#yOU NEVER NEEDED MORE THAN SIX WILLOWS

[bonefall]

i just scrolled down on that same tools post. til you can make baskets out twine!

You sure can!

In fact after doing even more research in the months after that tools post, I found out you can use even more than just bramble/blackberry shoots and twine. There is an entire species of willow called "basket willow" from which the shoots are used to weave.

Longtime followers will remember when I was screeching about the Six Willows that I made Clanmew terms for... WELL GIRLIES. I MISSED SOME. THERES MORE THAN SIX AND ELDER BONES IS GONNA MCFREAKING LOSE IT

[beatrixstonehill2]

Willow stared at her growing breasts in total disbelief. They weren't stopping. This felt half like a dream come true and like a nightmare for her. She was a therapist, and needed to maintain a certain level of professionalism with her clients, she wondered how they'd react seeing these monstrous, growing breasts. She teased the idea of letting her male clients play with them to relieve stress, hell, maybe she'd make a killing! All she knew was there was no going back to her old self.

About a year ago she met her future husband, Liam. He was suave, older than her, and very fit. He had his own Condo in Manhattan, working as a stock broker. The man was everything Willow wanted and more out of a guy. Six months after their first date he proposed. A month later the had their wedding by the waterfront, and Willow didn't have a second thought. On their honeymoon, he confessed his fantasy, handing her a bottle of breast growth pills, telling her how much he always dreamed of a woman growing out her breasts for him....

She was only a B-Cup and thought it couldn't hurt to try. But she didn't understand this bottle of pills activated something in a woman's DNA..... These weren't simple, innocent supplements you could stop, they were a very expensive program that hit a switch inside a woman's genes. The switch told the body to make the breasts grow, and it simply wouldn't stop. Her husband already joked that after her breasts cover the bed in a couple years, they could be reduced back down to MM-Cups or 'something manageable'. Though they'd only grow again.

Willow salivated, watching them inflate every day, all of her clothes not fitting. Her husband constantly bough her new things, though they both knew soon she wouldn't fit in much of anything. How could her clients possibly adjust? Dealing with their dark fantasies and porn addictions, only to step into a room with a therapist who used to have small breasts, now with a pair spilling onto her lap. She pictured herself trying to act casual and go about her day, her breasts getting heavier and more cartoonish by the day. There was nothing she could do, even if she for some reason left Liam, which she'd never dream of. She'd forever have turbo-charged gigantomastia. She smirked, admiring them spilling from her dress, thinking to herself she could always do her sessions by Zoom, sitting in her bed, her breasts covering their king-size bed, surrounding her. The thought made her blush, but she couldn't deny how hot it made her, too. By then she'd be so pregnant, she could hardly wait to see how much milk she'd produce.....

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF AUGUST 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Dare You || @dontflailmenow🔞💕✅💯

↳ One dare. One night. One creepy, people-died-here, dilapidated house. Two reluctant explorers. Of course it’s Halloween.

Keep It Quiet || @jaemified🔞💕✅💯

↳ you and seungcheol never liked taking risks, especially with 8 of his 12 roommates home. but, up until your self control couldn’t handle it anymore, you both found it was best to keep it quiet.

Laundry Room || @ikigaisvt🔞💕✅

↳ in which your husband is really good at cleaning - and he looks hot doing so.

Taking Care of Their S/O having Foot Pain From Their Heels || @wheeboo💕✅

↳ Anon Req: heyy there! your blog is amazing <3 i recently went to a party and wore a new pair of very uncomfortable 4in heels for like five to six hours ( ended up getting cuts and blisters :’)) so may I request svt members reacting to s/o who tortured their feet in heels for a party? tysm<3 

Your Cherry Flavored Kisses || @hannyoontify💕✅

↳ as his mom always said, kisses are the best kind of medicine for boo-boos

I Hate U, I Love U || @wonusite🔞💕💔✅

↳ After finally managing to escape the lifelong rivalry you once had with Yoon Jeonghan, you’re unexpectedly thrown back into the undesirable feud after receiving a scholarship to the most prestigious private school in the city. Despite your attempts to leave the past in the past, you discover too late that you’re the only one interested in letting the vendetta go. Years later, there’s a switch in dynamic when you’re the one unwilling to let it go.

The Very First Night || @shuadrive💕💔✅

↳ the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend.

Close Proximity || @chilligyu💕💔✅

↳ when she first met mingyu, she didn’t know what to expect. she was desperate for a roommate, he needed a place to stay. they were exactly what the other needed, in more ways than one.

Contusion Confusion || @seungkwansphd💕💔✅

↳ your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why.

Jihoon's Puppy || @rubyreduji💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ jihoon can’t seem to shake the puppy dog who keeps following him around or the teasing he gets for it

Kidult || @hoeforhao💕💔✅💯

↳ can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?

Real Eyes, Fake Lies || @wooataes💕💔🔄💯

↳ What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

Willow || @wongyuuu💕💔✅

↳ seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

Your Games Suck: Next Level || @onlymingyus🔞✅💯💯

↳ (no summary but just think, wonwoo and seungcheol???. yes please.)

I'm Dating Woozi || @jihoonotes💕✅

↳ y/n is in a public relationship w/ woozi of SVTZ and decides to make a twitter acc to support jihoon, but SVTZ fans seem to think they're delusional.

Pang! || @kkumawrites💕💔✅

↳ You'd consider yourself a simple college student, a freshman who just wants to survive their first year - but things get complicated when you're suddenly falling for someone you definitely shouldn't be, especially since he has a girlfriend already.

Yearning || @jihoonotes💕💔✅💯

↳ for yn it was love at first sight, but for jihoon it was annoyed at first sight.. oops?

[Tales From The Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect || @gamerwoo🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[nerdieforpedro]

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

Your legs are over the side of the bed and carry you to your back door where your yellow crocs are. It’s off the back of the kitchen so you grab some rum and mango juice. A chair you bought when you went to an antiques show with some friends sits on your back porch and you plop down. It rocks and that helps your nerves slightly. Your large thighs press into the sides of the rocking chair but not painfully. The periwinkle sleep shorts you have are matched by the camisole that has bunched up at the bottom exposing the pooch of your stomach.

The crickets are loud and there are even some lightning bugs about dotting around the tall grass that surrounds the lake in the middle of your backyard. The lake is connected to an estuary that your neighbor across the way often drives his airboat off in. Thankfully the water is at least slow moving to it only attracts but so many bugs, but that’s also why you’ve taken to lighting a lavender eucalyptus candle when you come outside on the porch. Ironic considering the very same scent that keeps various insects away is supposed to lull you to sleep and it does not. You’ve never met the man. Only seen him on his back porch.

You know very little about him, not even his name. He’s at least your age, if not older. Tall and broad with sun-kissed skin from working during the daylight hours you assume or it could be his natural skin tone. His hair is brown except for a gray or blonde patch in the front. From what you’ve seen, he has a patchy beard that could have gray or more blonde and a wicked smile. It’s then that he emerges from his abode the same as you. He has something to drink as well. Usually he’s wearing a t-shirt or tank top but it’s balmy this morning so he’s shirtless in some loose shorts. You’re not sure if they’re for sleep or lounging. There looks to be some definition to his chest as he takes in the night air. He looks up after pouring himself a glass of something that might be brown, it’s hard to see from here and it’s dark. The man’s limbs are weighted down like yours are. Could his thoughts be running a mile a minute as well? What would lead him to be on his porch too? Is he alone like you? Shouldn’t he have someone warming his bed? Given how he looks from here, he shouldn’t have any issue in that department. Maybe it’s by choice, but why would he choose to? Divorced? Separated? Recent break-up? Maybe a fight with someone and they’re letting each other stew…

Planning different scenarios for the day, reviewing what you’ve seen, the care you’ve provided the people you encountered. Today you discharged a patient home, consulted one where the doctor sort of explained that they have cancer but it didn’t really sink in and assisted with post-mortem care because you were the nurse with the most experience on the unit. The rest were new grads, bless them but they really needed to remove teaching care plans and expand on communication, psych and discussions with biases surrounding death. Maybe you should email the state board, do they even check their email? They had to, right? They’re a government body, but are they gonna do anything with it? Your mind has spun again in that short time. 

The lack of restful sleep is having the same encumbering effect on the pair of you. Fatigued bodies to match your brains. 

His glass raises and he nods in your direction. You do the same. Then you both drain your glasses and refill them. No words are exchanged. The sounds of water, insects, and a light breeze fill the void where speech would be. Normally these sounds are what lull most people to sleep in Louisiana, but not you nor him.

A toast to another night of sleep lost.

Part Two

[kitkatopinions]

@kitestarry Thought I'd answer this comment in its own post. :)

Ghira and Kali are very much so stereotypical "Mom and Dad" characters imo, where Kali is kind of nosy and she's comforting and she's given that "no she can hit people with pans too" thing that people give Supermoms since like 2000 so they can say they're strong women without having to do any work, and Ghira is like overprotective and tells Blake she isn't wearing enough clothes and hates Sun because he's a boy who's interested in his daughter. And I don't like the stereotypical "Mom and Dad" characterization in any setting really, but since they're only featured in two seasons and are honestly not even sort of the focus of Blake's 4-5 arc (which is much more about her, Sun, and Ilia,) they're very paper thin characters I feel like. So there isn't much else to them. But on top of that, the RWBY writers do this thing where they'll make the teenage characters do dangerous stuff but do not care to write the "caring" parental figures in their life to actually do anything about it. Like, with Willow you can at least be like "well she's an alcoholic who had an abusive husband" which doesn't mean that her complete lack of presence until V7 and her lack of action in protecting her children is fine, but it makes more sense. And when then sixteen year old Ruby left home to go after Cinder and supposedly like a year later Tai still is completely not around, we could at least say "well, he knows she's with Qrow and he might not have known how serious everything was" which isn't a good excuse, but it's at least something. But, I believe Blake ran away from home five years before the start of the show, which means she was like twelve! And she ran away to be part of a group Ghira thought was dangerous and morally wrong (which is why he left in the first place.) Like, we don't know if Blake had a good place to stay for that whole time, if she ever went hungry, and the show fully tells us she was in a bad and unsafe relationship for part of it. And where were her parents? And then the Fall of Beacon happens after Blake is on TV during the Vytal Festival, and the whole thing just makes them feel like very uncaring bad parents. There's also Ghira's whole peaceful protest 'be nice to your oppressors and they might like you' 'we need to stop faunus violence' thing. Like many Faunus characters, Ghira's a mouthpiece for the severely badly handled fantasy racism plot. It's bad on Blake, but since she has a lot more character and role outside of that, it's easy enough to just clip it out for her for me. But because Ghira has been such a small role, it's a lot harder to dismiss for him. Like if you removed that sort of thing from Ghira's character, all that you'd have left is 'over-protective dad who doesn't care about finding his twelve year old runaway but will comment on her belly shirt when she comes home."

But also, I don't write for them to be honest. Writing for characters oftentimes makes me like them more because it helps me dive into the character concept more than the oftentimes lackluster execution. There are a lot of characters I didn't like that much, but then when I write for them, I find myself really enjoying them. But my sister and I first started writing for RWBY after volume six with a fanfiction that was an AU branch off starting at the end of V5. And the only fanfictions I've written either are branches off of that branch off or are Team STRQ era fics. So... Ghira and Kali aren't really part of things in my fics ever.

So yeah, it's a combination of them being thin stereotypical parents with very little interest to them, their apparent lack of care when their twelve year old ran away, and just never writing for them so they don't get the same treatment of me fleshing them out myself that other characters who are just as thin in canon might get that make me like them more.

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU question: does Jaune still have his white streaks in the new life? I think it be pretty cool if he did and since there is a real life condition called Poliosis it wouldn't be considered that wierd.

Family Bonding

Jeanne: Uhh, Jaune, is your hair turning white?

Jaune: Seems so…

Jeanne: Doesn’t that only happen when you’re old?

Jaune: Well, it was a side effect after I returned from the, Ever After. Maybe I just picked it up?

Jeanne: Well, while it’s a bit weird that, that’s happening to you, since everything that has happened to you. But, you looked absolutely great with those white streaks in your hair in our past life.

Jaune: I know, Rin absolutely loved it.

Jeanne: Rin absolutely loved you. Hell she had a daughter with you. Even if she knew you couldn’t be there for you, she loved you enough to conceive a child with you, and what a wonderful child she was.

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Jaune?

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Jaune, are you okay?

Jaune: This world is our second chance at life… my second chance of living a happier life. A life without the pain, and all the rage I endured in that life. And, if there’s anything, anything in this life I want more than anything else… I want the life I could have had with, Rin. I want to live my life with the daughter I never had… I want that happy life…

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: I thought you were fine with not being there for them?

Jaune: Not really… I was okay that I couldn’t be there to help her, but… I wish I was… I just wish I could have been there for the both of them. See her grow up, and become the fine woman, and huntress you said she became. I can’t help but feel like the deadbeat dad who abandoned his pregnant wife, and child. We were okay with what we did, but…

Jeanne: Don’t worry, Jaune, you’ll find her, and get to live that life you never had.

Jaune: I hope so… I know I plan to do that with, Pyrrha, and May if she’s here to. I want to live those lives I could only dream of.

Jeanne: Tell me… Is there… Anyone else you want to live those lives with…?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Maybe, Nora?

Jeanne: Jaune! You know I was talking about me!

Jaune: Hehehe! I know, Jeanne. It’s just…?!

: Ohhhh~!

JJ: …

: Mmmm-AH~!

Jaune: …

Jeanne: That’s not mom, is it?

Jaune: No… I think it’s…

: AHHHH~! That’s it darling, right there~!

JJ: Willow Schnee.

Jeanne: Well, that didn’t take as long as I hoped.

Jaune: Couldn’t wait until we were…

: Ohhh~! Right there baby~! Right there~!

Jeanne: Oh there’s, Mom!

Jaune: They’re having a threesome, good for them. We’re leaving now!

Jeanne: I’ve already sent a message to the others, they’re already heading to the storage house, and grabbing their gear.

Jaune: Okay, lets grab our usual stuff, and get the hell out of here!

Jeanne: We should also grab an extra sleeping bag, and at least a four person tent.

Jaune: What, why?

Jeanne: For, Winter. We aren’t leaving her here with that are we?

Jaune: No, that’s a good point, I didn’t even think about her. Lets go do that, but uhh… where is she?

Jeanne: I don’t know, do you have her number?

Jaune: Nope. You?

Jeanne: Me neither. Shit. We need to find, and quick. Before…

Winter: Before what?

Jaune: Ah! Winter! What fortuitous timing! We need to go, now!

Winter: Why?

Jeanne: The less said the better. Come on we have to go!

Winter: Not until I talk with my mother, then I’ll go on whatever it is you want me to go with you for.

Jeanne: That’s not a good idea.

Winter: Why not?

Jeanne: Well…!!

: OHHH YESSSSS~!

JJW: …

Winter: W-What… Was that…?

Jaune: By the gods! Were on the pouch, and we can still hear them!

Winter: Wait! Are you parents having sex; Was that your mother?!

JJ: That wasn’t our mother.

Winter: W-W-What…?!

: That’s it dear! OOOHHH YEAH~! Just like that~!

JJ: That’s our mom.

Winter: What?! What’s going on?!!

~~~

Winter: …

Winter: So… Considering how you had all this camping equipment just sitting there, you’ve had to do this before haven’t you?

Jaune: I think we were six the first time we did this.

Jeanne: Four; it was after Angela was born.

Jaune: Really? I don’t remember that.

Winter: Wait, this has been happening since you were four years old?!

Jeanne: Yeah pretty much.

Jaune: Yeah, if, Saphire’s pregnancy didn’t end up with, Mom being infertile, we would have at least six more siblings.

Jeanne: Luna’s probably already started a betting pool that we’ll have another one.

Winter: But, if your mother is infertile, that means what was that betting pool, Luna mentioned was all about?

Jeanne: That the betting pool, Luna made is on when it is born, if it’s a boy, or a girl, and if it’s twins.

Jaune: Good gods… please tell me she didn’t do that. Luna seriously didn’t make a betting pool on that!

Winter: WHAT?!! You degenerates are betting on whether, or not my mom gets pregnant?!

Jaune: Not me! I never take part in these bets. But, the rest of them are. And, if you think that’s bad, then I would love to hear your opinion on the betting pool involving me.

Winter: Do I want to…?

Jaune: Actually, I don’t want to hear your opinion on that..

Winter: Okaybthen.

Jeanne: The pool is on which sibling sleeps, and/or takes, Jaune’s virginity~!

Winter: What?!

Jaune: Jeanne?!

Jeanne: I’m currently holding the lead~! While you coming into the top ten, Winter.

Winter: I’m in the top ten…? No wait! I’m on the list?!

Jaune: And, you wondered why I wanted to shank one of my sisters with a rusty spoon.

Winter: Oh good gods… I thought dealing with, Weiss, and Whitely’s antics was a nightmare. But, the rest of my siblings are worse… So, so much worse.

Jaune: Siblings…? You referred to us as, ‘siblings.’

Jeanne: Do you see us as your siblings, Winter?

Winter: …

Winter: I’ve only been around you guys for a week… I’ll acknowledge that we are siblings by blood, but by bond… I… I need more time…

Jeanne: Take your time, we’ll be here when you need us, Oneesan.

Winter: Grk! Good gods why does that hit so hard?!

Jaune: You’re not used to genuine love, and affection.

Winter: You heard me?!

JJ: Yep!

Winter: You two are unnerving in how surprising you can be… You two are exceptionally skilled students, too skilled in fact. You have incredibly strong, and versatile semblances that you know the ins, and outs of by heart. You seem to have extreme knowledge about me, and my family. Even about things I never told you about… None of this makes sense. What are you…?

Jaune: We get that a lot… Were just a pair of hunters-in-training, nothing more.

Winter: Nonetheless, you two know quite a lot about me, especially you, Jeanne. Why is that??

Jeanne: Even if we told you, you wouldn’t believe us. I wouldn’t believe it, and I was a part of it.

Winter: Try me.

Jaune: Should we…? She is family after all.

Jeanne: By blood, but not by bond.

Jaune: She must earn the rights to our secrets then?

Jeanne: Yep, and I have the perfect way she can earn it!

Winter: How?

Jeanne: Specialist have a special program that allows you to take on a protégé, correct?

Winter: It does, why do you…?! Wait, you want me to be your mentor?!

Jeanne: Yep, I shall become your beautiful little protégé~! What do you say?

Winter: You can’t be serious.

Jeanne: Why not? You’ve seen how good I am, I wouldn’t be a burden to you.

Winter: …

Jeanne: Come on, it would be a great learning experience for me! Imagine all the things you could teach me!

Winter: I don’t know…

Jeanne: I’ll give you a hug if you say yes~?

Winter: You seriously think that would work, on me no less?

Jeanne: Yes.

Winter: …

Winter: Haaa… It will take some explaining to my superiors. But, fine… I will take you on as my protégé.

Jeanne: Whoo! Thanks, Winter!

Winter: Yes, yes, you’re very welcome… Please let go of me…

Jeanne: No~!

Winter: Grrrrr…!

Jaune: When did you decide on doing this, Jeanne.

Jeanne: A while after our first duel. Since you’re leaving to, Vale to do some training with our uncle. I thought, why can’t I do the same with my, Oneesan?

Jaune: Fair, but are you really okay with this, Winter. Jeanne can be a bit of a handful, especially when using her semblance.

Winter: Jeanne will be an exceptionally skilled, Huntress. The skill she has shown me will prove that to be true. While she does seem a bit unruly, I think she will go far. And… Why not spend more time with my little sister?

Jeanne: (Gasp!) Oneesan~!

Winter: Grk?! Jeanne?! Let go! You’re chocking me!

Jaune: Well, everything seems fine then. Now come on, we got a fire going, lets have ourselves some smores!

Jeanne: Yes! Smores!

Winter: Uhhh… what’s a smore?

JJ: …

Jeanne: What blasphemy is this…?!

Winter: W-What?

Jaune: No wonder she’s so uptight; she doesn’t even know what a smore is!

Winter: Excuse me?!

[okkotsuus]

we all still die (satoru g.) !

features: satouru g.

contents: general tw. jjk manga spoilers (shibuya). angst. blood. death. kidnapping. blindfolds. death threats. narcissism. imprisonment. major character death (it’s not gojo). curses. trial. fear. crying. fighting. yelling. animal death. graphic descriptions. heartbreak. grief. ego death. inspired by willow tree march by the paper kites. 3.6k words

tagging: @king-of-dreamers

the tags are a doozy but i promise it's really not that bad...

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

he was the peak of jujutsu society, of this era, of this world even. but you? you were so incredibly average that it almost disgusted him. you, y/n l/n, his classmate in his first year of jujutsu tech.

with a technique like yours, you were destined for greatness, your life was served to you on a silver platter. yet, you were so plain, so unassuming, so underwhelming,

gravitational manipulation, it was a technique from your family line that hadn’t been born into this world for the last thousand years. it was created back in jujutsu’s golden age: when sukuna and greats still roamed this earth. it was the mark of myth and legend, it was a shining light in jujutsu. but it was you who possessed it.

boring, unimaginative you. gojo was angry, because he too was a child of miracle, he was just like you. yet, the two of you were so different. he doubted that he was more different than anyone else.

he first meets you at school he’s loud and boisterous as he introduces himself. he knows who he is, and he is proud. “heya! i’m satoru gojo, who’re you?” his eyes peek over the rims of his sunglasses that are far too dark to see out of, they’re a blue that you’d never seen in this life.

“y/n l/n.” your answer is gruff and meek at the same time, hands shoving into your pocket as your back hunches to remove his sparkling pools of eyes from your view. gojo takes all offense to this.

he is the prime of jujutsu society. yet you do not even look at him, like some form of insubordination he feels a bitter spitefulness curl in his chest. you, this meek thing, dares to be so uncourteous to the pillar of jujutsu. gojo has one hell of an ego on him by the age of fifteen.

at this point, he decides he doesn’t like you. later on, yaga makes everyone introduce themselves and their techniques.

“suguru geto and i use curse manipulation.”

“ieiri shoko, i use reversed curse technique.”

“satoru gojo, bearer of the six eyes and limitless!” his eyes shift over to you, wanting to see that shock and awe that he got from the other two. but it never came. your hands stayed deep in your uniform pockets as you stared down at the ground, his blood boiled in a way it never had before.

you didn’t go to speak, until yaga prompted you. “y/n l/n, gravitational manipulation.” your eyes finally looked up from through  the shadow of your downcasted face. e/c eyes like unpolished gems, matte but such potential to glow.

gojo’s mouth flopped open like a fish, you, this meek thing. was also a miracle? in a semblance of something that was almost ego death, gojo realized that not everyone with power was like him. that was the first day that you entered staoru gojo’s radar.

satoru gojo sees you first use your technique in combat only a week later. you were assigned a solo mission, which he forcibly tagged along on, insisting you needed his help. satoru gojo has been a special grade sorcerer since practically the day he was born. so why were you, a second grade who’s name is not known to the world, assigned solo missions that even he is not privy to?

satoru gojo experiences true fear for the first time that day. he stands beside you watching as you stare at a curse, hands still comfortably concealed. the curse is writhing on the ground, letting out strangled chitters as it is crushed under some sort of invisible force. or rather, by gravity. it’s as if it is compressing, being contorted into some sort of compacted form that is so miserably small he begins to wonder if this is actually you doing this, with how you were, this couldn’t be you. 

the curse dies and before blinking, your eyes slide over to him, for the briefest moment gojo feels this crushing weight on his form. he is sent tumbling to his knees, but then it’s immediately gone. blood comes rushing from between his lips as tears are squeezed from those crystalline eyes. his entire body shakes, as if he had just bore the heaviest weight of all time, as if he was atlas bearing the weight of the world.

from this position, the first time he’d ever knelt before another, his eyes truly meet yours for the first time. in those endless, hollow pools of e/c, he sees a guilt swim. in your pockets your fists ball, you stalk off without him. a muttered apology is lost in the wind and the swirling of thoughts in the white-haired boy’s head.

this is the day that you become more than just a blip on satoru gojo’s radar. you become more than just another body in the room with him. you become known in his mind, you become y/n l/n to him.

you don’t see him for a week, avoiding him in some sort of guilty haze. gravitational manipulation was activated ocularly, which is why you tried your best to not look at people. lest you end up with accidental activation and another mangled body on the floor.

your curse claims its first life at the age of six, the day it manifests. your bright e/c eyes slide across the room to meet the family dog, who had been avoiding you for the last couple of hours. excitement surges through you as you continue to look at your beloved pet. the dog lets out a loud yelp as it’s fur is suddenly matted with blood, mangled as if smashed like a bug under a shoe.

a scream parts your lips as tears well in your eyes, obscuring your vision. a servant comes rushing in and when your eyes meet hers, she bears the same fate. squashed like a ketchup packet. your walls are red, your vision is red, everything is red.

but then your vision goes black, you feel a sharp pain in the side of your neck as a rough cloth is wrapped around your eyes. everything is foggy in this memory. all you know is that you woke up in complete darkness, that rough sheet of fabric wound tightly around your head.

you’re roughly grabbed as you are dragged into some sort of room, a faint candlelight seeps into the gaps of your blindfold, but you are unable to see anything but those amber splotches in the corner of your vision.

“let the records state that this is the trial to determine whether l/n y/n is a threat to jujutsu society, and whether they will be allowed to live.” blood pounds in your ears as you sit there, trying to soothe yourself by rocking back and forth. you are just six, a small child, yet you have killed about five people by know. you don’t remember any killings but that of the dog and your servant, but apparently it happened when you were being transported here.

you don’t remember much of the trial, only blips of shouting. you didn’t speak once, just sat there and sniveled, you are only six. what did they expect, for you to bed for your life? you hadn’t even lived yet, there was nothing for you to beg for. you had nothing to live for.

all you remember was being picked up from under your arms and being taken away by a large body, they were warm. so warm. you fell asleep almost instantly after contact.

you wake up without the blindfold on your face, your eyes open to see for the first time in nearly a week. everything is blurry before it focuses. the room is dim, a boring concrete box with one metal door. candles burn on the walls like some sort of medieval passageway.

when you stir, a smaller metal door opens and a rabbit hops in. your eyes shift to it and immediately it’s crushed, tangled and matted just like your dog. it’s leg twitches one last time before it dies.

a shriek rips from your dry throat, echoing in this cement boc as it reverberates and pierces your own ears.

a voice rings out, with no visible source. “y/n l/n, you will not leave this room until you can look at a human without instantly crushing them.”

they stayed true to their word. it took three weeks until you could look at a rabbit without killing it. two weeks for a cat. three weeks for a dog. four weeks for a monkey. after those three months you were allowed to look at a human, they sent the person in and they fell to their knees, blood pooling out of their mouth. but they did not immediately die. they later died of injuries, but it was not instant. so you were allowed to see the sun for the first time in three months. now, you were seven years old, spending your birthday in that miserable room.

you remained in the facility for seven more years. everyday you trained, you learned just how much pressure was needed to kill various species, from a fly to a human. it was ingrained into your mind. you learned how to target, how to crush a specific organ or body part. you became some sort of auto-kill machine. they also taught you how to reduce your own gravity, to reduce gravity on weapons. you became a soldier. you figured out that if you manipulated your gravity close enough you could fly. that was your favorite, it was the only time in your life where you had felt free.

you were freed under order of jujutsu officials, forced to go to a jujutsu high school so that they could perfect you into a weapon for the higher-ups. all your life that’s what you have been, a weapon.

but now, a week after nearly killing him, gojo satoru stands in front of you. he proclaims that if you were to use the full force of your technique that you wouldn’t kill him. he proclaims that his technique surpasses yours. you want to believe him, you really do. but you have too many bodies under your heel to take the risk.

“y/n l/n, you cannot kill me as i am right now!”

you shake your head and go to leave, but he catches you around your elbow, like a hook for him with your habit of keeping your hands concealed. your head spins and you lock eyes with him, delivering a slight force to try to get him to let go, but he does not budge. unlike last time, he stands strong, he remains unflinching, he remains the satoru gojo you had heard so much about.

your eyes widen as your heartbeat thunders in your ears.the pressure keeps increasing as you ready yourself to instantly cancel if needed, but he does not relent, he does not fall. the ground around him is cracking and crumbling inwards but he stands tall and true. you release, feeling your entire body lose tension, for the first time in seven years you feel your gaze soften.

you lower your gravity as you begin to float up, he remains hooked onto you, coming upwards with you. when jujutsu tech looks like a dollhouse, you stop ascending, choosing to stare at the boy in front of you.

this is the day that you recognize satoru gojo. as the burden of always being the strongest slips off your shoulders and onto his, you are truly free for the first time in your fifteen years of life. your hands leave your pocket as you hold his cheeks in your palms, limitless was turned off long ago as you lowered his gravity too.

your eyes meet his own and you feel a warmth spread in your chest.

“thank you satoru gojo, for lifting the burden of strength off my shoulders.” his eyes widened, those empty eyes of yours glimmered in the unfiltered sunlight like gemstones, shining and pure. your palms are warm against his cheeks, he cannot help but lean into your touch, like a cat.

that was the day satoru swore he would be the strongest, for the both of you. not for the world, not for the non-sorcerers, but for you. to keep this free euphoria splayed across your cheeks, to keep this warmth in his heart.

satoru gojo swears that you will not have to carry the burden of being the strongest ever again.

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

but we all still die.

gojo is now a teacher as he stands here, staring at you as you stand in front of him with that smile on your face. he can’t shake the sense of foreboding he feels as you look at him with all that love in your eyes.

he can’t help but hold you a little tighter and kiss you a little harder as he goes off to shibuya to address the command for his presence. he was to go off first, and you were to trail a pace behind him. after satoru gojo, you were the strongest. you two would be able to resolve this all on your own, and additional forces would be sent in to clear lower grade curses while you dealt with the master minds together.

that was how it was supposed to go.

gojo stands in front of suguru geto, not seeing him as he is behind the sorcerer, you stand a pace behind him, slowing as you take in the man who had died last year. he was a dead man walking, talking, and fighting. your heart stops as you watch the prison realm open. your blood runs cold as those shackles you thought had escaped you clamp tight again over your neck, choking the words that are about to part your lips.

“yo! satoru !!”

“huh?”

“it’s been a while.”

in that brief moment that it takes for gojo to turn and process his best friend, one minute passes in his mind, you know what is going to happen. but you refuse to accept it as you spring forwards to try to shove your beloved out of the way, but it’s too late.

prison realm wraps its tendrils around the man you love and in that moment you feel the manacle around your neck tug you back up like a noose. you are pulled back up to your title as the strongest as you feel satoru’s cursed energy cease. it chokes you as tears slide down your cheeks, escaping from eyes that the light has yet again died in.

“c’mon now satoru. are you letting your mind wander during a fight?” you watch as gojo desperately tries to push out the fainest shred of cursed energy, but fails. you take your hands out of your pockets and hold them together, focusing on generating the cursed energy into a single point. if you were going to be forced to be the strongest, you were going to die with the title while fighting for the man who took that burden off your shoulders for seven years of your life.

“domain expansion: black hole” your eyes are completely black as they lock onto the body of suguru geto, a singularity swimming in the palm of your hand as the domain curls around the two of you. you can hear the shouts of gojo but you ignore him, if you had to die for this world, maybe you would finally fulfill the path that was served to you on a silver platter at birth.

your domain is pitch black other than the singularity in your hand, it has a ring of light around it. there is one moment before it activates and you take this moment to whisper out a final goodbye. “thank you for freedom, satoru, let us meet in the next life.”

you are in your second year in high school when you tell gojo everything. everything: the facility, your past, and the secret of your technique. there was a reason why it had not been born for the past thousand years. there is no other body suitable.

the technique is used ocularly, but it reaches it’s climax when activated with the hands. the technique is cursed to kill when it is used with the hands, to follow in the fate of its creator. chiyoko l/n died when using the technique with their hands, forming a black hole when fighting amaterasu. it sucked up both themself and a portion of the god, which is what allowed the cursed technique to be able to pass on to the next generation despite its creator having no heir.

this technique was known as black hole, appropriately named. it was the strongest cursed technique in history, but it would always kill its barer. there was no way to survive the use of black hole, it is a desperate last-ditch attempt to save a life other than your own. chiyoko used it to try to save the earth from amaterasu’s wrath, and now you use it to try to save the world and the man you love from the thing pretending to be suguru geto.

memories of the former bearer flood your mind before activation. and you are able to recognize the man in front of you. noritoshi kamo, known under the alias of kenjaku. the scum of the jujutsu world. 

but you weren’t the only one who was allowed a moment of peace before activation. kenjaku knew the incarnation of chiyoko l/n walked this earth, and when he gained suguru geto he knew that they would come rushing in with satoru gojo. so he planned accordingly.

after chiyoko l/n rose to fame, a cursed object was created to combat them, but it was never able to be tested, as they died at their own hands against the sun god. pocket space, a single-use item that allows the user to briefly relocate to a pocket dimension for exactly 0.2 seconds.

suguru geto smashed into the orb and he’s gone, your eyes widened as you desperately try to shut off your technique. but it’s hunger is relentless. you feel true pain for the first time in your life as a scream is ripped from your throat, the sound is eaten by the black hole, along with the left half of your torso. it shuts off, but not quick enough to spare you.

the domain crumbles around you as your flop onto the ground, weakly sitting up to lock eyes with satoru gojo, who is crying for the first time in years. you feel your life seeping out of the gaping hole in your side where your heart once was.

“guess i really am the strongest, huh?” a cough thunders out of your mouth as blood spatters the floor in front of you. a single drop of the warm, thich substance slides down gojo’s cheek as he stares dead at you. you stare at him with that damned smile on your face as blood drips from the corners of your mouth.

suguru geto reappears as you turn to him, still smiling. “take care of his body, kenjaku, satoru will need something to bury when this is all over.” the curse laughs and idly nods, kicking you down against the ground and watching as the blood seeps out of you like a burst pipe.

gojo does not speak as he watches the light leave your eyes, all he does is shake like a leaf in the wind. kenjaku steps on your back as he hears you wheeze, gojo goes to try to defend you but he is unable to move even an inch as he is forced to remember the situation at hand.

the love of his life and the most important person to him is dying in front of his eyes, he is about to be sealed for possibly forever in an inescapable dimension. and there is nothing that he can do to stop it.

for the first time in his life, satoru gojo experiences a true ego death as his world dies on the ground in front of him. life pooling out of their side.

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

but if that was true, why are you dead on the floor in front of him, why is he trapped, why is he powerless to this all? why can’t he do anything? why is this happening?

he isn’t allowed to steep in his thoughts as suguru geto approaches. smile on the face of what was once his best friend.

“good night, satoru gojo. let us meet again in the new world.”

everything goes black as the prison realm seals in on him and the final thought that satoru gojo has in this world is simply: “why?”

okkotsuus 23

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a part 2 to The Secrets Out? Maybe Y/N ends up pregnant at some point and she has to relinquish her championship and during the duration of her pregnancy LuFisto continues to cause problems for the reader and her little family (consisting of Isla, Christian, and their Unborn child) and it starts causing her problems and Christian helps her in every way that he can?

The Secret's out Pt 2

An: This is already long and I didn't want to make it longer so there will be another part with the LuFisto drama and how Christian helps the reader

Summary: Y/n returns to the ring after her broken nose like she never missed a beat. But everything changes when Y/n unexpectedly becomes pregnant. How will this affect not only her relationship with Christian Cage but her career in AEW?

Word count: 3115

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury and vomit (I think that’s everything)

Six weeks had gone by faster than I expected and before I knew it I would make my return just in time for forbidden door. Within those six weeks I was gone many things happened, the drama with LuFisto had pretty much been settled and I was able to bond more with Isla. Christian was home when he could and when he was home the three of us would do ‘family things’. Whether that was going to the zoo, the park or just going out for ice cream. The end of June was soon approaching which meant Isla would soon be on Summer Break. Which also meant ‘Mr. Father of the year’ would bring his spawn to work if he wanted to.

Since I had been spending the majority of 5 weeks with just Isla I wanted to make the last week of our bonding time special before I had to go back to work. She had just finished school so I thought now would be a perfect time for us to go on a little trip just the two of us to celebrate a successful school year. Isla picked on Florida and since I have a home in Ft. Lauderdale I thought it would be a perfect fit. 

Although the trip would only be 3 days since I had to arrive in Chicago on Tuesday to make my return we made the best of it. The first day we arrived we spent at the beach building sand castles, walking on the boardwalk, going shopping in the cute stores by the beach and getting ice cream. By the end of the day we were exhausted, Isla even fell asleep in the car ride home. As much as I wanted to let her sleep she needed to wash off all of the sand. As I carried her from the car to the house I couldn't help the warm feeling I had. I know she is not my biological child but within these past weeks I couldn't help but feel like she was. Earlier today when we were on the beach an old lady came up to me and said how I was a good mother for taking her daughter for a fun beach day. I didn’t even correct her, I just thanked the lady and wished her a good day. From a far glance I guess we could be related. We both had blond hair, Isla had blue eyes while mine were green but you could tell that she was Christian Cage’s daughter. 

The second and third day of the trip also went well. We did lots of shopping, spent time at the pool, went to the park, and the fair just so happened to be in town so of course we had to go. Soon enough I was on a flight to Chicago to make my appearance on Dynamite the week before forbidden door. 

****

Wednesday

Since I had gone straight from Florida to Chicago I had Isla with me. Christian was also at Dynamite so he was excited to show his daughter all around the arena. It felt a bit weird to be back mostly because of the terms I felt on. Leaving with a broken nose and drama only to be welcomed back with smiling faces that were glad to have me back. 

“Good to see ya back friend” said a familiar voice who gave me a hug from behind. When I turned around I noticed that the familiar voice was Willow Nightingale. “Oh Hi Willow!” I told her with a sigh of relief. “You gave me a heart attack” “Sorry” she apologized “Are you still on edge about what happened?” Of course she had to ask that question. The truth was although the ‘gosip’ died down it still had me feeling on edge. The photo of Isla Christian and I walking on the boardwalk of the beach by our house haunting me. I still felt like I was being watched but unsure by who. “I guess you could say that” Willow looked at me with a sympathetic look. “Ya know what It’s fine, I’m fine” that was a lie “ This is the kind of stuff you sign up for” I told her, trying my best to sound un bothered by the situation even though I knew she knew I was lying. 

“Okay, then. You know the plan for tonight?” Willow asked. “Yep, see you soon!” 

I was a bit upset since this storyline would be a bit rushed but the plan for forbidden door was for me to put my ROH women's championship on the line against Willow who currently held the NJPW Strong Women's Championship. Regardless we would put on a great performance, in the meantime I had to get ready for the show. 

***

The time had come, everything was finalized and 10 minutes from now I would make my return. 

“You ready?” Christian asked me “Hopefully, I’m a bit nervous” I told him truthfully “I’m sure you will be fine!” I gave him a smile before mouthing him a thank you for his support during my six weeks off. Just then I felt a tug on my shirt. When I looked I saw Isla holding something behind her back. “Yes” I told her “I made you something” Isla then revealed what she was hiding behind her back, it was a beaded bracelet. “You made this for me! That's so sweet! I am definitely going to wear this tonight!!” As she handed me the bracelet I couldn't help but stop in my tracks as I realized what it said. “Do you like it?” Isla asked me “Yeah…I love it” The bracelet had purple, pink and white heart beads. In the center it had three letter beads that read ‘Mom”. Christian noticed the bracelet and asked Isla what it said. “It says Mom. You are my new Mom right Y/n?” Mom, that was the first time she had ever called me something even close to that before. Unsure what to say I looked at Christian who offered a big smile. “I guess so, you can call me whatever you want okay?” “Okay!” She then gave me a big hug!

*** 

All out 2023

I have been officially back for a few months now and since then I have had 4 successful title defenses. Forbidden Door, Blood and Guts, ROH Death Before Dishonor and All In. All of the matches had gone quite well for the most part. At Death Before Dishonor I took a hard fall on my shoulder and needed to be on some medication. It was nothing a little KT Tape and Phiso couldn't fix. Tonight is All Out in Chicago and I’m currently waiting to see if I am medically cleared. Physically I felt fine but I guess one of the backstage doctors didn’t like the sight of my still bruised shoulder from All In. My opponent at All In was Athena, she was aware of the former injury to my right shoulder so like any good wrestler she used it to her advantage, targeting the shoulder in an attempt to secure the victory. Unfortunately for her it didn’t work and I retained my title. I wasn’t booked for the show tonight, which was fine but I would be accompanying Kris to the ring for her match against Ruby Soho. The outcasts are known for trouble and no way I was going to let them cheat and win. 

“I’m sure everything is going to be fine Y/n” Kris was kind enough to wait with me for the doctor even tho she had a big match tonight “I really hope so Kris, I don’t need another injury”   A few minutes went by and the doctor came out “Ms. Y/l/n” Shit, moment of truth. Kris held my hand as we awaited whatever news lied ahead.

“Your Pregnant” I felt my stomach drop. “What? That has to be some kind of mistake, there is no way I’m pregnant” I yelled at the doctor. “Well Ms. we ran a bunch of tests and your shoulder is fine but according to your blood you are pregnant. It is mandatory we run pregnancy tests through blood with every patient” I looked at Kris who was in shock just like me. “Would you like to know your options?” The doctor asked me. “What am I going to do?” I let out almost in a whisper. How irresponsible is this, the champ getting knocked up during one of the most historical reigns. I didn’t even want to think about what Christians reaction was going to be. “Well Ms. I can tell that this is a shock. I can go through methods of termination if you are interested” The doctor offered handing me a pamphlet. “Y/n, I really think you should talk to Christian before you make any decisions. This is his baby too and he deserves a right to know even if you decide not to keep it” Kris told me. She was right, Christian needed to know and I will tell him at some point. 

The PPV went well, Luchasaurus would retain the TNT championship against Darby Allin and Kris would defeat Ruby Soho to keep her TBS championship. I sat backstage with my friends watching the event trying to have a good time but I couldn't stop thinking about what that doctor told me. I didn’t want to tell Christian never mind my boss but I should have known he would find out about it sooner rather than later. “Y/n, Tony would like to see you in his office” Shit

I walked into the office terrified, how was I going to explain to my boss that his golden goose got knocked up. “Take a seat” I sat nervously 

“So, I spoke with the doctor” I said nothing. Partially because I had no idea what to say and the other part being embarrassed. “Is it true that you are pregnant?” He asked 

“Look Tony, I am really sorry. There must be some kind of mistake, I promise you I am a responsible adult. I feel fine, promise, but they told me that they ran a mandatory pregnancy test with my blood and it came back positive. I really don’t know what to do or say. Only Kris and now you know. I haven’t even told Christian yet.” 

He said nothing, he just wrote something down on a piece of paper. 

“Look, I know this is not an ideal situation for anyone. I’m not going to say anything ok. I’m sure you and I both know that the media is going to have a field day with this one. I think we should continue with the press conference as normal and if anyone asks about your ring status say you are waiting to get cleared. After that you should talk to Christian, see a doctor and we can go from there. We can always say you had to relinquish due to injury” The relationship between Tony and I had always been a bit different than others. I had been in AEW since day one and due to my extremely close relationship with the Elite I even became a producer for AEW along with doing my part to elevate the women's division in any way I can. Tony and I were actually friends so even though I knew him and he knew me he was still my boss and this conversation was uncomfortable on both ends. 

***** *Kris: You have to tell him at some point *Y/n: I know but it’s not the time *Kris: Y/n, If you don’t tell him soon I will just tell him *Y/n: Okay I will geez, not too sure how he will react to being a Father again at 50

The past few days had looked the same, Kris and I texting back and forth. Her trying to encourage me to tell Christian and me being too scared. I had been close on more than one occasion but the words wouldn't come out. I’m pretty sure Christian is starting to catch on too. 

After All Out the two of us went for dinner and when I didn’t have a drink with my meal Christian’s suspension started to grow. “So, what are we drinking tonight? I don’t feel like champagne, we could do a nice red or just grab a bunch of drinks? Vodka soda, that’s your favorite?” How was I about to explain that I would not be drinking, I mean I may or may not have a drinking problem. “Um, I think I’m not going to have a drink tonight” Christian looked at me with a shocked expression “Are you feeling alright? What happened to Y/n?” He said jokingly. I, however, was not laughing. “I’m fine, I just don’t feel like having a drink tonight.” I said a slight edge in my voice that I didn't mean to happen. “Alright then, I’m still getting a bottle of red if you change your mind” 

I knew I had to tell Christian, tomorrow was Dynamite and Tony needed answers. I went to the store and grabbed a few pregnancy tests. I knew I was pregnant but I needed to see it in order to really believe it, it’s one thing for someone to say you are pregnant but another to see a positive test in the flesh. Christian went out to grab a few things so I knew now would be a good time to get it over with. It wasn’t like I had never taken a pregnancy test before, I knew how they worked but I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor reading the instructions carefully to make sure I had done everything correctly. I peed in a cup then let the test soak in the cup for about 30 seconds before leaving it to sit for another 5 minutes to show the result. Those 5 minutes were the longest 5 minutes of my life. I looked at the test and of course it had two lines meaning I was pregnant. Of course I was in denial, so I took three more. I had bought four different kinds, the generic ones with two lines and the fancy digital ones. So far it wasn’t looking so good. Three tests had came back positive. Now I waited for the digital, *3-6 weeks pregnant*. 

This didn’t make sense? If I was at least 3 weeks pregnant that would mean that I wrestled All In pregnant? That match against Athena had been brutal, I got put through a dam table. How could a fetus survive that? I could feel my throat tighten as tears started to fall from my eyes. Just then I threw up. 

Christian’s pov

 I knew something was up the moment Y/n returned from her appointment with the doctor. Kris went with her since I wasn’t able to but I regret not going. Something must have happened because ever since the both of them had been acting weird. In an attempt to lighten whatever happened I offered dinner after the show with Y/n to cheer her up. She was hesitant with how late it would be but gave in. Everyone needs a good drink after a hard day at work so when Y/n declined a drink I was even more suspicious. “You know I have a drinking problem right? I think I should start being more careful on what I put in my body” Yeah something was definitely up. I wouldn't say Y/n had a drinking problem but in the years I’ve known her she has never once declined an offer to get a drink. The next few days had been no different. Isla had been with her Mom so it had just been Y/n and I. Everytime I tried to ask her what happened she would push me away, something that she doesn’t normally do. 

I went out to pick up a few groceries and once I returned I found Y/n sitting on the floor of the master bathroom with tear stained cheeks. I sat next to her and asked “What’s wrong?” nothing “If something happened the other day at work you can tell me you know” I waited, I knew she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. “You’re going to be mad at me” her words were so quiet it was barely a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you honey?” What would I be mad at? “Don’t yell, I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened” Y/n had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “I won’t yell, I promise but I need to know what happened so I can help you” I told her carefully 

Just then she got up and handed me four items from the sink before returning to her spot on the floor. She was now fully crying and turned her back to me. It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands. Four pregnancy tests, all different kinds but all were positive. “Are these real?” She turned to face me, mascara now ruined. “Are you mad at me?” I wasn’t mad but I was shocked, but I was also happy. “No sweetheart, I would never be mad at you. Especially over something like this” I gave her a hug to which she returned, burying her head in my chest as she continued to cry. 

I knew what this would mean, Y/n being pregnant would change everything. Although this was a shock I was so happy. We had never talked about having kids, Y/n was still in her prime and I was nearly 50. “What are we going to do?” I wanted Y/n to know that I would support her for whatever she decided. I mean she is making history with her current title reign and at the end of the day this is her body we are talking about. “This is your decision Y/n. I want you to know that I am happy about this but I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.” She looked at me with a sad smile. “Would I be crazy if I said I want to keep it? I still don’t understand how it happened in the first place but the more I think about it, I want to go on this journey with you Christian” I placed a kiss to her temple before saying “Don’t worry, I am going to be here with you for every second of it. We will do this together” 

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1. Introduction (Video #1)

Caroline

Hey everybody!

My name is Caroline Okamoto-Nelson. I’m seventeen years old, and I live in Willow Creek. I like horses, cooking, shopping and J-pop. I really love swimming. I guess you might even say I'm obsessed with it. I'm really good at it too, and I have the medals to prove it.

People often comment that I look like both my parents, which is super funny to me since I’m not actually biologically related to them at all. I guess people say I resemble them because I have pale hair and blue eyes like Victor, and I have Japanese facial features like Yuri. Honestly, though, I don't mind if strangers assume I'm literally theirs. I am theirs in every way that matters, and being adopted is amazing because I know they love me enough to want to make me part of their family forever. I love them a lot, and even though I think about my biological parents sometimes, Victor and Yuri will always be my real parents.

Yeah, I have two dads, and to avoid things getting confusing I should let you know that I usually call them by their names. Some people think that's weird and a few people think it's disrespectful, but it's not weird to me. I started out as Victor and Yuri's foster child when I was six years old, after my biological father passed away, and I didn't want to call either of them Daddy or Papa or whatever. They were okay with that, and when they officially adopted me about a year later, the habit had already stuck.

I do call Victor 'Dad' sometimes, probably a lot more often than I call Yuri 'Papa'. Yuri says I only call him Papa when I really want something, which... is kinda not inaccurate. Luckily, he has a good sense of humour about it.

Let's see... Another important thing you should know about me straight away is that I'm blind. Before anybody starts demanding to know how a blind person can use a camera and make a video, remember blindness is a spectrum. Most people who fit into the category of blindness can see at least a little bit. There aren't that many people who're totally blind.

As for me, I was born with something called oculocutaneous albinism, which is why I look the way I do even though I'm one hundred percent Japanese. My condition means I have no pigment in my skin, hair and eyes, and it's why I have low vision.

I can see well enough to get around, but I do use my white cane at night or in unfamiliar places. I'm able to read large print, and I can see enough to use my computer and phone if I wear my glasses. I can do most normal things, actually. The only things that are really off-limits are driving and anything that requires good visual acuity, like cutting in a straight line, putting small objects together or sewing. Unfortunately, this means I'll never get to be a nurse like Victor. That's what I originally wanted to be, until I got older and started to understand my disability and finally realized that I don't see the same way everyone else does.

I don't want anybody to feel sorry for me because of my disability. I'm not unhappy or bitter about it and I don't need anyone's sympathy or pity. As a matter of fact, I have an awesome life, and I wouldn't want to change a thing.

On the subject of my life, that brings me around to why I'm making this video in the first place. I just started twelfth grade last week, and my best friends Forest and Camellia and I decided to sign up for media studies as one of our electives. The course runs for the whole school year, and we have to do one major project as well as some small assignments. Camellia and Forest got permission to work together — they're twins and they seem to want to do practically everything together — and they're making a podcast. I decided my project is going to be a documentary about myself. A video autobiography, I suppose you could say.

The plan is to chronicle my life from now till June, but it's not just going to be a video journal about random stuff that happens to me this year. I want to tell the story of my life so far, about how I went from being an unwanted baby in Japan to being the loved, talented, cute and successful person I am today.

These videos aren't going to be only me talking in front of a camera, either. I'm planning to interview my friends and family, and maybe also to give them the camera so they can record some thoughts of their own. Then, I'll edit everything and get it ready for the final presentation.

I've decided to call it Caroline & Company. I may be the main subject of this story, but nobody can exist alone. We all need company. I don't think it'd even be possible to survive without the guidance and support of family and friends, not to mention teachers, coaches, therapists, doctors and all the other people we interact with on a daily basis. Every person in my life is important, so I feel like they need to be acknowledged in some way.

Our teacher, Mr. Blanchet, is going to help our class design a website so that all our projects will be available for everyone to see at the end of the school year. Maybe it's nerdy of me to be excited for a school project, but I"m really looking forward to doing this, and I can hardly wait to see what my classmates come up with as well.

I think it's going to be an incredible year!

[blxckchxrrybxby]

6 Months In Advance

summary: In the midst of sorting out a scheduling mishap, your daughter wanders away from you and makes her way up to HR.

pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Reader + Reader’s Daughter

warning(s): idek; mentions doctor? Scoliosis?

a/n: dude, I didn't revise this at all. Just brain vomit.

Six months.

That’s how far in advance you had planned for this appointment.

It was written in your planner, saved as a reminder on your phone, and circled in red ink on the calendar hanging in your cubicle. Yet, with barely an hour to spare, you found yourself in the main lobby of Kineros Robotics instead; demanding to speak with the men you worked for. The same men who were responsible for fucking up your work schedule and threatening to fire you on the spot if you didn’t come in.

You frowned, pacing as you checked the time anxiously. They couldn’t possibly fire you for a mistake on their behalf. You were more than 99% positive that you had taken this day off as soon as you were given the job. Hell, you had even mentioned it to them before an offer letter was—well—offered!

“Mommy?” Your daughter whispered, interrupting your thoughts with curiosity twinkling in her eyes. She took in the large building that seemed never-ending.

“Yes, sweet pea?” You replied gently (certain to make sure the stress you emitted wouldn’t be absorbed by your own innocent offspring).

“Where are we?” Her doe eyes were far too busy scanning the environment to pay any attention to you—causing you to let out a chuckle.

“At my job. I just need to talk to some friends really quick then we’ll be on our way.”

She nodded, accepting your words, and stared in astonishment at how different the world inside this building looked to her. It was nothing like the world in your cramped apartment. That world was far too small to compare, but her favorite stuffed animals resided there—so it was home. The building was nothing like the one where you dropped her off at to learn her ABC’s either. It was full of big people and not enough kids. Peering at the environment, her heart sunk at the sudden revelation—this place didn’t even have toys!

Despite how impressive this adult world was, it would never impress her more than recess.  

“Uh…why are you here? And why aren’t you two at the doctor’s?” Your coworker (and only friend) asked after spotting you. Their shoes tapped faintly against the floor as they walked closer; holding their arms out to retrieve the bundled-up 5-year-old perched on your hip.

You looked at them with stress evident on your face, “Jeff and Mutt messed up the timesheet.”

They gasped, now holding the child securely against their own hip, “You’re joking.”

“If I were joking, I wouldn’t be standing right here, now would I?” You scoffed at the reality of your situation as your friend shook their head.

“The nerve of those two. On today of all days!”

You nodded, rubbing at your face. Before being granted the chance to respond, the receptionist informed you that Jeff and Mutt were ready to speak with you.

“Thanks, Marcy.” You replied politely and went to grab your daughter before your friend swatted your hand away. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“You’re stressing enough. Just go talk to them. I’ll keep Willow safe and show her around since she seems so… intrigued.”

You both looked at your daughter, who was still eyeing every little detail of the building and chuckled.

“Fine. I’ll come to find you guys when I’m done.” You quickly leaned in and pressed a kiss to Willow’s cheek before scurrying to go see Jeff and Mutt.

Watching you disappear into the elevator, Willow was carried away from the main lobby. As time passed, she met many unfamiliar faces. Most of which slid peppermints into her small hands when y/f/n wasn’t looking, in the hopes of befriending the tiny human. After seeing most of the people on the first floor, Willow grew curious about what other adventures the building held.

Perhaps the top floors weren’t meant for children. Maybe goblins stomped all around guarding their treasures. Or maybe they were full of queens and kings, and the workers were the peasants! As her imagination grew wilder, Willow found herself itching to explore. Squirming in the uncomfortable office chair, she pouted at y/f/n.

“What’s wrong?” They asked, noticing how much your daughter was fidgeting.

“I have to potty.” Willow whined, coming up with the perfect excuse.

They blinked, “Oh, um. Okay... do you remember where the bathroom is at?”

Willow nodded and slid off the chair.

“When you’re done, come right back. I’ll be here waiting, okay?”

Again, Willow nodded before darting off. After passing the bathroom and sneaking past Marcy, Willow made her way onto the elevator. She grinned, pulling out a peppermint and shoving it into her mouth, before slamming her hand against one of the highest numbers. Willow giggled, enjoying the feeling of the elevator moving. It felt like she was on a rollercoaster, and it made her tummy feel funny. Maybe this place was better than recess!

Hearing a ding, the elevator doors opened, and out stepped Willow; instantly bumping into a pair of long legs. With a small, “oof!” her hands managed to grasp onto some fabric. A hesitant hand pressed against her back to keep her balance. Out of curiosity, Willow glanced to the side to see a cane, then glanced up as a woman dressed in purple stared down in slight shock.

“And who are you?”

Willow blinked, gently letting go of the stranger’s skirt, and adjusting her lavender glasses. Tilting her head, she observed as much of the woman as she could. Since the woman wore purple, Willow figured she must be the queen. Purple was for royalty, after all. However, Willow wasn’t naïve. Not all queens are good, she reminded herself.

“I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

Wilhemina arched an eyebrow, smoothing down her skirt, “Neither should I. Yet here we are.” Huffing to herself, she looked around at her trembling assistant and the empty floor before shaking her head. “Follow me.”

As the queen, and trembling girl of whom Willow assumed to be her servant, began to walk away, Willow remained still; unsure of if she should follow the stranger. Noticing the only footsteps that could be heard were her own, Wilhemina halted and glanced back at the frozen child.

“Are you hard of hearing?”

Willow gnawed at her lip nervously and asked innocently, “…are you taking me to the dungeon?”

“Dun- Excuse me?” Wilhemina asked, more confused than she already was.

“You’re the queen, right?”

Wilhemina’s shock wore off and she chuckled, recognizing how wild the child’s imagination was. “Well, that’s one way to put it. Unfortunately, I don’t get paid enough to own a dungeon…yet. Now, come along before I abandon you in this hallway.” Scurrying after them, Willow grinned happily.

-

Standing in the stranger’s office, Willow looked up at the tall woman as she entered the room. “Do you have candy?”

Venable walked past the child and sat in her chair, “Even if I did, would your parents let you have it this early in the morning?”

Willow shrugged, “I only have one mommy.”

Venable took note of this; Mentally scanning through the employees in her head to guess whom this child could belong to. “Well, would your mother let you?”

Willow paused in thought, “No?”

“Alright then.”

-

As time passed, Wilhemina allowed Willow to get settled until her mother showed up to retrieve her. Alerts were sent out to inform the staff of a misplaced entity with two missing front teeth, now in her possession. Now, all Wilhemina had to do was wait for the culprit to show up at her office door. However, this was taking longer than Venable thought it would and the minor was oddly quiet. Especially considering she didn’t have any objects to keep children tame.

The anxiety of not knowing what the child was doing caused Venable to peer over her purple laptop and observe the little germ sitting on her lovely lavender couch (a fine touch and new addition to her workspace). She wasn’t used to the unpredictability of children. However, to her surprise, the little girl was already staring at her with a crossword book open on her petite lap. Venable furrowed her eyebrows as the curly-haired child adjusted her purple glasses back onto the bridge of her small nose. This little stunt warmed her heart to no end, yet she’d never admit it.

“Can I help you with something?” Venable asked, finally breaking the awkward silence.

The little girl shrugged and continued to stare.

Lowering her glasses, she sighed. “I’m assuming your mother has yet to teach you that staring is rude.”

“I wouldn’t stare if you were not pretty.” Willow stated plainly.

Venable tensed and cleared her throat. “You know nothing about what society sees as pretty.”

Willow frowned, “I don’t know who so-so-“

“Society.”

“-socility-“

“Try again. So-cie-ty.” Venable stated, slowing down her enunciation.

“-socie…um.” Willow tried.

“Take your time.”

“…s-society?”

“Correct.” Venable held back a smile. Willow didn’t. She was proud of her accomplishment. A new word she could tell her friends about.

“I don’t know who…society is, but I think you’re pretty.”

“Well.” Venable began, choosing to keep her insecurities to herself. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“Mommy says you don’t have to always say thank you when people tell you nice things.”

“That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?” Venable questioned, becoming more invested in the conversation than she would like to admit.

“No.” Willow stated bluntly.

“No?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” Venable arched an eyebrow, trying to piece together who the child’s mother could be.

“Ms. Benavle?”

Venable internally cringed from the mispronunciation. “Yes, child?”

Willow shifted, turning her body towards the awaiting woman, “What does society mean?”

-

Minutes continued to pass as Venable watched over the child. At first, she assumed the little brat was a prodigy, highlighting words at lightning speed in the crossword book. Then, after watching the page become consumed in purple highlighter, her assumptions were tossed out of the window. The child merely enjoyed coloring.

A slight knock caught her attention, breaking her out of the trance she was in. Perhaps it was the child’s mother.

“Come in,” Wilhemina called out, watching in disappointment as her intern opened the door.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Ms. Venable. Um, I just had a f-few more questions about the t-time off requests you wanted me to finish-“

Now standing from her desk and approaching the intern as if she were prey, Venable sneered.

“I understand that you are mediocre at best and the tasks assigned to you may be tedious—however—I can assure you that it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to complete them. Now, as you can see, I am with child.” Her hand barely outstretched to point towards Willow, “Go be stupid somewhere else. Preferably on the first floor.”

As the intern scurried out of the office, Willow grimaced and crossed her arms at the tall lady. Venable glanced in her direction and arched an eyebrow, “What?”

“You shouldn’t say bad words.”

With a scoff, Wilhemina retreated back to her desk, “Last I checked, I didn’t.”

“Yuhuh, you just did.”

As her ungloved fingers rubbed at the throbbing temple, she hoped to rid herself of the headache that resided in her head and on the couch across from her.

“And what word was it, exactly?”

Willow blinked; eyes widening in surprise. “You’re letting me say it? Mommy said I shouldn’t say it.”

This caused Venable to snort in amusement. After catching her reaction, she cleared her throat. How odd. “How else will I know what I’ve said unless you tell me?”

Looking around, in case it was a trap, Willow swiftly ran up to Venable, stood on her tippy toes to reach her ear, and whispered, “…stupid.”

Wilhemina closed her eyes for a moment, trying to comprehend how she managed to end up in a situation such as this.

-

As the clock neared Venable’s first break and the child remained in her ownership, she sighed.

“Tell me something, little one.”

Venable’s sudden conversation caught Willow’s attention, causing her to perk up in curiosity.

“Why exactly are you here?”

Willow shrugged and looked down at her hands, “I don’t know. I was going to see the doctor, but mommy came here.”

Wilhemina hummed to herself, trying to piece together why the child had been roaming the building unattended. “An appointment, you say?” She looked through her emails, feeling a hint of deja vu. Something about this was vaguely familiar.

“Yes. I get a new brace today!” This caused Venable to arch an eyebrow, “Hopefully it’s purple like this one! Want to see?” Venable remained silent as the child began to unzip her bubble coat. As she shimmied it off of her petite shoulders, the back brace came into view, launching Venable into a state of paralyzation. “See? It’s very pretty.”

She knew this felt familiar. This was Willow. As HR, Venable was well aware of the subordinates and their beneficiaries. She was also aware of any time off requests submitted. Within the past year, Kineros had onboarded so many new faces that she ignored or denied at least 70% of the time off requests within the first week. It was either you work or you find another place to pay your bills. However, some of the accruing requests must have slipped through her fingers. Something she rarely ever fell victim to. Especially after reading something as detailed as Willow’s mother’s.

“Hello? Ms. Benavle?”

Wilhemina blinked; hearing Willow capture her attention once more. She quickly searched through her files and found the denied time-off request. The only issue was, she didn’t remember denying it. Clicking on the document, it slowly brought up the pdf, showing that it had been stamped with her credentials; meaning she didn’t formally sign it.

Her intern did.

“Shit!” She groaned.

Willow gasped, “Bad word!”

Ignoring her and standing from the chair, Venable quickly made her way toward the door. “Follow me.”

Willow quickly grabbed her coat and followed along, “Where are we going?”

Walking with intention as her cane collided firmly with the floor, Wilhemina pressed the elevator button, “To find your mother.”

-

As the elevator opened to the ground floor and Venable stood with a cane in one hand and Willow’s hand in the other, they both descended into the lobby. You and your friend scurried around, panicking at the fact that there was a lost five-year-old in the building. “How in the hell did you lose her?!”

“She’s sneaky!” your friend retorted.

“She’s five!” you fumed.

Venable arched an eyebrow and held Willow close, before clearing her throat.

 Your friend gasped, seeing Willow with Venable, as did you.

“Oh God, Willow! Baby, where were you??” You worried, as she ran over to you and gave you a hug. Rubbing her back, you sighed in relief.

“With me.” Venable interrupted, “May I have a word with you, y/n?”

You nodded, picking Willow up in your arms, and walked away with Venable.

“I am beyond sorry for everything that’s happened. I swear, this will never happen again, Ms. Venable.”

“Why not?” Venable inquired.

You paused, unsure of how to continue—so she did. “This, no matter how unusual it was, was entirely my fault.” You remained silent and equally dumbfounded. “I extend an apology to both you and Willow. It seems my stupid-“ Willow glared causing Venable to clear her throat, “My incompetent intern did not know better and denied your request. I remembered it. Not that it matters, as it’s potentially too late. However, I understand how difficult it is to get an appointment for these kinds of things. If you would like… I have a doctor who would be more than ecstatic to treat Willow as soon as possible.”

You remained silent. At a complete loss for words.

“As fond as I am of silence, I believe a conversation must include two willing parties.”

Willow nudged you, helping you come back to your senses as Venable awaited a response. “I… I’d love that. However, I’d prefer it now… Um, they informed me that since I’m refusing to work today, this is grounds for termination.”

“Nonsense,” Venable stated, completely unphased. “I will have a word with those two imbeciles, and you needn’t worry about a thing.”

You nodded with a slight blush adorning your cheeks as Willow squirmed from your arms and made her way over to Venable, hugging her legs, “I’ll miss you Ms. Benavle.”

With a chuckle, Wilhemina caressed the child’s head. “I will miss you as well, Willow.” Sliding a piece of peppermint out of her pocket, she handed it to Willow with the whisper of a smile adorning her lips. “Come back and visit whenever.”

[jennycalendar]

so. jenny lives timeline. when in s6 do calendiles have this breakup, does giles still go to england, is it still tabula rasa or do you place it somewhere else? does jenny stick around the scoobies and what happens with them when he comes back? is he feeling some (irrational) type of way towards jenny for willow going downhill "on her watch"? (or does s6 willow not happen like that in the jenny lives timeline?) what's buffy's feeling about jenny after giles peaces out? *sits cross-legged in front of the storytime chair*

oh BOY this is a fun ask. you literally never disappoint carolina i'm blowing u a kiss.

essentially, giles and jenny spend season six pre-buffy's resurrection having this very complicated thing going on, because this is a version of giles who has Lost His Daughter in a way that is much more difficult for him than in canon. giles in canon sorta deliberately cultivated emotional distance and detachment after jenny's death, but i think that this version of giles definitely would have started looking at buffy differently and at the very least allowing himself to admit and inhabit his love for her -- focusing on trying to take care of her, because jenny is in turn there to encourage him and to affirm that what he wants can sometimes have an overwhelmingly positive outcome! (she is the living example of him Pursuing What He Wants, and in a timeline where this led to him finding a happy relationship with a long-term partner, i think that would have really impacted the way that he looks at some of the other things in his life that he wants, i.e. to take care of and be there for buffy. especially with jenny there actively going "yes definitely take care of and be there for buffy.")

thing is though -- and i have perhaps talked about this before -- when the gift rolls around, this means that giles is hit with buffy's death in full force, and also very probably feels that his approach and his support may have limited her in her slayer-ness, because of course he feels responsible. so he spirals out into this all-encompassing grief that pushes jenny into a position of having to shove her own down to take care of him (i wrote a fic about this a while back!) and tensions are building but he's not really cognizant of it because, again, he's miserable. meanwhile jenny has no respite because she is just going "he's the watcher, it's obviously harder on him" and refusing to engage with how much SHE also cares about and misses buffy! she is being the adult in sunnydale!

so when buffy DOES come back, giles doubles down into the more familiar canon attitude of holding buffy at arm's length, because in his grief he has just completely convinced himself that that's what's appropriate for him to do. meanwhile jenny obviously hasn't changed her mind about anything she's doing at all, in part because i don't think she would have felt so immediately responsible for buffy's death in the same way as giles (but also because she literally Has Not Had Time To Process Her Own Shit), so suddenly she and giles are having these FURIOUS fights because he is seriously considering jetting off to england and she thinks that choosing to leave when the kids need them there the most is Absolutely Insane.

which is to say: giles still goes to england. still around tabula rasa. jenny sticks around w/ the scoobies, and i haven't really 100 percent charted out/settled on the ways that willow's own journey changes, but i am sorta enamored with the idea that not a lot about season six changes very much? willow definitely has this incredible intense downward spiral marked by antipathy towards jenny, who is constantly struggling to reach her. i'm on the fence re: xander and anya, because i think it really would impact xander in a big way to be around a committed, loving, supernatural-fighting couple through his formative teenage years, but i also think that seeing that couple break up right before his own impending nuptials might SIMILARLY really impact him.

buffy changes though! i think it would really floor her that jenny chose her over giles. this is probably the season where they end up actually getting closer in a way that's less superficial and nervous, especially since jenny is very team Buffy Needs Support In A Big Way. what i would really want as a theme is that jenny is making small amounts of positive change, but the overarching structure of everything stays the same, which in turn makes her convinced that she Isn't Helping and that Giles Was Right (when in reality what's happening is that, after such a long time working as part of a team to help keep these kids on the straight and narrow, she's floundering without her partner! she misses him! but of COURSE she is still doing good stuff here!)

i haven't really decided how far the willow thing goes. there is a part of me that's very attached to the horrible tragedy of all of it unfolding exactly the same way, especially because i think the giles/jenny confrontation at the end of season six would be A LOT. i like the idea of jenny reaching out to giles and saying "the kids need help, willow ESPECIALLY needs help" and giles brushing her off because he sees this as a continuation of their argument instead of an actual assessment, and then of course she's right and it all goes to shit and he comes back very gentle and apologetic and she is FURIOUS at him. especially furious because he's so much more what she remembers and loves, and she doesn't get the catharsis of being angry at someone who is being belligerent and shitty! but i ALSO like the idea of jenny NOT reaching out and trying to handle it on her own and being so humiliated and miserable by her perceived failure, and then giles coming in and seeing all of the little changes that she doesn't notice (buffy is emotionally present and comfortable with jenny in a way that did not exist before! post-breakup anya has a place in the group beyond Xander's Girlfriend, at jenny's insistence! pretty much all of the kids are so much more protective of jenny and SOOOO much less Team Giles about it, which in this weird way DEFINITELY makes giles really happy. like that IS his precious babe and she SHOULD be appreciated by the kids for it), & subsequently affirming that she did all she could!

also, post finale giles and jenny definitely have some very emotional poorly planned we-didn't-die sex after willow almost ends the world, and then jenny hits him with "i want a divorce." (what really happens is that giles takes this proclamation super seriously, as one would expect, and then jenny spends the first half of season seven being really weird and squirrelly and dodging all communication and never actually serving him with divorce papers. so they're sorta Loosely Separated for a while but it is very clear to all EXTERNAL parties that there is no breakup happening.)

[greencheekconure27]

More Willow headcanons

Jade and Mims get along splendidly once they get to spend some time together

Airk got his fashion sense from Madmartigan

Boorman's mother had been a Knight of Galladoorn (well, Dame, technically.) before she retired*

Hastur became the ruling dynasty of Galladoorn after the previous dynasty went extinct during the war with Bavmorda (possibly with some help)

Madmartigan knew Zivian Hastur before he became king.He never liked or trusted him, and may even have some dirt on him that he shared with Willow.

Bavmorda had never wanted for Sorsha to inherit her throne; as harbringer of the Wyrm, she pretty much intended to rule forever. Once it became clear that Sorsha has no magical talent whatsoever, she had to prove herself useful to her mother in other ways to survive.

While not a sorceress, Sorsha is still Blood of the Six, and Bavmorda definitely did contemplate the possibility of using her as a blood sacrifice if needed.

Airk is something of a people pleaser, and Kit's "You know everyone likes you because you're so charming and fun[...] " comment cut in more ways than one.Airk knows he is that; problem is, a part of him is afraid that those qualities are only things that people like about him, and the second he stops being "the fun one" he will be abandoned.While his cheerful attitude is mostly genuine, he also frequently uses it to mask his feelings. (Which in turn leads to some angst when said mask inevitably starts to slip after the Immemorial City)

Boorman and Allagash were getting into ridiculous petty brawls (and the occasional prank war) non-stop while questing together.

Kit is terrible with directions but stubbornly refuses to admit when she's lost. She was just taking the scenic route.

Jade and Airk are Tir Asleen's unofficial Kit Wrangling Team

Almost nobody at the Tir Asleen court is actually surprised when Jade and Kit's relationship becomes official

Graydon and Kit joke about how they used to be engaged all the time

(* Hey, Kit never finished that sentence, so I am choosing to believe that the *Girls can't be knights* isn't a thing in this fantasy universe, and the "exception" was about Jade being a commoner or some other criterium she didn't meet)

[theunseelieif]

Sooooo what are their romance theme songs?

To summarize their individual romance routes in one song…

Kiran: Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

I am just a line without a hook; oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you, I need you here to stay

Cam: Don't You Worry by Oh Wonder

Then I knew you were the one I couldn't live without, if I'm honest, it felt like love; and you said, "Stay here, darling, don't you worry 'bout a thing, don't you worry 'bout a thing; I'm right here, darling"

Ryn: NFWMB by Hozier

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze? Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?

Josie: Treacherous by Taylor Swift

I can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away; I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay; all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you're friction

Connor: Alone With Me by Vance Joy

Here we are, I'm doing things with you I never thought we'd do, I'm seeing into you; oh, you're the shape of all my days, you're my holy place

Emery: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

You call the shots, babe, I just wanna be yours; secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought

Rei: Don't You Know by James Young

'Cause I know all the ways to appreciate your design; I'm a damn good lover, shivers up your spine; I don't want you to go, I need more of you in my life

Kendall: Like Real People Do by Hozier

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you; honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do

Aub: Movement by Hozier

When you move, I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be; when you move, I could never define all that you are to me; so move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree, you do it naturally

Morgan: Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish

Our love is six feet under; I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain would roses bloom? Could roses bloom again?

[pankowfruitsnackswriting]

on the rocks (r.c)

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paring(s): Rafe x single!mom

summary: as the couple prepared for the wedding, problems began to arise between them, shedding light on a bigger problem. (Part five in the WILLOW SERIES)

warning: single parent, slight mention of shitty family

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The couple has been engaged for almost six months. They knew the process wouldn't be all sunshine and roses, but neither Rafe nor y/n prepared for the conflicts.

"All I'm saying, y/n, when we combine our finances, I can take care of you and Willow. You won't need to work some dumb assistant job." Rafe sternly spoke, hip rested on the counter. His wife to be sat at the kitchen, head bowed.

It was late, Willow asleep in her room, but the only time the couple could truly talk it through. "But I am your assistant. I love getting to work along side you and for you. I want to bring something to this marriage and help out." He tried to cut her off, but she persisted. "I want to work."

Y/n didn't want to sit around and be some trophy housewife. Working gave her purpose and fulfillment outside of her daughter.

"Babe all I am saying is you can persue painting and we would still have more than enough to live comfortably." For some reason that rubbed her the wrong way, setting off an undefinable emotion with her heart. Instead of blowing up, y/n took a deep breath and turned to him.

"Rafe, I think we need time to cool off and we can talk about it tomorrow after work. I just-" Rafe slightly huffed.

He wasn't sure when he got angry over this, but he let it fester deep within. Maybe it was something kelce said about Rafe needing to be the bread winner, or some kook socialite saying it's unprofessional for a wife to work for you. He just wanted her to live without any worry, even if it meant he had to work harder. "Yea. Sure. That works. I'll go."

Y/n's heart shook in fear with every short response he gave. The man shuffled for his keys and b-lined it for the door. "Rafe I-"

"Love you too. Bye." And he was gone. What happened? She knew the engagement put on more pressure, but the fights over things that seemed trivial were draining, if it wasn't work, it was education for willow, and if not living arrangements, it was honey moon details. It worried her how Rafe would just walk out first chance he got. Maybe he was trying to give her the space she needed but the lack of communication caused many restless nights and anxious thoughts. This would be another sleepless night.

It wasn't much different for Rafe. The large man sat in his spinning chair at the office. He was so accustomed to holding y/n tight as he drifted into slumber, his own bed felt foreign and he would much rather get some work done then waste time replaying every mistake that took place prior. Rafe's mind drifted to the painful look she gave him as he walked out. It's how he imagined his face looked when his dad would head to the office during his birthday celebrations or when he was sharing something with him. Why was this harder?

By the time the two made contact in the office, instant regret flooded the room. Y/n rushed to the tired man, rubbing her thumbs across his cheeks. "You didn't sleep here did you?" She already knew the answer due to the wrinkles in yesterday's clothes and dried drool on his cheek.

"I just had some things to finish up." It was half the truth. When he was at home, sometimes the temptations for past things haunted him. At the office, he felt in control. He never knew how to explain it to her, but sometimes he just needed this as a distraction.

"You're working more than usual, Rafe." Y/n's voice was stern yet caring. "You'd yell at me if I worked half as much as you have been."

His voice became defensive. "Of course I would. You have a kid."

Y/n physically reeled back. "Willow. Her name is Willow." It was the first time he made her daughter feel like a problem.

"That's not what I meant." Rafe appologized profusely.

"She's my kid. My problem? Is that how you see it?"

"Just listen, I didn't-"

"No, you listen to me Rafe. We talked about Willow. You said she was your daughter, that you loved her like your own. But it seems to be whenever it's convenient."

Worry etched every line of his face. "One time. I wasn't thinking."

Y/n's breathing became labored as she tried to remain calm. "That's not how being a parent works. Maybe I have more thinking to do."

"Wh- what do you mean?" Rafe stopped all motion and stared at his fiancé in fear. "You don't-"

"Maybe we just need more time. So you can either start thinking like a parent or realize you want out." Her heart shattered just thinking about the thought of losing him, but everything was overwhelming, the fights, the engagement, and much more. Maybe it was her insecurities, but y/n had to think for her daughters sake.

"Baby." His eyes watered. "Please."

As monotone as she could, y/n looked him dead in the eye. "I'm taking a sick day." With that she walked out, barely holding it together.

Rafe threw his papers off his desk, fighting the rage bubbling inside him. God why couldn't he think before he speaks. Rafe felt like the biggest fuck up possible. Did he really just lose the two best things in his life.

Ward happened to be on his way to drop papers off for his son when he saw his future daughter in law rush out. "Y/n!" He wasn't greeted with the typical smile and that worried him. "What's going on?"

Nothing prepared him for the words that answered. "I think I just broke up with rafe?" Her voice shook in question, unsure of the events. Tears began to pour out with no care who was in ear shot. Rafe was bound to hear the heart wrenching wails.

"What happened, Sweetheart?" He tried to consul the girl now in his arms.

"I have to go. I can't be here. Consider this my two weeks. I'm so sorry, I just-"

Ward could barely process what she was saying. "We'll work this out. I want you here at the company. You're a valued member."

"What about-" she couldn't bring herself to say his name.

"Take the next few days off, when your ready we'll talk. You can work through me from home." He didn't want to lose her and Ward didn't want his son to lose her completely either. She was the best thing to happen to the family.

"I don't know, I just need to leave." With that she rushed out, leaving the two Cameron's to share some heated words.

- It's been a week since y/n saw Rafe and the distance felt like a death sentence. She took Willow to the mainland to get them out of anything that reminder them of rafe. okay The poor younger girl didn't understand why he wasn't around, just that mommy was sad when she asked if he was joining. "I'm sorry mommy. Don't cry mommy."

Y/n ran a hand over her daughters hair, smoothing out the knots caused by the ferry ride. "It's going to be okay."

"Rafe will come back. He promised." More pain surged the mothers heart. Part of wanted to scream at Willow and say that Rafe had to much pride to reach out and he's the one who ruined it, but it would be the farthest from the truth. He texted her nearly any chance he could, leaving an abundance or voice mails. Sometimes he wouldn't even speak, just the shakey breaths and whimpers. She was the one running it. She chose to ignore him for the sake her own pride and dignity. The way she love Rafe terrified her, but she didn't want Willow to be more hurt.

All of a sudden her phone began to ring. She tried to ignore it, believing it was Rafe again but something deep down urged her to check. 'Ward Cameron.' Hee screen flashed.

"Hello, Ward."

"Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" He kept his voice soft, noticing hers was shaking.

"I'm fine. Is there something that you needed?" Talking to ward seemed to be a lot harder for the only fact he wasn't his son.

"I know you're taking time off and spending time with Willow, but I was wondering if you could swing by the office so we can chat? Please. Willow is more than welcomed. You know I love her." Y/n let at a heavy sigh. She hasn't been to the office since she walked out on Rafe, but it was a Sunday and from what she heard he was visiting Topper.

"I think Willow would love to see you. We will head there when we get back."

"Good. Good. Well I will see you two then." She hung up and let anxious thoughts consume her.

Y/n's body shook as she gripped her daughter, stepping of the ferry and the whole way to her office. It wasn't long before she was unlocking the work place.

Willow began to squirm, looking around the space. "Rafe?" Her small voice called out.

"Shhh. He isn't here, Willow."

The child continued as she began to wail. "I want rafe. H- he promised he would be my friend. Why does he hate me?"

Y/n heart shattered. Rafe did love Willow. The mother knew it without a doubt. She had let her emotions cloud judgement and pushed him away. It was her own insecurities and she fucked it up. "He doesnt hate you."

"He said he would be my dad so people would be my friend." The mother set Willow down, allowing her to run and search the office in anguish. "He doesnt want me."

Ward heard the commotion, stepping out in sight. "Running in my office? You're lucky it's after hours."

"Papaw!" She sobbed, running to him.

"Hello, sweetheart. How are you doing?"

"I miss, Rafe." Ward's eyes fluttered to see the tear stained mother. "Where is he?"

Y/n tried to speak but feared she'd burst any second. There was no way she would embarrass herself infront of her boss. "He's been super busy. I'm sure he just hasn't had anytime."

"He doesn't love us, does he mommy?"

"Shh, baby girl." The mom did everything to console her daughter who was now a mess in her arms. "Please calm down." Within ten minutes, Willow managed to wear herself to a sleep.

"Poor girl, is missing her naps."

"I don't think that's the only thing she misses." Ward placed a warm hand on y/n's shoulder. "It's okay if you miss him too."

It was if that was all she needed to release all the buildt up emotion. Tears and cries poured out from every crack in her heart. "I didn't listen to him. I didn't want to listen to him."

Ward set Willow down on a comfy chair then tended to the mother. "Things are stressful it's bound to happen."

"I'm just so scared. What if he just changes his mind and dips? That would hurt way worse then right now. Willow is young enough she'll forget eventually." All of it was true, but she also didn't want to live without him. It's been hell for them and it would be a lot worse. Only Rafe would make it better.

"When rafe was about Willow's age, he played on an instructional soccer league. Every Saturday, he would kick around a ball with some other kids. Nothing to special. Around the same time, I started working those Saturday's." Ward scrunched his face to hide the emotions he felt. "The way he'd walk in with a smile until he saw me, then silently rush to his room. I don't think I'll ever forget that. I know he hasn't. He still brings up the first time and everytime I wasn't there. Kids don't really forget it, they bury it deep and it becomes who they are."

"What are you trying to say?"

"It's better to work on it. If you let this go, what lesson will that teach Willow? That people argue so you have to leave before you get left? I see fear in your eyes. Just talk to him."

"Is that why you called me here? To get me to talk to him?"

"You guys both are hurting and I worry about you both."

Y/n let out a shaky sigh. She knew Ward had only the best intentions and that he was right. Any anger she held onto was released through more silent sobs. "I think I ruined everything."

"I highly doubt that. Rafe looks at you as if you were the sun and stars. He stares at the picture of the three of you when dragged him with you the first time. He still loves you and where there is love, and only there can forgiveness take place."

His words brought hope as she frantically stood up. "I need to go talk to him. I can't keep running."

"I got Willow. She's more than welcome to spend the night." Y/n embraced the older man, still sobbing on his chest.

"Thank you." With that, the woman ran to her car and sped the whole way to Rafe's home. The living space he desperately wanted to bring Willow and herself into. A place he brought to show how much he loved them and appreciated them. The life she nearly denied him of.

But he hurt her feelings, dismissing her wants. Both parties really needed to communicate on this.

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Rafe sat at his desk in a back room, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Where did things go so wrong? What happened? Sure he's been stressed with work and the wedding in a month. It was a large adjustment. He was just praying the pair could survive.

That's when he heard sniffling that pulled him from his thoughts. There she was, in her most purest form. Completely vulnerable and broken. "I'm sorry." She whimpered.

Rafe stayed speechless. "I'm so used to complete control. It makes me feel secure. I know what ever happens would be on me. But I also love working for you. I love watching your face light up when you complete a small task, how you hold my hand in meetings. I get to spend time with you in a different setting. But I don't want any of the that if I can't have you. If I can't guarantee you come home to Willow or me. I want you."

"Y/n. I love you. I don't like or agree with you ignoring me and not communicating that, but I have had time to think and really do some searching of what I want." She held her breath, fearing this would be the end, but he continued. "I also don't like you working for me. It feels so wrong when I see you as an equal. Much more than that. Fuck were litterally engaged." His eyes widened. "We are still engaged, right?"

"Yes."

"So be my partner. Don't work for me. Let's work together. If you want a day off, take it. You can do whatever you like. We do it all together. It is a family buisness after all."

"Rafe-"

"I mean it. What do you say?"

"Can we take tomorrow off?" Y/n sheepishly smiled.

"What do you have in mind?"

"An us day with Willow. And your family. And we could go on an adventure."

He grinned. "We could take a family trip to the mainland."

"Or maybe the courthouse?"

[mdhwrites]

How sick are you of the "TOH season 3 was bad because of Disney" argument?

I feel bad that I've been talking about the shortening as much as I have lately and this ask feels like a part of that. XD It's probably the one thing that the troll from a bit ago really got under my skin with and what seemed to piss them off the hardest. The idea that I was 'blatantly ignoring the circumstances' that led to the problems in the show.

But frankly, I just don't hear the argument being used much anymore. That might just partially be because at this point, I feel like I see more Amphibia art than I see Owl House art on my timeline because... Who is really defending this show at this point? It seems like even die hards are glancing back and fidgeting about it, like that person who I reblogged about the glyphs. That was a decently popular post for something that should have been controversial considering how theoretically important the glyphs are to at least the branding of the show.

S3 in general seems to have left a really bad taste in people's mouths and it's not hard to see why. When you had two and a half hours of content to give your story a proper bang of a finish, even if you can't make it all cohere thematically or the like, you should be able to do SOMETHING. That's WAY longer than most movies and TOH didn't have to do the first two act of establishment that most movies need to do. They had their players, they had their villains, they had their stakes and they never have to find an answer on their own to the Collector or Belos so they effectively already had their solution. They were setup to have payoff after payoff after payoff.

But I made an entire blog about how S3 could never have been great... Because what was there to payoff? Beating Belos is about the ONLY thing S2 left for the cast to do, especially once the second special came around and the interesting elements of the Collector were killed. He's just a sad but playful boy, just like Hunter was sad but mad and Amity was sad but smart. We had no other villains that we as an audience were connected to, all the character arcs were done, to the point where they have to make shit up for Willow so they can do SOMETHING with her and even that feels like shipping fodder, and the thematics were left so far down the road that... What can you say about the ending positively besides "I'm happy everyone is alive and seems happy where they are"?

None of these issues only arose in S3 of TOH though and I think that's the real problem for the fandom right now. Literally the longer the show has gone on, the more its inherent flaws in its writing become obvious as well as the fact that these writers simply aren't good enough to improvise off of the flaws in their own writing to make it better. We have no one who is Toriyama during the Cell Arc here where they can change on the fly and actually build off of what has to now be discarded. Or, hell, me, because I don't plan my stories from go but I take GREAT pride in being able to build on surprises I leave for myself on accident. Remember: The Power of Love did not start even with that title or Boscha planned to ever make more than joke appearances. Now it has a lot of people's favorite versions of both Boscha and Amity.

And that story is over a hundred chapters long. I had at least another hundred chapters of plans in mind. But when my brain stopped working for it and I decided I needed to write an ending so readers could be satisfied, I managed to do one in six parts that word count wise was probably at most 15k words. Not that long frankly but I was able to highlight the mended relationship between Amity and Boscha, how far Boscha had come socially as to be able to ignore those who might have gotten under her skin before, her better relationship with Luz, tie up the biggest loose ends and get them all together.

Was it entirely coherent? No. Was it as impactful as it could have been had I done all my plans? Of course not. But it was satisfying and true to the story and none of it wasted my audiences' time while still giving them an ending that was not only poignant to what had come because of how far Boscha had come but also just give the audience what they wanted. I knew what to cut and I knew what was important.

The Owl House never knew what was important to it though. Never met an idea it didn't like. So... How do you end a story that has never had a focus, clear thematics, plot, world or even characters? That throws everything into the kitchen sink and just waves away the elements in the sink that will stop them from adding new elements that will never get past the surface?

In a lot of spectacle that shows you were always a lot more shallow than you claimed and that's gonna leave a lot of people cold. I know it did for me, even well before the finale.

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Ch. 17: Cherry

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It’s been a wet kind of summer. The rains started early after spring and persisted until the tail end of June, unusual for this time of year. The air is thick and humid, as if moving through water, and the sky hangs dull and heavy above the valley.

For the most part, Patroclus has been working in the vineyards of the area, along with the throngs of other seasonal workers that arrive in Phthia for every harvesting period. It’s hard work, but Patroclus has never minded physical labour overly much. More than anything, he’s glad that the exams are done and over with; if his mind had to retain yet one more piece of information, it might explode.

Bees buzz merrily around him as he clips the grapes from the vines and tosses them in his basket. His back is aching and the sweat stings his eyes; there’s only a few more minutes until the end of the work day. Patroclus is looking forward to a cold drink of water and an even colder shower. He woke up at six this morning to ride his bike all the way here; the vineyard is quite far out, past Atreus' farm and across the Spercheios river, miles upon miles of wheat and alfalfa fields with their deep irrigation ditches. Grape harvesting pays slightly better than other jobs, but you can't work too fast or the fruits will be bruised. Employers don't like that. 

Some days, like this one, when the sun burns bright above them and there isn’t the reprieve of rain clouds hovering above, Patroclus wonders if he’s making things way too hard for himself. Peleus all but assured them that he would pay for any and all expenses he and Achilles would have during their move to the capital, and more besides, but Patroclus feels better knowing that he won’t be relying entirely on Peleus’ charity. His savings will be just about enough to cover his personal expenses for the first couple of months, until he finds another job there. Patroclus considers that a win; he thinks it will be good for him to be a little bit more independent. 

He returns with his basket filled to the brim and a procession of bees in tow, then lines up along with the others to receive his pay for the day. Most of the workers are undocumented immigrants; the job pays five bucks per hour and there are no papers to sign, no tax deductions. They're all paid under the table, in cash. 

Patroclus accepts the bills with fingers darkened by dirt and sticky with sap, and slips them in his pocket. 

He gets on his bike and pedals fast down the dirt road. A quick stop by the house for a shower, a change of clothes and a snack, and he’s off again. The others must already be at the basketball court, probably already a couple games in. Achilles must surely be among them, obliterating the opposing team’s defences. 

He had found Patroclus’ decision to work for most of the summer odd. He didn’t tell him as much, never tried to dissuade him, but Patroclus could tell from his baffled frown and the words he held back that the notion of working the summer before college never once crossed his mind. Not out of laziness, but out of a lack of need. What use was there to waste his time working in someone else’s fields, when his father owned so many of his own?

“It’d be a conflict of interest,” he’d told Patroclus with an easy smile. “Bad for business, you understand.” 

Patroclus had laughed and they’d said nothing more about it, but the tinge of disappointment in Achilles’ eyes every time Patroclus has to miss one of the boys’ outings or basketball games is impossible not to notice. Perhaps it grates a little at Achilles, the same it does at him, that they aren’t spending all of their time together like they used to, like they have done every other summer since Patroclus came to Phthia. That they aren’t racing with their bikes down the empty dirt roads, leaving clouds of dust in their wake, or reading dusty books from Peleus’ library underneath the shade of the willow tree at the shed. That they don't... exist together as naturally and effortlessly as they once did.

But things aren’t quite the same between them now as they were back then. Since their row in the garage, Achilles has been a little quiet and aloof around him, not quite as eager to monopolise his time and company. And in the span of two months, Patroclus has been to the shed with Achilles all of five times and to the beach only once. During those times, he was careful not to linger too long, not to let the conversation drift towards… dangerous places. Not to sit too near, lean too close, touch. No funny business. 

It’s all for the best, Patroclus knows. The right and sensible thing to do. The line they’ve been walking with all of this has been far too thin; it was only a matter of time before it all blew up in their faces, surely, before someone found out or before their friendship started unraveling because of it. But he still can’t shake the feeling that he’s missing something essential, that he’s fucked up somehow. He doesn’t know how to fix it.

The echo of the ball’s dribble and the scattered conversations reach him before Patroclus turns the corner to the basketball court. It’s rather busy now that the sun has fallen a bit, and the bleachers are half full, younger kids from school or from the next village over. He spots Briseis and the other girls up on the third row, giggling amongst themselves as they watch the game. 

Briseis waves happily at him. “Took you longer than usual,” she tells him as he comes to sit next to her. “Does the future of Phthia’s winemaking rest solely on your very capable shoulders?” 

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