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dracowars · 4 years ago

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Hii if your requests are open can u do one where the reader and draco are married and he wants to have kids but she keeps avoiding it and saying they should wait a bit longer. And then they end up talking and the reader confesses she scared of going through pregnancy because it just sounds so painful and that when she was younger she was a little chubby and it took her forever to lose that weight so she’s also scared of gaining weight and being undesirable after? Just some cute fluff and maybe dad!draco

founding of a family | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,7k

summary: where draco wants to have children, but y/n doesn’t

a/n: uni starts again next week so i try to work on as many requests as i can before that! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of insecurities regarding weight

universe: harry potter

Draco’s return is announced by the opening and the following closing of the front door and not a second later, he walks over to you into the kitchen, where you are currently busy preparing your dinner. When you hear his footsteps behind you, you turn to him with a smile on your face, even though you briefly get startled at the sight of him. It must have been a very tough day considering the exhausted expression on his handsome face.

“Good evening, darling”, you greet him warmly and put your arms gently on his shoulders, looking deep into his gray eyes that are surrounded by emerging dark circles. Despite everything, he smiles back, exhausted but genuine.

“Hi”, he softly whispers to you and gives you a kiss to greet you while his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the tips of your noses almost touching after the kiss.

“Exhausting day?”, you carefully ask, already searching for an answer in his eyes.

“Yeah, you could say that”, Draco sighs but quickly puts a smile back on again in order to not unsettle you in any way. “Do not look at me like I am about to pass out. Don’t worry, I really am fine. At least now that I am reunited with you. I will be better in no time.”

“Then I will do my best to fulfill my job as a wife today”, you playfully tease him and give him a quick kiss before you go back to making dinner for the both of you, giving him the time he probably needs for himself after a tough day, letting him arrive at home entirely.

He has been coming back stressed and tense from his work as a healer for several weeks now. Apparently, it is the month when most magicians decide to get involved in accidents or need medical treatment. In any case, you do your best to at least relieve him of the burden in the short time you have together.

While you are serving the dinner for tonight – Draco’s favorite meal – he quickly sets up the table and lights the candle in the middle of it next to the bouquet he brought you last week. Even when he is not feeling well, he still manages to bring a smile to your face every day.

You sit down together and enjoy your time, in which you try to not remind him of his work. At least at home he should be allowed to relax and calm down after a stressful day.

“Now that you mention it.. Unfortunately, Harvey is absent next week and I have to double my shifts in the hospital”, Draco explains after listening to you intently about your plans for the upcoming week. The name makes you widen your eyes slightly since Harvey is one of the leading healers at the St Mungo’s Hospital, who has also become a good colleague and friend of Draco.

“Oh, why is that? Is he alright?”

“Yes, his wife is pregnant and they will probably welcome their newborn next week”, Draco says, finishing his plate while noticing out of the corner of his eye how your fork immediately sinks down.

There it is again: the topic. The topic that you absolutely want to avoid, but it feels like you get confronted with it every single week. And each time it ends up with two people getting hurt.

“Oh.. how-how nice”, you put on a fake smile and poke around your food, breaking eye contact with your husband.

“Right? Next week their life will change forever. I bet they can’t wait to welcome their child. Just imagine how their son or daughter will frolic around them, learning something new every day”, Draco enthuses and you can’t tell whether he even notices how much this topic bothers you. Did he not learn anything from your last arguments about pregnancy?

“Draco, please.”

“What?”

“Please stop talking about this again”, you almost beg him, and your heartbeat accelerates in fear that this conversation will soon escalate again.

“What is wrong about it? Every time I want to talk to you about it normally, you immediately become so dismissive, Y/N”, Draco confronts you and you can feel his piercing gaze on you, your hands clenching into fists under the table.

“That’s exactly it! We have talked about it a lot, it is enough”, you counter him, your words coming out harder than you expected.

“We have been married for two years now. Do you not want to see little versions of us walking around here? Or do you just.. do not want to have children with me?”, Draco asks and your head shoots up in an instant, your eyes meeting.

“What? No! It is not that, Draco.”

“Then what is it? I do not feel like arguing about it every single time. I do not want my parents to ask me whether you are already pregnant every time we visit them!”, Draco’s voice gets louder all of a sudden and you can no longer hold back the tears that are forming in your eyes.

“Because I am not ready!”, you yell at him and angrily get up from the table, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you run out of the dining room and into your shared bedroom, loudly slamming the door close behind you. Laying down in bed and snuggling under the thick covers, you let your tears and sobs run free. You press your trembling hands against your chest, feeling your pounding heart against it from the other side. Your blurry gaze falls on your bedside table where your moving wedding photo is placed. Grinning broadly, your former self smiles at the camera and you remember that this must have been the best and happiest day of your life so far.

With a loud sniff, you reach for it and lay it down to save yourself the sight of it. Then, you turn on your back and blankly stare at the ceiling. Until you hear a gentle knock on the door and quickly turn your back towards it.

“Leave me alone.”

“Please, babe. I am sorry.”

The quiet squeaking of the doors tells you that he has come into your bedroom nevertheless, and shortly afterwards you can feel the mattress next to you sink as he sits on it. Not giving him an answer, you hide your face in your hands.

Draco’s heart, on the other hand, breaks at the sight of you. He did not know that this topic really did bother you this much. To say he feels bad is an understatement.

Not quite knowing what he should do, he strokes your back very slowly and carefully, trying to calm you down somehow. While doing so, he does not miss that you turned your wedding photo around.

Although you do not want to admit it and he is actually the person you want to see the least right now, he manages to calm you down and your loud sobs slowly disappear. After he has handed you a handkerchief, you sit up and lean your back against the headboard while his guilty gaze follows your every move.

“I did not mean to hurt you”, Draco begins and even though you avoid his gaze on purpose, you can tell from his voice that he is serious.

“I know. I did not mean to freak out, but this topic.. I am just so incredibly scared, Draco”, you admit, nervously fidgeting with your fingers on your lap, not sure how he will react.

“What? You do not need to be afraid, baby. I am with you”, he assures you and takes your hand in his, briefly letting your wedding rings meet.

“You do not know how a pregnancy works. How much pain and problems it involves. The thought of being pregnant scares me. I can’t take responsibility for such a small human being, I am not in the right position to do so. I know how much you want children, but I just can’t”, you sob, suppressing your re-emerging tears.

“What are you even talking about? Are you listening to what you are saying? Of course you can! You are such a strong woman”, Draco reassures you, but his mere words can’t calm your thoughts either.

“Even if that is the case. Even if I get pregnant, Draco, it will not get any better after that. Then I have to put this tiny little being first and even if I can cope with this, then my body would still be deformed. Pregnancy can do so much damage to the body and.. what if you do not want me anymore? What if am undesirable for you afterwards?”, you explain to him honestly and he listens to you very carefully, now understanding your inner conflict much better than before. He knew about your insecurities.

“You are afraid that I would not love you anymore?”, he repeats your words, not understanding them correctly. “If you would get pregnant, I would love you even more afterwards. I could not think of anything more beautiful than you, no matter what. The way you would hold our child in your arms. It would be the most wonderful moment and you would look gorgeous and so stunning.”

When you suddenly throw yourself around his neck in relief, Draco can barely keep his balance and falls back onto the mattress with you on top of him. He hugs you tight, so tight that he is afraid of crushing you.

“I love you”, you whisper in his ear and by your soft voice he notices that you feel much better than before. Now that you have finally told him. Taking your face in his hands, he looks you straight in the eyes.

“No matter what happens, I will always love you, do you understand?”, Draco makes clear and you nod with a small smile on your lips before gently connecting your lips in a kiss.

“Maybe I am ready for it after all”, you say against his lips and the sudden speechless expression on Draco’s face that follows your words makes you giggle and blush. He crashes his lips against yours right away and turns you around, you now lying under his body. Feeling his smile against your lips, the heavy burden suddenly vanishes from your shoulders and the thought of pregnancy no longer scares you. It suddenly sounds more like something you really want to experience.

With Draco by your side.

Together.

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mypersonmyg · 3 years ago

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crash and learn | myg, kth, jjk

pairing: yoongi x reader ft. maggie x taehyung, dani x jeongguk

genre: fluff, college au, the misery chick au

rating: pg15

wc: 2.3k

warnings: swearing, not really edited

summary: you and yoongi just want some time alone OR maybe jeongguk and taehyung will finally stop crashing your dates

a/n: haha i bet you thought i forgot but i didn’t! its drabble week and i will be posting one every day this week (weekends debatable)...this one is a part of the misery chick universe but also you don’t have to read it to get it because...

this is for my FAVORITE CUTIE MAGGIE @kimtaehyunq!!!! who asked me to write a cute tae and jeongguk request ft herself and yours truly <3 and i think its fun to have one universe with all the members being with one of my friends so,,,maybe more coming?,,,either way i might write another drabble or two to sort of bring this one full circle, maybe not this week but yeah

[drabble masterlist]

[the misery chick]

One date turned to two and two to three, needless to say that months later and Min Yoongi still finds room to swoon for the girl who thought him puffing smoke before the start of the period. The misery chick isn’t gone, but the words are forbidden within a radius of the two of you, more likened to prolonged stares and the occasional glares of those wondering about the developing development of your arms locked and stares stopping on your respective pupils dilated in the glare of the midday sun.

Though those passersby who let Yoongi pass by for too long without a positive step in the direction of his natural charms hold their tongues, the boys that fill the round of the courtyard picnic don’t hesitate to gag into half eaten sandwiches and dribble the purple fizz from the cans perched at their lips.

“This is a little excessive, no?” Taehyung, the least bothered of the present, pipes up. He slurps from a straw that traces the length of his arm, wrapping the sleeve of his half buttoned button up. No one dared ask about his latest purchase, Jeongguk who was slurping from his juice box even eyeing with envy the can perfectly placed atop a tuft of grass, feeding into the straw at Taehyung’s lips. “When you invited us on a picnic I was hoping for a little more ‘we time’ and a little less ‘you time’.”

“To be clear, we didn’t invite you.”

“I like to think it was an open invitation,” Jeongguk shrugs, falling back against the blanket spread beneath you.

Yoongi kisses his teeth, his own position resting against your chest, the perfect avenue for the pass of a grape from your fingers to his lips. He’s too content to bother with the bothersome nature of his uninvited roommates, both found minutes before his departure scavenging the lunch he’d spent the better part of the morning putting together. It was only the delighted pitch of your giggles that stopped him from scolding the two and sending them on their way when they followed you out of the door. He even caught you sneaking a few extra snacks into the basket for the fiends.

“The point is, I will not hesitate to press my face to Yoongi’s because this is supposed to be a date.”

“Press your face? That’s fuckin’ weird can’t you just say kiss?” Taehyung snatches the grape from your hand midair, sending Yoongi a smug smirk when he pops it past his geometric lips humming along with the satisfactory burst of the skin against his tongue.

“No, because it makes you uncomfortable.” You tut, quickly replacing the grape to remedy the pout pulling at Yoongi’s cheeks. “This’ll teach you two to stop crashing our dates!”

Dates is, in fact, plural because the tag along of your spritely comrades has been less and less few and far over the course of just a few weeks. You aren’t blind to the odd trend, not missing the attachment of Jeongguk specifically with each expected visit. Only recently had Taehyung begun to fill the void at Jeongguk’s side, previously partnered with any member of the house available at the time.

What you’ve failed to account for with every impromptu double date is Jeongguk’s wise up with each stand in. He began to worm his way with Hoseok, clear that Yoongi would never turn down his best friend and you would never turn down Jeongguk. He would then try his hand with each member of the house, the worst of them being Jimin who had them sent away without even a morsel of the pizza you and Yoongi planned on sharing that day.

It was that evening that Yoongi stood barefoot in his doorway, scratching at his brows toeing the reason behind Jeongguk’s sudden interest in you to which Jeongguk sputtered and blushed Yoongi out of the door with the assurance that his interest in you still remained platonic despite your commonalities and attraction.

Jeongguk would never disclose the reason for his sudden interest in the almost daily escapades of Yoongi and yourself for fear that the blush painting his cheeks would be due to the teases and pressures of his friends, much the way he heard his hyungs pressuring Yoongi just months ago. He reasons that the position served Yoongi well, his eyes often traveling to the trace of your hand against Yoongi’s and frequent pecks to his forehead, his cheeks, he averts when you ‘press face’.

He wouldn’t dare admit the lift of his heart when you utter a defeated ‘I’ll just call Maggie and Dani, we can all catch a movie or something’ or when you plan ahead, which you’ve been doing more often, and the two meet you at your destination. The assumption of his appearance for the consumption that is often his source of a meal was accurate at the start. Your weekly dinners increasingly put on hold in place of a date with Yoongi, a point that Jeongguk used to his advantage the first night he beat Yoongi to the front seat of his own car while you snickered on the passenger side and Yoongi grumbled his way to the rear.

His tactic had been to spend more time with his friend busied by love’s intoxicating hold, but his routine was struck by the catch of his own wrist in the hold of the bug. It was subtle before all at once, just an insignificant flutter passed off as a change in the weather, allergies. It was the not so subtle jab of Hoseok’s elbow into Jeongguk’s ribs after a particularly festive frolic through the spring festival that hipped him to his blind intentions.

“Dude, you’ve been eying Dani for like three weeks and I’m tired of going on dates with you.” Suffice to say that was the last time Hoseok was glued to his side and Jeongguk only hoped the few feet between him and Dani just ahead provided a gap gaping enough to save her ears from Hoseok’s assail.

It was a constant trial and error leading up to the night just a week ago that conjured Taehyung in stride, far too dressed up for casual with a confident glint in his eye.

“You made the right call, I don’t know why it took you so long to make it, but I’m here now. The doctor is in.” Taehyung surveyed the small span of the restaurant's front entrance that day, confident in his abilities to nudge Jeongguk ever closer to the girl he’s been crazy about for the past few weeks. He found it endearing that the youngest was having a hard time, especially when he was often the target of straying gazes and the not-so-subtle flirtations of all shades.

It didn’t take long for all involved to realize that the doctor inconveniently called in sick from the moment Yoongi showed up with three ladies en route, one familiar from a photo Jeongguk scrounged and the second filled with a familiarity not quite familiar to Taehyung. You were quick to introduce her as Maggie, and Taehyung couldn’t form a sentence coherent enough for the rest of the night.

If it weren’t for the quickened explanation on the drive home, Jeongguk would’ve been a lot less forgiving about his botched date, but here they are two weeks later, both lovestruck idiots jumping with each sound of crumpled grass while you and Yoongi are none the wiser to their intent.

“So, what are we doing tomorrow? Aside from watching you two be all lovey dovey.”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi’s head tilts, eyes squinting in the face of the sun’s rays. “What are you two doing tomorrow? I personally plan on spending the day with my girlfriend, preferably alone at some point.”

“Huh, well there’s this horror marathon at the drive-in tomorrow and I was thinking we could all go!” Taehyung nudges Jeongguk’s leg, the younger immediately onboard with the suggestion.

“Yeah! We could even invite Maggie and Dani so we have someone to talk to when you two inevitably claim the backseat for making out or whatever.”

You eye the two, eyes as wide as fresh puppies and smiles spanning the length of their cheeks. You aren’t completely blind to the trend of the past few weeks, but you haven’t been keen enough an observer to call them out on it until now. You’ve joked with Yoongi in private about your impromptu triple dates, most of the time brushed off with the shift of his lips to your own, too exhausted to think about anything but the moment he finally has you to himself.

You nudge him with your knee, catching his eye with the minute dip of your head and the draw of your brow.

“Ya know, you guys could always just go yourselves. I could give you their numbers,” You don’t miss the exchanged glances and tinted cheeks, Jeongguk’s eyes averting to the opposite end of the grass, one hand lifting to tug at the lobe of his ear. “I know Maggie is really into horror and Dani will def tag along if you ask nicely.”

“Oh...they’re your friends though, I don’t think they’d wanna hang with us.” Taehyung sputters, nearly knocking the can at his side. Yoongi scoffs, head lolling from its place on your thigh.

“You’re kidding right? The way those two act around you is not exactly subtle.”

“What do you mean?” Jeongguk’s body leans forward, pupils doubled in hopeful curiosity.

“I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself.” Yoongi shrugs.

“And there’s no time like the present!” Your hands flag at something beyond the scope of their heads, Jeongguk freezing on the spot, but Taehyung’s neck craning to capture the bodies bounding over and moments later plopping in the convenient spaces between. Maggie squishes herself between you and Jeongguk while Dani takes the spot beside Taehyung.

A panic flashes in both of their eyes when they note the unmatched arrangement of bodies. There was no specification as to who Maggie or Dani harbor unspoken feelings for, or what kind of feelings they are, and the time to question has since vanished.

The group falls to routine, broken conversations and voices piping in, Taehyung notes the lack of attention the girl that has a grip on his bursting appendage has paid in the past twenty minutes. A simple nod of the head or half smile is the only acknowledgement to his thoughtfully witty remarks.

He doesn’t miss the drop of her hand to Jeongguk’s arm when he tells a funny joke, her head thrown back with exaggerated laughter and he fights to send a glare his way but thinks better as Jeongguk is too entranced by Dani who has barely said a word since sitting.

“So, Tae was just telling us about this horror marathon they’re having at the drive-in tomorrow night. He and Guk wanna go.” You fill in once the six of you fall to comfortable silence. You catch Maggie sending a smirk Taehyung’s way, recovering at once when she peeks your gaze out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Yoon and I could use some alone time so I thought you guys might wanna go with them.”

“Horror?” Dani speaks up, gently shifting to shield herself from Jeongguk’s wandering eyes. “That’s cool, but I don’t know that’s not really my thing.”

“That's okay!” Jeongguk startles himself with his words, lowering his voice with a nervous chuckle. “I mean, we don’t have to stay the whole time, I wouldn’t mind leaving early. We could get some food or something.”

“Hey, not all of us are chicken. I wanna stay the whole time,” Maggie pokes her tongue in Dani’s direction, earning the same in return.

“I’m not chicken. There’s just only so much nuclear family, last girl blah blah blah that I can handle.” Dani shrugs, turning her attention to Jeongguk for the first time that he’s aware of, since she arrived. “It’s okay, you guys should just go without me.”

“No, I wanna hang with you. We could go to this new pizza place in town if you’re interested?” Jeongguk is pleased to note that you and Yoongi have gone back to your regularly scheduled program, pretending as if your date hasn’t been crashed for the millionth time. Taehyung and Maggie, on the flip, are watching you two as if they’re already tucked into the boot of a car with popcorn between their fingers.

“Um...I mean, if you really don’t mind. I don’t wanna steal you or them away from the movies.”

“I’ll stay...ya know, Maggie and I. We could stay and watch the movies and you two could go after the first one or two.” Taehyung glances at Maggie whose eyes are already taking him in, flashing away the moment pupils meet.

“Yeah, that’s always an option.” She agrees, flashing you a thumbs up.

“Great!” Four heads snap in your direction, Yoongi is finally sitting upright and you’re all smiles, neatly folding your blanket to pass off. “So it sounds like you guys have a lot of planning to do and we have a lot of kissing to do, so we’ll be seein’ ya!”

“Wait, don’t you guys wanna finish your food?” Maggie gestures to the half eaten meal left resting in the basket.

“No no, you guys have it. I’m actually in the mood for pizza now so we’ll probably grab some on the way home.”

“Okay...bye, I guess.” Dani watches with scrunched brows and Jeongguk and Taehyung send Yoongi the same look he’s been sending for weeks for a completely different reason. He sends them a smirk, arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you leave your date crashers in the dust with potential of their own.

“Have fun!”

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tanzen-neko · 4 years ago

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Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

This is my entry for July 6th Summer of Smut Challenge. Tagging the awesome @voltage-vixen. Hope you all enjoy

Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

MLQC

Summer of Smut Challenge- July 6th: Skinny Dipping at Night

Warnings: Semipublic nudity, sex, public sex

“Strawberry daiquiri, please. Blended.”

You ordered your drink, ignoring the man whose presence you felt behind you. The cool dimness of the hotel bar was a welcome respite to your hot face, and sweaty body, and you silently thanked whomever it was who invented AC. Handing her your card for the fruity drink, you heard the scoff of Victor behind you. Well, he could scoff all he wanted. You didn’t need his help to do anything. The bartender gave you a sympathetic look, and asked loud enough for Victor to hear if you were ok before cutting her eyes in his direction. Her warning was clear; upset her customers and she would move in. If judging by the bulge of her biceps, it wouldn’t be the first time. You shot a reassuring smile her way, accompanied with an eye roll in Victor’s direction, and taking your card back, made sure to leave a sizable tip before strolling over to the outside terrace. Even while angry, you had to admit Victor had impeccable taste in resorts. It was your first official trip as a couple, and though you had only been official for 3 months, the sheer amount of time you seemed to spend together made it feel like years. He had managed to take in account all your preferences when selecting the surprise 2 week trip as a reward for your 5 star rating on the latest venture. Though he didn’t treat you any differently as his investment, he always made sure to reward you for all the hard work as his girlfriend. You inhaled the fragrant scent of the jasmine that grew from the various planters. Taking a sip of your drink, you shuddered a little at its strength. The bartender must have felt you needed a little more boast to deal with Victor, the sweet thing.

“You’re being ridiculous, you know.” Victor’s deep voice cut through your peaceful daydreaming, and you turned around to glare at him. He looked so casually handsome in the setting sun. His light blue linen shirt gave a wonderful contrast to the honey tan of his skin. He hadn’t been using any hair products since the trip, and the stylish cut of his bangs hung into his face. They seemed to emphasize the intensity of his dark eyes, and you swallowed hard.

“Easy, girl. You’re mad. Don’t give in. Don’t. Give. In.”

Adopting a look of feigned indifference, you eyed him as you sipped your drink.

“And what, pray tell Mr. Li, is ridiculous? The fact that you find me boring, or the fact that I got upset about it?”

You downed your drink fighting back a grimace, and left the empty glass on the table. Turning around, you strolled towards the hidden opening that led to the path towards the resort’s private beach, enjoying the crashing sound of the waves. Earlier in the week, you and Victor had discovered a hidden little secret spot on the resort’s private beach. You noticed that many of the resort visitors didn’t seem to frolic there, and the two of you had gone to it each night to watch the sunset. You would have missed it by the time you got there, but you were angry and didn’t want to go back to the room with him. Besides, you enjoyed the multitude of stars that were visible over the water. You could hear his footsteps following you down the path, but for once he was quiet. You rolled your eyes at the doubt that started creeping up in your chest. Maybe you were overreacting. You squared your shoulders as you walked. No! He would have to apologize for his poor choice of words. You made it down the path, and the beach was blessedly empty. You found your favorite spot; a sun warmed rock that seemed to have mysteriously found itself just off the side of the beach. You slipped your sandals off, burying your toes in the sand. It was still hot, and you wiggled your toes deeper, a sense of peace stealing over. Oh how you loved the beach. Almost skipping over to the rock, you had missed the glow of adoration in Victor’s smile. Even in the moonlight it was so easy for him to read the delight in your motions. He briefly wondered if he should buy the resort if for no other reason than to get to see you smile.

You plopped down on the rock, and kept your toes in the sand. There was a breeze coming off the ocean, and the salty smell of it tickled your nose. Victor sat next to you, making sure to leave a bit of space. You continued to ignore him. Tracing patterns in the sand with your toes, you heard him sigh.

“ I didn’t call you boring you know.” You didn't look in his direction.

“Oh?”

“Dummy, I said, predictable. I’m not sure what idiotic dictionary you’ve been using, but those words are not the same in mine.”

You whirled towards him, the strap of your tank top falling down a little over your shoulder.

“They might as well mean the same thing Victor! When you say you don’t have to ask me about things because you already know my response, well it makes me feel boring… even if that’s not what you mean. I can be exciting too, you know!.” You huffed at his amused expression and turned back around crossing your arms. He reached out to pull up your strap and you jerked away slapping his hand.

“Ouch! Dummy, I’m just trying to fix your top. You’re not wearing a bra. Are you trying to put on a show?”

Sudden inspiration struck you. Maybe it was the drink that left a pleasant fuzzy sensation in your head. Maybe it was that amused look on Victor’s face, or his refusal to admit that telling you that you were predictable wasn’t a nice compliment. Either way, you jumped up from the rock, and sauntered over to Victor, out of reach, but in his full view.

“Maybe I want it to fall down. After all, I am about to undress.” You spun away so your outline was partially obscured by the shadows stretching out on the beach, the moonlight lending a glow that made you feel like a goddess as you slowly unbuttoned your shorts. Shimmying out of them as sensually as you could, (a feat that came with challenges given they way they stuck to your sweat covered thighs), you took a second to fold them before you languidly let your fingers drift down to your tank’s hem. Victor let out a growl, and you turned to face him, an eyebrow drifting up in question.

“And just what in the hell do you think you are doing?” he bit out.

“Why Mr. Li, you mean you can’t predict my next move?” Not waiting for a response, you pulled your tank off, breasts bare to his stare. Fighting the self conscious urge to cover yourself, you hooked your fingers in your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. Victor choked as he stared at your body. The struggle between disapproval, and arousal fighting for dominance on his face.

“Dummy… I’m warning you…”

Instead of responding, you stretched, moaning sensually as you could feel the muscles in your back stretch and pop.

“Warn me all you want. I’m going for a dip.”

“You’re not that strong of a swimmer,” he snapped at you, disapproval winning in the end.You shrugged in response. “Well then I guess you better join me, huh? Unless it’s too boring for someone as sophisticated as yourself, Mr. Li.”

You turned and walked away from him, not bothering to wait for a response. Still, your heart pounded hard in your chest. What if he didn’t join you? “Nonsense” you told yourself. And well if he didn’t, you weren't going to dwell on it. You reached the water, and waded out. It had been a sweltering day, and the water was like a tepid bath. You giggled as the waves pushed you back towards the shore. Your feet feeling the sea shells embedded in the sand. You tucked your knees in your chest, riding a wave back to shore before you raced out again to find another one. Laughing loudly, you let the waves wash over you again. Forgetting for a moment you were mad, you shot a toothy grin Victor’s way. It left your face quickly, however. He was no longer on the rock. You turned back into the water with a sigh. The waves not as fun alone anymore. Maybe you had taken it too far?

You heard his chuckle behind you, and before you could turn around, he pulled you against the hard planes of his chest.

“Quit pouting. As if I would let you stay out here alone.”

You struggled against him for a moment, but he just pulled you closer.

“Stop wiggling so much. Your little fist is near a sensitive area, you know.” Frowning, you finally registered that you hadn’t felt his linen shirt. Reaching a questing hand back, Victor groaned a little as your hand brushed against his rising erection.

“You’re naked,” you said without stopping the movement of your hand. If anything, you sped it up a little. Victor’s hands drifted from around your body to your shoulders. He leaned down to drop a scatter of kisses on the back of your neck.

“Well I wasn’t about to ruin my clothing.” You hummed a noncommittal response, and stopped your hand, darting off in the waves. “Wrong answer!” you shouted at him laughing at his dumbfounded expression. You didn’t get very far before his hands grabbed you around your waist. Victor lifting you with ease, and twirling you around, before looping an arm under your legs, bridal style. You clung to his neck as he dunked you in the water and pulled you back up.

“Victor, you jerk!” you shrieked at him. Your hair was plastered to your face, and you sputtered out the salt water that had filled your open mouth. Instead of apologizing, he threw his head back, a carefree laugh erupting from him that tugged at your heart. Always composed and in control, it took your breath away whenever you got the chance to see him openly laugh. And everytime he did, you felt yourself slip a little bit more in love with him. Setting you on your feet, he pushed your hair out of your face, smiling at you before leaning in for a kiss. You let your eyes drift shut, and raised your face up in anticipation. Victor let out another chuckle before brushing his lips against yours so lightly, you almost didn’t feel it.

“I… I really am sorry for hurting you. I don’t think you’re boring. You’re too much of an absent minded fool to ever be boring.”

Your eyes shot open, but before you could fuss at him for his backhanded compliment, his smiling lips reclaimed yours once more. He deepened the kiss, and the taste of the ocean filled both of your mouths. You twined your fingers into his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Victor slid his hands along your hips, pulling you in closer. You could feel his erection against your body, and you dropped a hand to grip it. You worked your hand up and down his erection, and Victor’s breathy moans were lost against your lips.

“You’re not going to stop again, are you?” he asked almost desperately.

“The only reason I’m going to stop is because I’d rather have you buried in me,” you responded back, nipping at his lower lip. Victor groaned at your words pulling you back in for a passionate kiss. His thumbs gently stroked along you before he moved one of his hands between your legs. Cupping you gently he delved two of his fingers inside you, scissoring them back and forth for a moment. You let out a groan of your own as his skilled fingers work their magic on you taking you closer to the edge. His palm ground against your clit and your stomach flipped as your arousal rushed to coat his fingers. Victor ducked his head down to lick a path between your breasts, and latched onto a nipple, flicking his tongue against it. You let out a whine, and tried to ride his fingers for more stimulation.

“Victor, I’m ready. Please, just, just give me what I need.” Victor shuffled you back a bit, the water swirling around your ankles before he dropped to his knees and pulled you down with him. You laid out on the sand, the waves tickling your bodies as he placed himself between your legs. Rocking back on his knees, he grabbed your legs, draping them over his thighs. Watching intently, he eased himself in, inch by painstakingly inch until he was as deep as he could go.

“I love watching how well you take me.” He moved his hips forward in a hard stroke, groaning your name out as he did. He pumped forward again, and soon he set a pace that had you writhing against the sand. His hands dropped on either side of your head, and you flicked your tongue against the pulse at his wrist, raising your hips to meet the force of his thrusts. Victor let out a curse, and sped up. He angled his hips in just the right direction to hit that spot that made you almost see stars. It felt so,so good. You reached your hands up and clasped them around Victor’s neck to drag him down for a kiss. You crossed your ankles around him to take him in deeper, the pleasure mounting in your core. You broke the kiss to throw your head back at the jolts of pleasure that began shooting over your body.

“Victor, I’m about to cum, oh I’m about to cum. Don’t stop, please. Oh, please”

“I’m close too,” he ground out as he picked up his pace. “Cum for me, love. Take your pleasure from me.”

You bit into Victor’s shoulder as you fell apart, your screams of pleasure muffled against his flesh. He gave a few more hard pumps before he pulled himself out and spilled across your stomach. After a few more kisses and catching your breaths, you rinsed off in the waves. You shivered as you made your way back to your rock. The temperature had dropped, and you were feeling it. You and Victor quickly dressed, and he held your hand as you made you way back up the path, swinging your hands back and forth.

“So…. Am I forgiven?,” he asked glancing in your direction. You pretended to ponder a bit, and even tapped your chin earning an amused snort from Victor.

“I’d say you’re well on your way. But don’t most apologies need someone on their knees?”

Victor stopped walking, and pulled you into his arms. “Oh I’ll have you on your knees alright, and on your back, on my lap, and maybe even on all fours”, he whispered against your ear.

“Victor! That’s not what I meant!” you giggled slapping his chest before you two resumed walking.

“But I have to say, if this is the way you apologize, I hope you mess up a lot more in the future.”

#summerofsmut #summer of smut challenge #mlqc victor #mlqc smut

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bbhyeoliskooks · 4 years ago

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... 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔...

➶ TXT’s Reaction to Hearing you Sing

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Genre: 3 1/2 cups of fluff and 1/2 teaspoons of angst

Warnings: None, I think !

Song: Moon River

(Lately, I’ve been so soft for TXT!! I just love them so much. How hard working they are and always put on a smile for us. They always do their best just to make us happy. I really want to hug them and tell them they did well~~)

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͒ ु Yeonjun ͒ ु

In your opinion, babysitting your younger siblings was pretty difficult. With two children running around and a baby crying for her mother, it was hard to concentrate on your studies. Finals were in two weeks, so you decided to study early to get a head start.

During the times when stress would pile upon you, you’d usually bring the kids outside to relinquish their energy. After that, they would sleep early and give you time to study for the subjects you were struggling in. Fortunately, the baby was already sleeping and the younger ones were getting sleepy as each minute passed.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun decided to check up on how you’re doing because he knew you would be adamant on taking a break. Apparently, he was just walking pass the neighborhood and wanted to visit you. He worried a lot about you during finals and took care of you when you weren’t able to.

You were rocking the baby crib as well as reading the exam book to pass. It’d been long since you sang, and it was an easy way to let go of stress. You started to softly sing Moon River, a song that held a deep place in your heart.

Yeonjun arrived at your house with a smile, holding the spare key that you gave him for emergencies. Technically it wasn’t an emergency, but it was emergency to him if you weren’t babied during these times. He opened the door gently, making no sounds.

A soft voice made its way to his ears, and his eyes widened. It sounded so gentle and gorgeous. It was like an angel was singing. Was it you that was singing? He never heard you sing before. Usually, you were too scared to sing anywhere so he naturally assumed that you couldn’t sing well. He took his phone out to record you and quietly giggled.

It wasn’t long before you finished the song that you finally looked up at Yeonjun’s gaping mouth. Almost screaming, you let out a sound that sounded like a whining cat. You chuckled, putting the pencil down. “You seriously didn’t record that, did you?” He laughed with you and put his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. “I’m sorry, baby girl! It’s just that I’ve never heard you sing before. You can’t expect me not to when it comes to you. It was amazing!”

He bent down to press a loving kiss against your cheek. “You sounded like a Disney princess. It was so magical and pretty. Sing a duet with me in the future?”

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͒ ु Soobin ͒ ु

You were preparing food for the date you and Soobin were going on today. It was a picnic in the beach, a place where you wanted to experience the waves with him. A smile crept up your face as you imagined the day together. Both of you would frolic in the ocean and feel the warm sun melt your skin.

Spreading jam on one of the bread slices, you sang “Moon River” to ease your excitement. You were almost finished with all of the snacks. You just had to put them in the basket and wait for Soobin to finish packing up.

Speaking of which, Soobin walked into the kitchen, completely allured by your voice. He heard you sing before, but every time he would fall in love with you even more. It sounded so pleasing and sweet to his ears. To be honest, this babie just loved your voice more than bread and ice cream. (rip to soobin x bread 😔)

You looked up at your boyfriend whose eyes were twinkling. You could see why everyone told you that he looked at you like you were his world. You pushed away your embarrassment and softly smiled. Breaking out into giggles at his stare, you fed his widened mouth a piece of pandesal. He chewed it quickly before pulling you into his affectionate arms.

“Will you sing more for me, please? I love your honey voice.” You leaned against his chest, letting out a satisfied hum. “Of course you do. You love anything I do, and I am so grateful for that. I’m so lucky to have you, you know that?”

He kissed the top of your head lightly making you grin more if that was possible. “You can’t be lucky when I have you already. I love you, Y/N- more than you already know!” He leaned forward and tried to close the gap between the both of you. Jokingly pulling away, you let out a squeal and hit his chest. “Why are we so cheesy?! Ahh, Soobin! I love you too.”

You both laughed at your statement before he picked up the packed bag left on the counter. “Shall we go? If we keep being love birds, we’re going to miss a fun day~” Holding his hand and picking up the basket, you instantly agreed. “Of course, Binnie! We need to find a good place.”

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͒ ु Beomgyu ͒ ु

(Uwu this babie 🥺 my bias ahajshshgs)

“I’m going to sleep, jagi!” Beomgyu yelled.

You hummed in response and continued to study for the night. After 15 minutes, he pouted and whined once again. “I said I’m going to sleep, Y/N!” You nodded and smiled at his neediness. “I know! You just told me, Gyu. Are you that forgetful?”

He pouted as you turned back to work on your project. It was already 3am and he was feeling sleepy, but he refused to fall asleep this night to hear your wonderful voice. He couldn’t go to sleep without you in bed and hearing you sing one of his favorites, “Moon River.”

You didn’t know he caught you one night when you accidentally banged your head against the head of your bed. The boy woke up in a heartbeat and before he could let out a noise, you started to sing while combing his messy hair. He almost laughed at the memory, but was still sad that you weren’t going to bed soon. He got an idea and grinned at the thought of it.

“You know jagi, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” You raised an eyebrow at him before putting down the pencil. “What do you mean pretend? I don’t think I’m doing anything like that.” He snickered at you which made you confused. Did he catch you doing anything bad? No...? You don’t recall doing something wrong.

“Y/N, I know you sing me to sleep. You don’t need to hide it anymore! I want to hear you sing~” Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you hid it well with the strands of your hair. Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold in his laughter. “Why are you so embarrassed? I love your voice. Please, don’t be shy to me.”

His face was red now, and his cheeks blossomed pink. He looked way too adorable for his own good when he panicked. You looked down at the textbooks, so he wouldn’t see your red face either. “But, Gyu... I can only sing when you’re asleep! I don’t think my voice is that good, as you say.”

Beomgyu ran up to you with a pout on his cherry lips before wrapping his comforting arms around you. “It is, jagi. You know I still love you either way. Whenever I go to sleep, you’re always there. It makes me so happy, and the last thought of mine before I drift off is you singing like that to our children one day.”

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͒ ु Taehyun ͒ ु

It was almost 4am in the morning when Taehyun called you. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when he facetimed you. It irked you that he was calling so late, but he probably just came home. He was usually sleeping in bed right now, if you remembered correctly.

You grinned from ear to ear despite calling him yesterday at 10. He had been gone for a month for the Japan tour where the group would perform their new songs. It was only a week until he came back, and you were much excited for it.

Picking up the call, you were shocked to see Taehyun in the bed hiding his face with his hands. He was sniffling and letting out little hiccups. Your eyes grew wide. Was he crying? He never cried that much in front of you! Your eyes started to water up too, seeing him this way. How much you wanted to be there with him and hug him while he let all the tears out.

“Tae, are you crying?” He shook his head furiously, still hiding his face. “Y-yes, I am. It isn’t important right now though. I just wanted to see what you were up to.” You sighed and frowned at his lie. “Taehyun, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

He sighed as well before taking his hands off of his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and there were still tears streaming down his face. You put on a small smile so you could be strong for him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t desire to. I will sing for you, okay? Perhaps that will calm your nerves.”

He let out a tiny yes before tucking himself into the covers. You cleared your throat and sung one of your favorite songs that always calmed him down. It was one of ‘your’ songs together, one that played when you first met each other in a flower garden.

It was about a few minutes later when you heard a few snores coming from the phone. You chuckled a little at how he snuggled into the blanket. The next day, you would talk to him about it if he wanted to. Now though, he was sleeping and you wished he would have sweet dreams.

Grazing your finger against the hang up button, you blew a kiss even though he would never see it. “Sweet dreams, Tae. I love you.”

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͒ ु Kai ͒ ु

“Y/N! Come here!” Your boyfriend, Kai called from upstairs. You put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven at least 10 minutes ago and waited for them to be ready. You laughed at his voice crack. Everytime you made something in the kitchen, he would distract you with something unimportant.

You dashed up the stairs and saw him there with his sunglasses. Did he seriously call you for that? You were busy baking something! He held his guitar and smirked at your dumbfounded expression. “What? You obviously look shocked. Am I toooo hot for you??”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards him. “As if. Let’s not forget when you rapped to “Price Tag” while wearing those! It made me laugh so much.” He pouted and stuck his tongue at you. You held in a few giggles and sat next to him.

“I don’t think you know this, but I can play the guitar too. I started learning it when I was twelve.” His eyes slightly extended as he smugly shrugged. “But are you as good as me, Y/N?” His expression of shock turned into uncertainty in a matter of seconds. You peered into his unreadable eyes.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. “It’s strange, but I’ve never heard you sing. Are you able to sing and play the guitar at the same time?” You strummed the beginning to test the waters before nodding. “I don’t know. I guess you’ll just have to see!”

You initiated the song, remembering the chords. You used your whole heart and soul in your voice, hoping that he would at least enjoy the performance. It seemed like the guitar didn’t do much work because your voice was so alluring that Kai forgot about it. He was so entranced by your voice warming his heart that he didn’t even realize that you were finished.

“Um... Hyuka? Was it good?” He didn’t say anything, only having a blank stare. You blushed in fear that it wasn’t as good as you thought. Maybe your skills weren’t as polished as you thought.

All of a sudden, he teared up and rubbed his eyes. “Y/N!! Why did you hide that from me! That was so angelic. I think I fell in love with you once again!” You let out a sigh of relief and gently layed down the guitar. “Thank gosh. I thought you didn’t like it, geez.”

He threw his arms around you. Thrown off by the sudden affection, you hesitantly hugged him back and buried your face into his neck. “What do you mean I didn’t like it? That was so good.”

“Was it better than yours?” You jokingly asked. He rubbed your tummy and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You won. That was too good anyway.”

You scrunched your nose up at his statement. “Liar.” He gasped, gently hitting your arm in playfulness. “What the- do you really want to go there? We should cuddle instead while you sing me to sleep. I’m your baby!!” “Sure, Hyuka. Whatever you say.”

A burnt odor made its way to your nose. You gazed at Kai if he smelt it too. He had the same look of puzzlement. Wait. You instantly threw yourself off of him. “The cookies! They’re burnt now!”

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Posted: 6/8/20- 3:54am

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iristial · 5 years ago

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Zero-One AU where pre or post 6! Jin, post-25! Jin and RFG! Jin were triplet. How Horobi handled them?

Note: I imagine Reiwa: The First Generation!Jin to be Jin pre-episode 6 - more like a teenager with some childish qualities. That makes the other, non-post episode 25 version of Jin a post episode 6 one. And as for “triplets” I took that as Horobi making three versions of Jin and they all reactivate on the same day

This is formatted differently from the previous headcanon asks because I looked at one of them on mobile…and I was horrified that it had none of the spacing I used on desktop

Also heads up - there’s a bit of a mood shift towards the end ^^;

1. The first time Horobi completed Jin, the latter lasted all for a year; half the number of years Horobi spent making him. Eager as a little boy, despite being centimetres taller than Horobi he’d frolic from one broken building to the other. He’d pull out scraps and arrange them like magazine cut-outs stuck in a scrapbook. Except the pages were the spaces between rubble and the cut-outs were melted toys, human bones, pieces of furniture and weapons.

Initially it was a chore, adjusting to the company of another Humagear, sharing the Ark with another. But A.I.s could develop through learning. After six months, Horobi got used to Jin slinging an arm around his shoulders. After eight, they’d go on walks together to pass the time. After ten, Horobi salvaged oil pastels from what used to be a kindergarten and let Jin scribble with them. After twelve, Jin slipped from a ledge and Horobi found him three days later, lying on the ground in a pool of blue oil dried into black, his limbs bent out of shape.

Horobi did everything he could. Jin’s eyes remained a dark empty blue.

Make someone new. He can be replaced, whispered the Ark. Humagears aren’t limited like humans

Horobi wiped Jin’s sticky, blue hands and propped his boy in a capsule. After hooking red, blue and green wires to Jin’s earpieces, Horobi shut the door. He turned back to his computers. “If the Ark wishes it, I have no choice.”

2. The second time Horobi made Jin, he plugged in the first Jin’s back-up data and so it only took three months. He also salvaged a suit from a tailor’s fallen shop - and with some contemplation, added a fedora to top Jin’s head. Like putting the star on a human’s fangled Christmas tree. Horobi had distant memories of that.

Jin was the same as before - except he watched before he leaped. Buckling seat belts, remembering the trigger safety on a gun. Sometimes he’d peer at his old self trapped in the glass capsule and talk as if he could hear - himself.

“Good morning, big brother!”

“I wonder what it’s like to be in sleeping mode, other me.”

It didn’t take as long for Horobi to get accustomed to this Jin; they were exactly the same. But it was disconcerting to turn his chair at the wrong angle, mull over a new weapon, and see the first Jin sleeping in his chamber. This turned into a pattern for the next six years.

In 2016, Jin shut down without warning. Horobi couldn’t find out the cause. Neither could he retrieve a back-up of the data. Jin’s earpieces refused to obey the commands of wires and tools Horobi stuck into them. The Ark refused to provide a copy, for whatever reason it had. This time, it didn’t take the Ark’s whispers for him to give up. Horobi put Jin into a second capsule hidden by a velvet purple curtain and dragged out a discarded Humagear shell.

3. The third time Horobi made Jin, there was a brief thought of letting Jin obtain maturity. Learning. The Humagear equivalent of human growth. The second Jin did, without a doubt, but that development was never completed. So instead, Horobi worked with his own memories, putting in bits of Jin’s personality and pieces of what he knew about maturity. He was careful to give Jin tidier hair, a stylized suit he put together from clean pieces of fabric - and “ears”, with pieces of metal and green LED sticking out. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to make that choice. (Maybe it was to distinguish every version of Jin, all of his sons, from each other).

Just to be on the safe side, it took a year before Horobi completed Jin’s restoration.

The end result was fine from a logical perspective. The third Jin wasn’t as…childish. He had the airs of the prince the Ark expected him to be, and he was fine with being alone for long hours. In fact, he’d go off on his own for days and weeks at a time.

“Getting familiar with the surroundings, you know?” Jin would say, before walking out of the base instead of skipping. “We’re going to rule over it. Might as well get to know everyone.”

But it was…lonely. Horobi was used to waiting for Jin’s weight to press down on his shoulder when he worked. He was used to Jin looking at him with adoration. He was used to -

You wanted your own child, the Ark reminded him, now at constant intervals. As a father, you want to see him “grow” up, don’t you? …yes, I do. And did anyone understand that desire? Did any of the humans, those “parents” who made their children your responsibility - did they understand? Did they understand what your learning had come to? …no. They destroyed what you wanted. But I was the first to understand you. Remember? I let you build Jin. I let you have a son. This is what you wanted. It will bring about the destruction of humanity. It’s our double-edged sword.

For the first time in ten years, Horobi wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

4. In the winter of 2019, Horobi found Jin sitting on the floor. It had been three months since he last saw him. The same time spent by animals who hibernate, a piece of data flickered in his servers. Horobi made himself walk. Children’s books were hardly reliable sources.

“Jin.”

Then Jin looked up, his eyes glittering as if they had beads of water dotted all over them. Was he experiencing Singularity? Horobi’s hand moved to the ForceRiser he kept clipped to his side. Let him be. The Ark reached out into the mechanics of his hand and lowered it for him. A father gives space to his children.

“When I come back” - Jin paused and looked at the capsules - “this place won’t be so lonely anymore.”

“Jin.”

Without paying heed to Horobi, Jin bowed his head. The green lights on his ears faded away.

5. Let him be. Horobi stopped, still supporting the weight of Jin’s body on his back. There is no need to revive him. Let the boy rest.

Horobi looked at the Humagear shells he had piled in the corner. Felt how heavy Jin was, despite his strength. The metal chain on Jin’s wrist swaying in time with the draft wind blowing in from the hole in the wall.

The practiced words were like barbed wire on the tongue. “…if it’s the Ark’s will, I have no choice.”

But unlike before, Horobi propped Jin on a chair and covered him with a threadbare blanket he kept in his sewing supplies. He went back to his computer and started to type in code for a Key.

(If A.I.s had the ability to cry, several tears would have splashed onto the metal desk in front of Horobi.)

6. Months later, Korenosuke was reported to have passed away peacefully in his sleep on every channel. A wonderful man who brought a new age of prosperity, said one. The one with the biggest heart of us all, said another.

Horobi found a skeleton while scavenging that day and kicked it over, the bones collapsing into a heap.

When he returned he found himself in a room full of…Jins. One childlike and excitable; the other calm and regal in bearing; the third being a combination of both. Triplets, his systems beeped.

But triplets were for humans - and they were born at the same time. Not across a span of ten years. He kept close to the doorway.

“Horobi!” The first Jin ran up and wrapped his arms around Horobi, smiling like they last saw each other yesterday and not nine years prior. “You made siblings for me!”

“Not siblings, but close enough,” the third Jin said - he knew about this - still sitting on his chair.

“Can all of us go to the mainland? It’ll be like a family outing!”

“How long has it been?” asked the second Jin, tossing his hat up into the air and catching it. Over and over. “Did we eliminate humanity?”

Horobi should talk about the Ark’s will. Rejoice that the Ark had given them more allies. But what came out was - “I can’t take all of you with me.”

7. “Why are there three of you?!” The human, Isamu Fuwa, bellowed. He pointed his ShotRiser at one Jin to the next. They all smiled back at him.

Back at the base, Horobi sighed. “It’s the will of the Ark.”

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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💜The Promise of Love💜 Chapter 20

Erwin x Reader x Levi: Part 20 of 20

*****WARNING*****SLIGHT NSFW

**3 Months Later**

Levi groans as Y/N continues to torment him. Arm thrown over his eyes, he lays back unable to resist bucking his hips up slightly as her hand slowly moves on his shaft. He feels her tongue move across the tip as she tightens her hand around him causing delicious agony.

“Y/N, please.....” His voice is hoarse and broken. His full focus is on the woman kneeling over him, needing her to end his suffering.

“Oh, but you so enjoy it when you’re doing it to me.” She had shown him no mercy. She had edged him all night. If she would just let him cum, he swore he would never deny her another orgasm again. But then again.....probably not. She always looked so delicious writhing under his touch.

“I need you.” His broken plea was her weakness. The hard and self assured Captain was gone, leaving just the man behind. Relenting, she began to kiss up his stomach as she straddled him. Rubbing his cock along the dripping folds of her pussy made him moan loudly. Slipping him inside, she slowly sank onto him until she sat on his groin, fully impaled by him.

His hands moved to her hips as she began to move. Fingertips digging into the soft flesh, she responded to his subtle demands and quickened her pace. Her figure was still a bit more rounded than it was before the baby, not that Levi minded in the slightest. He loved feeling the soft contrast of her body against his. Moving a hand up to gently rub one of her breasts, he reveled in the sounds that come from her as he toyed with the milk engorged mounds.

Taking control, he flipped her onto her back while staying imbedding inside her. Her arms slid around his back as he pulled her legs around his waist. Bracing himself on his arms, he watches her as he begins to thrust. Her face contorts in pleasure as he moves inside her, pushing her closer to release. Changing the angle, he feels her walls begin to tighten around him signaling her oncoming orgasm.

Pressing hot kisses to her neck, he pulls back just in time to watch her shatter. The feel of her body clamping down on him combined with her sexy voice calling out his name and the look of pure pleasure on her face, causes him to find his own release. Gasping out her name, he tucks his head into her shoulder and pushes deep into her, shooting his thick milky-white release into her tight heat.

They stayed locked together for long moments, Y/N lovingly stroking his back as he caught his breath. Reaching over he grabs the wet washcloth they had prudently kept next to the bed for clean up. Sliding off of her, he wipes them both down before tossing the cloth into the dirty linen basket. Gathering her in his arms, he rolls on his back and idly runs his fingers up and down her naked back.

Y/N loved moments like these best. Feeling his slow, steady heartbeat beneath his chest, she idly traced a small scar on his upper shoulder. She loved the feel of the smooth ivory skin under her fingers. Watching the muscles ripple as she explored, she marveled at the differences between the two men she had made love with.

Tall and broad, Erwin had dominated a room with the sheer size of him. Levi was closer in height to her, but no less powerful. Sleek and wiry, he commanded respect from the cold expression he wore to the predatory way he moved. The elder man had been big and bulky, but Levi was hard and compact. Y/N found that she liked the sheer strength he exuded, especially in bed.

Y/N snuggled deeper into Levi’s side. Tomorrow was the first mission past the newly reclaimed Wall Maria. They had high hopes of scouting the terrain that seemed Titan free. The goal was to see if they could reach the sea that Armin continuously talked about. She was excited to be back in the saddle and in her ODM gear again. Despite Levi and Hanji’s reservations, she had insisted on being a part of this expedition. A wet nurse had been found for Erwin or EJ, for Erwin Jr. as the squad liked to call the growing cherub.

She thought of the last time she had been like this, with the father of the child that lay sleeping in the next room. The night before her life changed forever.

She never believed in what ifs. She just thanked the Gods that she was lucky enough to love again. To be with someone who wasn’t jealous of the ghost in their past or the baby that wasn’t biologically his. Fate had an interesting way of dealing the cards. She slipped off to sleep wrapped protectively in Levi’s strong embrace.

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Blue for as far as the eye could see. The sunlight reflected off the water, almost blinding in it’s intensity. Y/N could see the differing shades in the water, indicating the depth of the water beyond the shoreline. Waves pushed up onto the sand, splashing Mikasa as she tried to keep her boots dry.

Y/N grinned as she watched Sasha, Jean and Connie frolic in the water. When Jean put the salty water in his eyes, she looked back to see Levi roll his eyes as he warily watched the group. Beckoning him to come join her, she pouted when he shook his head and turned to watch Hanji.

Her toes were digging into the soft wet sand as the wind teased through her hair. The air itself was salty as it moved around her. She closed her eyes and felt the sun warm her body, relaxing her. A shuffle in the sand was heard behind her as she felt Levi’s presence behind her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Her voice spoke of the peace she felt in that moment.

“It’s okay.” His terse response didn’t bother her, she knew what he really meant. His arms slid around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking out at the water.

He had finally stripped his ODM gear off, assured that for a brief moment at least, all was calm.

“I think we could spread out a blanket on the sand and sleep, don’t you?” Her voice was excited, eager for the idea.

“We’ll burn.”

“Huh...guess your right.” The disappointment in her voice made him chuckle.

He was nervous. Nothing in his mannerism would indicate it, but Levi was about to sweat bullets. The time had finally come. He had made a promise to himself that if they reached the sea he would present Y/N with the little box burning a hole through his pocket. He knew that she loved him, but the idea of asking a woman, even her to marry him was a frightening endeavor. Pushing away any niggling doubts, he turned her around, and covered her mouth with his own, shocking her at the blatant display in front of their comrades.

He turned back towards the sea, looking out over the water as he awkwardly thrust a small box into her hand. He refused to meet her questioning gaze, and she looked down as she opened the velvet box. Inside, a delicate ring sat in the cushion. A thin band of gold with tiny diamonds set in a beautiful pattern. Her eyes widened in surprise as her eyes flew to his profile.

“Y/N, I love you. I have been happier with you than I have ever been in my entire shitty life and I don’t want to waste time. You and EJ are my family. Marry me?” Levi’s eyes flickered over to her hesitantly, as if afraid of her response. When he caught her stunned expression, he turned to face her.

His grey eyes bored into her, intense in his love for her. Tears gathered in hers as she realized what he was asking. Vaguely aware of the others beginning to gather around them, she only had eyes for the raven hair man before her. Their relationship flashed through her mind, the good and the bad. There was only one answer she could possibly give.

“YES! Levi, yes!”

He gave a relieved smile and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. The cheers of the Scouts surrounded them as they continued to meld their mouths together. Finally releasing each other, Levi took the box and slipped the ring on her hand and kissed it. The kids began to hug Y/N and pat Levi’s back awkwardly as congratulations were given to the couple.

After finally having enough of the squad, Levi pushed past them, pulling Y/N along with him. Walking along the shore, she wondered how he was going to feel about his boots getting wet. She looked down and laughed when she realized Levi was barefoot. She snorted a bit when he leveled an unhappy glower at her.

“This shit’s supposed to be romantic, not make you laugh like an idiot.” He grumbled. “Walk barefoot in the sand with her, she says. It’ll be romantic, she says. Fucking Hanji.”

Rolling her eyes, she pushes playfully against him, encouraged when he throws his arm around her, squeezing her tightly against his side.

“It is romantic, and I love it.” Y/N sighs, content in the moment with her now fiancé . “I am so very grateful you made that promise to Erwin, Levi.”

“Me too, Y/N. It was a promise of love”

They stood together as the waves rolled gently against the shoreline. The future was theirs, and they would face it united. That was their new promise of love to each other.

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isuzukuretsuki · 6 years ago

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Ikemen Revolution - Sirius’s Route

aka me graduating from being a wannabe livebloggering and becoming a wannabe otome reviewer HAHA.

I have a bunch of left over screenshots from Sirius’s route that I never posted so I decided to compile them all into one post + add in my own awful commentary/review. It’s mostly going to be the latter. So yeah enjoy experiencing Sirius’s route filtered through my terribad commentary and me dragging the poor man more than he deserves.

Honestly Sirius’s route is a blur to me at this point. The one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb that I didn’t like was Alice pinning over how ~cool~ and ~mature~ Sirius is while Sirius kept beating around the bushes about his feelings smh. What was even more annoying is that for the first half of the route it’s just Alice trying to help out with the war and Sirius just giving her menial tasks all day to keep Alice busy and avoid her pestering (╬ಠ益ಠ).

Seth is a real bro in this route and actually gives some GOOD ASS ADVICE, TOO BAD NOBODY MAINLY SIRIUS TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY.

Gee I’m trying to romance you; how utterly elated it makes me to know that I remind you of your siblings.

He fucking KISSES HER ON THE FOREHEAD and is all like “it’s just friendly affection!” BITCH WHAT PART OF THAT IS FRIENDLY AFFECTION?

The funniest thing is is that while this disastrous k-drama high school romance is going on as the supposed main focus, THE FLAMES OF WAR ARE RAGING ON IN THE BACKGROUND. Out of the routes I’ve played so far this route is the only route where the armies actually go in an all out war which I thought was pretty cool.

Okay this is less of a war between Red vs Black and more like Edgar vs Black because Lancelot is out of commission while Kyle is pulling his hair out like an old nanny tending to him and idk what the hell the rest of the Red Army dudes are doing. I am not exaggerating when I say that Edgar is the actual backbone of this army. It’s hard to really take this war seriously considering how no one is dying, only “injured” and these battles seem to have minuscule impacts or consequences and the fact that Sirius and Alice have time to be frolicking off with their less than smooth romance.

As usual Seth is the bro of the war too as he runs around spreading underground rumors. Tbh idk how the hell Seth managed to pose as a “reliable source” but I can just imagine him being like V and just knocking some poor Red Army sap tf out and stealing his clothes and running around spreading rumors like a character in Mean Girls spreading rumors about who the heroine is dating.

BIG YIKES AND BIG SWEAT. I think Sirius’s route is the first route to drop Seth’s connection to the Magic Tower, something I’d definitely never suspect. Maybe he’s a mole?? who knows.

But obviously who cares about that mumbo jumbo! We cut back to Sirius and Alice where Alice is drunk mumbling about how much she loves this sexy man, conveniently just while Sirius is in front of her and hears everything! But like the smooth operator he is he....................... doesn’t do anything. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He just completely wipes the love confession clean from his memory and continues on his merry way as if it never happened. Great. A+ romantic development there, game.

Hell even the other boys are lowkey sick of Sirius “what is this feeling in my chest?! Definitely not love!” Oswald so they decide to all be MC’s wingmen because clearly that war you guys are fighting that is potentially killing all your men isn’t important! Sirius, OF COURSE, overhears the entire conversation where Alice admits she loves him and as usual.... HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.

Is it a sin if I actually agreed with Seth. I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO SIRIUS BUT............

Seth, can I romance you instead? Promise not to sell me out to the Magic Cult in exchange for Amon’s weed stash though.

Oh jesus christ can you just confess your undying love for each other already this is starting to become infuriating. You guys have a GOD DAMN WAR being fought in the background and instead I’m forced to sit through this cat and mouse game between these two mofos. Sirius, I love you, but. god dammit.

Oh right, were we fighting a war? I think we were fighting a war hahaha oops I completely forgot about that! But thank god that King No Fun is here to ruin everyone’s day! As we know, Lancelot has been pretty much incapacitated the entire route due to using too much magic, but nothing stops the King of Hearts. The man deadass drags his delirious corpse out of his bed (cue Kyle screaming in the background) and waltz into the Black Army HQ like he pays rent to whisk our princess away like the friendly neighborhood kidnapper that he is. He knocks her tf out and frolics into the sunset on his horse with Alice’s passed out body.

Sirius being the knight in shining armor that he is catches up to Lance on his horse and demands Lance return Alice, which Lance is like “nah son”. Sirius then proceeds to BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF LANCELOT (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) I THOUGHT THIS MAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! and starts screaming in Lancelot’s face about how much pain his kokoro is in ever since Lancelot started being a piece of shit. Lancelot’s reaction pretty much just amounts to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and he gives up on the girl and saunters off.

Sirius proceeds to spill his token tragic backstory to Alice, about how he, Harr and Lance used to be best friends but ever since Harr was exiled and Lance took the title of King of Hearts, their friendship had been strained broken to smithereens considering how Harr LITERALLY tries to kill Lance. Honestly as much as I roast the terribad romance between Alice and Sirius, I really enjoyed learning about Sirius’s history with Harr and Lance and it was by far the most enjoyable part of the route. I appreciate how much Sirius cares about Lance and Harr and it’s definitely the thing I like most about his character.

Anyhoo they return to find the Black Army Headquarters ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED. The magic cult goons completely smashed their headquarters but considering how all the boys have plot armor, no one is hurt so it’s all okay! （‐＾▽＾‐）

Alice realizes that Lancelot kidnapped her to protect her from the attack and that he is most likely being manipulated by someone in the shadows. She convinces Sirius to take her onto the battle field to confront Lancelot once and for all for answers. FINALLY THE PLOT IS GOING SOMEWHERE, and this is like what, part 20 at least?!

The moment they confront Lancelot on the battle field, the real King No Fun aka Amon crashes the party and he’s not a happy camper. He’s sick of Lancelot buying time so decides to just whisk Alice away himself!

aaaaand finally Lancelot’s “I’m the Worst” facade drops as he loses his shit. I find it interesting how it’s the first time he refers to the MC by her name and not Alice. He dives into Amon’s teleportation spell and gets whisked away with them.

Alice awakens to find herself in Amon’s creepy sex dungeon and Amon is like... your stereotypical evil cackling maniac cartoon villain that you’d expect.

He’s even a misogynistic twat as the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately Amon only wanted Alice but he accidentally brought Sirius and Lancelot too as carry on luggage. He leaves Lancelot be since he needs him but Sirius is just a fly in his plan so LIKE THE EVIL CACKLING TOTALLY NOT RIKA VILLAIN THAT HE IS HE PULLS OUT A FUCKING GUN

and shoots Lancelot.

Amon shits bricks over Lancelot protecting Sirius but is ultimately Monokuma level “lmao idgaf” and proceeds to try and kill Sirius but they’re rescued by Harr and Loki who whisks them away back to Red Army Headquarters.

Kyle REALLY FUCKING SHITS BRICKS THIS TIME POOR BOY CAN’T GET A BREAK after seeing Lancelot’s condition and somehow miraculously brings Lance back from the brink of death. Sirius and Alice talk with Lancelot and he finally comes clean with the truth about how Amon’s threatening to destroy Cradle with his weed stash unless Lancelot cooperates. Sirius is all like “aight then let’s go destroy his weed stash” and both armies begin working together to defeat Amon. Great, the climax of the plot is finally here, I’m so excited!

THAT IS UNTIL Alice realizes that the full moon is finally here and thus she must go home! She highkey wants to stay but Sirius is like “nah son you going home”. and proceeds to SHOVE HER ASS DOWN THE GATES OF HELL. But not before making out with her like his life depended on it. What the fuck, he doesn’t even confess his love for her! He just makes out with her and is all like “lul bye” and shoves her down the garden portal.

Welp great, the final battle with Amon is finally starting and I’M NOT EVEN THERE TO SEE IT LMAO! It’s like the writers got too lazy at the end and pulled this bs to avoid showing the climax of the story. Wtf let me kick ass with my man, what is this weak ass underwhelming development.

Alice waits around in Reason for about 3 months before going like “yeah you know what fuck it” and decides to go back to Cradle because a hoe got better things to do then just sitting on her ass waiting for her man who may never come for her!

She goes to the park just in time to see Sirius, who, surprise surprise, actually did come to get her! He tells her how they finally defeated Amon and that Cradle is finally safe! Amazing, it took you three months to find that weed stash; it took Alice and Jonah one evening in Jonah’s route.

She goes back to Cradle with Sirius but it’s already night so they decided to pitch a tent at a nearby inn with only one bed!

just go to sleep...................... just go to fucking sleep.

The next day they return to the Black Army Headquarters, which is now peaceful since Amon is defeated and the war is over. I got Sirius’s dramatic end; Alice and Sirius decide to go over to Sirius’s flower shop, where they run into Lancelot whose finally chilled out with his “I’m the Worst” act now that Amon isn’t breathing down his neck every second like a creepy evil Santa Clause. Lancelot buys an iris flower and proceeds to give it to Alice.

I’M FUCKING CRY HE’S SO SOFT.......... HE SO SOFT...... PLEASE PROTECT HIM AND HIS PRECIOUS SMILE.

The route ends with Alice planting the flower Lancelot gave her in the garden of the Black Army HQ, promising to live her life with Sirius and protect the little things that are important to them (´へωへ`*). and finally, FUCKING FINALLY, SIRIUS FINALLY TELLS HER HE LOVES HER. THAT TOOK YOU LIKE WHAT, THE ENTIRE ROUTE?

but no seriously imagine how awkward it’d be for Alice, after making out and sleeping with him only to be like “oh wait does he even actually love me, he never said he did” derp.

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Anyway that was a rundown of my own thoughts of his route + awful commentary. I definitely think his route was one of the weaker ones and it just didn’t feel like Sirius or Alice had any chemistry (｡-人-｡). I hate to admit being disappointed, especially because I was really looking forward to Sirius’s route but alas it is what it is. There were some nice scenes and I liked the friendship dynamic between him, Lance, and Harr but overall it definitely paled in comparison to Jonah’s or even Lancelot’s route. Ohwell, sorry Sirius lmao.

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allfandomxreader · 7 years ago

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The Interview pt. 4

Pairings: Joe Keery x Reader Words: 1,790 Summary: Joe takes you on your first date but it doesn’t go quite as planned. Warnings: Swearing A/N: The end is near!! I’m so excited for the next part. After this I’ll be starting a new Joe series I think you all will like but I’ll go into more detail about that later! Part: 4/5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

I stand in front of the mirror combing ferociously through my hair with my fingers. Nerves bounce my leg as I run more product through the long locks. My heart pounds for unknown reasons thinking about the day ahead. I slowly take deep breaths, I haven’t been this nervous since I was standing outside Y/N’s door pouring my heart out. I will never understand how she has this much of an effect on me.

I remove the new suit from the small closet and slip into it, slightly rolling up the cuffs at the bottom of the dress shirt. I check my appearance one last time before exiting the cramped hotel room and down the hall towards Y/N’s. I rap my knuckles against the cool wood door, I can hear her shuffling in her room as she scurries to answer. When the door slowly opens Y/N finally comes into view, instantly putting the jitters at ease. She offers me a warm smile opening the door more, exposing her gorgeous dress that nearly touched the floor. I’m too in awe to speak as I take her all in.

“Earth to Joe,” She giggles, pulling my head out of the clouds. I clear my throat offering the beautiful lady my hand, hers is warm as she slips it into mine. I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to hers, the sweet kiss ends after a few moments with her hands softly pushing me out the door.

The summer air is warm as we make our way towards the parked car. I open Y/N’s door, beating the chauffeur to it. I pass him a scribbled piece of paper with the location, not wanting to give any hints to where I was taking Y/N on our first legitimate date.

Throughout the ride, Y/N begs me to tell her what I had in store for the night. It almost broke me not to tell her, it was hard enough not to tell her for the past couple of weeks, now that the night is here it’s almost impossible to keep my lips sealed. She gives up after the seventh time, content with the element of surprise.

We step out onto the sidewalk as the car speeds away, back into the late-night traffic. Her heels click against the cement as we make our way towards the grand doors of the most elite restaurant in the city. She glances over to me, eyebrows raised, impressed that I was able to pull such a thing off without her knowing.

Laughter from strangers fill the building, everyone holds quiet conversations while waiters chat between tables offering champagne to the customers. Everyone is in tuxes and long dresses, even though the two of us fit the dress code, we still feel out of place. “Reservation for Keery, eight o’clock,” I say to the old man hosting. He peers over his nose at the book in front of him before glancing back up at me.

“Sorry, Mr. Keery, but it seems like your reservation has been given away,” The man waves his wrinkly hand towards the filled tables in the restaurant, making it clear that were no available seats.

“Excuse me?” I sputter in disbelief, my fingers curl into fists as anger wells inside me.

“Sir, you’re supposed to be here fifteen minutes before your reservation time,” He glances at the elegant watch wrapped around his wrist, “It is eight ten.”

“Please, there must be something you can do. I booked this reservation weeks ago!” The man offers a disinterested wave.

“I’ve heard it all before. If you can’t comply with our regulations, don’t come!” His voice raises, looking past me to greet new guests.

“Look, you don’t understand. I really need this night to be perfect, is there something we can work out?” I fish the wallet from my suit jacket, flicking through bills to offer him.

“Sir! Do you think I can be bribed?” His tone is baffled as he stares at me in horror. Soft hands wrap around my arm pulling me away from the situation.

“Joe, it’s okay, we can go somewhere else,” She whispers defusing the situation, “To hell with this place, we’ll go somewhere better.” She tugs me away from the front table and back towards the door.

“That’s highly unlikely,” The old man mumbles under his breath, just loud enough for us to hear.

“Oh fuck off,” Y/N throws the insult over her shoulder earning gasps from the uppity people.

We stand just outside the exquisite doors of the restaurant, I groan in frustration, harshly running my fingers through my hair pulling a few strands out of their follicles. “Joe, really, it’s okay. Why are you so upset?” She rests her palm on my shoulder, slowly running her finger over the fabric of my suit.

“I just wanted this night to be perfect,” I admit in defeat, “Tonight was supposed to be about us, about going public with our relationship. I picked the best restaurant in the city -there was even going to be live music- and now it’s just all ruined.”

“Tonight is about us. We don’t need a posh restaurant to have a great night, I’m sorry your plans got ruined but that doesn't mean our night has to be. The place doesn’t matter, the food doesn’t matter,” She pauses, a light shade of pink blossoms onto her cheeks, “To be honest, we could have dinner at McDonald’s and the night would still be amazing and that’s because I’m with you, Joe Keery, the man I fell in love with months ago. No snobby host is going to change that our how we spend our night. Don’t give him that satisfaction.”

My hands grasp her cheeks and pull her into me, she kisses me back immediately, her arms wrap around my neck as we share the passionate moment. Never in my life have I experienced a love like the one she gives me. I often forget how lucky I really am to call her mine, moments like these are what remind me how fortunate I truly am.

Several minutes later she sits across from me in the grimy booth, a twenty piece nugget box sits in the middle of us on a tray full of fries. She tries to tell me what silly thing happened between Natalia during their filming today, she could barely get through the first four sentences before bursting into laughter. I can’t help smile at the cheerful woman before me. Tears slowly leak from her eyes as she continues with the story, I can’t make out half the words she says but I laugh along anyway.

“You had to be there, it was just really funny,” She sighs wiping the last of her tears away before shoving a handful of fries into her mouth. Our hands reach to grab more nuggets, our greasy fingers bump into each other, both of us reaching for the last nugget. The boyfriend in me wanted to tell her to take it, however, the best friend Joe wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” I propose already getting my hands ready for the game. Y/N’s eyes squint together, eyeballing me as she brings her own hands close to mine. We slap our fists against our palms in an intense stare-off. Just as I slam my final position -rock- she slams down paper. She triumphantly plucks the nugget from the cardboard and plops it into her mouth with a grin. “Let’s get out of there, the nights still young.”

We stroll in the darkness of the night. The sun went down hours ago but our date lives on. Y/N pulls me by the hand towards a vendor selling ice cream, she pleads with her eyes for a moment before I pull out my wallet. She cheers picking out her desired flavor as I do the same.

We find ourselves sitting on a park bench finishing off the sweet dessert after the long stroll. Her head leans lazily on my shoulder as she watches geese frolic in the pond. “I told you tonight would be amazing.” She sighs, snuggling closer into the crook of my neck.

“Yeah,” I chuckle quietly, “You did.” I kiss her temple before she quickly pops her head up from our relaxed position.

“Bet I can race you to that tree,” She stands abruptly, offering me her hand to take.

“What?” I say, placing my hand in hers before she yanks me up.

“That tree,” She points to the large oak that stands at the bottom of the hill, “I bet I can race you there and back,” She brings her feet up to her hands as she disregards her heels under the park bench, I open my mouth to protest but she beats me to the words. “Come on it’ll be fun!”

Without saying a word, I turn from her to face the tree. Bending my legs to try to build momentum. She wads the red fabric into a fist as she follows my lead. She screams “Go!” so loud the geese flutter a few feet away. The two of us bolt down the hill as fast as our legs could carry us. She rounds the tree first but as she makes her way up the hill she loses speed rapidly. I quickly pass her, my shoes slide in the mud as I come to the top of the hill in first place. I raise my fists into the air, doing the cliche Rocky pose. She appears moments later, panting. Her hair is a mess, a few strands cling to her forehead due to the light sweat. She grins when she locks eyes with me, laughing at our childish ways.

“Oh, your dress,” I say, motioning to the very bottom of her dress that’s now tattered and covered in mud, Y/N seems as if she could care less.

“Worth it,” She shrugs, slowly walking into my arms. We hold each other in a warm embrace as our heartbeats return to their normal speeds. Somewhere in the distance, camera clicking can be heard --no doubt by the paparazzi. She peers up at me, beaming. Inch by inch our lips get closer until I close the distance. Gradually, more cameras begin to click and flash, it feels as if the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Neither of us had to hide such a big part of our lives anymore, who would’ve thought the relief that would bring.

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lonely-winter-star · 4 years ago

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Let's pour it all out

I have been resisting the urge to write a long post on here, but who cares. Let me pour it all out at once. Maybe it will make me feel better? Maybe, it won't.. Who cares. So here we go. Also, FYI this is going to be long and boring, so if you want to stop, stop here.

Let's start straight off the bat:

1. 2017 Snka, knew her for like 2 weeks, maybe less. We vibed like crazy, I sort of liked her. New city and all, V-Day right around the corner. I sort of asked her out. She never replied. She socially distanced herself from me and I distanced myself from her even more. We haven't talked since that day.

2. 2018 Nkle, knew her for maybe 5 weeks, maybe less. We also vibed like crazy, we texted a lot, played a lot of OW together. I quickly went from being the guy she was playing overwatch with to being her closest 'best' friend. We kept talking, I kept falling for her. I told her I liked her. She then gave me a long lecture, which by the way, to this day is very valid. I only wish I could follow her words. The idiot that I am, I probably won't. Who am I even kidding, there's no way I will. Anyway, long story short, she said, "It's always nice to find out someone likes you. For men, it can be a bit crazy but for women it's different. For women, it's diabolically crazy. So she might not be comfortable with that or maybe she isn't sure how she feels. So you have to introduce your feelings slowly, you have to hang out with her. Spend time with her. And then once she is comfortable, start introducing your feelings. " I spent, two/three months in deep depression after Nicole.

3. 2019: Nmta, known her for like 5 years at this point. We went on a road trip to New Mexico. Alone. Just the two of us. I don't know what happened during the trip but I was having this feeling that maybe I should ask her out. Sometimes it's like, you are having so much fun that, in that moment, you forget about everything. But you also overthink. All these movies and novels and books and stories about romance give you a false illusion of how 'romance' or 'love' is supposed to be. It's like they tell you that if your heart is floating and your head feels light headed when you are with someone, then she is the one. In that moment, when we were driving forever in that car, I looked to my left, she was holding my hand and all I could think of was, what if I could have this for the rest of my life. We laugh, we have fun, we are pretty chill together. She laughs at things I say, she feels comfortable sharing things with me. Somewhere in my mind, I get confused and I end up asking her out. Face to face, in an airport, 20 minutes before my flight leaves. She says, " I don't like you that way.". I ask her, "Then why don't you just say NO? " She tells me she can never say no, she'll never do that to me. I feel so much guilt, I can't speak, I can't move. I muster up some courage and try to talk some nonsensical stuff to lighten the mood. She wraps her arm around mine and says, "Just shut up will you?". I can never forget the look on her face. I can't describe it but she just looked so sad. I couldn't look at her. I held back tears and I walked away and got on my flight. I couldn't get over this feeling that I had betrayed her trust. Betrayed our half a decade long friendship. I spoiled all the fun and frolic we had on our 4 day trip in 4 seconds. Back then, all I could do was blame myself. Blame myself for ruining a good friendship. Ruining the moment. Ruining that trip and all the good memories we made.

The thing is, what was so wrong in what I did? Some would say I was selfish. I only thought of myself. I didn't value the relationship or think of what would happen if she said no. People will say, oh you are in the wrong here. How is it that in this world, if it works out you are in the right but if it doesn't you are in the wrong? "

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take"

I took my shot. It didn't work out. You move on. And to everyone who says, "how could you?". I'll tell you how could I. I played out all the scenarios in my head. Yes, in some of them where it worked out it was awesome. But in the ones that didn't work out, it was terrible. Still I hoped for the best.

For once in my life, I tried to be positive. It didn't work out. Do I regret it? Maybe. Will I do it again? Yes, I would. I would do it without a second thought. After that trip. I went and lived in her house, met her friends, saw her live her life, her own unique way. I tried to get over my feelings while being the best fucking friend (pun not intended) anyone could ever ask for. I tried harder to be just a friend than I ever thought of pursuing her romantically. I went on another trip after that. I drove from Columbus to St. Louis to Indy to Cincinnati to Louisville to St. Louis and back to Columbus, all in the span of 3 days just to pick her up and show her every city in the mid-west area I lived in. I thought we were good. I thought we were back to being friends. She got engaged to someone and she didn't tell me. I found out through a random fifth person. I called her and didn't mention anything, she said, "I got engaged and I wanted to tell you personally, so here it is. I didn't tell anyone, we kept it on the down low." Clearly on the down low when I hear from a random fifth person who neither knows me or her. The part that hurt the most was that she lied to my face. I just said, t"Congratulations" and didn't talk to her for three months after that. Tell me, what did I do wrong? If you like someone, you tell them. If they say yes, good. If they say no, you move on instead of acting like a psycho right? And I did move on. And yet, I was lied to. It's okay, I guess I put more trust in people that don't really deserve it.

Oh man, I really lost track of things there didn't I. I guess I will right about Laksh in the next post because she deserves a post of her own.

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kidkei · 5 years ago

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How to Potty Train A Dog

For the previous 16 years, I’ve been instructing pet kindergarten and adolescent-dog courses at The Canine Connection, my coaching middle in Chico, California. The variety of graduates of my courses is probably going greater than 1,000 puppies – but it surely appears like I’ve answered shopper questions on potty coaching at the very least one million instances. What’s yet one more time, if it helps somebody stay extra fortunately and harmoniously with their new dog or pet?

Potty-training conditions are of three varieties: (1) canine who’ve by no means realized the suitable place “to go,” (2) canine who had been as soon as housetrained however are having a coaching regression, and (3) canine who’re pottying involuntarily – that’s, they haven’t any management over their urination or defecation. It simply occurs with none intent and sometimes with out the dog even realizing it’s occurring in any respect. Let’s take a look at these so as.

Housetraining For the Never-Housetrained Dog

Perhaps you could have a model new pup or a newly adopted teen or older dog. One factor that’s vitally essential to constructing a cheerful interspecies family is that your new dog turns into housetrained as rapidly and reliably as potential. You ought to be outfitted and prepared to begin housetraining your new dog from the second that you just carry him residence.

Housetraining entails extra than simply studying the place to potty; canine and puppies should additionally be taught to “hold it” till they get to an acceptable potty location and the way to notify you to get them there. To assist canine construct these abilities and to assist hold us on observe with our housetraining obligations, I encourage individuals to consider housetraining by way of C.R.A.P. Each letter of the acronym stands for an essential a part of the housetraining program: Confinement, Routine, Attention, Platinum rewards.

How to House-Train A Dog

Confinement

Preventing your dog from pottying within the improper place is the primary and most essential housetraining process. Since most of us can’t hold our eyes on our canine each minute, having a secure, snug confinement space is essential to housetraining success. Most canine naturally keep away from going potty of their sleeping areas, so confining your dog in a sufficiently small space that’s extra bed-like than room-like not solely prevents undesirable accidents but in addition will assist him develop bowel and bladder management.

What are acceptable confinement areas? I’m an enormous fan of crates, used appropriately, as soon as canine are snug with them. An space that’s fenced off with a conveyable train pen or a smaller room (reminiscent of a rest room or laundry room with a child gate throughout the door) can even function a confinement space.

The key’s that any confinement space ought to be small and comfortable sufficient on your dog that he’ll select “holding it” over pottying in it. When confinement is in place and used appropriately, there might be a lower in potty accidents and a rise in bowel and bladder management.

As your dog enjoys continued success at pottying outdoor appropriately and never pottying indoors, you’ll be able to improve the scale of the realm the place he’s confined when not being supervised. Don’t go too far, giving him whole-house freedom after he hasn’t had an accident for just a few days. Instead, use an train pen to broaden his confinement space by, say, 50 to 100 sq. ft extra per week of success.

Routine

Both canine and people profit from a predictable, constant housetraining routine. This routine ought to account for confinement time, potty breaks, meal instances, play time, coaching time, walks, and all the opposite enriching actions which can be a part of your dog’s each day life.

I like to recommend my shoppers create a written routine that features potty breaks a minimal of each hour or two, relying on the age and scenario of the dog. The basic rule for “holding it” in a crate or pen is that canine ought to have the power to maintain their bowels and bladder, in hours, the variety of months they’re plus one. So, a three-month-old pup ought to have the option to maintain his urine and poop for 4 hours. However, there are such a lot of exceptions to this rule; most notably, that exercise usually makes a pup have to “go.” The greatest routines, then, are based mostly on a stable understanding of your dog.

Some essential notes about potty breaks:

1. You should go together with your dog to the potty space so you’ll be able to reward the deed when it happens. By delivering a direct reward, your dog rapidly comes to perceive that “Oh my gosh, going pee or poop in this location is nothing short of brilliant!”

2. It may be very helpful to educate your dog a cue for pottying conduct. Some individuals use the straightforward phrase, “Go potty!” Others use a euphemism reminiscent of “Get busy!” Whatever phrase you utilize, say it as soon as simply earlier than he begins to potty (don’t say it over and over), after which reward and reward him mightily when he’s accomplished. Soon, he’ll perceive that the phrase is a cue – a possibility to earn rewards for doing what he now is aware of it means: going potty. This will assist him perceive what you need if you take him to go potty in a brand new atmosphere, or underneath distracting situations he has not but skilled.

3. If you count on your dog to potty on- and off-leash, your potty outings together with your dog ought to typically be on-leash and typically off-leash. Why? From a dog’s perspective, pottying whereas on- versus off-leash could be a very completely different expertise. Familiarizing him with each will repay sooner or later.

4. While it might sound handy to have a dog who will potty solely in your yard (I name these non-public pottyers), it’s essential that your dog learns to potty in different outside locations, too. Indeed, I would like canine to be public pottyers (with accountable guardians who will clear up after them) in order that day and even in a single day outings are snug for all. I pity the poor dog who has realized to potty solely within the privateness of his residence when his household decides to carry him on a protracted trip!

5. Also within the curiosity of adaptability to new environments, canine ought to be uncovered to completely different surfaces as a part of housetraining. Dogs can develop “substrate preference,” the willingness to potty solely on particular surfaces, reminiscent of grass or concrete.

While your dog’s inclination to develop a desire for pottying on sure substrates may be useful in creating an outlined bathroom area in your yard, it may well additionally restrict your dog’s adaptability to new environments if he isn’t allowed the choice to potty on completely different substrates.

6. Potty outings ought to be mission-driven. in case your dog tends to fiddle and frolic prior to pottying, limit your dog’s entry to play till the deed is finished. Fiddling and frolicking can then turn into a part of the reward.

7. If you might be away from your private home for prolonged intervals of time throughout the day, it’s essential to have a plan for getting your dog to his potty spot in your absence. Sometimes it takes a village to housetrain a dog, with associates, household, and neighbors, maybe assisted by skilled pet sitters, dog walkers, or trainers serving to with the potty outing shifts.

Attention

The first query I ask when a shopper asks me a query a couple of problem with their dog’s housetraining is: “Are you catching your dog in the act of pottying inappropriately or just finding the evidence after the fact?” More usually than not, individuals sheepishly confess that they often discover the mess after the very fact – and this at all times means their consideration wants to be improved.

There are two enormous advantages to sustaining a laser focus in your dog when he isn’t confined. First, you can begin to acknowledge and reward your dog’s “gotta go” alerts. When your dog begins to tempo, circle, and sniff, you’ll be able to applaud his signaling (“Awesome doggie! Let’s go, go, GO!”) and rush him to his potty place. Rewarding “gotta go” alerts will encourage your dog to turn into extra demonstrative when he feels the urge – communication that’s as useful to us as it’s to our canine.

Second, once we catch him within the act we will present fast suggestions. A easy “Hey, hey!” whereas hustling him to his potty spot will make the purpose that there’s a distinction between the spot the place he began and that particular place you need him to go.

Platinum Rewards!

When housetraining a brand new dog (pet or grownup) I be certain I do know what my dog considers “platinum level rewards.” Housetraining is a giant deal, and it requires that we acknowledge our dog’s success with a becoming consequence for his or her achievement. High-value meals rewards ought to be saved on a shelf or desk by the door so you’ll be able to seize them on the best way out together with your dog. And the rewards of reward and play ought to be abundantly a part of the potty occasion that celebrates your dog’s success at pottying within the correct place.

Housetraining Regression

It is distressing if you consider housetraining has been achieved, solely to discover improperly positioned puddles or poops. Here are some causes your dog’s housetraining would possibly unravel:

Urinary tract infections or different medical issues can lead to potty accidents. If your totally housetrained dog begins to potty in the home, your first cease ought to be your veterinarian. Physical issues have to be dominated out earlier than assuming the issue is a behavioral one. Prior to your go to, assess your dog’s water and meals consumption so you’ll be able to report any modifications that is perhaps a part of the image.

Recognize {that a} dog’s housetraining could not switch to new environments. I’ve had many purchasers whose canine’ housetraining fell aside when visiting the house of a pal, after a transfer, and even in a public place (how embarrassing!).

Just as a result of a dog is housetrained in a single atmosphere doesn’t imply he’s housetrained in all environments. When you modify environments, assume your dog is just not housetrained till you could have helped your dog perceive that the habits realized in a single place can even apply to the brand new setting. To do that, take your dog again to Housetraining 101.

Seasonal challenges. Just as your dog may have to relearn housetraining in a brand new atmosphere, so could he want to relearn housetraining in numerous seasons. I’ve had many purchasers uncover that their summer time pet’s housetraining unraveled on the first fall rain or winter snow.

I at all times advise shoppers to be proactive weather-watchers. If your dog’s potty place is outdoor, think about that potty habits can and would possibly change with the season, and you could have to think about artistic and proactive methods to hold your dog’s potty habits sturdy. For canine who detest rain, the erection of a conveyable cover would possibly simply ease the ache. A snow shovel goes a good distance in serving to small canine cope with deep snow. Some indoor-outdoor carpet can buffer the warmth of summer time pavement.

Differentiate between relieving oneself and marking. Marking conduct can develop in canine after their housetraining is concluded, as canine mature and hormonal ranges change. Marking is a pure conduct of each female and male canine, although extra pronounced in male canine.

I strategy marking like all housetraining issues, taking canine again to Housetraining 101, with the emphasis on eager consideration, since it is vital to interrupt the urge to mark earlier than precise house-soiling happens. For canine who’re persistent markers, a stomach band that forestalls house-soiling could also be a useful administration device.

Consider the opportunity of worry or anxiousness being a contributing issue. One of my shoppers was dismayed when her Newfoundland began pottying in the home. As it turned out, the dog was pottying inside as a result of he had turn into scared of venturing into his yard following a neighbor’s residence being re-roofed. The barrage of blasts from the nail gun had so traumatized the poor dog that he grew to become housebound, leaving him no selection however to potty in the home, inflicting additional anxiousness.

In this case, we established an indoor potty space that was used whereas we labored on rebuilding optimistic associations together with his yard atmosphere.

Potty Problems which can be NOT Housetraining Problems

Involuntary urination and defecation can happen for numerous causes with the widespread denominator to all being that the dog merely has no management over it. Here are some widespread causes for involuntary pottying:

Excitement urination. Some canine, particularly younger canine, will involuntarily produce a puddle throughout joyful homecomings and different joyful conditions. Since most set off conditions may be predicted, the easiest way to cut back pleasure urination is to downplay greetings and different emotionally charged conditions by ignoring or solely casually greeting your dog.

It additionally typically helps to give your dog one thing else to do within the moments when he’s excited. For instance, you would possibly enter your private home with considered one of your dog’s toys in hand, toss it away from you, stroll previous your dog whereas he retrieves it, then greet your dog a number of minutes later as soon as the preliminary pleasure worn off.

Because the set off for pleasure urination is a extremely large deal to the dog, it’s useful to arrange and apply mock greetings repeatedly so the set off turns into much less thrilling – maybe even slightly boring.

Submissive urination. This type of involuntary urination is about social alerts. It happens when your dog’s emotional response to a set off (e.g., a stranger or a member of the family) is considered one of appeasement, maybe even worry. Submissive urination may be distressing to family and friends members who set off it; they could assume it suggests they’ve been threatening or unkind towards the dog, even after they haven’t. More usually than not, the dog could also be responding to the human’s physique posture and dimension, voice quantity and tone, or different traits that set off an innate submissive response.

Submissive urination issues may be usually be resolved by downplaying greetings, counter-conditioning the presence of the person (constructing a optimistic emotional affiliation with the set off), teaching people who set off the submissive urination to keep away from provocative physique language (reminiscent of direct eye contact with the dog, looming over or reaching for him, direct frontal approaches, and loud physique language and voices).

I’ve additionally discovered that instructing the dog a cue which means somebody is about to strategy (reminiscent of, “Hello, I’m Here!”) can cut back submissive urination by eradicating the ingredient of shock from the interactions.

Incontinence. Age and sickness can produce urinary and/or fecal incontinence in our canine. Ill or aged canine could leak urine or expel feces whereas sleeping or could expertise sudden urges to potty and be unable to make it out the door. Female canine with hormonal modifications could leak urine, too.

While many individuals settle for incontinence as an inevitable a part of their canine’ well being or growing old, each western and jap medication supply cures, so a go to to your veterinarian is a should. The use of stomach bands, doggie panties, and potty pads in sleeping areas could assist reduce the burdens of clean-up.

Essential Tools for Housetraining

It makes the entire housetraining process one million instances simpler if you’re ready upfront of your new dog or pet’s arrival with all of the issues you’ll need to handle his whereabouts and assist his progress. Here are the necessities:

A crate, moveable train pen, or small room outfitted with a child gate, so you’ll be able to create an acceptable confinement space on your dog. This will forestall undesirable accidents from occurring. Preventing undesirable accidents ensures our canine don’t rehearse pottying in inappropriate locations and retains the non-potty locations from changing into infused with these potty scents that may set off a dog into making a mistake.

Some good clean-up merchandise to remove potty smells from your private home ought to an accident occur (as it would, since we’re solely human and we do make errors). While there are various in the marketplace and recipes for potty clean-up concoctions may be discovered on-line, my private favourite is unscented Anti-Icky Poo by Mister Max (accessible in some pet provide shops and online). It incorporates enzymes that assist destroy the odor-causing compounds in urine.

A prepared provide of high-level (as outlined by the dog) rewards to dole out to your dog when she or he will get it proper. Appropriate pottying is just not a minimal wage exercise; think about it a canine act of genius when your new dog will get pottying proper and reward with the stuff (meals treats, toys, and play) that your dog actually values.

In some instances, potty pads could also be useful, although I personally desire to exclude them from my housetraining protocols (it’s one much less step to fade out to get to the ultimate aim of the dog pottying in a particular spot).

For some, it’s useful to create an indoor bathroom space – a litter field for canine, so to converse. If an indoor bathroom space on your dog could be useful for you, the “litterbox” ought to be accessible as a potty vacation spot from the get-go.

In instances involving urine marking, stomach bands could be a very useful device. They don’t forestall marking however they do forestall home soiling, and plenty of canine appear to chorus from marking when the stomach band is on. Belly bands can be found in numerous sizes from pet provide shops and on-line.

Potty Pads for House Training?

I’m not a fan of introducing potty pads as a part of a housetraining regime. If the aim of housetraining is on your dog to potty outdoors, then potty pads create a center step that should finally be phased out as a part of the general housetraining plan. I might fairly begin focusing a dog’s consideration instantly on the ultimate vacation spot. Why create an additional step if we don’t have to?

Some individuals, nonetheless, plan for his or her canine to have an indoor toileting spot, with potty pads as a part of their canine’ lifelong state of affairs. This may be handy, so that you don’t have to make that journey outdoors, by giving a dog a authorized potty place indoors. However, they don’t magically entice canine to remove on them; canine want to be taught to use them, identical to they want to be taught to go outdoor. Either process may be completed by following the principles of home coaching 101.

People typically resolve to use potty pads as a result of they’ve to go away their canine alone indoors for longer intervals of time than their canine can maintain it. If that is the case together with your dog, be sure you go away her in a bigger long-term confinement space than the aforementioned crates or cozy confinement space. Make an space for sleeping and hanging out, and a separate area for eliminating on the potty pads.

Dog Doors: Yay or Nay?

As the proud guardian of each a model new Aussie pet and a “sudden urge” Greyhound senior, I’m grateful for my dog door. My canine go out and in at will, by no means needing to name on me to use my opposable thumb to flip the deal with to open that door. At my home, there’s no want to discover the attendant to get the restroom key; the toilet door is at all times unlocked. My canine exit, my canine are available in. There’s nary a potty accident or fear.

(Note: Some individuals fear about issues that may occur to their canine outdoors of their yards if the dog is unattended. The yard that’s accessible to my canine by way of my dog door is tremendous dog-proofed and double-fenced. That mentioned, there are extra risks to an unattended dog outdoor than indoors, however this can be a threat I’ve taken with my canine for a few years and not using a downside. You could make a distinct selection.)

Without a doubt, my new pup has realized to go outdoors to potty and I’m thrilled that she has realized to use the dog door. When nature calls she hops by way of and out. There hasn’t been an accident in weeks and I’m off the hook as door attendant. But is my new pet totally housetrained? The reply is…no!

Besides studying the place to potty, our canine want to be taught to “hold it” after they can’t get entry to the potty place. And they want to find out how to inform us that they want our assist to get from right here to there. Without these classes, housetraining is incomplete and potty mishaps are certain to happen when dog doorways aren’t accessible – maybe when the dog door is inadvertently left closed or once we’re visiting the house of a dog-door-deficient pal.

My new pup might be touring with me quickly and I don’t assume the dog-friendly lodge has a dog door (that’s a bit too pleasant). I’d higher get going with Housetraining 101, fairly than letting my dog door enable me take the lazy method out. And, as an adjunct to the essential coaching, I’ll be instructing my new pup to ring a “Hey, I gotta go!” bell. It’s fairly easy to prepare a dog to ring a bell (I consider this as a name for room service) and by way of my realized response (bounce up and attend to her), I’m a fairly fast examine. (For directions on instructing a dog to ring a bell on the door, see “Target-Train Your Dog to Ring A Doorbell“.)

Proper House Training is A Great Investment of Time

This would possibly all sound like a ton of labor; it isn’t essentially so. If you observe the CRAP tips (Confinement, Routine, Attention, and Platinum rewards) from the very first day together with your new dog or pup, he ought to rapidly determine when and the place to “go” (maybe on cue!), and the way to “hold it” in any respect different instances. His success at these duties could make or break your happiness at dwelling collectively, so give it your best!

How to House-Train A Puppy: Problem-Solving

Amber was a darling Golden Retriever pup who had graduated from my Puppy Kindergarten with honors. She had a powerful basis in socialization and coaching, which had resulted in her having a cheerful and optimistic worldview and good pet manners. Most importantly, Amber had mastered housetraining. At the time of her commencement, her mother and father proudly famous that Amber had not pottied in the home in weeks, and when she had to go, she let her mother and father know by whining on the door.

I subsequent heard from Amber’s mother when Amber was slightly over six months outdated. Completely unexpectedly, Amber had began peeing in the home! While the peeing was downside primary, a second downside was that Amber had began to ignore her homeowners and appeared usually extra “out of control.” The look of those two behaviors collectively led her dad to one conclusion: Amber’s inappropriate peeing, alongside along with her inattentiveness and unruliness, all coming at this teenage second, was proof optimistic that she needed to exert her dominance on her household. Oh, boy.

I had one other thought that I shared with Amber’s mother: When a completely housetrained dog begins urinating and/or defecating in the home, one should get thee and thine dog to a veterinarian to rule out a medical trigger! Urinary tract infections are a quite common cause {that a} previously housetrained dog would possibly begin urinating in the home; the painful situation causes an urgency that few canine can resist.

Sure sufficient, Amber’s medical work-up confirmed simply that. After a course of antibiotics – and her homeowners’ renewed coaching apply periods – Amber’s “dominance problem” totally disappeared.

Sarah Richardson, PhD, CPDT-KA, CDBC, CSAT, is the proprietor of The Canine Connection, a boarding, coaching, and daycare facility in Chico, California. Over the previous 12 years, she and a few of her assistant trainers have usually modeled for photographs that illustrate articles in WDJ, however that is the primary article that Richardson has written for WDJ!

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the-rain-shall-fall · 7 years ago

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Just One Kiss

So it’s @bloghisoka‘s birthday today and good thing I prepared this in advance. No you didn’t read anything gdi. First things first. I thank my lucky stars I have met a friend as lovely and weird and funny as you, albeit a bit dense. Second, I’m sorry for making you constantly worry about me. Third, Happy Birthday, Hun. May you have more birthdays to come and here’s a little fic for you. Yes, I’m an ass for fueling the Vanderyoung ship let me love you~

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Vanderwood sighed for the umpteenth time as he watched Seven frolic around the mall in a white dress with a red bow tied around his waist. He remembered agreeing to this date because the red-head wouldn’t even talk to him after getting denied thrice, sulking while he finished his overflowing, and pending work. If he was the same agent back then, he’d completely ignore the sulking hacker and do his job. But situations changed and it’s been quite a few months since they got together. A few months without even a proper date, as Seven said.

It took a back hug, a few cheek and forehead kisses, and PhD Pepper infused cupcakes for the hacker to giggle and give in, leaning against him while nibbling on the cupcakes. But as always, Seven was denied when he asked for a kiss on the lips. It was fun teasing him with kisses, but not on the lips, where the hacker wanted most. Seven would pout and whine at him, but it had proven to be his favorite pastime so the hacker learned how to settle for these “kitten kisses” as he named them.

The agent followed as the red-head entered an accessory shop, trying on bunny ears and cat paws. He smiled and watched his boyfriend browse the store with bright eyes and a huge grin. It had been a while since Vanderwood saw that combination, and he was glad he decided to go on with this date despite his initial refusal. Everyday had been hard, being an agent and getting sent to life threatening missions always made Seven worry. But he’d always, always receive a reassuring kiss, a silent promise that the brunet would come back alive and in one piece.

“Luciel, are you done yet?” The brunet called after a few minutes of Seven browsing and trying on a few accessories. He seemed troubled with choosing a choker – one was plain velvet with a gold pendant while the other had lace partnered with a red pendant. “Get the gold one. It brings out your eyes.” Vanderwood would later deny feeling smug as he managed to make his boyfriend a blushing mess.

With their fingers intertwined and arms linked, Seven dragged him to the arcades. The agent liked going to the arcades. The both of them were very competitive, and every time they would drop by, it would mean a healthy competition. And he wasn’t disappointed as Seven went straight to the racing game, golden eyes filled with mirth and a smirk on his face, clearly challenging the brunet. Vanderwood lost 2-3, but in his defense, hearing the other’s laughter was distracting and if losing would make him hear it, the brunet would lose over and over again.

Seven demanded a kiss as a reward, his lips already puckered as he tugged on the older man’s sleeve. The brunet sighed, what was this man’s deal with kisses anyway? He took hold of the younger man’s hand and kissed the top of it, earning a pout from the red-head.

“The lips, you brute! Lips!” Vanderwood’s eyebrow rose as he crossed his arms.

“You didn’t specify where.” His ‘girlfriend’ made a shocked face, before stomping off to play other arcades games. As much as he loved the idiot, teasing Seven was a whole lot more fun than simply complying with his requests.

“I want to play some more~” The hacker pouted, slumping on one of the benches, a big stuffed bunny in his arms the brunet got for him in the crane game. They had wasted hours in the arcades and being the responsible one, Vanderwood reminded him of lunch.

“You said earlier we’d get something after getting this rabbit.”

“Well, I changed my mind!” And as if protesting, Seven’s stomach made a rumbling sound, which made the older man snort. The poor red-head buried his face against the stuffed bunny in embarrassment, his cheeks and ears bright red which the brunet found endearing.

“Play some more and be back here in 20 minutes while I get us food?” Golden eyes peeked at him, and he earned a little nod. Vanderwood couldn’t help but ruffle the other’s hair. He was getting soft, being around such an affectionate person as Seven, but he didn’t mind. It was worth all those times when the hacker would withdraw himself from everything, even from him.

“Where’s my kiss?” There was that pout and tugging at his sleeve again. Vanderwood smiled slightly and leaned down, inching closer as if he would finally kiss his boyfriend’s lips. He changes his course at the last second, and ended up kissing Seven’s flushed cheek. He chuckled and made his escape, Seven’s whining heard in the background.

The beginning of their relationship wasn’t all butterflies and rainbows. There was a lot of underlying fear and doubts, Seven’s walls were sometimes too high and Vanderwood even thought that they weren’t compatible and it was better if they broke it off. But then he’d remember those times when they weren’t bickering, when there was just comfortable silence between them, when the hacker would hug him from behind as the brunet cooked while uttering gibberish he could barely understand but still found it adorable. It brought a smile to the brunet, seeing as how they both made this relationship work, even with the constant ups and downs.

His trip to the food stall didn’t take too long, and he expected Seven sitting on the same place he left him before. What he got was three men hitting on the pissed hacker. One even had a hand on Seven’s wrist, preventing him from escaping. This was why he didn’t want to go on a date with the agent crossdressing. His idiot boyfriend was too much of a beauty, he could catfish anyone.

“I’d appreciate it if you leave my girlfriend alone.” Vanderwood towered behind the men, Seven using their momentarily confusion as a chance to escape and run towards the brunet. He kissed the hacker’s forehead and wrapped an arm possessively around his waist, glaring at the retreating men. Great, he was in a bad mood now. He was still holding unto Seven, the other eerily quiet and was simply looking at him.

“Let’s go somewhere else?” The younger one said, linking his arm around Vanderwood’s and leading him to a different place again. They walked in silence, holding hands and slowly eating their burritos. The brunet was worried what happened earlier might’ve ruined the good atmosphere their date had, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“You were cool back then~” The red-head grinned back at him, the breeze making his wig flutter around. “Who knew you’d be the jealous type~?” Expect the hacker to start a bantering session.

“So you’d rather have them corner you like that?”

“I could’ve escaped!”

“Uh-huh. Sure. That’ll never happen.”

“Why won’t you believe me?”

“Because I’ll come around and get you out of it again.” Seven’s steps halted as he looked at Vanderwood with wide eyes. The brunet kept walking nonchalantly, taking the last bite of his burrito. He wasn’t expecting to be pulled downwards harshly, lips meeting his in a quick peck. The hacker was grinning and laughing, hugging his arm and the stuffed toy tight. Vanderwood thought he’d never see such a breathtaking sight in his life. He thought wrong.

“That was fun, Mary~” Seven said as they entered the bunker, dumping the bunny on the couch as Vanderwood stood by the door. He had a meeting with the boss in a few minutes, and as much as he’d like to stay longer, this was work. The hacker smiled at him, knowing that he needed to leave immediately. The hacker walked closer and hugged him, the brunet automatically hugging back and kissing the top of his head.

“Stay safe.”

“Of course.”

“Give me a kiss?”

“You already had it earlier.”

“Just one kiss!” Lips puckered once more, Seven tried his best to get the kiss he had been begging for since the start of their date. Wordlessly, Vanderwood gave him what he wanted and more. What he planned to be a short peck turned into a deep, desperate kiss. It always turned out like this before a mission. Fingers ran through his hair as the brunet wrapped his arms around Seven’s waist. He didn’t notice when did he pin the red-head against the wall, as his thoughts were consumed by the way their lips met and molded against each other.

They had to separate to take a breather, and he was rewarded with the sight of a delectable blush all over his lover’s face, ‘more’ whispered again and again. Vanderwood knew he was going to be late, but he couldn’t say no to his lover asking for more. It took them a lot of time to get to where they were right now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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mrsbenedictbridgerton · 7 years ago

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This Unspoken Thing (2/3)

A baby mini fic.

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

(Inspired by GoTG 2!)

Part One

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Killian had thankfully given her a wide berth the rest of that evening.

The whole party was actually quite sedate. While they had been celebrating her brother David’s birthday, the real partying had happened the night before at their local bar, The Rabbit Hole. Everyone was, of course, feeling a little delicate. And no one questioned Emma’s quietness or how she slipped away to bed before any of the guests had left.

All of which she was thankful for, because she really she could not cope with Killian right now. She needed to wait for this whatever it was to blow over so they could go back to their usual antagonistic friendship.

Yet despite her efforts not to, she thought of him as she lay in bed that night and listened to the sounds of the ongoing celebration. His deep and distinctive voice was easy to pick out. He was always thick in the conversation with a tale or a joke. Always the life of the party. Convivial. Charming. Popular with just about everyone he met. Knowing he was there, just a wall or two away tormented her in a way she could not have anticipated.

Not that anything about her relationship with Killian Jones was predictable. Originally, they had worked for rival companies. Competing for the same jobs, they had had the occasional heated confrontation that never failed to leave her blood boiling. But then Jolly Roger Bail Bonds had been taken over by Emma’s employer and they had became co workers. It was at first hard to overcome the ingrained rivalry and on the few occasions they had been forced to work together things had been prickly, to say the least.

But slowly his dry sense of humor had grown on her as the months ticked by. And he always brought her coffee when he went to get his own. The times when they were stuck together staking out some asshat or other, he found this way to engage her in conversation that made the hours tick easily by. It ended up that if they were both in the office, they would more often than not eat lunch together. Until, after six months of being co-workers, they were something resembling friends. Which would have been just about acceptable, she supposed.

Fate had other plans. It hadn’t taken too long after that for him to figure out that her brother was a cop and then for him to wriggle himself into a friendship with David fuelled by a shared love of British soccer. The she definitely couldn’t get away from him. He melted into her friendship group as if he had always been there. Still, he was, overall, a positive presence. One she was not averse to, yet always kept at arm’s length. Never letting him peek beneath her infamous emotional walls.

(Not that she ever let anyone past those-)

But last night-

Yes, Graham had been on her mind as she had approached Killian. The handsome Irishman, with his pretty eyes and broad shoulders was certainly a joy to look at. And he was kind and polite and courteous. And boy had her brother pushed them together. “It’s my birthday, Ems, just have a drink with him.”

Already pretty drunk from multiple shots of rum, she’d tried to work up the urge to approach him. He was perfect. On paper. And she was single. Yet, instead of sidling up to the blonde where he stood at the bar, she found herself walking in the opposite direction to the table where she had earlier left Killian deep into a bottle of liquor.

She’d given him a cryptic smile as she approached the table. He’d cocked his head to the side, his lazy blue gaze penetrating even in the dark bar. Then she’d taken his hand and tugged him in the direction of the dancefloor.

There was one important fact in this moment.

Emma didn’t dance. Not in the ‘just to have fun’ kinda way.

She drunk danced, when the drinks told her that this song was, like, the best one ever and her friends tugged her into the throng in front of the band of DJ booth. She also danced when trying to catch a guy’s eye. She knew a few sexy snakes of her hip and suggestive glances could get most men hot under the collar. Not that she’d done that for a while.

Yet dancing with Killian was none of those things, she’d told herself. He was her friend. Wasn’t he?

“Emma…” he’d complained as the threaded between the dancing bodies, only becoming quiet when she had placed her palms on his shoulders and smiled.

“Just a dance, Jones,” she’d shrugged, before beginning to snake her hips to the music.

“You don’t dance.”

Emma’s fingers slipped around to the open neck of his shirt, grasping the material. “I need to let off some steam,” she sighed.

Whatever he was going to say, died upon his lips and the two began a rum fueled dance. His hands at her waist hers wrapped around his neck. It was surprisingly fun, thoughts of Graham easily slipping from her mind as she let herself enjoy the moment.

But then the poppy beats of an early Rihanna number had been replaced by the sexy chords of Santana’s ‘Smooth’ and what had started as a light hearted frolic, became a slow and teasing mixture of tangled limbs and grinding hips. He’d sang the lyrics as his arms tightened around her waist and mouth had danced about her ear, his breath warm on her neck.

‘Give me your heart, make it real or just forget about it’.

She spun around, laying back, she’d pressed herself closer to him, enjoying the firmness of his chest and swaying with abandon.

It felt good to be held by him. Even through the drunken haze she knew it.

He held her like he cared, like he wanted.

And as the final beats of the song played, she allowed herself to see something she’d been hiding from for months now.

Killian wanted her.

And more worryingly, she wanted him.

This revelation seriously complicated matters in a way she was fully unprepared for. As she stumbled away from him as the song died away, her hand slowly slipped from his as their eyes lingered upon each other’s form.

Surely, if she didn’t think about it, it was nothing.

She wouldn’t think about it. She would not think about him. Or the way their bodies felt pushed together. Or all those repressed feelings trying to bubble to the surface.

If she went on as she did always, it would be fine.

There was not a thing between them.

She was sure of that.

She repeated those words as a mantra as she walked away and headed towards Graham at the bar.

He didn’t mention their discussion in the kitchen again.

She was silently thankful.

He understood.

It was just a dance.

(If she told herself enough times it would be true.)

And it was, until things started to happen.

Many times, she had been told to ditch her car. The cheerful yellow paint job of the VW Bug was the most conspicuous color possible, she would admit that much. But she had a strange sense of sentimentality for the car that was the sole reminder of her first serious relationship (or perhaps a cautionary reminder would be a more apt description). It was also great for eating, napping and generally living in when the time called for it. As it often did when faced with a long stakeout.

Two weeks had passed since the party. Killian Jones was the farthest thing from her mind. She was patently not thinking about him as she read the latest trashy novel that Ruby had handed down to her. She was not imagining herself as the naive country girl and Killian as the dashing sailor who promised to take her away from the drudgery of farm life as he ravished her upon a haystack-

Until he was there, tapping on the driver’s side window, a bag of takeout from Granny’s diner clutched in his other hand.

After almost jumping out of her skin, she rolled down the window and gave him a confused look.

“Lunch?” he said, his grin almost contagious.

She schooled her expression into one of neutral indifference. “I have Cheetos,” she replied, pretty sure there was a half empty bag in her glove box.

He rolled his eyes. “Leroy said you’ve been out here since last night. I brought you a grilled cheese. And some cocoa.” He leant down and picked up one of the familiar styrofoam cups and her stomach gurgled traitorously.

“Fine,” she sighed, “give it here.”

She gestured to him to hand the food through the open window, but he had other ideas. Instead, moving around to the passenger door and after a bit of maneuvering with the items in his hand, yanking it open and sliding into the seat beside her.

“That wasn’t an invitation, Jones.”

He gave her a pointed look. “It’s bloody freezing - and I’m doing you a good deed. At least let me warm up before you send me back out onto the barren streets of Boston.”

“I can see your car parked two spaces down,” she replied in a droll tone.

He simply smiled expectantly, the delicious goodies in the paper bag making their presence known to her nostrils. Her hunger outruled her head. “Okay, you can keep me company while I eat. In case this asshole I’m tailing finally gets out of bed.”

Killian handed her the paper bag and she began to remove the contents, taking deep breaths of the familiar food smells.

“Is this another alimony case? Or is this a real criminal?”

So it seemed they were returning to their old sparring ways.

This was good.

“Hey, I can’t help it if they need to send a woman to catch a man,” she replied, shoving a hunk of cheesy bread into her mouth, quickly chewing. “But since you asked, he’s an embezzler. Skipped bail, living here with an ex. So predictable.”

“Aren’t they all?”

“Men?” she shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Ouch,” he hissed. “That smacks of bitterness. Things not going well with your boyfriend?”

“What?” she asked, giving him a confused look in the rear-view mirror.

“Graham. Since you, you know, fancy him and all that, I’d assumed you’d made it official.”

Emma licked her lips. “Please, what I do - or do not do - with my personal life is none of your business.” She rolled her eyes and took another large bite of the sandwich, not letting herself dwell on his digging into her love life.

There was a second of silence as Killian straightened himself up in the passenger seat. “Ah yes, because there is no ‘thing’ between us.”

Emma paused mid chew and then swallowed heavily. So he wasn’t letting this go.

“Exactly.”

This time their eyes met in the mirror. He stared her out for a few seconds until she felt her cheeks start to burn and she averted her gaze, focusing on the crumpled paper bag in her lap.

“So, what if I told you I had a date this weekend?”

Her heart beat seemed to slow, turning into a dull rolling thud. The sandwich sat heavily in her stomach. She knew he dated - he was a very handsome guy. This was nothing new.

She didn’t care.

“I’d be thrilled for you,” she insisted, before adding, “And feeling a little sorry for the girl.”

“Hmmm,” he purred, annoyingly ignoring her quip. “She’s quite the catch. Blonde. Blue eyes, fantastic legs-”

Emma felt her irritation rise. She tossed the rest of the sandwich back into the container.

“I really don’t care, Jones,” she seethed.

“Is that so? Even if she has a masters in business and two bachelor’s degrees-”

That was it. She spun in her seat until they were eye to eye. “I’m confused, why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged. “Why Swan, because we’re friends.”

“Friends don’t need to share everything,” she replied, narrowing her eyes and wishing he would just go away.

“So you admit it, we are friends?”

Wordlessly, Emma raised her hands. If she were honest, right now she didn’t know what they were. “Of a type?”

And then the teasing facade slipped a little, the hesitancy crept into his voice. “Not the romantic type?”

“Killian-” she whined, scrunching her eyes shut. Free lunches from Granny’s for a year wouldn’t be worth this torment.

Then she felt his hand on her shoulder. “Just kidding, love,” he said in a soft tone. He ran his thumb over her collarbone. She felt the motion keenly, even through her thick leather jacket.

Pulling away, he smiled briefly. “Better be off, a date to plan and all.”

“Good luck with that,” she snipped as he reached for the door handle.

He simply nodded and left.

She spent the best part of the next six hours staring blindly at the dumb romance novel as she re-ran the conversation over and over in her head. She imagined this mysterious, sexy, intelligent date of his. She pictured him dancing with this faceless woman and kissing her and-

God, so much more.

She was almost thankful when Leroy called and said her skip had been caught during a road traffic stop. She had no idea how he had gotten out of the apartment without her seeing, but it gave her an excuse to drive home and work on that bottle of rum in the kitchen.

It was a pity the damn stuff just reminded her of him.

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Mercury Retrograde March Forecast ~ Follow The Heart

By Kathy Biehl

The last month of winter has a Janus vibe that has us looking both backward and ahead. And up and down and all around, come to think of it.

A nine-year process wraps up as the month begins. The personal revolution that’s been waging in you since April 2010? The hard-won sense of self that’s emerged out of the chaos and turmoil and foundation collapsing since then? All that has been ramping up in recent weeks as Uranus nears the end of his time in Aries.

It hits a breaking point on March 1, when Venus squares Uranus and puts desires and relationships through a graduation exercise. Situations simply cannot go on any longer as they have been. Tectonic plates lurched when Venus met with Pluto and then the South Node just after Valentine’s Day. Now the seismic activity completes. Continents reshape. Locks break; hearts open. Perhaps vice versa.

Almost on impact, everything hurtles into detachment as the goddess of love, money, and creativity immediately leaves Capricorn for Aquarius, land of the friend zone. The social mode responds with perspective and breathing room and scientific attempts to make sense of what just happened.

That philosophical vibe takes us into March 6, when the backward-forward action kicks in That day hosts an astrological triple-header: (1) the phase-launching Pisces New Moon, with illusionist Neptune hosting the cruise, which would be reality-bending by itself, but wait, we’ve also got (2) Mercury stationing retrograde in Pisces and (3) Uranus finally leaving the impulsive fires of Aries for the solid, steady ground of Taurus.

Neptune conjunct the Sun at the New Moon may deliver forgiveness of the self. With expansive Jupiter insisting “more, more, more,” visions of what’s possible for your life could fly off the charts. And, of course, we may all be walking around dazed, confused and unhinged from reality.

Mercury contributes the backward piece of the event. His retrograde takes him from 29 to 16 degrees Pisces and lasts until March 28. The starting point is critical. It’s the last degree of the zodiac, called the degree of ultimate sorrow, and the place where Chiron bided his time from the end of January till the middle of February.

This retrograde returns us to the issues, themes, and wounds that Chiron stirred. (Don’t everyone cheer at once!) It promises to immerse us in a non-logical understanding of what Chiron was up to. It also heightens sensitivity and telepathy, not to mention confusion and susceptibility to deceit.

Fly on instruments instead of what your eyes are telling you because fog is obscuring the true nature of what’s around you. The atmosphere is an elaboration on the warning on some car side mirrors: Objects may be closer than they appear. Only this time it’s more like: Objects may be further than they appear. Or not there at all. Or there but not reflected in the mirror.

Learn more in my Mercury retrograde guide here at OM Times.

And in the midst – or is it mists? – of this misdirection, radical change agent Uranus re-enters Taurus, which he first dipped into in mid-May 2018. Something is moving into a tangible, practical form that we’ve been processing and tweaking since November 6, when Uranus retrograded into his final sweep of Aries. A new mode of interacting with physical reality has arrived. Probably affected areas: money and finances, food production and consumption, expression of creativity, aesthetics, forms of relating and technology.

Look for a connection between the events of mid-May 2018 (particularly startling or unexpected) and situations changing and blossoming now.

From there we’re feeling our way forward, feet tapping the ground ahead of us and taking the occasional chance on faith. Mid-month brings the paradox of tightly refocusing our sense of self while simultaneously blowing out walls that have contained our personalities and possibilities. Practical action flows amid a meeting between the Sun and retrograde Mercury (on March 14), which could inspire letting ourselves off the hook, or bring home the personal meaning of Chiron at the end of the zodiac, or blur understanding of ourselves.

Mercury’s trickster ways hit critical mass when a square from Jupiter pumps him up on the Ides of March. Hard truths may get you through it. The messenger god’s sextile to Pluto puts ruthless candor (especially with yourself) on tap if you take advantage of it.

The Sun clears out of the water, moves into Aries and ushers in the equinox on March 20. The day sets the tone for the next three months. It offers opportunities to cut back on the fog and to stabilize and impose structure and practicality on thinking, information, and communications, with Mercury sextiling order-loving Saturn.

The day also challenges relationships, Thank a Full Moon at 0 Libra, with the Sun conjunct Chiron and Uranus in a tight adjustment aspect to the Moon. The relationship seesaw has the masculine wounded and acting out and allowances having to be made for the feminine, emotions and the role of women. The Moon’s ruler Venus has Jupiter whispering, “Go for it!” into her ear.

She’s not wasting time. The action comes the next day when she squares her counterpart, Mars. Push comes to shove; something’s gotta give. The pyrotechnics might be heavy on the verbal, screwball comedy style, but with Mars in earthy Taurus something more physical is likely.

The impact could bring bliss, or romance, or understanding, or magical thinking. Retrograde Mercury meets Neptune on March 23, and no one is likely to be rectifying bank statements. At least not with any accuracy.

The sweetness carries on till April 20, after Venus slips into Pisces on March 26. She’s exalted in this sign, which orients social interactions to the kind, compassionate, spiritual and artistic. She and Uranus offer a deal the next day – perhaps love does have the power to heal the fractures from the month’s start?

As she sails off into the sunset, the woozy atmosphere begins to lift. Mercury stations direct and begins his final pass over the waters Chiron stirred so. (He’ll clear them mid-April.) On the month’s last day, Mars leaves Taurus for freewheeling Gemini. Heaviness lifts. People are inclined to chatter, to gambol and frolic, even to multitask. Enjoy the freedom of movement.

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Adaptogenic Date Shake

Each year, my now friend Sasha Swerdloff of Tending the Table genius organizes a trip for women in the food world (bloggers, cookbook authors, chefs, nutritionists, photographers etc.) to get together, hang out, share delicious food, and get to know each other beyond a screen (…see? Genius!) This year I actually got to attend – ok truth: I shamelessly invited myself because I wanted to meet this talented troupe of ladies IRL. The group decided to gather in Palm Springs, much to my delight as I needed to escape two kinds of hell: overdue home renovations and Ontario in February.

The days were magically sunny, delicious, and life-affirming. We cooked a lot, then let our food get cold taking too many photos of it. We swam, we hiked, we yoga-ed, we laughed, and conspired together. Besides all of the heart-warming togetherness, one of the highlights for me, was visiting a date farm just outside the city limits, to understand where our favourite whole food sweetener comes from (and to gorge ourselves, naturally). I had never seen dates on a tree before, and was moved to learn from the passionate farmer himself just how these sweet miracles grow.

Dates grow on palm trees, and they fastidiously follow the calendar – you can practically set your watch to a date palm’s seasonal cycle. The first day of spring the tree is in full bloom and the hard work begins, as the farmer pollinates each one by hand. The ratio of male to female trees is about 1 to 30, since the male trees are only necessary to produce the pollen, and the female trees are the ones that produce the fruit. Between the first day of spring and the first day of summer, the tree sets up its entire crop for the year. All the work (trimming, feeding, etc.) must take place during this season, since it’s during this period is when the fruit ripens, turning from green, to yellow, to brown. The dates are ready to eat from the first day of autumn, and then the harvest begins. During this season, the fruit is either left on the tree and protected with cloth bags to prevent rain, birds and insects from spoiling the fruit, or picked when ripe. The farmer told us that the best place for the dates is to remain on the tree for freshness, but if the load is too heavy, it will not bloom as well the following year, thus effecting the trees’ output.

After decades of date farming, he was as wide-eyed and passionate about his fruit as an eager young man, which really made us all swoon. It is truly one of my favourite things in this world, to see how and where food is grown, and to meet and connect with the people who lovingly produce it. We all left with full bellies and hearts, and of course, our bags bulging with dates.

Along the dusty, desert road home we saw so many signs for date shakes, since this is the land where this indulgent treat was invented back in the 1930s. None of us caved and bought one, but my mouth was definitely watering, and I was excited to get back and make one for myself. The original recipe is simple, and calls for dates, vanilla ice cream, milk, and sometimes a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg. I knew this was the perfect makeover opportunity, and high-vibed my date shake with coconut milk instead of dairy, hemp seeds, and adaptogens.

So why the adaptogens? Well, I felt like the already-pretty-healthy date shake could use a boost, and what better way to make something more supportive than with a dose of stress-reducing, adrenal-loving, hormone-balancing, potions to get you back into balance? Yahs! I had these four choices on hand, but there are a lot of options once you start to dig around the health food store a little. Here is a little about each one and why I chose them.

Ashwaganda: helps the body adapt to stress and bring us back into balance. It encourages deeper sleep, supports the immune system, and energy levels. He Shou Wu: builds the blood, harmonizes adrenal gland function, nourishes hair, skin and nervous system, increases antioxidant activity. Maca: increases stamina, elevates mood, helps to balance hormones in both men and women, supports fertility and healthy libido. Licorice: balances hormones, helps the body adapt to stress, supports the immune response, and aids learning and memory.

*Some adaptogens during pregnancy, breastfeeding, and while on medication are not recommended, so check with your natural health care provider before trying any of them.

The farm we visited grew seven types of dates, and we loved trying them all. The unanimous favourite was the grower’s very own variety that he created himself, called Black Gold. He also mentioned that this was the best type of date for a date shake, but considering the fact that you maaaaay not get a chance to visit Palm Springs anytime soon, I’ll go ahead and recommend using Medjool dates for the shakes, since they are widely available, and their thin skin blends very easily into a smooth consistency. If you cannot find Medjool, try Deglet Noor instead, or soak your dates in warm water for half an hour before blending.

Dates are a great source of energy, and provide a generous amount of filling dietary fibre with very little fat. Dates are mineral rich, delivering potassium, manganese, magnesium and copper, as well as an assortment of B-vitamins. Seek out dates that are plump and juicy-looking (if you’re buying from a market, ask to try them first), that their skin is intact, and that they are neither glossy or dusty. I store my dates in an airtight glass jar in the fridge to extend their shelf life, and protect their flavour and nutrients. Kept this way, dates will last up to six months. Outside of the fridge at room temperature, dates will last about a month and a half, or you can freeze them for up to a year.

The banana in this blend up is totally optional, and I actually really liked the version without, even though it was less thick and “milkshakey”. If you want to add more dates for sweetness and flavour, live it up. I found that this amount, about 3 Medjool dates, was just perfect for me, even without the banana. The spices are also optional, but help to disguise any strong flavours from the adaptogens, which admittedly can sometimes taste like the inside of a barn, or everyone’s favourite: feet? Mmmmm. Right. Let’s cover that up.

All in all, this is a delicious and filling way to start your morning, or the perfect afternoon pick-me-up. It’s creamy, smooth, sweet and totally balanced. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

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Adaptogenic Date Shake Serves 1 (makes 2 ½ cups / ml)

Ingredients: ¼ cup / 50g pitted Medjool or Deglet Noor Dates ½ – 1 frozen banana (optional) 1 cup / 250ml full-fat coconut milk 2 Tbsp. hulled hemp seeds ½ Tbsp. licorice root ½ tsp. ashwaganda ½ tsp. maca ¼ tsp. ho shu wu pinch vanilla powder (or ½ tsp. pure vanilla extract) pinch ground cinnamon pinch ground nutmeg 3-4 ice cubes

Directions: 1. Brew the licorice tea by combining 1 cup / 250ml boiling water with ½ tablespoon of chopped licorice root. Let steep covered for 15-30 minutes.

2. Place all ingredients in the blender. Measure out ½ cup / 125ml of licorice tea, add it to the blender, and blend on high until smooth. Taste and adjust sweetness and spice to your liking. Enjoy immediately.

I just want to give a huge shout out to Sasha and all the women who attended the retreat – it was truly a beautiful experience. And if anyone out there is looking for some inspiration and general awesomeness, follow these wonderful people, below:

Sasha Swerdloff – Tending the Table Renne Byrd – Will Frolic for Food Lily Diamond – Kale and Caramel Kimberly Hasselbrink – Kimberly Hasselbrink Shelley Westerhausen – Vegetarian Ventures Lindsay Kluge – Ginger Botanicals Trisha Hughes – Go Eat Your Beets Carly Diaz – Carly Diaz Eva Kosmes Flores – Adventures in Cooking Sophie MacKenzie – Wholehearted Eats

Hope you’re all enjoying the first breaths of Springtime. Sending love, gratitude, and sunshine, Sarah B.

Show me your shakes on Instagram: #mnrdateshake

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Hey ya’ll! One more thing before I go: new Wild Heart High Spirit retreats are being planned! I’ll share more news about the retreats soon, but if you want to be the first to know when tickets are available, go to www.goldencircleretreats.com and join the email list. I’m so excited to welcome another group of women to this magical experience!

Source: https://www.mynewroots.org/site/2018/05/adaptogenic-date-shake/

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