#first friday

[fridaybear]

Ahhhhh, the first Friday of 2025. Hope you have a fantastic year and many fabulous Fridays and weekends ahead. As for us, we're glad to see 2024 behind us. Thanks for hanging with us. We appreciate you.

"Grizzly bear north of Obsidian Cliff" by YellowstoneNPS is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0.

[imaginedreamwrite]

For first Friday, maybe the first time König buys a gift for his future baby? And it surprises reader because it’s the first thing for her baby

He grunted under his breath as he dragged his feet toward the cabin, grumbling over the wet dense snow that had clung to the underside of his boots. He had been gone for weeks yet he checked the weather almost every day while he was gone, hoping it would prove to be good for you. Just as he checked the weather, König had also checked in on you, making sure you weren’t overdoing it.

Obstinate would have been the perfect word to describe you, because it was as true as it was irritating. You were stubborn and you’d affixed yourself into a position of I’m still capable even though I’m pregnant and that was almost enough to make König leave the operation early.

But no, he stayed and bided his time because he knew sooner rather than later he would be back home, and when he was home he could take care of you. Properly.

As König stepped up to the porch he knocked his boots against the front door to loosen the snow, and then he stepped inside. Immediately he was hit with a delectable scent, his sweet little pregnant omega was lingering in the kitchen making tea. He could see you from the front door, and he’d only stopped himself from immediately capturing you in his thick corded arms to take off his boots.

Once they were off and put away, König dropped his bag and moved forward toward you. Any irritation he might have held over you doing too much was immediately gone when he saw you. He was a man in love, an alpha who desired nothing more than to have you against him.

“König,” your voice broke the silence and you turned to face him, a smile upon your face was genuine, “you’re back early.”

“Kleine Reh,” König drew you into his embrace, his arms sliding around your waist to secure you against him, “I missed you.”

He was shameless as he nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your omega scent as if it was his lifeline. He had drawn you closer, mindful of your baby belly, until you gently swatted at him to let you go. Once he had given you room to breathe, his eyes swept over you as to analyze and study any possible differences in your appearance. His hands were still nestled against your back, his attentive gaze moving down to your baby belly—more pronounced than before and so beautiful.

“I have a gift for you,” König had only truly moved away from you to head back to his bags, and he crouched down to rifle through them, “I bought you something for you and our kind.”

“You bought a gift?” Your tone was surprised, and your curious gaze was on him as he rifled through his things. You stood where you had, still waiting for the water to boil for tea, yet your attention was only on him.

Once he was back at his full height, König was quick to join you again. He had hidden the gifts behind his back, keeping them from you until he was right in front of you. His hand rested upon your baby belly, smoothing down the growing bump with pride radiating off of him.

“Close your eyes.” König ordered gently, waiting for you to follow his direction, and once you had he had revealed the surprises.

He placed the soft stuffed animal, a little floppy eared rabbit, against your chest until you opened your eyes. Once you had looked at the stuffed animal held against you, you had immediately grabbed it with your hands, turning it over to examine it.

“König,” your eyes and tone of voice told him everything he needed to know, your surprise and joy was unwavering, “it’s adorable.”

“Its for our kind,” he rested his hand upon the stuffed animal, rubbing it’s soft ears, “every kind needs a bunny-“

“This if the first thing ever bought for our baby,” your eyes grew soft and the appearance of tears had him almost second guessing his decision.

Had he crossed a line? Had he overstepped his bounds? Was it his right to buy the first gift?

“I love it.” You pressed the rabbit to your nose, squeezing it as a series of emotions passed through you. “König its really…it’s amazing.”

“Schatzchen,” König reached out and wiped your tears with his thumb, chest aching at the sight of your tears even if they were happy, “I have something for you too.”

König had watched you, studied you as you raised your head and looked at him with this curious eyes. He had cracked a smile which was usually a rare sight when he was with anyone else—but with you, he felt like he was going to break his face from how much he smiled.

“Here,” König had revealed the second gift, his hand holding the soft velour choker necklace that he debated even giving you, “I know it might seem too soon, and if you don’t want it-”

You grabbed it from him, turning it over in your hands. It a choker necklace that doubled as a bite guard, the equivalent of a promise ring. It was beautiful, thick and soft with a gemstone at the centre that matched the colour of your eyes. (Something like this)

“Y/N-“ he spoke your name but you’d already slipped the choker necklace around your neck, securing it over your scent glands. You’d openly and wholly accepted, signifying the deepening bond of your relationship.

König felt relief and pride when you accepted his gift, when you had so willingly and of your own accord placed it around your neck. It fit nicely, it suited you so well and there was a surge of his desire that nearly made him lose control then and there.

“Thank you,” you reached for him, you had settled yourself against him, resting your head against his firm body as he slipped his arms around you again, “for both. I love them, König.”

[floridaboiler]

[anastpaul]

First Friday of the Month: “I promise you, in the excessive mercy of my Heart that my all powerful love, will grant to all those who receive Holy Communion on the First Friday, for Nine Consecutive Months, the grace of final repentance; they shall not die in my disgrace, nor without receiving the Sacraments; my Divine Heart shall be their safe refuge, in that last moment.” — Our Lord to St Margaret Mary

(via First Friday, Day 8 of the Immaculate Conception Novena, Notre-Dame de Séez/ Our Lady of Séez, France (5th Century), St Nicholas and Memorials of the Saints – 6 December – AnaStpaul)

[apesoformythoughts]

Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus…on a first Friday? In June?

[bullymagnet]

just finished editing/touching up first friday a nine year old fic because one panel of johnny jhonny in paranatural after like six years made me go completely insane

[ad-crucem]

“My Love reigns in suffering [and] triumphs in humility”

—Christ to St. Margaret Mary Alocoque

[tinyshe]

[myremnantarmy]

A holy day has dawned upon us.

Come, you nations, and adore the Lord.

Today a great light has come upon the earth.

[angeltreasure]

When I was waiting in the pew for confession on Saturday, this was in it in front of me. No one claimed it, so I read part of it and brought it home. I’m going to start this one this Friday. If I do, the Novena will end on the Epiphany!

[wronghandcomic]

First Friday doodles. I might turn these into a story sometime later.

[imaginedreamwrite]

What did gaz and his bookish omega do for their first date??

He watches you from across the table, fiddling with the stem of your wine glass, shifting with a kind of shyness that makes Kyle smile like a fool. You don’t know how beautiful he finds you, how inescapably drawn he is to everything you do.

He wanted to make you comfortable on your first date, not pressure you into doing anything you didn’t want. Was it typical and cheesy to bring you to dinner for a first date? Probably, but Kyle also knew you loved this place and he couldn’t wait to take you there on a proper date.

After weeks of talking at the library where you worked, late hours where he’d offer to walk you to your car after your shift so you weren’t alone, had led to this moment. He had been interested in you weeks, no months, since he met you, and he knew you felt the same. You were hesitant of course, given that you were more of an introvert than an extrovert, and you didn’t want to rush into anything.

Now, a week after he first asked you out on the date, he’s sitting across from you. And he’s stunned, absolutely smashed by how pretty beautiful you look, it’s just a reminder that, even on the first date, he could’ve asked you to accept his mark.

“I’ve been learning British Sign Language,” you mention the fact to Kyle when he asks you about the library—specifically about you volunteering for the adult classes that are taught there.

“British sign language?” Gaz rests his elbow on the table, causally and naturally reaching across for your hand, just to feel your skin against his own. “You need help sweetheart?”

“You know British sign language?” You don’t immediately answer his question, rather you counter his question with your own, and seem surprised by that fact.

“Course, love. I learned it a few years ago.” Kyle’s thumb brushed against your knuckles, his brown eyes reflecting just how endeared he was to you. “Why are you learning it?”

“Oh,” your voice grows a little softer and your eyelashes flutter as you blink. You seem bashful but continue anyway, answering his question.

“Well there’s the adult classes I volunteer at, but there’s also a few activities for kids…one of the little alpha’s that comes after school got into an accident a while ago and lost a lot of his hearing. And I’ve been wanting to learn so I can communicate with him better.” You were a sweetheart, an absolute gem of an omega, and Gaz was smitten.

If Gaz had any doubts that he’d wanna marry you, they completely evaporated in this moment. If there was any possible speculation about whether he’d wanna be your mate, it was turned to ash and dust.

How could you be so beautiful, so kind hearted and not be mated? How the hell did someone not snatch you up already?

Better yet, if anyone tried to steal you before Gaz had the chance to sweep you off his feet, he’d go into a rage. You were a darling omega, you were breathtaking and had a heart of gold, and damn him if he didn’t want to shield you from the cruel world.

“I can help you,” Gaz squeezed your hand, his fingers slowly entwining with your own, “anytime you want, just ask.”

There was no doubt now, you had stolen his heart. Completely and unwaveringly stolen it for your own.

[floridaboiler]

[atlas9-official]

Kansas City natives and visitors, join us this Friday September 6th at 7pm at Mean Mule in the crossroads.

Weird stuff, cool stuff, free stuff.

[joshuasimilien]

First Friday sights in Downtown Goshen.