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soracities · 1 year

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what are your suggestions for starter poetry for people who dont have strong reading/analysis backgrounds

I've answered this a few times so I'm going to compile and expand them all into one post here.

I think if you haven't read much poetry before or aren't sure of your own tastes yet, then poetry anthologies are a great place to start: many of them will have a unifying theme so you can hone in based on a subject that interests you, or pick your way through something more general. I haven't read all of the ones below, but I have read most of them; the rest I came across in my own readings and added to my list either because I like the concept or am familiar with the editor(s) / their work:

Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times (ed. Nick Astley) & Being Alive: The Sequel to Staying Alive (there's two more books in this series, but I'm recommending these two just because it's where I started)

The Rattlebag (ed. Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes)

The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (ed. Ilya Kaminsky & Susan Harris)

The Essential Haiku, Versions of Basho, Buson and Issa (ed. Robert Hass)

A Book of Luminous Things (ed. Czesław Miłosz )

Now and Then: The Poet's Choice Columns by Robert Hass (this may be a good place to start if you're also looking for commentary on the poems themselves)

Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World(ed. Pádraig Ó'Tuama)

African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle and Song (ed. Kevin Young)

The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing (ed. Kevin Young)

Lifelines: Letters from Famous People about their Favourite Poems

The following lists are authors I love in one regard or another and is a small mix of different styles / time periods which I think are still fairly accessible regardless of what your reading background is! It's be no means exhaustice but hopefully it gives you even just a small glimpse of the range that's available so you can branch off and explore for yourself if any particular work speaks to you.

But in any case, for individual collections, I would try:

anything by Sara Teasdale

Devotions / Wild Geese / Felicity by Mary Oliver

Selected Poems and Prose by Christina Rossetti

Collected Poems by Langston Hughes

Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein

Morning Haiku by Sonia Sanchez

Revolutionary Letters, Diane di Prima

Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved by Gregory Orr

Rose: Poems by Li-Young Lee

A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor / Barefoot Souls by Maram al-Masri

Deaf Republic by Ilya Kaminsky

Tell Me: Poems / What is This Thing Called Love? by Kim Addonizio

The Trouble with Poetry by Billy Collins (Billy Collins is THE go-to for accessible / beginner poetry in my view so I think any of his collections would probably do)

Crush by Richard Siken

Rapture / The World's Wife by Carol Ann Duffy

The War Works Hard by Dunya Mikhail

Selected Poems by Walt Whitman

View with a Grain of Sand by Wislawa Szymborska

Collected Poems by Vasko Popa

Under Milkwood by Dylan Thomas (this is a play, but Thomas is a poet and the language & structure is definitely poetic to me)

Bright Dead Things: Poems by Ada Limón

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire,

Nostalgia, My Enemy: Selected Poems by Saadi Youssef

As for individual poems:

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

[Dear The Vatican] erasure poem by Pádraig Ó'Tuama // "The Pedagogy of Conflict"

"Good Bones" by Maggie Smith

"The Author Writes the First Draft of His Weddings Vows (An erasure of Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)" by Hanif Abdurraqib

"I Can Tell You a Story" by Chuck Carlise

"The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" by Albert Goldbarth

"One Last Poem for Richard" by Sandra Cisneros

"We Lived Happily During the War" by Ilya Kaminsky

“I’m Explaining a Few Things”by Pablo Neruda

"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" //"Nothing Gold Can Stay"//"Out, Out--" by Robert Frost

"Tablets: I // II // III"by Dunya Mikhail

"What Were They Like?" by Denise Levertov

"Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden,

"The Patience of Ordinary Things" by Pat Schneider

“I, too” // "The Negro Speaks of Rivers” // "Harlem” // “Theme for English B” by Langston Hughes

“The Mower” // "The Trees" // "High Windows" by Philip Larkin

“The Leash” // “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance” // "Downhearted" by Ada Limón

“The Flea” by John Donne

"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore

"Beauty" // "Please don't" // "How it Adds Up" by Tony Hoagland

“My Friend Yeshi” by Alice Walker

"De Humanis Corporis Fabrica"byJohn Burnside

“What Do Women Want?” // “For Desire” // "Stolen Moments" // "The Numbers" by Kim Addonizio

“Hummingbird” // "For Tess" by Raymond Carver

"The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin

“Bleecker Street, Summer” by Derek Walcott

“Dirge Without Music” // "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Digging” // “Mid-Term Break” // “The Rain Stick” // "Blackberry Picking" // "Twice Shy" by Seamus Heaney

“Dulce Et Decorum Est”by Wilfred Owen

“Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”by Wislawa Szymborska

"Hour" //"Medusa" byCarol Ann Duffy

“The More Loving One” // “Musée des Beaux Arts” by W.H. Auden

“Small Kindnesses” // "Feeding the Worms" by Danusha Laméris

"Down by the Salley Gardens” // “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats

"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass

"The Last Love Letter from an Entymologist" by Jared Singer

"[i like my body when it is with your]" by e.e. cummings

"Try to Praise the Mutilated World" by Adam Zagajewski

"The Cinnamon Peeler" by Michael Ondaatje

"Last Night I Dreamed I Made Myself" by Paige Lewis

"A Dream Within a Dream" // "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (highly recommend reading the last one out loud or listening to it recited)

"Ars Poetica?" // "Encounter" // "A Song on the End of the World"by Czeslaw Milosz

"Wandering Around an Albequerque Airport Terminal” // "Two Countries” // "Kindness” by Naoimi Shihab Nye

"Slow Dance” by Matthew Dickman

"The Archipelago of Kisses" // "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel

"Mimesis" by Fady Joudah

"The Great Fires" // "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart" // "Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert

"The Mermaid" // "Virtuosi" by Lisel Mueller

"Macrophobia (Fear of Waiting)" by Jamaal May

"Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong" by Ocean Vuong

"Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou

I would also recommend spending some times with essays, interviews, or other non-fiction, creative or otherwise (especially by other poets) if you want to broaden and improve how you read poetry; they can help give you a wider idea of the landscape behind and beyond the actual poems themselves, or even just let you acquaint yourself with how particular writers see and describe things in the world around them. The following are some of my favourites:

Upstream: Essays by Mary Oliver

"Theory and Play of the Duende" by Federico García Lorca

"The White Bird" and "Some Notes on Song" by John Berger

In That Great River: A Notebook by Anna Kamienska

A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance by Hanif Abdurraqib

The Book of Delights by Ross Gay

"Of Strangeness That Wakes Us" and "Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky" by Ilya Kaminsky

"The Sentence is a Lonely Place" by Garielle Lutz

Still Life with Oysters and Lemon by Mark Doty

Paris, When It's Naked by Etel Adnan

#ask #anonymous #beginner guides

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oleanderunderground · 7 months

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Hello yes I want you to look at my cats, the orange boys are Taco Supreme and Big Breakfast, and our black cat is Tadpole! We found Taco and Bigs on the side of the road one snowy Sunday morning!

#cats #my cat <3 #my cats #meow #orange cat #orange cats #black cat

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pupkashi · 1 year

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sunday love

sundays with gojo are slow and sweet

hi hi !! my first post-finals post is of course gojo fluff <3 much needed after the hell us college students endure for higher education ,, so proud of all of u for getting through the semester !!!!! plz enjoy :]

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you’re the first to wake up, your eyes struggling to stay open as the sunlight peaks through the blinds. when they’re finally open, you’re flipping yourself over and looking at your lover.

his hair is everywhere, his snowy lashes are fanned across his rosy cheeks, he was holding you so close his body heat was keeping you warm enough for you to get rid of the blanket you usually share. his lips are slightly parted, the occasional small snore leaving his mouth. one of his arms is under your head, you’re resting on his bicep, the other is wrapped tightly around your waist, occasionally twitching and pulling you just a little closer.

you don’t wake him, instead you relish the small moment of peace and quiet in your life. the sound of the occasional car driving by, the wind causing the tree branches to scrape against your window a bit. the birds singing.

as best as you could you roll over, trying to wiggle a bit out of his grip, only for him to pull your back towards his chest, his head instinctively nuzzling into the crook of your neck. his hair tickles you a bit and your biting back a giggle as you reach for your phone.

12:37 p.m.

you set your phone down, a sigh leaving your lips as your eyes flutter closed again, scooting back and letting yourself melt into Gojo’s touch.

“you ‘wake?” his voice is raspy and deep, you smile as you turn to face him once more. “maybe, you gonna make me breakfast if i am?” he’s grinning at your words.

“I’ll think bout it if you give me a good morning kiss” you’re grinning as you lean in and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, squealing when he grabs you and easily pressed a kiss to your lips.

“toru! we haven’t even brush our teeth!” you protest, trying to pull away from him and smacking his chest. you knew it was helpless, if he really wanted to he could keep you exactly where he wanted to. but he always lets you win, pouting as he loosens his grip and let’s you wiggle away.

“you’re getting stronger sweets, that one actually hurt a little” he frowns, you only roll your eyes before sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling some fuzzy socks over your feet before standing up and stretching a bit.

gojo only rests his head in his hand, watching as his shirt rides up a bit, smiling when his boxers peek out from underneath.

“get up stinky, it’s almost 1” you tease, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “also you owe me breakfast” your lover only waves you off, falling onto his back and sighing dramatically.

you finish using the restroom as soon as gojo open the door, scooting behind you and pulling his pants down to use the toilet.

“what do you want from breakfast?” he asks as you wash your hands. you think for a little bit, smiling at him as he flushes and washes his hands next to you.

“blueberry pancakes please” you beam, his smiles at you, nodding his head before drying his hands and passing you the towel.

“you’re obsessed you know that?” you furrow your brows and scoff at him, placing the towel back and passing his toothbrush to him before grabbing your own and putting toothpaste on it, before putting some on your lovers.

“am not” you mumble, the two of you brushing your teeth in comfortable silence before bumping heads when you both lean to spit at the same time.

the two of you giggle, washing your faces and heading out to the living room. gojo heads for the kitchen, already grabbing the things he needed for your pancakes.

you’re quick to turn the tv on and put on the show you’ve been binge watching, settling into the couch and turning the volume up a bit. gojos watching you fro the kitchen, a smile on his face and he feels his heart grow a bit warmer when you gasp softly.

it’s twenty minutes later when he’s stacking your pancakes on the plate, an identical stack on a separate plate for himself. he places them on the dining table, going back to the kitchen and getting you a glass of water.

“breakfasts ready lovebug” he calls out, getting your attention as you pause your show, walking over the the dining table and sitting down.

“thank you for the food toru” you smile, the two of you digging in. there’s a moan leaving your lips as soon as you take the first bite.

“oh my god this is fucking amazing” you groan, already going in for a second bite, gojo only laughs loudly at your antics, thanking you for the compliment before going in for his second bite.

the two of you make some small talk as you eat, asking about each others week.

“no class tomorrow right?” he asks and you smile, shaking your head.

“nope! took my last final Friday afternoon” you grin and he smiles, “im so proud of you.”

“i don’t even know if i passed” you retort, his shakes his head, thanking you softly as you get up and take his plate to the sink for him.

“but you still finished the semester, and that’s an accomplishment in itself” he says, getting up and settling onto the couch, stretching and yawning as you finish washing the two plates.

“you know, you’re a pretty good teacher if you say things like that to the kids” you smile, walking to the couch and letting your lover grab your waist and pull you on top of him.

“itadori got me a ‘best teacher in the world’ mug so that checks out” he smiles, you can’t help but giggle, peppering kisses on his face.

the next time you check the time it was already nearly 7 pm, only grabbing your phone and moving from Gojo’s embrace to get some takeout for the two of you.

you don’t care the day has come and gone. the sun had said it’s goodbyes by the time you finish eating, laughing in the kitchen as satoru tries to help you with the brownies you’re baking, only to drop flour all over his new sweater.

the moon and the stars say hello through the slightly opened curtains as the action movie satoru had chosen flashes across the tv screen, both of you tangled in each others embrace, the plate of brownies long gone.

soon enough it’s time for bed again, but you don’t mind. satoru doesn’t either, in fact he’s grateful for days like these.

days where it’s just the two of you in your shared home, your love pouring into each other at any given moment, not a second spent apart.

#didn’t know how to end it bleh #i love himf #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru drabble #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x reader fluff

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litfeathers · 1 year

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Before Hunter's Palisman Observations... Before Lilith's Letter... Before Luz's Diary Entry...

A witch's quill scratches on paper, her eyebrows furrowing in thought as she fills a well-worn book with her thoughts and desires and fears.

She smiles at the yellow bird who is fast asleep on her extra pillow, and with a snap of her fingers extinguishes the light spells that had been illuminating her cozy bedroom.

She sleeps.

She dreams…

She dreams of a strange world. A world without magic. A harsh world of rules, and penance, and fear.

A man stands in front of a bonfire, the glow of the firelight dancing on his wild blond hair. He is surrounded by a screaming crowd, torches and pitchforks and fists waving in the air.

"No," she begs. "No, no, no, no."

She calls his name over the cacophony of violent chanting, her voice muffled by the roar of the growing conflagration.

He turns.

She screams.

Blood. Smoke. Fire. The flash of a knife. It all happens too fast.

He is gone.

...and she wakes up.

Welcome to Evelyn's Journal.

Credits: -The phenomenal cover art was drawn by the absolute legend @bananadramaaa. Thank you so much for your help! -The script and Evelyn's voice were written and recorded by Birdie (that's me!) -It's probably pretty obvious, but this project was directly inspired by the audio recordings a few of TOH's VAs did for one of Dana's charity livestreams. Look them up if you have never heard them. They are fantastic!

The audio and script will also be available at AO3 on (or some time after) Sunday, March 26th. You may find it at litfeathers if you would like to give this project some love over there too!

The complete script can be found under the read more, so you may follow along if you wish.

Grab a snack and get comfy. We have an almost 15 minute runtime! Enjoy! 🔥🪶

Scaburary 10th

I had to cover for Bileadona at work. She never showed up for her shift, and so Goldie and I were forced to make an unexpected trip to Bonesborough.

Extra disappointing, since I was planning to spend the afternoon in the garden with my sketchbook. I wanted to redo my blue jay drawing, as I am not quite satisfied with it.

Ah, well. I’ll draw in the garden tomorrow.

Scaburary 11th

UUUGHHH DAMN RAIN!

Goldie has been moping and staring out the window at the sizzling forest all morning, desperately wishing she could have her early morning flight through the trees. I have given her a handful of seeds to help her feel better. She seems pouty still, but has cheered up slightly. She is currently ordering the seeds from most to least appealing. Heh. This should take her a while.

Only two days are left!

Scaburary 13th

Work, work, work. I couldn’t stop watching the sunlight and shadows slowly move across the library floor and sighing impatiently. Bileadona happened by my cart as I was shelving books, and asked why the calendar at my desk is so strange. I told her it was an old-fashioned solar calendar from the bloodievil period. She didn’t seem to buy it, but didn’t push the subject.

I also made a quick…detour before I went home. Just to say hello to some dear friends. Some very special friends who are going to severely regret their actions from last week.

*evil witch cackle*

As an added bonus, I finally managed to nab one of their…creative drawings of me. It is now proudly displayed on my living room wall, just above the couch. Truly, it is a work of art, and I am humbled by their kindness.

I just hope they find my return offering just as humbling ehehehehe.

I have been getting more and more excited for every visit to the Human Realm. Not that I have been there recently. I most definitely have not. Don’t be absurd.

But anyway. This week has dragged endlessly! I cannot wait for tomorrow.

It’s nice to have a friend.

Scaburary 14th, Human Realm year 1623

Today was nice.

It was a Friday in Human reckoning, so Caleb and I enjoyed the usual supper on a blanket in the snowy woods. I made sure to include dragon bacon sandwiches and deviled griffin stew in the spread, as they are his favorites. And of course, a thermos of hot apple blood to warm us up. It was a marvelous feast!

He looks a bit better lately. His skin is less pale, and the shadows under his eyes are less prominent.

The moment I landed at at our spot, Caleb immediately asked me if I had anything to do with the recent vandalism of the Gravesfield meetinghouse. I plead innocent. He grimly informed me that someone had scribbled all over the siding, and that one of the drawings bore a striking resemblance to Goldie. I expressed my deepest sympathies for the poor soul who would have to clean it up. He further informed me that the words “Evie was here” were scrawled over the front door. I told him that since my given name isn’t Evie, it’s Evelyn, he was clearly looking for another culprit. He grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me dead in the eye, and told me, in the most fed-up of tones, that the drawings could move.

“Huh,” I said. “In that case, it sounds like you might have a witch on your hands. I hear they are pretty tricky to deal with, but seeing as you are such an expert witch hunter, you surely won’t have a problem rooting her out!”

At that he made such a ridiculously frustrated face, I could no longer hold in my laughter. It was the look he gets where his cheeks flush and his nose flares. The red even reached his ears this time! Fantastic.

He gave up at that point. He just sighed deeply and shook his head. But I could tell he was desperately trying to hold back a smile.

While we enjoyed our meal, we got on the topic of weather. After my previous deception, he didn’t quite believe me when I told him that rain boils in the Demon Realm. When I cast an illusion to show him a typical Boiling Isles thunderstorm, his eyes lit up brighter than the sun. As fun as it is to tease and banter with him, I think I vastly prefer those quiet moments between us. When the storm clouds lift from his eyes.

*trails off*

I can tell he’s lonely.

Last week, while we were on our owl watch, he mentioned offhandedly that he hasn’t received a proper hug in years.

I was about to feign ignorance and pretend to not know what a hug is, until I realized that…err. Well, we are two galdorpeas in a pod in that regard, aren’t we?

And no, I did not offer myself up. Because some walls are built for a reason.

Caleb is surrounded by pitchforks and torches and prying eyes.

His village is dangerous.

His brother has been asking more and more…questions.

I know I shouldn’t keep doing this. I know I can’t keep doing this. There is a line, and I am terrified that I am gleefully dancing towards it, and one day I am going to be unable to stop myself from crossing into something…

*deep sigh*

…something I cannot come back from.

I am unwilling to admit this anywhere but here. And this is difficult to write, even if my eyes are the only ones that will ever read it. But…

He scares me.

Hah! How silly is that? We’re the closest of friends. I am a powerful adult witch. And I am scared of him?

It makes no sense. Witch hunter my butt! I trust him completely. He is kind. Sweet, even. No matter how much sass and grumpiness he sprinkles into his words, it is abundantly clear that his heart is made of pure gold. His smile could melt snow. His soft words could tame the wildest slitherbeast. His laugh is pure music.

*embarrassed cough*

So, then. Why the fear? Why have I been finding myself so on edge around him lately? It’s incredibly frustrating.

Words are difficult to get out. My pulse quickens when he sits too close. I can no longer look him in the eye without my face heating up. What else could cause this but fear? It is clearly my body warning me that what I am doing is incredibly foolish.

Or perhaps it’s just the apple blood.

*sighs in frustration, then there is a long moment of silence*

No. I’m not that naive. I know it’s not the apple blood. It’s just that…I’m…

I’m not ready.

I don’t have much more I would like to say on this topic, so I suppose I shall end this entry and tuck myself into bed with a good book. Perhaps Goldie would like for me to read her another story.

Here’s hoping for some nice dreams. Titan willing.

Goodnight.

Scaburary 15th

I had the day off from work. I tried to draw in the garden, but my redo of the blue jay sketch came out even worse than the original. I ended up spending most of my day on the couch, half paying attention to a book I could barely focus on enough to read.

I had dreams last night. Dreams I absolutely refuse to relive by writing them down.

Please. Please, please, please let tonight be better.

Scaburary 16th

Oh, Titan. I hate this.

I have made a decision. A decision I am absolutely miserable to be making.

It’s something I can absolutely not back out on. Something I should have done ages ago.

Something I should have done before I got…attached.

No matter what, this will end in pain. But it must end. Before he is harmed. Or worse. I know what I must do. But it hurts. I have to protect him. This week will be rough. Please wish me luck and courage.

Scaburary 17th My chest hurts. My eyes are sore. Everyone has been giving me space at work. I am sure they can tell something is very wrong, but no one has pried. At least I managed to keep it together until I was halfway home. Be proud of my fortitude.

After I was done being sorry for myself, I got an idea. I am unsure if I will be able to follow through with my plan. But if I can find my courage, perhaps I can at least try.

When we say our goodbyes, I can at least ensure Caleb still has a friend.

I haven’t carved a palisman in years. Not since I made Goldie with Mother and Father. And not since they…

*chokes up for a second*

I don’t even know if I remember how. But there is a grove of healthy palistrom trees in the backyard. And I still have my knife.

I even know what he would want.

Fine. Tomorrow I will start carving.

Scaburary 18th I opened my journal to write, but I have nothing substantial to say. This week has been miserable. I wish it were Friday so I could get this over with. Goldie keeps offering me seeds to cheer me up. I’m sorry, Goldie. I appreciate the gesture, but not everything can be fixed with a tasty seed.

Scaburary 19th I sent Goldie to deliver my final rebus message. I got such an excited response back, I nearly lost it again. He has heard a saw-whet owl in the woods by the fields. He wants to take me out there to listen for it. Sounds lovely. I suppose it’s nice to look forward to one last owl watch. What should I do with the remaining Titan’s blood? Dispose of it? Donate it to a researcher? All I know is that I cannot keep the vials. Lest I be…tempted. I’ll miss the birds. Caleb’s gift is drying on the kitchen table. I wonder what wish he will make.

Scaburary 20th I am surprisingly calm. There is something to be said for allowing yourself to…feel. To let your emotions exist, acknowledge them, let them out. That isn’t typically how I operate, but perhaps it can be advantageous to…sometimes…occasionally…not bury everything? As much as I hate to admit it. I was even able to laugh at Goldie’s antics. She brought home a rattle worm and pretended to feed it to our new scarlet friend. She even feigned offense when he refused her gift by remaining silent and wooden. Silly bird! I don’t know what I would ever do without her. I think I will be fine. Once the dust settles. We will all be fine.

Scaburary 22nd I do not know where to start. It is late evening. I am sitting here in bed, journal in lap, as usual. But Goldie is perched on my shoulder instead of her usual spot on my extra pillow. Because my extra pillow is occupied. It is occupied by a blond human and a small red bird. Oh. He just reached out in his sleep to hug my waist. I suppose I’m trapped now. I’ve never been so happy. I’ve never been so happy, and yet so anxious? I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling or swooning or giggling since last night! How embarrassing. How completely and utterly embarrassing! ...Goldie, I know you are reading this. I can hear you laughing! Quit it! I think I’m still in a bit of shock-GOLDIE THIS IS PRIVATE. I haven’t quite processed any of this-I KNOW YOU CAN FEEL MY EMOTIONS AND HEAR MY THOUGHTS! I DON’T CARE! YOU’RE STILL BEING NOSY. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WERE BOTH SO OBVIOUS? I SAID STOP LAUGHING!!! Fine. You were right. Is that what you wished to hear? Are you happy now, you smug little feather brain? Good. Anyway. Where was I? Everything happened so…fast. The last 24 hours have been absolutely wild. And terrifying. And…intense. But I think I can finally admit something important, even if it’s only here for now. Let’s see if I can manage to actually write it. Goodness, my hand is shaking. Alright. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Here goes… *swoons a little* I’m in love. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams. *snaps fingers, and light spells are extinguished* Sung: You are not alone No matter how far you have flown Together we feel we’re at home In darkness light shines in your bones *As she hums the song fades out*

#The Owl House #Evelyn Clawthorne #Wittecouple #Witteclaw #wittewife #Birdie Chirps

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mynameismckenziemae · 3 months

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She’s a Fire-Epilogue

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

The End

(previous chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of smut, throwing up mentioned, pregnancy mentioned, lmk if I missed anything.

You officially became Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw 3 months later.

You had looked breathtaking in an ivory long-sleeved, lace gown. It was an intimate affair with both your closest friends and family on a snowy day in Colorado the day after Christmas. You’re not sure who cried more.

The evening after the wedding you departed for your honeymoon at an all-inclusive in the Bahamas.

You couldn’t contain your laughter at Bradley’s flush when his bag was opened and searched by customs, revealing all the sex toys you’d stuffed in there. He was equally aroused as he was humiliated as they rummaged through the items before zipping it closed and handing it back. His eyes were dark as he stalked over, dragging you to a quiet corner of the terminal to tell you exactly how you were going to pay for embarrassing him when you got to the resort. Good thing it rained the following day-your ass had paid for it dearly and you could hardly sit without wincing. Totally worth it though.

It was a perfect, relaxing week. Equal amount of time was spent in the sun as it was in your room, wringing pleasure out of each other in every way possible.

Like every good thing, it came to an end too quickly, but you were happy to get back home to Lola.

Bradley was called out to deploy only a few days later and even though you understood it’s his job, it was disappointing.

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It’s been a rough deployment too; 5 weeks in and you only got one short phone call. Not to mention you’ve been nauseous on and off for over a week.

You woke up in a sour mood one Sunday morning; your boobs hurt and were cramping so much that even Lola couldn’t cheer you up.

Must be getting my period, you think as you feed Lola. But you freeze when you look at the calendar. You were late.

You’d gotten your birth control implant removed shortly before the wedding. But there was no way you were pregnant yet. It took some time for your body to regulate when going off birth control, right?

30 minutes and a quick run to Target later, you’re shaking as you force yourself to not peek before the 3 minutes are up.

You startle when your phone signals that time up. Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes. Happy tears immediately fill your eyes at the two pink lines. It’s positive.

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You’re still sitting on the floor in disbelief a few minutes later when Sunny texts you and Nat. Nat didn’t deploy with the rest of the squad this time for some reason, but you hadn’t seen her as she went to visit family for a few weeks.

Sunny: Wanna have brunch with me?

Nat: Yes! I just got home last night from Dani’s. I’ve missed you guys.

Rowan: Missed you too, Nat. Brunch sounds great.

Sunny: Yay! Meet at the place on Park Street in an hour?

Rowan: Perfect, see you soon!

Nat: Works for me.

You get there early and snag a table, waving them over when they arrive.

“What can I start you off with to drink?” The waitress asks right as she sits down.

“Just water is fine,” you answer, pointedly looking at your menu while you avoid their eyes.

“I’ll do the same, thanks.” Sunny replies.

“Me too,” Nat smiles.

The waitress leaves and you finally look up.

They look between each other and you, looking like they’re ready to burst.

“I’m pregnant,” you all say at the same time.

Your eyes widen. “Oh my God! No way!”

“What?! You are too?!” Sunny says, choking on a sob as you both wrap her in a hug.

“Yeah, I just found out. Literally right before you texted. I’m still in shock, like…it doesn’t feel real yet. I wish Bradley was here,” you sniff, wiping your own tears as you pull away.

Nat smiles, eyes watery as well. “I found out at the pre-deployment screening. I hadn’t even missed my period yet. I told Jake and he was…ecstatic. My body hadn’t even changed yet but he was insatiable, didn’t even let me get out of bed the day before he left,” she laughs. “I’m a little over 7 weeks now. Does Bob know? How far along are you?”

Sunny shakes her head and dabs her eyes with her napkin. “No, and it’s the worst. I found out Thursday. I almost threw up at work when I was debriding a wound. I thought it was weird because it’s never bothered me before. I got home and took a test when I realized my period was a day late. I’m about 6 weeks. I wanted to tell you both in person.”

“I’m almost 6 weeks too, if my calculations are right. Wow,” you smile and squeeze their hands, “We’re all having babies, due at the same time. What are the odds?”

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Just as you finish eating your phones go off simultaneously.

Bradley: Just hit dry land. I’ll see you in an hour, Mrs. Bradshaw. 😘

Rowan: Can’t wait, Mr. Bradshaw. 😏

Natasha and Sunny are looking at their phones and you assume they both received the same type of message based on their smiles.

Hugs and promises to give updates are given before you all rush out.

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Your stomach starts to turn halfway home, and your mouth starts filling with saliva as you pull into the drive. You manage to make it to the bathroom before you empty the contents of your stomach, but not without startling Lola in your haste.

She timidly peeks her head in the door as you retch.

“I’m so sorry sweet girl,” you murmur, holding out the hand not gripping the toilet. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Her tail thumps loudly against the wall at your tone before deciding you’re forgiven. She lays at your feet with a huff.

You flush and curl up next to her, not wanting to get too far from the toilet as your stomach gurgles.

“Mama doesn’t feel good because I’ve got a baby in my tummy. You’re gonna be a big sister,” you whisper, rubbing her soft ears.

“Row? Lola? Where are you guys?” Bradley calls.

“In the bathroom,” you reply, sitting up as your heart flutters. Or maybe it’s your stomach because you’re back to throwing up as he enters the bathroom.

“Oh, Row. Are you okay?” He asks, too preoccupied to notice the pregnancy test on the counter, right next to the sink where he’s running a washcloth under cool water.

“I will be, thanks,” you sigh as he presses it to your neck.

“Is it the stomach flu? Something you ate?”

You shake your head, closing the lid and flushing again. He helps you to your feet and rubs your shoulders while you brush your teeth.

“How long have you been sick?”

“I’ve been feeling queasy for the last week or so.”

“Hope it doesn’t last too much longer,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

You pick up the positive pregnancy test and turn to him.

“Won’t be more than 9 months,” you smile weakly.

“You-you’re pregnant?” He whispers, his face pales and is suddenly white as a sheet. “Oh shit, I better sit down.”

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After he feels less faint, he guides you to bed and brings back a bucket before climbing in behind you.

“How far…when are you-just,…wow,” he laughs. “We’re having a baby, Row!”

“I just found out this morning,” you smile. “I think it happened on our honeymoon, so I’m due in the middle of September.”

“That’s amazing,” he breathes, resting his palm below your naval, “Did Nat tell you?”

“Yeah. We met Sunny for brunch this morning. She’s a little more than a week further along than me and Sunny.”

“Wait-Sunny too?! Holy shit!” He laughs in disbelief. “This is amazing!”

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You fall asleep in his arms and wake an hour later to his head on your thighs, whispering to the little being inside you.

“…and I can’t wait to meet you. You’re gonna be my little buddy, doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or girl, I don’t mind either way. Tell grandma and grandpa Bradshaw that daddy says hi and I miss them so so much,” he murmurs, voice thick with tears. “And quit making your mama sick, okay? You’re so lucky to have her, she’s the best. Just don’t make her mad. I love you already.”

You haven’t even opened your eyes but tears are already streaming down your face. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Bradley.”

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7 ½ months later:

Wade Michael Seresin comes screaming into the world first, followed by Owen Bradley Floyd right on his due date; already a stickler for being on time, unlike his namesake.

5 days overdue, Connor Nicholas Bradshaw finally graces you with his presence, perfect in every way.

The end.

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A/N: Well that’s a wrap! BRB while I go cry.

Anywho, let me know if there’s anything you want me to elaborate on or go into further detail (like the honeymoon—would it even be a chapter I write without at least mentioning a spanking? 🥴).

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mamaestapa · 11 months

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We Need to Talk…

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: The time comes for you to tell Joe some of the most life-changing news he’ll ever receive. However, his reaction isn’t exactly what you were hoping for

•word count: 3.6k

•warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, vomiting, crying, mood swings, arguing, angst

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January 25, 2023

4 weeks pregnant

You pulled into the parking lot of Kettering Health, yawning loudly and tiredly. You were currently having some major caffeine withdrawals. Since you found out you were pregnant, you have stopped drinking coffee. Even though you are able to have as much decaf as you want, you haven't been drinking any coffee due to the fact that it makes you nauseous anytime you're near it. After turning off your car, you reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed your bag. You reached into the bag and pulled out your favorite chapstick. For some reason, this pregnancy is making your lips and skin extremely dry. After putting the chapstick on your chapped, cracked lips, you fluffed your softly curled hair and stepped out of the car. As you made your way into the practice facility, you were greeted by Tee.

"Mornin' Y/n."

You smiled, happy that Tee was the first person you saw upon entering the building, "Hey Tee! How's it going?"

"Pretty good," he shrugged, "nerves are a just lil high around here though."

"Oh I bet. Film this morning?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, "Yup, that's where I'm headed now. We'll be watching film all morning," he sighed, "gotta make sure we're prepared for our matchup against the Chiefs."

The Bengals beat the Ravens 24-17 in the wildcard round, moving them on to a snowy divisional round. Joe and the Bengals battled against Josh Allen and the Buffalo Bills, and let's just say, the Bengals came to PLAY. The guys defeated Allen and the rest of the Buffalo crew 27-10. This upcoming Sunday, they'll play the Kansas City Chiefs for the second year in a row for the AFC conference title. If they win, the Cincinnati Bengals will head to Super Bowl 57.

"It won't be easy, but I have faith that you guys can pull out a win." You said with a warm smile.

Tee nodded, "For sure. It's not the defense stopping us that I'm worried about...it's their offense with Mahomes and Kelce," he whistled, "they're one hell of a scoring duo."

You chuckled, "It won't be easy, but think about it. You guys have outscored them before, multiple times at that. I truly believe one that you guys will beat them again."

Tee let out a breath and shook his head, "Shit, I hope so. You comin' to the game?"

You shrugged, stopping at your office door with Tee, "I'm not sure yet. Zac still has to let Kate and I know which one of us is going. I'm hoping it'll be me."

Tee chuckled, "Fingers crossed it's you. we need our good luck charm there."

"Awe, thanks Tee." you smiled, laughing softly.

"Of course. See you out at practice, Y/n."

You waved as he started to walk away, "Bye Tee, good luck with film." He let out a scoff in response, "Thanks, I need it."

As Tee walked down the hall, you shut your door and walked over to your desk. You sat down in the office chair and pulled out my MacBook. For the past couple days, your workload has been fairly small since the season is coming to an end. Normally, when you didn't have a ton of work to do, you would walk around the practice facility and talk with some of guys. However, this season is different. Well, at least now it's different. You have been avoiding talking to the guys the past few days--for good reason too. You're trying to avoid Joe as much as possible. You're still trying to think about how to tell Joe that you're pregnant with his baby. You knew it was going to be hard, but you never expected it to be this hard. As you were typing away on your MacBook, your mouth began to water and your stomach started to churn. You looked at the time: 10:15.

You sighed and got out of your chair. As soon as you were in the hallway of your office, you took off running to the nearest bathroom. Every day around this time, morning sickness hits you the hardest. Your morning sickness was only bad when you first woke up, and then again around 10. You were thankful it wasn't an all day thing like some women experience. You emptied your stomach contents until you swore there was nothing left in there. After flushing the toilet, you wiped your mouth and let out a sigh. Morning sickness was no fun. You walked over to the sinks and washed your hands, grabbing a paper towel in the process and getting it wet so you could wipe the corners of your mouth. You turned the water off and fixed your hair before wiping your hands on your jeans. You made your way out of the bathroom, looking at your shoes as you walked down the hall. Suddenly, you were on the floor.

Hmph.

"Oh my god, Y/n!" a familiar voice said in shock, "I'm so sorry."

You looked and saw Joe standing there, observing you with a concerned look on his face. He held his hand out for you to grab. As soon as you grabbed his hand, he carefully pulled you up from the ground. Your free hand instinctively went to your stomach, protecting the baby in your womb. Joe held onto your hand, a slight blush on both of your cheeks as you looked into each others soft eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brows in a concerned manner.

You smiled, "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, I should be the one apologizing." You nodded in response, "Okay. Well, I uh, I should get going. Bye Joe." you said quickly as you hurried off down the hall.

"Okay..?" Joe trailed off in confusion, watching as you hurried away from him. Joe stood still, his shoulders falling with a sigh as a slight frown appeared on his face.

Closing your office door, you immediately stood against it and let out a shaky sigh. That was a close one. You thought to yourself. You began to breathe heavily and before you knew it, you broke down crying. You've been doing a lot of that lately. You have been extremely overwhelmed, plus all of the added pregnancy hormones don't help. As you choked out a sob, you heard a knock at the door. Trying to control your breathing, you sat back down in your chair.

"Come in!" you wavered out, hiccuping as you wiped away tears from your cheeks. The door opened and a worried Zac Taylor walked in, holding a cup of coffee. Bless his heart. He placed the coffee cup on the small table that sat in your room. He grabbed a chair and pulled it up to your desk so he could sit for a moment.

"Y/n, are you crying?" he asked, voice extremely soft.

You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "No?" you said softly, wiping your nose that was dripping with snot. His face softened from his usual hard gaze, "Oh, Y/n..."

You choked out another sob, falling into Zac's arms. He instantly wrapped them around your body and gently cradled your head. "Shhh," he soothed, "you're okay..you're okay." he repeated, over and over, letting you get all of your pent up emotions out. As much as you were thankful to have someone comforting you at the moment, you had slightly wished it was Joe consoling you instead. Zac gently stroked your shoulder as your gut wrenching sobs turned into the occasional sniffle. Zac gently pulled your head up, frowning as his eyes scanned your red face. "Now," he sighed, "what's got you so worked up? Did I give you too much work? If I did, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

You shook your head, sniffing as you wiped your eyes. "N-no, It's not from you." you croaked out, clearing your phlegmy throat and taking a deep breath. You sat up straight and looked over at Zac. He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I um," you said hesitantly, "I'm going to tell you something, and when you find out, I need you to not say anything to anyone."

He nodded, "Of course, hun. Shoot."

"I've only told a couple friends, and now you. So you need to promise me, that you won't say anything, please?" You pleaded, tears pricking your eyes once again.

Zac took your pinky finger in his, "Pinky promise. You can't break one of those, yeah?"

You laughed softly at his response. Zac really does have a soft and joking side to him when he isn't on the field. You heaved a sigh once more, "A couple days ago, I.." you began, gulping nervously before continuing, "I found out that I'm pregnant."

Zac's eyes widened and a small smile appeared on his face, "Y/n...congratulations."

You smiled tightly, tears brimming your eyes, "Thank you."

"So, is this, is this good news or bad news?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"It's, it's good, I think? I'm just so terrified. I don't even know how I'm supposed to tell the father. Hell, I don't even know how I'm supposed to be a mom yet. I mean, my schedule is so busy, and, and the baby daddy's schedule is just the same as mine, so that-."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized. Oh no...I have said WAY too much.

"Hold on, his schedule is the same as yours?" Zac questioned.

You gulped nervously, knowing he was catching on, "Please don't say anything." Your eyes giving away the answer to his question. He nodded and placed a hand over yours that sat on on your thigh. "I won't, I promise," he sighed, "but you need to tell him, Y/n. He deserves to know about his kid."

You nodded, "I know, I know he does. I just don't know when to tell him...or how to tell him," you said, voice coming out as a whisper. Your lip began to tremble again as emotions flooded over you as you told Zac about everything. He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed the top of your head. It was a comforting, but friendly gesture. After a good ten minutes of silence, except for a couple sniffles from you and whispers of sweet nothings from Zac, you took a few deep breaths to compose myself and you pulled away from his embrace.

"Thank you, Zac."

He smiled, "Of course, kiddo. Hey, if he decides he doesn't want to be in this kids life, you let me know, and I'll have a good, long talk with him."

You couldn't hold back your giggle, "Okay."

"And Y/n?" Zac said softly.

You looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"No matter what happens, just know you have a whole group behind you, supporting and loving you and the baby every step of the way."

You smiled, standing up so you could hug Zac. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hugged you back, tightly. "Thank you so much. This truly means so much to me." you whispered into his shoulder. You felt him nod as he pulled back and smiled, "Of course. If you ever need to talk, or if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. The guys and I will gladly help."

You smiled warmly, "Thank you. I seriously don't know what I would do if I didn't have the teams support."

Zac chuckled, "You and me both. Is there anything I can do for you right now?"

"Hmm..." you trailed off, thinking about anything Zac may be able to help you with. Suddenly it hit you, "Oh! If it's not too much to ask, could I come to the game Sunday? Even if I'm not the media manager on duty?"

"Yeah, of course!" he nodded, "it wouldn't be the same without you there. Are you sure you can fly though?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think so? Women fly during their first trimester all the time."

"OK. As long as you feel safe flying, that's fine with me then," he paused, glancing at his watch "Ah shoot, I have to go catch up on some film with Joe right now. I'll see you later Ms. Hubbard."

Your breath hitched at the mention of Joe. Your face fell, but you covered it with a smile, "See you later. Thank you again, Zac. I really appreciate it."

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's no problem at all." he went to walk out the door, but stopped in the doorway. "oh, and Y/n. Congratulations, again. You're going to make an amazing mother."

You couldn't help but tear up at his words. He shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your office. You shook away all the emotions with a deep breath. You leaned back in your chair and placed a hand on your tummy, greeting your unborn baby while you typed away on your computer with your other hand.

~Time skip~

You walked down to the team cafeteria to get yourself some lunch. You kept it light incase your morning sickness acted up again. You got a chef salad, an apple, and a bottle of water. As you were paying for your food, you heard the commotion of the guys coming into the cafeteria. You contemplated on where to eat lunch at. The cafeteria or my office. As you thanked the cashier, you made eye contact with Ja'Marr. He swallowed whatever he was chewing before he greeted you, "Hey, y/n! Come sit."

You smiled, making your way over to Ja'Marr and sitting down across from him.

"Hey, Ja'Marr," you smiled, "how was morning workouts?"

He shrugged, "Eh, not too bad. I think film was worse though. Watching that and listening to Taylor yell at us is torture."

You chuckled and took a sip of your water, letting out a soft Ah before you spoke, "Sounds like torture."

Ja'Marr took a bite of his sandwich. "So, are you coming to the game Sunday?"

You nodded, "Yep." Ja,Marr smiled, "Great! Wanna rep my number?" he asked with a wink.

You let out a laugh, "I don't know. I already promised Tee I would rep his."

"Hey, there's two halves, do a jersey a half." he suggested, laughing lightly.

You smiled, taking a bite of your salad after you replied. "That's not a bad idea, maybe I'll do that."

Ja'Marr chuckled and went back to eating. As you ate your lunch, you saw someone sit down next to you out of the corner of your eye. You looked over and saw that it was Joe. You shifted nervously in your seat as Sam sat down right after Joe did.

Joe smiled, "Hey 'Marr, Y/n."

"Hi." you said quickly, averting your eyes away from him.

Joe turned to you. You could feel his blue eyes boring into you, "Y/n, I didn't see you out on the field today, what were you doing?"

You scoffed, "Does it matter? I was busy. You winced slightly as you noticed your tone was a bit snippy. You didn't mean for the words to come out that harshly, it's just your hormones are making you have terrible mood swings. Oh the joys of pregnancy.

Sam turned to you, giving you an odd look in response to your snippy remark, "It's fine, Y/n. He was just asking."

Before you could say anything that you might regret later, you decided to leave. "I gotta go. See you guys later." You said, getting up from the table and throwing away the rest of your food. You hurried out of the cafeteria and made your way back to your office. The guys at the table all watched as you rushed out of the cafeteria. Ja'Marr and Sam both looked at Joe.

"Bro, what did you do?" Ja'Marr asked, his eyes wide.

Sam chuckled, "Eh, I wouldn't worry. Y/n is probably just on her period. I love her, but when it's shark week, you never ask her any questions."

Joe just sat at the table in silence, suddenly losing his appetite he had worked up from his extreme morning workout. Why were you avoiding him all of a sudden? Suddenly, Joe stood up and walked over to the nearest garbage can, throwing his half eaten lunch in the trash.

"Dude, where you going?" Sam asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he watched his best friend start to the leave the cafeteria out of nowhere.

"I have to go talk to Zac about something. I'lll see you guys outside." Joe said, rushing out of the cafeteria. Meanwhile, you began to pace around your office. A sudden knock at the door caused your pacing to stop, and before you could answer, the door opened. An upset Joe walked I, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Joe-."

"No." he cut you off, "let me talk, please."

You gulped nervously, preparing yourself for what he was going to say, "Okay." you said, your voice slightly above a whisper.

"Why have you been avoiding me the last few days? Just when I thought we were both getting over the hookup, you start ignoring me. Why Y/n? What did I do?" Joe asked with a pained look on his face. He was completely lost as to why you were treating him this way.

You sighed, "Joe, you didn't do anything, I-."

He rubbed his face, "Oh bullshit, Y/n! You jumped at the sudden raise of his voice. You have never heard Joe get this loud before.

"I don't know what happened or what I did, but whatever it was, how could it be so bad that you have to avoid me?" You sat in silence as he stood and confronted you for your recent actions, "like earlier when you ran into me and I helped you up, you just rushed off! And then just now trying to talk to you in the cafeteria, because god forbid I try talk to you, you run away! Y/n, do you know how much that hurts? I mean, are you embarrassed about hooking up with me? Just, please, tell me what I did to you." His voice cracked with emotion as his beautiful blues began to water from both heartbreak and anger.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes once again. You knew you had to tell him. "Joe, please. Just let me explain."

Joe looked at you, a look of hurt and confusion in his blue eyes.

"Joe, I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that you won't freak out too much."

Joe's face softened, "Is everything alright?"

Not at all.

You nodded, "Yeah..just maybe it'll be a good idea if you sit down."

Joe sat down on the chair beside your desk that was still there from when you told Zac about the baby earlier in the day.

You took a deep shaky breath. Your palms were sweaty and your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. "So," you started, already fearing the worse, "you know how the morning after our uh, our hookup. you asked me if you used protection and I said no, but I did remember I'm on birth control?"

Joe nodded, giving you a look signaling for you to continue.

"Well...about four days ago I found out..."you paused, looking into his eyes as you finished, "that I'm pregnant."

Joe's eyes widened slightly as his breath hitched. "Y-you're what?"

"I''m pregnant."

His face went pale and he stood up, running his fingers through his hair. "Oh my god..."

You cringed, rubbing your temples. "Joe, I am so sorry.”

Joe rubbed his hands down his face, taking a deep breath as he plopped down on your desk, “I thought you were on the pill, Y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah well, I hate to break it to you but that’s not a hundred percent effective Joe.”

Joe sighed once again, his blue eyes void of any emotion. You knew he was in pure shock right now. You had felt a wave of many emotions when you found out about the baby, you can only imagine how he’s feeling right now.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you said quietly, voice cracking with emotion. You watched as Joe stood up and shook his head at your words.

“And you think I did?” he asked with a scoff. You swallowed nervously, “I never said that.”

"I'm not ready to be a dad."

"You think I'm ready to be a mom?"

The two of you were silent, both of you trying to process what had been said in the last few minutes during your important conversation. You weren’t exactly sure how you expected Joe to react to the news; however, you knew he wasn’t going to take the news well and be jumping for joy at the prospect of being a father. Joe walked over to the door of your office and reached out for the handle. He stood there, hand hovered over the handle and contemplating over what to do. You noticed his shoulders heave with a deep breath before he stood around to face you.

“I just,” he wet his lips, “I need time to process all of this Y/n.” With that, he hesitantly took his eyes off of you and walked out of your office without another word.

hey loves!

emotional rollercoaster of a chapter huh? well, get used to them because there will be a lot in this series ;)

do you think Joe will come around soon or do you think he'll take some time?

i hope you all are liking this series as much as i am! i'm having so much fun re-writing it. I feel like it's so much better with Joe. thank you again for all the continued love and support, it is greatly appreciated! you are all so sweet and encouraging, I love all of you🤍

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Sunday morning’s snowy breakfast :) Don’t worry, when there is no more diet hay (leftover from last year) Pirlouit will get fresh hay too... and he did return to eat the old hay, but only after making sure everyone had been made aware of his Feelings about it.

#crawling along #my videos are always a day or two late because my wifi takes so long to upload them…#ce week-end il faisait un temps de gueux aujourd’hui grand soleil #mais moins huit la nuit dernière quand même #et chaque jour sans faillir pirou fait semblant d’avoir oublié qu’il doit faire foin à part #et se précipite sur le filet des lamas #‘‘sur un malentendu ça peut marcher’’#et jour après jour je le renvoie impitoyablement à sa maigre pitance

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freneticfloetry · 5 months

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I has a banner! And also seven sentences exactly, once again full of angst — how fitting for a snowy Sunday.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tag love. 😘

His own grief had taken such a different shape. Maybe it’s because he’d known exactly who his mother had been for him, knew the way that she loved him in his bones. It’s an old ache now, dull and manageable most days and acute when the wind blows the wrong way — if he hears the notes of a certain song or sees a head of dark hair that falls with just the right wave, even catches his own reflection from a particular angle. He’d once been perfectly fine for more than a month, then scrolled past her perfume in an Instagram ad after a call at three in the morning. For years he’d given her the same bottle of Baccarat Rouge on her birthday, the one she’d worn every day of his life — after she’d taken him to Barneys or Bergdorfs and handed him a card so he could pay at the counter himself, only to let him watch her unwrap it later and feign her fawning surprise — and just the sight of the familiar box on the screen had left him in tears in his bunk for two hours. TK has a scar from the pain of losing a parent, the first love that he’d ever known. But Carlos has a wound, carved from grief and guilt, anger and questions, and a love he’d never quite known what to do with that now has nowhere to go.

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#seven sentence sunday #tag games #my fic #i'll post something smutty next time i promise

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kraro-school-life · 3 months

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✦ 7. 1. 24 ✦ 📓 ✦ Sunday ✦

Dark snowy study session mood ⋆⁺₊❅.

Today ✧⋆｡✎

It snowed today!! And I found my old digital camera, so I HAD to take some pictures. I love their vibe. School starts again tomorrow for me :/ How am I supposed to get up early again?? I am definetly not a morning person, going back to school schedule is a pain. Then only two days and my midterm exams begin :// Even though I studied a lot, I still feel underprepared...

🌱🌿🪴 - 3h on Forest ♫₊˚.🎧 ▷▷ Winter Falls - Stray Kids

Have a great day/night !! ~ ♦️

#studyblr #studying #study aesthetic #studyspo #student life #study blog #study motivation #study inspo #forest app #study buddy #winter #snow #study mood #karoriginal #karodiaries

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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nolan moyle angst??? it could be about anything rlly 😭❤️

Angst: “I would have never done this to you” w/ Nolan Moyle

*Sad ending*

Found Out Myself

Tonight Nolan and I decided to have a lazy night. It was a snowy Monday night in Michigan and I was away for the weekend so we decided to cuddle on the couch watching movies at his house with Grano and Jay. Nolan falls asleep halfway throughout the movie and his phone starts buzzing. He gets text after text before his phone starts ringing. I look up to see if this is waking him up at all. It’s not.

“Jeez, when did he get so popular” Jay says and we all laugh. I sit up straight careful not to wake Nolan up to peek over to see who it was before the call turns to a missed call notification. I touch the screen and type in his password being nosy.

“I’m nosy” I say and the guys laugh before they hear me say “Oh” softly under my breath. I grind my teeth together and swallow hard.

“What?” Jay says, snatching the phone out of my hands. He looks straight up to see my reaction. I take the phone back and continue reading through the messages. At this point I don’t care if what I’m doing is wrong because compared to what Nolan did, this doesn’t even come close. I scroll through the text messages of flirty text exchanges between the two and naked pictures of this girl to the first one reading it out loud.

“Oh look let’s see how they met. She texted him first saying ‘hey it’s Payton’ on Saturday night, on no early Sunday morning at 2:08am” I say, “Oh and then she messaged him the same day a couple hours later at 10:49am saying ‘Thanks for a good time last night. Can’t wait to-” I continue but stop to read the rest in my head. I take in a deep breath. Jay and Grano just look at me waiting for me to continue. I just sit and read the texts. Nolan only really entertains a couple of the texts but through reading them I knew exactly what Nolan was up to Saturday night. I put the phone down and sit there wondering if I should wake this piece of shit up or if I should just leave.

“What are you going to do?” Grano asks me. I stand up and throw Nolan’s phone at him. The phone hits him in the chest and his eyes shoot open.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Nolan says then watches me storm up the stairs to his room. Nolan stands up following me to his room leaving the guys awkwardly sitting in the living room. He comes in and shuts the door behind him. I stop stuffing my bag with some clothes that I have left here and walk over to him and breathing out angrily. “Wh-” he is interrupted with my hand slapping him across the face.

“Who’s Payton?!” I say already knowing the answer

“I don’t know who you are tal-” I slap him again. “What the fuc-” I go to slap him again but he catches my wrist. “Stop fucking hitting me!”

“What happened Saturday? And don’t give me some bullshit lie Nolan!” realization flushes Nolan’s face.

“It was a one time thing” he says and tears start flowing down my face uncontrollably. “I was drinking and you weren’t here, so-”

“So you cheated on me?!” I yell at him

“No, I-”

“What do you call it then? Because having sex with another girl while you are dating me is definitely cheating!”

“Please hear me out” Nolan says, coming closer to me.

“No! Get away from me!” I say pushing him away and grabbing the bag I filled full of my stuff. I say “We are over Nolan. Don’t ever call me again!” before pushing past him and down the hall. He follows me to the door and slams it back shut as I try to leave.

“Stop!” he starts and I step back to look up to see what he possibly has to say to fix this. “It was an accident! It didn’t mean anything!”

“No, hitting someone with you car is an accident, slipping something is an accident. Cheating on someone is not an accident!” I say screaming at him through my tears, “I would have never done this to you!” I say Nolan start to tear up a little

“Don’t leave me Y/n, please”

“You made this decision yourself when you slept with someone else” I say reaching for the door knob again, “Now move or I will throw myself out of the window to get away from you”

Nolan finally moves and I quickly leave shutting the door behind me ready to never see him again.

#nolan moyle #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine

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hushed-chorus · 1 year

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Hi everyone! I hope you are all well, and it was *amazing* to see so many posts on Sunday! We have a glut of fascinating fics incoming!

I'm in my favourite café and writing a bit of my Selkie!Simon fic. Here, have some words I just threw down. Here, Baz recounts an encounter which he, very dramatically, misread.

I glance up and down the stretch of sand. Yesterday, when I stepped onto my balcony to enjoy an early-morning cigarette, I had seen it. Snowy the seal. Lazing above the waterline, completely oblivious to the keen morning joggers. They know Snowy, and are wise enough not to approach a wild animal.

Sadly, the odious creature does not respect my personal space. I used to join the early-morning joggers, as though doing so marked me more of a local than a tourist. Until that fateful morning, when my head was so deep in the funk of newly-minted pining that I didn’t notice the seal. Not until it brayed, anyway. That strange, low, guttural noise that cut straight through my headphones, warned me of the mass of blubber and muscle that pounded over the sand and straight towards me, murder in its black eyes.

I ran. I don’t care that my siblings laughed. I’m not ashamed. They didn’t see the bloody thing.

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#simon snow #simon snow fic #selkie!simon #ocean bullshit #wip wednesday

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homunculus-argument · 1 year

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Sometimes you are woken up at 11 am By the love of your life, on a snowy sunday morning Taking out the rugs for balcony seats while the coffee brews Pulling a coat over your pyjamas and slippers over wool socks It's cold on the panelled balcony but colder yet outside The snow blankets the sounds of wind, and the glass shields you And you sit quietly with your coffee and your love In your little serene aquarium

The fresh cold air touches you, but can't cut through the blanket The empty coffee mug still steams in your hands A man from the apartment block across the street is outside He walks through the snow, holding something yellow You can't quite see what it is, that he is cradling like a baby He puts it down to the ground Oh, it's a puppy

The little golden retriever that you've seen him walk before The dog now leads the way, as the man reluctantly follows You wouldn't want to be out there, either

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moregraceful · 4 months

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dallas stars-flavor wip wednesday for morale (too many meetings)(too much coffee)(ran out of protein waffles)(kaiser stressing me out with how proactive they're being). please be very nice to me!!

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Sundays mornings in their loud apartment building full of busybodies and drunkards means one of three things: church bells for the good, sex for the damned, and rescuing the Johnston boy from his siblings.

Rescuing is a big word for it. Wyatt just shows up on their doorstep with his big brown eyes and empty stomach every Sunday morning and Jamie folds like a cheap card table. He’s a sucker, so what. Kid has a bunch of siblings and only half a plate of food every weekend. There’s like ten of ‘em crammed into a two bedroom apartment. Jamie and Jordie have plenty of space for the kid, plenty of time, plenty of food.

Today Wyatt is elbows deep in flapjacks at the kitchen table when Jamie leaves his room. Jamie slept badly, though he doesn’t remember why, and he’s usually up earlier just to get some peace and quiet before the day starts.

Wyatt makes a face. “Jamie, you drop a bottle of aftershave in your room? Jesus. Smells like Christmas in here.”

Jordie turns away from the stove and wacks the kid on the back of the head with an oven mitt. Wyatt yelps. “Don’t fuckin’ swear, or your ma will beat the shit out of me,” Jordie admonishes him.

“Jesus isn’t a swear word—”

“It is on a Sunday, kid.”

“Aw, Jordie, come on, I’m no kid.”

Wyatt is, if Jamie recalls correctly, all of fifteen years old. Too young for conscription during the war, at any rate. Thank Christ.

Jordie ignores him. “Jamie, how many flapjacks you want?”

Jamie holds up four fingers and sits down. Wyatt, who is a pain in the ass with a gentle, sweet heart, pours Jamie a cup of coffee and passes it to him without being asked.

“Thanks,” says Jamie. His voice is so gravelly from sleep that it comes out too quiet. He clears it and tries again. “Thank you, Wyatt.”

“Sure thing, Jamie,” says Wyatt.

Jordie says, “Wyatt, tell Jamie what you just told me.”

Wyatt stuffs half a pancake in his mouth and then responds. “New family just moved in downstairs, from California! Like America! They’re from Asia.”

“What?” says Jamie.

Wyatt chews and swallows. He stuffs another piece of pancake in his mouth before responding again. “I mean, they moved from California, ‘cause they’re on the lam. Not supposed to get married, with the laws down there, you know, white man and an Asian woman and they had a whole bunch of kids and they got found out and moved straight over that border, blew right through Vancouver and landed here. Almost all their kids are fully grown, but you know how it is in California.”

Jamie does not, in any way, know what it’s like in California. He has never been to California, will never go to California, has no desire to travel to California. Maybe the sun in the winter would be nice but he’ll take his overcast and snowy days like today first. “Sure,” he says.

“Yeah, so all four of them—no, six, but the oldest son all got drafted and he’s over in Europe, still, and the youngest son is still in America, so there are only four of them downstairs, but maybe the other two sons come home soon—what was I saying? Oh, right, so four of ‘em live downstairs now.” Wyatt swallows. “And the middle son plays hockey.”

Jamie sips his coffee. It’s still hot, which means he must not be up too much later than Wyatt coming over. Jordie usually starts coffee before Wyatt comes over, otherwise the kid will drink it all himself.

“That so,” he says after he swallows.

“Jamie,” says Wyatt. He almost sings it. He puts down his fork and clasps his hands. “Jamie, come on. One game. Just one. Please?”

“Don’t use those eyes on me,” says Jamie, frowning at him.

Wyatt’s eyes, if possible, grow even bigger and more pleading.

Jamie frowns deeper.

Wyatt says, with his eyes the size of saucer plates, “come on, Jamie, you’re not gonna let an American play a game of hockey with me before you, are you?”

“I might,” says Jamie gruffly. “Knock it off, kid.”

Wyatt can be a brat but he’s a good kid too and knows how far to push and won’t go step beyond. He drops the act and goes back to his pancakes. “Also heard the Finns are moving on,” he says casually, like that’s not actually news for both Jordie and Jamie, given that Jordie turns around and says, “Johnny, what?” loudly enough that Wyatt looks startled.

Jamie sets his coffee mug. “Where to?” he demands.

Wyatt looks confused at how badly they’re taking it. “Dunno. Home, I guess. I saw Miro in the hallway this morning as he was taking out the trash. He told me him and Roope are playing their last game today. I mean, the factory’s restructuring, yeah, and Finland’s taking all their native sons back, right? They got no reason to stay in Canada so far from home. War’s over. They’re not refugees anymore.”

He sighs. “I wish I could stay the hell away from my home.”

“No, you don’t,” says Jordie. “Ah, shit, I guess we gotta find two more players. Forward and a defensemen. Damn, I love the wheels on those kids too.”

“Maybe you can convince Mr. Johns to play defense again,” says Wyatt, perking up. “He was really good that one time.”

“Johnsy won’t do shit on a Sunday,” says Jordie. “Bartending wears him out. Ah, I’ll let Pavs figure it out. His farm, his rink, his problem.”

They settle into a comfortable silence as Wyatt wolfs down his pancakes and Jordie frowns into a cup of coffee.

Jamie slices his pancakes methodically. Even rectangles, just like when he was a kid. Cut ‘em just right and the syrup and butter drips down from the top to bottom. He’s always had a sweet tooth, always taken more syrup than he should. Wasn’t a problem once he was in the infantry. He didn’t have a lot of problems in the infantry. Well, maybe a few problems—maybe—

Cigarette smoke in the night.

Jamie should—

Wyatt drops his fork on his platter with a loud clatter. Jamie flinches. Jordie growls at Wyatt. “Sorry, sorry,” Wyatt says. “I just really like your pancakes. I don’t get anything like this at home. It’s special to me, you know?”

Netherlands could make a good pastry, but nothing that country had could hold a candle to pancakes on a Sunday morning with Jordie and Wyatt. Not one thing in the world.

Jamie watches the syrup soak through four pancakes and pool at the bottom of the plate. He smiles.

#this fic is making me so internally violent #but i am determined to finish in the next week and a half #because i gotta edit and i want it posted before becs visits #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #my brain hurts. but we carry on

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