#the current plan is to have my aunt and uncle and cousin over

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

#long post #some thoughts I’ve been having

[astraysimp]

𓆩⟡𓆪Hello hello! It’s 9mitm Friday! It’s our dumpling boy’s turn and man…..this one challenged me. My brain was working hard trying to figure out and plan this fic. LMAO, I enjoyed the challenge and hope you guys enjoy this chapter! XOXO

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: For as long as you could remember–once your cousins and siblings had found partners, got married and had kids- your family always asked when it was going to be your turn. You hated it, seeing as it got brought up at every family function, but when you and Hyunjin announced your ‘relationship’ last year they shut up….but they still asked about kids…..until you and Hyune showed up with your baby in tow

𓆩⟡𓆪Warnings: fake dating(to real dating) trope, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, reader’s family is kinda annoying, you and Hyun have kept your baby a secret(no ill intentions), fem!reader, petnames, if my math of baby’s age doesn’t line actually make sense please pretend it does :D

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Ah, Christmas dinner with your family. You loved it….but you also dreaded it. Aunts, uncles, cousins, your siblings, your parents, grandparents all asked when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, when you were going to have kids. It annoyed you to no end. That was until last year when Hyunjin had suggested that you two ‘date’ to shut them up. So, you did, appearing at your family’s Christmas dinner hand in hand.

“Wah, our y/n finally got herself a boyfriend!”

“Finally! She’s not single anymore!”

“A boyfriend?! Oh my god, you brought your boyfriend?!”

“When did you meet?!”

“How long have you been together?!”

“He’s so handsome! Where did you meet him?!”

That was all you heard, until you heard the “so, when are you having kids?” You and Hyunjin hadn’t known what to say, heck your ‘relationship’ was only a show, to shut them up. So, you didn’t answer, telling them, “oh, it’ll be a while.”

It ,in fact, was not a little while. You and Hyunjin had baby Iseul only 9 months later. But, opted not to tell your family, due to wanting to soak up and bask in your new lives as parents.

That brought you to now.

Currently, it was Christmas day and you were getting Iseul ready to go to your family’s Christmas dinner. You were already dressed, wearing a red dress, the skirt sparsely covered in gold sequins, a pair of nylon tights on your legs, a pair of delicate black heels on your feet. You curled your hair, tying half of it up with a bow, your makeup already done– brown and gold eyeshadow accentuated your eyes, blank eyeliner elongating them and ruby red lipstick gracing your plump lips.

Tonight, you and Hyunjin were going to introduce Iseul to your family.

A lot in both yours and Hyunjin’s lives had changed. Your( what started as a fake) relationship had blossomed into a real relationship, you had Iseul 5 months ago, you lived together, he gave you a promise ring, you met his family. Oh, did I mention, you had a baby 5 months ago? Because you did, and her name is Iseul. She is a dream, not fussy, has Hyunjin’s pouty lips, and doesn't cry a lot. You and Hyunjin love her, actually love is too weak a word.

Smiling, you looked down to see Iseul trying to put her foot in her mouth. Laughing, you gently held her legs in your hands, sliding a pair of tights onto her chubby legs. “Hi, my dewdrop. Are you so excited? You get to meet your grandma and grandpa, and your aunts and uncles?” You giggled, as Iseul held her arms and legs up. She giggled as you tickled her belly, high pitched squeals and giggles erupting through the room. Her laugh was one of your favorite things about her, the way she so effortlessly lit up your life with her giggle. Grabbing the dress from beside you, you carefully slid it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves.

My first Christmas

The dress read, across its velvet red fabric, white letters spelling out the words.There was soft fur, along the hem, neckline and sleeves. She looked too cute. Sliding a pair of matching socks over her feet, you smiled and tied her soft baby hair in a ponytail and added a bow. “Oh look at my baby girl! My baby girl is so cute! Should we show appa how cute you are?” You smiled, and gently picked her up, holding her on your hip, as you pointed in the mirror. “There she is! There’s my dewdrop!” You smiled, bouncing her on your hip as she giggled. “Let’s show appa, yeah?!”

Speaking of her appa– Hyunjin– where is he?

You,nor Hyunjin, could exactly remember when your ‘fake’ relationship turned into you actually dating. Was it when the two of you were relaxing on the couch of your shared apartment, his arms around your shoulders and your head on his chest? “We have to make our relationship look real, honey love.” He would tell you.

Maybe

Was it when he made you heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, for Valentine’s Day? “Happy Valentine’s Day, mumma,” he whispered in your ear. His soft yet calloused hands cradling your cheek, trying to wake you peacefully, where you laid in bed. “Morning, honey oat,” you sleepily grumbled. Your eyes slowly fluttering open to see a tray of breakfast— those exact heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries cut into hearts, a glass of orange juice and a croissant— percheched on your bed, with Hyune sitting against the headrest. “Made you breakfast, for you and the baby.” He blushed, smiling down at your half awake form.

Perhaps

Was it when you were at your 20 week ultrasound, finding out that you would be having a baby girl and the nurse beamed at you, congratulating you with a “congratulations Mr and Mrs Hwang”

Mr and Mrs.Hwang

You couldn’t remember. Your lives bled into one another seamlessly, the line between real dating and your fake show relationship seeming to disappear. It was easy. Easy as breathing. Sure, ever since you had become friends with the tall boy, you had pictured and thought of dating him. Wondered how his pillow soft and ever so plush lips would feel against your own; how it would feel to be held against his chest as he sang you to sleep at night. The thoughts always lingered in your brain, somewhere in the back. But, you never would have imagined for him to suggest putting on a show relationship to quiet your family’s ever persistent questioning.

Sure, you had also seen Hyunjin interact with babies, over your times as friends. And did it make you wonder about what it would be like to have a child with him? Yes, you weren’t going to deny it. Again, you never would have guessed it to become a reality. But, it was your reality. You and Hyunjin… sharing an apartment, welcome home kisses, having a baby shower, him healing you through. Your pregnancy.

He was there through it all, every step, milestone, doctor’s appointment. He was there. He had even picked out her name, Iseul. “I like Iseul, love. It means dewdrop. Our own little dewdrop,” He muttered, his large hand rubbing against your bump, as you two were laying in bed, one night.

Her nursery theme was his idea, as well. Themes of soft powder blue and a crème color flourishing against the walls. Hyunjin picked out each piece of furniture, as long as you approved of it, assembled them and built the nursery, filling it with his love. One of his, and your, favorite things was the mural that Hyunjin has painted. It was a picture of the sky, clouds gracing the ceiling with rain falling down, but in the spaces between the raindrops, was her name…

Iseul

Grabbing Iseul’s shoes and snow suit(one of those full body padded baby onesies) you headed towards your and Hyunjin’s shared bedroom? “Where’s appa, Iseul? Hm, where did appa go?” You pondered, seeing as he wasn’t in your bedroom, and the master bathroom light was off.

Where could he have gone? You thought to yourself, as you made your way downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Hyune? Hyunnie? Babe, where’d you go,are you ready?” You called out, entering the living room.

Then, you saw him– and damn, did he look good. His ebony hair was slicked back, a tailored Versace pair of slacks along his legs, a festive yet classy Versace crewneck on his torso, paired with a gold watch and shiny, black sleek dress shoes on his feet.

Damn, I’m lucky

He was preparing Iseul’s stroller, making sure a blanket was safely tucked in it, to make sure she was warm and had the baby bag sitting on the floor nearby. “Look, dew drop, there’s appa!” You smiled, as she giggled and kicked her feet in your hold.

“Oh! There my girls are! Hi my loves, don’t you two look so pretty?” Hyunjin smiled, turning around at your voice and seeing you standing there. Making his way over to you, he planted a kiss on your lips and Isuel’s forehead, before taking her into his arms. “My baby’s first Christmas! Are you excited, pumpkin!?” He smiled, as Iseul squished her small chubby hands on his cheeks, happy squeals and giggles leaving her mouth. “I think she is, huh dewdrop?” You smiled, adjusting her dress, before you adjusted the red bow in her hair.

Turning to you, Hyunjin smiled and kissed the crown of your head. “ I need to load the gifts and stroller into the car. Think you’ll be okay getting her ready while I do that, hon?” He asked, as you smiled with a nod. “I got it, babe. Go get everything settled,” you patted his butt lightly, taking Iseul back into your arms. With a nod of his head, Hyunjin put his long trench coat on, and grabbed the stroller and baby bag, slinging it over his stroller, “I’ll warm up the car, while I’m out there, honey!” He called, making his way into the cold night air, popping the trunk open and setting the stroller and baby bag inside.

Meanwhile, in the house, you had slid your own matching trench coat on and fastened its buttons, before setting Iseul on the couch, humming as you laid the opened baby snow suit on the cushions. “Let’s get my dew drop bundled up,” you cooed, gently booping her nose. Carefully, you laid her against the back portion of the jacket, settling her legs and arms in their respective sleeves. “One foot, and another foot and you’re all in!” You giggled, zipping up the zipper. Hyunjin had since reentered, to grab your load of presents, before leaning down to plant a kiss to yours and Iseul’s heads. “Look at my little dewdrop! You look so warm, did mommy dress you up?” He smiled as she kicked her feet, before he went to load the presents into the car.

Taking one of her shoes into your hands, you gently slid it on her foot, clasping the buckle shut. “One foot,” You smiled as she waved her arms around, looking up at you. “And one more foot,” you giggled, repeating the process with her other shoe. Picking her up, you grabbed your keys, phone and bag and made your way to the door. Turning the lights off, Hyunjin took Iseul to buckle her into her carseat. “Ready to go, my loves?”

The drive was about an hour and a half , to your parents’ house. Iseul had managed to fall asleep, and you couldn’t blame her, traffic causing a 30 minute delay. Cars bumping back to back, you had barely moved an inch. You weren’t shocked when you turned from your spot in the passenger seat, to see a sleeping Iseul on her car seat.

Driving during the holidays sucked.

But, you managed to make it, and once you pulled into the familiar driveway of your parents’ home, you smiled. Unbuckling your seat belt, you went to the trunk, grabbing the gift bags. You, carefully, made your way into the house, to be greeted by smiles and warm hugs. But, outside, Hyunjin was grabbing the stroller, setting a still sleeping baby Iseul in it, and the rest of the gifts.

“Hi,everyone! We’re here!”

Your parents rushed over to you, pulling you into their warm embrace. “Hi, love, so nice to see you! Where is that lovely boyfriend of yours?” Your mom asked, noticing Hyunjin wasn’t by your side. “He’s out bringing the rest of the gifts(and our baby) in,” You laughed, turning to hug your dad. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” Your dad asked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m good, how are you, dad?” You smiled, walking to the living room, after shrugging your jacket and shoes off, exchanging them for house slippers.

“Hi, yn!”

“Hey, where’s Hyunjin?!”

“Ynnie! So good to see you!”

Everyone called out their greetings and you smiled, giving them all a hug after you placed the presents under the, already full, tree. “He’s on his way in, we have a lot of presents to bring!” You laughed out.

You heard him before you saw him. Smiling, you could hear the wheels locking on the stroller as he was taking his jacket and shoes off. Any minute now and everyone would be in for a big surprise.

“Hello, hello! I’m here!”

And there he was. But, not only him, he came pushing the stroller in, Iseul still asleep, the soft blanket laid over her body. “And, we have a guest!”

“Is that a-”

“A stroller….a baby?!”

“When did you two have a baby?!”

“A grandbaby, oh my gosh!”

Needless to say, everyone was surprised, shocked, taken aback, confused. You laughed, as Hyunjin took Iseul out of her stroller and sat next to you. “Yep, a baby. Baby Iseul,” you smiled, seeing her stir awake. Gently, you tucked the soft fleece blanket around her body, ensuring her pacifier was shut in her mouth. But, they could also see a ring on your finger.

“What-“

“When?!”

“How old is she?!”

“What’s her name?!”

“Is that a ring?!”

Laughing, you looked over at Hyunjin, seeing him rocking Iseul in his arms. “Wow, lots of questions. But! I have answers!” You giggled, settling yourself against Hyunjin’s side, as he placed a kiss on your temple. “So, to start, her name is Iseul and she’s 5 months old. Uh, we found out we were having her after last Christmas,” You breathed out, as Hyunjin nodded. Clearing his throat, he looked toward you. “We weren’t expecting or planning on having her. She was like our own Christmas present, he laughed, “but, we really love being parents.”

“Why haven’t we met or seen her yet?” Your mom asked, curious as to what took you and Hyunjin so long to bring your baby around. Nodding your head, you smiled as Iseul was slowly stirring from her sleep. “Honestly, we just wanted to bask in having her to herself, for a while, before we brought her around everyone. Becoming parents was a change, a big one, so we wanted to soak it i, have our own memories built and just get to love on her.” You breathed out, hearing a soft whimper coming from Iseul. Hyunjin smiled and nodded, “there is absolutely no ill intentions. We just wanted to be able to soak in the new parenthood love and enjoy her to ourselves.” You both smiled, before Isuel’s whimpers turned into cries, she was hungry. “Excuse me, I think we have a hungry baby on our hands,”Hyunjin smiled, rising from his seat on the couch to grab a premade bottle from the baby bag and go to the kitchen to warm it.

It was true and you and Hyunjin loved the 5 months you had Iseul to yourselves. From the moment she was born, she had her appa wrapped around her finger. Iseul was born early in the morning,2:23 to be exact. You remember Hyunjin crying, as she was placed on your chest, her head covered in soft black hair. She has his lips, and nose but your eyes. She was—and still is— his greatest accomplishment.

Month 1 brought a lot of changes. A new sleep —if you can even call it that— schedule for you and Hyunjin, lots of waking up at the break of dawn for nightly feeds, lots of diapers and dirty clothes. But, also lots of smiles, smiles shared with each other and smiles shared with Iseul. Lots of baby giggles, gummy smiles and big brown eyes.

With each month, your hearts only grew, watching as her personality developed. She was a daddy’s girl, through and through. Loving to be held and sang to by Hyunjin. He loved to hold her small body to his bare chest. Looking up at him, her big brown eyes blinking, easily growing tired throughout the day. “It must be tiring being so cute,” he cooed to her, kissing her small forehead. Hyunjin had fallen asleep in the rocking chair by the crib many times. “Want to make sure she’s okay, honey love,” he’d tell you, a tired yawn falling from his lips. She was, and always will be safe, but he needed to be sure. But, luckily Iseul always slept through the night, easily.

By month 5, Iseul learned to hold a crayon. Thanks to Hyunjin. You would come home to see them in the kitchen seated at the dining table, coloring. But, your favorite sights were seeing them cuddling. It warmed your heart. You also loved watching Hyunjin feed her. It was such a mundane task, but it was the cutest thing to see. Iseul would be seated in her high chair, Hyunjin sat in front of her, and he’d swirl the spoon in front of her. “Here comes the plane,” he would say with a sing-songy lilt in his voice. Her small pouty lips would enclose the spoon and her face would scrunch up, mimicking the way Hyunjin’s own face would pout when he ate. “She definitely is your daughter, honey bear.” You would giggle out, as he used the spoon to wipe the baby food from around her mouth.

Returning from the kitchen, Hyunjin sat on the couch, a warm bottle of breastmilk nustled between Iseul’s mouth, as she fed. “I’m back, and she is less fussy,” he chuckled, knowing a full tummy would calm her down. It was true. Iseul only became fussy when hungry or tired.But, the drive from your apartment to your parents’s house had her well rested. Your cousin had peeped up. “So, there’s a ring on yn’s finger. When did that happen?” She smiled, pointing to the delicate stoned balanced between prongs and snugly set on a delicate band. “Oh that?” Hyunjin laughed, carefully handing you a now empty bottle, before softly patting Iseul’s back. “It’s a promise ring, a promise to never give up on yn or Iseul, and to always be here, no matter how hard it gets…..It’s also a promise to make her my wife,one day. Almost like a placeholder ring until then.” He smiled, as you carefully took Iseul into your arms.

Cradling her to your chest, you and Hyunjin exchanged soft eyes and loving smiles. “Well, we’re really happy for the both of you.” Your dad chimed in, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Thank you. We’re really happy,too.” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes watching as you rocked your baby in your arms, looking down to her with matching eyes. The world around you,Hyunjin and Iseul, seemed to disappear. It was only the three of you. Looking back up , you saw Hyunjin watching you. Smiling, you gently blew him a kiss. Which he gladly caught and pressed to his heart, before sending two— one for you and one for the baby— your way.

“Time to eat! Dinner is ready!”

Maybe, family Christmas dinners weren’t so bad after all. But maybe that's because you had Hyunjin and Iseul. Or, maybe because you wouldn’t be questioned anymore. Standing up, you hold Iseul in your arms, walking to the dining room, Hyunjin following you.

Dinner time

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Leo is streaming. His model is in his Unicorn onesie, slippers, and mask. He's on his blue inflatable chair floating in a virtual pool. River is on a inflatable table next to him. He's doing an AMA, were viewers can redeem 'Turtle Treats' aka channel points to ask a question anonymously. There is a sign that lists some restrictions on the questions, and if you attempt you will just get your points back.

River: How are things going with your crush?

He turns quite red, and calms himself a bit.

Leo: Things are going fine! We run into each other every now and then at the Restuarant. We went on a couple dates. We don't want to put out to much about our relationship for privacy reasons. Okay next question!

River: Are going to go anywhere else after you finish school?

Leo: No, I really like the clinic, and want to stay there. Plus we have some big plans for the place, like we set up a little cafe type area in the waiting room for clients who might have to wait for their appointments!

A sign saying Sponsored/Not Sponsored by The Caffeinated Turtle Coffee and Tea swings down before 'breaking off' and falling out of frame. Leo looks confused.

Leo: Who keeps doing that? Anyway next question!

River: Are you into any anime/manga? Any favorite from your childhood?

Leo: Kinda for both. We didn't get many channels that had Anime on them when we were little, and it was a while before we got the internet installed, so we may have watched Pokémon, maybe some random DBZ, but didn't watch alot of it because of fighting over what to watch.

Leo pauses to take a drink before continuing.

Leo: But I have been watching some interesting ones recently, like Cells at Work, My Hero Academia, and Black Clover. Though all of us have our own tastes, and I won't tell you what the others like, ask them yourself. Next!

River: Do you have any odd house rules? Not game rules BTW.

Leo: Well this needs some explaining. Okay, a few years again we moved to our current home after an accident destroyed our old one. When we got here we started some renovations, like putting a huge tub in one of the bathrooms that fits all of us in it with room to spare! It looks like an Onsen. Well that left us with one actual Shower, since the huge tub is more for soaking than cleaning.

Another pause to take a drink and catch his breath.

Leo: So we are kinda extra, and tend to have Shower Concerts that last a long time. So if someone else wanted to shower after they would have to wait. So since no one wanted to try making a shower schedule, we now have a waterproof speaker in that bathroom that we can all control. So we play a set number of songs, or a really long song, and have to end our showers when they finish, or else we add an annoying song to the list.

River: Chat would like to say that's very weird.

Leo: Yeah, but it's that or scream at each other to get out of the Shower. Next question!

River: Do you know any other languages?

Leo: Yup! I know quite a bit of Spanish, but I'm a bit out of practice, so I might mess up my words. And we're all working on our Japanese. Dad didn't really teach us, because he didn't think he'd want to go back after leaving his family.

River: On that note, Do you have any family in Japan?

Leo: Maybe? We haven't really tried reaching or searching, because the last time Dad talked to anyone from his family was like, (he's trying to figure the right number) in like the 80's, 90's, and he doesn't really remember if he had any cousins, aunts, uncles, and the like. We might make some attempts in the future, but it's got to be an agreed upon decision. Next question please!

The stream went on for a while longer with chat getting very excited about this new information, and some trying to connect information, but some just get knocked out for obviously trying to dig for more personal information.

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Bluey: New Beginnings

This is a short, one-shot fanfic I wrote after watching all of the current Bluey. I had been holding off on posting it for proof reading from others, but I want it posted before I switch over to the new year.

Hope anyone who reads this enjoys!

This is the story about a very particular family of dogs, living amongst many others in the country of Australia, and the start of a new and exciting chapter in their lives. This family was known as the Heelers, and it consisted of the father, Bandit, the mother, Chilli, the older daughter, Bluey, and the youngest daughter, Bingo.

One summer evening, the family had plans to spend an evening with other relatives at a fancy restaurant, a dinner they had been planning for weeks. “Come on kids,” Chilli said, “we don’t want to be late for our reservation!” Chilli and Bandit waited by the front door for their rambunctious daughters to come downstairs from their room. “Coming!” the children exclaimed as they quickly made their ways down the steps.

“Which restaurant are we going to again?” asked Bluey. “The nice one that has the fancy crayons you kids like.” Replied Bandit, ushering the kids out the front door. “And who’s going to be there again?” inquired Bingo, slowly skipping her way to the car. “Us, Uncle Stripe, Aunt Trixie, your cousins, and Aunt Brandy. It’s been a long time since we all had dinner, especially with Brandy.” Chilli explained in a rushed tone. “Which means you two can have fun, but not too much fun. We need you to be on your best behavior. Got it?” Bandit stated. “We promise!” the girls exclaimed.

The family got in their car and drove out towards the restaurant, and as they did, the family noticed a moving van parked in the driveway of the house just at the end of their street. Making them all a bit curious. “Ooh look, someone’s moving into that house. Does that mean we’re getting new neighbors?" Bluey asked excitedly. “It does indeed. To be honest, I hadn’t realized the previous owners moved out.” Replied Bandit. “I hope they’re friendly.” Bingo said as she watched the moving van leave her view.

The drive to the eatery wasn’t long, but the trip felt even shorter as the girls sang a little song, and the parents talked about what they were planning on ordering. Once they arrived, they struggled for a moment finding a place to park their car, but were lucky enough to snag one as another car was leaving. They all got out and met with Aunt Brandy, who was waiting outside the front door for them.

“Hi Brandy! Oh, it’s so good to see you!” Chilli said as she gave her sister a big hug. “It’s good to see you too, Chili.” Brandy said as she returned her sister’s hug. “Bandit, glad to see you’re no longer eaten by a cheetah.” Brandy said jokingly as she hugged the blue Heeler. “And how are my nieces doing?” Brandy asked as she knelt to hug the two young dogs. “We promised to be on our best behavior tonight.” Bluey said, changing her voice to a mockingly fancy tone. “We will be making only the prettiest of crayon drawings.” Bingo said, mimicking her sister.

“You haven’t seen Stripe or Trix yet, have you?” Chilli asked as she looked around for the other Heelers. “I haven’t, sorry.” Brandy replied. “I’m sure they’ll be here shortly. I say we get in and grab our table before someone knicks it.” Bandit said as he opened the door to the restaurant. They all went in and were shown to their table, passing by large potted plants and a big aquarium filled with all sorts of marine life. The children were stricken with awe at the sight of it all, showered upon by the atmosphere lit up by golden chandeliers.

The family was seated in a large table just enough in view of the front door, which was perfect so they could keep an eye on the remaining party members. Shortly after, however, Chilli got a text on her phone. “Oh no! Trix just texted me, Muffin and Socks got sick so they can’t make it.” Chilli explained in a sad tone. “Are they going to be alright?” Bluey asked, concerned for her cousins. “Yeah, they’re going to be okay. Probably ate something they shouldn’t have at lunch.” Chilli said as she put her phone away, “I guess we’ll have to eat without them.”

Bingo felt sorry for her cousins, unable to draw with the fancy crayons and eat the yummy food. But something caught her attention as she heard an unfamiliar voice at the entrance, with an unfamiliar accent.

“Good evening. I’d like a table for me and my son here.” The voice came from a tall white dog wearing dark sunglasses. He had to be the tallest dog Bingo has ever seen in her life, and in his arms was a little dog with a cream-colored fur who looked to be only slightly older than her. “I’m sorry sir, but we haven’t gotten any tables left.” Said the reservations attendant. “Really? Nuts, that’s a shame!” said the dog as he looked at his son, “Sorry champ, looks like we’ll have to find another place to eat dinner tonight.”

The young dog’s ears drooped, “Okay daddy.” Bingo felt sad that they couldn’t eat at the fancy restaurant, but then she got an idea. “Dad, can they come eat with us? They have nowhere to sit, but we have spots for them because Uncle Strip and them can’t come!” Bingo said, pointing at the pair up front. “I’m not so sure, Bingo, we don’t even know them.” Bandit said scratching his neck. “Oh, why not? Maybe he’ll help with the bill?” Brandy protested, not taking her eyes off the father and his son. “Alright, alright. Bluey, you’re small and fast, go tell them they can come eat with us.” Bandit instructed. “Okay dad!” Bluey said as she hopped from her seat and made her way to the front door. “Excuse me, sir? More people were supposed to show up for dinner but couldn’t come. Would you like to eat with us?” Bluey asked, stopping the dog before he walked out. “Really? We would be very grateful, thank you!” the dog said excitedly, tail wagging.

Bluey nodded as she led the two to their table, the tall white dog sitting next Aunt Brandy, and his son next to him. “Hello everyone, thank you so much for letting us join you, I honestly don’t mean to intrude.” The dog said. “My name is Leo Wolfgang, and this is my son, Wasabi.” Leo said happily as he gestured towards his son. “Hello.” Wasabi said, giving everyone a little wave. “No worries, mate. I’m Bandit, this is my wife Chilli, her sister Brandy, and our daughters, Bluey and Bingo. Where are you two from?” Bandit reached out to shake hands with Leo which he gladly returned.

“We’re from the United States. Just got in today actually.” Leo said. “Is everyone from the United States as tall as you?” Bluey asked, very interested in meeting someone from another country. "Oh, you noticed that huh? Not a lot of dogs are tall like me. I’m only tall because I’m a wolfdog, part wolf and part husky to be exact.” Leo explained. Bluey and Bingo’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Wolfdog!?”

Chilli and Bandit looked at each other with concern because they knew that their kids were going to have tons of questions. “Now girls, before you start asking all the questions, I’m sure you both have, we should order our food.” Chilli said sternly. After the group ordered their food and drinks, Bluey and Bingo began asking their questions while they colored away on their provided pages.

“So, what’s it like being a wolfdog?” Bluey asked. “It’s not that different from being an ordinary dog, I’m just big.” Leo replied as he took off his large sunglass, revealing a large pair of pink-colored eyes.

“Ooh, you have such pretty pink eyes!” Bingo exclaimed. “Oh my, you’re albino?” Brandy asked suddenly. “Huh? What’s that?” Bluey asked with confusion. “It’s a medical condition that affects my body and takes out all the color of my skin, fur, and eyes. It also makes me sensitive to sunlight, so I wear special sunglasses and use special sunblock.”

“My, my, Mr. Wolfgang, you sure are quite the interesting character,” Brandy said, “but, then how did you have Wasabi?” Bluey and Bingo were once again puzzled, “what does she mean Mr. Wolfgang?” Bingo asked. “Oh, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Brandy started as she realized what she had said, but Leo gave her a look of reassurance. “No need to worry, that’s perfectly fine. You see kids, a lot of those affected with albinism are not able to have babies.” Leo explained calmly.

“So, you’re not a wolfdog, Wasabi?” Bluey asked the young dog, who was very focused on drawing a picture of a lizard. “Huh? Oh, no. I’m a Samoyed, and my daddy adopted me!” Wasabi said with a smile before going back to his drawing. Chilli, Bandit, and Brandy’s eyes grew sympathetic towards the child. Brandy even found herself clutching her hand over her heart. Leo went on to lighten the mood as everyone enjoyed their meals.

“Which of your parents is a wolf?” Bingo asked, wanting to learn more about Mr. Wolfgang. “My dad’s a wolf, and my mom’s a Husky.” Leo responded. “Do you have an siblings?” Bluey asked.  “No, I don’t have any, but I do have lots of cousins.” Leo said, emphasizing on the amount. He told them all about the different sites in America, as well as animals and food. Wasabi talked to the children about the games he plays and how he learns everything at home. Occasionally, Brandy would catch Wasabi staring at her, and each time she looked at him, he would give her a big smile. When his dad asked him why he keeps staring at her, Wasabi simply replied, “because I think she’s pretty.”

“So, Leo, how long are you Wasabi here on holiday?” Bandit asked. “Holiday? Oh no, this is our new home. We just moved in!” Leo answered excitingly. The family’s ears all perked up after hearing this. “Big house at the opposite end of a one-way street?” Chilli asked. “Yeah, you know the place?” Leo responded. “Yeah, that’s our street!” Bluey exclaimed. “We’re gonna be neighbors!” Bingo celebrated. “Wow what a small world! You here that champ? The Heelers are going to be our new neighbors!” Leo said rustling Wasabi’s head. “Hooray!” Wasabi threw his hands in the air in excitement, which was then followed by a noise coming from under the table.

“Uh oh. Daddy, my leg fell off again.” Wasabi said, shaking his father’s arm. The table fell silent as they all looked at Wasabi. “Did he say his leg…fell off?” Chilli asked. “Yeah, it happens from time to time,” Leo said as he reached under the table, “here it is! Now let’s get this back on bud.” Leo held up a prosthetic leg with the same coloration as Wasabi’s fur.

“Aaah, it is a leg! His leg fell off!” Bingo exclaimed. “I was in an accident when I was a baby. I lost part of my left leg.” Wasabi said as he was stood up so that his prosthetic could be reattached. “Made it myself. That’s what I do for a living actually, I design and make prosthetic limbs for those who need them.” Leo explained, making sure Wasabi’s leg was on tight.

“Does it hurt?” Bluey asked. “No, but I do get ghost itchies sometimes.” Wasabi said as he sat back down. “What are ghost itchies?” Bingo asked. “It’s where you feel like you have an itch on somewhere you can’t scratch anymore because it isn’t there.” Bandit explained. “There was a severe car crash one night. His parents didn’t make it and his leg was so banged up they had to amputate. That’s actually where I met Wasabi, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him going through life by himself. So, I adopted him, and it was the best decision I ever made.” Leo explained quietly to the parents.

“Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom.” Wasabi said suddenly. “Oh okay. We’ll be right back.” Leo said as he got up to escort his son to the bathroom. They now noticed that Wasabi has a bit of a limp in his walk due to his prosthetic.

“I like them.” Bluey stated. “Oh yes, they are very interesting.” Bingo added. “I agree. I hope we become good family friends.” Chilli toasted. Chilli then felt a tap on her shoulder from her husband, “hey babe, look at Brandy.” Bandit whispered. Chilli turned to see that Brandy was still staring in the direction of where Leo and Wasabi went. “You doing okay, sis?” Chilli asked, nudging her sister’s shoulder. “Oh! Y-yeah, I’m alright. They sure are something huh?” Brandy said with a hint of embarrassment.

Chilli and Bandit gave each other a smug look. Time passed and everyone had finished their meals. Leo was so grateful for the Heeler’s generosity he returned the favor by paying for the entire dinner. The Heelers said goodbye to the Wolfgangs and Aunt Brandy, and as they drove away Chilli was watching through one of the mirrors that her sister and Leo were still talking. A big grin came to her face when she saw Brandy write something down on a piece of paper and give it to Leo, both of their tails wagging.

“Babe, she actually did it!” Chilli said excitedly. “Aw, did I miss it!?” Bandit said trying to catch the act in the mirror. “What did you miss?” Bluey asked suspiciously. “We think your aunt likes Mr. Wolfgang.” Chilli said in a cheeky tone. The girls looked at each other and giggled. The family enjoyed their ride back home, knowing that they’ll see their new neighbors soon.

Days turned to weeks, which then turned to months. The Heeler family had become great friends with the Wolfgangs. They introduced them to their community that they know and love, to the food that they loved to eat, and the games they liked to play. The Wolfgangs in return, introduced the Heelers to foods and games they had back in America. And of course, they all had their fun with their differences in vocabulary.

Bluey and Bingo introduced Wasabi to their cousins, Muffin and Socks. The two girls took some time getting used to Wasabi’s handicap, but in the end, they saw him as any other kid they can play with. Wasabi showed interest in wanting to go to school with other kids so he could make more friends, so his dad had him enrolled. Wasabi ended up being in Bluey’s class where she got to introduce him to all her friends.

As more time went on, the Heelers got to see more and more of Wasabi after his dad started dating Aunt Brandy. Wasabi would come over for play dates while his dad and Brandy went on real dates. The children would play their games, and sometimes talk about what the adults were doing on their romantic dates.

This would continue for several months, until one fateful day.

Bluey, Bingo, and Wasabi were all in the kitchen drawing with crayons and talking about what they want to do in the future. “I think I want to go to space when I grow up.” Bingo said and she doodled a crayon rocket ship. “I want to build robots when I grow up. The robots would take care of all the hard work so that everyone can relax and play!” Wasabi exclaimed excitedly. Bluey was about to speak when the tablet began ringing, “Oh, who could that be?” Bluey asked as she picked up the tablet to answer.

She was surprised to see it was her Aunt Brandy video calling them, “hi Aunt Brandy!” Bluey said happily as she waved to her aunt on the screen. “Hi Bluey! Where’s your mum, I need to talk to her!” Brandy sounded very excited for some reason. “Okay, let me get her…Mom, Aunt Brandy is calling for you!” Bluey shouted into the house so that her mother could hear her.

A few moments later Chilli walked into the kitchen wondering what all the fuss was about. “Hey sis, what’s up? You look like you’re about to pop.” Chilli said as she took the tablet from Bluey. “He finally did it, Leo asked me to marry him, and I said yes!” Brandy squealed in excitement as she showed her sister the engagement ring on screen. “Brandy that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you! Any details about the wedding?” Chilli’s tail was wagging vigorously for her sister. “Nothing yet, lots to plan. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” Brandy asked. “Of course I will, I’m your sister! I would have been devastated if you hadn’t asked me.” Chilli replied, joking about the last part. “Thanks Chilli, you’re the best! We’ll be by tomorrow morning to pick up Wasabi, bye!” Brandy said before ending the video call. “Bye sis, don’t have too much fun.” Chilli said in a cheeky tone before hanging up the tablet.

Chilli turned around to find the three kids standing in front of her, eyes wide, and tails wagging, “a wedding!?” They all shouted. “You all heard that did you? It’s true, looks like Leo and Brandy are getting married. But we don’t have any details yet, so we’ll all need to be patient until they tell us.” Chilli told the excited children. “Mrs. Heeler, does that mean Brandy is going to be my new mommy?” Wasabi asked with big, hopeful eyes. Chilli couldn’t help but give him a reassuring smile as she knelt to his level. “Yes, it does, Wasabi. And do you know what else that means?” Chilli asked him. “What?” Wasabi asked back, confused. “It means you’ll be our new cousin!” Bingo said, jumping for joy. The kids then all celebrated with a momentous, “hooray!”

Plans for the wedding were underway as more time had passed. Leo and Brandy decided not to have too big of a wedding because Leo has a very extensive family. Everyone who was invited said they would be able to attend, which included: the Heelers, Stripe’s family, Nana Heeler, Grandpa Mort, Leo’s parents, and the closest of Leo’s cousins. Wasabi was made the ring bearer while Bluey, Bingo, and Muffin were all made flower girls. There was going to be a special wedding cake, a band, lots of delectable food, and it wouldn’t be a wedding without a photographer.

The wedding was planned to be late fall because Leo’s family needed to fly in from America and didn’t want any delays or nasty weather interfering with the flight. The ceremony was set to take place outside, while the reception moves into a large gallery they had reserved. After all the preparations were made, and all the fine details made to perfection, the day had arrived.

Before the ceremony, everyone had the chance to mingle and meet one another. The Heelers met Leo’s parents first, Dusty, his mother, and Timber, his father. Timber, being a full-blooded wolf, towered over the other dogs, just like his son. His fur was a dark gray, he wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and he walked with a cane. Dusty was an average sized husky with gray and white fur. She seemed to have a lot of energy for an elderly woman, and she was so excited to meet everyone.

Then there were Leo’s cousins, a group of three huskies who introduced themselves from oldest to youngest: Buckets, Bolt, and Danger. Buckets was a male, black and white husky who works at a tree farm in Alaska. Bolt was male, brown husky who’s training for the next Olympics. Lastly, Danger was a female, red husky who works in pyrotechnics. They were Leo’s closest relatives growing up, almost inseparable, and they said they wouldn’t miss this wedding for anything in the world.

Bluey and Bingo were disappointed there weren’t any other kids for them to meet, but Wasabi explained his other cousins weren’t able to come and if they did, they would have needed a much bigger party room to celebrate.

After everyone had gotten to know each other better, it was time for the ceremony. The flower girls danced around dropping colorful petals along the ground, while Wasabi followed suit behind them holding the rings. The room was filled with tension, joy, anxiety, and love as everyone watched the bride walk down the aisle towards her groom at the altar. They exchanged their vows as they gave each other their rings and sealed it all with a kiss as the bride and groom became husband and wife. There was cheering, clapping, tail wagging, and a big wolf howl from Timber.

Everyone then went into the big ball room for the reception where they had food, drinks, and plenty of music. But before things got started, Cousin Buckets had a speech prepared. “Hey everyone! Best man Buckets here! Just wanted to say a few words for the newlyweds before we get too crazy. I wanted to say how happy I am for Leo and his new wife, Brandy. I’m glad I got to be here and witness these families coming together, and I know everyone else back home would have loved to be here too. They do send their best wishes though! Growing up, we knew Leo was different, and we respected him and loved him. I see him more like a brother to me than a cousin. I’m glad he found someone to love and share his life with. Cheers!” Buckets said as he raised a toast, to which everyone raised a glass in response.

Before he sat down, Buckets saw Wasabi tugging at his sleeve. “What’s up champ?” Buckets asked as he knelt. Wasabi whispered into Buckets’ ear, gripping a folded piece of paper. “You got it, bud!” Buckets picked up Wasabi and tapped on the microphone to get everyone’s attention. “Excuse me everyone, I know we’re all hungry, but Wasabi here says he wrote his own speech for this occasion.”

Leo and Brandy looked at each other excitedly, wondering what the little Samoyed was going to say. “Thank you everyone for being here. I would like to thank my new Uncle Bandit for helping me write this speech. When I met Miss Brandy and her family at the restaurant, I thought she was the prettiest lady I had ever seen. Whenever she looked at me, I couldn’t help but smile, and whenever she smiled, my tail would wag with happiness. Sometimes I could tell that my dad was sad because he didn’t have a wife, or that I didn’t have a mom. But now, my daddy is very happy because he has a wife, and not only does he have a new wife, but I have a new mommy!” After hearing the speech Brandy got up from her seat and ran over to the little boy and hugged him tightly as happy tears ran down her face. The crowd applauded Wasabi’s speech and affection for his parents. “I love you, my little champion, and I’m going to love you forever.”  Brandy whispered to her new son, and she kissed his head as she held him tight.

The reception went on naturally; with food, drinks, dancing, and plenty of photographs. After the hours flew, and the liveliness calmed down, Leo, Brandy, and Wasabi all went home as a family for the first time. Where they would live happily forever, and ever.

#bluey #bluey cartoon #fanfic #one shot #bluey heeler #bandit heeler #chili heeler #bingo heeler #aunt brandy #fan fic #short story #long post

[robotnik-mun]

The Australia Connection

So, not too long ago, it was revealed that DIC had planned to make a fourth Sonic show, and probably the wildest one yet- a show focusing not on Sonic, but a spinoff focusing on his cousins. Said cousins live on an asteroid and solve mysteries while attending high school, and are a part of the school news team.

Yeah, like I said- pretty damn wild. But! One thing to note is that the Asteroid the cousins live on is described as being akin to Australia, and that Sonic's aunt and uncle run a combination diner/repair depot. And this got me to thinking of the origins of Sonic... and why Mobius was denied the glory of Pub Rock.

What am I getting at?

Well, Sonic's earliest given origins have him as a native of a place called Christmas Island. Christmas Island in the real world is an Australian territory.

Why is that significant? Well, you now who else is an Australian? Or rather, a 'Downundan'? Vector the Crocodile!

Yep, in Archie Sonic #212 Vector was revealed to have originally been a native of Downunda, Mobius' version of Australia, and his current accent was the result of covering up his natural one. Why is that significant, you ask? Because once upon a time, Vector was in a band with Sonic.

And thus, the origin comes together-

Sonic was originally born on Christmas Island, while his extended family lived on the mainland. When he had time he'd visit said family, and gradually met with other musically inclined youngsters and started up a band. Using his uncle's diner as a venue, Sonic and the gang would get their start performing for his aunt and uncle's customers, and even managed to make a small name for themselves.

Aaand then it all went to shit when THIS guy showed up.

You can probably guess the rest- Sonic's burgeoning career as a rock star comes to a sudden and crashing end as Eggman's attack prompts him to fight back, leading him to becoming a globetrotting hero as he thwarts the doc's schemes to conquer the planet. Over the years, Sonic's accent fades into something more 'continental', though occasionally flares up when he's particularly peeved...

Likewise, the rest of the band is scattered to the four winds. Vector eventually re-settles in the United Federation and becomes a detective, where his original Australian/Downundan accent gives way to a Federation accent. The rest of the band, Mach, Max and Sharps, eventually turn their fortunes around when they join with an up-and-coming pop singer called Mina Mongoose, and become part of the band the Forget Me Knots.

And that's the story of how because of Robotnik, Mobius never got its own version of AC/DC, and thus Sonic became a hero to the world rather than a rock legend. And also he is evidently the Mobius version of an Australian.

So what does this all mean? It means I have too much time on my hands, is what it means. But I do hope you all get something out of this crack-pipe spawned idea.

(I must also make the disclaimer that the real world island that inspired the Christmas Island idea was in fact the island of Kiritimati, a pacific island used for nuclear testing by the US and UK. But still, I'm attached to the Australia thing, so there!)

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Vector the Crocodile #Max the Monkey #Mach the Rabbit #Sharps the Chicken #Mina Mongoose #Crack #Super Sonic Sisters #Sonic the Aussie

[dystopian-reverie]

Hi (this is wysteria-clad) just tossing idea of Tamil reader x moon boys.

Imagine when you take the boys to a family function and they see so many immediate and extended family members, they are nice to them, constantly giving them something like eat especially sweets, excitedly hugging them, and the boys get overwhelmed in a good way. Hello, Indian weddings 😂

Title: Vanna Kolathil Vaanam! (The Sky, a Colourful Mess!)

Pairing: Desi!Reader x Moon Boys

Rating: General, pure wholesomeness

Summary: Guiding your boyfriends through Indian culture and customs, which you know can be quite overwhelming. Indian family and neurodivergent western boyfriend bonding time! Unrealistic desi family representation that made me wish I literally had these people as my relatives.

A/n: *cracks knuckles* all my time spent daydreaming about dragging the Moon boys into Desi, especially Tamil culture is at last put to use, I was BORN ready to answer this ask to the point where I'm turning this into a fic, so here I go.

Not proofread so if you see any glaring mistakes, no you didn't.

Translation to all the words and phrases is included at the end.

Convincing your family that you're going to bring your current boyfriend to this year's Diwali, as you guessed, wasn't an easy feat.

The moment you opened your mouth and the word "Boyfriend" spilled out, your entire family, extended included, nearly pounced on you, with an exception of your cousins, who you were hoping would save you and have your back from the elders.

The words following didn't help them calm down any further.

"He isn't Tamil??" Your uncle asked anxiously.

"No, Mama, he isn't-"

"Oh, a multi-cultural wedding in the future then!" Your younger cousin chimed in, putting in his dime to make this as light-hearted as possible.

"A North Indian then? Ayy, do we all finally have to learn Hindi?" Your aunt joked, getting collected chuckles from everyone in the room.

Forcing a laugh that sounded like an orca whale choking, you gulped. This is gonna be harder than you thought.

"He isn't an Indian, aththa, he is... Well, he was born in America, then spent some time in London, but he travels around the world a lot,"

"Hold on, he's an American?? Like NRI?" Your younger aunt asked.

"No, chithi, he isn't brown, at all-"

"Ada kadavule!" Your grandma gasped.

Shit. When the oldest in the pack are displeased, then your entire plan of introducing your boyfriends to your family might as well go down the drains.

"A white man. My daughter is going to marry a white man," Your dad kept murmuring in disbelief.

"He isn't white either," You mumbled. "He is of Latino descent"

Your family stared at you, wide eyes blinking at you. You knew how alien this is all to your family. Sending you off to America for your higher studies, as they all expected, came with more consequences than they'd thought.

They all were trying their best to be supportive and change their worldviews to accommodate a person into this wonderful family, and it meant the world to you. This could've easily been way worse, as bad as you disowning them all and running away to him forever.

Steven's calming and reassuring words echoed in your brain. He had asked you to be confident and level-headed while talking to your family, promising that everything was going to turn out fine.

It took Marc months to finally tell you that he's ready for you to talk about him to his family. You never pushed him, or constantly brought up the topic. You gave him all the time and space he needed to mull over that idea. Sharing your childhood stories meant him learning all about Indian family dynamics and whatnot, and isn't that enough for a poor Western man to fear for his life?

"So how big is your family?" Jake had asked, making you nearly choke on your idli.

"You do not wanna know, chellam," You gulped some water and went back to eating.

"Guess we all have to download duolingo then," Your younger uncle said and everyone laughed.

"So who is he? What's his name?" Your mom asked.

"Before we get into all of that, there's something important I need to tell you all," You fidgeted with your dupatta.

"Thangam, we just asked you his name?" Your uncle asked.

"He has DID," You blurted. "Dissociative Identity Disorder," You looked at your psychiatrist cousin, hoping he'd take over from here to explain all the technical stuff. You could do it yourself, but you just wanted all the eyes of you for just a second.

After giving your family some cool-down time to wrap their minds around it, they asked you what happened to him to the point he had to develop this disorder, to which you promptly said that it was not your story to share, it was your boyfriend's.

"He has three alters. They are all my boyfriends,"

"Holy shit, y/n has three boyfriends? While I'm here struggling to land even one?" Your younger cousin said, few asked him to stop swearing, and few laughed along but mostly, she did help in bringing down the tension in the air.

"Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley" You proceeded to tell your eager family all about the love of your life, playing with your bangles the whole time, excluding the part of them being ex-avatars of an ancient Egyptian deity and Marc's days as a mercenary.

"See, all of them are working and well-mannered gentlemen, I always knew you would choose well, Kanna," Your grandad smiled at you, as you felt the tight knot that you didn't realize was there loosen up considerably, finally letting you breathe properly.

--

"Y/n where are you? Everyone is waiting for you guys! Are y'all still getting ready?" You read your older brother's text and sent a hasty reply that you guys will reach your grandparent's house in 5 minutes.

The truth was, Marc and you were already parked at the end of the street, going over all the norms and relations, how to call them, and such one last time.

"Your mom is my aththa, your dad is my mama, your brother is my machan, and your little sister- who is she to me?" Marc looked up at you.

"I don't know, I just know that you're her mama, okay? I know, I know, there are lots of relations using the term mama, like uncle, father-in-law, or brother-in-law for younger girls. You'll get the hang of it soon enough," You took his hands into yours and gave him an encouraging squeeze.

"Marc, baby, you do know that you don't have to do this. I can just call everyone now and tell them that you can't make it-"

"No," Marc shook his head. "Y/n, I have to do this. I want to do this. They're your family, they are important to you. Which means they're important to me too,"

"Steven?" You asked. Marc just nodded, and the next second, the man sitting next to you was your sweet Steven.

"Hey, you ready?" You asked and he nodded, running his hand through his hair, checking his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"I'll just be glad at the end of the day if this vetti doesn't fall off," He joked.

"Aye, don't worry about that! I tied it around you myself, it won't fall off, okay?" You laughed, your fingers hovering over his shirt and collar.

"I'm just wearing a simple shirt and vetti, darling, but look at you," He said, eyes sweeping over you as a blush crept on your cheek.

"You look gorgeous, love" He smiled, his wide eyes shining bright.

"You don't look half bad yourself, Romeo. Hey, is Jake here? Can I talk to him?" You asked.

"'Course, love," he said before letting way to his other alter to front.

"Oh and remember, all of you, I know this is a celebration, but a public display of affection is... not recommended, okay?" You said, checking your bag to make sure you had all the supplies. One can never be too sure if they're all set while entering an Indian celebration. "This is not a regular Diwali celebration for my family this year, we are hosting nearly the entire neighborhood," You mumbled, praying that everything goes well.

"Let's just hope there are hidden corners and passages in the house," Jake said, earning a playful glare from you.

"What? You expect me to keep my hands off you when you look like that?" Jake snaked his arm around your waist to pull you close and plant a kiss on your temple.

You were wearing an off-white and crimson saree decorated with embroidered patterns. Adorned with pieces of jewelry you and your family spent hours selecting, you knew you practically shined with all the gold framing your face, neck and waist, and wrist.

Throwing a glance at him, you had to bite back the urge to say that it was going to be harder to keep your hands off of him when he looked that good.

Hair gelled to perfection, a week full of good night's sleep, shopping, and spa made his dark circles disappear and made him glow, clean-shaven face showing off his sharp jaw and structured face. You couldn't help but feel your pride swell in your chest- he looked so sharp and handsome.

"It's getting late, darling, the function's already started. We need to get going,"

--

Your grandparent's house- One of the oldest and the grandest in the village, stood tall and proud against the background of trees and temples. Decorated with fairy lights and bustling with people who were either relatives or friends, the house seemed to be booming with life and a wonderful festive spirit that evening.

"So many people," You could hear Marc mutter in awe... or he was trying to calm his senses that are always on high alert whenever he was in a crowded place.

Eyes turned to gaze at the two of you, the granddaughter who left for America and her foreign boyfriend, the moment you both stepped inside the gates.

"Y/n! Come inside. Oh, there he is! The main man of the night!" Your aunt's shrill and excited voice penetrated through the murmurs and excited giggles from the crowd. "As for the rest of you, please do resume enjoying the food and beverages," She said, her sweetness not wavering even in her sharp tone.

Intertwining his hands in yours, you made sure he was alright one last time before you both proceeded to make your way to your family, who didn't waste a second in gathering in front of you.

Your mom and her sister rushed from inside, holding a ceremonial brass plate with colored, ceremonial powders, betel leaves, a couple of bananas, and a flame burning bright at its edge.

"Stand closer, dears," you don't know whose hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, making you nearly fall over him.

"So what do I do now?" Marc whispered in your ears.

"When they've stopped circling this plate in front of us, they'll extend it towards you, you hover your hands over the flame and then place your palms over your eyes. After that, you take one of the three over there," You pointed to the viboothi, sandhanam, and kungumam.

"The red powder is the kungumam, the white one is the viboothi, and the sandal liquid is sandhanam. You take any of that and place it on your forehead," You said, as Marc listened to you intently, his eyes following the plate wherever it went.

"Which one should I choose?"

You mulled over that question for a while.

"Well, I feel like Steven would go with sandhanam, you'd go with the viboothi and Jake with the kungumam,"

"Mama, who is fronting now?" Your younger sister asked him. Your heart melted as you realized that your family has already accepted him.

"I'm Marc," he smiled, extending his hands. "So nice to finally meet you in real life," Your sister took his hand and shook it warmly, all smiley.

"Welcome to India, Marc, and more importantly, welcome to our family!" Your dad patted him on the back.

Sharing glances with him, the tension in your shoulders eased as you saw Marc practically gleaming. If he had any traces of fear or nervousness in him, he was good at hiding it.

"Marc, place the kungumam on her forehead, will you?" Your aunt asked him.

Looking at you for your approval, Marc caught you furiously blushing, tugging on the ends of your saree, and paired it up with the girls around you both giggling.

He did it nevertheless, the red vermillion streak now visible above your pottu. "What does it mean?" He whispered.

"Husbands do that to their wives," You mumbled, trying to look at him without blushing harder. Turns out, that piece of information had the same kind of effect on Marc too.

Goddamit, all these traditional lovey-dovey things were making you weak and stereotypical. But hey, when are you going to have anything like this again? You decided you, along with your boyfriend, are going to have one hell of a time this Diwali with your family.

"It isn't enough to take Aarthi for just one maapla, is it!?" Your grandma pointed out, as everyone started muttering their agreements.

Marc immediately understood what happened and let Steven front. Your family watched dumbfound as they realized that the man standing in front of them was clearly not the one who was here just seconds back.

"Steven?" Your brother asked.

"Hello there, mate, nice to meet you," Steven smiled brightly, looking wide-eyed at everyone around him. Out of all three of them, Steven was the best at handling crowds.

"Paati ma," He immediately recognized your granny from the family pictures and bowed down to touch her feet, getting collective gasps and immediate approvals and cries of pride from the crowd.

Your cousins watched in awe as you stood there, smirking. Your perfect, little boyfriend, capturing everyone's hearts already. He started out by conveying his Diwali wishes, and describing how wonderful this neighborhood and this house were as everyone conversed with him with great interest.

Repeating the same procedures to him, it was finally time for your family to meet Jake. Just because he was conscious when all this happened to Marc and Steven, he knew exactly what was expected of him and he did it with so much ease.

He handed them the sweets and fruits you both bought on the way.

"Oi, Mister, remember what I told you about the kids?" You nudged him.

"Of course, how could I forget?" He chuckled and pulled out a huge bag filled with chocolates and candies, making all the little kids go into a frenzy. "Keep the kids happy to keep the adults satisfied."

After spending a considerable amount of time deciding everyone's position for the big family picture, a perfect photo, with no one closing their eyes or having an ugly smile, approved by everyone, was clicked.

Things certainly didn't get easier for the Boys once they were all inside the house. With the adults restraining themselves from asking too many questions, the kids, using their freedom to the fullest, bombarded Jake and Steven with all they got. Marc fronted only when the hyper-active ankle biters went away to eat some sweet- a simple yet powerful tactic your uncle used to give that man some space to breathe.

"Is everyone here always so nice?" Marc asked you as a random person handed him a glass full of tender coconut water.

"Every family has its own drama and downsides, Marc, so does mine. But today, everyone decided to get along with one another and push aside unnecessary disputes because bigger things are happening," You gestured at all of him.

"All of this isn't too much, is it?" You bit your lips, dreading his answer.

"I think this is starting to grow on me," A small smile appeared on his lips as he sat down beside you on the couch. "I mean, this is all so extravagant and elaborate," He looked around the room with not a single person chilling or minding their own business. "I never thought I'd enjoy this kind of buzzing environment, but here I am," He said, gulping down the rest of the water.

"Hey! Why is maapla sitting all by himself? Is this how we treat a guest in this house?" Somebody yelled from the back.

"You're literally sitting here with me," Marc stated and got a firm head shake from you.

"Unless you're surrounded by at least 4 people at a time, you'd be considered alone,"

"Alright, damn,"

"Bring him to the dining table, food's ready! We all eat after those two have!" You heard your chithi's smile in her voice.

"Everyone's so happy to have you here, Marc," You smiled at him.

He shook his head in disbelief. "I've just- I've never really had these many people around me who aren't actively trying to kill me. Neither have Jake and Steven,"

"Don't be so quick to speak, chellam. My family will kill you by stuffing you with more sweets and savories well after you tell them that you're full," You said, both of you chuckling.

The entire night, before the actual fireworks began, felt like you were in a hyper-realistic Tamil film, with all your relatives buzzing about, bringing every South Indian dish known to date to the table, intent on making Marc, Steven, Jake and you eat all of it.

Marc looked at you with pleading eyes, practically begging you to ask them to stop, not realizing that you had no power over them either. Jake, on the other hand, was intent on tasting everything on the table. You soon found out that all three of them developed a taste for Mothi Ladoos and Mysore Pak.

After that pleasurable turned painful event got over, came the time to play family games. The kids were intent on making the Boys play charades, and soon the entire family joined in. Steven was unbelievably good at it, for some reason, and his team kept scoring too many points.

Most of the adults, including Jake and Marc, were on your team but you all were still no match for Steven and his little army of kids he had raised at this point.

The prime of the night rolled by as everyone set outside, big bags full of various kinds of crackers and fireworks. The entire length of the street was engulfed by light from the crackers. Everyone was running around from their house to another, exchanging gifts, sweets, and crackers.

You soon found out that Steven's favorite was the mathaapu. He made patterns and circles with that in the air. He soon became the mathaapu supplier for everyone. He steered clear away from the bigger fireworks, anxiously tugging on his vetti, making sure it doesn't get caught on fire.

Jake, as you had guessed, handled all the scary ones along with your brother and uncles. He dragged you with him whenever he lighted up a firework, stealing a light peck or two on your cheeks and neck when everyone was too busy looking at the skies.

Marc was so glad and amused when the kids tugged on his shirt and asked him to help them light the sangu chakrams and busvaanams. He made sure all the water buckets were always full with water, and that the kids didn't get too close to anything dangerous. Immediately stole the adults' hearts.

All the relatives and neighbors took turns bothering you and your family about your boyfriend, and if your friends didn't help in cutting them off at the right times, you would've damn near lost your mind.

When all the celebrations and the seemingly never-ending hype came down, at last, giving way to a settling night with everyone packing and cleaning stuff, with few getting back to their homes, you finally got your boyfriend all to yourself.

"Finally, some calm, huh," You inhaled deeply, taking advantage of the cold night air grazing your skin. After changing from the growingly uncomfortable attire, and removing all your makeup, you felt like you were at last able to breathe properly. Every muscle in your body ached

You and Steven were on the terrace now, just a few feet away from your temporary room the adults have cleaned up in haste.

Your boyfriend's silence made you quirk up. "Hey, is everything alright? Do you need to get back to our room?"

"No, darling, it's not that," He started, trying to find the right words.

The moment you sat down beside him, he was quick to pull you into an embrace, warmer than any firework made you feel that night. Without pulling away for a few minutes, Steven snuggled his face into the crook of your neck as you played with his hair and stroked his back.

Neither of you had to speak anything- no small talks, no reminiscing the eventful and draining night, or discussing the people of the town. All of that was for later.

After double checking that there was no one around you both, you placed a kiss on top of his head and received a heavy sigh that tickled your neck in turn.

"Thank you,"

You didn't know when Marc started fronting, but that surely was him. At this point, you knew all three were very much conscious, all three of them were here.

"Thank you," He said again, as you started cradling him in your arms.

That one word conveyed more than whatever he could've said at that time.

Translations:

Mama - Uncle/ Father-in-Law/ Older Sister's husband

Aththa - Aunt/ Mother-in-Law

Chithi - Mom's younger sister

Ada Kadvule! - Oh God!

Chellam - My dearest

Thangam - Gold, precious

Kanna - Dear

Vetti - A traditional attire usually worn by men around their waist that stops near their ankle. Official vettis are always white in color.

Saree - A traditional attire usually worm by women (that's a pain to wrap around your body)

Kungumam - Vermillion kept on people's foreheads.

Viboothi - A white-coloured ash-like powder, also kept on foreheads.

Sandhanam - Liquid Sandal, also kept on foreheads

Busvaanam - A firework that looks like a fountain or a tree

Sangu Chakram - Firework that spirals on the floor while letting off colorful sparks.

Mathaapu - A firework that you hold on to as it burns through its length.

Aarthi - A special kind of welcoming guests or your loved ones into the house.

Taglist (not my usual taglist!):

@wysteria-clad @jake-g-lockley @lil-stark @mintpurplemnm

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x reader #steven grant x you #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #desiblr #desi tumblr #india #indian culture #desi!reader #mcu #marvel #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader

[papillon82fluttersby]

Famous Five Art Nostalgia #LC02 – Part 1

Introductory post

Introduction to ‘Les Cinq’

Les Cinq au bal des espions – The Famous Five in Fancy Dress

Original publication date: 1971 (France), 1983 (UK)

(Cover by Jean Sidobre, 1976)

Today the Five take a trip to Switzerland and get to enjoy a masked ball while uncovering a spies’ nest!

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Plot summary:

(Disclaimer: All provided translations are my own.)

Siblings Julian, Dick and Anne join their cousin George at Kirrin Cottage for a glorious two months of summer holidays.

(The Five celebrate their reunion in true Kirrin fashion: with a tasty snack followed by an energetic swim in the sea!)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: Once reinvigorated with their snack, the Five concluded their first afternoon together with a swim in the sea.]

That evening, Uncle Quentin announces that a scientific conference that was planned in Geneva in the fall has been moved to the summer. As a result, all the family goes on a trip to Switzerland: Uncle Quentin and Aunt Fanny will be at the hotel where the conference is held, while the children get to enjoy two weeks at a youth camp near Lake Geneva.

(Arrival at the youth camp)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: Upon arrival, Mr and Mrs Kirrin settled at the hotel... The Five took a bus to the youth camp where a counsellor welcomed them. Counsellor: My name is André Sandry. Please, follow me.]

Over the next few days, the Five get to know their fellow campers, who all range from age 10 to 17 and hail from various European countries such as France, Switzerland, Germany, Italy or the UK. Most everyone is very friendly, except for one 17-year-old named Rudi originating from a small Central European country, who acts surly and aloof.

There is an announcement that all campers are invited to attend a masked ball that will be held the next week in Geneva, at the same hotel where the scientific conference is hosted. Over the next few days, the campers are all in a frenzy to find the best costume – George will be disguised as a cat burglar, Julian as a musketeer, Dick as a buccaneer and Anne as a shepherdess.

(Excitement at the camp!)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: Over the next few days, small groups would meet to discuss their costume ideas in secret. One evening, George received a phone call from his parents. George: Everything's fine, Dad. We're being invited to a fancy dress ball. It's going to be fantastic. Quentin: I'll send you some money for your disguises.]

One night, George catches Rudi making light signals to a man called Malik, and conversing with him. She discovers that Malik is a member of the secret service of a foreign country and that Rudi is being paid to steal the plans for a rocket created by Professor Lancelot, a scientist who’s currently attending the international conference in Geneva. Rudi is supposed to steal the plans the following evening around midnight, during the masked ball that will be held at the hotel. After Malik and Rudi have gone their separate ways, George reports what she has discovered to her cousins.

During the night, a fire breaks out in the camp and George bravely rescues a young boy trapped in the flames. As a reward, the camp’s head counsellor gives her permission to bring Timmy to the masked ball – dressed as a sheep to go with Anne’s shepherdess costume! Unable to reach Uncle Quentin by phone that day due the upheaval following the fire, the Five decide to warn Professor Lancelot the next evening at the masked ball.

(Panic at camp!)

[TRANSLATION: Julian: Let’s go help with the bucket line. Female camper: Patrick! My little brother… He’s in there... George: There’s no time to lose.]

Once at the hotel for the party, the children try to contact Professor Lancelot but to no avail.

(Fancily-dressed Five!)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: A few moments later, in the large ballroom... George: We must get to Professor Lancelot quickly. Every second lost could be fatal. Dick: It's a shame, really. I'd have gladly boarded the buffet. Julian: We should ask the hotel receptionist to announce us [to the professor].]

Dick goes up to the professor's room but the door is locked. George suggests climbing up the front of the hotel and walking along the stone ledge to reach the scientist's room through the open window, after which she opens the door to her cousins. Professor Lancelot has been drugged and is fast asleep. The Five soon find his briefcase and replace the rocket plans with worthless newspapers. Rudi arrives around midnight and grabs the briefcase. George follows him and clings to the back of the car that picks Rudi up. The car brings Rudi (and, unbeknownst to them, George) to an isolated house in the woods, where he has a meeting with the spy chief, a blonde man. The spies discover that the rocket plans have been swapped for newspapers and are clueless as to what might have happened. The blonde man sends Rudi back to the camp with orders to keep his eyes open.

(George out-spies the spies!)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: Rudi explained to the man what happened at the hotel and the interference from Dick and Anne*. Rudi: Maybe they stole the plans? What should I do? Spy chief: Strange, really strange… For the moment, keep an eye on those kids and wait for my orders.]

[*Note: This refers to a commotion that happened earlier at the hotel: Julian, Dick and George had been hiding in the bathroom while Rudi entered the professor’s room, but Dick’s impulsiveness won through and he could not resist trying to capture Rudi – Rudi managed to lock them all up in the room and fled, after dodging Anne who made him trip with her shepherdess’s crook.]

George tries to warn her father about the plot against Professor Lancelot, but he is too busy with the conference. Closely watched by Rudi, she dares not reveal all her recent discoveries in a phone conversation for fear that Rudi will find out. The next day, the children learn that Professor Lancelot has been abducted in the street. Then, during a diving lesson organised for the campers, Rudi takes his chance and surreptitiously pushes George into the water, believing that she cannot swim. Despite George’s being none the worse for wear, the Five are more determined than ever to warn Uncle Quentin. They find their opportunity that same afternoon during a “treasure hunt” activity that sees all the young campers scattered around the camp. Julian had planned to take a bus to Geneva to warn Uncle Quentin in person, but the plan changes when they see Rudi conversing with the blonde man in the latter’s car. After Rudi leaves, the Five approach the car and introduce themselves as hitchhikers requesting a lift to Geneva. The man grumbles but agrees to take them part of the way, which helps the children locate the spies’ hideout.

(A crafty plan…)

[TRANSLATION: Narrative: On leaving Thiviey*, the car stopped to drop off the Five. Then it drove off again. Anne: We need to get the licence plate number. Dick: Impossible, the plate is too dusty. Julian: The car is turning down an alley. George: The spies’ hideout must be nearby. George (second panel): I swiped this glove from the car. After giving it a sniff, Timmy will lead us to the spies’ house. Let’s go!]

[*Note: Thiviey is the name of a village located near Geneva in the book. This seems to be a fictional village as I couldn’t find evidence that it exists in real life.]

Dick and Anne make their way to Geneva where, after some difficulty, they manage to locate Aunt Fanny and Uncle Quentin who, in turn, call the police. Seeing Rudi lurking at the hotel, Dick jumps on him and locks him up, gagged and tied up, in a broom cupboard. Meanwhile, Julian, George and Timmy reach the spies’ hideout and manage to gain access to the professor, who is being held in an underground chamber. The villains discover them and a fight ensues, but the police soon arrive and arrest the spies, including Rudi.

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Fun lines:

Trying on the costumes before the ball:

« Tu es ravissante ainsi ! déclara Claude à sa cousine pendant l’essayage. Mais tu devrais emmener avec toi au bal une bonne douzaine de moutons pour faire plus naturel ! »

François, de son côté, se trouvait magnifique avec l’épée au côté. Mick lui fit remarquer que « ce truc en fer-blanc » allait le gêner pour danser.

« Je m’en moque bien de danser ! répliqua François gaiement. Ce qui m’intéresse, moi, c’est le buffet !

— Un mousquetaire ne va pas au buffet ! fit remarquer Claude. Il doit monter la garde devant la porte.

— Tu as raison ! Pour empêcher les souris d’hôtel d’entrer ! »

Translation:

“You look lovely like this!” George said to her cousin [Anne] during the fitting. “But you should take a dozen sheep with you to the ball to look more natural!”

Julian, for his part, thought he looked magnificent with the sword at his side. Dick pointed out to him that this “tin thingie” was going to get in the way while dancing.

“I don't care about dancing!” replied Julian cheerfully. “What interests me is the buffet!”

“A musketeer doesn't go to the buffet!” remarked George. “They have to stand guard at the door.”

“You're right! To stop the cat burglars getting in!”

~~~~~~

Cover art through the ages:

(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)

(Cover by Jean Sidobre, Hachette, 1976 – the Five in their fancy costumes!)

(Paul Gillon, Hachette, 1993 – George plays action hero!)

(Munch and Prunier, Hachette, 2003 – a cat burglar on a mission…)

(Frédéric Rébéna, Hachette, 2010 – all Five in their fancy dresses, including Timmy the sheepish dog 😂)

~~~~~

Thanks for reading!

#papillon82 reads #famous five art nostalgia #famous five #le club des cinq #les cinq #claude voilier #illustrations #jean sidobre #never miss a chance to see Julian holding a sword 😉

[fundielicious-simblr]

(Kyleigh's POV)

Harvestfest was a blessed weekend! Having all the family over was amazing, all the kids enjoyed having all their aunts, uncles, and cousins over - it's all they could talk about for weeks prior! One thing I love about Harvestfest is that since we're local to Newcrest, there's no need to travel long distances and we can sleep in the house and travel to wherever the events are. Now that we have 11 children, it takes that much more planning and necessitates us having much stricter protocols in place for getting us from point a to b on time and in one piece. We got an updated family picture, and with the timing of harvestfest we get to use the updated picture as the family christmas card. I'm always looking back at family pictures and feeling like it was just yesterday that we were finding out that we were pregnant with the triplets, and yet here we are almost 10 years later and their the best older siblings to their 8 younger siblings. Getting Beckett and Mandy back for the time being is also amazing, it's such a blessing that we get to have missionaries in the family, they have such great stories and testimonies from their time in Selvadorada that are such great inspiration for the kids to listen to.

The kids absolutely love having all their cousins come into town, there are currently 19 cousins but 18 of them don't live in Newcrest, so they take advantage of the cousins being there to hangout. The kids love to video chat and send little clips to their cousins, even though they're older than most of the cousins they love and adore all their cousins equally. The smaller kids love being around the older kids, and though they could just ignore the smaller kids or find them annoying, they embrace and love their younger cousins and remind them that they're loved. I feel so blessed that I get to raise my children in an environment and within a culture that views children as blessings and not burdens, it creates such strong family bonds and a love and appreciation of children and family.

We also had a sip'n'see for Adalynn's little girl Bethany in the same weekend, having a girl after 8 boys was definitely a reason to celebrate and to shower her in all the cute girl clothes. It was great to have another reason to meet with family and friends for a celebration of life and family. The whole weekend was generally just a constant flow of fellowship, blessings, and reminders of God's goodness.

#fundie sims #fundiesims #quiverfull sims #quiver full sims #collins family #collins legacy #modest sims #sims 4 legacy #homeschool sims #sims 4 harvestfest #gen 3 #barrett and kyleigh #love this reusing of pictures with different pov's #u gotta work smarter not harder #it was fun finding random combinations of children to take photos with the kids #cause it needed to be kids that they wouldn't see as often

[slasher-male-wife]

Halloween slasher event: Graveyard date with Candyman

Welcome to day four of the slasher Halloween event I have lined up for y'all. I'm writing these out of order a bit because I need to try and write anything before I run out of time so sorry if some of these are a bit rushed. It's currently the 10th of September so let's hope I can get these done. Reader is gn.

Warnings: Well it takes place in a graveyard so there's that, a little strong language, minor injury to reader

It's a cloudy day October day and you're bored out of your mind. You've got a few days off work but nothing to do. Your mind turns to your boyfriend, Daniel as you like to call him. You find Candyman to be a bit childish and somewhat rude but he doesn't seem to mind much. You hear the sound of your mail falling through the slot on your door. You get off your couch and go to grab it. You look through the letters as you walk to your kitchen. Letters from your bank, ads, junk mail mostly, but you get to a black envelope, sealed with red wax with the imprint of a bee. The letter has your name written in cursive on it.

You smile and open the letter.

My dearest Y/n, I'd like to offer you on a date tomorrow. A lovely walk in an old graveyard along with something to eat while we're there, a picnic of sorts. I've missed you dearly since you've been so busy with your job. I thought that this would be much more of a romantic way to ask you to join me. I remember you talking about your desire for love letters and such months ago. The graveyard is old and not near many people so we won't have to worry about intrusion. It's Grey's graveyard off of 13th street. I was thinking you could join me at 11. l I do hope you'll join me my beloved. You always know how to reach me. With much love, Candyman.

You smile and press the paper to your chest in a cliche way but you don't care. You have a date with your lovely boyfriend. You know he'll take care of the food too. All you have to do is get dressed up for him.

When the next day comes you're sure to groom yourself well. Showering, doing your hair, and picking out a lovely outfit. You went with something more romantic but still gothic. Black and red are your colors. A red button up shirt with ruffles, a black jacket and black pants to match. You put on shoes you can comfortably walk in but still not too dressed down. The graveyard he'd mentioned is a bit of a drive but you don't mind at all. You get in your car and make your way over. Butterflies fill your stomach as you draw closer and closer to the graveyard.

You walk to the enterance of the cemetary and look around for your boyfriend. You don't want to call out his name. You feel like you can't speak here at all. You've been to a graveyard a few times to visit distant family who've died. Great grandparents, second cousins, great aunts and uncles, but it's always so off putting not knowing who or what lurks in these areas.

"Hello," A deep voice behind you says. You jump a little at the scare and turn around to look at your boyfriend. He's dressed as he always is but today it seems so much more romantic, "I'm glad to see you my love."

"I'm glad to see you too. Shall we?" You ask holding out your hand for him to take. He takes it and joins you in walking further into the graveyard, "How long have you had this planned?" You ask looking at all the dried up flowers on tomb stones of those who pasted. All of them seem to be at least 20 years old.

"I've always wanted to take you somewhere. I've always wanted to show you the beauty that comes with dark things. It is sad when someone passes, for some that is. Death is natural, we should not fear it."

"Easy for you to say," You tease, "But I understand trying to find beauty in the darker parts of life. Sadness can bring beauty, death can bring beauty. I just feel awkward being here."

"It's normal to feel this way. But I implore you to focus on the moment, not the setting." You nod and continue to walk between the tombstones. You catch Daniel up on your life and job. What's been happening and so on. He listens and asks questions. Always happy to hear what his partner has to say. eventually you reach a blanket and a basket laid out in a larger grassy area away from the tomb stones. You smile and look over at Daniel.

“Oh darling how sweet,” You two sit together on the blanket and you open the basket you find your favorite cake, plated, and silverware waiting for you. You also spot a small jar of honey. You smile and take out your slice of cake, “Don’t you want some too?” You ask noticing there’s only one slice.

“I’m quite fine my dear. I don’t need food to live. I’ve gotten this just for you.” You smile and lean over to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you Daniel,” You plate your cake and drip some honey onto it. You take a bite and smile, “This is amazing. How’d you make this?”

“Well I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You chuckle and continue to eat your cake. You spend the next few hours sitting on the blanket with him, just enjoying each others company on this lovely October day.

#candyman #candyman x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

[awlwren]

AO3 First Lines Tag Game

Tagged by @garbria and @caparrucia! <3 Thank you so much! *blushes*

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Late to the game, as usual. For multichapter/collections works, I'll just post the start of the most recent chapter. These are all FFXV.

I Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly - Chapter 18

Nyx loved his Uncle Clarus and his Aunt Daphne. He loved when they came to visit, and he got to show them all the rare things he’d gathered from the jungle and the places he’d found and secrets he’d learned. They were so much more fun to explore with than the rest of the family, because they were strong enough to risk the more dangerous places and they were always impressed with even the regular places because they hadn’t seen them a dozen times over the past year. And his little cousin Gladio was getting to be big enough he was actually interesting.

2. These Small Hours - for @meissashush's birthday

Cor kept his hand hovering over the pocket where he kept his phone as he stalked down the corridors of the Citadel. He would never be so unprofessional as to have it out when he was in public, much less when he was walking, but he still wanted to keep a hold on it, like it was his weapon in his current struggle.

3. Talk it Out - Chapter 4 - for Kingsglaive: Lore

Amani was irritated, to say the least. This was supposed to be her free day, which meant she could get as far from the Citadel’s endless halls as possible. She had had plans, by the tide’s return! But when King and Country called… At least she was almost done. She just had to sign out and she could get back to— O Lady, give her patience. “What are you two doing wandering around like this?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and controlled.

4. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark - a remix for the New Year

Nyx staggered through the doorway, letting in a gust of cold air before he slapped the door closed, collapsing against it. Crowe scowled up at him from where she was working on the floor of her and Lib’s shitty apartment, throwing her arms across the papers spread around her in a somewhat belated attempt to keep them from blowing around. She saved them from flying across the room, but her order was all disrupted. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “You have your own apartment. Go there unless you want to help pay our heating bill.” Nyx had chosen not to live with them, he could act like it.

5. Lean on Me - a remix for the FFXV Remix 2022 event

Gladio tucked away his book as he stopped reading. Prompto had drifted off to sleep, his breath still whistling in and out through his congested lungs, and Gladio didn’t want to wake him. Besides, Prompto was much more interesting than a book he’d read at least twice already.

6. Down to Business - part of @whumpwriterforlife and my ongoing series Smoke and Mirrors

Regis was ready to make heads roll.

7. We'll Be Alright - a remix for @garbria

Cor adored Nyx. He did. Nyx was so brave, on and off the battlefield, willing to take the calculated risks for what he valued most, and willing to throw himself into the weeds again and again, whether that was running through the literal hostile vegetation across the breadth of Lucis or just the brambles of the remains of Cor’s dead social life. He had an almost uncanny ability to know when to press and when to just sit in silence, and an almost never-ending well of patience when it came to waiting out Cor’s moments of discomfort or exhaustion or just idiocy. He laughed at Cor’s snark, listened to his thoughts, and shared his own generously.

8. Hands and Faces - chapter 7

Nyx dared a quick glance at his watch. The corridor he was speed walking through right now was relatively deserted, so the move was probably safe. If Cor was exactly where he should be, Nyx just might have enough time to catch him before he had to head back for the final briefing before the Glaive shipped out. If he hadn’t decided to take lunch with the King or step in to watch the new recruits or any of the myriad things he liked to do to keep his restlessness assuaged when he’d been trapped in the Citadel too long. Nyx hadn’t thought he’d have enough time to swing by and had told Cor not to expect him for lunch last night, so Cor would have no reason to stay in his office today, and though Nyx had tried to text him that he’d managed to wiggle some time free, his texts hadn’t gotten any replies just yet.

9. Burn Out Bright - more Smoke and Mirrors

Gasson’s assistants had snuck into the lab in the early morning, going about their work quietly, keeping the lights dim. Flaed had snuck over and laid some sort of bread in the shadow of the first aid kit, and someone else he didn’t recognize had surreptitiously replaced their water bottles with full ones. Titus wasn’t sure if it they were guilt offerings or ones sanctioned by Gasson and the assistants were just trying to avoid reminded each other that their subjects were human. Or avoiding waking Titus and Nyx so that they didn’t have to be reminded of that themselves.

10. Those Who Wander in Darkness - Chapter 3

The table they were led to was down two hallways and half a flight of stairs, which gave Nyx plenty of time to compose himself. He kept expecting Cor to put him down, especially when they got to the stairs, but Cor had glided down them with his usual grace. It had been an odd feeling, not bad but slightly disorienting. Disorienting was a feeling he was having to get used to, especially after everything that had happened in the courtyard. After everything that had happened since they arrived in the past, really.

I totally did not edit any of those for typos I noticed while doing this, or to make sentences less confusing. If I had, well, that would prove the exercise was worth it, right?

Thanks so much! That was a lot of fun.

No pressure tags for... @noirbriar, @maychorian, @philomytha, @sanzochan, @exlibrisfangirl, and anyone else who would like to try!

#and get some answers #ask games #my fics #fun #ffxv #Nyx Ulric #Cor Leonis #Amani Pherozes #Titus Drautos #CorNyx

[loudtrashphantom]

I just need to rant.

I grew up with my aunt and uncle and cousins as I was taken away from my parents and jy was either them taking me in, or me staying in a foster home until I'm 18. I lived with them from ages 11 to 16, and then ages 17 to 19. I moved in temporarily with my parents but the situation was extremely abusive.

My female cousin has been a control freak and always disregarded me, telling me I needed to be grateful to have a roof over my head and clothing and food. She always picked fights with me and I was never good enough. I wasn't allowed to go spend time with friends or have after-school activities, but her son could. She wasn't even my legal guardian but she forced her way to take control of my life which is why I ended up moving out. When I moved back in, I was diagnosed with depression but I wasn't allowed to not have a reason to be depressed, because, as in her words, there's always a reason.

Anyway, I started dating someone that she didn't approve of (and I mean that he wasn't hand chosen by her) because he wouldn't take her constantly putting me down, and he helped admit me when I attempted suicide. She hates him. He ended up letting me move in with him about 4 months into our dating after she told me that I wasn't welcome back into "her" home. No one else fought her on it because whatever she wanted, she got.

That's right. My legal guardians didn't say a damn thing. I was 19 by the time I moved out anyway so I guess they didn't have the right to say anything either. But after that, she stopped contacting me and I blocked her on Facebook. I stopped seeing the majority of my family for about a year (I was still in contact with my youngest cousin - who's 2 years younger than I am) and I slowly let them back in. She was the last one I let in and she pretended nothing happened when confronted, she said that it didn't happen and it wasn't that serious. I ignored this jab. I got engaged to my boyfriend and found out I was pregnant. Everyone was overjoyed when we found out it was a boy.

Another cousin announced that she was also pregnant and was due the day after me. Fast forward, I give birth and she gives birth 23 hours later. We are then posted to our current city and everything goes fine. I found out I was pregnant 9 months later. No congratulations except by my aunt - who keeps messing up my daughters name.

She's born and I get a few likes on a Facebook post and, again, congratulations from my aunt. My uncle dies of cancer and we go to see them as we had planned our wedding to be with them a few months before his death. We asked if they wanted us to reschedule, and they told us no as it would be something that would bring a little joy to their lives. We go down there and...nothing. It felt like no one wanted anything to do with us. They literally kept their distance the entire time, and I asked them if they were sure about the wedding. They said that it should stay on track. We ended up leaving early and driving home - which was about 18 hours away with a 3-month-old and an almost 2-year-old. I understand they were still grieving which is why I offered to reschedule the wedding and give them time. And in hindsight, I probably should've anyway because now, when I look back, all I see is the distance and the feeling of not really being wanted there.

A year later, they have their children visiting from the States to spread my uncle's ashes and they have done all sorts of activities with these kids, taken them to explore places, read books together, played outside, let them play with the bunnies, and I can't help but feel a little jealous. Because all of these activities never happened with my kids, not even before my uncle's death. My cousins took 3 weeks off work for the kids so they could play and have fun and I can't help but feel that my family and myself would never be good enough.

I know I sound selfish, and probably like a jealous freak, but I look at the photos on Facebook and all the activities they actively planned and when we were there, they worked themselves from 7 am to 9 pm with no room for any kind of family time or movie or game or anything.

I'm just defeated and jealous.

#family #jealous

[sheshallfromtimetotime]

Oh you know, just sent an 11 paragraph email to my parents, begging them to rethink their Thanksgiving plans. Just havin’ a normal Sunday in 2020, hbu? 

#the current plan is to have my aunt and uncle and cousin over #which is not a large gathering! #it could be worse! #but I need them to not! #mom's like ''we're all being careful'' #and I'm like ''that doesn't matter! I mean it does -- don't stop -- but it's about the big picture'' #we live in a goddamn society whether our government thinks so our not and we gotta take care of each other #'cause nobody else will #It's about more than individual choices! #Collectivism baby! #If they call me about this instead of emailing back I WILL cry #which is why I saved my big guns of dissent for email instead of over the phone when we've discussed this #I live hundreds of miles and multiple states away and WILL NOT be coming home until it can be done safely and this isn't helping #Rachel's life

[tkdrawsstuff]

the kids from this pic >>   a few years older with a bit more solid designs (might change in the future, just depends) more under the cut

alright so lets get to me describing them starting with...  They are ALL chaos gremlins, different types of chaos gremlins, but still chaos gremlins. (like danny) -oldest to youngest- Damian- oldest 16 yr. genderfluid he/she pronouns (depends on the days vibes), he's responsible+sarcastic and loves jewelry+ pranking people (usually members of danny's royal court that she doesn't like) favorite relative is uncle flynn (dannys cousin, see this post>>)

   she is a clone made by vlad while he was trying to recreate how danny stabilized ellie(dani) so he could make the perfect clone son. (damian was only kept around cause of his red hair) later on danny found out about what vlad was doing and finally did his job as ghost king and threw vlad in jail. (where he belongs) Danny took 1 look at the only stable clone(damian) and went "oh, i have a kid now. ok. i need to ask Jazz if i can borrow her parenting books" Daphne- older twin 13 yr. extrovert+ troublemaker (like her dad), loves fasion (constaly trying to get Dane to do the matching clothes thing) and really good at sporty things, does track and field + plays soccer. Dane- younger twin (by 4mins, yes its important {to him}) introvert +also a troublemaker, loves book (he doesn't have a bedroom he has a library with a bed in it) and is super loyal to his friends (doesn't have a lot but the few he has r super close)    -for both twins- they're the embodiment of the siblings that r best friends 1 moment and bitter enemies the next. Dane will only go along with Daphne's matching clothes ideas when A- theres some official royal ghost event that the kids have to go to(he just doesn't want to bother with fancy clothes) or B- he's not currently in a prank war with her (so not often). their favorite relive is aunt ellie (dani) and they fight over who gets to hang out with her their other parent was a human(not someone from amity), and the relationship fell apart after they found out about ghosts. Dana- 12 yr. agender they/them, they're pretty laid back + quiet (enjoys walking up behind people and just standing there silently till the person turns around and gets the sh*t scared out of them). they go along with their siblings plans for chaos (is usually the only reason the plan succeeds) when they're not instigating or egging on their siblings fights they like to play video games (they do both at once alot) favorite relitive is aunt Jazz    -second verse same as the first. danny was dating a human that didn't know about ghosts and after finding out the relationship ended. so danny decided to just date ghosts from then on. (or humans that already know about ghost before hand) David- 10 yr. ftm he/him, very shy around strangers and super curious (like a little kitten, and he causes just as much chaos as 1) he's the kid that askes a million why questions. likes watching movies (fights with dana over who gets to use the tv) and has like a million stuffed animals    his other parent is a fae like ghost (not disney or tolken fae, i mean the terrifying folklore ones) that was like "danny i love u, but i cant take the pressure of being married to a king" and danny was like "i understand, can we still be friends", and they did stay friends. hes the kids honorary uncle.   Dawn- 6 1/2 yr. she is literally chaos incarnate, constantly bouncing off the walls and once she gets an idea in her head theres no getting rid of it. shes super stubborn. likes music +dancing. she's always following danny around and imitates him cause she wants to be a hero like her dad.      she's another clone of danny, but idk who made her/why she was made. probably said this before but, my danny is always trans and bi (unless otherwise stated)

(also thanks to @floralflowerpower​ for talking to me about these guys and making me actually think about their characters a bit and not just their designs)

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #dp #dp ocs #dp fanart #ghost king danny #my dp aus are eitheir #danny is child that i yeet at adults #or an adult that i yeet children at #theres no inbeteewn #tk art

[bukojuiice]

the way of the househusband — levi ackerman

ೃ pairing: (husband! levi ackerman x  ceo wifey! reader)

ೃ  There is the “ideal” nuclear family. The one composed of a working husband with a well-paying 9 to 5 job, loving housewife who cooks and cleans, and adoring children who do well in school. However, that idealization is looong gone. What about you and your family? You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up Company who ain’t no trophy wife, Your husband hails from the last line of Ackermans and who temporarily resigns from being a vice executive of your company (just because he doesn’t want to work with young, feeling philanthropist, and genius GenZers) to become a hands-on househusband, and then there’s your little daughter who has the most inquisitive mind and adventurous heart who idolizes her doting father in every shape, way, and form. A month’s absence in your home (due to a business trip) could lead to many many things. But, your husband randomly publishing a self-help book on parenting and being a househusband is not one of those things. 

ೃ genre and warnings: modern au, domestic fluff, baby au, husband au, 

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ೃ Will be referring to hanji as “aunkling” (a cute nickname that some kiddos use to refer to their non-binary relatives <3) because there are no official non-binary terms for aunt and uncle! + your daughter with levi is named amelia and she is just the most precious cinnamon roll

It’s done. 

The Business Trip is finally over.

A long and painful month of no hugs and playdates with your little princess, Amelia and no time to be pampered with love and affection from your husband, Levi was finally over!

Sometimes, you wonder how you were even able to survive these long-ass trips and conferences. Sure, these month-long trips only happened once a year, but the thought of Amelia getting older and having to miss a day of seeing her grow up and discover the world, really hurt you as all mothers would. Video Calls were enough to satisfy you and give you happy hormones even for just a short while, but still- the longer you’re not with them, the more the yearning lengthens until you’re just riddled with endless thoughts of wanting to get home as soon as possible.

First, let’s set things straight: You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up company who was born into a middle-class family and rose her way up to success. It’s as cliche as it gets but hey! Living a life as if you were in a romantic comedy was the best compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

Along with that, as far as rich families in rom-coms and coming of age movies go, are they all dysfunctional in reality? Not really. Or at least you and Levi promised each other not to end up like that. The Rich Girl meets Poor Boy (with a tragic backstory) cliche however? Yea, that’s a pretty accurate way to describe your love story. Meeting the love of your life in a Coffee Shop is actually pretty common and happens to a lot of people apparently. When Erwin Smith, Levi’s best friend (who is too smart and self-aware to fit the role of a rom-com sidekick by the way) approaches your table to ask if he and Levi could sit with you. (Because of all the days the cafe would be packed, it would be that day.) You said yes of course, and Erwin began oversharing details about the raven-haired man and you were all too invested in learning more about him anyway. Levi grew up in the orphanage after his mother had died and his father was the biggest asshole on the planet for never showing his face, he had to fend for himself after he outgrew the foster system. Starting out as an espionage in an illegal underground gambling empire to a bookkeeper at the Smiths’ bookshop. (Although this is a story for another day)  

Internally swooning over his pretty eyes and resting bitch face...it didn’t take long until the two of you fell in love and... the rest was history!

You come home to your lavish yet homey apartment in 21 West End Avenue Manhattan to be surprised by your father-daughter duo absolutely knocked out on the couch. Amelia was snuggled up to her father, her feet on his lap and a sleeping position you could not possibly comprehend, a Disney movie playing in the background, and both of them were wearing matching Minion onesies whilst yours was folded neatly on the coffee table just waiting to be worn by you when you got home. 

It was a rare sight to see and you can’t help but just stare lovingly at the wonderful scene before you. Not only was it rare to see Amelia asleep before seeing you (or in the case of your business trips, during your daily video calls with them) but it was also rare to see your husband sleeping so soundly and his insomnia not kicking in. 

Amelia hears your footsteps, her eyes are still shut as she tries to predict what you will do next. She finally assesses when she will make her move and surprise you when you place another fleece blanket on top of them and plant a kiss on both of their temples. your daughter’s eyes suddenly flutter open. Her eyes beaming and glowing off the same light that twinkled in her father’s as she jumps off the couch, making sure not to wake up Levi.

“MOMMY!” She screams in the most quiet volume her cute voice could muster. She runs up to you and envelops you in a tight hug, jumping up and down as she does so. “I missed you Mommy! I missed you soooo much! How was sandbox in K-korea!? Was there a lot of sand!? Did you have a lot of pwaymates there!?”

You giggle at your daughter’s enthusiasm, combing your fingers through her hair. “Lili, Sandbox is like the Silicon Valley of Korea. It isn’t necessarily a sandbox like in a playground, baby.”

“OOOH! JUST LIKE SIWICON VAWWEY!” She chirps, tightening her hug and reaching for your hand and squeezing it. “AH WAIT!” She gently pushes you away and makes a beeline to her room. “ME AND DADDY HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! BUT CLOSE YOUR EYES FIRST OWKAAY?!” She calls out from her room and you shout back a “yes!” to her in between your giggles, unable to contain the sudden rush of serotonin your daughter had given you from her simple yet adorable antics.

Another trope that you can debunk is that rich moms can be a hands-on parent too! After your maternity leave ended and when Amelia had finally reached her toddler years, you absolutely made sure that you were going to take care of her every second, minute, hour and day of your life. As soon as she turned two, she became the inquisitive, smart and ever so curious little girl you and Levi had always hoped for. She had your (h/c) hair and Levi’s icy yet warm and loving milky grey eyes. If the color of Levi’s reminded you of dark and stormy clouds, Amelia’s was gleaming. Like that of the clouds after a terrible storm. She was an absolute blessing and although you weren’t a perfect mother, (spoiling her more than you should) Levi was an amazing father. Growing up without parents was tough for him and he was going to make sure that Amelia is going to have an amazing childhood and be surrounded by the love of two parents that he never had and never got to experience. 

You always and will forever have trust in Levi. There has never been a day where you doubted him. Despite the impressions and assumptions that people have of him. How he was cold, scary, and even calculating. But, you are always quick to shut down those rumors. They don’t know the Levi Ackerman behind the cold and mighty front he shows. He is a man who has gone through so much and yet has so much love and care to give. How he notices and remembers the littlest details, how he never takes anything for granted and how he loves and cherishes everything so wholeheartedly.

When Amelia turned six, you sadly had to go back to work formally. Right timing too because your genius (with very himbo tendencies) younger cousin, Eren, was about to be part of your start-up company and he had a lot of amazing plans that had to come into fruition. Even bringing in a group of his own friends (who all graduated in MIT by the way!) who are willing to contribute so many amazing ideas and hackathons that were just waiting to happen.

The entrance of these youthful and hopeful genius entrepreneurs also brought about the temporary exit of your very own husband from your very own company. Apparently, working with newly graduated Gen Zers (as a millennial) was too much for him. They were nice and they were going to be a very integral part of the company. But, the boomer inside Levi can’t just can’t keep up with this sudden surge of energy and youthfulness within the higher-ups. It was also a great opportunity for him to take care of Amelia even more. So, you didn’t stop him from doing so! 

It’s been a year since he temporarily resigned and became an official-unofficial househusband. Or as your best friend Hanji likes to put it, You are the Girl Boss and he is the Male Wife. Amelia is now 7 years old and she’s currently taking Ballet classes (Levi picks her up during the weekdays, and the both of you pick her up on the weekends) and has developed a hyperfixation over Sanrio Characters and the Disney movie, Frozen. She was growing up to be a wonderful girl and you just can’t wait to hear what she and Levi had done during your absence.

She skips her way back to you, a book tightly clutched in her hands. “SURPRISE!” Amelia gingerly places a book on your hand. You open your eyes and tilt your head in question at the piece of literature she had just given you as you read the title aloud.  “The Way of the House Husband… written by Levi Ackerman.” Your eyes shift to a little circle on the lower side of the cover,  “The husband of (Y/N) Ackerman, the CEO of Survey Corp Tech…!?” 

“Daddy and I made a book while you were away!” She claps her hands together and grabs the book back from you, turning it to the first page. “See there’s even a dedication! To (Y/N) and Amelia! The two brightest stars in my galaxy!”

“Oh that’s too cheesy. No way would your dad write something like this out of the blue, Lili.” You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. Your daughter looks at you with downcast eyes while you were still trying to process that your husband literally just wrote a whole-ass book while you were away. “Who helped publish this so quickly, Amelia?”

“Uncle Erwin of course!” She’s frowning for one second and now she’s beaming at you again. “Please please read it mommy! Me and daddy worked really really hard on it!” She taps the hardbound cover of the book in rhythms. “This is the Amelia Edition! Daddy said he cut out some stuff so that it would be okay for me to read and for me to give to you once you get home! It’s my come back home gift for you mommy!” She moves the book to your lap and hops up next to you on the loveseat that you were sitting on. Before you know it, Amelia is resting her head on your shoulder and coaxing you to start reading to her like it was a bedtime story. 

You clear your throat and hold her by the waist so that she can feel more secure in her seat. “Okay… okay… let’s begin shall we? In a kingdom far far away…”

“That’s not how the book is like mommy! Read it properly like the way daddy did!”

“I was just joking, honey. Let’s get started. Rule #1 of the House Husband is…”

Rule #1: Fathers, be good to your children. You are the weight of their world.

“One thing I learned as soon as I was at home practically 24/7 is that your child will be more cautious and weary of you. They will observe you because they look up to you. They will watch your every move, follow you around, and will imitate whatever you say and whatever they hear from you. Talk to them, teach them things they need to know, support them in their hobbies, interests, and even if you have to be the extra princess in her tea party, do it.  The thing is, you will leave an eternal mark on the hearts of your children.”

Amelia got even more closer to Levi when he was finally stationed at home. Always grinning from ear to ear and boasting to her classmates how cool her dad was whenever he would pick her up from school. She was proud to tell them Levi’s heritage even if Amelia never got to meet her Grandma Ackerman and Grandpa Ackerman. When Levi would take her out for errands, may they be groceries, cleaning the house, baking, cooking, laundry, or just going on his morning jog, Amelia would be there to accompany him. In fact, she’s gone shopping with Levi so many times that she has memorized the brand names of cleaning detergent and bleach before she could even memorize the multiplication table.

 She’s even caught up with her father’s cynical sense of humor. And because of that, Levi had to tone down on his sardonic jokes around the little girl. Levi wasn’t necessarily physically affectionate but he does soften around Amelia as the little girl never fails to supply him with endless hugs and kisses on the cheek. She may be both a Mommy’s and Daddy’s girl, but the way she looks up to Levi is the kind of father-daughter bond that you hardly see in real life. She aspires to be like him. Even if there were times where she would be scolded by you both, (most especially Levi) she never took that against you.  She sees all the good and positive sides of your husband that others outside of your circle fail to see.

Rule #2: Let your children know that they have other “guardian angels” who they can rely on aside from their parents.

“My daughter has both my wife and I’s best friends to learn from or to look up to. Her kooky aunkling and her blunt uncle have become one of the most precious people in her life. Even the young ins working at Survey Corp Tech have become older siblings to her and get along with her so well. Remember that there will always be close relatives or friends who can and will help them when they lose their way. Let them spread sunshine and love to others.”

Whether it’s a regular trip to Coney Island or your monthly trips to Disneyland, Hanji or Erwin would totally tag along. Amelia absolutely loves and vibes with Hanji’s quirkiness so well. They would wear matching Mickey Mouse ears, ride the kiddie roller coaster that Amelia wanted to ride on a million times per visit, buy her all the ice cream and treats she wants (despite Levi’s warnings and the reprimanding that Hanji has to suffer from the both of you right after.) They just want Amelia to experience all the fun, the joy, and innocence of living in the moment. As a kid, it’s better if she sees how precious life is, how she should cherish it and that she doesn’t have to grow up so fast just yet. 

Erwin on the other hand, brought out Amelia’s intellectual side more. As soon as a new and critically acclaimed children’s book hit the shelves, you bet Amelia has a copy right away. Whenever Levi would take her to Erwin’s bookstore, she wanders around like it’s this huge mysterious archive that can only be accessed by her. The Adults section is forbidden, so were the cheap romance novels in the back, and the books written by youtubers. God forbid she read those. When her Uncle Erwin got her into reading Roald Dahl’s children’s books, you had to watch Amelia run around the penthouse with a little red ribbon tied on top of her hair, wanting to be referred to as Matilda, along with you and Levi having to pretend that she had telekinetic powers for 6 months straight. It was her cutest phase yet and you just know there were many more to come. 

There were also Eren and his friends who loved Amelia dearly whenever she came over to visit. Your little cousin refused to be called Uncle Eren and instead wanted to be called big bro, and in which Amelia happily complied. Whenever it was Amelia’s weekly “Visit Mommy at Work” day, she had her own room in your office where Eren and your other young associates would babysit her. In fact, they would actually take turns in babysitting at your condo whenever you and Levi went out for date night. Amelia was introduced to playing video games like Animal Crossing and Pokemon solely because of them (more specifically because of big bro Jean, big sis Sasha, and big bro connie.) They even ended up influencing her to watch anime when her big brother “Minmin” and big sis “Mimi” accidentally left the TV on and Amelia literally binge-watched half of the existing Studio Ghibli movies to this date. 

Rule #3: Your children will think that you are Superman or Iron Man. Make sure to act like them and never let them down by ruining their innocence and imagination.”

(A little note was attached to this page: Please don’t let Amelia read this. Read her a fairy tale instead while skimming through this.)

“It all started when my daughter found an entire encyclopedia on ancient and legendary family clans around the world. The Ackerman clan was on the very first page after the intro and she read through all 50 pages of it. The look of awe on her face when she read that her dad’s ancestors exhibit physical abilities much higher than the average human. In a 7 year old’s mind and vocabulary, that automatically translates to a superhero akin to that of Superman. 

Ever since then, My daughter has forced me to become more creative with doing very mundane tasks and chores. I pretend to have superpowers. Such as teleporting around the house whilst cleaning. I tell her to close her eyes or else my teleportation powers won’t work. Then when I cook in the kitchen and she watches me intently, I tell her that the salt and pepper have magical properties that only I can touch and hold because to her, at that moment, I was “Doctor Stwange.”

and one time, when I picked her up from school, she was babbling on about how she told her friends and playmates that she had two superhero parents she was very proud of. Then one of the other kids asked if I was a strong soldier who killed huge humanoid monsters using sharp blades. To which I replied that could have possibly happened in a different universe. Her hearty laughs and giggles whenever she sees me using my superpowers makes me anxious over the fact I have to tell her someday that my powers never existed.”

Whilst you were on your monthly trip, you and Levi would have private video calls whenever Amelia was finally put to bed. There, he told you about what happened in Amelia’s ballet classes that week and how the single mothers were more persistent than usual.

They could clearly see that Levi was not interested but apparently the fact that your husband waving his ring finger every single time someone approached him wasn’t obvious enough, apparently the fact that he was married made the risk even more worth it to these prying moms who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t until Amelia had enough and respectfully called them out by saying that his dad was married and he was never going to be interested in Karens (a slang word that she learned from Eren and friends) Since then, the invasion of parent to parent boundaries had finally stopped. Levi was very relieved and at ease whilst telling you the story yet you were laughing your heart out at the ingenious remarks of your very own daughter on top of the irresistible charm and looks of your own husband that made single mothers be damned. 

Rule #4: The most important rule of all: Love your spouse as you want your children to be loved in the future.

“Since my wife is on a business trip right now as I type this and she may or may not know that I had written this book for her to read when she comes home, my daughter came up to me a few days ago and told me how she missed her mom so much. The video calls we had every night were not enough to satisfy her for the remaining days her mother would be gone. She then proceeds to tell me that she loves the way I love (Y/N). My daughter loved how patient I was and how I supported her through every endeavor that her mother had ever thought up with that brilliant mind of hers. She mentioned how I was there for her through every success and failure, through hardships, difficulties and misunderstandings. My daughter was happy because I stuck with her mother through everything. All the pain, suffering, conflicts that we both experienced individually and as husband and wife. Little ears and little eyes are watching and observing the actions and sweet gestures of their parents. Make sure to remember that.”

“What is gravy (grief) if not love persevewing?” (persevering) My daughter had even recounted a quote from the Disney Marvel show, WandaVision just to prove a point to me. That was when I realized something and decided to list down a few things: 

1. The best lovers are the best of friends.

Levi’s relationship with you was rocky at first simply because the two of you didn’t have a lot in common. Your personalities clashed and the two of you could barely make things work in the beginning. He was always well-dressed, on time, and was very prim and proper. However, Levi was cold, strict, and unapproachable. You on the other-hand were quite the opposite. You used to arrive late, didn’t care too much about your style as long as you wore the appropriate outfit, but you were carefree, laidback and friendly. Having to set aside your differences was a process that required sacrifice, time, and effort. It took long and a lot of petty arguments before the two of you fully understood each other, accepted each other's faults and quirks, and became even closer. Both as friends and lovers. You and Levi treat each other not as just the “person I love and I’m married to for the rest of my life”, but also as a best friend for life. Soulmates

2. Their dreams are just as important as yours.

Levi’s dream was to open up a tea shop and start a family with you. That was all he ever wanted. The blissful simplicity of his in comparison to your techy and out of this world ambitions, goes to show how much they weigh as aspirations and wants in life. You have to value your significant other’s dreams and ambitions just as much as you highly value yours. No matter how hard or how simple they are, the both of you can achieve it with the help of each other. The only thing left in your agenda was to open up his long-awaited Tea Shop. You were about to surprise him with the plans of opening one up on the day of his birthday, and you just can’t wait for that day to finally come.

3. You have to let them be free.

Levi absolutely knew what he was getting into when he met you. It was love at first sight when he met you, He drunkenly admitted that one time when he’s had too much champagne on your friday date night. He knew that you were an adventurer. A wandering soul who had a goal and a purpose set in stone. He always knew you were going to reach greater heights and he knew that you would never leave him behind and would always have him go on a ride. He’s always known about your capabilities and your potential and he didn’t want you to stray away from that. And, if the time were to come that you had to leave him behind to soar greater heights, he’d understand that. He’d always let you be free and make sure you don’t fly too close to the sun. That was just how selfless Levi is. The thing is, he knows you would do the same for him. It was a perfect balance. 

4. It is an honor to love and to be loved by them.

To be wrapped in the arms of someone who feels like home or has become the definition of home, To be stargazing with on a chilly summer night in where you talk about your future and your plans, To be sharing a cup of coffee or tea with in the morning and begrudgingly dancing with you against his will, To be watching your child playing in her room and do nothing but look adoringly at the most precious soul to have ever been produced by your encompassing love, and to be spending the rest of your life with someone who has done nothing but be with you through every pivotal moment in your life was such an honor. 

It is an honor to be loved by Levi, as he is honored to be loved by you. 

“...The end.” You close the book with a deep but contented sigh. Tears were welling up in your eyes and you’re trying your best not to break down in front of Amelia. 

“Mommy… are you crying?” She tilts her head in inquiry. “Is it because you’re tired from work?”

“No. baby. These are happy tears, Lili. Don’t worry.”

Before you could speak up once more, you notice Levi had slowly sprung up from the couch, and began to stretch his arms. His eyes widen when he sees you from the opposite couch. “(Y/N)... you were supposed to arrive at 6 AM right? Amelia and I were supposed to pick you-”

Amelia opens her mouth to speak as she jumps down from the couch and crawls up to sit next to Levi. “Daddy! I showed Mommy the book you wrote! She loved it! Right, Mommy?”

“You did?” Your husband perks up from his seat, clearing his throat. “T-that’s not the entire book yet by the way. We had to give back the original copies to Erwin for reprinting. The self-help book is currently rising up the charts to be a New York Times Best Seller.” 

Before Levi could properly react, you move to the free space on the couch next to him. Holding his hand and gazing into his forlorn yet loving eyes, you muttered. “Love, that’s amazing. I’m really really proud of you. Next time though, please do tell me that you’ve written a self-help book and dethroned all those mommy authors from the bestselling charts.” 

Levi stifles a laugh, stroking your thumb and bringing you and Amelia closer to him for warmth. “I will. I will.” 

Amelia looks up at the two of you, squeezing out of the sandwich, so that you and Levi can have your quality time with each other. “Goodnight Mom! Goodnight Dad!” She approaches the two of you so that she can be given her nightly kiss on the cheek as she retreats to her room. 

“What if I write a novel too?” You joke, snuggling up to Levi, your husband wrapping his arm around you. “The title could be… The way of the Wife boss?” 

“That could be a good sequel. A shared book universe. Then, Amelia could continue the collection when we’re old and sour as hell.” Levi mused.

“Pfft. I guess only time will tell. I love you Levi.”

“I love you too (Y/N).”

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My Lady, Amoreena

summary: on November 13th, 2021, Amoreena turns 8

word count: 2076

Amoreena Masterlist

First’s are important.

In his mother's scrapbook, there are more pages from his first year of life than anything else. Everything from the moment he was born, his first bath, first Christmas, and the most pages went to his first birthday. There are photos of both his parents holding him, his grandparents before they passed, his aunts and uncles and the 3 older cousins he had. All people he doesn’t know anymore, surround him and a cake and a big smile on his baby face.

“You were a cute kid, dad,” Amoreena smiles as she looks through the pages.

She’s sitting on Diana’s lap, on her own grandmother's couch, both sides of her family converged in one room and it was so, so strange for Spencer to witness. Linda and Bob were sharing photos of Y/N and their other kids, Y/N was currently headed back to their house for Amoreena’s baby photos, taking a bit longer than usual with her heavy bump.

They were all together to celebrate his first baby’s birthday. While Jo is technically the oldest and Elly is technically the first baby he’s had more than just a hand in making, Amoreena is the first child he knew he had and by all means the one who holds the most of his heart. But they were celebrating early, her birthday wasn’t for a few more days, they just knew they wouldn’t be home for her birthday.

She was about to be 8 years old, she had a big party planned for the Saturday following her birthday, with all her cousins and dad’s work friends, but this was just for the close family. And Amoreena’s best friend, who wasn’t there yet, given she was a bit busy these days.

All her presents were sitting on the kitchen table, replacing the magnificent dinner her nanny Linda made for her and waiting to be replaced once again with cake soon— or in this case, nanny’s famous chocolate pie.

“Look who I found wandering the yard,” Y/N’s voice cuts into all the fun as she pushes the screen door open more.

“Taylor!!” Amoreena hops off Diana's lap and runs towards the door, wrapping her arms around Taylor and holding her close. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she smiles so big as she holds her. “Is it okay that I brought Joe with me?”

“It might get a little confusing with my sister, but yes he’s allowed to come,” she was too funny for how little she was.

Joe greets her next, getting down on one knee and taking her hand in his, “what a pleasure to meet you, Lady Amoreena.”

“I forgot you were British,” she giggles, blushing slightly.

“It’s funny isn’t it,” Taylor teases him as well.

Then she starts giving everyone else a hug, having been to the farm enough times over the last few months to have an amazing relationship with Y/N’s family. They didn’t know it yet, but Taylor bought Bob a new tractor for Christmas, knowing he was having a hard time with his current one during hay season. She was like an honorary daughter to them.

“Where is your sister?” Taylor asks Amoreena when she realizes she’s one hug short. “I haven’t seen her yet.”

“She’s at Henry’s house tonight,” Amoreena answers, “they’re probably kissing… they’ve been so gross lately.”

Taylor laughs, picking her up and bringing her towards the present table, “then you might not like my present from you…”

Amoreena’s eyebrows raise, cautious and confused, “what?”

“Here,” she hands her a tiny box from the table that she had sent in advance.

“Can I mom?” She turns to Y/N.

“Yeah, go for it, kiddo,” she cheers on, waving her hand and then immediately rubbing her bump.

Amoreena tears through the paper, opening the box and squealing, “I wanted one of these!!!” She says as she pulls a red scarf out of the box to wrap it around her neck when 4 pieces of paper fall out from inside.

Invitations to the All Too Well Premiere in New York, to be exact.

She quickly wraps it around her, before bending down and picking them up. She reads them fast, eyes widening and mouth opening but she’s oddly silent, wanting to scream but not having the capacity to.

“No…” she shakes her head. “I get to go?”

Taylor nods, “you’re a Red baby, I can’t have the Red release party without you.”

She hugs Taylor, excited as ever before handing the remaining tickets to her parents, “open my gift next,” Y/N says, getting her dad to bring the biggest gift from the table to the little girl's reach.

She unwraps a suitcase and then outfits from her grandparents until there are only 2 gifts left on the table. One from Diana and one from Spencer. “Open grandma Di’s first,” Spencer says, handing it to her and watching her open it, having no idea what she bought her.

She unwraps the gift, opening the box delicately and setting it down on the floor so she can look at the contents better. “No way?”

“I thought if you want to be a writer, you need the essentials, so that’s your own special writing book and an engraved pen fit for a future queen,” Diana explains as she takes out the gold pen and turns it around.

She gets up from the floor and runs into Diana’s arms, holding her tight and kissing her cheek, “thank you, this is the best gift, I’m going to write every day.”

“You can send me letters with the extra paper and envelopes I put in the box. They’re addressed and stamped so you can send them whenever they’re ready.” Diana holds her close with a smile on her face, “did you know your dad used to send me a letter every day when I was living in Las Vegas?”

She nods, “he said you guys were best friends like me and my mom.”

“We were,” Diana smiles, “you have the best dad, and I think it’s time you open the present from him now.”

Amoreena wanders back to Spencer, hopping up onto the kitchen chair beside him and looking at the gift in his hands, “I’m so excited.”

“Yeah?” Spencer worries, no gift could ever make up for the birthdays he missed, but he was trying.

She nods, innocent smile and wide eyes, “I’ve never gotten a gift from my dad before, this is a special birthday.”

He already knows he’s going to cry when she opens it, he didn’t expect her to make him feel this emotional already. “Open it,” he whispers so he won't cry.

She tears back the paper, noticing it’s a book she flips it around and looks at the cover. “Amoreena: from the other side— dad, did you write this?”

He nods, feeling the tears well in his eyes, “I wanted you to know what it’s been like for me to go from not knowing you, to having the best daughter in the world.”

She wraps her arms around him, “I love you so much dad, I can’t wait to read this.”

“One day we need an Amoreena movie,” Taylor teases in the background of their moment, “like the Waltons but modern.”

Y/N laughs, “you know that show’s based on a book called Spencer’s mountain, right? It always comes back full circle with us.”

“Seriously?” Both Spencer and Diana say at the same time, “I had no idea, I always loved that show,” Diana continues.

Y/N nods, “I almost named Amoreena Elizabeth cause she was my favourite character. I always knew I’d end up with a John-boy type.”

“You know what really needs a movie,” Amoreena’s little voice peeps in, staring right at Taylor, “we need a Betty, James and August movie, and if you wait a bit I’ll be old enough to play August one day.”

“You’d want to do that?” Taylor smiles, “I’d love to have you in one of my videos.”

“and I’ve always dreamed of wearing the teardrops on my guitar dress to prom,” she just keeps listing her dreams like Taylor was her fairy godmother.

“I still have it,” Taylor smiles, “and your hair is just curly enough to re-create the look perfectly.”

She’s still holding the book from her dad when she sits down beside Taylor, flipping through the pages quietly and smiling to herself as she blocks out all the conversations happening around her. Spencer watches with a fondness he’s always felt around her, his little girl was perfect in every sense of the world, he was so in love with his family and his life. It was everything he’s ever wanted, and now she was living the best life because of it.

—

A little while after cake, Taylors left, Poppy bob was driving Diana home, Y/N was laying down with her feet up and it was just Spencer and Amoreena. She had her bath, she’s in her PJ’s, cuddled up against her father under her quilt and under the glow of the nightlight, he holds her a bit closer.

The book he’s spent the last 3 months on, barely 200 pages, it’s full of small stories, life-changing events, both happy and sad, and all the love he had for her explained as well as he could on paper. “I know it’s not much of a gift—

“It’s my favourite gift,” she cuts him off. “Dad, I love you and I love listening to you, so now I have a book that’s always going to have your voice to me and I’ll always have a part of you. Like I have with GG, it’s so special dad.”

“You’re so special,” he hugs her tighter.

“I get it from you,” she replies, smiling up at him with his brown eyes and her mother's chin, his nose but her face shape, she was perfectly them.

“I was always worried my kids would hate me for making them like me because I had a very hard time being me as a kid,” he always tells her the truth. “But you somehow took all the parts about me I never liked and made me realize just how freaking cool they are. You’ve changed my whole perception of the world, you’re the best person I know.”

“Don’t let mom hear that,” she smiles, laughing as she leans into his chest more. “But you’re also the best person I know. Also the best dad…”

“But?” He can tell there was something left hanging at the end of that sentence.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispers. “I don’t want you to tell mom.”

“Okay.”

“Last year on my birthday, I wished to have a dad,” she whispers. “My classmates all had dads, and I knew Michael's dad was cool, and I wanted one.”

“I always wanted a dad too, it doesn’t mean I love my mom any less,” Spencer reassures her. “But I’m really glad you wished for me because that wish found me and it pulled me to you.”

She smiles even wider, “like an invisible string.”

He nods, “you’re the best, and no matter what, you’re always going to be my first little girl and I’m always going to love you. I was always meant to be your dad.”

“Even when the baby gets here?” She lets it out and he can see the weight lift from her shoulders.

“Even when the baby gets here,” he confirms. “You know how it was so easy for you to welcome Jo and love her?” She nods, “well, it’s like that whenever we have kids, my heart grows to love everyone equally, no one gets replaced, they just find room.”

“You’re the best dad,” she says it again as her eyes start to get heavier and her words come out slower, “this was the best day, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet pea,” he kisses the top of her head and wiggles free of her grasp.

He tucks her into bed, patting her bed lightly and smiling down at her, “thank you for being my dad,” she whispers one last time.

“Thanks for being my little girl,” he tries to not get too emotional, sneaking out of her room before he really starts to cry.

He would have never imagined his life would become this if you had asked him this time last year, but he also wouldn’t change it for the world.

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All That Glitters...

Title: All That Glitters

Theme: Letters/Cards (Day 6)

Fandom/Characters: AEW, Nick Jackson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 477

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There was glitter everywhere. 

Literally everywhere. Nick had even found little flecks of it in his cereal that morning. 

He was positive it could probably be found in his lungs from inhaling it over the last few days. 

His kitchen table was covered in a million different colors of glitter, glues, sequins, and ribbons. And his girlfriend sat hunched over the table, focused on her project at hand. 

When Y/N had come up with the idea of making handmade Christmas cards to send out to his family, He hadn't taken into account just how detail-oriented and meticulous she was. 

Nick only realized how in-depth her plan was when he saw the list of recipients she had made. 

It wasn't just his parents and siblings, but aunt's, uncle's, cousins, family friends, friends, and coworkers. He was pretty sure his third grade teacher was even on the list.  

"Don't you think this is going a little overboard Babe?" Nick chuckled, easing himself down into the chair next to her. 

She didn't even look up from the tiny rhinestones she was gluing onto the cover of her current Christmas card. 

"Not at all. I think they all look perfect so far" She proudly smiled. 

"This is just a lot of cards, aren't you getting tired of this? You've been going at it for almost a week now." He shrugged, trying to shake off some glitter from his hands. "When you mentioned doing Christmas cards, I thought we would just print out a picture and send it out to a few people. Not everyone I've ever met in my life" he joked. 

"Everyone always does the family photo thing, I wanted these to be special and crafted with love" Y/N smiled widely, sitting up to look over at Nick. 

She sighed when she saw the look on his face. 

"Babe, I'm having fun with this." She scooted her chair closer to his, looking up into his eyes with a smile. "I grew up in a very small family. I didn't have all these siblings and cousins, so sending out Christmas cards was never something I got to experience." 

Nick nodded, realizing how much this had meant to her. He threw his arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her temple. 

"I guess I take having a huge family for granted sometimes. I'm happy that you care so much and consider my family your own Babe." He smiled. 

Y/N laughed, going back to working on her card. "Well they are pretty great, and so are you." She winked. 

Nick chuckled and reached over to pick up a bottle of glue and container of glitter. "Do you mind if I help? I can be pretty creative." He said confidently. 

"I would love for you to join me" she smiled widely and passed him a blank sheet of cardstock. 

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