has a festival of music each year. I choose to sing, usually. There’s a lot of variety in the instruments that our people play, though. The festival consists of playing a few songs together, as a way to unite ourselves. People may choose to play a solo, depending on which song they request to play but the rules are loose around that. After all the music, there’s a feast for everyone. Usually it’s seafood, since our kingdom is more like a tropical island than anything. We conclude the festival with one final song and it’s always the same one each year. Visitors are also welcome to watch.”

“Wow. I might have to go one time then.”

“You won’t be disappointed, trust me. My favourite of the songs we play, is called the Ballad of the Wind-fish. The Wind-fish is our deity, and our protector. I started singing it, when I was only a child, and it’s quite the upbringing melody. I also know it on the ocarina.”

“Oh, I know how to play the ocarina too!”

No, Legend didn’t know the ocarina. At all. He was sure he could learn it quickly if necessary, though. It was worth it to see stars dance in Marin’s hazel eyes, and her smile turn into a broad grin. “I must teach you then!”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know any other instruments?”

“Yeah. I know the piano, the harp, the ocarina of course, and few percussion instruments.” That was mostly true, the exception being the ocarina.

“Oh, wow. You should tell me about Hyrule. It’s my first time here,” Marin tucked a strand of her luscious red hair behind her ear, and it was wonderful to be able to talk to someone who was truly curious. Though he had his friends and Wars of course, they already knew enough to never hear anything that would spark that much curiosity.

“Hyrule? Well, it’s the biggest country. We have several ‘villages’ branching off of Hyrule making it so large. Like, Skyloft, for example. Castletown is the most popular since it houses this castle, and it has the most markets. Each culture is different depending on where you are, but here? Events like this ball are the most common, and we have an annual festival to honour the heroes that saved this land hundreds and thousands of years ago. It consists of different games and contests, and sometimes there’s food sold.”

Marin nodded along, looking at the prince with wonder. “What kinds of games and contests?”

“For games, there’s tag for the little ones. For older individuals it’s usually intellectual games or dancing games. The contests range from woodcarving to sword fighting.”

“Any music themed ones?” Marin smirked a little.

“Usually there’s at least one,” Legend cocked his head, wondering why she was asking, before it clicked and he stifled a laugh.

“Perhaps I’ll have to come when the festival arrives.”

It had been their first meeting, yet Legend already wanted to be at least friends with her. They basked in comfortable silence. Her eyes shined with many, many thoughts but he could tell they were good ones. He heard a shout of his name and familiar voices and spun around, greeted with the faces of his friends. “You made it!”

“Of course we did! You think we’re liars?” Blue rolled his eyes.

Princess Marin began to slink away but Wind noticed, exclaiming, “Who’s that?”

Marin gained an unsure look and Legend hurried to placate her. “This is Princess Marin,” He introduced, clearing his throat and giving his friends a look.

Wind understood, making an ‘o’ with his mouth. “Where’s Warrior?”

“Oh, hell if I know. He’s very good at disappearing,” He shrugged, wincing when he realized he cursed in front of everyone.

“And this would be?” Marin asked cautiously, like if she said one wrong thing the world would fall beneath her feet.

Legend would try to be there to hold her hand so she never fell, to reassure her that she wouldn’t. He chuckled, “He’s a knight assigned to me by my father. He’s uh, annoying to say the least.”

“Oh, we know you don’t mean that,” Vio drawled, mirth in his violet eyes.

“You can’t base that off of nothing, Sir—Viowhothinksheknowseverything,” Legend retorted.

“I can list all of my sources,” Vio smirked a little. “Let’s see...there’s the fondness in your tone when you speak about him—”

“Shut up!” The prince hissed with no real venom and he heard Marin stifle a giggle, under gloved hands.

“I’m hungry,” Wind decided, glancing over at the decorated tables standing at the sides of the ballroom.

“Anyone else, hungry?” Red asked. “We can probably bring over stuff if you guys want.”

When no one responded Wind grasped Red’s sleeve and ran off to the tables. “I can leave if you guys want, I don’t mean to intrude,” Marin spoke up softly, though her eyes told of disappointment.

He shook his head with a smile and put a steady hand on her shoulder. “If you were intruding we would’ve spoken up already. Which, you’re not. Right, guys?”

“Right!” Came the choruses of the others, boisterous and genuine.

Marin’s eyes sparkled with something similar to awe as the disappointment vanished from hazel. “Okay.”

“So, Princess, where exactly do you come from?” Hyrule asked shyly, “I’m from Calatia, myself.”

“Calatia! I’ve heard such great things about that place,” Marin replied brightly. “I’m from Koholint. What brought you here from Calatia of all places, if that’s not too sensitive of a question?”

“Oh, uh, apologies princess, but it’s a vulnerable topic that I’d rather not talk about so openly. I live here now though, and I must say, it’s way more casual than Calatia ever was. Everything was formal back there, and I can’t say I ever miss it.”

“I tend to avoid formal stuff too, as much as I can for being who I am. It tires the shit out of me.”

Legend blinked, a little surprised that Marin would swear but he guessed he shouldn’t really assume such things about people. He couldn’t resist a snort. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Suddenly a voice rang throughout the ballroom, echoing with order and warmth at the same time. “We want to welcome all who came here, from most likely busy lives, to feast, converse, and dance with us. Tonight’s a special night, one to be remembered, as it’s a time to celebrate this kingdom and recognize’s it’s thriving,” The King’s voice was the one he heard, strong and filled with pride and joy, like everyone in this room and gained his approval, by merely attending the ball.

Sun stood beside him, arms locked with his and a smile stretched across her face. Legend wished the moment had lasted longer. He wished that wasn’t the last time the couple smiled, truly feeling happy. The moment ending, was inevitable though. Just as his mother had said earlier, opening up the ball was a risky endeavour for what they had recently learned.

There was a flash of silver, the whirl of flying steel and Legend saw it aimed directly at Sun. He hurried, ignoring the frantic cries around him trying to push his mother out of the way, but he stumbled and was way too late. He saw the blade hit it’s target, sinking through Sun’s white gown. The Queen’s eyes went wide as her shaking hands went to the dagger. Blood started to seep through the white, staining it a permanent red. “SUN!” Sky screamed, and the prince felt his breath hitch.

No-nononono! Why did he have to trip? Why couldn’t he just make it there in time?!

Then cackles came out of nowhere and two of the people standing in the crowd, ripped off disguises, revealing an ugly, red suit and a white mask with an inverted eye. Wild’s face could only ever be described as guilty, as he had also been, too late. In a flash of orange, glowing light and thin paper, the pair that had ripped of the disguises appeared behind Sun. Wild launched his sword at them, many more knights following in suit but they only hit one of them as the other latched onto her and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The ballroom went to chaos as the crowd murmured about what had just occurred while Warrior came over to protect Marin and Legend from any other hidden dangers, and the knights arrested the remaining red suited-traitor and took him away, leaving Wild to stand guard for the King who looked grief-stricken.

Legend watched Marin’s hand intertwine with this, a sympathetic and horrified expression written across her face. He blinked, surprised and squeezed it tighter, tears starting to build at the corner of his eyes. Briefly, she looked she was about to let go, a blush spreading across her face but she didn’t, seeing how comforted he was by the gesture. He heard his friends footsteps, approaching quicker towards him but Warrior stopped them, raising up his sword in defence, saying, “My priority is to protect these two, and we don’t know who all could be disguised.”

The prince felt unease as his eyes lingered at the blade that could slit someone’s throat if they stepped closer and he knew the reasoning behind it, the reasoning behind the coldness that cut through any protests, yet it didn’t ease the churning inside his stomach. Sky, though looking pale and stricken, still took order, thundering, “STOP! It is clear that this area is no longer safe for anyone. I instruct you all to leave back to your homes for the time being, and wait for further information. Go!”

The crowd ceased their murmurs and left, until eventually, The King of Koholint, Princess Marin and her bodyguard left too, taking a quick route to a ship that would allow them back home. The ballroom remained silent and empty where people were once united, and where people once basked in the thrill of it all. Legend and Warrior, were the last ones, the former finding himself stuck, feet glued to the ground.

How could this happen?

“Ledge, don’t get stuck in your thoughts,” Warrior spoke softly, like he was speaking to a wild animal, ready to run at slightest movement.

“I apologize for keeping you here,” He told him, words coming off bitterly on his tongue, “I must head to the King now.”

He missed Warrior’s concerned shimmer in blue eyes, as he wiped away tears, bottling up anything that was trying to come out, and he pushed forward to his Father’s office.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The prince crawled into his bed, reluctantly, and his closed his eyes, snuggling into soft sheets, but even though this would’ve been enough to allow him sleep, he found himself lying there for far too long, unable to succumb to comfort. When he opened his eyes to darkness, he adjusted to it with the help of a bit of moonlight shining through the window, and saw that his knight was asleep. He sighed quietly, standing up to grab a book to read, hopefully helping him but when he turned back to climb into bed, he heard a mystical chime, ringing loud in his ears. He startled, dropping his book on the ground and winced when Warrior’s eyes fluttered open at the loud noise.

Master. The time has arrived for you to find me. Follow my chimes, seek me out. It is your destiny, Master. Seek me out.

He heard the sound of Warrior’s heavy metal boots pounding against the floor and wondered if he should really follow this monotonic voice’s guidance, or if he should be really concerned.

And how should I trust you? He thought, hoping somehow it would reach the mysterious voice.

I am the key to rescuing your mother. Come alone, follow the chimes.

Okay, that was enough convincing. “Legend? What are you doing awake, bud?” Warrior asked, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly.

“Couldn’t sleep, but it’s okay. I’ll just head back to bed now.””

“Alright.”

Warrior went back to where he was before, and Legend pretended to be asleep until he was sure it had been long enough. When he opened his eyes, his knight was fast asleep, and he crept out of bed once more. He opened the door, and left, walking and trusting the repeated chimes. He was led to a locked room, one which he had been forbidden in by his parents and he started to doubt this voice. The chimes were loud and true, inside but he couldn’t get in.

“Do not worry, Your Highness,” A familiar voice murmured in his ear.

He jumped and looked to see Fi, one of his father’s most trusted advisors there, a key in her hands. Before he could utter a word she jabbed the key and opened the locked door for him. “What? Why? How did you know I wanted inside?” Legend asked.

“I was merely wandering by when I caught sight of you gazing at this door. I...also heard faint sounds of chimes,” Fi admitted. “As for why I shall explain to you once you have proven yourself worthy of such secured information. Go ahead and look around, Highness.”

Legend obliged, stepping through and saw pedestals, each having important looking swords in them, lying there. The chimes were almost obnoxious as they grew louder in his ear and he looked to see that one of the swords were glowing. It was one with a hilt that was royal blue, and the colour of the blade looked orange. He walked closer, unsure as Fi followed him wordlessly.

Pull me from my pedestal, Master, and raise me high.

He couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he gripped the sword’s hilt tightly and pulled as hard as he could. It started to budge but it wasn’t moving. Something resonated within him, igniting a spark, and he pulled with all his might. The sword glowed brighter, almost blinding him as it slid out of the pedestal and into his grasp.

Raise me high!

Legend ignored the stinging of his palms and pointed the tip of the blade up at the ceiling, watching in awe as it drew in more light. For a moment he saw the faces of people he’d never met, people who oddly resembled his friends and family. Then when their faces disappeared he was met with the brilliant blade and he turned it over in his hands, examining it with wonder.

“Only one person can wield that sword. It chooses its wielder, determining who is worthy of pulling it from the pedestal,” Fi spoke up.

“It chose...me?” Legend asked, surprised.

“Yes, Your Highness. I waited to explain but it seems you are worthy of the information passed down through secret in the Royal Family. All of these swords are powerful weapons created by Goddesses and Heroes, enriched with magic to repel evil. Back, millenniums ago, the Goddesses chose Heroes to defeat evil and each had to prove their worth, gaining these blades. Ever since, The Royal Family has taken these swords and keeping them safe and locked away, taking care of them so that if evil arises once more, their wielders will be able to save the Kingdom swiftly, and also because of a prophecy. A prophecy that Demise, an ancient, evil God would remerge with his servants and heroes would appear to strike them down. You are one of them.”

“A hero? I’m not a hero.”

“This sword chose you for a reason, Highness. Even if are not a hero now, I can determine that you will become one. I would advise that your next step be informing the King immediately, and in the morning, receive training to hone your skills. Shall I escort you?”

The prince thought for a moment. “Escort me to my bedroom, please. I don’t want to alarm my guard if he finds out I’ve left and doesn’t know where I am.”

“Understood,” Fi nodded, and followed Legend as he left, blade in hand.

He went back to his bedroom and shook Warrior awake, explaining the situation, who, aptly, was very confused and surprised. With a lit lantern this time, they headed to Dad’s bedroom. “Are you sure this can’t wait until morning? My father deserves whatever rest he can obtain,” Legend asked, turning to Fi.

“Yes, Your Highness. If it reassures you, I doubt His Majesty is asleep after the recent events,” Fi replied.

Sure enough, Dad was awake, peering groggily at a piece of paper, wet stains on his pillow, likely tears. “Dad?” Legend called.

Dad looked over and sighed with a forced smile. “Hey, kiddo. What do you need?”

“I—um...have one of the sacred blades? It called out to me and I went through the room you forbid me from...I’m sorry...but I pulled this sword from one of the pedestals and...” Legend stammered, holding up his sword.

Dad’s eyes widened, and he turned to Fi. “This might be how we rescue Sun. Legend, I need you to uncover the other heroes, give them their blades. I will do as much as I can here to gain information for your mother’s whereabouts. We might be able to do this.”

Legend gave a nod slowly, overwhelmed.

We might actually be able to do this. I might see Mom again...

[munson-blurbs]

When Man Plans, God Laughs: Proposal

This is it! Eddie proposes to Single Mom!Reader with the help of Grace and Matthew.

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff

WC: 1.6k

A/N: Reminder that I am only writing for Eddie x Single Mom!Reader on a request basis :) so if there is something you want to see from this series, send me an ask!

Dividers from @firefly-graphics

Usually, the best part of Eddie’s day is stopping by your place to visit you. The way your face lights up when you see him, no matter how exhausted you are. How you wrap your arms around him and bring him in for a hug, pressing a passionate kiss to his waiting lips. When you pull away at the pitter-patter of Grace and Matthew’s footsteps, excited to tell Eddie about their days at school. It’s been his routine for the last two years.

Today is different. Eddie has purposely planned his visit while you’re at work. With Matthew finally in kindergarten, you were also able to return to the classroom; this time, you’re the teacher. You have to stay late for parent-teacher conferences, which is the perfect time for Eddie to talk with your kids about his big plans.

He stands on the doorstep, nervously shuffling back and forth as he rings the doorbell. He hasn’t felt this anxious since your first date, but this was much bigger. Eddie was going to ask Matthew and Grace for permission to propose to you.

Your mom answers, a grin on her face and her eyes already misty. Eddie had run the plan by her, making sure she would be there to help answer any questions they have. “You’ve caught them in a good mood today,” she tells him with a wink. He wipes imaginary sweat from his brow as he walks through the door.

“Gracie! Matty!” Your mom calls out. “Eddie’s here!” She and Eddie share a laugh as the kids race into the living room, already arguing over who is going to hug him first. To avoid any further conflict, he scoops them both up, one in each arm, and squeezes them tight.

“C’mon,” he says excitedly, trying to keep his voice from wobbling, “let’s go in the kitchen. I have something very important to ask you both.” 

“Didja get us presents?” Matthew squeals, eyes wide with anticipation.

“Not exactly,” Eddie frowns, although now he’s questioning whether he should have. Even just candy–or is that considered bribery? He sets each kid down and they scramble to sit at the table. Eddie plops into a chair, the one that basically belongs to him at this point, since he’s over for meals so often.

“So,” Eddie begins, rubbing his hands together. His metal rings clang as they brush against each other. “You know that I love your mommy–and you guys–very, very much, right?” He waits for them to nod before continuing. “And sometimes, when grown-ups love each other, they want to get married.”

“Are you and Mommy getting married?” Grace pipes up. A smile twitches at her lips.

“Well, that’s what I’m gettin’ at, Gracie Bean,” Eddie replies, returning her expression. “I would love to marry your mommy, but before I propose, I wanted to make sure my two favorite rugrats were okay with it.”

Matthew wastes no time giving his response. “Yes!” He shouts so loudly, it makes Eddie wince. “Eddie and Mommy are gonna get married!”

“Hold on, little dude,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “We gotta wait for Grace to tell us what she thinks.” He turns to face your daughter, who appears to be deep in thought. “You don’t have to give me an answer right away,” Eddie says softly. “You can think about it for a little while and get back to me.”

The seven-year-old looks at him shyly. “Can I ask you some questions?” she ventures.

“‘Course, kiddo. Anything you wanna know.” He tries to sound calm, but his heart is pounding.

She pauses before starting. “If you and Mommy get married, what happens to our daddy?” She tangles her fingers together, a nervous habit she picked up from you. “Like, are you our daddy?”

Eddie breathes out. “Your Daddy is always going to be your daddy. That’s not going to change.” Even if he is a total douche, he thinks to himself. “And I’m always going to be your Eddie.”

“But what if…what if I want you to be my daddy?” Grace’s voice is barely above a whisper, and Eddie’s heart leaps.

“Gracie, you and Matthew can call me whatever makes you happy. You can call me Daddy, or you can call me Eddie. I’m perfectly fine with either”

“Can we call you ‘Poo-Poo Head?’” Matthew chimes in, cackling like he just told the world’s funniest joke.

Your mom stifles a giggle, and Eddie places his head in his hands. “Uh, maybe not that one.” He returns his attention back to the little girl in front of him. “What other questions do you have for me?”

“Are you gonna live with us?” Her demeanor shifts from suspicious to inquisitive, and Eddie relaxes as he sees her getting more comfortable.

He nods, offering her another smile. “Well, we wouldn’t live with Grandma anymore, but we’d get a place nearby, right here in Hawkins. So you would still see her all the time.” 

“And I can wear a pretty dress?”

“Gracie Bean, you are gonna have the prettiest dress at the wedding. Even prettier than Mommy’s,” Eddie adds in a stage whisper. “But first, she has to say yes! Will you guys help me?”

Your children jump up and down, clapping their hands. Eddie shoots your mom a thankful grin, and she gives him a thumbs-up.

“Looks like we’re gonna have a proposal!” she says.

Eddie knows that the kids–Matthew in particular–will spoil the surprise if he waits too long, so he decides to propose that night. He runs back to his place and changes into a black button down shirt and dress pants; the only pair he owns, truthfully. He slides on some nice shoes, grimacing as they pinch his toes. He would only do this for you. Running a comb through his hair and spritzing on some cologne you got him for Christmas last year, he takes a look at himself in the mirror. Not bad, Munson, he thinks. You clean up nice for a trailer park boy. He’s so nervous, he almost leaves without grabbing the ring box from his nightstand.

When he pulls up to your mom’s house, Grace and Matthew are already at the front door, waiting excitedly. Grace is wearing a soft pink dress and white dress flats with plastic daisies on them; Matthew is in khakis and a black button down, similar to Eddie’s. Eddie jogs around to the backseat and pulls out a bouquet of red roses, strings of fairy lights, and a small stack of photos. The ring is safely in his pocket.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” he chants eagerly. “We’ve got lots of work to do, and not a lot of time!” He starts hanging up the lights in the family room, making sure the tiny clothespins are all evenly spaced. Then he goes to work hanging up the photos. There’s a bunch of the two of you: you sitting on his lap and him kissing your cheek, him giving you a piggyback ride, him smiling at you making a silly face. And, of course, there are plenty with the kids: the four of you at the Fourth of July carnival, you and Eddie with Grace after her school talent show, Matthew and Eddie posing as matching Batmans at Halloween. 

“Do you think she’ll like it?” he asks the kids, looking at his masterpiece. Before they can answer, a car door slams shut.

“She’s home!” Grace whisper-shouts. “Assume your positions!” She and Matthew stand by the door, while Eddie waits in the family room. He’s toying with the ring box, contemplating every possible outcome. Should he have done this privately? Will you feel obligated to say ‘yes’ because the kids are there? His train of thought is interrupted by the kids saying, “C’mon, Mommy; we have something to show you!”

“Okay, okay!” you give an exasperated sigh. “Why are you guys all dressed up?”

“You’ll see,” Matthew answers in a singsong voice.

Eddie hears your heels clacking on the floor, getting louder as you approach him. It takes you a moment to realize what’s happening.

“Oh my God,” you murmur, eyes filling with . “Eddie, is this–”

“I’ve known you were someone special since the moment we met,” he starts. “What I didn’t realize was just how much you would change my life. You, Gracie, and Matty are the best things that ever happened to me. The love I have for you all is like…like nothing I’ve ever felt before in my life.”

“We…we love you, too,” you choke out. 

“If you’ll let me, I’d like to spend the rest of our lives together, making even more memories. I mean, it’s only been two years, and look how many we have already!” He motions to the wall of photos, bringing a fresh batch of tears for you both. He takes the box out of his pocket and gets on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

“Say yes, Mommy!” Matthew yells out, and his big sister claps a hand over his mouth. 

“Yes, Eddie,” you manage, eyes glistening. “Of course I’ll marry you!” He slides the ring onto your finger, and you gasp at the beautiful round diamond that now adorns your hand. “It’s beautiful.” You throw your arms around Eddie’s neck and give him a kiss. He lifts you slightly, holding you to him.

“Are you married now?” Matthew asks, making you and Eddie laugh.

“No,” Grace answers for you. “They have to have a wedding and say ‘I do!’ And Mommy’s gotta wear a white dress and Eddie–Daddy–is gonna wear a tuxedo.”

You raise your eyebrows at this, and Eddie shrugs. “She asked if she could call me that, I swear.”

Your heart explodes for the second time today. “And you’re gonna wear a tuxedo?” you ask teasingly.

“That’s still up for debate.” --

[theworldoffostering]

We had a great time at a Make A Wish event this weekend. It was at a zoo, and had a bunch of Disney and superhero characters there. They served lunch, had face painting, and a scavenger hunt. I’m not sure NB has ever been to a zoo. It was nice to have a little down time.

Baby won a bag of candy from our local library. He had to guess how many candies were in the jar, and his guess was only one number away, so he won all of the candy. We picked it up yesterday. He was thrilled!

DS had his senior pictures done last week. I cannot believe how expensive they were! We get the proofs later this week, and I know they’ll be great. The photographer is really talented. We’ve used her before, and I guess I feel like given that Ms. 6 never had senior photos taken, it was worth the splurge for DS. I’m just glad we could make it work financially.

DH had his next paper assignment due next week and he has yet to start it even though I’ve provided him several hours multiple days last week to work on it. I believe he spent most of that time sleeping while I was on kid duty. I feel like there is a serious problem happening here, but I don’t know what it is. He met with his psych last week, and I sat in on it. They are increasing his antidepressant and the psych suggested next level of care, but given that DH is not wanting to harm himself, next level of care is not available. He does however, feel deep hopelessness which creates apathy, lack of clear thinking, and zero motivation. I don’t know what my role is supposed to be as his spouse. It all feels very disconcerting. I’d love to do some reading on depression, how to help as a spouse, etc., if you have any good book recs.

We did book MGM Park in Vegas. Tell me anything I should know. We are not renting in a car and I’m writing down any and all suggestions. Mostly, I want to have an enjoyable pool experience and sleep well. I’d really like to be able to turn my brain off for a couple of days. I hope I can make that happen.

I met with my endocrin last week and she thinks I’m doing well. I have a full body scan coming up in September. If that comes back clear, I will basically be considered in remission. Yippee!

Ms. 6’s birthday is this week. I don’t know what to get her. She’s driving down to visit for a week or so and I feel like that’s too long. I know that makes me sound like a jerk; I sincerely love her and care about her, and also feel like it’s incredibly stressful to be around her right now because her life decisions stress me out. How do other parents manage this? Give me all of your tips. She’s committing to attend the college which will land her about $60k in debt if she graduates in four years when she could go to a state school, and graduate debt free. She won’t get a job for the summer. She won’t go to her mom’s house and get her things. It’s very different than how I would advise her, and it’s stresses me out, but I know that’s a me issue and not a her issue.

[ratherbefangirling]

Belong (3)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: omegaverse au, hurt/comfort, Angst, romance

Synopsis: You seem to be falling in love with the pack and Jungkook isn't very happy but what will happen when. He realises you are his mate?

No warnings?! (Did I actually 😳 manage that)

Am I regretting making the different moodboards yes yes I am but was I still too invested to back out also yes

Your mother knocks on your door.

"Coming!!" You tell her opening your window and spraying all sorts of perfumes in the air so she doesn't worry about you.

Happy thoughts think happy thoughts . You think to yourself.

And it kind of sucks that all in the top of your head belong to the pack.

Your mom sits in the kitchen working on her laptop . A food package opened.

"Did you order something?" You ask sitting on the other side of the table.

"No the neighbour brought it."

"You hang out."

"Yeah a bit."

"Isn't he too old for you ?" She asks munching on the muffin her work abandoned for now.

"It's not like that he just helped me out before."

"Fine this old mother will nor interfere in your life."

"It's not that... ugh" You say picking for yourself some savory focacia bread.

"He did bring you breakfast after whatever happened to get you so depressed."

"You noticed."

"If I don't point everything does not mean I don't notice young lady."

"Mom." You say and go hug her. Nothing beats her calming scent anyway.

"My baby." She cooed. "Should we invite them to dinner so you can show me the skills you learnt in your cooking classes."

Yoongi is kind of nervous he fixes his good shirt called it. It was the new designer one Hobi had gifted him after getting a sponsorship.

Since only four of them Taehyung Hoseok Namjoon and himself were going. Yoongi felt a bit responsible, usually Seokjin would be a good at this sort of thing but Jungkook had latched onto Seokjin. Junkook had been pretty sensitive this morning throwing a tantrum when Jin left for the bathroom. He'd been biting their necks and scent glands. The need to mate high but probably subconsciously realised they weren't his mate.

True mates were rare and double mates even more. That is someone could be your mate but that didn't necessarily mean you were theirs.

Yoongi did think it was unfair but life wasn't ever fair.

He'd read an article which pointed out on how single mating was true more for males rarely seen in females to compensate periods experienced by the female population.

Yoongi checks the cake he had bought one last time and a vase Namjoon had selected as a gift because they were visiting your house for the first time.

Once everyone was ready they all marched to your door.

Luckily you were the one who opened the door. You too were dressed nicely. You greeted them with a smile and ushered them in.

Inside they sat on the sofa set as your mom entered. Namjoon straightened and put on a charming smile. He stood up to greet her.

"Hello I'm Namjoon, our pack Alpha and these are my pack mates Hoseok like myself an alpha, Yoongi is a beta and Taehyung our youngest omega." Namjoon introduced.

Your mother nodded.

"Are you close enough to be aware of our family history?" Your mother questions.

Yoongi answers. "She has mentioned a few things but we didn't want to pry and make her uncomfortable."

You on the other hand were in the kitchen bringing out snacks to hopefully lessen the tension.

Taehyung stood up and offered to help, your mom only nodded getting back to the conversations with the others. Asking about the others of the pack.

Taehyung enters the kitchen it smells amazing.

"Hello Y/nie"

"Tae." You respond smiling.

"Do you need help, I came to help."

"I'm done just need to check if everything is done properly."

"Do you want me to plate it. I'm good at setting up masterpieces." He says.

"Sure. Thank you."

"Anything for you sweetie." He replies and gets to work.

When the two of you bring out the snacks and beverages the atmosphere is pleasant.

To be fair you were worried about your mom grilling them. When it's time to set the dining table even Yoongi offers to help.

Later Namjoon and Hobi offer to cleanup.

When they are leaving you pack over the extra food you'd made for the others.

Hobi offers a kiss on your forehead this time you don't deny him. Shyly even yoongi forwards his cheek and you giggle before planting a soft peck.

Namjoon though was a bit stressed so he left earlier Taehyung went with him because a Namjoon inside his head was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Did something happen you ask?"

"Don't worry about it its just Jungkook. Jin texted about Jungkook calling Joon out."

"Oh ok."

You still didn't know how heats with your own pack worked. You had read about it but you and your mom spend them together and that was just you or her behaving like you did when you were sick and the other comforting and cooking if required. Though you did have a maid who cooked and cleaned and came twice a week.

You close the door still in your thoughts.

Your mother is on her phone probably going through work. You sit beside her.

She engulfs you into a hug. You both stay silent enjoying the peace.

"Mom.." You began.

"They seem like good people. Namjoon talked about you being important to them and being Jungkook's mate."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever you do.. know that you will always have your mom?"

Talking with your mom didn't give you an answer but it did clear your head.

Her phone rang.

"Who is it?" You ask.

" Maeum" your mom replies and checks the message.

Maeum was your mom's best friend and in a pack and wanted your mom in her pack but your mom had refused, they were still good friends.

"She is calling us for Christmas." Your mom informs.

"Why don't you go?"

"I go?" Your mom asks.

"I think we both need to spend time with a pack."

"Don't get smart with me young lady." She chides playfully.

You giggle.

"I love you momma." You say a little childish but you know it makes your mother soft.

"Love you to my baby."

You had not considered the possibility that nearing your winter vacation instead of you and your mom spending time together, your mom would go on to hang out with her bestfriend and their pack and you would be spending time with your neighbours.

Particularly Jungkook who in his rut induced state smiles very brightly as soon as he spots you. It unsettles you the fondness his primitive brain brings about.

You and Namjoon and Yoongi had discussed bringing you infront of Jungkook this very morning.

"I'm so grateful for this. Thank you. For real like whatever happens I.. I am so very grateful." Namjoon says rubbing your hand which he is holding with his thumb. He leads you towards the drawing room.

You feel you'd anxiety rise. Yoongi is helping Jimin set up a makeshift nest in the drawing room.

Before you step in the nest. Namjoon stops you.

You look up at him eyes slightly widened.

"What...?" Before you can fully question him he presents his proposal.

"May I scent you?" He asks softly. "I'm worried he'd jump you if he scents distress."

You nod.

Namjoons scent is woody and masculine and so him and when he rubs your scent glands with his you feel limbless all thoughts leaving except for your omega purring alpha.

"Baby stay here with me."

"Huh?" You ask dazed. Strong arms steady you and help you into the nest.

Yoongi sits beside you, this close you can feel a slight tinge of his smell and when he offers you his scent gland. You feel yourself break out of the heady alpha scent. It's an intimate act people especially beta offering their scent glands to another because if an alpha or omega scent mark it the scent can last for months and it's like saying the beta is accounted for.

Beta's usually prefer being scentless even in packs the dont feel the need to be gobbled up in the scent of their partners especially because it might result in a pseudo heat or rut depending on who marked them and unlike alpha's or omegas who experience it at set times Beta's can go through multiple cycles within weeks.

It is said that the Beta's resemble the earlier humankind the most, before the great breakdown such packs were frowned , people kept to themselves any human interactionwas severely limited with focus on independent mode,s of living. Due to a string of war, disease, natural disaster and decreased birth rate , resources were severely affected, increased potential but lack of manpower to actually be accessible. The existing people formed packs to combat this.

When vaccines got introduced a lot of people underwent physiological changes and thus the subgenders arose. With now developed sharper senses especially the olfactory, humans were more easily able to find a mate because biologically a person with opposite immunity had a more attractive scent and thus the offsprings had a better chance of survival.

Namjoon rubs the small of your back. You sit now relaxed but aware. Jimin gives you a reassuring smile. Mouthing a thank you.

Jungkook is flanked by Hobi and Taehyung. Jin behind them.

"Mate." He calls out. Slowly coming closer.

He reaches out to take your hand linking it with his and bares his scent gland.

You come close to him and rub his skin a little around the gland and that is enough to prompt him to take you in his arms.

You move a bit even though his grip is strong.

"Alpha please." You say softly coaxing him.

He nods a bit dazed. But he loosens his hold.

He settles hugging your waist. Soon you are sat beside him until the scent high makes him sleepy and he looses consciousness.

You too are tired and end up crashing next to him. The rest of the pack wants to cuddle you and Taehyung's temptation to take a picture is great but he is not sure how comfortable you would be with that.

When Jungkook wakes up the last vestiges of the rut are gone. The body hugging him is softer than his hyungs and smells nice, real nice and it's a scent he knows but he cannot place.

Mate, his subconscious whispers.

He opens his eyes disoriented. He seems to not be in the nesting room and instead in the living room. He searches for water his throat dry.

You whine as he moves.

Jungkook for the first time registers your presence.

Only one thing on his mind.

What in the world happened during his rut?

He pushes you away. Waking you up.

"Get away! Get off me" he says not realising he used his alpha voice.

A hurt whine escapes your lips. Your inner omega hurt on an alpha they'd just scented rejecting them.

Before the rest of the pack can wake up or react you are out of the door promising yourself to never be treated like this again.

This was was less possessive than expected but but hey it was almost nice. As always thoughts and ideas are welcome.

Hope you liked it 💜

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[softxsuki]

Hello! I'm actually very new to you but I recently read your post about the bestfriend!reader who finds out they can't have children and i really did put me in a rollercoaster of emotions. I was hoping to request headcanons for JJK. Basically comforting fem!reader after she has a panic attack. I experienced my first one 3 weeks ago and it was really terrifying. I think the cause for mine was so much stress I had on myself and I was hoping you could do that! If you can, thank you so much. <3

Gojo, Itadori, and Nanami Comforting Reader During Her Panic Attack

Pairings: Gojo x Fem!Reader, Itadori x Fem!Reader, Nanami x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of crying, panic attacks, feeling of impending doom/death, rapid breathing, rapid heartbeats, hospital visit

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which the guys comfort you after you have a panic attack from being so stressed

[A/N: Hey! Welcome to my blog, I hope you're enjoying it here :D. I'm sorry you had a panic attack, I hope it hasn't happened again! But I know what it's like, I had this super bad panic attack one day after going to this urgent care. They told me my heart was beating irregularly so they advised me to go to the hospital. The whole time my mom was driving me there I had my first panic attack and I felt like I was having a heart attack (bc of what the dr said lol) so that made it worse. My hand was going numb and stiff, I was breathing super hard, I WAS A MESS. Thankfully I was fine. My heart is fine, I'm completely healthy :) But I did have a few more pretty bad panic attacks after that, whenever I tried to exercise or anything that made my heart beat fast. It was terrible, so I just hope you're okay. Hopefully you enjoy these headcanons and they bring you some comfort! Have a wonderful day and thanks for your patience <3 ]

Gojo:

Our immature king actually handles your panic attack very well

He knows how stressed you’ve been for the last few weeks and figured it would all catch up to you eventually, and that’s exactly what happened as you were having a full blown panic attack while the two of you were on your way to dinner

Gojo wordlessly pulls his car over, unbuckles his seat belt and turns to unbuckle yours as well

He pulls his blindfold down so you can see his eyes which you love so much, hoping they help ground you or at least distract you away from your panic attack

“Hey hey, deep breaths. It’s okay I’m here, you’re okay, just look at me darling”

He’s leaning completely over the armrest console so his face and his presence are closer to you, but not close enough to make you feel panicked and claustrophobic

Gojo makes it clear that he understands what you’re feeling and going through and relays that to you so that you know you’re not dying or in any danger, your body is just reacting to all your stress that had built up over time and this was the way it decided to manifest itself

If you’re breathing rapidly, he’d take one of your hands and squeeze it reassuringly, bringing it to his chest so you can feel how he’s breathing and follow along as best as you can

He’s surprisingly very patient and well put together despite his usual childish aura, he knows it's time to be serious

He doesn’t even care that you’ll be late to you dinner reservation, McDonalds is more comforting anyway and maybe it would be best if you both just head back home and eat some comfort food under the covers along with watching a comfort movie as well

He doesn’t let go of you until you’re completely calm–the traffic of cars drive past your car that’s still parked neatly on the side of the road; the hazard lights blinking rhythmically, which strangely seems to help ground you too

You’re finally able to slow your breathing and your heartbeat also slows down, making you sigh in relief

Only then does Gojo go back to his care-free self

He’d probably say something stupid to make you smile and then turns the car around to go back home because he’s in the mood for takeout (but we all know he’s going back because he wants you to be where you’re comfortable)

He parks the car a little far away from your home and you both take a light walk in the cool of the night, the wind caressing your face, making you feel relaxed, glad to not be feeling like you were going to die at any moment

But as soon as you get home with Gojo, he’s making everything cozy as he instructs you to change into some more comfortable clothes and the rest of the evening is spent in bed with great food and all your favorite movies

He probably would never bring up the panic attack unless you bring it up first and if you did then he’d be ready to talk it out with you and give you his support moving forwards so it doesn’t happen again

But if it does, he wants you to know that he’ll be nearby to always help you calm down again so you never have to go through that alone  

Itadori:

Itadori is another one who can be fairly immature, but serious when he needs to be

He’s a passionate guy and once he has something to fight for, he puts his 100000% into it

In this case, he puts his all into caring and loving you

So when he sees you hunched over once day gasping for air and crying on the floor, he instantly goes in defense mode

It takes him a while to really understand what’s going on with you: Did someone hurt you? Are you okay? What’s happening?

It doesn’t help that you tell him you can’t breath and feel like you’re about to die

So, he does what any worried person would do–he brings you to the hospital…

And thankfully the health professionals see you right away and do all their mandatory tests like an EKG and blood work, which all come back normal, and that helps you calm down a lot quicker

Itadori stays in your hospital exam room with you the whole time, seriously worried that something was wrong with you, but your normal results just baffle him even more. Then what was wrong with you?

The Doctor informs you that you had a panic attack and says there’s nothing you need to worry about, and this all starts to make a lot more sense for you and Itadori

Itadori feels a little stupid and guilty because his worry and sudden decision to take you to the hospital probably made you feel even more scared, but he’s just glad you’re okay

“I should have known, I’m sorry Y/N…”

Just reassure him that it’s okay, if anything you were glad that you saw a doctor because the normal results actually helped you calm down a lot faster than if you were to just stay at home and calm down on your own

He does make a mental note of this occurrence though to make sure that he’s well prepared if this ever happens to you again

Once you’re fully discharged from the hospital you both go home

He becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re calm and happy

I think he’d be a little on edge for the next few days so just give him a little time go back to his usual self

He loves you a lot and so having the thought that he might have lost you for that short moment, really terrified him, so be a little patient with him

If this ever happens again, he’d be a lot calmer since he’d know how to deal with it and calm you down instead of thinking of the worst

Nanami:

Nanami of course handles your panic attack like a pro

He had arrived home on time like he always does, making sure he got his usual time to spend with you before having to sleep and repeat his tiring day all over again 

But something was different–you didn’t greet him at the door like you usually did when he came home and he knew something was wrong

He calls out to you, but that’s when he hears your loud breathing and crying coming from the bedroom, so he rushes to you

You’re on the floor clutching your chest as you gasp for air, desperate, fear filled tears run down your face as you struggle to feel the oxygen reach your lungs

Nanami knows exactly what’s happening BC HE’S SMART, so he gets to work on helping you calm down

Joins you on the floor where he reaches over to rubs small circles into your back, not wanting to jump on you all at once and make you feel worse, but still wanting to announce his presence to you

He slowly eases his way closer to you until he’s right beside you, one hand still on your back as his other reaches for the hand that is gripping your chest

Wordlessly, he brings you closer to him where he hugs you to his chest, lowly mumbling reassurances into your ear, the deepness of his voice vibrates into your ears and through your whole body as you try to listen to his words

Through your sobbing, you focus on his words that try to distract you along with the beating of his heart you can hear as you’re pressed up against his chest in his firm, yet comforting embrace

He rocks back and forth gently, being very patient with you, after all he was still spending time with you and he was glad to have you in his arms, even though he hated the reason why you were curled up into him

Whether it takes seconds, minutes, or hours, he remains still with you in his arms until you move away first, a lot calmer than you were when he first came home

He’s instantly relieved to see you almost back to your normal self

He invites you up onto the bed, taking your hand as he guides you up and into a comfortable position, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head

Not wanting to leave you alone just yet though, he quickly changes his more comfortable, clean clothes and joins you in bed, making a mental note to wake up a bit earlier so he could shower before leaving for work in the morning

Your panic attack was draining and and body heat of the man next to you combined with your exhaustion lulls you to sleep in no time

If he had to, Nanami would call out of work if you needed him to stay with you for the day, but either way, he would be talking it out with you the next day–he’d make sure of it

He wants to know why this happened and once he knows why, he’d work extra hard to figure out how to prevent your panic attack from happening again, or at least finding some effective ways on how to get you out of it quicker (yes he will put all his effort into anything for you, you’re not work, you receive 1000% of him)

But until then, he holds you tightly, watching your peaceful face as you sleep and presses one last kiss to your face before drifting off as well

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/11/2022 (shhh pretend like it's not past midnight lol)

[sencubussubs]

Unconscious Manifesting

hi lovelies!

something silly happened today that made me want to make a little post about unconscious manifesting.

firstly a quick explanation: What is Unconscious Manifestation?

well for this interpretation of manifestation we are taking it as the way our assumptions form the world around us. when you have a desire and decide to manifest it this is conscious manifestation. unconscious manifestation is basically what we do everyday without realising, where our dominant thoughts form and dictate the world around us.

This may be a bit of a complicated definition but this is just the background for the law of assumption - your assumptions form the 3D. Now a lot of the time when we are talking about unconscious manifestation we talk about becoming conscious of it and rewiring our dominant thoughts / assumptions to create a more favourable 3D that aligns with the versions of ourselves we want and choose to embody. Today i have a little anecdote of a fun/positive little unconscious manifestation that formed from a strong self concept.

One of the things i manifested last year (using a vision board and just affirming if i saw it on pinterest which wasn’t often) was those aesthetic sony headphones (the WH-1000XM4 ones? i’ll include an example from pinterest below:)

(photo by elia6k on pinterest)

However when i manifested this, it was before i had really learned not to settle for my manifestations, so a lot of them came in half baked, thus my sony headphones i got were black. for those wondering how it conformed in my 3D, i was looking for a HDMI cable in my parents’ office and came across the headphones in the closet. I asked my mom and she said she got them from work but never used them so i could have them.

The story about unconscious manifestation however took place today and the last couple days. I was writing up a list of all the things i had consciously manifested in 2023 in my journal, and remembered the headphones (i also manifested apple airpod pros and a gaming headset so i stopped using them). When thinking about them i was thinking about how they weren’t the colour i had wanted, i considered taking them with me to my room for uni and was debating if they would be useful or not and colour kept coming into my mind. After writing my post about not settling, i kept having random little thoughts about how i also shouldn’t have settled for the colour of the headphones but alas it was long ago and i didn’t use them.

Well low and behold today i went back home to visit my parents and see this on my desk:

i had unconsciously manifested another set of the headphones - and because i kept focusing on them being the wrong colour, got them in the wrong colour again haha.

I consider this unconscious manifesting because it wasn’t my intention to call in a new set of headphones, but my self concept has become so strong that if i want something (especially something i know i have manifested before) it comes to me this easily.

When i saw it on my desk it genuinely made me laugh a little for two reasons

1. realising how strong my self concept has become since last year and how quickly i - even unintentionally- manifested something

2. despite how far i’ve come, i’ve again allowed myself to believe i couldn’t get the colour i wanted.

It has definitely been a little lesson but i thought you guys would enjoy a real life example - with photo evidence - of manifesting at work - both conscious and unconscious.

that’s all for this post teehee.

EDIT 21-01-24 :

Officially have the grey/silver ones now haha, just because. Will add a picture when i feel like it.

love,

Saph

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Exposed

Summary: Bond has to make a decision about someone he loves. 

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Oh my dear lovelies, oh sweethearts. I AM SO SORRY for going dark.

As some of you may have read from my last announcement, things got a bit hectic when my mom was in the hospital. It was a scary and crazy experience, she basically became paralyzed from her chest down. I’m talking about an extremely active woman who was on her feet working 10-12 hour days to not being able to move at all. 

We had to rush her to emerge and find out she had contracted some rare bacteria that affected her spine. Needless to say she was in the hospital for a month, and finally was discharged about three weeks ago and is now staying at my brothers. Which is great for her since he has a bungalow and makes it easier for her to move around as she’s learning to walk again. However, that does mean we have to travel a bit to visit her and take care of her when my brother and his family can’t. 

Anyway ... long story short, too late. I am back, I am going to try to catch up on some of our lovely stories. I also have a special surprise for you guys, which I’ll upload sometime this week. I’m currently working on Crosshair’s section of the Gym Membership and then SOTF, the Reunion and Upside Down, and I’m also going to be working on a one-off request that I received. Keep your eyes peeled for those. 

Thank you all for sticking around, for sending me love, and for checking up on me, you have all been super amazing and wonderful. 

A special thanks to @firstofficerwiggles​ and @ulchabhangorm​ for being my beta readers. Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, blindfolded, smoking, prisoners, cages, feelings of mistrust, bleeding, injury, I think that’s it, if I miss anything please let me know. 

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The blindfold covering Bond’s eyes finally started to slip down after hours of the corrosive material rubbing against his eyelids, but if this little irritant put him off from his mission, he shouldn’t’ve been able to call himself a double O. 

It been more than three hours, closing on four, since he’d gotten into the first vehicle and the fabric was placed on his eyes. Since then, he’d been moved to two subsequent vehicles, each more uncomfortable then the one previous.

They were travelling across increasingly bumpier roads, from the cobble stones they started out on, to the rural roads he deduced they were currently on. With each bump he felt the rough material scrape across his skin, there was no doubt his eyelids would be rubbed raw by the end of the journey. 

Despite the increasing discomfort, he focused his attention on what was happening around him. 

As the car began to slow down, he expected a gentle stop, of course that was before his whole body shifted forward violently. He would’ve hit the seat in front of him, if he hadn’t engaged his core muscles doing his best to remain upright as the driver slammed on the brakes. He shifted himself back against the seat, as another vehicle slowly approached them.

The car that had been stifling since he’d been shifted into it, finally received a breath of fresh air, as he felt a rush of wind blow across his face and hair when the door flung open. 

Someone grabbed his arm with force, shifting him forcibly from his seat. This wasn’t his first clandestine meeting he attended, yet every time they always decided to yank the blindfolded person from a vehicle; come to think of it, he was guilty of that as well. There was an inherent expectation that the one blindfolded wouldn’t fall, and would be able to follow the silent instructions. 

Maybe just for fun, the next time he was going to fall to the ground just to throw them off, and chuckle at hearing them become all flustered. 

There was an eerie silence that seemed to hang in the air as he got out of the car, it wasn’t necessarily threatening or dangerous per se, but a seemingly tense atmosphere between the two drivers themselves, maybe an affair of the heart, or simply rivals for one thing or other. He concluded he was being transferred to yet another vehicle, as his guide pushed him forward, hopefully this would be the last vehicle transfer before arriving at his destination. 

His guide kicked his left foot, trying to push it up onto a ledge, he didn’t need much prodding as he stepped up doing his best to gain some form of balance, when he was shoved into the seat. There was no doubt it was an older truck, the cracked leather seats felt as though thousands of tiny pins were poking his butt as he shifted to find a somewhat comfortable spot. 

It didn’t take long to get them on the road again, the further they drove on, the more he was able to determine their heading. The bumps in the road had started to appear less and less, instead it became increasingly dusty from what he could gather as he breathed in more dust from the air vents. The noise from the city vanished completely and replaced by the sound of trees rustling in the breeze and birds squawking from above. As far as he could tell, they hadn’t passed another vehicle in the past thirty minutes, which could only mean they were in an even more isolated area then they had been previously.

The truck shifted gears as it began to slow down, the driver turning ever so gently before he decided to slam on the brakes, lurching him forward once again. He was seriously thinking about talking to whoever taught these guys how to drive. He was trying to brace himself before hitting the dash, only to be pushed back this time into his seat by his guide’s forearm; he wasn’t sure but there was a high probability he would have a bruise on his chest later. At least he could say there was some concern about his safety, relatively speaking.

The relative peace that had surrounded him was now replaced by the sound of various footsteps rushing towards the truck, when the door flung open.

“Get out!” The voice demanded without any further explanation or care. Either from the person’s lack of English or simply they didn’t wish to expand more than the two words because of the unbearable heat beating down against them, the breeze that he had enjoyed was now a distant memory. It hadn’t been so bad in the truck as they drove on their way, but now that it was idle, the lack of breeze, the humidity, and the sun bearing down on them started to feel stifling.  

Though he still couldn’t see much as he moved out of the truck, he was able to see something through the fabric covering his eyes, from the small opening provided by the shift of the blindfold. It was mostly outlines of objects, shapes that provided a hint as to what he was seeing against the bright sun and bluish-grey sky. 

He took in a deep breath, there was a hint of salt in the air brushing against his tongue as he licked his lips; so they’d been travelling closer to the sea. Possibly the Pacific Ocean side as the air wasn’t as salty compared to the Atlantic. The thickness from the rustling of the trees was no mistake they were somewhere dense, either near the border of the forest, or just on the edges of an abandoned village. 

The humidity surrounding him, simply reaffirmed his suspicions, it was thick and suffocating. They had driven closer to the coastline.

Someone grabbed his arm pushing him foward, he could hear sounds of people moving around him, out of his and his guide’s way. Not completely disappearing simply moving off to the side, as they whispered among themselves. He could feel eyes analyzing and scrutinizing his every move, waiting for an opportunity to strike, despite his hands still being restrained. 

As he walked along, his foot bounced off the corner of a box he estimated as best he could from the sound and movement of what he hit. His theory was confirmed as his guide shoved him down onto the seat. He adjusted himself as best he could, as someone cut the zip-ties binding his hands, seconds after his wrists felt sweet relief, his blindfold was yanked off without any concern. 

It took him a few seconds to adjust to the brightness, probably could’ve been worse if his blindfold hadn’t slipped, allowing his eyes to adjust even just a little.

“Bienvenido Señor Bond” the thick Spanish accent coming from the heavyset woman sitting in front of him. The structure in front of him, if he could call it that, provided enough shade for her and her table, leaving the rest of her people and Bond to experience the full heat of the sun. The air was filled with the smell of the cheap cigars she was smoking, the smell flowing over and encapsulating him, making him want to eliminate whoever invented those foul-smelling cheap cigars as he held back the bile that was rising.

He left off a light cough, doing his best to be his most charming self possible, “I’m grateful for the meeting Señora, it’s truly a pleasure to be in front of so much beauty ”

“A great pleasure as well, Señor Bond, I understand you are looking for information” she took a long drag from her cigar, the ashes flicking off in the breeze and creating more of the nasty smell. 

Bond nodded “As a gratitude for giving me the opportunity for this meeting” he motioned to the man beside him who had been carrying his bag, the same man he met in the city before they started off on the long voyage to the middle of nowhere, he must have been in the vehicles with him each time he transferred or travelled ahead of him, “a small fee to show my appreciation for the inconvenience this has caused you.” 

The man, loomed over them as he stepped closer, as tall and broad as he was, the man barely made a sound as he gently placed the bag in front of her. 

She eyed Bond, not saying anything as she took an even longer drag of her cigar, she motioned to one of her subordinates to open the case revealing it full of money.

“American?” She asked as the smoke exhaled through her mouth and nose.

“Of course”

She took another puff “What is the information?”

“Several days ago, a man travelled through the area with a backpack”

“There are many men who travel through this area with backpacks, Señor”

“Of course, however, I believe he is a guest of your wonderful facilities, currently” he motioned towards the rundown prisons, well what appeared to be prisons. They were mere barriers out in the open, simply branches tied together with rope, to form cages to keep the unwanted contained. 

She simply shrugged, “Perhaps, perhaps not.” She motioned with her cigar towards Bond, “Do you have a picture of this man?”

Without a word he pulled out a 4 x 6 picture of the man from his pocket. One of the requirements of meeting her was no technology was allowed. No cell phone. No laptop. No tablet. Nothing that could connect him to the outside world. 

Despite the oddity, it didn’t really matter to him why she was being extremely cautious, all he cared about was the reason he was there. He passed the picture to her aide who was waiting to receive the image, she leaned over taking a long look at the picture, taking another drag nodding slowly in agreement.

“You are correct, Señor Bond, this man is indeed one of our guests of our, as you say, wonderful facilities.”

Bond couldn’t help smirk at this fool’s misfortune, frankly he could care less about the predicament he found himself in, “I hope he’s enjoying his stay then, what I’m more interested in, is the backpack this man had with him.”

She hummed as she took another drag, the smoke flaring out of her nostrils, “Was there something special in this backpack?” Her eyes narrowed as she took in the man sitting in front of her, “If there was something my men overlooked…” her eyes narrowing on two men who were standing off to the side, as her anger flared along with her nostrils towards her men, “I would be very disappointed.”

James knew better than to show his hand, after all it wasn’t anything that was obvious to the untrained eye, “Not in the least, the backpack is in fact mine. The man stole it from me, and I simply wish to reclaim it back.”

Another hum from the woman followed his statement, as she took a final drag of her cigar, putting it out on an overfilled ashtray.

“Why so much money to simply retrieve what was stolen?”

“There is a copy of a book that was given to me by my late wife, it was the last gift she gave me before she passed away; it means the world if I was able to get it back.”

She called over one of her men, whispering to him, careful to not let her conversation be overheard. Within seconds the man brought the dull beige backpack, still intact, at least from what Bond could tell.

“Would you mind if I confirm it’s contents, I would hate for anything to be missing or for the book to have been lost”

She motioned for him to stand, as her men surrounded Bond from all areas, their eyes watching his every move. He opened it fully, the clothes neatly stacked on top, a dog eared book of ‘How to Kill a Mockingbird’ sitting there, along with a toiletry bag, he opened it seeing a razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and shaving cream. 

“As you can see there is nothing special in this bag, except for the book. This was the book she left me before …” his hand caressed the book tenderly, before he zipped up the bag, looking as undisturbed as before, retaking his seat on the crate. 

“It appears so” her voice was weary.

“Thank you for retrieving my belongings, I would like to compensate you of course, for your troubles.” He put his hands inside his pockets, pulling out two stacks of a hundred American dollars placing them on the table in front of her, “There’s about $20,000 here, as a personal thank you.”

“Señor Bond you are quite good at making friends” she smirked as she slowly picked up the bundles, “Ernesto will take you back to the village. If you ever need my services again, I am more than happy to help.”

“Señora” Bond bowed, giving her his whimsical smile, as he followed Ernesto back to the truck, he sat down the backpack in between his legs, as he was blindfolded once again for the long journey back. 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

The book lay beside Q’s laptop as it’s front pastedown was peeled back, leaving only the indent of a microchip in its wake.

“Q, is the information compromised or not?” Mallory was annoyed as the youngish technician appeared to be taking his time with providing answers that he desperately needed.

“Don’t worry” Bond intervened, “Q’s probably confirming for the third time before he gives us any answers. You know how annoyingly diligent he can be.”

Q focused his attention back on the computer screen doing his best to ignore the comments; however he knew no amount of rechecking would change the answer that laid before him. He leaned back after reading the information for the third time, “Only one identity was compromised”

“Why aren’t you more concerned!” Mallory’s patience was at an end.

“Because it was compromised two weeks ago”

Silence filled the room, as the weight of what was discovered sunk in; the identity of their undercover agent was already revealed, the chances they were still alive were remote if even possible. 

Mallory leaned against the desk, his head hanging low between his shoulders. He’d prided himself on doing all he could for his agents, there would always be deaths in this field that was inevitable, but he always wanted to make sure they knew they weren’t alone. They had support, backup, as much as he was able to offer. 

“Who was it?” Mallory mumbled out as his eyes closed tightly, trying his best to squeeze out the shame and guilt he felt. No one realized there'd been a breach, until it was too late, and then finding out who breached their network, how it was breached took even more time. He failed them, and nearly had others killed. 

Q glanced from Mallory to Bond, a heaviness rested in his chest, the next words he was about to utter would change his friend’s life forever. He focused back on the computer, maybe he was wrong, maybe it was a different person with a similar name and same date of birth, who just happened to have taken over the same undercover name. After all he’s made mistakes before, this could just be one of those unfortunate blunders, it would be better to keep this between Mallory and himself, “Maybe we should …” Q was about to say ‘discuss this in private,’ when Bond cleared his throat.

“Q … say it” James wanted to be wrong, he wanted the name that popped into his head, the moment Q said an identity had been leaked, to be different from the name Q was getting ready to say. 

“007 …”

“Q. Say. It.” James’ voice was tense, his eyes focused on Q’s, taking notice of every twitch, the number of blinks, even every bead of sweat on Q’s face, it all told him a story. Told him to expect the worse. 

Q took the time to focus on Bond’s demeanour, there was no way around it. He wanted to know and no amount of coaxing or trying to pull the old ‘need to know’ routine would stop him. If he didn’t provide him with the information, he’d just break into his computer later and look for it himself, and the last thing Bond needed was a charge of treason. He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes trying to calm the unpleasant dreary sensation in his heart. He nibbled on his bottom lip, hoping the numbing sensation would make it easier to say what he needed to, “It’s J, 007.”

“When did J …”

“J was recalled to active duty a year ago, specifically for this assignment.”

James could feel his heart racing, his blood pumping faster, he could feel beads of sweat being to form and climbing its way down his spine. 

The sun was breaking in through the window as James watched you sleep, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, as you scrunched your nose, trying to remove whatever irritated you, mumbling in your sleep. He’d been up for almost an hour, after he had the same nightmare yet again. He knew he should’ve woken you up, whenever he had the dream of your death, it was only you that could ease the pain in his heart; however this time just watching you sleep, peacefully, calmed his heart. It was a sense of peace and tranquility that filled him just lying there beside you. He did his best to memorize every millimetre of your face, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss a single freckle or blemish on your face. In that moment, as he lay beside you, he knew. Truthfully, he had known since the moment you walked into his life, but in that moment he knew he wasn’t going to run away from what he felt, he wasn’t going to tiptoe around the issue anymore. You were the one. You were the missing piece of his life. In that moment, he wanted to wake you up, and ask you to marry him. 

He felt Mallory’s eyes on him pulling him back to the present, as M looked between Q and himself. He was trying to quell the coldness enveloping him completely, James’ fists clenched by his side as a thousand different scenarios ran through his head. This wasn’t the first time you were in a crunch, but at least then he was by your side. 

You pressed into your side, praying and hoping to stop the bleeding as James provided cover. Things were looking bleak for the both of you, you were down to maybe five rounds, your extra magazine used and spent. Bond had taken one of your pursuers guns but even then, he was running low. 

“Okay, I bought us a few minutes” he rushed out, controlling his breathing as best he could. His eyes glanced over doing his best to assess your situation. “What do you say? Ready to make a run for it?”

You could only chuckle and offer a weak smile as he grabbed your arm, but you knew the chances of both of you making it out were slim, especially with your wound that didn’t want to close. The bullet was still in there, and pressing against your ribs. You grabbed his shirt with all the strength you had left, pulling him towards you, kissing him deeply one last time. 

James was shocked at first but didn’t hesitate as he deepened the kiss, you didn’t have to tell him, he already knew what you were thinking. This was your goodbye kiss, you were going to tell him to run and to leave you there to cover his escape; but there was no way he was going to do that, his hand shifted from the side of your face, he slowly flexed his wrist, popping out the the tiny dart Q had mounted into his watch before the mission,  and pressed it against your neck. 

As you felt the prick in your neck, you pulled back and pressed your hand against your neck, “Wha… wha… whhh…”

James watched as your eyes slowly closed and your head fell against his shoulder, “Sorry love” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t lose you.” He picked you up, and carried you to the extraction point, doing his best to stay ahead of the assailants.

Now wasn’t the time to panic, he needed as much information as he could gather, “Is it possible to contact J? Confirm in some way that J’s still alive?”

“J’s locator is no longer active. Even the communicator I gave is turned off. All the designated escape rendezvous arranged previously haven’t been used. There is one possibility, give me a minute, I’ll check …” Q’s words trailed off into nothingness as he focused his attention back on his computer.

Mallory stood from his position, it was not the time to be wallowing in self-deprecation. 007 looked as though someone punched him in the gut, or ripped out his heart. Not to mention, there was the possibility of an agent out there on their own for the past two weeks, that could very well need his help.

“You know this … J … personally?” Mallory asked keeping his voice low, as he subtly moved 007 away from Q allowing the genius to do his job.

“More or less” Bond responded, although he heard his voice answer Mallory, it didn’t feel like it was him that was actually talking.

“Meaning?”

“She’s my fiancé …” Mallory looked shocked for a second, before he was able to control his features once again; Bond didn’t draw attention to it, nor did he appear to really be paying attention to what he was saying at that moment. 

James looked around the room, making sure everything was perfect. The candles were lit, your favourite meal was on the dining room table, along with your favourite flowers. He was wearing the navy blue suit you loved, it was the one he wore when you first met, you always told him that image always lived in your memory. He felt for the ring box in his breast pocket. The nerves building as the thought of what he was about to do started to sink in. He always swore he’d never get involved with anyone again after Vespa, but you slowly broke down his walls, and pushed your way into his heart, and before he knew it here he was getting ready to propose to you. Now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

Something pulled James back from where his mind went, maybe it was the fact Q had stopped typing, or just having faith that J’d be okay, and there was no need to be lost in what-ifs. He cleared his throat, straightening and adjusting his tie, “Former. My former fiancé from years past.”

You stood on the street, as the rain pelted down soaking your and James’ clothes straight through. Your tears were welling up as your throat ached from the fight the both of you just had, James was doing his best to hold it together, seeing how much in pain you were from something he did. 

“I’m sorry! But you know this job … this life …”

Your fingers clenched around your engagement ring, “You promised me we would leave. We would both walk away from this job, from everything!”

James ran his hands over his face, “You know how difficult it can be …”

“Oh shut up! You claim to love me, you claim to I’m the one you want to be with, but if that was true you wouldn’t hesitate. Just admit James, you simply don’t want to be with me!”

“How can you say that? I’m here fighting to be with you!”

“Then leave! Leave with me!”

“You know I can’t. Not right now.”

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll lose me”

James closed the distance between the two of you, cupping your face in his hands, “Don’t. Don’t do this.”

You didn’t want to walk away, not from him; but if he wasn’t ready to make the commitment you weren’t sure you could wait around until he was ready. You had already waited five years just to be with him, and now just when you thought everything was finally coming together, it was all falling apart. 

Your hand slowly stroke his cheek, you brushed your lips against his pulling him closer. He didn’t wait or hesitate, he reciprocated making sure the kiss was as passionate and intimate, James didn’t want to think this was the final kiss he could ever give you. 

You pulled away, taking his hands in yours, you pulled off the ring and placed it in his hand. “I can’t do this when you’re not ready. I’m sorry.”

That was all you said as you left him standing there, James just watched you walk away, not sure of how to fix this.

Mallory didn’t say much, simply nodding his head. He knew the affairs of the heart all to well, he wasn’t going to pry into Bond’s past no matter how sorely he was tempted, “Are you able to handle this?”

James turned his head and locked eyes with Mallory, “Are you?”

“Very well, 007.”

Both regained their focus and steadied their nerves, Q looked up as he felt their gazes on him, he adjusted his glasses as he reviewed the information, “I triple checked all morgues, hospitals, law enforcement announcements, even underworld bounties, and I can neither confirm nor deny J’s alive … or dead.”

“Pardon me?” Mallory stated as his hand hitched on his waist, his anger needing an outlet. Not only had they been breached, but it appears it was a targeted breach against one particular agent that didn’t seem to have raised any red flags in their assignment. 

Q adjusted his glasses, not bothering to look at the very annoyed and confused expressions that no doubt rested on both of their faces, “If J were dead there would be a report of either an unidentified body, J’s undercover name or J’s real name, and if that wasn’t going to happen, then there would be a police report about a body found or a … piece found. However there’s nothing. There’s still a pretty large bounty on J, 750,000 euros. Which tells me two things, one - J escaped before the identity was revealed. Now how J knew the cover was blown, I couldn’t possibly guess. However, that brings me to number two, as of right now J’s escaped the clutches of whoever put the bounty. Otherwise, it would’ve been removed, not to mention there would be some form of notice on the dark web.”

“Okay that means J’s likely alive, but you said you weren’t sure about J’s death?”

“Well they could have found J and kept the bounty up to keep us thinking J’s alive when that isn’t the case. They could also be torturing J for information …”

Bond held up his hand, “Okay we get.”

“If J’s captured, then there’s nothing we can do.”

The air in the room went frigid, as Bond slowly turned his head to look at Mallory, “There’s always something we can do” his voice was terse as he addressed Mallory.

“I’m sorry 007, but you know the rules better than anyone. Captured and you’re on your own; MI6 will disavow all knowledge regarding your existence and activity. If J’s caught, there’s simply nothing I can do.”

The tension between the two seasoned men started to grow, one due to the power and position he held, limiting his ability to help an agent in need, the second due to his own feelings and sense of duty to the one who had held his heart far longer than anyone else since Vespa. 

Q held up his hand, “Before you two get into a testosterone filled match to decide which of you is bigger, I found something”

“Surprised you didn’t just wait till after” Bond smirked, appreciating the fact he could always tease Q no matter what the situation called for.

“I was tempted, but this is more pressing. I found a … as best I can describe it, some sort of distress code, on a back channel that hasn’t been used for a while.”

“What does it say?” Mallory was beginning to have doubts about this agent; first, why was only J’s identity that was revealed? Secondly, how did J survive? 

“Need extraction. No response in two weeks. Will go dark. Heima. J out.”

“When was this posted?” James hand clenched by his side, something wasn’t right. Heima referred to their home they were planning on building in Milford Sound, the remotest area of New Zealand.

“Sixteen days ago”

“J already went dark.”

“Question” Mallory couldn’t hold his tongue anymore, “If she was able to escape why didn’t she come back in? Why wait to get an extraction? Why wait to hear back? And why was J’s identity the only one that was leaked?”

Bond turned to look at Mallory, “Are you questioning J’s loyalty?”

“It does raise some concerns” Q offered reluctantly.

“I know J!”

“It bears some consideration, 007” Bond didn’t need to hear this anymore, he grabbed the equipment Q had laid out for his next mission; ignoring Q’s comment.

“Where do you think you’re going, 007?” Mallory was about to stop him but thought better of it.

“Heima” was all James said as he walked out.

Mallory looked at Q waiting for an answer, he simply shrugged, adjusting his glasses, “Did you expect anything less? I mean …” Q motioned with his hand to the door Bond exited, “Really?”

Mallory smirked, running his hand down his face, “Let me know when he finds J.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked my mom to reschedule her vacation?

(cw: somewhat fatphobia and ED?)

👁️ so I can find this later!!

I'm sorry for all the childish and maybe immature drama of this, but I feel like I should take this off my chest and post it somewhere. And here it is.

I (14F) have always been the unathletic and chubby kid in the family. My mother, father, and brother have all been pretty fit, and I come from a Chinese culture where skinniness has always been prioritized in feminine beauty standards. My family has made their opinion on my weight clear all my life, and it's discouraged me from participating in sports due to shame (and might've developed into an eating disorder at one point, though I'm still not entirely sure.)

Around this time, my grandparents came from China to visit my family in America. It's something we've waited months for since it's very likely their last time visiting America.

(Please keep this in mind; it'll be important soon ^_^)

Recently, I auditioned for the winter guard team at my school. For those who don't know (from what I've heard, it's mostly in the US and Canada) it's a kind of flag-spinning dance activity a lot like the dance team. I was surprised when I got on the team. I had been to a crowd or stage before. Our first competition is on February 3rd, which also happens to be the same weekend where my mom takes my grandparents on a weekend vacation, just before they return to China.

I really want my grandparents to see my performance before they leave, as well as. Yknow. Have both of my parents there. But whenever I try to approach my mom about the subject of changing the dates of their vacation, she says that it's selfish I want to dictate it.

I'm upset and I feel selfish.

WIBTA if I ask my mom directly whether she could change her dates?

What are these acronyms?

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 2 - 1

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

Welcome back after an almost 2-week break, it's time for the next chapter ;P. Also i decided I'll introduce my gf and family to umineko via the stageplay, as i have heard that it's pretty good. Only up to ep 3 (soon 4) now, but anyways.

edit 2 days later as this sat in drafts : Watched it with my sis (my mom deemed it too tiring) and she loved it. Her favorite is George (both the character and the actor ;P), and she had some very interesting theories, one of them being that genji is kinzo's child, which damn. Age-wise i don't think it works but at least she's thinking. Also the outro was very confusing but i think it might've revealed some stuff. I'm not sure, but I'll keep it in mind. Anyways amazing watch.

She also did the tierlist and it's so funny

Anyways

I want to start this by saying that the culprit actually showed to me in a dream. That's right, i had a premonition. Basically the dream was me and some friends running in a destroyed world from Shannon with a gun. So what I'm getting to is that I now solved the mystery, and will now just laugh for the following 7 chapters. Ha ha ha.

(pls if shannon actually has any relation with the culprit/is the culprit, do not tell me or make any jokes/imply it. I am simply fooling around because of this quite funny dream i had)

rocking that victorian newspaper boy inspired fit.

and the hippie look. Perfect case of underdressed x overdressed. Also Tomitake Flash?????

this reads like some insane foreshadowing. Or at least it's definitely related to our little characters as well. You could say that they're like fish from the perspective of the witches. anyways, I'll put s mental pin to this line and perhaps rethink it later.

glad to see she's included in the credits now.

Anyways what's with this aquarium date?? When is it happening? Basically George and Shannon are on a date, and are just having fun, being very cute.

can't really figure out if this line should mean more or not. Cause like it's not that weird, but also it could turn into something more sinister later. I'll see.

And they say romance is dead.

Oh also another thing we (me and my sis) noticed yesterday while watching the play, but George is 23 and Shannon is 16.... raises one eyebrow. Ok george...ok...

....what magic? Hey shannon i think George will understand it very well why not explain it to us?

OOooohhh so this happens before the first game time wise. ok ok makes sense.

woah woah woah this is a bit of a change of atmosphere.

so from how much i'm getting this is Shannon talking about breaking free from her fate as 'furniture'. She is on the shrine's rock (the one that was destroyed at the beginning of ch 1) and wants to break some mirror that was offered as a sacrifice. I wonder, does that mean that because she broke this mirror, the shrine broke down and as such somehow started this entire tragedy?

is the key here metaphorical, or could it be referring to the key in the ephitath?

what promise? what wish? so many questions....question arc moment....

We then have a long scene of George and his family visiting the main house, and Shannon realising her crush on him, and some discussions between the George Jessica and her. These 2 are very cute, unfortunately it seems that Eva wants to marry George with someone who would benefit them financially/bussiness wise.

and as such it leads me to the question. Did she marry like this? Was her marriage with Hideyoshi like this oooorrr....

(before this she says that she loves her husband a lot), ah i see. I mean it's not like this doesn't happen nowadays too, except instead of getting married and then falling in love it's more like getting together and then falling in love. Which is fine, but idk if in this world this is ideal, as i doubt divorce is that accepted lol. And also ofc cause we know George loves Sayo.

anyways Eva continues talking and then takes George away and then tells the girls they'll also find men they love but then leans in and whispers something so vile and malicious in Shannon's ear, that my computer crashed and i had to restart the game lmao.

after a lot of ctrl-ing this is what she says. Bad but i think my computer overexaggerated.

So Shannon feels like shit and is caught with her head in the clouds by Natsuhi who punishes her to clean the entire reception.

mayhaps i shouldn't have wondered so far lmao. (for context i was curious if Lanon was an actual character or was just gonna remain a name and then i kept seeing yasu and here i am lol)

this is what detroit become human and what i also assume nier automata (idk i only played the prologue) wished they could be.

huuuuuh??? So again this brings me back to my question, does magic actually exist? i think so. But maybe Shannon is imagining this and all those flashy bunny rabbits I see online are Kinzo's personal strippers, idk.

Holly shit guys, look! it's the witch!!

Also is this story very related to love? I didn't expect that, interesting. Maybe it's just this chapter or a sub-genre but idk ill see. Also she already has the ring on.

hmm is it really that simple? You know how they say, don't make a deal with the devil, this is how this feels.

Huh i can't believe all my questions have been answered. So this is why she broke the mirror, this is the wish and also the promise and also the magic. Makes sense.

Also wait i just had a thought. Does Shannon break the mirror each loop, or did by any chance Kanon break it last time. Because you remember he said before he died that she should wait "another 100 years in hell for the next summoner" and assuming this summons the witch...

*shakes* who is it????

hmmm this sounds...suspiciously similar to Eva. Is she saying this because she wants to intimidate her and convince her to break the mirror or is Eva somehow behind this?

and this is just the exact quote. Why is she quoting her? Just to remind her? And if she doesn't just wanna remind her and she just thinks this then why call Kinzo Father? Is she related to him? Me and my sis have talked about the possibility of her being somehow related to Kinzo, like a daughter thingy. I'm not sure, and i definitely don't have enough clues to figure it out rn but anyways. Kinda hard to fake all of this tbh.

Immediatly after this line Kanon comes in to save Shannon, and after some more talking Beatrice gives both of them a butterfly shaped burn/bruise mark on their left palms. She does that by controlling their hands, which immediately remembered me of the ending scene in the stageplay, where Shannon and Kanon "shoot" each other with their hands in the shape of a pistol. who knows. I obviously dont.

these things are getting longer and longer...

next part

[fbwzoo]

I can't share the 30-some pictures I did with my FB post, going from last December to this December. So I'll just use this one - which I just took after a quick harness training session in which she bounced across half the couch to meet me & wagged for the first 15 seconds, and before she made me put my phone down for a bout of snuggle scritches. 😭🥰

This is such a long post, I'm going to put it under a cut. But today is the 1 year anniversary of Emma coming home to us, and I am FULL of emotions over this little dog. So if you want to read my rambling & think with me how far my baby has come in a year.... read on!

One year of my Emma. 💙💜 I didn't really expect to love this dog so much, velcro dog and all. She is definitively My Dog, and I never had a choice in the matter. I think that was just gonna happen, ever since I first saw her adoption post 1 year & 9 months ago. Every time I saw her posted again, I wanted her. It was meant to be! 🥰

And now I look back on the year & think about it all. We changed a bunch of things in our household for this little dog, and all year, we kept adjusting & improving where it was needed for her & the other animals. I love my family so much, and I'm so grateful to have found these other people who love animals & are so willing to adapt as needed for their happiness too. Everyone in the house agreed to take on a project dog, and everyone stepped up to help her settle in.

It's weird too, bc it often doesn't feel like we've DONE that much. But when I tell someone new about her, or spell it out for myself, I'm reminded that we've done the work, even if it mostly didn't seem like work. And we gave her what we knew we absolutely could, what she needed most - time and space. We went at her pace, let her lead us, and it's been truly amazing to watch her over this year.

Emma has gone from being very worried to terrified about any & all human movements, unable to be pet or touched, quick to be on guard at any small change in position. Terrified of loud noises and too much activity. Barking at Joel to try and make him go away. Pottying in the house on pee pads because outside is scary. Only laying in a lap if the lap was covered with a blanket.

All of that.... to a dog that spends 98% of her time relaxed, happy, and ready to be involved. She greets us with alert barks instead of guarding barks, tail wags, bouncing, and licks (okay, mostly me for some of that but still). Everyone in the house has been able to pet her. She actively loves to be pet by Jack in bed & me anywhere when she wants snuggles. She plays with her dog siblings and with me. She discovered the joys of yard zoomies early on & never looked back - she potty trained faster and better than Spring!

She knows and likes our household routines. She LOVES food, and it's the quickest way to her heart! 😂 But she's learned some manners too, like not snatching food with any opportunity! She's gotten more comfortable being on the floor. She still likes to chew more than our other two, and has gotten really great at managing big emotions by redirecting to a Benebone!

We're not the best at active training, but even so, she makes us & me look good! She's interested now, when the treats come out, and wants to see what to do to get some. She interacts with new objects, she is doing great with harness training.

She has opinions now!!! And she will tell you!!! Especially if they involve dinner time! 😂 I still can't believe she demand barks now, and it's been too cute for us to bother stopping for the most part.

I've thought about goals for her over the next year, and I definitely have some big ones. Continue harness training until I can put it fully on her & take it off. Leash skills & comfort with them. All of that slowly, so slowly leading up to trips out of the house - to do vet happy visits, check out some SniffSpots, and go visit her sister at foster mom's house. I also want to introduce some pattern games to help with all of that.

And we plan to start having people over to the house again! Not sure how often or how many, and we may have to alter pace based on how she does. But she's so often surprised us with her resilience, so I think we'll do okay! (And obviously all visitors will be required to follow rules around my pup, or face the mama bear wrath 😂)

But mostly....I just can't wait for another year with this extremely sweet, loving, exuberant little dog that is working so hard to find her confidence. We're all so very proud of Emma, and love her so much. 💜💙

I also included a thank you to both rescues & Emma's foster mom, for all of their time, work, and hoops to ensure that Emma would be safe. They genuinely gave us all the information we needed to make sure we were prepared, and I am even more grateful for that after seeing how rare our experience is in my fearful dogs group.