Epilogue: quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

series masterlist previous part || alt ending

pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 2.2k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love (except not really anymore), alluding to sex, benedict being so down bad for this woman (like down horrendous), this woman being so down bad for benedict, pregnancy and discussions around pregnancy

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: i am so sad to let these bbs go i love them so much!! i will simply have to write drabbles because they are so dear to me oh my

January 3, 1819 – Y/N

A happy new year indeed! I missed you all terribly during the holiday season this year, but John and I had a wonderful time here in Scotland with Michael. It snowed beautifully on Christmas Day, and it made me think of all of you and our often violent snowball fights on your birthday.

In fact, I believe this letter should reach you at around that time, so I am sending you the brightest of birthday wishes as well! While I won’t be able to attend your celebration this year, seeing how we’ll still be at Kilmartin House, I am sending you a wonderfully tight hug and hoping your day is incredibly special. Hit one of my siblings with a snowball for me, please! Preferably one of the boys, but really anyone will do. 

Love from your sister, Francesca

You squinted your eyes in your dimly candlelit bedroom, unsuccessfully attempting to undo the tiny buttons on your dress. Perhaps it was the undercurrent of nervousness that had been moving through you the whole day, but you found your fingers were shaking so much that you couldn’t hold them still for long enough to unclasp the buttons on your back. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you accepted that you were simply not going to be able to do this by yourself, and you gripped the edge of the chest of drawers in front of you as you willed your voice to come out sounding more carefree than you were feeling at the moment.

“Ben, darling, are you still upset about earlier?” you called across the room.

A small huff escaped his lips as he shifted on an armchair in the corner, murmuring something about betrayal and honor without looking up from his book. You smiled and held back a laugh, anxieties momentarily soothed. Per Francesca’s request, you had hit Benedict less-than-gently in the chest with a tightly packed snowball during your annual snowball fight earlier today, and he had taken it quite to heart. Well, that and the fact that you had sneakily teamed up with Hyacinth and Gregory without telling him. It really wasn’t your fault, you reasoned. Benedict had thought you would go easy on him simply because you were married to him, which, of course, was a foolish thing to think. Though he wasn’t as competitive as you were, evident in your much more successful Pall Mall record, you knew today’s loss still stung.

“Well, do you think could find it in you to help me with my dress?” you raised your eyebrows pointedly. “Or are you still feeling too betrayed?”

He immediately looked to meet your eyes, grudge completely forgotten as he nodded excitedly and rushed over to you from the armchair he had previously been sitting in. It was rather endearing that Ben was still giddy every time you asked for his help undressing, even after four years of marriage. 

After a few moments of Benedict concentrating intensely on the buttons on your back, you teased, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

He hummed in assent and smiled at you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Oh, immensely. It certainly makes up for earlier, I think,” he winked as he fiddled with the buttons. 

Honestly, you were inclined to think that Benedict had been secretly asking your seamstress to make the buttons smaller on each new dress she made you so you would have no option but to ask for his help. Even so, you wouldn’t have minded. You, too, enjoyed his sturdy hands on your back, his deft fingers fiddling with your dress and his lips softly kissing your shoulders as you told him about your day.

“A well-deserved win today, Mrs Bridgerton,” he said, never quite growing tired of how sweet the title sounded coming from his mouth. “And on your birthday no less. A stellar performance. I suppose I’ll have to start recruiting Simon and Daphne’s children to help me against the lot of you from now on. And then when we have ones of our own I can form a small army and I will never lose again.”

Your heartbeat sped up a fraction, but you were saved from having to answer when he undid the last button and your dress fell to the floor. Benedict placed his hands on your shoulders and gingerly turned you around to face him, drawing in a sharp breath as he took in your figure covered by nothing but your chemise, completely mesmerized by you. But he was quickly drawn out of his awe when he noticed your nervous eyes shifting around the room. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on your elbow and drawing you closer. “I wasn’t truly upset about today, I promise. I rather enjoyed seeing you, Gregory, and Hyacinth absolutely obliterate everyone else. It was only a slight inconvenience that I was one of the people you were obliterating.”

You shook your head, sending him a small smile. “No, no don’t worry, Ben. It’s not that at all,” you said, laying your head on his shoulder tiredly, an entire day of worrying having taken a toll on you.

“But it is something, then,” he prodded, desperate to find out what was making you so anxious. 

You said nothing, fiddling nervously with the hem of his waistcoat instead. Benedict, on his part, was growing increasingly alarmed. Usually, he could instantly tell exactly what was plaguing you, but you were being oddly evasive, and he was at a loss. Perhaps the best thing to do was to let you rest and broach the subject tomorrow morning, so he tugged on your hand and sat you down on the bed.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said, softly kissing your forehead. “I’ll ring for some tea, and we can get ready for bed.”

“I think I’m pregnant,” you blurted out before he could let go of your hand to go ask for some tea from the kitchen. Your shoulders sagged in relief, and you immediately felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you said the words aloud.

“What?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Pregnant. With child.” 

“With my child?”

“Well, I certainly hope so,” you responded, laughing.

He instantly relaxed, rolling his eyes and engulfing you in a tight hug. “Oh, shut up, woman! I was merely trying to process the news,” he laughed, ecstatic that there would soon be a tiny version of one of you running around the house. He looked at you, eyes shining, and shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it. 

“So, you’re happy?” you asked, anxiety still lingering in the back of your mind. It had been four years, after all. Your marriage had happened rather hastily, considering the years the two of you had spent pining after one another, and you had decided to revel in your romance for a while before having children. And eventually, you had wanted them. It was just slightly frightening to know that the time had actually come. You were excited, of course. You couldn’t imagine a better life than one where you raised children alongside your best friend, but you couldn’t help the nervousness you felt as you locked eyes with Ben.

“Happy? I’m over the moon, darling,” he said giddily and pushed you back on the bed so he could plant kisses all over your face. 

“If I knew it would be like this I would’ve gotten pregnant earlier,” you joked as Benedict moved on to kiss your neck and your breathing got heavier. 

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You awoke quite suddenly, sitting up in bed so abruptly that Ben’s arm, which had previously been wrapped around you with his hand placed on your stomach, fell away from your body entirely.

Benedict grumbled in protest, noticing your absence even in his sleep. Typically, you slept on your side, with Benedict wrapped around you until the moment you woke up. Despite your racing heart, you smiled down at him, placing a soft kiss on his temple and sliding yourself back into his arms. 

But your attempts to fall back asleep were futile. You had stopped tossing and turning but found yourself lying on your side, staring at the wall opposite you while you felt Benedict’s chest rising and falling against your back as he breathed. 

“S’wrong?” Benedict asked sleepily, sensing that you were still awake.

Not wanting to disturb his sleep more than you had already, you whispered, “No, it’s nothing, Ben. You can go back to sleep.”

But Benedict was having none of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, turning you around to face him. “That’s alright. I was awake anyway,” he lied, voice husky with sleep. “What’s wrong? I’m incredibly awake. Awake. I am awake.” 

“Sounds like it,” you said, laughing at him softly. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips, secretly thankful for his unrelenting line of questioning. 

Blinking the sleep from his eyes and leaning on his arm to face you, Ben looked at you and smiled fondly. “I am! Promise.” Then, tracing his fingertips on your arm, he pressed you a bit more. “It’s just me, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m a bit scared,” you whispered. “Actually, I’m terrified. Terrified of becoming a mother, and of having to take care of an entire other human being, and of what it might change between us. Is this what you really want? Having a child?”

Benedict’s fingers never stopped moving as he thought of how to best address your fears, knowing the motion calmed you down. “Having a child with you,” he corrected. “Of course it’s what I want! I get to see a little bit of you in an entirely different person. And you’re my favorite person. So, I don’t really see a downside.”

You hummed thoughtfully, feeling slightly calmer. “But what if I’m a bad mother? What if our child is unhappy?” you cried, tears brimming your eyes as you thought of the endless scenarios in which you failed as a mother.

“What if you’re a great mother? And our child is happy?” Ben countered. “Look at how you are with Gregory and Hyacinth. How you’ve always been with them. You’re going to be a wonderful mother, Y/N. Besides, we’ll learn how to be parents at the same time and it’ll be something we do together.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you interlocked your fingers with Benedict’s. “I suppose you’re right,” you conceded. “It will certainly be a hell of an adventure.”

Sensing that you had calmed down significantly, Ben added cheekily, “Don’t forget you’ll finally have someone else you can force to listen to your ramblings about literature.”

You smacked Benedict playfully. “You enjoy the ramblings, might I remind you,” you replied airily. 

Kissing the top of your nose, he tucked your hair behind your ear and winked. ”Mm, I believe I did admit to this, yes.” Then, after a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up gently, “What about you?”

“What about me?” you asked.

“Is having a child what you really want?”

Your heart melted a bit. Even after he woke up in the middle of the night to have a chat with you and was clearly exhausted, he was still making sure you were alright. “Well, obviously. I’m thrilled! Especially now you’ve brought up the fact that I can have a book club of my own. If it’s a boy, I bet he’ll be just like you. A tiny Benedict running around the house ruining our expensive furniture with acrylic paint.”

“And if it’s a girl we’ll name her Daisy, right? Flower names and all that,” he replied sleepily, relieved you were finally easing into the idea of motherhood. “She’ll be just as smart as you are, I bet. I’ll give her the flower encyclopedia as well so she can know where her name came from. I think the one I gave you is still at Bridgerton House. I’m sure we could find it if we look.”

You gasped, having forgotten about your childhood plans to name your daughter after a flower. “Oh, that would be so darling!”

Benedict laughed softly, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms. “It would, wouldn’t it? Do you want to go back to sleep?” he asked, burying his nose in your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. You nodded, squeezing the hand that was nearest to you and interlocking your fingers. 

Ben was fast asleep soon after, but you spent a few moments looking at his sleeping form, chest rising and falling as his breathing deepened. Your heart swelled with love for this silly boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. He was your husband now! Even after four years, you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d gotten. And you would get to raise a child together now. You really couldn't imagine anything better.

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New Ink

Tattoo Artists!Eddie x Reader (Fluff)

Getting your first tattoo should be a nervy experience, but having a cute tattoo artist to hold your hand through it, then surely things aren't all bad? (sorry I suck at summaries)

Also, let it be known that the authour doesn't have any tattoos, nor does she know anything about what it's like to get a tattoo.

*actually update, the author now does have a tattoo 😛*

Word count:1,680

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

You pushed yourself through the door of the tattoo parlour, and began to make your way towards the front counter where a boy with hazel brown eyes, a shaggy mess of brown hair and a sleeve of various different colourful tattoos greeted you.

"Hi there, I’m Steve and welcome to Hellfire Tattoo Parlour, what can I help you with today?" The boy smiles brightly.

"Um, well, I'd been considering getting a tattoo for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you have any available slots?" You ask, slightly nervously.

"Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" He nods, looking up at you

"Is it that obvious?" You chuckle.

The boy flips through his register book for a moment, before turning to look back up at you. 

"Well, first of all I would have to book you in for a consultation with one of our artists, you know, to talk about what you want and what not, and since it’s your first time getting a tattoo we’ll be able to talk you through what goes on.” he explains.

You nod, as you listen to what Steve has to tell you.

“We’ve got a space for a consultation in a week's time? How does 11:30 sound to you?”

“That sounds great, thank you!” you smile.

“Perfect! I’ll just schedule you in here.” Steve nods, turning to write down your name and contact details in his appointment book. “Let me also just say, that if you have any picture references, or pictures you want to bring in to help us get a feel for what sort of design you would like, then that would be helpful.” 

“Oh okay! Thanks!” 

“Alright then, that’s you all booked in for a consultation next week! We’ll see you then.” Steve tells you with a friendly smile

You thank him once more before leaving the tattoo parlour with a pep in your step, happy that you’d finally bit the bullet and made the first steps to actually getting the tattoo.

“Hey Harrington, who was that girl?” Eddie says as he casually strolls up to the front counter. “She was kinda cute, don’t ‘ya think?”

“That was a new client, she’s booked in for a consultation next week, with you no less, so if you could keep it in your pants until after everythings all sorted that would be great, Munson.” 

A heated flush crept up from Eddie’s chest and bloomed over his cheeks in a scarlet blush. Busted.

He swallowed down his embarrassment and promised Steve to be on his best behaviour next week. 

Sure enough your appointment rolled around and you found yourself sitting on the small couch with your artist, Eddie. He was tall, dark, and far too handsome for his own good. His hair is tied back in a loose, messy bun that rests at the nape of his neck, and his intricate gathering of smaller tattoos that make up one larger sleeve piece sprawl from underneath the sleeve of his Metallica t-shirt. However it’s not that draws you into him. It’s when you look past his septum pierced, freckled nose, that his big chocolate brown eyes draw you in. The way they sparkle with a honeyed glow under the studio lights of the tattoo parlour.

“So what sort of tattoo did you have in mind?”

“Well, you know Lord of The Rings?” you start cautiously. 

Eddie nodded, it was one of his favourite books, and when the films had come out, they too had become fast and firm favourites of his.

“I really wanted Arwen’s evenstar.” You explain. “And I was thinking of having it by here” you continue running your hand against the side of your ribs.

“So, Harrington was telling me that this is your first tattoo?”

You nod as he continues to speak.

“Well let me just tell you that the ribs can be a particularly sensitive place for a tattoo, I should know. I’ve got a sword right here" he says pointing to the right side of his torso "..And that hurt like a bitch." he chuckles. 

“Well I was kind of hoping to have in a discreet place, besides I’m a tough girl, I can handle a little pain.” you tell him confidently.

“Well it sounds like you know what you want, how about you give me some time to put together a design for you, and you can come back later on to see if you like it or if there’s anything we can tweak and then we can go from there?” he proposes.

“I like the sound of that!” 

“Great! If you swing back at around 2:00, then I should have a sketch for you to review.”

“Okay! Thank you so much!” you say standing up and offering your hand up for him to shake. “2:00 it is.”

He gladly takes your hand, giving it a friendly shake.

“I’ll see you then." And with that he bids you goodbye, and watches as you make your way out of the shop.

He waits until you're completely out of sight before huffing out a breath.

"She's so cute. I'm fucked." he sighs.

"Yes. Yes you are." Steve laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's back. “Now shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”

Eddie is just putting the finishing touches on his sketches of your tattoo design when you come back into the shop.

He welcomes you to sit on the couch in the studio so he can show you his work.

"So here's the design I had sketched out, let me know what you think of it." 

"It's perfect!" You beam brightly. 

"Really? Because I did have a few other sketches done if you wanted to see?" He offers.

"No, no, this one's perfect! It's exactly as I had imagined in my head!" You tell him.

"Well, thank you, I'm kind of a Tolkien fan myself, and those films are very dear to me, so I should know what the Evenstar looks like."

Not only was he cute, but you had a shared interest, and that just made him all the cuter in your eyes.

"I've got no other clients for today, if you're up for it I could do it for you now?" 

You nod excitedly, eager to have your very first tattoo.

"Thank you! That sounds great!" You tell him with a smile.

"Awesome! I'll just get everything I need set up and I'll come get you in a bit, okay?"

Eddie has you lie down on the padded table in his tattoo studio, the leather of the dark cushions squeaking as you adjust yourself to be comfortable.

“Can you just roll your shirt up for me, please” he asks with a smile as he snaps on a pair of disposable gloves.

You roll up the hem of your shirt to expose your ribs on the side where you want your tattoo.

“..and your um-your bra too please..” he stutters out, fighting against the blush rising to his cheeks.

Way to keep it professional, Munson.

You pull the band of your bra out of the way, allowing him to lay down a tracing outline of his design on your skin.

“If you need to take a break anytime, just let me know alright, this is gonna suck for a short while, but it’ll look so good in the end I promise. You’re in very safe hands.”

The tattoo machine whirs into life, as he reaches for the gun and begins to trace the stencilled outline on your ribs.

It hurts. It feels like a thousand tiny knives stabbing you repeatedly, but you’d put on a brave front after being very bold about your high pain tolerance.

“You’re doing really well, y’know. If I’m being honest I cried like a wimp when I got my first tattoo” he jokes about himself as he catches you grimacing when his needle runs over a particularly sensitive spot.

You take a few shallow breaths as he continues with his work, pausing every once and a while to wipe your skin and to give you a small break.

He continues his work once more, adding the finishing touches to his design until it’s complete.

“Alright, that’s you all inked up! There’s a mirror over there for you to go check it out.” he tells you, peeling off his gloves. 

You get up off the table and make your way over to the full length mirror to see your new tattoo in all its glory.

“Oh I love it!! It’s so good!! You did such a good job on it! Thank you so much!!” you praise him brightly.

“Well thank you, it’s nice to know my art is appreciated so highly.” he smiles back at you. “Now let’s get you sorted out and wrapped up.”

Eddie wrapped up your tattoo in a thin layer of plastic wrap and talked you through the proper after-care etiquette for looking after your tattoo.

You hand him over the money to pay for your tattoo, with a smile.

“Thank you so much, again. If I ever decide I want another tattoo I’ll definitely be coming back here and asking for you.”

“Well it’s always good to see off another pleased customer, I’d be more than happy to tattoo you again if you want, tough girl.” he chuckles, throwing an adorably cheeky, boy-ish grin your way.

“How about I give you my number, and maybe we can discuss my next tattoo over drinks? Say.. maybe this Friday at 7.00?” you offer up hopefully, desperately wishing that you hadn’t read this wrong. “There’s a great bar in town that does a great Old fashioned.”

He flushes with a pink blush as you grab a sharpie from the pen pot on the desk and write your number on his other forearm that isn’t covered by a sleeve of ink.

“Sure. Friday. 7pm.” he nods “It’s a date, tough girl.”

You leave Hellfire tattoo parlour with some new ink, and a pep in your step at having secured a date with the cute tattoo artist.

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TILL DEATH DO US PART (1) • C.STURNIOLO

PARTS: 2

warnings: swearing, school😔💔

authors note: kinda shit but yk it gets better js stick around

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summary: the most popular girl in school being known as a goody-too-shoes and the captain of the schools hockey team end up sitting with each other in class, she hates him and he hates her. until one day everything changes.

but remember, not every story has a happy ending.

enjoyyy

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People wish to be popular. They wish for the crazy parties and all the “friends” that comes with it. But this makes me wonder do they wish for the secrets that are kept, do they wish for the bitchy glances that you get given simply because you walked past. do they wish for the eyes that are always on them.

But it’s clear that they don’t care about that. they care about the attention and so called fame that they desire so desperately they’d practically trade their soul for it.

it’s the first day back from summer break and i woke up at practically sunrise just to make sure that the stares aren’t as judgemental. doing my hair and makeup, picking out about 5 outfits before finding a good one. gosh sometimes i wish i could trade lives with someone who wasn’t a cheerleader and i could go to school wearing sweatpants, not worrying about being watched.

my outfit was a skimpy black skirt matched with a white crop top and a black puffy jacket. i straightened my hair and did my normal makeup.

since it was the first day back my schedule had changed meaning i was in all new classes. great.

when i got to school i met up with my best friend ivy and we caught up about what happened over the summer.

“yeah and then vacation boy asked for my snap” ivy rambled on “butttt i had to turn him down because he was like 25 but he was so fine” she giggled leaning on me a little as we stood at our lockers. Me and ivy had been friends since middle school we always had our lockers next to each other. well that was until this year.

“oh our lockers are one apart” ivy mumbled opening her locker. “huh” i looked down at the paper i had been given “oh”.

“bummer i wonder who is gonna be our locker buddy this year, maybe they could like be our new best friend!” she jumped excitedly. “yeah maybe” i laughed at her, she looked like a kid in a candy store. “ok we’ll i gotta get going meet me here at lunch” she walked backwards facing me for my reply. “yep! of course” i laughed.

i reached into my bag getting out a few books and pictures to put in my locker. when i was finished i headed to class. i sat in the back corner and put my headphones in. it’s too early for this. i made sure to sit by myself so i wouldn’t have to deal with some weirdo yapping my ear off for an hour and forty minutes. since it was the first lesson we were just meant to be meeting new people and interacting. however i already knew everyone in here so what’s the point?

about five minutes in everyone had stopped talking and the teacher was explaining what we would be doing this year when the door swung open and some boy walked in. i honestly couldn’t care less who he was so i continued jotting down notes when he sat down. next to me. i looked up to see who it was and rolled my eyes. of course the captain of the hockey team decided ‘oh yeah let’s sit right next to the only cheerleader in the room, she’ll love that.’

he huffed as he leant in his seat, crossing his arms. i looked at him to see he looked pissed off and i noticed that every other seat was full. oh.

i turned my music up and just kept to myself when he taps my shoulder. “what you listening to?” he asks. “music” i reply dryly hoping he’d just leave me alone. “no wayyy” he smirks “let me listen” he puts his hand out as if i’m a dog.

“first off, no. second off why would i share with you i don’t even know you” i rolled my eyes. “oh princess everyone knows me and you definitely do being cheer captain and all” he smirks at me. “oh yeah Chris i’m in love with you here have my airpod” i say sarcastically “oh come on just give it” he begs like a child, “i know you secretly love me” he laughs. “the only thing i know is that your ego is bigger then you dick baby” i pout at him and out my airpod back in. that shut him up.

after class i went back to my locker to meet ivy and i see that our new locker buddy is there. “hey” i call out to see who it was. “what do you want” they reply.

you’ve gotta be kidding me.

“why are you just standing there looking like an idiot, did you want something?” he asked clearly still annoyed about earlier. “no i was going to my locker” i mumble.

after about like 30 seconds of silence i speak up. “soo, this your locker?” what a stupid question.

“noo, i’m just putting my stuff in here for someone else” he reply’s sarcastically.

“jeez don’t get your titties in a twist, was just asking” i laugh slightly trying to ease some tension.

he slams his locker door and leans down so he’s closer to my face. “at least i have some” he smiles and walks away.

cunt.

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feisty

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On The House

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

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The family had opened the cafe two years ago. It had started as a funny what-if. A suggestion that the youngest sibling had stated aloud one day in the way we all share our unfiltered thoughts and ideas with those closest to us. The cafe was brought up again the next week by the eldest daughter after the cafe she frequented ran out of vanilla syrup for her latte. “This wouldn’t happen if we did own our own cafe,” she had said once she got home with her bitter coffee. 

The next time it was brought up was by the youngest son who saw an empty building for sale. It was on the corner of one of the busiest streets in London. “That would be the best place for our cafe,” he said to his siblings as they walked by on their way home from a day out in the city. “Lots of foot traffic and far enough from other cafes that we wouldn’t have much competition.” The others nodded along in agreement as they walked by, all of their eyes lingering on the lot for a bit longer before turning their heads back to watch where they were walking.

“I bought the building,” the eldest said a week after his brother had pointed it out. “The money from my part of the inheritance was enough to cover the down payment. And if the business becomes successful, we’ll be able to cover the monthly payments.” The others nodded, as if this was to be expected. Even the eldest daughter nodded along instead of berating her brother for doing something so impulsive. Because it wasn’t impulsive. It was something that had grown on them during the past few months.

The girl had started to visit the family’s cafe a few months ago. She was new to the city and felt the need to find a cozy cafe to spend her afternoons reading in the corner with a nice cup of tea. It had been a complete accident finding the cafe. She was following her google maps in an attempt to find another cafe, one that had been established for decades and had tons of five star reviews. But her horrible sense of direction led her straight to the door of the family’s cafe, entitled The Lamppost Cafe by the youngest of them. 

She knew this wasn’t the right cafe but she was getting tired and the sun was starting to burn her skin so she walked in, glad to feel the rush of AC. The cafe was decently populated, a good sign the girl told herself. “How can I help you?” the girl at the register had asked. Her hair was tied back and the name tag pinned to her shirt read ‘Susan’. The girl quickly scanned the menu, realizing she should have waited a bit longer before approaching the counter. She finally decided on a lavender scone and a cup of earl grey with a splash of honey. Satisfied with her choice, she scanned the room for a seat and decided on the table near the window. She sat down and grabbed her book from her bag, beginning to read when she heard someone approach.

“Lavendar scone and earl grey?” She looked up to see a guy holding her order in his hands. The one thought that went through her mind was how blue his eyes were. She wondered if that color blue could be natural. She nodded in response to his answer, smiling as he placed the food onto her table. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied. The girl couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his response, thinking it to be a bit more formal than expected. The boy turned around to hide his blush as he walked back to the counter, his sister looking like she was prepared to say something smart. He gave her a warning look before walking to the back, away from everyone.

The girl found herself falling into a pattern of visiting The Lamppost Cafe every Saturday at exactly one in the afternoon. It wasn’t like she planned it, it just was the way things worked out. The fact that she got to see the cute guy every time might have contributed a bit to her constant returns though she never would admit it. The first few times she went, the same girl, Susan, took her order. But within a month of her visiting the cafe, the guy with the unnatural blue eyes stood at the register, always finding an excuse to work the register as soon as the clock neared one o’clock on Saturdays. The first time he did it, his sister gave him a look. The kind of look that let him know that she knew what was going on in his mind and was prepared to tease him about it later that day. It wasn’t hard for Susan to put it together between him constantly checking the girl’s usual seat and him taking longer than usual when delivering the food to the girl.

“Peter’s in love,” Susan declared to her siblings when they got home after the first time Peter took over the register for the mystery girl.

“No I’m not,” he argued, always one to avoid his emotions.

“So who’s the unlucky girl?” their brother asked.

“Wish I could say but we don’t even know her name,” Susan replied for Peter.

“How can you love someone if you don’t even know their name?” their sister asked.

“I’m not in love with her!” Peter exclaimed.

“Sure. Instead you just oggle at her the entire time she comes into the cafe. He even took my job at the register today!”

“I want to see her!” their sister exclaimed, excited to hear of a girl having such an effect on her oldest brother.

“Come in on Saturday and you can,” Susan replied, a smile growing on her face as horror grew on her brother’s.

“Suddenly all of my plans for Saturday have fallen through. I’ll be there as well.”

“That’s not necessary at all, Ed,” Peter said, feeling his face already starting to warm.

“Oh but it definitely is,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face.

Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

(Chapter Seventeen) @calicokitkattkat… this is for you 🙂

Everyone was slightly confused as to why you were all going to America. Alejandro thought for a second he was going back to Mexico until you announced that if you wanted to see your daughter, Price said you needed to bring everyone along. Except for him, as he was breaking down very little intel that was given on the Hawk.

“So… wanna give us the breakdown?”

You nodded at Soap’s suggestion and closed the book you were reading, sighing heavily. “I’m divorced and have a child with someone. Said person, his name is Shawn, has custody of the child, her name is Kennedy, and I see her when I can. When we got back from Cancún, I’d gotten several- about a hundred messages saying that Kennedy had a seizure and is in a coma.” There were three intakes of breath, and you knew who they came from. “Shawn’s dumbass girlfriend, Kiara, left out a glass of vodka that was easily accessible for Kennedy. Children are curious creatures. Shawn and Kiara said they looked away for a second, and all of the vodka was gone and Kennedy was fine for… five minutes before she seized. My child is now in the hospital, in a coma.” “As for why y’all had to come along… Price said if I go home, y’all come with me just so we’re ready if any information about the Hawk comes up.”

Damn. Soap reached across the plane and clapped your shoulder reassuringly. “It’ll be alright, Doc. We’ll make sure to be on our best behavior when we get there.” There was something in his voice that told you ‘best behavior’ didn’t really mean that, but you didn’t care. You were going for legal reasons and for your daughter.

-

The plane landed on the small airbase in Fort Bragg. It was nice to ‘home’ in a sense, even if you’d only been gone less than a month… new record considering being in the military. You only wish it had been like this before… when you were in third group, maybe you would have seen your daughter grow up more.

“Before we step foot out of this plane… we can wear our uniforms to the hospital- because that’s just how it works… but the gear has to go.” The men blinked at you. “You can’t bring weapons into a hospital unless you’re a cop or you have a license to carry. Y’all aren’t even citizens of this country… so we’ll stop by my house first to drop stuff off so you don’t get into trouble when entering the hospital, okay?”

They all grumbled, but acknowledged that they understood. You breathed a sigh of relief then motioned for them to follow you. Your truck was still in the last place you had it. Since it’s legal in the state of North Carolina for people to ride in the bed of trucks, Gaz, Soap and Alejandro sat in bed with all the ‘luggage’ and gear while you and Ghost were in the front. (He’d called shotgun)

“Don’t worry, boys, my house is only like- fifteen minutes from here. Just- don’t show weapons please. I’d rather not get pulled over and have to explain to the military police what’s going on.” They mock saluted you and got in the bed of the truck, ready to hold onto their dear lives. “My driving isn’t that bad… sheesh.” You started the engine.

It scared your neighbors when you arrived, because they were out sitting on their porch with the baby and your truck’s engine wasn’t exactly quiet. There was also the added three men in full gear in the bed of the truck. Once you turned off your truck, you went straight over to assure the family that everything was okay. “It’s my new team, we’re stopping here before making a trip to the hospital.”

“Is everything alright?” Mary, the spouse of your neighbor who was also holding their baby asked. Worry crept across her face at the remark. “Don’t tell me it has to do with poor Kennedy…”

You nodded. “‘Fraid so. Shawn and his dumbass girlfriend left liquor out that was reachable to her. She drank it all and is in a coma.” Mary set a hand on her chest in surprise. “Yeah. I’m only back because of that, and the team had to come with. I was wondering, if it at all becomes an issue, if Kennedy could stay with you two?”

“Doc! The door is locked and this stuff’s heavy!” Gaz called from your side of the lawn. Ghost smacked his arm and mumbled that you were talking, and to give you a minute.

Mary nodded. “Of course! Kennedy is always welcome over here. You know our contact information, and I’ll let James know.” She grabbed your hand before you could leave, giving it a tight squeeze. “We’ll put Kennedy in our prayers for now, okay?”

It wasn’t that you couldn’t jog to the other side, but it was more of the distance being so short that you just walked. “Can’t I say hello to my neighbors, Gaz?” Said man looked down sheepishly at that, kicking at your wood porch. “And I was asking if her and her husband could take care of Kennedy… you know.” Everyone was silent, so they probably didn’t know. So you stuck your key into the hole and twisted it, opening the door wide. “Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen.”

Everyone set their things down by the couch in the living room, observing the place you called home. One of the last things you thought was ever bringing a full team here… guess there were extenuating circumstances for this one.

“Bathroom’s down the hall to your right, guys. Umm… we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements when we get back from the hospital.” You ran a hand through your hair. “I’m gonna go change into something else, feel free to raid the kitchen or whatever. And please take off your gear.”

(Part Eighteen)

BG3 Santa Playthrough #3

Exploring The Ruins:

It’s no chimney but climbing down a hidden hatch more than ought to do!

It’s not defiling if the tomb has already been defiled I suppose, I hope this Hergal person my companions seem to recognize doesn’t mind!

Ooh! A button, I’ve had a mixed track record with these but since everyone here is already bones what harm could it possibly do?

It appears the skeletons are the ones doing the harming! I didn’t mean to upset anyone oh dear! I’ve little magic left! Winter wolf form it is then!

Well that was harrowing, now, to see what those creatures were protecting! An amulet that allows you to speak with the dead? Curious! I wonder if they still have anything to say, perhaps Gale would like this!

Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to open it, but this skeleton isn’t attacking, maybe he is a friend! He’s asking quite heady questions! This one is easy enough for me! Every life has value! Naughty or nice! Oh! Goodbye!

A soul coin, what a spooky name, I’ll take this, but I’m not sure I like it.

Goodness! It seems that fight with the skeletons has drained us all, let’s make camp!

Gale I thought you were nicer than that! What do you mean go to… ohhhh. It’s alright Gale, we’ll find a way to free ourselves!

Shadowheart doesn’t seem to like anyone, except maybe animals, I wonder what happened to her? Astarion? He’s.. well… hm…

More of those unpleasant people from the temple entrance, very well! Naughty list it is if you’re not even going to try and be nice!

Oh my goodness! A book of dead gods, like Jergal I suppose, what ominous reading! Let us have Gale read this one, he’s more well-read than I. Three names clumped together, but no pieces to the puzzle. Gale seems happy though! :)

One more rest I think, our new friend Withers doesn’t seem able to help us with the tadpoles! But perhaps he can call on some old friends for me! Among other lovely gifts.

My goodness, Gale seems to be surprised we aren’t dying! This ceremorohosis stuff seems serious business, though I do wish he’d slow down. I don’t know what an orofice is but it sounds like we need them.

Shadowheart was “overhearing” again, maybe if she’s just trying to talking to Gale instead of to me she wouldn’t be as… lonely. Sounds like the voice in our heads is giving her compliments, good (?)

Astarion is an ODD one isn’t he, a bit too keen on hurting people I think, I’m not dying any time soon thank you very much! He’s watched children die on the street, what is this man’s fascination with death?!

I’m not one to judge sneaking off for a nighttime adventure but in this context… that pale boy worries me.

<- Find A Cure

Entering The Druid’s Grove ->

In Our Favor

Part 61

McCoy

“How about Thursday? After class?”

McCoy looked over at Eugene.

“For studying?” he asked. “Sure. Where?”

“The library has lots of private study spaces. Though the dorms do too, and we can have snacks there.” Eugene grinned.

“You sold me on that,” McCoy chuckled. “Yours or mine?”

“Sounds like we’re setting up a date,” Eugene laughed.

“Guess we’ll see how the studying goes,” McCoy replied as he raised his eyebrows up and down. Eugene laughed again.

“Should I remind you you’re married?”

“He’s just as bad as me,” McCoy grinned. “Though he’d probably call me a mad man and say I was being incorrigible.”

Eugene smiled. “How did you two meet? A Scotsman and an American?”

McCoy frowned gently, and gave a quick chuckle. “I’m not from here,” he told Eugene. “And we met at school.”

“Oh you aren’t? Guess I just assumed… Where are you from?”

McCoy held back a snort of laughter, but smiled in amusement.

“You heard of the planet Georgiares II? That’s my home.”

Eugene’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I think so. I think I’ve heard it on the news before. Something about a kingdom or leadership change?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t really pay attention to that much outside the solar system.”

“So how about your dorm? It’s closer after class,” McCoy said.

“Sure. I’m on the third floor.”

“Rec and study rooms on the second?”

“Yep. I’ll put a request in for one of them and let you know which.”

“Good plan,” McCoy said. He gathered his things on the table. “Guess we should get going. We’re the last ones.”

“Right.” Eugene grabbed his own things and they walked out of the room. “I’ll see ya later.”

“See ya.” The two parted and began walking in opposite directions. When he knew for certain Eugene was out of earshot McCoy finally let out a laugh. How could the other boy be so clueless about who he had befriended. McCoy could only wonder if Eugene would ever realize.

He was leaning back in his desk chair when Scotty entered the room.

“Hey darlin’!”

“Hi mo ghràdh,” Scotty said. He dropped his stuff on his desk, then flopped on his back on the bed.

“Alright?” McCoy asked, turning his chair to face Scotty.

“Aye,” Scotty nodded. “Just got assigned a big project that’s due next week. It’s a group thing and it was a wee battle to get Aporal to join Jaylah and Keens and me.”

“Jaylah and Keenser ok with that?”

“Of course, aye. They know he’s a smart lad even if his personality is a bit much.”

“He’s got his reasons,” McCoy said quietly.

Scotty sighed sadly. “He does. I hope we can help.”

“We will. You already are.” McCoy stood up and crossed over to the bed. He sat, then stretched out next to Scotty. “You got homework to start or want to just relax for a bit first?”

“Relax first,” Scotty said. He moved to give McCoy a kiss.

McCoy rested his forehead against Scotty’s as the kiss ended. He reached up and undid the collar of Scotty’s jacket.

“Get comfortable at least,” he smiled. Scotty nodded gratefully and McCoy pulled him closer to snuggle. “Wait until I tell you about Eugene,” he laughed.

Part 62

Scotty

On Thursday after classes, Scotty was alone in their room. Leonard had headed straight towards Eugene's dorm to study with him for their upcoming exam.

Which left enough time for him to do his homework. Unfortunately though it didn't take him too long and soon enough he was bored as hell.

His eyes wandered around the room. He could read a book. Or listen to some music. Or maybe he should try and call Robbie, ask him how he was.

Aye, that was a good plan.

It didn't take long until the call was answered, however, Scotty was quite surprised to see his sister-in-law instead of his brother.

"Leah, hey there, lass," Scotty greeted the princess with a smile on his face and she returned it.

"Hey Scotty. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. And ye?"

"Same. Just a lot of diplomatic studies going on at the moment. Father and Dr. Boyce are giving me lectures from morning to evening. I'm grateful for every break I can get," Leah returned with a sigh.

Scotty nodded in understanding, before he frowned.

"Uhm... is there a reason why ye are answering Robbie's PADD?"

Leah chuckled softly and rolled her eyes.

"That clumsy boy actually managed to forget it at our room after lunch break. On a Thursday. Where he's at the university until 7 pm."

Scotty laughed out loud. That sounded very much like his wee brother.

"Hope he doesn't need it."

"Nah, they have PADDs there too, don't worry," Leah answered, waving it off.

"That's good. How is everyone at the palace?"

Leah told him that everyone was fine and that her and Robbie planned on visiting Scotland soon. The princess hadn't been there yet.

"That sounds nice. Bet mum will love to have a lass over. Living with three lads was always quite exhausting, after all."

Poor Francine hadn't had an easy time with her boys. But she had never complained.

"I can believe that. I'm looking forward to seeing your hometown. Robbie told me a lot about it."

They talked about Scotland and Aberdeen for some time until suddenly someone rang at Scotty's door.

The Scotsman looked over his shoulder in surprise, then turned back to face Leah.

"Uhm, I think I better answer that. Say hi to Robbie for me when he gets back, will ye?"

Leah nodded, then waved her hand.

"Sure thing. And you say hi to my lovely little brother. Bye."

They ended the call and Scotty got up and walked over to the door to open it.

He was surprised to see Jim standing in front of it. The boy's eyes were wide.

"Jimbo? What's wrong?" Scotty asked, worry filling his heart. "Is something wrong with Spock again?"

His blond friend only shook his head and stepped inside the room.

"No, no. Not Spock. Didn't you hear the news?"

Scotty only raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Nae, what news?"

"The crew of the USS Hammersley is going to visit our academy!"

Scotty frowned. That sounded like a great opportunity to talk to some officers.

"The Hammersley? But-"

"Sam is currently serving there!"

Scotty's mouth formed a silent 'oh my' and he quickly closed the door.

That was something they needed to talk about.

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 28

A/N: He's here! He's here! Luca Fiala is here!

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: pregnancy, graphic descriptions of birth, pregnancy related medical issues.

March

I carefully balance the Boom Chicka Pop bag on my large belly, giggling as my son kicks in response and moves the bag slightly to the left.

“Hey. I only have a little bit longer to balance things on you before it’s going to be frowned upon.” I soothe him by rubbing my hand over what I presume is his butt.

“What are you doing to our baby?” My husband wonders as he comes into the living room. He places a kiss against the crown of my head before I tilt my face up towards his for a real smooch. His lips gently connect with mine and I sigh, wrapping my hand around his neck to holding him to me. He just got his hair cut so the strands of his fade feel soft against my fingers. “Mmm.” Kevin murmurs to me as he pulls away. “I’m going to miss these hormones when the baby comes.”

“Oh, you’ll still get them. But there might be more tears than orgasms.” I joke with him, tossing another kernel of popcorn into my mouth.

These last 8 months have both flown and dragged by as we’ve waiting for our first baby to join our world. In preparation, we spent a majority of our downtime putting the finishing touches on our house, including the woodland themed nursery. Our new home and quiet community has given us a chance to prepare for the arrival of the newest Fiala in comfort. The house is massive, more than we need right now, but we already know our plan is to fill it up slowly.

We did a small gender reveal in November with a few friends and family. The reveal consisted of a puck filled with powder that Kevin obliterated in our driveway. The blue powder had barely filled the air before he was next to me, lifting me into his arms and twirling me around. It didn’t take long for both of my brothers to begin pitching their names for our son. Neither of them made the list.

Overall, my pregnancy has been blissfully smooth. I’ve passed all my tests with flying colors. Our baby has been developing in perfect synchronization with all the charts and pregnancy books we can find. My hormones have kept our sex life fairly active even despite the obvious changes to my body. I’ve never felt sexier than I do carrying Kevin’s baby, but only because he reminds me of it every day. There have certainly been annoyances like heart burn, swollen feet, weight gain and constant elbows to the ribs that prevent me from sleeping. But all of that is worth it to me for this perfect, little boy.

“Not having you for weeks after this baby is going to be tough.” Kevin murmurs to me as he sits next to me on the couch. “I hope your mouth will still be open for business.”

“Ha! You wish. I’m not going to want to even look at you after I push this thing out of me.” I say to him, narrowing my eyes playfully.

“We’ll see.” Kevin slowly grins at me as he reaches for a piece of popcorn. He pops it in his mouth and chews it slowly while his eyes smolder at me. The heat creeps up my neck and across my nipples.

“Stop….” I whine at him. “You’re too sexy for your own good.”

“Lucky you.” He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together innocently. Again, the heat increases and I find myself wiggling over trying to lean into him. Kevin can’t help but laugh at my struggle before he pulls my hip towards him to help me turn over.

“So… uh… that was super sexy…. Wanna bang?” I giggle and kiss his neck.

“No, but not because that wasn’t hot.” He laughs genuinely with me. “I’ve gotta get working on my pre-game nap. You can join me though.”

“I’m not tired.” I mumble to him, wrapping an arm across his abs and attempting to bring myself closer to him.

“You’re not now, but it’s going to be tough for you to stay awake at the game tonight.” He smooths my hair and rests his cheek against my head. His stubble is at just the right length that it pricks my scalp through my hair.

“Ugh.. I don’t want to go to the game tonight.” I say to him. “All the girls look so pretty and put together and then I roll in looking like the Michelin man in a track suit.”

“Babe, that’s an exaggeration.” Kevin soothes me.

“No, it’s not. You should have seen Danielle at the last home game. She looked like she was going to some fancy date night and I had chip crumbs stuck in my boobs all night.” I can feel Kevin’s chest heave as he tries to stifle a laugh.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful no matter what. Your body is a temple.” He gives me a squeeze.

“What baby daddy book told you to say that?” I roll my eyes at him.

“Every single one of them.” He confesses with a snort. “Regardless, I’m not comfortable with you staying home alone tonight.”

“Why?” I ask, pulling away to look up at his face.

“Because you’re 38 weeks pregnant and what if you go into labor here without me?”

“What!? How is this any different than when you go on road trips for 7 days, like the one you have coming up next week?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to bring that up. We need to get this baby out of you before then.” He reaches for my belly and begins to rub it then gently shake it. “Eviction notice!!! Time to come out!”

“Oh, so you can do that but I was wrong for resting a bag on him?” I slap Kevin’s chest, rolling from side to side to get momentum to stand up. Kevin’s hand on my butt offers the gentle boost I need. I grab the popcorn bag and begin to waddle my way around the couch to refill my water.

“If you don’t go to the game, I’m going to be distracted and play like shit. I’ll worry about you.” Kevin’s voice follows me from the living room as I walk into the kitchen. I throw the bag of popcorn on the counter and let out a heavy sigh. Our son is kicking against my stomach and I press my hand into him, trying to guide his foot away from there. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to get acid reflux and start gagging.

“I thought we had an agreement long ago that you play the way you play and I have nothing to do with it?”

“I was being an asshole that day. This is genuine concern for my wife and child.” He calls to me from where he is still on the couch. My top lip curls in petty annoyance at that. How dare he care about us.

“Kev.” I wine at him as he finally wanders into the kitchen. I take in the look on his face. All joking aside, I can tell he is being honest with me. He pouts exasperatedly; his brown eyes turn into doe eyes. I wrinkle my nose in response. “You better make this worth my while by scoring a hat trick.” I finally concede. A large grin pulls his lips apart and he crosses the kitchen like a victorious king.

“I have a feeling I’ll be scoring on and off the ice tonight.” He reaches for my hips and pulls me into him. His lips find mine; I instantly get hot and light headed. When he pulls away, he is wearing a smug grin while observing my flushed cheeks.

“Go take your nap.. asshole.” I quip at him with narrowed eyes.

“I’m your asshole, baby.” He snips back at me playfully before slapping my ass.

Later that night, I’m in the family suite munching on a cookie in the second period, watching as Kevin sprints down the ice on a breakaway. The Hurricanes goalie comes to the top of the crease, watching Kevin for his next move, but I know he doesn’t stand a chance. Kevin fakes like he’s going strong side left, but he goes right and buries the pick behind the goalie’s right shoulder. The goalie slaps his stick in frustrating at giving into Kevin’s move. My husband is oblivious as he brings his stick into the air, thrusts his knee up and lets out an enthusiastic yell.

“Woo!” I answer excitedly, clapping along with the other fans in the arena. My son dances in response to the noise and I press onto the top of my bump to soothe him. As I do so, I can feel liquid beginning to pool beneath me.

Um, am I peeing right now? ask myself. I give a worried glance to Lauren who is settling back into her seat next to me.

“What a nice goal.” She says to me. Her eyebrows pull together when she takes in the look on my face. “Are you okay?”

“Um.. I don’t know if I just peed my pants or….” I look away and concentrate on what I’m feeling. I shift, trying to feel if anything is different. All I can feel is wetness. “I went to the bathroom at intermission though and I don’t think I have to go…”

“Let me check.” Danielle leans down and, bless her, sniffs. The four time mom pulls back and looks at me with a glint in her eye. “No smell. That’s amniotic fluid. Your water broke.”

“Holy shit.” I whisper to her, eyes going wide. My heartbeat accelerates as I begin to panic, glancing down on the ice. Kevin is out again, trolling the left side boards int he offensive zone, looking for his next goal.

“Stay calm. Here is what we are going to do. Lauren is going to grab someone from Hockey Ops who will go to the bench and get Kevin. Then, we are going to get you downstairs to the lounge, grab you a pair of dry pants and you and Kevin are going to go have a baby.” She gives my hand a squeeze as Lauren climbs quickly over the back of the seat to do as she is told. I nod in response and grip my belly, trying to focus on my task of staying calm. “Lauren!” Danielle yells at her. “See if guest services can get us a wheelchair.”

“I think I can walk.” I tell her.

“Honey, your pants are wet. You don’t want to walk to the elevator like that.” She rubs my arm assuringly.

“Yeah, I think this seat is ruined.” I laugh nervously.

I turn my attention to the ice as we wait. Kevin goes out for one more shift where he almost nets another goal. The whistle blows as the goalie covers it. The game breaks for a TCV time out as Kevin leisurely glides to the bench. Dean Evason is standing on the bench, waving Kevin over encouragingly. Kevin stops in front of his coach and is listening to what Dean is saying before he rushes to the second door and begins to run down the tunnel. His teammates slap their sticks against the boards in response.

“Sam, the wheelchair is here.” Lauren calls to me.

I stand up and Danielle walks with me as a guide. I am beginning to feel some slight cramping in my lower abdomen. I work on my breathing in response, even as it feels like my throat is blocked by a large rock. I get settled into the wheelchair and Danielle follows us with my purse.

“We don’t have our hospital bags.” I say to her after the elevator doors have closed.

“That’s okay. Give me your keys and I’ll grab them for you. Where are they?”

“In the mudroom. If you go through the garage they are on the bench by the door.”

“Got it.” She begins to text on her phone and we move out of the elevator. “Let’s go to the family lounge.” She points to the right. We turn and Kevin is there.

“Are you okay!?” He is out of breath, chest visibly heaving, and still wearing the lower half of his equipment, minus his skates. His hair is sticking up every which way with sweat and his brown eyes are wide with panic.

“She is fine.” Danielle answers for me as I focus on breathing through another wave of cramping. “Her water broke and she’s starting to feel some light cramping. She can talk through it so they aren’t contractions yet. But they’re coming. Go get your stuff off and shower.”

“Okay.” Kevin leans down and gives me a soothing kiss.

“I’m good. But don’t skip the shower.” I wrinkle my nose at the smell of him. “ I can’t focus on what I need to do with that smell.” I shudder.

“Okay.” He answers again with a quick nod. He gives me one last look before heading back towards the locker room.

“Wait, Kev!” Danielle yells. “Get Tony. Sam needs clean pants.” She is speaking of the head equipment manager for the Wild. Tony appears a moment later with several different size Adidas pants for me to try. Danielle and I go to the bathroom in the family lounge and I find a pair that work.

“I want to walk now.” I tell Danielle. She nods and sends the wheelchair away. As we are exiting the bathroom, Kevin jogs into the family lounge with his keys in his hand.

“We don’t have the bags.” Kevin looks terrified again and I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my lips. Earlier today, he was shaking my belly to get our boy out. Now, he looks like he would be fine if our son didn’t come today after all.

“I’m going to get them. Just go to the hospital.” Danielle assures him, giving his back a quick rub. “You’ve got this daddy. Just stay calm and get there safe.”

“Alright.. let’s go have a baby.” Kevin grins. Tears instantly build in my eyes as I take his hand and he leads me from the lounge.

“Thank you.” I say to Danielle as we pass her.

“Of course. We are family.” She reminds me and gives me a quick hug. “You’ve got this, mama.”

Kevin and I walk slowly from the depths of the arena to the parking lot. By the time we get to his car, I have to pause and breathe through what I know is a contraction. It’s painful, but not all consuming. I close my eyes and focus as Kevin rubs my back comfortingly.

“Good job, babe.” He encourages me once I stand up straight to get into the car. Kevin closes my door and rushes around to the driver’s side. Kevin pulls out of the parking space and begins the journey to the hospital. I text our midwife. Grace, who has already called the hospital to let them know we are on our way. She will meet us there.

“How are you doing?” He asks once we are on I-94 heading East.

“I’m okay… Glad you made me come to the game.” I joke with him. He glances over at me and we share a smile. “My water broke after you scored. He got excited.” I run a reassuring hand over my belly and close my eyes, trying to relieve the anxiety I feel simmering in my chest. I wish the baby was moving more, but since my water broke he has become still. “I’m a little worried. He hasn’t moved much since this all started. He was really active earlier.” He palms my belly.

“You’re okay, buddy.” Our son responds by giving a kick to my ribs. The anxiety settles a bit after that.

We pull into the hospital and a wheelchair comes out to greet us. Kevin gives them my name for check in and then settles me into the chair. He heads back to the car to park while I get taken to the maternity ward. Grace is waiting for me in our room and she helps me get into the hospital gown. When Kevin enters, the reality settles around us.

“We finally get to meet our baby.” He whispers to me, kissing my lips.

“Yeah.” I answer him with tears in my voice.

Grace begins to check in with me on how I’m feeling, timing contractions, and answering any questions I have. We talk about the baby’s lack of movement and she assures me that it’s not a concern at this time. I’m strapped up to a monitor for both myself and the baby and we are both measuring normal metrics. Danielle arrives an hour after we are settled and gives Kevin our bags.

Even though my water has broken, active labor doesn’t seem to be coming for me anytime soon. Grace suggests that Kevin and I try to take a nap while we wait for my body to move into the next stage. She turns the lights off and tells us she will be back in a half hour to check on me. After shedding his suit jacket, Kevin climbs into the bed with me and wraps his arms around me. His hands grip my bare stomach below the monitor. He releases a heavy sigh as his lips find my shoulder.

“You’re doing great, baby. He will be here soon.” He assures me. I move deeper into my husband and will sleep to come to me. My mind is too active and I find myself imagining our son instead. What will he look like? Will he have Kevin’s eyes? What will it feel like to see him? What will Kevin do? I picture seeing his face and finally getting to call him by his name- Lucas James Fiala.

All of a sudden, an alarm begins to sound in the room causing both Kevin and I to jolt in surprise. Grace enters the room and glances at the monitor. For the baby. We stare at her expectantly.

“It’s the baby’s heart rate. It’s dropped a little lower than we want to see at this point. It may just be that he shifted and the monitor’s having a difficult time reading it. But let’s call the doctor in for his opinion.”

The on-call doctor comes in and they speak in hushed tones together. While they speak, the alarm sounds again. He glances at the readings and doesn’t seem to like what he is seeing. He is going to order an ultrasound.

“It seems to be a correct reading that his heart rate is dropping. So, we are going to get a better picture of what may be going on so we know what direction to go.”

“Should we be worried?” Kevin asks. His expression is filled with concern, matching mine.

“Not necessarily. But we need to see what’s happening to know for sure.”

The ultrasound technician comes in with the radiologist a few minutes later. She squirts the cool, blue gel on my belly. I lay back and we all wait in silence while the tech moves the tool along the baby. I close my eyes because I’m afraid if I look, I’ll see something horrible. The tech seems to be focusing in one spot. Kevin gives my hand a squeeze but I can’t open my eyes to look at him. I’m too afraid.

The tech points to the screen and the radiologist nods. At the same time, the monitor alarm screams again and I jump in surprise. The care team shares a look before everyone leaves the room, so only Grace remains.

“Sam, Kevin.” she begins softly after putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. “When we started this journey, I said we would follow your birth plan unless Sam or the baby’s life was at risk. Unfortunately, this is the case. We are fairly certain the umbilical cord is wrapped around his neck so we need to get him out before he falls further into the birth canal. Therefore, the care team is recommending an emergency cesarean. There is an excellent obstetrician on call who is going to perform the surgery. I know this is a big change to what you wanted and it’s scary. But it’s the best choice for you both.”

I swallow as the fear consume me. Our baby is at risk. I am about to be cut open. Grace is right, this was most definitely NOT in my birth plan. The panic begins to close my throat and I have to force the words from my mouth.

“Kevin… can Kevin come with me?” I ask, terrified of having to do this alone. I’ve heard of the horror stories of mothers who have to give birth on their own due to emergency situations. I can’t do this without Kevin. I don’t WANT to do this without him either.

“Yes, Kevin will be with you.” I nod my head in understanding, looking over at my husband’s face. The same deep fear I’m experiencing covers his features. He tries to hide it for me, but I can see it in his brown eyes.

“It will be okay, baby. I’ll be right here.” He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. I pull away from him and grip my belly with both hands.

“I just want our baby.” I cry to him, tears slipping from my eyes. He stands and leans over to give me a hug, reassuringly whispering in my ear.

“It’s okay. He’s almost here.”

“Kevin, you need to go get prepped for surgery. I’ll wait with Sam.” Grace encourages him to move towards the door where another staff member waits to take him to preparation.

From there, everything seems to happen in a blur. I get an epidural without Kevin which means I cry the entire time. The nurse adds in some additional pain medicine into my IV to supplement. Luckily, things are feeling pretty numb at this point and it’s an extra dosage to ensure I continue to stay that way through the surgery. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the monitor on the baby’s heart. To me, it sounds strong and steady, but knowing he’s in danger makes me nauseous. I slowly push out a breath, trying to steady my heart rate and blood pressure. I may not be able to deliver him how I want, but I am still giving him what he needs right now.

When we enter the operating room, Kevin is there waiting for me in blue scrubs. He seems calmer than before and so sure as he sits in the chair beside me.

“Everything is okay, Sam.” He reminds me confidently. “He is going to be okay.” I’m not sure if he believes it to be true or if he just can’t consider the alternative. He reaches down and kisses my lips softly. Tears stream from my eyes and he wipes at them.

“I’m scared, Kev.”

“I know and that’s okay. I know this isn’t what we wanted, but this is what we need to do. I’m so proud of you, babe. You’ve got this. There is nothing you can’t do.” He kisses me again and takes my hand. The nurse sets a hair net on my hair and the obstetrician enters the room. She comes to stand next to Kevin and I.

“I’m Dr. Anderson. I’ll be preforming your surgery. Is this your first baby?” She wonders to me. I nod because my tongue feels too heavy to speak. “Okay. Well, I’ve got steady hands that have helped thousands of babies enter this world.”

“That’s good to hear.” Kevin murmurs honestly, giving my hand a squeeze as if to say, see, it’s all going to be okay. I still have my doubts.

“Do you know what you’re having?” She asks as the world continues to prep around us. I feel more at ease as she talks to us. I can hear the monitors confirming my vitals are coming to a normal level. The baby’s heart beat continues to be strong and steady. I’m thankful the alarms have stopped.

“A boy.” I tell her.

“Does he have a name?”

“Lucas James Fiala.” Kevin answers.

“We are going to call him Luca.” I say as the nurse straps the oxygen tube into my nostrils.

“Well, let’s get Luca into the world.” She gives me a steady smile then steps behind the raised curtain. I let out a slow breath to try to calm my returning nerves. It does nothing.

“I feel sick.” I tell Kevin, seriously concerned that the nausea in my stomach is going to turn into projectile puking. My mouth crumples with unshed tears. I look at him, begging for reassurance. I can tell he doesn’t know what to say, but his hand comes to my forehead and his thumb brushes soothingly against my skin. It helps enough that I swallow and steady myself again.

“Sam, I’m about to make the first incision. Before I do, can you feel any of this?” Dr. Anderson wonders as she, assumingely, pokes around my stomach.

“No.” I respond.

“Okay, then I’m going to get started. You will feel some general pressure, but let us know if you’re feeling any sharp pains.”

Kevin leans his head down and rests his forehead on the bed next to me. I turn my head and kiss the top of his hair even though it’s covered with a net. He shudders and I can tell he is terrified but trying his best to keep it together. This is not what we had been imagining for 9 months. We imagined pushing and coaching and happiness. Not this all consuming fear that our baby is in danger. Kevin lifts his head and I take in the pale look of his face.

“Are you going to pass out?” I whisper to him. Grace, who is standing by him, puts a steadying hand on his back, rubbing slow circles.

“You’ve got this, dad.” She soothes him. She stands slightly behind him to catch him incase he does fall backwards. A nurse comes and gives him a cool washcloth for the back of his neck. His color seems to return after they coach him through a little breathing.

“I’m good.” He says sheepishly. He removes his hand from mine and instead places it on my chest where he can feel my heartbeat. I place mine over his and we grow silent together. We look at each other and Kevin gives me a small smile. For the first time, I believe what he’s been saying: I’m not going through this alone. I know he is with me. I know he would take my place in a heartbeat and that he is with me for whatever comes next.

“When he comes out, if he has to go.. you follow him.” Kevin nods in response.

“I will.”

“I’ll be okay.” I assure him. He nods again but I can see the doubt return to his eyes. His entire world is right here in this room. He has no control over what happens to us. He’s powerless as he sits and watches this. My heart aches for him even as my body is going through the trauma of birth. “I’m okay.” I say to him so he knows. He closes his eyes and kisses my shoulder.

“I see a butt.” Dr. Anderson laughs making us smile. New, happy tears spring to my eyes knowing we are seconds away from officially becoming parents. “Sam, you’re going to feel pressure as we pull him out.” I feel it, but it’s all bearable in my drugged up haze. “It is a boy!” She confirms. "Welcome to the world, Luca.” She says as a large wail fills the room.

In that moment, everything shifts for us. My breath catches in my chest and tears fall from the corner of my eyes.

“He looks great, mom and dad. The cord was around his neck but very loose. He is okay.” She assures us, passing him to a nurse as they cut said cord. The nurse towels him off a bit then immediately places him on my chest. He’s still goopy, sobbing and turning red from the shock of being born, but he is absolute perfection.

“Kev.” I say, as I wrap my hands around our baby. “Look at him.” I start to sob back to Luca as Kevin places his hand on mine over our son.

“Hi buddy!” Kevin murmurs to him. “Oh my god, Sam. You did so great.” He tells me. “So, so perfekt…” He trails off because tears have clogged his throat. He purses his lips as drops gather against his lower lashes. He lets out an incredulous laugh, seemingly overflowing with joy as he takes in the sight of us.

“Good job, mom and dad!” Grace tells me as she sticks the booger sucker into Luca’s mouth to pull out any excess fluid. “He’s got some good lungs, huh?” She smiles as Luca continues to wail.

“I know, bud. Being born is really tough stuff.” I coo to him. “Mama and daddy are here. You’re safe.” I tell him, rubbing my thumb over his head that is covered in thick, dark hair.

“How does he have so much hair?” Kevin laughs.

“I don’t know. But he looks just like you.” I whisper to Kevin already knowing how much trouble I’m in if he’s got his dad’s smile. As we speak, Luca has begun to settle deeper and quietly into my chest. I give him my finger and his little hand tightens intensely around it.

The entire world has faded from existence except the three of us. I forget I’m cut open on a table. I forget about the last hour of stress. Nothing else matters anymore, just that we are together, finally having this moment we have been dreaming of. Kevin lays a soft, praising kiss against my forehead.

“Just like you, he was worth every minute of waiting.” Kevin murmurs to me. “You’re amazing, babe. I love you. That doesn’t even come close to describing what I feel right now. But it’s all I got.”

“I love you too.” I turn to him, meeting his gaze with awe. “We made a perfect baby, Kev.”

“You did… Mama.” He nuzzles my nose. “Thank you.” I smile tearfully at my husband and we share another tender kiss.

My eyes stay closed after Kevin pulls away. A grateful sigh moves Luca deeper into my breasts. Kevin’s fingers spread out against mine to help support our son in my drug induced state.

Despite the sounds of the medical team working on putting my body back together, I think to myself, that there is no place I’d rather be than here with the loves of my life.

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 35: Caemlyn

If you don't like spoilers, don't read this! Not just spoilers for the book (it has 53 chapters and a prologue), but spoilers for the whole series (it has fourteen prologues). Block the tags I'm using that have "spoilers" in them, go read the books, whatever. Just don't read this post.

This new chapter brings us a new chapter icon - the Lion of Andor. It's gonna be with us for all our Andor-related stuff, a term which here has jack shit to do with the Two Rivers because they're not really Andor! It does have to do with Caemlyn though, and the Trakands!

And the wall itself. The sheer, fifty-foot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall’s own height, red-and-white banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun.

This place would have just been a beautiful setting for the Last Battle, just saying. And absolutely tragic too, with the wall meant to keep things out probably being too effective at pinning people in.

“How can they find us among so many? Can’t you see it, you wool-headed idiot? We’re safe, if you ever learn to watch your bloody tongue!”

Rand is absolutely Done with Mat's shit and I'm glad, as now that he's done nursing Rand to health he will be spending as much time as possible being miserable to be around. Just gotta power through it.

Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.

One of the benefits of forcing the countryside to grow food for your continued survival is that you can ignore it when the fields are shitty.

“I don’t know what he wants,” Rand said. “We’ve never seen him before.” It might even be the truth; he could not tell one Fade from another.

Rand's got them Aes Sedai lies down and he ain't even among them.

He did not know if Mat remembered what Thom had said about the Red Ajah—and the Black—but he surely did.

You were having a fever dream, Rand, so Mat can't remember it by definition. You know Thom doesn't like the Red Ajahs, he growled at their being mentioned, but he never actually mentioned the term except to say that you couldn't tell the difference between Ajahs because you're a country bumpkin.

I want to go home. Laugh if you want; I don’t care. What I wouldn’t give to have my mother blessing me out for something right now. It’s like weights on my brain; hot weights. Strangers all around, and no way to tell who to trust, if I can trust anybody. Light, the Two Rivers is so far away it might as well be on the other side of the world. We’re alone, and we’ll never get home. We’re going to die, Rand.

The sad thing is, he's right. They don't go home until after they die, if they do at all. I rather hope Mat never goes home, considering what he'd bring with him.

There were women with veils across their faces, women in stiff dresses as wide as the wearer was tall, women in dresses that left more skin bare than any tavernmaid he had seen.

I'm pretty sure that the emphasis on what women is wearing is Jordan being Jordan again, but since Rand is an 18 year old boy surrounded by more people than he's ever seen in his life before, it's not unrealistic. I do wonder what the dudes were wearing all the same.

A good many shops were fronted with tables displaying the cloth and cord, and Rand stopped at one. The red cloth was cheaper than the white, though he could see no difference apart from the color, so he bought that and the white cord to go with it, despite Mat’s complaints about how little money they had left.

Fascinating how the little coincidences add up in ways that don't even feel like plot armor. It's not even ta'veren helping him out exactly because it's not reality warping around him and shifting things in his wake, it's just that circumstances have built over the weeks in such a way that the only course of action he might pursue is the one that gets him where he needs to be.

The innkeeper was fat, he was pleased to see, a pink-faced man in a starched white apron, with graying hair combed back over a bald spot that it did not quite cover. His sharp eye took them in from head to toe, dusty clothes and bundles and worn boots, but he had a ready, pleasant smile, too. Basel Gill was his name.

Master Gill! He's one of those minor players who I really like a lot as we see his life go crazy from the world-shattering events play out around him. I hope he gets a nice new home in the rebuilt Caemlyn when all is said and done, he deserves a happy ending and kinda falls to the wayside in the last book.

Master Gill did not take his eyes off Rand. “Aye, I recognize it. I saw him play it often enough, and there’s not likely two like that outside a royal court.” The pleasant smiles were gone, and his sharp eyes were suddenly as sharp as a knife. “How did you come by it? Thom would part with his arm as soon as that flute.” ... “I’ll believe he’s dead,” the innkeeper said slowly, “when I see his corpse.”

He's smart and reasonably suspicious too. Can I marry him?

Master Gill chuckled dryly. “I know the man, that’s what. He’d jump into that kind of trouble, especially to help a couple of lads about the age of you. . . .” The reminiscence in his eyes flickered out, and he stood up straight with a chary look. “Now . . . ah . . . I’m not making any accusations, mind, but . . . ah . . . I take it neither of you can . . . ah . . . what I’m getting at is . . . ah . . . what exactly is the nature of your trouble with Tar Valon, if you don’t mind my asking?”

"Pinky promise you can't peel off my skin into a skein of yarn with your mind?"

And then Rand lies to him. I mean sure, he's so in denial that he doesn't get that he's lying, but it's the principal of the thing. Thank goodness Rand didn't make a habit of burning down inns.

Mat snorted. “For all I care, the ravens can take every Aes Sedai straight to Shayol Ghul!” “Watch your tongue,” Master Gill snapped.

I'd like to spend more time analyzing Gill's assessment of the current political situation of the city, what with the guards and the Whitecloaks each exacerbating the tense situation and helping build things to a powderkeg while a False Dragon is being paraded for the public to assure them that the status is very quo even though it's clear that it's not and people are going to start starving if something doesn't change in the weather or get slaughtered by another false Dragon if something doesn't change in the rate of saidin-channeling assholes, but I love him too much to do anything except say: <3

He wasn’t always a gleeman, you know, wandering from village to village and sleeping under a hedge as often as not. There was a time Thom Merrilin was Courtbard right here in Caemlyn, and known in every royal court from Tear to Maradon.

If I'm not mistaken, Thom did tell the boys he used to have more prestige than Gleeman. Not sure they had any cause to believe him though.

But Morgase was a young widow, and Thom was in his prime, then, and the Queen can do as she wishes is the way I look at it.

Feminism win: In this world, female monarchs can have sex with the man who killed her husband and the commonfolk just look the other way! About time Jordan made a change like this. Also note that Elayne was between two and four when this went down, so her vague memories aren't just plot contrivance but actually about what you'd expect, psychologically.

The other thing you can expect is that I'm done at the end of a chapter, so I'll see you next time for another Rand chapter. More importantly, it's a Loial chapter! Book's finally getting good, folks.

request! i always love to see interactions between draco and his mum. maybe something through the ages, from childhood, to teenager, to adult. how she talks to him and how they interact. it always felt like they had a beautiful relationship in the books, with him getting those sweet packages, cannot imagine how having voldemort in the house might have influenced that.

summary: draco and our beloved cissys bond full of love

warning: not a draco x reader it’s a narcissa x draco a son x mom relationship

—————————————————————————————————— Narcissa’s pov

Today was fianally the day, my little boy was faintly going to Hogwarts! Of course I was so happy but I also felt a bit of sadness. Draco was going to Hogwarts his first step of growing up…..

“Draco, come on it’s time to go” I hear my husband calling in his stern voice,oh why can’t he be a bit softer. Draco came rushing down the stairs, a girl grin on his face.

he gave his suitcase to dobby and looked ready as ever. But I knew something was wrong. After Lucius when outside I called draco to the garden. He started urging me that we’ll be late and that we should head off but I just looked at him with a small smile.

Draco pov

I had a sick feeling that I might miss the train but with my father here I knew that would be impossible. I knew why mother had called me,like all mothers she had sensed something wrong. the truth was I was really exited to go to Hogwarts but…..I knew that I would miss my mother a lot, father on the other hand wouldn’t be a problem. I would miss her bedtime stories,when she told me about her favourite flowers and how she always was my motivational support.

“Something going on your mind dear?” Ugh she always knows. Instead of replying I hug her tightly. I hear her chuckle as she wraps her hands around me just as tight. “ I’ll miss you” i mumble. She looks at me and says “you won’t have to I’ll write to you so much that you’ll fell like im right next to you” I laugh.

“Time go hurry up now!” Father just had to ruin it didnt he. Hand in hand me and mother go to the carriage im starting a new life now and I know that she will unconditionally support it.

Hogwarts 1st year

mother was so happy that I had gotten sorted into slytherin she’d written so much in her past letter. I told her that the famous Harry Potter had made a very bad decision of declining my friendship and had formed an alliance with weasley. She told me it was very pathetic of potter to do so.i defiantly agree.She told me that father was pleased to , not that I care I just hope he wasn’t being a jerk to her.

Hogwarts start of 3rd year

Narcissa’s pov

He ran his hand through his hair for the 10th time.Draco had stopped putting so much hair gel thinking it would give him a mature look. Surely he looked so much more grown up with his hair aloof.

“Draco, stop messing your hair you look wonderful” i reassured him for the 5th time. He sighed and said “I don’t know what to do with it,it’s just so….. free” “then why did you stop using hair gel in the first place?” I asked. He cheeks turned the slightest bit red and I suspected that a girl was behind this.

“Uhh,you know just to uhhh look more slytherin” he said stuttering. I raised my eyebrow “your a malfoy, your the most slytherin anyone can look like , is there another reason?” I avoided my eyes and mumbled “well umm there’s this girl who said that she’ll date me if I loose the hair gel” I smirked. No one can hide stuff from their mother.

“Well then I’m sure she’ll swoon when she sees you, would you like to talk about her?” After some hesitation he started talking about this mysterious girl a little, soon enough he couldn’t stop. He went in for hours until Lucius called us to get to the platform. I wonder what dracos going to write in his letters this time.

Malfoy manor draco is at hogwarts 5th year

My owl swooped in and dropped a letter on my lap.i gave it some food and then sat down to read the letter.

dear mother, I hope you are well, I have a lot of things I’ll like to tell you. I think you already know about umbrigde right? Well I joined this group of hers which gives me extra credit. It’s not really fun but all the slytherin are doing it. We have to catch some rebellion potter has started , honestly he can’t let people enjoy a normal school year for once! I have some other news which is uhhh fairly hard to say or write…….don’t worry I haven’t got expelled it’s just that I think that……I’m gay………….just joking, did u freak out do u think father will if I do this to him? Anyways I’m not gay and I’m still dating pansy and no she is not the girl who I was attracted to in my third year,fathers writing me some suspicious letters everything alright? Love draco

curse Lucius! Why can’t he just shut up for once. The dark lord has been trying to recruit draco for ages. I can’t believe Lucius will agree to that! I’ll have to talk to him.

3 days before year 6

How could I have let this happen! Not only is my husband in azkaban but now I let my son take his replacement. I swore to protect him, oh god I failed miserably.

I knock in his door quietly. After 10 minutes he opens it. He looks so tired. All of this is because of me. “It’s not your fault mother” his voice brings me back . I shake my head and take his hand “your going to be ok draco you know that right?” “I’m going to do everything I can to protect you” he nods his head and to offer the little comfort I can give I hug him. I sigh in relief as he hugs me back.

time passes he fianally let’s go, he dismisses himself by saying he needs to do some research on his task, which was to kill dumbledore. If dracos life was not at stake I would crucio the dark lord until he was worse than the long bottoms. Honestly thinking that a 16 year old boy could kill atheist greatest wizard of all time I mean

he’s just a boy

but I swore to protect him. I will keep that promise and do whatever it takes. I guess it’s time pay a visit to none other than

Severus snape

Baby Kent’s First Month

It’s hard to believe that Kent is one month old today. Not only does the time seem to be speeding by faster than a mom at a Black Friday sale, but also his features have started to change exponentially. It feels like just yesterday we were signing the adoption paperwork in that Austin hospital. Now here we are weeks later and we’ve settled into our life as a family. He is such a good baby that we feel like we won the baby lottery. He smiles often and seldom fusses, that is unless he has something that he needs to communicate. That hasn’t changed over the weeks with him and we find ourselves incredibly fortunate.

This is one smart kid! He picks up on things so quickly. He is already focusing on people, and things. His motor skills are next level. He can grab on to the bottle with both hands and is already able to hold his head up on his own for a few seconds. Rob has been diligent about tummy time, or “stomach” time as Rob calls it, and it’s definitely paying off. Baby Kent loves when we read and sing to him. We even weave in Spanish and Japanese books and songs. He makes so many adorable faces and we often find ourselves just staring at him for hours. 

When he’s awake, he’s so alert. He loves to lean on his fist in the “thinker” pose. His fingers are particularly long, almost making his hands appear too big for his body. Kent is the most loving boy in the world and loves to look at you or just snuggle up with you. We take him on daily walks around the block, which he enjoys, and he falls right asleep anytime we take him in the car. Over the past month, he’s been so fortunate to have so many family and friends stop by to meet him. It’s been heartwarming to see everyone fall in love with him like we are. Now he’s cooing and making new sounds every day. He certainly keeps us on our toes and wondering what the next phase in his development will be. 

A friend sent over Japanese character’s for Kent ( 絢斗) which translates to “handsome and cool”. In Japanese his name is pronounced Kento. We also call him Kentito sometimes, but his #1 nickname is Booboo and/or Booboo bear. How these names stick is beyond me, but that’s been one that he hears on the regular. 

Every time we do something new, the new tag line is “baby’s first [blank]”. This time we’ve had as a family has been so incredibly precious. On Friday, Rob goes back to work which means it’ll just be mama and Kent. He’s been sleeping relatively well, often going 4-5 hours before waking up for feeding. Since Rob and I have been splitting this time, it’s been manageable. I do worry what it’ll be like with just me being the one to wake up but I know we’ll adjust fine. Having Kent in the bassinet next to bed has made this much easier. We also got gifted a Baby Brezza that is essentially a Keurig for babies. It has a place for water and for formula and let’s you set the amount and the temperature. Then it’s just one button and poof! You have a freshly made bottle. When it’s 2am and you’re barely awake this thing is a game changer. How far we’ve come with technology, but I am here for it!

We just ordered baby announcements and included Kent’s newborn photoshoot that Rob’s cousin did for us. We just can’t get enough of this little guy. He truly is the best blessing we could’ve ever hoped for. <3 

Weekly Oneshot Challenge - week 16

Title: Responsibility

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: gen

Word count: 814

Summary: Team Seven gets their first mission. [part of the mokuton sakura rewrite]

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“I can’t believe we’re really about to go on our first super-cool ninja mission!” Naruto was practically bouncing as they waited outside the doors of the mission office. “I wonder what it’ll be! Do ya think we’re gonna go rescue a princess from some evil samurai? Ooh, ooh, maybe we’ll be bodyguards for a famous actor! What do you guys think?”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, his head already turned as far away from Naruto as he could get without breaking his neck. One of her new teammates was melodramatic, the other was hyper and dramatic. Sakura sighed, but still, she took pity on her loud teammate. Who knew? Maybe one day they’d be friends. “I don’t know, Naruto. My dad says genin missions tend to be a little… boring.” Naruto halted his bouncing. Even Sasuke seemed to lessen the degree of don’t want to be here in his body language. At least, Sakura hoped so. Sensei had his face buried in a book that honestly made her want to rip it from his hands and slam it in the nearest trashcan. She shook her head. “Before we can go on ‘super-cool ninja missions,’ we have to learn the process of completing a mission and behaving professionally, so that we represent the village well.”

“Wow, Sakura! Your dad sounds like he knows his stuff! Is he a ninja too?”

Now she knew that Sasuke was definitely paying attention, if only because he’d turned back enough that she could see facial features. “He’s a jounin, but not on the active duty roster…” Sakura was saved from having to explain exactly what her dad did by the chunin assistant that waved them into the mission office.

Naruto wasted no time marching into the middle of the room and pointing his finger straight at the Hokage. “I’m gonna be sitting in that seat some day, old man, so you’d better give me a super awesome hardcore mission!”

In the wake of Naruto’s bellow, Sakura honestly just wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She glanced at Sasuke, and he shared a look with her of honest shock and embarrassment. Even their sensei had lowered his book and was looking sternly at Naruto.

The Hokage, however, just chuckled, holding his hand out to the chunin next to him for a scroll. “A super awesome hardcore mission, eh Naruto?”

“The awesome-est, you’d better believe it!”

The Hokage shook his head, but he was smiling behind his pipe. “You know, Hayase, I think I will give them that mission you suggested earlier. I think that particular mission is perfectly suited to Team Seven.”

The Hokage took the scroll from the chunin and held it out to Naruto. “Oh boy oh boy oh boy super special awesome hardcore ninja mission here we come!”

“Naruto,” the Hokage interrupted, voice firmer than before. “Make sure you open that outside, with your sensei and your teammates. And maybe after you complete the mission, Kakashi will teach you how to return from such a mission.”

Naruto beamed. “Of course, old man! We won’t let you down!”

-

“Weeding?!” The disgust and disappointment in Naruto’s voice was matched by his face as he chucked the scroll and collapsed- are you freaking kidding me? Sakura couldn’t help but think as her teammate planted himself cross-legged on the ground and actually pouted.

Kakashi-sensei caught the scroll out of the air and read it himself. “Yep,” he confirmed, voice full of cheer. Sakura wasn’t sure if it was false or if sensei was that happy about Naruto’s despair. Considering how deeply embarrassingly he’d acted, she was a little happy about it herself. “Looks like Gabana-san needs us to weed his vegetable garden and spread some new mulch around his flowerbeds.”

Easy enough for a first mission. Sakura thought about her own family’s garden at home and smiled. “Well, it’s not glamorous, but at least it’s a simple job.”

“Tch.” Sasuke looked between all of them with a scowl. “Weeding a garden seems a little beneath us.”

Sakura saw red, and not only because she took care of her family’s garden while her parents were away. She opened her mouth to say something back- and honestly, she had no idea what but she was so mad at her teammates for acting like children- when Kakashi thumped his book down on the boys’ heads, one after the other. “Your Hokage has given you a mission, kiddos.” Kakashi, despite not even putting that stupid book away, seemed to loom over them. Sakura closed her mouth, her throat suddenly dry. “And regardless of your opinions of your status as a ninja, right or wrong, you will complete the mission to the absolute best of your ability. Got it?”

Kakashi’s eye crinkled as he looked over them. “Now, let’s go pull some weeds.”

“Yes sensei!”

“You’d better believe it!”

“Tch. Whatever.”

12/18/2022 DAB Transcript

Habakkuk 1:1-3:19, Revelation 9:1-21, Psalms 137:1-9, Proverbs 30:10

Today is the 18th day of December welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today as we gather around our roaring Global Campfire and get all snuggled up and get warm and find our space and take the next step forward together. It is a brand-new shiny sparkly week, and this is the fourth Sunday in the season of Advent. One week from today is Christmas day. Wow! But here we are and that moving through the season of Advent, where we have allowed our hearts to consider the arrival of the Savior in the world and consider our longing for His return. And, so, Advent we talked about it, like all along the way, has Iike calendars and Advent wreaths with candles in them. And, so, you may be lighting the fourth Advent candle this week at church or maybe you have an Advent wreath at home that you light each Sunday and just focus your heart and remind yourself what's going on. This is the love candle that we’ll be lighting today, the fourth candle, allowing us to focus this week as we move right to Christmas. Love, the profound, unspeakable, unknowable, and I mean we can't know God's love, but His love is vastly beyond what we can comprehend. We focus our hearts of the love that it took, the love that was displayed for us as God became flesh and dwelt among us. And, so, this is where we find ourselves in the season of Advent. And in our journey through the Scriptures this year we have come to yet another book. We will read it in its entirety today. It is the eighth of 12 minor prophets and it is called Habakkuk.

Introduction to the book of Habakkuk:

We don't know practically anything about who Habakkuk was, maybe…maybe less than any other biblical writer, but we don't know much about Habakkuk. There are some traditions. There’s a Hebrew tradition...tradition that speaks of Habakkuk being the Shunamite woman's son, the little boy was resurrected through the prophet Elisha. And we found that story in the book of second Kings. There is another tradition found in the...the apocryphal book, Bell and the Dragon, and that displays Habakkuk ministering to Daniel while he’s in the lion's den. But these are traditions. When you don’t know anything else you look to the traditions. And, so, these are some of the traditions. Most scholars, especially with the Bell and the Dragon and Habakkuk being with Daniel in the lion's den believe, you know, that's how legends are made. But those are some of the traditions around who Habakkuk was. There are many verses in the book of Habakkuk that will sound familiar. There's one in particular, “but the righteous will live by their faithfulness to God.” That should sound familiar, because that's something that the apostle Paul said a lot. And we find this in the book of Hebrews as well because “the righteous will live by faith”, that's like…it's like a core Christian doctrine. So, we see where Paul and some of the other writers are referring back to Habakkuk for the language. Because the language is poetic, maybe lyrical, even especially the very very end of Habakkuk seems like it's a hymn of a song to be sung, there are scholars who have observed this and wonder if Habakkuk might have actually been a temple musician. But again, we don’t know with certainty, but what we’ll see is Habakkuk having a conversation with God that moves from doubt to worship. Habakkuk will begin by saying out loud what is happening in the world and it will sound familiar, and he wants to understand why God is indifferent, like why he seems to allow any evil a human being can come up with and allow it to happen like God wasn't even paying attention. And God responds that he's gonna use the Babylonians to punish his own people, which wasn't like the response he's looking for and it’s confusing. Like, why would you use a less righteous group of people to be an object of judgment on a more righteous group of people? And God explains that He's not indifferent, that He's not unaware, that He is sovereign and that he knows what He's doing, which leads Habakkuk into worship. And, so, with that we’ll read Habakkuk, which contains three chapters, in its entirety. We’ll read from the Common English Bible this week.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We love You, Lord. Thank You for Your kindness, Your patience, Your graciousness to us. And on this, the final Sunday in the season of Advent as we are moving directly into Christmas week, we just recognize where we are. And we recognize the busyness all around us and the preparation all around us and the excitement and the goodwill and good cheer all around us. We also recognize how much pulls us away from what this is all about, what we’re even jumping up and down and celebrating over, what we’re giving gifts to commemorate and that is Your arrival, Your arrival to rescue us and we are grateful. And, so, as we contemplate the depths of love that You have extended toward us, even while we were sinners, even while we where Your enemies we are grateful. And may we share Your love out into the world. May it filter through us and pour out of us to those that we come into contact with. May we be known by our love for one another we pray. In the name of Jesus, our Savior, we ask. Amen.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hello family it's Jackie in Vancouver BC and I'm crying because God is great. I listen to all of you and I pray every day and I always tell myself I have faith. Sometimes it's as little as a mustard seed. And I've been struggling with business and the sales have been low and this December month has been low, this November was low, and I was thinking, oh God I need your help. And just today somebody came in and surprised me with a grant of $5000. God really is good, and He answers all our prayers. And, so, these are tears of joy because God is great, and He sees me, and He hears me. And I think He sees you and hears you. And, so, I pray that all of your prayers will come true. And this is a praise. I know I'm crying but this is a praise. I’m praising God for His goodness for his mercy. So, family please praise God with me. And for everything you're going through I'm joining my faith with yours and praying and thanking God for answering our prayers, for hearing us. And it feels great to feel seen, to feel known, to feel like I'm God's child. Thank you, Brian. Thank you, the DAB. Thank you all the family that calls every day and the ones that call to pray...

Hi this is Willow tree. I used to be weeping Willow but now I'm more like the tree planted by the water. Being fed by the word of God every day is making me full of joy and I'm very grateful. I'm grateful to the Hardin family too for the music that they’ve blessed us with and I would really encourage you if you haven't listened to the Rest album by Brian with headphones on to go and do that. It's amazing how we made the sounds just swirl around you. And it's just beautiful. It's kind of like I just close my eyes and listen to it. It's kind of like I’m on a holodeck. It's really cool to just be in that place that he's created for us. And, so, I would encourage you to listen to it with headphones. I love you all and I’m so happy to be a part of this family.

This is a prayer of encouragement I wanted to send out to I believe People on the Water. You called in December 2nd from Indiana. Bother I just wanted to reflect back to you what I heard because I'm not trying to minimize the anguish that you're going through and the struggle and how hard it is but what I hear on the other end of the line is not somebody that is not confident because your voice to me sounded very strong in your confidence of not knowing what's going on and not knowing what you're doing. And to me at 19 years of age that exhibits real strength to be able to declare into a community of other brothers and sisters to make a public declaration that you have no idea what to do is…takes strength and courage and humility. And I just wanted to…to commend you for that and to give you praise, like to praise you for that because that is a real…that's a real thing that not a lot of people will admit at this age. So, I just wanted to encourage you to don't…don't try to rise above your situation, you know, find God in the struggle. I know that's maybe easier said than done but that's something that was coming to me to maybe help you look into it a little more and realize that He’s…He’s working where you are exactly for a reason and trust that.

[singing begins] We wish you a Merry Christmas we wish you a Merry Christmas we wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. [sing continues in French] __. This is Francois from New Jersey. Merry Christmas. Merry Noel __.

Deep dive into the book of Revelation:

Part 5

Okay. So, we read from the ninth chapter of Revelation today. And, so, let's just remember we started Revelation with this image of Jesus, seven golden lampstands it represented seven churches. Seven letters were written one to each of these churches and then a scroll was revealed that no one could open and it had seven seals on it. And the lamb steps forward, and He is the only one. Jesus is the only one that can open the seals. So, He breaks the seals and what is held by those seals is then revealed. Then we have seven angels before the throne of God who are given trumpets and their each now blowing their trumpets. And we went to the first four trumpets yesterday and the fifth and sixth angels blow their trumpets today. And, so, we begin, “when the fifth angel blew his trumpet, I saw a star that had fallen to earth from the sky and the star was given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit.” Okay. So, we have to kind of go back into the different ways that this can be read. So, you can read this literally because we've seen a bunch of stuff falling from the sky. And, so, a star falls from the sky and that. And then the star, the rock, the star somehow is given a key and opens up a shaft that’s on earth, but it's a bottomless pit. So, you can see how like from a literal perspective it would be hard for a star to hold a key and turn a key lock. It would be hard to find something bottomless on earth. Like, if we started digging now, right, if it was even possible to go through the center of the earth and out the other side and that would then end up in space on the other side of the world. It…how could that be bottomless? So, a completely literal reading of the book of Revelation would be…I mean…it would be very challenging. The star falling from the sky has been interpreted a number of ways, mostly dealing with that the star is actually an angel. But then the question becomes, is this a good angel or is this a bad angel? And it's been noted by scholars that the star falling from the sky imagery usually refers to a judgment of some kind and that there is no other…there is no other reference in the Scriptures to a like a good…a godly angel falling from the sky like a star. That only happens when an angel is judged and cast down. So, for example, in the gospel of Luke, Jesus said, “I saw Satan fall like a star from the heavens.” So, many commentators, not all, but many commentators would say this has to be the judgment of…of an angel that is being cast down. This may be Satan himself being cast down to do this task because he is under the sovereignty of God or…or one of his minions. So, this entity is given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit. It opens the bottomless pit. And of course, the bottomless pit is probably a metaphor for the realm of the judged. And when this pit is opened smoke comes out of the shaft like the smoke from a large furnace and the smoke darkens the sun and the air. So, there's a number of interpretations around this. I mean, if…so, if you're reading literally than its smoke. Like there’s a lot of smoke, enough to darken the sun and the air. So, a serious amount of pollution. If we’re looking a little more allegorically then darkness is usually a metaphor for like a spiritual darkness, a blindness. And, so, this comes pouring out of the bottomless pit and darkens the world. And immediately following the smoke and the darkness locusts come flying out of the bottomless pit out of the smoke onto the earth and…and they’re given power like that of the scorpion. And they’re not allowed to harm nature, like the grass or green plants or the trees. They can only torment the people. And they can only bring this judgment on those who do not have the seal of God on their foreheads. So, obviously from a literal perspective we’re talking about insect-like creatures that look like locusts but have stingers like scorpions and they plague the earth. If you’re looking allegorically, then I mean, when you look at some allegorically you can interpret it however you interpret it, which is why there's such diversity and interpretations that are everything from, you know, rational to far-fetched, and many in conflict with each other because you don't know exactly what the symbolism means. But if we’re taking a pragmatic scholarship perspective, trying to draw comparisons with similar visions that happen in other places in the Bible, then these locusts can represent those beings that have been held in the bottomless pit. And a good many scholars would say that that's associated with the fallen angels, demonic forces that have been held there and they’re loosed upon the earth. But they can't hurt the earth's nature and they can't hurt those who have been sealed with the seal of God on their foreheads. And, so, God allows the trumpet blast to happen. This star, this angel falls and is is it sent down to earth a key to the shaft of the bottomless pit. It's opened and all kinds of things come spilling out on the earth, things that can't harm those with God's seal on their foreheads. But those who don't they're definitely receiving judgment. And that judgment will either harden their hearts and lead them toward their ultimate destruction or soften their hearts and they turn to God. And for a lot of scholars this…this whole picture, this whole scene reveals that the judgment that was formerly limited to those demonic forces who are in this pit is now extending all across the earthly realm. Because of Christ's victory through His death and resurrection judgment has begun, not only in the bottomless pit, but also upon the earth. And that is happening through the darkness coming out of the pit. People are being blind…blinded in the darkness and tormented and oppressed, but this isn't happening to those who have been sealed by God. And there’s a little bit of a parallel here in Jesus words from the Gospel of Luke. “I was watching Satan fall from heaven like lightning. Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall harm you. Your names are recorded in heaven.” So, if this parallel is correct, then those sealed by God have authority over these things that are coming up out of the abyss. They have authority over them, and can be harmed by them which would lead us to believe that this is allegorical. The imagery is symbolic. And then the sixth angel blows his trumpet, and the six angel is instructed to release the four angels were held at the great Euphrates River. Some would say these are like dark ark angels, so like very very powerful demonic forces. Some draw parallels with the four angels that were the four corners of the earth with the four winds, but most translators and commentators say these are evil. They’re being held against their will for a specific time for a specific task and their loosed. And whereas in the fifth trumpet everything coming up out of the abyss wasn't allowed to kill anyone, wasn’t allowed to harm nature, wasn’t allowed to touch anyone with the seal of God on their forehead and wasn't allowed to kill anybody, it was just tormenting and oppressing people. Whereas in the sixth trumpet when these four angels are loosed their loosed to kill one third of humanity. And John says that the number of those forces were 20,000×10,000, so that's 200 million. So. if you're reading literally then four actual angels have been being held at the great Euphrates River for a time period that we don't have any way of knowing, but they've been held for a specific hour and day and month and year, and they're released and there's 200 million soldiers on horses that are loosed to do this task of killing one third of humanity. If we’re looking at this a little more allegorically, let's remember, if we’re looking at things allegorically then everything can have a meaning. So, if we’re looking at this allegorically, but with a pragmatic view, then powerful dark forces are released. They have been held for an indefinite period of time but held for this time, this time of judgment that we’re reading about. And there's a vast horde involved, and they unleashed three plagues - fire, smoke and sulfur - and these come out of their mouths. And, so, allegorically what's coming out of their mouths is bringing darkness, blindness, the inability to see clear. The power of these forces is in their mouths and in their tails. So, like in their words and in their deeds. They are bringing us such spiritual darkness and chaos and torment and depression that the result is death, and this affects 1/3 of the earth's population. Or if we’re not taking that number literally, a lot of people are affected by this darkness and death that spreads because of this. And then as we end our reading for today with the sixth trumpet there's kind of an aside, kind of God's commentary here. “The people who survived these plagues still did not turn to me and changed the way they were thinking and acting. If they had they would've stopped worshiping demons and idols made of gold, silver, bronze, stone and wood, which cannot see, hear, or walk. They did not turn away from committing murder, practicing witchcraft, sinning sexually, or stealing. So, using the formula that the Bible gives us for judgment, that it can have a refining and perfecting and purifying outcome or it can have a hardening outcome that leads a person who rejects it to their own destruction, we can see that, in spite of all that is going on, there are still those who are…who have…who have not died but who are still rejecting God.

Prayer:

Father...Father, we don't want any part of that. We don't want any part of rejecting you. And yet we confess that we have done exactly that in our thoughts, words and deeds by what we've done and by what we've left undone. And, so, we invite your Holy Spirit to continue to refine and purify us. And we reframe the suffering that we've endured in this world. We hate it. We don't want to go through it. We want you to take it away. These are so much of the content of our prayers. And although we will continue to ask you for your counsel on how to navigate through things that are very difficult and unexpected we choose to also look at what you are doing in these things, that you've got us and these things refine and purify us. And truly we want to be pure before you, true before you. We want to be sealed in you for all of eternity. Come Holy Spirit we pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.

theonekrafter’s writing news: #1

yooo its ya boy theonekrafter, coming in with the sickest general update on what’s up with writing! i thought i might as well start updating you all on what’s going on, make that follow worth it. 

index:

general news

picked clean news 

biggering news

magneto news

general news

1: hello! it’s been a while! i have been working! capitalism is ruining me.

2: you may have noticed almost all my fics have (discontinued) in the summary now, this is because i haven’t updated most of them in several years and i just wanted to make it official. no hard feelings, but that two chapter fic from 2019 was probably never getting an update. you may ask “which one?”, and to that i say “exactly.”

3: the pit discord has hit 114 members, which is sort of insane to me considering it’s for fanfic but also really hype. 

anyways, that out of the way we can get to the rambling. despite my lack of updates, i HAVE been writing, just...very infrequently. and with low energy. i’m entering a writing rush again though so i’ll try and write as many updates as i can, for you guys. 

that being said, i’ll hint to a new collab i’ll be doing with reavv, the person i worked on Les Étrangers with if anyone here is familiar with that. (it’s a dragon age fic, go figure.) i don’t know how much i can hint to right now, but it WILL be modern character(s) in thedas, and we’ll be going back to basics when it comes to common tropes in mcit. we’re working on chapter 1 as i write this, and i’m hoping it’ll be a project we both enjoy and that our readers enjoy as well!

ive had a few other works in the backlog, a few ideas for skyrim and dragon age, but whether those will see the light of day is up in the air. should i start just posting my unfinished stuff? i have a ton of si for various fandoms i’ve never finished but have like AT LEAST 2k or something on. though a lot of it is from pre 2020 so it’ll be lower quality. food for thought.

i think i might make another longer post about dragon age soon, just because i’ve been thinking ab fic a lot recently and about the slow death of dragon age’s fandom since it’s height around 2016. i love dragon age and appreciate bioware but also they make a fanfic author’s life very hard.

picked clean news

(art by me of “ari” ariadne commissioned by thewritingcorner themself)

ch 5 wordcount: 3k

@mbwestover​ x , thewritingcorner, bones and i definitely THOUGHT there was gonna be weekly uploads when we started, and then life smacked us all in the face and we all didn’t write for a month, but whatever we’re fine. 

currently as of writing this chapter 5 is at around 3k, almost done. i will say it’s gonna be a angsty one, if you read chapter 4 you’ll know why. most of it was admittedly written this past week or so by me at 3am, but that’s between me and you, random citizen. 

i think it’ll be a good one, or at least that’s what the others have told me so i have no reason to assume otherwise. you’ll be able to tell me what you think in probably a week(?) or so when we post it. (do not hold me to that. everytime i list a release date i jinx that shit)

snippet: 

biggering news

ch 8 wordcount: 2.2k

woah, what’s this? did theonekrafter add a new thing to biggering’s summary? man i wonder what it is it must be pretty coo

why am i clarifying this in the summary, you ask? 

i get a lot of comments asking if this is abandoned, which is weird, considering it’s only been like six months since i updated. grrm has taken 11 years to get out that new book, in comparison i’m doing pretty well.

jokes aside, biggering chaper 8 is in the works, i promise. we’re at like 2.2k words, i just haven’t really been feeling asoiaf lately. i haven’t been seeing any good si fics for it lately so the inspiration has been low. (i’ve been eyeing Last Serving Daughter by dwellingondreams though, let’s see if reading that will spark something in my empty head.)

ch 8 is probably gonna be better than most of the other chapters though, i’ve been improving a lot lately in terms of descriptions so i’m hoping that will translate well.

snippet: 

magneto news

ch 15 wordcount: 0

man i don’t even have actual news for this one, i have no fucking clue what direction to go in a book i started writing when i was still in highschool. the only thing saving you magneto enjoyers from a little (discontinued) is my guilt ab being one of the most popular si fics for bnha and not even enjoying bnha anymore. 

is it flattering? yes. is it also very fear inducing because i only write video game fanfic for the most part? ...also yes. 

feel free to tell me in the comments what would be interesting to see happen in magneto, i’ll gladly listen, but other than that consider magneto on a soft hiatus if you didn’t already.

alright that’ll be all for now, tune in next time for a fanfic meta post in six months. 

Little Oven

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO  COUPLE: SAMMY X READER RATING: SWEET

I sat on the sofa pondering every single choice, moment, step and situation that had led me top this precise moment. 

My feet were swollen to the size of small dogs, My body weight was so confused It felt like an earthquake pendulum was inside me and was very lost in what it was supposed to be doing, my mood swings were so rampant I can't even watch TV or read a book. I pushed my planet sized body up from the sofa pushing my legs along the rug hearing the squeak of my fluffy bat slippers as I moved along, the swish of my dress shifting as I did. I went to the small kitchen having to use a stool to reach the cabinets I grabbed myself a pack of cheddar crackers and began nibbling like a mouse as I wandered through the house but I saw no signs of anyone. I sighed and went to the back door pushing it open instantly seeing him there in his old jeans and white shirt tinkering with that old car, I felt my tummy click so I have it a soft rub as I watched him work.

I love samuel ever so much, he's the sweetest boy in the world. I had always seen him around as we often frequented the same comic shop, I know he did have an easy life, he never went to school or anything and his dad had some problems because he was just so sweet. We became friendly after a while and he even ended up moving to a house just down the street from me he would walk me to school everyday in his way to quote shakespeare in town and he'd pick me up after and we'd go to the comic store together, eventually of course we need up dating for a good few months and I really do love him he's the nicest boyfriend in the world, and as relationships do eventually…. Things happened. Between us. Given we didn't get to spend the night together very often we made sure to make the most of it whenever we did, and we are horny teenagers and we'll sammy's a little… uhh represent in that area. He doesn't even have a bedroom or bathroom door so he never really does stuff on his own so whenever I was over he got a little handsy where he missed me so much and all of a sudden everything just happened. Those two little pink lines that change the world.

I got pregnant. 

Luckily school was over and college was cool with me working distance, sammy moved out into a little one floor house he for now shares with his brother even if becket was soon to be moving in with his girlfriend freeing up the other bedroom, sammy got a job not just picking up pennies for the shakespeare quotes but working down the street in the little shop and picking up extra work in the comic shop where he could to get some extra cash before baby comes to buy all the little things we needed. 

My god facebook marketplace and ebay. They have been angels for us I don't think a single item for our baby is new but it was all at low low prices! Our sofa, five bucks! Our pram, ten! Our pram, thirty bucks! Our little baby bouncer, free! Free so long as we picked it up in twenty four hours. Samuel literally walked there for it. But really he'd been perfect, the sweetest man I could have ever wanted to go through this with. 

He spotted me and smiled wiping his hands as he came out from under the bonnet "awww hello my cute little oven" He cooes

"Oven?"

"Yeah. You have a little bun baking inside your belly your my cute little bun oven" he smiled giving me a cuddle and my bump a kiss 

"Sure sammy" I giggled 

"What's up then? Or did my little bun just wanna come see her daddy?" 

"I wondered where you where"

"Just tinkering is all darling. Would you like me to come in?"

"No it's alright I got crackers"

"You sure? My little oven doesn't want a nice bath? Or a back rub? Or for daddy to lay on her little oven and give bun some kisses" 

"So am I the oven or is my stomach the oven?"

".... I don't know. Do you want a snuggle or no?"

"I don't know, a snuggles what got me I to this mess" I laughed going to get it bedroom he quickly shut the car and door up following behind me to jump on the bed with me 

"I know, I'm sorry"

"It's alright, you don't have to keep apologizing. I love you very much. I'm happy we get our lovely baby" I smiled cuddling him nuzzling with his chest

"Yeah, I am too. I mean we kinda jump started a little. One minute were horny little kids snuggling in my car, next we're living together, deeply in love with our beautiful little bun baking away" he smiled pulling me closer and kissing my head.

Faves

The Omega Revolution: “Loving you was like going to war,

I never came back the same.”

-Warsan Shire

Or,

There are things Jimin loves. There are things Jimin hates. In the middle of a shifting world, Jeon Jeongguk manages to be both.

Hotter Than Hell: “God, I’d love to take you somewhere private and put you in your place right now,” the alpha looks at Jimin like he’s in awe.

Jimin’s skin heats up the minute those words leave the alpha’s mouth. He’d love that too. He’d love for him to show him who’s in charge, to fuck him hard until he cries and forgets about anything else that isn’t this alpha’s cock.

“Do you think I’d let you?”

“I think I’d make you feel so good you wouldn’t have a choice but to keep that pretty little mouth shut.”

“I’m not a very docile omega, you know.”

“I’ll teach you how to be docile, sweetheart.”

Or, 28-year-old omega Jimin, father of one, can’t find an alpha good enough to satisfy him until he meets 21-year-old alpha frat boy Jungkook.

until the spring comes again, until the flowers bloom again (stay here a little longer): “I demand you return me to my pack immediately!” the small omega screams at him, stomping the floor in frustration.

Jungkook only snorts, unamused. He can’t believe this little thing is still trying to go against him when he’s literally the only thing between him and a pack full of bloodthirsty wolves.

“Listen here, princess, I already told you that there’s no going back. You’re ours now—

”The omega takes one swift step forward to stand right in front of Jungkook, defiance burning deep in his eyes.

“I am not yours, alpha. I’ll never be yours.

”It’s a challenge, the wolf within Jungkook howls in rage and before the alpha can even stop himself, he has the smaller man pinned between him and a wall.

“We’ll see about that, omega.”

you are me, i am you: When he’s come close enough that he’s standing just a few feet away from Jimin, he stops, clearing his throat. He wonders if Jimin can tell, just by his presence here, that Jungkook wants to court him. If he does, he shows no signs of it. He just looks at Jungkook as if he’s expecting him to do something crazy out of a sudden. It makes his lips twist upwards and Jimin squints his eyes, as if trying to read him.

“Can I scent you?” He asks, finally.

Whispers and Sunlight: Growing up as an orphan in the poorest town of Dayangsong, alpha Jeon Jeongguk learned to steal from the wealthy to survive. A chance to work at the palace gives Jeongguk an easy in, but life takes a wild detour when he crosses paths with stubborn omega crown prince Park Jimin, who is determined to break every single rule forced upon him.

Like Everything Glows: Jeon Jeongguk watches the sun rise and set on the water every day without wondering what may lie far beneath the surface. One nighttime walk along the beach upheaves his entire life, sending his human morals into a tailspin as he questions what his beliefs really are.

Picture (Not) perfect: Jungkook’s conceptual photography professor gives him a new assignment, and he finds a unique muse. A dancer named Park Jimin, who he can’t stand.

Pink Lemonades, Tattoos And I Love You’s (Two books): Jimin had his summer all planned out, until he was forced to go to his grand mother’s house in Busan.

He thought his summer was going to be boring and long,

until he met Jeon Jungkook.

No Homo: Jimin was only supposed to be helping Jungkook out seeing as they’re “best friends” and what are best friends for if they can’t help you out right? Exactly, but you know, in a situation of friends with benefits, feelings are always involved eventually… even after they’ve clearly established the whole “no homo” thing.

Raspberry Vodka: “You don’t have to make excuses.” Jimin crosses the room and Jungkook follows him to the doorway, all the words he wants to say jumbling together in his head but never making it to his lips. He wants to tell Jimin he’s just inexperienced and way too drunk and all he needs is a second to calm down and reassess his thoughts before he throws up from stress, but Jimin is already opening the door and stepping out into the hallway and oh god, he needs to say something.

“I’m a virgin!” Jungkook shouts.

Coconut Head & McThiccens: Jeon Jungkook is possibly the most ordinary guy you’ll ever meet in your life. He is absolutely emotionless and boring. His favorite cereal is corn flakes, and he enjoys golfing with his dad on the weekends. His two best friends consist of a self-centered, abstinent, angry jerk named Jin and a clumsy, spoiled brainiac named Namjoon.

Park Jimin enters Jungkook’s life and turns his world upside down. He’s loud, messy, and emotional; the complete opposite of Jungkook. He lives with his drunkard father on the weekends and his rich mother during the week. Problems in his home life start seeping into his personal life, and his two best friends–Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung–aren’t as close to him as he once thought.

Can Jimin and Jungkook, despite their differences, come together?

Two Can Play That Game: “So he’s a literal D-I-L-F.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds kinky.”

OR

When Jimin’s favorite first grade student lands in the principal’s office after a fight, she’s giddy at the prospect of her father showing up to the discipline meeting. When her father walks into the office and fist-bumps his daughter, Jimin immediately understands why.