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boliv-jenta · 9 months

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No outbreak Joel Miller x inexperienced f!reader

Dave York x inexperienced f!reader

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Summary: With the summer coming to an end, Joel teaches you one more lesson.

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. Protected P in V sex (explicit, to make up for all the unprotected sex. Use condoms!) Rough oral m!receiving. Swearing. Talk of adultery. Dave York.

Summer Schooled

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It turns out Sarah was actually ill. Just a little tummy bug but it kept her home for a couple of days. When she was starting to recover on the second day you'd dropped in to visit her.

"Hey!" She'd perked up as you entered the living room where she lay in a nest of blankets and pillows.

"Hi. I wanted to come check on you. My mom made you some soup." You gestured over your shoulder to where you'd handed the container to Joel in a very awkward interaction. Joel hadn't so much as texted you in the last couple of days so when he opened the door neither of you were sure what to say. He'd made polite conversation, thanked you for the soup, then invited you in to talk to Sarah.

"Thank you. You wanna stay and watch a movie? We're bingeing bad action movies."

Hesitantly, you looked at Joel. He gave you a half shrug and waved his hand as if he was pushing the ball into your court.

"Yeah. I'd love that. I've missed you this week." That was true, you had.

When you leave you are going to miss Sarah and the York girls. They're all going to grow up into such amazing women. Funny, smart, strong. Each one has their own distinct little character. They never failed to make you laugh or to come out with something to make you think.

The movie was not even half way over when Sarah fell fast asleep. Her curled up form gently rose and fell with each even breath. Even you standing from the end of the sofa she'd given you was enough to wake her. Joel had tossed his head towards his office to get you to follow him.

"Hey." The same greeting as his daughter but a wildly different tone. He seemed shy almost. With the doors now closed behind him he walked towards you. "I wanted to talk to you before you leave. I kind of got caught up in all of this." His hand came up to rub the back of his neck. "It was Dave's idea to play into all your doe eyed flirting. I know you're not as innocent as you've been making out or I swear to God I would never have touched you, legal or not. I got lost on a power trip. On having you on my terms. I haven't had much luck with women over the last decade. They didn't want to come second to Sarah or third to my business. Which I get…" he caught your eyes looking at him patiently. "...anyway. I just wanted to apologise. I hope I haven't put you off men for life just because…" he trailed off.

Tentatively, you lay a hand on the arm the was now across his chest gripping his other arm. "Because…?"

"Because I was lonely and needed to be seen as more than a father or a contractor. I wanted to be wanted. Fuck, I still don't know if you wanted me or the little fantasy we built up."

"It was definitely you Joel. I liked you plenty before that, because you're a great dad, because you're a competent contractor. It's all very hot. You're very hot, and funny, and smart, and if I were a few years older…"

"Just a few…?" He huffed out a laugh.

"Just a few." You smiled. "I would love to date you."

"How do I know you're not just flattering an old man to get some dick?"

"Because I could go get some old man dick from down the street with a whole lot less work."

"Fair. Make sure you get him tested first though. I did. Twice. I wasn't letting him near you until I knew he was clean."

"I figured you both would. I trust you."

"Just don't go trusting everyone like that." His arm wrapped around you to bring you into a hug. Your hands rested on his chest feeling his heartbeat softly.

After a moment of just being together in each others arms, you placed a kiss to his lips. "I mean it, Joel. I think you're great and any woman would be lucky to have you."

Before he could answer Sarah called his name.

Dave's knuckles turned white as his hand gripped over yours on the headboard. If the bed wasn't as sturdy it would have been slapping against the wall from the force of Dave's thrusts. His knees were in between yours spreading them as he took you from behind. The hand that wasn't on yours was working you clit in tight circles.

"Fuck." He snarled into your hair. "I'm going to miss this pussy. You get so fucking wet…so hot…got me pussy drunk. I just want to keep slamming my dick home. Oh, shit. Ohhh." His cock twitched inside you as felt the warmth of his cum spread.

For a second you were a little disappointed that you hadn't come yet, then you realised he was still very much hard."Dave?!"

"Little blue pill. I haven't got his pussy for much longer. I'm not wasting it." He carried on his furious pace. There was something about him fucking his cum deeper inside you than made your toes curl and had you coming around him. "Oh, Dave!"

"Oh, that's it. God, the way your tight little cunt clamps down further on my cock…ugh." He dragged you flush against him. The hand from the headboard palmed one of your breasts. He rolled your nipple in between his fingers. His lips sucked at your neck. Twice you'd had to yank his hair to stop him leaving marks. He'd playfully nipped at your ear before moving his lips to kiss somewhere else. He pushed you over the edge twice more before finally beginning to lose his erection.

When the two of you collapsed on the bed it was odd how your instinct was to find your own space. Even with the oxytocin coursing through your veins giving your vision a rosy tint, you didn't feel the need for any more physical contact. Unlike with Joel where you craved his gentle touch.

"Well I think that's all the lessons I have in me today." Dave slowed his breathing as he lay on his back, his cock soft against his thigh.

"Lessons? You don't seem to be teaching me much. You just rail me." You laughed through your panting.

"Just rail you? Some women would kill for me to just rail them."

"You know what I mean." You slapped his bare chest.

"Up. I gotta change these sheets before Carol gets back." He held out his hand to pull you to your feet before setting to work.

"Why do you cheat on her?" The question was out of your mouth before you thought about it.

Surprisingly, Dave stopped and sat on the bed, the half bundled up sheets in his hands. He wrang them as he spoke. "I don't think of it as cheating. It's like we're in an open marriage, we just haven't agreed on it out loud. Carol's had her fair share of men."

"So why not talk to her?" You took a chance and sat next to him, just close enough to provide some comfort with your presence.

"I might not be in love with her but I love her. I'd miss her if she were gone. She's family. I'd miss the time we spend together with the girls, as a family. I can't risk that." He turned to look you in the eyes as he spoke. Those brown eyes were so full of sincerity you almost reached out to hug him. Almost.

Bringing yourself back from being lost in his eyes you asked. "Isn't fucking me in her bed risky?"

"No, that's just sex. Talking about our relationship. That's the risk. That's where things can snowball. I won't do that to my girls."

Again you softened just a touch towards him. Enough to place the barest of kisses to his cheek. "You're a good father, Dave. You're not winning any awards for being a good person but you're a good father."

"Thank you." It was sincere. The two of you sat in the moment. A softness sitting between you that had never been there before. It was pleasant until Dave broke it. "Right. Up. I've got to wash your cum out of my wife's sheets." The playful smirk on his face showed you this was him slipping his mask back in place.

Friday night rolled around. This time on Sunday you'd be in your new home, ready to start your new life. It still didn't seem real. The last couple of years the itch to get out and see the world had been under your skin. Now you were close to finally scratching suddenly it was more of a subtle tingle that you could ignore. Being here with Joel, and Dave, seeing a new part of the world with them, that could be it for now. They could satisfy your wanderlust, as well as a few other lusts. College could wait a year. You could try to romanticise it all you wanted, the truth was cold feet were setting in bad. When Joel called you to look after Sarah you were relieved to have something to distract you.

The Miller's front door opened to reveal Joel. He was freshly showered, his damp hair was slicked back. He looked so good that you had to remind yourself that you were here for Sarah not him. Although you might have worn your short, button down tea dress hoping for even a quick moment with him.

"Hi, Mr Miller." You called Joel by his first name plenty of times in front of Sarah but putting up the pretence of respecting your elders helped to keep you from sliding into other habits with Joel. The last thing you wanted to do was slip up and touch him in front of Sarah.

The door closed behind you seconds before your back met it. Joel was crowding you up against it. His lips crushed to yours, his hand in your hair tugged sharply to open your mouth so he could fill it with his tongue. His other hand worked at pulling down your panties before two thick, calloused fingers skimmed your thigh before being pressed deep inside you. Joel's lips never left yours until the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the brush of the heel of his palm had you calling his name.

When he pulled away, leaving you a trembling mess with your panties around your knees being held up by the door, he flashed you that sinister grin. "Dave's got Sarah. He wanted to make up for basically being a piece of shit and stealing more time with you."

Excitement flushed your veins, your heart rate picked up, you felt you were in trouble. Part of you braced yourself when Joel stalked towards you. His chest was almost touching yours when he squatted down slowly, never breaking eye contact, to help you out of your panties. He licked one solidarity strip through your folds before standing up to kiss you. The tang of you on his tongue was electric.

"While he was bragging. He also said you said he doesn't teach you anything. Why don't you tell me what you want for a change? You can be in charge." This Joel was new to you. The predatory smirk was gone. His voice was soft. He wasn't Dom Joel. Or Mr Miller. Or the helpful handyman. This was Joel the equal. The fellow adult. Offering to fill a need.

Tears threatened to form in your eyes. "I'm moving back east, to a new place, I'll have a few friends I can meet up with but other than that I'm on my own in the big bad world. I'll be making my own choice then. Right now, I want you to make my choices for me. I want to be your good girl."

This Joel gave you a small smile before it twisted and Dom Joel returned. "Oh, you are, Honey. Why don't you drop to your knees for me?" He didn't have to ask twice. His hand came up to cup your chin. His thumb brushed across your lips. "Such a pretty mouth. Why don't you put it to good use for me?" Your eyes flitted to the hard outline in his jeans. "Gone on. Help yourself."

Taking a deep breath to keep yourself together, you got to work on his belt and fly. Pushing his jeans out of the way, the back of your fingers grazed his length stretching his marled grey boxer briefs. The sigh that came from his lips was something you would keep with you for years to come. Literally. The world felt so out of your control at the minute, everything was out of your hands no matter how many lists or plans or vision boards you made. Right now though, as your hands slipped into Joel's underwear to pull out his heavy girth while his breath hitched in his chest, you felt pretty damn in control.

Starting at his balls you licked a strip right the way up his entire length. He tasted a little musky but there was a cleanness there. His skin smelled faintly like his soap. The tip was salty and tangy due to the pre cum there. It was truly intoxicating. His body wanted you. It was getting ready to slip inside yours. You lapped at his slit for more. Joel's hands had been retrained at his sides, once you wrapped your lips around the head, all bets were off. Both of them buried in your hair. "Jesus. Such a good little whore."

The praise had you squirming at the leak between your legs. "You're treating me so well. Maybe I should do something for you. Remember when you nearly choked on Dave's dick?"

Your throat tightened at the memory, Joel felt it. "Ssshh. It's okay, Darlin'. We'll take it easy." One of his hands held the back of your neck while the other softly brushed your hair back. "Just breathe." Gripping the base of his cock he fed it forward. Each vein rippled over your stretched lips. The weight of his hard length on your tongue made you want to suck. Joel groaned and rolled his hips for a moment. "Naughty girl. Trying to distract me. Now you have to take it deeper. Give me your hand." He peeled your hand off his thigh and made a fist with it. "Now, squeeze it, and press your thumb here. Keep breathing through your nose. Nice and slow. There you go. Oh, shit."

The blunt head of his cock pushed at the back of your tongue kicking in your gag reflex. Concentrating on your fist and breathing slowly you were able to fight it off. Until Joel pushed just a little too far. That time you gagged and coughed around his cock. A line of spit connected your lips to the head when Joel pulled out. "Good girl. You did so well." He soothes as you still spluttered. "You're going to have to do better though." He pulled you up by your hair to push his cock past your lips. The roughness of him made you weak for him. In that moment you would have given him anything. It's freeing to feel like you can completely hand yourself over to him. It's the same with Dave. You trust both of them not to hurt you, even in an effort to keep up their illusion of complete control. He was able to thrust a few times, taking you to the edge of your comfort zone before you gagged again. Once you composed yourself, he held his mouth watering length in front of you. "Do you want more, Baby?"

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you nodded up at him. "Oh, my good girl. You'll get more."

With an ease born from his strength, Joel swept you up into his arms. Laying you on the sofa he slowly undid the buttons of your dress and pushed it off you. His fingers slid under the lace of your bar to push it up.Once your breasts were exposed to him he set about licking, kissing, sucking, caressing every inch as if he was committing them to memory. Maybe he was, you brushed the thought away and gave yourself back over to his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful. You know that? Truly beautiful. Never let anyone tell you any different." His tone told you the other Joel was back.

This Joel stripped naked before laying a blanket on the sofa and sitting down. "Here, Honey." He pulled you over to straddle his lap. "You can have all the cock you want but I want you to take it. I want you to ride me. Here." Reaching over to his jeans, strewn over the sofa arm, he fished something from the pocket.

"A condom?" For a moment your heart sank. Had he been with someone else?

"I want you to show me you know how to use one of these. Then I want you to show me you know how to take what you need. Well?"

You could do this. You'd practised on cucumbers and watched videos. Hold his cock at the bottom. Make sure the condom is the right way. Pinch the tip to keep the air out, put it on like a little hat then roll it down. Joel's cock wasn't anything like a cucumber. The cucumber didn't make you wet as you slid your hand down it. Fuck, who said putting condoms on ruins the mood.

"Was that the first time you've done that?" Joel raised an eyebrow.

"On a penis, yes. I have some practice with cucumbers." Both Joel's eyebrows shot up. "Not like that!" You giggled. "Just practising putting the condom on."

"Well it paid off. Now you can slip me inside."

"How…?" God, you felt stupid for having to ask.

"Just guide it with your hand. Once the tip is lined up you can sink down onto it."

Taking him in your hand you got him in the general area then tried to sink down a little. It took a little manoeuvring to get him actually lined up thankfully your slick aided you in finding the right spot. He slid up along your body until he was notched at your entrance. Slowly you sank down on him until you were full.

"There we go. I'll never get tired of that. You fit me like a glove." His words stung your heart. He was talking as if you had a future. Like he would get the opportunity to see if he could get tired. "Time to move, Darlin'. Take what you want."

"Er..how. How do I…? I mean up and down or…?"

"Do what feels right for you. Just don't go too hard or high if you want to bounce on it. I don't want you to break nothin'. Try lifting up a little and just moving back and forth for now."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The shy smiles you exchanged seemed completely out of place while he was buried inside you.

Following Joel's advice you moved your hips back and forth. Each time his hard length tapped against the front wall of your pussy, just brushing shy of that perfect spot. For a while you just enjoyed the steady rhythm. Joel seems to too. He leaned back sighing, settling into the sofa at his back.

When your nerves get the better of you, you break the near silence. "Is that…? Does it feel good for you?"

"So good, Sweetheart. You always do. Is it good for you?"

"It doesn't quite feel like when you do it." The tiny voice that leaves you doesn't say 'grown woman off to college'.

Joel smiles "I'll take that as a compliment. Try bouncing up and down a little or circling your hips."

Bouncing sounds like the closest to when they drive into you so you gave it a go. Rising up, you dropped back down on him. "Oh, Joel!"

"There you go. Right there, huh?"

You rose up to drop down on him again, and again. "Fuck. Joel!"

The head of his cock was hitting that spot just right. The both of you could feel your orgasm approaching. "That's it, Baby. You look gorgeous like this."

Joel's praise and your release within reach made you speed up only for Joel's length to slip out from you. "Shit. Sorry."

"It's okay. It happens. Keep going." Slipping him back in was even easier this time. Your body drew him in deep. A few rounds of your hips and you got back into the rhythm. Soon Joel started to groan more. The vibration of it was under your palms as you pushed off his chest. His head rolled back on the sofa, exposing that beautiful neck. The warm low light from the lamp caused the sheen of sweat on his skin to glisten. He really was the most handsome man you'd ever seen.

"Fuck, Beautiful. You're going to make me come. Would you like that? Me, filling this condom up because you ride me..ugh…so fucking well?" His voice was strained. He was so close and it was all down to you.

"Joel. I'm gonna…" A silent scream left you as your whole body lit up from where you were joined.

With your tight cunt milking him Joel couldn't hold out any longer. "Oh. Shit. Shit. Oh. Take it, Baby. Take it." He moaned through his release.

Part of you missed him filling you, claiming you. One look at his face showed that you had claimed him this time. He looked at you, those big brown eyes filled with something you didn't want to think about. Years later you would accept it as love.

"Right." He cleared his throat. "You know how to deal with the condom when you get up?"

"I think so." Reaching down you held the condom in place as you lifted off his softening length.

"Good girl." He took over, pulling off the condom before tying it off and placing it in the discarded wrapper. "I'm going to put it in Dave's mailbox."

"You wouldn't." You laughed curling into his side.

"I have to admit. I am a little jealous." The look on his face made him look boyish.

"Don't be. He's not the one I'm thinking of staying for." Your nerve failed you and you turned away from him.

His finger was curled under your chin and bringing you back instantly. "Sweetheart, I…"

"I know. It's a stupid idea. I can't base my future on this. It's a nice fantasy though." You offered him a smile before kissing his palm.

"It is." A hand cupped the back of your head, curling you back into his side, holding you close. "You know, this doesn't have to end right here and now. You'll be back to visit your mom. If you haven't found anyone your age, I still think I have a few more lessons I can teach you."

A weight lifted from your chest. "I could be up for that."

Little did you both know that that would be the last time you would ever set foot in that house.

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adoremexxs · 9 months

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Information about my Demon Slayer Au

I mainly focus on the Hantengu brothers because I love them way more than everyone else.

Warning: this contains very heavy themes such as sh, abuse, etc.

Sometimes this can vary from highschool to college, it really depends on the time.

Sekido is the oldest brother, Karaku is the second oldest, Aizetsu is the middle child and Urogi is the youngest out of the quadruplets. Urogi has his birthday on another day because he almost died and he also was just born a lot later.

Zohakuten is the youngest. Zohakuten is 15, just recently turned and is going into his freshman year. The brothers are all 17 and going into their junior year.

Most of the stories I wrote recently are when Zohakuten is in 8th grade. That’s when he meets Rui.

A little backstory. Their mom gave birth to the quadruplets and she was happy and healthy, their mom was Latino. Their dad was Japanese.

Whenever she had Zohakuten, Zohakuten had an illness that affected her body instead of his. The only side effect that he really got was that he was really sick as a kid and he has the purple vein-like cracks under his eyes.

His illness took over her body and whenever Zohakuten was 7 years old, she passed away. It was a long, painful death because she had been hurting so bad.

Sekido had to take care of her while she was sick and even took up a part-time job to help his dad and mom out. He grieved the hardest when she passed.

Their dad was an alcoholic and a narcissist so they regularly experienced beatings as children.

Sekido had it the worst. He took all the beatings for his brothers so they didn’t have to deal with it.

It still didn’t stop his father from almost beating Zohakuten half to death. Because of Zohakuten’s sickness, they regularly had to go to the doctor. It was expensive.

Zohakuten got better over the years but if he got a little cold, he would take a few days or weeks to recover.

Shortly after Zohakuten turned 7, their father dropped them off at their grandpa Urami’s house.

Their grandpa is their father’s dad so he is Japanese.

He taught them their culture and also taught them respect. Urami was old and fragile as well as extremely narcissistic and manipulated the brothers a lot but he did truly care about them…sometimes.

Two years pass, Zohakuten is 9 and he is with his grandpa and his grandpa suddenly has a seizure and a heart attack.

Zohakuten is 9 years old. He has no idea what to do but freak out and watch his grandpa die in front of him.

Right as their grandpa died, Sekido had gotten home first since Aizetsu was hanging out with friends and Urogi and Karaku were at school clubs.

Sekido had so much hatred towards Zohakuten that it was the first time he put his hands on him. He blamed Zohakuten for all of the misery they had to suffer with.

Sekido had to take up two jobs to provide for his family. They were “placed” with their father. Their father let them live in the rundown house but they had to pay him money.

He never came around to see them or anything. Whenever the quadruplets turned 15, he finally just let them live there.

Zohakuten was 10 and was self harming himself in their little kitchen when Sekido found him. Zohakuten hasn’t hurt himself since because Sekido’s words and punches cut deep enough for him not to even think about it.

Urogi was bullied throughout primary and middle school for his loud and cheerful personality and also weird looks because he looked a bit different from his brothers.

Urogi has a scar on his waist from where his father had hit him with a beer bottle.

Aizetsu suffers from depression and anxiety and body issues. He’s on medication for it and he is doing better.

Urogi is very apathetic to his trauma, at most, he has self image issues and worries about how others perceive him.

Karaku deals with his trauma by sleeping with people and like Urogi, he has self image issues and drug and drinking addictions. It stopped whenever Zohakuten found him almost dead though. This was when Zohakuten was 13.

Sekido has became exactly like their father. He carries that burden on his shoulders, multiple scars from beatings, getting locked out onto the porch in freezing degree rain, extreme mental health issues, overthinking and more.

Sekido has put his hands on Zohakuten and Karaku the most. Karaku instigates it the most and they get into full fledged fist fights.

Sekido broke Zohakuten’s nose whenever they got into a huge fight. Zohakuten was 12 whenever Sekido broke his nose. The fight was about Zohakuten hanging out Gyutaro and Daki. Gyutaro is known as the drug dealer and Daki is his “slutty” little sister. They gave Zohakuten drugs and he did them.

Sekido felt extremely guilty afterwards and did everything in his power to make it up to Zohakuten who didn’t want to talk to him.

Zohakuten doesn’t stay at home at all. He goes over to Rui’s almost every day or just stays in his room. He broke down in front of Rui and told him everything about his home life and all he could was cry.

He has since then pledged to never cry in front of Rui again because he seems “weak.”

Sekido has taken up therapy and medication after he broke Zohakuten’s nose and involved himself in a lot of past times. Him and Zohakuten still have an extremely off relationship.

The friend groups.

I’ll just refer to them as the delinquents (the demons) and the popular kids (the hashira). They all are extremely popular for their own bad reasons.

The Popular kids: Shinobu, Giyuu (he’s just there tbh), Gyomei, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Kanae, Mitsuri, Obanai, Tengen’s girlfriends in this case, Yoriichi

The Delinquents: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyokko, Kaigaku, Hairo, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi, Gyutaro

Yoriichi will alternate between friend groups because of his brother.

Then we have Tanjiro’s friend group: Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, Zentisu, Inosuke, Genya, Muichiro, Senjuro, Rui

Zohakuten’s friend group: Zohakuten, Rui, Gyutaro and Daki

He barely even talks to Gyutaro and Daki anymore but they are his friends.

Football players: Kyojuro, Akaza, Karaku, Sekido, and Tengen.

Basketball players: Akaza, Urogi, Gyutaro, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Gyomei, Muichiro, Sanemi.

Soccer players: Akaza, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku, Sekido, Kyojuro, Giyuu and Muichiro.

Track players: Karaku, Tengen, Aizetsu, and Shinobu

Cheerleading: Kanao, Kanae, Koyuki, Mitsuri, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuri

Archery: Sekido, Susamaru and Yahaba

Debate: Sekido, Kaigaku, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Tanjiro

Baking: Mitsuri, Kanao, Kanae, Nezuko, Zentisu, Tanjiro

Wrestling: Urogi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Gyomei, Mitsuri, Akaza and Sanemi

Shinobu runs the science club.

Akaza and Kyojuro are friends and get along great, they practice sports together.

Kyojuro does have stalker tendencies as he stalked the last girl he was dating. Karkau and Urogi harass him about it.

Depending on the storyline, I usually don’t include Muzan. Muzan is Rui’s father in my hes but he is pretty young and he gets paid to stay away from his actual family.

His family is filthy rich so he gets paid a bunch. Muzan definitely has befriended Kokushibo though either way.

Relationships with the Hantengu brothers.

Urogi doesn’t have a label neither does Karaku. They swing both ways and don’t care what you identify as, they love you the way you are.

Sekido is bisexual/demisexual. It takes him a long time to feel a connection with someone so if you are the lucky person who he clicks with, do not betray his trust at all. He is mentally unstable and trying to heal!

Aizetsu’s depression has made him aromantic almost. If he falls in love, he doesn’t care what you identify as, what you look like, just love him and cherish him.

Zohakuten does not give a shit about relationships at all. He hates couples in general. He is only focused on getting out of school and spending time with Rui.

This was just more information on my Demon Slayer AU. Muzan is lowkey just there and I definitely focus on the Hantengu Brothers more. I just like them more.

I kinda went into depth and tried to explain the timeline. If something doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry. I’m writing this at 12 AM and half asleep.

I hope you enjoyed!

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gaybae1021 · 4 months

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Y’all quite liked the Zianna Garrance comic I made. We’ll have more Zianna bein’ a good mom. Enjoy reading and also comic!

Hypothetical season 3 episode where Garroth and Zane sneak into O'Khasis and accidentally reunite with their mom. There’s a lot of emotions, and Garroth overhears his mom crying in her room one night. He sits beside her and she finally shares everything.

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Garroth gently pushed open the door to his mother’s room. Zianna was sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed. The moonlight coming through the windows defined her silhouette. The muffled crying sounds he had heard walking by were clear now. He felt very ill-equipped to help, but still approached her.

“Mum, are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Garroth!” She jolted slightly, turning away and wiping her eyes. She turned back and tried to give him a comforting smile. “I thought you were asleep already.” Her voice was thick.

Closer now, Garroth saw Zianna was cradling a knapsack in her lap.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Hm, oh this? It’s nothing.” she answered.

Garroth looked at her, unconvinced. He sat beside her on the floor, taking one of her hands in his. She sighed defeatedly.

“When I first had you, everything was perfect.” she began. “ You were this pudgy little thing with a head full of blonde curls. You cried for the first time and I loved you instantly. Every little thing, both the good and the bad days, just made me love you even more. You were such a happy baby, my little ray of sunshine.

“Your father adored you. We knew you’d grow up to look just like him. I saw the fierce pride in his eyes every-time he looked at you. As you got older, he began preparing you. You couldn’t have been more than five before you were at his side for every event. I stayed quiet for a bit. If this was how Garte chose to spend his time with you, it wasn’t my place to argue.”

Her expression darkened. “But I saw you changing. You were so quiet, so afraid to make mistakes. I told Garte to ease up on you, but it didn’t help. You stopped playing with your toys, stopped talking to me, or to anyone. I could see your light fading.

“Zuzu was the last bit of respite we had. Funny, considering how sick I got carrying him. Garte was afraid for me, he took time away from his duties to look for solutions. And you were practically glued to my side. You were worried, but also so excited to be a big brother. Zuzu was so different from you. He was quiet, and a bit cranky at times. But you didn’t care. You would lay on the floor with him and play for hours. I would read him stories and you would do the silly voices for me. And when Zuzu fell asleep, you’d curl up next to me and I’d run my fingers through your hair until you dozed off as well. And for just a bit, everything was right.

“But eventually, things went back to how they were before. I still had Zuzu, once he was sure I would recover, Garte made it clear that he had no regard for Zane. But he kept you close as always. I kept pushing, stealing whatever time I could get with you. It seemed the more I tried to reach out to you, the more your father kept you away from me. He said you couldn’t get distracted. All the while, the time I could get with you became less and less. You grew up, and I could see our distance in the way you looked at me.

“I disobeyed whenever I thought I could get away with it, tried to help in whatever ways I could, tried to keep that happy little boy I knew was still in their alight. And then…that day. I saw you shatter, and I couldn’t do anything for you. I have never felt like such a failure.” Her voice quavered, and Garroth squeezed her hand reassuringly. She smiled slightly.

“I had felt so lost for so long on the right thing to do.” she continued, “But after that day I was set: I was going to get you out. Get us all out. I didn’t know when, or how, but it was all I could think about. I wouldn’t let this place hurt us anymore.

“It was a slow process, getting everything in order without raising suspicion. I had contacts more fond of me than Garte, people who might have kept us hidden. We could start over, just a normal life.”

She removed her hand from Garroth’s, opening the knapsack and pulling items out one at a time.

“I packed this for the night we’d leave. Everything I thought we’d need. Clothes, money, fake documents.” She laid those items on the floor.

“Books for Zane, to keep him occupied.” She set down a small stack of bound books. Rummaging through the bag again, she laughed softly, before pulling out a stuffed bear.

“It’s so embarrassing. By the time I started packing, I didn’t know what things you liked anymore. But you were always enamored with your stuffed toys as a baby, it was all I could think of at the time.” She handed the toy to him. Garroth took it, his eyes starting to sting. But this was about his mom, so he took a deep breath, calming himself before setting down the toy with the other items.

“It’s terrible,” she continued, “but I was fearful that you would refuse to leave with us. I couldn’t be sure how you would react, being under Garte’s thumb for so long. But even if it was a risk, I wouldn’t give up on you.

“I kept waiting for a safe time to leave. But it never came. Deep down, I was afraid. Our lives weren’t happy but at least they were familiar. And what would happen to you boys if we were found? So I just kept waiting.

“I never would have predicted that you’d be able to get out all by yourself. After that, my plans just fell apart. I couldn’t go after you and risk giving you away. And with Garte getting into Zane’s head, I couldn’t leave him either.

“Again, I was trapped, watching our family get torn apart. And again, I helped in whatever ways I could, for all the good it ended up doing.”

#aphmau #aphblr #aphverse #mcd #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #aphmau mcd #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #aphmau garroth #mcd zianna #aphmau zianna #zianna ro'meave

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Psychonauts 3 minor antagonist >:)

D'Artagnan Astubelief! The "mystery" person who's been framing Raz! Or at least one of the people behind it...

Im still trying to figure out was his motivation could be... I was thinking maybe his Aunt who I might make (at least One of) the main antagonist could be influencing him, but I still need a motivation. I'd love to hear any ideas!

I also updated his lore! Like- a lot! I'll put it under a read more >:)

*None of this official, btw. all of this based purely off my headcanons*

D'Art used to be born Psychic, but I changed it to where he was actually born NON-psychic, but becomes psychic due to some.... Stuff

SO D'Arts mom, Natasha, got super sick while she was pregnant with D'arts little sister, Ania. Unfortunately, after Ania was born, Natasha was so weak she couldn't fight her illness and she passed a few days later.

D'Art's dad, Ronan, was so overcome with grief over his wife, that it had a huge impact on D'art and his family.

Fast forward about 5-ish years, right as Ronan is finally starting to recover from the loss if his wife, D'art gets the same sickness. And similarly to his mother, he dies. Ronan is once again absolutely crushed by the death of his youngest son. At this point, he can't take the loss of another loved one anymore, and on one rainy night goes to see his aunt.

Dr. Vladlena Astubelief is studies in the paranormal. Including necromancy and re-animation. But don't let the "Dr." In her name fool you, a lot of her experiments are very cruel and botched. Unfortunately, Ronan is also very desperate.

He begs for her to help bring D'art back. She's only ever experienced on dead animals, so she was very delighted to be given the chance to experiment on an actual person. She took D'Art's body and sent Ronan back to the rest of his family, saying if all goes well she'll return D'art herself.

Fast forward 2 botched surgeries/dissections, and replacing bits of his non-psychic brain with psychic bits, which were totally not stolen, and Ronan gets a call, saying D'Artagnan will be dropped off, alive and well.

D'Art is returned back to his family, so things are all fun and good now! Right?... Well...

Yes, D'Art is back, but his personality and behavior is very different. He used to be very energetic and bright. Playing with his siblings and helping out with chores best he can, always willing to lend a hand. After he came back, he became distant and cynical. Appearance wise, he also looked a lot more pale, his hair even started to turn white, when it was originally jet black like his dad's

It turned white thanks to his Aunts experiments, and also the fact that he's basically half alive

#doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #Psychonauts 3 #d'artagnan #D'Artagnan Astubelief #Psychonauts d'art #psychonauts fanart

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We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed Reader) Chapter 1

Warnings!: Abuse, violence.

Minors get the fuck out of here! 🔞+

Hello everyone! This is my first Creepypasta x Reader fanfic, I hope everyone enjoy it! I must apologize if the fanfic have grammar and spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language, but I'm trying very hard!

Thanks and enjoy the story

Chapter 2

I was panting heavily, feeling the blood staining every part of my body. I was chained against the wall. Naked, cover in boiling water burns, cuts, cigarette burns and bruises. Why I am here? Let me tell you my history. I used to be a happy girl with a normal life. I had two lovely parents, that were worry about me and always made sure that I had everything I need. My mom was a nurse and my father a journalist. I barely remember my mother, she was always busy at the hospital, she worked the whole day, and when she didn’t, she came home pretty late and, in that circumstance, my father was my best friend. He used to look after me, he used to take me to school, he used to listen to my problems… he used to love me.

One day, my mother got terrible sick, and my father did everything to cure her, to find a treatment… but as time passed, my mother’s illness became increasingly worse. She died one Friday at 12:00 am. From that day, dad started to act weird. He started to avoid me in every way, like I never exist. I never see him until night, but he was passed away on the coach with a smell of alcohol. That routine continued for 2 months. I knew he was having a hard time by dealing with mom’s death, I was waiting for him to recover, to return to the lovely father I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong.

Who knew that my life would become a nightmare overnight? First the insults began, then the beatings, finally the torture. I never knew what I did for deserve this, the only thing I was sure, he was always blaming me for mom’s death. I had to deal with the pain every second. There were days that I was bruised so bad that I hardly had the strength to stay awake. I never told anyone about this, he treated to kill me if I did… because of that I never had friends.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I was so focus on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the man entered to the room.

“Did you sleep well you little shit?” he whispered in my ear.

“Y-yes..” I said. I could barely talk, my throat hurt from screaming and I hadn’t drink water in days.

“Yes, what? And look at me while I’m talking to you!” he pulled my hair to face him clearly annoyed.

“Y-yes.. s-sir” I replayed softly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he shouted angrily.

“YES SIR!”

“That’s better” he said pleased while unlocking the chains. “Get dress, you have 5 minutes and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes sir!” I said, and immediately ran to my room. I open the closet to put the first things that I found. I was kidding, I didn’t have a closet. I didn’t have furniture at all. That man sold most of the things of my room to buy alcohol and cigarettes. The only thing I had was an old futon that I used as bed and my cloths that were throw to the floor. Most of the were rip apart by the man when he was in bad mood. I only have simple t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies and jeans. I picked up (f/c) sweater, a (f/c) t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boot. I took my bag pack and ran out of the house. My father was already waiting in his black car, with hesitation I approached it. Lucky for me, he didn’t say anything and started the car. It took around 25 minutes to arrive to school, the ride was uncomfortably silent. It was the same routine every fucking day. Waking up, dress up, go to the hellhole which is call school, return to home, eat a half bread, do the homework and the beating sections. I got out of the car and enter the building.

“Hey look the freak is here.”

“What a slut.”

“She looks like a mummy with all that bandages on.”

“Emo freak.”

“Why the hell is she still coming here?”

Same day, same routine, same idiots who don’t have anything better to do, it didn’t matter anyways. Since my father started to abusive me, nobody approached me because of the horrible bruises I have and they got me nicknames like the “emo freak”. Just keep going (Y/N), and let the idiots be idiots. I entered to the classroom, that was empty and wait for the teacher. I put on my headphones and listen to (f/s) while sketching on my math’s notebook. Little by little, it was filling up the people. A little later the school’s bell rings, the teacher followed by enter the room.

“Good morning everyone” the teacher said.

“Good morning” everybody replied, except me.

“You have a pop quiz, so take out your pencils and keep everything away.”

Everybody complained and the teacher just ignore them. Lucky for me I have nice grades on (f/s). While doing the quiz, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something or better… someone watching me outside. I looked thought the window and saw what it looks like a monochromatic clown, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

“Miss (l/n) is there something wrong?” the teacher interrupted me.

“Eh… w-what?”

“I asked if there is something wrong?” the woman said annoyed.

“Eeehh… n-nothing miss” I murmured.

“The hurry up! You only have 20 minutes to complete the quiz!” she said while the others start to complain again.

I looked thought the window again, only to notice that the creepy clown was gone. What the hell was that?

??? P.O.V

-Soon. Very soon, just wait dear (Y/N), we will come for you. We will end your pain, you will be happy with us, you will love us…. Because you don’t have choice.-

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gloriousclio · 1 month

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wedding roundup

yesterday was my brother's wedding. i had been kind of dreading it, but there was only one "when's yours" and they were a drunk friend of my brother's so like, who cares. As a rule, I am not close with my brother so, and the friends he had when i was a kid... really sucked. One of them... well, I'll tell you by the end of the post.

BUT:

i got about a million compliments on my dress and Look from so many people, including a bridesmaid

I mean, they were right:

-the photographer told me to put my hand in my pocket and spin. I was born for that moment. High low dresses with horsehair lining are going to be a thing for me now, that dress can move.

-the photographer also was in love with Bampa's mustache, which is correct. That mustache is legendary, he curls and waxes is every day, and has since the bicentennial in 1975. She took a picture and promised to put it on her insta, lol.

-Nana had some back handed compliments, and at brunch this morning told me not to talk with my mouth full (which, it wasn't and my dad's cousin K had just asked me a question so I covered my mouth and offered a one word answer to K if anyone cares). I nearly fucking snapped.

MEANWHILE:

-GRANDPA MACK is recovering from a respiratory illness and had to go to the hospital on Friday night/Saturday at 2:30am. Luckily his oxygen levels went back up but he was sick and full of anxiety (my superpower is commiserating with him about our anxiety disorders). So my Aunt J1 picked grandpa up at the hospital and brought him back home to get ready. Where Aunt J2 was trying to get DATTA ready. She has advancing dementia and was convinced that the wedding was "tomorrow". How the Aunt Js got them both ready is a miracle.

Other comments:

Distant cousin J: "Katie, you're a dancing machine!!"

Correct. I also complimented her dress and blazer combo: "I love this blazer, it makes me feel like Hillary Clinton." I FORGOT THE ILLINOIS COUSINS WERE BROADLY SAFE!!!!!!!

And then her dad spun me out on the dance floor (we forgot how long "Freebird" was, haha). He.... well, I have complicated feelings about this "uncle". It's hard, my dad lost his brother T in 1980, but even before, he was tight with this cousin and a third cousin (who sadly passed away - I think he purposefully mismanaged his diabetes but he also had a major drinking problem so....). But when those cousins are together, forget spending time with dad, he's with them.

But I didn't deny him a dance and I'm so glad I danced because I forgot that this cousin was a fucking teamster union leader and told me trump was the antichrist, that my parents are in the wrong, and that I'm not alone. I don't think I've ever hugged him that tightly. Jesus. How did I not cry?

All my mom's friends and one of her sisters also bemoaned to me about my mother's anti-vax stance. It felt like I had allies all night long. It was nice they told me. but maybe tell her some more

Cousin A had to check with my take on Yoko Ono before finalizing his own. "No one knows more about the Beatles than you, Kay-toy". He's wrong, but he's so sweet. (He's not that wrong)

I blew out my voice screaming along to Mr. Brightside. It was only a kiss IT WAS ONLY A KISS. God dammit, but I love love love dancing at wedding receptions, I always have. The cupid shuffle? the Wobble? Bust out the electric slide or even the chicken dance?? But it doesn't really matter.

My mom kept trying to get me to dance with someone I went to high school with. Good god, mom, try and be a bit more subtle. We talked for a minute. R asked me out once and I thought he was joking. I probably shouldn't have laughed at him. In my defense, I apologized when I realized he was not joking. I still didn't want to go out with him though. He still seems very nice and I always knew he could dance, but. You know.

Earlier in the night, I told cousin B and her bf to keep a certain groomsman away from me. He... I don't want to tell you what he said about me to my brother, that my brother came and told me laughingly. Because it was so funny! (It was actually really painful). I've pretty much avoided him ever since and was very cold to him when he said hi to me early in the afternoon. Luckily I was always surrounded by family except for one moment:

And he apologized for being such a shit. He was maybe a little drunk, but insisted that he was so sorry, that my family was such a good influence, and that he'd always looked up to me. Words about my good heart and convictions, even when I was hard. How kind I was, how I care about people, even when we were young, and I'm pretty much always right. And he was sorry. He also said he was sorry to apologize at a wedding but it's not like we see each other.

I thanked him. But it was a lot.

it was a lot

And I had already switched back to water by that point! Unfair!!! I told B almost immediately and her look of shock and slight outrage was exactly what I needed. I'm still unpacking it. I didn't sleep very well last night (to say nothing of the drunk crying bridesmaid in the hotel corridor and the dog barking in the room across).

Other stuff happened! Nana took a fall! Her son and daughter-in-law hated the non-church wedding and that they took a shot instead of doing a unity candle! They had a picture of dead uncle at a memorial table and Aunt S cried! MY LITTLE BROTHER GOT MARRIED!!!

Anyway, I have therapy tomorrow! Buckle up, Jeanne!

#irl #good lord #i love my family #but this was a circus #largely a fun circus #and let's face it - I looked Good

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deusexmachinawitch · 1 year

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How I revised my abusive mother

[TW: Child abuse, eating disorders]

I recently began my Law of Assumption journey, to be precise, maybe around a month ago when something really hard hit me and I was looking for a sense of direction besides witchcraft.

From there on, I manifested many things but I wasn't expecting to end up revising my mother of all people.

For a context, I'm the oldest child in my family with only a younger brother. Before my brother's birth, I was the apple of my mother's eye and we had a really good relationship with each other even if there wasn't any father in the picture since the relationship between my parents was really strange. While I was mostly by myself as a child, knowing that my Mom was fighting for me every day was enough. I took care of the house, learned how to cook at a very young age and kept my grades pretty well. But as soon as my younger brother was born, things began to shift.

In many Asian countries, having a son is like the best thing that could happen to you. My Mom was no exception to this and began doting on my brother in a ridiculous amount. I didn't feel jealous about it but I admit that I did feel bitterness because I was pushed to parent my younger brother and treat him like gold while my Mom worked. Still, then again, my brother was younger than me and was born sickly but eventually recovered. I worked on my issues by myself and just thought that I had to do the right thing because my brother was not at fault for my Mom's behavior.

Still, as years passed, many things happened. Because my Mom received a lot of attention when my brother was sick, she began lacing my food with rotten food to make me sick and get sympathy and even at one point she went "doctor shopping" to try to make me diagnosed with things I didn't have to get sympathy and feel like she was a good mother by taking care of me. Things escalated with the years to physical and verbal abuse, my food was rationed because she didn't want to have "a fat child" and I was the target of this behavior for years until I left.

She got diagnosed later with BPD and schizophrenia and our relationship was pretty much strained because every time I had any conversation with her ended up with insults or fights. I didn't hate her though, I just saw her as a pitiful woman with an obsession with her son. My brother did a lot of bad things and even took advantage of her mental illness to steal money from her or other things I don't want to mention. Still, my Mom enabled him so much that he was out of control. My Mom allowed him to do whatever as long he was studying to get a diploma because that's how many Asian parents are obsessed with education.

When I started LoA, I was expecting to get some things and I was happy that my self-concept was getting better. One of the things I did was to do a list of the things I wanted to manifest and one was a nice shiny tarot deck that I really liked (I use a list method, I'll mention it in another post). Then, I decided to revise all of the people that hurt me, one of them was my Mom. I thought... What could go wrong? If she changes, it would be a miracle.

And like 48 hours after I did the list with the tarot deck and revised my Mom, my Mom contacted me and she was behaving like a normal person. She wasn't angry or harassing me like she always did. She asked how my health was doing and such. Then she told me that she got her dream come true, that she was going to move out from the bad area she was in and moving to an apartment in front of the beach. She also mentioned me that she kicked out my brother from her house because apparently he was lying about going to university when in reality he wasn't and leeching from my Mom. She also said that a cousin of hers was moving next to her to help her with remembering taking her medication and that she was really happy and wanting to have a fresh start.

But the freakiest thing was that my Mom said that she dreamed about gifting me a tarot deck because she remembered how much I loved Cardcaptor Sakura as a child and she loved how I played with my toy cards like I was doing a future reading to her as a child and she wanted to gift me a tarot deck to do readings for her. I showed her the deck I wanted, said it was beautiful and that she was going to buy it for me in her next paycheck.

One of the things I revised was for her to get into her old hobbies before she had my brother like writing and she told me that she was going to get back to writing and other things like gardening and such, things that made her relax a lot.

Since that happened, I talk to my Mom every single day and she has been a lovely person to be around. She doesn't cuss or come up as angry anymore. I came into LoA without expecting much change but this one was really a pleasant surprise. I am so happy to have come across LoA and I'm glad I revised my Mom even if I didn't persist much on it, just said things inside like "I miss my old Mom, it would be nice to have her again" and things like that.

Never think that something is impossible, to me this was the most impossible thing to happen and it happened. I'll continue persisting and affirming how good my Mom is to keep her this way.

I'm so grateful right now.

#success story #law of assumption #loassumption #neville goddard #loa success #manifestation #loa tumblr

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rainbowsky · 1 year

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YIBO-OFFICIAL Story Exchange Responses

As we saw in the recent 12/12 post from YIBO-OFFICIAL, they responded to 3 of the story exchange cards from readers. Here are those responses.

Thanks to @potteresque-ire for translating! 💖.

As you may remember, YIBO-OFFICIAL invited everyone to exchange stories using the card provided. They got a lot of responses.

My name is

Recently

I feel

After winter passes, I prepare to

DD's responses:

Recently: My movie "Nameless" has been scheduled for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

I feel: A little excited.

After winter passes, I prepare to: I haven't made up my mind yet. Step by step.

We did a mini version of this on Tumblr as well. You can see my responses here.

YIBO-OFFICIAL chose three responses to reply to.

Response 1

Recently: An elderly in the family passed away. Hustled daily by livelihood onto the highways (i.e. travelling a lot to make ends meet). Listening to Like the Sunshine.

I feel: Very warm and very healing. (Pie note: the fan make use of Y-O's prompt to say she feels the song is very warm and very healing).

After winter passes, I prepare to: Take the whole family to see Hidden Blade on the Lunar New Year.

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

Time passes by, and those who come with it are all but passing travellers.

To have met and become family, to have left warm recollections in each other’s lives, is already a happy memory of this life.

(I) hope your life moving forward will be filled with the breaths of sunlight. Hold tight the hands of your family, embrace the skies that are bluer than yesterday’s, and make bloom in your life even more resplendent flowers.

The person who sent in the original card posted a follow-up response when they saw the studio's reply:

I really didn’t expect that I would be replied by @YIBO-OFFICIAL.

I’m a “mom fan” born in 1978, my son is 17 years old and is having his college entrance exam this year. My son knows that I’m fanning Wang Yibo, and has always supported me!

In 2019, because of repeated recommendations from friends, I was going to Changsha to participate in Happy Camp and with the 5-hour voyage, I downloaded Chen Qing Ling!

I couldn’t get into it at first, but eventually I got more and more fascinated by it. The next day, I saw the photo of my son (translation note: referring to Dd here, since she’s “mom fan”, i.e., she sees Dd as a son) at the Hunan Broadcasting Station and I thought he looked familiar, but didn’t know he was the actor who played Lan Wangji!

Attracted by Lan Wangji, I started to do some digging. I first watched Gank Your Heart, then One More Try. The more I dug, I discovered that behind the sunny smile of my son was the hard work in foreign countries since childhood, was the sacrifice of his teenage years, was his stumbles along his way. From the bottom of my heart, I ached for this child and I started guarding him, becoming a “mom fan”! At least for 1231 days already!

Wang Yibo, thank you for making my ordinary Chinese life colorful, thank you for letting me have the companionship of a lot of like-minded people. Thank you for warming my fourth winter!

Grow with you and work hard with you!

Response 2

Recently: Family and I have all been ill. Haven't recovered yet.

I feel: Somewhat tired.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Be disciplined in maintaining a daily schedule of work and rest and in diet, and stay healthy

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

The miseries of life and illnesses seem to never inform anyone, their sudden “honorary visit” catching people off guard. As such, I hope, at this intersection between the end and the start of the years, that you’ll find the fulcrum of balance in life, overcome life’s miseries and bodily ailments, be good about eating, drinking water, sleeping, living life and getting along with family, become each other’s harbour and you can, too, be a child who makes your dad and mom proud!

In the new year, embrace yourself, embrace your family, embrace love and the visit of happiness ~

Response 3

Recently: Work keeps requiring overtime and is so, so busy, but (I) have loved myself well.

I feel: Very lost. (I) don't like my current job, (I) will try my best to adjust my mentality.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Switch to a work environment I like. Love life like sunshine, live warmly and happily!

Many people lose the small blessings of life amidst their busy work, but (I'm) so glad that in your busy work, you haven't forgotten to love yourself.

Life has its ups and downs like that. Like the skies above our heads are sometimes sunny and sometimes raining, but (I) believe every kind and sincere child will be gifted by life, and good luck will find you in a chance encounter.

Winter will leave. Spring will bring the leaves of hope. Rainbow will bring you luck. Hope you'll find a work environment you like, and live warmly and happily.

Thanks again, Pie, for making this all accessible to us. You are such a massive help!! ❤️❤️❤️

#wang yibo #like the sunshine #yibo official

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mapliusoup · 5 months

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finally jet star past headcanons and with that im done with the fab four. tell me if you want someone else

jet was born in the zones and raised by her mother. his father had left them before he was even born and it hurt her mother a lot

her mother never really recovered from it, and didnt really take care of jet. she wasnt a bad woman, but she wasnt a good one either

also her mother didnt choose her name. i think people in the zones dont choose their childs name and they just wait for them to choose it when they feel ready. jet choose her name when she was around five yo mostly because he loved stars

something thats really important for jet is to feel useful. like its something she needs to feel good about herself

thats why, when she was around 10yo, she decided to get away from her mother to try and either help people, either just do something with herself

she went on from crew to crew for a while, and one day she found a place where he felt like he could really help

gravel gerties

it was like a year after she got away from her mom

she started to help there and taking care of the many lost kids there and she was pretty happy. though she missed having people she could talk to as friends

and then a couple years later party (12yo) and kobra (8yo) arrived there and they were lost and confused and weak. they had escaped the city a couple months earlier and party wanted a safe place for their brother

they all became good friends, and jet was also helping kobra a lot with everything (he was struggling because of his autism) and she was even happier than before because now she had friends

then one day kobra dissapeared.

(if you dont know what this is about, i told it on my venom siblings/ghoul past hc. basically kobra ran away because he got in a fight w party)

jet was the only one party had in that time. and both of them were so scared about him.

when he reappeared (with ghoul), for some reason he was very proud of kobra for being able to have survived even though he wasnt a zoneborn.

jet helped ghoul a lot. like a real lot. she learnt him how to talk, to write, to read, and so much more. ghoul is so grateful of her

uh basically after that, when older, the four got out of gravel gerties and formed their crew + installed in the diner

and uh then they found the girl, and then all the music vid stuff hapenned?? idk how to finish this tbh. ill probably edit it later because its not very good and i forgot stuff

also tell me whos past headcanons you want me to do next. reblog or smth idk

#she/he pronouns for jet star <3 #jet star #fun ghoul #killjoys #ttlotfk #danger days #death talks #danger days headcanons #killjoys headcanon #kobra kid #party poison #fab four #fab four headcanons

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trinitywc · 8 months

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Just read through all of The Great Light and The Endless Winter, and HOLY SHIT, PAL!! I LOVED IT!! THE CHARACTERS, I'M!!! ;w; And I like how you *very* seriously took into account how severe radiation poisoning would affect the cats and the wildlife in the aftermath of such an event! And how the clean-up of such a disaster would affect the wildlife and feral animals, too!! It's obvious that you put a TON of research into this whole project, and I LOVE you for it!! Also, as an AuDHD person whose special interest is in learning about nuclear excursions/bomb tests/meltdowns/orphan source incidents/other such accidents (blame my mom, she's the one who left her copy of "Voices From Chernobyl" sitting around the house when I was in middle school), I love your user handle for this account! XD

thank you so much!!! im always blown away when someone reads both books! this series is def the healthiest way for me to discuss my ideas about geopolitical conflict and nuclear warfare so im glad others like it : ) the clean up is still ongoing in TGL, its a long effort especially when you're still recovering from a war, so who knows what will happen to these cats.

i've got a list of books i recommend i have in drafts so ill finally post it.

#the trinity is just a ref to the tests the 3 books and the 3 clans #and smth else #asks #the endless winter #im still using spoiler tags lmao #thank you!!!

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alliswyattonthewesternfront · 8 months

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i don't talk about my mom's anti-vax/anti-doctor phase a lot because it's not something she's proud of, and because some of the medical trauma from that time is hard to make silly hahas about. but. y'all. i gotta.

i was diagnosed with scarlet fever when i was very young as part of a gauntlet of illnesses that had me largely bedridden from ages 7 to 9. i never really thought anything of it, but i am reading about strep throat (currently recovering from an infection) and apparently, scarlet fever develops in a small number of patients with strep whose infection goes untreated.

i would get strep minimum twice a year as a kid. i never got antibiotics. not once. of course i was going to eventually get scarlet fever! my god!

and if y'all are curious, no, i did not get antibiotics for the scarlet fever either :) and now that i'm reading about how untreated strep and/or scarlet fever can result in rheumatic fever, the symptoms of RF sound an awful lot like how i would feel for weeks and weeks after each strep infection :)) but was always told to stop being a dramatic whiny faker because nobody else was still sick so how could i possibly be :)))))))))))))

wonder if that is a contributing factor in the weird heart shit i have always experienced but has lately been getting worse! who knows! each day is an exciting new adventure over here!

#i wanna call her and yell at her but it wouldn’t actually make me feel better #or solve anything #but man i really wish people had cared about my health as a child #because i constantly reap the consequences of their neglect #and it is bumming me out #blog #tw: neglect #also i would always get a formal diagnosis from a nurse practitioner at our church #but that was only so my mom would know what wackadoo homeopathic remedy to use #not so i could get medicine or anything

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ichilemonwritruoo · 9 days

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Hikari Twins Sickfic

Disclaimer: I am emetophobic and part of my therapy to help me heal is writing about throwing up and what I believe is the proper response to help me get out of my head. That type of illness is the focus of this story, its not in depth but it does happens so please be mindful. Scene begins under the cut. Thanks <3

"How are you feeling Nii-San?" Netto asked as he sat down on the bed.

"I'm okay." Saito yawned. "I'm a little tired."

"Take a nap! It might make you feel better." Netto settled onto the pillow beside his twin.

"Okay." Saito nodded and eventually laid down as well, resting his head on Netto's shoulder.

The older twin had a small procedure for his chest and was doing well, just in the recovery phase.

Saito stared at the ceiling for awhile before eventually being lured to sleep by the sound of his twin's soft breathing.

It was an extended amount of time before Saito finally woke up. He didn’t know why he had woken up, and was slightly frustrated with his sudden awakening, but yawned as he sat up.

"Oh you're awake Nii-San!" Netto said.

Saito glanced and noticed Netto was across the room at the PC (hopefully working on homework).

Saito simply nodded. He didn’t feel right. His throat was warm and his mouth was watering.

"You okay Nii-San?"

"Um...I don't feel good." Saito looked down.

Netto's expression softened. He was hoping the nap would have helped because Saito had mostly been miserable. "What's wrong?"

"Got a weird feeling."

"Like what?" Netto asked. His brother hadn't been human for very long so he was still adjusting to everything in his new body.

"Like its-" And that was unfortunately all Saito could get out before he suddenly threw up.

Netto was immediately by his side, rubbing small circles on his back and holding his hair out the way. He now understood what Saito was trying to tell him.

It seemed to last forever and Saito was frustrated as he had been sitting in the bed. Now there was more stuff to clean.

"Easy Nii-San. It's okay." Netto said softly.

Saito shook his head as he choked back a sob. This sucked!

"Mom! Nii-San's sick!" Netto called as he moved to help Saito lean forward.

"I'm coming dear!" Haruka called back as her footsteps begin to travel up the stairs. It was shortly a minute later when she arrived at the twin's room.

"Oh sweetie." Haruka said as she joined them.

"I'm s-sorry." Saito whispered.

"No apologies." Haruka shushed him. "Netto, let's move Saito-San into the bathroom, I'll take care of the bed okay?"

"Okay!" Netto nodded as Haruka helped Saito out of the bed.

Netto picked his twin up to carry him to the bathroom.

Haruka followed after them with a fresh set of pajamas and water. "Call me if you need me."

Netto and Saito nodded as Haruka left to start cleanning. Netto helped Saito out of his clothes and after a quick shower, helped him into new pajamas.

"Feeling any better Nii-San?"

"No." Saito said hoarsely. Now his throat was hurting too. "I just gave you and mom more work. I'm horrible." The older twin pressed his face into his hands.

"Stop Nii-San. That's not true. You're sick and recovering from surgery. Not only that you're still getting used to having a human body. Things like this happen."

"But your bed-"

"It's fine, worse things have happened to it!" Netto laughed.

"So stop worrying okay?"

"O-Okay." Saito said finally as he nodded. "Thank you Netto-Kun."

"Of course." Netto smiled. "Come on, you need to brush your teeth too."

When the twins came back the bed was made once more and everything was clean and pretty looking (the Haruka touch).

"Back to bed for you dear." Haruka ushered her oldest back into the bed.

As much as Saito wanted to protest he did as was told.

After getting situated, Haruka kissed them both on the head. "You know to call me if you need anything."

They both nodded and with that she left. Saito laid back down and Netto sat up beside him to keep him company.

Their mother had left a basin just in case Saito wasn't feeling well again. Which in the end, Saito was very grateful for as his stomach decided it was not done with him.

Netto was of course ever by his side holding him steady as he clutched the basin tight, hoping and praying the worst would be over soon because the gagging made his chest hurt worse.

"Why...why do...do you stay?" Saito asked quietly as he inhaled as he coughed once more. "Isn't...it gross?"

"I stay because you need me." Netto said instantly as he continued rubbing circles on Saito's back. "How could I leave you when you need me the most? Also you can and would do the same for me. How many times have you stayed by my side whether you were in the PET or not, doing whatever you could to make me feel better when I was stuck in bed? That's what you do when you care about someone."

Saito felt his eyes watering and that he wanted to cry.

"If you're done I can go get Mom."

Saito nodded and Netto called for their mother. Haruka came within a minute's notice, told the twin's she was proud of them, and left to clean the basin out.

Saito mindlessly thought about how his mother was a hero for how she wordlessly took care of them and never complained. She was too nice and deserved the world. When she came back she checked Saito for a fever which he thankfully didn't have.

"No fever which is good. Let me get you a ginger ale and crackers." She handed Saito a towel to clean his face with.

Saito nodded but he felt very tired and laid back down as soon as she left the room. The good thing about being twins was that he didn't have to ask Netto if he could use him as pillow or if they could cuddle. Netto already knew.

And so Saito cuddled up into Netto's side using his twin's stomach as a pillow.

"Comfortable?" Netto asked softly as he put his arm around his older twin.

"Yeah...back hurts." Saito replied tiredly.

"Unfortunately not surprised though." Netto took a pillow and placed it behind Saito. "Try to get some rest if you can. I'll be here."

"M'kay. Thanks Netto...you're the best."

Netto smiled. "Anytime Nii-San. Love you."

"Love you too." And when Haruka came back Saito was thankfully fast asleep.

The oldest twin slept through the whole night easily and the next morning woke up feeling a bit better just empty and exhausted.

"How's my dears doing?" Haruka asked the next morning. Netto hadn't come to get her since the evening so she hoped everything had been alright.

"Better." Saito said hoarsely. "Just weak. And head hurts."

"I'm glad your stomach is better sweetie. Now we just gotta finish letting your chest recover."

Netto was snoring and fast asleep beside Saito. He deserved all the rest he wanted, Saito thought as he squeezed his twin's hand.

"How about a really light breakfast? With some gatorade?"

Saito nodded. His stomach growled now that it had stopped being a jerk. "Yes please."

"I'll get right to it. You guys stay put."

"Can you make Netto hot chocolate?"

"Sure thing. I'm sure he'd love that." Haruka smiled gently.

"I can't make it myself but I just want to thank him even in a small way." Saito smiled a bit. "He rarely gets to have that so."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"No ma'am thank you."

"That's what Momma's are for Saito." Haruka kissed his head once more and left to start breakfast.

Saito sat up in bed and watched a little tv on the laptop making sure to be quiet so Netto could stay sleeping. "I love you Netto. A lot. You mean the world to me."

"Love you...too...Nii-San..." Netto slurred in his sleep but smiled.

#my fanfiction #hikari twins #hikari saito #hikari netto #mmbn #sickfic #emetophobia warning #Phew...really wanted to get this out of my head #rockman.exe #Imagine getting sick like that for the first time I'm sure it absolutely sucks even for someone who isn't afraid #Netto is a really sweet twin brother #He just wants his Nii-San to feel better #Haruka Hikari #Best mom #Therapy and coping

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clunelover · 5 months

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Agh I had a bad phone call with my dad. So background is - my sister from NC was here for thanksgiving with her GF. She got in Thursday morning and left early Sunday morning. We had thanksgiving of course, and then Friday I had been planning to go out on the town with her and my other sister and their SOs. But everyone got too drunk on thanksgiving and we were tired and mutually agreed not to go out. But I did still see her Friday, just more low key dinner and arts and crafts at my stepmom’s house. Then Saturday I was supposed to go to a comedy show with her and her gf - but that was the day I just kept feeling shittier and shittier, and then tested myself for covid, and sure enough positive.

A few days ago he said he’d like to go to coffee with me, his treat (🚨🚨🚨). I said I was still recovering from covid and wouldn’t be up to it. He said let’s talk on the phone. My assumption was that I was in for some kind of lecture, and of course I was! It basically went like:

Dad: “I wanted to reach out to you, cause I’m disappointed that you didn’t get a chance to connect with [sister] while she was here. And [sister] and [stepmom] both told me that you’ve been suffering from a lot of anxiety. And you know, when I was your age, I was scared of the world—”

At which point I just started saying “Stop. Stop. This is not helping. Do you understand that the reason I didn’t see her on her last night is because I had covid? Which I am still recovering from?”

And he said “oh, Meredith…I know” but in this patronizing tone like he thought I was making it up.

I said “Does that not count?”

And he said “well, one doesn’t rule out the other” (ie having covid doesn’t mean I’m not ruled by anxiety).

So then I said “Yes, I do have anxiety. But I have a therapist and a psychiatrist. I have supports in place. I don’t need you to tell me how to deal with my anxiety.”

And he said “All I said was that I wanted to reach out to you. So, I’m sorry I did.” And then he quickly got off the phone.

—

I was furious and so sad - but also proud of myself for stopping him before I could hear the lecture. Also by the way, he is always so hurt that I don’t want to see him much or talk to him on the phone - ahem, this is why! I cannot trust that he’s not going to do something like this. Or be high (actually, credit where credit is due, I landed into him once for calling me high on weed and he never did again that I know of - but the point is I just still can’t trust him).

—

So I texted him this:

Dad, I’m sorry I got reactive. I do suffer from anxiety, among other things. And I appreciate your concern. I know you want me to be happy and healthy. But I don’t think you understand that when you start off with “you know, when I was your age, I was scared of the world” - it really seems like you were gearing up to give me a big lecture about all the things you’ve learned, that you can teach me. I would love to be supported by you, as a dad - but you often come at it from a perspective that’s more professorial, like you’re an expert on all things mental health and recovery and you’re going to lecture me into being better.

But, from my perspective - I am a very successful person, with a great family, who has excelled in my hobby of writing and been achieving more in that area lately, and who also suffers from several mental illnesses. This is my struggle, and it will be a lifelong one with ups and downs. And I do think I’ve done a pretty good job of putting the supports in place in my life to deal with this! I am not scared of the world. I also want to gently say that one thing I’ve worked on in therapy, is this pervasive feeling that someone is always mad at me. And that is a feeling I got from childhood - from mom, but also from you. Just now you reinforced this idea, that you are observing my behavior and disapproving and gearing up to lecture or yell at me. This is how I felt growing up, so admittedly it’s a trigger.

I could use your support in the form of, I don’t know, just being there for me - listening if I want to talk, but otherwise trusting that I don’t want to get most of my mental health support from my parents. And not lecturing me. Even if it’s coming from a really well intentioned place, I don’t think it’s ever going to land with me. Does that make sense?

—

He just replied with a few brief words of apology, but the more I think of it, the angrier I am.

I’m like, okay I’m sitting here with a masters degree, a great career, a really nice house, a loving husband, a couple of smart, sweet, and fairly well raised kids, a few close friends and a couple passions and hobbies - but he makes me feel like I’m not living right somehow. I have struggles, big ones, but I must be doing something right!

I think part of it must be jealousy - like, he’s a thrice-divorced, recovering alcoholic and drug addict with PTSD, who has a PhD and was a professor and expert witness, but has been unemployed due to physical disability but also those other issues, for quite some time, and now lives in a studio apartment and drives Uber. I’m sure it’s hard for him to see me having some similar mental health issues but be more stable and successful. When I moved into this much larger house I think all he said was “won’t it be hard for you to keep this place clean?” But it sucks that he doesn’t process that, and instead gives in to this urge to feel better by taking me down a peg. And that it still works on me! He makes me feel like I’m a bad kid who did something wrong!

#cw alcohol

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birdy-bat-writes · 2 years

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Head cannon: SuperFam taking care of a Sick Lois

Author’s Note: Heyyyyy. Can you believe it? I posted something! I know, I’m baffled too. So, I want to apologize once more for how absolutely inactive and DEAD I have been, like I’m pretty sure this is my first post in 2 years. I’m hoping this post commemorates the end of my slump and I’m so excited to be back into this community and talk to you guys! You don’t even know how much happiness I get from talking to you all!

In other news, I have COMPLETELY forgotten how to do this. I’m trying to remember and get used to the process of titling, adding the authors note, content warnings, tags, and linking this in my Masterlist and stuff. I had to dig through the depths of my computer history to find my taglist but I guarantee you guys I’m missing some things that are the traditional norms in tumblr content posts. Please let me know how I can improve! I imagine my writing has probably changed or gone down a bit in the time I’ve been inactive so I would really appreciate any comments either on the posts themselves or in my inbox or even chat me up! I love talking to you all! Anyway, without further ado, let me present to you, the shenanigans of the superfamily.

@offendedfishnoisesoises deserves majority of the credit because 1, my favorite enabler Is back at it again and enabling me and 2, they basically cowrote this entire thing! Love you fishhhhh!

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Clark, Jon and Kon tend to be impervious to the majority of human illnesses. They do occasionally suffer a small cold from overusing their power and burning themselves out, and sometimes Jon and Kon’s human genes leave them a little more susceptible to the rare fever but for the most part, the superhumans of the Kent family don’t often get sick.

When they do? They are absolute babies, and Lois is the perfect loving caretaker who soothes them through it all. She’s taken care of countless colds, fevers, super sneeze attacks and more.

That being said, Lois is also the only one of the 4 who doesn’t have superpowers (the Kryptonian kind, her mom powers are unmatched and sharp as a knife), meaning she can get sick a little more often than the rest.

The first time she got a fever when Jon and Kon were both old enough to notice was a real experience. You can imagine how 3 supers (all of whom are very protective of their dear mom and wife) would be a little overwhelmed and panicked at the sight of Lois sleeping in until 2:00 pm, all pale and warm.

Jon: “No, this is freaking me out, should we use the ice breath?”

Clark: “No!”

Kon: “She’s breathing really heavily! Does this happen with colds?”

Clark: “Sometimes…”

Kon: “Sometimes?! What is ‘sometimes’? Does this happen to you? Did you recover fully?”

Clark: “Well, this doesn’t happen to me that often, but I think this is normal.”

Jon: “You THINK? No, no, I’m calling Grandma.”

It’s quite funny to watch because they think it’s way worse than it is. Lois is comfortably out with her Nyquil and sleeping through all of it.

At some point while Clark is being told what to add in the chicken soup by Ma Kent, Damian calls to ask if Jon wants to hang out.

Damian: “You busy?”

Jon: “Not now, Damian! I can barely hear my mom breathing.”

Damian: “WHAT? What’s going on? Is everything okay? Where’s your dad?”

Jon: “He doesn’t know what to do. None of us do. I’ve never seen her like this. I think I’ll get her some tissues to stop the leaking.”

Damian: “Oh my gosh, stay right there.”

So, then Batman, Robin, the Flash and Aquaman show up, because the JLA signal went off. I mean, clearly this is a JLA level threat.

Damian: “Where’s the blood?”

Jon: “What blood?”

Flash: “Oh my god, There’s bLoOd??”

Batman: “Clark, what happened?”

Clark: “She…. has a cold….Why is half the Justice League here?”

Jon: “There’s no blood, Damian, I got tissues to stop her nose leaking!”

Aquaman: “A cold? I thought this was serious!”

Clark, Kon and Jon in unison: “THIS IS SERIOUS!”

This is about when Lois woke up and opened her eyes to multiple superheroes in her living room waving around tissues and instant noodle soup, arguing over much water to add.

*Proceeds to check the expiration date on the NyQuil*

Deciding this was a fever dream, Lois closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Damian: “This was your emergency? Grayson works through this all the time!”

Kon: “That might speak more to Dick's terrible self-care routine and even more terrible self-preservation.”

Flash: Maybe we can google some Home remedi- Aquaman! We talked about this! You don’t find a human being’s pulse in their feet!”

Aquaman: “Well how am I supposed to know? You think I’m a normal human?”

Flash: “Well don’t look at me! I heal quick.”

They all look at Bruce.

Bruce: *Sweats* “Don’t look at me, I have no clue what to do. It’s all Alfred.”

After a very long call with Alfred, everyone went home, and Clark carried his wife and kids to their rooms. He noticed that Lois ate some cheerios and the soup he brought to her before she fell asleep and stayed with her through the night to make sure she had everything she needed.

The next morning, Lois found the table laid with breakfast ready for her.

Lois: “Aww you guys! Thank you for taking care of me, you’re all so sweet. You know, it’s so funny I had the craziest dream yesterday.”

*Proceeds to tell them about how a chunk of the Justice League was in her house arguing over soup and how she thinks it’s a dream because such a bizarre thing would never really happen*

Them: “Haha, yeah, that’s sooo crazy. We would never actually let that happen….”

So, they denied it because in hindsight, it seemed pretty silly to be so worried. That’s not to say that they didn’t react the exact same way the next time Lois had a cold.

They couldn’t keep this secret forever though, as Alfred called to check up on Lois. It was at that moment that she knew, her boys had absolutely NO idea what they were doing, but she loved them all the same.

Lois: “Hey guys, I think my friend is sick. She’s feeling all dizzy. And a little warm.”

Clark: “Oh no, should we go to her?”

Lois: “Well, I was thinking we could the JLA and Alfred :D”

Busted.

Heads turn to her at breakneck speed, and she starts laughing.

She was definitely going to coach them later but for now, she just stood there with her family, taking in how much they all cared for each other.

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Thank you all so much! Leave a comment and tell me how you've been! I love you all!! <3<3<3

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