#she's a successful doctor just like her mom wanted her to be but she's still the imperfect daughter. unmarried. difficult

[chicafinal]

someone pull up the shiv roy sharp objects betty and sally draper web weaving posts

[l0vedrvgg]

some of my success stories cuz giving more advice is boring

before knowing about the law:

1-shifting when i was 5 using imagination

2-manifesting a dimple on my right cheek when i was 7 by affirming and imagining

after knowing about the law using imagination and affirming:

1-erased two memories by imagining my memories in a computer and i replayed that memory and deleted it ( i can remember that i deleted it but i dont remember what happened)

2- (A TEST) was reading a neville book and the part was about how he told the audience to imagine climbing a ladder and that they will really climb it and so i did climb a ladder in the next week when i completely forgot what i even imagined

3-wanted an electric milk frother but couldnt find any in my country so i imagined it and my mom bought it for me after 2 days

4-never gaining weight no matter how much i eat by affirming that food doesnt affect my body and that i only gain or lose weight when i want to

5-i hated when someone had my password so i robotically affirmed that my mom always forgets my password until i fell asleep and now 3 years later she still forgets it that she gave up

6-was sick for 2 years and each doctor told me smth different so whenever i felt the symptoms i affirmed “im healthy physically and mentally” until they went away and i only did that for two times and thankfully they never came back

7-wavycaqe made a story asking her followers to send their photos cuz shes gonna draw them so i sent mine and imagined that she drew me and forgot about it AND SHE DID OMG (she posted a video of the drawing)

using subliminals:

fuller lips, upturned eyes, long hair, long legs, bigger nail beds, compliments.

i also moved cities when i visited a city last year and i rlly liked it and i decided im gonna live here and randomly this year we moved there( we werent even planning to)

these are what i can remember rn im just manifesting that my manifestations are always instant(they are most of the time but yk)

[ms-demeanor]

My mom has gone full on Youtube Woo "natural cures" and I have no idea how to get through to her. Literally sitting at home in front of the tv playing video after video of pseudoscientific bunk and lapping it up... She's diabetic and a cancer survivor and I fear she's gonna do irreparable damage in her forays into the deep end...

Do you have any tips on reaching folks that are in this deep?

Regular reinforcement of evidence-based medicine as kind as you can make it whenever it comes up.

"Oh I heard about this coffee enema thing..." "There's not really any evidence to back that up, mom, and besides, it sounds pretty unpleasant."

"Oh I heard about how nightshades are poison" "That book doesn't have a lot of great evidence, plus here are the kinds of micronutrients that you can get from nightshades, they're important in your diet."

"Oh I'm not sure about vaccines anymore, the new ones are so scary" "Mom, I'm so glad you got me vaccinated, I think about how kids younger than me are at risk of measles and other issues because of vaccine hesitancy and I worry so much for them, I think you made the right decision when I was a kid and I'm grateful for it."

"Oh, but fluoride in the water can cause IQ losses in young children," "Mom, those studies aren't in areas where fluoride is added, they're in areas where it's naturally high and are way, way above what gets added here, plus look at you and me, we have been drinking fluoridated water and we're both smart."

IDK, it's miserable. Basically you go on natural news and learn about all the lies, then spend twenty times as much time learning about the debunkings for all the lies and then try to be nice when you tell them they're wrong.

Since your mom has had previous successful treatment from allopathic doctors call back to that; "but mom I'm so glad they were able to take care of your cancer - I know it was hard but I think you might not have survived if you hadn't trusted your doctors." "but mom, look at how much the medical science on diabetes has improved in your lifetime; i'm glad it's easier to manage now than it was when you were younger, and that there are better treatments being developed all the time; I don't think they're hiding things from us otherwise they'd still treat diabetes and cancer like they did in the 50s, and things are so much better than that."

Just. Try to be nice. Try not to attack her. Try to keep it light and offer cheerful arguments before changing the subject.

You don't want her to get defensive, you want her to consider you to be someone she can ask for information who won't make fun of her and doesn't think she's stupid.

Anyway. Life with my mother in law has been fun recently. She watched a youtube video and decided she must have gone into ketosis after fasting for twelve hours so she ordered a bunch of protein strips and I'm cooking for her a few times a week to guarantee that she's eating something other than canned chili beans.

So. You know. I feel you.

[sims3melancholic]

personal update!

Hello everyone! Hope you all doing well. It was a long thought process inside of me,to write this post or no, and because not particularly share my personal life on the internet is a little bit hard for me, especially here, i'm not sure if this necessary, but i decided to do it just to keep it real with you all! This 3 weeks was a rough shake for me & my family life. My mom was diagnosed with tumor, it shake a ground under all of members of my fam. In this weeks she had a successful surgery on removing it, and we and doctors having optimistic forecast! Thanks God & Surgeon!!! 🙏

Now she's doing well, we are all optimistic but to be honest with you i'm still in shock and in fear. We are very very close and i love her so much, so this news was a heartbreaking for me, still are. I'm trying not to think about it, but...you know, it the night all my thoughts going thru and thru...oh

In this weeks i was in a very bad place, i thought may be if i will open my game & create something, you know, live like everything is okay, may be i feel a little better. I made some of wip posts here & on tumblr, but immediately when i post them i was feeling so guilty & i ended up deleting it in a hours. It's hard to do your routine while you thought and anxiety try's to win So, why i'm writing this post...I want to share with you that there is a reason why i'm not this active on posting, answering your q's & comments. They are still & always means a lot for me, but for this weeks it was too hard. I'm ready to share this post just post because now this fear that i live for 3 weeks is became a little smaller and I can talk about it! Now on my to do list: 1. Just want to let you know, that all cc that i did of course will be up for download. I'm planning to finish my middle age masks collection for boys and the end of this month, and for the august i'm going to post my wip skins for girls.

2. Everything that contacts with cc & you getting it - is still in full affect, but for me - may be i wouldn't be that active socially, so please be aware - i'm not ignoring you!

3. I will be answering all your messages & comments (questions that concern the game or my cc) in a week or two when i'm more ready & stable for it! 💕 Thank you to the all who read this! Stay safe, you & your family!! 

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey angels! I’m still on break but I wanted to show you guys how powerful the law is, and how it’s in effect with everything even when we don’t notice!

Here’s everything I’ve manifested in this year alone !

🌸70,000$ in school scholarships. My tuition does not even cost that much so most of it will be coming back to my credit card shortly

🌸an older sister. I’m the oldest child in my household, and as any older sibling knows it’s so hard. You have to lead, yet have no one to look up to for advice yourself. Anyways my dad got in touch with his old wife, and my mom who was once reluctant to let my half siblings in my life, now encouraged it! My older half sister is literally just like me. We now FaceTime, she defends me when I’m scared, she buys me stuff all the time because she has hella money, and I go to her apartment for sleep overs. I am very lucky and happy to finally have the older sister I’ve always wanted.

🌸an old friendship! I remember in 2020 I was friends with this girl and we were both super depressed, had similar circumstances, and were into manifesting+astrology. I’m sure she’s one my twin flame, and the friendship ended over the dumbest thing ever. Anyways for a year I used dumb methods like the 333 method, sp methods to get her to text me, stuff like that. I ended up giving up but earlier this year I was thinking about her, yanno just wondering where she is. She sent me a heart felt apology the next day. I manifested her without even trying!

🌸All As in school without trying.

🌸losing weight the more I eat. Y’all I’m 5’5 and 112 pounds, yet I eat like an Olympic gold medalists. I don’t even eat healthy and knowing myself.. well that’s something that’s not going to change lol. Anytime I would eat a lot, I would just say the more I eat, the more I lose and the healthier I am…and I never gained a single pound. Only lost! Don’t worry I’m still healthy and my doctors say I’m in a healthy range still, so as long as that continues healthily I’m fine.

🌸my family winning the lottery through the void state. I won’t say specific numbers but it’s in the 7 figure range, and was my first void success! I’m going to keep manifesting and exploring the void to have more stuff in the future!

🌸(dumb) but clearing my name in the unique situation. i remember just affirming the truth always comes out and she got exposed a few hours later. aside from the hate from her anons, I left the situation unscathed for the most part 😮‍💨

🌸not having seasonal depression this year. I did not manifest my depression or anxiety away for personal reasons, before anyone starts! But due to the combination of manifesting and just having a better overall life, it honestly did not affect me much this year.

🌸getting results from subliminals without even listening to them. I left my subliminal era a couple of years ago, and I don’t really use them anymore. But sometimes I come across a really cool one with dope benefits, and I want to use it bc.. why not lol. But I don’t really like listening to them, so I just wrote down that I can listen to it once and after that my brain memorizes the sequence and it works it out repeatedly even when it’s not playing and I’ve definitely noticed results.

🌸manifesting my best friend’s cancer away! I already made a post about this, but this was my favorite manifestation of this year.

🌸every single one of my shifts

🌸so many free things!

🌸and so much more, but these are my favorites!

[imtryingbuck]

Seventy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,104

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. death (cancer)

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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In the fifteen years that has passed Bucky and Y/n became grandparents to a whopping eleven beautiful grandchildren. Each one of them being well and truly spoiled by their grandparents.

Georgia and Billy got married six months after they proposed to each other, two months later they found out they were having a baby. Natalia was born three weeks prematurely, though still tiny she was strong, always kicking her little legs out and had a set of lungs on her. Two years after Georgia gave birth to another baby girl naming her Scarlet after Billy’s favourite superhero character the Scarlet Witch.

Another two years go by and she gives birth to another baby girl named Aurora, or Rory as Y/n always calls her. Four years later Georgia rings her mom to say she’s pregnant again, the whole family getting a shock of a lifetime when they find out that she was pregnant with triplets. Two girls and a boy, Marya, Django and Rebecca, named after Wanda and Pietro’s parents and Bucky’s sister.

Jamie had three children with his now ex-wife, Nicole, though they divorced and she remarried they remained good friends and were amazing at co-parenting with each other. Ryder, Levi and Angel. Angel was born on Bucky’s birthday which he did not shut up about.

Stevie and his boyfriend Ryan had adopted a baby girl when she was a month old, she had the most brightest green eyes Y/n had ever seen. She was born with a cleft lip and her biological mother didn’t want her which was truly a shame as Quinn could melt anyone’s heart just by looking at them.

Sammy and his girlfriend Eva surprised everyone by announcing that she was pregnant, she had been told when she was younger that she was never going to be able to get pregnant which was something she had come to terms with, but she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who they named James, after Bucky and Eva’s dad.

Howard passed away in his sleep two years after Georgia got married. Y/n and Tony held his hands when he passed. He was buried with his one true love, Maria. With Grace on one side and on the other was George and Winnie. 

Grace and Bunny’s Haven became successful, another two Havens in different locations had been build and were now being used by men and women. There were plans to build a fourth Haven but it had to be put on hold.

In a year they must have seen hundreds of faces and heard similar stories. No matter how many times she heard them it didn’t stop her heart from aching each time.

Bucky’s and Y/n’s marriage was just as strong as it had ever been, Steve mocked them once for being sickly sweet so Bucky grabbed Y/n by her hand and pulled her into him and kissed her, both putting on a little show for their friends. That was until Georgia was sick.

She was pregnant at the time.

That’s their defence anyway.

The love that they had for each other continued to grow as the years went on. He was still her Ducky and she was still his Bunny. Natalia once asked Y/n if Bunny was her real name and she had to explain that it was a nickname, then explained why her grandpa called her Bunny, the little girl smiled before running to tell Georgia that her grandmas real name wasn’t Bunny.

Two weeks before Y/n and Bucky celebrated their thirty ninth wedding anniversary Y/n started coughing up blood, Bucky rushed her straight to the hospital panic filling his veins the whole time he drove there.

After blood tests were done a doctor sat the couple down and told Y/n that she had cancer. It was terminal.

It took her back to when Maria had been told the same thing, and just like Maria she didn’t cry no she asked questions whilst Bucky held her hand tighter and tighter to the point where it was hurting her but she never once removed her hand away from his. She needed him. Needed him to help ground her.

Y/n begged Bucky not to tell anyone, at least not until after their anniversary which he hesitantly agreed.

They spent their anniversary at the cabin they had been renting for the past thirty nine years to celebrate the date they became one, through the whole week they were there Bucky cried, he couldn’t understand why it was her that had cancer, to him it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she out of all people had been diagnosed with cancer, it’s wasn’t fair after all her kindness and love she shared and gave to others that she was going to be dying a slow death.

He couldn’t understand how she remained so calm throughout her diagnosis and the week they were away.

“I’ve lived an amazing life Ducky, everything will be okay I promise” she told him as she held him in her arms, wiping his tears off his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

A week after finding out that she had terminal cancer she and Bucky sat their kids down, their hearts breaking at seeing and hearing the most important people to them crying, shaking their heads in denial, Y/n got up and grabbed a hold of her children squeezing them into her chest tight, telling them how much she loves each and every one of them. She couldn’t stress enough of how proud she was of them. Bucky joined in on the family hug, all six of them crumbling together on to the floor.

Telling the group plus Tony was difficult too, all of them in denial about what Y/n was telling them. Each of them couldn’t believe that the strongest one out of them all had been diagnosed with a vile disease such as cancer.

Even with getting chemotherapy to try and slow down the cancer she was becoming weaker not like it stopped her from doing her work at Grace and Bunny’s Haven. Bucky tried and failed to get her to slow down but she wouldn’t, couldn’t as she wanted to continue being there for those who came to her for help before she passed.

“Nanny sweetie” Y/n looked down to see Quinn staring up at her with those wide green eyes that she loved so much.

“You want a sweetie darling?”

“Yes pwease nanny”

“Who am I to say no to you huh? Go ahead and get one sweetheart”

“You spoil her too much you know mom” Stevie said as he came into the living room where she was.

“I know I do but look at them cheeks”

Stevie stood by the couch and stared down at his mom, his heart ached at seeing her looking weak, something he never thought he would ever see or say about his mom. To him she was the strongest person he had even known and possibly would ever know. It had been just over a year since her diagnosis and though she was getting chemotherapy it wasn’t doing much other than delay the inevitable.

Two months prior Y/n and Bucky celebrated their fortieth anniversary, their children planned and organised a party for them at their home. Family and friends were all there to celebrate the love and memories of their time together.

Y/n cried at the surprise and seeing all their loved ones all together, Bucky cried knowing it was the last anniversary they were going to celebrate.

“H-how are you feeling today mom?”

“I’m okay don’t worry about me pumpkin”

“Mom-“ he sighed softly he knew she was still putting up a front, still trying to keep up a positive outlook though all those around her could see her smile fading everyday. “How are you, really?”

“I-I’m scared of dying if I’m honest Stevie, b-but like I told your dad I’ve lived a great life so I’m okay with what’s happening”

Stevie sits next to his mom holding her hands as he started to struggle with keeping his tears at bay. The strongest person he knows had just told him that she was scared. He didn’t realise that he had tears falling from his eyes until Y/n reached out and wiped his cheeks.

“Oh don’t cry my dear boy, everything will be okay I just know it”

“B-but you’re going to die mom, your d-dying an-an-and I can’t do anything to s-stop it from happening” Stevie stuttered out, he was always the one out of the four siblings that wanted to help everyone and anyone, he always felt like he had failed somehow if he couldn’t help people.

“St-Stevie look at me- oh my sweet boy everything is going to be okay I promise. You can’t control this and neither can I but everything will be okay”

“B-but what do I do without you momma?”

“Live your life to the fullest, love until your heart and soul are content, make memories and for the love of god keep being yourself Stevie. And when things get tough just look up at the sky night or day and just know I’m looking down on you, even though I’m not going to be here physically doesn’t mean your getting away from me, alright?”

Stevie nods with tears running down his cheeks, hugging his mom tightly and promising her that he will do everything she told him too. They separate when Quinn comes stumbling over with chocolate all over her face, smiling widely not understanding the conversation between her dada and nanny.

A month after having that conversation with Stevie, Y/n took a turn for the worse. Bucky knew the end was near for his Bunny, when that realisation hit him he went to the toilet and puked up.

On Wednesday 20th August, Bucky stood from the doorway watching his wife, his one and true love, his Bunny sleeping in their bed, his coloured eyes went from her face to her chest to make sure it was still rising.

“Y-you watching me sleep Ducky?” Her soft voice whispered filling in the quiet room.

“Of course my sweet Bunny”

“Duck-“

“Not today baby please”

“I-I don’t think I have another d-day in me Duck”

“Pl-please Bun”

Y/n smiled weakly, slowly patting the bed for him to come over. Holding his hand she raised his hand to her lips where she placed a lingering kiss to his knuckles.

“I-I don’t want the kids being in the room when I go Ducky, please promise me that they won’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not fair on them to see me go Ducky, so please promise me”

“I-I promise Bunny, I promise”

Hand in hand for about thirty minutes, Bucky slowly stood and stumbled downstairs to grab his phone. Ringing Georgia his voice shook as he told her that she needed to get everyone to the house so that they could say their goodbyes, leaning heavily against the counter his heart cracking when he could hear his oldest child breaking down on the other end of the phone, he could hear Billy’s voice cracking in the background as he tried to get their children ready.

Coming off the phone to Georgia he rang Jamie to tell him the same, he knew he was currently with the twins. He rang Tony, then Steve asking his longest friend if he could tell everyone else, he simply couldn’t have that conversation once again. Climbing the stairs and heading into their bedroom Bucky sighed a breath of relief when he noticed her chest still rising and falling, he let her know that everyone was on their way. 

“Duck, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Every day for the past forty three years” Bucky admits with a smile.

“Thank you for the best years of my life James, you’ve al-always made me happy you know? You’re my world, my light, my better half my love, I’ve lived a life full of happiness and I’ve known true love because of you, so thank you Ducky”

Bucky makes no attempt to wipe the heavy stream of tears away, he tries to find the words to tell her how much she means to him but before he could find them the bedroom door opens revealing his greatest achievements.

Their children.

Bucky sits back and lets his children and best friends say their goodbyes in their own ways, his heart feeling heavier and heavier the longer they are there. He sits there with his hand in hers watching his Bunny smile at each member of their very large family, he knows that she accepted her fate the moment the doctor told her the news, he knows even though she’s scared of death and of the unknown that comes with it, scared of leaving her loved ones behind and of the thought of never seeing any of them again.

Despite the ending of her story coming to an end so soon she still keeps a smile on her lips, trying to show her family that it’s okay, it’s okay that she’s going to be going to sleep soon and never waking back up.

After an hour of being surrounded by the people who meant the world to her she gives Bucky a look silently telling him that it was time. Choking back a sob he tells his children and best friends that they needed to leave, each of them confused until Y/n speaks up and tells them that she doesn’t want any of them being there, each of them trying to protest - fear and the truth of what was happening making them stay in place, until Bucky gave them all a single look. 

The family they created stumbled out of the room, holding on to each other. Before shutting the door behind him Tony took one last long at his baby sister, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

Bucky climbing into the bed next to his only love clinging to her like a lifeline.

“I love you Bunny, I love you so much Y/n thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be yours. I-I love you, I love you.” Bucky whispers as he sees the eyes belonging to the only woman who he’s ever loved purely and deeply, the woman who he watched give life four times, the woman who gave his life meaning. The woman who he’s loved since he was an innocent little child who didn’t really know the meaning of love, starting to flutter closed.

“I’ll be with you soon my love” he again whispers, so terrified to speak any louder as she would hear the way his voice cracks, he needed to be strong for her. He couldn’t let her down.

Georgia walked into the room with slow timid steps. Falling to her knees with a loud thud she releases a gut wrenching sob which has her brothers, uncles and aunts flinching and bowing their heads.

“Wh-when do we get to give nanny her birthday presents?” Rory asks innocently, completely unaware of why everyone was crying.

Standing in front of so many people, many she knew, many she didn’t. Georgia though her heart ached as she stood at the podium next to her mommas coffin she smiled. Smiled at seeing that so many people had come to say goodbye and pay their respect to her beautiful mom, smiled at seeing them all dressed in bright clothes. Georgia told everyone that she didn’t want anyone wearing black.

Georgia smiled at seeing all the people who had gone to Y/n to seek help had arrived at the church. The air got caught in her throat when she saw the four women and the first man who were the first people to arrive at Y/n’s sanctuary were all sitting together.

“My mom was the greatest woman I had ever met, strong and beautiful. Her heart knew no bounds, she always saw the good in people. My mom was my best friend, the person so many people could turn to for help or a shoulder to cry on o-or just someone to hold them. My mom is and will always be my hero. Her laugh was infectious and so was her smile, my mom would make jokes about things that weren’t really funny but she would laugh and you just couldn’t help but laugh along. She truly was an inspiration to me and too many others. Her love for my dad was beyond words, she loved him so deeply and wholeheartedly, so purely. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of Y/n Barnes”

She looks towards Billy who nods slowly as to encourage her to continue. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

“My dad was incredible, funny, loving and one of the kindest men I had ever met. My dad was the reason why my mom was able to create Grace and Bunny’s Haven, he supported her every step of the way, supported strangers and friends. His love like my mom’s knew no bounds-“ the feeling of her throat drying and closing has her coughing lightly.

“I’m sorry. The love my dad had for my mom was so strong that everyone who knew or just saw them together could see how much he loved her, could see that my mom was his whole world. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of James Barnes”

Looking sadly at her father’s coffin lying right next to her moms she breathes deeply. “On behalf of my family I would like to say thank you to all those that have come today, thank you for donating money towards Grace and Bunny’s Haven, thank you for your kind words and stories of how our parents touched your lives. Tha-thank you”

Steve watches his niece as she steps down from the podium, her hands shaking as she moved towards Billy who stood up and took her hand in his. “I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered into her ear. He smiled at the memory of Bucky doing the same to Y/n when she spoke at Maria’s funeral.

He looks at the two coffins lying there, knowing that his two best friends were in them, knowing that one died of cancer and the other of a broken heart, made his eyes sting with unshed tears.

Y/n passed away in the arms of her Ducky.

Bucky passed away with his arms around his Bunny.

And side by side they were buried next to their parents.

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A/N: I was listening to Elvis Presley Bridge Of Troubled Water and Always On My Mind writing their deaths…and when I say I was sobbing I mean I was s. o. b. b. i. n. g.

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[silvermoon424]

what's an unpopular opinion/hot take you have about sailor moon?

Not sure how hot of a take this is, but I really don't like how, in the manga (and to a lesser extent the 90s anime), the Senshi are expected to sacrifice their dreams and relationships in the name of protecting Usagi and performing their Senshi duties. This is more of an issue with the Inner Senshi, but the Outers are affected too.

Like, the Dream arc has each girl think about their dreams and their futures and their aspirations... only for them to come to the conclusion that their Senshi duties and protecting the Princess are more important.

I kind of hate that. I want Mako to open her dream bakery/flower shop. I want Minako to become a star. I want Ami to become a doctor like her mom. I want Rei to take over the Hikawa Shrine as the head priestess (not to mention her many other dreams in the anime). And I want them to be Senshi while doing it.

It just bothers me because Haruka, Michiru, and to a lesser extent Setsuna, are shown being successful in their passions/careers while still being exemplary Senshi. Haruka and Michiru also have a loving relationship that, again, doesn't get in the way of their duties. So why are the Inners expected to sacrifice everything at the altar of Serenity? I know it's because they're her guardians/bodyguards, but still.

It just has the unfortunate side-effect of making Usagi look bad. Like, she gets to have her dreams come true while her friends are expected to sacrifice everything for her. That's not what Usagi wants at all; she loves her friends and wants them to be happy and to follow their dreams. She thinks they're so amazing and is their biggest cheerleader. So it just bothers me that the hyper-focus on Usagi unintentionally makes her seem self-centered.

[fandom-only]

The more I read Mafuyu's stories the more confused I am about why her mom is like that. She has the temperament of a good parent, being able to control her emotions, but she chooses to guilt trip her kid who was probably scared after getting lost? She reacted calmly at first, but went about scolding her like Mafuyu is intentionally hurting her by getting lost instead of getting lost because she's a kid and stuff happens.

Like, if you can stay calm enough that your first response is to not scold her but check in on her, why would you guilt trip your kid after? A simple, don't it again, would've scared a kid enough to not do it again. But no! It's you're turning out to be a bad girl instead. Oh I'm sorry, who wasn't paying attention to her kid in a busy theme park? Not Mafuyu, but you

Girl could've been kidnapped and you'd have found a way to blame her, honestly

Honestly it seems like her mom is the culmination of the worst of toxic culture mixed into one and making it generational. I'm still gonna believe my theory that it's generational and that Mafuyu is breaking the generational trauma.

If Mafuyu really did end up being a doctor, what then? Yeah she would've been a great one, but what then? Being in the medical field ia stressful enough, add to it her not being able to feel her own emotions, what's gonna happen to the patients who needs their doctors to go beyond the physical and Mafuyu can't provide that?

What was the point of all that she did?

Mafuyu's mental state is shattered, add to it the stress of the medical field, it's easy to see where it'll end up. Again add to it the toxic work culture Japan has, if she gets lucky she gets a normal hospital, if not, good luck. That girl is gone and never moving up to be a successful doctor with her people pleasing facade. They're gonna take advantage of her.

Honestly, Mafuyu isn't even my favorite on the priority list, but the fact her mom exists is the only reason I want to dissect her. As a (young) adult with a somewhat good upbringing, she confuses me. No matter how hard I try to think from her perspective I can't. And as someone getting how to care for yourself advice now, she confuses me even more. Work all the time is obviously not optimal but that's just how it is in her head. It is optimal because Mafuyu is focused on that, she'll get it. Which isn't true, as Farewell my mask shows, girl cannot focus because test day is near and the stress of upsetting her mom pretty much makes her crash and burn.

I have so much thoughts. It's getting too long.

[pablitogavii]

So... Gavi just got his surgery and thank god it's success. I think the reader is taking care of him after his surgery still at hospital and at home will be the major fluff <33

Hospital Bed

She was with me through it all, sleepless nights at home prior to surgery, anxiety about the outcome and now in the hospital bed awaiting my recovery.

My injury was hard on her most of all, because she was always scared of my way of playing and possibly getting hurt that way.

I would always tell her to be tranquilla and that I will be just fine..until now. She had to watch that on the tv screen and the rest of the night was awake until I arrived home.

It wasn't based on rules allowed for her to stay but when doctors saw her laying in my arms finally asleep after days of worrying about him.

"Tan monos..need to give you IV" nurse said smiling at your sleeping face while quietly renewing Gavi's port. Then Belen and Aurora came in placing the blanket on top of both of you.

"Pedri and Laporte wanted to come check on you today cariño.." Belen said and Pablo nodded kissing the top of your head making his mom smile.

"We'll leave you two to rest..want me to bring you anything from home later??" she asked and Pablo gave her a list of things he wanted feeling really scared in the whole hospital setting.

Another hour passed as my friends walked in and I showed them to be quiet cause she was still sleeping. They smiled at two of us nodding and speaking quietly. She moved a little and he placed my hand on her head playing with her her to lull her back to sleep.

"Y/N seems very tired..must of been terrified for you??" Pedri asked and he nodded explaining how she refused to sleep until my surgery was done.

You slowly woken up hearing other voices nuzzling your face into Pablo neck while yawning before rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"H..hey guys..why didn't you wake me up?" you said and everyone said it was alright and that you slept very cutely in your boyfriend's arms. Made you blush.

"Did they come for your IV??" you ask little lost in time and Pablo giggled saying that was hours ago.

"How long did I slept??" you ask and he said making you shocked and sit up to stretch up a bit and drink some water.

"We will leave you two alone, lovebirds..see you soon Pablo" they said waving and leaving the room while the two of you stood there looking at each other with bright smiles.

"You did look so cute..sleeping in your boyfriends arms" he said and you blushed laying back down and kissing his cheeks lovingly.

"Hmm I love my boyfriend very much" you said and Pablo chuckled kissing the top of your head gently.

"How are you feeling Pablito??" you ask and he reassured you that everything is alright now.

"We're already leaving the hospital tomorrow" he said and you smiled looking up at him still with sad eyes wondering when will he really be alright again.

"Pablito..?" you said and he looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Promise me you won't try to speed up this recovery..that you will let yourself fully heal?" you say and he smiles knowing that you know him very well. If he could he would already be back on that pitch playing football. But he knew you and his family worried.

"I promise, mi amor..not until you give me okay?" he smiled and you as well leaning up and kissing his lips lovingly.

"Can I tell you something preciosa??" he said and you nodded

"I hate hospital beds..being here alone would have drove me crazy..thank you for not leaving me" he said and you pouted nodding your head.

"We're in this together Pablito..siempre" you said and he leaned down to capture another kiss from your soft lips.

"Siempre, mi amor.." he said and it really ended up being like that. Next eight months you were his biggest supporter..helping with his physical therapy..being there to listen when he got bored or annoyed..stayed home with him whenever school was out and allowed him to lean on you this time. Pablo really much appreciated having you in his corner..and recovered fully with your help.

[ronearoundblindly]

Ari- Baby is sick for the first time

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader (now fiancé)

New Parent Panic, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

Warnings for protective!Ari, Ari not communicating, you doing the same, and then everyone gets their shit together and it's fluff. WC 2k *Off in the distance an ol' timey man pops up: "An argument, you say? You wrote an argument?? How different from your usual!!" Ha-ha. Yeah. We get it. Ro's the same hoe as last year... **I am not a mother. I know what would reasonably be categorized as zilch about babies. I have, however, seen this overwhelmed and guilty behavior from several of my peeps as they raise their youngins, so that's good enough for me. You're doing fine. I promise.

Sure, there was the rather severe diaper rash incident, and the time when nursing her turned your nipples into raw portals for a newly-discovered circle of hell, but nothing could have prepared you for this day.

Rachel was...meh this morning when Ari left for work. A little whiny, not sleeping well, but she's an infant; that's not new. Overall, she's actually been a very straight-forward baby.

And then you don't know what happened.

You napped very hard until noon (after only a moderately successful feeding) and by then Rach had a fever.

You called the nurses' hotline. You gave her the dose of baby meds. You're trying to keep her hydrated, at least, if she can't be happy right now. You just have to stay vigilant and wait it out.

But that's not easy.

She's crying and won't sleep, she'll barely eat, and you don't have a separate car. You only want to call Ari if it's to say "we need to take her to a doctor." You're not there yet.

So you do the shittiest feeling thing you can think of, the most painful thing, and you wait.

You don't sleep. You barely eat. You take Rachel's temperature like you are monitoring the possible meltdown of a nuclear reactor. One wiggle of a degree in the wrong direction, and that Bat Signal is going on.

I can do this, you tell yourself. I've wanted to be a mom for a long time, so I can do this.

Except you don't sleep and barely eat.

Ari arrives home precisely when he said he would, the exact number of minutes (after work shuts down for the day) that it takes to drive to the house, predictable, dependable, and utterly useless when he opens the door and asks "why is she crying?"

"Because she hates me," you blubber, holding her to your chest, arms cramped from cradling her for so many hours at this point.

"She need meds?"

Of course, I gave her the fucking meds.

"Hungry?"

No, asshole, I purposefully starved your fucking child for my own amusement.

"Calm down," Ari snips back. "I'm just trying to help."

Well then fucking help me!

By now, you likely look as if you're in a war zone: disheveled, manic, and possibly--definitely--hostile.

"Okay, okay, let me just take a piss and then I'll hold her."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. Whatever you need." You turn your back to him before grumbling, "not like I haven't had to hold it all afternoon..."

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom."

"No. I already have her."

"Fine. I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret.

"Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly.

You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

"I swear, woman," he mutters as you leave, but you're glad he can't hear you sniffle back a sob.

It should be reassuring that the nurse has no new advice for what to do. You're doing everything correctly. You're doing all you can. Don't worry. Keep checking her temp and giving her whatever fluids she'll take. That's all for now.

It doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't feel like all a mother can do.

Ari? Ari waltzes up to the fridge and cracks himself open a beer.

You don't even have words, only flaming hot vibes that will melt his face like a Spielberg movie--you have got to stop watching movie marathons during late-night breast-feeding--if you stare hard enough at his casual blue gaze.

"So," he begins, "you figure out what I gotta do?"

What had been steady whimpering from Rachel has amplified into wails that bring tears to both hers and your eyes.

They just fall down your cheeks, and you wipe them from your chin before they can fall onto your screaming child.

Ari's judging frown makes your stomach turn while he steps closer, bends at the knees, and takes his little girl in hand.

Less than a minute later, Rachel stops, and you just cannot fucking handle it. The only quiet moment you've had in six and a half hours he gets to enjoy moments after coming home.

That's not fair. Cure fucking cancer already, Levinson, and save us the goddamn grief!

The tears and the tired are choking you.

Ari tells you to go freshen up in the bathroom, but that is the most horribly wrong way to say anything to you, ever, in a moment like this.

You stomp out the front door, rip open the sliding back door of the SUV, and crawl onto the cab floor. Once the latch clicks behind you, face buried in the blanket kept on Rachel's car seat, you scream.

You whimper and you cry and you get your fucking time to be angry at all your feelings today because it's bullshit.

You didn't take your own temperature. You didn't get rest and drink plenty of fluids. You didn't take any medicine. All you keep going over in your mind is whether or not you were sick first. Did you have something you gave to your daughter? Is this your fault?

So the tears and the choking continue for...as long as they take.

You don't know how much time has passed before the car door is yanked open again. Thank the stars you are facing away. You can't look at Ari right now.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

His big, warm hand rubs across your back, making you sink further into the upholstery.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

Ari likes to call Rachel a part of his 'squad,' so he talks to your infant daughter like they're going on 'missions' to the store or getting a bottle from the 'mess.' Your bedroom has thus become the 'barracks.'

Sometimes, he holds her sitting up against his chest and uses her feet to 'march' the pair of them across the house.

Left. Left. Left right left.

And almost always, there's a giggle, too.

"Up you go, kid," Ari huffs, maneuvering you into his arms.

"No," you whine, so tired you can't tell what it is you don't want.

He just keeps saying, "I know. I know," until he's carried you inside.

Instead of taking you to the couch or the bed, Ari sits you both down in the front hall, balancing you on his lap while he loosens his boot laces and finally kicks the sturdy shoes off, placing them on the mat a couple feet away.

He presses his lips to your temple, rough beard gently scrubbing over your eyelid and cheek.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. He doesn't expect to have this same argument again, not like this, but his point still stands. "You know, you're warm, too."

If it's another question, you don't answer that either. You change the subject.

"Did you take her temp?"

He nods, and the number he tells you is the same as it was thirty minutes ago, or rather, thirty minutes before he came home.

Ari squeezes you tighter. "You want to get into bed, and I'll bring your some juice and meds, huh? Meet you in there?"

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He pulls away, smacking his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

How are there more tears left in your body? You should be nothing but a shriveled husk at this rate.

"Bullshit," he practically seethes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop."

"--you were--"

"Stop it," he blurts, firm and serious.

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!" Your most powerful voice only comes out as high whisper. "Me. I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done, and I thought I could just--" you swing an arm out dramatically "--and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

"No, kid. She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause your comfy and you smell good--"

"--not sure about that--"

"--and she loves you," you bemoan.

Ari snorts out a laugh.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, soothing you with petting hands wherever he can reach. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

He finds your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it, spinning it gently on your finger. He hasn't gotten to make good on his promise. Planning a wedding, even a small one, with a newborn is almost impossible, but that seems to be part of the problem.

Anything to do with you or you two feels selfish when there's three. Guilt grips you when you stop to daydream about your big day because it's not about Rachel. She's the most important thing. She will trump you forever as the single most--

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari's timbre rattles close to your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat.

"Almost not fair, really," he drawls. "You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile, the salt from dried tears on your lips flooding your mouth.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" Ari scuttles on the floor to evade your attack on his ribs. "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He easily grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

There's a different lump of emotion lodged deep in your chest. You only nod because you can't speak.

He makes your foreheads meet.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

That's when you realize what bothers you so much: Ari should need you to raise Rachel, but you never truly acknowledged you might need him to raise her, too.

This enormous weight of clutching every thread of life in your own two hands isn't real. You can share. You are meant to share your life with Ari. Ari is meant to share his life with you. Rachel shares life with you both, as she is meant to share with everyone around her. It's a lesson she has the opportunity to learn a lot younger than you, apparently.

He gets you to drink a whole bottle of water. He brings you some food and medicine while he handles some laundry and cleans out the day's bottles. He leads you with both hands to the bathroom, finally, and then gets you settled in bed.

As you fall asleep, you watch Ari take Rach's temperature again.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand over her.

"High five?" he whispers. "No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

The last thing you see is Ari playfully lifting her from the basinet, sneaking out to the living room to enjoy a movie marathon, just for a little bit, snuggling together while he winds down for the night.

All that matters is she's safe and happy.

That, and of course, waking up in Ari's arms, listening to his slow breathing and Rachel's faster, baby huffs. You can handle anything because you made it through today and you have them.

[Ari's POV for this day]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you think Riddle is so short because of what his mom made him eat ?

Like only making him get the perfect amount of calories like in his overblot backstory

Maybe it is because his mom is also short? Anyways she doesn't seem tall, also where is his dad.

***PLEASE NOTE: I am NOT speaking as a dietician or a doctor; the information and interpretations presented here are based my own scientific knowledge and research, and apply ONLY to the analysis of a fictional character. This post is NOT meant to be taken as any sort of medical or dietary advice.*** Personally, I'm not of the belief that Riddle is short due to his controlled dietary intake. In very simple terms, calories can be thought of as the fuel you burn to get through activities. While a caloric deficit can contribute to stunting of growth, I don't think this applies to Riddle since he lives a relatively sedentary lifestyle (sitting and studying) and is provided an adequate amount of calories per meal. I want to take a quick moment to dispel the commonly held belief that Mrs. Rosehearts underfeeds Riddle. This seems to sprout from a misinterpretation of a line in 1-25 when she is serving Riddle a birthday meal. Here, she states the exact amount that Riddle must have in order to not overshoot 600 kilocalories. This is led some fans to think that Mrs. Rosehearts restricts Riddle to 600 kilocalories a day, which is just not true. From the dialogue, it is clear that Riddle is granted 600 kilocalories per meal. Assuming 3 meals a day, that means 1800 kilocalories per day, which is very close to the recommended 1745 kilocalories for the average 8-year old boy (not accounting for fluctuations from individual child to individual child). This is a perfectly normal intake, but is appears strange at first glance because very few parents actively calorie count what their child eats to this extent.

Back to the original topic, nutrient intake also contributes to height. (Think of nutrients as the building blocks to a building called your body, and the calories as workers or the 'energy' that assembles the building/your body.) However, that doesn't mean that I think Riddle didn't get enough nutrients; it is possible to have low calorie meals which are nutritious. (For example, athletes may have to follow specialized diets in order to attune their bodies to whatever sport or activity they do. Similarly, Vil crafts a diet for the VDC/SDC squad in book 5 which cuts out junk food, is overall lower in calories, and still provides the group with the energy they need for practice.) Mrs. Rosehearts has dialogue where she describes the nutritional content of the meals she has prepared, which seem to be tailored for brain function. I'm going to assume that those meals also adequately provided for Riddle's other nutritional needs. I don't have reason to believe Mrs. Rosehearts, a doctor and mother who is detail-oriented and hellbent on her child's success, would knowingly and intentionally sabotage his health.

It’s canon that maintaining physical wellbeing makes for a good mage (which is why NRC makes its students take P.E.). Additionally, eating well is said to be one way a mage can make a recovery from blot accumulation. If Riddle were eating poorly and/or was of poor health, that would only mean struggles with concentration and his magic suffering the consequences—and that’s very much counterintuitive to the success that Mrs. Rosehearts envisions for her son.

You don’t need an abundance of calories or nutrients for growth and development. The excess will get stored as adipose tissue/fat or (depending on the nutrient) exit the body as waste. It’s important for a child to be fed well in order to grow properly, but generally if they aren’t malnourished (ie getting less than what they need) then they wouldn’t be stunted.

By in large, genetics is the major deciding factor in height. I believe current studies suggest as much as 60-80% of one's height is predetermined by DNA sequences (although those DNA sequences can be altered by the environment and outside other factors). It could very well be that Riddle is just short because his ancestors had the "short" gene. Looking back at manga images of Riddle's mom from the manga, she doesn't seem that short to me. Even when Mrs. Clover is bowing her head to her, both moms appear to be about the same height (if Mrs. Clover were standing). Maybe Mrs. Clover is a little taller (it's hard to say just staring at the image), but not by a lot. If I had to guess, they seem to be about average height for women. That doesn't mean anything in terms of genetics though, you could be any height and still carry the "short" gene to pass onto your children (the shortness trait just isn't always expressed outwardly.)

If I had to guess, I’d say Riddle is just “naturally” short or drew a bad lot in terms of genetics (since his height seems to be a sore spot for him). He’s about that age where most men will stop growing too (although some do grow well into their late teens and even early twenties).

Regarding Mr. Rosehearts, we haven't seen him yet but he's definitely mentioned a few times! He is said to be a medical mage like his wife and is implied to not have a happy marriage with her (according to Riddle). That's about all we know of him now. Some parental figures just get less focus than the other, and that’s the case for Mr. Rosehearts as well as many others (Mrs. Trappola, Mr. Spade, Mrs. Asim, etc.).

It’s possible that the short gene came from Mr. Rosehearts, but we don’t know for sure since we’ve never gotten so much as a silhouette for him. Again though, he could be tall or average but have an unexpressed short gene. I believe many fans headcanon him as short though, as the King of Hearts in the source material is smaller and meeker than his wifez

[porcelainbirdss]

those summer nights ⋆·˚ ༘ * kuroo tetsurou

japan, 1991. kuroo tetsurou just graduated college. due to his advanced insomnia, he’s trapped within his own house, unable to work. his parents finally come up with a solution. he moves to his grandma’s house in the countryside, but only for the summer. there he meets a certain problem called y/n.

kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

content warning: serious health problems, (kinda) unstable relationships with parents, slight enemies to lovers, this is an au where haikyuu takes place in the 90s, more warnings to come as i go on with the story.

ch. one - "don’t let the bedbugs bite." ↓

japan, 1991

kuroo tetsurou just graduated college.

if you were to ask anybody else, they would probably say that the time passed quickly. days flew over their heads. but not for him, no.

kuroo’s days always seemed to stretch on forever. a gray blur. they were mostly filled with studying, as he was at the top of his classes. one may say that’s a normal school experience.

there was only one, big issue.

he couldn’t sleep.

his first problems with insomnia started to take place during the fresh start at a new college. in kuroo’s mind studying was more important than sleep, as he was academically driven. maybe his issue was that he dreamt of reaching the stars, or simply because success was drilled into his head at a young age.

still, nothing changed the fact that his health deteriorated. everyone always pointed out his skin was pale, and the shadows under his eyes hung low.

he felt fine, telling himself that this lifestyle is only temporary, that he’ll change once he gets back home. it turned out impossible. whenever he tried to get a rest, all he could do was throw around. changing positions, trying to tire himself. none of that had any effect on kuroo.

he’d randomly pass out during the day. concentrating and doing daily tasks took a toll on him, rendering the man useless. no point in getting a job if he can’t even tell apart a spoon from the fork.

kuroo often wondered during those sleepless nights - how did he even manage to do well in college? right now his whole life was crumbling and he wanted to scream from frustration. actually, he often did, stuffing his head into the pillows of his childhood home.

it felt torturous.

eventually he began going to the doctors. filled with new hope, the man tried taking their advice. medication, health procedures, exercises. at first it seemed to be working, but then everything in his system crashed again. at some point no one had a clue on what was going on inside his body.

finally, it began to feel terrifying. not only the sleeplessness, but also the alienation. detachment from your own body. the lack of control. not being able to force your own self to do something as simple as sleeping. of course there was the inability to do most things right too, and forgetting major parts of the day.

whenever he passed out, time seemed to jump around the place, like a mischievous cat. it’s noon, now it’s evening. he was just awake - wait, he closed his eyes for a second, so why’s it dark? is it the next day or is it still today? perhaps it’s yesterday?

he often pondered - will it stay like that forever?

can anybody even live like this?

when kuroo’s head banged onto the table with a loud 'thud!', his mother rapidly stood up, hitting the wooden surface with her palm. the rattle was strong enough to knock over the weird concoction that kuroo cooked up a while ago. a lemon tea (if you could even call it that) with at least twelve spoons of sugar. yes, the woman was counting.

"kuroo!" she yelled, "enough of that nonsense!"

her remarkably loud voice was enough to stir the man out of his unexpected nap. his mother was seething. kuroo rubbed his hurt forehead with a frown, before looking up at her. then his eyes trailed over the spilled tea. a short noise of surprise ripped from his throat.

"oh, my drink…" he sighed, getting up to grab a towel. "i’ll clean this up, mom, no worries."

kuroo quickly explained, his tone slightly slurred as he slapped the cloth onto the table, attempting to soak up the gooey "tea" that just spilled all over, now dripping down on the floor. he tediously wiped. a long beat of silence filled the kitchen before it was over.

"see? done." he forced a smile, which probably didn’t seem authentic.

his honeyed eyes snapped towards his mother, seeking approval. her face distorted, only for a second. it happened often, seeing stranger things. sometimes they just… looked different, and kuroo already got used to it. no matter if that plant reminded him of a dog, sitting by the stairs. or if his mom’s face was replaced by the weather girl’s. at the end of the day, it was only his mind playing ugly tricks.

"kuroo. we need to talk," she demanded, "i’m worried."

"about what?" her son inquired, leaning over the counter in order to support his suddenly heavy body. "i’m fine mom, just a bit tired."

oh wow, what a blatant lie.

the woman circled over the table, now standing in front of him. her posture was as stiff as a violin string, and that usually meant no good. she crossed her arms, looking at kuroo with scrutiny. her eyes studied him for a prolonged second.

"you’re lethargic."

"what? no-"

"don’t you dare lie to me," she barked, her lips starting to tremble, "sometimes i look at you and wonder - how is he even alive?"

kuroo didn’t know how to respond to that. 'me too'? if others worried, then imagine just how troubled he was. they didn’t have to be in his place. none of his friends nor family had to struggle with insomnia. of course he was jealous of them, and obviously pained too.

seeing his unresponsive reaction, his mother continued, "and this is the main reason why you’re still unemployed. you— we can’t go on like this forever!”

here it goes again. the ''work talk''.

shame instantly washed over him. he wished he could sit down, and he felt his eyelids drooping. the ticking of the clock resonated loudly in the back of his mind. wait, where was the clock again? was it ever in the kitchen? no, never mind. that’s not important. right now he needed to muster up a response.

"uhh… i’m sorry. i’m not sure what to do myself." perhaps he sounded too uninterested. "i’ll… try to figure something out."

at that, the woman sighed and strolled slowly over to the chair, plopping down heavily. frown painted itself across her face. she supported her head with a fist, unsatisfied with her son’s answer. tension in the air arose as she observed his slumped silhouette.

kuroo fiddled with his fingers, biting inside his cheek. he parted his lips, thinking - "should i break the silence? but what do i even say?". before any sound left his mouth, the man’s mother got up from her seat. she swiftly rendered the distance between her and the phone hanging from the wall.

"i’ll call your father." she stated, fingertips grazing over the receiver. "we’ll talk everything over in person. i can’t handle having a literal wreck of a human under my roof."

sensing it was the end of their frigid discussion, kuroo simply nodded and headed upstairs. he reached his room, feeling like he should probably be angry. he couldn’t. time after time, he felt his emotions becoming duller. at first he was irritated by his mother showing zero understanding towards his situation, however now it seemed pointless. or maybe his mind was just too fried.

he fell down onto his bed, praying for at least an hour of sleep. last night he was blessed with astonishing thirty minutes. good enough, he thought. as he closed his eyes, the sun rays tickled his whole face. too bright.

kuroo got up to close the dark curtains, swishing them over his window.

"now that’s better…" he muttered, lying back down. he repeated someone’s words in his mind - stay still, relax, quiet down your mind.

nothing.

he lied, sprawled out on his bed in the most comfortable position he could find. it seemed like forever, and maybe it was. no matter how much he tried soothing himself, it never worked. why was he even trying?

another forever passed, and kuroo felt the agitation arising in his chest. he could not sleep. feeling close to freaking out, he reached towards the sleep medication placed on his bedside table. he rattled the bottle, and by the sound of it, there were maybe three pills at best. it would take at least two hours for the melatonin to kick in, and the effects were usually meek anyway.

his tired eyes trailed mindlessly over his walls, finally stopping at the diploma he hung over the desk. a badge of honor. one of the best students.

was it all worth it?

before kuroo had the chance to slip down the spiral of dark thoughts, he heard footsteps, followed by knocking. the man got up, cracking his neck with a small yawn. he opened the door, and the sight of his father failed to surprise him.

"how are you doing, son?" he asked, "me and your mother wanna have a word with you. can you come down?" his words were steady, but something was obviously up.

his father was rarely home, often working until late hours or running errands. whenever his wife called him home, it usually was for an important reason.

"yeah, sure." kuroo responded softly, trailing after his parent. he didn’t want to, but protesting didn’t have a point. it’s not like he had any choice to begin with.

he couldn’t help the ominous feeling creeping down his spine when he spotted his mother sitting on the couch with a pinched expression. uh-oh. something was definitely up.

he dragged his feet towards her, swallowing thickly.

"sit down with us," the woman spoke, patting the seat beside her, "i made you some tea. it’s a lemon balm - peppermint blend."

kuroo obediently seated himself next to his mom, his father taking a seat across them. the man eyed the tea made specifically for him. his favorite. he felt as if he was on some kind of politician meeting, his leg starting to bounce involuntarily. kuroo grabbed the cup, noticing that his hands were shaking from the exhaustion. nothing new.

trying not to spill anything, he drank a little of the warm liquid. somehow it had the opposite effect of relaxing.

"so… you’re kicking me out?" he finally broke the gravely silence, before realizing how straightforward he sounded. his tone was so apathetic it could seem as if he did not care.

and maybe he didn’t.

his parents looked at each other, shock blooming on their faces in vibrant colours. it instantly melted their harsh expressions into something more agreeable.

"no, of course not. we would never," his father began, leaning closer to him, "me and your mother simply came up with a certain idea.”

"one that perhaps could help you," she added quickly, trying to sound reassuring, "do you remember your grandmother?"

his grandmother?

oh. oh.

kuroo already guessed in which direction the conversation was going, even though it took his anguished mind a second. nonetheless, he nodded slowly, trying to listen to them with patience.

"as you know, she lives in the countryside," the woman continued, "we’d want you to live with her for the summer. the air and lifestyle will surely help you with your sleeping problems."

"when you come back, all rested and happy, then you could find a job. or maybe even try to start your own business, am i right honey?" the older man sent his wife a smile before focusing his eyes on kuroo.

both his parents ogled him with anticipation, making it impossible to refuse even if he wanted to. well, if nothing worked, then at least he could try their idea. the more he mulled over the vision of living far away from the city, the more appealing it appeared.

"i mean… why not?" kuroo’s lips curled up, probably being his first genuine smile in a while, "i could do that."

his mom and dad cheered together, patting their son’s back. the spirits in the room were lifted instantly. how simple.

in a more peaceful atmosphere they explained every detail to him, saying that he should start packing as soon as possible. kuroo felt as if they actually wanted to get rid of him, considering how suddenly happy they got. it didn’t matter.

from what he deduced, he should leave in about two days. with that, he began preparing. he met up with his friend, kenma, saying that he will be out of town for the whole summer. the younger man wasn’t opposed to the idea. he even went as far as encouraging it. well - if kenma thinks it’s something good, then kuroo was left with no doubts.

first of july, 1991

a rundown station welcomed kuroo, who was trying to fight his sluggishness. for whatever reason, he didn’t feel as energized as he thought he will. it was no surprise, though. during the last two days, he overall got about three hours of sleep. plus, he will have to tug his suitcase until he finds taxi. what a pain.

letting out a big sigh, he began walking. his luggage seemed more heavier than he remembered. perhaps it was the work of the cracked cement, which certainly made the whole route harder.

one hour passed and he lost his way. twice. but hey, at least he got to his grandmother’s house safely, right?

wasting all of his remaining energy, he dragged the suitcase towards the door and knocked. before he knew it, an older woman appeared in front of him, taken aback. kuroo’s jaw tightened, unsure of what to do. did she not recognize him? well, it could be the case. the last time he visited was probably ten years ago.

"kuroo…? is that you, my son?" she inquired, adjusting her glasses. yup, she did not recognize him.

"yes, grandma. that’s me. i—"

he didn’t even have the time to process what was happening before he realized that he was trapped in a gentle embrace. slightly confused, he hugged his grandmother back, smiling to himself. he didn’t expect such a warm welcome.

the woman pulled away, examining kuroo. she had to crank up her neck in order to look into his eyes, as he was towering over her. well, she was old and fragile. no wonder the height difference was so overwhelming.

"you’ve grown so much. i didn’t even recognize you at first!", she chuckled, stepping aside to let the man in. he thanked her with a nod before walking inside.

"i’m very grateful that you agreed to this. i mean- me staying with you.” kuroo felt himself stumbling over his own words. even though he tried to focus, the world before his eyes seemed to blur and spin.

"ah, no worries, no worries,” she replied, quietly shutting the door, "when i heard from your mother that you’re sick… i just couldn’t believe it. you were always such an energetic and healthy child." her tone was sorry, making it sound as if she was close to tearing up.

kuroo’s lips formed a thin line, suddenly feeling guilty. he shook his head, trying to appear unbothered.

"i’m not sick, grandma. i just have problems with falling asleep. i’m sure i’ll get better here." he smiled at her, before looking around the house.

it was… rustic, to say the least. but not in a bad way. he liked the atmosphere. everything seemed so cozy and somewhat soothing. he instantly got reminded of his youthful, carefree days. how he used to run around the house and play soccer in the fields with other children. he even invited kenma to spend a few weeks at his grandma’s- but the younger got ill after two days and had to go back.

"well, if you say so… anyway, i’ve prepared dinner and—"

she didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before someone opened the door.

a young woman appeared in the doorframe, carrying a basket filled with various stuff. from what kuroo could tell, it was only some eggs and vegetables.

he opened his mouth in order to greet the new face, but she overtook him.

"i brought everything needed," she smiled cheerfully at his grandmother before handing her the basket, "oh! also, my aunt wanted to give you her new jam." she kneeled, zipping her postman bag open and taking out two jars filled with some red stuff. it probably was strawberry flavored.

"thank you so much, dear," the older one chimed, taking the jars from her hands, "i can always count on you."

kuroo looked between the two perplexed, before finally someone decided to break him free from the awkwardness.

"oh, i’m sorry kuroo. this is y/n. she’s our neighbor. she moved in two years ago with her family, and has been helping me since. she’s a true sweetheart." his grandmother briefly explained, sending an apologetic smile towards her grandson.

the girl straightened up, her eyebrow quirking upwards. she placed her hand on hip, examining the black-haired man with scrutiny.

"and you?", y/n asked curtly, obviously awaiting for his introduction.

well, if you were to ask kuroo, she was every other adjective but a 'sweetheart'. he felt himself freeze under her electric gaze. he wasn’t shy, so why was he acting so dumb? he could as well drop dead from the embarrassment that his slow reaction caused him.

at the first glance, there was nothing remarkable about y/n. she was shorter than him, dressed in a humble summer dress. it was obviously stained from the soil. however, she measured him with perfect confidence and calmness.

the more he looked at her, the more intriguing she appeared in his eyes.

gosh, what on earth is he even thinking about?

"i’m kuroo tetsurou. i moved in for the summer." was all he could muster up. blame it on his tired mind.

the girl nodded. then she turned to his grandmother and said her goodbyes before leaving the house.

damn. she didn’t even cast a single glance towards him as she was walking out.

"well, she’s… certainly something." he muttered. hearing that, his grandma laughed before patting his back in a reassuring manner.

"she’ll grow on you, don’t worry. y/n is your age, so i’m sure you both will get along just fine," she let out a small chuckle, "for now let’s eat. i’ll show you your room later." the older woman stated, shuffling kuroo’s baggage to the side.

the two of them walked into the kitchen. kuroo sat by the table, earlier offering to help with serving the food, but his grandmother sternly denied. at least he could rest his legs now.

before long, in front of his eyes appeared the dinner. it consisted of his favorites during childhood. it surprised kuroo, making him smile at the rather big portions of everything.

they prayed and began eating. his tongue was burning, but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for more. the food was… oddly satisfying. when he was in tokyo, his diet consisted mainly of instant noodles and other trash that he dig up from the bottoms of the drawer. he was over the moon to say the least.

fortunately for him, grandmother didn’t really speak much about his insomnia. they conversed about volleyball, college, his travel here and such. it was a pleasant change.

whenever he was at home, his parents only wanted to talk about one topic. sleeplessness (or his unemployment). it bored him and made even more exhausted, as they didn’t even try to feel bad for him. now it was different. kuroo knew the topic will eventually come up, but for now he could take a breath.

later on, his grandma showed him his room. it was mostly empty, filled only with necessities. it also had a nice balcony he could relax on.

kuroo thanked the older woman before unpacking his suitcase. he troubled himself with putting everything inside the wooden wardrobe, and that made the time pass quickly enough. then he took his sleep medication, washing the pill down with tap water.

'it’s so quiet in here', he thought, before stepping out on a balcony. the silence was deep and engulfing. the only sound that interrupted it was the soft chirping of cicadas and night birds. the man looked around, taking in the sights. mountains, trees. everything was now submerged in the dark.

it took kuroo a while, but soon he realized that his balcony was actually facing another one. they were so close, he could probably jump across to the other one without a sweat. he didn’t know who lived there, but it made no difference. the man plopped down on the plastic chair, letting out a huff of air.

his poor brain was at the brink of what it could endure. his muscles ached. he closed his eyes, thinking that maybe, just maybe he could get some sleep. even for fifteen minutes. even for—

"just what are you doing here?!"

a high-pitched yell came from his right, stirring the man from his desired slumber. kuroo growled, already recognizing the voice. it was her. his eyebrow twitched, as agitation arose within his chest. hm, it was long since he felt so annoyed.

he pulled himself up, facing the girl on the opposite balcony. y/n was standing by the barrier, gripping it with her hands. her face was also contorted, but probably not as much as his.

"i’m living here! have you forgotten already?!" he yelled back. just how much nerve did this woman have?

"oh, how could i?", she sneered, "i just don’t understand why are you interrupting my relaxation time!"

"actually, you just interrupted my relaxation time. i was trying to get some shut-eye, but you come here screaming at me as if i am on your balcony!"

kuroo felt like a ten year old, bickering with some girl over a stuffed toy. her behavior was ridiculous, yes. however, he was acting absurd too. at the end of the day, they were on the same level of idiocy.

"hmph! whatever. you’ll get scared off by the mosquitoes anyway," y/n barked, "you city folk always end up crying and screaming whenever a bug comes near you! oh, no, a moth! ahh, ahh! a wasp just stung me! am i gonna die?!" she exclaimed in an overly dramatic way, flailing her arms around in a rather exaggerated imitation of people from the cities.

kuroo almost let out a laugh. almost. he had to admit- even though y/n was beyond annoying, she also had an amusing side to her. nonetheless, he wouldn’t let her have that one.

"and do i look scared of bugs right now? they’re harmless, you know. or maybe you’re speaking from your own experience?" he quickly snapped back, forcing his face not to form a smile.

"what? i used to catch bugs all the time when i was a kid!" she retaliated, furrowing her eyebrows.

kuroo leaned on the barrier, studying y/n’s face. the girl looked worn as well, yet she didn’t seem like giving up. her cheeks were hot, and she was still bustling with energy. that only reminded him of how much he wished to rest.

"you know what?", kuroo began in a much more laid back tone, "i’ll let you have that balcony for tonight, but only because i’m too tired to put up with you. goodnight."

he turned on his heel and went inside. a short "wait, i’m not done with you!" could be heard before he shut the door close.

the man clicked his tongue with irritation, rolling his eyes. y/n seemed to dislike him, even though she practically didn’t know him.

if he could describe her, he’d say she was full of herself and selfish. she probably looked down on everybody and was actually from a rich family, or something of the sort.

but… since y/n was helping his grandmother she couldn’t have been that bad. he remembered how eager she appeared, a big grin plastered on her face as the girl handed the vegetables to the older woman.

the bounce in her walk and slightly disheveled hair. stained sundress. the bag she carried around with various keychains, jingling whenever she moved.

yeah, she surely wasn’t that bad.

kuroo shook his head, getting rid of the weird train of thoughts that were spinning inside his mind. he paid a quick visit to his grandma’s room, wishing her goodnight before going to shower.

after his whole body was free of any grime, he changed into some fresh clothes he could sleep in. then he lied down inside his bed, turning off any lights. the man inhaled with ease, already sensing a difference between city and countryside air. the sheets smelled nice, soothing him into a more serene state.

he glanced at the clock for the last time before closing his eyes. it was 10 pm.

that night, kuroo slept for full four hours.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes: aaand that is the end! i’m aware that the intro was very long, but i wanted to cover everything before i got to the main part of the story. this chapter was kuroo-focused, but i’ll try to shift the perspective if needed.

also english is not my first language (as you probably can tell) so i apologize for any grammar mistakes or misused words.

[uptondixon]

Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

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[Chapter III] “What if I'm far from home?”

Jay recovers well and three months later Olivia finds herself face to face with him and Hailey again.

“Hailey,” Jay’s rough voice woke Hailey from a light sleep on the chair next to Jay’s hospital bed. 

“Jay!” she got up and held one of his hands between hers, leaving a chaste kiss on it. 

“Hi, my love,” Jay smiled, the effort to do so appearing bigger than it should be. 

Hailey smiled back, “How are you feeling?”

He made a face and tried to change his position on the bed, a huff leaving his lips, “Everything hurts.”

“I’ll call the nurse.”

“No, wait,” Jay grabbed her hand. “Let us be for a while, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

Hailey stared at her stubborn husband. She knew he hated hospitals, and he also wasn’t known for admitting his pain, but she let him be for now.

“What happened?” Jay asked. “I mean, with my CI and the case?”

“What about hearing about yourself first, huh? The surgery was a success, but the doctor said you must take it easy for a while otherwise it won’t heal properly. You scared me, Jay. I can’t see you in this situation again.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited for you. You’re my partner, we do this kind of stuff together.”

“I should’ve insisted on going with you. Maybe if you had backup…”

“You can’t know that for sure, Hailey. If anything, you could be in my place right now so I’m happy I was alone.”

“Jay…”

“Let’s leave the what-ifs behind, okay? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” he was the one to kiss her hand this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, always.”

Jay smiled, “Where’s my kiss? Or do I have a bad breath? I don’t know how long I was out.”

Hailey laughed, kissing her husband’s lips softly. “It’s been a day and a half.”

“Wait!” Jay said. “What about the girl who helped me? Olivia. Is she okay?”

“She is, it’s a long story though. We found out she had run away from her foster family.”

“Why?” Jay asked with a frown.

“I don’t know, we talked with her social worker but nothing was wrong, it seemed like a teenager thing.”

“Really? You guys went there to check?”

“We did, Kev and I talked with her foster mom. She seemed good, and the social worker confirmed that.”

“Well,” Jay rearranged himself on the bed again. “Hopefully she will be okay. We can keep an eye on her just in case.”

“I exchanged numbers with her social worker. Told her to call me if anything happened.” 

“Of course you did,” he smiled, but then his expression became more serious. “If it wasn’t for her… I don’t even know Hailey.”

“Yeah, I was terrified hearing from another person that you were shot, but I was happy you weren’t alone.” 

“Me too, I still remember her eyes staring at me in a panic. She must have been so scared, Hailey. But she still did everything I told her to.”

“She was a little shaken up afterward, Kim and Kev said she barely said a word to them. But she was brave.” 

“Oh, about the case,” Hailey started. “It was closed rather quickly, I’m sure Platt and Voight pulled some strings,” she laughed lightly and so did Jay.

“The team found out your CI was still working for his old gang, when you called him asking for info on our case he told them and they sent someone after you.”

“Son of a bitch,” Jay said.

“Both your CI and the guy who shot you were arrested."

Jay looked like he wanted to ask a million questions but Hailey spoke before he had the chance, "But now I just wish to never think about this again, can we do that?”

Jay nodded, “You don’t have to, I promise this was the last bullet to my count,” he said with a smile.

“It better be, Halstead!”

⭑*•⊱ 3 months later ⊰•*⭑

Hailey's phone has been ringing for the past 5 minutes, her ringtone waking Jay up. Hailey came running out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her long hair dripping water everywhere. Jay smiled lazily at the sight.

“I'm sorry Jay, I forgot to turn it off. I came in so desperate for a shower.”

It was around 1 am when she arrived home from an extra shift. There was a situation in a women’s shelter and she and Kim decided to go and lend a hand. 

Hailey did a double take at her phone when she saw the name ‘Martha’, she was Olivia's social worker. 

Jay noticed her shock and said, “You're good? Who is it?”

“It's Olivia's social worker,” she said while picking up the call. Jay sat up, all the traces of sleep suddenly vanishing from his brain. Something bad must have happened for her to call at this hour.

“Martha? Hi, yes I can talk. What's going on? Is Olivia okay?” Hailey said. She felt Jay's presence by her side. 

“Of course, no, don't worry about that it's not a bother at all. I'm glad you called, my husband and I are going right now, bye.” She hung up the phone and turned to Jay.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Jay asked straight away.

“She ran away again.”

2:00 am on a Wednesday, in Chicago. Jay is doing the best he can to avoid thinking about all the possible scenarios that could happen to a 15-year-old girl alone at night. He and Hailey drove around Olivia's foster family neighborhood, checking places she could have run to. No sign of her. After checking all the places the family said she likes to go, Hailey and Jay started to think further.

“Maybe we should call patrol to help out on the search? Call in the team?” Jay said, already sounding way more stressed than he intended to. He knew she wasn't missing long enough to follow all the missing person's protocol, it's been 3 hours. One of the kids that shared a room with Olivia woke up to drink a glass of water and didn't find her on the bed and her clothes were gone from the closet. However, Jay can't help but think the worst. A lot of things can happen in 3 hours, right? 

“Let's check the nearest bus and train stations, if she's not there then we'll see what we can do at the station,” Hailey said, her tone filled with worry.

They got nothing from the bus station, it was almost empty and no one saw a girl walking around alone. But their luck changed at the train station. They noticed her from a distance, sitting down on a bench, a backpack by her side. She was waiting for the train that would come at any minute now. Hailey and Jay looked at each other with relief, moving in the direction of the girl. 

“Olivia,” her head spun toward the feminine voice.

“Hailey? Jay?” Olivia stood up, putting her bag on her shoulders.

Jay immediately tensed up, afraid she might run from them. 

“Olivia we just wanna help, okay?” Hailey said with a small smile. “Come and talk to us.”

Jay watched in silence, hesitant to say anything that could scare the girl away. 

Hailey continued, “Please, Olivia? Whatever you're thinking, it's no good being alone in Chicago at night, we know you know that.” 

Of course, she knew. Olivia was scared, she didn't want to run away in the middle of the night, but it was the best time to do this so she had to gather the courage and go. Always looking over her shoulder the whole way.

“We're taking you to the station,” Jay spoke for the first time, “You're not in trouble, but we can talk there, you can tell us what's going on. How does that sound?” 

Hailey nodded in affirmation to Jay's words.

“Fine,” was all Olivia said. She followed them to the car quietly. The train arrived when they left. If they had got there 5 minutes later, Jay thought. 5 damn minutes and she would be gone.

Olivia did not say a single word on the way to the station. Hailey and Jay tried every possible topic of conversation they could think of but it was useless. She shut herself completely. Hailey was the one driving and after giving up the small talk, she and Jay were exchanging worried looks in silence. Jay, especially, was in a lot of thought. Of course Olivia shut them out, she did not know them. Between that day at the alley when they first met, Jay being in the hospital and Olivia being sent back to her foster family, neither he nor Hailey had a real conversation with her. Jay realized that he didn’t even thank her. 

“I never thanked you for saving my life, Olivia,” Jay said after a long silence.

“It was nothing,” Olivia answered in a low voice.

Jay looked at Hailey in surprise, he was not expecting an answer at all. “What do you mean it was nothing, I could have bled out if you hadn't called my team,” Jay looked at her over his shoulder. “Thank you.”  

It was around 3 am when they got to the district. The three of them went over to the Intelligence break room to talk. 

Olivia sat at the small table close to the window. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Jay asked.

“No,” Olivia mumbled without looking at him.

“I’m just gonna go straight to the point Olivia,” Hailey said, pulling a chair and sitting in front of the girl. “What’s happening with your foster home? Why are you running away?”

“You don’t get it,” Olivia said, still not looking at them.

“Then make us understand,” Hailey said calmly. She looked at Jay silently asking for help, he came and sat beside Hailey.

“We just wanna help you, but we can’t do that if you don’t open up to us,” Hailey tried again. Olivia looked up, looking between them both.

“You don’t know us and we don’t know you,” Jay started. “But we want to get to know you, we want to help you.”

“Why?” Olivia asked.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Hailey answered. “You’re a good kid, you deserve to be happy. If your current foster home is not giving you that then we need to know.”

Olivia thought for a moment. She never expected to see Hailey and Jay again, let alone have this conversation. They were nice to her and she knew they were grateful for what she did for Jay. They probably think they owe her something and that’s why they’re doing this. Whatever the reason, maybe they can help her.

“Fine,” Olivia said looking at the pair. “There is nothing wrong with the foster family.”

Hailey and Jay stared at her in confusion. They did not believe she was running away for the sake of it, it made no sense.

“They feed me, they are nice to me, they give me fresh clothes and a warm bed,” Olivia said. “But that’s all it is.”

“What do you mean?” Hailey asked. 

Olivia took a deep breath before saying, “I’m just another kid to them. They’re good people and everything but that is not my home. I feel like an intruder there. I know I should be grateful, a lot of kids are not this lucky when it comes to foster homes, but I can’t help feeling like this. So I made a plan.”

“A plan?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah, I planned to leave Chicago and the foster system behind. I would miss Chicago but at least I was going to be my own family.”

Hailey and Jay looked at each other in realization. So that's why she was running? She just wanted to belong. 

“I know the system's not perfect Olivia, but running is not the solution,” Jay said calmly. “How would you live? And the people who know you? They would be worried as hell.”

“We would be worried as hell,” Hailey said. 

Jay nodded, “We would be the first ones looking for you out there.” Olivia smiled softly at that.

“Will you let us help?” Hailey asked.

“Mm-hmm, okay.” Olivia honestly had no idea how they could help, but it was worth a try, wasn’t it?

Here we go! How you guys like this chapter? Thank you again for all the love on the previous chapters!

[bouquetface]

Jack Harlow - Astro Predictions

I hope everyone just takes this as fun. I do not mean any disrespect in making assumptions. I am well aware, I do not know him or his life. Please take it as entertainment.

This is using a vedic chart. Predicting timing of life event (last section of this post) is using western & vedic methods.

I was going to do a personality and early life analysis but I feel I wouldn't be providing any new information. He's been in the public eye for a long time and has spoken about his life a lot. It would just seem like I'm noting down info from interviews. So here are some future predictions:

Spouse/Marriage:

7th H ruler (Jupiter) in 9th H - This shows the spouse is likely religious and highly educated. Jupiter being conjunct Ketu in 9th emphasizes she will be religious/spiritual. The nakshatra shows she may be in a scientific field and/or she will be a very analytical person - she gets to the root cause of problems. She might be a healer & highly educated like a vet, doctor, psychologist, lawyer etc. 

Since he is famous, I kind of doubt it’ll be these exact careers. Her intelligence and nurturing/healing ability may manifest in her personality rather than her career. Homes (or working from home) & health might be a big part of her career too. For example someone in the fitness industry could be considered a healer. She could have multiple sources of income/jobs as well.

She’ll be a motherly figure to her loved ones. She can be constantly looking out for their health, promoting healthy habits. She’ll be a good planner/scheduler - ex: reminding everyone what needs to be done/what’s coming up. She’ll have a good memory as well.

She is likely from a different cultural background. However, Moon in DK in 4th H shows it won’t be something completely unfamiliar to him. ex: Meeting someone from the same nationality as you in a foreign country. Or meeting someone foreign in a place you’ve visited before. Or Dating someone from a different ethnicity but they are from the same country as you. There is both familiarity and newness present.

Her own families legacy and/or origins might be important to her. She may be the eldest child and/or simply carry the family burden to be successful. She will likely bring wealth or physical assets into the marriage. Venus in 8th H of D1 and D9 usually shows the chart owner will benefit financially directly or indirectly from the marriage. She could be wealthy on her own or come from family money. They could make money together - like famous couples who get branded together & indirectly or directly make more money that way - blake lively+ryan reynolds, taylor swift+travis kelce.

DK in 4th H shows the spouse will influence their home and family. She’ll take on majority control over all home matters - location, which home is bought or lived in, how the home looks, family’s daily routine. Virgo is mutable so she’ll be somewhat flexible but at the end of the day she wants control. Virgo influence gives a spouse who needs control to feel secure. She’ll know when and what needs to be done for the home and family. At times she can be high strung about this - ex: the type of mom to keep urgently reminding everyone they need to be ready to leave at 3 when it’s still 11 AM.

Venus in 8th h - This shows relationships being a secret affair. In some cases, this shows relationships begin and/or end due to cheating. This can show the wife can become slightly overbearing or controlling to the chart owner after marriage. She can be suspicious and possibly secretive herself. On the bright side in a man’s chart this shows gaining through the wife and possibly her family. In his case with Mars and Mercury in 2nd from Venus this shows possibly gaining land/property through the spouse. 

& DK in a dual sign shows a duality to his spouse. In his case, she might show duality through being bilingual.

Duality shows the spouse isn’t as predictable & stubborn as a fixed sign nor will she be as compromising and adaptable as a mutable sign. She can be constantly switching from stubborn to relaxed - ex: for weeks she’s refusing to change her mind on something then suddenly she’s like actually yeah it’s fine or the opposite of this scenario.

Truthfully in his D9 (the chart that shows married life), there are some pretty big indicators for love affairs/cheating. So that dual nature may actually manifest as multiple spouses/marriages.

Timing:

It's kind to difficult to say when he'll meet his spouse since his SR are just so messy in regard to relationships. And SR depends on current location which likely changes often for him. So please rmr to take this entire post as entertainment ...

2030-2031/Age 31-32 - This seems like a year where serious relationship developments are occurring - specifically 2031. If he doesn't marry in this period, he could meet his future wife. Marriage / serious commitments seems likely tho.

2034-2035/ Age 36-37 - This seems a year where he is likely to have a child. However, due to MC & 5th H ruler conjunct Uranus in SR, it seems there is a shock factor in regard to children. The child may be a surprise either to the couple or the public. The shock to the couple could be there is difficulty in having the child like suddenly the doctors need to do a c-section. Rather than a child since he is an artist - it could be the birth of a new creative project. He might make a big move this year.

His first child would likely have prominent Venus in their chart - ex: Taurus or Libra rising, sun or moon. Venus conjunct ASC or Moon.

His third child is likely to have prominent Cap or Aqua (Saturn ruled) - sun, rising or moon.

If he does get married a second time, 2042/2043 (ages 44-45) is likely when it will happen.

RANDOM AF but Jack might have arthritis when he’s older and/or issues with his knees/bones.

Anyways if you got to this point, thanks and i hope you enjoyed it. don't take it seriously, it's all in good fun. wishing him the best tho <3

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 46 (Home to Henford)

Everett and Spencer Pancakes had worked hard on their marriage, but they still struggled in Oasis Springs so far from their families.

Then one day, Everett's phone rang. His hometown parish - the 400-year-old church in Henford-on-Bagley where he'd grown up listening to the scripture of the Watcher - needed a new priest. Though their sons were young for such a big move, they jumped at the chance for Greyson and Jett to grow up in their childhood paradise.

They moved in with Spencer's parents, Eric and Alice, at her childhood home in Old New Henford. With Lydia now in Brindleton Bay with the Goths, Spencer's parents had plenty of room for Everett, Spencer, Greyson, and baby Jett - and their dog, JJ, too!

Their first day back, Everett's twin sister, Malia, dropped by to visit and share some happy news. "Jamar and I are expecting!"

Everett knew his sister and her husband, Henford's young, successful doctor, Jamar Scott, had been trying for over a year. "That's fantastic!" Everett beamed, and Malia practiced holding infants by spending the rest of the afternoon entertaining baby Jett.

Spencer's work was primarily in Selvadorada and the only thing that kept her in Oasis Springs was the sun and Everett's old job, but being back with her family again meant everything to her. Not just having her parents, but her older sister Olivia lived with her own family just up the road on Old Mill Hill. Olivia's youngest was close in age to Greyson, and Spencer wanted their families near as they raised their own sons.

"I never realized how much I needed you until we unpacked our bags," Spencer admitted to her mother in the family room, while Jett snuggled with his grandpa Eric on the sofa. "Hopefully now that I'm home I can stop second-guessing everything I do as a mom."

Alice looked at her daughter with a generous smile. "You didn't need to come all the way home for us to know you're a good mother. Your boys love you, and we love them almost as much as I know you do."

Spencer dearly loved her sons, but she worried her ambition was too obvious. That maybe her sons knew she itched to fly to Selvadorada and immerse herself in her work, thousands of miles away from them. The way her sons and her job competed for her time left her overflowing with guilt, but now that she was home, she was more hopeful about the future than she'd been in years.

Everett's grandmothers, Agatha and Agnes Crumpcakes, were getting older. He was glad to be closer to help his father and stepmother take care of them. He felt a responsibility to his family as the eldest of his siblings, even if he was only five minutes older than Malia.

She was going to have a baby, Kash lived in Brindleton Bay with his husband, Wolfgang (Munch!), and Elizabeth was still in high school. Leaving his church and parishioners in Oasis Springs had been difficult, but being home with his family, and at the pulpit of his hometown church, felt like the choice he should have made when he and Spencer married five years earlier.

Everywhere they went they saw familiar faces, and their return began to heal Everett and Spencer's marriage even further.

They were home again, just in time for their dear friend Heather to bring Conrad to Henford to meet her loved ones... ->

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NOTE: The baby is Jett, Heather and Everett's biological child that she delivered as a surrogate. So far he looks like Heather. He even had her hair colour, but I darkened it because I'm already sick of it repeatedly showing up in Neal's descendants.

NOTE 2: Three days without Conrad and today without Heather, I know that's bold strategy, but I wanted this post to stand alone because a) I had to set up why they left the desert before Heather visits, and doing it in the same post was a little too verbose, even for me, b) that gorgeous church build needed to get some featured screen time, and c) we haven't seen Jett since he was born and the pic with his Aunt Malia above is the clearest one I have of him as an infant. Heather and Conrad (and Ash!) are all back tomorrow!

WCIF Henford's Church: Escombe Church in the Sims 4 Gallery by @simstruhistory/TeaWithTash (beautiful build, cc-free, and there's more historical content at their page!) This is a historical recreation of the real Escombe Church in England and I think it's got a perfect Henford vibe. It doesn't actually fit in Henford in my main save but I want to use it again to stage some funerals in the future and maybe weddings, too. I've referenced the 400-year-old church in Henford a couple times but never showed it because it didn't exist (*whispers*I didn't wanna build it) until I saw this one showcased here on simblr!

I'm so, so grateful to creators with build skills, mod skills, CAS skills, all skills, saving me time to do the Sim stuff I really enjoy. 🤗

(Also I'm not a spiritual person, but I have Lumpinou's Rambunctious Religions mod installed because I was playing Ultimate Decades for a while, and just because I'm not religious doesn't mean some of my sims can't be!)

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

BRAD CHILES, JUDY REEVES, and FREDERICK "FRED" JONES, SR. FROM SCOOBY-DOO

Justification:

"Look. In the universe that most of the series takes place in, they are all absolutely perfectly terrible for each other. I want to see the three of them tormenting one another in the most horrific ways possible because the three of them deserve it. It wouldn't save them, but it sure would be fun as hell to see the three of them burning each other down in a perfect blend of toxicity and mutual pain! But that's not the version of them that I'm talking about here. I'm talking about the universe that Mystery Incorporated ends in!

Like, for anyone that's seen the show, we all agree that the universe that the show ends in is horrific, right? The gang are in some bizarro "good" universe where everything bad that they were subjected to didn't happen. But the writers sure have a strange idea of a "happy" and "better" universe, right? Shaggy is successful, loved by his parents, and well on his way to become a famous chef. Velma and Marcie are dating. Daphne's army of older sisters… Are failures in life…? And Daphne is seen as the "successful" daughter because… She's still engaged to Fred…? Speaking of which, Fred, who experienced the worst of The Horrors(tm) gets the worst of it! His father aka the guy that kidnapped him as a baby and whom Fred decided was his only legitimate parent is now his school principal who has no real reason to be in Fred's life after he graduates, meanwhile Fred now has to live with his biological parents who were… Just the absolute fucking worst in the old universe! They tried to kill Fred and his friends on multiple occasions, and then they did the SUPREMELY fucked up thing of getting plastic surgery as part of an elaborate scheme to gaslight the gang into giving them an artifact that the gang were hiding by them kidnapping Fred and replacing him with Brad (who got plastic surgery to look identical to Fred), and gaslighting Fred into thinking that the world blew up and that he's hanging out with an elderly Daphne (who is actually Judy, his biological mom also having undergone plastic surgery… AND WHO HAS TO FLIRT WITH HER BIOLOGICAL SON FOR THIS SCHEME TO WORK). And some time after that scheme fails, they swear their loyalties to an eldritch abomination from another dimension, and get eaten alive for their troubles! While still looking like Fred and an elderly Daphne!!! Like… It takes a A LOT for one to make a good case that someone's kidnapper should actually be their victim's legal guardian… But Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated sure as fuck does it! And now Fred has to live with those two while he wouldn't really be able to see his only legitimate parent after he graduates! So like… It is genuinely no surprise that Fred decided to run away from home at the end of the series! But at the same time… Fred's biological parents in this new universe seem to be… Like… Fine. Perfectly nice people. They're doctors and deal with newborn babies in this new universe rather than being professional pieces of shit. So they genuinely did nothing wrong! But that doesn't diminish the trauma that their alternate universe counterparts made Fred go through! Trauma that Fred would still need to deal with! And now that they're in this new universe… It does bring up some questions… Because like… In the previous universe, Fred was kidnapped as a baby. We don't even know what his birth name would have been! Would he still be "Fred" if he wasn't kidnapped by a "Fred"!???? And if his name is still "Fred" in this new universe, then why!?

But do you know what would make all of this just a little less horrific and answer some questions…? Polyamory of course! Fred can't see his only real parent after he graduates? Well, Principal Jones is actually dating Brad and Judy! He's going to be over all the time, if not outright move in with them! Of course Principal Jones sees Fred as the son he never had! He only helped Brad and Judy raise him! And that's also why Fred is still named Fred! He was always going to be named Fred because Fred was always going to be named after the same guy! If they weren't allowed to include Mr. Jones' last name on the wedding certificate or the birth documents, by jove, they could at least give their son Mr. Jones' first name! And sure. Fred's only legit dad may not have any memories of the old universe. But he can stay in Fred's life and now comes with a wealth of experience of dealing with kids Fred's age and knowledge on how to deal with kids going through problems and dealing with trauma! I ship the Jones Parents Polycule where no one else does and I'm proud of it! Polyamory can just outright FIX many of the problems that I have with Mystery Incorporated! Polyamory FTW" - @maniacwatchestheworld