#been a while since i've taken photos so have some from a few months ago i never posted

[deer-knight]

they/them

december 2022, 4 months post top surgery

[image description: a photo of op from the hips up. op is a slim 20s white person with long wavy brown hair. they wear dark colored pants and no shirt, and have top surgery scars. they hold an arming sword over their shoulder. end image description.]

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Wanna Buy You A Drink

(Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's been five months since Bob's seen his wife, and aside from Natasha he had yet to mention her to his team. He calls it privacy, she jokes it's internalised possessiveness. But tonight, with Penny's help at the Hard Deck, more than one person is in for a surprise. After all, who doesn't love a good innuendo?

A/N- Hi y'all! No TWs I think, a good few innuendos and one joke about making babies but nothing actually happens. I've been trying to finish this one for a while and am very happy with how it turned out! P.S incase y'all didn't know the Thunderbirds are the US Air Force's professional flight team that does really amazing tricks and skills and the Blue Angels are the ones for the US Navy! Both groups are so amazing to see in person and I just wanted to make a little Navy Vs. Air Force rivalry joke about them!😊 Enjoy❤️

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He didn't know you were coming.... or so soon at least.

The last time you had spoken to your husband was a few days ago while trying to find a flight to San Diego for next month. The two of you had texted of course, and you had even gotten a few awkwardly taken selfies of the man with the sunset behind him. Neither you nor your husband enjoyed having your photo taken, so seeing him take time to step out of his usual comfort zone was always touching. Besides, you would never tell him (nor would he tell you), but there was a growing album in your phone of sneakily taken photos, though blanket holes or around house walls when the other wasn't looking. These little albums you each had "hidden" helped the burden of the distance seem less harsh, especially in the times when Bob's job kept him farther way than usual.

Despite the top secret mission he had been sent on being completed, your husband was still assigned to say in the city for an undetermined amount of time. Evidently the higher ups decided they liked how well the crew had flown and wanted to keep them together. Tired of being alone and wanting to have a little fun in the Sunny City, you decided to make an early appearance. Luckily, you had already managed to find a job in the city that was just a different branch of where you worked before. They were also kind enough to give you a two weeks leave of your own to make the move and see your husband. Your husband knew you would to join at some point, only he thought you wouldn't be getting in until late next month. So he would be very surprised in a few hours when he found you at one of the navy's top aviator hangouts that night.

It was a bar called the Hard Deck. You remembered your husband mentioning it a few times through your communications, as where him and his fellow officers liked to go after a long day. A quick google search rendered a fruitful find, and ten minutes after getting your rental car, you were on your way. It barely 5:30 by the time your reached the bar, Aviators and Civilians alike had just begun to pour through the bar doors. But by 6:00 you were sure the place would be packed. So you quickly searched for a seat, always rubbing your right thumb over your left wrist to calm your nerves. 

In the centre of the building, a beautiful older beautiful woman moved around the main bar serving drinks with ease. 'Penny' you though to yourself, remembering Bob mentioning her a few times when the bar came up. Apparently in addition to running the bar she also had close connections to the the Top Gun program herself, namely with a certain Captain who helped lead the last Mission. You smiled to yourself as you saw the sign by the bar serving a warning to those who would disrespect women or the navy. Maybe this woman could help you with your fun. When it became your turn to order you smiled at Penny...

"Hi! I was actually hoping I could send a drink to someone else if that would be alright?"

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Bob was tired. There was no particular reason why he was tired today, he just was. Training had gone smoothly and Hangman hadn't been too much of an pain either. All and All, today had actually been one of the least stressful days since he first arrived nearly five months ago. But for some reason Bob just felt off today, he chalked it up to having not spoken to you in a few days. Speaking to you always made him feel better, even when it was only for a few minutes. And having not seen you in person for five months made him long for something from you even more.

But these last few days had been busy, and then earlier today he had tried calling, but it hadn't gone through. This didn't worry him too much as he knew you occasionally turned your phone off during days when you really needed to focus on work. Though it was unusual for you to be working so late, seeing as your time zone was a few hours ahead of his and he called at 4:30 his time. Since the call didn't go though he decide that the "secret" photo album he had of you would have to suffice for now. Neither of you liked having your photo taken, but quick images taken half under the counter and while one slept always made the other smile.

He had been so busy looking at photos he almost didn't notice the group's nightly arrival to the Hard Deck until Phoenix nudged him. Giving him that half secret smile showing she knew what he was looking at. While the rest of the group (and even Maverick to a degree) thought Bob was incapable of talking to a woman without stuttering, Tasha knew otherwise. Bob hadn't even tried to hide it when she had asked why he seemed so fond of rubbing his right thumb over his sleeved left wrist night the group met. She had done it in private, of course, and only wondered if it was a nervous habit of her new WSO. And it was a habit....only not Bob's.

It was something you had always done even before you got married, a comforting repetitive habit that both you and your husband shared. But it also held a deeper meaning as it held the symbol your love. 

When the two of you first decided to get married a few years ago you hadn't gotten rings, or at least ones you'd wear on a daily basis. Both your jobs often required plenty of hands on work, and you had both been worried about losing the rings during the day. So instead, a cheaper pair of matching rings was bought and a new tradition was made. Each of you carried the other's ring in your wallet. That way, even when far apart you could have a piece of the other with you. And when the two of you met up face to face again you'd once more exchange rings. 

But even that wasn't all.

 The pair of you had wanted something more so you had decided to get matching tattoos. They were small and identical and despite almost breaking Bob's hand holding it while getting yours (from fear of needles) the small design was now one of your greatest comforts. On the inside of each of y'all's left wrist were two small stick figures holding hands on a paper airplane. At first glance it may have seems silly to any stranger passing by. But to you and Bob it was everything. 

Bob had been the one to draw stick "You" and you had drawn stick "Bob" with his little glasses. You had also drawn the paper airplane as stickmen were the extent of Bob's artistic skills. Besides, the paper plane you believed would be funny at the time. A memorial of how you two had first met in high school, when your paper plane had accidentally collided with his face instead of your friend's desk during class one day. You hadn't even known he wanted to be a pilot until months later, but when you did learn he was quick to comment how one day he'd be more than happy to take you up in a plane, as long as your weren't the one flying it again (he didn't think his face could take it). Years later you still found it funny and Bob would sometimes catch you laughing to yourself tracing the black lines on his wrist while lying in bed. A moment of peace before you two would have been parted again. Bob didn't regret what he did for a job, and neither did you, but that didn't stop you two from wishing to be together more. 

Again Tasha nudged him, breaking Bob out of his reverie before the pair headed into the crowded bar. It was just after 6:15 and already packed. Bob knew he'd rather head home and try calling you again, but he had also promised Fanboy one more pool rematch, since Hangman had busted into their last one. Luckily, even though the bar itself was crowded, the pool tables were open.

A few minutes into the game, Hangman and Coyote went to order a round of drinks and came back talking. Apparently there was some "Gorgeous Doll" (Jake's words) sitting at the bar and the pair of aviators were arguing over who'd get the chance to "woo" her first. 

Bob wasn't paying too much attention to their conversation or very interested in finding out more about this mystery woman. As far was he was concerned not even Dolly Parton could top your beauty and Bob would openly admit that he'd had a minor(ish) crush on the country singer since he was a kid. It had even become a running joke between your families, the battle for Bob's heart between you and Dolly. 

When he'd gotten his wisdom teeth out at 17, his mother told him someone had come to see him. Poor Bob about cried upon realising it was you instead of Mrs. Parton, his "Angel Voiced Beloved". Oh how you wish his brother still had that video tape, but unfortunately it had "mysteriously vanished" after Bob had overheard his sisters mention trying to get it for the wedding video. But more fortunately, the drugs wore off and soo enough he'd come back to his senses, and since that one night you'd been the only one for him. And luckily for him, he'd been the only one for you. 

So even if he was slightly curious to see which of his friends would attempt their flirtations, or which ones would fail, for now he didn't put too much thought into it. The quicker he won the game the quicker he could try calling you again. 

Soon enough Hangman was called back over to the bar to retrieve the group's drinks and they once again settled in to continue the game. Bob was once again winning, and Javy sat aside beginning to wish he hadn't placed such a bet tonight while Tasha and Callie were already making plans in their heads for what to do with their prize money. The only ball Bob had left to hit was the eight ball, and thanks to a lucky slip on Fanboy's part, it was a shot as perfect as it was easy. 

Javy cursed under his breath while Tasha and Callie high-fived, and Rooster cheered raising his glass up almost dumping his drink on Jake's head. Fanboy hung his head in defeat while Bob just grinned. Bob wasn't a bragging man but he still did like to win...a lot. The Squad may have thought of Bob as the quiet and passive WSO, but they had yet to see how competitive he could be when challenged. They had seen plenty of dog fights in the sky, but nothing compared to the vicious chaos between the Floyd family when it came to the annual gingerbread house competition. Under that sweet smile and those large glasses hid an overly excited man-child basking in his victory. Ok... so maybe it had been a good idea to come tonight. Bob couldn't wait to call his wife and tell her about his achievement. After all she was the one who taught him to play.

A few minutes later the group of aviators had settled down again and a new game started. This time Rooster was up against Maverick himself, which always proved to be a good show, full of sneaky cheating and playful jibes. Bob was sitting by Callie and Tasha taking his share of the winnings. It was only 6:30 now and he knew his night owl of a wife wouldn't be asleep for a few more hours so he decided to watch a few more games between his friends before calling a cab home. 

Hangman and Coyote were still debating over whose turn it was to talk to the new woman at the bar. Evidently, they'd noticed her reoccurring glances towards the squad during the first game and were sure she was interested in one of them two. And to drive their beliefs further, the glances had been accompanied by a playful smirk "directed" to the two men who'd placed themselves behind an oblivious Bob as them game went on. 

It was a few minutes later Penny walk up to the Aviators carrying a drink in her hand and smirk on her face. 

"Someone sent over a drink for one you lot," she said, at once turning the entire groups' attention towards her. After all who didn't like a free drink? Usually the drinks in question were for sent for Tasha or Callie, the only two women in the whole squad, but occasionally one of the other aviators would be the recipient. No one would forget the time Ruben got a drink from a 60 something year old women in a sparkly dress. And it appeared this would be one of those times. 

With a smirk on her face she turned, setting the colorful drink down saying,

"Lieutenant Bob Floyd someone wants you to have sex on the beach."

Aside from quite humming of ice machine and the clatter of Maverick's pool stick it seemed as if all the sound has been sucked out of the Hard Deck. As if Penny's words has been some wicked spell freezing, all the group's inhabitants where stood still. A little ways away from the group, a woman sat with a growing grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. Just as Bob opened his mouth, his face now a red as his wife's lipstick, Penny delivered the final 'blow'. 

"It's double strong too, so I'd say someone really wants you to have it."

Bob looked like a fish. A really cute six foot tall fish with military issued glasses but still a fish. His eyes were wide and his mouth kept opening slightly before closing as if the words in his head were fully composed of silent letters. If one were to look into Bob's head and read his mind they'd be able read the flurry of responses and polite refusals streaming through his brain. It wasn't the first time he'd been sent a drink, but that never stopped him from going speechless when it happened. Now Bob was a married man. A very happily married man, but he still had an awful habit of getting flustered anytime showed interest in him. It was something that Y/N took special pleasure in, and there were times they went out with friends when she'd pretend she didn't know him just so she could relentlessly flirt and turn him red. To be fair he'd also done it to her a few times, but she had a habit of taking any flirting he did as a challenge. And then, while their friends fake gagged and smirked behind their backs, the night would be filled with flirty winks and innuendos until someone gave in and "agreed" to take the other to "their place".....wait a mi....

"I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of getting you a refreshment. Thought you might have deserved it after that wonderful win." 

Bob was grinning like an idiot before he even finished turning his head to the approaching voice. He didn't get out of his seat though as his head fell back to the ceiling with a hand over his face as the last of the embarrassment left him. Turning his head back to the women he smiled again as he began to laugh. He turned his body more towards her and noticed the dress she was wearing. Damn he loved that dress. It was the one she wore when they had gotten engaged. Looking at her lips she appeared to have the same lipstick on too.

"I hate you."

Words said without malice, quite the oppose actually, brought another laugh to Y/N's lips as after months apart she finally got to stand in-front of her husband. Eyes never leaving her husband's, she places a hand over her heart and gave a dramatic gasp.

"Well that is the most heartbreaking news I've ever heard darling. You see I was so impressed with your skills earlier, I was ALL set to propose. See I even got you a ring," and with that Y/N pulled her left hand back from her chest and revealed Bob's ring which had been sitting in her wallet for months now. Well, aside from almost every day when she'd fidget with it in her hands while on the phone with him or just because she missed him. And a little farther up from her palm was a small tattoo of two tiny stick people holding hands on a paper plane. In the back ground, Phoenix let out a small sound of joy of her own as she finally understood what was happening. Quickly she leaned over and explained to Callie, who also started to laugh. The rest of the aviators still stood in shock, not sure what was going on. They only knew that for some reason Bob "Blushes at the word boobies" Floyd was getting the attention of one very pretty women, apparently because he could play pool. 

Bob only stared at her hand for a moment longer before he finally stood from his chair and wrapped the woman in front of him in his arms. Spinning her around once before kissing her cheek he pulled back.

"Well, I guess I'll have to rethink my words then ma'am. In fact, I think I got a ring right here that may fit your style," he replied grinning as he pulled Y/N's ring out of his own pocket and wallet with a practiced ease done many times before. "You'll have to forgive me for not kneeling to do it now, I'll get my ass chewed out if I dirty this uniform," he joked looking down to the woman in his arms smiling back.

"It may not be typical or proper, but I certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to that lovely ass of yours....so I guess I'll accept," Y/N joked back, drawing out a few words for added affect, not really caring about the propriety of it just ecstatic to be with her other half again.

"PROPER?! I haven't seen you in five months and the first think you do is send someone to tell me you really want me to have sex on the beach. How's that's proper for ya! Not even a hello first," Bob laughed. As surprised as he was initially, he really did miss this little game of y'all's. It brought out a cheekier side of him his friends usually didn't see.

"Alrighty then," stepping back and picking up the drink in question with a smirk, Y/N raised it to her husband's eyesight, "Hello, Lieutenant Bob Floyd would you like to have sex on the beach?"

"Well I just don't know if that's something I can answer in public Mrs Floyd," he replied cheekily, still starting at his wife.

"MRS.FLOYD"

That was the collective statement from the remaining aviators as the couple was finally brought out of their own little world. Turing to face the company Bob stood with his arm around Y/N's waist proudly like a child at Christmas.

"Yeah, Mrs. Floyd. Been that way since I became the luckiest man on earth."

"And since I became the luckiest women. But all ah y'all are welcome to call me Y/N. Or you know... Mrs. Baby on Board. Though I guess we haven't gotten to that part yet, but, it has been five months after all."

Tasha followed, closely by Callie, was the first to approach as Rooster's pool stick fell to the table and Maverick started wacking a sputtering Jake on the back, after the latter choked on his drink with the final sentence. 

"Hi, I'm Natasha and this is Callie, callsigns Phoenix and Halo. I'm your husband's ..."

Before Natasha could even finish she was wrapped in a hug by Y/N.

"Ohh I know you!! Bobbie talks about you all the time! You're Black Widow! It's so nice to meet you!!"

"Black Widow," someone asked from the side, while Bob began to chuckle under his breath.

"Ohh right, sorry. I have a hard time with remembering names, so I like to make up helpful nicknames with Bob to remind me of who is who. Like Natasha is Black Widow because of Natasha Romanoff; and Callie is Catwoman because of Callico Cats; and there's also a Rocket Raccoon for whoever's Bradley; and I have a Peter Pan beca...."

"Yep I think they get it darling. No need to divulge all our secrets." Bob interrupted nervously, not quite wanting his team to know all his secrets yet. He'd also NEVER tell them that when you first learned about his job you'd compared him to the Thunderbirds. I mean the audacity of it all! Everyone knew the Blue Angles were superior! Those were some fighting words Bob assured you at the time. Callie and Tasha burst into grins, liking this more and more, while Y/N looked back a her husband with a fake look of innocence in her eyes. Meanwhile Penny, still with the group, wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes as Maverick gaped and Rooster got into a debate with Mickey if he was hotter than Bradley Cooper. Soon the laughter died down and Maverick stepped forward sticking out his hand.

"Well it sounds like you seem very good at giving callsigns of your own. Maybe we'll have to put you in charge of naming the new recruits Y/N. My callsign's Maverick but I'm guessing you know me as Peter Pan."

"Pleasure to meet you Maverick. I might just have to take you up in that offer. Heard a lot about you too. All of you in fact. I'm sorry for interrupting your game earlier, I've been waiting to do that for a long time. Your friend Penny was a brilliant help too." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. He had a welcoming smile that reminded her of her own father. She also sent a smile towards Penny who returned it with her own and took a step closer to Maverick. 

"No problem at all, it always nice to see couple's meeting again. I must admit the drink was a nice touch. Never seen an idea that creative yet." 

Stepping back towards her husband who put his waist around her once again, "Why thank you captain, I do suppose it's nice someone appreciates a good innuendo." Bob gave a small groan, but smiled as he buried his head into his wife's shoulder whispering how he did appreciate it and would show her how much later. Out of the corner of her eye Y/N caught a few more aviators still staring, though they seemed much less confused, now slowly settling in to of their quiet friend being married. "Though I believe there's a few more introduction left as well," She mentioned as she stepped towards the remaining group and shot a mischievous grin towards her husband, asking him a question without words.

"Oh just do it, they're gonna know eventually I guess," Bob laughed and looked at his wife with an equally mischievous look, finally taking a sip of his drink. After all, she'd probably let the names slip one day. This was going to be great. Hearing her next words, Jake choked on his drink again.

"Alrighty then. Which one of y'all boys is Statefarm?"

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i miss you, i'm sorry (jude bellingham)

In which it's been eight months since you said your goodbyes, but neither of you has moved on.

"I, uh, I found your plushie."

Truth is, it's been right beside him for the last few months, clutched against his chest every night in an attempt to find a bit of the comfort you took with you when you left. But day by day, the remnants of your perfume, the soft smell that always lulled him to sleep right away, disappeared — washed away by his tears — until all that was left were two marble eyes staring up at him, lacking the warmth of yours whenever he'd wake up and catch you memorizing every spot and freckle on his face.

So now Jude's here, standing on your doorstep and convincing himself that giving back this stupid little bear will allow him to finally move on, but deep down he knows this is just another silly excuse to see you again.

A quiet, confused "oh" is all you have to say when you open your front door to the sight of him, his hair still damp from the shower he'd taken after training, one hand in the pocket of his hoodie while the other holds out a little bear to you, the one he'd won for you at the arcade over a year ago, after a dozen of dates there filled with breath-taking laughter and strawberry milkshakes. You'd forgotten about the plushie, to be honest, only ever thinking about him.

"You wanna come inside for a bit?" you ask him eventually, your gaze shifting from Jude to the elder lady down the hall who's taking a ridiculously long time to find her keys in her purse, eyes glued on the pair of you in the least subtle way you've ever witnessed. You step aside when he nods, arms touching for a split second as you close the door behind him. Silence takes over once again while Jude takes off his shoes, all the times you've scolded him for getting your floor all dirty with his muddy trainers still fresh on his mind, missing the smile that'd creep onto your face when he'd give you a bunch of hugs and kisses to apologize, unable to stay mad at him for long.

"You got a new carpet," he notes, looking at everything but you. It's pink and fluffy, and he wishes he could disappear in it.

You hum softly, not really having a lot to say about the carpet - and too scared to say what's on your mind. Jude seems to be in the same boat, eyes darting around your apartment as he takes in all the little changes you've made, but the only thing he really notices is the lack of photos of the two of you. It's been eight months, of course you've moved on, but the thought of you taking down all those pictures on a random day and starting your life without him still hurts like hell.

"I've got some of your things in a box somewhere, you know, clothes and stuff," you say, tugging at the hem of your sweater as you speak. It's a new one that fits you like a glove, completely different to the hoodies you used to steal from Jude's closet, the sleeves always covering your hands whenever you'd cup his cheeks to kiss him. It looks good on you, but not right.

You make a gesture towards the couch, telling him to sit down while you go get his things before you disappear into your bedroom, eager to escape the sight of him for a little while.

It's not the sight of him that bothers you, though. You've seen his face enough these past few months, popping up on your for you page, plastered on a billboard in the mall or appearing on the tv screen in the corner of a pub. It's the reminder that he's real that punches you in the stomach. That he's a real person who you used to hug and kiss and hold hands with, who had you laughing and unclenching your jaw with ease after a tiring day, who you used to love to the moon and back.

Who you still love so fucking much that it physically hurts you at times.

It takes a while for you to find the box with Jude's stuff, stashed away in a dusty corner that you never pay any mind to, and you try to use these minutes to gather your thoughts, to remind yourself why you broke up in the first place, but all those reasons seem silly now that you've seen him again.

When you walk through the door, you wish it would act as some sort of time portal and wipe out the past eight months, bringing you right back to those golden, love-filled days.

"There you go," you breathe out, dropping the box on your coffee table before falling into the empty spot on your sofa. Jude hums softly, too focused on your elbows touching to mutter out a thank you, and it stays quiet for a couple more seconds until your eyes finally meet again.

Your 'did you eat?' gets lost in a soft 'I missed you' from Jude, both sentences your own version of those three words. It brings a smile to both your faces, those silly words reigniting a hope in you that you'd pushed away a long time ago, making you feel like everything'll be alright someday.

And when you tell him you missed him too and remind him of pizza friday — not that he'd ever forgotten any of your traditions —someday suddenly doesn't seem so far away, the cardboard box already pushed aside to make place for your dinner and plushie long forgotten, no longer necessary now that he's got you in his arms again.

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word count: 1.9k

(description in small font for formatting and convenience, actual story is in regular)

warnings: mostly fluff, some angst, mentions of upcoming death of dog, dog in palative care, not fully proof read but i tried to keep both dog and reader as gender neutral, and without descriptions, i am basing a this in real life so it might have slipped.

summary: After receiving bad news about your dog, you and Eddie decide to take them to their favourite movie at the drive ins.

authors note: Hi. It’s been a little while. This is based on something i did with my dog a few weeks ago, we took her to the eras tour movie and it’s one of the best nights i’ve had with her. i’ve i wanted to get it out within the week of that but then life happened, i had to take care of her a bit more and we sadly had to put her down the sunday before last. we’re receiving her ashes soon and i got a plush that looks like her so i felt inspired to write this again as a way to deal with my grief. i have included a lot of anecdotes about her in this, so im sorry if you’re trying to picture your dog or a past one and some events done line up. i tried my best to keep the descriptions of the dog pretty general, the only big thing i think is that they would have a tail. anyway it’s 4am and i’m crying now so i’m gonna be on my way. i hope you enjoy <3

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"They're not gonna let us in."

"Will you sto- they're gonna let us in." He chuckled, glancing at you quickly with a smile."Stop worrying. Remember what I told you? Your only job this week is relaxation and snuggles."

You sigh, opting to look out of the window instead of responding.

Eddie notices, but he also knows you're still listening. "Which conveniently go hand in hand don't they sweetheart." He says, upping the baby talk as he stretches his arm behind the drivers seat to scratch your dogs chin, marvelling at how quickly they leaned into his touch, groaning in joy.

"See!" He said, laughing. "I'm their favorite."

It's the same thing he said when he installed the makeshift doggy car-seat Wayne had made you months ago. When Eddie first suggested taking your dog with the two of you on drives, he started drawing up the plans immediately.

"That dog is the darn cutest thing I've seen since you were in diapers." Wayne said, pointing to his nephew. "And I don't trust your cowboy driving."

Two weeks later when he picked you and your dog up for your first big drive, you were immediately taken by surprise that he put the seat on his side.

"You traitor!" You said, pointing towards the seat Eddie was now fastening your beloved dog to, away from you.

Eddie gasped in faux shock, looking at your dog with wide eyes. "Can you believe they called me that?" He said to your dog, who responded to him only with a wagging tail and a lick on the chin.

"See!" He said, clapping his hands once your dog was settled in. "I'm their favorite. So I get to be closer to them. You get a nice view, so don't complain." He said, winking at you as he swung into the drivers seat.

You had done a lot of trips since then, but this was the first one later at night. It wasn't too bad, springtime means the sun is slowly setting a bit later. You can't help but be enamoured when you turn to look at your dog, the way the sunset sits behind them makes look like a painting.

Eddie seems to have noticed, because he's reaching on the dashboard and passing you his prized film camera. "If you don't get a photo of them right now I'm never talking to you again."

You laugh, snapping a photo that you would later discover is your favorite one you've ever taken of your dog... and a few more for good measure.

"We're here!" Eddie says,  pulling into the Hawkins Drive In. He parks just outside of the concession stand. "Do you want anything."

"Popcorn and a coke please." You say, pulling out your wallet to give him money, but you know it's no use when swats it out of your hand.

Instead of mentioning it though, he turns around to the back of the seat to face your dog. "And some nuggets for you bud?"

As if they can somehow hear him, your dog yaps in response. Eddie nods, "Thought so."

"Eddie..." You start, nuggets were salty and salt is not good for your dog.

Eddie cuts you off though, "I'll ask for no salt, they'll probably like it better that way anyway. And hey, you said it didn't matter what they ate anymore."

It's not Eddie's fault, but you feel as though you've been struck. He was right, that was what you had said, but for a shining moment, you had forgotten the constant countdown ticking over your dogs head. Displaying a number you had no way of reading exactly what it said.

It doesn't take more than a second for eddie to realise what he's said. "Hey- no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring that up. Here, let's take them in and they can pick out something." He said, running around to your side of the door and opening it for you- ever the gentleman.

He helps you out of the car and the two of you take your dog out of the back of the van, heading into the concession bay.

Immediately you- or your dog- is greeted by a young girl running up to pay them. Her mother quickly scolding her for going up to a strangers dog. Less than a minute later, the girl carefully walks up to you, almost stubbornly.

"Can I pet your doggy?" She asks, her hand twitching as she clearly fights the urge to give your dog a big hug.

You nod your head, "You definitely can, thank you for asking." You say, looking up to the girls mother and winking at her, getting a mouthed 'thank you' in response.

And you have to say, if there is a heaven, it's going to have a tough time beating the joy your dog gets when a new person gives them cuddles. You and Eddie both swear that your dog is convinced that everywhere you go, everyone is there to see your dog specifically.

"It's the pet tax." Eddie said a few months ago when your dog barked out your front window at unsuspecting people walking by for the third time that afternoon. "The people walking past have to pay a pet tax to the top dog."

You both agree that it's better for it not to be an official tax, as your dog would not appreciate having to stop at every house with a dog so that you could pet a random dog. Absolutely not.

Eventually, the little girl's mother got her food, and told her they had to go. The girl frowned, but said bye to your dog, whispering a 'i'll save some popcorn for you.' before running off to join her mother.

In the meantime, Eddie had ordered your food, two large popcorns- of course, a coke and a pepsi- something the two of you could never agree on, and two servings of nuggets, no salt.

"You're funny." You say, opening the door for him as he tries to balance the abundance of food and drinks.

"I am- hey could you-?" He started, but you've already grabbed your drink, noticing it just about to slip from his grip and onto the dirty cement. "Yeah, thanks."

You smile at him. "We're a well oiled machine you and me." He nods in agreement, muttering something about 'you and i' incorrectly when you get back to the van. It’s hard not to chuckle.

It's barely a thirty second drive to the parking spaces for the movie, but both you and Eddie insist on strapping your dog in their seat while you park.

Unfortunately, you have to do it while your dog is giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. They don't want to be in the doggy-seat, they want to be in the front with you... and the food.

The order of those aren't important.

"I know hun, but it'll just be a minute and then we'll get to cuddle okay?" You say, doing absolutely nothing to stop your dog viewing the car seat they're now in as an obstacle from the food they want.

Eddie parks the van with the back facing the screen, jumping out of the car before pulling the back doors open. You giggle when he shouts at you to wait so that he can once again open your door for you.

"Here you go m'lady!" He says in a bad british accent, pairing it with a theatrical bow.

You take his hand like how you've seen rich people do it in movies. "Why thank you sir!" You gasp, matching his dramatics instantly.

Before you can get too lost in the bit, your dog barks, reminding you that the more you chat, the longer they have to wait for food- cuddles. Cuddles, not food. Not food at all.

You climb into the back of the van, Eddie following close behind you, food in tow. "Here you go buddy, I've got the goods."

"Don't say it like that! You sound like you're giving them weed." You giggle, unclasping the safety belts from around your dog.

Eddie furrows his brows, clearly still appealing to his inner theatre kid with faux confusion, "Wait..." He says, before dramatically laying out the first blanket. "Was I not supposed to?"

You both giggle as you set up the blankets and pillows, and if you hadn't been keeping such a close eye on your dog, you might not have noticed them slowly sneaking towards where the food sits.

"Hey!" Eddie laughs, grabbing the food and moving it to where you're all going to sit among the blankets and pillows.

Once again, your dog gives an oscar winning performance, giving Eddie a look at only a starving puppy could have.

Eddie, ever the softie, gives in.

"Oh alright." He says pulling out a nugget from the box and ripping a chunk from it. "Okay, now sit." Your dog follows, tail wagging so hard it's making a clanging noise against the metal floor.

"Good, now high five." Eddie says, lifting up his right hand, your dog deciding not to leave him hanging by smacking his hand with his paw. "Good job buddy." He says, "Now other paw, can you do other paw?"

Other paw was one of the newer stills your dog learned. To be entirely honest, you have no idea how they learned it. You were just asking for high fives one day, said other paw and it worked. You gave them praise and then the next time they did it again, and then again.

You're half convinced your dog taught you other paw, not the other way around.

It's still about 50/50, if your dog thinks they've done enough, they won't respond to other paw the same they would with other commands. You guess that comes with the whole 'they trained you' theory you had.

That odd also jumps wayy down whenever you try to show off  'other paw' to someone who hasn't seen it before. Your dog loves you and enjoys your games, but they're also a pet and they love embarrassing you and proving you wrong.

Today, the odds were on your side, with your dog doing a perfect example of the 'other paw' to Eddie, who for weeks of failed attempts of showing him, thought you were lying about.

"See! I told you!" You cheered, grabbing a bigger chunk off of the nugget in Eddie's hand and giving it to your dog. "Good doggy! What a good doggy!"

Eddie laughs, "I'll be damned." He says, throwing his piece of the nugget into the air for your dog to catch, they do so, ready for more.

You both give them the rest of the nugget before settling in for the movie, you figured you'd try to spread the nuggets out, so your dog could enjoy them the whole time.

Your dog seemed to get the message, crawling inbetween you and Eddie. Or- actually, pushing the two of you apart so they could be sandwiched in the middle. Their favorite spot.

As the previews come to an end, you turn to Eddie "Thank you for doing this with me." You say, scratching your dog behind their ear.

"No thank yous necessary sweetheart, I'm glad you're both having a good time." He replies, a soft smile adorning his face.

You all relax into each other just as the beginning of your dogs favorite film; 101 Dalmatians, starts to play on the big screen.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #hurt/comfort #tw death

[rreskk]

Heyyy! Do you know that fanfic you made, the voicemail one? Could you possibly do something similar... Could you make a trevor x reader fanfic where they are sexting, but Trevor is wearing a leather jacket (leather kink...???) and they send pictures which escalates to calling and masturbating together? IK IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE DO THIS WITH TREVOR AND I'M DYING COS OF ITTTT

---A/N: omg this is such a hot idea im crying

Summary: You haven't heard from him in weeks until he returns to you... With some unfinished pictures.

TW: Sexting, smut.

Your phone buzzed from the pillow beside you. An attachment link from Trevor, one of your contacts. Knowing him for a couple of months through mutual friends, you’d experience a few flirty exchanges; nothing serious, so you’d expect a picture of a dead animal or other gruesome findings. When your thumb pressed open, your brain was fogged out and your mouth dropped open.

He sent a picture of his crotch area. Underwear exposed and the bulging boner he was having from under it. His jeans were loose and wrapped around his thigh. There was no caption, just this photo.

‘I think you sent this to the wrong person’ You quickly typed.

The status turned from ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ within a second. You grew anxious.

‘?? I have? No I dont think so ;)’ Trevor responded.

You felt a lump in your throat. Maybe you’ve been risky before and invited him over for one night, but that was weeks ago. You automatically thought he was a one time server.

‘Want more?’ He soon typed after you failed to reply.

You didn’t even have to answer as the next attachment photo was a mirror shot. Trevor stood there, hand holding his large boner, jeans gone and shirt nowhere to be found… Instead, he wore a black leather jacket that sat around his exposed chest so attractively. He was smirking widely in this photo, staring at his phone while the shot was being taken. The feelings you were developing as you deep dived into this fantasy… Your lower stomach tingled and grew oddly warm.

‘I wanna see you now’ Another message came through.

Obeying his wish, you went shirtless and lied down on the bed, taking a picture of your breasts (knowing how feral he’d get when seeing them). Your finger pressed ‘send’ and, as expected, it was viewed right away. Biting your lip, he began typing back again.

‘Fck, so sexy. I’m so horny for u rn’ Trevor answered.

Your cheeks grew red and your surroundings began blurring. You had gotten so needy and aroused after his mirror shot. Your fingers weakly tapped the bright phone screen.

‘More mirror pics’ You begged. Your tone was obvious, even through texting.

‘u want more, sugar? Hmmmmmm, now ur talking’

Trevor took no less than a minute. Another picture came through. A picture that entrapped you in a world of lust and wetness.

Trevor’s angle had completely changed since the mirror. He was stood in his room, phone directing at his penis from his head height. The Birdseye view of his toned muscle lines and abs that peeked through the opened leather jacket, the lining ending with his throbbing cock that was erected. His veiny and red hands was groping the erection, pre-cum already exposing from the tip.

You stared at his nudes, one of your hands trailing from your breasts to underneath your panties. You observed his picture while imagining ungodly things. You dreamed of being fucked by Trevor, wearing nothing but the leather jacket. You wanted his masculine and dirty hands to suffocate your airway while he destroys your insides. You needed to feel the friction of his leather jacket against your sensitive skin. Unknowingly, you began circulating a finger across your pussy, gasping for air at the thought of your fantasy. Then Trevor’s notification interrupted your mindless wonders.

‘u better not be touching urself. Not until I tell u to, sugar’

You were desperate for him. His demanding orders. You could almost hear him.

‘Send a body shot. I need to see more of u’ He typed again.

With the opportunity of taking pictures of you masturbating, you sent him 2. One of your finger and pussy, another of your breasts and chest. Your stomach ached for him. Growing excited and dangerous, you were desperate to see his reaction of you touching yourself, especially when he ordered you not to.

Trevor viewed both and spent several seconds absent from the chat. You whimpered. A few moments later, his contact picture showed up. It was a phone call. Your heartbeat increased 10x faster.

You pressed ‘accept’.

“You have NO idea what you just did to me.” Trevor heavily breathed, “If you are going to fuck yourself, baby, I need to hear. Don’t fuck around with me like that.”

You whined loudly and he laughed.

“So needy for my cock, aren’t you?” He teased.

“Fuck, Trevor… Please.”

“Please what, sugar?”

“I wanna hear you too.” You whispered lowly.

The line muffled as Trevor could be heard moving around, thumping from one sound to another. You took this time to carry on rubbing your pounding sex.

“You wanna hear me, huh, baby?” He soon whispered, “You wanna hear how horny I am for you?”

“Yes.” You begged.

“Louder.”

“Fuck- PLEASE!” Pleading and moaning throughout the thrush of heat and sweat.

Trevor groaned at your whines, “So good, baby…”

You could hear his hand clamp tightly around his cock, shifting up and down, the skin slapping together. His breathing was erratic and hyper.

“Fuck, baby.”

You pathetically pictured Trevor’s fingers exploiting your clit, rubbing and burning the desperation. You forced two of your fingers in and moaned, unable to think clearly due to your corrupted headspace.

“Trevor,” You panted.

He increased his speed. His phone was struggling to pick up every sound as he was rapid. Yet, it picked out one sound that destroyed you. As Trevor would whimper then and there, the background noise of his leather jacket rustling and rubbing together, the silver chained zips hitting a hard surface as he masturbates. You exploded with horrendous horniness.

“FUCK, TREVOR-“

Your climax evolved the second you heard the sound of his whines and his leather clothing. The awakening of your momentary arousal died down, breathing for air like you were drowning in the ocean.

“Shit, fuck! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Trevor wailed.

His animistic growls was interrupted when the line grew quiet and calm. He returned to the phone, gulping at the speciality of his orgasm.

“Can I come over?” He simply asked, out of breathe.

You smiled willingly.

“Please do.”

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips #gta 5 #gta v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips fanfiction

[theageofsims]

So... it's been a long while since I've worked on a Sim in more than one sitting, but it had to happen. It actually happened back in early October, but I wanted to work on him a little bit more and I most likely will continue to (as much as I can, at least).

I don't know what kind of gameplay my man Everett is going to have, but he most likely will end up in my The Age of Sim save just so I can keep an eye on him, but also because I may have a storyline for him. I knew I always wanted a scientist (got one!), a doctor (got one!) and a detective (got one!) in my story all these years... but now I may want an (secret) Agent in there (though I'm not sure as any story has to connect, in a way, with William in The Age of Sim).

For those that don't know, I've gone completely Black Panther crazy since October and I officially declared this dude my most favorite movie character second to Indiana Jones, overall and as far as dudes go.

So -- officially meet Agent Everett Kenneth Ross from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I posted him a couple of times over the past few months, but nothing reoccuring.

I like to document my progress when I'm making Sims based off of characters, so I put images side to side. Let's see how I'm doing so far...

Version 1

His hair isn't exactly what it could be, but I kind of like it anyway -- though another character in my story already has this hair cut except it's in blonde (but his name is Kenneth and he's a detective...)

Anyway, it's never just about the hair...

Tonight I found time to work on his eyebrows a bit and his chin (because how did I not notice the dimple in his chin from months and months ago? It's a learning curve thank you @fuzzysebastianstan for assisting me on Martin Freeman's face -- I have said it 10 times already, but you are seriously doing the lord's work)... and I adjusted his profile a bit.

I almost feel like there's an ear tilt slider somewhere out there in Sims land that I never knew I needed... until now. His ears have a personality of their own -- but more on that later.

His nose needs some work, but I'm afraid to change it at the moment because I fear it'll take away stuff I don't want taken away... but there'll come a time where I'll just take the plunge (especially if I'm progressing in my storytelling and I need him to jump in!)

I'm also not sure about the hair... seems more like his speed, but... I don't know. I may actually bring the texture into photoshop and do with his hair what I did to William's goatee and beard (which was literally take the colors right out of Harrison Ford's beard/goatee since William is based off of a HF character) -- but... do I really want to do that again? Right now I don't, but the next time I'm in the mood to work on Everett? It just may come down to that -- but I may just leave it as is...

After doing all that I just said I brought him into my little photo studio and rotated the camera until I felt tipsy -- his second photoshoot.

Version 2

First of all -- never had a Sim feel so excited to be inside a room with white walls and cement flooring, with glaring and blasting white lights all around it... until Everett Ross. Bless his whole heart!

The hilarious bit is I didn't even use a pose on him for him to smile like that... he just did it all by himself because he's out there trying to get into true pixel-dude form -- once again, bless his whole heart.

So yeah -- I guess for those who have been rocking with me on my simblr since 2017... you know how I am... you know how I get... you know this is what I do from time to time.

#blurb

[pipermca]

Writing Update - November 2022

It's a good thing I didn't plan on doing Nanowrimo because I absolutely did NOT have spoons for writing. I think my SAD is starting to settle in, and combined with some of the stresses I've got going on in my life right now, there's no way I could have done Nano.

Also, as I said before, the Dragonflight expansion for WoW dropped a few days ago. I foresee that eating into my "creative output" time for the next while. :3

I thought a lot about writing, but actually doing it? Not so much. However, I have figured out the voice recorder app on my new phone, so I've been making much more "in the moment" notes on stories when I go for walks. Hopefully when my writing mojo comes back, that will translate into getting more writing done and faster.

In November I only wrote 4,214 words, split between three stories. I did a bit more "creative" work though - see below!

Posted

VIP. 8750 words. It's been a while since I cranked out some unadulterated smut, so this was fun to accomplish. I wrote most of it this month, so this story accounts for most of my output.

WIPs

I am only including things I worked on this month.

Mission Creep. 245 words. This is a complete comic script at this point, but I am working on it to become my holiday story! I've taken the photos, did (most) of the panel layout work, and just need to add the word bubbles. This took away from some of my writing time, but I can't quantify the art/photos in the same way I can with wordcounts. (Unless you count an image as a thousand words, in which case I cranked out over 6000 words here. 😄)

Sun and Moon (working title). 41,500 words. I believe the actual title is going to be The Prime and His Protector. I really only fiddled with this story this past month, but it was fixing some logical errors and character motivations. I'm still not 100% happy with it, but I'm hoping a "from scratch" readthrough will put those worries to rest.

#progress report #am writing #fan fiction

[shutupbrain]

sus, last 6-12 months

Suddenly opened a new, separate individual bank account which he said he made to better track his finances. All his commission checks go in there. I was very caught off guard only because we've had joint finances for over 9 years and have made all our major financial decisions together. He says he got it to better track his finances.

Makes "he" not "we" statements more often now I think about it.

He goes from buying himself a bunch of new gym equipment for our garage (which he used daily for some time) to saying he needs to workout at a gym every single workday instead. His reason being that he doesn't have what he needs at his home gym.

Bought and began wearing name brand cologne (has never worn cologne in our 11 years prior), new watch, investing much more effort into appearance. Explanation could be that he is just trying to have better self esteem after struggles with that in the past, feeling more confident from working out.

Stopped using the sharing feature we set up in Google photos with me.

After guilt tripping me for so long because I got to WFH, his job gave him a nice raise and told him he could now WFH because they want to do whatever they need to keep him. That was about 2 months ago and he's worked at home twice.

1 day he wouldn't give me the pin to log into his phone when I just wanted to Google something since I didn't have mine. He was cooking and said that he "doesn't remember it" and "only uses face ID." I thought that was bullshit and gave him side eye but brushed it off. I then realized after cooking that he came and swiped the phone up off the table and disappeared upstairs to "poop." Convenient..

Both of his phones are on total lockdown, I have no way to access them. He says it's because of how I've reacted to porn and porn subscription services he'd paid for in the past that I found. His computer is on lockdown too and he keeps a guest account for me to use if I need to on the rare occasion. He uses the same excuse he has for the phones for his PC. So he's hiding something on all devices without a doubt, but what exactly and the seriousness of it is anyone's guess.

He has suddenly expressed interest in getting a full sleeve tattoo, to cover his hand as well, which he was not very into when we discussed getting tattoos in the past. He also used to say he hated acrylic nails and when I got my hair done but now he's all for it. Suggested we take couples dance lessons which shook me but I thought was a really great attempt to reconnect. With all these other coincidences now though, I don't know. Personal growth or something else?

He has a girl he works with that he talks about on a daily basis. He's always told me about the office drama and coworkers which I like to hear about! But in the last few months he has said her name in conversation almost daily and together they talk about me and her fiance based on stories he's told me. He recently, unprompted mind you, told me they're like "brother and sister." He said he tells me all this to be more open so I don't worry or feel unfortunately. See my other post about how she's a total dime which he never mentioned.

He has been calling me a bitch frequently which is not a normal thing for us. When we were drunk the other night and having fun, we lost the keys and got into an argument. He looked me dead in the face and yelled that "you ain't shit! We all know who is paying for the locksmith and new keys, that's right, it's me!!"

I laid it all out for him tonight about how I'm feeling, that I may very well be crazy in this but I need to know if anything is going on. If there's nothing to hide, please just let me see your phones to ease my mind. He is taken aback and reluctant, it's obvious. But he gives me the personal one and logs me in while I follow him up the stairs to get the work one.

He tries to stall but I'm right up on him because I won't be able to feel at ease unless I can look at his phones without him having time to go thru and hide or delete anything first. He won't let me have both at once and trades me for the work one which I'm most curious for because of the situation. I see there's no texts with her, he's deleted them because I know they've definitely texted because he told me they do. There were many other conversations (mine included) so I know he's specifically deleting his conversations with HER! My heart drops to my stomach. This lack of text trail says so much. I go to the call logs and see some short calls with her too but those can be explained as work related. When confronted about the deleted texts, he says he always deletes the group texts with them it's never just with her. There were several other group chat message trails clearly there though and not deleted sooo.

When you've been in a romantic relationship as long as ours, spouses share everything with each other and want to because of their bond and friendship and closeness! Privacy in this stage is for things like planning surprises, time alone for whatever "you time" that's needed (showering, hobbies, not wanting to have an important work interview listened in on, etc.) Deleting messages isn't privacy, it's SECRECY. You are hiding something!

[thatonedovahkiin]

Oh boy long rant ahead

TW for mention of animal death & grieving initially. Nothing gruesome or super detailed, just a mention.

So, a couple of months ago, my sweet boy Tramp passed away.

If you've followed me since like at least 2013, you've definitely seen me post photos of my sweet wrinkly boy.

The grieving process has been very difficult, but I'm finally at the point where I'm okay enough to continue and I've even started therapy (which was a HUGE step for me). Now I feel like I'm ready to adopt a puppy and start anew.

The way I see it is that Tramp will send us a puppy when he feels like we're ready. I've been scrolling through animal rescues and local shelters to just..get a feel for what I can expect to see, and to really confirm with myself that I'm ready to see a new little face every day now.

I saw one puppy and I got really emotional the moment I saw him. He looked exactly like Tramp when he was a puppy and I just..lost it. He was born the day before my bubby passed, and was taken into the animal rescue the day that he passed. That date is already really hard, and I initially thought that his puppy was his way of being reincarnated essentially. Because he was literally born the day before Tramp crossed the rainbow bridge.

I admittedly got ahead of myself and immediately submitted an inquiry for the puppy after talking to Branden about it and he gave the green-light. A few days pass after I submit the inquiry and I get a call from the rescue, and they ask me some stuff about my application and about Tramp. They explained to me their adoption process and it's...pretty complicated and lengthy. First they have a foster-to-adopt process, meaning we keep the puppy for a week to see if they're a right fit, and if they are then we submit payment and confirm appointments (some have a HARD date that cannot be changed) and if we don't meet certain appointments or requirements, they can take the puppy back. And they kept asking about one treatment that I never gave to Tramp.

Growing up, Tramp had a really extensive medical history. I found out that he survived distemper/parvo when he was really young and is part of why his immune system was so delicate throughout his life. There were certain medications and treatments I skipped, but that was bc we couldn't afford everything and it would genuinely slip our minds. But I feel like the rescue wasn't too happy with my answers, and it's been about a week since the last call.

So since it's been a while, I also wanted to reevaluate my decision and look again. The day after I submitted that initial inquiry, one of my friends sent me a puppy that's available for adoption that's closer to me. She said that the puppy reminded her of Tramp. Which, appearance wise, I didn't really see. But looking at him again, I understood what she meant.

Recently I've gotten into witchcraft and have been doing it on and off since 2020, and it's really helped me out with a lot. I seriously picked it back up after the boy passed, and to help me cope and be at peace with the decisions we had to make for him, I turned to witchcraft and basically spirituality. One sign that pets send when they've crossed the bridge is that they can send fellow pets/animals our way to help us be happy. Another is if you're considering on adopting or even are just looking, if a friend/family member sends you an animal that reminds them of the pet that has passed, that's a sign from the spirit.

That being said, I looked at that puppy again that my friend sent and essentially got some confirmation about him, and we're going to go see him today. I'm excited and nervous!! But, if he's the one, then I'll know. If he's not, then it's okay and I will see it as a learning opportunity. Tramp knows when the time is right and who will be the right one.

BUT! This morning I got an email from the first rescue saying that they'll call me later tonight to continue with my application process. I'm going to see the other puppy today and we're not sure if we're going to adopt him. If we do, what do I tell the other shelter? And even if we don't, I'm not sure if I'd like to work with a shelter with such strict requirements. Don't get me wrong, I ABSOLUTELY understand why they have these requirements, and I don't disagree with them in any way. However, personally, I'm forgetful, clumsy, and sometimes we get in some financial binds that will cause me to skip some medicines or treatments. If I have people helicoptering over me about a puppy, that..doesn't make me feel safe or worthy of the pup. Again, I get it. But I myself can't handle it. And I'm not sure what to tell the shelter.

TL;DR: I'm at a point in my grieving process where I'm ready to adopt a new family member in my life. I saw one initially and jumped the gun, but stepped back and realized it may not be right. A friend sent me another pup that reminded her of my dog that recently passed, with the tools of witchcraft I basically learned and confirmed that this pup may be the one since it's a sign. I'm meeting that pup today, and the 1st rescue I talked to about the 1st pup JUST emailed me back and will finish my application w/ an interview, but I don't know if I even want to bc they seem very strict (understandably so).

OH BOY YEAH SO THAT'S ONE THING THAT'S BEEN GOING ON IN MY LIFE THESE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS

AND HOOOOO BOY DO I HAVE SO MUCH MORE

#shut up nahomy #rant #ramble #vent

[woobly]

CAUGHT IN HIS TRAP, AGAIN . . . 정윤호 !

PAIRING. ex-husband! yunho x wedding fashion designer! fem! reader GENRE. exes to lovers, parent au, designer au, fluff WARNINGS. quick mention of unplanned pregnancy, slightly aged-up! ateez, some dialogue taken from the movie this is inspired from, not edited ☠️, i'm not too familiar w the exes getting back tgt thing so this might be unrealistic idk, lmk if i missed anything ! WORD COUNT. 3.3k

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. your daughter had just returned from summer camp, and surprises were suddenly popping up left and right. the last thing you expected was seeing your ex-husband enter your own studio with another woman.

𓂋˚˖ A/N. i loved writing this one bc it's based on a movie i've watched countless times and know even the dialogue by heart. pls don’t worry about spoilers because the plot is slightly different! if anything, only minor details are the same, but none that could spoil the original movie :] (if you’re not sure what the movie inspo is about, here’s the imdb!)

𓂋˚˖ EVENT. for @kflixnet's childhood memories event! this fic is based on the 1998 remake of The Parent Trap &lt;3

ELEVEN, ALMOST 12 YEARS.

Eleven, almost 12 years since two beautiful twin daughters blessed you and him. Your relationship with him moved so quickly that you didn’t even realize you were already having kids not even two years after you first met him. Although you weren’t exactly planning on forming a family yet at the time, given you were both hardly even adults, you tried your best to care for your children all the same. 

Eleven years since your life unexpectedly turned on its head and changed for what you thought at the time was for the worse. Getting married and settling down as a family, you thought things would finally fall into place, but other things just kept coming up, fights kept breaking out, and you both eventually knew what was coming. Of course, no one blamed the girls for anything; they were only two identical babies who understood nothing of the world.

Eleven years since you last saw him and your daughter Jinhee. You were living with him in California at the time, but you packed your things and moved back to your father’s home in London with your other daughter Sohee. It was difficult watching him carry your other child as the taxi that was taking you and Sohee to the airport drove farther and farther away from them. It was even more difficult, at first, trying to raise a daughter who was hardly even a year old on your own, but you could only imagine how he would be doing on his own.

Eleven years of looking back at the short period of time you spent together, but you would never admit out loud that he had actually been crossing your mind once in a while. It was difficult not to do so, especially when there was a living, walking proof of your failed marriage. It didn’t help either that you kept only one picture of him (until Sohee caught you looking at it and took it for herself a few months ago)—a picture torn up in the middle of you and him on your wedding night. You kept his side of the photo, but you could only wonder if he kept yours. Wonder if he looks at the picture once in a while like you do. If he looks at it and thinks about how things could have been different like you do. If he blames you for whatever went wrong all those years ago. Because you don’t. How could you? All you both did was try, but apparently, that wasn’t enough.

Now, eleven almost 12 years later, you have finally become the fashion designer you had always dreamt of becoming. You mostly made wedding dresses, but you’ve also tried your hand at tuxedos, which didn’t really work out for the most part. Most of your friends found it ironic that a divorced woman loved to design wedding gowns, but you always laughed it off, saying that having lost in romance shouldn’t hinder you from becoming the designer you always wanted to be. You were just grateful for how life turned out after all these years, and especially for your daughter Sohee.

“Madam, your secretary is on the phone,” your butler announced as he entered the dining room with a bottle of wine, refilling your father’s glass.

“Oh thank you, Martin,” Before leaving the table, you took the piece of tissue that your daughter handed you with a smile.

“Hi, Eleanor! Is there something wrong?”

“Good morning, ma’am! No, there's nothing wrong! But I forgot to tell you that the client arriving from the States personally requested that you be present during their fitting today,” your secretary sheepishly chuckled from the other side of the telephone line.

You looked back towards the dining table to see your daughter already looking at you. She had just come back from a two-month summer camp, and all you wanted was to spend as much time with her as you could before she goes back to school. “Did they mention what time they will be arriving?”

“Around 3 in the afternoon, ma’am,”

You sighed defeatedly. What’s a few hours lost to work, right? “Alright, I’ll be there. Thank you, Ellie,”

“Are you leaving for work today, mum?” Sohee asked from her seat as she held a white bunny plushie on her lap, which she claimed belonged to a friend she met at camp and accidentally ended up in her suitcase.

“A client wants me there at two,” you sat down and returned to your lunch, looking at your daughter in front of you apologetically. “I’m sorry darling. We can watch that movie when I come back,”

“Or I can come with you!” Sohee and your father quickly glanced at each other, but it went unnoticed by you.

“To the studio?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been there ye– in a while,” she smiled expectantly, and you gave in.

“You wanna come too, dad?” Sohee’s and your father’s eyes widened, thinking you must’ve noticed that there was something they weren’t telling you, but you only laugh at their reaction.

Since the studio was only a couple blocks from your home, you and your daughter decided to walk the way there. You’ve done this a few times with her in the past—crossing the busy streets, passing by that Harrods store that you both so loved to shop at. What caught you off guard today was the types of questions she was throwing at you.

“Doesn’t designing wedding gowns ever make you think about getting married again? Or at least make you think about the F-word?”

You paused in your tracks, stopping Sohee as well. “What F-word?”

“My father!”

Laughing at yourself for thinking she would have meant anything else aside from that, you continued your walk to the studio. “Oh that F-word! Well, no actually because I didn’t even wear a wedding gown when I married the F-word,”

“You didn’t? Why not?”

“Why the sudden interest in your dad, huh?” You smiled at your daughter because ever since she arrived back from camp, she has never failed to surprise you, and getting a haircut and pierced ears are only a few of them.

“Well, maybe because he’s never mentioned, and you can’t blame a kid for wondering! Mother, you can’t avoid the subject forever—at least tell me what he was like!” Sohee gave you the classic puppy eyes, and again, you only gave in.

“Okay. He was quite lovely, to tell you the truth. When we met, he was—actually, entirely lovely. Alright?”

“Is that all?” your daughter chuckled and looked up at you teasingly, pushing you to say something a little more than just lovely.

“Well, I guess he was tall, handsome. Girls definitely fell head over heels for him the very moment he merely passed by them,” you sighed as nostalgia slowly kicks in. “We used to live in America, you know,”

“No kidding! So, was it love at first sight?”

You gasped at how curious Sohee was being and slightly pulled her to a running pace as raindrops started to fall. “I knew you were going to ask me these questions one day!”

Once you and your daughter are finally under the shade in front of your studio, it was her turn to gasp at the wedding dress on display.

“Wow, that’s incredible! You designed that?”

“Well, I had to do something while you were at camp,” you turned her around to face the glass doors and enter. “Come on, let’s go inside before the client arrives,”

“Are we there yet?”

“I don’t think so, kiddo. Just wait a bit more,”

Jinhee wasn’t actually asking where they were—in fact, she immediately recognized the Harrods store that their taxi just passed by—because she wasn’t actually Jinhee. 

She was more than nervous, and unfortunately for her, it was written all over her body. She knew what was going to happen today, and she also knew that it could only go one of two ways. Of course, she was hoping that the plan would go smoothly, as did her twin sister, who was already waiting at the studio.

Sensing her nervousness, the woman beside her took her fidgeting hand from her lap. “What’s wrong, honey?”

Jinhee turned to face Yeseul, a woman in her mid-20s, who was already looking at her curiously. “Nothing! Why, do I look like there’s something wrong?”

Her father turned around from the front passenger seat to look at his daughter. “You do. Is there something bothering you?”

“I uh,” Jinhee faced the window again, in hopes to finally seeing the studio but to no avail. “I’m not sure. The weather, I suppose,”

“That’s true. It’s a shame it’s raining on such a special occasion,” Mingi, one of Jinhee’s uncles, spoke up from the other side of the back seat.

“But that shouldn’t ruin anything, don’t you think? We are still doing the fitting, and with such beautiful gowns at that. Jinhee, how did you know of this designer? I’ve heard her name only a few times from my friends, so I’m surprised to hear it from you,” Yeseul asked as she rubbed the back of the child’s hand.

“Well uhm, I met a friend at camp whose mother designed wedding gowns, and she said they’re pretty good! I heard that a princess from Greece bought one recently,”

“Really? I loved the designs I found online too. What’s truly a shame is that she’s underrated,”

As if on cue, the Y/L/N Designs logo finally came into view, and it gave Jinhee the sense of familiarity and comfort that she just needed.

Upon entering, Mingi immediately asked one of the clerks for the restroom, and Jinhee took her distracted father and Yeseul as an opportunity to escape to the rooms at the back.

“Madam, the client is here,” Your secretary announced as she entered your office where you and your daughter Sohee were chatting about her time at camp.

“Then, I won’t keep you any longer, Mother. I’ll just be around here,”

“Alright, I’ll just be quick. You won’t even notice I’m gone,” You stood up, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead before leaving her alone in your office.

You already knew that surprises have been coming your way ever since your daughter returned home. The surprise that you weren’t at all ready for however, was just about to shove itself in your face.

“Hi! Thank you for— Yu– what are you doing here?” Your smile quickly faded away the moment you see him. Again. For the first time after 12 years.

“Y/N? You— You’re the designer?” Unbeknownst to you, he was also familiar with the string of surprises that his daughter brought him. But for him, seeing you once again had to be the most delightful yet and cannot possibly top the rest. Not even the time Jinhee—or who he thought was Jinhee anyway—started yelling at him in French.

Snapping back into reality upon seeing the curious face of the woman who you assumed was the client, your smile appeared once again, albeit not as wide as it was two seconds ago.

“Yes, hi. Thank you for taking an interest in my designs! I hope you’ll be able to find a gown that is to your liking,”

You didn’t want to take another look at him, refusing to believe that he was here in your studio at this very moment. And with whom? It would be wrong of you to assume anything, but how could you not when you’re all standing in an establishment that had a very obvious theme of marriage? 

You didn’t want to take another look at him, but your eyes betrayed you anyway. And you were caught off guard by the way he was already staring at you just like he did the first time he saw you all those years ago.

“Oh, I think I’ll definitely find one that I like. But if you don’t mind me asking … do you two know each other?” Yeseul stood awkwardly between the two of you, looking back and forth like she was watching a tennis game.

Not wanting to prolong the tension any longer, you scramble your brain for any excuse to leave. “Yes, but you don’t have to worry about us, ma’am. I’m just going to get some things in my office. Please take your time looking around,”

You smiled, and once again, you tried not to look up at him but ended up doing so before turning towards your office. He watched you leave and chuckled once he realized what you had just implied.

“Did she just assume we were getting married?”

“That, she did. And to answer your question, she’s my ex-wife,”

“Ex-wife?” Mingi, who had just finished his business with the restroom, had finally returned. “As in Y/N? She’s here?!”

“She’s the designer,” His smile never left his face as he looked around in search of his daughter Jinhee, wondering how she knew if she knew.

“You serious?! And what, you’re just gonna stand around again?”

He immediately turned toward his friend and frowned. “You didn’t see her reaction to my presence, but she didn’t look too happy seeing me here,”

“Maybe that’s because she thought you’re the one who’s getting married. And don’t give me the ‘she probably needs space’ talk because if you ask me, I think 10 years is more than enough time and space. You didn’t entirely end up on bad terms anyway, so I’d be more surprised if she was still upset like your last fight just happened yesterday,”

“I don’t know what happened, but I think he’s right,” He turned towards Yeseul, who was agreeing with her fiance Mingi despite just learning of the existence of his friend’s ex-wife.

But he knew they were right. He knew that you weren’t childish enough to still be upset after all these years. He knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him for so long. How could you? When all you and he did was try.

So he went after you, unlike the last time you left. Because not going after you was the only thing he truly regretted the last time he saw you and Sohee 11 years ago.

Your forehead was being held up by your hands as you blankly stared at your table, trying to process what had just happened and trying to think of what you’ll say when you go back. You half-wished that someone could be here with you to help you sort out your thoughts, but Sohee nor your secretary were nowhere to be found.

Your half-wish did come true, however the person who knocked was the last you were hoping to see.

“Hey,”

“Yunho, I uh,” You stood up the moment you saw who was at the door and looked around your office, just anywhere but him. “Aren’t you supposed to be looking at gowns with your fiance?”

He chuckled, and your head turned towards him with confusion. But it was quickly replaced with admiration, for you so missed the sound of his broken laughter and the way his smile always made his cheekbones more prominent.

“I’m not the one getting married. Mingi is. He was just in the restroom when you arrived,”

Your eyes widened at the information that was just given to you. To be ashamed is an understatement, but to be pleasantly surprised is something you will never admit.

“I’m sorry I immediately jumped to conclusions,”

“Again,” You chuckled with him this time because you both knew what he was talking about. But you were glad that it was something that you could both now look back to and not feel too upset or angry about.

“We’re sorry too,” Sohee and Jinhee had finally come out of their hiding place and entered your office.

“Sohee?”

“Jinhee?”

“Hi, Dad,” “Hi, Mum,” Your daughters smiled apologetically at the two of you, but at this rate, neither of you could tell who was who.

“What’s going on here?” Yunho thankfully spoke for you both as you were at a loss for words.

“I guess you and Mum kinda think alike because you both sent us to the same camp and—we met there, and the whole thing just sort of .. spilled out,”

“So Jinhee, you were here with me this whole time?”

“And I’ve had Sohee this entire time?”

“Well, I wanted to know what you were like, and Jinhee wanted to know Mum and—are you angry?”

“Honey, of course not. We just can’t believe it,” The twins moved to hug the parent that they had fooled, Sohee with Yunho and Jinhee with you, and all that was truly flowing through the four of you was nothing but love and comfort. “But how could you do this to me? To us?” You jokingly asked as you hugged the real Jinhee tighter.

After some time, Yunho spoke up once again. “Girls, why don’t you leave your mom and I to talk alone for a few minutes, okay?”

The twins teasingly mutter little ‘okays’ and ‘take your times’, giggling as they leave the two of you alone in your office. You took a seat on one of the chairs your clients usually sit on, and he took the seat across from you.

“So, how are you, y/n? Or does everyone call you Ms. y/l/n now?”

You chuckle at his attempt at striking up a conversation with you. “Well of course, my colleagues call me that, but my father still calls me y/n when he’s in a good mood,”

It was his turn to chuckle, and you smile once again.

Leaning forward in his seat, he studied your face and made sure he memorized every subtle wrinkle that appeared whenever you smiled. “You know, you haven’t changed a bit,”

He was staring at you again for the nth time today, but neither of you seemed to care. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you still looked the same as if you hadn’t aged and yet still look even more beautiful than the last time he saw you. On the other hand, you thought quite the same—that he still seemed to be the bright adventurous man whose smile could have anyone falling for him within milliseconds.

“You know, some time, if we’re ever really alone,” he spoke up again. “Maybe we could talk about … what happened between us. It all feels a bit hazy to me now. It ended so fast,”

You smiled, remembering some of the petty arguments you had, and then the very night when you first met him, before you looked into his eyes. “It .. started so fast,”

“Well, that I remember perfectly,” he teased, causing you both to chuckle.

However, as if the universe wasn’t allowing you to be left alone with the man in front of you, someone came knocking at the door. “Madam, the client is requesting your presence,”

You quickly stood up from your seat, but before you could leave again, Yunho gently grabbed your wrist. “Can we continue this over coffee later?”

“Dad, is that really the best you can do?” Jinhee appeared from behind the door. “To save you the trouble, we actually already have something prepared for you tonight,”

You looked at your daughter, shocked at how they’re always one step ahead of you both, and turned towards Yunho who was already staring at you expectantly.

But how could you turn him down? When the first time you left him at your once-shared home in California, you were actually waiting and hoping for him to come after you. Now that he was here again, just an arm’s length away, finally ready to maybe, hopefully, start all over with you, who were you to say no? Because just as how your daughters had tricked you into finding each other after all these years, you seemed to have fallen for his trap once again.

You know what they say, second time’s the charm, right?

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Queen live at Brendan Byrne Arena in East Rutherford, NJ, USA - August 9, 1982

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This is an eventful US Hot Space show played to an arena that is far from full. In fact, a second night in East Rutherford was originally planned for August 10, but later moved to New Haven due to the low ticket sales.

Roger's voice is uncharacteristically hoarse tonight, and he struggles on some of his backing vocals in Somebody To Love.

Towards the end of his vocal exchange with the audience after Save Me, Freddie tells them, "I'm gonna make you sing like Aretha Franklin", like he did during Now I'm Here in Milton Keynes a couple months back. But this time he doesn't succeed, as he gives up after only one line. "I knew you were from New Jersey. You had to be. I mean, I've been listening to Gilda Radner. She's right!"

Brian starts Get Down Make Love (which segues into his solo spot) with his John Birch copy. A bit over three minutes into his solo spot he breaks a string, and soon turns off the analog delays, trying to make the best of the situation for a brief while (the other five strings go out of tune when you break a string on an electric guitar with floating tremolo, so one must hold the whammy bar down in a specific place for the guitar to remain in tune - not an easy task!). But he ultimately gives up, and takes the guitar off and hurls it over his stack of Vox cabinets (the one and only time he did this), snapping it in half. Some audience members watch in bewilderment as they have witnessed the normally gentle and soft-spoken May lash out in frustration. Others cheer the 'coolness' factor. A roadie, visible to the audience, picks up a piece of the Birch guitar and holds it up for a brief moment. The beleagured axeman then switches to his Flying V, and he and Roger (barely) finish the segment, not before that guitar, too, goes out of tune.

The next song is Body Language, and the front of house tech switches on Mercury's harmonizer a verse too early, giving "you got red lips" a bit too much redness.

Brian (who hasn't spoken much on stage on this tour since Love Of My Life was his usual speaking spot) says a few words after Under Pressure. "People of New Jersey, we seem like good friends. I tell you, we've seen you a lot of times. We've been around quite a while and we've done some strange things here and there. And now and again we've done a song which actually means something, and I think this is one of them. This is a song Freddie wrote for the last album. This is called Life Is Real." Queen performed the ballad only a few times.

After the song ends, Freddie asks, "How are we doing with the guitars?" He tells the audience, "I think tonight's the night we're gonna break as many guitars as we've got. If anybody in the audience has a spare guitar, bring it over here!" Someone in the audience replies, "I've got three!" He continues, "OK, we're gonna do a song that requires everybody on their feet, because I mean, you gotta... I know you guys are very cool and laid back, this is a really dirty song. You know, it comes from here." No doubt a crude gestitulation follows. "It's from the c*nt. It's called Fat Bottomed Girls!" Brian lets out a lot of aggression in the last couple minutes of the song, even playing some heavy syncopated lines before the final few bars.

Frustration abounds in Freddie as well, as he responds to a drone he (and everyone else) is hearing. "Before this next song, we'd like... what is that fucking noise? It's been driving me crazy all fucking night. I bet it's not doing you guys any good, either."

It takes a little while for the Red Special to be restrung, so Brian plays his Flying V for a few songs, according to a fan who attended the show (although Brian stated in a January 1983 interview that he acquired the Flying V *because* of this incident - but this claim is questionable, as pictures from last week's concert in Toronto reveal his Flying V on a guitar stand side stage). These few songs sound different with this new guitar tone - particularly the Bohemian Rhapsody solo. He would return with his beloved home-made guitar for the hard rock section of Bohemian Rhapsody, but he wouldn't fully regain his composure for the rest of the evening.

In the second verse of We Are The Champions, a flippant comment from Mercury sums up the evening: "It's been no bed of roses, I can tell you!"

A fan wrote to Brian at his Soapbox about this night:

"During the show you had problems with The Old Lady and came out with the Birch copy. Then the birch copy had some problems and you threw it and your roadie missed it I think because he held up something that looked like a broken Birch Guitar. You then played a good part of the concert on a Flying V. I remember wishing I had a camera to see you playing on the V. You played Life Is Real while repairs were being done. Freddie even joked if someone had an extra guitar to please bring it up. After the break in BORHAP you came back with the Old Lady."

Brian's reply:

"You evidently saw a special night ... the only night when I ever threw a guitar off stage in despair ! And, yes, I did hit the ground behind the stage - I'm pretty sure I thought I was throwing to someone, but evidently I misjudged it. And, yes, its neck snapped clean through. I kept it for a while, intending to get it fixed. But we decided it would probably never be good at staying in tune, because it wasn't a very rigid instrument. And not being able to get it in tune was what drove me to distraction that night, and this was what led to its demise! As I remember, this was on top of having problems with the Red Special in the beginning - in the heat of the moment, this was the final straw ! I imagine your bootleg of the show will reveal the problems I was having. These things usually make me feel ashamed, frustrated, angry, in the moment... I don't like giving people less than the best. So this picture really does tell a story ... a unique story. I wonder what happened to the Flying V ... As for the Birch guitar, well, we lent it to Guild, to compare, while they were making their Red specials under license in the 80's. Then we all forgot about it for many years. Then it turned up, and thanks to a friend (I think I told the story here) it now resides back with me. We have decided to keep it as it is, in pieces, just for historical interest, for the same reasons as before."

Brian has since reunited with the guitar, apparently after it was purchased on eBay. Its story and a couple pictures of it can be seen at Brian's website. It was repaired by Andrew Guyton, although it wasn't a complete restoration as Brian wanted to see exactly where he broke it.

The photo above was taken by Gary Gershoff. Here are a few pro photos from the show:

These photos were taken after the show, at a party in New York:

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Fan Stories

“Queen played a great show, but when Brian started his Brighton Rock solo, he broke a string on "The Old Lady" and you could tell he was not happy. He actually threw that guitar at the stand and it fell over and me and my fellow RS/Brian/Queen fanatic buddy looked at each other in astonishment. He quickly was given the John Birch copy by his guitar tech and continued his solo. Well about two minutes go by and you could tell he was not happy with the Birch and then a string breaks on that guitar. He was on Deacons side of the stage and he runs over to his side towards his wall of Vox amps and hurls the guitar over the stack. His guitar tech brings out the Gibson Flying V and Brian finishes the solo. At the end of the solo the tech brings back "The Old Lady" restrung as Queen kicks back in. I believe at this point Brian was doing the solo in the middle of Now I'm Here. Some time between one of the next songs the Tech emerges from behind the stack to show Brian and the entire audience the result of Brians outrage as he holds up the two pieces of The John Birch. My friend and I looked at each other and knew we had just seen a bit of Queen history. From what I remember it was a case of the neck snapping off from the body. I remember a few months ago somehow the John Birch had turned up and Brian was curious about where and when it happened.” - Todd

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You took a shaky breath in as you stopped midway of putting a clean sheet on the bed Mikasa would be sleeping in. The room still had some of her old stuff in it, it's just no one ever came in here after she left. You looked around at all the items she left behind. Smiling fondly at an old picture of you two, you noticed a small figure crossed out in the background. Glancing at the rest of the photos on the shelf, you noticed that every photo had something crossed out.

After looking at each picture, you came to the conclusion the figure was Jean. She must have only taken the photos without him and did this to the rest. You frowned and walked back to the bed. Carefully, you climbed onto it and propped a few pillows up to support you as you leaned back.

For the first time in two years, you got a good look around the room. On the side of the room with the door, there was a large glass window overlooking the balcony above the living room. You always found it strange that she chose a room like that when she usually kept those blinds shut. Her bed was in the middle of the room with a tv mounted on the wall across from it. On the other side of her bed, there were a couple of bean bags below the bay window that looked out on the driveway.

You sighed and took out your phone, pulling up old texts with Mikasa. The last time you texted her was three months ago when you got too drunk at one of Reiner's ragers.

mikasa

mikasas pleasdse

come home

i miss you

i miss you so much

we all miss you so much

come home to me.

She didn't respond to that and you wouldn't know if she even looked at it. She turned her read receipts off for everyone after the first week of trying to contact her. The only time she had ever contacted anyone was two weeks after she left the house.

Don't look for me. Don't contact me.

You got a lot of your friends asking if you got the same message. She sent the same thing to everyone who tried to get in contact with her. You still didn't know where she was or what she was doing. The only thing you knew was that she was coming home the next day. You sighed. Suddenly, you didn't feel like cleaning anything else. You briskly walked out of her room and dialed the number of your best friend.

"Hey, Y/n! What's going on?" Sasha's cheery voice rang through the line.

"Hey hey, Sasha. I'm doing great. At least, I think I am. Do you wanna go somewhere? You can pick me up? Or I can pick you up if you like."

"I'll come to pick you up, honey bunny, don't you worry." You heard her struggling with her keys on the other side of the line and snorted at the noise.

"Need some help, Sash?" You grinned while skipping steps.

"Fine, thanks." She grumbled. "I'll be there in fifteen! You stay put!" She briskly hung up.

Sasha had been your best friend ever since Eren's nineteenth birthday party. She caught you and Eren coming back inside just as she was about to leave, with half the pantry in her arms. She asked for your number to make plans to hang out and chat sometime. You happily obliged, which was probably the happiest thing you had done that night.

You tossed your phone onto your bed as you walked into your room. Your room was on the first floor. You got first pick since you were the one who inherited the house. The house was big and beautiful. It was also on a lake. Perfect for the parties Eren and Jean loved to host. Perfect escape from paparazzi.

Your room had big glass doors that opened to the balcony that wrapped around the back of the house. You had a great view of the lake. The room was painted white. There was a black marble fireplace in one wall with a small wardrobe you used for storing memorable items to the band. You didn't need to use it for clothes since you had a walk-in closet in the big bathroom you partly shared with your bandmates. Jean liked to use the large bathtub.

You collapsed onto the bed and stared into the vanity mirror next to it. It was then when you realized you were still in your pajamas. "Oh shit." Your eyes widened as you hurriedly stumbled over to the closet, falling over once.

You grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and a big t-shirt. With duck socks, of course. The outfit didn't look much different than your pajamas but Sasha would probably be wearing something similar.

You threw your hair into the easiest hairstyle you could muster. You grabbed your boots and hopped up and down while trying to put them on while also leaving the room. "Jesus." You muttered.

Your phone vibrated, signaling that Sasha was here. "I'm heading out with Sasha! You're on your lonesome!" You called out to wherever Armin was in the house.

"Okay! Don't be back too late!" He shouted back.

You laughed aloud as you realized how much he sounded like a dad. You opened the front door and ran to Sasha's car. "Let me in!" You knocked on the passenger window as she reached around to find the button that unlocks the door. Once it was unlocked, you swung open the door and hopped inside.

"Nice outfit," was the first thing she said to you. You glanced at her outfit and scoffed. Your predictions were correct, she was wearing something similar.

"Gee, thanks." You gave a lopsided smile and rolled your eyes.

"Where to, honey bunny?" Sasha said, giving a mock salute while her other hand rested firmly on the steering wheel. You giggled and thought about it. You called her on such a whim that you forgot to even plan anything.

"Uh how about Brain Freezes? I could really use a catch-up with Connie right about now." You suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea! Turns out you do have a brain up there." Sasha snickered.

"Oh good one, because you're the real genius here, clearly."

After a lot of lighthearted banter, you arrived at Connie's workplace. Sasha aggressively grabbed the door handle and slammed it open, causing the bell to fall off its perch and land on your face. "Oops." You grimaced and bent down to pick up the bell. You rang it in front of her face.

"Sasha! Y/n! My two favorite customers!" Connie jumped up and down on the other side of the counter. "How can I assist you ladies today?"

"I'll have the usual." You gave a half-hearted smile, head still impaired from the bell. Sasha had quite the habit of accidentally hurting you.

Sasha snatched the bell from your grasp and started ringing it. She announced her very long order that you could barely keep up with, but Connie was used to this kind of thing, especially with her.

You noticed one of his coworkers scowling at Sasha. You didn't like Floch, to say the least. He was always inviting himself to your parties but he was rude to all of your friends at the same time. He noticed your gaze and smirked.

He strutted over to where you stood, pretending to become very interested in toppings. "How are you, Y/n? It's been a while huh?" He leaned over your shoulder in a way that workers shouldn't with their customers. You made a hasty effort to slip away from his presence.

"It really hasn't. I came here last week. I come here every week and you say that every time." You usually tried to be nice to Floch, but today you didn't feel like being nice.

"Well, even a day without you feels like an eternity." He flirted horridly. You stared blankly at him until he awkwardly cleared his throat and traded spots with Connie at the register.

Connie took off his apron and handed you and Sasha your orders. "Sorry about him. That guy really can't take a hint even if it's right in front of his face." He shot Floch a venomous glare. "Luckily, you guys got here right as my shift ended! Wanna get out of here?" His previous anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"Yeah, I do! Where should we go?" Sasha beamed with her spoon still in her mouth.

"Can we just drive around? I've got something I wanna tell you guys." You played with your spoon in the ice cream, averting eye contact.

"Sure thing, Y/n. Let's go." Sasha and Connie said in unison.

Sasha let you drive her car since she was preoccupied with her mountain of ice cream. Connie didn't have a car, he failed his driver's test every time he took it. You'd think he'd learn most of the material by now. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked from the backseat.

"Yeah?" You nodded to him.

"Are you gonna finish that?" He said, referring to your cup of ice cream in the front cupholder. You sighed.

"Go ahead." He thanked you over and over as he leaned over and snatched it.

"So, Y/n? What was it you wanted to tell us?" Sasha wiped her hands on her pants and set the empty container in an extra cupholder.

You gripped the steering wheel harder then relaxed. You took a shaky breath in. "Mikasa is coming home tomorrow."

Connie started choking on your ice cream. "I know, I had the same reaction." You quipped.

"Mikasa..is...WHAT?" Connie managed between coughs.

"After all this time? It's been two years. Tomorrow? That's so sudden! Are you even ready to see her?" Sasha's mouth was gaping open. You leaned over and shut it for her.

"Yes, tomorrow. I still have to get the house ready. I couldn't even make it through her old room without calling you. Jean told us this morning. I don't think we should be worried about me being ready to see her. I think we should be more concerned about her and Jean." You informed. "But, then again, she told Jean about her return first. Plus he's picking her up tomorrow at the airport. So based on that, I think they're on better terms."

"You don't think they'll get back together, do you?" Connie said, his eyebrows furrowing.

You snorted. "Of course not. You know Jean is with Marco now, and he seems pretty happy with him. They've been together for two years now, probably longer if I'm being honest."

"Then what do you have to worry about?" Sasha asked, confused.

"Are you joking? I mean, what if she has found someone? What then? What if she quits the band forever? What if we argue? She dropped off the map two years ago. Completely. She stopped responding to me, to all of us. For two years I thought she lost her interest in everything and went to live a new life, with people better than me. And now she's coming back, out of the blue! It's too much." You stressed.

Connie and Sasha made quick eye contact. "Y/n, I think you're reading too far into it. I doubt anyone could lose interest in you. You're too cool! Let's look on the bright side, she's ready to come home and you finally get to see her again," Sasha said in an attempt to lift your spirits. You smiled graciously. You really were lucky to have a friend like her. "Right, Connie?" She gestured to Connie who looked very deep in thought.

"Didn't you and Mikasa go out in high school?" You almost crashed the car from the shock of the question.

"Briefly, yes. But we weren't 'going out' so to speak. We just, like, made out a couple of times." You could feel your face grow hot at the subject. You thought you were over your crush on Mikasa, but after hearing that she was coming home, the familiar feeling was coming back.

"You're going red, Y/n. I think it was more to you than just a make-out." Connie grinned while Sasha wiggled her eyebrows.

"You're totally in love with Mikasa!" Sasha sang.

"Shut up, you two. I don't wanna get into the details right now." You couldn't even try to hide your heated face since you were the one driving the vehicle.

"Not right now? So maybe somewhere down the line, you will?" Sasha raised her eyebrows and broke out into another infectious grin.

"Whatever, Sash. Enough about Mikasa and me. I really wanna hear about you and Niccolo." You gave her a similar grin while she slowly turned red.

"Nice one, Y/n!" Connie cheered.

"You idiots should just shut it!"

posted: 8/24/21

neptunetheplanet7© 2021

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #band au #modern au

[alloftheimaginess]

AD INTERVIEW

Other parts

Jared Padalecki

Misha Collins

Jensen Ackles

This part sucks ass but I low key like it. I’ll probably end up redoing it soon

"Hello welcome Ad" I say opening the front door for the camera crew and Alex comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm Yn Calvert" I say.

"And I'm Alexander Calvert, come right in" he says and I smile up at him.

"This house was built by my great great grandmother when she was in her 20's and then it was a gift to my great grandparents on their wedding night and then it was given to my grandparents and then my parents and then when Alex and I got married my mom handed us the keys" I say.

"We're currently in the middle of upgrading and rebuilding everything and we've been working on it for three years now" Alex says.

"This is our living room" I say as we walk in to it.

"This is honestly my favorite room in the house, when we're actually staying here the boys and I spend a lot of time in here, playing games, playing the piano and having quiet reading time" I say.

"I learned with kids a while ago that we can't have all the fancy things and I'm cool with with that because I enjoy the family vibes we created" I say going to the wall that holds all the photos.

"This is Misha on his first day of kindergarten" I say pointing to the photo.

"I cried harder than he did" I say laughing.

"This is a picture from our wedding night, I adore this picture so much because all of the couples can be seen dancing around us, I remember this moment because Flicker by Niall Horan was playing and at that point it was one of my favorite songs and right there you can see Jared and his wife being all cute" I say pointing it out.

"All the art you see in here is made by two of Yn's sisters who run an art shop" Alex says.

"They've been painting ever since we were young and the work they put out is amazing and every time we get a visitor they always ask where I got it from and I can easily promote my siblings" I say laughing.

"Over here is our kitchen" Alex says walking up the two step departing our kitchen from our living room.

"We tore down the wall because we wanted the open space, all the natural light and when I'm making dinner I can keep an eye out on the kids and they can eat their snacks at the table and watch tv or play the game while I'm doing whatever I need to do" I say.

"Let me show you my favorite part about the kitchen" Alex says leading them over to the sink.

"Yn cooks dinner pretty much every night which leaves me and the boys with the clean up and they like how big the sink is" he says showing off our farmhouse sink.

"Makes washing dishes so much easier and Aj use to take a lot of baths in here" he says patting the sink and I laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to convince everyone to get one" I say and he laughs with me.

"Maybe I am" he says taking them to the other room.

"Over here is where our dining room was but we don't use it so we made it into a branch off living room" Alex says.

"We celebrate the holidays here and it's perfect for Christmas when we have our families and friends here and the living room is taken, we have these two ceiling chairs and then some cushions and bean bags I like to think of it as a sort of cozy corner, this usually turns into the kids hang out spot when there's a group of them because we have the gaming tv here and they can just lounge and enjoy whatever game they are playing" I say.

"The backyard is what I'm probably proudest of" I say opening the folding sliding glass doors and we step outside.

"We have the pool over there completely gated off because Aj can't fully swim yet and he likes to play outside when I'm on the patio writing" I say.

"And on that side we have the boys playhouse from Charmed Playhouses, Yn seen a picture of one and she fell in love with them and decided that the boys needed to have a Harry Potter themed playhouse" he says.

"It's literally so cool in there, I should have just walked you to the playhouse and did a tour of that" I say laughing.

"We got Harry Potter because I've always been a massive fan and Misha when he was around three he fell in love with it and I knew I had to do it plus it's perfect for both boys and girls" I say.

"Now up the stairs on the right we have the office" I say sliding the glass sliding door open and stepping inside and Alex follows me in.

"There's not a lot here" I say.

"We're currently working on expanding this room because Alex has his desk and I want a space where I can put all of my art stuff so we're in the middle of that" I say.

"This is also where Yn keeps her awards because she's too embarrassed to show them off so she keeps them tucked away up here where she can glance at them to remind her that she can always be better" he says moving the picture frames they are behind.

"This is the hallway" I say and Alex laughs.

"Yn loves this hallway" he says.

"I do, I love it so much" I say giggling and I stop walking.

"This is why I love this hallway so much" I say pointing at the pictures.

"My family is very big and very all over the place. From my birth dad I have six siblings and on my moms side I have five and it's like crazy trying to get everyone together and when I found out I was pregnant with Mish everyone came and they showed up and I managed to get a few decent shots out of it" I say laughing.

"And next to that I have my all time favorite picture of me and my baby sister Zendaya at the oscars in 2015. It's a photo from the red carpet and I was telling her I was pregnant and this was her reaction" I say laughing.

"Moving on, the first room we have belongs to Misha, they are both down for a nap right now in Aj's room so I can show off Misha's room" I say opening the door and stepping inside.

"My mom actually designed this room for him and she put it together while we were in Canada while Alex was filming so we came back to it and it was a nice surprise, Misha loved it more than anything" I say laughing.

"She got him a moving bookshelf and every time we go to the store he asks for a book so he can add them to the book shelf so that way no one will know which books opens the bookshelf" he says tipping the book back and it slides open.

"This is his 'hey Misha clean your room bub guests are coming' hiding spot" I say.

"Gets the job done" Alex says and I laugh rolling my eyes.

"Until I have to come in behind him and clean it" I say.

"This is the game room" I say.

"It has all of the games your mind could ever imagine" Alex says opening the doors under where the tv sits and it is stuffed with games.

"Texas thunderstorms have taught us that we can never have enough games or candles to entertain us when we lose power or when it storms so much the boys are up all night" I say.

"Next is our bedroom" I say stopping at the closed double doors and I push them open.

"This is where the magic happens" he says and I laugh rolling my eyes and I step in.

"Our bedroom was one of the first things we did when we moved in, we tore it apart and with the help of my best friend slash Alex's fake father and his wife and we rebuilt this room in about two to three weeks and it was like the best time of my life" I say.

"In this little hole is where we keep Misha when guest come so we can pretend we did all the work around here" he says and I laugh.

"You're an idiot" I say and he laughs with me.

"This is a laundry chute, there's one in the main rooms such as ours, Misha's and Aj's and they can just send the clothes right to the basket which then I can just dump into the washer" he says and I nod.

"Plus there's never any clothes lying around, everyone should have one of these" I say.

"Through here is our bathroom and closet" he says opening the door and we go inside.

"It's just a bathroom it's nothing special to me but to Yn it is everything" he says and I press the button and the shelves come out the cabinet.

"It's my vanity but when I'm done I can put it away and not worry about anything getting messed up ever and I love it because everything is unorganized but you can't see the clutter" I say getting off of the pouf and I go into the closet.

"This is probably the most extreme room we have in our house because honestly I'm addicted to shopping and I need the space. I always wanted like the closet that Hannah Montana had and I didn't get it but honestly this one has hers beat so I'm not complaining" I say and Alex laughs.

"Like I said about the bathroom I don't get it" he says and I laugh.

"And the last room" I say opening the door showing off the nursery and I step inside them following me.

"You're the first ones that aren't apart of our inner circle to find out and we want to use this video as an announcement" Alex says and I nod.

"This nursery is for our princess who we are happy to announce will be born in four months" Alex says. "January 1st" I say smiling at the camera.

#alex calvert #alex calvert x reader #Alex Calvert x yn #Alex Calvert x you #Alex Calvert reader insert #Alex Calvert imagines #Alex Calvert imagine #celeb!reader #famous!reader #pregnant!reader #spn cast x reader #spn cast #spn x you #spn x y/n #spn x reader #spn imagine #cast x reader #supernatural #supernatural cast x reader #supernatural cast #celebrity!reader #reader insert #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #Jared Padalecki #black!reader

[nocturnal-dreams]

I might take this down later tonight so if you want to screenshot it so you can use my words against me like in 2 months again go the fuck ahead but I've heard so many anons going on my account that I will not be responding to because well I really couldn't give less of a fuck. Anons are pissed off at me for multiple reasons. While its 1am and I'm kind of drunk, I feel like I can quickly explain myself.

⚠️ Stop reading now if you really couldn't give a damn ⚠️

➖Okay so I've seen a lot of people pissed off at me for writing for c!Schlatt. Now I completely agree that you can be mad at Schlatt, he's said some fucked up things but to be attacking his fans and the people who are a fan of his character, no that's fucked up and if you're a follower of mine and hate on Schlatt fans, you can kindly fuck off, you're no follower of mine. Look I'm sorry but I'm not gonna stop writing for a character that I enjoy because the internet isnt a fucking perfect picket white fence.

Another thing related to Schlatt is JustAMinx or the chuckle sandwich crew in general but I'll just talk about Minx. I'm still gonna write for her since I genuinely enjoy her content. Do I like that she's friends with Kacey? Absolutely not but Minx is an adult and it's up to her to make her own choices. Do I wish she'd not support Kacey, absolutely but once again she's an adult and its up to her to be responsible when looking at who she's to be friends with

➖Okay number 2, my dress pictures or just the pictures I post of my irl life in general. I've been getting a lot of hate anons lately that are mad at me for wearing a dress because people think I'm faking being non-binary for clout, shut the fuck up. I can wear my packer and binder and I'm still gonna be non-binary, what's so different about me wearing a fucking dress that shows a little cleavage? Grow the fuck up

Another few anons I've been getting are about my weight in the photos, people claiming they're worried about my health, no bro you're just being a dick. Look I am afab and I have a little thing called a uterus, now something that this uterus causes me to do is bloating, but I also have a thing called tits. Now I dont know if you knew this but porn stars may have huge fucking tits and no fat but you know what that is? That's surgeries and dieting to one piece of food every week. Now do I feel like doing any of that? Fuck no, I'm confident in my body and I'll wear whatever the fuck I want no matter my size.

So here's for you fucks:

➖Number 3, some people are mad at me for keeping myself private? I made a post like 2 months ago I think now telling people that they dont know me, they only know what I wish to tell them and that I like to live a private life. The reason for this post? Because I had an anon send me a ask of my exact location and birth name, I am safe dont worry but the second that happened, I felt like I needed to set some kind of boundary because that was fucking creepy especially because at that time, I was living with my friend and her two year old daughter.

In that post I said "I care about all of you guys but I dont know you and you dont know me, what I say is what I choose to tell you guys." People took that is me referring to everyone as a number, once again my words being taken out of context

➖Number 4, look I'm not a licensed therapist so stop treating me like I am one. I'm human to and need my breaks. You can message me and send me as ask if you need somewhere to vent but how about we dont get pissed off at me if I dont answer immediately or if my advice isn't good enough. I dont have all the answers, I try to help with the knowledge that I have.

Also please put a trigger warning at the start of your ask, it just helps me be able to filter everything better and also stops people if they skim read and might be put into a bad place, it's just so helpful to do and it takes two seconds

➖Number five, calling me a groomer for interacting with minors...

*inhale* WHAT?! So you're telling me that me supporting talented writers who happen to be minors and being someone they can talk to and be like a parental figure to is me being a groomer? Huh?!

I'm sorry but that is completely bullshit, want to see a groomer? Look at someone like James Charles or Onison, get your head out of your ass

➖Number 6, the one that pisses me off the most. "You dont write enough", do you really think in any kind of small pea brain mind that people being rude to me about not writing enough is gonna make me want to write more? I took a break from writing in the first place because people were being dicks to me about it, saying oh you spelt this wrong, or this is so cringy, or stop making the person ooc.

I write for myself and I'm gonna be honest, I have many finished drafts and fic ideas but I dont want to post them because well I'm tired of being shitted on for every minor mistake.

➖look I'm not a perfect person and have never tried to come across as one. I fuck up and I'm sure you do too. At this rate with all the hate anons recently, I'm very close to turning off anon asks or just asks in general. But I don't want to do that because my anon asks are for people who want to vent but want to stay anonymous and I feel like that would take away that security of I turned it off.

Just let people exist and get your head out of your ass

#nocturnal vents

[resinatingbeauty]

Witchcraft & Expectations

What do you really expect from the Craft?

I had considered writing this for a while before actually doing it just because I didn't want anyone to feel like they were being attacked or singled out. Offending you isn't the purpose of this post, so please do not be discouraged by anything you read here. There is no wrong way of practicing your Craft and to each their own. I was just curious about perspectives when it comes to your expectations regarding Witchcraft, magick, and spirituality as I have dealt with many different people following many different paths since focusing more on my Craft and art through my shop which began on Mercari and grew enough to become more established on Etsy.

I do sell many spiritual / witchy items from personalized spell kits to witchy mystery boxes compiled with Intuitively chosen and my own handmade, one of a kind items. Among the most popular spiritual offerings are my 'buy one get one miniature spell jars,' which allow my customers to select two general purposes or a personalized request from which I assemble and enchant a miniature glass spell jar containing herbs, crystals, essential oils, and other objects based on their needs and requests. I wanted to make these little portable vessel talismans more available to everyone price and purpose wise, compared to others that have been charged with a more specific intent or devoted to a specific deity.

I have a long history of using spell jars myself for various purposes whenever I feel compelled to create one or a special occasion arises. I'm picky about larger jars and bottles, however, so they are usually created in small corked jars or in larger jars that I will sometimes embellish or try new things to integrate that allow the spell jar to also be an appealing or intriguing piece of handmade everyday decor while serving its spiritual purpose, such as the one in the photo above.

For the most part, I have found a surprisingly amount of success with my spell jars. Not just myself, but others as well have reported events that they thought were directly related to their spell jar. I had created one for my neighbor a couple weeks ago who had been searching for a better job than the one she had at a preschool. The day after I gave her the jar, she received a text from an old coworker who notified her that a position at a bank she had applied at months ago that had nothing available at that time had just opened up.

This actually exceeded my expectations. In my experience, magick takes time. Others who have commented on the success of their spell jars or magick in general would contact me a few weeks or so after using their spell kit or receiving their spell jar. I created a spell jar back in January to help jumpstart my small business selling my crafts and Craft and didn't really start to see a huge change until mid-March-April where I was more successful than even I anticipated.

This was about on par with what I expected in terms of time, as most spells I've ever done have taken days, weeks, or even months to start manifesting results that couldn't be passed off or ignored. To be sure, I include a scroll with each of my kits and jars explaining how they are best utilized, to have patience, how to set a purpose and intentions, the power of thinking positively, and that magick rewards those who are willing to work and make sacrifices for what they desire. To me, all of these things are virtues that this path teaches us and are part of what makes the Craft so empowering overall. Whether it was the spell or your hard work, you are the catalyst for change. You made things happen. I mean, what is more empowering than that?

This is part of the reason why I personally chose to over spell kits and magickal tools rather than offering to cast spells or perform rituals on one's behalf. It was my desire to make YOU feel empowered and you are the one ultimately responsible for your own success or failure, whether spiritually or otherwise. I'll gladly steer you down the road of success and provide you with my knowledge, experience, and guidance, but I am always clear about what to expect.

Unfortunately, we live in a time where instant gratification is anticipated and expected, which I never considered in terms of Witchcraft. I knew that no matter how many times I write 'set realistic expectations, focus on your purpose, be patient, and keep doing what your doing' that some people would just blow through all that hoping that they just bought a quick fix for all their problems for $6.99 + a buy one get one deal.

Two weeks or so ago, I had received an order for said jars from a young man who simply said he wanted a personalized spell jar for lucid dreaming and dream work and selected his second 'free' one for self empowerment. I reached out to clarify and answered some of his questions. My immediate impression from him was one of discord. He expressed a lot of turmoil in his life over the past few months and claimed to have taken on a lot of responsibility. He seemed young and eager, with a ton of questions regarding magick in general. I answered his questions the best I could, but reiterated the same values I expressed in the previous paragraph when asked why such and such spell wasn't working, 'should I not have done this,' etc. Magick takes time to manifest, especially when it comes to financial purposes like he explained which are inherently unlikely to resolve themselves overnight.

He seemed happy enough with his purchase and said as much when he received his package. A couple days later, I received a notification about a review he had left which was negative, saying one of his spell jars didn't work with a message delivered in tandem asking what purpose I had set for his spell jar.

Let me say this: I am not upset with him or complaining about his review. He is entitled to his own opinion, although I was annoyed with how quickly he had come to the conclusion when in the instructions I provided him I specifically said that these things take time to work. Anyone who receives results instantly or within the next day or so are exceeding my own expectations. Which is great! Hooray!

But this is definitely not the standard I've come to expect in all the years I've been practicing the Craft.

I continued chatting with and answering this young man's questions and ultimately uncovered that he was upset about a variety of things that had been going on in his life. In his mind, he felt entitled to have these things work for him sooner rather than later and was frustrated and angry that nothing he tried had been working out the way he expected.

In the time that I have opened my little shop, I have (thankfully) only run into one other person like this- where their understanding of Witchcraft seems to have been compiled from television and movies. After the first, I learned to tread lightly around these individuals because, whether it's their fault or not, they have been mislead.

Television shows like old school Charmed and the newer Salem and Witches of East End are really entertaining. I enjoyed watching them, but they are the absolute enemy of those who practice magick / witchcraft as a form of religion or spirituality. Sure, some of these shows actually do their research. Even Buffy the Vampire Slayer was ahead of its time introducing Wiccans, Technopagans, and New Age practices to pop culture and in many ways helped to show people an obscured version of the truth during the 'Satanic Panic' period when even witches hated being called witches and the pentagram / pentacle difference became an actual difference that wasn't just a choice of words.

Newer generations growing up with Harry Potter, which is hardly a great introduction into magickal traditions, were at least more open minded than the previous generation to the actuality of witchcraft and magick as a spiritual practice.

I mean, who doesn't want to snap their fingers and make the house tidy in one fell swoop?

I sure do. But even when I first started practicing at 11 I understood that that just isn't how it is.

This young man who was saying he lead a coven sounded more like he was LARPing than legitimately asking for spiritual guidance. I realized real quick that I couldn't do anything for him. What he wanted and expected, no matter how many times I referenced the instructions I provided (he evidently hadn't acknowledged) and relayed to him my own experience and expectations, he was looking for that 'quick fix' and someone or something to blame for when it didn't work the way he thought it would. The main reason for his complaint? The night after he received his spell jar, he said he just dreamnt about the moon.

My understanding of lucid dreaming was having direct control over ones dreams. The more I talked to this person the more it became clear that this wasn't his understanding of lucid dreaming. I tried to ask what he had tried to gain that control, as many of you know that I suffered from sleep paralysis for years and taught myself how to realize and 'break out' of it over time. He referenced making offerings to a goddess. I had to stop.

I'm sure that another business minded witch would have sold him something else or offered an exchange. I (stupidly) tried to make him understand that he has the power to manifest his desires. All I did was provide him with a tool to help things along.

This was the same for the woman I had dealt with months ago who said that she had been told by this coven owned business that she was a vampire reincarnated to be with her lover. That was the ultimate end of our conversation because she didn't seem very open to anything I suggested. Whether the things she bought were 'effective' for her or not we will never know. When she started messaging me to the point of harassment I deleted her messages and flagged them as spam. All this time and effort spent consoling someone who really isn't in the right frame of mind for magick or witchcraft.

The main point in writing this ranty post is to get the perspective of the community. What are your expectations for your own spells? What do you tell others when they ask? If you are also a 'witch shop' owner or own your own spiritual practice how do you deal with clients that have set unrealistic expectations for you and your Craft?

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[3-genetic-bugs-in-a-trenchcoat]

I'm nearing a year since starting HRT, so I'll make another one of those updates on how it's going, that I made half a year ago. But this time a lot more than HRT has happened, which has, and is still occupying a big part of my mind now. Name changes, pronoun changes and all the other hurdles of social stuff were expected to be the actual hard part of the whole transition, and ho boy, were they draining, sometimes scary and overwhelming, but after all, also really exciting and satisfying.

On top of that I've changed up the meds regimen, which also is probably worth mentioning as a preface. Otherwise, I guess I'll follow the same template as I set up the first time round... for science reasons. So here we go:

Body

Skin: This one has probably been the least eventful part lately. Went into a little bit of mess once I changed from estrogen pills to patches, but it's as nice and smooth as ever. Couldn't have expected more, this is perfectly comfortable at this point.

Body shape: I can only say I have a feeling that this one is changing, but I just see myself too often to really tell the difference. My limbs seem a little slimmer, which is understandable given the loss of muscle mass. I guess there's some level of fat redistribution going on, but I'd need some photo evidence to analyse that, which I don't have (yeah, I'm not going THIS science-y here).There's non-zero number of clothes I like which actually kinda fit me, and this is some measure of progress, I guess.

Tits: So their growth stagnated at first, and then took off real fast a while after changing into patches. What's been happening to these boobs literally week by week over the past month or two is really fascinating. They're still a bit shapeless, but they're rounding up visibly, and at this point I can clearly say, that regardless of the clothes I'm wearing, the existence of my boobs is undeniable. They're tiny, but visible. And this already absolutely rocks.

Sports: well, things have happened in this field as well. I've had some two periods of a week-or-so inactivity, and these managed to push my physical shape off a cliff. I've lost a significant portion of strength and some endurance, and I'm only now about returning to my shape from before January... and strength isn't even there yet. I have to work a lot harder than I used to, only to maintain fitness, not to mention improving it. And the way my body works keeps changing, so I'm essentially re-learning my body every day and trying to adjust. It's tough, both physically and mentally, but it certainly is an adventure.

Body hair: I know that all the narrative around HRT is all about breasts and that stuff, but honestly, what these hormones did to my body hair is the absolute greatest quality of life improvement and dysphoria reduction that I could ever dream of. At this point most of my body hair is barely noticeable and softer to touch when it grows. I'm no longer a coarse chimp even when I go a few weeks without taking care of it. In fact, I could skip shaving some of it off completely and it would probably still be fine, and this awareness brings just an incredible level of comfort now.

Face: Last time I wrote that something is certainly changing that makes it more pleasant to look at, but I couldn't grasp what. And this certainly is still the case. This face mostly is just about alright now.... with one exception. The facial hair is really becoming an issue now. And there are several problems with it - for one, it grows more slowly, but it's visible even before it's possible to shave off, which is frustrating beyond belief. And the act of shaving it is at this point genuinely harming my body. It's painful and I'm routinely left with multiple bloody spots afterwards... my face skin has clearly become too sensitive to handle daily scratching with sharp metal... It's still hard to complain; I've literally taken more selfies in the past 6 months than the previous 5 years, and let that indicate how my perception of... me has changed.

Mind

General: So these past couples of months, especially since the change into patches, have been a real roller coaster. But things have stabilized recently, and I've been going at least a good few weeks now without a major burst of dysphoria, which honestly is the longest such period I can remember. Be it the body changes, mind changes, social changes... who knows, who could tell... But it is truly refreshing - it's as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders, giving me a whole new level of energy and motivation to live. That's not to say that all's great and it's smooth rolling from here. But this is the starting point which I didn't realise how badly I needed.

Emotions: Ohh boy, these have gone places. And been all over the place. There was a time where I was turned into a hot rambling pile of mess, changing mood drastically every few hours, or just balancing on the edge of a meltdown for any bullshit reason for days. And yes, the external circumstances of social transition, having to talk to humans, going through paperwork and, worst of all, WAITING, all contributed to that. But I think I'm past that point, at least for now; I still get emotionally fragile every few weeks, anxious at times, but I'm a lot more stable now. Can't say I have a good grapple on controlling all of that yet, but I'm at least learning how this works, and can work with this.

Sex drive: this comes and goes every couple of weeks as well, so that's far from the usual HRT stories of that going away completely. It's still very much manageable, and at least mentally all traces of the previous kind of drive are happily gone. Physiology still can get seriously annoying at times but there's little I can do with that until I'm able to get rid of these genitals....

Anxiety: Well, I did have some reasons for anxiety and, predictably, it came... Not quite sure why I had this point in my previous list, but yah, together with all other emotions, anxiety comes, can be stronger than it used to, and goes.... but that's life, I guess

Life's good overall. Maybe I'm saying this because of weather keeping me up for the past few days, or maybe things are really going in the right direction, but this has been my persistent perception lately, and boy does it feel good. Not everything is perfect, obviously: I know I have things to learn, and even more thing to work through - I'm an evolving mess, but still very much a mess. But over the past year, and especially over the past 6 months I feel like I have developed at least to some extent, learned a good deal about myself, and can look a fair bit more brightly into the future at this point. Now, this sounded a lot more pompous than I meant it.

#trans #trans stuff #mtf #mtf hrt #hrt timeline #I think I managed to make it a little shorter than the first one of these #I'll keep it at this 6-month rate #so I'll have mostly forgotten about the previous one by now #and can go uncomfortably vulnerable again