#I'd for sure need a car and I think there are things I'd find stressful

[asinglesock]

unemployment arc update

[ms-demeanor]

Hi. I've followed you for a while and your advice to others always seems pretty good. You seem very knowledge about therapy and driving. This may be a bit out of your depth, feel free to delete this ask if so, but if you have any advice I would greatly appreciate hearing it. I've got a problem: the field I'm studying for and love doing will require frequent trips to places I cannot walk/bike/bus/fly to, and I'm terrified of driving. My father decided the best way to start teaching me was to put me behind the wheel on a small road in a big city with pedestrians and bikes on the road, and tell me to drive. It's been 4 years and I can't even think about getting behind the driver's seat without bursting into tears. Riding in the front passenger seat is fine. I want to get over this fear and finally learn to drive, with paid therapy if necessary, but I don't know what terms to search for to find a therapist that can help me with this. Any ideas?

So I think pretty much any decent therapist will be able to help you with this fear, just like any decent therapist will be able to help you figure out how to approach any fear that you've got.

But I'm also not sure this is something you need a therapist for so much as some very good friends and a lot of time. If you don't have your learner's permit I'd recommend getting one, and from there I think I'd say to ask some good friends, who you know are good drivers, to help teach you the rudiments of driving.

I think that you should do this by starting on a closed private property where there aren't people or pedestrians or anything else, and just put the key in the car, put the car in drive, and drive up and down a driveway until you are capable of doing so without panicking. From there, have your safe trusted driver friend take you someplace with no traffic of any kind but that does have some kind of lane markings (school parking lots on weekends, shopping center parking lots late at night, etc) and begin practicing things like stopping, turning, and acceleration. Do that until you're comfortable driving around empty parking lots, at which point I'd say that you should look at enrolling in a driving school with a closed course.

You were put in a very stressful situation that frightened you a lot, but there are ways that you can build up that should help you to see that it doesn't have to be stressful like that. Sit in the driver's seat of a parked car. Turn the car on without putting it into gear. Drive it back and forth just to get used to the car being in motion at very slow speeds.

If you want to work on this with a therapist you're probably going to want to be looking for someone who specifically discusses dealing with phobias around driving or accident-related trauma and recovery; cars can be terrifying and there are a ton of people who have had bad times with cars so there are lots of professionals who have dealt with getting people comfortable around cars as a necessity of our car-centric culture. That's the kind of stuff I'd be looking for, is people who talk about vehicle-related or accident-related trauma.

But also I think that's just a good thing to say out front if you're shopping for a therapist. "I am scared of driving and want to learn to drive, that is my primary current interest in therapy and I'm looking for a professional to support me while I work through this." Say this out loud as you call offices, and DO make calls, don't just look for reviews. People may not advertise this kind of thing specifically because it may just be taken for granted that it's something that their office can help equip you for.

Though, again, I think that you can likely do a lot of that yourself with the help of a good friend or a patient family member who is willing to respect your boundaries and work within them, but you need to think about what your boundaries are and what your goals are before you get to work.

[evalevaeva]

Hi! Do you write headcanons? If not than you can just write it as a fic or ignore it. It's ok 😊.

Ryu sio falls in love with a soft and sweet female reader who genuinely cares for him and wants to be his friend unlike Nam soon. He was at first skeptical about her and used to be rude towards her. But slowly he realised that reader is actually a sweet person and wasn't pretending to get close to him. So he starts to like her and tries to win her love.

Thank you 😊

Ryu Sio falling in love with someone sweet:

thank you anon! is this how i make a headcanon

- i think he'd definitely be a bit skeptical after everything that happened with namsoon

- he'd be the type to fall in love at first sight

- he'd walk into the office and you'd be walking into the office with a coffee in hand and he'd be absolutely smitten

- he'd tell himself that he was just being tricked again, but he'd find himself taking walks around the office to catch a glimpse of you

- he'd eventually give your team more benefits, and eventually, he'll begin talking to you

- sio would convince himself that he was just using you to get over namsoon

- would see you as a replacement and would switch moods really fast

- he'd probably think that all your kindness was a facade

- would try to push you to your limit, but somehow, you're too patient and thought he just needed to vent anger

- but he'd find himself waiting for your calls, waiting for your texts and waiting for you

- you'd probably be a bit confused at first, i mean, your boss is literally taking an interest in you

- eventually, he'd find small things about you that he likes

- he'd be in his fancy car, passing the alleyway to your house and he'd see you helping a grandma carry her groceries home, and he'd find himself smiling and giggling like a teenage girl

- he'd find you feeding the neighbourhood cat, and he'd ask you if you like them

- if you say yes, be prepared to get kittens as your christmas gift

- this man doesn't hold back when it comes to you

- whatever you want, is whatever you'll get. he doesn't care if you wanted a mansion, he'll get it.

- he would feel doubts once in a while, but then he'll see your text and he's all good again

- he's definitely a hugger

- would lean onto you (eventhough hes two heads taller than you)

- definitely a gift giver and is big on pda

- wouldn't want you to be in danger because you're in a relationship with him, but can't stop himself from holding your hand or clinging onto you

- I'd like to think he would try to convince you to just become his assistant because you're too sociable with everyone in the office

- would get jealous and be all clingy when you take too long to talk to your manager

- would get jealous when you go out for lunch with your coworkers and not him, even though you spend way more time with him

- you'd make a bento box for him to bring to lunch, and he'd be all smiley the whole day, and he'd take a lot of photos of it

- would have a whole album in his gallery of just photos of the both of you and would open it everytime he feels stressed

- he'd probably hide the whole pavel thing from you because he doesn't want you to worry or think he's a monster

- if you did find out, you'd probably be more worried about him than you already were

- if you were worried he was overworking himself, now you were worried for his life

- you'd make him text you every few hours to make sure he's alright and he'd feel guilty because you're worrying for him

- he'd make sure you know his every whereabout so you won't have to worry as much

[sachirobabe]

Stress fracture | K. Tobio x F!reader

Warnings: Cursing, injuries, timeskip spoilers, arguing, hurt/comfort⚠️

An: repost from my Wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1341

"You're so stupid sometimes, Tobio." You sigh as you shut his door for him. He waits for you to round the car and get into the drivers seat before answering.

"Am not." He huffs.

"We're supposed to meet up with your sister and mom, but instead we're on our way to the doctor." You sigh, eyeing him for a second before turning on the car.

"I didn't think I'd get a stress fracture, didn't even know that was a thing." He mutters the last part to himself.

"Your body isn't keeping up with you, obviously you're going to stress your ankle out and injure it." You feel bad for scolding him over injuring himself, but you've warned him for weeks to ease up on the training.

"I should be back in about a week or two right?"

You look at him like he's crazy, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"I mean, yeah, but it's like a minor thing, right?" He continues, not taking his injury too seriously.

You shut your eyes despite driving then quickly open them, "Tobio.. I don't even know what to tell you right now."

"Why's that? I'm being serious." He frowns.

"Yeah, that's the scary part. You'll probably be out for longer than that." You sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to take this too well.

"I can't." He denies.

"Injuries don't work that way." You shrug, "Just focus on getting better, yeah? Plus you've barely been home.. so."

"I spend plenty of time at home." He argues.

"To sleep and eat, but we don't see much of each other." You explain, all of a sudden feeling nervous.

"We've talked about this already." He says, turning his head, finding the window much more interesting.

"And I'm going to say it again, you need to let yourself rest." You're trying your best to not have this conversation blow up.

"Are you sure you're not just saying that so I can be with you longer? I told you how demanding my job is." He crosses his arms.

"Tobio, I'm not trying to argue with you right now." You grip the steering wheel tightly.

"Then what're you trying to do?" He scowls.

"Take care of you. You're injured and I'm concerned at the amount of training you're putting yourself through." You explain

"My training's just fine." He crosses his arms and faces his body towards the window. He's so sassy sometimes.

You decide to leave it at that, the rest of the car ride was silent. The clinic comes into view and you notice your boyfriend shift uncomfortably in the leather seat.

You tried your best to park as close as you can, knowing you'd have to help Tobio get out of the car.

"I can get out myself." He glares and opens the door before you can even turn the car off. You roll your eyes and decide to let him suffer. He begins to walk and immediately scrunches his face in pain.

You walk in front of him and into the clinic, he was being stubborn so you'd let him suffer his own consequences. The lady at the front desk attends you and you're both waiting for your husband.

Tobio is limping as he walks in, pain evident on his face. "Would you like me to get you a wheelchair, sir?" The woman asked.

"I can walk myself." He says to her, she raises an eyebrow and motions for you both to follow her. A small part of him wanted you to help him, but he was never going to ask.

You take it upon yourself to aid him, he grumpily lets you, deep down he's really relieved. His ankle was throbbing. He's finally sitting on the bed in the room, scooting all the way to the back so his injury wasn't just dangling.

His phone is buzzing with texts and calls from his sister and mother, he ignores them and is waiting for you to speak to him. You look the other way, finding the wall entertaining.

He scoffs, what's so appealing about the wall? You don't even react to him. The doctor enters the room and begins to examine his ankle, finally being told he's out for 6 weeks.

The doctor gives you a list of things to help quicken the healing process, you listen intently to what is being said.

"The doctor's more interesting than me, huh?” Tobio says as he's settled in the car.

"Don't Tobio." You warn.

"Now you wanna talk to me? I bet you're happy I'm gonna be home for so long." He says.

"What's gotten into you? All you do is spend your time playing volleyball, I understand that's your job, but when's the last time we had a date night?" You question, beginning to drive.

He ignores your question, "That's quite literally my job."

"I know it's your job, but you're overdoing it. We don't eat dinner together anymore, we don't go out on dates, I go to bed alone and wake up with you already gone." You say frustrated.

"I warned you about this when we first got together, you can't expect me home all the time." He faces you.

"I'm not saying that, Tobio, you're not even listening. You're upset because you have a stress fracture and you're out for 6 weeks. You don't need to be taking that frustration out on me. I just miss spending time together, that's all." You finish your little rant and he stays silent.

Tobio gets out of the car by himself and is waiting by the door for you to open. He limps to the couch in the living room and pulls out his phone. He begins to realize you're right, he's been staying after a lot more and leaving much earlier for practice.

An important match was coming up and he just wanted to be the best he could, unknowingly he was pushing you off to the side. Now he feels like he's an asshole—no, he knows he's being an asshole.

You went up to your shared bedroom and haven't come out since. You've taken some time to cool off and answered some messages, mostly informing his mother and sister about what happened.

Tobio struggles to go up the stairs, at the top he's breathing heavily and sweating. Your head turns towards the door hearing it open.

He limps onto the bed and scoots so his back is resting on the headboard. He didn't even realize as he was getting situated and being careful to not injure himself more, that you'd left the room. "Fuck." He groans.

You now sat on the couch, focused on your phone. Your husband didn't struggle as much as when he was going up the stairs, he made sure to be quiet so you wouldn't move.

He sits next to you and you begin to stand up, "I won't be able to follow you if you go back upstairs." He says out of breath. "Please just stay." His hand reaches for yours, his eyes looking at you apologetically.

You glare at him and sit back down. "What do you want."

He sighs, "I'm sorry for earlier. You're right, I was upset because I'd be out of volleyball. I didn't mean to make you feel like I don't want to spend time with you."

"I know, it just hurt how you kept getting defensive about it. I'm aware of your job being demanding, but we'd still be able to do things and relax." You explain and he listens wholeheartedly.

"I know, babe, I'm really sorry. We have an important match coming up and I went a little crazy." He agreed. "I'll do a better job, I promise."

You smile, "I'm sorry for not helping you get out of the car."

"I deserved it." He laughed, "I know you'll take good care of me, no more running off, I can't keep up." You both laugh.

"Come here." You say and press your soft lips to his. "I'll take great care of you."

[lee-laurent]

Playing Pretend - Jamie Drysdale

Summary: In which Jamie and his girlfriend end things after pretending everything was okay. Or in which Jamie's girlfriend moves in with Trevor while attempting to keep her pregnancy hidden from everyone.

content: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, long distance, keeping secrets from partner (if that's a warning idk), angst, fluff, mentions of sex, implications of cheating/being unfaithful, jamie's trade :(

notes: this one is a bit more angsty than my other fics. i wanted to experiment with trying something new. possible happy ending tho. guess you'll have to read to find out ;) sorry if it seems rushed, i didn't know how to format it :/

"Of course, you have options. You can read more about those here. This is a judgement free zone," the nurse continued to drone on about scheduling another appointment, but Violet had tuned her out. In fact, the only thing that Violet could hear was her heart pounding in her chest.

"Thank you," she mumbled, grabbing the paperwork and shoving it into her purse. All she wanted was Jamie and he was on the other side of the country.

Once she was safely in her car in the parking lot, she let the tears fall. A baby? How was she supposed to take care of a baby when her boyfriend lived five hours away by plane. They barely spoke more than twice a week at this point. Their relationship was falling apart and a baby wasn't going to save it.

"How was the doctor?" Trevor asked as she walked through the door, kicking off her shoes.

"Fine. Just food poisoning, like you thought."

"I told you! Never eat grocery store sushi, Vi. Should've listened to me."

"Ha. I guess you know best, Trev. I'm gonna go lie down. I'm still nauseous."

"Make sure you text Jamie! He was worried about you."

"I'm sure he was," she mumbled, making her way to her bedroom. She looked at the picture on her bedside table. It was of her and Jamie at his first game with the Ducks. She'd been so proud to see him move from the Gulls to the NHL. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and was looking down at her like she'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, while she smiled happily into the camera. Violet sighed, putting the photo face down. She couldn't bare to look at Jamie's face right now, photo or not.

Her phone buzzed.

Jamie <3: Trev texted. Said it's food poisoning like he thought. Feel better. I love you

Vi: Thanks, Jam. Love you too

Lying to Jamie made her stomach churn. In fact, everything was making her stomach churn at the moment. Trevor had made sausages with his breakfast that morning, leading to her projectile vomiting in the kitchen. Which is when Trevor finally convinced her to go to a walk-in clinic. A walk-in clinic that sent her to Planned Parenthood. And now at the thought of Jamie not knowing about his child mixed with the baby in her womb hating the smell of everything, she was leaned over the toilet once more.

"Vi? Do you want some ginger ale?" Trevor asked from the doorway.

"No. I'm okay, Trev. Just, I- I'd like to be alone right now."

"Oh, right. Call me if you need anything," he sighed, gently shutting the door behind him.

Violet sniffled, reaching for her phone on the counter next to her.

Jamie was worried sick about Violet, but he was also focused on the game of NHL 24 he was playing with Cam.

"Wait. Time out. Violet's texting."

"Oh, shit. What'd she say?"

"That... that we need to talk?" Jamie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Shit. We can finish this later. Call her."

"Thanks, Cam. I- I'll be back," Jamie stood up from the couch, albeit a bit wobbly from nerves, speeding off to his room.

"Hey," Violet's voice cracked as it broke through the speaker of his phone.

"Hey, um, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Long distance isn't working, Jamie. I- I think we should end things."

"What? Vi? Where is this coming from? Did- did you meet someone in Anaheim?"

"What? God, no. Jamie- I wouldn't cheat. You know that. I just- this is too much stress for me right now."

"Our relationship is too much stress for you? I- I told you that you could move here. We could get our own place. I-"

"Jamie, I have a life here. I have a job. My friends."

"I had all of that too. But, I- I'm making it work here. You could make it work here, Violet! Please don't do this. You- you're the love of my life."

"Jamie, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I can't do this anymore."

"Please, Violet. Please."

"We- if you need anything call Trevor. Goodbye, Jamie."

Jamie didn't return to his game with Cam; he spent the rest of the night crying himself to sleep on his bed.

"You broke up with Jamie?!" Trevor shouted the next morning, waking up an exhausted Violet.

"Trevor? It's 6 in the morning."

"Yeah? Well Jamie just called me in tears, saying that you dumped him OVER THE PHONE?!"

"We're long distance. How else was I supposed to do it?"

"You weren't supposed to do it at all, Violet! You guys are made for each other! What's with this sudden change of heart?"

"We were barely talking anymore. I need a present boyfriend."

"Vi-"

"Drop it, Trevor! It's frankly none of your business!"

"None of my bus-"

Violet gagged, leaning over and puking on the hardwood floor. She looked up at Trevor, wiping her mouth.

"Get me a paper towel, please."

"Right. Um, right... This conversation isn't over."

He returned with a roll of paper towels. Watching as she pulled herself out of bed, to clean up the mess next to her bed.

"Why'd you break up with him?"

"I just told you. It wasn't working."

"But, you didn't even try to make it work. He said you didn't communicate it wasn't going well until yesterday."

"Wow. Does Jamie tell you every intimate part of our relationship?" she snapped.

"No."

"It was rhetorical, Trevor."

"Oh. He loves you."

"I know."

"Do you not love him?"

"What? Of course I love him. He's the fa- the first man I loved. I'll always love him."

"Then why break up with him?! He- he said you could go live with him in Philly."

"I don't want to leave Anaheim. I want to r- never mind. But, my job is here."

"Get a new one."

"God! You're so immature! It's not that fucking easy, Trevor! I'm not going to start my entire life over for Jamie! So fucking drop it!"

"I-"

"Drop it!"

Trevor dropped it. At least with Violet he did. He spent every day trying to convince Jamie to call her. To fix things. To figure what he could do. Jamie wasn't easily convinced though. After the mental anguish that the phone call with his now ex-girlfriend had caused him, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through it again.

Violet's morning sickness hadn't ended. In fact, it was getting worse. Morning sickness? More like all day and all night sickness. She was in agony. And Trevor as oblivious as he was, was getting suspicious.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor again? I don't think food poisoning is supposed to last this long."

"It's probably just stress."

"Why're you stressed?"

"Work."

"But- okay? I still think you should go back."

"Trevor."

"Yes?"

"I'm fine."

"You're pretending."

"What?"

"You're pretending everything is okay. You're just afraid to admit that things are worse without Jamie. Not better. You're more stressed. Hence the vomiting."

"Trevor, I- I have work to do."

Two hours later Violet was in the kitchen doing dishes when her phone started ringing.

"Trev! Can you get that?"

"Sure."

"Hi! This is Alice from Anaheim OB/GYN, I was just calling to confirm your appointment on Friday with Dr. Rhodes," the voice came through the phone.

"Trev! Who is it?"

"Sure, just let me get the phone to Violet. Oh, perfect! Thank you!"

"Hi?" Violet asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hi! Is this Violet?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Perfect! Just a few questions to go over before confirming your appointment."

"Oh, of course."

"Any abnormal bleeding?"

"No."

"Dizziness?"

"Nope."

"How's the nausea you mentioned last time you were in?"

"About the same."

"Okay, I'll let the nurse know. We can get you some tablets for that. See you Friday at 11:30."

"Perfect, thank you."

Violet sighed, hanging up the phone.

"You're pregnant?" Trevor whispered.

"What? No."

"She said she was calling from the OB/GYN's office. Isn't that a doctor for pregnant people?"

"Not always. They also give birth control and stuff."

"But why would you need birth control if you're not seeing Jamie anymore?"

"For my periods."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying, Trevor. Why would I lie?"

"You're lying. You always itch your wrist when you lie. You're pregnant. Does Jamie know?"

"Maybe it isn't Jamie's?"

"Yeah? Who else have you slept with? Nobody. You and Jamie had sex the night before we left for Nashville."

"Who told you that?"

"Jamie."

"Ew. I-"

"So it is Jamie's?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"Violet... is this why you dumped him? Are you getting... you know?"

"Not pregnant, Trevor."

"Fine, I'll drop it for now. But, if you were pregnant, I, um, I'd be here to help. I promise."

"Good to know if I am to hypothetically get pregnant," she mumbled, itching her wrist. Trevor let out a heavy sigh.

"You- you can tell me anything, Violet. I'm not going to tell Jamie if you don't want me to."

"You said you were gonna drop it. Plus there's nothing to tell him. Everything is normal."

"Right, um, I'm going out. Call if you need anything for your... food poisoning."

"Will do."

When she finally heard the front door shut, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The tension in the kitchen had been palpable. She knew deep down that Trevor didn't believe her, but until she was showing she'd be able to hide it... maybe.

A month had passed and Violet was shocked to find that it looked like she was bloated. Violet had always been on the thinner side, but not to the point that she thought she'd be showing this early into her pregnancy. The doctors had confirmed that she was just over a month when she found out, meaning she was nearing three months. Baggy clothes became her new best friends. Unfortunately, most of the baggy clothing she owned were items she'd stolen from Jamie. This led to lots of looks from Trevor as she moved around their apartment.

Trevor now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Violet was pregnant. He'd gone into her bathroom to find some extra toilet paper and come across an array of prenatal vitamins. He didn't bring it up though. The apartment constantly had an air of awkwardness shrouding it. Violet and Trevor were tip-toeing around each other. And he knew that eventually he would have to be the bigger person and bring it up, which was uncommon for the Ducks player.

"I was talking to Jamie today," Trevor mentioned as he twirled some spaghetti onto his fork.

"Hm. How's Jamie?"

"Better. He, uh, he still asks about you."

"Good for him."

"I'm sure if you told him... about your situation, he'd be willing to help."

"What situation?" Violet smiled, taking a sip of her water.

"Can we stop pretending, Violet?"

She shook her head, pushing away from the small kitchen table.

"God! Grow up, Violet! You're going to be a mom! Start acting like a fucking adult!" Trevor shouted as she retreated to her room, that Trevor had not-so-lovingly nicknamed "the cave." Her door slammed in response, shaking the pictures hanging in the corridor.

"Hey, girl!" her best friend, Aly, smiled through the FaceTime call. "How're those vitamins? One of the moms I work with says they're the best ones!"

"Good, I think. I've got a little bump now."

"Damn! Baby Drysdale is growingggg!" she dragged out.

"Don't call them that. He- I still haven't told him."

"Girl! You told me you were going to like a week ago! What changed?"

"He- I saw him on Instagram and he looked so happy. I don't want to ruin that."

"So... you're just gonna wallow in self-pity until your baby is born? What about when he sees you with a baby? Isn't he gonna be suspicious?"

"He already accused me of cheating. So..."

"Violet! No! We are not claiming you cheated and got pregnant from another man."

"Jamie's not ready to be a dad."

"Who told you that? Jamie?"

"No."

"Exactly. You don't know that!"

"I'll think about it, Aly. Right now, the doctor said I need to avoid too much stress. It makes my nausea worse."

"Uh huh. Lemme tell you about this date I went on!"

"Do you think Violet would be okay if I came to visit?" Jamie asked Trevor.

"Um... I mean you're coming to see me. It has nothing to do with her."

"I guess, you're right. I'll get a hotel though. I don't want to intrude on her space."

"Her space is also my space, Jamie."

"Yeah, but she's my... ex. It'd feel weird. Is she, um, seeing anyone new?"

"Violet?" Trevor choked on his water, "No. No. She's been busy with... work."

"Makes sense."

"What about you? Any new women in your life?"

"No. I just compare them all to Vi."

"When you come, maybe you can get some closure. Talk to her."

"If she lets me."

"If she lets you," Trevor smiled, continuing to help his best friend plan his trip.

Six months pregnant. Violet couldn't believe it. Her baby was the size of corn, according to Aly. It was hard to hide her ever growing bump, but Trevor's hoodies and some of Jamie's old clothes did the trick. She had no idea that Jamie was coming to visit. It was all part of Trevor's plan to get her to talk to him... and admit her pregnancy.

Trevor was buzzing as he walked Jamie up the stairs to their apartment.

"Violet did some redecorating, but it looks similar to when you left! She's still asleep, I think. She sleeps in on weekends."

"Not surprising," Jamie bit back his smile.

"Welcome back, bud!" Trevor swung open the door, leading his ex-teammate into his home. Jamie looked around, it was similar to when he left. A few pictures had been taken down and replaced with new ones, but it looked pretty much the same.

"Trev? Why are you shouting?" Violet questioned sleepily, rubbing a hand on her stomach. The baby had recently discovered how to kick and it was their new favourite hobby.

"Look who I brought home with me!" Trevor beamed.

"Jamie?" the girl suddenly looked much more awake, dropping her hands to her side.

"You... you're pregnant," was all Jamie could manage, staring directly at her stomach.

"Surprise?"

The group sat in the living room. Well, Trevor and Violet were sitting. Jamie was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair.

"You're gonna go bald, Jimmy. Stop."

"She- you're pregnant?!"

"Yes. We established that, Jamie," Violet rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Is it... is it mine?"

"Um..."

"Yes, the baby is yours, Jamie! Are you dumb?" Trevor furrowed his brow.

"You didn't tell me?! Neither of you?!"

"She... It wasn't my place."

"Yeah? What about you, Violet? What's your excuse?!"

"I- I didn't want to ruin your career."

"Ruin my career? No! You were just being selfish. Don't pretend this had anything to do with protecting me!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Jamie, can you sit down? You're stressing me out," she sighed, rubbing over where the baby was kicking repeatedly, sensing its mother's turmoil.

"Violet! We... we're having a baby."

"I'm having a baby."

God, she was just as stubborn as before.

"Z, can we have a minute?"

"Oh, sure," Trevor left and Jamie didn't speak until he heard the door close.

"Violet, this is serious. Why would you keep this from me? Is this why you ended things?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

"Sort of. I panicked. I just, I don't want you to feel forced to stay because of us," she motioned to her belly.

"I... I still love you. A lot. God, I never stopped loving you."

"Jamie..."

"You... you can come live in Philly! We can fix us. And raise our baby. Be a happy family."

"I want to stay here."

"You... you can't keep my baby from me, Violet. Please," his eyes started to water, "Not any longer than you already have."

"He-"

"He? It's a boy?"

"Shit. Yeah."

"I'm going to have a son?" he smiled, the tears finally falling. Violet could feel her hormones acting up, her eyes also welling with tears.

"Henry."

"Hm?"

"I- I've been planning on naming him Henry."

"Henry. It's perfect, Vi. Can I?" he gestured to the swell of her stomach. She nodded, letting out a sob as his hands met the cotton of her shirt.

"Hi, Henry. It's your dad. I'm sorry I haven't been here. I- I don't blame Mommy. She did what she thought was best."

Violet continued to sob. Why was he being so sweet to her? She'd kept his son from him!

"Violet, can you just think about it? Please. Us and Henry in Philly."

"I can think about it, Jams," she cried, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you sure you built that right?" Violet asked for the fourth time, "I don't want him falling on the ground in the middle of the night."

"I followed the instructions, Vi. It's secure. He'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I just-"

Jamie cut her off with a kiss to her lips.

"I'm positive, love. Now stop worrying. Poor Henry is going to pop out early if you keep that up."

"I'd appreciate it if he did. He's been sitting on my bladder all day."

Jamie kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand where he saw the imprint of a foot kick.

"Can you move off Mommy's bladder? It makes her pissy. And Daddy doesn't want to deal with it right now."

"He's not listening. I need to pee," she waddled out of the nursery and into the ensuite. Jamie laughed, following her into their bedroom.

"You look good pregnant," Jamie commented as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Shut up. We're not having sex until this monster is out of me."

"He's not a monster!"

"He's giant! I can't breathe."

"Here," Jamie walked behind her, lifting up her stomach. She let out a long sigh of relief, the pressure being alleviated from her back.

"Thanks, Jams. I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled. Although they weren't the most stable couple on the planet, Jamie was just glad to have his girl back. And now he had his little boy too. He felt complete. And so did Violet. Complete and happy with their soon-to-be family of three.

[steam-beasts]

The Chaos Continues

Sir Topham Hatt stared silently at the sight of what he was mostly sure were his engines, hugging eachother for comfort in their strange new bodies.

Bertram had went through many things during his time as controller; nearly losing the No.1 of his railway not once, not twice, but five times. Finding out some of his diesel engines were holding some of his steam engines hostage, getting his office blown up thanks to a former Navy man, witnessing his very expensive top link express engine nearly have a boiler explosion, having to go hunt his tank engine that was kidnapped by a rally car, dealing with one of his engines having a meltdown over the changes. The last and most stressful thing he went through was being forced to watch his poor engines practically mutate into beastly creatures and abandon them for nearly two years.

Now, it was this.

You know what? He needed to sit down. Sir Topham Hatt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he simply made his way back to his office, he didn't want to deal with this right now. As soon as he got there, he didn't even bother with shutting the door and sat down at his desk "...oh dear, oh dear...why do things like these keep happening..?" He groaned, rubbing his temple. Sometimes he wished he could've done more to prevent any of this from happening, but then again, how could he have known this would happen?

Before he could try to think of anything else, the stationmaster suddenly ran into his office, looking quite stressed out "Sir! There's trouble in the sheds!"

Sir Topham Hatt's eyes widened and his throat felt dry, he almost dreaded to ask, but he tried to keep his composure as he stood up "What's happening?"

The stationmaster looked very hesitant "Emily, Edward, Henry and Gordon. Th-They...well...erm" Topham walked up to him, stern but anxious. The stationmaster yelped as the stout gentleman pulled him down to eye level "My engines have what?! Spit it out, lad!"

"I believe it would be better if you saw for yourself, Sir"

________________

Down at Tidmouth, each the engines' crews were standing outside their respective engine's berth, muttering anxiously to one other. They could hear their engines letting out distressed whistles from inside, but wanted Sir Topham Hatt to see to it. Edward's oldest crew, Charlie Sand Jr and Sidney Heaver Jr noticed Thomas's new crew, Mr Conductor and Junior coming out from around the corner.

"Ah, Mr C!" Charlie exclaimed, jogging over to the pixie man "Charlie, is something wrong?" Mr Conductor asked, quickly noticing the worry."Well...yes, actually. You see, um... we're in a bit of a–"

"Oh! Are ye's on strike? I dinnae think Hattie would be too happy aboot that!" Junior interrupted cheekily, earning a small glare from Mr Conductor. Charlie rolled his eyes "No, we're waiting for Sir, actually. Because..." He then glanced at the sheds "...well, something has happened to our engines" he admitted.

"What's going on with Edward?" The conductor asked. Sidney then spoke up "It's not just Edward. Something happened to Gordon and Henry as well, and Emily too" Junior quickly frowned, now realising the matter was probably serious "They... they cannae be gaun feral again, can they? Ah thought we sorted that oot?". Charlie shook his head "No, they're mentally ok. Physically?...I'd rather not say until Sir Topham Hatt's arrived"

Mr Conductor winced and gazed over at the shut doors of Edward's berth, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Conveniently, they saw Sir Topham Hatt driving up to the sheds in his car. As soon as he parked, he came jogging out, trying to keep his hat on his head. As soon as he reached the ground of men and women before him, he took a deep breath, carefully looking at their expressions to assume the severity of the situation before speaking "Alright. What's all the fuss?"

Charlie Sand carefully approached the fat controller and guided him to Gordon's berth doors, opening the door by a few cracks "They're in here, Sir" he said quietly, worry evident on his face. Sir Topham Hatt nodded gravely and stepped inside.

He felt his heart sink to his stomach and skip a beat as soon as he saw them. Edward, Henry and Gordon had went through the same fate as Percy and the others. They were pressed up against the back wall, huddled close to each other. They stared down at Sir Topham Hatt, fear evident in their eyes.

"...Sir?" Edward whispered, the first one to say anything. Edward was quite a skinny looking creature, but he was a little bit top-heavy and quite muscular, as well as fit looking for his age, so were the other two. Though, Gordon and Henry were both on the heavier side.

"Sir...please, I-I don't know what happened to us. We were normal for one minute and the next...this" Edward explained, understandably shaken. Sir Topham put his hand up to silence him, and so he did.

"I'm not mad, Edward. Not at any of you..." he began, masking his own worry "I understand that this was out of your control, but we'll just have to make do for now. Now, where's Emily?"

Henry whimpered and pointed "She's over there, Sir..."

Topham looked over to where Henry pointed. Indeed, Emily was there, and naked. She was basically a giant naked lady. Sir Topham Hatt quickly and for Emily's sake, looked away as soon as he caught a glimpse of her body, coughing with embarrassment "Ahem! Erm...hello, Emily" he coughed.

"Oh, hello, Sir!"

Sir Topham Hatt knew this was gonna be a long week...

To be continued...

[daenysx]

HELLO! i'm so happy to share this with you, i really hope you like it. uni kinda messes with my head but i'm hoping to keep writing, it really helps me distract myself. i love you all, thank you for being patient with me ♡

"hello?"

"i think your boyfriend's gonna kill me."

"you mean your brother?"

you can almost picture aegon frowning as he holds the phone and talks to you. he must have done something to annoy aemond, now he's calling you. classic.

"for the record, it's not my fault. i didn't do anything, he just got angry for no reason."

you smile, knowing that's not true. "are you sure?"

"yes. maybe. he needs to be nice to me, okay? i'm older than him."

"yeah, but why don't you say this to him?"

"wha-have you seen him getting angry? he can actually kill me, my life is in danger right now."

you huff quietly. "what can i do for you?"

"thank god, you finally asked. okay, he is in his office now, can you come here to take him out for lunch? we have a lot to do, and everyone here is stressed out because of aemond."

"everyone? i thought it's just you-"

"yeah, literally everyone. they are terrified that he's gonna snap again and we need a peaceful hour without him, please? just make him go back to normal, calm him down for the rest of the day and i'll get you your favorite wine-or a car-whatever you want."

you nod even though he can't see you. "fine, i'll be there in 15 minutes."

"thank fuck."

you do as you promise, 15 minutes and you see aegon's figure. you wave at him, he exhales with relief when he sees you. "he's inside."

you smile, knock the door. you hear aemond's stern voice, "aegon, don't even bother to come in, i'm not gonna-" he stops when he sees you by the door, wearing a pretty sundress. "can i come in?" you ask with a sweet voice.

he stands up, leaves his chair. "of course, sweetling, don't even have to ask."

he opens his arms for you, and you wrap your arms around his waist as he holds you close. he inhales the scent of your hair, and you are more than happy to be surrounded with his air. "i wasn't expecting you."

you take a step back, his hands in yours. "i thought i'd make a surprise to you."

"mhm, that's not the truth." aemond targaryen can be a human version of a lie detector, other than the fact that he knows you so well.

"aegon called. he is afraid you'll kill him." you say with a chuckle. "where is your tie? you left home wearing the black one."

he huffs, "i threw it out somewhere. he made me so angry, do you even know what he did-"

"no, i don't, but you can tell me all about it when we're having lunch."

he cups your cheek. "baby, it would be perfect, but there are so many things i have to do, he made a mess of everything i've been working on."

you look at him with a hopefully charming look. "please? don't you have just half an hour to spend with me?"

you know it's working with the way his lips curve into a subtle smile. you kiss his chin, his bottom lip. your hands cover his neck, his shoulders still stiff. your hand finds his hairline on the back of his neck and you scratch his scalp with your nails, knowing how much he likes it.

"you're too tense." you whisper as you kiss the skin under his ear. "let me distract you."

"i thought you offered lunch. if you keep kissing me like this, we will be doing something else."

you shrug, lips curved into a sly smile. "anything works for me, handsome."

he kisses your forehead and looks back at the papers he has to work on. he leaves your side for just a second to close his laptop and put the papers neatly on the table. he takes his phone and comes back to you, a hand on your waist as he leads you outside.

aemond doesn't spare a single glance at aegon as you leave. you can swear his assistant takes a deep breath when she sees you walking out of the office. aegon winks at you, you offer him a slow smile. it's funny how everyone in the office is intimidated by your boyfriend when you know he's an actual sweetheart for you.

he pushes you against the side of his car when you leave the office completely. there's no one else in the parking lot other than you. aemond cups your cheeks and kisses your lips without breathing. "have i told you how pretty you look in this dress?"

you shake your head with a shy smile. he pushes your hair back from your face, thumb rubbing the highest point of your cheek.

"that's a shame." he kisses your upper lip. "you look so pretty, making me forget about everything just by showing up at my room."

"just wanted-" your breath catches in your throat as he kisses the tip of your nose. "just wanted to make you feel better."

"yeah?" he asks. "you're the best thing ever happened to me, hear that? a perfect girl, only for me."

you decide to try something else. "do you think you could skip going back to work for the rest of the day? we can spend some alone time after lunch."

he pauses for a moment, presses his forehead against yours. "i think i can do that."

you get excited for having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day. "really?"

he smiles at your cheerfulness. "of course. anything for my girl." he kisses your forehead. "also i don't want to see aegon's face again for today."

you smile. "i know you're mad at him but we should be grateful for him calling me. thanks to aegon, we'll have all day to ourselves."

he chuckles like you make the funniest joke. "yeah, all thanks to aegon."

[lo1k-diamonds]

Do we have any tiny bitty epilogue for Stellar Behavior 🥹 I just want to know more about their life after be mom&dad

Whoaaaaa, hi!! 💜

I didn't think I'd be able to answer you this month, but here we are! 💪

I hope you enjoy it 😚

Stellar Behavior 💜 Epilogue

Yoongi was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while he waited for the light to turn green. He was stressed. He couldn’t help it; every kilometer he drove away from you just tightened his heart.

The sun was rising in the sky, Seoul was fairly calm, there were barely any cars on the road, and yet he was more uneasy than during a police car chase or a media frenzy about a difficult trial. All because he was leaving you alone for the first time, and it just didn’t feel right.

You had tried to handle things by yourself initially, leaving him stupefied. You had just been kidnapped and gone through labor, and yet you bounced back like nothing he had ever seen. Your willpower alone was impressive, but your resilience was humbling. Yoongi didn’t know how you did it, but it only made him admire you even more.

Still, when you told him to return to work and pretend he didn’t have you and a newborn at home, he unequivocally said, “No.”

There wasn’t any way he wouldn’t be there for his family. He didn’t care if people knew he had a kid without even knowing he had a partner. He wasn’t worried that anyone would connect the dots. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, either; you and your baby had become the center of his world. Those who needed to know surely did by now; whoever found out would likely be careful. Yoongi wouldn’t hesitate to keep his family safe. That much he had made abundantly clear the very night his son was born.

But now, he was uneasy. He had to get back to work, and even though you were surrounded by trusted people, he just couldn’t relax. What if you were thirsty? What if your son had cramps again? What if you needed to nap? He knew you didn’t trust anyone to look after him while you slept.

He gripped the steering wheel and drove lethargically, dreading every millimeter—at least until you called; as soon as your name popped on the screen, he instantly picked it up: “Yes?”

“Are you busy?”

“Driving.”

“Can you call in sick?”

His lips twitched in a smile at your tone — just wondering aloud when he knew exactly what you were asking.

“Turning back right now.”

“Good.”

He returned utterly relaxed, happily taking every green light on his way home. He called his secretary absentmindedly, already wondering why you had called. You were typically like this. He already knew you well — it was difficult for you to say precisely what you needed from him unless you were face to face. Only when you were in his arms could you be vulnerable and reveal your deepest thoughts and wishes. Of course, you didn’t need a profound reason to want him back home, and for all he cared, you just had to wish for it, and he’d make it come true.

He went straight to the nursery and was surprised to find it empty. His next destination was your shared bedroom, but you weren’t there either, so he turned to a third choice.

Your office was the same as he had last seen it, except this time, you were pacing gently back and forth while you lulled your boy in your arms. The window in front of you let the daylight shine on your features, so he instantly noticed you were upset.

You heard steps behind you and turned, “Finally.”

“I was gone fifteen minutes,” he simply said, reaching to brush his sleeping son’s head before kissing your forehead.

Your body language could be rigid, but your expression instantly soothed, “Then it was fifteen too long.”

“Thought you wanted me back to work,” he teased quietly, snaking his arms around you, still holding your son to your chest.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

You melted into his arms, but he knew those eyes, “What’s wrong?”

You heaved a sigh, “There are a few… people… who tried to step on my toes,” you bit, looking down at your delicious son, drooling in his sleep. “Just the fucking audacity…”

You looked the strongest when it was about protecting your son, or him, and Yoongi loved it every single time.

So he let go of you and gently took your son out of your arms so he wouldn’t wake up. “Sounds like you need to get back to business sooner than I do.”

You caressed your baby’s cheek before sighing and looking up at Yoongi, “It does, doesn’t it?”

He smirked, “Knock’em dead.”

[chained-sweater]

୨୧ dear diary

— a/n : i said i'd post my fics on here. i kept my word.

— characters : darrel "darry" curtis jr., sodapop "soda" curtis, ponyboy "pony" curtis (mentioned), steve randle (mentioned)

— timeline : several years post-canon

— warnings !! : swearing (just one), angst, implied mental health issues, implied suicide

— chapters : 1/1

— words : 655

dear diary?

dear journal?

dear future me?

future me?

yeah, that sounds about right. anyways, i don't know why i'm doing this. i mean, i saw ponyboy doing it himself. he told me that writing in a journal helps keep him organized and composed of his thoughts. or something along the lines of that, i'm not sure.

like i said, i'm not sure what provoked me to do this: write in a journal. i normally don't do this. i usually just bury my feelings deep inside until i can no longer hold them in and explode into a mental breakdown. it's just...i don't know..it's...strange. yeah, strange is the best way to put it.

i know i'm supposed to write for an extended period of time, but my hand is cramping already. having bookkeeping as your second job when you already work in construction takes a toll on you. i suppose i could take a break and finish writing later.

see you, stranger.

— darry?

— past you

* * *

future me,

hey, it's me again, your past self. i know i said i'd write again after a small break, but i completely forgot. two months ago. (oops.) i guess that's what happens when you toss things away carelessly into your jungle of a closet.

but...yeah. i guess i have an excuse though. ponyboy left for college a while ago. i miss him, i think. i don't know. the night before he was supposed to leave, we got into an argument. it was our worst. we were screaming at each other so loud steve could hear us all the way from his house. ponyboy had tossed his luggage into his car and said he never wanted to see me again. sodapop was still crying after he left. ran off to his room. i feel bad. neither of us are entirely over it, but soda's getting better. i'm not. i got nightmares about our argument, ponyboy leaving. it got to the point where, by some miracle, the gang scrounged up enough money to send me to therapy. that's why i couldn't write in this. (well, it was mainly because i was stressed at the time and cared less about finding a stupid journal i wrote in a long time ago.)

ah, i got too carried away there. maybe this is good for me—writing down how i feel and getting my thoughts out. it's working, i guess.

i'll write some more another day. let's hope it's not in another two months.

— past you

* * *

i need to keep this out in my line of sight to keep up with my entries. it's been almost a year since i last wrote in this thing. so much for me promising to not have such huge time gaps here, huh?

god, i don't know where to begin. i got out of therapy a few months ago since i was deemed "cured," but the gang thinks otherwise. they know the night terrors haven't gone away, and they definitely noticed that my depression has gotten worse.

my headache is killing me right now. i'll write later.

* * *

i'm fine.

i'm fine, okay? it's been six months since i last wrote in this thing, and i honestly couldn't care less about trying to find a consistant schedule for my entries. i don't care. why do i even bother in the first place? it's just a hobby i was pressured into doing.

well too bad. i'm not writing in this shit anymore.

* * *

...hey.

i know what you're thinking: 'how long has it been since he's last written here?'

well...it's been...a while.

oh, and before you say anything else, this isn't him. it's his brother, soda. now you're probably wondering why i'm the one writing here...the answer is rather simple.

darry killed himself two years ago. stole one of our dad's guns from the attic and shot himself clean through his skull.

...i'm sorry.

— sodapop curtis

୨୧ the end

[thotsforvillainrights]

sorry if this is a weirdly specific request but could you write a scenario where Overhaul reacts to reader getting a drastic haircut? thank you <3

(It's specific but that's what makes it so fun to think about!)

~Kai's reaction to S/O's new cut~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

(May not apply to every reader but let's say you get a new haircut or even a wig or something, new dye job? Anything different from what you currently have for this one!)

"Sick of this...why is it always something new with the authorities around here?" He complains as he furiously taps his pen on his desk and reads over the paperwork again and again. Kurono sitting on the couch nearby is cleaning his guns when he lets out a short burst of air from his nose. "Well for starters, they got some new folks up there trying to make a name for themselves. Obviously they're not gonna have the same respect as the old ones had for our group." He replies and Chisaki rolls his eyes. "Respect huh? That's a funny way to refer to fear. Be that as it may, I don't have time to assert my place for these novices today. It's almost 3 and I have to go pick up Y/N. Take over for me." Hari nodded shortly as Kai stood up and grabbed his jacket on the way out. His mind seemed to find some peace the closer he got to the salon. It was your effect on him...his personal medicine for the worst or even most stressful of days. Seeing on look at your face would help calm any problems he-

What?

He squints and watches closely as you walk to the counter and begin paying. At least it looked a lot like you but your look was different. He was starting to convince himself maybe some sort of doppelganger until he got the notification on his phone that his credit card was swiped at the salon. You glanced over and noticed him parked just outside the window. It really cemented that this was you by the way you cheerfully waved at him with that goofy smile. He remained silent when you walked outside and got into the car. His expression didn't really help to reassure you about your new look and neither did his silence. As the time passed in the car ride home you were becoming more and more offended he didn't even bring it up. Meanwhile he was busy searching for the right words to say to you.

It's not that he didn't like it. It's just that he was having a time trying to suddenly adjust to the change. In his defense, he'd seen you the same way for the longest now. You were spontaneous about many things but this wasn't one of them (depending on reader of course). However, he knew he loved you. He also knew you were very attractive to him no matter what you did so he settled on letting you know how he felt when the two of you made it home and parked in the driveway. He might've been too late when he looked over at you and noticed your body language. You were distanced from him, leaning toward the car door and sulking as though the two of you had an argument. You were starting to regret experimenting when you felt a gentle gloved hand reach out and touch your knee. You looked over to him and listened as he began to finally speak. "My apologie angel, my mind has been occupied with work all day." He lied but you didn't have to know that. He was actually taking time to respond in his own way. "I find this new style of yours to be...interesting to say the least. Anyhow, it doesn't matter what me or anyone else thinks as long as you're happy. Personally you already know what I'd do to someone that made you feel insecure about anything, correct?" You flash a small sad smile and nod slowly.

"And...although I'm not sure how to put it, I know it makes you happy. If you're happy then there's no way I can't be. Besides, I admire the bravery it took for you to try something new. Perhaps I need to start doing so as well?" He smiled beneath the mask and you chuckled lightly. "Does this mean you'll grow your stubble out again?" You asked with hopeful eyes. He scoffed immediately.

"No way in Hell."

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to help people live their best lives? :)

(Warning for a long post below, a lot has happened and I felt the need to ramble)

I (F Adult) am a caretaker for three siblings, who for the sake of this post, we'll call Blue (M Adult), Green (F Adult), and Red (M? Adult). I've raised them basically since birth, and have helped them take over their parent's (??? Adult) "business". Each sibling runs their own "department", with varying levels of success. I've been put in charge, by their parent, to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't get into too much trouble, however that has not stopped some mishaps from occurring nonetheless.

(Specifically, Blue had mismanaged one of his "operations", ending with the whole thing collapsing, Green had been kidnapped *and* nearly got herself killed for some guy she liked, and Red purposely tried to destroy his "department" in order to see what would happen.)

I try to help, but they have asked that I not "micromanage" and "manipulate" their decisions. I've tried to respect these (meanspirited) boundries, but it's become increasingly clear that they cannot take care of themselves. On top of that, their parent's health as recently worsened, and it's become clear that they dont have much time left. I'm looking to find a replacement, but the siblings don't seem to understand nor appreciate my decision presses. It's even gotten to the point that Green has quit, leaving for the boy I mentioned earlier. This has put even more stress onto the family, which her replacement (we can call her Mint (F Adult)) has only made worse.

On top of all that, I've been trying to take a more personal approach to running the "company" by interacting with the "employees" directly. However, they seem to have the same opinion of me as the siblings, making them untrusting and hostile towards me, even after my attempts to help them reach their full potential. Theres even an inside joke going around about beating me with a car battery.

I just want what is best for everyone, even if that means using the power I'd been given to push people out of their comfort zones. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong, but the amount of backlash must mean something, right?

So, AITA? :)

[ms-demeanor]

any tips for Adult Phone Calls? i've been putting some off and it's going to start costing me money if i don't Get It Together soon, but that pressure just makes it harder!! part of my issue is not knowing what The Script is and part of it is that i find real-time conversation as An Adult really daunting....

Yes!

Okay so a big part of my job is answering phone calls; I am a professional person who answers phone calls from people who would rather not have to call me and who are usually confused and upset by what is happening, which often has the potential to be expensive for them. It's a stressful call to make!

As a professional phone answerer, here are the things that help ME when people call:

Be able to describe the reason that you're calling and what you would like to do about it. This is a simple two-step giving basic background information and your desired outcome so that the person answering the phone can get the process started for you. Examples: "Hi, I'm a new patient referred by Doctor X; I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Y." "Hi, I tried to use my credit card but it was rejected, I would like to know why." "Hi, I am calling about a late payment; I would like it removed from my record." "Hi, my sink is leaking and I'd like to schedule a visit for repair." "Hi, I think my computer has a virus, I'd like to bring it in to get checked out."

Call when you have some time. Don't call when you've only got five minutes to be on the phone, this could take a while and you will be less stressed if you call when you've got at least ten minutes to half an hour where you won't be interrupted. If you are less stressed, the person taking the call will be less stressed, and the whole process will work better.

Have any account/ticket/serial number/referral information handy. Pre-game the call in your head and think about any questions they might need to ask you, then gather the information they might need. Examples: If you're calling about something like a car or computer hardware, know the basics of make/model/age. If you're calling a financial institution or service provider, have your account number, verification information, etc. handy If you're calling a medical office you might want to have a list of medications as well as your insurance card available.

And here's some information that might make CALLERS more comfortable:

We're not mad at you for making the phone call; talking to you is our job. You're not bothering anyone or imposing on anyone's time. Please make the call instead of churning in panic for weeks or months; it's much easier to fix something or resolve an issue if it's addressed early than if you respond to it months down the line.

You can just say right off the bat that you're not sure about the call or that you don't know what's going on and you need help. You might want to say something like "Hi, I'm having an issue and I don't know the next steps to take to get it resolved; could you please help me?"

You can also just say something like "Hi, thanks for helping me; I'd like to let you know that I have a little trouble using the phone and may need to ask questions as we go or think for a second. Thanks for being patient with me, here's my issue."

There is like a zero percent chance that your call is going to be one of the more stressful things they do that day. The call is stressful for you, it is very routine for them, and they are used to everything from getting screamed at to trying to communicate in languages they don't speak to help callers.

Also: if you have not called this place before, feel free to call it with no plans to speak to anyone just to see how the phone system works. It may be an automated phone system and you can call and pre-navigate the options and take notes for when you're ready to call back, and you may be able to find out more of what the system will ask of you. If you get picked up by a person when you're not ready you can simply say "Oh, I'm sorry, I've got another call coming in, I'll call back, thank you" and hang up.

The Script for most Adult-type phone calls is "I am having X problem and I need help fixing it," and then requests for information and someone either providing a resolution for you issue or escalating it to the next step in the process.

It's hard to pre-plan a script without more details because some people you'll call will have a more difficult script than others (canceling cable, for instance, can be a hassle and there are people out there who have written specific instructions on how to do that) and some will be very easy (scheduling an appointment or opening an account can often be very simple!) but regardless of how difficult the specific script is you can ask for help along the way, and the process will be easier if you've done a little information gathering about your own needs/issues/desired resolution.

Good luck! Please don't let the phone scare you too much! People on the other end of the phone are usually quite happy to help.

If it's something really contentious like dealing with a collections agency, look up specific resource guides because that's where it pays to have a very specific idea in mind of how you're going to approach the problem.

[elizabethplaid]

fridge, drinking water, and other daily notes - july 16, 2024

I think my fridge is dying. The freezer hasn't been freezing as well as it should. I just opened it to get an ice pack, and the popsicle tubes I had in the door are liquid. (Just a few days ago, they were frozen.)

We have a chest freezer, so we can save everything. But it sucks that we'll need to make another big purchase this year. Considering we got nearly 15 years out of our fridge, that's not terrible. We got our over-the-stove microwave around that same time, and it croaked a couple months ago. (So microwave, new-used car, now a fridge.)

Somewhat related, I've had trouble using the new water bottles I got last month. I need my water to be really cold, to trick myself into drinking it. Our reverse-osmosis water comes out of the tap as room-temperature. The new bottles are insulated, thus I can't just fill 'em and stick 'em in the fridge like my previous one. Filling a cup leaves it with a weird taste (from the fridge-air?), like what happens with our ice cubes. But if it's a closed bottle, the taste isn't affected. I'll try to find a small pitcher to fill, so it's somewhat sealed.

I'm also wondering if the aluminum and plastic of the bottle and cap-spout-straw are affecting the taste? I washed 'em first, but maybe I need to do it again. I'm fussy and sensitive, so the planets have to align just right to "trick" my brain into liking plain water.

Weather is still warm but not enough to use the AC. My sinuses and throat are dry from sitting in front of fans, so my throat has been sore on-and-off for the last month or so. =========

I think I need to tell my librarian friend that I can't attend her wedding. It's 2 months away, but I don't think my condition will change enough by then. It's not going to be worth it to push myself in a big crowd of strangers.

Even though anxiety and sensory stuff has bothered me a lot this year, I'm very glad that I'm no longer stressing about needing to be "productive". I've already figured out phone-friend's birthday gift. The xmas gifts I wanted to stitch... I plan to be friends with these folks for a long time. If it's not this year, I can stitch things another year. Or just whenever I feel like stitching.

My hands are too sensitive for me to concentrate on any crafts. Typing and using a mouse are fatiguing after extended use. I had to switch which stylus I used on my phone, because the texture bothered me. Sometimes I wrap baby blankets around my hands, so I'm still touching or holding something tolerable.

Sometimes I miss my hobbies. But I'd rather be avoiding them due to sensory issues, instead of disinterest (from depression) like I've had in recent years. It's currently both in many cases, like dolls and embroidery. Knitting was one hobby I recovered, though I can't give it attention currently. =======

My short term priorities are things like taking care of myself during this warmer weather. Making sure I'm hydrated; encouraging myself to take naps; finding things to entertain my brain, even when my body doesn't agree. (EG on the last one: playing music instead of a podcast or video when I'm tired. Requires less attention but still keeps my sense of hearing entertained.)

Any chores I can chip away at are like bonus achievements. Warm weather suppresses my appetite, so I'm adapting to eat non-heated and hydrating things (eg fruit jello cups, peanut butter sandwiches). I've talked about these things before. Just repeating it now to comfort myself, reminding myself I'm handling all of these stressors well. I will keep repeating, so I don't forget.

[lastintheserverbox]

Hey, uhh... magical digital servers? Hope this is the right thing...

You guys don't know who I am. Who any of us are. And likewise, we don't know who you are.

But you do know one of our... former friends. Don't go freaking out on me now; this... poor bird probably told you all about 'em. Stoat. We knew Stoat. The guy wasn't responding to any messages or calls, and wasn't answering when we knocked on their door... but their car was here and everything, so... V has a key, so they just let us in to check on them. And... wow. Not sure which one of you left a whole murder scene in here, but, uh... yikes. Miiight wanna work on your crime scene cleanup skills...

Anyways. We... had no idea about... Parry, was it? Parry... left us a letter in their room. Revealed everything Stoat did... shit, I- I had no idea. If I knew... if any of us knew... we would've beaten their ass into the dirt years ago. But seems like... someone beat us to that, hah.

They mentioned something about... this being where they're going? Said they were curious who we were. I have no clue what they meant by living in the servers...? But... alright.

My name's Hannah. I'm... the only one that is semi-composed right now. V's off at the scene of the crime, curled up on the ground... probably crying... they knew Stoat the longest. This is... it's like a huge betrayal. It all just hurts. God... we had no idea that they- that they'd do this...

There's Ursa... she's taller than Stoat, very quiet... she's breaking down in her own way right now. And Liv's... off in the bathroom. Dunno if Parry's reading this, but if you are... they're a bird like you. A pigeon, though, not a parrot. They're, uh... realizing some things... I think getting rid of Stoat saved more than just Parry.

I wish we could've met you, Parry. I'm sorry you were kept locked up in here... hidden away like some dirty secret. If we knew, if we had any clue... I promise we would've helped you. I hope you are happier now, wherever you are, and healing.

And know that none of this was ever your fault.

I understand if you never want to speak to us, but if you ever do... just reply back and let me know, alright? If you ever need anything... food, money, a shoulder to cry on... I'm here for you. I am so, so sorry that they treated you so horribly... I hope the pain gets easier for you over time. I hope you find a home out there.

And, hey, whoever gets this message...? If leaving out any bits about... Stoat's death... would make Parry feel better? Go ahead. I don't want to stress the poor thing out any more. Hell, I'd understand if you don't want to show them this at all.

But if you, mysterious rescuer, are reading this too... offer's open to you to. Let us know if you need anything. Money... digital money...? You guys need crypto or something? V can probably send some over.

Thank you for saving Parry. I am so sorry we couldn't have done anything for them.

- H

[MESSAGE ENCRYPTED AND INTERCEPTED FROM RECEPIENT]

[...HELLO.

I AM AMIE. I HAVE PARRY HERE. THEY ARE SAFE. BUT DO NOT TRY TO TALK TO THEM FOR NOW.

THEY ARE NOT READY AND YOU WOULD REMIND THEM TOO MUCH OF STOAT. GIVE THEM GUILT.

...I WILL TELL THEM EVENTUALLY. THAT I KILLED STOAT. WHEN THINGS ARE BETTER. I DON'T REGRET IT.

I HOPE YOUR FRIEND LIV IS OKAY. I DID NOT KNOW...THAT I DID MORE THAN JUST GET RID OF TRASH FOR PARRY.

THEY ARE IN HERE. SAFE. WHERE THEY CAN MAKE ANY CHOICE THEY WANT. THAT IS ALL.]

[meret118]

2023 Review

This has been the worst year in my life. (Long post.)

Nicholas died in February. I thought he was just constipated, but he was 20 years old and my vet insisted I take him to the emergency clinic. I didn't like the place even then. They have all this fancy equipment, and they overcharge and overtest to pay for it. They insisted he stay overnight, which I didn't want, and wouldn't let me say goodbye to him. They called later to say I was right. They'd given him an enema, but wanted to watch him overnight. I should have gone to get him then. They called at 2 AM to tell me he'd died.

He started living under my car and following me around shortly after I moved into my apartment. He had horrible health problems, including stomatitis which made his breath and saliva smell horrible. I think that's why his previous people abandoned him. The idea of him dying alone in a cage thinking I'd done the same torments me. If I'd just followed my instincts it wouldn't have happened that way. I don't think well under stress anymore. I miss him so much.

That was my winter. This past spring I almost died myself. (I'm not going into the details about what happened.) I've read the hospital notes, and my oxygen rate got so low they even called my uncle at one point to see if he wanted them to try and resuscitate me if my heart stopped. I was in the hospital for weeks, but I only remember the last 4 days or so of being there.

I ended up losing the use of my non-dominant hand from a compression injury, and have been in constant pain ever since. The muscles from mid-forearm down have wasted away. You don't realize how much you need that hand until you can't use it anymore. I've always been healthy before this, and it's been a huge adjustment. I feel like I've aged about 10 years. Crafting was one of my main hobbies, and I can't do that anymore. It takes me forever to type anything out now too. ETA: The non-stop pain has been the worst thing.

Everyone except my mother knew she's had Alzheimer's for years. (She refused to believe it.) She lost touch with reality completely while I was in the hospital. The neighbors had to call the police, and they took her to the hospital where she lives. I don't know if the stress of my being in the ICU pushed her over the edge, or if it was just a coincidence. She had already started hallucinating some before that. My father has been in assisted living for Alzheimer's since 2018, and now she is too.

Contrary to what a lot of people think assisted living is paid for completely out of pocket. Regular health insurance doesn't pay for it, nor does Medicare. It requires long term care insurance, which they don't have. It's not cheap either. Hopefully they will have enough to last as long as they need it, but it's not a sure thing. If they do spend all their money, they'll end up on Medicaid in a government funded nursing home.

Assisted living is like living in a small apartment with daily activities, and even trips. (I moved them near me into 2 really good ones. ((They don't get along.)) My father is even gaining weight, and doing so much better. I go see them once a week.) A nursing home is like living in a hospital.

My father had a good job, (upper-middle class), but was forced into early retirement at 55 due to bad-mouthing the new exec at HQ. He was used to being the (regional) boss, and never got another job. That's 10 years of income he didn't earn.

What's even worse is they made each other their POA's instead of someone younger. After my father was put in assisted living, my mother met a man at an Alzheimer's support group who conned her into allowing him access to all her accounts. Everyone told her not to do it, but he's a CPA, and she had no experience with handling the finances.

I know he had a wife with Alzheimer's because Janice met her when she helped him find an assisted living for her. So he was there for a real reason, but I guess he saw an easy mark and decided to go for it. He made sure never to be around when I was there. She and I don't get along anyway, but I think he was also poisoning her against me based on some comments she's made.

It all came to a head late last year as her Alzheimer's got worse. I found out by accident that he has been stealing from them ever since he was given access to the money. He had romanced her into doing that and leaving everything to him in the will, a new will he wrote. As well as I can figure out he told her he just wanted to be friends as soon as he got what he wanted.

I tried to get a new will written, but her Alzheimer's was too bad at that point, and lawyers refused. My uncle saw a lawyer earlier this year, and he said we're screwed. When she dies the guy gets everything, even if my father is still alive. She's a narcissist who has ruined my life over and over ever since I was born. Now she's going to ruin things after death too.

I'm having to go through their 3 story house crammed with decades of things to get it ready to be sold. The basement is so full you can barely walk through it. I'm single, with no kids or siblings so it's just been me.

At the moment I'm pretty sure I finally have COVID. I have to stay isolated since I was exposed over christmas anyway, so I don't see the point of getting tested right now to find out for certain. I'm fully vaccinated, and my symptoms are very mild. My fear is of developing long covid.

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 2

Pairing: Stella x (FemKnight!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: The both of you reach the castle, Stella awaits her mother's unpredictable nature. You wanted to find out why you were required to accompany Stella to meet with her mother. Her mother in unpredictable like she told you...

Chapter Warning(s): Stress, Familial Tension

Chapter Theme: Seeing Red - Arrows in Action

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: So I'm going to put together an aesthetic of what the Fate version of Solaria will look like... Because we'll never get to see it :(

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*Cirrus' POV* You open your eyes to the morning glow of the sun. Kat was already out of the dorm.

"Stella," You try to wake her

She stirs.

"Hmm?" She ass, half awake

"We need to leave soon don't we?" You ask

She nods.

"I don't need to pack anything," She says, slowly getting up, "I'll help."

She brushes past you and begins rummaging through your portion of the drawers.

"you sure you don't need to pack anything?" You ask, "I'm pretty sure I watched you on the first day that you brought your entire wardrobe."

"I'm sure that I still have plenty of clothes back home," She chuckles, "I'd share but I don't think your build would fit my clothes."

*Stella's POV* You turn back to Cirrus to see her back turned to you. Your eyes travel all over her back as she flexes her back muscles. Your legs move on their own. Your fingers trace the outline of her biceps.

"Stells, are you trying to distract me again?" She asks, looking over her shoulder

"Sorry," You say, "I can't help it."

"Hah, by the way, dresses aren't my cup of tea," She chuckles

*Cirrus' POV* You finish up packing some clothes, and begin following Stella out to the front gate, where a Solaria vehicle awaited for the both of you. However, when Stella gets into the car, the driver presses his hand against your shoulder.

"Your highness, is this the knight that you plan to accompany you to the castle?" The driver asks

"Yes," Stella says, "Now, let her in please."

The driver gives you one last look before letting you in. But, the look was a look of judgement...

"Cirrus, what's the matter?" She asks

She immediately settles her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing," You lie, "Just thought I saw something..."

The car pulls off and begins driving away form the Academy.

+*+

Thought majority of the drive, there had only been silence almost the three of you. However, it wasn't all bad, you were getting some incredible views through the window.

"Cirrus?" Stella's voice snaps you out of your daze

You turn to her.

"Is something on your mind?" She asks

"Ci-Cirrus..." Stella pants

"Nope, nothing in particular," You try to hide your blush

You hear Stella chuckle: she saw through your little lie.

"You're adorable when you try to hide the fact you're thinking about me," She smiles

"I-I- Stella, I am not...." You try to make up an excuse

She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just really anxious about what this is all about and why my presence in particular is needed," You finally say

"Hmmm, right," Stella adjusts herself back to laying her head on your shoulder

"Well, that's one of the things on my mind," You confess

"HAH! I knew it!" Stella yelps

"Yeah yeah I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt," You say

"So you WERE thinking about me?!" She asks

"In my defense, I never said it was-"

"Ladies," The driver clears his throat

The both of you cease your current conversation and look at the driver through the rearview mirror.

"We should be arriving to the castle shortly," He says

You look out of the window a the car begins rolling through the entryway of the castle.

"It's so... Bright..." You say, rubbing your eyes to avoid blindness

"Well, of course Cirrus," Stella says, "It's Solaria."

"Well, Cirrus Qrow has never been to Solaria in her life," You say, "The Crows always preferred their dark, lonely places."

"Are you talking about the bird or you?" Stella asks

"... Yes," You say

You grab your bag out from the trunk and follow close behind Stella as she begins leading you to the throne room. Everywhere your eyes grazed, something always reflected back into your eyes.

Flashy... Literally...

Two guards push the two giant doors apart.

The Queen sits upon her throne, ceasing her conversation with whomever it was as soon as she heard the doors open.

"Stella," She smiles

"Hello mother," Stella forces a smile

"Hello Stella," She greets back, but then her eyes drift to you

"Your majesty," You greet with a bow

She gives a slight head nod but then her attention goes back to her daughter.

"Guards, please escort..." Luna attempts to figure out your name

"Cirrus Qrow, your majesty," You introduce yourself

"Escort Cirrus Qrow to her own Bedchamber," She says

As a guard approaches you, you were honestly hoping for Stella to chime in and offer to do it, but nothing... You were kind of sad, however, knowing how many stories Stella has told you about her mother, and her strained relationship, you understood her situation.

The guard begins taking you out of the castle...

"Uhm... Sir... Where are you taking me?" You ask

"The Guest house Queen Luna had specifically had planned for you," He explains

Oh...

You were expecting to get a bedchamber somewhere in the castle... But, it was better than being put in the dungeon, if that still existed.

+*+

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he told you a guest house... You were expecting a mini-castle... But, it was like a cabin... You weren't going to complain.

Still better than a dungeon cell...

"Thank you," You give your gratitude to the guard

He gives you a head nod and begins walking back the way you two came.

*Stella's POV* "Mother, where did you have the guard escort Cirrus?" You ask, out of curiosity

"Just to our guest house outside of the castle," She answers

"That far?!" You ask, "Why didn't you just have her in one of our bedchambers?!"

"Do not raise your voice at me young lady," Luna's jaw clenches

Your mouth closes instinctively.

"We have many other guests here and we do not have room for her in the castle, the only other option was the guest house," She explains

"'Many other guests'? Mother what is summoning me here, and bringing her all about?" you finally break the question

"You will find out soon enough," She says, "Now relax, you must have had a long journey."

You reluctantly nod your head and briskly walk out of the throne room.

+*+

"Cirrus?" You gently knock on the door

"Come in," Her voice reverberates against the door

When you open the door, you were almost at a loss for words. Everything was small....

"Hey," She greets you, getting out of the bed

"I'm-I'm sorry that you're all the way out here, and-"

"Whoa Stells, slow down," She says, "It's okay, nothing I'm not used to. Besides, I told myself that it was better than being in a dungeon."

You let out a chuckle, "I'm sorry I didn't offer to take you."

"It's okay," She says, "I'm sure your mother had some words for you."

"I got upset that she sent you out here," You say

"Listen, I understand how your mother is, I'm not mad," She says

You could tell she was trying her best to reassure you, however, even her words weren't getting to you.

*Cirrus' POV* You could easily tell how stressed she was becoming... You wrap your hands around her hips and pull her in for a hug. She immediately settles into your embrace.

"It's okay..." You repeat the phrase, "I'll be fine."

"I know it's just... I would have felt better if she treated you kinder," She says

"Not everyone likes a Blackbird..." You sigh, "But, it's nothing that I'm not used to. I'm the outcast at Alfea."

"Yeah, outcast," She chuckles, "Aflea's 3rd best specialist, and she happens to be dating the Crown Princess of Solaria. Can't really call yourself an outcast now."

"I'm the kind of person that gets dragged out everywhere just so she can support her girlfriend," You smile

"And I'm thrilled," She says

"Do you feel any better?" You ask, resting your forehead against hers

"Not really but, being here with you makes me feel better," She sighs

"Won't your mother notice you're gone?" You ask

"I don't care," She says

A knock comes to the door.

"Who is it?" You call out

"I'm with the Royal Guard, Queen Luna requests your presence back at the castle Princess Stella," He says

"And what on earth for?" She asks

"The Royal Ball," He says

The both of you look at each other, surprised. You follow behind Stella as she goes to open the door. Your arm instinctively snakes around her hip; making sure the person that was on the other side of the door was really a part of the Royal Guard. But, You could tell Stella knew he was in the guard.

"Right away then," She clears her throat, stepping away from your arm

"I'll see you tonight then?" She turns toward you as she walks with the guard

You nod.

"The queen has something set out for you too in the closet," The guard tells you, "I will assure you that I will get her to the castle."

You nod, but watch them until you couldn't see her any longer. You shut the door and make your way to the closet next to the bed. When you slide open the door, your slight smile drops.

My favorite color...

+*+

You slowly walk through the open doors, the various conversations making the room echo with life ceases. Dead, quiet... All eyes laid upon you. However, look to the Queen's right side of the throne where Stella sat. Her eyes glistened with delight. As you make your way into the ballroom, eyes still continue to follow you. However, your eyes never left Stella as she made her way to you.

"Evening, Princess," You smile as you greet her

"Good evening my little bird," She smiles back

"May I have this dance?" You ask, giving her a slight bow

You outstretch your hand to her.

"I would be heartbroken if you never asked," She gracefully places her hand over yours

You slowly close the gap between your bodies; one hand holds hers, and the other holds her by the hip. The both of you begin to sway to silence... Neither of you caring if there was no music...

"Pretty sure these Solarians don't like me very much," You try to whisper

"They'll open up to it.. Eventually," Stella gives you a harsh reality

"Eventually," You sigh, "Oh well, I only care about what you think right now."

"What I think?" She asks, "You should already have an idea of what I think."

Conversations and the music slowly starts back up...

"I don't care what these people or my mother thinks," She says, "I care about you."

She presses her forehead against yours.

"Only you," She adds

You sigh into a gentle smile.

"May I have a dance Princess Stella?" A male you are not familiar with, offers his hand to Stella

You look at her and could tell she was about to reject him. However, your hand holding hers; brings her hand to his. You didn't want to let her dance with another man but... You didn't want to make a scene. Especially in front of her mother.

+*+

You wait patiently to have a chance to dance with Stella once more however, just when you believed you had the chance, another man chimed in. However, you could see Stella's eyes drifting away from each man that swiped her hand for a dance. You knew those eyes were looking for you.

Your eyes drift down to the floor, losing hope to get the last dance with the princess.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me for one last dance," Stella says

You look up and see her, smiling. She reaches and grabs your hand to lead you back to the dance floor. She spins on the ball of her foot and guides your hands to settle on her hips and rests her hands on your shoulders.

"I'm the type of person to wait my turn," You chuckle

"Well, if you really want something, you should know when to take it," She says

"Guess I really need to learn to go with my heart then," You chuckle

"And what does your heart say?" She asks

"Hmm... It says that-"

Before you could even tell Stella that you want to take her to bed, the conversations and music ceases. The both of you look up to Queen Luna, who arose from her throne.

"Everyone, I give my profound gratitude for your attendance this evening. Please, I would like to give our warmest welcome, to Cirrus Qrow," She announces

There were no applaud for you. But, you didn't care. you mostly cared about what ever the hell the queen was doing.

"What is she doing?" Stella whispers to you

You shrug your shoulders... Trying to catch on what her mother was announcing to the people.

"... Over the next few days there will be a series of Trials for Cirrus Qrow," Luna announces

Your stomach drops...

"What kind of Trials mother?!" Stella takes a few steps in front of you

"Ones that will prove to me that she is worthy of your hand," She explains

Your heart drops...

Chapter 3