#that really raises my excitement and happiness level all that often

[suashii]

FIRST SNOW

info ⭑ itoshi rin x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff

note ⭑ there's a superstition in korea that experiencing the first snow with someone you like means you'll have a long and loving relationship with them! so i especially loved being able to write this for rinnie ❤︎‬

requested by @moonartemisia for my winter wonderland event (closed)!

it’s the second saturday of the month; one of the two days of the month that you and rin have designated to be your scheduled date nights. the itinerary often changes from date to date but the both of you agreed to enjoy a dinner out this time around. 

rin’s hooking the strap of his mask over his ear when the two of you exit the restaurant you’d just eaten at. it’s his attempt to keep his face concealed—so that your time with him is yours alone, uninterrupted by eager fans excited to have sighted the famous footballer. he offers you his hand when the mask is situated over the lower half of his face and you happily accept it, intertwining your fingers with his.

“is there anything else you want to do tonight?” rin asks.

you aren’t quite ready to go home yet but you don’t want rin to worry about hiding his face all night either. you hum as you think of the places you could visit that aren’t as busy as the heart of the city. an idea pops into your head and you turn to look up at rin. “wanna go walk by the water?”

“sure, if you want to.”

there’s a river that the two of you used to visit often when you were younger and rin drives you there. it’s been a while since either you have been so when you get out of the car, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.

it’s almost as though you can see your teenage selves walking along the water—your teary gaze when he told you he’d be leaving to train at blue lock and the way you bounced on the balls of your feet when he returned after what felt like an eternity away. you can practically hear all of your shared laughs drifting about the chilly winter air.

the sound of rin’s car door closing breaks you from your reverie, bringing you back to the present. the two of you meet in front of the vehicle and you hook your arm through rin’s, using your free hand to tug the mask down from his face to rest on his chin.

he levels you with a confused look at your action but you gesture to your surroundings, namely the lack of pedestrians wandering the trail at this hour.

rin cracks a small smile upon catching on to the reasoning behind your suggestion for coming here specifically. though, he starts leading you down the path before he speaks up. “that’s why you wanted to come here?”

“perhaps,” you drawl, resting your head against his arm. the sleeve of his coat is warm against your ear. “but maybe i just wanted to take a walk down memory lane. it’s feels like forever since we’ve been here.”

rin has never really been the sentimental type but when it comes to all the moments he’s spent with you, he can admit that he finds some joy in looking back at those memories. you represent a time in his life highlighted by comfort instead of competition, happiness instead of hopelessness.

he’s sure you know that by now, so he keeps his lips sealed and spares you the uncharacteristic show of sappiness.

his silence doesn’t bother you but the longer the two of you walk beside the water, the colder you get. you can feel goosebumps raising on your arms even under the warmth of your coat. it seems like you underestimated how cold it would get just off of the water. 

you’re ready to suggest turning around and heading home for the night when something wet hits your cheek. the sensation worries you that it's about to rain and the two of you will be caught in it without an umbrella. though, when you turn to express your concern with rin, you see white specks sticking to his dark hair before disappearing.

it isn’t rain, it’s snow.

“oh!” you exclaim, holding your hand out to catch the fluffy flakes in your palm, “it’s snowing!”

a snowflake lands on rin’s eyelash with your words, causing him to flinch away from the cold. you giggle at his cute reaction, stopping in your tracks to reach up and wipe away the precipitation from his eye with your thumb. 

his skin is cool beneath your touch but the contact warms you both and the warmth tempts you to stay where you are in front of rin. he doesn’t protest, choosing to place his hands on your hips. he leans down, touching his forehead to yours. dark strands of his hair tickle your face, drawing another laugh from your chest, a puff of white air appearing between the two of you.

the sight drags rin’s teal gaze to your lips and it takes only a short moment for him to dip his head down to capture them in a kiss. it catches you by surprise but you quickly reciprocate, thumb caressing his cheek as your lips slowly dance with his in the kiss. in the cold of this winter night, you’re beginning to be swallowed by warmth.

the frosty air is invasive when rin pulls away and you pout at his decision to do so.

he jerks his head in the direction where he’d parked earlier. “come on, it’s cold.”

you can’t argue there, so you sigh and nod in understanding. spending a short, pleasant moment during the first snow of the season with him is enough. and you suppose you can badger him for more kisses once you get home.

#[ ❄️ ] — WINTER WONDERLAND ! #₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #rin fluff #blue lock fluff #rin drabbles #blue lock drabbles

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader Headcanons Pt 2

Part 1

A/N: So it turns out you all enjoyed the first post and I kept coming up with more ideas so here we go!

Girl dad Rhys back at it again stealing all our hearts smh <333333

I feel like Rhys is really into family vacations! He loves taking time to just relax with his mate and his little shining star, often taking you and the babe up to the private cabin to just get away from the stress of being high lord and high lady. He really believes that the key to having a happy and healthy relationship with both you and your daughter is being “normal” and truly just being himself around the people he cares most for in the entire world.

He is definitely the kind of mate to have a secluded beach house, a quaint cabin in the Illyrian mountains, a cozy cottage in the forests that he personally designed. Ofc there is a huge master bedroom with an on-suite sitting area with a gigantic balcony that has the best views in the entire home. He also designs the perfect room for your babe, even including additional rooms for any future children you may have (which he is quite desperate for). There is a play room with lots of sensory development toys, a library that holds collections of all your and your daughters favorite books from different authors, there is definitely a pool (for late night skinny dipping), and a music room that has the piano and guitars so your daughter can learn how to play.

He adores playing chess with his shining star. She always wins against her 500 year old father despite being only 3. He loves watching her little pigtails bounce as she dances and jumps with glee, teasing her mama: “I won mama, you never win against papa, right papa?” Her chubby cheeks flushing with excitement as she stares up at you with innocent widened eyes. “That’s right my shining star, papa always wins,” his violet eyes glinting with starlight as he sends you a cheeky wink that leaves you feeling flushed all over

The asshole never lets you win, in fact, he always has a stupid sexy smug smirk on his face every time you play against him.

At some point during your relationship, you forced Azriel to teach you all of Rhys’ dirty tricks so you can finally win against him.

It did not work.

Man’s already had you figured out. Watching you with one eyebrow raised and a grin tugging at his lips every time you played a move where you thought you had the upper hand, only for him to end up winning.

It’s okay though… he ate you out for hours as a reward for trying so hard

ANYWAY

I feel like your daughter and Rhys are connected on a deeper level. Like I said, this male adores her. Treats her like a princess. Coddles her to the extreme while making sure she understands her privilege. Regardless… they just understand each other more than you could ever describe. It is that unconditional deep love that he has for her that makes their bond so special.

Any time she has a nightmare? Rhys is already awake and jogging towards her room to bring her back to your bed and let her sleep between the both of you or on his chest.

When she was just a babe, before she could talk, you could swear that with the way Rhys and her stared at each other, they were communicating and could understand each other. They still do that now. It is like they have their own language, inside jokes that end with high pitched giggles and Rhys tickling her and pulling her close to smooch her ruddy cheeks.

There was a phase your daughter had where she would try to sneak into your bed to sleep with you and Rhys. You would wake up every single time she tried, silently watching with a soft smile and bleary eyes as Rhys shush’s her as she stares up at him with her violet puppy dog eyes, “C’mere little love, shh don’t wake mama, s’okay, you can sleep with us tonight,” already leaning down to pick her up under her outstretched arms to settle her between you both. When she crawls in behind you and tries to throw her tiny arm around your waist, you will turn around with a gentle groan and pull her into your chest, tucking her head under your chin and planting a soft kiss to her fluffy hair so she can snuggle into you completely.

Rhysand still struggles to sleep some nights. Some nights, he wakes up gasping for air and clutching his chest, staring at you desperately while you rub his back and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. On these nights though, Rhys is completely content and at ease. When you and his babe are with him, you both are entirely safe. The thing is… he feels entirely safe too. He leans in for a quick peck before scooting forward to cuddle you both into him, almost immediately sliding back into a deep sleep with you both in his arms.

This male is also the most extravagant and outlandish fae you have ever met. This male insists on matching EVERYWHERE. Before your daughter was born, he would have clothes that were specially made for you both so that you could match wherever you went. Now??? This male has you AND your daughter matching with him.

Matching pajama sets??? A MUST

Regular every day wear??? Better be matching

training clothes???

“We are on the same team darling, we have to match,” he pleads as you stare at him exasperated as hell. He will even rope your daughter in, I cannot with him frl… “Isn’t that right my little star? You want mama to match with me and you right?”

And how are you supposed to resist your adorable daughter clapping her tiny hands and clutching at your dress, rocking back and forth on her heels with her violet eyes looking up at you, “Yes mama! Please match with us!” with the largest toothy smile, reminding you how she is growing up too fast

Matching starfall outfits?? Absolutely, without a doubt, its not a want, its a NEED

Male gets weak in the knees when he realizes that you and your babe are wearing your hair in the same hairstyle. He bites at your exposed neck and whisper begs for another babe.

Can we just discuss how adorable your babe is? Her violet eyes and ruddy cheeks that are so chubby every time she smiles with wild hair that can barely be controlled? Her round belly and tiny hands that barely fist around 3 of Rhys’ fingers and her feet that stumble and scamper through the marbled floors with delighted screams as Azriel and Cassian play tag with her. She is your little angel.

All that to say, Rhysand absolutely blows raspberries onto her tummy that results in squeals and laughter that make the stars shine brighter. He also loves to pretend to eat and chew on her toes and feet. They are his favorite “snack” as he likes to tell your babe.

Whenever she falls or hurts herself, she immediately comes running to you with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks and her arms sticking out so her mama can cuddle and kiss away her pain. Obviously a mama’s kiss is healing of all things. Rhys worries like a mother hen, fretting over her paper cut, “Should we call Madja darling?? Are you sure??? Look, she is crying!!! I think we should call Majda. She needs to clear out the clinic immediately so all of the healers can focus on her!!!” And you are just rolling your eyes and smooching away your shining stars tears and her boo boo. After she has calmed down a little, all she wants to do is cuddle with her papa, and he will immediately bring her into his arms and hold her against his chest, his fluttering heart with panic beating under her tiny head while he plants kisses all over her temple and forehead while checking her boo boo and signs of any other boo boos. He will also add his own kiss because, “papa wants to help too little love.”

You wanna know what Rhys thinks is the most adorable thing?? It is when your daughter follows you around and pretends to be high lady because she wants to be exactly like her mama. She drinks her milk from her sippy cup and pretends that it is the coffee that you drink every morning. She bosses Cassian around, forcing him to have tea parties with her to mimic gatherings with other courts, and loves when Mor dresses her up and gets her all dolled up. She loves joining you and Rhys in your shared office and acts like she is “in charge” of meetings, often falling asleep in the chair with her belly sticking out of her shirt that is riding up, milk dripping out of the sippy cup onto the wooden floors as it hangs out from her hand, soft snores while you and Rhys discuss political strategy softly in the background, kissing her head every so often to see that tiny sleepy smile as she shifts deeper into the sofa.

Rhysand has no strength against her. One messily pout from her gets her whatever she wants. Some high lord he is (affectionate in love eye roll)

She wants a horse?

“But darling, it is just a tiny project with 100 stables and 100 horses. It is entirely plausible. My little star deserves to have all the horses she wants”

She wants a pup?

“Okay little love, but we have to convince mama first so make sure you give her your puppy dog eyes okay?” (Smooches her cheeks ten times before settling her on his hip and making his way to your office)

She wants new shoes?

“My heart… she only has two closet collection of shoes… she should have at least fifteen as the future high lady!”

“Rhys she is only four.”

“That doesn’t matter darling! She deserves the best of the best, just as you do.”

She wants a new house?

“Sweetheart, we only have five houses. A high lord and lady can have a couple more. Especially if our shining star wants another.”

“Rhys, she does not need another house. She is fine.”

“But darling…” (whines like a baby until you give in and he builds another home for you)

She wants a sister?

“I think it’s time for another darling”

“You think so?”

“Yes darling, I-”

“I think so too husband.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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[hotpinkboots]

HAPPY B- DAY SIS ! I GOT A CAKE (with dhmis characters XD ) could you make Headcanons with red guy and a reader who got bulled ok um.. BYE! ( hope you like the cake )

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~ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪 x Bullied!Reader Headcanons~

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THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH, SWEETHEART, I LOOOOOVE MY CAKE!!!

~Enjoy~

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ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪

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~Oh honey, let me tell you, he is PISSED.

~Whoever is bullying you better look out.

~This depends on the level of bullying, of course.

~It might start with a little:

~"Hey. Don't do that. That's not...very nice. Stop."

~But if it gets too much, so much to where it's truly ruining you, he might even work up the anger and courage to yell.

~And it's not fun when Red has to raise his voice.

~Red is more of a quiet, "let me sit in the corner and deal with whatever is happening, I don't have a choice anyway" type of guy, of course.

~So it might seem like he's not sticking up for you.

~And he knows that. He feels bad about it.

~Red isn't one to truly commit to anything...

~But he's certainly committed to you.

~He wants to be committed to his darling, even if he also wants to just lay there and do nothing.

~So he will let you rant to him. Red isn't very good with his words, but he's a wonderful listener....

~Red knows this is beyond, "But I just tell it to pipe down!".

~He won't give you some dumb advice like, "Just don't listen to them", he knows better than to say something stupid! If he can't think of something useful to say, he won't say anything at all, and will apologize that it happened to you, and offer you a nice little hug.

~Red would feel beyond upset (while doing a good job of hiding it) if you began to cry.

~Now it's not just a nice little hug, it's a wonderful big hug, which Red doesn't do often to anybody other than you.

~Now it's the whole "class when the quiet kid gets angry" thing.

~He's gonna go confront those scrubs. Nothing will go wrong, anyway, because even if something happens, he somehow...always ends up safe back at home...

~And he shall start by being nice about it- which, of course, probably doesn't work.

~Unfortunately, he'll have to get mean.

~"What? Listen, I'm asking you to knock it off, because you're really-"

~Those cruel bullies obviously take advantage of how quiet he is by talking over him to fight with him.

~"and I'm- oh my God--I'M ASKING YOU TO KNOCK IT OFF!"

~Oh.

~He yelled.

~Well, that certainly shook the Earth...

~Believe it or not, those punks are gonna get a real fight out of Red. Nobody can rile up Red. It seems impossible, but if it's for you, he'll push himself to do things he doesn't really like to do.

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Darling, requesting something like this can only mean that you really are getting bullied, or have been bullied in the past. Listen, honey, bullies only bully because they feel small and alone, so if they can make somebody else feel small and alone, too, they feel better about themselves.

Whatever anybody says to you, you keep shining like the bright star you are. Nobody can dim your light, even if it's blocked by clouds for a little bit- They always clear, dear.

As Mama Ru (RuPaul) once said:

"What other people think of me is not my business. What I do is what I do. How people see me doesn’t change what I decide to do. I don’t choose projects so people don’t see me as one thing or another. I choose projects that excite me."

You're so much more than what you think you are.

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[magickcandie]

John Deacon x Fem!Reader

In the rising fame of Queen, many journalists were often there to talk. More often than naught, the band found themselves repeating things before sending the reporter away. That was until Y/N L/N.

When she was there, she found a way to make herself like able. Speaking about the art of performing with Freddie. Roger’s song writing. Brian’s understanding of writing music. And most of all, she got John to talk and smile and laugh. None of the others could.

She was the one they sent whenever they needed information of Queen. And that became the only time John was excited for an interview.

“You guys have another interview.” Miami said, walking into the studio. “It’s with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s great!” John said, his tone of voice revealing how he really felt about said reporter.

Roger turned to look at the bassist. “That’s the most excited I’ve ever seen you for an interview.”

“Yeah, John, what is it?” Brian asked, just as curious.

“Nothing, just… interested in the… interview topics?”

“I think our lovely John is definitely interested in something, but not the interview.” Freddie said, coming to sit next to Roger and Brian.

Roger leaned forward to tease. “My my, Deaky, do you fancy Y/N?”

John raised his brows with a mischievous grin but shook his head anyway.

“You should totally take her out. It could be so romantic,” Brian said.

“No, I could never talk to Y/N.”

“You’re distaste towards human interaction is becoming… well, quite distasteful,” Freddie said with a pout. “What if we were to do something?”

Roger jumped to his feet in excitement. “Yeah, we could talk to Y/N for you!”

“No, we won’t be doing any of that, thank you. I’m willing to let things happen on their own.”

“John, dear, if we let you deal with it like that, nothing will happen.”

Freddie didn’t give John the luxury of arguing back. Said a simple “tut tut” and walked off, taking Brian and Roger with him. Which was fine because that’s when you walked in.

“Hello, John.” You smiled at him. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Elsewhere. How have you been, Y/N?”

“Fine, fine. And you?”

“Quite alright. So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m to ride with you to the venue while you all do sound checks and the like. In between those is when I’ll start individual interviews.”

In many ways you were found of John as well. You felt his answers were truthful in a way that the others didn’t quite have. But that was on the professional level. He made you happy, and laugh. He was very open, which you found out was actually a rare thing.

On many occasions, you tricked yourself into thinking he was just being courteous.

Much to John’s dismay, you got Freddie first.

“Hello, Fred. You can have a seat, I just need to get a new pen. Seems that I have lost mine.”

“Oh you won’t need that. Come, let’s talk.” He hooked arms with you. “Shall I interview you?”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“What, can’t I speak with my darling friend Y/N?”

You shrugged but went along with it. “What’s bothering you?”

Freddie waved his hands in dismissal. “You shan’t be my therapist either. This is about you, my dear. What do you look for in a lifelong partner?”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward." Freddie shrugged as if it wasn't "Well I don't know. Someone who's honest, I guess."

"John is very honest. Ever think about things short term?"

"No. I see no desire in that."

Freddie crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and stood. "Well that's all I have for you, darling. I'll send Roger in."

You didn't acknowledge him as he left the room, then Roger was walking in. He took Freddie's spot on the couch.

"How have you been, Y/N."

"Fine, fine. Now, I we see that you wrote a song on the album. What influences -"

"Oh, hush up about the album. Let's talk."

Okay....

"Roger, what are you and Freddie doing?"

"Oh, he got started? Good. Are you doing anything this coming week?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Neither is John." Roger left it at that and leaves the room, leaving you completely shocked.

Brian walked in with a smile. He would be easy to ask. He'd reveal himself if you asked.

"Brian May, what are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" He started to play with his hands. He was already nervous.

"You, Roger, and Freddie. What are you doing?" You crossed your arms, hoping that you could weasel the answer out of Brian.

"Y/N, we're not -"

"Were you coming in here to talk about John? Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Brian sighed and deflected in defeat. "John likes you, but he wouldn't do anything. We decided that we would try to push you into it instead." He stood up. "I'll leave now."

It was the greatest news you could've heard! You couldn't wait for him to say something, because you knew John. He wouldn't on any occasion!

John coming into the room took you out of your head. He smiled at you, sitting down at the couch.

"Hello, Y/N. What questions do you have about the album?"

At least he didn't set them up, you reasoned with yourself.

"John, I don't want to talk about the album." Everything was set up, and there was no better time to admit your feelings than here. "I really like you. And unfortunately, Brian did said you did liked me too?"

He went quiet and red in the face. "Y/N, I'm sorry you had to hear it from them."

"It's fine, John, really, but is it true?"

"Yes, Y/N, I really do. You're really beautiful, insanely smart, and just so... perfect. Can I take you out?"

You embraced him. "Of course, John!"

Freddie, Brian, Roger stood standing, peaking through the door. They froze when they saw John glare at them over your shoulder. The boys laughed before shutting the door.

Freddie sighed, dropping his hand to his hip. "Well that didn't take long."

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[weshallc]

When is the Wedding?

Old Skool Turnadette.

Second of (which is now) three parts.

Thank you @fourteen-teacups and everyone who commented, reblogged or liked part one.

One O’clock

Shelagh returned to All Saints’ Church for the second time that day. Dr Turner had gone on his rounds and she had prepared lunch for Timothy and his grandmother. Marianne's mother had volunteered to keep the boy company while she and Patrick made their arrangements.

Granny Parker appeared to be as excited as her grandson about the forthcoming wedding. This had taken Shelagh by surprise at first, aware that her daughter had only passed away two years ago. But, the more she watched grandson and grandmother together, the more Shelagh began to realise that Timothy’s happiness was the older lady's main concern.

Mrs Parker had confided in her over Christmas that Shelagh believed to be a God send. She hadn't been convinced Patrick was coping as a single parent . Not wanting to come across as an interfering busty body, she had been summing up the courage to suggest to her son-in-law that Timothy go and live with her in Bexly Heath for a couple of years. Shelagh had been really shocked at this revelation and although she appreciated Mrs Parker’s concern and her willingness to help, she knew this would have hurt Patrick's feelings.

Shelagh had rarely seen him lose his temper, maybe occasionally with a negligent professional or an over officious board member. Only once on a personal level when the nursing staff refused Shelagh access to sit with Timothy because she was a day away from being his mother.

Mrs Parker was a warm and jovial woman, but she could see that Timothy didn’t just inherit his straightforwardness from his father's side. If Granny Parker misjudged her approach when raising her concerns and its solution, it could have damaged their relationship irrevocably.

These thoughts occupied Shelagh’s mind as she made her way through the transept and headed for the back of the church, retracing Patrick’s and her steps from earlier that day. She knocked on the large mahogany door of Reverend Raymond’s office.

The responding “Enter” brought a smile to Shelagh’s lips. How often had she heard that word from those lips over the last ten years? Although from behind a different door. She pushed the heavy barrier open.

“Shelagh, it’s so lovely to see you.” Sister Julienne was so impressed with herself for not throwing herself upon the young woman standing before her she released a rush of air which she disguised with a cough.

“Reverend Raymond said you’d be here this afternoon. I hope you will forgive my impromptu visit?” Shelagh rushed her greeting, alarmed that she hadn’t thought to telephone ahead.

The older woman was now by her side and had taken hold of her hand to reassure her friend.

“Reverend Raymond has been so generous in allowing me the use of his office, on an occasional basis, to complete Nonnatus paperwork and to store a lot of our documents in the crypt.”

Sister Julienne never changed, Shelagh thought, always thankful, always seeing God’s will in every hurdle that crossed her path.

“I also have full permission to make use of the kitchen. Would you like a cup of tea?” Shelagh’s protests of being a nuisance were soon silenced as her host explained she had been just about to allow herself a much desired break.

As a nun who had once wondered if she herself might one day be called on to run a convent, she admired the deftness of her mentor’s social skills and ability to put everyone around her at ease.

In the end, the church housekeeper had ushered the two women back into the office, perhaps not with the same social skills as Sister Julienne. She entered the office ten minutes later carrying a tray set with a fine bone china Royal Worcester Torquay tea set. A tea plate was full of raspberry jam tarts, which she informed her guests were the reverend’s favourites, but he could spare a couple.

As Sister Julienne played mother, sadness enveloped Shelagh; her own dramas had detached her slightly from the struggles her former colleagues were facing, as a result of being forced to abandon Nonnatus.

“I’m sorry to take up your time, Sister. I know this must be a difficult time for you, as us all, so many memories to be just ground into dust.”

“I can’t deny it has been a challenging time, but a building will be ground to dust. But, my memories and faith will remain very much intact. The order and our spirit are still very much alive.”

“Of course, Sister.” Shelagh took a sip of tea, wondering if it was the exact same teacup she had drank from that morning.

“But we mustn't dwell on the past. What of the future? May I enquire how did your first visit of the day to this office conclude?”

“Thank you for asking, Sister. Dr Turner and I are to be married the second week in February.”

“Splendid, the Lord dwells not in the old and decaying, but in the new and flourishing. One of many fresh starts I hope this year.”

As Shelagh helped herself to a tart, she wondered if they had been baked between visits or if the vicar actually didn’t like to share,

“So, when is the wedding?”

Forty minutes to two.

Talking to Sister Julienne always calmed her fears. Her steps were lighter, leaving the church and heading back to Timothy. She had been foolish to cut herself off from her friends, her family if she was truthful. She had been so thrilled to be forming a new family with Patrick and Timothy she had underestimated that change, even positive change, takes time and effort. She had found herself no longer a sister, yet not quite a Turner.

As traumatising Timothy’s illness and the consequences had been the blessing behind it had been the postponing of the wedding. It had given her and Patrick time to get to know each other a little better against the backdrop of tragedy rather than caught up in the nervous energy of a new romance.

It had also broadened her notions of what being a mother involved. In the sanatorium she had daydreamed of tucking the boy up in bed and helping him read. She’d wanted to draw with him and play the piano. She imagined sitting in the front row beside Patrick and applauding him in his school play.

That moment she was stranded behind the ward door looking helplessly on with the Matron’s words echoing around her head “You are not his mother” she’d known there and then that she wasn’t Timothy’s mother. The realisation had hit her that repeating her vows before God and wearing Patrick’s ring wouldn't miraculously make her fit for the role. It would be a title she would need to earn. She had a lot to learn.

A squeeze of her arm jolted Shelagh back to reality.

“Hello, you”

“Oh hello Trixie, how are you?” The young midwife was gingerly maintaining her balance on her bicycle, one foot planted on the pavement.

“Very cross with you. Chummy and I have been trying to arrange a time with you to design your wedding dress. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had been avoiding me.”

“My main concern these days is caring for young Timothy and encouraging him with his exercises, not on frivolous things such as gowns.” Shelagh knew she had overreacted. that her all too recent musings on motherhood had coloured her reply.

Trixie paused for a second, as if she was considering how to respond herself. As she studied Shelagh, she wondered what she saw; her confident colleague and superior or a neurotic woman, only slightly older than herself, but completely out of her depth.

The midwife hopped off her bike and leant it against the wall of the nearby Napoli. Taking hold of Shelagh’s arm once again, she pushed her through the Italian bistro’s door.

The warmth of the cafe complimented the welcome from behind the counter.

“Nurse Franklin. Lovely to see you again. Sit anywhere, you have avoided the rush.”

Shelagh sat opposite Trixie, filling a table for two next to an enormous mirror. It had been three months since Shelagh had looked at herself in the sanatorium mirror wearing her tired 1940s two piece, but the unexpected appearance of her reflection wrong footed her. She noticed Trixie gave her own image the briefest of glimpses and adjusted her hat in response.

A dark haired man in his twenties with a pristine white shirt and military ironed black trousers arrived at the table offering to take their coats. Trixie explained they would just be taking tea and a cannoli each. Shelagh wanted to protest that she could still taste the vicar’s Typhoo on her lips and had a raspberry seed wedged into one of her molars. The discomfort brought on by the mirror and the lack of familiarity in her surroundings somehow weakened her ability to protest.

The tea arrived swiftly in a large stainless steel teapot accompanied by two white pyrex turquoise band teacups and saucers. A matching tea plate with the Italian cream filled pastry followed.

Trixie ignored Shelagh’s raised hand towards the tea strainer she was flowing the hot amber liquid trough and filled her teacup to the rim.

“How long have we known each other?” Trixie had obviously come to a conclusion regarding the dilemma that appeared to have gripped her out doors. “You were the only one who saw through me almost ten years ago.” The bridge of Shelagh’s nose wrinkled in confusion. “You saw through my clipped, cut glass tones and my faultless sense of style and saw a nurse and a midwife and believed in me. I now can see through you, Sister Bernadette as was, you need to believe in yourself as a bride worthy of the man that adores you.”

Shelagh smiled affectionately at her friend and used the pastry fork to poke at her unprecedented third treat of the day.

“A little bird told me that you and Dr Turner had a very special appointment this morning.”

Shelagh decided it was only fair to relieve her animated companion's agitation.

“Yes, the wedding is booked for the second week in February.”

“That soon! Oh, we have so much work to do in such a short time.” Trixie dropped her fork and placed both hands on either side of her waist as if steadying herself.

“We do?” Exclaimed Shelagh.

Trixie frowned at the woman opposite, as if she was without reason.

“When is the wedding?”

#call the midwife #when is the wedding part two #very auld skool turnadette #poor love must need go wee by now

[finniestoncrane]

Hypocrite

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k @that3nbytrash this is a precious idea, i'm sorry this was so nice and caring and then turned into feral rutting but this is who i am and i won't be changing and you said it was ok so i did it 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, confident eddie WHAT, but yeah there's sex, real sloppy stuff oops

You were focused on your work. Always focused. To the point where it was often easy to forget where you were, in shock when you finally looked up and remember that you were assisting your inspiration, your hero, or anti-hero, The Riddler.

It had taken a lot out of you to keep your excitement under control when you were offered the job by Edward Nigma. He was a lone-wolf more often than not, choosing to avoid associating with those not on his level of intelligence. Which to him, was everyone. But he’d chosen you, allowed you, to help him with a job that was time-sensitive. And then he’d kept you working ever since. It definitely helped your case for being blessed with the gift of being in his presence that you spent your days idolising him, worshipping him and praising him. It was obvious that was what he craved, and you were more than happy to indulge.

He often quipped that you were ‘easy to keep around’. You required little instruction, no need to check up on you, and you were the kind of person to get so focused on a task that you could carry on with it until completion, working in silence and forgoing normal breaks that some more pathetic or unionised workers might require. He never said it, but you knew he liked you. You were just like him. And there was no one he liked better than himself.

“How is it going up th-th-there, my little human helper h-h-helper? Getting a-all of your work work done d-d-done?”

The tinny speaker echoed around the room. You shouted back to it, sure the microphones in the walls would pick you up.

“Affirmative, Eddie. Now leave me alone so I can get back to work!”

“W-well well, isn’t someone a little li-little tetchy. Have you eaten e-e-eaten today?”

You tried to think back over the day so far. It would be helpful if you even knew what time it was. Glancing down at your watch, a gift from Eddie, actually, you noticed it was well into the evening, closing in to 10pm.

“Uh…not yet.”

Nothing. Silence from the speaker. It was doubtful he had eaten either. You were both as bad as each other. Neither of you were any good at being a functioning human being, both engrossed entirely in the work, you trying to balance that with a burgeoning crush on your boss. If they made crummy posters of villains, you were exactly the person who would have had Edward Nigma’s face all over your wall. Which you did, but it was photos you printed out from the tabloids, never good quality, all embarrassingly faded around the mouth where you’d kissed them goodnight. Throwing yourself into your work was the best way to curb your feelings for Edward, and to force down the excitement he found so irritating.

“You.”

You had been so busy in thought you hadn’t heard him coming up the corridor, or entering the room, or stepping up directly behind you before he spoke. Jumping from your seat, spinning around with a screwdriver in your hand, waving it at Eddie in terror, worried he was someone breaking in. He stared at it, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows, questioning your weapon of choice, ‘really?’.

“You haven’t eaten today?”

“Have you?”

Annoyed instantly at your perceived insubordination, the fact that you had dared question him, he furrowed his eyebrows, mouth curling into a frown.

“That’s not the point.”

“Isn’t it? How am I supposed to get work done if I have to take breaks. You don’t take breaks.”

“You shouldn’t follow me as an example.”

“Aren’t you exactly who I should aspire to be?”

“Oh, my sweet. I am, but you could never be me. Remember that.”

He offered a wry smile, what you had come to accept as his way of reassuring you that while his insults, his narcissism were important to his ‘brand’, that you were only on the receiving end as a way of showing he cared. That was entirely self-serving bullshit though. You still weren’t sure if Eddie even tolerated having you around. But you could hope.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“Have y-”

“We could do that back and forth all day, if you don’t mind it’s beginning to grate. Just answer the question.”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Disappointing.”

You stayed quiet, hurt by his words.

“You cannot expect to serve me to your full potential as I expect if you’re not well rested and energised.”

“I ignore a lot of needs in order to serve you as well as I do, Eddie.”

“Oh, like what?”

He was sneering, as though he knew what you meant. As though from the moment the words left your mouth, the lack of intimacy, romance or lustful, that it was at the front of your mind a lot, like he could see it in your eyes. The desperation. The hunger.

“Nothing.”

“Lies.”

You blushed as he smirked, letting out a soft chuckle.

“What, possibly, could you be giving up being locked up in here all day? I provide food, I provide shelter. What more could someone want?”

“Eddie…”

“Mr Nigma.”

You sighed, walking away from him to get back to work, listening to him take a deep breath in, tutting before he spoke again.

“You know, it’s not much of a riddle if I know what’s on your mind. I find you to be an easy puzzle to solve.”

As you turned to question him what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you were met with his body, closer than expected, arms around you to pull you back into him as you took a step back out of instinct. His nose, pointed into your cheek as his lips founds yours in a crushing embrace. With his hands, un-gloved, nimble fingers and calloused palms, fingernails scratching, he gripped at your back and hip, holding you close, making sure you couldn’t leave before he was done with you. And you had no intentions of stopping whatever was happening.

Pulling his mouth from yours, saliva stretching across the distance before falling to his chin, evidence of his passion, the interest this held for him, he took your hands in his and placed them on his chest, pupils blow wide as you let them trail down, tugging at the low collar, fingers grazing over his chest hair, curling under the hem of the vest and teasing it up.

Trying to regain control, he gripped the hair at the back of your head, tugging it back, sinking his teeth into your exposed neck, moaning against you as he nibbled his way down, letting his tongue flick out, soothing the skin he had just nipped at. Frenzied hands began moving over your body once again, his own body stepping up to you, forcing you back and into the wall where you let yourself wrap around him, a soft, pleasured sound muffled on his cheek.

In a smooth motion, so quick and practised you were almost unaware of it, Ed had your pants and underwear lowered, hands around you, soft pressure against the sensitive skin before falling to his knees, thudding hard on the ground with a groan, muffled almost instantly as he pressed his mouth to you, tasting you, devouring you. Tongue exploring every soft and tender bit of skin he could reach, explicit growls emanating from his soaked lips, one hand cupped around your ass, nails leaving tiny scratches against the cheek while his other was gripping around his length above his pants.

You were desperate for him, warm, sweating in anticipation of getting to release your pent-up arousal as he mouthed at you, tongue pulling your orgasm from you. And as you reached the edge, Ed staring up at you from behind his glasses, mouth wide open and tongue waiting, there was a sharp buzzing noise.

The door.

Ed stood up abruptly, lifting his vest and wiping at his face before turning away. Confused and frustrated, you made an attempt to get your weak legs to follow him.

“Ed…what are you…”

“I ordered food. You haven’t eaten.” He winked and left you leaning against the wall, starving.

#finnie writes #arkham #arkham riddler #arkham!riddler #arkhamverse #batman #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfiction #riddler x you #the riddler imagine #q #edward nigma

[oillydiya]

Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 3 : Nice to Meet You

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Sansa returned her attention to the remaining half of her cheeseburger, taking a large bite. While contemplating and reviewing various matters, suddenly, she felt something soft and warm around her legs—a young woman looking down to meet a small, fluffy, orange-striped creature.

"Hey! What’s up, kitty?" she greeted the little cat while fondly stroking its fur.

"Do you want to go look at the artwork in my room?" Sansa asked the little cat in a fifth-level voice. The cat used its wide eyes to look at she silently.

"That’s the answer!!" She said, extremely disappointed!

"Excuse me," someone's voice called out.

"If you don’t mind, I can help critique your work," Sansa recognized that voice—the actor Cillian! She raised her head and looked towards the owner of the voice, glancing over to his tablemate. Everyone was already looking at her and smiling in a friendly way.

"Really?" she replied with excitement.

"I’m Sansa," she introduced herself, extending her hand in front of her.

"I’m Cillian," he replied. She nodded back at him and turned her eyes towards the others at the table before reaching out and shaking hands to greet each person.

"I’m Stephen," he was in his fifties, seeming like a calm and kind person.

"I’m Fin,"

"I’m Joe," she nodded and smiled at the pair. The latter two men, she thought, were in their thirties, or maybe they were about the same age as her because they didn't look very old.

"Nice to meet you all."

"As well, we naturally like to look at art. I think it would be nice to critique your work if that’s okay with you," Cillian told her.

Sansa was clearly filled with nervousness at this moment. Damn it! She was so embarrassed to talk to strangers, but this! Is it the only way for her to know if her work is good enough for tomorrow’s professors?

The girl looked confused before answering him.

"Would it be a bother if I asked the four of you to look at my work? It would be awesome to get four different opinions," she asked them nervously.

"Sure, we’re very pleased, Sansa," the man named Stephen replied.

She took a quick look at their dining table.

"So, have you finished eating yet? Shall we go now?"

"We’re pretty full."

The young woman and the group of actors all went their separate ways and returned to their tables to pay for their own meals. Mr. Louis walked over to collect money at their table first, engaging in some small talk before coming to the girl’s table.

"How about the cheeseburger, Sansa? Is that enough to make you feel better?" the elderly man, the restaurant owner, asked her with the face of a kind old man.

"Very delicious. Your cheeseburger will always be number one in my heart," the woman replied with a happy smile.

"Excellent, Sansa. We miss you always," he said.

"You too. I’ll come and see you often."

"We are looking forward to it," Mr. Louis said before leaving.

Sansa her things and turned towards the group of actors, thinking they were probably all actors. Otherwise, they probably wouldn’t be able to come together.

"Let’s go," she nodded, indicating to the men who were already waiting for her.

They all got up and walked out of the store together.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic

[damnation-if]

something that ive really enjoyed playing the demo is how sopping wet and pathetic i can make my mc. i feel like all too often in IFs or VNs, the writers seem to strive to make the player character very snarky or bold or assertive or things along those lines. i much prefer playing a meeker and more demure character personally. i enjoyed making my mc burst into tears LOL thank you for cringefail pathetic mc rep <3 theyre going through a lot!! excited to see where this goes!

lmao well i did say some time ago that the mc at the start of the game is more or less the equivalent of a level 1 human peasant npc in dungeons and dragons... it's a Precarious situation to be in XD there are critters (housecats in particular) that are capable of taking down a level 1 human peasant (also a level 1 wizard under the right circumstances, but that's less salient here haha). becoming a demon raises the mc's CR pretty significantly of course, but it hasn't had a chance to make much of an impact yet.

that being said, i'm really glad that i made the choice to include a boldness stat that allows for both ends of the scale, both because it allows players to choose a playstyle they like best, and also because i personally sometimes don't like feeling like i'm being pushed to be either uber-competent or completely sopping wet in games also. i probably shouldn't be as happy with the idea as i am, since it added a Tremendous amount of variation to the initial meeting scene with Malkorath, but for story reasons i really am enjoying it!

there's currently only one particular choice that majorly affects the boldness stat (deciding to either follow Molly-May or nope the hell out of there) - and it's also the choice with the most significant longterm effect on the plot in the whole game thus far... and maybe will stay that way, until it gets way into the "actually deciding your own fate" parts XD

#what does the chaos mirror see #anon #thank you for your kind words! i'm glad you're enjoying the game! #so what does the Most Significant Choice in the game do you ask? #hehe well you'll all just have to wait and see<3 #there are some clues already in the game if you're clever! #obviously it will get more clear with time though lmfao

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Six

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so much for the love on this fic! This chapter is much softer than the last couple, giving our favs a well earned break from what I am putting them through in this story!

Please let me know what you think, your reactions genuinely mean the world to me!

-x-

Words: 3.2k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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“I remember when our girl's days started with shopping and then ended in a bar, not the McDonalds in the mall’s food court,” Penelope says, smiling as she pops a fry into her mouth.

Emily chuckles, “It’s in the rules that the pregnant woman gets to choose where we eat.” 

“That’s true,” JJ chimes in, having a sip of her soda, “I always got to pick when I was having Henry.”

“See,” Emily says turning back to Penelope, “If you want to pick you have to have a baby of your own.”

Penelope visibly shivers, shaking her head, “No thank you, I am more than happy being the cool Aunt to Henry and Nugget.”  

Emily frowns, scrunching up her nose as she smiles at JJ before turning back to Penelope, “Why are you calling my baby ‘Nugget?’”

“Well since you refuse to find out what you are having I’ve had to improvise,” Penelope replies, nodding towards the box of McNuggets in Emily’s hand, “Plus chicken nuggets seem to have become one of your main food groups lately.” 

Emily clears her throat, her cheeks red with embarrassment, “I’ve been craving them.” 

“All I ever wanted to eat when I was pregnant was this one particular taco from Taco Bell,” JJ says sympathetically, smiling wryly, “Poor Will went out to get it for me so many times in the middle of the night.” 

Emily laughs, “Aaron has half-filled our freezer with nuggets, Jack is always delighted when he comes over.” She knew that Aaron was, at best, a few weeks away from hiding vegetables in her food just like he did for his son.

“Did you get everything you needed, Em?” JJ asks, looking at the bags of clothes on the spare chair at their table.

Emily nods in response, “I got a new bra and a couple of pairs of pants,” she says, scrunching her nose up, “None of my actual clothes fit me properly anymore but I’m going to try to put off buying maternity clothes as long as I can.” 

“Just think, before we know it we’ll be throwing your baby shower,” Penelope says, her excitement clear, and Emily chuckles wryly, “Which reminds me, I’ll need your mother’s number so I can contact her about that. I tried looking for it but it’s listed as classified.” 

Not for the first time, she finds herself grateful for the way she was raised, the way she can hold herself together in moments like this. It had been just over a week since she had seen Elizabeth, and it still stung when she thought about it, about how everything had gone south so fast. She was grateful that her mother had, so far, stuck to what she had asked and not contacted her, but it also hurt. An unspoken confirmation from her that she had chosen alcohol over her daughter. Over her grandchild. Despite everything, she still didn’t want anyone else to know, her need to keep it private, even from the people she considered her extended family, overriding anything else. 

She supposed, on some level, it was probably a good thing she’d never seen her mother that often anyway. It would make things less suspicious, but she’s sure questions would come further down the line when the baby arrived. 

When she and Aaron decided to finally get married. 

She twists her engagement ring around her finger and smiles at her friend, “That’s not really her kind of thing,” she says before reaching for her drink and taking a sip before she expertly, switches the conversation “I’m only 17 weeks Pen, let's not wish the time away. There's a lot to do before then,” she finishes her fries and sighs, the salty food taking the edge off of her rising panic for everything she and Aaron needed to organise before the baby was born, “Like finding a place to live.” 

It was a discussion that she and Aaron had started having when they found out she was pregnant. She loved her apartment, it had been her home for longer than anywhere ever had been before, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough for their growing family. Whilst the baby would be sleeping with them for the first few months after they were born, she didn’t want to eventually force Jack to share a bedroom with his sibling when he was with them. 

She wanted a house, a home. Somewhere her kids could grow up and run around together. Somewhere they could get covered in mud in the backyard. Everything she’d watched in the movies when she was young and convinced herself she’d never have herself. Aaron, despite having moved into her apartment less than a year ago, agreed, and part of her wondered why they hadn’t just bought a house then. If she was honest with herself, she knew it was because a part, a very small part, had still wanted some kind of control of the situation. 

“Have you still not found something?” JJ asks, well aware of the difficulty, and stress, of finding somewhere to live when pregnant. 

Emily groans, shaking her head as she places her hand on her stomach, her almost constant indigestion bubbling away, “No. Aaron is insistent on splitting everything down the middle which is insane,” she exclaims, blowing out a breath, “I have all of this money just sitting in my trust fund.”

They’d been disagreeing about it almost as long as they’d been talking about buying a house. She wanted to use her money, to buy them somewhere they could live forever, but Aaron was hesitant. She could never quite figure out if it was incredibly misplaced machoism that made him feel like he had to be the provider, or if he was just uncomfortable with the amount of money she had, or if it was both. 

Either way, it was frustrating, and she knew this was something they would likely run into a lot over the years. 

“And you have how much in that trust fund?” Penelope inquiries, making both Emily and JJ laugh, the question a regular one on every girl's night since she’d first confirmed their suspicions that she had a trust fund at all.

“Pen, if you can’t get that information out of me when I’m drunk, you have no chance when I’m sober.” 

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Emily sighs as she slumps back on the couch, rubbing her hands over her face as she takes a break from looking at real estate listings. 

“It can’t be that bad,” Aaron says as he sits next to her, handing over the ice cream she’d requested after dinner. She sits up, making Sergio who had been curled up in her lap, his head on her bump, jump up, meowing as he walks away. 

Emily grumbles as she takes the bowl from him, narrowing her eyes as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste of chocolate, “It is almost impossible to find a house that has everything we want within the budget we have.” 

Aaron sighs at the mention of it, familiar dread that what had so far only been a disagreement between them could easily transform into a full-blown argument, “Em-”

“I have the money, Aaron,” she says, placing her bowl of ice cream down on the table in front of them, her appetite for it gone.

“It’s your money, sweetheart.” 

She scoffs, shaking her head at him. “We’re having a kid. We’re going to get married. What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours?’” 

“I don’t know if that applies to literal millions of dollars,” he replies, remembering how he’d had to sit down when she originally told him how much money she had, a fearful glint in her eyes that it would change the way he viewed her. He sighs and places his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, “It’s just…I spoke to Dave and-”

“You listened to Dave about this?” She asks incredulously, cutting over him, “He’s been divorced four times, I don’t think he’s exactly the person to go to for relationship advice.”

“Three times,” Aaron corrects, a wry smile on his face, “And he’s the only other rich person I know.”

“I’m richer than him,” she grumbles under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks at him and sees the flicker of amusement in his lips, the way his eyebrow arches, and she clears her throat, “Right, not helping,” she sighs, “Why are you so hesitant to do this my way? Is it some macho bullshit that you need to be the provider? Because if it is-”

“No,” he replies, squeezing her leg again, “I promise you it’s not that.” 

She stares at him for a moment, desperately trying to see if he’s lying to her, but she’s satisfied he isn’t and she places her hand over his on her leg, “Then what is it?” 

He doesn’t want to upset her, to make things harder on her than they had been since what small part of the relationship she had left with her mother had collapsed around her, but she deserved the truth. 

“I’ve been divorced once already, sweetheart,” he says carefully, hating himself as her eyes go slightly wider, “I need to be practical. If you buy us a house-”

“It will be our house,” she says, cutting over him, “Not mine. And if anything happened between us,” the thought of it alone makes her breath catch in her throat, “It would still be our house. We’ll have both of our names on the deeds. I wouldn’t just screw you over like that.” 

“I know,” he assures her, squeezing her hand, shaking his head at himself, “Why is this so important to you?”

She sighs, “That money in my trust fund came from my parents, and their parents, and the jobs they chose that meant we were never really a family,” she blows out a shaky breath, the wound from the conversation with her mother the week before still fresh, “And I always told myself that if I got married and had kids I’d use it to buy my family a home, to make something good out of the very thing that made my childhood miserable,” she places her hand on her bump, “For a long time I convinced myself I’d never have this and that I’d end up donating it all to a charity that would make mother furious, like a cat sanctuary or something, but now I do have you and Jack and Nugget.”

“I can’t believe the Nugget thing is catching on,” Aaron says, and she smiles at him, her eyes soft and full of love. She’d told him about their friend's nickname for their unborn child the moment she got home, and the confused look on his face had made her laugh so much she’d started to jokingly use it herself. 

“What can I say, Pen is persuasive,” she replies. She cups his neck, her thumb brushing over his jawline, “Please let me do this for us. If it makes you feel better you can pay all the bills when we do find somewhere, or we can keep this place and rent it out and that can go into an account for the kids, but…just let me do this.” 

He looks at her, and he isn’t sure he’s ever seen her so raw, so torn open. Her honesty a gateway that let him see the parts of her she still hid even from him sometimes. He picks up one of the more expensive listings she’d been looking at, far outside o the budget they’d tentatively agreed on and looks it over. 

“You like this one?” He asks, and she nods, her lower lip in between her teeth as if she was trying to keep her hope contained. It was a beautiful home, a large colonial-style house with a brick facade, the interior was largely open plan on the first floor, with large archways separating the rooms, letting natural light filter throughout the house. The bedrooms and bathrooms were all a decent size, especially the master bedroom and its adjoining ensuite, and there was plenty of space in the backyard for Jack, the baby, and any other kids they may have to run around. 

He finds himself mostly drawn to the huge, immaculately decorated, kitchen and he can picture himself making pancakes on a Sunday morning in there for his family.

“It’s a beautiful house,” he says, smiling at her and raising his eyebrow, “5 bedrooms?” 

She rolls her eyes at the suggestive tone in his voice, hearing exactly what he hadn’t said, and pats his chest, “Easy there tiger, at least let me have this kid before you start thinking about filling up the spare rooms.” 

Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss, “Let’s go see it.” 

The way her eyes light up tells him he’s made the right call, that putting aside any deep-rooted concerns and misplaced fear about letting her do this for them, for their family, is exactly what he should have done weeks ago when she first brought this up. 

“Really?” She asks, her smile wide, any ability to hide her emotions well and truly lost in the first trimester of her pregnancy. 

“Really,” he confirms, kissing her again, “I can see our family growing up there.” 

She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she kisses him, the action lost in her wide smile, “I love you so fucking much.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around her, pulling her so she was straddling his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, “I love you too.” 

“I’ll call the agent in the morning.” 

He nods and pulls her in for another kiss, smiling at the feel of her bump pressed up against him. “We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” he says, moving to kiss her cheek and then her neck, “We won’t have room.” 

She pulls back and smiles at him, and she runs her fingers through his hair, “In that case,” she says, leaning in to kiss him again, “We’d better make the most of it before we’re regulated to just the bed.” 

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Cases with children were always harder. 

The desperation to solve the case, to find the bad guy who was doing the worst of things possible to the most innocent, more intense. She’d always felt great empathy for the parents in these situations, but now she could put herself somewhat in their shoes, her love for Jack, for the baby in her belly, enough to make her feel sick at the mere thought of something happening to them. 

She watches Aaron from her desk, her focus on her paperwork limited at best as she keeps looking through the blinds in his office, desperate to go check on him. She knew he found cases like this harder too. 

There were survivors this time, a little girl and a teenage boy reunited with their parents, the recovery from all that they had endured only just beginning, and that was something they could cling on to. Evidence that they all needed sometimes to remind themselves of why they did this. That didn’t make it any easier, and she knew they’d all remember the wails of one of the victim's fathers when he realised his son had been alive only one day ago. 

She blows out a breath and looks back at her paperwork, determined to get a little more done before they headed home, when she is distracted once again, but this time it wasn’t out of concern for her fiancé. 

It feels like tiny bubbles. Bursting against the inside of her belly, as if tiny butterflies were floating around, their wings delicate. She places her hand on her stomach and gasps, choking on a laugh. 

“Are you ok, Em?” Derek asks and she turns to look at him, nodding as she laughs again. 

“Yeah. I…I think I just felt the baby move for the first time,” she says, her hand still on the bump as she continues to feel the movement on the inside, “It feels weird.”

Derek smiles at her, his eyes soft as he nods towards Aaron’s office, “Go tell Hotch, we all need something good after today.” 

She nods, not needing any other encouragement, and she stands, almost bounding up the stairs as she approaches his office. She knocks on his open door and waits for him to look up. He looks exhausted, the lines in his face deeper than usual, as if they’d been carved in. 

“Do you have a minute?” She asks, and he smiles at her, already standing up from his desk.

“For you, always.”

It makes her smile, and she knows it’s one of the things he’s learnt from his past mistakes with Haley. He always made time for her, and in turn, she knew that was because she understood the job, the work that could sometimes consume them both. It was yet another way that, if she believed in fate, would make her think they were made for each other. 

She takes a seat on the couch in his office and waits for him to sit next to her, his arm automatically around her shoulder. She knew they couldn’t be seen from the main bullpen here, only if someone was on the walkway, but she was sure no one would begrudge them this after the last few days. 

“I just felt the baby move,” she says, her throat closing up as she says it outloud, her hormones getting the better of her as she fights back tears. 

“What?” He asks, his voice full of wonder as he presses his hand into her bump, and it makes her laugh.

“It will be a while before you can feel anything from the outside honey,” she says, resting her head against his shoulder. She feels the movement again, and she smiles, placing her hand over his, “I wish you could feel it though it's amazing. And really fucking weird.” 

Aaron laughs and kisses her temple, keeping his lips against her skin, “Nugget is the size of a pomegranate this week.”

She snickers at his use of the baby’s newfound nickname and pulls back to look at him, “I know, I’m reading the same book as you,” she says softly, “Spencer told me today that the baby weights as much as a mozzarella ball,” she crinkles her brow, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food, “Which, strangely, really made me want Italian food.” 

Aaron kisses her, eternally grateful for her, for the life they were building, “Sweetheart, I’d go to Venice to get you pizza right now if you asked me.”

She chokes on a laugh, but it comes out as more of a sob, her happiness overwhelming in a way she didn’t know was possible. “That’s sweet, but I’m totally content with that place down the street from our apartment.” 

“Whatever you want, Em,” he says, kissing her again, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, “Whatever you want.” 

-x-

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[minhru]

hi hi <3 my name's sun and not only am i super excited to be here, i'm also here to bring you min haru!! (slash the radio host at the sunset galleria slash perpetual daydreamer slash ex-actor-now-a-runaway slash ... u get the gist) but yeah under the cut i have some info abt him which ended up basc being me rambling far too much so pls bare with me whilst i try to rub two brain cells together to come up w a decent tldr @_@ nyways enough of me please like this post if youd like me to hit u up for plotting (i also have disc if thats better) or feel free to message first!! ♡

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min haru, 27, full-time radio host and residential nap-taker

having two very famous actors as parents (think son yejin and hyun bin marriage news level) inevitably meant that he was not only born in seoul, but also under the glare of the much too bright spotlight

shoved into commercials and dramas as soon as he could walk thanks to the helping hand of nepotism and lots of media play

his parents loved each other a lot, both in front of and behind cameras, but for some reason that same affection never really extended to him

they saw him as a stain on their careers more than anything, considering he wasn't really the best actor despite his efforts and esp not compared to his parents

an article about his average performance in the new sbs drama on sundays, 9-10pm slot? netizens leaving negative comments? nothing he didn't hear from mom and dad first, and certainly not half as biting, even though it would be a lie to say they didn't have an impact on his already crumbling confidence

starred in dramas and films throughout his teens, though more often in supporting roles much to his parents' annoyance

rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat up until he hit 20, and his mom was hit with illness after illness and was forced to retire. years of stardom and unhealthy life habits eventually caught up to her and haru was left picking up the pieces, trying to take care of her whilst maintaining the rest of his packed life

haha-hehe-hoho-laugh-out-loud'd as much as he could until he eventually had a pretty public breakdown on the set of a drama (no amount of reporting could delete the behind the scenes video that was plastered over sns) one year later and was subsequently booted

and then, as most of the news outlets say, proceeded to "drop off the face of earth" aka delete all of his social media, move out from his family home and hide from the cameras. very few people know the reality, which is that his dad kicked haru out after he told him he no longer wanted to be in the industry

doesn't keep in contact with his dad anymore but still talks to his mom!! who sends him money etc, helped him for those few years after he disappeared when he shifted from tiny to tinier cities, working odd jobs here and there until the next big actor/actress appeared and the media eventually "forgot" about him considering it had been years

moved to daegu 3 years ago and working at sunset galleria ever since!! he's the v happy radio host @ the sunset radio kiosk, choosing the music that plays throughout the mall alongside reading out stories people send in, passing on comforting messages and reminding people to take care

also has two cats called mimi and momo that he adopted from a rescue :^) not the step dad but the #dad that stepped up

in terms of his personality: walls raised to the sky, quiet, very withdrawn. like very, very, very withdrawn. it's been over six years since he's been in the limelight and he still dislikes being in front of cameras, feeling like he's being perceived or watched, analysed etc etc

the irony of disliking attention yet being a radio host isn't lost on him but haru vc: at least people don't actually see my face at sunset unless they're nosy

perpetually nervous, fidgets a lot, a people-pleaser, very malleable. a genuine medical mystery because he has no back bone and there's very little in the world that can get him to express an emotion stronger than indifference

his tendency to be over-polite and inherently quiet nature means he can come across as rude even if that's the opposite of what he intends

always wearing headphones so he promises he isn't ignoring you, you just caught him at a really bad time

speaking of promising he isn't ignoring you -- he has a bad habit of not replying to texts for days or disappearing and taking a week off work whenever things get too hectic for him it's a habit he hasn't managed to shake off just yet

also embarrassingly clumsy. this might be the third time you've seen him walk straight into the glass doors

there's a difference between being lonely and being alone -- and he's both. paradoxically, he does want to make friends but just has no idea how to approach anyone and hopes that staring at you from a distance is a good first step

loves crocheting :^) like loooveess crocheting :^) just a 6'1" guy and his silly little crochet toys

plots -- i promise i'll scramble together a plots page soon but for now id love to brainstorm and fill in any open plots people want!! to throw out a few ideas

someone who knew him back in seoul; fellow child actor; someone who kept in contact with him after he disappeared; someone who thought he would keep in contact with them after he disappeared and he did not (sorry); childhood best friends; someone who swears they recognise him and he keeps telling you that recurrent delusions are something u need to get checked out; the classic ex-friends or exes; fwbs; avid listeners of sunset radio; you keep running into each other smoking under the "no-smoking" sign; one-sided crush from far away; fellow cat-owner; fellow music enthusiast; ex-fans who can't believe he's actually here; someone who recognises him from his meltdown video but pretends not to, etc etc

#sunsetintro #lets go!!!!!!

[inhaledpie4]

Hi so I'm really confused about something. I keep hearing that men always find traditionally feminine women (in the biblical sense) more desirable, but it's been the opposite for me?

I dress in feminine clothes that don't show my body, I don't engage in masculine activities, I don't drink or smoke, I'm saving myself for marriage, I don't use vulgar language, and I'm good at cooking and cleaning. But men seem to think I'm too plain and boring and prefer more rebellious/wild/free spirited women. What am I doing wrong?

I have a couple of thoughts on this.

Age and maturity. Of both you and the men. How old are you and how old are the men you wish to attract? How mature are you in comparison to these men? If you're ready to settle down and have kids right away, you might have to wait a little longer to find a man who's ready (and possibly financially established enough) to do so. Especially if you're under 30 in today's dating pool. It sucks, I know, but hold out hope. Another thing is, if you or the men are young, there is an intimidation factor. If you are perceived to be "out of their league" or "too good for them" or seem exceedingly put together, or even if you look like the type of person who would turn someone down for this reason or that, young guys don't generally have the confidence to pursue. I know that "smile more" is often perceived as a patriarchal slap in the face to women who don't want to be told to act happy, but a genuine smile really goes a long way in being perceived as open and kind - both things that are key to getting a man's interest in the first place.

Do you show any interest in their interests? That is, if a man likes hunting for example, do you ask him about it? Can you engage in deeper-than-surface-level conversations in the interests of the men you're wanting to get to know? If you have nothing in common with them, or aren't interested in learning about their passions, they might be turned away by that. As well as by other intellectual disparities... you don't want to end up in a relationship with someone who is too far above or below you in intelligence. You need to be able to at least understand what each-other are saying (even if you can't engage in a topic on the same level). My husband and I have many of the same interests. We read the same genre of books and generally have the same intellectual pursuits. He is smarter than I in some things and I him in others, but we are roughly equals. We also share a passion for games, so we got to know each-other playing board and video games and now that we're married, we've started the process of making our own (video) game.

My husband shared a great deal of wisdom with me in a statement I will paraphrase. A man's strength is easily seen and known. A woman's strength is not. A woman's virtue, wisdom, and everything else that makes her a good wife and mother need to be looked for carefully. A man can't know how well you'll cook, clean, raise his kids, etc, until he's actually seen you in all of those situations. And it's not until marriage has occurred that -all- of those things are revealed because.. well, those are wife things, not friend or even girlfriend things.

These men may be overlooking you because they don't (yet) have the wisdom to look further than the allure of a woman who puts on an exciting front. If you truly want to appeal to those men, I suggest finding a side to your personality that is more outgoing and "fun" for lack of a better word. Trust me when I say you don't have to compromise your morals to do so. Sometimes men just need slight assurance that you are actually nice to be around and that they can have fun with you. Most importantly, they need to be able to relax around you. And here's why: nothing is better than coming home after a long day of work to a wife and a home that instantly bleed away the stress of life, and to a wife that can bring back the fun and joy of life once the stress is gone.

#hope this helps #and hope I worded things well enough #if you want better personal tips I suggest coming to my dms because I don't know much about you specifically so this is pretty generic

[fictive-fodder]

Congratulations on 100 followers!! When I saw that you had opened up requests I got so excited! I love how you write for Steven Grant, could you please do #6 for my beloved Steven? Thank you, love 💙

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Aaaaa! This is so sweet! I was a little scared I wouldn't get any requests, so hearing that you got excited warms my heart. And thank you- I think writing Steven is so much fun, and I hope this doesn't disappoint!

#6 -  things you said after you kissed me

It wasn’t getting any easier to keep yourself from smiling when Steven got this look on his face. You could tell when he was mentally preparing to kiss you because he would square up in front of you, shoulders tense, and stare at you with his round, dark eyes. 

Any movement contrary to open interest and Steven would abandon his goal. Any acknowledgement that a kiss was about to happen also resulted in an embarrassed termination of the attempt. You just had to stay still, make some eye contact but not too pointed of eye contact, as Steven approached you wearily. 

And of course, you enjoyed these kisses, Steven also seemed to, often pulling away with a dreamy, accomplished air. They may have been superficial and ended before you could really kiss back, but you were happy to give Steven the time to get comfortable with that level of intimacy. 

You wished he could just relax a little, though. 

His front teeth had just knocked against yours from the expected force of his kiss. It was always this- a combination of forceful clumsiness and featherlight touch. Without thinking, your lips parted as Steven’s tooth scraped your lower lip. It didn’t seem like he had done it intentionally, but that didn’t make it thrill you any less. 

Instead of pulling away, you were surprised to feel Steven’s spine stiffen. How could he be any more tense then he’d started out? And why wasn’t he pulling away? You raised your eyebrows, intrigued, and kissed him back very softly, bringing your hands to gently caress the sides of his face, your fingertips nested in his curly hair. 

As soon as you deepened the kiss, Steven’s entire body went slack. You could sense the curve of his shoulders fall and bend towards you as his arms gathered you up and pulled you closer. This sent a thrill through you and, despite yourself, the line of your lips did break into a smile as you continued to kiss him. 

Steven’s hands ran over you in the attempt to find anywhere you could be pulled closer to him. He moved frantically, dissatisfied- as if he had been starved for this attention his life over. An ache rang through your heart at this, and you hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you bit down gently on his bottom lip.

“Oh my-” Steven breathed, now slack jawed. 

Your body tingled like it was going numb with sleep as Steven reciprocated with small, open mouthed kisses. 

“Oh my word?” he added, his arms tightening around you so much so the kiss deepened further. 

You hummed against his lips, your awareness abandoned you as all you could understand was that this was a very, very nice kiss. You hadn’t even realized that in all of Steven’s grabbing and pulling you closer, he had actually picked you up and sat you on his desk. When you opened your eyes, you found him leaning over you, arms on either side of you, palms pressed against the desk top. 

“Golly-” he sighed raggedly, a wide smile lighting up his face. He kissed you again, and then once more. He sighed softly, a breath against the apple of your cheek, as he kissed you again, and again. Now, you couldn’t even really think about how nice this all felt, as your mind was filled with a blind bliss. 

“You’re so- so good at this-” he stammered, risking a gentle bite of your bottom lip. 

All you could do was raise your eyebrows, as you thought how funny it was for Steven to say so, when he was the one leaning over you so much that your head was in danger of hitting the wall behind you, as you sat on top of his desk, one elbow resting on Zarafa by Michael Allen and the other on a pile of napkins Steven had saved from a recent restaurant meal. 

Your arms were beginning to shake as you fought to keep yourself sat up for fear of hitting your head against the wall. You made a small noise to signal a break. Steven pulled away immediately. 

“Oh- oh no are you okay?” he asked, his eyes widening. It seemed like he hadn’t realized where he had put you. “Sorry- that looks really uncomfortable-” 

He pulled away enough for you to sit up easier, before you started to gingerly try to pick yourself up off of his desk.

“Here, let me-” he started, his arms easily wrapping around you and picking you up. He carefully let go of your legs, letting you stand against him to get your balance. “That’s better right?” he asked.

“Thank you-” you chuckled, looking up at him. He was blushing crimson from ear to chest.  

“Um, thank you.” he retorted immediately, still holding on to you with an iron grip. Now that you’d come up for air- you realized that he’d lifted you and carried you around as if it had been nothing. Where had that come from? You glanced at his arms as Steven continued, “I mean- Phew! Wow. Just… golly. You’re... You’re amazin’, really.” 

“Steven-” you laughed, resting your head against his chest. “I know- I start soundin’ like the Queen when I get flustered…” 

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[moonshroooms]

Can I just say how much I’m LOVING  this extra depth we’re getting for Masaya?

this is just gonna be a mess of me blurbing out kneejerk reactions and random thoughts and definitely NOT a super deep analysis you have been warned lmao

Like a lot of people I wasn’t super fond of Masaya in the originals. I don’t recall HATING him, but I was indifferent at best and annoyed at worst. He was just so very boring to me and barely in the show until the Blue Knight started appearing, if memory serves. He didn’t really have much personality besides being a Nice Boy and caring for the environment (which is hilarious that that wasn’t enough for 13 year old me cuz like. I literally wanna be a wildlife biologist jskdfjsd). We didn’t really get to know much about him until late in the series. Any little drops of personality we DID get were given and then IMMEDIATELY never touched upon again and when compared to the time we were given with Everyone’s Favorite Croptop Disaster, Masaya just had nothing going for him in the personality department

The reboot so far imo is doing WONDERFULLY with remedying that and I’m enjoying it immensely

Like him being pissed and even tearing up about Ichigo still being in the zoo after they were told to evacuate? (my guess is he looked for her after evacuating and didn’t see her in the crowd, thus fearing that she was still in there). Chef’s kiss. Wonderful. Show us the emotions! Especially with how quickly he apologized afterwards! Definitely makes sense for someone making a sudden outburst like that. And if Masaya still has that “I felt like I HAD to be perfect at everything” backstory, it makes even more sense cuz someone who must be the Polite Golden Child constantly probably doesn’t raise their voice at people often

Also in episode 2 when he was checking in on Ichigo making sure she was okay (we’re gonna ignore the fact that he just. Seems completely unperturbed about passing out after being bodychecked by a Big Rat and waking up at home. Like gurl. Ur not gonna question that at all? Maybe we’ll get something about that later, but probably not XD) I LOVED how Masaya looked affected by taking Ichigo’s hand too! Ichigo wasn’t the only one getting a bit flustered, Masaya was a bit lost in the moment too! And after Ichigo yeets herself tf out of there Masaya looks at his hand like!! That’s right give me his reactions I’m loving it!!

I’m also digging that Masaya is Hesitant about Ichigo even! Like she DID admit that she didn’t know all that much about animals, but when inviting him to the zoo she said she wanted to learn more and proved as such while at the zoo, and it seemed like it resonated with him! I loved that!

Him admitting he was nervous about being separated from Ichigo again and just the general Anxiety he was exuding was fantastic. ESPECIALLY when Ichigo later asked in the cat cafe or w/e about him being nervous. And then they were all just staring into each other’s eyes and whatnot. Ichigo looked all blushy in typical shojo fashion, but Masaya is just. Idk he looks more like he’s staring intently, like he’s trying to figure something out. Like maybe if he SQUINTS REAL HARD while looking at her it’ll alllll become clear. It’s reading to me like a dude who’s like “I’ve literally never been interested in a single other human before and have 0 experience knowing what these emotions are or how to handle them wtFACK is it about you specifically” (which I’m so freaking giddy about cuz that’s an angle I’ve been dabbling with in the fic I’m trying to write I’m sldkfjlsdkJKSDJFS) And if that IS what’s going it just makes things even more interesting for understanding him later, if he HAS felt ostracized by the general human species and/or harbors some level of hatred for humans in general

Just. AH! I’m so excited and hoping we get to learn more about Masaya himself. I’m happy we’re getting more obvious tells that Masaya is having Emotions and is capable of being flustered with Ichigo like she is with him!

Also finally: ngl. Masaya won me over in a huge way when he explained to Ichigo about cats biting because of over-stimulation sdjfksdj. Like is anyone else also a crazy cat lady in training and that scene just stabbed straight through your heart or made you laugh?? cuz YEAH. YEAH THAT IS WHY SOME CATS RANDOMLY ATTACK YOU DURING PETS! OH MY GOSH I CAN’T EVEN SAY HOW MANY DOZENS OF PEOPLE I’VE HAD TO EXPLAIN THAT TOO. (AND JUST EXPLAINING CAT LANGUAGE IN GENERAL). And he even specified that most cats WILL communicate if they’re starting to feel rowdy, but it can be difficult for people to read sometimes, especially if you don’t know to even look for something. Like goddammit. They really made me start liking Masaya by making him understand feline body language. They fucking got me. I feel bamboozled, I’ve been had, who knew I was that easy 😩

Anyways on the off chance someone actually reads this, do y’all have any thoughts for Masaya? Anything that particularly jumped out at you these past few episodes? I’d love to hear what others think! :D

#moonspeaks #tmmn spoilers #literally this is just me rambling off thoughts and opinions lmao #masaya aoyama #tokyo mew mew new spoilers

[always-andromeda]

oh, my 'modern!au bill and frank raising a daughter together' emotional support daydream, we're really in it now 🥲

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhhhhh...so I've never thought of this concept before but it made me so happy that I had to attach some of my headcanons onto it, I am so sorry, anon. but also, thank you, anon.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: complete fluff! nothing else I can think of!

❥ Having a kid is 100% Frank's idea at first. He drops little hints about it to Bill for weeks. It's a slow Saturday afternoon where they're watching a movie together when Frank says, "Today's the kind of day where I wish it wasn't so quiet in this house."

❥ And honestly, Bill interprets that as Frank wanting a dog. Which makes sense. Frank complains fairly often about little creatures getting into his fruits and vegetables in the garden and a dog could be perfect for taking care of that problem.

❥ So he'd surprise Frank with a puppy and says that he's young enough that they could train him.

❥ And Frank is quiet. He's excited, of course, and immediately falls in love with the little guy. How could he not?

❥ Bill notices that he's a little off and asks, "Aren't you happy?"

❥ "Of course I am. I just– I thought that we could talk about having a different kind of small thing to take care of..."

❥ Bill's eyes go wide as soon as he realizes what Frank is implying. Needless to say it takes a lot of convincing.

❥ At the end of the day, what really tips the scales of Bill's opinions is Frank gently telling him, "Listen, I know you think that you and I can take on the world all on our own. But we don't have to. I want a family with you. You and I have so much love to give. We deserve to be able to give it to someone."

❥ Veronica is about five years old when Bill and Frank adopt her.

❥ She's a quiet little girl with curly dark hair, hazel eyes, and freckles that are speckled over her tan skin. And as quiet as she is, Frank really helps her get out of her shell.

❥ He gets really good at braiding her hair, especially when he learns that those are often some of the best moments to really bond with her. He's one of the only reasons why her hair stays looking put together in the slightest.

❥ Bill has a harder time connecting with her. Where Frank isn't afraid to get on her level and really get hands on, Bill is utterly clueless.

❥ He connects with her more through music. He pulls out his old record player and cycles through the collection of records he got from his mother. Because of him, Veronica grows up on Linda Ronstadt, Joni Mitchell, Dolly Parton, Bonnie Raitt, and so much more.

❥ Before too long, both Bill and Frank really come to see her for the ray of glittering sunshine that she is.

❥ In their own ways, they do their damndest to make sure Ronnie's childhood is as stable as possible.

❥ For example, Frank is adamant that they never fight in front of her; he never wants to give her the impression that they're angry at each other or at her. He also wants her to go to a normal school and be involved in normal activities even though Bill sees all of those things as more trouble than what they're worth.

❥ As soon as Ronnie is old enough, Bill wants to sign her up for self defense classes. What good will chucking a ball or playing an instrument do in a life or death situation?

❥ So her activities during the day alternate between various martial arts classes and dance (dance was Frank's idea; just so she has a little bit of the arts in her life). 

❥ She regularly bounces around the house trying to teach her dads how to do whatever new fight or dance move she's learned in class. Frank loves that she wants to involve them. Bill, on the other hand, is on the brink of pulling a goddamn muscle but he smiles through the pain anyway because his participation makes his daughter happy.

❥ Frank is a complete soccer dad. He's at all the PTA meetings, volunteers for all the school fundraisers, and is donating supplies for the school all the time. He's the one who has their whole schedule memorized.

❥ Even though she's not related to either of them by blood, Bill is at ease when he notices that Ronnie has taken on Frank's sense of joy for life. And Frank has a good chuckle whenever she gets all grumbly and stubborn like his husband does. 

❥ Their house isn't perfect and there's definitely growing pains between all three of them, but they're happy. They're happy knowing that they'll all love each other for a long, long time.

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[nian-7]

Hello !! Can i request raise a suilen who's also a musician? But theyre in another band (preferebly roselia) for the funnys hehe

• 🐚 anon

ofc, 🐚 anon! i hope you enjoy. (i love ras sm)

Raise a Suilen x gender neutral!reader (separate) friend/s/o whos in roselia fluff, can be read platonically or romantically

-Chu2 is very interested when you mention that you're a musician. She's always interested in seeing you play and giving you tips on how to perform better and achieve a better sound, which you always thank her for.

-You invited her to your bands concert once and she really hesitated on agreeing but eventually, with enough convincing and jerky, she agreed.

-She never felt so shocked and betrayed when she realized it was a Roselia concert. Just stood there just staring at you debating about how she should feel about this. (All in all, still thinks you're pretty cool).

-" How dare you not tell me you're in Roselia, (name)?! "

-Masking always thought you were super cool even when she first met you. One of the first things she asked you was if you were in a band and was surprised to hear that you were in Roselia.

-She found herself starting to listen to their music more just to see since you often listened to Raise a Suilens music. She's also very chill about it, doesn't freak out or anything.

-She always tries to help if you ever ask her for it and tries to go to your concerts since you attend hers. It always makes her feel happy when you both watch each others concerts!

-" Heyy, there ya are, (name)! Nice job up there. "

-Pareo is a big fan of cute things and honestly thinks you're super cute! She loves watching you play and helping you in any way possible.

-She always feels comfortable to talk about her likes and dislikes with you and so when you invited her to come to your bands concert, she was so excited! She wanted to see your band and had thought about what kind of band you could be in.

-When she had arrived, she had brought Chu2 as well who scolded her for bringing her to a Roselia concert. When Pareo sees you play on stage, she thinks you're cool and it makes her really look up to you.

-" Want me to get you something, (name)?! You looked cute and cool while you were playing! "

-Lock didn't think you were a 'professional' level musician at first. She thought you had done it for fun but she did think you were really good and went to you for help a lot!

-When she comes to find out that you're in the popular band, Roselia, she feels so shy and like she shouldn't be around you. She finds herself feeling out of place now that she knows.

-The poor girl was so conflicted but she wanted to stay close to you since she really thought you were nice! In the end, she ends up just asking you for help which you are happy to provide even if she does get a little awkward.

-" So- (name).. Can you help me again? I just need some pointers, I swear...! "

-Layer is also super chill with you. She finds it cool that you're a musician as well and often times offers to practice with you as it might be helpful to have someone else playing as well.

-She often shows up to Roselia's concerts to support you. Often is taking note of how your stage face is very different from how it is with her. The seriousness in your face and the cool expressions you make are something that have her shivering at the performance.

-She is always in surprise at your performances and tries to make herself improve after seeing them because she feels like you're so much better than her. (reassure her that she's amazing!)

-" That was pretty good up there, (name). If you're hungry, you want to get some food with me? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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[agentnorthdakota]

2022

In spite of harsh things going on in the world at large, 2022 has honestly been an incredible year for me, and I’m so thankful for that. See below for long-winded, sappy reminiscing.

In January I launched a new D&D campaign with a group of awesome people I’d met through other groups. Most of them didn’t know each other beforehand, so I wasn’t sure how well the group would jive, but it turned out to be very well!! (One player had inconsistent attendance and I had to have a conversation with them, and we agreed it wasn’t a good fit at the time. But altogether not bad at all!) We have a bunch of fun playing together and chatting, and I’m really grateful to know such awesome people <3 The campaign is still going strong, and I’m looking forward to what next year will bring!!

On the topic of D&D, I’ve still been playing Zarus in that campaign! And once again I’m so grateful to play with and spend time with such awesome people <3 It truly brings so much happiness into my life, and no matter how long the campaign itself lasts, I’ll always treasure these characters and these memories uwu <3

My long-running campaign, started back in May 2019 and going on 4 years now, is reaching the endgame. It’s very much a new challenge to set up an endgame, to try and tie off loose ends and make the ending epic and have everything payoff after all this time. Despite the challenge, it’s exciting! It’s been Level 3 through to Level 16 at this point. I’ve lost players, gained players, and lost some again due to scheduling. But if everything goes according to plan, there should be less than five sessions left! And I’m so excited at the prospect of completing a long-running campaign, because I know it’s a rare accomplishment. Here we come, endgame.

It’s also been an amazing yeah for gender euphoria! I had my hysterectomy and double oophorectomy back on March 10th, and it was so exciting and amazing to finally have that shit out after 16 years (post-puberty) of not wanting any of it. I also had my top surgery consult in the spring, and was expecting to have to wait until next year for the actual surgery. But then they called me in the fall, and scheduled it for October 11th!! The recovery that night was definitely more rough than my previous surgery, and I was so done with the drains a few days into recovery lol, but still!! It’s been amazing and so exciting and euphoric!! It’s so nice to be able to walk around my own house shirtless if I want, and I’ve become so much more confident in my body and myself immediately following top surgery.

Speaking of my own house!! I moved out this year!!! The lead up to it was a ton of stress and familial tension and drama, but I’m so glad to have been able to leave that behind me. I’ve been living on my own (with my doggo Rowan) since June 1st, and it’s honestly been a dream come true. Yes, I’m the only one to do cleaning and groceries and whatnot now, so I’m solely responsible, but it’s a small price to pay. I’m grateful to have gotten my hands on such a lovely place (the main floor of a duplex, aka a quarter of a house) and at a steal of a price honestly. Definitely hoping to renew my lease next year, but after talking with my downstairs neighbour and her lease, I’m expecting my rent to go up a couple hundred bucks. But I’ve also gotten a dollar (well, 80 cents) raise since then based on my work’s union contract, and will next year as well, so that helps a little. Most importantly, my mental health has dramatically improved since I moved out. Not sharing a house with a stressful and often toxic family dynamic that ate away and my self confidence and energy, has made an immeasurable difference. They’re not bad family (most of the time), but it’s been so much healthier for us all (especially me) to Not be living together. Living on my own and having my own space after 28 years of life really has been a dream come true.

After last year and reconsidering my sexuality and romantic orientation, and having a messy falling out with a dear friend, I’ve been looking for healthier friendships and relationships. And at the end of June, I started dating a wonderful person who’s very affectionate and sweet and patient. I ended up breaking things off in… early November, I think it was. But I’ll always appreciate and be grateful for our time together, and how sweet and lovely she is, and how she helped me grow as a person and expand my comfort zones and build more confidence.

I also got to travel on my own!! For work, which meant I was working through much of it, but it also meant most everything was paid for! I had the opportunity to travel to Vancouver for two weeks in June, and it was an amazing experience honestly. A very nice hotel and rental SUV I’d have struggled to afford on my own, plus amazing food because it too was covered by work. Vancouver is a beautiful city, and it’s been years since I’ve been along the ocean (and in! But I went swimming!) Stanley Park is beautiful, and I love nature so much.

I also travelled to Regina for one week at the end of September. It wasn’t nearly as nice as Vancouver, but I also didn’t expect it to be lol. I’d never been to Saskatchewan before, so it was still a really neat experience!! Even if I don’t care to do it again haha.

It’s honestly been an incredible year, and I’m so beyond grateful. There’s certainly been times of struggles, sadness and grief as well, but I’d rather focus on the good in this moment as I prepare to head into a new year.

Oh! Also shoutout to my counselling/therapist, who’s been an amazing support through it all. I’ve been seeing her since last fall, I think? And the fact that I still find our sessions helpful and constructive, and leave me feeling more capable of handling what life throws at me, is something I’m very thankful for. And a moment of recognition and gratefulness for the fact my work benefits cover most of the fee, so I can afford to keep seeing her.

A sincere, heartfelt thank you to all my amazing friends, without whom this year wouldn’t have been the same, not by a long shot. I love you/them all so much, and am so grateful to have to y'all in my life <333

Farewell to an amazing year, I’ll carry these memories with me forever more. Love y’all <3

#random babblings #personal