#Love You Mom Heart Pendant With Cross

[kellyis4jc]

Love You Mom, Heart Pendant with Cross!!!

We need to celebrate our mothers on Mother's Day. We can do this by giving them the "Love You Mom, Heart Pendant with Cross" necklace. By doing this, you are showing her just how much you love her. Allow your Mom to be appreciated on Mother's Day!!!

On May 12, 2024, Mother’s Day will be celebrated. We need to embrace and love our mothers because they raised us up to pursue the calling of God on our lives. To appreciate our mothers’, we can give the “Love You Mom, Heart Pendant with Cross” necklace. By doing this our mothers can be greatly appreciated for the values and morals they instilled in us. By celebrating your mother on this very…

[heavenlytouches]

Can I request Edward's mate adopting a little baby boy? She knew the mother who passed in childbirth and didn't have any family. I could see the ladies of the Cullen clan just jumping into Grammy/auntie mode. 😍😭 Please and thank you!!!

Hello dear! Thank you so so much for a request! Also I apologise for not being active, college will kill me sooner or later TwT but let's get writing ^^

El <3

Edward Cullen- baby fever

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

Edward's mate adopts a baby

MOTHER! reader

Edward Cullen

You had always thought that love took on many forms, but nothing prepared you for the tidal wave of emotion when you cradled the tiny bundle in your arms.

The sweet little boy, barely a year old, was soft and warm, his small fingers curling around yours. The moment you spotted him at the adoption agency, tears of joy had filled your eyes. Perhaps it was fate that had led you to this child- one born of heartbreak, yet bestowed upon you as a radiant possibility for love.

When you informed Edward of your decision to adopt, his golden eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Edward Cullen, the gentle vampire, had always shared his heart with you, and in that warm kitchen under the soft glow of the pendant light, he enveloped you in his embrace.

“You’re going to be the best momma.”

He whispered, his voice a melodious sound that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. How could you not fall deeper in love with him in that moment?

As you settled into the rhythm of motherhood, it became evident that you weren’t the only one enchanted by the baby’s presence. Alice, Rosalie, and Esme, the beautiful members of the Cullen clan, transformed into the most loving aunties one could possibly imagine. It was a surreal sight, witnessing the three graceful vampires practically bounce with delight as they shared their excitement over the newest addition to the family.

“Can we pick a name? I want to help!”

Alice chirped one afternoon, her eyes sparkling like sunlit diamonds. Her childish enthusiasm added a sprinkle of magic to the cushiony living room filled with laughter and warmth.

You smiled at her.

“I was thinking about calling him Jacob. It was his mother’s father’s name.”

You could see a fleeting shadow cross Edward’s face, but as ever, he quickly masked it with a tender smile.

Alice squealed.

“I love it! Jacob, little Jake! So cute!”

She began bouncing around the room, her excitement infectious, and before you knew it, she was pulling you along to the grand piano in the corner, attempting to come up with a sweet melody to welcome the baby officially.

Rosalie had an uncanny ability to go all-in on anything related to kids, despite her elegance. She grinned ear to ear as she conjured up images of little Jake and her in a garden of flowers, where she would play princess with him.

“Oh, I can’t wait to make you a little prince for all those tea parties, Jake! You will love pink lemonade!”

Rosalie declared, her soft laughter echoing off the walls.

Esme, the nurturing matriarch, offered you a warm cup of tea while knitting a tiny blue sweater for Jacob.

“You know, dear,”

She said, her voice soft and kind,

“being a mom is about finding the beauty in every little moment. Cherish every giggle, every tear. You’ll be incredible- just like Edward.”

You turned to Edward, who was sitting on the couch, watching the lively scene unfold around you with that tender smile you adored. He was so sweet, so patient, sometimes you almost forgot he could do more than love; he could express his love in countless ways.

The way he looked at you, love shining in his eyes, reassured you that Jacob would grow up in the warmest environment, surrounded by family.

That evening, with twilight wrapping the Forks sky in hues of blue and gray, you found yourself nestling on the couch, Jacob asleep on your lap, tiny breaths making you feel inexplicably whole. Edward perched beside you, radiating calm in the way only he could.

“Can you believe how much they all love him already?”

You whispered, running your fingers along Jacob’s soft hair.

Edward chuckled softly, his tone filled with a sweetness that made your heart swell.

“It’s hard not to love him. He’s part of us now. A little bundle of joy- and he brings out the best in everyone. Even Rosalie and Alice.”

You both shared a laugh, each recalling the beautiful chaos earlier, with Alice orchestrating a mini tea party while Rosalie insisted that they had to have princess crowns fairy lights and all.

“Let’s not forget Esme trying to convince me about baby food recipes,”

You countered, grinning at the memory.

Edward leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“It was charming watching them all jump into granny and auntie mode. It’s like they’ve been waiting to spoil him their whole lives.”

You sighed contentedly, comfortably wrapped in the warmth of family, in Edward’s affection, and in the profound joy that Jacob had brought into your lives.

As the moonlight spilled into the room, creating a gossamer glow, Edward turned to you, his expression earnest.

“You know, there’s something magical about this. Bringing Jacob into our lives, it’s not just parenting; it’s creating a story together. A beautiful tapestry interwoven with love.”

You looked deeply into his golden eyes, feeling every pulse of love between you two.

“And I couldn’t imagine sharing this journey with anyone but you,”

You replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

Just then, Jacob stirred in his sleep, lifting one tiny hand toward Edward, who instinctively caught it in his fingers. The irony was not lost on you; a vampire, capable of extraordinary things, captivated by the simplest yet most profound gestures.

In that moment, you knew- love had taken root in the most unexpected places, and together, your little family was bound to grow, not just in number but in an unbreakable bond. No matter the challenges, you would face them together, and every heartbeat, every giggle from your son would echo through the years as a reminder of the purest form of love you had created.

As the night stretched on, you felt something extraordinary- love brimming in your heart, like soft laughter floating through the twilight air, uniting Edward, Jacob, and you in a world that felt just right.

I'm so so sorry but I had to name him Jacob xD

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[lostreverb]

things never change (pt. 2)

(post-prison!warren lipka x fem!reader) in where you cross paths with an old friend

content: angst, some fluff? maybe?

a/n: this was really fun to write in the most awful way my heart is sobbing. but i've always wanted to write a post-prison!warren fic so.. yay?

part 2 requested by @tracysent!

(here's part 1 if you haven't read)

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when warren had left your unconscious body on the couch he returned to ghosting you. you thought you'd never see him again, until about a year later when your mom called you and told you to put on the news. "4 college students arrested for attempted robbery at transylvania university" was the headline. the story dominated local channels for weeks.

ultimately, your father never pressed charges against warren for stealing his painting. the monet remained exactly where it had been, still the centerpiece of the room—though now sporting a few dings and dents on the frame. nothing you couldn't replace without him noticing.

when your father heard the news, he practically jumped for joy.

"i told you that boy was nothing but trouble!" he exclaimed, his hands planted firmly on his hips as the screen showed four figures in orange jumpsuits walking out of the courthouse. "i'm glad he got out of your life when he did. couldn't imagine what it would've been like if, god forbid, he had gotten you wrapped up in something like this."

warren had already broken your heart twice. this time, he completely shattered your sense of self. did he ever care about you? had he only gotten close because you were well-off? or was it that the painting on the wall, the dream of quick riches, was just so much more enticing and valuable to him than you were?

you had talked to him about it before... dreams. warren fantasized about a life, outside of kentucky, maybe starting on a yacht in the bahamas and then traveling the world. it seemed so outlandish from the empty parking lot you were sharing a joint in, but you admired his ambition. to think you would've followed that idiot anywhere he went. hell and back. anything he would do, anything he went through, you would've been by his side. but now the reality was clear: your relationship was a one-way street that went miles on.

even though that night he had told you that he missed you, that he loved you while you lay underneath him. it was all just a mental diversion. a way to keep you docile while he served the only person he loved: himself.

it took years to put yourself back together, to trust again, to believe that someone could love you without an ulterior motive.

then that near decade of work— therapy, long conversations with friends, countless nights of self-reflection— was put to the test in one moment.

"..y/n?"

you looked up from your laptop, startled. there, standing before you in a philadelphia café, was none other than warren lipka. his long hair, once wild and untamed, was now brushed back, though a few loose waves still escaped from behind his ears, giving him that same effortlessly disheveled look you had once found so endearing. he had grown a short beard, the kind that hinted at maturity but still carried a touch of the boyish charm you remembered. despite the years that had passed, his face was almost exactly as you remembered—those sharp, familiar features that had once been the center of your world.

especially that damn smile of his.

"mind if i sit?"

you nodded, motioning to the chair across from you. part of you wondered if you were hallucinating. after all, with work, you hadn't been getting much sleep lately.

"i almost didn't come over, you know—didn't think it was you," he admitted, taking a seat. "but you know what tipped me off? that necklace."

you looked down at the delicate silver necklace, the one your grandmother had given you on your 16th birthday. the pendant, a small locket engraved with intricate floral designs, had once been her most cherished possession. when she placed it around your neck, she had told you stories of her youth, of love lost and found, of the strength she had needed to build a life on her own. she had smiled at you, her eyes filled with pride and warmth, and said, "this is yours now. a reminder that you're never truly alone, no matter where life takes you."

after she passed, the necklace became more than just a piece of jewelry. it was a tangible connection to her, to her wisdom and her love, something that kept you grounded when the world felt too overwhelming. you took a vow to never take it off for any reason, except to clean it. to you, it was as much a part of you as your own heartbeat.

you had shared this with warren one night, during one of your midnight dates. about your grandmother, about the promise you’d made to yourself regarding the necklace. it wasn’t a story you shared with many people, and when you spoke, you did so almost absentmindedly, not expecting him to truly listen. but he did.

"when did you…?" you started to ask, unsure how to finish. no one had told you warren had been released.

"almost three years ago," he replied, looking down at the table. "did seven years and some change."

"wow…" the word slipped out before you could stop it. warren, who had valued his youth so much and feared wasting his life away, had lost the entirety of his 20's just like that. the fact that he had come out on the other side seemingly unscathed was astounding.

as the conversation continued, you found yourself slipping back into an easy rhythm with warren, the years of distance and pain seeming to fade with each exchange. he told you about how he had decided to go back to school for filmmaking. it was a surprise, but also somehow made perfect sense. warren had always been drawn to storytelling, whether it was through his wild, grandiose dreams of the future or the way he could captivate an entire room with a well-spun tale.

“it’s funny,” he said, leaning back in his chair, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up his eyes. “after everything, i realized i wanted to create something that actually mattered. something that could make people feel, you know? i guess sitting in a cell for years gives you a lot of time to think about what you really want to do with your life.”

you nodded, genuinely impressed by his determination. “filmmaking suits you, warren. i can see you doing great things with it.”

“thanks, it’s been a journey, but i’m excited to see where it leads.”

when the conversation shifted to your career, warren listened intently as you shared how you had built a successful career in business consulting. you explained how you had worked your way up, navigating the corporate world with determination and a relentless drive to succeed. you spoke of the challenges you faced, the late nights, the difficult decisions, and the satisfaction of seeing your efforts pay off. it wasn't quite what you imagined for yourself all those years ago but you were happy with what you had.

“yeah, i could tell you were a big shot,” warren grinned. “there was never a doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t be.”

“thanks…” you replied, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

there was a brief pause, and you noticed warren’s expression shift to an almost hesitant look. he leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“can i say something?” he asked, his voice softening with a sincerity that was almost disarming. “might be crossing a line, but i have to say it… you look just as fucking beautiful as the last time i saw you.”

the world stood still, frozen, as you processed his words. you felt your breath catch, your pulse quicken as you searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was a raw honesty that left you momentarily speechless.

“warren…” the way he was looking at you, as if no time had passed at all, threw you for a loop.

"i know, i know," he chuckled, looking down as he fiddled with a sugar packet. "don't want to get myself in trouble with your husband—or wife… whatever…"

"i'm… actually single…"

warren stopped fiddling with the sugar packet and looked up at you, his gaze steady. he didn't move his head, just stared at you for a long moment before shifting in his chair, his eyes drifting off to the young couple seated nearby. you had noticed them too when you first walked in.

"make sense kinda... you're genuinely too good for anybody, anyway. deserve way better than what most people have to offer.."

a heavy silence settled between you and the sounds of the bustling café faded into the background, except for the laughter of the couple nearby. their easy, carefree joy was a stark contrast to the weight of the moment you were sharing with warren. each second of silence felt like an eternity, amplifying the pain and confusion swirling inside you.

finally, warren broke the silence. "i’m sorry—and i know that when i say that word, you have no reason to believe me—but i am. it haunts me, the things i've done… leaving you there…" you could see the struggle in his eyes, the guilt that had clearly been gnawing at him for years.

you wanted to brush it off, to protect yourself from the flood of emotions that his words were stirring up. "that was 10 years ago," you replied quickly. "no need to bring it up."

warren shook his head, not ready to let it go. "i just wanted you to know that i loved you...i tried to convince myself that i didn’t… that what we had wasn’t real. i hadn’t even planned on seeing you again until i got desperate for cash and wanted to skip town. my biggest mistake was leaving your bed that night."

his words hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over the walls you had so carefully built around your heart. tears began welling up in your eyes, the sting of emotions you thought you had buried long ago. you turned your head, looking away, desperately trying to compose yourself, to regain the control that was slipping through your fingers.

but then, warren's hands gently clasped around yours. the warmth of his touch was both familiar and jarring, sending a shiver through you. you had thought you were over this—over him. you had convinced yourself that seeing him again would be nothing more than a footnote in your life, a chance to hear him out and move on, finally closing that chapter for good.

but all those preparations, all the mental rehearsals of how you would remain composed, indifferent even, had crumbled the moment he smiled at you. that damn smile, the one that had always been able to disarm you, to make you forget all the reasons you should be guarded.

as he held your hands, you could feel the sincerity in his grip, the way his fingers tightened slightly, as if he was afraid to let go, afraid that you might slip away again. the flood of memories, the good and the bad, rushed back, and the tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free. you blinked rapidly, trying to push them back. you didn’t want him to see you like this, to know just how much he still affected you.

warren’s gaze softened as he watched you, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “but i need you to know that i never stopped thinking about you. even when i tried to convince myself that it was over, that we were done… i couldn’t let go. i still can’t.”

part of you wanted to pull away. but another part, the part that had loved him so fiercely all those years ago, wanted to hold on, to see if maybe, just maybe, there was still something left to salvage.

"i don't know if i can do this again... i- i hear you... i believe you it's just-"

“i understand,” he said quietly. “and i don’t expect you to just forgive me, or even give me a second chance. i’ve made too many mistakes for that. but… i want to try. i want to make things right. even if that means starting over, from scratch, just as friends.”

“friends,” you repeated, testing the word on your tongue. it felt strange, almost foreign, to think of warren as anything other than the boy who had broken your heart. but maybe, just maybe, this could be a new beginning—a way to heal, to move forward without being shackled by the past. "i'd like that"

"me too."

[princessbrunette]

Heyyyythis one is pretty bad and you can totally ignore this no pressure<3

But imagine season 2 Rafe meeting Carla Lambreys daughter, she’s been sheltered all her life so she’s so kind and innocent, showing up in her cute little skirts to obx accompanying her mom to look for the cross he’s instantly obsessed

omfg i love this idea, especially as it works for biological or adopted daughter. tw: reader is a devout christian and rafes a tiny bit of a silly guy about it

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

limbreys kept you locked away with her for your whole life, for as long as you remember you’ve been by her side— helping her as her health declines. instead of partying and socialising like the other people your age you were bound to her side, her sweet but very much unappreciated angel.

rafe almost laughs the first time he sees you because you’re just a walking contradiction— skirt definitely shorter than where your fingertips hang and yet a big cross hanging from your neck and a holier than thou attitude. you’re quiet, only speaking when spoken to and try your best to stay out of the way, only really there to help your mother as she stumbles about weakly.

and you address him with so much respect it makes his dick jump in his pants— approaching him so shyly at tannyhill when limbrey is tearing off wallpaper from the island room. “excuse me, sir?” you tap his shoulder and he turns around, lip tugging upwards at ‘sir’, trying to hold back the smirk.

“yes?”

“do you think you could point me towards the kitchen? my mother needs water to take her meds with.”

he blinks, tongue in cheek as he stares over your head at your mother and her brother, before turning back to you. “why don’t you follow me?” he guides you by the lower back, walking with you to the kitchen.

he uses the time to slowly corner you in the kitchen, asking questions about you and your devotion for his own amusement, entertained by the fact you truly believe the shroud will save your mother.

“you really believe that?” he drawls, lips pulling up lazily as he stares you down. you nod, attempting to do so with pride but the way he was looking at you made you feel silly.

“i do.”

he slowly reaches out, taking the cross necklace between his fingers, running them along the chain down to the pendant. you shiver at the feeling of his fingers brushing your chest— never having been in such close contact with a boy before.

“n’did jesus tell you that, hm?” he teases, which even you can recognise and you gently push his hand away.

“i just know it in my heart.” you politely explain, hoping he doesn’t push any further. he steps back, chuckling and rubbing a hand over his chin.

“oh okay, you know it in your heart.” he repeats, and this time you don’t sense the slight mockery.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[galaxysupreme17]

First Solo Spell

Y/n = Your Name

Agatha Harkness x Daughter!reader!

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of their cozy study, casting warm, golden light across the room. Y/n sat cross-legged on the floor, the pages of her spellbook spread out in front of her. Her pendant, a crescent moon crafted with intricate engravings, glimmered faintly as it caught the sunlight. She wore it daily, and its weight was a constant reminder of her mother’s love. Agatha had made it for her years ago, long before Y/n had understood its importance.

“You’ll always have a piece of me with you,” Agatha had said when she’d given it to Y/n. Y/n had only been a baby at the time, but now, at twelve years old, she knew just how much that small token represented. It wasn’t just a necklace; it was a promise, a shield, a declaration of love.

And now, Y/n wanted to return the gesture.

She glanced over at Agatha, who was settled in her favorite armchair with a book in her lap. Her mom’s dark curls framed her face as she read, her expression a mix of serenity and focus. Y/n’s heart swelled. Agatha had always been her protector, teacher, and biggest supporter. Agatha stood by her side when her magic began to surface, guiding her through every triumph and misstep.

Now, Y/n wanted to do something for her mom. Something to show how much she appreciated everything Agatha had done for her. She wanted to make a pendant for her mom—a protective charm, just like the one Agatha had made for her. She had been practicing in secret for weeks, preparing for this moment.

The pendant she’d chosen was a crescent moon, its surface smooth and polished but bare. It reminded her of her own necklace, but she wanted this one to be unique—something that would feel like a piece of her for her mom to carry.

Her fingers toyed with her own pendant as she reread the spell instructions in the book. It was a complex spell for someone her age, requiring precision and focus, but Y/n was determined.

She took a deep breath, her magic stirring to life as she murmured the incantation. Green and purple energy swirled around her fingertips, a vibrant and beautiful mix that reflected her unique powers. Her magic reached out to the pendant, wrapping around it like a cocoon.

Agatha looked up from her book, her gaze softening as she watched Y/n. She didn’t say anything, not wanting to distract her daughter, but her chest swelled with pride. She could see how much effort Y/n was putting into the spell, and it warmed her heart to witness her daughter’s growth.

But as the spell reached its peak, the magic faltered. The green and purple energy fizzled out, and the pendant dropped to the floor with a dull clink. Y/n groaned in frustration, throwing her hands in the air.

“I can’t do it!” she exclaimed, slumping back against the rug. “It’s too hard!”

Agatha set her book aside and knelt beside Y/n, picking up the pendant. “Sweetheart, you’re trying to force it,” she said gently. “Magic isn’t about pushing as hard as you can. It’s about intention. What are you thinking about when you cast the spell?”

Y/n hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “I just... I want it to protect you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always looking out for me, and I wanted to make something that could do the same for you.”

Agatha’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected that answer, though she should have. Y/n’s heart was as big as her magic, shining through in such moments.

“Well,” Agatha said, her voice warm and encouraging, “that’s a beautiful intention. And it’s exactly the kind of thing magic responds to. Let’s try again. This time, don’t focus on making the spell perfect. Focus on what you want the pendant to do.”

Y/n nodded, her determination returning. She picked up the charm, its calm surface steadying her nerves. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let her thoughts settle on her mom. She thought about Agatha’s warm hugs, reassuring smile, and how she always seemed to know the right thing to say. She thought about all the times Agatha had protected her, taught her, and believed in her.

The spell's words came naturally this time, flowing from her lips like a melody. Her magic responded, swirling around the pendant with a soft hum. Green and purple tendrils of energy wove together, forming delicate patterns on the surface of the crescent moon.

When the spell ended, Y/n opened her eyes to see the pendant glowing faintly before settling into a subtle shimmer. She held it up, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Mom, I think I did it!”

Agatha reached out, her hands cradling the pendant as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Her eyes widened as she took in the intricate designs Y/n’s magic had etched into the surface. It was beautiful—both a reflection of Y/n’s unique magic and a mirror of the necklace she had made for her daughter all those years ago.

“You made this for me?” Agatha asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/n nodded quickly. “It’s a protection charm. Like the one you made for me, but, you know... for you.” Her cheeks flushed as she added, “I just wanted you to have something that shows how much I love you.”

Agatha’s heart ached with love and pride. She pulled Y/n into a tight hug, holding her daughter close. “You are the sweetest, most incredible girl,” she murmured. “I love it, and I love you.”

Y/n grinned against her mom’s shoulder, the earlier frustration forgotten. “You’re not just saying that?”

Agatha pulled back, cupping Y/n’s face in her hands. “Of course not. This is one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. I’m never taking it off.”

She unclasped the chain from Y/n’s hands and fastened it around her neck, letting the pendant rest over her heart. It felt warm against her skin, a tangible reminder of Y/n’s love and effort.

They sat together in the quiet study for a while, basking in the moment's warmth. Agatha’s fingers brushed over the pendant now and then, her thoughts drifting to the crescent moon necklace Y/n wore. It amazed her how much her daughter had grown—not just in her magic but in her kindness and thoughtfulness.

“You know,” Agatha said after a while, a teasing lilt to her voice, “I think you’ve outdone me with this charm. It’s even more beautiful than the one I made for you.”

Y/n giggled, leaning against her mom’s side. “I had a pretty good teacher.”

Agatha chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s forehead. “You’re too modest, sweetheart. This is all you. And it’s just the beginning. You’re going to do amazing things—I can feel it.”

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the room, Y/n felt a sense of pride she’d never experienced before. She had created something meaningful to always remind her mom of their bond. And in that moment, surrounded by love and the faint hum of magic, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

[flavorcrash]

Hi! Sorry if this has already been asked, feel free to ignore it if so <3.

But I don't know if you would mind making a summary or a file of your OC?

THIS LITTLE ONE IS SO CUTE

I need to know more about him, his name, age, why he wears that adorable whale pendant (I think) his pronouns aaaaaa always come up in my beginning but I don't know anything about this little one!

Thank you very much <3

Oh that's my character Fletcher ! !

His full name is Fletcher Baines. He's 23 years old in the MDHM universe and he's originally an OC i made for my story Cross My Heart! I just love him a lot so i just shoved him into the MDHM universe for self indulgence. His pronouns are he/him, he's FTM Trans, and homosexual. He's 5'10" and that whale pendant is a locket that has photos of people he cares about the most (Stu and Ursula) the necklace is a gift from his mom and he's had it since he was 7 years old. He's very autistic about whales and sea life in general. He would have LOVED to become a marine biologist but instead followed his mom's footsteps and became a mortician in Scotland (where he's from)

In the MDHM au i have him in, he was born in Scotland and his parents moved to the U.S. when he was little. He grew up in the same neighborhood with Stu and Ursula and was entirely the troublemaker amongst the three of them. Come the middle of Senior year, Ursula is taken to Canada for treatment as her tuberculosis has only gotten worse over time. Meanwhile Fletcher's family moves back to Scotland as his dad got a better job. He decided to stay there for college and moved to this (fictional) town called Glasfar. After her got his license he was working as a mortician for a while until he befriended the town's groundskeeper for the cemetery.... And then for 6 months Ursula and Stu lost contact with him... 6 months then turned into 2 years and even his parents didn't have contact with him.

He shows up in Doomsbury after those 2 years looking the worst he ever has in his life and runs into Ursula- or rather a lacrosse ball hits him in the head and she drags him to his house where her younger brother yells at him then hugs him. Ever since then he's been living in Doomsbury for 2 years, working on getting a Computer Science degree for a better job.

His interests include Slasher Movies (another hyperfixation of his), Coding, Visual Novels, Horror in general, Anatomy, Marine Life, Dogs, and Cooking!

Also don't let his pretty looks fool you, he can be a major douchebag at times even if he is a pretty loyal friend. To a fault... He has a lot of growing up to do even now. Shockingly. He's more pathetic than Stu.

Edit: Oh i also have a playlist about him for those interested.

[liaromancewriter]

Love Bites

Premise: Ethan and Cassie get a little carried away in their sex capades.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature – NSFW. Tropes: Public Places. Gala. Words: 2,325

A/N: This fic is for 2 anon prompt requests. Submission for @choicesprompts Smutember, prompt 10 (caught in the act); for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 day 21 (kiss). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 49, prompt 1 and 3 (in bold).

The glittering lights of the ballroom sparkled like stars in the painted ceiling above. Soft music from a string quartet tucked away in a little alcove mingled with the din of a crowd.

The conversations around the room jumped from stock market tips to the vagrancy of the global economy to an auction at Sotheby’s for a priceless piece of art.

Ethan Ramsey eavesdropped on the people behind him and wondered how priceless the artwork was given it was on auction, which, by its very definition, required one to put a price on an object.

He leaned against a column, sipping a passable Scotch, and watched his girlfriend work the room. Dr. Valentine could triage a level one emergency in the middle of the night, but Cassie Valentine was made for settings like this.

A designer gown that teased as much as it revealed, hair expertly styled and make-up that highlighted her green eyes and red lips. She blended in with Manhattan’s glitterati as if she belonged. But then again, this was her world as much as Edenbrook was.

Cassie could, and did, straddle two worlds with aplomb. Ethan envied that about her.

He could schmooze if absolutely pushed under the pain of death, but he always felt awkward doing it. Like he was wearing shoes two sizes too big.

Cassie wore a shimmering black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves. Her arms were bare and cuffed with more diamonds. And when she moved, he spied glimpses of silky white thighs. Earlier this afternoon, those same legs had been locked around his ass.

A teardrop diamond pendant was framed between her cleavage, just below the dip at the base of her throat. It caught the glint of the chandeliers. He briefly lost himself in an erotic fantasy where his lips sucked deep at the sensitive spot on the side of her neck as her throaty cries echoed around him.

He smirked into his drink at the thought of crossing the carpeted floor, taking her in his arms and marking her in front of everyone. That would show them who she was going home with tonight.

Especially one of her exes who’d almost ruined the evening before it began with the lascivious way he stared at her breasts and hips. Ethan wanted to applaud when Cassie stared the other man down until he escaped with a flimsy excuse.

Ethan reflected that Asshole the Third, Max’s nickname for the other man, was well deserved.

“Thought I’d find you lurking in the corner,” Cassie said charmingly as she floated toward him on high heels, a champagne flute in one hand.

“Don’t blame me,” Ethan quipped with a wry grin. “Your brother deserted me for a sultry redhead. Or maybe it was the luscious brunette.”

Cassie’s brows knit in annoyance, and she turned around to look for Max in the crowded ballroom. She huffed when her search proved unsuccessful and turned back, moving closer. Her floral scent tantalized his senses, and he inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.

“You take my breath away every time I see you,” he murmured into her ear, lightly biting the edge of her earlobe. “My patience is wearing thin. Let’s get out of here.”

Cassie sipped her champagne and threw him an amused look above the rim of her glass.

“All in good time, babe,” she winked. “My mom would never forgive me if we left before the main event.”

Handing her empty glass to a passing server, Cassie nestled against him and hooked one arm around his back. She planted light kisses along his jawline, little nips and bites that she soothed with her tongue.

“I already thanked you earlier for accompanying me this weekend,” she said between kisses. “But I feel this sacrifice deserves an extra spicy reward.” She bit the corner of his lips. “If you’re up for a sexy dare, that is?”

Ethan’s ears perked up at the salacious proposition, and he met the challenge in her eyes with one of his own.

“I’m not the one protesting whenever I fuck you against my apartment’s windows,” he lowered his voice, the words deliberately crude to gauge how serious she was.

She scoffed but didn’t deny the accusation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Meet me in the corner cloakroom. Five minutes.”

Ethan blushed when he realized she was deadly serious. He watched her hips swing enticingly as she navigated the crowds toward the exit. Suddenly, his collar felt tight, and he tugged it away from his neck.

Anticipation had him practically panting. He started to follow Cassie when Max stepped into his path.

“Have you seen my sister?” he asked, glancing on either side before looking at Ethan, puzzled. “Your face is flushed. You okay?”

Ethan nodded, resisting the urge to tug at his collar again, and prayed the younger man wouldn’t press the issue.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Max said with a shrug, taking Ethan at his word. “Come on. He’s by the bar.”

Stuck, Ethan followed Max to the other side of the room. He glanced at the exit Cassie had taken and sincerely hoped she was still in the mood when he joined her.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted anxiously on his feet, trapped between Max, the CEO of a new health center focused on diagnostics, and the curse of social niceties. The conversation with the other man was fascinating, and he would have been entirely present in any other circumstances. But not when his girlfriend was waiting to be fucked.

When his phone buzzed against his chest, he reached into the pocket and looked down at the screen. He didn’t need a Cypher to decode the three questions mark in Cassie’s text.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically at the two men before him. “This is important.” He indicated the phone in his hand, shading the screen from Max’s shrewd gaze. “I need to make a phone call.”

Ethan hastily escaped, his long strides covering the length of the ballroom, a man on a critical mission. He marched down the long hallway, ignoring the guests mingling in the relative quiet of the foyer.

The corner cloakroom wasn’t being used for the event, and the window was shuttered. It looked dark and deserted.

Figuring Cassie had given up on him and returned to the gala, Ethan started to turn away when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the darkened room.

“Finally!” Cassie muttered. He could hear the pout in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to handle things myself.”

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting from the hall coming through the wooden slats of the roll-up window.

“Blame your brother,” Ethan grunted, his hands rough as he gripped her elbows and lifted her against the wall.

“You seem to be blaming Max for many things today,” Cassie said, exasperated.

“Scold me later,” he said, covering her body with his.

His mouth descended upon hers, swallowing whatever Cassie was about to say. His lips coaxed hers open to the thrust of his tongue, desperate in his need for her. With a moan, she pressed against him, her fingers digging into his hips.

Their breathing became labored as their kisses became greedy, hungry and ravenous. Cassie sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly catching it between her teeth. It stung, and he tasted blood.

Ethan cupped her jaw in one hand, gripping it tight to hold her in place, and lowered his mouth to kiss the dip at the base of her throat. He cuffed her wrists in one hand and raised her arms, keeping them flush against the wall. The movement thrust her cleavage out.

Recalling his earlier fantasy, Ethan pushed the top of her dress down and buried his face between her naked breasts. He savored the sexy sounds she uttered as he licked and sucked her nipples, biting the edge just enough for her desire-filled eyes to snap open.

He could feel the tremors coursing through her body and released her hands. He reached under the skirt of her dress to grip her ass, lifting her hips until she locked her legs around his thighs. The fabric of her dress draped over his arms as he shoved the skirt away and stared heatedly at the lacy triangle covering her crotch.

Cassie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping him. She thrust her hands inside his underwear to cup him. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick length and released him from his pants, pumping once, twice, and stroking the tip with her thumb. He rocked himself, sliding into her grasp, grunting his need as words failed him.

He nibbled kisses along Cassie’s jaw and down her throat. Below, his fingers stroked her core, teasing the tender folds. His thumb pressed against the top of her sex, and she squirmed, her hands falling to the side.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, rubbing against him.

Ethan sucked hard on the tendon in her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, and she jumped.

“Stop!” Cassie pushed him back as she slapped a hand where his lips had been.

Ethan shook his head to clear the haze of lust clouding his mind. He saw tears prick the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“Let me look,” he said gently and removed her hand. “Crap.”

“Double crap,” Cassie said with a dismayed glance.

They stared at the redness on her neck from the hickey and the light impressions of his teeth around its edges. He remembered thinking earlier how he’d like to mark her. But it had been an idle thought. He’d never want to embarrass her in front of her family.

“Ethan, I can’t go back to the gala looking like this,” she cried out, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, placing his palm along the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbones. “I got carried away.”

“We both did,” Cassie said, sighing deeply. “What are we going to do?”

Ethan started to respond, but Cassie shushed him.

They heard voices outside and stared in alarm at the unlocked door. They tried to scramble apart while tugging at the bodice of Cassie’s dress, but the door suddenly swung inward before they could do anything.

For a second, light from the hallway shone directly on their tangled bodies and then two people appeared in the doorway. They wore the hotel uniform and had a rolling coat rack behind them. He didn’t recognize the man, but the woman had been manning the other cloakroom when they arrived.

Ethan pressed himself against Cassie’s front to protect her modesty, but it was obvious from the shocked looks on their faces that they’d gotten quite an eyeful. He realized then that Cassie wasn’t the only one exposed. His dick hung out from the opening in his dress pants.

“Shut the door,” Ethan barked when the pair remained frozen in the doorway.

His shout seemed to do the trick as the two workers hurriedly slammed the door shut.

“Wow. You put the fear of Doctor Ramsey in them,” Cassie said, giggling.

She adjusted the bodice of her dress, shaking the folds of her skirt to remove any creases. Ethan smiled ruefully and tucked himself away, gently zipping up and buckling his belt.

His eyes darkened as they fell on the love bite.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, peering intently at her.

“We can’t,” she reminded him, pushing herself off the wall. “Let me think.”

She started pacing the small space, seemingly in a conversation with herself. Ethan wanted to interrupt, but he knew her well enough by now to not do that.

“Okay, I have a solution,” Cassie said, folding her arms in front of her. “I checked my shawl into the cloakroom when we arrived. I can wrap that around my neck and shoulders. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m cold. Max will suspect something’s up but won’t say anything.”

“Let’s go get your shawl,” Ethan said with a nod to indicate his agreement with the plan. “Facing that cloakroom attendant again can’t be any more embarrassing than what already transpired.”

“Oh, no, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said with a tsk, moving away from Ethan. “You gave me the hickey. Ergo, you’re going to get my shawl while I wait here. I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I’m presentable.”

Marching down the hallway to do as she demanded, Ethan grumbled internally that it was her idea to make out in the empty cloakroom. But, he reasoned, they wouldn’t need to cover up if he hadn’t lost control. So, he owed her.

He and the attendant avoided eye contact during the entire interaction, and Ethan wondered what had happened to his once-sedate life.

The old him would have never been in this situation, pretending the woman across from him hadn’t just caught him ravishing his girlfriend in public with a few hundred esteemed guests mingling close enough to hear but for the music.

Later, he escorted Cassie back to the ballroom, the shawl firmly ensconced around her neck. It looked strange, given the circumstances, but they had no choice.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Max called out from a short distance away, clearly on the lookout for them.

Cassie kept a straight face as her brother started toward them. She glanced sideways at Ethan, and they shared a conspiratorial wink.

Ethan grinned wickedly as Cassie walked over to meet Max in the middle. A sedate life was overrated, he thought. With Cassie around, he’d never be bored. She wouldn’t let him. And that was better than any medical mystery he’d ever solved.

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[bravesung]

( scarlxtleaves. ) ━━━ "Honey, I have a question for you..and it's okay if it's too big a question. But did your mom keep her maiden name when she married your late father or did she change it after his passing? Or at least why didn't she keep it after he passed? I heard that's it's pretty much mandatory for the wife to take her husband's name..which by the way I'm happy you've just scoff aside when WE got married." / unprompted!

❛  that’s  okay,  sweetheart.  it’s  a  valid  question.  ❜  crossing  one  leg  over  the  other,  you  sway  your  head  side  to  side,  as  if  you’re  trying  to  balance  the  answer.  ❛  though  the  married  name  was  on  paper,  my  mom  kept  the  last  name  kazama,  but  went  by  morita  hitomi  when  she  traveled  the  world  as  a  singer.  her  surname  means  alot  to  her  ––  both  do.  she  felt  she  was  possibly  one  of  the  few  ––  and  maybe  even  only  ––  remaining  kazama  left,  so  she  didn’t  want  to  deviate  from  that.  one  thing  for  sure,  she  loved  my  father  immensely,  and  he  respected  her  decision  with  whatever  name  she  carried.  ❜  softly,  you  run  your  finger  over  the  heart-shaped  pendant  you  wore,  containing  a  portion  of  your  father’s  ashes.    

❛  I  am  so  worried  about  my  mom.  I  fear  she’s  even  more  lost  in  this  world  now  that dad  is  gone.  I  would  be  torn  to  pieces  if  I  ever  lost  you,  rocky.  my  parents  were  together  for  over  a  decade,  but  she  has  been  different  since  his  passing.  normally,  she  always  knew  how  to  smile  through  everything,  but  this  is  the  first  time  I  have  seen  her  so  devoid  of  emotion and is more like a silhouette roaming the earth.  ❜

[haemey]

Ask game my lovely mutual:

Falafel, Bentley, Alpha Centauri

(I had to recite these over and over in my head like a spell so I wouldnt forget them by the time I got to your inbox)

And now I shall have to do the same when I go back to the post to see what they mean... thanks for asking :D

Buckle up, this is a long one

Falafel - a thought I can never seem to outrun.

For me, that would be just your basic, everyday, run-of-the-mill existential dread. I just finished my studies at university and I don't have a job lined up this season. My executive dysfunction makes it hard to send out applications. And there's a bunch of other stuff I need to think of - get my own health insurance (not US, thank someone), find some students to get some money in, figure out how taxes work as a freelance musician and vocal teacher, find an agent, register as unemployed, etc. It's a lot. And all of it is stuff that shouldn't be too difficult. It's a bunch of small, relatively easy tasks. But I just can't seem to get myself to do them. Meanwhile, time is passing and the little voice in my head that goes "are you sure you're cut out for this job?" is getting louder. It's not exactly impostor syndrome - I know I'm good enough. It's more just me listening to the bullies in my own mind.

What a cheerful note to start on! Yay!

Bentley - my most prized possession.

This is a difficult one. In terms of most expensive, it's probably my e-piano. It's almost a decade and a half old by now, but it's still really good, even compared to the ones on the market now. It cost almost 2.5k€ when it was new. I didn't buy it myself, though - it was a gift from someone who wanted to support my plans to become a singer. Which is kind of crazy.

When it comes to emotional value, it's more difficult to say. I'm a bit of a hoarder and I have a hard time letting go of stuff, but I'm also not super attached to anything? Maybe the necklace my sister gave me for my birthday. It's a tiny heart-shaped pendant with an opal in it. The stone is from my late grandma's wedding ring. It had two, and my sister had both of them made into necklaces, one for me and one for her.

Alpha Centauri - where do I run off to when it feels like the end of the world?

Honestly, my bed. I tend to hole up and hibernate when things get tough. Which isn't the best strategy to deal with stress, especially when said stress comes from things needing to be done. I used to flee into games like Animal Crossing or Breath of the Wild, but I'm kind of burnt out from those. So now, it's tea, my beloved plushie I've had for like 18 years, a bunch of pillows, and fanfiction, until my mom calls and tells me to come home for the weekend. She has a weird talent for calling when I least want her to (which is to say when I actually most need her to)... and then I tell her I'll see if I can make it, because I have so much stuff to do (which is usually true, becaude I've let it build up), and of course I make the time, and I go to her place for the weekend, and I still won't feel good, but it's a little better.

Aaaand now I'm crying. PMS at 2:30am be hitting hard, yo

Was that too much information?

Sorry, not sorry

Damn, you really picked the heavy ones forst, huh 😅

[jhyannarqq768]

Aurora New discovery

Chapter one, new age new discovery!

It was a beautiful day. The birds are singing and the sun was shining like always, yet, the lazy and pink hedgehog did NOT waked up already. The alarm was still ringing. The pink hedgehog finally slammed her hand in the alarm making it stop, she groans and sits in the bed, she streches her back and arms finally getting up, she opens the door of her room only to scream of seeing her father and her two uncles there already saying:

"Happy birthday Rory!"

The blue hedgehog pick her daugther up with a bright smile. His green eyes only focusing one thing, his daugther.

"Happy 13 birthday my lovely Rory! Today it's a big day!"

The pink hedgehog could only smile awkwardly, 13 years must be such a big age. For somoene who it's becoming a teenager now, she mumbles

"Oh, thanks dad! And uncle tails & knuckles... I wans't expecting that!"

The echidna laughs and says approaching them

"Happy birthday Rory, today we are going to do a lot of things that you want!"

The echidna pats her head with his big hand, Aurora finally could feel her feet back to the ground, she smiled warmly and thanked them.

"Thanks! I am even starting to feel growing up a bit now!"

Tails get beside Sonic and says smiling.

"You still have a long way to become one! But you're becoming a big lady now!"

Aurora giggled. Everything was good, her uncles are there, her amazing hero dad. But... She was still missing something. Where's her? Her mother? Was she busy even in her birthday? No way right? She didn't appeared in the other birthdays. But this one she will appear right? Say that she's proud of her making this far, say she it's already missing the baby she was, say that she it's becoming a teenager now. Yet... She wans't there, Aurora could only clear her throat and ask

"Where's mom?"

Sonic, knuckles and tails are immediately taken back by that question. Amy was a workhalic, she never almost appeared home, and when she did, she was almost sleeping standing. Never almost paying attention to the poor and desesperate girl. Sonic smiled awkwardly and tried to clear her head.

"She will appear soon! Don't worry, today she could make It!"

Aurora emerald eyes immediately sparkled, her mother? Appearing? Finally? After 13 years? That was amazing! She immediately putted her hands up and smiled warmly, Sonic felt bad lying to her but she was only a innocent girl. Yet he managed to smile with the others, Aurora then went downstairs to eat breakfast, Sonic sighed looking down, Tails looked at him and said crossing his arms,

"Did you really lied to her?"

Knuckles coudn't smile anymore and looked at sonic as well, Sonic coudn't say the truth to his child and ruin her birthday. But it was going to get ruined anyways. Soon. Or maybe not? Maybe this was going to be a good day? Maybe she was going to understand?

"I... I can't see her sad guys. But i know she will understand."

Knuckles patted his shoulder and smiled

"If that's so we will make the best day for Rory!"

Sonic only could give a fake smile. Yet the pain of lying to his tittle princess made his heart ache, Aurora it's a just a girl that would do anything to have the attention of her own mother. Yet, everytime she tried, she coudn't get a peny. Why? Why Amy won't at least rest for once? That's was what she coudn't understand. Aurora was already sitted in her chair eating the pancakes her father maked her, without burning them! That was a new record.

It was a nice breakfast, even if her own mother didn't was there, she needed to understand. Yet she never will. When she finished breakfast and went to her room to put a good outifit, she noticed something in her table. A small box, did somoene left it there? She approached the box slightly and slowly opened the box, only to find a beautiful golden necklace there. The necklace had a rose pendant her mother must had been the one! So she does remember her birthday!

Aurora coudn't help but to smile. Finally, after 13 years, her mother remembered her birthday, so she was going to appear! This was the best birthday ever. She immediately changed her outifit and went downstairs, with a bright smile, her father saw the necklace and thought of Amy. Of course, he coudn't help but ask:

"Oh dear! What it's this beautiful necklace you got there?"

Aurora smiled warmly and putted her hands in her hips and answered with a happy tone

"I saw this on my table dad! Maybe mom lefted there!"

Sonic smiled, maybe Amy had a free time and bought some to Aurora, Sonic always knew she was a great mother, she was always good with kids when they are younger. Once Sonic, tails, knuckles and Aurora are bellow a tree while they are doing a picnic, what got the attention of Aurora was the florest. She never went there, she then decided to got up, the three looked at her and she suggested:

"Can we play hide and seek?"

They all agreeded. The echidna got up and immediately said:

"I will be the one counting! I'll show how good a echidna it's finding you all!"

Sonic laughed and said smirking

"We will see about that!"

Aurora laughed while she went running in a direction while tails and Sonic went to another, Knuckles closed his eyes and faced the tree while counting to ten. And Aurora... Was running in the florest, her green eyes wondering over the florest amazed by how pretty it was. But she didn't noticed the poor girl was going too much futher.

She only noticed when she tripped over something and fell down, she hitted the floor hard, she groaned in pain. Once she sitted up, she noticed where she was. It was a cave, she looked up only being able to see tree and the blue sky

Aurora it's terrified of dark, and she was stuck in one. She coudn't try to climb, she got up and could only mumble a hello. But when she tried to touch her necklace, it wans't in her neck anymore.

The minute she fell the necklace got off her neck and fell inside of the cave. Oh sweet Gaia... It was a present of her mother! And she losted it? No way!

Aurora was panicking. The only present she ever got from her mother she losted. Imagine how sad her mother was going to be. She then letted out a deep breath and thought:

"Come on Aurora! You're a big girl! You can do this."

She then faced the darkness and starded walking in the cave. Once she coudn't see anything anymore, she could only noticed a blue light infront of her, she then stepped towards the light but the light moved back.

She raised a eyebrow and her curious got better than her, the pink hedgehog immediately starded walking towards the light, but the light keep moving to the back, the pink hedgehog had enough and starded running towards the light only to the blue light keep running away from her.

Then, Aurora jumped towards the light, her hands grabbing the light but to her suprise she fell down in the floor again, she closed her eyes tightly and groaned when she hitted the floor, the sun getting into her eyes, once she opened them she saw a hedgehog with long dark blue hair and pink e eyes,

"What's a tittle girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Hello, just came here saying that my english it's TERRIBLE so if something happens, my bad 😔, yet the character im using it's from @e-vay that it's Aurora the hedgehog, i have a serious addiction to Aurora ever since to 2020 (please don't tell im the only one here 😭) but i Hope to everyoene like reading this!

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[runnning-outof-time]

Jasmine, edelweiss, abelia :)

Thanks so much for sending these in, Eli! 🥰

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

I think I’d have to say This Republic of Suffering by Drew Gilpin Faust … it’s focused on death and the American Civil War and while it was super interesting, it was an incredibly deep - and rather dark - read.

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

It’s a lyric from the song Non Stop in Hamilton … the lyric is ‘why do you write like you’re running out of time?’ (I brought it with me from Wattpad) … it seems rather fitting to me since I’ve (somehow) managed to produce over 100 stories in just over a years time - sometimes I do feel like I write like I’m running out of time. (I added the 3rd ‘N’ because the normal variation was taken)

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with? (I’m happy you asked this one 😄)

I have one piece of jewelry that I really care about, and it’s a necklace that I wear every day … it’s got 4 pendants on it: a silver cross (the first of the 4 that I got), a baseball glove for my brother, a panda’s face for my mom, and the birthstone for August - the month that 2 of my aunts and both grandmothers were born during - in the shape or a heart…this one is the most recent addition and it’s got a very special meaning to it. … some people wear their heart on their sleeve - I wear it both on my sleeve and around my neck.

Get to know me with some questions!

[bigdumbbambieyes]

forget-me-nots; a symbol of true love and a testament to your relationship and promises the other person that you will never forget them in your thoughts.

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“I can’t be here long, but I had to see you before I left.”

Steve feels his stomach knot tight with emotion. His throat feels thick, his tongue heavy, unable to form words as he stares into Billy’s sorrowful eyes.

Home. Hawkins isn’t Billy’s home, obviously. It never was.

And now that he’s free, with his diploma and belongings tucked away in his luggage in the backseat of the Camaro, which is idling with a full tank of gas in Steve’s driveway, he’s ready to go.

He’s leaving everything behind him, to go home to familiarity, from where he’d been snatched away in the night. He’s leaving his father behind, he’s leaving his step mom and sister behind, he’s leaving the monsters behind.

He’s leaving Steve behind.

And it’s sudden. Unexpected. It’s dark outside, where Steve’s standing at the threshold of his front door, in his pyjamas and slippers, while Billy looks like he’s ready to run towards clear skies and saltwater beaches.

“Oh,” Steve finally whispers, his voice thin and shaky.

Billy grabs his hands and holds them. His palms are sweaty from the nerves.

He murmurs, “I gotta go, tonight. He’s not home and Susan said she’d keep him busy once he is.”

The longer Neil doesn’t know that Billy’s gone, the better of a chance he has to get away.

Tears burn Steve’s eyes, because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He knew Billy was going to go one day, he needed to go home and Steve wasn’t going to stop him, especially when he can’t follow him, not now. But, they were going to make it special - a whole day for themselves, something to mark the occasion of a temporary goodbye until Steve could make the journey back to his home in the form of blond curls and unwavering strength.

But, now it’s dark outside and Billy has to go.

His boyfriend notices the unshed tears and cups Steve’s face in his hands, steps closer until there’s barely an inch between them and he claims Steve’s mouth with his own. It’s soft and harsh, full of apologies and regret, and despite it all, hope. It’s bittersweet and cracks his heart wide open.

Steve doesn’t realize tears have fallen until their kiss tastes like salt, but they’re not his. They never are.

Billy pulls away and Steve sees the way the moonlight catches on his boyfriend’s wet, freckled cheeks.

“Here,” Billy whispers, grabbing his necklace and pulling it over his head. Steve feels another wave of something overwhelming as Billy places it over his head like a crown, feeling the warm metal on the nape of his neck while the pendant rests against his chest.

He watches the way Billy eyes the necklace, emotions crossing his face one after the other, until their eyes meet again and Billy whispers, “To remember me.”

Forget-me-nots.

Steve immediately unclasps the watch on his wrist, pulling the brown leather through the silver closure until it’s in his hand and then he’s wrapping it around Billy’s bare wrist, closing it around his skin.

He looks up at Billy, catches the way the blond’s bottom lip is trembling ever so softly, and lifts the watch up to press a kiss to it. “To remember me,” he echoes quietly, listening to the soft ‘tickticktick’ of the watch against his mouth.

“I gotta go,” Billy murmurs, but there’s clear doubt in his face and voice, like he isn’t sure if this is the right thing to do anymore. He doesn’t want to leave Steve, he doesn’t want to leave them, but there’s no way Steve will let him stay.

Not when Billy’s so close to freedom. To living a life where he doesn’t have to be afraid anymore.

“Yeah,” Steve nods as he lowers Billy’s hand, “You do.” But he can’t let go of Billy’s wrist. He can’t uncurl his fingers, can’t pull away, so Billy pulls him in for one last kiss.

It’s deep, slow, soothing. Like a promise.

“It’s not forever,” Steve whispers the reminder into the blond’s mouth, keeping his voice steady even as grief wraps around his throat. He pulls away to look at Billy, into his watery blues, and manages a small smile, “And we’ll call, every day, until I’m there with you, yeah?”

Billy can’t speak, but he nods, quick with a sniffle. It’s not forever. It’s not long at all.

They pull away at the same time and Billy doesn’t linger. He gets into his car while wiping away his tears and drives off after a moment of hesitation, leaving behind his heart in Hawkins, Indiana.

Steve stands there for another moment, listening to the roar of the Camaro down the highway, and goes inside once the silence of the night is all he has. He closes the door quietly, locking it tight, and stuffs Billy’s necklace under his shirt collar to feel the cool metal against his skin.

And there, leaning against the door, with his heart driving west, he finally lets himself cry.

[definegodliness]

Safekeeping

There is a wooden elephant in my hands, which is my grandpa; mother’s side. The carving used to stand on the TV cabinet in my family’s ur-home on a farm, where as a kid I would watch Hannah Barbera and Cartoon Network on Satellite before cable existed. I recall a living room filled with dust and cigarette smoke. The elephant stood out. Quiet. My grandpa was a giant. A family tree’s trunk and branches. The rest of us are all mere leaves, and we knew this when he departed.

I loved him.

I’ve got a silver pendant, which is my grandma; father’s side. I know I have it, but I wouldn’t be able to dig it up if my life depended on it. It was a cross, encircled, and in Latin, the description read: I suffer with Jesus on the cross. And the poor girl had suffered so much that it painfully fitted. 

I couldn’t bear having it in my closest proximity. Grandma always suffered; always giving, never taking; always sought, but never found, and in the end died excruciatingly fighting the fading of the light. You want to know what mind over matter really looks like? See the strongest mind fighting the impossible battle for the light in their darting eyes, and know the toughest suffer. 

The flesh succumbs.

With, or without... whatever gets you sleeping at night when you feel the need for more than nothingness.

I loved her.

I’ve got flaring brown eyes, deep black encircled. Which means my father looks into his father’s eyes when he sees me, and that my grandma looked into her husband’s eyes before she died. I wasn’t aware of this until my 30′s; until in a casual conversation my mom told me I didn’t have her eyes, but his. It’s such a strange thing to have the eyes of a man you never knew. But they see, and they accept, and they empower, and...

Grandpa, I just want you to be proud of them.

You ever so simply accepted your gay son in a time when being gay was ‘not done’, and countered the farizees in a time when church was everything; you kicked a pastor out of your home when he told your wife to restart breeding days after almost bleeding out having her second miscarriage. After four sons. After two girls that could fit in a matchbox. And, oh, how she wanted to have a daughter more than anything. 

I never got to love you, but you loved me to bits, I’ve heard. I can see it in the rare photographs of us together. Tales get told, and you’re my hero. You’ll be pleased to know I still have that switch-knife you nicked from a German soldier. The running gag this act of deviancy literally saved the war will live on in our family.

You are a stranger, much like me. And I wouldn’t let your or mine impact on the world wither in temporality, if I could.

I love you.

Perhaps for being me.

In this strange world where simply accepting and plainly making sense of things is dubbed the most nonsensical strategy. 

Oma. 

Grandma, mother’s side. There is not a single physical memento I have of you. But you are here when I cap beans; when I peel potatoes; when I bake pancakes and make them a tad bit too salty, and thereby nostalgically irresponsibly decadently delicious. You are here when I worry about people. When I hug. When I give annoyingly long-term advice for short-term disputes. You are so much in my heart that you are my heart. Whenever I make the world a better place, just for that one person; that —

Will be the you in me.

--- 29-9-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

[supernaturalfreewill]

My love, I'm very sorry. I can very painfully understand. It's been months now and I'm still crushed every time I think of her.

I suddenly lost my baby girl Mocha on July 22 last year. She was only 4 and the love of my life. I was at work and missed many calls from my mom and she eventually reached me through calling the hospital I work at and getting transferred to the OR I was working in. Our girl, who was her normal cheery self the night before, hadn't wanted to eat when she woke up that morning so my mom had looked at her gums and they were nearly white. She rushed her to our vet and her red blood cell levels were at 13 when they should have been high 30s into 40s.

Apparently border collies can have underlying hemolytic anemia that gets triggered around the age of 4. Her red blood cells there dying faster than her body could make them. We got her blood transfusions and it barely touched her red cell count. We had gotten her to 18 and the vets had us take her home for the night around 3 am, hoping that resting at home would take the tiny bump and start generating red cells again then we would come back and check in the morning around 11.

When we woke up in the morning, she was breathing heavy and more lethargic so we took her in. It was only 7 am. In those 4 hours, her count when back down to 11 this time. At this point she had already had two transfusions and the vets said they could do another but there was no guarentee of positive outcomes.

We were transferred to our vet research center that had specialists for internal medicine and they presented us with only one other option. There is apparently a treatment that requires a machine that would essentially take out all of her blood to destroy the antigens before replacing it. It would have been a minimum 2 week treatment and baseline 30,000 dollars with a very slim likelihood of actual improvement. And if it were successful, there was still a significant chance of relapse. Essentially, if we did the treatment, she would likely still die and she would have spent the rest of her life away from us, alone in a cage, hooked up to tubes and wires. I couldn't do that to her.

She was so tired and even when she had no energy she still moved to lay on me and comfort me when I was crying because I couldn't save her. We eventually decided we had to let her go because we couldn't keep putting her through pain just so we could have a little more time.

I'm crying writing this because it's so unfair. I'm so sorry you lost Aldo. He was so incredibly lucky to have someone as amazing as you as his mom. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so awful and lose your friend. I know it's been some months, but don't ever feel bad about missing him. You deserve to miss such an important part of your life. And anyone who says otherwise doesn't understand the love and bond we can form with animals. ❤ I highly recommend getting a stuffy that looks like him to cuddle at night or getting blankets with some of your favorite pictures of him printed on it. Those are some of the things I had to do to bring myself some comfort and it's nice to have something to hold on the nights I miss her. ❤❤❤

Yeah okay, sobbing here. Our babies went close together. I lost Aldo on July 24th. You did the best thing for your baby girl and I'm so sorry you lost her so soon too and had to go through that and make such a hard decision. <3 We never get enough time with our beloved pets, so losing them young is extra hard. I actually am getting a pup soon from the same breeder I got Aldo from. Momma lab, who happens to look a lot like Aldo, is expecting in 4 days so fingers crossed there will be enough pups for me to bring a new friend home soon. One thing that has really helped, was getting a pendant that I put some of Aldo's ashes in. Getting back to hiking was hard because I was used to having Kuma and Aldo along as my adventuring buddies. At least this way I can still carry him with me. We sign up for the heart break every time with a beloved pet because they just unfairly don't live as long as us, but it's worth it for all the love we get.