#i'm thinking of walking my aunt's cow

[ode2rin]

i'm bored mimi. what you thinking about rn

oh nothing much, anon. just thinking of reader and sae having the talk about you know, settling down. you asking him for plans, how you would run the house, and he agrees to everything you said. you asked him a total of 15 (more or less) questions and he asks you only one, just one question. and it's all he needs to know to bring out the velvet box hidden somewhere in his closet.

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - warning: postpartum depression requested by multiple: mama's family

"Where's my baby?!"

You can practically hear your teeth grinding together as you give your aunt a tight lipped smile. "He's due to get up any minute." She sighs, like it's an inconvenience, your mom hot on her heels.

"Hi honey," she says, glancing around your now pristine flat, "how are things?"

"Oh, fine." It's the same thing you've been saying this whole time. I'm fine. I'm good. Everything is great. "Went to the pediatrician the other day, Ry is perfect and healthy." You omit the rest of your news, the sudden reappearance of Simon, the stable, consistent presence in your life, the man who was supporting you in anyway he could.

Even though you absolutely do not want your mom or your aunt to meet him, let alone know about him-

you still kind of wish he was here.

He told you yesterday, regretfully, that he had meetings on base all day today, and you told him your mom and aunt were coming by, but probably wouldn't stay long. It was good, that he wouldn't be around.

Before he left for the night, he made you promise to call if you needed him. Text him to check in. You did as he asked, but didn't hear much. Not a surprise, since he said he wouldn't have a lot of time to respond, but still wanted updates.

"That's great honey." Her smile is genuine, and you know she means it. She does mean well, mostly. It's not her fault you're bad at asking for help, or that since you left home, you've become stubbornly independent. You even spent a few years "gallivanting across the globe" as your sister liked to say, shirking responsibility after uni.

Your family was used to you being a bit of a ghost.

"- don't you think?" Your aunt's voice brings you back to earth, and you nod robotically, unsure of what you're agreeing to. You're about to apologize for missing the conversation when the baby monitor on the kitchen counter lights up, Orion's fussy 'I just woke up mom, come get me' cry crackling from the speaker.

"That's for me." You joke half heartedly with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. You know the battle with ensue as soon as you come back into the living room with the baby, and you dread it.

"Hi baby." You bend at the waist, scooping him out of his crib. "You're gettin' too heavy for mama, big boy. Don't know what I'm gonna do when you're older." The thought stops you in your tracks, the acknowledgement that he'll get older, that soon he'll be six months, and then a year, two. He'll learn to crawl, to walk, to speak. It's exciting, and anxiety inducing. What if you mess him up? What if you don't give him a good life? What if you're not a good mom, or he gets sick, or there's an accident, or an attack or-

No. You're not going to do this. You're not going to fall into these obsessive what ifs. It will only make you sick to your stomach.

You get him into a new nappy and clothes before slinking back into the living room, cowed with your head down. His head turns against your chest, seeking, and you know he's starting to realize he's hungry.

But the vultures don't care.

"Bring that boy over here, let me hold him." Your aunt croons, syrupy sick voice conjuring a roar of nausea.

"He's probably hungry." You start to warn them that this won't last long as you lower him into her arms, but you know it will fall on deaf ears. "So-"

"Just get a bottle from the fridge dear, I can feed him no problem." You fight the urge to to snap at her, unreasonable rage swelling inside your heart. No one feeds him except you, and Simon. Bottles are fine when you're asleep and can't nurse, or between feedings, but he doesn't eat as much from them. Of course, you've tried to tell them that, multiple times, but it never seems to stick. Your mom knows, but she never stands up to her older sister.

Like mother like daughter, you guess. You've never been a doormat per se, but you don't have a strongest backbone, and becoming a mom has changed you, a lot. You've become even more soft, more sensitive. It's... a problem.

"How are you feeling, honey?" You know she's asking mostly about your body, your stitches, your physical aches and pains, which were plenty considering what you went through when Ry was born, but your mom's voice is gentle, like she senses you frustration, and you give her a weak smile. It's nice she's expressing interest, but that's usually as far as it goes, unless you count the meals she's brought over that you barely picked it, not having enough energy to even feed yourself, or shower, or the suggestion that you give her the baby all the time so you could 'take a break' even though he screamed the moment he was separated from you. Not helpful. Nobody cared that you had scary thoughts, scary moments, scary days. Nobody offered to be here at night with you, when you were all alone with the baby after dark, terrified, crying in the bathroom with your face buried in a towel so you wouldn't wake him. No one was here when you were afraid you might hurt him, or yourself, and no one seemed to hear you when you shrugged over and over again, your lack of interest in everything explicitly clear.

You sucked at asking for help, so you didn't. And when you did, you never got it right, or got the right answers, so you stopped asking. Everything became fine. Good.

"Fine, good." She opens her mouth to say something, ask some question, probably about Ry, when your blood goes cold.

The sound of your front door opening rings out like a bang, your eyes widening in panic, and you nearly run to the kitchen.

Oh fuck. Oh no, no no no-

You turn in slow motion to see your baby's daddy, the man who has a key now, stepping through the doorway. As soon as you lay eyes on him, you split down the middle. You're horrified, because of what's about to happen with the two hens on the couch and-

your libido roars to life. Simon's not wearing his usual jeans or joggers and black hoodie, but a camouflage military uniform. One that he fills out, broad shoulders and broad chest fitted snug inside the material. You think you're staring. Or drooling. Or both.

His lips quirk up on one side with a secretive, almost seductive smile, and he peeks over your shoulder before turning his attention back to you. "Hey mama."

"H-hey. Uh. Hi." Your hands uselessly flit around, like you're trying to swat some invisible bugs away or something. "My mom is still here. And my aunt," you can't help yourself, you take him in from head to toe one more time, "you look... nice."

"Price makes me wear my BDU for on base meetings." He grunts, slightly exasperated. Who?

"BDU?"

"Battle dress uniform. It's... the approved, standard uniform. I don't wear it... in the field." His lips press together, and your mind wanders, curious questions about 'the field' popping up like fireworks, but you push them away. Now is definitely not the right time. His thumb brushes your cheek, under your eye, and he frowns. "Everything alright?"

You step to the side, motioning to the living room, where your aunt and mother are whispering fiercely. You roll your shoulders, and take a deep breath. "Do you... want to, say hi?" The question is weak, your voice small. His brow furrows. He looks hesitant, and you don't blame him. They're a lot. It's a lot. He glances down at you again, head tilted in consideration. "Or you could just go. If you ran out that door... well I'd only wish I could come with you." You whisper, and he cracks a smile.

"No. 'm not runnin' from any part of you, sweetheart. C'mon. They can't be worse than..." he trails off, odd look in his eyes before it clears, "they can't be worse than a lot of things."

He follows you around the corner of the kitchen, crossing the threshold of the living room with two large strides.

Your mother gasps. Your aunt makes a sound that you can only describe as a goose being strangled, and Orion starts to cry. Perfect.

"Oh, oh shhh, shhhh." Your aunt tries to soothe him, but you know it won't work.

"Mom," you call over the noise, gesturing to the giant man standing next to your coffee table, and you, "Mom! This is Simon." She stares at you, confused, shocked even. You never told her your one night stand's name, just that you couldn't track him down, so she doesn't make the connection.

Still, she gapes at him. Clears her throat with a question.

"Is this... your boyfriend honey?" Your aunt's expression is not much different, and you freeze. Is he? Is that what this is? You half expect Simon to reject the term boyfriend flat out, but instead-

"Something like that." His hand settles between your shoulder blades, and you lean into it, relishing the comfort. Just the presence of him in the flat is enough to soothe you, lessen the tension you feel building in your chest. "Sounds like he's hungry, mama."

"Yeah, I think he's more than ready." You reach for Ry, eager to pick him up, but your aunt shifts her body, shying away, turning her shoulder to you. You're used to this, the keep away, the way they always try to convince you he'll calm down, to let them hold him for too long, to get him a bottle... but Simon is not.

He goes rigid at your side. You can feel the muscle in his arm turn to stone, and his eyes narrow, upper lip curling. Your mother's eyes go wide, but your aunt remains oblivious. "I can feed him, dear. Go get a bottle warmed up and-"

"No." Simon snaps, rough pitch of his voice dipping deeper into the manc accent, and she bristles. This bitch wouldn't be scared of the devil himself.

"Excuse me?" You watch the muscle in his jaw flex with fascination, wondering what he'll do next. You're brought back to when you met, when he stared down the guy who pushed you out of the way at the bar like he was going to murder him, before calling you over to settle next to his thigh. He put his hand on your waist, shielded you from everyone else for the rest of the night.

You were a goner before you ever had a chance to begin.

"Orion wants his mother. You can hand him over without a fuss, or I can throw you out of this flat. Your choice." His words are hard, cold steel, a sharp knife slicing away, exposing vulnerable parts and smashing them to pieces.

Your aunt has the gall to look scandalized, but when you glance at your mother, she has a different expression. It's warm. Approving. She mets your eyes with a small smile as you scoop Orion up, and then she stands.

"We'll get out of your hair, honey." She tugs you into a half hug before looking over. "Nice to meet you Simon." Your aunt is ranting and raving all the way to your front door, but once it's shut...

"Bloody hell." He mutters, and shakes his head. "I won't let anyone push you 'round like that, sweetheart. Family or not. Especially not in your own home, I-"

"Thank you." It's all you can say. "I um, kind of suck at sticking up for myself, sometimes. It means a lot, that you would do that. For me." He steps close, hand covering Orion's belly and chest, even though he's still crying.

"Kitten doesn't have any claws," he murmurs against your ear, and your eyebrows knit together. Uh... what? "Don't worry, you won't need 'em. Not now that you have me." There's something dangerous in his tone, something lethal and profound. It’s as fervid as his proclamation about his commitment to you, to Orion. Like dark water, bottomless and black, it draws you out deeper, sends shivers up your spine, but doesn't turn you away. It makes you curious, intrigued, desperate to peel back his layers, to dig into him until you know it all, inside and out.

Curiosity killed the cat, isn’t that what they say?

You weren't afraid of him that night, and you're not afraid now. You know Simon is not an ordinary man. You know you've bitten off a lot, by having his baby, rekindling this connection, giving him a key-

but you plan to chew.

[jungle-angel]

Playing Doctor (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett will literally do anything to get out of going to the doctor, but a little roleplaying goes a long way

Warnings: SMUT, parenthood, Rhett trying to get out of going to the doctor's, cancer scare etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist

You groaned when you saw the number for the missed call on the answering machine for the phone in the kitchen.

"You ok hon?" Cecelia asked as she began prepping the raw green beans for dinner.

"That's the third time this week," you huffed. "Rhett was supposed to go for a doctor's appointment on Friday and it's Tuesday."

Cecelia chuckled a little. "Typical Rhett," she said. "Him and Royal are two of the same. They'll think of any excuse to not go, they both hate going."

"I know Cece, it's just annoying," you sighed, helping her snap off the ends of the green beans.

"Annoying as it is, they still need to be careful," Cecelia remarked. "Still haven't forgotten Roy's reaction when they found that cyst in my left tit last year"

"Ooooooh."

"Yep," Cecelia continued. "Nasty, nasty stuff. Mom had breast cancer and so didn't Aunt Anna, Aunt Betty and Aunt Mariah."

"Isn't that what Oma Heidi had too?" you asked.

"Oh Roy's mother had it bad," Cecelia answered. "Both his father and my father had it too but part of that was because his father was over in Vietnam and my father smoked for forty two plus years."

You and Cecelia chattered away when you heard Rhett trailing through the door, groaning as he kicked off his boots and hung his tan carhartt jacket up on the hook.

"Hey Ma," he said, greeting his mother cheerfully. "Something smells real good, what's for dinner?"

"The prime rib your father had sitting in the drop freezer," Cecelia answered. "By the way, I think ya'll might've missed something this afternoon."

"Huh?" Rhett said, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"I saw a message on the answering machine from the doctor's office," you said, giving him 'the look'.

"Oh um......yeah about that......ya see, a funny thing happened, Wes called and one of the cows had a breach birth and......"

"RHETT!!!!!"

"Hey ya'll try havin some creepy old dude feelin up your nuggets!" Rhett blurted out. "It's awkward as hell!!"

"Rhett need I remind ya'll that I have to have my tits felt up every six months?" Cecelia reminded him.

"No, but it's still awkward!"

"Oh you wanna talk about awkward?" you chuckled. "You wanna hear about my last gyno appointment?"

"NO!!"

"Well first she takes a speculum, which is like a freezing cold pair of salad tongs and widens the hole a little bit," you explained, delighting in watching him squirm. "And then she takes a little stick and scrapes my cervix......."

"LA LA LA LA!!!!! I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL!!!!" Rhett interrupted, covering his ears. "I can't hear ya'll!!!!"

"MY CERVIX DAMNIT!!!"

Rhett ran right out of the room and hurried upstairs to wash up for dinner, leaving you and your mother-in-law to laugh it off.

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Rhett fucking HATED being in the doctor's office.

He hated the cold, sterile feeling of the room, the smell of rubbing alcohol, but most of all, that you had managed to lure him to the truck with a trail of mini KitKat bars and the fact that he had been gullible enough to take the bait. But here he was, sitting in Pete's exam room in nothing but his shorts and awaiting the awkwardness that was to ensue.

The door creaked open and in walked Pete, one of only a few doctors in the whole of Wabang who had known the Abbotts since Royal was knee high.

"Ah there's Wabang's favorite bull rider," Pete remarked. "How's it going Rhett?"

"Not alot of complaints Pete," Rhett said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well that's good," Pete said, glancing at his clipboard. "Wow.....looks like the last time you had a physical was the turn of the century."

Rhett made a face and nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you came in when you did," Pete remarked as he began probing Rhett's neck and along his jaw with his fingers. "According to the medical records you had some pretty nasty injuries with a bull last year."

Rhett had remembered clearly the ornery son of a bitch that had landed him in the ER right around the time of Amy's second birthday and having to have concussion tests every two weeks. "Quit the bull riding about a month ago," he said, squirming a little at the feeling of Pete's fingers on his neck.

"Good on you," Pete chuckled. "Told my son the same thing. Deep breath for me."

Rhett took four deep breaths as Pete listened to his lungs and then his heart. Good God he hated the feeling of that thing moving all over his chest and under his left tit and especially along his belly.

"Anything hurt?" Pete asked as his fingertips began probing Rhett's abdomen.

Rhett shook his head.

Good grief his hands were gnarled and cold. He winced a little when Pete felt up around his bellybutton, not from pain but from the uncomfortable wave of awkwardness that washed over him.

"Alright, looks good," Pete remarked. "Mind rolling over on your side for me?"

Rhett rolled over so Pete didn't have to see his face scrunching up, more so when Rhett heard the snap of a rubber glove.

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You came up from the basement with a pile of freshly dried laundry in the basket. The house was relatively quiet seeing as Amy had gone down for a nap, but the sight of your husband laying on the couch with a grumpy pout on his face told you that something wasn't as it seemed.

"Alright, talk to me cowboy," you said, setting the laundry down near the coffee table. "What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," he said flatly.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Come on," you purred, slithering all over Rhett, the same way Garfield usually did. "I know something's up."

"I just had my balls and my asshole diddled by a creepy old dude with gnarled hands," Rhett answered, barely moving.

You snorted and giggled a little.

"I mean it darlin I ain't goin again," Rhett insisted.

"Rhett."

"I mean it."

"Ok, you know what you need?" you said. "I think you need a little help and that entails a little roleplaying."

Rhett arched his eyebrows. "Roleplaying?" he asked.

You nodded. It was something you did with your fifth graders when they were practicing for the spring play and had done with them ever since you had first had them in first grade.

Rhett joined you upstairs in the bedroom as you dug around looking for some things that your friend, Tara, had been storing at the house. You found her extra scrubs and medical equipment while Rhett stripped himself down to his shorts and seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"Can I get your name and date of birth sir?" you asked him.

"Only if ya'll buy me dinner first," Rhett answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Name and date of birth please sir," you told him.

"Mike Rotch, January twenty-nine, ninety three," Rhett answered with a shit eating grin.

"Mike R......NO!!!!!"

Rhett laughed, an annoyed groan escaping your throat as you began to probe his neck and jaw, feeling his lymphnodes for anything out of the ordinary. You could feel the low purr in his throat as he leaned in for a kiss which you couldn't help but return.

"Mind laying back for me?" you asked him.

Rhett lay on his back before you began to gently probe his belly with your fingertips. "Lower," he said. "Just a little lower........nah that's still too high......there you go....."

You rolled your eyes, still feeling lower and lower until you hit pubes. A naughty little thought had bloomed in your head as you took his flaccid dick in your hand.

"Oh woah wait....wait a sec what are you....??" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Oh I'm sorry, where does it hurt? Here?" you asked him cheekily.

Rhett groaned as you slowly gave him a few gentle tugs and rubbed the underside of his balls. "Fuck......feels so good darlin," he hissed.

You took his dick in your hand again, gently massaging and caressing his shaft and his tip with your thumb until he had hardened right in your grip. "You sure it hurts there?"

"Feels so fuckin good," he groaned again, thrusting his hips into your hand.

You leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, your tongue slipping over his bottom lip and into his mouth to sneak a taste of him. "Well hello nurse," Rhett purred.

You giggled as you helped him get the scrubs off. Rhett practically tore your panties off of you, shoving his cock deep inside your already wet pussy. You moaned feeling his lips and tongue on the curve of your neck, his hips ramming into yours with so much force that the bed shook and knocked against the wall. You felt him gutter into you just moments later, the both of you out of breath and thoroughly fucked enough to forget your troubles.

"Feel better?" you asked, your head resting on Rhett's chest.

"Loads better," Rhett purred.

"Think you'll go back once a year from now on?"

Rhett kissed your lips and rolled on top of you, pressing you a bit further into the mattress. "For you darlin? Anything."

And ever since then, you never had a problem getting Rhett to go back to the doctor's office.

[gguk-n]

Hi could please write one where the reader is bengali and celebrates Durga Puja with Lando in india ( ollie or kimi works too but I'm not sure if you write for them)?

I did a ‘spin the wheel’ and got Ollie.

Puja Vibes

Ollie was as white as white gets and his girlfriend was the embodiment of the Bengali culture prancing around. She had helped Oliver expand his horizon; taught him new experiences and delicious food. She will argue, that there’s no dessert like Bengali dessert.

So, when it was time for Y/N to return home for Durga Puja, Ollie would be joining her too since he had no races or prior commitments.

They hadn’t dated for long but Ollie had showered her with gifts on Christmas and taught her all his family traditions. Y/N just wanted to do the same for him.

At the airport, they landed together with Ollie in tow who was enamoured by the hustle and bustle of the city. He saw cows crossing the road like it was another Tuesday and no one batted an eye. Y/N pointed out all the building explaining the significance and the reason behind their construction during the colonial era on the way to her home.

At home, preparations for Durga Puja were in full swing. Y/N’s uncle and aunt had decorated their house ornately. Oliver greeted everyone.

The festivities would start the next day. Everyone was up bright and early for the invocation (bodhon) Oliver was mesmerised by the shining lights and the bright colours and the beautiful way Goddess Durga was dressed.

The main event was Maha Ashtami which Y/N’s father had great pleasure in explaining to Oliver. Oliver was like a kid in a candy store; eyes wide open and mesmerised by the events unfolding in front of him.

You would find the poor boy following Y/N around like a lost puppy. It was adorable watching him hold onto her saree palo as she walked in front of him. “Lemme hold your hand” Ollie whined. “Everyone is here for the festival. What will the elder’s think?” Y/N reasoned. In Indian culture, blatant show of affection was frowned upon especially in the older generations, the younger ones couldn’t care less. That’s why Ollie was walking around holding her palo.

They were stood next to each other while Y/N’s mother made the preparations for Maha Ashtami. “Your dress looks so beautiful. Red truly is your colour” Ollie said. “Thank you babe” she said. “How did you do this?” He asked playing with the folds. “My mum helped. I’m still pretty bad at tying a saree” she said. “Is that what it’s called? A saree” he said enunciating each word. “Yup, it’s an Indian traditional wear but everyone wraps the cloth around them differently, depending on the region of the country” she explained. His mouth formed an O in understanding.

They finished up the celebration with all the rituals being done and Oliver asking way too many questions each step of the way.

On the last day after Vijaya Dashami, after the immersion in the water everyone returned back home, exhausted by the events of the past days when Y/N’s cousin showed her a video; actually a few.

One video, had Ollie following her around like a lost puppy. The other one was of him holding her palo so as to not get lost. And the last one was straight out of a Shah Rukh Khan movie where Ollie’s watch had gotten stuck in her palo and he tried to free himself while actively trying to follow her and not let her know that he might fray her outfit. Eventually, he did free himself but his eyes never left her as he walked behind her.

She showed the video to Ollie and the Shah Rukh Khan scene from Om Shanti Om. Ollie was seen laughing, “didn’t know I would be getting my Bollywood moment this year during Puja” she said. “I’m happy I could be of service, m’lady” he said tipping his imaginary hat. “I would still have loved if it was Shah Rukh Khan” she teased. “Wow! I can’t believe this.” He acted hurt with his hand on his chest. “You are unbelievable.” She muttered pressing her lips on his cheeks. “Don’t try to bribe me with kisses” he huffed. “I’m not. I love you my cute little bear” she cooed. “I’m not cute” he huffed again. “Sure, my rasgulla” she laughed pinching his cheeks. “I like that dessert. Can I have some more?” He replied lost in thought. “I’m sure my mother will find great pleasure in feeding you” she said laughing. “Let’s go” she said pulling him along. “I love you Y/N.” Ollie called out while being dragged along. “I love you too” she replied turning to look at him.

Y/N’s family cooed at them, young love

Hope you liked it! I tried my best

[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Y/h/c (hair color) tell me what you think!

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My whole life depended on my parents, even though I wanted to leave they made me believe I couldn't do anything on my own and it was in my best interest for me to blindly follow what they wanted.

But... What about what I wanted?

After I ran out on my wedding day because everything was set up and my family was money-hungry greedy whores. I decide to leave and start fresh...even though that meant going to my Aunt Laura's house whom I haven't seen in years.

Driving through the cute little town, while people talked on the sidewalks and had conversations with people without their phones in hand.

NEIGH NEIGH NEIGH

Slamming to a complete stop, I hadn't seen the horse due to the distractions. Noticing a man on it and his head whips around practically glaring at me while he walks over to the car knocking on the window

“What the hell is wrong with you sweetheart?” He asked with his gruff deep voice, that had a hint of an accent.

“I didn't mean to... Is he okay?” I looked up at him, getting a good look at his bright green eyes and freckles on his face.

“She. It's a she. Nope, she got grazed by a woman who couldn't pay attention to the road. Oopsie daisies” The man grumbled placing a hand on his hips, the sun perfectly shining on him to show all his facial features.

I look at him and cross my arms, he sure was a grumpy man. “500 dollar ticket here ya go sweetheart. Damages and all” he said with a smirk sliding the ticket over.

“I grazed the horse not murder it!” I shout out handing him the ticket back, he slightly glares as he tosses it in your car.

“Oh, honey you should be happy that it was my horse and not my car.” He huffed out, walking away and gently pulling the horse to the sidewalk.

When I have the chance, I drive past him and start driving up to my aunts. Fields and fields of grass, cows, and horses scattered around I couldn't help but scrunch my nose. If I'm being quite honest... I've never been a big fan of animals, but I guess I'll have to deal with it while I'm here. Let's just hope they don't get too close.

Pulling up to the driveway, of the beautiful farmhouse that was a little old but sure as hell something you wouldn't find back in the city.

“Oh my! Y/n! You got so big!” before I could even register the person I got squished into a hug that ended by an older gruff voice chirps in.

“Laura, your going to squish her to death” He crosses his arm with a smile, my favorite uncle well...it was either between Daniel my dad's older brother who was a pain in the ass, or Clayton who was just chill. So of course, clay would be my favorite.

“Auntie Laura and Uncle Clay! How have you both been?”

They both have smiles on their faces, the last time I had seen them I was a kid who loved it out here... Times have changed.

“Wonderful! We had to get a ranch hand since this oldie is getting frail even though he doesn't want to admit it.” Laura teasingly mutters tugging me up the creaky porch and handing me a sweet tea.

Scrunching my nose at the sweetness, but I had to admit it was one of the best I've ever tasted so I'll give her that. I ran a hand through my y/h/c hair with a sigh slipping out, as I grab the ticket out of my pocket.

“Oh, dear! Did you get pulled over? What for?” My aunt asks curiously, with a head tilt.

“I accidentally grazed a horse... But you can barely tell, the guy was an ass.” I mutter under my breath, Leaning against the white chipped pillar.

My uncle looks at me with a raised brow, while crossing his arms with a grin. I look at him confused when I turn around to see who he looking at.

“Well hello darlin.” The green eyes look down at me, with a smirk.

Well fuck.

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Chapter 2

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@thethreebroomsticksficfest is having a microfic celebration for Harry Potter's birthday... but as usual my fic isn't very micro. here you go anyway.

The Underside

Harry's eyes keep meeting Uncle Vernon's in the rearview mirror.  It's two days before his tenth birthday. They've only been driving for forty-five minutes and Dudley's already been sick twice. Harry's pretty sure his aunt and uncle think it's his fault, somehow, but he's not the one who piled Dudley's plate with a half-dozen fried eggs this morning.

Weird things have been happening around him, though. That's the only reason they've brought him along instead of locking him up—he'd prepared himself to spend the day sipping underbrewed tea and letting his eyes glaze over at thirty years of snapshots of Mrs. Figg's dead cats, but when his aunt marched him over this morning, the old woman never answered her door. One of her cats was in the front window, switching its tail to and fro as she knocked and knocked, as if to say, time's ticking, Petunia, you're going to be late—

So, after a whispered argument in the kitchen—no, that boy's not to be trusted, we'll come home to the whole place in flames—his uncle dragged him by the arm to the backseat of the car. Dudley's brought along so many road-snacks and toy dumptrucks that Harry only has half a seat to squeeze himself into, but it's sort of nice. He doesn't get many long rides. Past the rows of houses and the repeating grids of car parks there are farms like he's seen in storybooks, rumpled over the hills, ribbed like green corduroy with cabbages in rows. Cows kneel in the shade of trees. What a life it would be, Harry thinks, to wander all day in the grass of a field, bothered only by the odd horsefly. Eating his fill. Surrounded by friends.

—

While Vernon's at the convention, Petunia takes them to the pleasure pier. Dudley tries for one of the big prizes, a stuffed gorilla that looks rather like his dad, but his strategy is to hurl the ball with as much destructive force as possible and he's swiftly banned from the Coconut Shy. He does the same at the pingpong ball and fishbowls, whipping the ball like he's trying to murder a fish, and while Petunia is arguing with the teenaged game-operator, Harry boredly tosses one of Dudley's unused pingpongs. It plops right into the centre of a fishbowl, where a longfinned red-and-gold fish circles it and issues a surprised silver bubble from its puckering mouth.

Petunia's convinced Harry cheated (and he's not entirely sure, actually, that he didn't. He's had a lot of weird luck and near-misses, lately. Last week, Dudley tried to hit him with a water balloon and it bounced off Harry's chest, hit Dudley square in the crotch, and made it look like he'd wet his trousers) so Dudley gets the fish, of course. It's in a few inches of water inside a plastic bag. He swings it around violently as they walk through the arcade.

I'm sorry, Harry thinks at the fish. I didn't mean to make things worse for you.

At the beach, while Petunia is buttering Dudley with suncream, Harry walks into the chilly water until it's up to his chest. The swells lift him off his feet, a bit, and the sand feels warm when he scrunches his toes. When he stretches out his arms and legs to float on his back, it's like the sea is cradling him, holding him up, and after a moment the sensation is uncomfortable for some reason so he curls into a ball and sinks under the surface, pinching his nose.

It burns a little when he opens his eyes, but he's instantly stricken by how peaceful it is under there and he doesn't want to close them. Above his head, there's the sparkling tumult of the waves. Below, the sand moves slow, like it's sleepy. There are the legs of other swimmers, kicking, oblivious. There's a spiky little crab with an orange pill-bottle for a shell. There's a grumpy-looking grey-green fish with rippling fins, flat and creeping along the bottom like it's trying not to be noticed. Harry wishes he could do that. He's always drawing attention to himself, blurting out a sarky thought when he ought to have just kept quiet, having some lucky thing happen that makes Dudley wail and Vernon haul him by the collar across the house and into his cupboard. If only he could stay here, in this secret world underneath the waves, where no-one on the shore even knew he was there...

A cloud of minnows, moving as one, drifts like a shadow in front of his face. They all turn sideways and seem to look at him with their iridescent eyes. He looks back, wondering if he's disturbing them, his chest starting to prickle as he runs out of air.

Before he can push off the sand and come up, all the little minnows rush at him, stroking their cool bodies along his cheeks, wriggling through his hair. He shuts his eyes, but just as quickly they're gone. He turns to see the grey ghost of them vanishing into the blue distance.

Then a hand is in his hair, yanking, and he's swallowing salt, breaking the surface and blind in the afternoon sun.

"You can't drown today, you knob, Dad's got a very exclusive dinner with a client," Dudley shouts in his face. Harry sputters, there's water stinging in his nose, and on the shore he can see Aunt Petunia waving her sunhat at the two of them, stepping along the lacy hem of the water like she's afraid to let it touch her feet.

—

"The double-augur—that's the crown jewel of the Heavy-Duty line," Vernon is telling Petunia, but in the rearview his eyes are on Harry like he thinks he's up to something. Harry's skin still smells faintly of salt. Dudley's plopped his goldfish onto the pile of plastic dumptrucks like it's just another toy. Harry picks it up and peers into the plastic bag; it's hard to tell because the car is moving, but it looks like it might already be dead.

"Cheap ruddy fish," Dudley sulks. "Didn't even last 'til dinner."

"All cheats, those game operators," Vernon huffs.

"We'll get you a better fish tomorrow, Popkin," cooes Petunia. "A couple of fighting fish, maybe, wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'd do myself in too if I had to share a room with you," Harry mutters. The back of Vernon's neck goes purple, and he nearly crashes the car shouting at Harry, and Dudley pinches his arm hard enough to leave a bruise, but Harry finds he's not bothered. He closes his eyes as the cabbage-fields are crowded out by houses. There's a world out there, huge and hidden, full of colours he's only seen in dreams, full of creatures and beautiful tricks of the light, and he'll get back to it someday—he'll take a breath, he'll dive down into deep water, and he'll open his eyes—

image: paul klee

[lostfirefly]

Bugust. Day 21. "Oh." Buggy x Catherine (sorry, this sketch is quite long). Family memories, sadness, sister's love and care.

Ladies and gentlemen, flight Loguetown to Cairo has landed at the international airport. Please proceed to the arrivals area with those meeting you.

Catherine stood on tiptoe, trying to get a good look at the familiar figure among the people, and began to squeal as soon as she spotted her sister.

"Jules!!!! Hi-i-i!!" Catherine ran to her and hugged her tightly. "Finally you're here!! How was your flight?"

"Great! Slept the whole way." Jules looked around the hall. "Where's your beloved clown? I thought you two never parted ways. And you die if you don't hold hands for more than five minutes."

"Ha-ha, very funny, sis. You and your Ethan are together all the time. No, Buggy has business at the circus, we'll see him at home."

"He's probably not happy that I'm here." Jules shrugged.

"Don't say that! He's very happy. And I'm glad you're getting to know each other better. Let's go!" Catherine grabbed the sister's bag and dragged Jules out of the airport.

Catherine chattered non-stop the entire way home, asking her sister what was new in Loguetown, if her room was okay, and how Aunt Ruth was doing.

"Welcome to my new home, Jules!" Catherine closed the door as soon as they entered the hallway. "Buggy's shirt and sneakers are missing. He's not home yet. Okay."

"I have to admit, his place has gotten a lot better since I've been here." Jules went into the room and looked around. "Candles, funny figurines, even your favorite plush pillows. How did Buggy let you buy all that stuff?" She giggled. "He doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes pink fluffy pillows."

"Jules, once you get to know him, you'll realize Buggy's a nice guy. He loves me and takes care of me." Catherine adjusted pillows. "Don't forget! We're gonna see his show tomorrow, remember? Can't wait for you to see it!!" Catherine pulled out her vibrating phone. "Oh! Buggy texted that it's coming soon. We're having--- Why are laughing, Jules?" Catherine narrowed her eyes, looking at giggling sister.

"Buggy? Texted? God! I see mom and dad in this. You always liked that they sent messages to each other." Jules exhaled. "Sorry, but your boyfriend doesn't seem like the type to text. He's kinda.. weird."

"He's not weird! He's kind and funny. Honestly, you look like our father and Buggy's friend now. He didn't like me at first either." Catherine went up to her sister and laid her head on her shoulder. "Anyway, I'm glad you came."

"I need to get to know the guy you left me for at the airport better. No one laughs at home all the time anymore." Jules put her hand on Catherine's head.

"I don't think you and Ethan are sad about this."

"Go to hell!, Cath! And hey, red-haired bitch! Are you even going to offer me a drink?"

They sat in the kitchen for about an hour, happily sharing the latest news. Jules laughed at the cow-shaped salt and pepper shakers and was beginning to feel sorry for Buggy. Though the topic shifted and evolved, their words were laced with the comforting familiarity that could only come from a lifetime of shared experiences and unbreakable bonds. Catherine was showing Jules pictures from last walk when she heard keys jingling in the front door.

"It's Buggy! I'll be right back!" Catherine squealed and ran into the hallway.

Jules, sitting in the kitchen, heard the sounds of smacking lips, Catherine's endless "you're finally home, my love" and the rustling of bags.

Catherine, with a wide smile, led Buggy into the kitchen. "Look, who's here!"

"Hi, Jules." He replied rather stiffly.

"Hi!" She waved back and sipped her wine.

"Well.. Cot-- Catherine. I brought pizza, your favorite Indian food, and lots of booze." Buggy set the bags on the table.

"You're my best!!" Smack. "Sit down, you're tired after rehearsal and stopping by to get everything we need."

Buggy took a beer and sat down across from Jules, who was looking at him intently. "So... How was the flight?" He asked, trying to fill the awkward silence, glancing at Catherine, who was setting the food on the table.

"Not bad." Jules sipped her wine. "So, Buggy the Clown. Somehow, you managed to win my sister over. I don't know how you did it."

"It's his natural charm." Catherine sat down next to Buggy and opened a box of pizza. "Oh, triple pepperoni! My favorite!" Smack. Smack. "You know, I'll get the candles. I'll be right back. Don't kill each other." Catherine giggled and ran out of the kitchen.

Jules followed Catherine with the corner of her eyes and as soon as her sister ran out, she turned to Buggy. "See, I had to come to your house to get to know you." Jules took a sip. "You've let Cath go home so many times, but you've never come with her. I wonder why."

"I'm not a fan of airplanes." Buggy was twirling the bottle in his hands.

"Yep. Either you're in trouble there, and you don't want to show your face there. Either. I don't know." Jules shrugged. "You have someone else here. I mean, the woman."

"What?" Buggy almost dropped the bottle in surprise.

"Buggy, listen, don't get me wrong," Jules crossed her arms, "but I'm asking. No, I'm warning you. Don't hurt my sister. I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt her."

"To kill me? Oh, it will take you a lot of time." Buggy giggled and took a sip.

"You're a funny guy, aren't you? I'm serious." Jules ran her finger along the glass. "My sister... She's all I have. I know Cath loves you very much, and if you break her heart or make her cry for you even once..."

"Hey! I will never do th--!"

(knock on the door)

"Guys! I'm back! Can I come in?" Catherine poked her head around the door. "Thank goodness! I thought you were at each other's throats." She walked slowly into the kitchen. "God, the tension is so high I could cut it with a knife."

Catherine lit the candles, kissed Buggy on the cheek, and took a slice of pizza, sitting in the chair. "Oh, you know, this reminds me of how we were sitting then the first night after our adventure. We went to all the hotels in Cairo, and they were all booked up, so Buggy offered to stay at his place. Damn! Jules, I'm so glad you came!" Catherine squealed. "I want to show you everything!"

While Catherine rambled on and on about life in Cairo, all the circus shows, walks and everything else, Jules watched Buggy and Catherine carefully. The way they looked at each other, how Buggy blushed every time Catherine pecked his cheek or took his hand. How he poured her wine and she put pizza on his plate.

"Oh, Cath!" Jules snapped her fingers. "I forgot! I brought you something from your room. I think you'll like it." She came out of the kitchen.

"I'm so proud of you, my blue-haired love!" Catherine said quietly, looking at Buggy, and kissed him on the cheek. "I know it's hard for you to talk to her, but you're doing great." She tilted her head. "You look tired. I promise you, soon I'll let you go to bed, and we'll just sit quietly in the kitchen. In meantime, accept this." Catherine moved forward a little. "This's my thank you." She pulled Buggy by the shirt and kissed him on the lips.

Jules cleared her throat, entering the kitchen. "Sorry, lovebirds." She laughed and put the box on the table. "Here."

Catherine rubbed her hands with a squeal and opened the cover. "Oh, my God! This is the photo album I collected with dad."

"Yes, I was cleaning out your room and thought to bring it here."

Catherine opened the album. "Look, Buggy!" She pointed at the photo. "That's me and my daddy at the circus. Huh, look what I'm holding. Cotton candy!" She flipped through a couple pages. "Oh, this picture was taken one month before dad died. It's our family picnic. Dad thought the idea of ​​costumes was fun, so there we are all wearing a cow-shape kigurumi. I love that photo, we are all so happy there."

"Do you remember how dad, wearing this costume, chased away some annoying guy from you?" Jules laughed.

"Hah, yeah." Catherine scratched her nose. "Some guy was hitting on me, but I didn't want to be into relationships then."

"Our dad always protected and defended our family. And especially his little beloved Catherine. They had some kind of special connection. He would still protect her. But now I do it." Jules shifted her gaze to Buggy, who looked at her from under his forehead.

"Jules!" Catherine said quietly and turned the page.

"Where's that picture from?" Buggy pointed to a picture of Catherine and her father dressed as archaeologists.

He looked at the photo carefully. Catherine embraced her dad in a warm hug, sitting behind him. The sheer joy and happiness on her face were palpable, radiating excitement and love for this precious moment captured in time. With their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Buggy can see the special bond they shared, filled with warmth and affection.

"Oh, that's nonsense." Catherine smiled. "Dad and I dressed up as archaeologists just for fun and pretended we'd found a real treasure."

"Oh, I remember that day." Jules burst out laughing. "Mom and me laughed at them when they came into the kitchen with makeshift maps and started looking for hidden cupcakes. They studied the coordinates of the kitchen and drew the supposed burial site of the cupcakes. Yeah, Cath was always dreaming of adventures with dad. They'd sit in the backyard for hours, discussing Jules Verne for the millionth time or your favorite, Treasure Island. I never understood what you found in that book. Pirates, treasure. I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up with a pirate. But the circus turned out to be stronger. Right, Buggy?" Jules shifted her gaze to Buggy who looked at her in surprise.

"What?" He asked a little angrily, but he felt how Catherine took his hand and began to stroke it with her fingers.

"Jules!" Catherine said strictly, looking at the pictures. "Yeah.. You and mom always muttered at us when you asked us out for dinner, while we were engrossed in conversation." Catherine ran her hand over the photo. "If only dad knew that his daughter got part of our dream come true. And then she found the biggest treasure of her life." She placed her head on Buggy's shoulder.

"I'm sure he knows, Cath." Jules raised her glass and twirled it in her hands.

"Alright, girls." Buggy clapped his hands. "Let's have a drink instead."

With smiles on their faces and laughter in their voices, Catherine and Jules shared stories, jokes, and heartfelt moments that brought them even closer together. The joy of being surrounded by loved ones and connecting on such a deep level was truly overwhelming for Catherine. Her happiness grew stronger with each passing minute as they delved into topics ranging from childhood memories to future dreams. This simple moment of togetherness was a reminder of just how precious these relationships were for her, and how she wanted more moments like this in the future. Catherine was happy that evening. She was home with her family.

[melissamasakari]

Confessions you didn`t notice

Final chapter. Special gift.

“Arlo, wait!”

“Oh, I was just on my way to see you. Did something happen?”

“Since you were coming to see to me, does it mean you’re on some important business?”

“Yeah, very important. I wanted to ask you out. What do you think?”

“I had the same offer. I recently built something cool there and I want to show it to you. The reviews were very positive.”

“Are you talking about the balloon park on the pond? It looks tempting. I was planning to go there with you as well”

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go.”

The weather was incredible this morning, and my ‘heart knot’ project was finally completed. After packing the little heart in a box with a bow and hiding it in my bag, I went looking for Arlo. It's time to really confess my feelings to him with the right gift. I decided that it would be boring to just hand it over, so I invited him for a walk. And now we are heading to the pond. I'm so nervous!

“I suddenly remembered something. Aren't you afraid of heights?”

“Nope. My favorite thing at Barnarock was climbing on the water wheel. Or on a water tower. True, the Corps often caught me there and handed me over to my aunt. And the boys who climbed with me received no punishment at all.”

“Dangerous entertainment. I would rat you out too!”

“Which would offend me very much. It's good that you can't do it now. We've arrived.”

“You said you were getting motion sickness. Are you sure everything will be okay?”

“Let's take the shortest route. In extreme cases, everything is clear just in a few moments.”

“Fine. Two tickets please. Excursion over the city.”

We climbed into the basket, and the ball began slowly rising into the air. I felt a little nauseous, but most likely it was because I was overexcited.

“How are you feeling?”

“My head is a little dizzy, but it will go away soon, thank you. Look how funny the cows are running around the farm. From here they seem quite small.”

“We haven’t risen that high yet. But I can see your house! You added another an outbuilding, right?”

“Well, looks that someone haven’t come to visit me for a long time.”

“But I run past it every day. How did I manage not to notice?”

“And there is your house. It’s strange, before I didn’t attach any importance to the fact that the Headquarters are located in the relic tower. Is it possible to cross that bridge?”

“I wouldn't risk it. It is very ancient and may collapse. And if you stick out of the basket like that, you’ll fall out!” Making this remark, Arlo came up to me from behind and hugged me tightly, pressing me to him with one hand.

“And I won’t fall out! But, just in case, hold tight. I don't mind.”

“Look at the clock tower. Can you see?”

“Oh, Sam's on patrol. I wonder if she can see us from there?”

“On such a huge balloon? Of course she can. Look, she is waving to us.”

“She probably also makes funny faces. But I can't see it from here.”

“Yeah, I wish I had something like binoculars. Have you come across any on your expeditions?”

“No, but if I find ones in acceptable condition, I will definitely let you know. So what do your think is it a sound idea to organize air patrols from time to time?”

“It could still be useful in case of fires. Someone from above can direct the response teams.”

“To do this, we would have to come up with a reliable ground-to-air communication line. I have heard about such technologies, but without details.”

“It seems that Atara has a warning system of this type. Wired. The dispatcher sits in a booth, speaks into a special device, and the whole city hears him.”

“How do you imagine a wire that can be stretched from the ground to the balloon?”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m not asking you to make it.”

“By the way, it’s quite possible to make a ground one. Now that you mentioned it, I realized that in Barnarock they used the loudspeaker to announce sandstorms and other natural disasters. So that people have time to hide or, maybe, leave dangerous places. Earthquakes and severe storms were still reported in coastal areas. But I lived far from the sea.”

“How is life there in general? I have never been outside the cities of the Alliance.”

“Well, you know. Very dry, the sand is everywhere, shortage of water. Constant heat and terrible winds. You won't like it for sure. I also felt terribly lonely there.”

“Were you lonely? Was there some reason?”

“Yes. For example, you weren't there.”

“Is it that important?”

“You can’t even imagine how much. If you were by my side then, I would never have decided to move, despite rather unpleasant circumstances. You know, I had almost no friends. I stood out too much and was constantly bullied and insulted.”

“For what? You're a cutie! Well, now you don't have to worry. No one will dare to offend you here!”

“Thanks. True, actually now I myself can offend anyone. But I won’t, otherwise you’ll start threatening me with the cage again.”

“Hardly. You won't hurt a fly! And no one else except for yourself. By negligence. But I'm still looking out for you, keep that in mind.”

“Sure. Safety of all citizens is your responsibility after all. Look, we're already going down! I didn't even notice. Time flew by quickly.”

“Yeah, the landing pad is already crowded.”

“It’s okay, they’ll have to wait anyway.”

“Hold on tight, it might start shaking now.”

I carefully grabbed the side of the basket with my hands and held on until we landed. My fingers even turned white. On the landing pad my companion jumped out in one deft movement and helped me to get out. The people who gathered here waiting for the ride clapped their hands.

“How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” he suggested and offered me his hand.

So we walked together, holding hands and discussing all sorts of insignificant things. If this wasn’t a DATE, then I don’t know what it should look like.

“Well, here we come. We had a great ride, let's go out again someday?”

“With pleasure.”

“Then I’ll go,” he said. He was standing there, waiting for me to go through the gate. I’ve made a few steps and dug into my bag.

“Wait. I have something for you,” using the fence as a prop, I flew up to him, quickly kissed him on the cheek and thrust the prepared box into his hands. Then he came to his senses. “I want you to open this one at home, okay?”

“Fine. I almost forgot. Turn away for a minute,” a strange fuss and creaking of hinges was heard. Is he rummaging through my mailbox or something? There's nothing interesting there, I checked twice today. “I'm ready. You can look.”

Slightly flushed and clearly embarrassed, Arlo stood very close to me, holding a large box decorated with a bow in his hands. It doesn't look heavy. But considering what kind of things he is used to carrying, there could be any surprises here.

“Here you are. The conditions are the same as yours.”

“Well, I’m already home.”

“That means you’ll find out what’s there faster. And I should go, I'm also curious.”

The redhead galloped off cheerfully and disappeared from sight almost instantly. Very soon inside the box he will find a small pink knotted heart, palm-sized woven from strips of Flurpee leather and stuffed with the fur of a courteous bunny. And also a note with the following text: “Arlo. They told me that you will see this thing and immediately understand everything. This does not oblige you to anything. You can just return it with any next order by mail, and we’ll pretend that nothing happened.”

Absorbed in my thoughts, I went home, put the box on the table, and went to wash my makeup off. I wonder if he has already arrived home? Oh, that's right, I should see what he brought me. I unpacked the gift and discovered... A large red knotted pillow in the shape of a heart, and a blue bandanna, tied with a beautiful neat bow, was fastened to one of the segments. All together it smelled enchantingly of herbal soap. What? I rubbed my eyes and pinched my side. No, I still see the heart knot. And there’s a note: “Melissa, I’m sure you already date someone. But I want you to know how I feel about you.” Why did he decide?.. Stop. What?! HE gave ME a heart knot?

Throwing his wonderful gift onto the bed, I ran out of the house. Having almost reached the “flying pig” statue, I saw my target. Arlo had already begun to descend the stairs towards the central plaza. What for?

“YOU! RED BLOCKHEAD, come back!” He obediently turned around and ran towards me, opening his arms. On his chest belt I noticed my gift attached with a carbine. I accepted his inviting hands and jumped, hanging on his neck. How long have I been waiting for this?

“Melissa, I'm so sorry, I'm such a DUMBASS. I should have told you about everything earlier.”

“Why did you decide that I have someone else?”

“I saw you handing the heart knot to Django. I got scared. Then I accepted that I was too late.”

“You’re such a blockhead. I didn’t hand it over, but returned it. Until that day I didn’t even know what does the heart knot mean.”

“But why did you not tell me earlier?”

“DID YOU EVER LISTEN? At least once? I even told you directly several times today and many times earlier that I like you. I’m already tired of going through options on how to convey this valuable information to your dense brain” I pointed a finger at his forehead.

“It turns out that this has been dragging on for a long time, right?”

“Yeah. The first time I came to confess to you was after last year’s land run. Do you remember? Now, please, shut the fuck up and kiss me already.”

“I love you, Melissa,” Arlo said solemnly and gave me a long loving kiss.

Applause rang out from the second floor of the Headquarters, and we were showered with rainbow flower petals. They are not from my garden, I hope, at least, aren’t they? It's a good thing Sam loves rice too much to throw it from there. Damn it, what am I thinking about here? After all, almost all my dreams have just come true.

“Get out of my sight!” Arlo shouted at his subordinates, accompanying his command with a ‘fuck off’ gesture. It did not work. Sam laughed and continued to stare, hanging out of the window. Remy stood still by her side, his arms crossed on his chest.

“Forget it. So it turns out that we are dating now?”

“Maybe we can discard these intermediate stages?”

“Do specify.”

“Marry me. I heard that in your homeland this is casual thing.”

“Are you crazy, red blockhead?! I don’t even want to know where you got this information from,” an eloquent whistle was heard from above. “SAM! What did you tell him?!”

“Only the truth, and you're very welcome, kid!”

“Why hesitate?” Arlo lifted his hand to my face, and cupped my cheek drawing my attention to him.

“Don't tell me that you have wedding rings prepared. You couldn’t muster courage to give me a heart knot for who knows how long!”

“Then you won’t believe me. Because I bought the rings earlier. I still had to hunt for this strange guy; I didn’t want to take any risks.”

“You're right. I won't believe it. Just about an hour ago you were sure of my refusal, and now you tell me that you have been carrying a couple of wedding rings at least since the end of spring.”

“Winter. I got them after the Solstice. Well can I get my answer?”

“What about your upcoming exams and all of this? Don't worry, I'll support you anyway. But it would be very unpleasant to move out in such a short time.”

“It remains to be seen whether it will be necessary. We'll come up with something. Together. Do you accept my proposal?”

“YES! I couldn't have dreamed of anything more. I love you, Arlo.”

[thewanderingace]

Oh my god I downloaded Stardew Valley the other day (finally. I got a coupon for a few download so I thought why not) and I am having SO MUCH FUN!!! I'm totally addicted!!

I've not been in the best headspace for like a month now. Just no energy for anything and really down. This game has been perfect. I totally get why people love it so much now. It's easy to play, there's lots to do but it's 100% chill. Apparently in super slow at it based on the few times I went to the wiki/reddit forums when I had a question and everyone has more achieved than I do right now at this point but it doesn't matter! Who cares! You can go at your own pace and its lovely! There's not wrong pace to go at! As someone who never games even a little bit this game has been perfect for me. I love it.

I just started year 2 and I've got an upgraded house, some chickens, a cow. I suck at fishing so much but mining is fun even though I'm only at floor 55. I haven't some much in the Community center cause I get distracted by interacting with the villagers and farming and just walking around enjoying the vibes. I wish the days lasted longer because I feel like I blink and it's midnight.

Speaking of the villagers, I LOVE THEM! I'm gearing up for marriage right and I'm torn between Shane, Abigail or Leah. But in all honestly I think I'm probably gonna go with Shane. I did not like him at first (he was so rude!) but now I'm utterly in love with this depressed, suicidal man who is trying so hard to get better and who loves pizza and his little chickens and his aunt and god daughter and wants to do good by them. I want to take him to my farm where he can quit JoJo Mart and just be happy amongst my farm animals all day.

Sidenote I love that you can marry either gender. Leah, Abigail, and Emily are my favorites of the bachelorettes. They have such cute interactions with my characters that I wanna die. Like Emily and her little smooches or Abigail hanging out in cemeteries practicing her swordplay or me encouraging Leah to put on an art show.

I'M OBSESSED!!!!!

[gnattyplayssims]

1955 Pt1 - Reunion

"Bro this place is a mess! When was the last time you did the laundry?"

"Uh...I don't remember."

"Seriously how are we even friends?"

"Cause I'm clingy?"

"Something like that. Can you believe we're about to be YA's"

"Finally! Feels like we've been stuck as teens!"

"How are you so good at this!?"

"It takes practice. My dad's a Master and he used to take me all the time when I was younger."

"I think I'll stick to cows and chickens."

"How are things out in the Bramblewood? You ask Pen out yet or are you still planning your perfect moment?"

"Whatever man these things take time to get em right. What about your aunt and uncle how are the twins?"

"They're fine. They're not babies anymore. I think my uncle already misses the infant stage."

"Ha I can't wait to have some of my own."

"You have to ask Penelope out first"

"Yeah yeah! We all know you don't like kids."

"It's not that I don't like them, I just...I don't know I'm different. I don't think I'll ever settle down like you and Nik will. Kids are fine but marriage? I don't think it's for me."

"If you say so. Hey I'm sick of fishing."

"My mom called this morning...Sofia's coming home. I guess I have a niece now."

"I hope she's not as much trouble as the twins. I can't believe your aunts having another set!"

"Do you think it'll be okay for her in Copperdale...if he's still there?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The trees were in full bloom as Sofia and Jamal arrived in Copperdale. Ava was in awe of all the green!

Anabelle ran down the stairs when they arrived, tears in her eyes "I can't believe you're home!" She went in for a hug but Sofia pulled back. "Oh right um...this must be Ava!"

Ava glared up at the strange woman and withdrew as her grandmother came down to embrace her. "It's okay sweetie, I'm your grandma."

"NO! No hugs!"

"MOM! Don't force her! You're scaring her!"

Ava was crying and hid behind Jamal who patted her head comfortingly.

Sofia introduced her "boyfriend" and no one noticed when Ava toddled away

"Where's Ava!? She was just here! Jamal?!"

"Hey relax, she's in a safe place, I'm sure she just went in another room."

"She's probably in the living room giving your father a hard time."

Ava had gone through the door and got lost. "Hey there little one."

"No hugs!"

Kye laughed, "Okay no hugs. I'm grampa what's your name?"

"Ava."

"Ava, that's a very pretty name for a very pretty young lady"

Ava quickly warmed to her grampa's kind words and gave a little wave.

Ava liked to talk and Hezekiah was amused by her barely understandable babble. "Why you chair wheels?"

"Because my legs don't work like yours do. I need a chair with wheels so I can move around. You walk and I roll."

"Walk and roll!"

"Yep and soon I bet you'll be running."

A song came on and Ava brightened and clapped her hands. "You want to come up here and listen?" Ava nodded and Kye pulled her onto his lap.

"I found her. I told you she just went through the door."

"Ah there's your mommy. Why don't you go see what gramma has in the kitchen."

As soon as Jamal and Anabelle left the room, Hezekiah's face fell. "She's beautiful, Sofie. I was so scared for you and I took that fear out on you. I knew you'd be an amazing mother and I should have said that instead."

"Dad."

"I'm so sorry baby girl!"

"It's okay now."’

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I just want to move on. With you."

"So this is your room?"

"What gave it away?"

He pulled a book from the shelf. "Do you have the Chronicles of Rodiek?"

"I have it somewhere."

"I'd like to read it to Ava sometime."

"Oh I'll defintely look."

After a long night of pretending that everything in Oasis Springs was perfect, it was time for bed. "I thought I saw the light on in here."

"I had a nightmare. Thought I might look for that book."

"Any luck."

"No. Maybe in a box somewhere. I'll find it."

"I know you will."

"But now that you're here, maybe I found another distraction."

She brushed her thumb over his lip. "Don't do that, Baby. You know I'm trying to control myself."

"I don't want you to control yourself anymore."

"I need to. That was the whole point of coming here."

She traced his jaw and his fingers traced the pulse point in her wrist. Her lips met his and he drew her closer. "You're cruel you know that?"

"It's not cruel if you let me satisfy you this time."

He moaned against her mouth, "Don't put this on me. I'm trying to give us space."

"I don't want space anymore. I don't want anything between us." She pulled at this belt but he pulled her hands away even as he pinned her to the wall.

"I have to go back."

"Then give me something to remember while you're gone." He groaned desperately against her mouth.

She pulled free of him and he leaned against the wall as she draped her legs around him, climbing higher until he'd had enough. She gasped as his mouth moved down her neck hungrily, sucking just enough that she couldn't contain her pleasure but without marking her as Don had.

"Okay that's enough." He pushed her off breathing heavily and turned back toward the door.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Don't go." She gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth, moving to his cheek and pressing his hand against the place of her need. "Please, Jam."

He allowed her to pull him back and slide the door closed behind him, the darkness of the closet closing in around them. She pressed him back against the wall unfastening his pants. By the time her hand closed around him he knew he was done for. Don had trained her well.

1955 Pt2 - A Lavendar Field

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.27.23 Friday

3am

The Leopard is still here, done showering at 3am... Still,having windblow...

What will happen to me? Whew! Thinking of money and my rewave in Iqor... I need to get the certification of calling in Iqor, I will not stop until I can beat that fucking call!!!

I feel bitterish and I feel bitter....Still, wanna have SEX but can't find anyone now... I hate being stuck in the house....Can't even go to Starbucks...

I'm planning to get an eyebrows tattoo.... hmm... hmm... No fundings yet... hmm...

Again,this is not my ideal life with Uncle Jun, so flat and plain and boring for 16 years....

3:21 am

I have maturity... It is just that the timing and my situation won't let me grow but I'm mature and I have maturity.

I need to find you, fucking soul-mate.... Everyday I never forget a single thing about my maturity... But like what I posted I always have my child-like heart and it is normal for people to have their child-like character from time to time...

3:43 am

I don't have a problem angels... I'm genuine! I know how to love but there are some people who don't know how to love... Those people are selfish! They only want me for their movement... Yeah! Yeah! I love to do movement... I'm into positive movement....I know how to love,I'm not guilty at all angels...

I didn't hurt anybody... I'm easy to read coz I want to be transparent coz I'm genuine!

16 years fucking flat plain stage.... Fuck you for the guilty you! 16 years you gave me a "Plateau"! Years of nothingess... I feel bitter!!!

There are some " spanish words" ouchie! I got murdered by some spanish on t-mobile, remember???

It was a weird day but I have cousins and some aunts in the province who look like spanish coz of some percentage of blood line, on ancestor...

4:18 am

I feel bitter angels... I feel HURT and USED by them for 16 years.... I'm HUMAN! I feel JEALOUS!

10:47 am

Still having windblow.....Still, thinking of money and my rewave... I'm panicky coz of money... I still feeel fat,old and ugly but I'm a good person... I know how to love, I know how to chill but this windblow trap me on a weird dimension...

Still, thinking of SEX and still feeling frustrated!I can't find a mature,clean penism to show care and love and to walk on the play ground to learn and make a pattern for something... It is like a heaven on earth, like what I said walking is sometimes healthy than running....When you walk with someone and with some genuine people who truly like me as me and genuinely want me to be their friend, you can make precious moments together. I feel bitter coz I lost that "precious moments" I mean time to capature memories with someone and with real FRIENDS!

11:16 am

I hate being a 2nd choice angels... I feel bitter,I have windblow!

Grrr....16 years, I'm super suppress!!!

I need to get mature friends most specially male friends!!!

11:29 am

Then, I realized coz I'm shawty girl... I don't wanna dwell ( to keep thinking ) on my height but now coz of that fucking 16 years on the "plateau" ( reach a state of little or no change after a time of activity or progress ). I feel this strange personal insecurity...

I feel that coz of me being shorty I don't have the right to be on the first position...

I wanna buy starbucks! I wanna buy cheesecake...I need to buy new yoga mat, I miss AF! ( still have my key fob )... A lot of things I miss to do... I'm thinking of money!!! ARGH!!

I need SEX! My system needs SEX! I need a relief!!! I need love and care!!!

4:37 pm

It is depressing inside me angels... It is a weird feeling... I feel bitterish...

6:08 pm

It is so good to stay on a high-end farm house castle where you can have these cute animals...

But it is not bad to walk for awhile, to learn something and for the ground pattern... Still, on uphill movement...

But I know, my theme these days is to hell with love...

6:12 pm

My pelvic/ S-bones are aching, I need a push on it and a touch or pressing with love and care...

6:19 pm

Can I be 16 again angels???

6:28 pm

My pelvic is really aching....Argh!

7:41 pm

I still have windblow and I still feel bitterish...

I wanna meet a soulmate and someone mature and mutual on me on wanting to have SEX and I really wanna walk and make a pattern for something... I want someone who knows how to love and care...

I'm not kidding ,I feel irritated if I can't have SEX soon....It is a complex for me... Aging for nothing and on the serious side my money, my botux and my future...

I still feel jealous on people having SEX... Coz I don't have it for 16 years... I feel bitterish... I feel ugly if I can't have SEX!

I feel irritated, I have windblow... I wanna buy Starbucks everyday... After 2 years will definitely leave Cavite, wanna see sand-dunes and some plastics....There are so many plastics everywhere...

I really want black penis or paint it black....

8:07 pm

I love this song,that wild damn thing! Bounce back yo!!!

Now, you can understand??? Bounce Back... Bounce Back Yo!

9:09 pm

Grrr.... I feeel bitter and panicky.... Waiting for rewave!!! I need money!!! I feel ugly and fat and old! I wanna have SEX! Can't find someone I want and will be mutual on everything.

I can't find a new friends for me who will truly like me and treat me as an adult but I'm always used to be a baby of the group, most specially men...I feel bitter nobody wants me angels...

I'm really having a hard time to find someone and to find friends.... I feeel bullshit! I have windblow!!!

9:32 pm

Fullmoon angels!!! AWOOH!!!!

9:53 pm

10:05 pm

Sssh.... Love me.... Love me...

[novelmonger]

Moments That Bring Me Joy: Air Bud

Because Disney+ finally put up Air Bud, I decided I'd do one of these for one of my favorite childhood movies. I have no idea why this movie in particular grabbed my heart and never let go, amongst all the other dog movies I watched. I mean, come on - this is a movie about basketball, for crying out loud! Why would I, who have never had even a smidge of interest in any sport whatsoever, fall in love with a movie about a basketball-playing pooch?

But I did. I loved it almost from the first glimpse of that beautiful golden retriever face (possibly partly because my aunt and uncle had a golden retriever at the time who was the sweetest dog ever). I cried like a baby the first time I watched it (we had to pause for lunch right after Snively takes Buddy, and I could barely eat). I identified with Josh surprisingly strongly, considering I was a girl who had never had a dog or played basketball or lost my dad or anything this kid goes through. But empathized with him really strongly, and for the next year or so, I got through boring schoolwork by daydreaming highly dramatic scenarios involving me training on various sports teams with my imaginary dog Peter. (Peter was a collie, not a golden retriever, but I can definitely point to Air Bud as being the spark of inspiration for him.) Or I think sometimes I would be training Peter for a dog show or something, and he would successfully jump through a hoop or do a trick each time I answered another question in my workbook XD

But anyway, enough about that! Here are the moments in the movie that still give me joy, all these years later (and remember, joy doesn't necessarily mean happiness):

THE OLD DISNEY LOGO! Oh gosh, the nostalgia! *_* I think I got this movie for my seventh birthday or something. That was such a long time ago....

"Fernfield, Where Everything Is Possible." What a town motto XD

"Hey, kids, it's Happy Slappy Time!"

All of the unimpressed expressions on the audience during the disastrous clown antics XD The extras in this movie are just. The Best.

All the cows watching Buddy through the fence after he falls off the truck. Simple humor, but effective. Love it.

Oh gosh, who does the music in this thing?! ...Brahm Wenger. Never heard of him, but the soundtrack in this movie is incredible. Way better than it needed to be, but we're hardly 8 minutes into the movie and I'm already noticing it. Mr. Wenger, you were wasted on all those Air Buddies movies.

When Josh is walking past the kids playing basketball, running his fingers along the chain-link fence. I can't quite put it into words, and I certainly couldn't then, but I remember sitting in the living room at seven years old, seeing that for the first time and thinking, "That's me." The best I can explain it is it's something about being on the outside looking in.

Just realized the first word we hear Josh say is "sucks" XD

When Josh breaks down the rotten fence and the music swells as we get that gorgeous view of the lake(?)

There's nothing like seeing a sad little boy and a sad little dog bonding and having fun for the first time in forever <3

*right after Buddy has utterly destroyed the living room* Josh: "So...can I keep him?" Mom: 😒

Josh's mom letting him keep Buddy as a Christmas present :')

"Sigmund twins moved to Canada, God knows why." - I don't remember this line at all, but it makes me laugh now XD

That doggy smile Buddy gives Josh the first time he makes a basket ^_^

That "well, crap" look on the coach's face when he realizes he has to put Josh on the team after embarrassing him in front of everybody, because Josh is that good of a player

I just really like the fat referee. He's having the worst night of his life, and I want to give him a hug and tell him it'll be okay XD

I take a vicious sort of joy in the rightness of the first coach getting caught red-handed in the abusive way he punishes Tom for fumbling the ball, and Coach Chaney taking over instead.

Man, the music in this movie! It turns a simple scene of the new middle school mascot doing a trick into a heroic moment of sheer triumph, followed by that montage of them winning games that just makes you want to get up and cheer.

Josh's mom coming out the morning after Snively takes Buddy away, and finding a newspaper on her driveway for the first time...I like the subtle touch.

"I don't want my dog to do beer commercials. I got ethics!" *30 seconds later* "Out of curiosity, how much are we talking for one of those beer commercials?"

Snively's unbelievably terrible truck - and driving XD Plus his pathetic little "No, I needed that!" when the steering wheel falls off :P

The whole scene where Josh lets Buddy go. Yes, that scene brings me joy - and I'm tearing up, even though I can't even count how many times I've seen this movie and know perfectly well that everything will turn out fine very shortly! It's just so perfectly done, showing their bond and providing an opportunity for Josh to explain what he's doing even though there's no one with him except for a dog. And that music, I just...it's in my soul. It's the heart's cry of the little girl I used to be, lonely and wishing I could have a dog that wasn't just in my imagination, because that was the only kind of friend I could imagine having. And that bit where the music is swelling and Buddy is racing after Josh through the brambles and dead bushes...I can point to that moment as the beginning of the many, many daydreams I would have about my imaginary dog Peter as I'd gaze out the window of a moving vehicle.

"Ain't no rule says a dog can't play basketball!"

"Hey, Water Boy...nice shot." - I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!! Even Larry has to finally acknowledge Josh is a good player!

The whole trial is so silly, but somehow...lovably so? I'm not sure if that would be the case to someone who's actually a lawyer, though ^^' But it's just so full of fun moments:

"What is that dog doing in the courthouse?" "That's the, uh...child, sir." "That's a pretty ugly kid."

"I will not have my courtroom turned into a circus." *literal clown walks in*

"I'm the plaintiff." "You look like an idiot."

"Who are you, Barnum or Bailey?" "Arthur Chaney, Your Honor."

"Mr. Chaney, during my forty years on the bench, I have heard a lot of lame-brained, cockamamie proposals. But this one...I like."

"Case closed! Thank God."

Oh, interesting! I never noticed before, but in the credits, right under the note about "no animals were harmed," there's a note that says, "No special visual effects were used in the basketball sequences of this Motion Picture."

And again, that soundtrack! I can guarantee you, if seven-year-old me had known soundtracks were a thing, I would have begged and pleaded to get my hands on the Air Bud soundtrack, and I would have worn it out completely as I daydreamed about my adventures with my imaginary dog. You know...I still might see if I can get it, because the music alone brings me so much joy ^_^

[amaelya]

LYSANDER GUIDE EPISODE 2 AL

(I posted the french version too)

Lysander : I can give you a tour of the house later, if you want !

A. Of course, I’d like that ! You will be able to show me all the places you got into trouble, when you were little ! (+0)

B. Actually, I… I already had a look around while I was looking for you, yesterday. (+5)

C. Oh no, it's not worth it, I already saw it yesterday. (-5)

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Lysander : I’ll admit, I miss it a bit. I don’t play anymore.

A. If you have a game that's a little more adult than Pop’ Pirate, we can play if you want. (+0)

B. I have never liked board games. They always end badly. (-5)

C. If you want, tonight, we can play a game of Pop’ Pirate. I've never played. (+5)

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Lysander : I'm not sure there's a moral to this story, but I find it amusing.

A. I think I preferred the kitchen stories… (-5)

B. I prefer the stories that take place around the table . (+0)

C. I love listening to you tell stories. (+5)

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Candy : (Indeed, no sooner had I taken a few steps away than the duck waddled in my direction)

A. (I crouched down and held out the piece of cauliflower.) (+0) (ummh lysander says nooo)

B. (I throw the piece of cauliflower at him.) (+0)

C. (I crouched down to place the piece of cauliflower on the ground.) (+0) (I think it’s the right choice to have the illustration)

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Lysander : I’ll fill the watering cans

A. I’d prefer to stay with you. I don't feel comfortable, alone with the animals (+0)

B. (I took the piece of apple and walked towards the chickens.) (+0)

C. (I took a piece of apple and walked towards the goat.) (+0) (I choose that to get the illu)

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Lysander : general for lunch, I eat something quickly …

A. Are you kidding me ! I’m going to be able to taste your tapenade with bread, I am thrilled ! (+5)

B. No problem, this is great ! I don't eat much at lunch either. (+0)

C. That’s ok. We'll eat better tonight ! (-5)

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Candy : (But for the moment, we still have work to do)

A. We still have to feed the cows, right ? (+0)

B. What do we have to do, this afternoon ? (+0)

C. Do you think we still have a lot to do ? (+0)

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Lysander : Well. There isn’t particular technique… When you see an apple, you take it and put it in the bag.

A. Sure, I could be able to do that ! (+0)

B. Would I take them, even if they are a bit bruised, or have holes ? (+0) (best choice)

C. all of this ? It’s going to take us for days ! (+0)

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Just after this dialogue, go back to the meadows, You will meet your aunt who will offer you as a gift a wheelbarrow full of apple 🍎

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Lysander : Well, what do you think of life on the farm, after this first day ?

A. I really like it ! I feel… really good, here. (+5)

B. I found it quite nice. Exotic, in any case, and I have not disliked.

C. I…let's just say it's not really my natural environment. (-5)

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Candy : (I can’t help but be curious…What is it hiding ?)

A. (Maybe the key is hidden somewhere… Under the lamp, for example…?)

B. (I set my hand on the handle. He may have unlocked it since yesterday…)

C. (I have to ask Lysander.) (+5) (well that one was easy)

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Lysander : Are you hungry ? I'm going to prepare something to eat.

A. I'm coming with you, I'll help you ! (-> 1st illustration)

B. No, that can wait… I want you to tell me about what you are writing. (+0) (—> 2nd illustration)

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If you choose the A) :

Lysander : Do you mind ? Would you like me to buy some for you tomorrow ?

A. I think I’ll be able to buy that this week

B. No, don’t bother. I should consider it myself

C. To be honest, I don’t eat it either. (+0 and the best choice to have the 2nd illustration)

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Lysander : Obviously I write a lot more than Castiel can sing, but at least those that correspond to him travel a little.

A. Castiel didn’t offer you to continue with him ? (+0) (interesting reaction ~)

B. You don't have to sing them, you can make a poetry collection out of them . (+0)

C. You don't need anyone to sing the other , do you ? (+0)

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Lysander : The last time we talked about it on the phone, you weren't very sure...

A. I'm not even sure I want to keep going,to be honest. (+0)

B. Ideally, if I want to do research, I’d have to go on the complete doctorate (+0)

C. I still don’t know. I like what I’m doing now, but...(+0)

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Candy : (He placed a kiss on my lips before turning off the light)

A. (I have snuggled against him so I can sleep in his arms.) (+0) (the best choice for sure)

B. Good night, Lysander, have sweet dreams. (-5) (I really don’t know why 💀 like, seriously? I ask other people and it seems like it’s neutral so idk 🤷🏻‍♀️)

C. (I don't really want to sleep. I want more... carnal.) (+0 and you will be rejected 💀 lol)

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I will update quickly, do not hesitate to comment if you have additional information ❤️

[providing-leverage]

My personal head cannons for Eliot Spencer because he's southern

I'm technically in the Midwest but right next to Oklahoma so whatever

Can't say goodbye quick. Not around people he likes. Says goodbye in the house, chats for a bit. They go outside to get into the car. Chats for a bit. About to get into the car "oh but did I tell you-" and "the other day-"

Hardison and Parker are groaning and trying to hurry him up but it still takes like an hour to leave

Auctions. So many auctions. Loves them. Will go and wander around but never buy anything and it drives everyone CRAZY because he still insists on going because what if I do find something

Can't walk on the grass if there's a sidewalk. This is a military thing, but it's been drilled into him, so unless it's an emergency Eliot is taking the sidewalk not the shortcut.

Can shake hands very well, very firm. He was 100% in AG/FFA (Future Farmers of America, very big high school club). Young Eliot received a grade on his handshaking ability

Speaking of AG. This is where Eliot learned how to grift, how to be charismatic, to give speeches and sell things. I cannot count how many times my friends have tried to convince me to buy a kind of grain or cow food or agriculture supplement as practice for their tests in AG.

Loves quilts. Quilts are great. He doesn't let himself think about his life before the military too often, not because it's awful, but because it hurts too much. But sometimes he'll think about the quilts his grandma would make and how well he would sleep wrapped up in them.

Food is his love language (this is cannon) but is also his weakness. Convincing him to do anything is as easy as offering him a good meal afterwards.

Can drive a post in less than five hits.

Going back to the topic of high school, Eliot participated in drive your tractor to school day every year

Like Parker, has been driving since a very young age. It's not illegal if it's in a field.

Probably liked to hunt a lot as a kid, lost his taste for it later.

Definitely did the big family thing in the summer, all the people you call aunt and uncle and cousin but are like three times removed. Tons of food, water gun fights, sleeping in tents in the yard

Loves loves loves to star gaze. Think Supernatural, when the boys will park in a wide open space and sit in silence and just watch.

As a date drags Parker and Hardison out and they complain about the ride to the middle of nowhere, but go quiet when he lays out the blanket and they see, maybe for the first time, how beautiful the sky is when the nearest city is more than an hour away, when there's no trees or anything to block the view.

The two of them eventually fall asleep but Eliot doesn't. He can't. His partner's might take his breath away but mother nature was his first love and he will never be able to take his gaze away from her.

(when the sun is starting to light up the east, he carries Parker back to the truck and tries his best to get Hardison but it does not work with the hight difference.)

[ceescedasticity]

perspectives on the aftermath, v

(you might want to check out the other parts first)

(and/or read what’s on AO3)

Málawen Calariel:

We didn't find any young children killed by swords or arrows or spears, which is actually very impressive when you consider how chaotic things got. We found four who were trampled by crowds, all Lindar. Eight who were trampled or kicked by horses or cows, five Lindar and three Noldor. Two killed when a wagon overturned — one of each, same wagon, I'm not sure how that happened. Nineteen who died from falling stones or collapsing buildings around the Cradle — people on both sides made children leave the wharves for the buildings, to keep them safe. That was eleven Lindar and eight Noldor. We think. It wasn't… entirely obvious, with all of them.

There were two small children who must have been hidden under a canvas in one of the wagons when… when we set the wagon on fire. We assume they were Noldor. I threw up.

Older children, adolescents— A lot of people not old enough to marry were killed, on both sides, most of them with weapons in their hands. Not always very good weapons, but weapons — and some of them were good weapons, well-used good weapons. I don't— I don't know, what to say about that. Who to blame for that. It's wrong that they were killed, it's wrong that they were killing, but at least on our side I think most or all of them decided to act all on their own.

I don't know.

Queen Nénwen:

We didn't identify very many of the Noldorin dead, then or later. We seldom tried.

We did make an effort with all the children, but we succeeded with only three.

One of those killed in the warehouse collapse had been a page at Finwë's palace, whom several of us remembered because his father, one of Finwë's stewards, had chosen to name the poor child Finwindur. We don't know what became of his father.

One of the children killed by a horse was a girl called Ilimbantissë. She was the daughter of some follower of Fëanáro's who'd been very eager to show her off at that last festival. (Eärwen wasn't sure whether her name was meant to reference her fair skin or referred to some early childhood habit of getting milk on her face. I wasn't sure whether it was better or worse than 'devoted servant of Finwë'.)

Another child killed in the warehouse collapse was a boy called Nandarinkë. He'd come with his parents, both musicians, to the last starlight concert, and fallen overboard. Nettë had been obliged to jump in to retrieve him. (Nettë didn't take the details of his death well.)

Beyond the children… There were Curinfinwë Atarinkë's lawbrothers, of course. Most of Eldalótë's family was, presumably, traveling with Eldalótë and Angaráto, but her grandfather had come ahead and… well, it looked like it had been a boat hook. The nursemaid from Finwë's palace. Some others.

No one had much sympathy to spare any of for them, apart from the children.

Duimiwen Elulindiel:

The weird thing was—

When I came out of my… whatever I was in, I went back to my room to wash up and put on clean clothes before I went out to dig through rubble. And it was fine. Well, not fine — I wanted to weep when I saw the robe I'd "borrowed" from Dammë, and the shawl Emmë knit for me. I was reminded of grief and it hurt. But that was all.

But a while later, I got a message from Grandfather — by a runner with a note, not ósanwë, I was unreachable by ósanwë until several years after my father came back. The message was, they were starting funerals, on the beach on the south side of the harbor. Many people would want to attend my parents', so that wouldn't be now, or my siblings, but most of the rest of the family would be among the first wave.

By that time I was covered in stone dust and mud and even some more blood — Aunt Néthalinda wasn't the only damaged body — so I went back to my rooms to wash up and change again first.

And this time, when I walked in my door, it was like all I could see was my harpoons hanging on the walls. And whenever I looked at them, I could feel metal giving, or bone crunching, or the jerk when the barbs tear all the way through flesh and it comes loose, and I could smell—

I just stood there, paralyzed, until I heard Málawen crying down the hall, and I managed to turn away and leave the room.

I went to Dammë's room, and washed up there, and borrowed her clothes. It made me weep again, but that was better than—

I had them hanging on the wall because they were beautiful, you know? Most of them hadn't ever even been used.

[iamnightduchess]

ReinerxMikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky A to Z Ask Game (R20+) Headcanon #19

*Update: 24 March 2021

A continuation of this ask & inspired by this original post. Dedicated to @xrocketmanx for their amazing 💖 on my ko-fi page!

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic description of very explicit smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

(In complete Alphabetical Order)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

People expect Reiner to be the one who would jump off the bed immediately soon after when they’re done but on the contrary, he just loves lying there and holding Mikasa in his arms post-coitus. Although, they do sleep with Mikasa lying on his chest most nights. Mikasa wasn’t used to be held intimately in the first few months of their relationship, so the first time they made love, Reiner gave her the space that she needed before, during and after. It was Mikasa who finally initiated their first cuddle post-coitus after the next several weeks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiner: Very confident of his physical appearance and in his skin. He really loves everything on and about Mikasa. He loves her body type the way she is - to him, hers is just perfect. But, his most favorite body part of hers he'd like to touch first every time he could is her hands. He just like holding her hands when he wakes up, winding down for the night & even when he's asleep.

Mikasa: This woman, despite having a bombshell athletic figure, still secretly feels insecure of the way she looks. She loves Reiner's biceps the most - at home, she'll sneak a quick peck or a nibble on his biceps when he's doing the dishes or making dinner. She also likes to snuggle up to him on the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders, sometimes until she falls asleep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… lol)

She...swallows? 🙈 (holy shizz i'm not so sure of this one. Can't think of a suitable answer without being cringey 🤣)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiner & Mikasa once had a quickie inside the changing booth during a beach trip with their friends. Reiner had also went down on Mikasa after dinner at his mum's place, right in Karina's laundry room because he 'accidentally' spilt some wine on her dress & wanted to get her dress cleaned up. He ended up having her as dessert on top of the moving dryer & she left her underwear there by accident.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They were both not each other’s first lovers but when they first got together, the experience is like being with no other. They discovered new parts & points of not only their significant other’s physical & spiritual strengths but also their own respective preferences as well. Reiner’s quite a ladies’ man during his early years in the military but after a while, he got bored of the game. Meeting Mikasa, he realised he wants to play the game again but this time to win it for good. Mikasa has only been with one boyfriend since college & being with Reiner opened her eyes up to vast possibilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

No, Reiner doesn't do the Military Style despite being a military man 🤣 Missionary & Cow Girl are their standard starting positions. Despite Mikasa being very flexible, which gave them more advantage in attempting the more physically-challenging positions, but the following are their more favorite experimental ones:

Oasis

Basket

Watering Can

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both, no doubt. Reiner has a dorky sense of humor & Mikasa's odd humor makes for a good tension-breaking combination. Their foreplays always begin with a good laugh - with Reiner ghosting his teasing touches on her love handles. Gets her in the mood for some serious sexing every time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For both, the carpets matched the drapes. Mikasa tried Brazillian wax once and uhh...Reiner abstained for a week & a half because he prefers her au naturalé 🙈 He said it felt odd from what he's used to haha

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are days they’ll just have a quickie if they get in the mood while just chilling, watching TV together after dinner. Before the children came, they would always have slow, intense eye-gazing, tantric, unrushed lovemaking. After the twins came into the picture, they’ll be lucky if they can even have cuddle time together >D Mikasa doesn’t say “I love you” out-loud but showed it in the way she touches & kisses Reiner’s arm when he’s in the kitchen making dinner or when he’s giving the twins a bath.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oooh...Reiner rarely does this after he dated Mikasa & married her. But he loves getting her to touch herself in the showers. While he watches.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Did i tell you about their muscle kink & how much they love each other’s muscles?? Roleplay :) They like to pretend they’re strangers meeting in a cafe or a hotel bar and later have a ‘pretend one-night stand’ with each other haha It keeps the flame burning! (i posted a oneshot on this.)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home: bedroom, kitchen and in his home office. In the showers too!

They're not one to do it in public but they did have several outdoor trysts on the back of his 4WD while having a romantic night under the stars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) haha can't help not including this gif

When Mikasa rubs one of Reiner's thighs, rest assured that his gears will be running. Meanwhile when Reiner nuzzles her neck and started caressing her abs, oh it's an on for her alright.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⛔ Backdoors are a big N.O ⛔

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They're both amazing givers... You know what it means: 34 + 35 🤫 Reiner would sometimes initiates when Mikasa's already asleep. Remember that Zoom Conference & online gaming session? Mikasa likes to get back at Reiner when he least expects it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both depending on their moods...quickies are usually fast pounding yet not too rough, Reiner respects Mikasa too much to ever be at risk of hurting her. Usually their lovemaking would be sensual & soul-bonding at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mikasa prefers to wear pants when they ever go for outings, movie trips, hiking trips. But, she wears skirts when they're visiting their families for a reason: smoother access for quickies. The moment she walks down the stairs in a beautiful dress before they head to his mum's or her aunts', Reiner already knows it. They be getting freaky with a quickie later 🙈

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reiner & Mikasa are very experimental in the bedroom. Sure, they don’t have frequent lovemaking but when they’re in the mood, fireworks are a guarantee throughout with different new positions ;) Risk-taker? Let’s just say Reiner’s virility and Mikasa’s flexibility provided a lot of perks in their love lives together (and some pregnancy scares too! before they were ready to conceive) Mikasa once gave Reiner head while they're stuck in traffic heading into a road block. He'd finished just before the the car in front of them pass the inspection 🙈

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ooh boy, all night haha Rounds: 2 max at one time. Duration: At least 1.5hours X) They both are super fit, athletic people so one can expect their staminas to be nothing less than subpar. *cough* In Canon AU: Max 4 times or 1/3 of the night *winks* because supernatural & acker powers!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No, they don't 🙈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Goes without saying: a lot. Mikasa likes to wear Reiner's tshirts/ dress shirts at home to tease him. While Reiner likes to wear his reading glasses a lot at home because that is one of her biggest turn ons from him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mikasa's the quiet one between the two and the loudest she'd ever been was just a deep, heavy whimper. Reiner's the louder one that sometimes Mikasa would have to smother him when they're having a quickie 🤣

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even after more than 20 years together, Reiner and Mikasa still make out like they're teenagers - pretending to sneak around and grinding in hidden, cramped spaces away from their kids.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mikasa : Dynamite & powerful grip - thighs and you-know-what (even after 3 kids!)

Reiner : Thicc - ass & this man is packing. He has girth!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest: 15 🤣 There's something about getting Mikasa to relax and laugh during their chill time, that just instantaneously revved up their engines at the same time. Reiner is a very tender, romantic person & Mikasa cannot resist it when he starts to tell her how much he loves her & appreciates her. He likes to kiss her hand when they're just hanging out even with friends. Everything Reiner does is genuine & that warms her heart everytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner would be the first to go out like a light & Mikasa just likes to rest her head on his chest and hear his beating heart & relaxed breathing. Mikasa thinks Reiner's little snores are adorable. But when they're just cuddling on the couch, Mikasa would fall asleep first & Reiner would carry her to the bed.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this & I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thank you so much for the support & love 💖 xoxo More asks to come!