#and yea it might early to be thinking of donations but might as well get that ready before it's really needed

[desnayy]

Such a shame that I don't stream cause some of the moments from the ooc silly time would've been great to have recorded and saved

[scarletwinterxx]

middle finger and promise rings - jaehyun scenario

helllooooo a fluff moment with jung jaehyun. I was scrolling through tiktok the other day and I found a compilation of him laughing and it was the cutest thing ever so now we're here😅

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Jaehyun enters the apartment and the first thing he hears is your laugh. He hangs his jacket on the hook, takes off his shoes before walking towards the living room where he sees you lying on the couch giggling to yourself.

You spot him over your phone, quickly turning it off when you spot your boyfriend "Hi, you're home early" you greet him, walking towards him.

He smiles at you, opening his arms to give you a very much needed hug. He does everyday, without a fail. Whenever he gets home from work or somewhere, he asks for a hug from you.

"What were you watching?" he asks

"You"

"Huh?" he peaks down at you, still caged in his arms

"I was looking through my phone then I saw a bunch of videos, like from when we started dating until recent. You looked cute, especially when you laugh" you answer him

"I thought my laugh was loud" he chuckles, letting you to sit on the couch. You follow him, taking the seat beside him.

"It is. But I love it so much, you know you have this kind of laugh when you find something really funny and your face scrunches up in a cute way" you try to mimic it while Jaehyun watches.

You might as well tell him you'll marry him with the way you're making his heart explode right now. Moments like these are what he looks forward to the most when he comes home. The simple conversations with you, no matter how random they are, he cherishes them so much.

"Oh by the way, can we order chicken and pasta for dinner? Or chinese food? I can't decide, how about you what do you want?"

"Chinese sounds good, do you want me to call our favorite place?" he asks, already getting his phone out

"Okay, and this came in today by the way" you say, passing the package that arrived today. "What is it?" you ask, while waiting for him to open it

"I forgot, must've ordered this a long time ago"

Without checking the label he opens it. When he flips the unsealed package upside down, a velvet box falls on his lap.

The two of you freeze.

He should've checked the label. Jaehyun internally panics.

Meanwhile you don't say anything, waiting for him to do or say something. But he doesn't so you clear your throat, getting your phone on the table "I'll order, tell me if you want anything else" you tell him.

"Uh yea sure" Jaehyun swallows the lump in his throat, finally coming to his senses. Taking the box before excusing himself. You hear the bedroom door open and close.

After that night you don't mention anything about it. You didn't ask questions. You acted like you didn't see it. Jaehyun wondered if he should ask but he doesn't know where to start.

What do you think it was, did you have your suspicions, were you upset with him? These are the questions running in his mind. But you never said anything to him, like everything was normal.

He was debating if he should've just showed you what was inside. If you were thinking it was a ring then you're right.

About a few months ago, he ordered a ring after finally getting your size. He's still worrying if you'll like it. It's not an engagement rring, not yet atleast. The ring inside was a promise ring for you. You told him a story about wearing a ring ever since your teen years, way back before the two of you met. You bought yourself a ring, a promise to exchange it to something else when you get yourself a boyfriend.

You showed him the ring before, it was a simple metal band you used to wear on your middle finger. You never took it off, not a day. That was until he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Of course he had to get you a new one, he was just waiting for the right time to give it to you.

He forgot to check the email about the shipping and didn't expect it to arrive when it did. It definitely wasn't part of the plan to open it infront of you.

It's been a few weeks since then. You honestly kind off forgot about it. You trust Jaehyun will tell you in the right time.

Tonight, he's running a bit late. He got caught up in a meeting so when he got home you were already sleeping. He enters the apartment carefully, walking through the hallway and cracking the bedroom door slowly.

The lights were all off, the only light coming from outside but he can see your silhouette from under the blanket. Quickly but quietly he gets ready for bed, sliding beside you.

He turns sideways to watch you, eyes closed, face peaceful, breathing slow and quite. You're giving off the most serene aura, he can't think of anything else but you.

Your hand was resting open beside your head, he reaches a finger out to trace random patterns while still watching you. He missed you so much today, he don't want to wake you up but he wishes he can give you a hug.

He does that for quite some time, tracing things on your palm while watching you waiting for sleep to come to him too.

From random patterns, to short words. He's now tracing random words on your palm, like you always do with his. You always do it randomly, in public or when it's just the two of you. Most times you spell out the word 'I love you' on his palm, that was actually how you said it to him for the first time. It took him some time to finally realize it, and when he did looked over at you with a surprised look. Saying the same three words back at you.

Right now he traces the word 'mine' in yours, while his mind wonders just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He believes this isn't the only lifetime he'll love you, it isn't possible. Wishing hoping praying that in all alternate universes, however many there are, that version of him meets their version of you.

Suddenly feelings emotional, he sits up on the bed before reaching for something in the bedside drawer.

You're a light sleeper, especially when you're by yourself. The only time you really fall into deep sleep is when Jaehyun's with you. That's why when you hear some ruckus from Jaehyun's side, you wake up from your slumber

"Jae? You're home?" you mumble, your eyes still closed

"Did I wake you? Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep, I'm here" he whispers. He pulls you towards him, resting your head on his chest. You cuddle him more, making yourself comfortable again.

You listen to his heartbeat to lull yourself back to sleep when you feel him take your hand that was resting on him, he puts something on you before you feel his lips kiss your knuckles.

"What are you doing?" you mumble, opening one eye to peak at your hand only to see a ring that definitely wasn't there before you slept.

You open both eyes this time, sitting up to look at it then at Jaehyun

"Explain" you tell him, gesturing at your hand

"It's a promise ring, remember you used to wear one before we started dating. It took sometime but I finally replaced that one, I didn't want to freak you out on our first anniversary so I waited until now" he explains

"Is this real or am I dreaming?" you ask him

Jaehyun chuckles before sitting up, now face to face with you. He takes your cheeks in his hands before pulling you towards him for a kiss

"This is very very real, my love"

"It's so pretty" you pout at the ring, a simple band with a diamond on it. Like a leveled up version of the one you used to wear

"I'm glad you like it even though I kinda ruined the surprise" he tells you

"I thought it was an engagement ring, not gonna lie"

He kisses you one more time before he pulls you down, settling you on his chest once again. "We'll get there one day. This time I'll make sure it's a surprise"

"But I am surprised, I love this surprise"

"And I love you, that ring is a promise to keep my promise of forever with you. One day we'll get there, one day I'll watch you walk down the aisle to me" he mumbles against your forehead, sealing it with a kiss after

"I'd love that, and I love you too"

"Let's go to sleep now, dream of me okay?"

[nishinoya-is-baby]

🌸Restoration🌸

🌹Hi!!! This is dedicated to @yamagucji and our shared love of plants and nature! Go check their blog out and give them some love!🌹

🌺(Yamaguchi x GenderNeutral!reader) {TW: Mentions the death of reader’s cousin} Angst (this is my first angst, please be nice)->fluff (The italicized word/words after a flower are what the flower symbolizes, and the reader isn’t saying it!)🌺

🌼**Please be aware of the fact that flowers have different meanings based on your sources! My source is from a book where the author did research on the flowers and chose either the most common definition or the definition that made most sense to her!**🌼

Everyone knew of the garden. The massive 3-acre garden. The garden that had flowers, succulents, and various other plants. The garden that was open to all visitors on Saturdays. The garden who’s owner memorized the meanings and history of the flowers that graced it. The garden that held various activities for families and the elderly. The garden that gave so much, but took nothing. Everyone knew of the garden. The garden that closed it’s gate four months ago. The garden that was filled with dead plants. The garden that no longer had visitors. The garden that stopped holding events. The garden that had cracks in the once moist and rich soil. The garden who’s owner’s heart felt the pain of every fallen petal and every bug-ridden leaf.

The owner, Y/n, hadn’t had the mental or physical energy to tend to the large garden. Not after their cousin had passed away four months ago. Their cousin had been the co-owner of the garden, tending to the look of the garden. Had Y/n had it their way, the garden would be unruly, the pathways non-existent as the plants took over the land. Their cousin, however, knew that couldn’t happen. How would they hold all their activities if there was no place to sit or walk? Y/n’s cousin had died without warning, crushing them. After the news had reached Y/n, the garden was immediately closed, a sign taped to the gate saying, “Closed until further notice”. As Y/n’s mental health declined, so did the wellbeing of the garden. Before Y/n could even think about the garden, it had already died. Their beloved plants nothing but dried up scraps that blew around in the gated area. This broke their heart even more.

The garden incident happened two months ago. Four months had passed in total, and they knew they couldn’t live the way they were anymore. They knew their family was running out of excess money to give them. They knew the garden was calling to them louder and louder every day. They knew the innocent plants didn’t deserve the neglect they received. However, when they had tried to walk through the barren garden, they were hit with a wave of nausea. Memories flooding down from their brain into their throat, pushing into their lungs, forcing their way into their stomach. Y/n laid on a random path, shaking and gasping for air until they eventually fell asleep. They woke up two days later, the sour taste of stomach acid on their tongue, a pounding migraine, and an ache in their bones that would last for at least two weeks. After that, they stayed in their house, sleeping during the day and crying at night.

One thing did bring them joy, though. That thing, or rather person, was Yamaguchi Tadashi. They called him Dashi, per his request. He brought them groceries once a week and read to them every 3 days. He was also the one to convince their boss to not fire them and to just give them time. They met a couple of years ago when he came to the garden with a tall blonde boy. He soon became a regular at the garden, often following Y/n around, asking them questions about the flowers they memorized. They became friends quickly, hanging outside of the garden. Y/n remembered the time their cousin told them to ask Dashi out every time he came to read to them. Every day when they woke up to a text from him, they felt their heart heal just a little bit. He gave them the inspiration to keep going. The way he showed them soft and tender care, made them feel like the chills in their bones was slowly going away. They knew he loved them. The only issue was that they didn’t know how long it would take for them to get back on track and know that they truly loved him back. That was why Y/n was currently at a floral shop, about to design a personalized bouquet meant for the sweet and quiet boy. They had already practiced their speech in the morning and texted him to meet them at their local coffee shop.

“What would you like to be in your bouquet?” the nice florist asked. “May I have White Jasmine amiability, Hibiscus delicate beauty, Angelica inspiration, Aster patience, Bellflower gratitude, White Carnation sweet and lovely, Flax I feel your kindness, and Lily of the valley return of happiness, please?” they asked. After the florist gave them their bouquet, Y/n made their way towards the coffee shop. When they got there it was 12 in the afternoon. “Right on time,” Y/n thought. They saw Dashi sitting at a two-person table in a pretty empty corner. When he saw them walking towards him, he quickly got up and gave them a firm hug. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you inviting me places again!” he exclaimed. “Yea, it’s nice to be out again,” Y/n said. When they both sat down was when Y/n noticed a cup of (favorite hot drink) sitting on their side of the table. Yamaguchi noticed their gaze at the cup and let out a quiet, “I thought I’d order it early. I know this place makes their drinks too hot for you.” “Thank you, Dashi,” they said. “Of course! Who’s that bouquet for? You haven’t talked about flowers for a while now? Is everything okay?” Y/n smiled at the way his words were laced with both care and concern. “Well, this bouquet is for you, Dashi,” they said, handing the delicate flowers to him. “Oh! That’s really sweet of you, Y/n. Do you want to explain the flowers to me?” he asked, a blush gracing the soft skin on his cheeks. “The Jasmine means amiability, and it’s there because you’re so friendly to not only me but others, too. The Hibiscus means delicate beauty because you’re beautiful inside and out. The Angelica means inspiration because you inspire me to wake up and at least try to make things better. Aster means patience because you’ve stuck with me throughout this whole ordeal. Bellflower means gratitude because I’m grateful for you. White Carnation means sweet and lovely because that’s exactly what you are. Flax means I feel your kindness because anyone and everyone can feel your kind and loving heart from a mile away. Finally, Lily of the valley means return of happiness, because every time you talk to me, I feel the cracks in my heart feel a little less deep. Listen, I know you like me romantically. I would have to be blind to not see it. As much as I want to say I like you too, I can’t. My brain and heart are still feeling so many things, and I think I should focus on myself before I focus on if I have feelings for anyone in general. Thank you for being there for me. Maybe, when I’m better, we can go out on a date and see how things go. I guess I did all this just to ask you this question. Will you restore the garden with me?” Y/n asked. There was a silence between them for a few moments, but Y/n knew it was needed for him to process everything and arrange his thoughts. They both drank their drinks for a few minutes before Yamaguchi spoke up, saying “Thank you for the bouquet. It’s probably the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. As far as my feelings go, I respect your decision and maybe we can talk more about it when you’re ready. Hell yeah about the garden. I wouldn’t want to do anything else than to restore that place with you!” “Sounds great!”

After that interaction, the two immediately got to work. To say it was hard work would be an understatement. The first step was to get rid of all the dead plants and weeds that were still in the garden. It took about two weeks to get a majority of the junk out. He held them every time they started to break down. Whether it be sadness about their plants or memories of their cousin. When they were in a happier mood, they would chase Yamaguchi with a rake, both laughing their asses off. The second step was to remove the old and nutrient-deficient soil in the planters. this was probably the hardest step. Digging 3 inches into the soil of all the places designated for plants was a hard job. As the days went on, Y/n’s mental health improved. They knew that if their cousin was there, they would’ve been happy, and that made Y/n happy. Not only that, but as the restoration went on, Y/n and Yamaguchi became more flirty and comfortable with each other. He started staying the night at their house. His excuse being that he wanted to be there so he could jump straight into work in the morning. It took about 3 weeks of daily work to get all the soil out. Word had gotten out that there was something going on at the town’s beloved garden. People started a donation page for the garden, wanting to help out Y/n with the finances. The third step was to get new soil in the places where plants were going to be planted. This was the easiest step, as all they had to do what pour soil into the planters. This took about 4 days to do. Some might say that’s a long time to just pour dirt in certain places, but the whole garden was 3 acres with a majority of it being planters filled with flora. The fourth and final step was to choose the plants that would be put into the planters. This was Y/n’s favorite step. When choosing the plants, Y/n let Yamaguchi choose the succulents, vines, and other plants. Anything that wasn’t flowers. Y/n went on their own to get the flowers, knowing they had to get meaningful flowers. They ended up choosing the same flowers that were in the bouquet she made for Yamaguchi, Allium prosperity, Alyssum worth beyond beauty, Baby’s breath everlasting love, Pink carnation I will never forget you, Chervil sincerity, Coreopsis always cheerful, Cosmos joy in love and life, Everlasting pea lasting pleasure, Fennel strength, Feverfew warmth, Freesia lasting friendship, Hawthorn hope, Wisteria welcome, and a bunch of other flowers that had lovely meanings.

When they were putting in the last flower, their hands patting down the soil, getting closer and closer until their fingers interlocked. The earthly smell of the soil contrasted the sweetness of all the flowers. Bees had already found the gorgeous once more. Once they had both showered up, Y/n walked Yamaguchi toward the gate of the garden. Y/n delicately placed Yamaguchi’s hand on one side of the “Closed until further notice” sign and then placed theirs on the other side. All it took was a nod and smile from the two, and the sign fell to the ground. With the extra funding they received, they were able to advertise the reopening of the garden.

Both Y/n and Yamaguchi were ecstatic, beaming as people passed by them at the front gate. The day went perfectly, families were bonding, kids admired the beauty of the flowers while their parents simply basked in the calming aura of the garden, and elderly people enjoyed watching the insects and birds from the comfort of various benches. That night was when Y/n decided to have a serious talk with Yamaguchi. They had him sat down on their couch, sitting on the other side themselves. “So, you wanted to talk?” he asked, concerned that they weren’t happy with how the day went. “Yes. Let me go get your gift,” they said. When they returned, they held a bouquet in their hands. “Another bouquet? What’s the occasion?” asked Yamaguchi. “Well...I believe I’ve taught you enough for you to know the meanings of these flowers,” they said. It was true. Throughout their friendship and the time restoring the garden, Y/n taught Yamaguchi all they knew about plants. Specifically flowers. Yamaguchi stared at the bouquet before saying, “Agapanthus means love letter, Baby’s breath means everlasting love, Clove means I have loved you and you have not known it, Heliotrope means devoted affection, Jonquil means desire, Lilac means the first emotions of love, and Myrtle means love. If you’re trying to say what I think you’re saying, I’d love to hear you say it.” Y/n let out a deep sigh before saying, “Dashi, I love you. I realized it slowly as we rebuilt the garden. I feel as though the garden represents my heart, somehow. When my cousin died, the garden died too, along with my heart. When you helped restore it, though, you also helped restore my heart. All while finding your way into it. I’ve never been happier. Seeing the garden in full swing again is what my cousin would’ve wanted.” “Y/n, will you go out on a date with me?”

~Time skip 4 years~

“Y/n, do you take Tadashi Yamaguchi as your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do!” “And Tadashi, do you take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded spouse?” “I do!” They stood in the middle of their garden. Flowers representing love and devotion surrounded them. Family and friends applauded as the two kissed, sealing their marriage. When they stopped, Y/n saw butterflies flying around everyone. Somehow, they knew it was their cousin.

🍄Thank you for reading!🍄

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[kaunis-sielu]

What’s Next: 2

A/n: This fic requires YOUR help. At the end of each chapter there will be a bolded question where you, the reader, get to pick what happens next. In order for this fic to be a success you need to help me out.

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You give Bucky your number. Even if it goes nowhere you’re grateful to have someone who understands the stress of having their own business.

You’re back at the shop the next morning at open, thankfully Wanda can close tonight so you only have to be here until noon and then you’re going home to take a nap. A long nap. The early morning regulars come in, you chat with Stan for a while before the business people come rolling in. You hit a lull where it’s just a few older regulars are in the shop and you’re able to get a load of cups into the dishwasher and a new pot of coffee is brewing when the bell chimes again. You glance up and a smile stretches across your face as Scott Lang comes practically bouncing up to the desk.

“Hey! Heard your donation place is the shelter this month. Wanted to swing by and say thanks.” He says with a smile, Scott, his girlfriend Hope and his daughter run Crazy Paws animal shelter and you’d developed a friendship with the trio during your time volunteering at Crazy Paws.

“Yea, it’s been a couple of months so I figured now was a good time. How are things?” You ask before taking his order.

“Good, you should come by soon. Cassie has been asking about you.”

“Let me guess,” you say as you start on Scott’s order, “she’s found the perfect dog or cat for me.”

“It’s like you know my daughter.” He says with a laugh, “at least she hasn’t offered any reptiles since that first time.” You give a little shudder as you put his to go cup on the counter then start on Hope’s drink.

“Yea, I think the scream I let out was enough to keep that from happening again.” You say with a laugh, “I’m done at noon today and all I have on my schedule is a nap.”

“We’d love to see you.” He says, “oh, Cassie wanted a smoothie too. And can I get a half dozen muffins?”

“What flavor on the smoothie?”

“She likes that mango one.” You nod and get it started before turning back to him and grabbing a bag for the muffins pull open the display window.

“What do you want?”

“Let’s do two apple cinnamon, two chocolate cheesecake and two banana nut.” You bag them and hand them over before he hands you his credit card and you run it then grab the smoothie and a cup carrier.

“I was thinking, maybe I could try to whip up some dog and cat treats to give out here and at the shelter. It might help promote both of us?”

“That’s a great idea! We could split the costs of ingredients if you want!” That’s one of the things you’ve always loved about Scott, his enthusiasm.

“That’d work, maybe talk it over with Hope. I’ll keep doing my best to send people your way.”

“You’re a Saint.” He says giving your hand a quick squeeze before scooping up his order and heading for the door. “See you at 12:30! I’ll tell Cassie you’re coming!” He calls as he backs into the door to open it. You laugh and give him a wave.

So much for that nap.

Natasha comes in at noon and you’re out the door by 12:15. You’ve got the first week of donations with you, which you’re not the biggest fan of since it’s cash and you’re taking the bus but hopefully people will leave you alone. You’re standing at the stop when a motorcycle rolls up next to you, you don’t bother looking up but instead keep scrolling on your phone.

“You wound me Sugar.” His voice is teasing, “not even lookin up to admire,” your eyes meet his sparkling blue ones, “my bike.” He looks damn good on the matte black bike.

“Bucky. Hey.”

“Where ya headed Sugar?”

“Crazy Paws. I volunteer there and it’s been a while.”

“You wanna lift?” He asks with a smirk and a nod to the back of his bike.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all Sugar.” He says with a wink and when you still hesitate an older woman chimes in.

“Honey if you don’t take the ride I will.” Bucky laughs and shoots her a wink of her own and she chuckles.

“You pay her?” Ask him with an arched brow causing another round of laughter.

“He doesn’t need to. I’ve got eyes.” The woman says and you shake your head.

“Do you have another helmet?” You relent and Bucky swings one of those strong legs over the bike and opens the seat. He passes you the helmet before climbing back onto his bike. You strap the helmet on and slide on behind him.

“Hold on tight Sugar.” He says as you wrap your arms around his very fit torso, then you’re off.

It’s thrilling being on the back of Bucky’s bike. You can feel the power of the machine and you can feel how much strength it takes him to maneuver it on the busy streets. You’re not going to lie, it’s attractive and you get to the shelter much faster than you normally would.

“Feel free to call me if you need a ride home Sugar.” He says once you’ve returned his helmet and he’s climbed back onto the bike.

“Scott usually brings me home. They don’t live too far from me.”

“Okay. Well if you change your mind.”

“I’ll call.” You promise and he gives you one of those knee melting smiles.

You head into the shelter and are greeted by very excited squeals from Cassie who launches herself at you and wraps her arms around your waist in a tight hug. “Hey Cassie.” You laugh, so does the extremely handsome, light brunette haired man. He’s got a volunteer apron on over his jeans and fitted blue tee. You give him a smile before looking back down at Cassie.

“Hi. My dad said you were going to come by today! We have a new cat I want you to meet. I think he’d be perfect at the coffee shop.”

“Let me drop off the donation money to Hope and then you can show me.” Cassie nods and bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet. You move to the office where Hope is frantically gathering leashes up and when you enter the office she looks up.

“Oh thank god.” She breathes, “I need a huge favor.”

“Name it.”

“We just got a call about a dozen puppies abandoned and both Scott and I need to go. Can you stay here with Cassie and the new volunteer? Just don’t let anyone adopt any animals, keep Cassie on her chores and help the volunteer, uh, Steve, if he needs it.”

So, what do you do? Do you stay and help or do you go home?

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[alvaar-aldaviir]

First Bite (Vampire AU)

Based from this post. Because I can’t be trusted @ffxiv-writers.

Time Frame: Heavensward. No Spoilers. AU

Notes: A dumb vampire AU where the twins are older and dhampire’s. Vampires are the upper class and respected academics/mages in Sharlayan and so quite respected there, but wary mistrust everywhere else. Dhampire’s do not need blood to survive, but to replenish their magic. Everything else in the story is the same, more of an exploratory ‘what if’ because we ALL know vampires are kinda hot and I have no self control.

Just a self-indulgent bit of writing for that first bite scenario, after a heated battle against the Dravanians in early HW.

Cross posted to Ao3.

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“You going to be alright?” Alvaar asked softly, studying the Arcanist still slumped against the side of the bed closer to the fire. He’d done his best to patch the larger holes torn into the long-abandoned cabin in the Coerthas Western Highlands, but even then the blizzard raging outside still blew frigid air through.

He wasn’t overly surprised when he only got a mute nod from the pale Elezen. Alphinaud hadn’t spoken much since he’d collapsed in the snows after a fourth abrupt bout with the Dravanian Horde during their scouting mission. With a barely breathing dhampire in his arms, unfamiliar terrain, and a storm rolling in, Alvaar had been given little choice but to try and hole up somewhere to wait it out. Finishing tacking up one of his spare oil skins over one of the shattered windows for insulation, he hopped down off a chair and moved closer. Tossing a few more logs on the fire and tugging the tipped over long table a bit closer to help reflect more heat into the sheltered alcove he’d made from what surviving furniture remained. It wouldn’t be the most lavish of accommodations, but there was plenty of wood to keep them from freezing to death and they wouldn’t be buried under snow. That would be good enough to get them through.

“Jerky?” he offered, holding the wax paper bag he dug out of his pack in offer. “Otherwise I might have enough stuff on me to cook something,” he continued, finding a seat beside him on the floor.

Still buried under the thick blanket Alvaar had wrapped him up in earlier, Alphinaud shook his head slowly, gaze fixed on some far-off point through the floor.

“You should eat something Alphinaud. And don’t start with a ‘only the blood of the living’ crap I’ve seen you eat scones and tea,” Alvaar chided.

“I eat solid foods yes. But it would be a waste right now. I won’t keep it down,” he murmured.

That made the Bard still before ducking his head to study him with concern. “You sick? You said earlier it was magic depletion. That’s a rest and eat well situation Leveilleur. I can do a broth or something instead?”

Again, he shook his head, seeming a touch more annoyed but breathing out a slow sigh before he winced with discomfort. “I... I’m afraid I didn’t account for this much difficulty in our travels. And in light of recent days and troubles it has been difficult to acquire fresh stock...” he mumbled.

Staring at him for a long moment, Alvaar finally piped in with a flat, “You need blood.”

The dhampire’s ears twitched, a faint flush coloring his face as he ducked his head. “I... I’ll be fine. It will be difficult, but I can make it until we get back to Ishgard. The shipment Urianger was orchestrating must have arrived by now.”

A long moment of silence stretched out between them, Alvaar chewing on another bite of jerky as he mulled it over before washing it down with a swig from his canteen and slapping a hand to the floor.

“Well, people got to eat,” Alvaar offered with a much calmer tone than he really felt. “It’s just a bit of blood, right? Nothing fatal?”

Alphinaud blinked at him in surprise, the first proper look Alvaar had gotten of him and the red of his eyes was a stark shift from the deep blue he was familiar with. It was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck prickle uncomfortably, but he refused to let it show.

A few stunned moments ticked past before the Arcanist was nodding. “Y-Yes. I mean no, I mean... of course it’s nothing fatal I’m not savage,” he scoffed at last before his expression muted back out with a faint wince.

Alvaar studied him silently, noting the slightly hunched posture and the way the Elezen’s arms were wrapped at his stomach. He seemed almost sick from the Bards point of view, and in some manner he probably was. Alvaar was familiar with the feeling of starving after all, the gnawing almost sickening ache of an overly empty stomach...

“Then I’ll help,” he stated promptly. “Or donate, whatever you want to call it. What do you need me to do? Get a knife? Offer my neck? What?”

Staring at him in puzzled discomfort for a moment the Arcanist sighed heavily. “Nothing so dramatic... in fact I, well, I prefer drinking from a glass honestly that’s how I’ve consumed blood for years,” he mused aloud.

“... Holy shit do you just have fucking wine bottles of blood lying around in your fancy mansion in Sharlayan? Have you ever served it to a non-vampire?” Alvaar asked, tone purposely upbeat to keep them both distracted and given the nervously amused snort that escaped the pale Elezen it must have worked.

“In a fashion, yes I suppose so, and no. We’ve never mixed up the bottles. ... but a knife would be wasteful I think. It would also hurt more, and I would really rather... Just your arm please? If you’re certain...” he murmured, keeping his gaze lowered and obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable.

“Hey, what’s a little blood among friends hm? Sides, it’s better than the alternatives. I’d rather not see any problems today and, well starving sucks,” Alvaar murmured, holding his arm over after slipping it free from his coat and rolling up his sleeve.

The fingers that lightly gripped his wrist were eerily cold, enough to almost make the Bard flinch but he refrained given how guilty Alphinaud already seemed about the whole thing. And it wasn’t a big deal, it would be like a trip to the chirurgeons... just where needles were teeth... apparently...

“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this,” the Arcanist murmured, thumb trailing along the inside of the Bards wrist almost like he was measuring something. Then he was drawing Alvaar’s arm up even as he lowered his head, mouth opening wide and-

‘Have his canines always been that long?’ Alvaar wondered with a start, watching in morbid fascination as elongated canines set to his skin and-

“Ah!” he hissed before he could stop himself, gritting his teeth and still stubbornly staying put by force of will at the burning pinpricks he felt in his arm. The pain only doubled when the Arcanist jerked away abruptly at the sound.

“Sorry! Twelve above, sorry Alvaar I-” he apologized immediately.

“Don’t worry about it, just a reflex. Do what you gotta kid,” Alvaar cut in, lifting his arm a bit for emphasis. “Rude to waste food, right?” he joked.

The glower he got in return made him grin even as his heart was thumping instinctively with fear.

“I meant sorry because I haven’t done this in some time and I’ve sort of forgotten the steps...” the Arcanist grumbled, a faint flush of embarrassment on his face. “Just... don’t judge, it’ll help.”

Alvaar had been about to question it before falling silent at the wet heat of a tongue lapping over the wound. He winced again on reflex, but the sting was already fading to leave only the pleasant warmth of the man’s mouth against his skin.

“Oh... that’s, neat?” he murmured, still morbidly entranced by the whole situation.

Alphinaud made a soft sound, more to let him know he’d heard him than for anything else. Darker eyes flicked to the Bard pointedly as he lifted his head slightly. “Better?”

“Yea. It’s fine.”

“Good. ... Could you... oh, never mind,” he huffed.

“Could I what?” he pressed.

“I was going to ask if you could look away but somehow, I doubt you would,” Alphinaud mumbled sheepishly.

Blinking at him in confusion, the Bard snorted when it clicked. “Don’t bite people much huh?”

It earned a flat scowl. “Not particularly. Were things not so dire I would prefer to just weather it out but... with all of the fighting since we arrived, I’ve depleted my aether reserves. Even half vampires still have slower aetheric recuperation than most every other creature-”

“Not that this isn’t fascinating but maybe explain it once you’re done?” Alvaar cut in pointedly. “Honestly, I think it’s more surprising you’re not just fixated on my blood.”

“I am,” Alphinaud shot back a bit sharper than he meant and quickly looking away. “... It just... helps. To think about other things and not the fact I’m starving. Wouldn’t you pace yourself so you don’t make yourself sick?”

“... Would you get sick?” Alvaar returned, tilting his head a bit in puzzlement.

“I... no, but what could happen would be worse and I would rather it not happen.”

“Lose control you mean,” the Bard continued flatly, taking the faint flush on the other Elezen’s face as a yes. “Listen I won’t hesitate to punch you in the fucking face if you start gnawing up my arm. This buffet ain’t open and it ain’t free.”

“You say while insisting I hurry up and drink...” Alphinaud returned drily.

“And you should before my senses come back to me and I change my mind. That’s my draw arm I’m offering and it’s going to be a pain in the ass firing while injured.”

“You won’t be injured,” the Arcanist returned promptly before setting his teeth back to Alvaar’s arm and this time he barely felt a thing. Well, he felt something distantly, like his arm was locally numb and he registered the pressure, but he could still clearly feel the softness of lips and tongue against his skin and-

It was a little unsettling how those smut novels were rather on point. It was sort of... sensual wasn’t it?

Looking off abruptly, the Bard resolved himself to not think about it. It was just to help a friend. A very annoying prat of a friend that also happened to be a half vampire or dhampire or... whatever it was. Certainly nothing to get this bothered over. Unless…

“... Wait, there isn’t some passive enchantment shit is there?” he asked, looking back at the snowy haired Elezen. Who wasn’t listening and seemed rather intent on the whole blood thing now...

Shite.

“Hey. There isn’t some mind control shit in all this right?” he asked again, louder and tapping Alphinaud’s shoulder as he tried not to panic.

Thankfully, it got his attention, pulling away with a parting lick and wavering sigh. “Beg pardon?” he asked, blue eyes back to normal but dark and vibrant and honestly if Alvaar needed to find words to describe the soft breathy way he spoke and look he was giving it would be something akin to ‘hour two of marathon sex.’ The urge to ask if he wanted a cigarette almost overrode any sense of propriety.

His question dropped off his mind as he noted the clarity of his own thoughts against the warm and almost sleepy look of the dhampire sitting next to him. If anyone here was charmed it wasn’t himself… And hadn’t Minfillia mentioned something about the Echo protecting his mind from outside intrusion in the past? … Damnit. He wasn’t supposed to be the one panicking here.

“You okay?” he asked carefully after shaking himself free from the thoughts.

“Fine. Perfectly fine,” Alphinaud replied, finally seeming to settle fully into the present and glancing down to where his fingers were still curled around the Bards wrist before lowering a hand to his tome. The healing spell was faint, but still as quiet and warm as the times before as it sealed the two pinpricks of blood before he let go and shifted away a few feet. “Thank you, um, yes, sorry for that and not to be rude but please stay over there for a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Alvaar murmured slowly. “But you’re fine?”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re not going to savage me...”

“Of course not.”

“So...?” Alvaar pressed after a few moments.

“.... What?” Alphinaud asked, giving him a wary look.

“I don’t get a critique on the vintage?” he joked.

 “Alvaar don’t ask that...”

“Why not?”

“Because I really don’t enjoy hurting people contrary to public opinion of my kind and it’s a little hard to remember it when you taste that good,” he returned flatly before pausing, another faint flush coloring his face before he was hugging his knees to his chest in a sulk.

“.... You know I thought I would be... So, is it more like trying to pin down a liquid flavor or a solid flavor?” Alvaar continued anyway.

“We are not having this conversation Aldaviir.”

“I see how it is. Here I am, putting myself out on the line and-”

“Alvaar.” It’s said firmly but there was a touch of anxiety underneath, a note the Bard doesn’t miss in part because it’s reflected in the nervous gaze he’s getting. The glitter of ocean blue over the top of his knees where he’s still hunched over, arms wrapped around his legs and making himself as small as possible.

It’s not the first time he notices how naive and inexperienced the dhampire can be, but it is the first time he thinks perhaps the Arcanist may be more concerned over what makes him different than Alvaar ever was.

He blinks, meeting that worried gaze for a long moment before glancing away to study the fire instead. “You’re right, I shouldn’t tease you. I’m sorry that was out of line.” The quiet crackles of the fire and howling winds outside are the only thing to fill the minutes of silence that stretch between them.

“... How do you make jokes about it?”

The whispered question almost doesn’t reach Alvaar’s ears, but it does and he gives the Arcanist a puzzled look anyway.

“The people of Eorzea... They fear my kind. They only begrudgingly accepted any help from my Grandfather because the situation was so desperate, and they didn’t know what he was. Surely they might suspect it but they would never ask. The only ones here aside from the Scions that know what I am is you...” he murmured, carrying on when Alvaar remained quiet. “When my sister and I first arrived, we came across a caravan being overrun by bandits. The situation was so bleak, and the night was so dark, we had little choice but to use our powers to help them.”

Voice trailing off, the Arcanist buried himself a bit further into the blanket he’d been given. “They screamed. They called us monsters. When everything was over, they tried to kill us too. Alisaie said she wasn’t surprised. The ignorance of Eorzeans has always been a problem she said. But... I started to understand why.

“We don’t think of it much in Sharlayan, where vampires are accepted parts of society. Mortals donate blood freely and it’s preserved and kept openly. Many of the great advancements in aetherology have been made with mortal and vampire scholars working together. There’s no reason to be afraid of vampires because it’s taught to us from the day we’re born not to hurt others. Why would we have to take what’s freely given? We give back our achievements and research freely in exchange. We fight and work together. It’s a cardinal sin to turn someone into a vampire, or to willfully harm someone. Punishable by death or exile at the very least, a sentence that may as well mean death. But the people of Eorzea don’t see that. They only see us as monsters... as something approaching voidsent... So why don’t you? Why aren’t you afraid?”

Studying him quietly for a moment Alvaar pushed himself closer. Pausing briefly when Alphinaud tensed before carefully looping an arm around the Arcanist’s shoulders and pulling him into his side. Settling his cheek against soft white hair he blew out a faint sigh.

“You’re not a monster Alphi, you’re my friend. I made a promise to you and Tataru both when we fled to Coerthas. That I would keep you safe and protect you. I don’t make those sorts of promises to people I don’t trust and care about. What you are doesn’t change who you are right? As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a friend with some interesting dietary needs.”

Blinking at nothing in particular, the dhampire made a slight annoyed face Alvaar couldn’t see but could hear. “It’s vaguely insulting to hear you distill my troubles down to something so base.”

Alvaar gave a soft snort of amusement. “Sorry. Not my intent. It’s just... not a big deal to me personally Alphi. The world at large has its reasons, and I’ll admit I was wary at first but we’re really not that different. Sides, whatever you took I feel fine so it doesn’t seem that big a deal to me.”

“Your blood is... unusually aether rich,” Alphinaud commented after a moment. “It wouldn’t take very much.”

“No shit? Well, I barely cast magic anyway, so I guess that’s fortunate for next time,” Alvaar returned easily.

“Next time?” The incredulous look on the Arcanist’s face had the Bard trying extremely hard not to laugh.

“Yea next time. There always ends up being a next time for this sort of stuff. Gods, read a book Leveilleur,” Alvaar joked, pulling away enough to steal part of the blanket and readjust it over both their shoulders.

“What sort of books are you reading where there’s an invariable need to take blood from someone ‘next time?’” he persisted, frowning as he was once again pulled into the Bard’s side.

Ruffling fluffy white strands absently, Alvaar stretched out a bit, crossing one boot over the other and settling back against the broken bed frame. Leaning his cheek against Alphinaud’s head, he gave a faint squeeze of the arm around him. “Come on, quit fussing and get some sleep.”

“That’s not you answering my question Alvaar,” he complained.

“I have my sources. Now hush, we should get some sleep while we can.”

The Arcanist blew out an irritated breath but didn’t argue it further. Though he did make a reasonable effort by the way he shifted and the several bothered huffs he made as he got comfortable of letting Alvaar know he was beyond annoyed. It just made the Bard chuckle in amusement, again ruffling soft strands gently before closing his eyes and slipping into the easy light sleep that was waiting to claim him faster than usual.

It made him miss when the Arcanist finally eased into his side, shifting a bit closer into the Bard’s warmth before falling into a quiet sleep himself.

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 64 - PIT

We, as Buffalo Sabres fans, have reached the point in the season where we shout down those who give updates on the playoff race. Eight points back on a playoff spot with less then twenty games to go is the point at which it came this season. The outlook gets too bleak at a certain point and we all switch over to Draft Talk. Late February was that moment for us this season. I will spare you the petty optimism of recapping how farther along in the season that bleakness threshold is than in most recent years and just say that as I have accepted this reality, I’ve seen a new silver lining. Not to brag, but I got a question of mine answered on the 31 Thoughts Podcast (2/28/19 in case your interested) and the answer industry insider Elliotte Friedman gave me was actually pretty satisfactory. And that my friends, is what we call a tease. The breakdown of that and the greater considerations of this team right now is coming up after the recap so stick with me. It maybe hard to talk trash when you feel like trash about your team but here it goes: Pittsburgh, your greed is absurd. Two Stanley Cups in three years and you’re panicking that you don’t look too hot in the fourth year. Us Sabres fans are wrapping up our rebuild at the speed of smell and a playoff victory over you narcs would be the morale boost you dream of. This series would probably be a boring defensive slog in spite of the names Crosby, Malkin, Eichel and Skinner but when the Sabres make you slog they’re at their best. Buffalo would relish ushering in the end of the Penguins Era and welcoming back the scores of Western New York hockey fans who bolted your way in the late 2000s. Sabres in 6! Now back to tonight’s matchup: a stunningly fun matchup for the far side of the bleakness threshold!

The first goal of this game felt really special. Obviously, it wasn’t special because of who scored it: Jack Eichel has scored many goals and will score many more. It was a play that materialized because of a turnover but get this… NOT a Sabres turnover. Imagine that, right? Jack scores his 23rd goal of the season after a turnover and a lay up from #23. Jack sniped it high over Matt Murray’s shoulder. This game had kinetic pacing. The possession was all over the place but this time it was fun chaotic possession. Brian Duff mentioned before the game the amount of roster turnover the Penguins have gone through. Obviously that team takes making the playoffs quite a bit more seriously at the present moment and their fight for the last spot mobilized Jim Rutherford to trade like a madman. One of these such guys, someone I was surprised to discover is now playing for Pittsburgh, was Nick Bjugstad. He got the puck in front of the Sabres net from another new Penguin, Juuso Riikola, and shot it far side on Linus Ullmark. In spite of Pittsburgh’s domination in shots and faceoffs the Sabres would score next when Conor Sheary flipped the puck in via a pass from Kyle Okposo. I always enjoy a goal against a former team and it wouldn’t be Sheary’s last tally of the night.

The middle period was the home team trying to calm down the game a little bit and take control. It worked for most of the period. It was a Matt Hunwick interference call on Sidney Crosby that gave Patric Hornqvist the powerplay opportunity to even it. It was the same kind of situation that put the Penguins ahead on yet another powerplay a little over a minute later when the Pittsburgh Captain himself scored. It was 3-2 going into the third and the basic stats of this game make you think this has to be over. Pittsburgh was laying it on and let’s just be real: has luck been on the Sabres side lately? Nonetheless it’s a 60-minute game and the final frame would be instrumental. As the period went on the Sabres narrowed the shot gap and would outshoot the opposition. There were several instances you think Buffalo was about to get the equalizer. Evan Rodrigues was beating down the door. Jeff Skinner got a saucy shot from point blank when Murray was out of the way. A diving defender is who saved it and it looked like that Penguin grabbed it with his glove on the line. It wasn’t reviewed and this game went to the final three minutes 3-2. Then a shot came ringing down from the blue line straight down the center and past the visiting netminder. It looked like Sheary could have redirected it in… but no, this goal goes to the new kid. Brandon Montour got credit for his first goal as a Sabre in his first game in Buffalo. It was exuberant and I grabbed my seat in the final minutes of play just waiting for the response. It didn’t come. For the first time in a hot… month and a half(?) … I felt fully into this game as went into OT. It looked like they could win it. There was no shortage of heart-stopping drama in the extra period. A puck almost ended it for the Penguins off some dude’s forehead. Rasmus Ristolainen made some confounding moves. Just as it started to look like it might go to the shootout the former Penguin Conor Sheary saw Phil Kessel lazily skating in front of Murray. Screening and out of position Kessel opened the window for Sheary to shoot through. Goal. 4-3 Sabres win it in overtime! Or did they? There was a challenge for offsides that the broadcast never showed any relevant footage on; you know, because we’re not allowed happiness as Sabres fans, right now? The challenge failed and the victory held up. Funny thing, going to OT gave the Pens one point, that was enough for them to knock the Hurricanes out of the last remaining playoff spot for now. Small victories, right?

So how about what I teased at the start: I asked the 31 Thoughts Podcast: How do the Sabres recover from having such a great start before missing the playoffs for the eighth straight year? Friedge responded as bluntly as my question was asked. He said the best anecdote is probably making sure it doesn’t become a ninth straight year out. Friedge also mentioned the promising core and the massive step forward Jack Eichel has taken before every Insider’s mandatory cautionary statement about making sure you keep Jeff Skinner. Folks, the optimistic line (the line I always take) post-bleakness threshold is that this is a development year. We’re overcooking the upcoming stars in Rochester and elsewhere to build up to what must be the first season the Jason Botterill regime puts the emphasis on the NHL club next year. I know next year is the almost a religious chant in this City by now but optimists like me have to believe 2019-2020 is the first season the Front Office here is actually going to demand a playoff berth. Yea, it’s an awfully convenient explanation post-bleakness threshold but the Montour trade and what expiring deals will demand is a busy Draft and Free Agency will make this conclusion widely accepted by the time your reading the Offseason Retrospective in late August or Early September. It’s painful to consider how it will be another season without a Post-Season in April considering how certain that seemed in November but the excuse that Botts is still healing the sins of the Tim Murray Era works for about another season. As Friedge said, the worst answer is probably the best answer: if you fail at something eight times that you have to achieve the best route is to ask yourself how is it not going to be nine times?

Yea, that might be the biggest question mark I’ve ever typed. I think that’s the question Botts is asking himself right now. Nonetheless, with another game against Toronto tomorrow I’m sure we’ll have some vitriolic hate driving us to not mope. I know I am guilty of it too: moping because we’re over that bleakness threshold and there was so much hope a few short months ago. Well, I’m tired of it. For real this time: I’m not going to count the burdens and disappointments on this organization like some kind of masochist. This can be fun, even when the playoffs are likely out of reach now, this watching Sabres games thing can be fun. They proved it to us tonight. Like, share and comment on this blog. Tell me if I’m being too optimistic. Tell me I’m high on the fumes of this win. Tell me I’m a crazy Sabres fan. I’m not going to stop tweeting about soccer but that doesn’t mean I’m done with these Sabres yet and neither should you be, no matter which side of the bleakness threshold we’re on. Did I coin a new term tonight? I don’t know, the only thing that matters right now is if this win can get stacked with another one tomorrow. Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Seeing all the Bald for Bucks stuff at this game brings me back to when I went Bald for Bucks in college. It’s a great cause for cancer charities and I recommend you donating even if you don’t want to shave the flowing lochs.

[deeeelightfuldee]

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? he raped me, so I kinda don’t have any desire to text him

Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? yes! K did one time. MAN that meant the world to me.

Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend? yup. many times.

Who was the first person you talked to today? K. I woke up early cus I’m trying to get off my sleeping pills and I kept my shades up. When I woke up I had a long stream of messages from K pouring out his thoughts, which honestly was the most welcomed surprise. He had been SO CLOSED OFF lately and it was eating me alive, so to see that he carved out some time to put his thoughts to words, was one of the most incredible ways to wake up, especially after the ways things have been the last 6 mos. I had like an hour to just quietly be still and message back n forth. 

How many text messages are in your inbox? a lot. I keep trying to delete threads. I long to be the kind of person who has like 2 active threads and that way all the new ones are simply answered and deleted.

Will this week be a good one? that’s the goal. It’s a hard one so far, but I think my brain is just SO desperate to return to homeostasis and being happy again, that i’m just trying to grasp every shred of hope I can.

What was the last movie you watched and with who? I’m watching sleepless in seattle cus it helps put me into good dreams and I watch it alone.

Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? uhhhhhhhhhhhh.. well doing the questions tonight was really meaningful to me. The guy at mickeys remembering me was sweet. getting rid of so many car fulls of donations has been great.

What are you wearing right now? jammies.

Do you want to see somebody right now? yeah. invited him and everything

When’s the last time you cried? approximately a half hour ago

Will you regret your next kiss? i really don’t get when this question is asked. why would i? 

Are you a forgiving person? lol don’t ask K this. he might feel differently, but I think I am? I try really hard to be. 

Do you currently have feelings for anybody? i do. 

When was the last time you changed in front of someone? i HATE to do that. like it is one of my most significant insecurities.

Are you the youngest person living in your house? I am

Have you ever liked someone older than you? that’s my preference

Who did you last fall asleep with? with? uhhhhhh I’m goin to guess Dutch when he slept in my bed. but like adult wise? Justin

Would you hug the last person you hugged again? i genuinely can’t remember when I was last hugged.

Now your cell phone, what color is it? uuuuuhhh hold on lemme snap off the case. oOoOo it’s a very pretty silver I think

Who were you last in a car with? probably mom

Who did you text most today? K

Do you have a reason to smile right now? I was very lucky for so long. that’s cool

Did a boy or a girl text you last? boy

Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them? hm. I don’t think so. He SO wanted a kiss and it bothered him I wasn’t into doing that. But I knew I was going to break off our dating cus he kept talking about how he thought it was OK that he held a gun to his sisters boyfriend when he pushed her. idk that didn’t sit well with me.

When was the last time something bothered you? now lol

Would you rather love one person, or have many short relationships? one

Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you: taller

Can you be your complete self around the person you like? i can’t anymore, no. but I was able to for like what, 7ish years?

Are you wearing makeup? no

What color was the last vehicle you were in? silver

Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind? yea

When was the last time you got high? never unless I was maybe like from pain meds the doctors gave me

What’s a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? ambitious

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? oooooof. no. but I think about it every day. but hard to kiss someone who is like 700 miles away

Do you always answer your phone? not usually. I do for my brothers or my mom or gram or K or nathan. 

Does anyone ever spell your name wrong? usually people like to put 2 n’s.

Will you be up before 7AM tomorrow? I mean off and on likely yes

In the past week have you cried? only about 3457 times.

Do you get along with your parents? I get along very well with mom most of the time. I don’t talk to my dad

What was the last thing you looked up on YouTube? the song “she’s gone” by hall and oates 

Any upcoming vacations? no.

What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? I like strong hands, strong posture, kind eyes, a cute smile, etc.

Do you have alcohol in your house? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa LOT. which is interesting considering we probably have collectively 5 drinks the whole year MAYBE between 3 people.

What’s the closest pink object to you? pillowcase

What makes you the happiest right now? seeing K message me.

Are you mad at someone right now? no

Are you ticklish? unfortunately. it really bothers me to be tickled.

Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? my nephews/niece

Would your life be the same without alcohol? yeah. I really don’t care about drinking. I could eliminate it entirely and not notice a difference.

Have you had “the best night of your life? what, like tonight? no I’d say saying goodbye to a nearly decade long friendship is not grounds for best night of my life.

What was the first thing you thought this morning? “i wonder if K is up.”

What were you doing at 2AM last night? just about to go to sleep.

The shirt you’re wearing, does anyone else have it? So its a v-neck pretty old from old navy. It was an exclusive online and they hardly had any so if anyone has kept it this long, there wouldn’t be many people.

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? no. zero interest in anything altering my brain.

Could you go a month without cursing? shore thing

Ever been out of your state? lol. many many many times.

Do you plan on getting drunk or high tonight? no. 

Toilet papered someones house? no.

Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning? morning if I have any intention of my hair looking decent. Night if I want to sleepSO good. I’d love to take two (like someone else boujee I know) but I don’t have my own shower. the shower I use is in someone else’s bathroom which is connected to their bedroom. So I feel it would be a huge inconvenience 

Have you been to New York City? no. 

Can you go a day without laughing? if you asked me this 6 mos ago I would FIRMLY say no. I am an extremely happy and upbeat person. but man these months have just altered me to my core and this isn’t who I want to be. right now, I go dayssssssss without even chuckling.

Is there anybody you wish you would be spending time with right now? yea

Are you tired? a tiny bit.

How many tattoos would you get? none.

Do you get drunk every weekend? i’ve not been drunk in a long time.

Have you held hands with someone in the past 24 hours? no

Who was the last person you high fived? a nephew of mine

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? none

Do you know how to drive? mhmm.

Will next Friday be a good one? uhhhhhh as far as I know there’s nothing planned. so probably. 

Who was the last person to wink at you? the guy at Mickeys lol

[dontshootmespence]

Silence Is Not An Option

A/N: I rarely take requests after they close, but this is an exception. After the shooting in Las Vegas, I considered writing something to get out my feelings, and then I had a request to do so with Spencer reacting to the news, considering he is from Las Vegas.

                                                              ----

His brain was spinning as the lights and words twisted across the screen.

27 Dead. More Than 300 Injured. And there was still more to come.

The deadliest shooting in U.S. history.

Again.

Didn’t this just happen last year?

Even on cases, there were few times where he was rendered speechless, but as Spencer kept his eyes glued to the screen, his mouth couldn’t help but drop open, his tongue washing over his bottom lip as the terror washed across the screen.

Hundreds and hundreds of people went to have a good time and now at least 52 of them would never be able to go home, all because some asshole got his hand on way more guns than was ever necessary for one human being. 

Emily flipped through the stations on the TV, nearly ever single one counting off the number of dead, wounded and missing individuals. “Holy fuck.” Sitting back in his chair, Spencer lifted his hand to his cheek, surprised when he pulled his hand away and saw that it was wet. 

Then he blinked - and the tears fell.

“Reid?” Emily asked.

There had been shootings before, but something about it being in his hometown made his heart ache even more. “How does this keep happening?” He asked. He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, and it was barely audible over the hum of the disaster on the screen. “When will it stop?”

“I don’t know,” Luke replied, sitting down at the table next to Spencer and staring at the television in horror. 

Again, he wasn’t used to feeling speechless. Although his job was the kind to take its toll, there were few cases that made his heart feel hollow. Clearing his throat, he stood up from the table, no longer trying to keep the tears at bay. “I need a breather.”

Emily nodded, telling him to take as much time as he needed to compose himself. Everyone else was going to be doing the same. His mother was fine, and he knew it - she was sitting at Bennington back home, but something about this made him feel the need to talk to her, so as he walked out of the building for some fresh air, he dialed his mother’s home. “Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. May I speak to Diana Reid?”

“Of course, Spencer. Hold on one second.”

While he waited for his mother to answer the phone, the chaos and helplessness of the concert-goers plagued his mind. He’d been in the line of fire before, but he’d chosen the risk; he’d decided to put up with the possibility, and  probability, because he wanted to help others, but none of those people had chosen this - but apparently that was the world they lived in now. “Hello, Spencer,” Diana said when she answered the phone. “We just spoke two days ago. Did you see the news?”

“Yea, mom. How is everyone over there?”

“Well, the ones that are lucid are distraught. No one is really saying anything. I just can’t believe this keeps happening. Didn’t something happen in Florida recently?”

Spencer sighed heavily. “Yes, at a gay nightclub in Orlando. Just last year. And at that point, that one was considered the deadliest shooting in U.S. history. Now this.”

“What happened?” She asked. “In Vegas. I don’t understand. How did he get so many guns?”

That was the question wasn’t it. “It’s what’s known as the ‘gun show loophole,’” he started, sickened by the fact that it actually had a name because it was so prevalent. “Most states don’t require a background check to buy a gun. They can choose to implement it, but it’s not required. Although we don’t know for sure, because it’s too early to tell, it’s likely he got many of his guns at a gun show.”

“Why do they keep saying that he must’ve been mentally ill?” She asked angrily. “Maybe he was just an asshole!”

Spencer chuckled at his mother’s frankness. Media constantly wanted to find a reason for something like this, but if there was one thing he learned as a profiler above all else, it was that sometimes there was no reason. “He definitely could’ve just been an asshole,” he said. “Frankly, I think that’s likely. Even as a profiler it’s difficult for me to figure out what his motive was. The point is it needs to stop.”

Diana hesitated, seemingly trying to process what Spencer was saying. “The government is never going to get rid of guns, are they?” She asked sadly.

“It’s not about getting rid of them, Mom,” Spencer said, feeling a rant coming on. “It’s about having about having the right restrictions. Hell, I’m in law enforcement. I believe that law enforcement and the military should be allowed guns, with rigorous training of course, but they need them, but there’s no need for a random man on the street to have access to a semi-automatic or automatic weapon. It’s about having the right restrictions, including closing the gun show loophole.” As he continued to rant, the tears were stinging at the corners of his eyes, but he wasn’t sad so much as angry. 

Virginia Tech.

Sandy Hook.

San Bernardino.

Orlando.

Aurora.

And all of those had just been in the last five years. It was absurd. Each and every time, people would try and bring up gun control laws, and it’s never been the time. Well, then when the fuck is the time?! Spencer spun around and hit the wall, hissing at the pain. “What was that?” Diana asked. “Are you okay?”

“I just hit my hand against the wall. I’m okay. I’m just so tired.”

“Oh honey, you need some sleep,” she said. “You should go home and get some rest.”

Not that kind of rest. 

Wiping the tears away, Spencer could tell his mother needed to get off the phone. He didn’t want to upset her anymore. “I think I’ll do that. Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

When he got off the phone, he returned upstairs to his teammates. “You okay?” Rossi asked.

“As much as I can be,” he replied sadly. “I’m just so sick of the hatred. It’s tiring. And we need gun control.”

Rossi rolled his eyes. “We needed gun control 20 years ago, but apparently an amendment made when guns held one bullet still stands today for some reason.”

When would it end?

                                                             ----

Later that night, Spencer scanned article after article, trying to decipher a reason for the massacre, but as he’d told his mother, there was none. 

He felt so helpless. 

There was so little he could do.

He wasn’t back in Vegas, so he couldn’t donate blood. Donating money seemed, although he did to a few different organizations, like too little late. All he could do was do his research, maybe speak out. As a voice in government, he felt it important to continue speaking out.

It might seem small to some, but if enough small voices came together, there was hope for change. What he wouldn’t do was stay silent.

@coveofmemories @jamiemelyn @sexualemobitch @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @rmmalta @lukeassmanalvez @yoinkpeter @the-slytherin-ice-queen

[davina-wolfthorne]

Entry #12 - Equals

Twelfth writing prompt [Caste] for FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Reader Warning - This prompt contains some strong language.

In her gut she knew those quiet slow days in the clinic wouldn’t last. With winter approaching and the air growing colder patrons were now filing in daily. Some sought to buy remedies to ward off colds and illnesses. Others seek medicine for their current aliments. Regardless of whom they are, what race or region they belong to, or how heavy or light their gil pouch is everyone is treated a like at Kindred Grove. She opened this place to be a sanctuary for the ill and wounded. 

Emerging from the only examination room a long sigh escapes the doctor. Running a rag damp with alcohol over her hands she runs the cloth between her palms and through the spaces between her fingers. Cleaning them thoroughly of any lingering nasty germs. “Norimasa!” Her voice carries over the idle chatter in the waiting room. All the benches are filled. There are even people standing and leaning against walls. Radiant sapphire eyes gaze around the room and their gaze falls onto the empty coffee kettle. Just another thing to add to her already busy list.

Her Au Ra assistant rushes out from the corridor where they keep patients who need to stay for an extended period of time. Vomit is splattered over the yukata he wears. Judging by the fact its damp this is happened recently. “Yes?” He questions coolly. 

Davina’s nose scrunches at the sight. “Yours, or someone else’s?”

“Someone else’s, ma’am. Do you need something?” Norimasa speaks flatly. Not caring too much that she brought up the fact someone spewed their stomach contents all over him.

“Yes uh the patient in the examining room needs to be given a bed. I fear she may go into early labor. See to it she is set up comfortably.” The doctor instructs. Nori shifts his weight and goes to move past her, but the bow mage stops him by tugging on his sleeve. “Go clean up first.” Releasing the fabric she glances over the packed room. “Looks like we’ll be working into the night.”

“Ma’am might I suggest that you hire some additional help?”

“Yea yea. I’ll get to it eventually.” Waving her hand dismissively she drifts away from Norimasa and strides over to a group of waiting patients. “Who’s next?” Her tone changes drastically from somber to gentle and warm.

A Lalafell slips off a bench. “I am doctor!” He speaks up. “I wanted to purchase some medicine for my husband. He’s not feeling all that well lately.” 

Smiling down at the gentleman she motions toward her shoppe. “Well let’s see what I have to help him. What’s his symptoms?” 

As they turn to leave someone roughly grasps onto Davina’s left forearm making her steps abruptly halt. Quickly she turns around to face whomever dare lay a harmful hand on her. Azure eyes fixate in a glare upon an Midlander man. “How can I help you?” Words seethe out from her clenched teeth.

“That man can wait to get medicine for his ‘husband’.” The Midlander speaks in a tense tone. “Why don’t you actually see to someone who is ill first. Like me.”

Brows furrow on her forehead, and she sneers,” and what makes you think I should see you before him?”

This man is dressed in rather fine clothing. His hair cut short and combed back. Though she can see he is sick. Lips chapped from breathing through his mouth, and dry snot gathers near the entrance to his nostrils. He moves his free hand to his pocket and tugs out a pouch of gil. “Because I can make a generous donation to your clinic and shoppe.” His eyes leave her and roam over those that are gathered on the benches and against the walls. There is contempt in his gaze. He is nothing more than a selfish man who seems to despise everyone here. 

Yanking out of his grasp Davina swivels on the heels of her boots to fully face him. “Was this gentleman here before you?” She motions toward the Lalafell behind her.

“Yes bu....”

“Okay then I will see to him first. How many other people are a head of you?” The doctor inquires.

“Several others.” The Lalafell speaks up in a tense tone.

The Midlander man clears his throat and slips the pouch back into his pocket. “I think I have the right to be seen a head of time. I’ve been sitting in this dump for hours. I would think you would tend to your own people first.”

Plump lips purse tightly together as she struggles to bite back the urge to chew this man’s head off. Clasping her hands together she forces a gentle smile. “Whether you are a Hyur or not doesn’t mean I should see you first. The fact you are wealthy doesn’t mean I should put you above everyone else. All the people that come to the clinic are equal to one another. No matter their race, their gender, their wealth status, or whether or not they like cock or pussy. Everyone is equal.” Stepping closer to the wealthy Hyur she stares up into his spearmint colored eyes. “If I cut you open you bleed the same color of blood as them. You have the same organs as everyone else in this room. Your body is the same as their’s. We are all the same. Now you can either sit down and wait your turn patiently, or you can feel free to leave and go find another clinic that meets your standards.”

He growls under an exhale, and roughly shoves past Davina. She grunts as his elbow jams into her shoulder. “I’ll go find a more professional doctor.” And with that the high class Hyur leaves the clinic. 

Shaking her head a sigh ushers out of her lips. “Alright so tell me your husband’s symptoms.” 

[themarginalthinker]

Mutualism

Mutualalism (n)  -  (1) A type of symbiosis; a symbiotic relationship wherein both organisms receive benefits from the other without either being harmed. 

For @trappedinapentagram  and their little au :>. Basically, everyone has their demons and dark sides. Some people's are just...more physically literal about it. You can read the actual fic this is based off of here! It’s so good!!

Sometimes it was easy to forget there were technically four people now living under the same roof. 

Jack had, for lack of any other real options, moved in with Mark. The landlord to his old apartment had apparently been worried when the Irishman up and disappeared for nearly two weeks, seeing neither heads nor tails of him until suddenly he was standing outside his own home in the middle of the night sporting a new leather coat that was, for someone living in this particular building block, far outside of even a luxury buy...and several new-looking scars in increasingly abnormal places. 

Well...in Jack's defense, it had been getting colder outside as autumn progressed...and it was hardly his fault that his mirror and his roommate's thought 'sex life' meant practically tearing each other to bloody shreds and saying it was all good because lube as sometimes involved. 

Anti had only grumbled the minimal details of the encounter later when asked how it went, and if he was in that pissy a mood when he returned, all of Jack's earthly possessions in tow jammed into the backseat of Mark's car, then the red-haired man could rest a little easier knowing there would be one less obituary in the papers tomorrow. 

In any case, Mark had...probably underestimated how simply big of a lifestyle change this new person - persons - would present to him and his own life-long companion's. 

For one thing...Mark had never lived with another. Well, alright, that wasn't technically true; he had Dark. And Dark was very much so his own person, as demonic and deranged as he was. (Not to mention the metaphysics of how he and Mark were the same being...together??) 

He loved Jack...he knew he did, and he also knew - with as much giggling, squealing schoolgirlishness as he held in their collective body - that Dark loved Anti. The shade loved Anti, and when Dark loved something, he wanted it at his beck and call. At his leisure, his pleasure, his whim and thought, whenever he wanted. He wanted to have it. And up until this point...he'd only ever had Mark. Sometimes, Mark teased about being flattered - that only he was good enough for the great, blackhearted Dark, and nothing or no-one else would ever manage to catch a shine on the old grouchy shade.

Usually, such comments went ignored, but when Dark was feeling particularly vindictive, he wasn't above turning Mark's own words against him. No...there would never be anyone else in his life, would there? That sniveling coward he let Mark attempt to form the shambles of a friendship with in the fifth grade....that one, single night with that sweet, unknowing, idiotic girl Dark taunted him with that Mark refused to allow the demon to dredge up more then the vaguest of memories of as they were all painted red anyways...

No. It would always just be him and Dark. A bottle of the good wine always at hand, a full box set of Whose Line Is It Anyway on the shelf - re-watched in a marathon once yearly - a dry-cleaner's emergency number for tailored suits and the best computers and game consoles money could buy. And, Mark supposed....they both really did like it that way. 

Except when Mark didn't. 

It was something the both of them quite quickly realized they might actually have in common. If both man and shade were alike in any way it was their sheer ability to dig their heels in so deep there was no budging on any issue they didn't want to move on. 

In the early days, Dark had been so young himself.  A nebulous concept of a being within Mark's mind that plagued his dreams and turned his waking thoughts into nightmares, As time went on, as time does, and the boy grew, so did his little daytime shadow. Mark never liked to think much about his teen years. Didn't bear remembering his parents' and brother's terrified faces the first time his eyes had changed color, and he was no longer their son, or sibling. How he'd made himself leave and never look back the day he turned eighteen. At least Dark had been complacent then, also wanting to get as far away from the 'stupidity and disgusting, pitiful nature' of other people. 

Mark just didn't want to see what might have happened should he have fought to stay. 

There was lots of things Dark was not above, if for no other reason then to prove a point. 

For all that though....Dark didn't seem far interested in living Mark's life for him though. After things...more or less settled down and Mark found a steady source of income, a place to stay that begrudgingly fit the shade's lofty standards enough, there would often just be long stretches - weeks even, sometimes - where Mark saw neither heads nor tails of Dark's involvement in his life. 

It raised suspicions sure enough at first. Mark knew Dark, as well as the demon knew him - they lived in each other's heads, after all - and there was no way the shade would just leave him to his own devices for no reason. He'd done nothing to 'earn' such a reprieve from his worser half, at least, not that he knew of. He wasn't blacking out randomly and waking with blood under his nails, or possibly illegal substances scattered throughout the house; no-one ever came knocking on his door, person, shade or otherwise wanting settle some score... Still, despite his paranoia, the shade insisted that as long as it was just the two of them, he was perfectly capable of letting Mark handle most affairs and dealings with members of his own species himself. The shade just didn't want to waste his oh so precious time with things and people who just didn't matter. 

Needless to say, Chica was always going to be a heel-digging issue.

In Mark's defense, Dark really ought to have known better then to let Mark just have all that freedom. Wasn't good for a person to live so out of control he might go out in actual public, donate to tons of charities, 

adopt a dog to escape the crushing loneliness so willy nilly.

It had almost been as bad a fight as the first few times Dark had taken over their body physically, all those years ago. Mark had left the house with a little more pep in his step then usual, but the man was prone to odd bouts of optimism every now and again. He'd then proceeded to drive to a part of town neither of them had ever been more then perhaps once on some odd errand - Mark could feel the phantom vestigial feelings of Dark's interest in what exactly he was up to forming at the edges of his mind, but the shade said nothing, so Mark did the same. 

It wasn't until pulling up to the shelter and almost getting out to walk in did Dark throw his, what Mark calls to this day, aggravated hissy fit. 

Luckily Mark'd had the foresight to plan this endeavor on a quiet day when there wouldn't be many people around to witness a strange man thrashing around in his car in the middle of a near-empty pet shelter parking lot screaming half sentences and all manner of foul expletives at..himself. 

It wouldn't be the first time 'Mark' would have had the police called on him.  At the end of the day though, Dark was sitting pretty in the back of their mind brooding and fuming all he wanted with a brutally bruised ego....but saying nothing while Mark enjoyed some of the first real happiness he'd had in a long, long time while playing fetch with his dog. His good pup.

Funny, that. Mark knew, very well, how Dark treated things he didn't like, or that he predicted would mess up the life they...he...had carefully constructed. Mark enjoyed his evening with his new pet, but to be brutally honest, he was expecting to find a bloody, mangled corpse of the animal in their trashcans out front the next morning. 

Not to be woken earlier then usual for walkies by an enthusiastic lick to the hand and a cold wet nose in his face. 

So now, Mark wondered idly, watching as Jack sorted through all his clothes and made room for them in the small dresser set up in their room (trying as he might to quash the wonderful growing glow of really being able to call a room 'theirs' at all) if perhaps...this was just the latest in a painfully short series of allowances Dark had made in life. Or not. Dark was the one to first notice, however it was in that weird, inexplicable way shades could sense each other even dormant, that Anti was hidden below Jack's skin, and call him forward. So, technically, this wouldn't be Dark giving ground on an issue, this would just be him getting what he wanted all along anyway? But, it wasn't just Anti he was getting, it was Jack as well...and even if it somehow was just the purple shade, Mark's daily life would be affected by him as well and oh, did Dark so hate when things weren't Just So...

"Noodlin' pretty hard there, aren't 'cha. Or have my socks just committed great dishonor upon your family?" The man in question pipes up from beside him suddenly, and Mark jerks a little as he looks over to see Jack's almost-comically bushy brows twitch upwards. 

Mark smiles as he processes the comment and tosses the neatly rolled pair of socks into the assigned drawer, shrugging off his no-doubt troubled face, "Eh. We all know that footwearkind can't be trusted. They'd have us all kissing their feet for a change if we let them." 

"Indeed. Two-facec bastards, the lot of them," Jack agreed, nodding along to the ridiculous nature of their conversation before going back to the unopened boxes beside their bed. "So, I think most of the rest of this stuff can just go in the attic until further notice, yea? No use cluttering up the guest room" (that Mark just used as extra storage space anyways because hell, who the fuck would he have ever had over as a guest?) "or any other part of the house."

Mark just shrugged again and made to get up to help...but it had been a long day reorganizing space to somehow do what he'd only dreamed of doing one day, fitting another person into his life...and the carpet was soft...and Jack was a strong, independent guy who didn't need no man..

"You are so lazy," sneered an inaudible voice in his ears. 

"Oh, and you're helping do what here, exactly?" Mark snipped back, watching Jack leave the room...hate to see 'em go, but love to watch 'em leave... "You just have too many nic-naks. How did a guy who barely left his apartment in five years even collect so much stuff?" 

Jack's reply is yelled back from somewhere down the hall, "There is such a thing as the wide, wide world of the Interwebs, my friend. Good for cat videos, warningless seizure-inducing gifsets, people with Opinions, and fandom." 

"That's just Tumbr," Mark hummed, beginning to wonder if he should worry about how much time his roommate really did spend on the internet. Their collective console rig had just gotten twice as frightening to look at as it was, the terrible god of the living room now...

Mark received answer for neither conversation partners, though he could practically feel the want to eyeroll Dark left in the back of his head, and finally decided that the floor was for squares and began running possible dinner options through his head. Wow, he'd have to cook for two more people now...unless Jack could cook really well (because as much as the thought of letting any shade near open flame was scary, he at least knew Dark had every reason not to let the house burn down - neither of them were ready to give Anti the benefit of the doubt yet. If ever.) And they'd have to adjust their grocery lists to accommodate two new people..he wondered what all of Jack's little habits were like. Two weeks was so little time to really get to know someone -what did he like to watch on tv? His favorite games, his hopes and dreams-

"You're going to make me physically ill, and considering I don't have a body I'd say that's pretty bad." 

"You love it. I know you do. I know you," Mark simply said, every sound in the house now not made by him or Chica reminding his that, despite all the bloodshed and fear and lightswitch-flicker on-off-on-off of consciousness he'd had lately thanks to the shade's antics, this was really turning a new page. A whole new chapter in his - their - life. 

"...yes. I suppose I do." 

[scarletwinterxx]

your day - dad mark lee scenario

hi🥺 okay so first of all sorry it took me so long to write this, I swear I've been working on it since the day i got the request but the rest of the story wasn't coming to me and i didn't want to put out something I didn't love. but here it is😊🥺 i missed the Lee family too, hope you like it!!!

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

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The waiting game began a week ago, originally the 3rd Lee baby was suppose to come early May but the due date came and passed but no baby still.

Since it's your third baby you don't feel as nervous but Mark can't really say the same. He even made sure to have all the stuff you'll need at the hospital already loaded in the car along with the baby's car seat.

"You think it might happen tonight?" he asks, nose touching your belly like he can't wait to be close to his baby

"How will they get the baby out?" Minjee asks, she sitting right beside her dad watching your belly too.

"Me and mommy will go to the hospital, then the smart and kind doctor and nurses will help mom" Mark explains as kid friendly as possible

While you listen to the two, Minjung stays beside you quiet on his seat. "You'll be okay, right mom?" he asks you

You smile sweetly at your boy, ever the caring one. "Of course, I will be. Don't worry about it okay? Remember when Minjee was born, this time you can come together" you tell him, giving him a side hug. Your son stays tucked by your side while the daddy-daughter duo make chatters on their own.

"Okay everyone, I think it's time for bed. Mommy might be tired now" Mark tells the kids, picking Minjee up from the bed making the little girl laugh out loud on their way out the room.

Minjung stays behind, waiting to say something to you

"Mommy, I have something to tell you"

"What is it, love?"

"Happy Mother's Day, if I'm reborn again I want you to be my mom again" he tells you, this made you want to burst out into tears

"It's tomorrow but thank you, and I would love to be your mom again and again. I love you, always. Okay?" you open your arms and hug him. Giving him kisses, "My sweet sweet boy, when did you grow up so big like this? Don't grow up anymore" you joke, Minjung laughs at this. He bids goodnight then goes out the room to get ready for the night.

Mark comes back to your room a few minutes later to also get ready for bed, you've already finished yours so you're just waiting for him

"You good there, baby?" he asks while watching you get comfy with your pregnancy pillow. He wishes he can do more for you but for now all he can you is attend to your every need while you carry his child.

It's the third time but he's still very much in awe of you, he thinks it's the most wonderful thing to be growing a human that his and yours. He can't do much about the 'growing a human inside your body' part of it, but he makes sure you're very well taken care of.

"Yep, just tired from today. Are the kids asleep?"

"Yea, they're excited to give your their cards for tomorrow. Don't tell them I told you though"

You let out a chuckle at that, "I'll make sure to look very surprised"

You feel him move from behind you, then he kisses you on the head "Goodnight, baby. I love you" Mark mumbles, giving you a few more kisses and a hug

"Mhm, love you too"

You woke up a few hours later from a sharp pain on your stomach, sitting up carefully on the bed you wait a few moments to get your bearing together when you feel it again

"Mark" you say but the man beside you doesn't move

"Mark" you shake him again but still he's dead as a rock

"Lee Minhyung" you say a bit louder, waking you husband up

"Wha- what what's happening?" Mark sits up confused, one eye still closed

"I think the baby is coming"

"Oh shit, okay uh what do you need? Are you in pain? We should go get dressed"

"Mark"

"The stuff is already in the car, where are my keys though. Should I get you a hoodie? Snacks? I should probably call your doctor"

"Mark"

"Don't panic, we've done this before"

"I'm not really panicking though" you mumble while watching your husband scramble around the room

"Careful, love. You're gonna wake the kids up" you tell him when he tripped on his own feet, it's after midnight so the kid are fast asleep

"Oh right, I should call Haechan to watch them. My parents won't arrive until tomorrow. Where the heck is my phone"

"LEE MINHYUNG" your loud call got his attention, halting his frantic actions

"Breath, baby. You're panicking. Now can you get me one of your sweatpants and a jacket too, then call Haechan. Your phone is right there, the keys is by the door. Breath" you tell him, getting on your feet to get ready also

Mark follows your instructions one by one, if he doesn't he's afraid he might start freaking out again. He helps you down the stairs when you're both ready and wait for Haechan to arrive.

You're not feeling the pain anymore but your belly did get more tense, taking careful steps to the kitchen you grab some snacks for later while Mark checks on the kids before leaving.

The front door open, followed by Haechan calling out for Mark

"He's upstairs, checking on the kids" you answer when Haechan walks in the kitchen

"Aren't you in labor?" he points at you

"I think, I hope. This baby is due so let's hope today is the day"

Mark then arrives, checking if you need anything else before leaving Haechan instructions "Hyung, seriously I got this. I have a kid too" Haechan chuckles

"I know, but Nari is an angel. My Minjee, I can't say the same" you laugh at Mark's words

"She's unpredictable" Haechan says "She's like you, I have a kid like you. Causing me all kinds of trouble" Mark says making you and Haechan laugh

"I got it, I'll watch the kids"

"Sorry if we ruined your mother's day plans, Mark's parent's will be here early morning tomorrow. Thanks again, Hyuck" you tell him while walking towards the door with Mark assisting you

"Don't worry about it, wifey and Nari will come here for breakfast so it's all good. Your kids love me too so it's a win win"

"Thank you again"

"Happy mother's day, Y/N" he smiles at you, giving you a quick hug and Mark a pat on the back.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, a few more contractions every once in a while but nothing you couldn't handle. You got admitted to a room with no trouble and a nurse came to check on you and the baby.

"What a way to celebrate mother's day huh" Mark says, currently he's sitting beside you giving your back a gentle rub as another contraction hits you.

"How are you gonna beat this gift next year" you joke

"Let's get this baby here first then we'll talk" he humors you

A few more hours of waiting when a doctor comes in, "Hello Mrs. Lee, Mr. Lee"

"Everything looks good with you, but there's seem to a little hiccup"

"What? What's wrong? Is the baby okay?" the moment you heard the 'but' your heart started to beat faster

"All good, it's just the baby is currently feet first. Meaning they are not facing the way they're supposed to be. And since your contractions started hours ago and your water already broke, we're in a countdown here before it gets dangerous for you and the baby"

You're at lost for words so you turn to Mark, his hand is holding your the entire time to provide comfort. He looks at you then looks at the doctor again, "What do we need to do? Just please keep my wife and my baby safe"

"I'm afraid she has to get an emergency c-section"

"Mark" you mumble, "Hey hey it's okay, I'm here" he tells you

"We'll get the OR ready for you, a nurse will come here to get some papers signed and get Y/N ready for surgery. We'll do our best to keep her and the baby safe"

It all happened so fast. The doctor exits the room, you didn't even get a few moments before a few nurses enter the room. One talking to Mark about the surgery and a few helped you get ready.

They wheel the bed out of the room, Mark still right beside you.

"Hey, I'll be right beside you the entire time. I know this isn't part of the plan but you can do it" he kisses you on the head

"I'm scared" you say for the first time and this breaks Mark's heart. He wishes there was a way to transfer your pain to him, he'd take it all for you.

"I know, baby. I won't leave okay? I'll be with you. You'll be fine" he assures you. No matter how many times your doctor and all the nurses assured you you'll be fine, only Mark's got you to calm down a bit.

They got you ready for the surgery while Mark waits outside, waiting for one of the nurses to call him. When he got the go signal, he walks in to see you lying down with a curtain in the middle blocking the view of the doctors and nurses helping to get the baby out

"Hey you, how are you feeling?" he asks quietly, running his thumb on your cheek to give some comfort

"Scared, but better now you're here. I just want the baby to come out safe and healthy" you tell him

"They're working on it now, tell me if you're feeling anything weird okay?"

"Mark baby, I'm literally cut open right now while they're trying to get your kid out of me" you joke

"You know what I mean, glad to hear you cracking a joke at a time like this"

You smile at your husband, even though you're really scared right now seeing him and knowing he's there for you is enough to ease your mind. You trust Mark to make sure you're going be all right.

"Okay, the baby's here just a moment okay I see the feet, body out a little more" you hear your doctor say then in a few seconds you hear it

"head out, baby's here and it's a boy. Look momma look" the nurses put the curtain down to show the baby, Mark helped you lean your head up to see. Both of you getting teary eyed, you look over at Mark to see him looking at the baby with the familiar lovestruck look in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, to witness him being the best father to your kids everyday, like life is being brought into him at this very moment is making you think every moment is worth it no matter how scary it is. You love being the mother of his kids as much as he loves being a father to them.

Mark then looks at you, tears already falling down his cheeks "We have another boy, oh my gosh. You did so so good baby, I'm so proud of you. He's perfect" he leans down to kiss you on the cheek

"It's a healthy baby boy, dad would you mind walking here to cut the cord"

While the doctor finishes surgery, Mark stands on the side with baby boy. They hand him the little bundle of joy after checking everything, "You can hold him while we wait for mom, then we can stay in the recovery room then someone will come and check again on baby and mommy. When we get the clearance, you can go back to your room" the nurse explains

The baby in Mark's arm fusses but Mark expertly hushes and rocks him, his son immediately finding comfort in his father's arm

"You're an expert" the nurse compliments him

"We got two more at home" he proudly says

A few hours passed before you got the okay signal to go back to your room. The baby is currently sleeping in his crib while you get some rest. You didn't expect to feel this tired after surgery but you feel so drained

Mark went outside to get some food for you and him, you weren't really asleep you were just resting your eyes when you heard the door open and close

"Oh shit, you're asleep" you hear your husband mumble

"Language, there's a baby there" you tell him, opening your eyes only to see him holding a big bouquet of flowers

"Happy Mother's Day, my love" he walks towards you, putting the flowers down somewhere safe before handing you a paperbag

"What's this?"

"Your mother's day gift and push present"

"I thought that was my push present" you point your lips at the sleeping baby

Mark chuckles, urging you to open the bag. You carefully do so, feeling a velvet box inside "Minhyung, what is this?"

"Open it" he smiles at you, he watches you flip the box open. Inside is a ring somewhen similar to your engagement ring with a few details different

"Mark Lee, you did not. This is-" "You deserve it, baby. Plus we've always talked about giving your rings to your son someday and since we have two sons now I thought you will need another ring"

"Did you really buy this and hope for a boy?" you joked

"Nah, I have a back up just in case"

"I can't believe it, we have two boys. I know Minjung will be so excited, but Minjee will be elated to know she's still the only princess"

Mark chuckles at that, seating gently by your side while the two of you watch your newborn son.

"He got your nose, it's so cute" he mumbles "Got your cheeks though, just like Minjung and Jee, I hope he got your eyes too. I love your eyes" you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder

"You tired? go get some rest, baby. I'll take care of him, let me know too if you're feeling anything okay?" he tells you, helping you settle on the bed

"Mark, I love you"

He looks down at you, getting cozy on the bed with your drowsy but beautiful eyes he loves so much. "I love you more, baby. I'm so proud of you, you superwoman"

"Couldn't have done it without you"

"You would've have, you could but you don't have to. As long as I'm here you don't have to do anything by yourself. I know you're the strongest and bravest woman, and I'm in awe of you everyday. But in this lifetime, you got me always" he leans down, giving you sweet kiss.

"Oh and I thought of a name for him"

"Do tell, my lady" he indulges you. You actually named all of your kids, ofcourse you tell him first to make sure you both like it. But he leaves it up to you, his reason being the kids will get his surname anyways so he lets you think of their names, Minjung and Minjee.

"Minsu, I read somewhere it means gentle. Minjung, Minjee and Minsu" you smile at your kids' name

"Minjung, Minjee and Minsu Lee. I love it"

"Really?"

"Mhm, you got four Min's now" he smiles

"Is it too obvious I love you so much?"

"Nah, I think the three kids is kinda telling I love you more. Who knows, we'll have a fourth one" he jokes

"Lee Minhyung!"

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LOVELOUD 2019: Positive Celebrity review! Oh, the emotions, performance, and survivors!

LOVELOUD 2019: Positive Celebrity review! Oh, the emotions, performance, and survivors!

LOVELOUD 2019 POSITIVE CELEBRITY RATING: 10/10 HIGHLY RECOMMEND EVEN IF YOU TRAVEL!

LOVELOUD 2019 not only attracted music lovers, but it was also an excellent way to help raise money for all charities benefiting LGBTQ communities.

In fact, each of the artists took time out of their to spread nothing less than a joy to every soul in the sold-out event.

Dan Reynolds took the stage to welcome all early arrivals to the festival he founded

“It’s not because our LGBTQ youth are broken,” Reynolds shared and pleaded that those who identify as LGBTQ youth “not take your life from us.”

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“We need you. We need every one of you. Your life is always worth living, always. There’s cool things that happen. Things get better.”

Truthfully, Utah has a lot of political control and while it might be difficult to digest, the Mormon church absolutely disagrees with those who have LGBTQ intentions. As far as to kick their own children out of their homes.

Leaving them homeless because they are “sinners,” and other man-made precepts that are not only harmful to one’s self-esteem but false.

“It has to do… with man-made precepts that are just false — that you can tell your neighbor how to live and who to love.”

Further, LOVELOUD was created to help, it’s an event to say “hey we got you.” And sometimes, blood will never be as supportive as your fellow LGBTQ friends and supportive talent.

Matt Easton also attended the event and never imagined he would be up on that stage inspiring other people after he bravely came out during his valedictorian speech at Brigham Young University.

In case you didn’t know, Brigham Young University is owned by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Easton shared his coming out story and how many friends he had who thought of suicide as an option because they were told often “you are not normal.”

Of equal importance, this year LOVELOUD 2019 festival is celebrating their third year of success.

It has always been less about the lineup and more about the cause to help all those that identify as LGBTTQQIAAP (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, transsexual, queer, questioning, intersex, asexual, ally, pansexual).

Imagine Dragons singer Dan Reynolds opened up about the ultimate goal.

“The goal is to destigmatize, and in order to destigmatize something, we talk about it, we talk about it, we talk about it. We educate,” Reynolds told the Daily Herald in a red carpet interview before the festival. “I hope that it’s started to penetrate the culture a little bit.”

The singer was accompanied by a pianist, finished the festival with a sincere acoustic set including a few Imagine Dragons hits, an “I’ll Walk With You” duet with Tyler Glenn of Neon Trees and “Stand By Me.”

Kesha Sebert was the headliner for the event, joined by Elias Millan and her amazing dancers were on point.

Setting quite the energetic set singing songs including Tik Tok, Praying and Your Love is My Drug.

With that in mind, Kesha shared that LOVELOUD was important to her because of how she views the LGBTQ community and their well-being.

“It’s something I feel so strongly about,” further she stressed how important it is to love yourself for who you are and never listen to people who put you down in life.

In fact, Kesha even broke down during some of her general conversation with the crowd.

“I just want to encourage everybody here to not only love yourselves but love the person next to you and love the people around you,” Kesha told the audience. “You do not know what they’re going through. You do not know what they’ve been through.”

Kesha headlined the event, performing an energetic set featuring songs like “Tik Tok,” “Praying” and “Your Love is My Drug.” The singer said LOVELOUD was an important gig for her “because it’s something I feel so strongly about.”

Further, she even gave us the opportunity to strip while singing “Take It Off.” Our shirt landed right by her, picking it up she finished the song with it dangling off her guitarist’s gear!

One of her memorable performances was “Praying.”

Many know, Kesha stood up for what she felt was right after being violated in many ways. Most importantly, it seems this is Kesha’s anthem to that piece of crap (yea, we said it, Gotwald is a piece of crap).

The tears she sheds each time she sings that song (this is Positive Celebrity’s 2nd time seeing her perform LIVE) is emotional, you feel with her not for her and if you can relate it’s even more intense.

Throughout the start of LOVELOUD, many artists took the stage with their own stories including Glenn, AJR, Tegan and Sara, Daya, K.Flay, PVRIS, Laura Jane Grace, Paul Cardall, VINCINT, Parson James and former Brigham Young University Cosmo mascot Charlie Bird with former BYU Cougarettes.

Beyond those attending, other high profile celebrities chimed in including P!nk, Kristin Chenoweth, Ellen DeGeneres, Portia de Rossi, Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco, Jared Leto of 30 Seconds to Mars and some of Netflix’s “Queer Eye” cast also recorded short video messages that were shown at the festival between sets.

Kalen Allen told the Daily Herald how “amazingly excited he felt to host at LOVELOUD 2019.

“These are things, opportunities that I never would have thought I would have been able to have because of my sexuality, and so the fact that I am surpassing anything that I would have ever dreamed of, I just want to be an example to these kids that dreams do come true.”

He also shared how he felt the event has “opened some minds.”

“We’re coming at it with love, and so people feel OK to ask questions and explore it,” Glenn said. “I came out as gay in 2014 and personally left the LDS faith a few years ago, and I think from then to now, I’ve seen massive strides in taking down walls, and I think that’s what it’s about.”

With that in mind, we can’t forget the other organizations in town that have been doing their best for longer than LOVELOUD festival.

Yup, that’s my shirt hanging on their guitar. Haha. Excellent performance for “Take it Off!”

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“Between Encircle and LOVELOUD and all the other organizations in town that have been at it much longer, the compassion has grown, and I think that the community has evolved,” Barbara Young said. “It’s really fun now because you’re seeing people who get it and you’re seeing hearts grow and now you get to just enjoy in all the love and acceptance that’s going on.”

In fact, they have achieved zero mortalities since it began.

“Encircle, since it’s started a couple of years ago, they’ve had no suicides of any of the kids that have come to Encircle, so super powerful,” Steve Young stated, body language spoke volumes as his eyes welled up with emotion.

Encircle in Utah is dedicated to leaving this world better than they left it with one goal.

“To Bring The Family And Community Together To Enable Our LGBTQ+ Youth To Thrive.”

The mission state itself is powerful.

“Encircle seeks to deepen and enrich the conversation among communities of faith and LGBTQ+ people. By teaching individuals to love themselves and empowering families, Encircle helps cultivate an environment where LGBTQ+ individuals can thrive. Our programs and services meet people wherever they are in their lives with cultural competency and sensitivity, using community partnerships, best practices, and innovative techniques.”

Most importantly, you can volunteer to make an even bigger impact, you never know who you are going to meet and become a big part of their life.

On their official website, you can check out services, friendship circles, programs, therapy, resources, our resources, their community calendar, locations including Provo, Salt Lake City, and Saint George.

Kesha gives a strong and emotional performance and speech!

If you don’t have enough time, do considering donating. The smallest amount can make a huge difference.

However, a simple Facebook share can go a VERY long way.

There are some great life-changing programs, one that stuck out for PCG is their Friendship Circles which provide opportunities for individuals to get together grouped by gender identity/sexual orientation and/or age to find a community of people going through the same things.

The talent on their line-up was beyond words.

K. Flay opened up with such energy even though it was so hot on that stage. She performed “Sister,” which was released prior to revealing her relationship with fellow performer Miya Folick.

It’s never easy to come out to family and friends as it is, can you imagine coming out to a complete world where the spotlight is always on you?

Imagine Dragons sang “Believer,” which is also the title of Reynolds documentary regarding the Mormon church and their attempts of treating LGBTQ youth. In fact, its the protest anthem, talent love singing this song with their emotion.

Truly, it has to be one of the best songs to sing at festivals. This one is all truth.

Tegan and Sara sang “BWU,” and it truly made us all stand up and dance, celebrating everyone who was there for who they were, not only did they sing amazing, their stage presence was on the spot, with light comedic teasing.

Daya sang “Insomnia”

The song dropped in the 2000s and talks about clubbing and forgetting your ex. The beat makes for a great crowd-pleaser.

Kesha sang “Rainbow”

The gorgeous lady just changed her hair from blonde to brunette. As a matter of fact, she looks fantastic and truly got the crowd singing, jumping and feeling that very emotion she felt on stage.

She even gave out bracelets that were triggered during her performance and the whole crowd lit up.

It only took one word for Kesha to describe everyone at LOVELOUD 2019.

“Beautiful.”

Rainbow was made for her LGBTQ fans and talks about life being hard but at the end of the trials in your life, there will surely be a rainbow.

PVRIS sang“No Mercy”

Headbanging was strong during PVRIS “No Mercy.” There wasn’t a mosh pit but there were people dancing in circles and having fun. It was literally PLUR for a hard-rock track.

Isn’t it amazing that the environment truly changes the effect of the song on those at LOVELOUD versus at a headline rock concert?

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We stand corrected: if you’re going to headbang to one song at LOVELOUD, it’s “No Mercy.” This hard-rock track from the pop-rock outfit is guaranteed to get at least one moshpit going.

Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers sang“Apocalypse Now (& Later)”

What’s better than a fun upbeat song about having those blissful moments with the person you love, even if the world around you is crumbling to the ground.

LOVELOUD 2019 was one of the biggest shows since its birth and we are completely proud of those who showed up and stood up for what the believe, “just love.”

We interviewed Jaden Holly who opened up about his past with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

He shared his thoughts on compassion and the lack of it during the time of his life where he was active in the Mormon faith.

“I wouldn’t have been able to feel the compassion I’m feeling right now had I been active. During my time being active in the church, it was always “wrong,” and my parents didn’t help. Adding to the whole topic of gay marriage and other topics that truly don’t make sense. Even with the straight evidence supporting the church and its false doctrine, they continue to think it’s a “sin,” and people should be saved (maybe through therapy, you know pray the gay away).

LOVELOUD brought a lot to light and I’m thankful I can feel and love endlessly now without a fogged view of the world.

Love who you want to love, be with who you want to be with, stand proud and remember who you are because you are perfect.

Everyone here looks happy and I’m happy and it’s been fun.”

Honestly, Holly’s opinion was nothing less than the truth. It has been fun and sometimes we feel so judged and held back from the world.

It’s hard to know that there are still people who don’t live their life and experience the world because of judgment, recommendations, and other false misconceptions.

Unfortunately, Salt Lake City, Utah loves to attend church on Sundays and then harass those who were celebrating pride month.

Saddening, don’t you think? Oh, and let’s not forget hypocritical.

Most importantly, it doesn’t matter what “God,” you believe in or what you follow in life. You should always treat all people with love and respect.

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What’s the use in hate, rejecting your children and basically f*cking some of us up to the point where heavy therapy and healing is needed?

The world can be a dark place but LOVELOUD 2019, it’s sponsors and those who have devoted their lives to helping those who have been affected…

That right there… is the reason we all fight for what’s right.

Did you attend the festival?

Positive Celebrity News handed a select few cards so be sure to stay tuned for the full photo album and Spectacles by Snapchat videos in HD!

Let us know what you thought and felt throughout the day in the comments below.

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Made a new friend? Shout them out? Want to tell a celebrity something, post a comment, you never know who might be lurking.

Lastly, here’s a huge shoutout to the whole LOVELOUD team, you guys did amazing and we cannot wait to return next year.

Honestly, Kesha and others who are interested should always be considered as they make the show even more powerful.

LOVELOUD is meant to grow, inspire and create a community and so far, they’ve done nothing less than help people all over the world.

Inspiring, it’s exactly what the world needs, more love.

Great line-up, great time and great new friends!

Stay tuned, each day we will be updating each talents album! Feel free to let us know if you’d like to use any of these images for your own stories!

Blessed be

KESHA at LOVELOUD 2019

Celebrating 3-years since it’s inception! Go LOVELOUD!

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My goodness, LOVELOUD 2019 was absolutely amazing. The environment was positive, fun and very inspiring. Thank you Loveloud Fest 2019 for all your hard work, the crew, the talent, everyone getting things together to celebrate who we are is people did a phenomenal job. I am proud of everyone who came and let their light shine! Albums are being updated daily! Enjoy what we had to share and stay tuned! Kesha K.Flay Daya AJR Tegan and Sara PVRIS Laura Jane Grace & the Devouring Mothers Dan Reynolds #KallenAllen #LOVELOUD2019 #kesha #DAYA #KFLAY

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Tired of these yet? A Christmas journey in March with 4.09

I’ve actually been productive today *claps* I’m the worst™ and a procrastinator to the core, so it was about damn time I got shit done. Plus+ I ran out of clean jeans so that was some motivation to do laundry & once I started moving I just kept going haha. But today I watched the Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher’s memorial & omg it was so emotional ugh. Now that I’m so sad I guess I’m going to watch Call the Midwife. Care to join me?

I closed my eyes and pointed to the episode list, looks like we’re watching 4.09 aka the 2015 Christmas special

I don’t have to pretend very hard that it’s Christmas because it was like 17 degrees f the other day lol

Am I the only one who hums along in their head to the theme song? ok nvm

Aw a baby

Tom is actually in church lol, we rarely see him there

Sister MJ lol, what is she looking for?!

Sister Winifred actually cooks/bakes pretty often

SISTER EVANGELINA 😭💔 I still miss her

Sister Winifred aka queen of cringey facial expressions, I love it

Ah no! the death joke is no longer funny sister E 😭😭 rip💔

My bby Trixie on the scene😍

What is quality street? I looked it up before but forgot. Candy right?

whoops is my American showing

I hope Sister MC comes back soon☹️

“Behold, I have located the Brandy” three cheers for alcohol 🍻 I wouldn’t choose brandy though what am I a rich old business man at a country club?

Lol Sister MJ & Sister W giggling so pure !

“You give us enough gip when you’re stone cold sober“😂 same

Gremlin kids in the front haha

Oh no😂 Babs gave them all candy and now has to make them spit it out😂

Aw I love Christmas

But looking at this snow is triggering even if it’s fake😭😂

WE’VE HAD SO MUCH THIS MONTH HERE & IT’S MARCH❄️

yikes these kids are awful, who let them up there! 😭😂

SHELAGH’S FACE 😂 SHE IS DISGUSTED OMG HAHAA

Patrick laughing so hard like same 😭😂

Welp he’s lucky, Saved by the bell thanks to Trixie

Doesn’t Sister MJ explode whatever’s in the pot?

Ahh Shelagh looks so good™!😍 I love when they dress her up!

In other news, Laura tweeted me, which means she knows I exists. What a time to be alive™😭✨👏🏼you know I was shook

Angela so precious aww, I hope my future baby is that pretty

Now I just think of The Crown when I see Mrs Willens *she’s in it if you haven’t watched*

Oh no Sister MJ!!! 😭😭 why are they always giving her illnesses! Dejala sola!

She was legit ill in the first Christmas special 😭

Love Trixie’s ponytail, why Patsy’s hair a mess tho? LOL I SHOULDN’T BE TALKING

I’m a walking ball of frizz. And when I don’t wash my hair for a few days it actually dread locks 😂 gotta love curls

Aw Delia’s not here- I forgot she cracked her head open and went back to Wales

Protect Sister MJ at every cost

Violet literally sewing Fred’s ass into the Santa pants 😂😂😂 fun fact they  did that to Olivia Newton John in Grease

not sure if I knew that because I have a junk brain of useless information or because I’m trash that reads buzzfeed

Violet’s been wearing blue eyeshadow for 3 series

“I’m not biting this, it’s too close to your backside” lol okay vi give it time. You’ll be cringeyly very handsy with each other in a bit anyway 😂

She’d do it now with no hesitation I bet

I’m here for their relationship tho😂

SISTER MJ HAD PNEUMONIA IN SERIES 1 DID SHE NOT?

Ugh distaval, fuck that. Just wait and see what chaos it brings

Aw Pats looking at the photo of Delia💔 oo wait that was a parallel then in the Cuban missile Crisis episode this series

PHYLLIS !! I missed her presence lol

Tom’s opening letter from bbc it’s lit

also: he looks good™

Poor Sister MJ! What are they feeding you, liver ew

Ah I forgot, this is when they get the tv😭

Poor Babs can’t go home for Christmas

You’ll have the nonnatus fam❤️❤️

“All should head home” *breaks out into song* THERE’S NOOO PLACE LIKE HOMEEE, FOR THE HOLIDAYSSS

Which is true because NYC is pretty beautiful at Christmas time, I can’t deny that

But also is when 100000x more people are visiting 🙃and stop in front of you when you’re walking to take pictures 🙃 *clenches fists* moving on..

Lol Tom you need to be more clear on this, they’re not getting it

Sister J shut him down 😂

“Mrs Mop” lmfao this BBC guy is a jerk😂

Laura’s another queen of facial expressions

“Aesthetics are vital” I feel

Aw Shelagh so cute being defensive of the kids of poplar

Lets be real though Shelagh’s always adorable bc Laura is an actual angel

pink wafers aye

i still have been craving them lol, there’s no bodega’s around my university though☹️

Angela is giggling, was this the last time we heard her make a noise lol

Wait this is when Sister MJ runs away

yikes measles

when did the vaccine become a thing then? that mmr shot ugh

Glad I got it because there’s supposedly someone with mumps on my campus like wtf

Why was Sister E so harsh yelling at Sister Mj!? That was unnecessary !!

LET 👏🏼SISTER 👏🏼MJ 👏🏼DECORATE👏🏼FOR👏🏼CHRISTMAS 👏🏼AND👏🏼WATCH 👏🏼TELEVISON !!

I’m so protective of her, stop😢😢

She doesn’t deserve that 💔

Sometimes I forget Patsy’s name is Patience

Fred’s Santa beard is gross ew😂😂

yikes an enema

I’d rather die

Oh no, there she goes *sings* there she goessss todayyy

Yes Babs lollipops are fascinating

She just slipped that baby out

I want to go to London at Christmas time

I love lights ✨✨

Delia! What up Bitch where you been!

BUT WAIT I HAVE A COAT THAT LOOKS REALLY SIMILAR TO MRS BUBSY’S LOL

It’s vintage too, i love it, makes me feel fabulous af

until I remember it’s probably a dead woman’s coat

WATCHING THEM LET THE BABY JUST HANG MAKES ME SO ANXIOUS OMG

“You clever girl!”

Aw poor iris 😭💔

Violet is actually so sweet & we don’t see much of her w/o Fred like why 

Everyone on this show is so sweet and pure !!! I just love it too much!

remember when I was normal and didn’t care so much about television? Yea me neither 😅

Sister MJ is gone

ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO PUT UP THE TREE!!

that necklace and sapphire ring were so pretty though 😭 wish my mom had a sapphire ring for me to inherit 

Shelagh is too pretty for this grey suit, where’s the navy one?!

I will never be comfortable with cookies being called biscuits tbh

“No dogs!” “If it can’t sing silent night I’m not interested”  SHELAGH IS GOLDEN

SHE HAS SOME GREAT LINES BUT GIVE HER MORE !!

Oh Hay Peter

if you think about it Miranda Hart put this poor guy out of a job. Like he used to have more screen time lol but he can’t be around much with out her

“Very like a family in fact” 😭 I love when they call themselves family cause they are !!

Wait rehearsing before school? Ugh that must have been so early 😂

I couldn’t have been in that choir. In high school I woke up at 6:45am everyday & started at 8:05am & only lived 2 blocks away but I still got there at 9:15am 🙃

plus I’m an awful singer 😂

“She probably thought her habit would keep her safe”

Sister Mary Cynthia says that about her self the next series when she’s attacked 😢

Babs was right though! She was just excited bendito 😭😭

How much is a bob?? £??

I barely can keep up with how many $ is a £ tbh

Lolol had to check when I donated to Laura’s fundraising 😂😂

Delia has been with this big ass bun for 3 series as well

The cafe they’re in is aesthetically pleasing

so Delia’s mom is hella protective but didn’t notice she left to another town lol??

well I guess they’re even now since patsy left & then lost contact for a bit

LET ME TELL YOU, THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED THIS EPISODE I WAS SCREAMINGGG

I THOUGHT THEY HAD KILLED SISTER MJ AND WAS FREAKING TF OUT ™

I’m trying to think of what Phyllis’s hat reminds me of

I wanna say Mary Poppins 

IT’S NOT SISTER MJ👏🏼

I knew it wasn’t but still!!!

Is Shelagh wearing lipstick? i’m here for it!

but I don’t like her dress

@ wardrobe/costume ppl be nicer to my bby pls

“Well, there’s just a word that no-one likes singing. It’s in that line and it begins with a "b”’ 😂 lmaooo c'mon Tim 😂😂

He was talking about breast feeding like how many episodes ago why is he embarrassed now? 😂

Patrick laughing 😭 me as a parent tbh

Poor sickly Sister MJ 💔

My bbys Trixie and Shelagh are ¡interacting!! 💕😍

How do I get my hair to look like Trixie’s/Helen’s

SORRY CANCELED

Lol jk all will be well bby

SISTER MJ REALLY OUT HERE IN THE WOODS, LIKE HOW ??

Ah Shelagh’s dressed up again! Love it 😍 and she’s wearing earrings & matching pearls!! so pretty!! 💕💕

this has been an episode of gushing over Laura sorry not sorry

Look at her hat, she can wear anything

LMAO HE WASN’T EVEN PETER PAN GET OUT OF HERE MAN

You have to be impressed that this 80 yr old woman with dementia found her childhood home

for real though I want Shelagh’s coat

mrs willens + shelagh was kinda a friendship & was cute

“Well I stopped holding out against that happiness, didn’t I?"💔💖

people on this show are always holding hands platonically & romantically like how sweet and pure !?

"Almost all the world was before your time child … you are concerned to see it last a little longer”

Hell yea lets get it, round up the nuns and nurses lets SING !!

“But it sometimes seems to me the older I get, the more I have to learn” 😭

“We get so much out of love, we find strength in it and courage. Love is our foundation and our fuel”

DAMN IT WHY IS THE WRITING SO GREAT??!

HEIDI CAN WRITE MY EUOLGY SINCE SHE’LL BE THE CAUSE OF MY ACTUAL DEATH WHEN THIS SHOW IS  OVER ONE DAY *WHICH IS HOPEFULLY NEVER, ..I MEAN DAYS OF OUR LIVES IS ON SEASON 50 SO IT’S NOT IMPOSSIBLE🙃🙃*

shelagh and sister j❤️❤️ so pure. I love their relationship + moments together

BUT I STILL *NEED* TRIXIE & SHELAGH TO HAVE A REAL FRIENDSHIP + ACTUAL SCENES TOGETHER

no sister, it’s not your fault that she ran away😢

broadcast about to be lit

Why did we never see Trixie giving Barbara a makeup lesson😭😂

Trixie getting excited about putting makeup on Babs like same 😂I like helping people with makeup *even though I’m not even that good haha*

“Oh some lipstick might be nice, with a touch of gay geranium you’d look quite like Jean Simmons” SISTER W SNEAKS OUT TO THE MOVIE THEATRE ON HER DAYS OFF AND NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE OK

PHYLLIS GARGLING OMG

WHY IS IT SO FUNNY 😂

yea sister E I’m sorry you were kinda bitchy

I’m sorry to call a fictitious nun a bitch oops lol

SHE’S GOING TO REDEEM HERSELF AND FIND SISTER MJ THOUGH SO IT’S OKAY!! 😭👏🏼👏🏼

Tom is so handsome! i think the collar distracts you from noticing though haha

What does wet behind the ears mean and why does it sound cringey?

on the next episode of I didn’t know I was pregnant: Christmas miracles in Poplar

No but for real it seriously was a show on TLC😂 I had a phase where I watched like every show on that channel

“Antonia! Nanny found a bible in your room again” so?? like you wish she would’ve found drugs or something?

Ugh I don’t think Sister MJ will live 3 more series & I WILL BE A WRECK™ WHEN SHE DIES

Surprise! you’re pregnant & will give birth in the next 12 mins before this show ends

imagine omg never mind not feeling safe Iris I’d be freaking tf out

I told you sister Julienne just shows up and speaks and you just feel calm

“Love is not going to be halved, but doubled” I swear someone says this again in another episode but I can’t remember

maybe I’m lying idk

The Fred + Sister E dynamic was golden

what is Sister Evangelina holding?

it looks like a bong tbh

Sister MJ saying pawning her mother’s jewels was an “interesting experience"😂 dios te bengida, she needs to always be protected  

aw pats & deels reunited *and it feeelsss so gooddd*

Fred saying rigging this raffle is immoral like HE WASNT THE BIGGEST SCAMMER IN POPLAR

I was here for it though lol😂

Phyllis gargling 😂😂

Wait omg she has earrings on how precious!

I always notice when girls/women don’t have their ears pierced because I didn’t realize for the longest time that it’s mainly just hispanics that get their ears pierced when they’re babies😂 I’ve had mine since I was six weeks old👶🏼

"Beatrix Franklin, midwife of mystery” aka my bby and ray of sunshine✨😭

it’s all good though, Trixie has Christopher, Tom has Babs, now where’s my handsome Englishman??

cue Vanessa Redgrave

“Sometimes the route to joy is indirect, our journey home not quite as we expected. There is no magic star to guide our steps, no ancient prophecies to predict our way. The greatest gift is to know that we travel not alone, but in the company of others. That there are hands as can reach for and hearts to keep us warm..”

Laura’s angelic voice blessing™ me on this Saturday night

I need it after being degenerate every other day of the week

*sings loudly* CHRISTTTTTTTT THEEEE SAVIORRRR IS BORNNNNNN

AHH I WANT CHRISTMAS NOW ! + THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL 

patsy lowkey snuggled up on Phyllis I love it

Trixie is serving looks in the corner 😍!

I still want those hoop earrings she has!

And they finally got a tv😭👏🏼

“And the family gathered round, watching their faces flicker black and white. Their very presence in the room an act of love, a welcome home”

*BANGS FISTS ON AN IMAGINARY TABLE* THIS SHOW IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PURE AND IF YOU DISAGREE WE CAN FIGHT

I love it

Now I must go. until next time..

[fa-nfiction]

Thunder #18

“RICHAAAAAAAAAARRRDDD.” I groaned from the bed. Or well, it was more of a howl, and the bed was my den. For the past few weeks, contractions had appeared out of nowhere, only to stop a few hours later. I had been ordered bed rest until my due date, and I was losing my mind. The day in London had been the worst. The contractions had even made me dilate, and the panic of delivering Teagan way too early had set up camp in my mind. I was nervous all the time. Nervous, and losing my mind with boredom.

“What?” He popped his head through the door and smiled widely at me. My hair was messy and unkempt, but I was wearing my pink dress. I had put it on in order to NOT look like some kind of savage.

“I. Am. So. FUCKING. Bored, Richard.” I groaned angrily. My back was aching, my feet were swollen, and I had to pee all the time. Thank you, Teagan. Mommy’s little angel.

“Watch your mouth, dear. I might have to come over and kiss you if you don’t.” He winked at me. It was almost enough to make me smile, and yet, it wasn’t.

“Why doesn’t this FUCKING thing have any decent apps?” I waved his iPad in the air as if to summon some excitement from high above.

“It actually is possible to get some apps on your own. You don’t need me for that, darling.” He said and went back to the kitchen. He was the perfect chef, but the excessive amounts of delicious food didn’t do much for my already too big body.

I huffed with annoyance and went to open the app store once more. I had watched three series on Netflix and was fed up. I needed excitement. I needed to go out. But at the same time, I did not want to cause any new contractions. I wasn’t afraid of the pain - I could handle that - I was afraid of what might happen to Teagan if she were to be born right now. I couldn’t bear the thought of tiny Teagan, being wheeled away from me, and examined by a bunch of doctors before she had even seen her mother. I simply couldn’t. And so, I kept my bed rest.

Richard had begun to order groceries from the stores in the area, so he didn’t have to leave my side. This dreadful pregnancy caused nervousness in the both of us, it seemed. And like that, I hardly reacted as the doorbell rang. The runners from the stores were usually young people who wanted to earn a little extra. They were usually quite surprised to find Richard answering the door, as he looked perfectly capable to carry his groceries himself. I smiled at the thought as I heard him yell “got it, dear” and walking through the hallway to answer.

A moment later, I heard that he had raised his voice. I tried to make out his words, but I couldn’t. Slowly, I managed to get out of the bed and went to the door to listen.

“Like HELL you are going to see her.”

What? A man’s voice, also raised, could be heard from outside, but I couldn’t hear it clearly. I moved closer.

“Get the HELL away from us, or I’m going to ... I’m gonna …”

Whaa …? I had never been this confused before. Why is he yelling at the runner? I heard the other man’s voice again. Somewhere in the very back of my brain, I was beginning to connect the dots.

“And she’s not in a state where she can handle surprises!” Richard yelled at the man. I could see his back, straightened with shoulders squared. His “trying to scare people off” stance.

“I believe I can speak for myself, Richard.” I said as I went closer. He spun around because of the surprise, and I caught sight of the man in the door. My jaw dropped at about the same time as my heart. Thankfully, Richard began to speak before I could begin gawking too much.

 “Cassie - you’re up. You shouldn’t be up, dear. Go back to bed, I’ll sort this out-”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not good for you, it’s not good for the baby, please, Cassie-”

“I’ll do what I damn please in my OWN apartment, Richard.”

“You can’t handle the stress! Please! Think about what he did-”

“I will be DAMN sure to decide for myself, Richard. Now, PLEASE. Move away.”

 He clenched his jaw at my words. Hastily, he turned around and strutted into the living room. I looked at our visitor and shrugged as if to apologize.

 “Commanding type, is he?”

Michael asked. I smiled meekly at the question. He looked the same as he’d always done, and yet he looked so, so different. He had lost weight and was almost becoming too thin for his height. His hair was slightly longer. I noticed that it had a natural curl to it. Somehow, I had never seen this before. But the strangest difference was the way he held himself. His shoulders were low, his one hand tucked away in his jeans pocket, and his eyes lightless, almost sad as they looked at me.

 “You’re together?”

The question was rhetorical. Before I could, he’d answered the question himself.

“I’m happy for you.”

I felt Teagan kicking and put a hand on the place where I’d felt her foot. In my mind, I prayed that I wouldn’t go into contractions now. Michael’s eyes followed my hand and looked at the belly. There wasn’t a single expression in his face except the slightest bit of sadness.

 “What are you doing here?” I asked. A couple of seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity of awkwardness. It was strange standing like this, a few feet apart, and yet we had never been further away from each other.

“Well, I …” It looked like he’d prepared something to say, but discarded it.

“I just … I wanted to see how you were.”

 “I’m fine, Michael. I really am.” I smiled a little too widely as I patted the belly, and Teagan made a long kick below my hand.

“We are fine.”

His face lit up in a sad smile as he looked at me. His eyes glided down to the belly and up again, and I thought about back when they wouldn’t be this shy. The thought was drowned by my conscience.

“You look … great. Right with the glow and … well, everything.”

“Thank you.”

I supported my hand against the corner of the walls and once again, I smiled too much at him. I hadn’t forgotten my anger, but I’d make damn sure that he didn’t found out. I had to look perfect and happy and thriving. Somehow, it seemed to work.

“Uh, I … I brought you these. I thought, maybe you’d still like them, or … well. You can just throw it out it you don’t need them. I don’t care.”

He handed me a white grocery bag, and I managed to keep my cool as his fingers touched mine. He did the same.

 I looked into the bag. He’s bought me churros. I managed to keep composed, but inside my mind, I was a mess. This was the sweetest gift I had received in a long time.

“Oh … oh, wow. You remembered. Thank you, Michael. These are … these are great.”

“You can just. I don’t know. Donate to someone who needs it if you don’t. Birds in the park-” He said, his voice a tad less sad and tad more playful. Almost like I remembered it.

Before everything had gone bad.

“I’m sure I’ll find something useful for them. Thank you. That was a grand thing you did.”

I smiled at him, looked at the churros and smiled again. This was the amount of honesty I could handle showing him. No more than that.

I heard Richard clearing the throat from the living room, and I knew I had to wrap things up. Michael did, too.

“So … is the baby o.k.?” He asked.

“She’s fine.”

“Oh, it’s a girl?” His face had a strange look of sadness and happiness in it. I couldn’t tell what he felt.

“We think it is.”

“And she’s doing well?” He leaned against the doorframe. Memories of a night spent with that door open, in this very hallway, sneaked into my mind. Once again, I discarded the thoughts.

“She is. She’s thriving, and growing just as much as she should. There have been-”

He listened intently to my rambling, but I managed to stop myself. He didn’t need to know.

“- no complications at all.” I straightened my back and smiled to conceal the lie. He smiled a strange, defeated smile back at me.

“That’’s great. I’m so happy for you, Cas.”

“Cassie.” I corrected him.

“Sorry.” He clicked his tongue in his mouth and smiled slightly. “Old habits and all.”

“Yea.”

“What do you say in circumstances like these … uh, good luck?” He backed out the door and turned to move down the stairs. I laughed slightly and went to close the door after him.

“Hah. Thanks. And thanks for the churros.”

He was already down the first flight of stairs as he turned around and looked up at me.

“You’re welcome … Cas.”

I caught a glimpse of a smile that I remembered, and my heart jumped.

( … )

“Well? What did he want?” Richard asked as I turned after having closed the door behind me. He was standing in the doorway to the living room, still with that broadened stance and arms crossed.

“He wanted to see how I was. And give me this.” I waved the grocery bag in the air.

“Well, you can just as well throw it out I guess.”

“Why would I do that?” I replied, confused.

“Why wouldn’t you? He can’t possibly buy you anything that you can’t get from me-”

My confusion turned to anger. “Excuse me, what? What did you say?”

“Why do you want anything from him?” Richard looked annoyed, but I was getting angrier by the second.

“So that’s what it’s going to be like?” I snarled. “You’re deciding which gifts I can keep? And which guests that are allowed at my door?” My voice became louder, and Teagan moved inside of me. I supported the belly with one hand and leaned against the corner with the other.

“Cassie, please, don’t be upset, I-”

“Oh, and which things I’m allowed to fucking FEEL?”

He clenched his jaw while closing his eyes. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve known that this was his face of regret, but this wasn’t normal circumstances. This was me, pregnant, hormonal, and now also furious. I remembered the times when Richard had tried to shield me from things that made me upset and the times when he’d tried to protect me from some unknown danger that only he knew. I had been anxious back then, but he hadn’t helped. He had controlled me, tried to tame me. He had even made me cut my beloved smoking. Twice.

“Cassie, I- I’m sorry. It’s - I got so angry when I saw him, and the things he did to you, and I was worried about our baby, I really- I’m so sorry-”

He stammered, and I sensed that he was only an inch away from sitting down on his begging knees. I, however, didn’t back down.

“My baby. She’s my baby.” I narrowed my eyes and looked at him as if he were a piece of trash. For a second, he looked confused.

“W-what?”

“No matter what, she’s my baby. You have nothing to say in this. Michael -” I paused and tried to forget how it made me feel to say his name. “-has nothing to say. No matter who’s the father. She’s mine.”

I had taken a few steps forwards, and the fact that he scuttled backwards made me think I must have looked like an inferno waiting to happen. I felt like it, too. Enough with the control. Enough with the protecting. I don’t need anyone but me.

“... And I’ll take care of her by myself if that’s the only thing I’m ever going to do.” My voice came out with an unintentional snarl, and Richard was now completely defeated.

“Maybe I should leave, Cassie, I’m -” “You fucking think?” I snarled back.

It didn’t take more than a moment for him to collect the few things he had at my place. A moment later, I slammed the door shut behind him as he left.

As I realized what I had done, I began to shake with the emotion. I sat down, back against the door, and rested my hands on the belly.

“Everything’s going to be fine, darling.” I whispered to Teagan. I closed my eyes and tried to believe that it was true.

[harmonicstupidity]

Trigger /a/ Q&A with Tattun/Producer (questions in bold)

(x)

Who is your favorite girl?

Which would you have sex with?

I can't choose. I like all my characters. But I do like the newer characters that's still yet to be shown in the series.

I won't be answering your later question

Producer-san. Did any staff travel around the UK to get inspiration?

Will there be a witch from Wales?

Yes we did. We visited London and Edinburgh

We don't really have a plan for a witch from Wales.

Legit question. Was this character based on Chumlee from Pawn Stars?

Yes, this was homage to Chumlee. Also a show of respect to Matsushima, the voice actor for this particular character.

I love Chumlee!

So, who are the other Trigger girls?

TRIGGER GIRLS will not be taking part in LWA.

Isekai is the biggest trend in the industry right right now, are Trigger going to get into it?

None of the project we're working on fits that genre. But who knows, some surprise project my nudge in.

Why are there no Canadian witches?

Please put in a Canadian witch

I guess we don't have a clear image of what Canada/Canadians are like. We gotta do some studying I suppose.

(click on “Keep reading” for more questions)

When do we see Andrew debut!??

I can't disclose this information. Sorry! Just keep on watching every episode...

Did you expect Little Witch Academia to provoke such a response overseas?

How much has the international audience factored into your plans for this series?

Initially I had no expectation. But I always wanted to work on a project that will be watched and enjoyed globally.

Does Trigger approve of Akko x Diana? This is important.

No. Do what you wish in your fan fictions.

What are the chances of getting a British dub?

That'd be the dream

Producer- san

WHAT STATE IS AMANDA FROM?

We only have her nationality thought out still. She's Irish American sooo how's Brooklyn sound?

I haven't confirmed anything with the director, so anything I mention might be turned over at a later time.

Will vampire-chan appear in episode 4?

Will Sucys mom-sama appear?

We really want to.

Is there going to be a Luluco cameo in LWA?

Can't comment on this at the moment.

Is there a male counterpart to Luna Nova???

A school for Wizards??

Wizards exist in the LWA world.

Will Trigger-chan show up in LWA?

No

Will Akko ever get gud?

Will Lotte do something outside be the 3rd wheel?

You have to watch the entire series to find that out.

Producer-san what was the inspiration for the spells?

I'll disclose that information once the series is over!

Has TRIGGER considered opening up donations from overseas, or using a service like Patreon?

Many of us want to support the studio directly, but it's difficult.

Not at the moment. But if there's enough request, we can give it a try.

Producer-san do idol witches exist?

Isn't that suppose to be Chariot?

Is Akko the only muggle (non-magic folk) in the academy, or will there be more featured?

Is Luna Nova the only magic school in the LWA world?

I think there's more student from a non magic household. They're just not featured.

Yes, other magical academy aside from Luna Nova exists.

Who came up with the metal wand design?

All the designs are by Yoshinari.

Producer-san, Tattun touched upon this briefly, but what is THE single best way to support you guys directly when it comes to merchandising? Forget the middleman, forget committees, what is the best way for my money to go directly to you, tattun, and everyone else that works in the studio?

Hmmm I'm not sure.

Will Trigger be selling LWA Brooms as merchandise?

because i would buy one.

No. Someone please make a prop broom for us!

Do you guys plan on selling raw inbetween frames for LWA like you guys did for KLK?

We hope to do so!

How is production going so far on the show? How do the staff feel about the project?

We're behind! Help us!

How different is it producing anime for a platform like Netflix in comparison to just producing it regularly?

It's quite different! A lot of new rules that we have to follow.

Hi Producer-san! If this series gets dubbed, which I hope it does so kids in the States can watch it, will it have the same voice actors as for the OVAs? Or will you get new VAs?

I'm not sure. We never had any says in dubbing.

Producer-san

This is very important for us.

Ursula a virgin?

Yes/No?

She says "うるせーなwww"

Dear Producer-san

Can we trust you guys to upkeep the family-friendly and magical atmosphere of the show? I love the world this anime presents and I, as many other anons, believe that adding things like romance or going overboard with yuri would demolish that atmosphere.

We do want to keep the family friendly atmosphere. Our goal is to make a series where it is appreciated by the largest demographic.

Also, will we see more of Avery, and Akko bullying?

Avery will get a scene occasionally.

Hopefully Akko can grow out of her habits.

I know it is early but is there any plans for Season 2 or another Movie and maybe OVA if LWA came out successful/popular?

Hold your horses! Please enjoy our television series first.

What inspired the decision to make Amanda overtly Irish-American as opposed to just American?

It's one of the few times I've seen something like that done in an anime.

Not sure. It was a request by Yoshinari.

Important question: Is sucy a Filipino?

We want to keep Sucy's profile mysterious.

Why is there no Swedish witch producerSan?

You gotta settle with Lotte. She's from the same area... sort of... They exist in another class. Just not around Akko.

Will Chum Lee appear on later episodes or was it a one time cameo?

he will make an appearance occasionally.

I love Chumlee.

How much research was put into British snacks? Did anyone get as fat as Jasminka?

Wow! I'm amazed how much research you've put in.

>pot

>kettle

based tattun

This is Tattun responding. Yes my favorite flavor for kettle cook potato chip is Salt n Vinegar. Thus why I like Jas.

Are we getting beach episode?

No.

Where would you like to see anime go in 5 years? Where do you think it will be in 5 years?

I hope we're around in 5 years.

Who's work in the animation industry today do you admire?

Zootopia's director. Byron Howard

What's your opinion on animation today? 3D, 2D, video games, etc.?

It's good to have multiple ways to express a project. But my favorite is 2D.

Answers from here on by Tattun.

Are we going to get the cards?

I believe there's a plan to have them as a bonus for the BD. As for the details, I am unsure.

TATTUN

Tell Trigger that we want to give them money.

It's getting ridiculous. She kept dodging out attempts to throw money at her.

Tell them to open a donation thing. I mean come on it's current year.

The Japanese are very skeptical when it comes to new technology/idea they're not familiar with.

Is there any merch in particular that you enjoy helping create? Any that you're looking forward to that you can tell us?

Is this question exclusive to LWA? I usually make artbook type of merch. For LWA, I believe I only made the yellow staff book that went around a while ago.

aren't you supposed to work for a living

for the last few days you just sit here and shitpost

I kinda get to set my own work hours. As long as I can get the work done. I don't recall posting here all that much though? Last time was Saturday?

Does Trigger owning the IP for LWA (I assume they own it at least) give better leverage for shares of profits?

How profitable for you are figures and nendoroids?

I have no details regarding this matter. But from the looks of previous title like KLK, I don't think it's too great.

What merch do we need to buy to directly support trigger?

This is important!!!!

Mostly stuff that goes on our online store... Which isn't too rich in variety since we always have difficulties getting the go sign for oversea sales.

>I hope we're around in 5 years.

A-are you guys running low on funds? ;w;

I think our producer has the habit of overspending the initial budget lol

Hey Tattun, given what you said in the last thread, how will we know which merchandise is sold by Trigger as opposed to the committee?

I know you said that it's a complicated process regarding what merch Trigger actually gets to licence, but if there was even some way of knowing which merch is licenced by Trigger it would help a lot for those of us who wish to support the studio directly.

Might be hard but if you research hard enough, it'll generally say who manufactured the item.

>The Japanese are very skeptical when it comes to new technology/idea they're not familiar with.

Well tell them to stop being skeptical and enter the 21st century.

What do you expect from people who "REALLY" believes that such an archaic media like Blu-rays sells like pancakes.

How would you rank Trigger's original works, in order of most to least favorite?

Did you enjoy Luluco as much as I did (a lot)?

The first project I was involved was the original LWA. So nostalgia points are definitely in effect. Sooo I'll probably rank LWA on top of Luluco and KLK.

Will the old LWA sketchbook ever be reprinted?

No plans at the moment

So Tattun, do you like your anime-related job? Would you change it for something different?

Yea, I'm enjoying it. But then I gotta think of quality of life soon too lol

Tattun, is this guy right?

Nah, but this guy sounds like he has a better understanding than me.

Im sorry if this is really off the topic of anime, but when Kill la Kill was airing I heard that Trigger and Platinum Studios were pals, or just had mutual things going on so this lead to me also hearing a lot of wishing and speculation that there would be a KLK or some trigger video game at some point, however I always question the validity of that statement.

Do you know if it is true though?

Maybe one of the producer might be close with someone in Platinum? Can't confirm this but I know one of the creators from Platinum was interested in working on a KLK game if given the opportunity.

Are you planning to come back at some point in the future?

Since the Mods were kind enough to give me an account, I'd like to make more use out of it.

what are some dirty secrets about the anime industry

I thought I was pretty open with my opinions today.

[taeyangdyb]

Giving love a shot part 48 ♡♡♡♡♡

♧Jay’s views♧

*1 day before wedding*

Looking around  my empty apartment, it feels so unreal. I donated, sell, or give away

Jake: woah it look empty in here

Jay: *smile*

Jake: you ready?

Jay: no

Jake: don’t worry man, you’ll be fine. They say “Behind every strong man is a strong woman” you my brother, you have a strong warrior behind you, so you’ll be perfectly fine.

Jay: since when have you became so wise?

Jake: I’ve always been. Mom cried yesterday

Jay: why?

Jake: happy tears

Jay: very soon she’ll be nagging me for kids

Jake: get ready for it. Where’s your fiance?

Jay: she’s been running around all  day

Jake: still?

Jay: yea, the wedding is 5 hours away, so she’s packing her stuff go to the hotel.

Jake: and You?

Jay: me?

Jake: your stuff?

Jay: oh, she already packed my stuff

Jake: doing her wifey duty  huh?

Jay: yup

Jake: well I need to go get a haircut, I  might just find my bride tomorrow

Jay: good luck.

Jake: thanks.

Jay: I should get out of here to.

*5 hours later*

I’ve been trying to reach Jae all day, I still haven’t been able to.

Jay: *Call Mark*

Mark: hey man, you looking for Jae aren’t You?

Jay: yeah, I haven’t heard from her all day.

Mark: she left her phone in her suit

Jay: is she alone?

Mark: yea, I think she went to pick up Gajeel.

Jay: oh

Mark: but you’ll see her at the rehearsal dinner later, so don’t be late.

Jay: I won’t.

Since the wedding is far away, we’re all staying at a near by hotel. Right now I'm  going to get ready.

*2hours later, Rehearsal dinner*

Simon: here comes the groom

Loco: what’s going on man?

Gray: ready for the big day?

Jay: *sigh* yea

Chacha: I’m guessing, he’s nervous.

Jay: this is a big step

Simon: dude, nothing’s going to change, the only difference is that you guys will be moving in together.

Jay: I know, where is she anyways this thing is starting in 15minutes.

*25minutes later *

♤Jae’s view♧

Jae: sorry I’m late *walking in with Gajeel*

Yori: No worries, we weren’t expecting you early

Jae: I’m beat, my feet is killing me. Well hello Mr.Park

Jay: Mrs.Park, how was your day?

Jae: busy, I had to get Gajeel’s food before coming here.

Jay: oh right, she only eat dog food

Jae: speaking of which, I saw two little things running around? No pets allow

Jimin: they’re your cousins’ dog.

Jae: I thought  I said no pets *walks off to them*

*(Cuz 1= cousin 1)*

Jae: the invite specifically said no pet

Cuz1: well hello to you to Jaeha

Cuz2: why can’t we have our dogs, you brought yours?

Jae: yes, MY dog, MY wedding, and besides my dog has more manners than both dog and owners.

Mom: JAEHA!

Cuz1: you’re being over dramatic again.

Cuz2: just chill out

Jae: look my wedding, my rule. Either the dogs out or you both can get out. You have about 5 seconds.

Cuz1: I’m not putting my dog out.

Jae: well okay then. SECURITY!!

“yes ma'am”

Jae: I would like you guys to escort these ladies out with their dogs please. Besides Gajeel, no other pets should be allowed in the venue today or tomorrow. Understand?

“Yes ma'am”

Mom: aren’t you pushing this a little too far?

Jae: to far?, this is just the beginning. We will begin as soon as you guys figure which one of you will leave or stay.

*1hour later*

Everything went well, my dog did well.

Eric: you know you should go to bed early  right?

Jae: I know, I am so done for today.

Since the wedding isn’t in the same place as the hotel, I have to drive back another 30minutes.

Jae:*sitting  by the pool*

Joon: so you’re the first one to go Huh?

Eric: I swear I thought Mark, would’ve gone first. Since he’s all mature, responsible and such.

Mark: shut up

Jae: you guys know I’m not going anywhere right?

Yori: still, you’re not going to be as free. to just travel, or party and do all these wifey things.

Ailee: and soon you’ll have kids to raise

Jae: And you guys think you’ll be off the hook? Everyone will be on baby duty.

Joon: hey I dont know how to do that?

Jae: internet.

Joon: you should definitely have twins

Eric: yeah that’d be awesome.

Jae: did you guys talk to Jay or something? He’s wishing for the same thing

Jimin: we should probably go to sleep, it’s a long day tomorrow.

Jae: yeah I need an hour bath first.

As the rest of the night goes, the girls left earlier, while the guys stayed.

Getting to the hotel I have a suit to myself, I run myself a hot bath and just try to calm down. I try to relax but I just can’t.

Everyone just let me be so I can rest, I can’t go to Jay, my friends won’t come over to my room so I could  just  have enough sleep.

*Jay’s views *

After leaving the venue, I went to the hotel take and shower. I try to sleep, but can’t help feeling anxious. I wonder what Jaeha’s up to.

Jay:*calls Jae*

Jae: hello?

Jay: hey, were you sleeping?

Jae: I wish, I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour. It’s not like I can drink anything.

Jay: did you showered?

Jae: took an hour bath, turned off the lights but still nothing.

Jay: anything I can do? 

Jae: can you put me to sleep?

Jay: I think it’d be easier if we were together

Jae:*sigh* I know

Jay: you want me to sing for you?

Jae: that’s unlike you

Jay: well normally I’d already be in your room, but I can’t see you till tomorrow. So what do you want me to sing?

Jae: anything

Only Han Jaeha could make me do things like this. I’ve never done that to any woman, including Yuri. Within twenty minutes of singing to her, she falls asleep.

*next morning*

         ♡♡♡WEDDING DAY♡♡♡

Waking the next morning to a camera in my face.

Joon: GOOD MORNING    CONGRATULATIONS!

Jay:*half asleep, trying to process what’s going on *

Oh right I forgot Eric is in charge of this recording thing. But why do I get the annoying one.

I know I’m use to having a camera follow me around for things like this, but I wonder how Jae’s doing.

◇Eric’s views◇

Knowing Jaeha for that long, I’m not really looking forward to see her pissed off, at least not today anyways. So, intead of breaking into her room, I’m just going to wake her up peacefully.

Yori: good morning Jaeha

Jae:…

Yori: Jaejae

Jae: *open her eyes*

Ailee: hey

Jay: morning, what time is it?

Jimin: it’s 8:55 AM

Jae: okay wake me up at 12pm

Yori: your hairstylist is going to be here at 12PM.

Ailee: and you should shower and have breakfast before then.

Jae: guys I barely had any sleep all night. All I need is just one more hour.. please..

Yori: fine, we’ll be back in an hour.

*1hour later*

Yori: wake-

Jae: I’m up

Yori: great, let’s eat

Jae: are you guys going to record everything?

Eric: that’s the plan

Jae: shouldn’t you be recording the guys?

Eric: I was going to, but then none of these 3 know how to handle the camera, and besides you guys are so much fun.

Jae: and who’s with-

Eric: don’t worry, Joon and Mark got this

Jimin: I’m going to order breakfast, what do you want?

Jae: fruits, an oatmeal, orange juice.

*20minutes later*

Eric: so how do you feel?

Jae: honestly, I’m not sure. I spent the past 11 months working my butt off, flying in and out, to make sure everything goes well. Now that the day is here, I can’t feel anything. It doesn’t feel like a regular day, but it doesn’t feel like I’m getting married today either.

Ailee: are you scared?

Jae: yes

Eric: how come?

Jimin: you guys known each other for years

Jae: I know, but… It’s just… Besides  you guys and Gajeel,  I’ve-

Ailee: look Jaejae, I don’t think getting married is gonna be that bad. You said it yourself it’s nothing to be afraid of. The only difference between now and weeks from now, is you guys are living together.

Jae:….*covers her head*

Yori: Jaejae?

Jae: what?

Yori: you know we have your back right? Also a private jet and money.

Jae: where are you going with this?

Ailee: if you want we can all run away, it’s not like our parents would care anyways.

Jae: what? My dad would

Eric: we can escape if you want to

Jae: you guys know I can’t do that, I mean I can, but I’d have to take Jay, and Gajeel with me, and kidnap my dad

Yori: okay then let’s just have fun and party, and we’ll begin with a glass of wine

Jae:*smile* sounds good to me

Ailee: bring on the glass

Eric: uh- ladies?

Jimin: what?

Eric: I don’t think it’s a good idea for you guys to be drinking.

Ailee: don’t worry, we’ll only have one glass every hour.

And literally, everything went well afterward. Byul and the other girls came  in later. It’s great filming them, but I had to leave someone else in charge to got get ready.

*1hour till wedding*

♡Jae views♡

This is it,  today I marry Jay. How do I feel? Nervous of course. I know to our  friends it seems like we’re only moving in together, but…. I don’t know. To me, it’s much more than that. Today is the day our future begins, the day our lives together starts, he responsible for me, and him to me, today….today we become one. One soul in two bodies.

*phone call from Jay*

Jae: hello?

Jay: hey, how’s it going on your end?

Jae: I’m good…I guess. You?

Jay: Trying to stay calm

Jae: you should try a glass of wine, it’ll help.

Jay: you’re drinking?

Jae: don’t worry, strangely it’s not really working.

Jay: you’re feeling alright?

Jae: nervous, You?

Jay: silently freaking out

Jae: silently?

Jay: I’m trying to stay calm, but my palms are sweaty

Jae: you’ll be fine, just think of this as one of your performances

Jay: Jaejae, this is more important than and any performance I’ve ever done, or will ever do.

Jay and I stayed on the phone, we calm each other’s nerves, until it was time.

Jay: well this is it

Jae: yea

Jay: I’ll be waiting for you down the aisle, don’t make me wait for too long

Jae: I won’t

Jay: love you

Jae: I love you to

Well I guess that’s it.

◇Jay’s views◇ *Going down the aisle or stairs*

It’s weird how I perform in front of thousands of people, but I’m nervous here in front of couple hundred.

It is a long walk. First you go down the stairs and then walk straight down. The wedding has just begin and my mother started crying. It’s not like  I’m 50 and finally getting hitched.

I stand there watching every one walks down. Jae had her friends from France to come walk with Gray, Mark, and Eric. If Gray didn’t screw up, he could’ve been the one walking down with Byul.

Finally time for the princess to enter. With everyone on their feet, seeing Jae walking down with her dad, I can’t help feeling emotional.

I can’t see her face under the veil. The closer she get to me, the faster my heart beat…..and finally, finally she’s here.

Dad:*kisses Jae and places her hand into his*

Finally locking eyes with her, I’ve never seen her this beautiful. Normally Jaeha only wear eyeliner and lipstick, but seeing her with more makeup she looks like a whole new person. I think she’s gorgeous regardless.

Jae: danm you look hot

Jay: and you’re looking so…. beyond description.

Jae: thank you *smile*

*45minutes later*

Now my favorite part.

“Now our bride and groom will say their own vows, Jay”

Jay: Jaejae as much as everyone misjudged you, your the strongest woman I’ve ever met in my life. I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family’s love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. You are my person my love and my life, today and always

Jae:*gets teary*  Jay  You have made me feel more, loved than I ever thought possible, even though I can be a handful, well I am a hand  full.

Guests:*laughs*

Jae: Today, I give you all that I am,and all that I have. Just as I give you my hand to hold today, I give you my heart, my faith, my life. I choose you today. And I would choose you again tomorrow. I would go on choosing you today, and every day for the rest of our lives. You have more patient than I ever expected. I know our journey hasn’t been the easiest, we had and still have soo many struggles and obstacles in our way, if you and I actually make it here, love really do conqueres all. I love you and I too will always carry you in my heart.

“Well I don’t think there’s much to say after hearing all of this. By the power invested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife”

I honestly can’t hear anything from this point on. It feels like for just a second, the time stop. Jaeha and I are officially married husband and wife.

“You may now kiss the bride”

Jae:*smile*

My wife….finally

Jay:*pulls her in for a kiss*

*5 seconds  later*

Simon: ahem

Both pulls apart.

We walked out holding hands, like finally..we made it. Even though it will get harder ahead, but we are just going to enjoy this moment.

After the ceremony we head out to the reception hall. Well actually Jaeha went back to change her dress, and took a bit too long, but I’m used to it.

I’m so happy that I wore sneakers for after the ceremony. I don’t think i could’ve handle formal shoes

Making our way back she still look as gorgeous as ever.

*Jae’s views*

Wearing a Deep neck corset  dress that slid open on the side and her hair parted in  the  middle covers her back.

Jay: *looks at her smiling*

Jae: What?

Jay: nothing

Jae: You ready to go down?

Jay: will you be okay going down in these shoes?

Jae: yeah it’ll take a while though

Jay:*pick her up bridal styles, carrying her down *

Jae: or you can do that, that’s much better

Jay: what are you wearing?

Jae: a corset

Jay:  Can you breath in this?

Jae: I’m managing

Everyone’s shouting and applauding as we making our way downstairs.

Eric: Ladies and gentlemen Mr. And Mrs.Park.

It’s kind of embarrassing, because I’m much rather be behind the scenes, having all that attention is a bit frightening.

Eric: I’m Eric and I will be your host for this wonderful evening of celebration. Now we will have our bride and groom on the dance floor for their first dance.

🎵🎶like I’m gonna loose you🎶🎵

Jae:*put her arms around his neck*

Jay:*hold her closer*

*both singing to each other*

Jay: so you’re officially mine

Jae: *smile* weren’t we officially before?

Jay: well now you can’t run away

Jae: so that’s your plan? Marry me so I couldn’t run?

Jay: no

Jae: than why?

Jay: well, I have a few reasons?

Jae: I’m listening

Jay: well, 1) I love you

Jae: that’s one

Jay: I love you

Jae: that’s two

Jay: I can’t spend a minute without you

Jae: that’s three

Jay: you’re my right hand, I function better when you’re you’re around. Did I tell you how much I love you?

Jae: you might’ve mentioned once or a few hundred times.

Eric: now time for our father daughter dance.

I’m feeling kind of emotional, because… I don’t know why, but I couldn’t hold back the tears when the song  started.

🎵You’ll be in my heart🎵

It feels so strangely heartbroken

Dad: you’re all grown up now. I’m so proud of you. Even though we were not there for you, you turned out to be a wonderful young woman.

Jae: daddy *started crying*

Dad: just know that wether you’re married or not, you’ll always be my little girl.

After the dances, everyone started eating, and while everyone eating our host Eric plays  a video.

*Video playing*

“How long have you two known each other”

Jay: we’ve known each other for about 7 years now

Jae: yup

“Where did you two first meet?”

Jae: I met him at one of his concert, actually it was an accident.

Jay: she was trying to get a way from a crowd of fans and stumbled in our dressing room. She was angry

Jae: they stepped  on my new shoes, and they were white

“So you guys started talking after that”

Jay: no, we went to a party afterward, she waz feeling miserable, and the superman come to save the day.

Jae: * rolls her eyes*

“Was it love at first sight? Or when did you realized that you wanted to be with each other?”

Jay: I’m not sure if I’d call it love at first sight, but I know for a fact I wanted to talk to her the second I laid eyes on her

“Why?”

Jay: usually when you lock eyes with someone at a concert, they smile and you know, but this girl totally ignored me. The worst part is that she looked bored at the concert. That’s like an insult to any artist who work hard to put a great stage.

“What about you?”

Jae: to me it wasn’t, because I never pictured myself with an artist/celebrity-

“But you pretty much grow up in the spotlights, everyone watching your whereabouts. You’re a celebrity yourself”

Jae: exactly, knowing how this life is like, I wanted to be with someone who would help me escape this life.

“Well  one thing for sure is that, before Jay, there’s many rumors about you dating celebrities, were they true or not?”

Jae: those rumors were not true. I’ve dated two guys my whole 30years of life.

“Two? Does that includes Jay?”

Jae: yes

“And who might that be? If you don’t mind me asking”

Jae: someone I met in high school 

“ you went to a prestigious high school, whoever it was, must’ve been from a rich family also”

Jae: actually he wasn’t

“Why did you guys break up?”

Jae: we didn��t. He..past away

“OH, I’m sorry.”

Jae:*smile*

“Did that have any impact on you guys’ relationship?”

Jae: yes it did. I think Jay and I met at the both right and wrong time.

“Right and rong?”

Jae: yeah, he was going through a heartbreak, and I was still dealing with the lost of someone I loved and cares about. Both our past always comes in the way. Every time we take 5 steps forward,  something happened it takes us 10 steps backwards.

“What is the most frustrating thing you guys ever heard”

Jay: honestly I think Jaeha is the one who I’m sure get annoys with a certain things, or a certain questions that people ask, I’m usually too busy to have time for people to ask me questions.

Jae: to me, the most frustrating thing is, whenever anyone see me or talk to me, they’re like “you  are so lucky to be dating Jay PARK” Dating Jay, most people think that it's  a walk in a flower garden. To be honest I’m still shocked that we’ve made it this far. Getting married. Something always go wrong.

Actually the rest of the video, shows us talking about the strugglesof being together. I’m glad that Eric shows it, because most of the guest at the wedding doesn’t know the real struggles that Jay and I went through.

Our wedding is kind of…special. instead of picking one bestman we have four and I had four. It was just hard to pick one, so when it come to the speeches, it took a while.

As for the rest of the night is going pretty well.

Eric: now’s the time for the garter toss?

Having Jay going under my dress to pull something out, brings a whole lot of memories that I don’t want to thing about, at least not here.

After Jay takes it off and throws it, Gray caught it

Now’s the time for me to throw the bouquet.

Throwing the bouquet, Jimin got it. Well good luck to Byul and Jimin.

Usually, our parents leave parties to go separately talk, business, golf, and I think whatever else rich billionaires do in there spare times. There were many performances, well duh, and since all the party animals are the ones left in the hall might as well let loose, and I mean real real loose.

Eric: well since our parents finally leave the room now’s time to really party.

*Crowd cheers*

Eric: we’re going to ask the groom and the groom’s men including myself to step forward instructions from the bride, they prepared a surprise for us.

♤Jay’s views♤

I’m not really sure what is going on but- oh my God.

Jay: *hearing the song that’s starting to play* no way

🎵🎶Dance for you🎶🎵

Okay, I’m about to get a lap dance from Jaejae. I think there’s a horrible storm coming. Jaeha doesn’t even like to speak in public, let alone dance, a lap dance at that. Wait since when did she knew how to dance like that?

*4minutes later the first song finish and mommae started *

*crowd went wild*

Thank God all the adults are out of the room, cause these girls went all out in the song. One thing I’m happy for doe, no one was allow to bring any recording devices there’s gonna one video and that’s the only one Eric’s in charge of.

After the dance, they had to go back to change to their formal gowns.

This is by far the best day of my life. The night is going great, the food is good, everyone’s having fun, and what’s more important is Jaeha’s having fun. Jaeha’s happiness is my main priority, knowing how much she has going in her head, whenever I see her having fun it makes me happy. And I got a lap dance.

Simon: congratulations man, I’m happy for you

Jay:* looking at his now wife dancing with Gajeel* thanks man

Simon: you guys really deserve this. Even though it might get harder from now on, you guys will be fine, cause you two get married anything’s possible.

Jay: I know right

Simon: where are you guys going tomorrow?

Jay: I’m taking her to Fiji, and we’re leaving tonight

Simon: her choice?

Jay: no,  she doesn’t know where we’re going.

Simon: well congratulations, and good luck with your new chapter in life.

Jay: I’m gonna have to order her food later

Simon: didn’t she eat, the food was actually good

Jay: whatever  she has on, made it a bit difficult.

*4 hours later*

Dok2: still going clubbing?

Jay: heck yeah, I’m taking her with me to

Crush: what about Lina’s crush on you?

Jay: you guys know about that?

Quiet: who doesn’t? It's  pretty obvious

Jay: I’m not interested though.

Dok2: then tell her, I think she has a different motive.

Gray: Jae doesn’t fool around like that she try something, I’m going to feel sorry for her

Beenzino: are you going to take a break from working?

Jay: I don’t know, from performing maybe. I still have other work to do

Loco: when are the little Jay’s coming?

Jay: what? I’ve only been married for a few hours.

Gray: and you don’t think we know that? Where is she anyway?

Jay: no idea, but I guess she’ll come to me when she’s ready to go.

*20minutes later*

Jae:*walks towards them* hey guys

Dok2: Mrs.Park

Jae:*smile*

Jay: where were you?

Jae: talking to guests, making sure Gajeel get home and set while I’m away, got a lecture from my dad, I had fight with my cousin, now im-

Jay: woah woah woah you had a fight? Jaeha-

Jae: yea don’t worry I’m fine,

Jay: is she?

Jae: I only busted her lip

Jay:*looks at her* Han Jae Ha

Jae: okay she’ll need a few stiches, but in my defense she started it

Jay: *deep sigh* oh my goodness

Jae: I’m tired

Jay: of course you are, you were fighting

Jae: Simon does slamming head on the wall consider fighting?

Simon:*looks at Jay And laughs*

Jay: Don’t even man.

Jae: exactly

Jay: the first thing you you do after getting married is smashed someone’s face? Great just great

Jae: look I know you wanna give me a lecture, but can you save it for when I’ll actually listen

“Ms.Han your dad want to have a word with you”

Jae: me?

Jay: I think you’re the only Han here

Jae: oh right *gets up, and take one shot with whatever Jay was drink, and walks away*

Dok2: you’re not shock are You?

Jay: nope, I’m divorcing her after our hundredths wedding anniversaries

Simon: what? *lol*

Jay: I think I’ll have enough by then.

*10minutes later*

♡Jae’s views ♡

Jimin: where are they?

Yori: I think they forget about us in heels

Ailee: it’s not like we’re in the hotel

So we’re all just sitting here miserable, and these guys are talking as if they’re somewhere alone, and we’re just here waiting. Did I actually got married today? If so where’s my husband?

Jae: I’m gonna go get some air *walks out*

Standing outside, looking at the sky.

Jae: it was such a beautiful day, how come it’s so cloudy? There are no stars in the sky.

Jay: I see one *wraps his arm around her from behind*

Jae:*startled* Where?

Jay: *turns her around* you *leans in and kisses her*

Jae: I’m tired, you still haven’t tell me where we’re going for our honeymoon

Jay: it’s a surprise

Jae:*bury her face on his chest*

Jay: tired?

Jae: mhhm

Jay: should we leave now?

Jae: to our honeymoon?

Jay: yup

Jae: awesome, my feet are killing me

Jay:*pick her up*

Jae: that’s better.

Jay: come on our car’s waiting.

It’s sucks, there were so many stars earlier, but now I can’t see any. I’m not sure why but this is horrible depressing.

Getting to the hotel, our pilot was waiting, there’s a horrible storm that’s coming, we were advised to not get on the plane until further notice.

Jae: great, something just have to go wrong *walks to the lift*

Jay: I’m sorry

Jae: *frowns* it’s fine why did I even thing that everything was going to be fine, totally forgot that I was cursed *pushes the button*