#it’s probably not going to go anywhere but oh well

[heavyhitterheaux]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Joe confesses his concerns to you about playing in cold weather coming back from his wrist injury

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

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Balancing your plate of snacks along with your drink was successful as you had finally reached the top step on the staircase before making your way back into your bedroom where you figured that your husband would be sleeping seeing as it was the night before game day.

The door was open just as you had left it, but what you didn't expect was to see Joe laying down, but wide awake staring off into space.

Getting comfortable on your side of the bed, you set your drink down on the dresser as you successfully balanced the plate on your small baby bump which you were very proud of.

“Oh! Babe! Look! I can put the plate on my bump now! It's big enough.” You excitedly told him as he turned around to face you.

Seeing it, he quietly laughed to himself before stealing a fruit snack from the plate.

“You okay? It's eleven, you should have been sleep two hours ago.” You asked him and he took a deep sigh before answering you.

“It's cold outside.”

“Yes, baby. I know, It's November. What? You want extra cuddles?” You said while laughing.

“I'm never turning down extra cuddles, but I've never played in the cold with my wrist.” He said as you saw him massaging it.

Setting the plate down to the side of you, your left hand lifted up to run through his hair before leaning down and kissing the top of it.

“You're nervous.”

“That's an understatement.”

“Well it's been cold all week and everyday that you came home from practice you didn't mention anything to me.”

“Because you’re going to worry and that is the last thing I want or need. I felt like I did okay in practice, but not as good as I wanted to be.”

“You’re my husband last time I checked, of course I'm going to worry. No matter how you look at it, your job is dangerous.” You replied as you shrugged.

“I just… I think I'll probably have a few heaters on the sidelines to help keep it loose. Other than that, I'm not sure what else to do.”

“Go out there and do your best. That's what you can do. No matter what the outcome is tomorrow, I know you're going to be amazing. You staying up all hours of the night is not going to help you. Did you even go to sleep at all?”

“No. I've just been laying here.”

“Babe…..”

“I'm just frustrated with how this entire season has gone and now this is something else that I'm adding to it.”

“I know this season hasn't been what you expected, but you have consistently showed up every single week and gave it your all. That is something to be proud of because if it was me, knowing my ass I would have been like bye yall I'm going to sit in the locker room. But not you and you’re a leader for a reason.” You quietly said as he cuddled closer to you.

“And I'm going to be there tomorrow cheering for you the entire time.” You added and in response, Joe leaned over to place several kisses on your lips.

“And like I tell you every single day, I'm proud of you no matter what.”

[lvnleah]

zoo days.

find the masterlist here! forgot to post this one 🙈

March 29th 2029 | 5 years old & 10 months. 

“Are you excited to see all of the animals, bubba?” Leah asked as she helped Finley zip up his coat. 

Finley bounced on the tip of his toes, “Yeah! I can’t wait to see all of the animals. Will there be tigers?”

“Oh of course there will!” Leah nodded, “Are you excited Ellie bee?” Leah cooed, turning to Ellie who you were currently strapping into her pram. 

Ellie reached up and grabbed Leah’s nose, giggling as Leah blew a playful raspberry on the palm of her hand. You smiled to yourself as you put the nappy bug under the pram. 

It was the weekend before Leah and Finley’s birthday so you had planned a little family day at the zoo. Finley was turning five and Leah was turning 33, something she wasn’t too pleased about. 

As you secured the nappy bag under the pram, you glanced up to catch Leah playfully rolling her eyes as Ellie continued to giggle at her. “33’s not so bad if it means you get a zoo day,” you teased, giving her a quick wink.

Leah shot you a look that said, don’t even start, before turning her attention back to Finley. “Alright, bud, let’s go see those tigers!” she said with a grin. 

“Stay close to me and Mumma please!” You reminded Finley as he started to run ahead. 

Ellie, now strapped in and ready to go, made a soft babbling sound as she pointed in the direction Finley had run. “Dah!” she squealed as if urging everyone to hurry along.

"Alright, alright, little miss," you said, giving the pram a little push. "We’re going now!”

“Mumma, can we see the tigers first?” Finley asked Leah, looking up as he held her hand, “Pleaseee!”

Leah smiled, “Let’s see where they are on the map, and we’ll make sure we get there.”

When you entered the zoo, Ellie was sitting up in her pram, her little hands waving excitedly as she spotted some flamingos nearby. Finley dashed ahead a few feet, bouncing up and down as he scanned the map you’d handed him.

"Okay, where to first, tour guide?" you asked, catching up to him.

Finley’s face lit up. “The tigers are this way!” He pointed dramatically, ready to lead the charge.

Leah shot you a grin, shaking her head as you both followed his enthusiastic steps. "Well, looks like we’re on tiger duty."

As you made your way toward the tiger enclosure, Finley kept turning around every few seconds to make sure you and Leah were still following him. 

"Come on, we're going to miss them!" he called out, bouncing with excitement.

Leah chuckled, "Don't worry, Finn, the tigers aren't going anywhere."

Ellie was mesmerised by everything around her. Every time a bird flew overhead or she saw something new, her eyes widened and she let out an enthusiastic “Oooh!” You could already tell she was just as taken back by the zoo as Finley was.

When you reached the tiger exhibit, Finley pressed his face up against the glass, searching for any sign of movement among the tall grass and rocks. 

“Where are they?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

“They’re probably hiding, bubs,” you said, standing next to him. “Sometimes they like to blend in.”

Leah crouched beside Finley, scanning the enclosure as well. “Look over there,” she pointed out a stripey patch moving in the distance. “See that tail? I think one of them is coming closer.”

Finley gasped, his eyes widening as the tiger slowly emerged from the shade and into view. "Woah…"

Ellie, catching sight of the large cat, pointed and squealed. 

Leah moved over beside the pram, tickling Ellie’s stomach, “Do you like them, Els?”

The tiger made his way into Finley’s sight, making him gasp, "Mumma, look how big it is!" he whispered loudly.

Leah smiled, her arm wrapping around Finley’s waist. “Yeah, he’s pretty big, huh?”

As Finley stared in awe at the tiger, completely captivated, Leah exchanged a glance with you, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Remember when he was scared of cats?” she whispered with a laugh.

You giggled quietly, nodding your head. For some reason when Finley was around a year and a half, he wouldn’t go near any cats, instead, he’d cry at them. “Now look at him. Ready to make friends with a tiger.”

Ellie, not wanting to be left out, stretched her arms out toward the glass, her tiny fingers tapping it as she babbled something incomprehensible but clearly very important to her. “Ba-ba-ba!”

Finley turned to her and grinned. “Ellie, that tiger goes roar!” He said before making a roaring noise. 

Ellie tried to copy her big brother's noise, “Grrr!”

Leah laughed. “Close enough, Els. You’re a great big brother, you know that bubba?”

Finley smiled at her praise, then turned his attention back to the tiger, still completely fascinated by its every move.

After a while, the tiger wandered back into the shadows, disappearing from sight. Finley sighed dramatically, “I wish we could stay and watch them forever.”

You ruffled his hair, “There’s still a lot more animals to see, bubba. How about we go check out the giraffes next?”

“Okay!” Finley agreed, bouncing on the balls of his feet again. “But can we see the monkeys after?”

“Absolutely,” Leah said. “Giraffes, then monkeys. Deal?”

“Deal!” Finley said, already eager to lead the way once again.

Ellie babbled in agreement, and Leah leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead before you all started making your way to the next exhibit. 

“Well, that’s one animal down,” you said with a grin as Leah took your hand into hers. 

As you walked hand in hand, Finley skipped ahead, constantly looking back to make sure you were following his lead. Ellie continued her excited babbling, eyes wide as she took in the new surroundings. 

Leah glanced at you with a content smile. “He’s so full of energy today.”

You chuckled. “It’s not every day you turn five and get a whole day at the zoo.”

Leah nodded. “I know. I can’t believe he’s five already.” She sighed, “And I’m bloody thirty-three!”

“Alright, oldie! We get it, you’re turning thirty-three and think you're a granny.” You laughed, “No but seriously, where did the five years go?”

Leah rolled her eyes before glancing down at Ellie, who was now chewing on her fingers and smiled. “We’ve got two little ones growing up too fast.”

When you arrived at the giraffe enclosure, Finley pressed himself against the railing. "Look how tall they are, Mummy!"

You crouched down beside him. "Wow, bubs! They’re massive, so cool aren’t they?”

Finley nodded excitedly, staring at the giraffes as they moved about. "Do you think they can reach the sky?" he asked. 

Leah laughed softly and crouched beside you. "They can reach pretty high, but not quite that high, buddy."

Ellie, fascinated by the movement, pointed toward one of the giraffes, making her own little noise of wonder. "Oooo!"

Leah smiled at Ellie. "Do you like them too, Ellie bee? They’re so big, aren’t they?"

Ellie clapped her hands in response, her little face lighting up as she watched the giraffes.

Finley turned to Leah, "Mumma, what do giraffes eat?"

Leah pointed to the trees where one of the giraffes was munching on some leaves. "See that tree? They eat mostly leaves, and sometimes fruits. See how they use their long tongues to grab the leaves?"

Finley watched in fascination as the giraffe’s tongue curled around the branches. "Woah! That’s so cool. Can we have a giraffe at home?!”

Leah laughed, ruffling his hair. "I think they should stay here in the zoo, bubba.”

As the giraffes continued to move about, you glanced at Leah and smiled. "This was a good idea, huh?"

She nodded, her eyes soft as she looked at you. "Yeah, it’s perfect."

You continued to walk around the zoo and saw all the different animals from Zebras to Hippos, you saw it all. Just as you were leaving the butterfly house, Finley’s little legs grew tired and Ellie was already asleep in her pram. 

“Mumma, up please?” Finley asked Leah, holding his arms up to her. 

Leah smiled before picking Finley up who immediately cuddled into the crook neck, “Wanna go get some lunch, pretty girl?” 

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah I’m hungry, I think the bubbas are too.”

As you made your way toward the zoo café, you kept glancing at Leah holding Finley, who was half-asleep on her shoulder. His wild energy from earlier had completely worn off, and now he was snuggled into her, his little fingers gripping her jacket. 

Ellie, still sound asleep in her pram, had her tiny fists curled up near her face, her breathing soft and steady. 

"Poor thing, he's wiped out," Leah whispered with a smile, gently brushing some of Finley's hair out of his eyes.

You leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Guess running around a zoo will do that to you. Good thing we’ve got lunch as a pit stop."

As you reached the café, you found a table inside and settled down. Leah carefully transferred Finley onto her lap, and he stayed asleep, his head resting against her chest. You parked Ellie’s pram nearby and sat down beside Leah.

"Think they'll wake up for food?" you asked, grinning.

Leah laughed softly. "Knowing Finley, he’ll wake up the second the food is here.”

The two of you ordered lunch, keeping it simple with sandwiches and some chips for the kids. Sure enough, as soon as the food arrived, Finley stirred and began to wake up. 

"Mumma, what's that?" he mumbled sleepily, blinking his eyes open.

"Just some lunch, buddy," Leah said, stroking his back. "You hungry?"

Finley nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Can I have some chips?"

"Of course," you said, sliding the plate closer to him. "Here you go, bubba."

Finley perked up almost immediately, sitting up and grabbing a chip. Leah chuckled, watching him munch away, her free hand gently rocking Ellie’s pram.

"I think the monkeys are next on the list," Leah said between bites, glancing at Finley, who nodded enthusiastically.

“And then maybe the penguins,” you suggested, knowing how much Ellie would love seeing them.

Leah smiled softly, glancing down at Ellie in the pram, her little face peaceful in sleep. “Yeah, Els will love that if she’s awake.”

Finley finished his last chip and bounced in his seat, “Can we go now?”

You laughed, “Alright, alright, just let me and Mumma finish our food.”

Finley grinned and started talking excitedly about the monkeys he wanted to see, while Leah took another bite of her sandwich. 

As you and Leah enjoyed the last bites of your lunch, Ellie started to stir in her pram. Her tiny eyes fluttered open, and she let out a soft yawn, stretching her little arms above her head.

“Looks like someone’s waking up just in time,” you said with a smile, leaning over to tickle Ellie’s belly. 

Leah smiled warmly, “Hu, sleepy girl. Ready to see some more animals?”

Ellie blinked up at Leah, the classic ‘Leah frown’ on her face, she reached her arms out to be picked up. You gently lifted her out of the pram, and she snuggled into your shoulder, still waking up.

“Ellie, we’re going to see the monkeys next!” Finley announced with excitement, leaning over to peek at his little sister. “You’ll love them, they’re funny.”

As you finished your sandwiches, Ellie, now fully awake, wiggled on your lap and made a sound that was unmistakably her hungry noise—an insistent, “Mmmm, mmmm,” as she reached toward the table.

“Looks like someone’s ready for lunch too,” Leah chuckled, leaning over to unbuckle Ellie from the pram.

You took out Ellie’s little lunchbox from the bag. Inside were some cut-up pieces of soft fruit, a few crackers, and a small sandwich. It was stuff packed from home because she was a little fussy eater just like Leah. Ellie’s eyes lit up when she saw the food, and she clapped her hands excitedly. 

“Here you go, Els,” you said, handing her a little piece of banana. She grabbed it eagerly with her tiny fingers, stuffing it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. 

Finley watched with a grin as Ellie ate. “Ellie loves bananas!” he exclaimed, finishing the last of the chips that he’d stolen from Leah’s plate. “She’s like a monkey!”

“She sure does,” Leah said, watching Ellie with a smile as she moved on to munching a cracker.

You offered Ellie another small piece of her sandwich, which she looked at for a moment before taking a bite. She chewed slowly, looking around the café, taking in the new surroundings between bites.

“Is it yummy, Ellie bee?” you asked, brushing a crumb off her cheek.

Ellie babbled in response, too focused on her lunch to do anything else. She reached for more food, her little fingers moving between bites of her sandwich and the soft fruits.

“She’s a good eater today,” Leah remarked, handing Ellie a bit more fruit. Ellie eagerly grabbed it and gave Leah a big smile in return.

“Alright, she’s done,” you said, wiping Ellie’s hands and face with a napkin as she began to throw the food around. “Ready for more animals, bubba?”

Ellie grinned and clapped her hands again. “Let’s get going, then,” Leah said, finishing the last of her drink. She stood up and took Finley’s hand while you settled Ellie back into the pram.

With the zoo map in hand, Finley took the lead, pointing in the direction of the monkey exhibit. You and Leah exchanged a quick smile, watching him bounce ahead with renewed energy.

As you followed, Ellie babbled happily in the pram. Finley kept talking about the different animals you still needed to see. You were happy seeing your kids and wife happy. 

Leah took your hand into hers and squeezed it gently as you walked. "I’m glad we did this today," she said softly. 

You nodded, glancing over at her with a smile. "Me too. It’s been a perfect day."

[shatcey]

Yves sequel (new princes/new countries)

UPDATE: Thanks to the information from @.caffedrine, I can add Clavis and Nokto sequels.

Are they showing them to us for the first time? I'm really confused because I'm reading the sequels at the same time in JP and EN games, and in a rather random order.

I think it is…

In the last, 14th chapter, of each sequel (starting with Yves), we are shown a small scene with three new princes. I only read the dramatic ending so I will show you screenshots from it. Let's talk about new countries.

New princes mostly tell us how fun it will be to visit their country. And who and where to expect to see.

In the first three sequels, we visited Obsidian. Chevalier, Leon and Yves.

Licht and Sariel went to the Tanzanite.

I haven't read the sequels to Nokto and Clavis yet, so I have no idea where they were going. I hope Nokto wasn't in Tanzanite. I like Azel, but I would like to see other countries.

And here they hint what Keith will be in Ruby and Silvio in Bentonite (I'm not surprised in both cases).

So… That's what I got.

Green - I'm sure, I've already read that. Orange - we got hints on this (Yves) sequel. And blue- this is my guesses. I don't think Gilbert is able to travel anywhere. Jin is kind of a friend of Mathias, so he's probably going north.

So we have 12 princes (minus Gilbert) for 4 countries. It gave us 3 in each. Which means we won't see Tanzanite until Silvio's sequel (actually, until Azel's route, but you get what I mean). Well, I will not see, Licht and Sariel's sequels haven't been released on EN server… yet.

But I have no idea where to put the rest of the boys. Let's say… Luke is pretty wild, he can survive in Ruby. Rio? I think he has no choice, because I don't see Nokto in this country at all.

They should show us new countries to the same extent, but so far I don't see how they could do that…

And with the new information, it's going to be even more confusing. Again… I like Azel, but there are other guys. Devs should not ignore them!

Or I'm wrong, and Gilbert will go to… Ruby… Damn… It's going to be a real show.

Oh, and this…

You're talking about a greedy god, mind you. The answer is obvious. Actually Azel will brings snacks in the Licht and Sariel sequels… Sometimes he can be generous (if he has received a lot of donations or free food).

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[itsa-me-lily]

Here is the Master Playlist for MPS AU

Here is Simon & Thimble playlist

Note;

This takes place early on in your marriage to Simon. So way before Baker or anything. Also I actually googled something about COD for this, look at my growth

Content warning;

Mom feelings, just a lot of mom feelings, crying, poor humor from Simon right out the gate

Some days it'd be nice if terrorists could actually be useful and be a great reason to get out of meeting the in-laws. Just a small attack somewhere, an empty building being blown up, no one had to get hurt. And given the colorful threat you had told Simon, the terrorists might have been nicer. At least they wouldn't have him vacuuming the same damn rug for the third time. Though given how you had spent the last hour and a half simultaneously power cleaning and winding yourself up for a possible heart attack, it wasn't like you were just lounging around eat bonbons.

Simon could almost understand the anxiety. He had never had to worry about it before, but he could recall a frazzled phone call with Tommy the first time he was going to meet Beth's parents. That he had been worried about being deemed not good enough. Simon at least knew that deep down he wasn't really good enough for you. Too much blood and violence in him. But as long as you were around he'd at least pretend to be alright. And if being alright meant over vacuuming an area rug well, he was trying to be a good husband.

Being a good husband probably meant he wasn't suppose to find it a little entertaining how you froze and looked at your phone like it was a live bomb. But after having to deal with actual live bombs, the way your eyes got big at the ringing electronic rectangle was a little silly. He watched as you answered the phone with all the seriousness of a man going to the gallows, fingers tapping against the kitchen table like you needed to channel your energy elsewhere. You didn't say a whole lot, and after you hung up you looked at Simon as if the end of the world was coming.

"She's here a half hour early."

Oh. Yeah that would probably explain the expression on your face. You had lost thirty minutes of compulsive cleaning of your tiny home that was already pretty damn clean. And as if to harken the end of times the dryer unit that had been crammed into a utility closet loudly declared itself done, the towels you had deemed needed a wash now dry and fluffy.

You looked...stuck. As if you were trying to pull yourself in two opposite directions and the force of it meant you weren't moving anywhere. Simon recalled that you had explained it once, when he had caught you staring at five different projects one evening. That having so many choices stunned you because you couldn't decide what to do first. Seemed like you were stuck between your mother and some towels. Truly a rock and a hard place. But again, Simon was at least attempting to be a good husband. He'd deal with the hard place.

"Go get your mum. I'll handle the towels."

He watched as you nodded, the deep inhale you took becoming a deeper sigh as you seemed to finally deflate a little, coming back into yourself more.

"Right. Thanks uh...you can-"

"I'll hang out some new ones in the washroom and fold the rest. Get going so she isn't stuck at the gate for longer."

With that it seemed that you were finally free to actually head out the front door. Honestly it was one woman. How bad could it be?

Those were famous last words. He had finished up the towels and had been setting the kettle on the stove when you had returned with your mother. Simon could see the family resemblance. It wasn't in the body build, your mother was taller and a little slimmer, but you both had the same arch to your eyebrows, the same round cheeks, and the same personality. It only took one look at Simon for it to start.

"What's with the face mask?"

Oh god. Fuck, if the earth could split in two and swallow you it would have been a god send. Yes you could recognize that maybe explaining the situation, you know the whole you were now married thing, before she had decided to come visit you would have for the best. But that would have meant having an entire conversation with your mother about why you had even signed up for the stupid program in the first place, why you didn't think it was going to amount to anything anyways, and why you went through with it. Which honestly you could answer the first two parts of that, you could. It was the last part that kind of left you spinning your wheels, and you didn't really care to explore it on a deeper level.

So here you were, in your front hall/kitchen/living room area with your mother questioning your technically husband, about why he was wearing a face mask that covered half his face. This was fine. Before Simon could respond you were stepping in, really unsure what was going to come out of Simon's mouth.

"Mom this is Simon. He um-He's not feeling a hundred percent and he didn't want to get you sick."

You could lie better than that. You knew you could lie better than that. You knew your mother knew you could lie better than that. Thankfully Simon didn't throw you under the bus and instead went with it, clearing his throat and responding in what you think was him trying for a sick voice.

"Would hate for ya to catch what I got ma'am."

You could tell your mom didn't believe any of it, but she didn't argue with it. Instead she let you show her around the house, humming in approval of how tidy it was. You were happy to note that Simon had chose to hang up the nicer towels in the wash. An hour and a half of anxiety cleaning paid off. It wasn't until you were showing her the bedroom that you mom closed the door behind her, turning to fix you with the stare, arms crossed over her chest and everything.

"Alright cut the bullshit. What is going on here?"

Oh the jig was up. You both knew it, but just like the time when you were ten and you had decided to give yourself a truly terrible haircut, you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong.

"Mom, I don't know what you're-"

"Since when are you Mrs. Riley?"

Fuuuuuck. Busted by the gate guards and they didn't even know it. Clearing your throat you tried so hard not to scratch the back of your neck or fiddle with your hair, or do any of the other tells your mother had watched you develop. It was hard, so was trying to think of another lie to get yourself out of the situation. You would have made a terrible spy.

"So...I kind of got married?"

"What?"

What were you supposed to do when you were faced with the mom stare. It was practically patented to make you spill your guts. And so it all came stumbling out. How your college best friend had told you about this matchmaking program she wanted to try but was too nervous too. How you decided you'd sign up with her for moral support because honestly you didn't expect to be anyone's cup of tea, it'd be something to laugh over later. And then how apparently you were someone's cup. You chalked up agreeing to benefits, and weren't going to touch any other reasons.

By the time you were done you had seated yourself at the end of the bed, hands motioning into the air like it would further explain yourself. It did not if you were to judge by the unimpressed look on your mother's face.

"I swear to god I raised you with more common sense than this."

"Mom-"

"If Dovey were to throw herself off a bridge would you?"

"That's not fair-"

"Isn't it? Why would you sign up for this just because she doesn't have-"

"Don't fucking even Mom."

You didn't mean to curse at your mother, you really didn't but there were things you weren't okay with your mom just simply assuming. Dovey was one of them.

"You've met her parents mom, they are that bad. She's my best friend and she was there when I got diagnosed, so yeah I'm going to be there for her in this stupid idea."

It seemed your mother hadn't expected you to curse or be as passionate as you were. She looked a little shocked, then a little hurt before she sighed, shoulders slumping a little as she came to sit next to you. You lowered yourself back to the bed, unaware that you had even stood up to shout at her.

You both sat there in silence for a moment, as if trying to find the right word to say. Sure the two of you had your spats over the years, but it was always just the two of you, and eventually you always found a way back to center with each other. It was just a stumbling process sometimes. You were both awkward like that.

"I know Dovey is important to you-"

"Mom-"

"But, you're my baby, and you're important to me. And this idea of you marrying a stranger? Honey that's terrifying. Especially since you didn't even tell me you were doing this."

She was right, and you knew she was right. You had tried to talk Dovey out of it before, with a laundry list of ways it could all go wrong. Hell it could still go terribly wrong for you, you had only known Simon for a few months. You felt your eyes burn a little, a wave of sudden guilt washing over you for scaring your mom.

"I know...and I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just...I don't know what I'm doing...And I don't want to bother you with my stuff..."

"Baby. I signed up for a lifetime of being bothered by your stuff the second I knew I was having you."

You loved your mom so much, and a part of you had been terrified that she'd be disappointed in what you had done with your life. That she'd realize she had done the whole single mother thing for a waste.

You couldn't help the sniffle, you really couldn't. Thankfully your mother didn't say anything, instead pulling you into a hug where you could wrap your arms around her and just hold on. The two of you sat like that for a while, both of you ignoring sniffles and some stray tears. It was so nice to be held like this again. Like nothing bad could get you because you were with your mom. After a while though she pulled back, wiping at her face while you did the same with your own.

"He doesn't hurt you or anything right?"

It took you a moment to figure out who she was talking about.

"Simon? No, no he doesn't."

"And he doesn't force you to.."

Explaining your lack of sex life to your mother was probably about as awkward as your mother trying to give you the sex talk when you were twelve but you did manage to get through it. At least your mom seemed to approve of the separate bed.

"And you're sure he's not a serial killer with the whole..."

She motioned to her face, indicating Simon's face mask thing. The idea made you laugh. Not because you didn't think Simon was a serial killer, jury was still out on that one. But because the two of you had pretty much had the same train of thought.

"Pretty sure he's not. At least I don't think so."

"Well call me if you find a body in the freezer."

"We'd need a freezer big enough first."

Your mom made a face at that, and you both chuckled. The house was tiny, but so far it was shaping up to be an okay home. With a soft look on her face she brushed her thumb against your cheek.

"But really, don't hesitate to call me if something happens okay? I love you."

You felt your chest hurt with how much love you felt in that moment, throat getting choked up all over again.

"I love you too Mom."

Simon stood outside the bedroom door, not meaning to eavesdrop but well...the house was only so big. Plus when he heard you shout it had made some part of his brain light up with the urge to check if you were alright. From the sounds of it, you were at least. So for now he'd let you two have your moment.

He could wait to ask what kind of tea your mum wanted.

Edit;

I love my mom so much, so yes writing this did make me cry a little. Also in my head Thimble's mom has been dubbed Mama Pincushion.

[softforallofit]

getting giddy with excitement knowing my crush from work is coming back after being off of work all last week :)

[dreamerinsilico]

"CEO" should be interpreted broadly to mean "the person who gets final say/veto power."

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[navree]

how to take part: go to pinterest, search "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard from the first nine images!

coziness, countryside, couture, all with a dash of frenchness — the amélie moodboard

tagged by my dearest @snckt and tagging whoever wants to!!!! if you see it you're tagged go do it <3

[obstinatecondolement]

Perhaps one of the central tragedies of my life is that I am unlikely to ever read Norman Stanley Fletcher/Lenny Godber fic unless I write it my bleeding self. Other than that no complaints, really.

[kellystar321]

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[bluebellhairpin]

I wanna talk to my friends MORE but I'm so worried I'm annoying.

[tavr0ast]

uh oh , spaghetti-o's !

[paralianprince]

@islandiis continued from here!

[sms]:  OH hold on

[sms]:  wow alright my offer to do all your chores for you mustve been like even weirder than i was worried it would sound, well done me

[sms]:  srry someone gave me your number ages & ages ago.  this is Sea, based just to the southwesterly of the lands of freezing ones ears off

[sms]:  anyway!!  hi !  i figured itd be a bit silly to go all that way without yknow askin first so i sort of got ahead of myself

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 9, day 30

Skirt shaded! I was right, it was super fun to do, and I'm so happy with how it turned out :D

Next is her belt and boots, then her body, and hopefully by the time I'm done with that I'll have figured out something for the spearhead!

[weidli]

while a/b/o fic 99.9999% of the time just does not appeal to me at all and the tag is a sign to skip a particular fic i Will admit that it feels different when i encounter a/b/o fic in the supernatural ao3 tag compared to encountering it anywhere else. yeah you weird little fandom that’s exactly what you’re supposed to be doing

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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