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drafthorsemath · 7 months

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Antidote (TBB Tech x afab Reader)

Tech x AFAB Reader (use of she/her pronouns), but all of the Batch included

Word Count: Five words over 3.3k

Warnings: Sex pollen but not the usual trope (no sex and an alternative is found), suggestive sexual language and situations but nothing acted upon, restraining for safety, some strong language, frank description of biological processes, creative use of a tampon, some feelings of shame but they are addressed, NSFW, younglings begone

A/N: I can’t read sex pollen fics. I tried. It wasn’t my thing, but then I got an idea and @staycalmandhugaclone encouraged me so here we are. This is not a call out or meant to be negative toward any sex pollen fics. This is just a different take.

Also on AO3.

You met the Batch on Pabu and in the months since, found yourself spending more and more time with them. This was especially true of Tech. You found his thirst for knowledge and direct nature easy to understand and get along with. Though, you were doing more than getting along. You weren’t sure how to tell him, but you had fallen for him. His brothers all noticed, but he seemed not to. What you didn’t know was that he simply didn’t know how to bring up his feelings just yet.

The boys had decided to visit a nearby planet and since there didn’t seem to be any danger, no one had any objections to you coming along. You hadn’t been on a ship since you first traveled to Pabu and you loved watching as you flew through hyperspace. Tech landed just outside of a city and you all headed toward the market. Hunter and Echo went in search of supplies while Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair all helped buy food to bring back to Pabu. You were particularly interested in the local fruits and vegetables that didn’t grow on the island you called home.

“I think this is enough,” you said, putting down the last crate next to the pile.

“Is it,” Wrecker asked. “I could eat all this in a couple days.”

“Yes, but we’re just getting what we can,” Crosshair responded. He didn’t want to make more than one trip back to the ship.

“Well, we can carry more,” Wrecker retorted. “At least I can.”

Crosshair gave him a half-hearted glare but helped purchase a few more crates. Wrecker easily carried most of the load.

You turned around to look for Tech. He was busy scanning some kind of contraption that caught his eye one booth over.

“Ready to go, Tech?”

“In just a moment,” he replied.

Wrecker and Crosshair walked ahead, catching up with Hunter and Echo who were waiting near the edge of town with some ship parts. You knew a moment for Tech could mean anything from a few seconds to much longer than that but wanted to stay with him.

He put the item down and walked with you. “The wiring on this new style datapad results in faster computations. I want to see if I can rewire my own and achieve similar results.”

“That didn’t look like any datapad I’ve ever seen,” you replied.

“Ah, the outside is only meant to grab your attention. It is a new model. The inside is what interests me.”

You smiled at that. Tech offered to carry the crate you still had, and you kindly accepted.

Once back at the ship, Wrecker took the crate from Tech. It was decided you all would spend the night on the ship and head back the next day. Tech cleared his bunk so you would have a place to sleep, insisting he could sleep in a chair. While you felt it was incredibly nice of him, you also couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to share a bunk with him. The thought left your mind as he asked if you wanted to come with him to document some of the local flora. After dinner, the others stayed around the campfire while you and Tech walked over a few hills and to the edge of a forest. He excitedly took pictures and samples, telling you about each plant and its properties.

“This one has several medicinal uses,” he said, handing you a pink flower. You smiled at it and then back at Tech. You gathered several and put them in their own storage bag for transport. Multiple species of flowers were packed before you looked a little further into the woods.

“Tech! Come see!”

He walked over and immediately noticed the large teal blooms that opened as you walked by.

“Fascinating,” he said. He took a picture and noticed that as he got closer to you, the flowers seemed to open even further. He scanned them, looking for any known properties. His face dropped as soon as the results showed up.

“We need to go, mesh’la!”

“What? Why?” You sneezed.

“It may be too late.” He took your hand and briskly walked you out of the woods. Your face suddenly felt hot and your throat burned.

“Tech, I don’t feel well.”

“We must get back to the ship,” he said nearly panicking. “I believe those flowers create an aphrodisiac that specifically affects females of several species.”

No sooner had he said that, and your limbs felt like jelly and you fell against him. Something wasn’t right. You could swear you felt all your blood rushing to your groin and let out a moan. You tried to run, but felt a great weight on your ankles. Tech lifted you like you weighed nothing and ran toward the Marauder. Hunter stood as he saw his brother carrying your body. Preparing for the worst, the boys all stood up asking what was wrong and following Tech on to the ship.

“A large flower opened, spreading pollen,” Tech stated. “I believe it is an aphrodisiac and it has already started to work.”

He sat you down, scanned you, and confirmed your symptoms. The others stood behind him, looking rather helpless. He sighed and gave you a rundown of what to expect. Very brief fever followed by extremely high libido and high energy until satisfied.

Crosshair looked from you to Tech and asked, “Isn’t there a way she can take care of this on her own? You know? Manually?”

“Negative,” replied Tech. “Based on the information available, orgasm does not help in mitigating the symptoms. It appears this particular pollen only effects females and it does not wear off until either sexual intercourse with a male is completed or her hormones shift with her next menstrual cycle.”

“Next period?!” You really started panicking. “I can’t feel that way for that long!” You wanted to cry and yet you could feel that you had to fight to remain yourself even now. You knew it would only get worse. “Look I… Tech I…” You searched for words, feeling overwhelmed. This was not how you wanted to have this conversation, but it seemed like you had better get it over with. “Tech, I have feelings for you. I really like you, but I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone right now, for that matter and I’m afraid of what I might say or do in the next however long.”

Tech quickly processed the information and couldn’t help but smile. “I believe the feeling is mutual,” he said, still kneeling in front of you. “I promise no one will do anything you would not want done in your healthy state of mind. You have my word.”

“That’s great,” chimed Echo, “And I’m really glad for you two, but how are we going to fix this without waiting?”

“I have an idea,” Tech replied.

No sooner had he said that and the fever hit. You felt like you were on fire and cold as ice at the same time. Wrecker stepped toward you to hold your hand. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said. “If anyone can solve this, it’s Tech.”

You tried to nod. Your whole body shook with fever, but within a few minutes the fever was gone. You knew that you weren’t yourself, but there was no way to stop it. You looked at all five men greedily and started to take your shirt off.

“I want Tech first,” you said with a smirk.

“Now now,” Wrecker said, still next to you and taking your hand away from your shirt. “None of that.”

You tried to stand up and looked at each member of the squad. You giggled to yourself that you just thought about the word “member.” They would do nicely, but you would give anything for Tech to throw you onto his bunk and fuck you through the bottom of the ship. You walked closer to him and he adjusted his googles.

“I know this is not you,” he said.

It quickly became clear that you were going to be quite a handful. Tech did research as fast as possible, finding flowers that reacted similarly. Wrecker held you in his lap with his arms wrapped around you after you tried to jump on Hunter as he walked past to assist Tech. He was also trying to keep you from acting out your latest threat of walking up to Tech and sitting in his lap naked. You made several comments about each of the men, but would not stop talking about how much you wanted Tech.

“We know,” Crosshair said, sitting next to Wrecker.

You turned your head toward Crosshair and smiled like an idiot. “Jealous,” you asked him.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied in annoyance.

“It’s okay if you are,” you countered in a sing-song voice.

Your body then decided that since you were sitting on a man’s lap, you might as well start thrusting your hips.

“Nope,” Wrecker said, lifting you off his lap. He was strong, but you were giving him a run for his money with how much you were squirming.

“We’ll sit with her awhile,” Hunter offered, dragging Echo with him. “Crosshair too.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’ve only sat next to Wrecker. I think we’ll all have to take some limbs or something.” Wrecker sat you down on the bunk and Hunter held you back before you could lunge at Tech. You nearly yoinked him halfway across the Marauder. Hunter managed to sit you back down with Echo holding one arm, Hunter the other, and Crosshair sitting on the floor hugging your legs.

“This is ridiculous,” you giggled. “Just let me fuck your brother. Just once.”

Hunter sighed. He knew you were going to be upset later. Tech had already discovered that there is no lapse in memory for this particular drug, so you would remember every moment of this. He hoped you would find solace in the fact that they all knew this wasn’t really you.

They were all getting tired and while Wrecker wanted to help Tech, he knew there was little he could do, so he tried sleeping until it was his turn to hold you again. Tech worked furiously through the night. He grimaced when you hit the next stage and complained you felt throbbing. You had gone from flirty to begging for someone to put your out of your misery “with as much cock as possible.” When that didn’t work you cried. He knew it must be painful by this point. He couldn’t stand to hear you cry. Your body was simply reacting to a drug. He felt guilty for not knowing this plant was in the vicinity, but it had never been documented on this side of the planet before. How could he have known?

In the middle of the night, Wrecker woke to stay with you while Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair tried to get some sleep. You made a lot of noise, but they tried. Wrecker had to admit that he didn’t do any more than doze. They were all worried for you, but being in war and under stress, they had learned to sleep when they can and then get up and do their part when it was time. They got what sleep they could.

You wailed when Wrecker held you, trying to scramble away to get to one of the men. He just kept apologizing and telling you he was keeping you safe. You managed to turn in his lap and wrap your legs around his waist.

He sighed. “I know you don’t want that. Not really.” You started crying again and all you could seem to feel was your pulse between your legs and a chemical drive that would not go away.

At the front of the ship, Tech started to make some progress. He smiled to himself when he found a research article on this species of plant. He needed one of the pink flowers you’d collected earlier along with two drugs from the med kit.

Hunter hadn’t done much more than close his eyes, but he sensed the med kit being opened and went to try to help his brother.

“Will you restart the campfire,” Tech asked.

“Sure. What progress have you made?”

“We are not able to create or obtain the hormones needed to trigger her menstrual cycle and end this using that method. However, it is theorized that the reason sexual intercourse causes the pollen to cease its effect is because of the presence of semen in the vagina. Specifically, one protein found in seminal fluid. Now, obviously that is not an option for us, but it appears a similar form of this protein can be synthesized using the pollen of some flowers we collected. While not ideal, there are some items in the med kit that can help this chemical process.”

“Great, but how do we get it in her,” Hunter asked.

“We don’t,” answered Crosshair, now standing behind them. “Put whatever you make on a tampon and ask her to do it herself.”

“Would that work,” Echo asked, joining them.

“I believe it is the least invasive option,” Tech replied.

They all nodded. Hunter went outside to start the campfire. Tech sterilized some equipment and joined him. It seemed simple enough. He only needed part of the flower and then the heated wound disinfectant along with bacta gel would cause the protein to be isolated. Hunter dug a tampon out of the emergency supplies.

Echo and Crosshair helped Wrecker who held your legs, while the other two sat on either side of you. You were tired, but still acting ravenous. Your method had gone even further in the direction of complaining about how you were hurting, and you just wanted all this to be over.

“It doesn’t have to be Tech,” you declared. “I’ll take any of you. Please!” You then melted in Echo’s arm and looked at him with stars in your eyes. “Changed your mind yet? Any of you?”

He simply shook his head, trying to show he cared, and held on so you couldn’t pounce on anyone. You turned to Crosshair on your other side. He held your arm and tried to help keep you still as best he could. You quickly moved to try to bite his neck and he pulled away. “No thank you,” he said. “I’m saving that for someone special.”

You were trying so hard to fight the drug coursing through your system, but it was a losing battle. After what felt like ages, Tech seemed satisfied with the concoction. There wasn’t much of it, but once it was cool enough he dipped the end of the tampon in the gel and walked back onto the ship. The boys let go enough for you to walk toward him. Your flirty symptoms appeared again, and you wanted Tech so badly. You looked up and down his body with no shame. He really took your breath away.

Tech found your glances made him nervous, but simply cleared his throat. Just as he was about to explain why he was holding a tampon, you started sniffing the air.

“That smell,” you said.

The men all looked at each other. “Can you smell it,” Hunter asked. “The protein?”

“Whatever it is, I want to sit on it,” you replied with a grin. You homed in on the tampon.

Tech cleared his throat again and explained, “I have created what we hope will reverse the effect of the drug, but you need to insert this yourself.”

Crosshair and Echo were still each holding your arms, but not too tightly. You seemed to calm and they let go. You took the tampon and went to take your pants off, but everyone stopped you. Tech opened the refresher door and you walked in. He closed it and everyone sighed.

“I hope this works,” said Echo. “All I smell is floral bacta gel.”

In the ‘fresher you regarded the tampon with a little suspicion, but your body seemed to be on autopilot. You placed the tampon and immediately the ache started going away. You took slower breaths. You washed your hands and realized your nerves had been on fire for hours. You looked at yourself in the mirror and felt the heat in your face start to drain. Instead, you realized all that you had said and done, or tried to do. All kinds of emotions flooded your system. You were sure that Hunter could sense the change in you from the other side of the door, so you made no effort to report what was going on. You weren’t sure you wanted to see or talk to any of them yet. You were covered in sweat from all your activity and wanted a shower. You stripped off your clothes and briefly stood under the water. Just enough to clear away the feeling on your skin. When you got out, you noticed someone had left you the spare clothes you’d brought, and you slowly put them on. After a few more minutes of staring blankly into the mirror and letting the antidote work, you finally reappeared.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I didn’t mean all that.”

“We know,” Wrecker said, pulling you into a hug.

“Glad you feel better,” Hunter said.

“Been thinking we might all get some shut eye before we leave,” Echo suggested. Crosshair nodded with a little smile on his face. For the first time all night, he popped a toothpick in his mouth.

You nodded, thanking them for helping you.

“Especially you, Tech.”

He wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hug you? Hold you? Keep his distance?

“Here,” he said. “If you find you need more to counter the drug, I will put this in a safe place.” He showed you a container with the small puddle of gel he had made using the flowers. You smiled at him.

“How did you figure it out?”

He walked you to the cockpit after closing up the ship as the sun rose. He sat you down, noticing how physically weak you looked. Sitting across from you, he told you about his research and how he found a way to mimic the protein structure that seemed to shut down the drug. You smiled. Of course Tech would figure it out.

“I’m sorry again,” you said.

“Cyar’ika, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, reaching for your hand. He gave it a soft squeeze and smiled at you. “None of this was your fault.”

You returned the smile and sat back, looking like you might fall asleep.

“Let me help you to bed,” he offered. You took his arm, needing it to steady yourself. Your legs felt like jelly for a whole different reason this time.

You got into bed. In his bunk. The others were already sleeping. Tech sat on the end of the bed, but looked conflicted. When he originally offered to sleep in the pilot’s seat, he didn’t know all of this would happen.

“Tech? Can you stay? Is that okay?”

He nodded, but suddenly seemed a bit nervous. He had never shared a bed with anyone like this. What he said earlier was true. He had feelings for you and knew you had feelings for him. He wanted you to feel safe, so if you wanted him close, he felt it would be alright now, although he wasn’t sure what he was doing as he laid down.

“How would you like me to, uh…”

“Like this,” you replied, taking his hand and laying it across your middle. Not too close or tight, but just there. “But however feels right. I trust you.”

He softly smiled and relaxed. “Goodnight mesh’la.”

#tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x afab reader #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb tech fanfiction #can you believe I'm out here posting on main #sex pollen #without the sex #reverse sex pollen #i don't know what else to call this #reader insert #period #menstruation

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obiwan · 2 years

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Hi it's been a while since i had anytime to read fanfics mainly because i was sick and busy with school lol but now i'm doing much better and want to read some obikin. I already know and read and love all the popular ones so i was just wondering if you know some new good ones that u wanna spread love for? say like from the last 3 months? thank you either way! and i wanna say that i love love love your writing!

I've been holding off on this, but combined with *a lot* of other similar messages I've received, I guess I'll bite. (also do you confuse me with someone else because the only writing I do currently is crying about EM in my tags), but anyway without further ado.

Now I don't know what you're looking for, so I have kept it to my personal favourites, some of which are WIPs. You've said you've read all the classics so I won't include those, and I have kept it to mostly the last three months as per your request. Here we go.

✰ (Explicit, WIP, Omega!Obiwan) this land is mine, but i'll let you rule by @travellingcircus

Anakin buys himself an omega-slave to help him run the moisture farm left to him by Cliegg Lars, but Ben is a little more than what he appears to be.

GORGEOUS FIC. I do love EVERYTHING by the author btw - just as a disclaimer, I love their style, I love their characterisation, and this fic is no exception. Give it a try if a/b/o does not squick you out.

✰ (Teen, Completed) a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by @treescape

“A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?”

“It is imperative that you restore yourselves,” Master Ti had said gently. “You’ve undertaken so much work in the aftermath of the war that we fear you will only burn yourselves out.”

“Treat it like any other mission,” Master Windu had told them kindly but unflinchingly when both Anakin and Obi-Wan had tried to protest. "You both have your orders.”

Or, Anakin and Obi-Wan go on a Council mandated vacation. While there, they encounter a few surprises.

I adore it when these two idiots can not communicate to save their lives. Although Obi-Wan is holding custody of the shared braincell in this one.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) just like the days we'd burn by @travellingcircus

Modern AU: After an accident derails his racing career, Anakin comes back home to Tatooine.

I'm very much obsessed with slice of life (can this actually be considered slice of life? idk) fics, where it's slightly domestic and suburban, and there's a an air of depression but it's fine because they have each other, like, these fics make me think of Gummo and it's like. I really get transported to another universe - I love this fic so much.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) then she lit up a candle (and she showed me the way) by skywaIker

Alright, so maybe it’s a little weird that Anakin’s favorite part of the month is always when he gets to meet up with his favorite, definitely-not-the-enemy Sith, Darth Sophos.

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS ONE SHOT, god please, whoever u are, write more. MORE. write 90k of this.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) Igneous by @zimriya

“Are you my birth father?” Leia asks.

Something caves open where Obi-Wan’s heart used to be. “No, I’m not,” he says. “I wish I could say I were.”

One truth; one lie.

STUPIDLY GOOD. Warning: it's not a fix it. But it's really stupidly good, I'm truly obsessed.

✰ (Explicit, Completed) stay til the dawn, i'll give you the sun by @tennessoui

Jedi Anakin Skywalker crashes in a field on the planet Stewjon. Out of respect for the Jedi Order, King Kenobi takes a personal interest in his recovery...especially when they accidentally form a Force bond, scant hours after Kenobi alerts the Jedi Council to Skywalker's presence so they can come retrieve their Jedi.

But if Anakin can't remember who he is, is he really still their Jedi? What's stopping him from being Obi-Wan's?

Especially when, if the amnesiac himself can be believed, it's all he wants.

Just do me a favour and read all of their stuff - like, I can easily rec everything they've ever written, including their tumblr aus. Read it! Read their other fics, a gift to the fandom.

✰ (Explicit, Completed) The way he smiles at you by @himboskywalker

The end of the Clone Wars drags on at a limp with the Chancellor dead,though there are still battles to be won.But with the near end of the war the HoloNet has turned its sights on juicier news and traded rumors,like the supposed torrid and elicit romance between the galaxy's most famous Jedi Knights.

Where Anakin is plagued by galactic tabloids and gossiping clones,Sidious choked on a bagel during the battle of Coruscant,Obi-Wan hasn't had cell service,Order 66 never happens,and nearly everyone gets a happy ending.

I'm obsessed with this fic. There's no other explanation, other than I'm so obsessed with it. So you get it recced.

✰(Explicit, WIP) Blood in the Water by Rwumper

Obi-wan loses the duel against Darth Vader and is captured instead.

OWK Show Episode 6, Canon-Divergence.

Honestly what it says on the tin. Vaderwan, but I really love it.

✰ (Explicit, WIP) My love, are you the devil? by NFx

You didn’t know?

A bead of sweat rolled down his temples, eyebrows knitted together in a grimace. Flashes of another life burst behind his closed eyelids, the sins of his past a smoldering flame that gradually increased into an undying inferno.

He’s alive, Obi-Wan.

Golden eyes pulsating with bitter resentment appeared in his mind’s eye. A serpent that will slowly emerge from the shadows and stalk its prey, its penetrating eyes always on him.

Anakin Skywalker is alive.

Can you tell I'm a bit obsessed with the Vaderwan capture fics. Well. I am who I am ig, I do love a good canon divergence!

✰ (Explicit, Completed) Satellite Mind by @theseptemberist and @intermundia

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten.

or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s.

I'll die if I don't include this in a fic rec I make. I know there are a lot, a LOT of great fics out there, but this one, speaks to me on such personal levels, I will truly perish if I don't include this in any fic rec post I have. It would feel like betrayal yk?

SO, there you go, I kept it really limited tbh, I read a lot more than this but given that you asked for stuff from the last three months, this is all I have atm! Granted I have been going ~through stuff so I haven't been able read as much as I like, but I hope this satisfies u somewhat. Also genuinely deathly curious about what you mean about my writing bc... do you follow me on twitter or do you have me confused for someone with actual talent sjhgfg. Anyway enjoyyyy ✨✨✨

#anonymous #answered #obikin #fic rec #fanfic

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meltingsweetbutter · 1 year

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how i did it: my biggest manifestation

OK. I'm sure all of you want to hear a REAL story. not that one which is about "ohhhhh I caught the right bus!!!! what a miracle" but a GREAT thing, full of magic and motivation. here I am, ready to tell you something. take your seats! it's gonna be inspiring.

my biggest problem was money, since our family used to be super broke. I really had nothing to eat for a couple of days when I was a teen, and my sister couldn't go to this art school, because we had NOTHING to give her. not even paints or brushes. NOTHING AT ALL. when I entered the university (it can be free in my country if you're smart enough, lol), I got that rich mean friend who always made fun of me. haha, look, she has nothing but a zero in her wallet and bank account. what a shame.

it was so bad that I used to ask people for money at the bus stop. or looked for coins on the floor. i missed an exam because i had nothing to pay for public transport. brrr

and then... then i found loa.

i can tell you it took only week to make everything better. money just.. started to come. from nowhere. when I asked my mom if she had any change, she just gave me something about 100 dollars. it was way TOO MUCH. I WAS SO SHOCKED I CAN TELL YOU. then I became tutoring, some things changed, and now we're way way richer. i can eat out, i can buy myself cute clothes. i am wealthy. and it is not even just a sentence anymore.

if you're interested in methods of manifestation i used, tell me. i just wanted to share with you this short but inspiring story. hope it'll help! <3

#loa #loassumption #loa affirmations #law of god #law of detachment #law of assumption #law of abundance #law of manifestation #manifesting #manifest #manifestation #manifesation #affirmdaily #affirming #affirmyourself #life affirming #subliminals #subliminal #neville goddard

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myfriendtheghost · 1 year

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more domestic josh thought:

him letting you pick a movie, so you pick a cartoon disney movie he hasnt seen before. the two of you are cuddled close in bed, he has your legs in his lap and he’s rubbing circles on your hip. the fairly lights on, and he’s making the silliest comments. “if you were stuck as a frog, i would totally convince someone to turn me into a frog too. or i would kiss you. then we can both be frogs. and use leaves as our mode of transportation”

i definitely think he makes up random tunes in his head, so when he’s doing a chore, or if you’re grumpy he will sing a song about it. “my munch, is in a crunch. she’s gotta get her work done, and it’s a bunch! she’s very grumpy, and probably wants some lunch!” to which he serves you some fruit and a sandwich.

him folding laundry while you lounge on you shared bed and watch him. he loves folding, and you do the laundry so it’s a perfect trade off! he’s so meticulous about it. if the fold looks ugly, he will completely restart that fold. he even remembers the one time you told him it’s important to keep your bra cups from being crushed, so he stuffs all your socks in them for the time being, until you can put them all away properly.

going to homegoods with him!!! he would be amazed. he remembers when you bought a blanket with dogs in a halloween costume once, so now he insists to keep up with the theme and will buy a blanket with dogs according to the nearest holiday, so for easter hed put a blanket with dogs in bunny ears in the shopping cart.

brushing your teeth next to him after a long day, and him making the goofiest faces in the mirror. he’d pretend to be rabid before spitting out his toothpaste just to make you laugh. when you reach over to grab the floss, he’d grumble about how much he hates flossing but still take some because you’re flossing too.

him noticing your medicine supply is low. he’d go up to you, and say he wasn’t snooping or anything, but he noticed your prescription is running a bit low, so you should call the pharmacy soon.

while cooking, he would sing the ratatouille song to himself. he’s butcher most of the words, but you understand the point.

he’d love to watch you play animal crossing. he’d ask so many questions! “munch, why does that owl talk so much?” “what are those stars in the dirt?” “why did you miss that butterfly!! what if it was worth a lot of money??” (it’s a common butterfly)

did u …… did u know I have a blanket with dogs in Halloween costumes on it

#chatswithkatie #LIKE HAVE WE TALKED ABOUT THAT OR DID U JUST PULL THAT IUT OF UR ASS/ALSO HAVE A HALLOWEEN DOGS BLANKET #BECAUSE I SCREAMED #also I would kill for him to fold my laundry for me omg I love throwing it in the wash but I hate putting it away ❤️‍🩹#anyways thanks for More Tears #gvf #joshua #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #🦦 anon #asks #the-wicked-gnome #long post

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smokinholsters · 1 year

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The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Lisa sat in the edge of Amy’s bed while she brushed out her hair and then changed her jeans and blouse.

“So we’ll pick up Lyndy, head over to Maggie’s for a snack and to grab Lou and then paint and furniture ?”

“That’s the plan for today, I don’t expect we’ll get to window treatments and area rugs until the final paint choices so we can get swatched. What did you think about the space ?”

Lisa nodded “Pleasantly surprised actually, I didn’t know what to expect, nice sized rooms, a guest room slash office, new kitchen, 2 bathrooms.”

“I was scared it wouldn’t be bright but the windows are nice and big and they face well.” Amy said brushing out her hair. She checked herself in the mirror and stood up. “Ok, I’m ready let’s head over to the school.”

“Lyndy was positively bursting this morning.”

“She was, she’s very excited, a whole new adventure and she loves hanging out with the center kids.”

“You over last night Amy ?” Lisa asked as they sat in the mud room putting on shoes and boots.

Amy pulled on her boot and sat up to look at her “nothing to get over Lisa, it’s done and the only thing I want is their good wishes. What about Heartland, seriously, as if Grandpa thought to ever once ask me about Heartland, and I’m just down the road Lisa, Lyndy doesn’t even have to change buses. Thank you all for stepping up by the way. I don’t know, between Finn and the horses I work with and this.”

Lisa reached over and put her hand on Amy’s arm “Hey he loves you, sometimes it just comes out this way, he worries about you.”

“And there’s Ty, I know, you don’t have to say it, I’ll always love Ty, but he has to let me move on.” She sighed and then smiled “Come on or we’ll be late, let’s go pick out some purple paint.”

They took Amy’s truck in case they had to transport anything. Amy and the center had more than enough help to paint so they decided to conserve money by buying the paint and what supplies they needed She’d take what they could today and pick up the rest during the week. The furniture would probably have to be ordered.

After picking Lyndy up they sat at Maggie’s sharing two slices of Saskatoon pie with coffee for the adults and milk for Lyndy.

Amy swallowed and turned to Lisa “Hear from Jessica today ?”

“A text while she was waiting for her meeting, she’ll text when she’s done.”

“I hope she gets the job whatever the job is.”

“Magazine ad for men’s soap.”

“Men’s soap ? What’s men’s soap ?”

Lisa laughed “I don’t know soap with a manly smell I guess.”

It was Amy’s turn to laugh now “All the me I know smell like livestock and manure most of the time.”

Lou laughed at that point “I don’t think that’s what they’re shooting for.”

They were done and Amy checked her daughter’s face “Lyndy, go get washed up and we’ll head over to look at paint and get samples.”

“What are samples momma ?”

“They’ll give us little can of the paints we like to try on the walls and when we decide they’ll make the colors we choose and we’ll paint the walls.”

“I want purple.”

“I know Lyndy but there’s going to be 20 or 30 different purples. You can pick three or four and we can paint little squares on the wall in your room and you can choose the one you like most.”

“Like a game !!”

Lisa smiled “just like a game sweetheart and then you can help with the other rooms.”

“Ok, now go wash up.”

It was Wednesday before they could head over to paint on the swatches and Amy had promised Lyndy that she could help so Lisa and Jessica met Amy and Lyndy at the center house soon to be Amy’s new home.

They had fun painting the squares and waiting for the paint to dry though they’d come back in the morning to make sure that the colors were true. Lyndy, true to her word chose four somewhat light purples for her room. Amy on the other hand chose several shades of greys. They were interesting and tinted with other colors, green for her room, rose for the bathrooms, hallway and kitchen, and blue for the guest bedroom. The house was old and restored rather than redone and one of the features they made sure to keep were the intricate crown moldings which would be painted white along with the window sashes and ceilings.

It was early and dinner would be a small group with the men attending a Foothills Cowboy Association meeting and Lou at some Mayoral event. As such Lisa had declared it a pizza night and everyone, especially Lyndy, was fine with it. They needed half an hour for the paint to dry completely and decided on a walk since Amy wanted to check on the kids, the horses and Mrs. Renata Corazon, the centers’ new ranch mother.

“It’s really a nice space.” Jessica said as the came out of the house.

Amy’s response was cut short as a small gas engine kicked off and filled the air with sound. She stopped speaking rather than raise her voice and followed the sound around the corner of the house.

They found Mrs. Corazon and Clint leaning against the chicken wire covered fence post that surrounded what used to be the ranch’s vegetable garden watching three of the boys working alongside a fourth who was working a rather large tiller.

Amy smiled and stepped over to stand next to Mrs. Corazon who had turned and smiled at her when she noticed the younger now official facility director walking over.

“Renata, good to see you settling in.”

“It’s not a ranch without a garden Amy.”

Amy nodded “I agree 100 percent, we should get some chickens also. Where’d the tiller come from ?”

“Borrowed from the Potter’s next door, very nice people.”

“Little late to be planting.”

“For a lot but we can still plant late season greens and get a harvest.”

“And a good start for next year I guess.”

“Hello Renata.”

The middle aged woman looked down between herself and Amy and then leaned over with open arms. A moment later she stood with Lyndy arms around her neck.

“How are you today Lyndy ?”

“Good, we’re waiting for the paint to dry and then we’re having pizza.”

“Pizza huh, that sounds good, I’m making tacos for dinner.”

“I like tacos.”

“Then I will make them for you when you have start sharing dinner with us.”

“And lasagna.”

Renata laughed “I remember the lasagna and burgers and the stew sweetheart.”

“And it’s not just Renata’s job to cook for us Lyndy but for everyone at the center.”

“I know.”

One of the perks to Amy, would be that she and Lyndy would eat dinner with the group, a family dinner around a very large oak table in the oversized dining room on the first floor of the center house. They’d have breakfast upstairs in the apartment and lunch would go either way. For most of the year that would mean Lyndy having lunch at school.

“Lyndy, how about you introduce Renata to your grandmothers ?”

Lyndy nodded and Renata turned and let her down onto the ground.

“This is Grandma Jessica and this is Grandma Lisa but she’s really Great Grandma. This is Renata.”

They both smiled and introduced themselves formally and with handshakes as Jessica Cook and Lisa Stillman as did Renata in return.

“So you’ll be taking care of our girls from now on I guess.”

“Soon enough, that’s my job but Amy’s being stubborn about it so I promise to do my best.”

Lisa laughed “just make her chocolate chip cookies.”

“I like chocolate chip cookies.” Lyndy piped up.

Jessica leaned over to kiss her head “I can’t imagine why.”

“I don’t think it’s being stubborn to clean my own living space Renata.”

“It is when your job is 7 days a week and basically 24 hours a day.”

Amy’s answer was waylaid by her phone which she checked. Everyone saw her smile before her “excuse me”.

“Hey you, all done ?”

“And on the way, I’ll be in Hudson by 6 or so, think I can take you and Lyndy to dinner ?”

“Nope but you can pick up two pizzas and two dozen garlic knots and bring them to the house. Grandpa and dad are telling tall tales tonight.”

“So the coast is clear ?”

“This has nothing to do with you Finn.”

“And ?”

Amy laughed “the coast is clear.”

“Then I’ll text when I’m at the pizza shop.”

“Finn ?” Jessica asked when Amy turned back.

“On his way home and picking up our pizzas. How about you three look around, I should check in with Logan or Michelle and I’ll find you in 5 minutes.”

“You won’t find them Amy; Michelle, Logan and the girls are out exercising the horses. I’ll have one of them check in with you when they’re back.

Amy nodded “thank you Renata, I’ll talk to you after dinner. I guess we’ll check the paint and head back to Heartland. Clint you need me for something ?”

Clint smiled “for everything but tomorrow will do.”

Amy smiled back “Call if you need me and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Katie was waiting when they got back to Heartland and was happy to watch over Lyndy while Amy got some work done with the horses. Amy assumed Jack was out at the herd

and felt a little guilty that she felt relieved they wouldn’t have to talk about Finn again. She sighed when after an hour she glanced up from the round pen where she was working and saw him and her dad coming over the rise.

“How did everything go today Amy ?”

Amy stopped and turned “It went good dad, I’ll double check the colors in the morning and place the paint order so hopefully we’ll get that done over the weekend.”

“So what do you think, a month ?”

“I guess thereabouts, it really depends on the furniture and appliances for now.”

“Tim, can we get these horses settled so I can shower ?”

“Yes Jack, in a minute.”

“Amy, everything Ok ?”

Amy nodded “All good Grandpa.”

Tim turned towards Champ and then stopped again “let me know if you need help with anything Amy.”

“Thanks Dad.”

Guiltily she waited until her dad and grandfather were done with their horses before leading Farraj, the horse she had been working with into the barn to brush him down.

She watched her dad head upstairs to the loft and her grandfather walk to the entrance and stop.

“Count me in for the help too Amy.”

“You mean that Grandpa ?” Amy asked stopping a couple meters from him.

“Of course I do.”

“Well then thank you and I’ll let you know.”

“Need help now ?”

Amy smiled “I’m good Grandpa, you should go get ready or you’ll be late for the tall tales.”

Jack laughed “it’s not just tall tales Amy.”

“I know, there’s drinking, back slapping and food that’s definitely bad for you.”

“Ok, Ok.” Jack chuckled “I’ll see you inside.”

“I’ll be in soon.”

She spent longer in the barn than she had planned on deciding to check on the rest of the horses and take care of the worst of the stalls. It would make night check easier. That time translated into her walking back with Tim who was on his way to grab Jack for the meeting and waited for her.

“Excited about moving ?”

“And nervous, thanks for the other night by the way.”

“I think this might actually be best for you Amy. Jess is sure of it.”

“I have to try.” Amy answered softly.

“I’m sure you’ll do better than try.”

“Thanks dad.”

“When does Finn get back ?”

“Soon, he’s bringing the pizza.”

Tim smiled and held the door open for her.

Finn’s text came as Tim’s truck backed away. Lisa, Jessica, Amy and Lyndy were sitting on the porch.

“Hey, where are you ?”

“Just pulling in, I assume there’s an order ready ?”

“Under Fleming, all paid for, 2 pies and garlic knots, add anything you want.”

“See you in uh 10 – 15 minutes ? And Amy could you put up a pot of coffee please ?”

“Right now, drive safe.”

When she saw the green truck pull up Amy went out to meet Finn and help him with the food. She grabbed the two bags he was carrying and left the pizza in his hands. She leaned up and kissed him.

“Good trip ?” She asked as they walked up the steps to where Lisa was holding open the door to the house.

“It was, you, the paint and furniture ?”

“It was good, I’d like you to look.”

“My only schedule tomorrow is working with the kids at the center in the afternoon so just let me know.”

The big surprise of the evening was Finn adding zeppoles to the mix. Lyndy had never had one and immediately fell in love with the small warm and crisp fried dough balls covered in confectioners sugar and was quickly covered in the white powder. She was allowed two and promised one for an after camp snack the next day.

Once done she was whisked off by Katie who volunteered to get her cleaned up and changed for bed. With dinner away they settled on the porch with coffee where Amy and Finn took the bench and where Lyndy joined them with a book for Amy to read to her. Her second yawn was the signal for bed and Amy excused herself to get her into bed after a round of hugs and a nose kiss from Katie.

Jessica sipped her coffee and savored the swallow “I guess we won’t be seeing you around much longer Finn.”

“I’ll be around Jessica.”

“Around the center though.”

“Well yeah I doubt I’ll be showing up with pizza if Amy’s living there.”

“Maybe just some zeppoles every now and again ?”

Finn laughed “Maybe Lisa, how are things going at Fairfield ?”

“Nothing much different except Platinum Bow relaxing rather than traveling. The stone bruise seems to be healing well.”

“That’s good, have them keep an eye on it though, they can be tricky.”

“What can be tricky ?” Amy asked coming out.

“Stone bruises, Amy could you take a look ?”

“Platinum Bow ?”

Lisa nodded.

“I’ll talk to Scott and come by, of course.”

“And bring Finn ?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“That shouldn’t be too hard.”

“I should get home, how about we meet at Fairfield in the morning and you can head to the center from there ?”

“9 Ok ?”

“9 is fine, I’ve gotta pay for the truck at 11 so we’re good.”

“I’ll walk you down.”

Finn said goodnight to Lisa, Jessica and Katie who was occupying her normal spot on the stairs and took Amy’s hand when they stepped to the ground. They stood behind the open door and he slipped his hands onto her waist.

“I missed you.”

Amy smiled “I missed you too, weird huh ?”

“It’s good to hear though, see ya in morning ?”

“You gonna kiss me in front of an audience of admirers Finn Cotter ?”

“We don’t want to disappoint them.”

Amy smiled and nodded no while mouthing “no we don’t” and leaned against him raising her lips to his as he pulled her gently closer. When their lips pulled apart she dropped her head to his chest and felt his hand move to the small of her back. She sighed when she felt him relax his hands back to her hips.

They had both heard Lou pulling up in her SUV and smiled when she called out “Ok, break it up you two.”

“Sleep well Amy Fleming.”

“See you in the morning Finn.”

Amy followed Lou up to the porch where Katie was actually waiting to say goodnight.

“Any coffee left ?” Lou asked after Katie made the goodnight rounds on the porch and headed up to her room.

“Should be a couple cups, I’ll split what’s left with you lou, come on, how was your meeting ?” Amy asked walking into the kitchen.

“Not as exciting as that kiss.” Lou said softy “Have you two ?”

“Lou !!” Amy hissed.

“What Amy, it’s just a question that I guess is a no or you’d be blushing.”

“It’s a no but it’s, I don’t know, fine for now, it hasn’t been an issue.”

“As long as you’re both fine with it, has he ?”

“We’re good Lou.”

“So when’s the big date, this Saturday right ?”

“Saturday night though we went to KO’s this past Saturday with Cass and Caleb. Want to see my outfit ?”

Lou smiled “Of course, let’s say good night on the porch first.”

“I’m not trying it on.”

Laugh smiled “Of course you’re trying it on, come on.”

#heartland #heartland-fanfiction #fanfic #amy fleming #finn cotter #season 16

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moxxbox · 1 year

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Hellooo!! I just read ur rules bc i don't want to send anything wrong😭😭 can i have match up with TWST? I don't mind what character im gonna get tbh

Ah here some things about me?😭 i apologize this is my first time doing this!!

I like pink, cats,playing games like, corpse party or old otome ones, i love reading and im obssesed with being a Transplant surgeon ( i want to be one when i grow up) i love learning about psychology and many more that have to do with people mind + human body ( not in a dirty way😭😭) i like hello kitty. I love drawing due being an artist. I love sleeping im also pretty lazy i have zero motivation im just pushing myself to do things,,, i hate not being clean or my room not being clean, i hate toxic people, people that bully others or just being mean and i hate stalkers and dark, loud noises, fighting.

I am a girly girl that is obssesed with pink and things like that ( i go by she/her)

I also love cooking!

Im more like a peace person ( if someone saying something bad or anything im just blocking them) im doing this mosty for my health bc i get triggered easily. Um my hobbies are: reading,drawing, learning new languages.

I cant do sports bc i cant run due always hitting knee pain so i avoid any sports.

My personality ( from my friends POV) :

funny, calm and very respectful, kinda stupid bc i say stupid things , lazy , very energetic( only in chat)😭

For my pov: i dont really know my personality or to give an example of what is like, so im gonna write how is it easier to me, im stupid im gonna believe anything others tell me i have high trust issues, mommy issues..( these arent a personality ( i think) but i think i prove how dumb i am💀 ( i also i always go by logic in things)

Uh i cant focus on things i also always lose interest in things most of the time.

My ideal partner type is: a nice person that i can communicate with bc to keep a relationship u need to understand each other, someone that understand me and have some of my interest so we can share and enjoying or time together.

My love language is: able to read a person so i can be able to understand what is wrong so i can comfort them. ( i dont like physical affection im very uncomfy with those so i just give my advice even if they dont need it)

IM SO SORRY I FR HAVE TO IDEA WHAT TO SAY SO I HOPE THOSE ARE ENOUGH!! I ALSO APOLOGIZE MY ENGLISH😭 HAVE NICE DAY/ OR NIGHT ECT🫶

Bro ur English is fucking amazing omg<3 ALSO ANOTHER CORPSE PARTY PLAYER!!! Im still in my playthrough but it's so 🫨🤩funky(/POS)

So Anon I match you with...

Me☺️ (/j /p)ok ok but actually,

I match you with...

Idia Shroud

HELP IDK IT JUST IF I SMASHED YOU NOTH TOGETHER YOU'D BE A GOOD COUPLE! Cat lovers unite! Also like a date night of playing horror RPGs (I think that's what corpse party is considered...) Like Corpse Party, IB, Mad Father, etc... Idia honestly could most likely help with your studying to be a Transplant Surgeon, you could test psychology stuff on him if you asked😭. Would buy you Hello Kitty stuff!!! Would definitely want to see your art if your not shy to showing it! He'll do his best to keep rooms clean, even if he also is a tad bit lazy. Nowhere is dark with him due to his hair... He'll buy random stuff off the internet thinking, 'Oh, she'd like that!'. If you were in the position of Yuu(being transported to TWST from another world.) He'd fake you a doctor's note for Physical Education. He'd do his best to communicate but if he has difficulty verbalizing some things(which he will...) His emotions are easily noticable by his hair and face!

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titengdakila · 2 years

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I have a confession to make.

It was March 14, 2020 when President Rodrigo Duterte announced a metrowide lockdown in Metro Manila. I was busy playing on-line games on my computer. When I heard my Mom shouting calling my name. "Enoch!!! come here quickly we need to go to the grocery store to buy canned goods and other things." she told me while panicking. "What's going on? Why are you panicking?" I asked her.

"President Duterte announced a metrowide lockdown and we need to buy our provisions." she answered. So I grabbed the key of my older brother's motorcycle and took our eco bags. "Don't use the motorcycle son you don't have a license yet." My Mom said. "Don't worry Mom SaveMore (grocery store) is just a few blocks away from here. And there are no traffic enforcers near our area." I told her, But she insisted that we take the tricycle because she is going to buy a lot of things.

"How about we call Kuya (How filipino calls their older brother) and ask him to pick us up?" I suggested. "Go ahead call him! I also need him back here at home the soonest possible time." My Mother added. So I did, and my brother told me that he is also about to go back home since their agency asked them to leave early because of the lockdown announcement." So he did picked us up after an hour of waiting.

The grocery store is full of people from our area and I even saw my schoolmates buying groceries with their parents. Everybody was wearing facemask. My Brother is 5 years older than me. I have a twin sister but she died during our birth. I look up to him like he is my father. Unfortunately my Dad is the promiscuous type and he abandoned us when my mom found out what he's been doing to me and my brother. My mom is a government employee in LTO (Land Transportation Office) while my brother works for an advertising agency as research specialist.

My mom is diabetic and she's struggling with her health. Good thing that Kuya Theo is helping her with the finances. Kuya Theo is a handsome, tall Chinese looking guy. Our Dad is a half breed of both Filipino and Chinese descent. Both of us have chinese eyes. My mom keeps on joking about his sexuality. She always asked him (jokingly) to finally get a girlfriend so that she could have grandchildren. My kuya would always get annoyed every time my mother says that.

Kuya Theo is the type of guy who would rather spend his time focusing at work than having a time for his love life. I would always catch him masturbating at night watching gay porn videos from Twitter and Reddit. He wouldn't even bother to stop me from looking because we've seen each other naked since we were young. Masturbation is just a normal thing for us since we are both male, and we share the same room. He loves sleeping naked because of the humid temperature here in the Philippines.

He is the type of person who I could say is very practical. He wouldn't turn on the AC because he doesn't wanna pay for a higher electricity bill. He would always join me whenever I take a bath to save water consumption. My brother is my idol. He is smart, responsible and a very caring person. I asked him once if he's already dating and he just laughed at it. I wanted him to be happy because he's been busy working to help us with our finances.

During the lockdown we were not allowed to get out of the house and we've spent so much time talking about our lives. My mom would always tell us about her stories growing up in Pampanga. She started planting vegetables in the backyard and bought live chickens on line. She told us that just in case the lockdown gets longer we have chickens for survival.

Our Barangay (a small territorial and administrative district forming the most local level of government.) can only provide one quarantine pass (ID) per family. My mom was the only one who is allowed to go out to buy groceries for us. I felt really upset that we could not help her carry the heavy eco bags because of the restrictions. Unfortunately because of this my acquired COVID19.

When she began to show symptoms of COVID19 my brother and were both so afraid that we might have it too. So we called the hospital and asked them to have us checked. Men wearing protective clothes (PPE) arrived and have us checked. Both me and my brother tested negative while Mon turned out to have acquired COVID19. She was taken from us and was quarantined at the hospital.

She only stayed there for a week and we were told of the unfortunate passing of my mom. We were so devastated and I don't even know what to feel at that time. I furious, getting emotional and pretty much confused of what is going on. My brother processed all the documents on his own so that he could get the ashes of my mom who at that time was cremated.

I was so afraid for him. I don't want him to acquire the virus too. He he finally got the urn I asked him to have us checked again. Thankfully we were both tested negative. On the night that my mom's urn arrived we were too emotional and mentally drained out. "Kuya I don't what to do if I will lose you too?" I told him. "Don't worry Bunso (filipino word for youngest sibling) I will never ever leave you." he answered back.

I somehow felt relieved after hearing those words so I hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. Days turned into months and we are slowly losing money. President Duterte on the other hand announced a Luzon wide lockdown. "Looks like we are going to stay here confined for a long time, and we need money to survive." My brother told me. He almost used up all his savings and the money that mom left for us needs to be processed first before the insurance allows us to withdraw it.

I kept on telling my brother that he better stay at home and just wait for the lockdown to end before he could process the claim. Good thing that he listens because I was really crying and begging for him not to go out. He asked his agency for assistance but they said it would take weeks to process the monetary assistance. My brother is getting frustrated so he tried applying for an online job. Unfortunately he was having a hard time getting a job online.

I don't know what to do to help him with the problem so I just helped him with all the chores. "Kuya... why don't we contact Dad and ask for help?" I suggested. I don't know but he suddenly looked furious after hearing my suggestion. "I WILL NEVER ASK THAT BASTARD FOR HELP!!!" he shouted. I was stricken when I saw his reaction. I can't help but to cry. "I was just trying to help." I told him.

He turned his back on me and did not say a single word. I could see how frustrated my brother is and I can't help but to cry. I went to my mother's room and banged the door and I wept there all alone. Around 1am (Manila time) I heard him knocking on the door. "Enoch! open the door please." he asked. So I stood up and open the door for him. He asked me to stay in our room and jokingly said that my mom's ghost would show up if I stay there alone.

He got me a ham sandwich and warm milk while he made coffee for himself. "Enoch, I am really upset about what you suggested earlier. You know what Dad did to us and how he abandoned our family right?" He said. I just nodded. I remember my kuya would always protect me by telling my Dad to do whatever he wants with him so that he could avoid him from touching me.

I witnessed how Dad touched him and did whatever things he wanted to do with kuya. It happened so many times that it became a normal activity every night. One time my brother was admitted to the hospital for having a Dengue and my mom have to stay with him in the hospital. That night my Dad took advantage of me. I don't know but I find it weird that I was not surprised or even reluctant. Because somehow I felt like I saved my brother that time and that I'm okay with it. I even told myself that I'd do it for him even after he recovers so that I could at least avoid Dad from touching him. I want to protect him too.

Although I am willing at that time to do it with Dad I still felt nervous somehow since that is the first time he touched me. When he first touched my dick I was not getting a hard on maybe because I'm too nervous at that time. But when he started licking and sucking my dick I felt this weird sensation. It felt so warm and tickling that I began to harden up, closed my eyes and moan a bit. When he heard me do that and saw my reaction he got excited and started to get rough.

I was so confused but at the same time I am enjoying the sensation I'm getting that I even grabbed his hair and started pulling it. My hips began to moved slowly and I felt like I wanted my dick deep inside his mouth. I began to pound his mouth and started to move roughly too. "This is not bad at all" I told myself while my eyes are closed. It really feels good that I forgot who's doing that to me. That was the first time I reached orgasm and my cum squirted in abundance inside his mouth.

He looked me in the eyes after I cummed and he gulped it all. Then I felt guilty after that. He told me not to say anything about what we did even to my mom and my brother. He gave me 100 pesos after that. After my brother recovered and went back home he asked me if my Dad tried touching me? I told him nothing happened but he seems skeptical. After a few days passed dad started touching me again and when my brother saw him he tried to seduce him and get his attention, But dad really wants to do it with me but my brother insisted.

I went near them and tried to get my dad's attention so that I could save my brother and at the same time have that irresistible sensation again, But my brother pushed me and whispered furiously that I should go back to my bed. If look could kill I would have died when he stared at me. I went back to bed I kept on looking at what they are doing... I don't know but I started rubbing my disk on my pillow and my brother saw me doing that while I'm staring at them. He looks angry but I don't care. I kept on rubbing my dick until I cummed.

In the morning my brother and I argued secretly and he kept on telling me that what I did was wrong. "I don't understand you!!! I did it because I don't want him to touch you!" I told him. He seems aghast and slapped me after hearing my words. One late afternoon my dad approached me again and started touching me. My brother was not around at that time. I don't know but I felt excited. He started touching me my dick and fiddling it.

I just can't resist the sensation that I began to pull his hair again. I pounded his mouth roughly and enjoying the sensation I am getting. I even started moaning and it really felt so fucking good. I was about to cum when suddenly the door banged and it opened. My brother was looking furious wearing his school uniform. I was surprised I didn't expect him to be back so soon because he told me last night that he'd be late for home since he needs to attend a school activity.

He shouted so loud and called my mom who is with him when they arrived. My mom went in our room and saw what my Dad was doing. She started beating him with a soft whisk broom, While my brother is beating me with his shoes. That memory stayed with me until now and I still feel guilty about it. Sometimes I blame myself for ruining our family but my brother keeps on reminding me that it was not fault.

It was mid September when President Rodrigo Duterte announced a nationwide lockdown. My brother seems really frustrated after hearing the news. The money he received from his agency is no longer enough to feed us. He called our aunties in the state and asked for help. That night my brother was so preoccupied on how he could find ways to earn money. He stayed awake till 12am. It was raining and it's getting cold. My brother slept naked so I stood up to cover him with the blanket.

The lights are off but the light from the electric post outside illuminates inside the room. I noticed that my brother is having an erection. He was deeply sleeping but his cock is so hard. I've seen him naked so many times but something felt different this time that I started approaching his bed and getting near his cook to have a good look. "How did it became this big?" I asked myself. I am used to seeing it when it's not hard so I was really curious how did it grew so thick and long.

#gay story #gaylife #gayboy #gay #kuya #confession

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livelysonletour · 2 years

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Barcelona>Toulouse>Lourdes

When traveling abroad you may feel compelled to secure your transportation weeks or even months in advance. Us? We decided to just plan our route from Spain to France well ahead of time and then purchase our tickets later in person. 36 hours ahead of time. On a holiday weekend. While, as it turns out, French railroad operators were on strike. Oh and the route we had planned was no longer in operation.

Now to be fair to whichever one of us came up with this plan (thank God it wasn't me), we did visit the train station and attempt to buy tickets 56 hours in advance (9pm), but sadly the long distance travel sales windows had closed. Sadder still, the empty ticketing queue, which required you take a number and wait for it to pop up on a screen (a la the DMV), would not be indicative of the following day's wait time.

So, the next day, 36 hours out, we got a number. Shortly thereafter we decided we would try our hands at navigating the sometimes-translated self service kiosk, so we threw our number away. Toulouse wasn't popping up in the search (we suspected something was amiss with the route, later revealed to be out of commission) so we found the closest town we could and decided we'd figure out local travle from there. Great. We spent 10 minutes clumsily typing in our details, swiped our credit card, and "Incapaz de comprar boletos. consulte a un agente." We grabbed another number.

After our 1 hour wait, the agente made this exact face when we said we were trying to get as close to Toulouse as possible on Sunday: 😬. After some unsuccessful keyword searches, an explanation of the French holiday, and some desperate attempts at piecemealing a route together, we were advised to find a bus.

Despite some initial panic over never being able to leave Barcelona (and jokes about how this felt like the time Cat’s dad “almost” got stuck in Austin), some concern over bus travel safety, and my idea to abandon frugality and buy plane tickets, we decided to get a bus. A few recommendations from the concierge and Reddit later, we picked out a bus company and enjoyed our final day in Barcelona.

Cat did pretty well on her first commercial bussing experience (not my first -Cat), an adventure I am very familiar with from our early days of dating. The gas station stops made her feel right at home.

(Note from Cat - I waited on the bus with our stuff while Garrett went inside to use the bathroom. When he came back he asked if I wanted to go inside, to which I responded “what is the Kinder selection like?” And he immediately pulled up this picture on his phone to show me. Just more evidence that Garrett can read my mind, he just chooses not to.)

After a few stops and exchanges, we made it to our hotel in Toulouse. I wish we could've spent more time in the city itself. We will have to come back.

The next day (today), we met up with our tour group and headed in to Lourdes in the foothills of the Pyrenees. We will be staying here for a while, but we will travel out everyday to various spots the bike race will be passing through.

We did a "petit train" tour with our group, and learned all about the town's holy water, some castles, and a steep cablecar running up the mountainside. But I'm sure we will have more to share about Lourdes in a future post.

So far throughout our trip, we have had many missteps:

We've miscalculated how late things will be open, how busy events will be, and how quickly we'll be able to do things.

We don't know if we are supposed to ask for the bill or wait patiently at each restaurant.

There is never enough water. And it is never cold enough.

I've had a sinus infection (pray for Cat).

We struggle to withdraw Euros (primarily because Cat keeps her debit card locked and forgets to unlock it at the ATM.)

We are still learning how to order coffee.

Cat hasn't picked the right shoes for the day yet (blisters abound).

Cats hair straightener broke the second she plugged it into the outlet in Spain. I’m told this is a very big deal.

But, we've been very fortunate:

Winston helped us get here very affordably.

Mom and Gibson have given us peace of mind leaving Sir back home.

Nanny and Pepa inspired us to go on this crazy adventure in the first place, and made some great recommendations.

All of you reading this encourage us to journal and commit this experience to memory.

And Cat picked out what has to be the most incredible experience an outsider could get when attending le tour.

We're very excited to get started on this part of the trip.

#submission

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heavensbusiness · 3 months

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Honor

I recently read a book called “Honors Reward” and it blew my mind. In his book, Pastor John Bevere breaks down what honor is, how it should flow and great examples of how it unlocks different types of rewards. What is honor? It is to word, thought or deed that adds value/weight to another person. This person could be your child, your workmate, classmate, family member, supervisor, parent or indeed leaders (civic or otherwise). There are numerous examples (1st Samuel 2:30, 1st Peter 2:17, Exodus 20:12) of the command to honor and in Exodus and 1st Samuel, there is a clear reward for obeying this command.

Allow me to share a personal testimony of how God speedily rewarded an act of honoring another person. It was approximately 2 years ago in the month of February, and I had reported for work early and as I was heading to the office, I saw some money on the ground. I picked it up and debated what to do with it, the selfish part of me wanted to hide it in my pocket, as there were no witnesses at the time. My spirit man however, clearly received instruction to look for the owner of the said cash. The money itself was sufficient to buy a KFC pack and a fizzy drink at best.

I walked into the reception area and saw one of the ladies who manned the front desk and so I greeted her. I then proceeded to ask if she had misplaced any money, because at the time, we were the only two people present. She quickly checked her purse and noticed that she was missing her transport money. With great relief, she confirmed that she had lost some money and I handed it back to her. The day progressed and I almost forgot about this seemingly minor incident. As I was heading home after work, I was involved in a minor traffic accident and the man in the wrong was clearly apologetic. I however, was livid! Thankfully, there was a police officer nearby and he ushered both vehicles to the nearby police station. Once we stepped out of our vehicles, the man who was driving the other car took full responsibility over the accident, and offered to pay for the minor damage. The amount we settled on was over 20 times the amount I had found on the ground at work! The reward for honoring my workmate came rapidly and it was generous! No tricks, no scams, just a reward for genuine obedience to the command of honor. Pray that God guides you on ways in which you can honor those around you, in your everyday life.

#christianity #christian faith #jesus #faith #fyp #tumblr fyp #bible #honor

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gamindustrinews · 9 months

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Colossal Fight leads to Colossal Damage!

Written by Flame of Sound

Recently, all of our nation’s goddesses went to assist Lowee in a fight that quite literally shook the world. GAMINDUSTRI News took the effort of recording the next day.

As many now know, a battle ensued that caused major damage to Lowee’s plains and forests. Citizens are asked not to go and Lowee officials are temporarily barring any visitors, but we got a special look inside.

Now, we didn’t get permission to take photos, but we are allowed to say this: it’s completely barren. Almost all plant life is gone, and the other countries have already begun transporting some of their own plant life in an attempt to recover the once thriving forests and plains.

Despite the attack, however, shares seem to have gone up. Leanbox and Lastation suffered the least, receiving no damage at all. Obviously, Lowee suffered the most, losing almost all of it’s forest and plains. But all three countries seem to have equal or even higher shares.

Leanbox and Lastation have already begun efforts to assist in recovery, though this may seem forced as sources say Blanc consistently refused to accept help.

In fact, Vert, or Green Heart as some know her, held a press conference about the matter at hand, along with some words of her own.

“I cannot speak for Lowee or any of the other countries, but I can speak on behalf of myself and Leanbox when we say we are terribly sorry for Lowee and its current state. I’ll be doing all I can in sending resources and assistance in recovery efforts, even if Blanc refuses it each time. I hope all in Leanbox help those in Lowee to deal with this awful tragedy.”

Noire refused to hold a press conference, and immediately denied our request for an exclusive comment.

However, her sister, Uni, allowed us this statement: “My sister is absolutely saddened by this, but she’s focusing on relief efforts and her own country at the same time, so she doesn’t want any of the attention towards her.”

As for the targeted country, Lowee, Blanc also refused to hold a public conference.

However, she accepted our request to an interview, and this is the transcript.

Q1: What happened in the fight? Can you describe it?

“It was a routine patrol. I remember a new traveler coming across me. She threatened Lowee, and I went into my CPU form. You probably already know the rest.”

Q2: Who was the monster? What was it like?

“It’s difficult to describe, but… it’s like they were monsters that WERE humans at one time. Because aside from obvious differences, they almost looked human.”

Q3: What about your sisters? Are they ok?

“Rom and Ram are fine. I have them recovering in a clinic, as they took major damage during the battle.”

Q4: What happens next? What do you plan to do?

“Reluctantly, I’m currently accepting the donations offered to me by Lastation and Lowee and we’re immediately beginning recovery of the plantation. However, due to this, food supplies may be limited as we will have to buy food from the other countries rather than grow it here.”

Blanc refused to answer any more questions.

As for Neptune and Nepgear? The goddesses of Planeptune? What even happened to them, and what’s going to happen to Planeptune?

IF and Compa, close friends of the goddesses, set up a press conference just two hours ago to address these questions.

“We know you’re worried about Nep-Nep and Nepgear. But unfortunately, we have to tell you bad news. They’re currently in intensive care. Doctors are saying most of their life force was sucked out of them. They also say a series of share infusions should restore their life force, so they’re not going to die. But, they’ll be in a coma for a while, so me and Compa have decided that we’ll take their place for now. Histoire will continue monitoring them while we care for your needs. As for Lowee, we wish them luck, but we can’t do anything until both Nep and Nepgear wake up.”

They left the podium and we were all dismissed shortly after.

It seems this massive attack left everyone on their toes as Lowee has little plant life and Planeptune not having their goddesses present.

We do have one last thing for you all, though.

Blanc was kind enough to sit down with our artists and describe the monsters as best as she could.

She also gave us permission to publicize the concepts.

Here are the artist renditions of the monsters that terrorized Lowee.

For all of your GAMINDUSTRI news, this is Flame of Sound, signing off!

(For the record, the backgrounds along with Vert, IF, and Compa all belong to Compile Heart, and the last three renders are renders drawn by @/GeefDotXML on Twitter.)

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imnotactuallygoingtousethis · 10 months

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So, Sunday was meant to be my first pride fest since “officially” coming out

(in reality I just settled on some labels that work decent enough, I’ve long held that I felt like a part of the queer community but had been told for years I was wrong and look at me cmon of course I’m cishet. The only thing that changed is I stopped letting other people have a say in how I see myself)

Since I’ve always been so averse to labeling myself and have been open about myself for so long maybe she didn’t think it was a big deal. Maybe I’ve been so content I never brought up that I’d “officially come out”. Idk I’m trying to hold space for the possibility it was a misunderstanding. But it fucking hurt when she cancelled AFTER we were supposed to be there already.

I asked her and my sibling if they’d come with me (I’m too scared to go alone, not because of bigots, just social phobia) months in advance.

I gave warnings two weeks and one week in advance. Tried to start planning transport days in advance cuz I knew we were all bad at texting quickly. She even kept tabs on the weather so I thought we were fine. We knew it might rain but I said if it did they should both come over to my place and we can celebrate anyway. I tried… I really, really tried. Sent a book in texts trying to coordinate the night before, no response.

Got up early the morning of, excited. Tried to keep busy, did laundry, dishes, started getting dressed. I bought trans tape for the event and wasted a lot of it figuring how to apply it lol. It was cool seeing myself mostly flat chested, just a lil bit of boobage. Ever since I was a kid I wanted “chick boobs”, just enough to be a boob but with my pecs on full display. I was trying to hold wait to express the excitement and gender euphoria. I wanted to wait until it was closer to leave before I did sunscreen and glitter though.

So I waited. I’d sent another text at 7 am so I was waiting for a confirmation from either person that noon was a good time to head out, or where we wanted to meet (I’d asked a week ago, no response). And I kept waiting, at 11:30-45 or so I fell into a brief nap.

At like, 1:30 I woke up to a text from my sister timestamped around 12:30 saying she’d leave in an hour. (Um leave to where? I’d suggested meeting at ur place and no one responded?!) and a couple texts from my friend explaining that her and her partner were going over finances to buy a house and so she could not go with. She waited until after my sibling texted and then flaked immediately.

If she was up since 8 she def saw my text from 7. I don’t get why she wouldn’t have let me know asap. Or honestly, I don’t get why she wouldn’t have told her boyfriend that the financial shit needed to wait for a day. I tried to make sure everyone had plenty of time to schedule around our plans.

In fact- I KNOW I left enough time for them to schedule around it. The sister asks if I still wanted to go, but at that point it was 2 and it would have taken practically an hour to get there and park; I was too dejected to leave my apartment anyway so I said no. She said she’d try to stop by but never did.

I want to be nice to them because of all the space for misunderstanding, so I’m writing this instead. Maybe I’ll share my hurt with my sib and my best friend, one day. But for now I just need to let it be known how distraught I feel. How abandoned and unimportant I felt slowly removing the tape from my chest in the mirror, watching myself blink back tears in part of the outfit I’d picked out hours before my plans were canceled.

My last pride was my sister’s first since she’d come out as bi. I was excited to help her have their moment. Helped apply flag themed eyeshadow and got my anxious, crowd-averse ass out the door to make sure she wouldn’t be alone. Am I selfish for wanting someone to do the same for me?

I deserve my first pride. I’m not waiting a whole year. I’m having my own little pride this friday hopefully. I wanna do it while it’s still June otherwise I’d do it on Monday before my weekend. Me myself and I will be having an awesome lil personal pride celebration; complete with any rainbow snacks I can find and some fruity drinks. My boyfriend will probably throw more Will and Grace on, and I can wallow with the one person who’s always there for me.

#pride 2023 #lgbt pride #gender fluid #genderqueer #queer #trans #friend problems #lonely #coming out

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ketso · 1 year

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Episode 34

It is only 2pm and I’m already bushed. I’ve been in meetings all morning and I’ve been reviewing contracts since 12pm. I haven’t even eaten, and I don’t feel hungry. I spoke to Ntuthuko once or twice today just to check in. He’s still at my place and I’m actually enjoying having him around. We fight from time to time, but I fall more and more in love with him each day. This may sound arrogant, but I think he really loves me too. He has his weird ways of reaffirming his love for me and I appreciate him.

He told me that he will be with Senzi today. Senzi landed this morning from being away for the past week. So, I know he will be home later. But what I like about him is that he’s always available. When I call him, I can reach him. He carries a power bank with him in case his phone battery dies. I genuinely appreciate him.

He’s very different, I must say.

I’ve been with douche bags… severe douche bags. I’d not even be able to contact them for over a week and I had to be okay with that. So Ntuthuko tells me that I have a right to hold him accountable for whatever his responsibilities are to me, and I must never be scared to hold him accountable. Ipantsula lami madoda!

I get a call from reception.

“Hello?” Me.

“Hi Miss Khumalo. There are some people here for you.”

“People?”

“Yeah. They said they specifically want Tamia. You are the only Tamia in the company.”

“What do they want?” I ask.

“Sisi, angazi. They are just not nice.”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

We hang up.

I get up from my desk and make my way to reception. I sit on the third floor. So, I use a lift to head to ground floor, the reception.

“You are Ntuthuko’s girlfriend?!” Some woman barks at me. Hai bo!

“Askies?!” Me.

Does Ntuthuko have other women I’m sharing him with?

“You are Tamia Khumalo? And you are Ntuthuko Maphumulo’s girlfriend?” Another woman.

“Yes. Who are you?”

“The four of us are the mothers of his children!” A third one says and shoves what seems to be a one-year-old into my arms.

“This is a place of work for me. What you are doing is intimidation and unnecessary. I can have you arrested for this. I’m a lawyer.” I say.

“Arrested?! So that’s why Ntuthuko treats us like this now. You think you are clever!”

“Sis Pru, call security and the police, please.” I ask the receptionist.

“You are the one who convinced Ntuthuko that we are gold diggers and that we just want his money! You are the one who convinced Ntuthuko that we shouldn’t get money that he can more than afford to give us to support his kids. You pay school fees now. You pay school transport now. You buy groceries for them and when we want money for clothes, we put in requests and support why we need the money. So now, we are leaving these kids with you and Ntuthuko. You must now see for yourself how much it takes to raise these kids. All you get to be is pretty and give him sex while we do all the work of raising his kids! Now, you’ll feel it for yourself.” One of the women say.

“You will clothe them, feed them and do whatever it is you have to do to raise them. Sikhathele thina!” One of them.

“You are not even his type! Look at us and look at you. Awufani nix nathi wena!” Another one.

UNtuthuko wacamela these people, vele? Men and the standards of their erections! Rha!

“Bantwana, umama wenu lo. She takes your dad and all of you. You will be in her life athanda noma angathandi. Niziphatheni kahle. Bye.”

These women leave and I have four kids looking at me… confused as I am. One of them is in my arms. Heh!

I’m not even driving the big car today. I came here with my Porsche, and it will not fit all of these kids. I don’t even have a car seat in that car. Yoh!

“Hi guys”, I greet the kids.

“Hello.” The three standing in front of me greet me.

“My name is Tamia. What are your names?”

“I’m Thulisa”, the eldest girl says.

“I’m Nkosana”, the eldest boy says.

“I’m Bonga”, the younger boy says.

“This is Sihle”, Thulisa tells me that the one I’m holding is Sihle.

“Awesome. So, I’m going to leave you guys here with Sis’Pru very quickly. I’m going to get my bags upstairs, get us an Uber then we can leave. Is that okay?” Me.

They nod their heads.

Sis’Pru smiles at me then nods her head.

“What’s a Uber?” Bonga asks me.

“A taxi”, I say.

“But a fancy one. We will be the only passengers.” Thulisa.

It’s still public transport, but hey.

“We going to be in a combi without other people?” Bonga.

“It’s not a combi. It’s a fancy car.” Thulisa.

“Don’t you have a car? My mom says you and my dad have a lot of fancy cars”. Nkosana.

I look at Sis’Pru.

“Come with me. I’ll get you something to drink while we wait for Mam’Tamia.” Sis’Pru rescues me, taking Sihle from my arms.

“Ngiyabonga Sis’Pru, truly.” Me.

I make my way to the elevator. I dial Ntuthuko.

“Shambula”, he answers his phone.

“Your baby-mamas were here at my workplace, causing a scene.”

“What?!”

“Yes! And they left all the kids here with me. No bags. No lists of possible allergies. No medical records. Nothing.”

“I don’t understand what you are telling me. How did they even find you or know who you are?” He’s very angry now. Imagine how I feel?

“Ntuthuko, your baby-mamas said if I’m going to be with you, I don’t just get to have sex with you, I must take the kids too. And since we’ve decided to control their spending and requests for money from you, we must live with the kids and see how unreasonable we are being.” I explain.

“I’m going to kill them.” He says.

“Babe, don’t give them the satisfaction. Don’t even phone them. It’s fine. We can handle this. I just feel attacked because of how they did all of that in front of everyone at reception. But I’m cool. I’m going to knock off now and take them to the mall. I need to get a car seat for Sihle. I need to buy them clothes and pyjamas because their mothers left nothing! Then we will get some food. We will have to take an Uber. Can you come to my workplace and take the Porsche? It’s not exactly child friendly. I’ll leave the keys with Sis’Pru. Bring your ID. They’ll want your identification before they give you the keys.”

“Baby, you don’t have to do all of this.”

“Ntuthuko, do you understand what I mean when I tell you that I love you?” Me.

“I do. But this is a lot.”

“Baby, the first thing you told me about yourself when we first met is that you have four kids. If that wasn’t something that I’m prepared to deal with, I would have broken things off right there and then. But I didn’t. Because I love you - all of you. Your kids are my responsibility too. Their mothers don’t get to win. They are doing this to break us up and they won’t get what they want because I love your kids. And I’m here for you and for them.”

“Tamia -

“Please, sthandwa sami. Don’t phone them. Let them be. Come pick up the Porsche from the office. We will keep each other updated as the day goes by. I’ll take them to Mall of Africa. It’s the closest mall to the office.”

“Tamia…”

“Yes babe?”

“Ngiyakuthanda. And ngizokushada.” He tells me.

“You going to make me cry. And that’s not the image I’m going for at the office.”

He laughs.

“I love you, okay… and we are fine. The six of us are going to be okay.” I say.

“Shup.”

“Bye baby.”

I hang up.

I pack my bag and spend about half an hour explaining to my boss what’s going on. I tell him I’ll be working from home until I’ve figured out everything. If it gets too steep, I’ll take leave. He tells me that I can take leave, but asks that I be available because we have critical business coming our way. I agree. Now, I head out.

We took an Uber van to Mall of Africa. They actually enjoyed it so much. I also learned, through their conversations, that they all met each other for the first time today. They get along good, so I guess that’s a good thing.

Now, we are at the mall. Sihle is in the car seat attached to the trolley I’m pushing. She’s been on my lap since we left the office. Bonga is in the bigger compartment of the trolley. I’ve learned that he’s four years old. Nkosana, the eleven-year-old, is next to me, and Thulisa, the twelve year old, is on my other side. I put my laptop bag and handbag inside the trolley with Bonga. He promised to be the security for them. The other two promised to be his assistants. Ja neh. They are funny kids. They are not showing me flames like I thought they would. Their mothers are something else. I have my cellphone in my pocket because Ntuthuko has already phoned us twice checking in on us. He also got my car from the office. He said he’d leave it at home then meet up with us here with the bigger car.

Our first stop is Woolworths. I make them choose their own pyjamas, then I pick cute ones for Sihle. I assist Bonga with his choice. Then I tell them we need to get clothes. Only Thulisa is excited. The boys come around eventually. They choose, but I vet the choices. I’m learning that they don’t make sensible choices when picking clothes. They pick what seems nice to them, and they don’t realise that they need matching pants or matching tops. They get shoes and underwear as well. We take over an hour just fitting the clothes. But we finish eventually. I take some bedding for them as well - kid friendly bedding. My house is not exactly set up for kids.

I pay for everything and the plastics are all in the trolley with my bags and Bonga.

From here, we go to a Mr Price kids where I purchase a car seat, a stroller, a cot and a playpen for Sihle. Bonga sees those motor electrical cars and asks for one. I buy him the Jeep version that he likes. The older two get iPads. I think I’ve won them over.

Ntuthuko finds us. He attacks me with a kiss first and a deeply sincere hug.

“You good?” I ask him.

“You are the best decision I’ve ever made”, he says to me.

We kiss again.

Now he greets the kids.

They are excited to see him. They tell him about the clothes we bought, their new toys and gadgets. Ntuthuko mouths a thank you at me. I smile at him.

“We can go eat somewhere nice. We are tired.” I say.

“McDonald’s”, Bonga says.

“That’s boring. Let’s go to Spur”, Nkosana says.

“Yes, Spur.” Thulisa.

These two team up a lot.

I can see Bonga getting upset.

“Sizoya endlini sipheke ke”, Ntuthuko.

“Okay. Okay. We will go to Spur.” Bonga submits.

Ntuthuko pushes this now heavy trolley to the car. Sihle has now come out of the car seat and is in my arms again. I think she’s small and unfamiliar with whatever is happening here. So, I’m her safe place and she’s sticking to me until she gets comfortable again.

We leave Mall of Africa after Sihle’s car seat has been set up and she’s now in it. We realise that my car GLC Coupe is still small. They fit at the back, but not comfortably. Ntuthuko says it’s better than the taxis that they are used to. Imagine!

We get to Spur and they are excited again. But we have to force them to pick a meal first before going to play. Now they are gone. I’m feet are killing me. I’m only realising now that I’m still in heels and a suit. Sihle is in a feeding chair between Ntuthuko and I.

“I want to marry you”, he says as we wait for our drinks and food.

“I want to marry you too”, I say.

“I’m serious. I want to marry you.”

Now I giggle.

“Uzobona wena.” He says.

“How’s Senzi?” I change the subject.

“He’s fine. We went to see Keith. Ay, him and Bassie are really in a bad place.”

“Even with the kid back?”

He nods his head.

“Eish. I thought I’d go see them today, kodwa…”

“They understand. I told them what’s happening. They were actually worried about you.”

“Why though?”

“Tamia, this is not a normal situation.”

“I guess. But I’m fine. I’m just worried about you. Wena uzofuna ukwenzani? Are you keeping the kids permanently? What?! Maybe put something final and legal in place to seal the stability for the kids.” I say.

“You think so?” He asks me.

“Yes. Ntuthuko, they left their kids with someone that they do not know… that they’ve never even met before. They didn’t even know what I look like. What if I wasn’t the only Tamia at the office? And someone else came by, took them and… yoh!”

“Baby, calm down.”

“What kind of mothers are they?!” I say.

“Not one like you.” He says.

I look at him.

“But thank you for everything. You are a hit with them.” He says.

I smile at him.

Our drinks arrive. I’m having wine. Dry and red! I need the whole bottle, but I’ll be a lady and just have a glass for now. Ntuthuko is having beer. I’m sure he’d also like a whole six pack.

I place an order for delivery with Dischem for all the toiletry items that I will need. I’ll pick it up when we drive home.

The food arrives and I go call the kids back to eat. The table is definitely filled with conversation - mostly with me. They seem slightly scared of their father. I wonder what their mothers told them about their father.

By the time the bill comes, it’s 6pm. Ntuthuko pays the bill then we head home. We are all actually tired.

We get home - after picking up my order at Dischem - and when we enter the house, the kids instantly love it. Each person has their own plastic bags. Ntuthuko decides to put up Sihle’s playpen in the TV room. I head upstairs and show them where they’ll be sleeping. I divide the rooms into boys’ room and girls’ room. My place is only four bedrooms. The last bedroom is a guest bedroom and that’s where my mom sleeps when she is visiting.

“So, I get my own room?” Thulisa.

“You’ll share with your sister. But she will probably sleep with your dad and me sometimes”, I say.

“So only two people in one room?” Nkosana.

I nod my head. I’m very confused about these questions.

“At home, only gogo and my mom sleep in the bedroom. The rest of us sleep on the floor in the TV room”, Thulisa.

Okay, now I understand.

“We sleep in the kitchen – me and my five cousins. Then the big people sleep in the TV room. My uncle sleeps in the bedroom with his girlfriends and makes noise the whole night.” Nkosana.

I look at Ntuthuko. He can see that I’m beyond shocked. He isn’t as moved. He is just busy with the playpen.

“Bonga, where do you sleep at home?” Nkosana.

Bonga just shrugs his shoulders. Then he says, “if I make mommy angry, I sleep outside.”

Hai!

Again, Ntuthuko – UNMOVED!

“Well, you have bedrooms here. You don’t have to worry about sleeping on floors or outside ever again. One day, daddy and I will buy a bigger house and you’ll each have your own bedrooms.” I say.

“A bigger house than this one? But this one is a mansion! It even has a upstairs,” Thulisa.

Obviously, I need to get English tutors here. From “a uber” to “a upstairs”. We don’t speak like this. Please!

“What’s a mansion?” Bonga.

“A big house. Like the one that the president of America lives in.” Nkosana.

Weh!

That time, my place is just a duplex.

I run them a bubble bath. I let the girls bath in the main bedroom, and the boys must bath in the second bathroom. The third restroom is just a toilet, a basin and a shower. Where the boys are bathing, it’s a toilet, a basin and a bathtub. Our main bedroom’s insuite bathroom has everything.

I help Sihle bath. She doesn’t cry or anything. It’s pretty easy actually. Thulisa sorts herself out. When I’m done with Sihle, lotioning her and dressing her up, I give her to Thulisa for them to make it back downstairs for her to play in her playpen. I then help Bonga. He tried to bath himself, but shame… he can’t clean himself completely. I notice that both he and Nkosana are not circumcised. I can’t exactly ask them about it, but I’ll raise it with their father to address it accordingly. I’m just worried about the infections that they may get. I also lotion him and dress him up into pyjamas. He and Nkosana head downstairs too.

I’m happy that Nkosana and Thulisa washed the baths. Now, I quickly shower then also get comfortable. I’ve literally become a mother in one day.

Ntuthuko comes into the bedroom. He’s about to get started on the cot.

“Please marry me, Tamia.” This again?!

“Ntuthuko, I’ve been saying that I’ll marry you. I want to marry you too.”

“I feel like you are not taking me seriously.”

“I am. I promise.” I say.

We kiss a bit.

“Baby…” me.

He looks at me.

“The boys are not circumcised”, I say.

He’s also caught off-guard.

“I’m just worried, you know.” I say.

“Did you ask them why it’s not done?” He asks me.

“Ha! Yoh!” Me.

He laughs.

“Chat to them. They are cool kids.” I say.

“I feel like I don’t know them.”

“They are as scared of you as you are scared of them. Just talk to them. Get to know them. I just met them today.” I say.

He nods his head.

“I’m going to sort out their linen. Come downstairs when you are done neh”. Me.

He kisses me again.

…

I’m serious about Tamia. She’s my forever. The minute I saw her with my kids, she put me at ease from my deepest fear - her not loving my children. But she loves them. And they adore her. She doesn’t relate to their struggles because she grew up ‘isi-cheese’. I mean, she got them tutors or teachers or whatever to home-school them because she said they need to catch up on the IEB curriculum before she puts them in a school this side. Lol! Isi-cheese bakithi. Her mother didn’t sound too impressed, but she helped Tamia register the kids for home-schooling and find these people that will run the program with them. We tried to put Sihle in creche for a day assessment. She screamed her lungs out the minute we tried to leave. Tamia said we will get a nanny when she goes back to work, then we will try again with the creche next year. Like I said, isi-cheese. Every time my kids talk about their experiences, Tamia looks like she wants to cry. Imagine how she will be when I start telling her about how I grew up… how my uncle and his wife abused the shit out of me. How I sometimes went a week without eating because they were punishing me for something I didn’t even know that I was doing wrong. How they ran me over with a car after beating me up because I forgot to feed the prostitutes they’d traffic? I was on my way to being taken to social services when my dad and Mam’Nosi found me. It was bad. So, my kids kind of have it better than what I did, that’s why their stories don’t give me a heart attack the way that they do to Tamia.

I know she was exhausted last week after she had to become an impromptu mother in heels and a suit, but I had to thank her in bed after putting the kids to bed. And you know what, after all of that, she still served me and I’m a happily satisfied man. Within a week, my kids are being home-schooled, and they’ve established a pattern nje of being kids, adapting to the new environment and just doing their part to make the family work. I have a real one. I really do. Tamia is truly like no other woman I’ve ever met in my life.

I had to phone my father and let him know what was going on. He arrived last night with my mom and Akwande. They are staying at Senzi’s and Wandi’s house. I understand though. I’m staying in Tamia’s house and she’s my girlfriend. Senzi and Wandi are married. It is more respectable that they stay there.

I’m on my way to their place now to meet with my dad and mah. I have to use the Porsche because Tamia needs the bigger car with the kids. Their mothers have been trying to phone me all week and all morning. I’m ignoring them. They didn’t have the decency to phone me and tell me that they are bringing the kids. Now that all my kids are with me, I have no reason to speak to them. The only reason I ever picked up their calls is because they had my kids. Now that the woman that I love is the one who has all of my children, I only pick up her calls.

I arrive at Senzi’s house. I make my way in. Wandi meets me at the door. We hug then she directs me to where everyone is sitting. MaNdlovu is here with them - not MaTango today. Wandi has a dress on and a doek. She really loves my brother. She respects my family. She introduced me to the love of my life. She’s a real one.

She serves me juice.

She tells us that she is preparing lunch. My mom comes in with biscuits for our juices. I also notice two teapots and some teacups as well as sugar. She was worth every cent that my brother paid lobola for her with.

“Ntuthuko, we are here to resolve your matters. You’ve told me what’s going on. Please bring your mother and your grandmother up to speed so that we can advise as we see fit. The idea is to make a decision here, then we can go to Tamia and have a conversation with her at her place. We would’ve asked you to come with her, but we needed to talk to you first, and we also understand that her hands are full with the kids.” My dad says.

It’s just him, my mom and my grandmother. Senzi is somewhere in the house and Wandi is in the kitchen. I don’t know why Senzi isn’t in this meeting. He’s my brother. My dad says it’s because he’s younger than me. But so what? I was part of his things when he was completing his cultural marriage to Wandi and other cultural obligations.

“Ngiyezwa, baba. Bengicela nokuthi uSenzi abekhona. I know he is my younger brother. But I trust him. And I trust him to walk this road with me as an elder and an advisor.” I say.

My dad smiles at me then nods his head.

“Love, please fetch Senzi for us”, my dad says to my mom.

She nods her head then steps out.

After a few minutes, she returns with Senzi. He briefly greets me with a handshake then sits next to MaNdlovu.

“Senzangakhona, umfowenu asked that you be part of this conversation as an elder and an adviser.” My dad.

Senzi nods his head.

“Ntuthuko will now bring uMaNdlovu nomama wenu up to speed with why this meeting is being called. I’m sure that you are already briefed.” My dad.

We hear Akwande and Wandi briefly chatting.

I begin…

“Bant’abadala, I’ve recently met umuntu engithandana naye. We haven’t been with each other for too long, kodwa I can comfortably say that I’m ready to make her my wife.”

“Hawu! When you say you haven’t been together for long, how long are we talking here?” MaNdlovu asks me.

“About three months.” I answer her.

“And you already want to marry her? Udlisiwe yini?”

I look at my dad. He shakes his head indicating that I shouldn’t respond to that question.

“Since this woman has come into my life, she has definitely encouraged me to plan towards eventually taking my children and living with them. As we all know, I have four children with four different mothers. For a long time, I’ve barely had a relationship with them and have been sending a lot of money to their mothers in the hope of them looking after the kids. When Tamia came into my life and realised the kind of relationship that I have with my children and with their mothers, she helped me to set up the foundation for getting them back eventually. That included me not directly giving these mothers money as and when they ask for it above and beyond the monthly maintenance money that I give them. For example, now I pay school fees directly to the schools. And I’ve learned that the mothers have been lying about the school fees. They’d add on their own money on top of the fees. I now pay for their transport to get to school directly. I buy them the clothes then take it to the kids instead of giving the money to the parents. And I buy lunchbox groceries for the kids.”

“Tamia told you to do that?” MaNdlovu.

“Yebo gogo.”

“Does Tamia have children?”

“Cha gogo.”

“So, someone who doesn’t have children, told you how to father your children with the mothers of those children? And in the event of a fallout should they not agree with another woman controlling the father of their children, what will happen? Is there a plan to manage this impact on the children?” MaNdlovu.

“Gogo! la bantu badla imali yami for themselves. My only responsibility is the children, not their mothers or the other children that surround them in the houses they are growing up in!” I say.

“Weh!” She yells and claps once.

“These mothers then took the kids and dumped them on Tamia at work”, I say.

“Bam’layile. Uyaphapha loTamia wakho! Who does she think she is?!” What’s wrong with this old woman?

“Who does she think she is?! She is the woman who bought clothes and essentials for my kids without me even asking her because the mothers you are siding with left their kids with a woman they don’t even know and didn’t even leave so much as a toothbrush! That woman is housing my kids, created a home for them and is being a mother to each of them without my permission. She actually cares about their well-being and she is going to be my wife.” I’m very annoyed now.

My dad and Senzi notice.

My mom clears her throat then says, “I think what Tamia has done is beautiful. So, what would you like to do moving forward?”

“Thank you, mah. I feel bad that we are all in her house. I’m also humbled by how she’s just taken the role of their mother and ran with it. It would be great if we could fast-track the urgency around paying her lobola. That way, I can buy a house, live with her then legally fight for my children to live with us.” I say.

“Legally?! Angizwa kahle.” MaNdlovu.

“Is Tamia on board with this?” Mom asks me.

“Yeah. We’ve spoken about it. She’s prepared to live with the kids and I full time. She also finds it disruptive for the kids to be moved around all the time when their mothers feel like acting up. Plus, their environments where their mothers stay are not ideal. It explains why they’ve been extorting me all this time as if I raped them.” I say.

“So, you’ve discussed this with everyone but the mothers of the kids? And I’m still waiting for you to explain what you mean by fighting them legally.” MaNdlovu.

“It means I’m going to a court of law and apply for full custody of all of my children. The law will give me full custody. Tamia and I will be their primary caregivers. Futhi Tamia is a lawyer. She will help me.” I say.

“Heh! Shaka! Are you listening to this?! Uyohlukanisa izingane nomama wazo ngenxa yentombi nje?! Ngizwa kahle?!” MaNdlovu.

“Ngicabanga ukuthi ugogo mhlambe uyithatha kabi le ndaba. UTamia is just encouraging ubhuti ukuthi angabi ubaba that throws money at children and call it being a parent. She’s encouraging him to play a critical role in their development as children and as people. Ubhuthi has rights to his kids - rights that omama bezingane zakhe have not been giving him. To them, ubhuti must just send money as and when they request it without asking any questions. Ubhuti is not compelled to looking after anyone that’s not his child and he is well within his rights to make a decision about his money without affecting his kids. Ubhuti is in a position to look after the kids better than what the mothers are doing, and he wants to do that. He won’t deny the mothers access to the kids completely, kodwa he wants stability for them. Tamia helps him provide that stability. And in as much as ubhuti has to co-parent with women he is not married to, it has to be respectful and considerate of the woman that’s currently in his life”, Senzi explains. He’s so calm and diplomatic.

“Why don’t you marry these girls, Ntuthuko? Isithembu is not a bad idea in this situation.” MaNdlovu.

“No thank you.” Me.

“Because of Tamia?” MaNdlovu.

“And what if it’s because of her, gogo? What is your problem vele when it comes to Tamia? I love her. Why is that wrong to you?” Me.

“Kokuqala, don’t talk to me like that. Ngizokusakaza ngempama uhlanye mfana. Secondly, what family is going to give you their successful daughter who has no kids, when you bring four kids and not as much success as she does to the marriage? Did you ever think about that? And thirdly, I’m thinking about the kids here. You and Tamia have no right to separate them from their mothers. Yes, their mothers have made some mistakes. Kodwa ukubathathela izingane pho? Isn’t that a bit extreme?” MaNdlovu.

“It wasn’t extreme when they were taking more money from me than what SARS was taking. It wasn’t extreme when they dumped their very children on Tamia with no phone call, no plan, nothing! What kind of mothers do that?!” Me.

“Speaking of the family issue…. Did you do some background checks on her people?” My dad.

“No. Not yet.” Me.

“Well, I did. She’s Mave’s daughter.” My dad.

“Mave?” Me.

“Mave Khumalo. He’s a business tycoon from Mpumalanga. He dabbles in helping the church out from time to time, but he holds no serious role in the business. He helps us clean the money through charity work, fundraisings and beauty pageants across townships and villages in Mpumalanga and Limpopo. Tamia is his only daughter. He won’t be kind. But we can work him”, my dad says.

I nod my head.

“Have you and Tamia decided where you’ll live? Here or the kingdom?” My mom.

“She has work this side.” I say.

“We have law firms in the kingdom too”, my dad.

“I’ll talk to her.” Me.

“What’s the plan with the kids?” MaNdlovu.

“Tamia got them tutors and registered them for home-schooling for the rest of the year. It will give us enough time to decide on schools for next year. But they are not going back to their mothers.” I say.

“Ja! Ukuhamba ukubona!” MaNdlovu.

I wonder what her issue is with Tamia. She doesn’t even know her.

We had lunch at Wandi’s and Senzi’s house. My parents and MaNdlovu are all sleeping here again today. But for now, we are headed to my baby’s place. I phoned her and told her we are on our way because my parents want to speak to her. I warned her that crazy MaNdlovu is with us and she didn’t take her meds all week. She said she’d be ready when we arrive.

We arrive at her place. We park our two cars that we came in and we head inside. My kids are still in their classes with their tutors or teachers or whatever these white people call themselves. Thulisa is learning in Tamia’s study. Nkosana is learning in the open dining area. Bonga is learning in the patio. Sihle is getting around in her baby walker.

My dad picks her up from the walker and greets her. She starts crying. She only likes Tamia this child.

“Sanibonani”, Tamia greets us. She looks… yerrr! She’s in a blue body-hugging dress. It’s a long dress - maxi dress. It has short sleeves. It’s nice. Then she has a doek on. But her weave is peaking underneath. Thank God it’s black and not blonde. I know MaNdlovu would have made her feel shitty about it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tamia.” My mom.

Wandi hugs her. My dad shakes her hand. MaNdlovu just sits down, taking her house in. Tamia’s house is very nice. Not even MaNdlovu can hate. Akwande hugs her as well.

“We would like to talk to you if you don’t mind, please.” My dad.

Tamia nods her head.

Wandi and Akwande disappear. Tamia sits next to me. MaNdlovu wants to say something, but I give her eyes. So does my dad.

“UNtuthuko tells us that things between the two of you have become serious… serious to the point where you are happy to look after our children and become his wife.” My dad.

Tamia looks at me in shock.

“You were serious about getting married now?” She whispers to me, laughing.

I can’t help but laugh too. My dad smiles at us.

“I was.” I say.

She looks at my dad and says, “Yebo baba. I love Ntuthuko and I do want to spend the rest of my life with him… him and everything that he comes with.” She says.

I just want to kiss her.

“Well, we will be ready to pay lobola next weekend. We will send our letter tomorrow.” My dad.

She smiles.

“And we just want to say thank you for looking after our children. We really appreciate you.” My dad.

Tamia nods her head.

The kids come sprinting into the TV room where we are sitting.

“Mama, it’s break time. Can we have our lunch?” Nkosana says with the other two behind him.

“Yes, you may, but first say hi to abant’ abadala.” Tamia.

“Hello”. Nkosana.

“Hello.” Thulisa.

“Hi.” Bonga.

My dad gets emotional. Eish.

“Sanibonani. Ngingumkhulu wenu.” My dad.

The kids look at Tamia for further instructions, not even me - their biological parent.

“Don’t you want to give your mkhulu and your gogo a big hug? Go say hi.” Tamia says to them.

They hesitate a bit, looking at Tamia for reassurance. Then they go. My dad hugs them very emotionally. My mom too. MaNdlovu is not happy AT ALL.

“Nibahle njani”, mom tells them.

“Thank you.” They say.

“Niziphatheni kahle. Siyanithanda.” My dad.

They nod their heads. They go back to Tamia.

“Can we…?” Thuli.

“Okay. Your lunch bags are where they stay in the kitchen, and each lunch bag has all your lunch neh.” Tamia.

“Thank you, mama.” They says. The part that gets all of us is how they kiss her when they say thank you, then they sprint off.

My mom is sold. I instantly see it.

My dad has BEEN sold!

MaNdlovu… I don’t know.

I just hold Tamia’s hand.

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kzhdesireee · 2 years

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MY ENTREP JOURNEY

Keziah Desiree L. Serrana - BSN 2A

Hello!! 😊 Here I am again, but this time I'm going to share about our entrep journey.

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I shared this with my groupmates, and we were even more determined to look into this problem. We found that the University Market was some students' main source of food, and we are aware that the distance they would have to go would impose fare amount of transportation. And even though some colleges offer canteens, people still choose to make the effort to go to the University Market to fill their tummies and spend the day powered up.

Our group members saw an opportunity to suggest a solution to the concerns of the students and faculty staff. And that is by bringing the market and food stalls to them with the help of our STAT Food Truck rather than having them spend a fair amount just for the University Market, providing them with a more convenient way to save time and effort.

Our STAT Food Truck was convenient and efficient enough that some students prefer to stay in their college and wait for our food truck to arrive at their college, reducing their efforts and saving time. We will offer them the best-seller types of viand and foods in the market, and not limited to, since we will also provide them with some survey paper so they may leave comments and suggestions they wish for us to consider.

Considering we didn't have sufficient funds of big capital by then, we decided first to avail a second-hand truck and customized it into our ideal Food Truck. For additional support, we also seek partnerships and sponsorship.

Overall, we were going to continue to observe the surroundings and the outcomes. I'll continue to be reasonably enthusiastic about the suggestion provided. Every decision we make will be carefully considered, and we'll remain open to new ideas.

Stay connected for more blogs regarding my entrepreneurial journey! I appreciate your time reading this and will connect with you soonest. 😊

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nonokoko13 · 3 years

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Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

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The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

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