#Has this been done yet? I made this in a burst at like 5 AM sdfadf

[cheshirehedgie]

This is a daily reminder to vote Kazui innocent! Do it for dad!

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #mukuhara kazui #007 #ミルグラム #ムクハラ カズイ #カズイ #hedgie squeaks #Do it for him! I beg you! qwq #I'm legit terrified of what could happen to both him and the others if he's guilty man;; #He was even patrolling the prison on his birthday #he cares TvT #Has this been done yet? I made this in a burst at like 5 AM sdfadf

[babygirl-riley]

Daddy’s Gonna Buy You a Mockingbird

When coming home Simon hears his daughter start to fuss.

Warnings: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, fluff, swearing, Dad!Simon

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family edition

Simon was fucking tired, the mission was long and difficult. It took them 4 months to plan the fucker just for the target to know their every move. He lost lots of men and women those nights, they had to camp somewhere in the middle of the desert cause transportation got fucked.

He unlocked the door of his home and walked in. Immediately he heard the whimpering. Simon heard you trying to lullaby both of your toddler. Simon was told that she has been sick for almost 4 days. It was teething that led to two ear infections. His poor angel was getting her ass jumped left and right with them infections.

He took his mask and boots off leaving them on the shelf near the door. He locked the door as he made his way through the hallway. When getting closer he heard you sniffling. “I don’t know what to do baby girl,” The toddler cried harder as you cried with her. “I am sorry. What do you need baby?”

Simon tapped the door making you jump. At first you thought you were going to fight but then relief came through. “Simon,” You started to sob. “Just take a shower and I will be there in minute.”

“I can take her.” He said walking fully in.

“No,” You wiped your tears quickly before shaking your head. “It’s fine you just got home. Please just take a shower love.”

Simon nodded, he didn’t want to but he could tell if he didn’t you would burst. He saw the dark circles under your eyes, how red your eyes were. You haven’t gotten any sleep. That tugged at his best strings, you have been dealing with this all by yourself so he wants to be able to help you.

Simon quickly got into the shower, washing all the paint, blood, sweat, and dirt from him. He waited for a moment before turning the faucet off and get out. He heard your sobs once more as he wrapped the towel around himself. Opening the door that showed you laying on your side curled up. Simon walked up to you and sat next to your body. He placed a hand on your hip rubbing circles.

“Not the best welcome home,” You sighed turning to face him. “Im sorry.”

“For what love? Taking care of our child? Don’t ever apologize for that.” He reassured, basically whispering.

“Just me crying and Im so fucking tried. She doesn’t sleep nothing longer than maybe 5 minutes before she is screaming. And I wanted to give you a warmer welcome and instead buzzed you off and…”

“Thats enough sweethear’ it has been a long week for you,” He got up to grab sweatpants and went around to his side to pull the blankets up and over him. You watched as he laid and scooted closer to you wrapping his arm around you. “Come ‘ere, get some sleep my dove.”

He doesn’t remember when you fell asleep or even him. Simon heard the soft whimpers start, you didn’t move and he was glad that you didn’t. He was also very happy that you moved out of his grasp while in your sleep. Simon carefully and quietly headed out of the room. Rubbing his tired eyes as he made it to his daughter’s room.

When he approached the room there she was. Standing up in her crib crying, once her eyes landed on his she cried harder. “Daddy.” She called a couple of times.

“Alright princess, you’re alright daddy’s here.” He said picking her up.

It took him a back of how hot she is, sweat gripping her pjs. Her crying increasing as she gripped onto his shoulder. “Shhh I know,” He said bouncing up and down. “I know baby.”

He felt her diaper and walked to the changing table, which to her was a sin. When he placed her down she screamed a bit, immediately he gently placed a palm on her chest. Putting small pressure. She stopped screaming as she still cried. His daughter loved when he did that when she wanted to be cuddled yet when he had to do certain things like this.

Because of how many times he has done this with her, he one handed did the diaper. He left her only in her diaper, get some air to her skin due to sweating and her being hot. As she still cried, he picked her up and lead out of the room walking to the kitchen. “Let’s try a warm bottle and me a tea yeah?” He said quietly, holding her close as she still cried.

While working on the bottle he rocked back and forth waiting for the teapot to heat up. He wrapped both of his arms around her holding her more close. “I’m ‘orry my birdie, teeth are arseholes. I know.”

She held around his neck placing her head down on his shoulder. Simon kept holding on until the smallest noise came from the pot. He didn’t want to wake you, he was even surprised you haven’t woke up yet. His daughter became more whimpering than crying.

He poured his mug first so the water could cool down just a bit more. Then poured water into her bottle. He made his tea before finish making her bottle. Afterward he walked to the living room and placed the tv on. Miss Rachel was her favorite to watch lately, that’s what you mentioned.

He placed her forward towards the tv as he placed his mug on the side table. Simon held her close to him as she drank her bottle. Rubbing her belly as he watched the show with her. He hated this woman, just found her annoying, you mentioned to him that it was her job to do that fake high pitch thing. To him it just made him want to mute it and never see it again.

His daughter leaned closer to him as he sipped his tea. She sniffled and hiccuped due to crying the whole time. He smoothed her thick blonde hair back, making her eyes roll. Another thing she gets from him. People massaging his scalp or play with his hair he would pass out from.

After three videos both Simon and her were laying on the couch. He had her on his chest with a blanket on both of them. “Shh I know,” He said as she started to whimper again. “Daddy is here, don’t worry. He will stay. I would do anythin’ for you not to be in this pain.”

She sucked on her binki her eyes rolling fighting sleep. Yet another thing she got from him. Fighting sleep. Simon remembered when you told him you were pregnant with her. He was terrified. Scared that he wouldn’t be good to her, that he would turn into his own father.

Simon actually left for hours from the house making you think that it was a bad idea to tell him. Until he came back in tears, first time you seen him break down. Telling you his fears and worries. You would comfort him and hold him that he has never been an ounce of his father. Never be like him.

Simon remembered when he asked for his dad to hold him. His dad told him to stop being a child, to grow up. Or even watch him cry in pain and laugh at the fact he was crying. He even remember Tommy being hit for even mentioning that his throat hurt. Telling him that is something to be crying about when he was hurt.

Because of those memories he was going on for months in his mind that he didn’t believed that, didn’t believe that he would be a good father, it wasn’t until she was born. When he held her in his big hands. He knew that this was the opportunity to not be his low life father. And yet here he was being not that, his father would have never been comforting him when he was sick. Holding him. Loving him. He was grateful to be able to be here for her. For you. To show the love and care that he wanted to.

Simon sighed as he felt her breathing slow down, falling into deep sleep. He settled more down into the couch as he closed his eyes, holding on to his princess.

You woke up with the sun beaming into the room. You groaned as you placed a hand to where Simon would have been. It was cold. You opened your eyes and frowned. Was a dream that he was home? You sighed getting up and heading to your daughter’s room. For it to be empty too.

You walked around the house figuring out where the hell was your daughter. Which when you heard Miss Rachel on the tv and two figures on the couch. It made your heart swell. You walked to around to face both your daughter clinging onto her father. Simon softly snoring and his daughter as well. You forget how similar they look.

The soft features of when they slept. Their hair. Their nose. You also noticed that she was just in her diaper and didn’t look sweaty. You inhaled deeply feeling a bit of relief. Hopefully that means that her temperature went down and back to normal.

You smiled thinking about the time where you were almost about to pop. Simon holding your tummy telling your daughter that he will protect her with every ounce of his being. Not matter where or what she is doing, he will be there. You would play with his hair as he rubbed your tummy, feeling her move every time he would place a hand on your tummy.

You grabbed both bottle and mug, walking back to the kitchen. “Definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.” You whispered, starting to make breakfast for your perfect family.

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[s0ulsniper]

albert aretz x gn!reader

warnings: just pure fluff

ask: "Heyooo!! I'm just gonna request an Albert imagine, basically, after hehe gets done recording a video (at like 3 in the morning...) gn! Reader is sleeping and he lays down on their chest and reader wakes up like 2 hours later and sees him and it's all cute and stuff (you can add whatever you want at the end) And I love your writing btw it makes my day ‼️"

synopsis: albert finishes editing, and as exhausted as he is, he falls asleep on top of you.

pairings: albert aretz (flamingo) x gn!reader

a/n: hey hey anon! thanks for such a description, it rlly made it so much easier. also, thanks so much for the kind words it means a lot to me and I hope you have a great weekend !! hope u like it. :)

the late night hadn't gotten to albert the way it had gotten to you, he knew once you sent him a text 4 hours before that you were out like a light in your usual sprawled out from that took across majority of the bed. he loved you for it, yet sometimes he wished he had room.

he was almost finished recording a new horror game that his fans had been beginning for him to play. he understood why while he made it. not only was it a long story game, but it's probably one of the scariest he has seen on the platform.

not enough to scare him though, right?

he clicked out of his Roblox tab and powered off his computer once he stopped the recording, yawning with his arms outstretched.

he had been waiting on this moment for the entire night, finally getting to fall asleep with you even if you didn't notice until the morning. he loved having you with him despite majority of his time going towards creating content and interacting with his fanbase and friends.

he loved how you understood.

his door creaks open once he shuts off the lights, feeling the hours of sitting in his lower back. he knew this nights sleep would last until mid afternoon, potentially more.

his office door closes with a low click. he could see the nightlights poking from under the door, he knew you loved the type of lighting from the lampposts. he had never seen someone fall asleep so quickly.

he opens the door to your bedroom after washing himself up, prepping for the night. his tired eyes fall into your form.

words couldn't describe how beautiful he thought you are, especially now with the blankets barley wrapped over you, and your hair messy from tossing and turning.

he feels his lips tug upwards as he walks quietly towards the bed, prompting himself to collapse as gently as he could on top of you.

the best pillow in the world, he wouldn't choose anything else.

his light smile remained on his face as he drifted off into his comforting sleep, his arm draped over your waist and his head gently tucked under yours.

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your body forces you awake at around 5:00 am, cold from the lack of blanket covering your body.

as you snap back into reality you feel the blanket at your feet, reaching down to grab for it. in the midst of it, you're stopped.

there was a heavy weight on your chest, which was weird considering your cat was sleeping peacefully on your side.

you look down as much as you can and feel Albert's hair poking at your neck, him sprawled out on top of you looking as comfortable and as adorable as ever.

you use whatever strength in you not to burst into laughter at the sight and instead settle on pulling the warm cover onto of you.

albert shifts, and you feel his arm around your waist tighten, a sigh of content leaving his body.

you run your fingers through his hair, who cares about not being able to feel your arm? worth it.

you fall back into your dream filled sleep of whatever you were as before.

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🏷️: @batluvr666 @yeehawbrothers @dogdevourer @ilovelyyoungie

#albert aretz #flamingo #flamingo x reader #albert aretz x reader #albert x reader #x reader

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Four: Celestial Family Issues Strike Again

Summary: (Y/N) confronts Michael.

            “I’m Michael.”

            The clipped, southern accent, so lacking in the smooth speech Lucifer had, spoke the words (Y/N) had known in their heart: this wasn’t Lucifer. This was an angel, yes, but this one lied.

            “Michael?” they repeated, narrowing their eyes.

            Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course my brother didn’t talk about me. Always was self-centered.”

            “Don’t think you’re special, he doesn’t talk about any angels,” said (Y/N), unimpressed by his attempt to anger them.

            Little did Michael know, (Y/N) was fantastic at being angry and still handling their shit. It was Celestials and everyone else from the Bible that made problems and then couldn’t fix them themselves.

            Michael sneered, and (Y/N) was quite satisfied to see that he was easier to perturb than Lucifer. They could work with that. (Admittedly, they shouldn’t be upsetting a Celestial since they also had terrible anger-management skills, but what did (Y/N) care?)

            “Well, he left his family, and now he left you, so we’re on the same level,” said Michael.

            “You guys threw him out,” snapped (Y/N).

            “He deserved it,” said Michael. “He wanted power that wasn’t his to take.”

            “And yet you’re the one down here trying to be him. Seems like you want power,” said (Y/N).

            Michael’s jaw tightened, and (Y/N) recognized the identical expression from Lucifer (mostly when Cain had been an issue and flirting with Chloe). They had hit the bullseye head-on.

            “I’m here to mess up his power,” said Michael defensively. “I don’t need anything that he has.”

            “Then leave,” said (Y/N) sharply. “If this was just you being a shitty brother, then just leave. You got found out. The game’s up. Go away.”

            Michael stepped forward, and (Y/N) tensed. “You think just because Lucifer’s brat knows who I am that anything is over? I’m still here. He’s still in Hell.”

            “Why do you care about Lucifer? You’re right, he’s not here. So what you do doesn’t matter. Just leave,” said (Y/N).

            They just wanted Michael to go. They were furious at him, but they just wanted him to leave. He had already hurt them by making them think Lucifer returned and creating a lie. All they wanted was for him to leave.

            Michael grinned. “Just because he’s in Hell doesn’t mean he doesn’t know when his toys get a little broken.”

            The shadows quivered as (Y/N) heard the words. Cocking their head, they regarded him darkly.

            “Breaking his ‘toys?’ ” The words were light but holding a lot of emotion.

            Michael grinned. “Chloe Decker. You. Who knows what could happen.”

            Thwip!

            Lashing out, razor-quick, the shadows grabbed for Michael. He paused in surprise, but his black wings (so different from Lucifer’s brilliant white feathers) erupted from his back and carried him away from the shadows.

            Michael dodged in the air, but (Y/N) wasn’t done. Their red wings burst from their back, and they launched through the air. Michael twisted away, but (Y/N) pushed off the wall. Their wings beat powerfully against the air, and they were in front of Michael in the next moment.

            They grabbed him and slammed him down on the ground. With only wings, Michael, although he had experience flying, was at a slight disadvantage. While (Y/N) hit his head against the ground, the shadows grabbed him to restrain him.

            “Don’t threaten Chloe. Don’t threaten me. Don’t threaten Lucifer!” they shouted, shadows crawling up the walls and blotting out the light.

            “You brat,” snarled Michael. Beating his wings against the ground, he dislodged the shadows and threw (Y/N) back.

            They hit a table hard, and it cracked, breaking. Hitting the ground, (Y/N) yelped as fractured wood cut their wings and arms. They groaned and tried to push themself up. Their wings fluttered in an attempt to pull them up. As they regained their focus, though, Michael was approaching with a fury in his eyes that made (Y/N) flinch back. They’d seen that look in people’s eyes before—in their biological “family.”

            “If I have to do some real damage to get Lucifer’s attention, then so be it,” sneered Michael. “He likes drama, right? I can give him some.”

            Panic gripped (Y/N)’s heart. Scrambling back, instinct took over as Michael surged towards them with a single powerful flap of his dark wings. Shadows ripped up from the ground in a wave of pure darkness, overcoming even the color of Michael’s wings.

            “Don’t touch me!” screamed (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut.

            The entire room shook as shadows pulled from every surface, shattering glass, metal, and wood. Pieces of all of it slammed into Michael in a tidal wave, sending him flying. Michael let out a shout of pain as he hit the ground and the shadows pummeled him into the ground.

            (Y/N) flinched and pulled back more as he screamed. Opening their eyes, they stared in fright at Michael. Their eyes widened. A large, bleeding wound cut across his face. Next to him, carried in the storm of shadows (Y/N) had summoned, one of Em’s demon blades lay bloody on the floor.

            Michael pressed a shaky hand to his face. It came away red. His eyes raised to meet (Y/N)’s. Silence reigned.

            Frozen, (Y/N) stared back. And then, shakily, they stood. Their red wings folded behind them as they looked at Michael. Narrowing their eyes into a glare, (Y/N) forced strength into their words.

            “Get out of my home, Michael,” said (Y/N).

            Michael gritted his teeth, and his wings extended. In his eyes remained a fury that promised more trouble for (Y/N) and everyone else connected with them and Lucifer. But with a single flap of his wings, the angel disappeared to who-knows-where.

            (Y/N) was left alone. Exhausted, their wings retracted, and they collapsed onto the couch.

            Ding!

            The elevator doors beeped as they slid open.

            I swear to God, if this is another problem, I’m going to throw it off the terrace, thought (Y/N), lifting their head.

            “Holy shit, Birdie, are you okay?!”

            Well, that’s not bad. (Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened as Em ran over to their side.

            “I’m fine, I just broke the table and window for fun,” said (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), the sarcasm isn’t really helpful when it’s obvious something happened,” said Chloe.

            “Oh, hi, Chloe,” said (Y/N).

            “Birdie, just tell us what happened,” said Em. They held (Y/N)’s shoulders tightly and nearly shook them. “I’ve been calling for ages, but you weren’t answering!”

            “They were so worried they called me,” said Chloe, looking around. “Obviously, they were right to be.”

            “Seriously, what happened?” said Em, letting (Y/N) go.

            “I was right. Lucifer wasn’t himself,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” asked Chloe. “What’s wrong with him?”

            “It’s not Lucifer,” said (Y/N). “It’s his brother, Michael. He was trying to mess up Lucifer’s life by being him or whatever.”

            “Oh my god, and he did this?” said Chloe, looking around.

            “Well, kind of, it was him and me,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “Where is he? I need to talk to him,” said Em, standing and looking around for any of her weapons.

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re not doing anything,” said Chloe. “We can’t even convince anyone he’s not Lucifer.”

            “I solved that problem,” said (Y/N).

            Chloe and Em looked at them.

            They shrugged. “I accidentally scarred his face.”

            “You scarred an angel’s face?” Em’s eyes widened.

            “It was an accident!” said (Y/N) defensively. “I didn’t want to.”

            “You clash with authority and other mean people,” said Em.

            “I don’t go looking for fights; fights look for me.”

            Sighing, Chloe knelt by (Y/N) and Em. “We’re glad you’re okay, (Y/N). Really. But next time, make sure someone’s with you. If you had gotten hurt, none of us could’ve forgiven ourselves.”

            “Seriously, Birdie. We want you safe,” said Em.

            (Y/N) turned red as Em looked at them and nodded shortly. “Uh, yeah. You’re probably right,” they admitted.

            “What do we do next?” asked Em, looking at Chloe.

            “You make sure they’re not hurt and hiding it,” said Chloe, clocking (Y/N)’s habits instantly. “I’m going to call Linda to warn her.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I’m going to let Amenadiel know what one of his brothers is up to.”

            Celestial family issues strike again, thought (Y/N).

l

            “Michael.”

            Michael gritted his teeth before putting on a smile to face Amenadiel as he walked up behind him. “Looks like the cats out of the bag.”

            Amenadiel’s expression remained solemn, but his eyes flicked to Michael’s new scar.

            “Oh, yeah, you see that? Lucifer’s brat did that,” said Michael sourly, downing his drink.

            “You shouldn’t have tried to trick them. They still haven’t mastered their abilities,” said Amenadiel. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, Michael, but you shouldn’t have done what you did. And you shouldn’t have used fear to get into everyone’s heads, including mine.” He looked at the cut. “That’s what happens when you do what you shouldn’t. Eventually, you get hurt.”

            “Spare me,” said Michael, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need the righteous speech. I still live in the Silver City, unlike you.”

            Amenadiel narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I don’t live there, and you do. So you should go home, Michael. Just go home, heal, and let all of this go. You don’t belong here.”

            “Right, right. And when I do go home, I could also tell Remy it’s time to come back, ‘cause you know who else doesn’t belong here?” Michael cocked his head. Fear was his specialty. He knew what made Amenadiel tick and knew precisely where to twist the knife. “That’s right. Your son, Chucky. And, you know, Lucifer’s brat, (Y/N), isn’t exactly human, either. Maybe it’s time for them to go to the Silver City.”

            “I’m not afraid of you, Michael,” said Amenadiel. “Now go home.”

            Michael downed his drink. “Lucifer’s life sucks anyways.” He stood. “Only thing worse is his kid.”

            Amenadiel refused to let Michael leave feeling self-satisfied. “Oh, I think you doth protest too much.” Michael paused and looked back at him. “You see, you pride yourself on exploiting everyone’s fears, but we’ve always known yours. You’re terrified that Lucifer is better than you. That he’ll always be better than you.”

            “Please,” scoffed Michael, but his face was frozen at the words Amenadiel spoke. “Our brother? The Devil? The-the-the guy that was cast out of Heaven for all eternity?”

            “Exactly, Michael, because despite even that, you know, deep down…he’ll always end up winning,” said Amenadiel. “He found friends. He found a woman to love. He created a family with an amazing kid. And you can’t stand that he created all that on his own, despite everything else he’s done.”

            Michael’s jaw clenched. “We’ll see.”

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[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hi... I am so happy to see my request finally come true...

So here I am with another request and I have some particular theme in mind

Human optimus prime x reader. Optimus is an English teacher where the reader studies.

One day the reader finds a letter stuck in her book which she borrowed from the Library to find a beautiful poem (which optimus left accidentally). She decided to compliment that so she wrote something of her own...and returned it

And then she and that writer (optimus) started to talk anonymously through this type of letters eventually to find out about each and and confess falling for each in 2 line poem like

"roses are red,

voilet is blue

My heart beats so fast

When I think about u"

Fill the gap as u like...u can change it a bit as well

Thank you in advance if you are doing it

If not...it's fine also no biggie

Have a great day or night ❤️🩵💙

Hello hello! Thank you for this request and thank you for being so patient with me. I have finally finished it!

Human Optimus Prime English teacher x Female student Reader

This is set in a college, reader is at least 20+

~~~~~~

English has always been one of your favorite lessons. Something about it intrigued you, especially the poetry lessons. It may have helped that it was taught by your favorite teacher.

Mr. Prime stood at the front of the class, a poetry book in his hand. All eyes were on him as he spoke, talking about many of the techniques used by the author of said book.

The bell rang, indicating the end of class. Most of the class was happy and eager to leave. But the sound made you sad, you could have listened to Mr. Prime for another couple of hours. Yet you obeyed the bell since you had a few other classes to attend that day.

“Now, if anyone is interested in reading this, I do highly recommend it. You can find a copy in our own library here on campus.” Mr. Prime stated, then began saying his farewells to the students. You smiled at your favorite teacher, feeling a small burst of energy as he smiled back at you.

~

After finishing all your classes for the day, you headed to the library. It was late in the afternoon, making you doubt that the poetry book Mr. Prime suggested would still be there. But you thought you would check, just in case. To your surprise, it was still available. You reached out, grabbing the book. It was a little aged, the spine was worn and some of the pages were bent at the corner. That just meant it had been well-used and well-loved.

You checked out the book, tucking it away into your bag. You were going to look at it back in your dorm room, as you were starting to get hungry.

You grabbed food from the small café on campus, then headed to your dorm room. You were happy to have one of the rooms on the college grounds, it meant you never had to walk too far for anything whether it was classes or a quick meal.

Entering the small room, you tossed your bag and food onto the bed. You were done for the day, so you decided to change into more comfortable loungewear before climbing onto your bed. You pulled out your food, eating while you went through your bag.

You tugged the poetry book out, placing it in your lap and using one hand to open it. The moment the pages came loose, something fell out. It was a single piece of paper with writing on it. The handwriting was beautiful, neat, and well-written. It was a poem. You hummed in amusement, of course, it was a poem stuck inside a poetry book. It must have been left behind by the last person who checked the book out.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you began to read it.

You re-read the poem over and over at least 5 times. It was beautiful, soul-capturing, enlightening. The words stuck in your head on a constant loop. You knew it was just a random person's work, but the way the words were written, it felt as if it was a letter made just for you.

It was so inspiring that it made you want to write your own poem, in response to them.

You worked for hours, writing then scratching out the words and starting again. After going through at least ten pages of your notebook, you finally had something you felt was good enough. It wasn’t as good as the poem you just read, but it was still good.

~

A few days later you had finished the poetry book you took from the library. It was about time to return it. You picked it up, then spotted the poem that fell out of it sitting on your desk. Your own poem sat next to it. You wished you could find the author and tell them how much you loved their work, but you knew you’d never find out who wrote it.

Part of you wanted to keep the poem, but at the same time, you didn’t. It was so beautiful, that you felt it needed to be shared with the world. You grabbed a post-it, writing on it “This was beautiful”. Sticking the post-it on the mystery person's poem and put it back into the book. Your own poem caught your attention.

Before, you hadn’t been confident sharing your poems with other people. But the idea of sharing it with others anonymously didn’t seem so bad. You also thought it might be quite funny, giving the next person to check out the book two poems to read. You hoped someone would appreciate your work. You took another Post-it writing “Mine is not as good” and stuck it to your poem. You then placed it into the book behind the first.

You took the book back to the library, checked it back in, and placed it nicely onto the shelf. You felt happy and a little excited, you wondered who would get the book next and what they would think of it.

~

Once it was out of sight, you forgot about the poetry book. It only returned to your memory when you were in the library a couple of days later. Curious you made your way to the literary section; you dragged your finger across the books searching for it.

There it was, in the middle of the shelf. Its worn-out spine made your stomach flip in excitement. You wondered if there would be another addition to the poems, who it would be by, and what it would say. However, there was also the possibility that the poems would have been taken.

You picked up the book and opened its pages. The pages instantly opened themselves, revealing a single piece of paper. It was the same beautiful hand writing from the first poem, obviously from the same writer. Yet it was different. It was new!

You instantly started to read it, still standing in the middle of the library’s aisle. It started by quoting a line from your poem, then continued on its own, saying how much they loved your poem and how beautiful they thought it was. They wrote how they felt alone in their own poetic dreams, and that your words were like a song to their heart.

Your stomach fluttered as you read the poem, in complete disbelief that they liked your work. It made you ecstatic, your creative energy bursting. You had to respond and thank them for their words.

You rushed over to an empty table in the back of the library, pulling out your notebook. Scribbling away, you tried to put your emotions into words. You had to express how much their words meant to you. You finished the poem with a few lines about how much you enjoy poetry and how the act of writing poems gives you joy, like a fresh flower on a warm summer’s day. Once you were happy with your poem you tore out the page and stuck it into the poetry book.

This time you kept the mystery person's poem. Their words meant so much to you, so this time you were going to keep it to yourself. You gently put the poetry book back on the shelf and rushed out of the library. You thought about sticking around, waiting to see who would come to pick it up. But you also thought that might be quite creepy, so you just decided to leave.

That night you lay awake; your stomach filled with butterflies. You lay on your side, staring at your desk where the mystery person's poem sat. It’s words circling in your mind. You imagined who the author was, what they looked like, what they sounded like. You could hear their voice in your head as you read their words, and you wondered if they sounded the same in real life. You pondered if they were thinking about you as well.

~

The next morning you got up early. Even though you had barely slept you felt energized and excited. You rushed over to the library, getting to it before it even opened the doors. Tapping your foot impatiently you waited for the library staff to arrive. Eventually, they came, your heart pounding as they slowly unlocked the door, allowing you inside.

You rushed inside, beelining for the poetry section. You scanned over the shelves, then looked again. The book was gone. You felt a sting of disappointment, replaced a few seconds later by excitement. If it’s gone, it could mean the mystery person has it. Could they have already read your poem? Were they currently writing their own response? You couldn’t wait to find out.

Since the book was not there, you left the library and made your way to the food hall for breakfast.

Classes dragged by slowly, though it didn’t matter as you weren’t paying attention anyway. Your mind was on the mystery person, wondering what their next poem would say.

That same afternoon, you skipped over to the library, once more looking for the book. Yet again it was still gone. Obviously, they must be taking their time to return it. Either that or someone else took it.

You felt sadness and worry at the thought of someone else taking the book. It was your only way to communicate with the mysterious person and you couldn’t picture anyone else getting their hands or eyes on their poems. You sighed and left the library once more. You would just have to check the next day.

~

The following day, you had an early class, so you were unable to go straight to the library. You made your way after the second class, moving at a brisk pace.

You didn’t know if it was fate or just pure luck. But the book was there, waiting, calling your name. You grabbed it, instantly opening it to find a single page.

Your heart skipped. Giddy you took the book and checked it out. This had become something fun and special, so you were going to take the poem back to your room to read it. And once you had, you would take your time to create the most perfect reply.

~

You and the mystery author traded poetic letters for two weeks. Allowing each other at least a day to take the book home and write a response. They were constantly on your mind, their words and the possibilities of who they were. You were desperate to meet them, but you didn’t know how to initiate it or when, terrified you might scare them away by asking to meet.

Every other day you rushed to the library. Your face had become well known, and it became a little joke between the staff that you always took out the same book. You never minded though, any other time you would have thought it was also strange someone took out the same book every day. But you were too preoccupied with enjoying the situation. It was fun, exciting, and exhilarating to get secret poems from a mystery person.

You made your way to the library once more, waving to the library staff.

“Back again! No need to ask what for. You might as well just take it; we know you’ll bring it back.” An older lady laughed. You chuckled; she wasn’t wrong.

The book was there in the middle of the shelf. The paper on the spine was almost completely gone, showing how often it had been taken and handled over the past few weeks. You felt a bit bad for the poor old book. It had brought you so much happiness, so you decided to try being more delicate.

You gently took the book off the shelf and opened it.

Instead of the usual single page, there were two. One was the poem, and the other was a post it. You read the poem first.

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue

My heart beats fast

When I think about you"

Your stomach flipped. Heat spread across your face as a blush formed. They put into words exactly how you felt about them. You didn’t even know this person, but they had enraptured your heart entirely. You could feel the crush coming with each poem, but this just secured it. And by their poem, perhaps they had a crush on you as well.

Your mind swam with ideas of them, and their words that you almost forgot to read the post it. You finally remembered and looked at the small yellow paper.

“You are constantly on my mind, I must meet you if you would like to. I understand if you may not be ready. On Friday, at 5pm I will sit at the bench outside the library.”

Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you thought it might explode. They wanted to meet you. You were excited, but also incredibly nervous. Were you ready? What if you went and they were disappointed? Or what if you were disappointed?

You shook the negative thoughts from your head. You had been thinking about meeting them for a while, now was your chance and you were not going to mess it up. You take the poem from the book, sticking it into your bag. From your own notebook, you tore out one page and wrote “I’ll be there”.

You stuck the torn page into the poem book and placed it back onto the shelf.

~

Friday came quicker than you were ready for. You sat in your English class, staring at the clock. Usually, your attention would have been solely on Mr. Prime. But today, you thought about 5pm and meeting the mystery poem author. Your heart raced with every second. You began to plan out your outfit in your head, mentally prepping what you would wear and how you would style your hair.

You were knocked out of your thoughts by your classmate and friend nudging you. You turned to her a little annoyed that she disturbed your train of thought.

“Does Mr. Prime seem different to you?” She asked.

For the first time in that period, you looked at your teacher. He had a huge smile on as he talked, his suit was neatly pressed and he had a flower in his pocket. He looked cute.

“I don’t know, he’s just happy.” You shrugged.

“Yeah but, different happy. Happier than we’ve ever seen him.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked.

“No.” Your friend muttered. “I was just saying…never mind.”

You immediately began daydreaming again, picturing how the meetup would go. You practiced what you would say and how you would act.

Soon the bell rang and you were able to rush out of the classroom. English had been your final lesson of the day, so you rushed back to your dorm room to try on all your clothes. You had to find the perfect attire for the meet and you only had a few hours to do so.

After going through half your closet, you finally found the perfect outfit. A cute and flowy dress, you styled your hair and accessories to match. Once you were fully dressed you checked the time on your phone. 4.15. Your heart skipped, a small pit of anxiousness sitting in your stomach.

You breathed in and out slowly, calming yourself. It was a big day, and you hoped nothing went wrong. You really hoped they showed.

You decided to leave, thinking there was no harm in getting there a little early. They may have thought the same thing and could have already been there. You made your way to the library, your heart beating hard as you came around the corner. Your eyes instantly locked onto the bench outside.

It was empty. Your heart dropped, and you quickly looked at the time. 4.40. You still had 20 minutes, so there was no reason to get too panicked. Just because you were early didn’t mean they were not going to show.

You sat down and waited patiently, scanning over all the people who walked past, wondering if they were the ones coming to meet you. Nervously you kept checking your phone, the anxious pit getting heavier as it got closer to 5pm.

Eventually your phone read 5.01pm.

Yet you continued to sit alone. You reassured yourself that sometimes people were late.

5.05

Maybe they were caught up with something.

5.10

Maybe they forgot and they were just now on their way.

5.15

Maybe they said a different day? You pulled the post-it out from your bag, reading it and re-reading it. It definitely said Friday at 5. Your heart felt heavy, your bottom lip wobbling as you tried hard not to cry.

5.30

How long were you supposed to wait? You felt awful. You didn’t want to leave in case they arrived, but you also didn’t want to stay for too long. The idea that they weren’t coming was too painful, and you were about to just go home and cry.

You checked your phone one last time. 5.36. You rubbed your eyes, trying to stop tears before they even formed.

The sound of running caught your attention, making you look up. Mr. Prime was running over to you, his dress shoes clacking against the pavement, his tie flying in the wind as he ran. He stopped just before you. He smiled and said your name.

“Hello, Mr. Prime.” You said, wondering why he was running to you. Have you forgotten something? Maybe you hadn’t given him any homework, though you didn’t think so.

For a few seconds, you just stared at each other. He looked down and saw the yellow post-it in your hand, then took a seat beside you.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” He said, his voice sounding a little ashamed. You were about to ask what he was late for when he continued talking. “One of the students was asking for help on their project and I could not get away. By the time I finally told them I had to go, it was already 5, and then I had to run over here from my office. I do apologize for keeping you waiting.”

He then pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was your poem. Your mind finally clicked the pieces together. Your mind swirling with the realization that your English teacher was the mystery poet you had been talking to for the past few weeks. You tried to keep your excitement from bursting out. You had no idea what to say, all your preplanned conversations were gone. He sat there, smiling at you. His smile completely took your breath away. You had always thought he was cute, but sitting there now, finally revealed as your mystery poet, he was incredible.

“It’s ok.” Was all you could mutter.

“I’m so glad I got to read your work. It always brought a smile to my face and brightened my day. You’re a very talented poet.” Mr. Prime complimented.

“Me? You are much more talented. Your poems are so beautiful, Mr. Prime.” You replied.

“Please, call me Optimus.”

You nodded, repeating his name over in your head. He wasn’t who you expected. Never in a million years would you expect your professor to be your mystery crush. But you weren’t complaining, and you definitely weren’t disappointed. He was brilliant, and you were happy he was the mystery poet.

“I asked to meet here because I wasn’t sure where to take you or what you may like. As you were my mystery poet and I only knew so much from our exchanges.” He chuckled. Your heart fluttered when he called you ‘his’ mystery poet. “I’d like to take you to dinner if you’d like?”

“I would like that.” You grinned; your face hot from a fresh blush. Optimus suggested a nearby restaurant, one you were quite fond of. He then stood and offered you, his hand. You took it, linking your arm with his as you walked away from the library together.

The dinner was perfect, and conversation flowed easily between the two of you. You had so many similar interests, and your differences only complimented the other. After dinner Optimus took your arm once more and walked you back to your dorm, wanting to get you there safely. He paused halfway there, standing in a quiet part of the park.

“I wish to confess something, and you can tell me if I make you uncomfortable.” Optimus started. You guessed where he might be leading with the conversation, and you were very excited if you were right. “I have thoroughly enjoyed sharing poems with you. The experience was a joy, and I wished it could last forever. But the more we exchanged, the more my heart would flutter when I thought of you. I didn’t know who you were, yet your words made me feel like I did. I knew I had to meet the real you, so I could put a face to the beautiful words. And what I see now, is the words were just a reflection of their gorgeous author.”

Heat pulsed through your body from an extreme blush. He had such a way with words, written or spoken. You didn’t know how to respond, though you didn’t need to as he continued speaking.

“This may sound silly, as I only knew you through your words. But I had grown a little crush on you. And now, after meeting you in person, and enjoying the perfect night with you it has grown. I have fallen quite suddenly for you.” He confessed. His own blush was prominent on his face, even in the dim street light.

“I feel the same.” You burst out, not wanting him to be the only one to confess. You wanted to make sure it was known, so he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable being the only one to pour his heart out. “I feel the same and have for a while. I have loved sharing our poems, but I knew I had to meet you. I was scared to suggest it, worried I might scare you away. You asking to meet was one of the happiest days of my life.” You grinned happily, doing a little happy bounce as you talked.

Optimus giggled, his own smile lighting up his face.

“I am so glad.” He cheered. Optimus gently took your hands in his. They were warm and gave your hands a soft squeeze. “I would like to continue this, and start having more official dates.”

You felt as though you were going to explode from happiness. You wanted to dance and sing from joy, but you kept yourself calm and just squeezed his hands back.

“Yes, I would very much like that as well.”

For a few seconds, you stared at each other, still holding hands. Optimus looked as though he wanted to say something, but was a little nervous to do so. You had never seen him act nervous before, but you found it adorable.

“May I kiss you?” He finally asked.

“Yes.” You replied immediately.

Optimus leaned down. You raised yourself a little to meet him halfway, not wanting him to bend too far and hurt himself. The gap closed, and your lips met his. His lips were soft and warm and fit against yours perfectly as if they were made specifically just to kiss you.

You kissed for what felt like an eternity, though it was most likely just a minute. You didn’t want it to end, the feeling was so magical and soothing. Optimus was the first to pull away, a happy smile across his face.

“Accidently leaving my poem in that book, was the best thing I have ever done.” He commented. You giggled.

“Well, me taking your suggestion and picking the book up was the best thing I ever did.” You smiled.

“Oh, then suggesting the book was also the second-best thing I have done.” Optimus added. You laughed, Optimus chuckling along with you. “I shall get you back to your dorm now, as it is getting late. But I look forward to progressing our relationship.”

“As do I.”

Optimus leaned down to place one final kiss upon your lips, before walking you the rest of the way home.

#ask #transformers #optimus prime #human optimus prime #optimus x reader

[babybluebex]

You’re such a wonderfully creative writer, I’d love to know what your hc ideas for Joe’s pub guy in the Irish Mike music video would be 😂

omfg this is cracking me up 😭 and yet i still have hc's

he lives above the pub

he's friends with the owner of the pub and always hangs out down there

he's usually pretty happy just drinking and chatting shit

sometimes doing a lil dance if he's got enough liquor in him but he's just funny like that

idk what his name is, but i'm feeling something pretty traditional british, like charles

idk WHY but he gives me charles energy, fuck it his name is charles

but you call him charlie

and you're the only one who calls him that

you met at the pub, he was drinking with friends and you wandered in

"ain't ever seen you 'round 'ere before" he says to you

not creepy or leering, he's just curious

the pub is small and old, it's not every day they get new customers

"i just moved here," you tell him "down the street"

"oh cool" and he sips at his beer "think my mate used to live there... what're ya drinking, love, it's on me"

"oh, no, i couldn't—"

"let me" and he flashes his big brown eyes at you, and you're hooked instantly "please?"

"alright" you relent, and charlie grins as you order your drink

he introduces you to his mates as they come in, telling them "little miss just moved into roger's old place"

you don't feel weird or awkward around his friends, it feels like you've known them for ages

finally, the night has to come to an end, and you tell charlie as much "i've got work in the morning, i oughta head out"

"right" and you can tell he's a little disappointed but he adds "can i get your number?"

"why do you need my number?" you tease him, and he jokingly rolls his eyes "are you planning on calling me? you know where i live"

"yeah, but i figured a text would be more welcome than me turning up at your doorstep" charlie laughs "anyway... i'd love to see ya again, darling"

you end up giving him your number, writing it on a pub napkin with a little heart next to your name

he texts you later that night as you're getting ready for bed, and it says "i'm glad i met you, you made my whole night"

he's an absolute sweetheart, just a little goofy sometimes

you make it a habit of going to the pub on friday nights to see charlie, and he's always ecstatic to see you

greets you with a big hug and a "there she is!"

your first kiss is during one of those nights, you're a little tipsy and grinning as charlie does his silly dance in the corner, and he stretches his hand out to beckon you over

the upbeat song he was dancing to ends as you leave your seat, and he holds you tender and close as a slower song starts

his hands are gentle as they skate up your back, and you carefully press your cheek into his warm chest

"i am really glad i met you, ya know" he tells you in a whisper "you really light it up in here... "

"thanks" you tell him "m'glad i met you too; gave me a drinking buddy"

"what if..." he starts and pauses "i sound like a fuckin' idiot, but... what if i wanted to ask you to be more than drinking buddies?"

"really?" you know exactly what he's asking, and it takes you by surprise

sweet, silly charlie from the pub wants to be more than friends

it's enough to make your heart burst

"yeah" he says "what're you thoughts on that?"

"i like the thought" you tell him "how much more do you want?"

"however much you'll let me have" charlie says "everything or nothing, i'll take what i can get"

you rise up onto your toes and finally, finally, kiss him

he tastes like the beer he's been drinking and the cigarette you shared 20 minutes before and just like him and it's wonderful

he grabs your hips and holds you tightly as he kisses you, and you laugh a little when the song changes to some drill nonsense

"oh yes" charlie hisses "love this song"

"are you serious?" you gasp and charlie nods, raising his eyebrows eagerly "that's it, i'm done, relationship over"

"damn it" charlie mumbles playfully "got the girl and lost 'er in 5 seconds"

"just kiss me again and i won't be mad"

and he does

i WILL be revisiting charlie bc omg i'm so in love with him now

#why am i like this #bex answers #anon ask #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #ig??? #bex's 11k sleepover #even though it's not joe i'm tagging it as joe #bc how tf else do i tag this #bex’s drabbles #pub!charlie

[clownhunterbebop]

Unreal Unearth postcards

track list + lyrics compiled

1. De Selby (part 1): (here)

At last,

When all of the world is asleep

You take in the blackness of air;

The likes of a darkness so deep

That God at the start couldn’t bear

2. De Selby (part 2): (here)

What you’re given

What you live in

Darling it finds a way to live in you

And your heart, love

Has such darkness

I feel it in the corners of the room

3. First Time: (here)

Remember once I told you about

How before I heard it from your mouth

My name would always hit my ears

As such an awful sound

And the soul, if that’s what you’d call it

Uneasy ally of the body

It felt nameless as a river

Undiscovered underground

4. Francesca: (here)

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I would do it again

I would not change it each time,

Heaven is not fit to house a love

Like you and I

5. I, Carrion (Icarian): (here)

I’ve reached a rarer height now

That I can confirm

All our weight is just a burden

Offered to us by the world

And though I burn

How could I fall?

I am lifted by every word you say to me

If anything could fall at all

It’s the world that falls away from me

6. Eat Your Young: (here)

Come and get some

Skinning the children for a war drum

Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns

It's quicker and easier to eat your young

7. Damage Gets Done: (here)

You and I had nothing to show

But the best of the world

In the palm of our hand and darling

I haven't felt it since then

I don't know how the feeling ended

But I know being reckless and young

Is not how the damage gets done

8. Who We Are: (here)

Darling, we sacrificed

We gave our time to something undefined

This phantom life sharpens like an image

But it sharpens like a knife

We’re born at night

So much of our life

Is just carving through the dark

To get so far,

And the hardest part

Is who we are

It’s who we are

9. Son of Nyx: (here)

...

...

...

10. All Things End: (here)

All things end

All that we intend is scrawled in sand

It slips right through our hands

And just knowing

That everything will end

Should not change our plans

When we begin again

11. To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe): (here)

'Uiscefhuarithe'

The feel of coldness only water brings

There are some things that no-one

Teaches you, love

That come natural as a dream

You didn't know you were in

And darling, all my dreaming

Is only put to shame

And darling, all my dreaming

Has only been given a name

12. Butchered Tongue: (here)

So far from home

To have a stranger call you ‘darling’

And have your guarded heart

Be lifted like a child up by the hand

In some town that just means

‘Home’ to them

With no translator left to sound

A butchered tongue

Still singing here above the ground

13. Anything But: (here)

In a shot I’d swap my body for a body of water

Worry the cliffside top as a wave crashing over

I’d lower the world in a flood

Or better yet I’d cause a drought

If I was a riptide,

I wouldn’t take you out

14. Abstract (psychopomp): (here)

The poor thing in the road

Its eye still glistening

The cold wet of your nose

The Earth from a distance

See how it shines

See how it shines

15. Unknown (Nth): (here)

You know the distance never made

A difference to me

I swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked

Across the floor of any sea,

Ignored the vastness between

All that can be seen

And all that we believe

So I thought you were like an angel to me

16. First Light (here)

The sky set to burst

The gold and the rust

The colour erupts

You filling my cup

The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light

#Hozier #unreal unearth #complete

[lolitastories]

NOT A CHAPTER

Chapter 20:

“Are you sure about this?” I shake my head no. I am not sure about this or many other things but when I think of that one thing, it makes everything feel right. “You could always do it here at the ranch. I can tell all the workers to leave for as long as yall need” Rip bumped my shoulder with his and the glare I gave him set him back right again. “Sorry. Have to be careful with your state nowadays”

“Shut up or I am revoking your rights” he lifts his hands in defeat. “Plus it's still not set in stone until Kayce says yes” I turn around noticing Rip wasn’t following beside me anymore.

“So I am doing this for nothing?” I laugh looking at his stupid expression as he holds the last pieces I needed to finish what I had planned for Kayce.

“Your love for me should be enough” I continued walking knowing he would follow eventually. “It's not even that far away either” I roll my eyes looking at the distance. It is far but I wasn’t going to admit it knowing he would offer to ride the horse down to the water.

“You know what I just realized?” I don’t turn or respond knowing he would just continue talking. “Recently you have been letting yourself go” I stop at the remark, turning to look over at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” My eyebrow rised and a hand on my hip.

“Not in a bad way” My head turns a little to the side still waiting for him to continue. “You came down here with a wardrobe and it has gradually changed and it's good on you” I was still waiting. “You looked great before and it was what you were used to, do you like what it is now? You used to say you would never get used to this and how it wouldn’t look good on you” ah.

“Things changed Rip” I shrug, turning around to continue walking. “I certainly never saw myself staying in a place like this. I was born in the country but my heart always belonged to the city. A place where people don’t sleep. As early as 5 in the morning people are already out and about. You don’t need cars because you turn a corner and everything you need is there. But things change. I was never afraid to get myself dirty. I had boundaries and now it has expanded. Kayce made me love this place even more and settling here is what I crave more than anything now”

“Love changes you” I burst out laughing shaking my head. “Yes, big guy. Love does change you” Beth has certainly done a number on him since they got officially together. Before he could ask I left him with a bigger question in his head. “When are you two going to get hitched?”

“That's personal” I rolled my eyes.

“Aww. Is Rip the big bad wolf getting nervous?” I chuckle setting down what I had on the floor.

“I pick my timing. It's not time yet” He lowered his voice and I nod understandingly. What Beth and Rip has gone through hasn’t been easy and now that they are together, they aren’t rushing it.

“Alright big guy. Last trip.” I smile walking back to the ranch. By the time we reached the ranch it was 10 past 6.

“I will go ahead and take the last thing there and I will be on my way”

“Thanks” I smiled heading to the main house. I walk in seeing Beth, Tate, and John sitting in the living room talking. “Hey” I smile at them before taking a seat.

“I heard you’re doing something special for my little brother” Tate stands in attendance curious when he hears his dad mentioned.

“Something like that” I smile leaning further into the seat. I didn’t tell them what I was doing purposely. “I felt like it was my turn to do something for him. I know I am no romantic but I better up my beat if I don’t want to lose him”

“Trust that boy won’t leave unless he is ripped away from you” We laugh hearing the front door open.

“Can we have a talk in my office for a minute?” I look over at John and nod. We both stand heading to his office. I look back noticing it was Kayce walkingt through the doors. I leave him with a smile before walking into John’s office and closing the door. I turn around and take a seat before eyeing the folder he was sliding across his desk.

“Can you talk to me?” When John found out about Kayce and I, it wasn’t a pretty ride. It took months before he could even turn to look at me. But of course like a true Dutton he came to find me when he needed a lawyer who knew how he liked things done. I didn’t deny him since I owned him for everything I was. I still wasn’t going to stay if he didn't do something bad against me because I am still a person. But since then we have been getting closer and closer. He leans forward resting his elbows on his desk.

“When I saw you on my land years ago I wanted to do what I do with everyone else” Get rid of them one way or another. “I wanted to, but that was until I looked into your eyes. Scared. Alone. Broken. I saw that look constantly in my kids” They have had their share of it. “When I decided to bring you in I was going to make you a cowboy but I knew with those clothes you wouldn’t last a minute” I laughed knowing he was right. “You gave so much prospect to someone who belongs in a place like this.” He stands up reaching around the desk to lean against it infront of me. “And one day when I saw you and Kayce speaking. I saw the conversation unfold and it was like seeing two old people '' I furrowed my brows unsure on where he was going with this. “I didn’t want anyone messing with his future since he left. I wanted him to learn when he decided to leave this land that he wasn’t going to get better.” Tingles in my legs start moving all over my body. “I knew you being here would change his mind” I stood up and was a little dumbfounded.

“So you paid for my schooling to teach Kayce a lesson?” This has to be a cruel skit. I don’t know why I was angry. I believe in things happening in the right time so I wasn’t angry at the missed opportunity to be with Kayce years ago, I was upset that I was part of a lesson.

“You have to understand that back then you were just a little girl who came into our lives. A chess piece” I let out a frustrated chuckle shaking my head. “Since that day I saw the attraction between you two and my eyes were blinded with anger to see Kayce just give up”

“Wasn’t that what you wanted years ago? It would have made him come to his knees and beg you to come back” I sigh letting the upsetness defuse. I go to take a seat again. “What is your point in telling me all of this?” He takes the folder and places it on my lap as he kneels infront of me.

“I wanted you to know everything. You are about to be family although I considered you family for a long time "I look up in disbelief. “I was telling the truth when I told you, you are better than this place. You were already broken and this place would finish breaking you but when I saw how Kayce helped you and how you helped him I realized you two are strong enough for eachother to stay together.” He moves to open the file and reveal papers that needed signatures. “And for it to work properly with no further headaches I need you not to be attached to us professionally.”

“You’re firing me?” I was shocked.

“I need you to make your own choice. If you want to continue with the Dutton Ranch you are more welcome but if you decide not to, you are still part of this family regardless” I smile nodding my head.

“Either way I am here to stay” I close the folder and throw it on the desk. “You will be receiving an updated contract in a couple of days. I can’t let my number 1 client go” I smile standing up.

“Send it to my lawyer” He smiled gently, motioning me to follow him to the door. He stopped me by my arm as soon as I tried to open the door. “Thank you” I only smiled at his words, nodding before I left towards the living room.

“Is everything okay?” I nod going over towards Kayce and wrapping my arms around him.

“Everything is fine.” I look outside seeing the sun setting. “But nothing will be for what I have planned if we don’t leave right now” It was already past 6 so I was running behind schedule.

“You know you can’t get rid of me right?” I nudged him a bit as we walked down the path.

“Not like I have an option now” He furrowed his brows looking confused at my comment. I hold up my hand. “I would have to return the ring and it's too pretty” I smile, grabbing onto his forearm.

“So all it took was a pretty ring” I shrug

“Yeah! You put a ring that sparkles in front of a girl and a man with pretty eyes and they would fall to their knees in a second”

“I didn’t have to put a ring in front of you to get you on your knees those other times” I turned around shocked.

“Shut up” I slap his arm pushing him away. “And for your information I wasn’t as happy those other times” I cross my arms and speed walk to get to the destination faster.

“You seemed pretty eager” I try my best not to chuckle as I feel him wrap his arms around me making us tumble a bit until he caught balance.

“Yeah well, I was pretending. It helps the moment” I look away. I hear his low chuckle and his head falls inbetween my neck. I almost melt to the touch of his lips placing careful kisses.

“Baby,We both know that is a lie but.” He grabs on to my jaw making me look at him. “If you don’t like it, I am more than happy to be the one on my knees all the time” I held on to what I could but my legs were functioning less and less as he pulled me closer.

“If you don’t stop we won’t get to the surprise” I whisper as he hover over my lips. I want him to kiss me. Just like a couple hours ago.

“Alright” He sighs. I cursed at myself. I wanted him to see the surprise I had for him but the feeling for him was stronger. “Ready?” I nodded with my eyes closed trying to take a deep breath in and suddenly those strong feelings slowly started turning to sadness. “Are you okay?” He cups my face as I try my hardest to hold in the tears. “My love, talk to me” I shake my head as I tried to speak but no words came out. I feel his arms pull me into a hug and that is when the tears start to spill. “Whatever it is we promised to talk about it and figure it out together” I feel a kiss on my head before he pulls me in closer. “If you are not up for it can we go back? I won’t be disappointed” I lift up my head to look at him shaking my head no. He goes to remove the hair that was now sticking to my face due to the tears. “You sure?” I worked too hard on this and it was something important to not due today because if I wait any longer I will die.

“Am sure” I grabbed his hand and removed myself from him and continued on walking. “Am okay” I say, feeling his eyes on me. “I don’t understand my emotions right now but I can tell you that showing you your surprise will make me feel much better” I look back sending him a smile and pull him closer so I could wrap myself in his arm.

“Baby-”

“Shh” I quickly quieted him seeing the lights lit up. Fairy light hanging around the closest trees. A blanket on the floor with pillows just like he set up for me. But with the exception of something big in the middle of the set up.

“You got me a horse?” I laugh seeing his expression. His small smile with confusion trying to be nice to me. I grab on to his hand and pull him forward. “Baby?-” I roll my eyes walking around the young horse and pull the rag around his neck so Kayce would see it. I lift my eyebrows trying to give him a hint to go on and read what it said. As he walks forward I walk around to move behind him. I wait and I wait for a good 5 minutes.

“Kayce?” The humor in his reaction soon became anxiousness. I was worried to look at what reaction he had to the words. I took a step forward but soon froze as he turned to look at me.

“You are not joking with me right?” I shake my head quickly. “Because if this is a joke, it’s one cruel one” Soon I was on the verge of crying again.

“It's not a joke Kayce” I walk forward taking his hands and placing it on my stomach. “This is real”

“A baby?” A smile finally appeared in his face allowing the stress and fear to slip right off my shoulders.

“Our baby” I smiled bigger, pulling his eyes to look at me.

“Our baby” He connects our lips for a short second before wrapping his arms around me. “You are having our baby” I laugh feeling even happier than when I found out. “A baby,” He whispers, still holding on to me. “Really?” He pushes me back carefully to look at my face.

“Yes Kayce. I confirmed it with the doctors last week”

“You went to the doctor without me?” I roll my eyes laughing at his sadness.

“I just went to confirm there was a baby. I promise, you didn’t miss anything that important. You will be invited to further doctors appointment when it really counts”

“I better be. That's my baby in there.”

“Sure is Cowboy.” I smile grabbing onto his face to pull himin for a kiss but he takes them off but doesn’t let go. He only pulls me around so my back is now leaning against his chest.

“How are you feeling about it?” I sigh. I was content. There was nobody else I would rather do this with. He is caring and respected my wishes to wait until I was ready. Truthfully when the positive test came I forgot how to breathe. Tears came and I fell to the floor crying. It felt like hours before I could stand up and take another test to make sure. Once that one came out positive too, that was when the tears were happy tears. Saying I wanted to have a baby was one thing. Knowing it actually is happening and now it's a reality, it stomps you. “I can’t lie and say I was 100 percent ready. My heart stopped and all the confusion and uncertainty came to mind.” He rubs my hands and arms listening to me. “But then I came to feel happy. I realized that I wouldn’t be doing this alone. This baby is going to have a wonderful father” I look up smiling at Kayce. “A crazy family”

“Yeah they can count on that” I laugh.

“You forgot to mention me!” We looked out to the darkness as now the sun had gone down and the only light was from the fairy lights.

“Tate?! What are you doing out here?” We looked left and right and didn’t see any small figure.

“Oops” I hold in my giggle looking over to Kayce. “Forget I am here!” That was when I lost it.

“He is part of this. I felt it wouldn’t be right without him here” I whisper. “But he was supposed to come way later when the food arrived” Kayce smiles. “You can come out bud” We turn our heads hearing footsteps.

“Did I mess it up?” He came out shyly towards us.

“Of course not” I motioned him to come closer. “Do you want to tell him about that” I point at the horse.

“Yeah!” He takes Kayces hand and starts pulling him. “I picked it all by myself for my baby!” I smiled hearing him call the baby his. Of course I had to tell Tate about the baby. Well truthfully I had no other choice. I was in the bathroom for too long. He came to check on me. He wasn’t oblivious when I told him the test was a thermostat. Since that day he has been calling the baby his baby and I couldn’t be more happy about his reaction. I smiled at Kayce who looked back as Tate ran around the horse telling him how he is going to prepare and train the horse for the baby. As Kayce turns his attention to Tate again I tell myself this is what I needed. I needed someone like Kayce to come into my life. So I could love and be loved and getting Tate is a bonus.

#dutton #dutton ranch #dutton family #beth dutton #kayce dutton smut #kayce dutton #john dutton #jamie dutton #reader #tate dutton #y/n l/n #yellowstone #y/n #yellowstone smut #ranch #kayce #kayce dutton x reader

[epicfaceness]

3 am fictional burp story

It was nearing the end of 7th period. Class was almost over and Kent could finally go home. He’s always been a shy boy, ever since he figured out he’s gay things have been confusing. Suddenly he’s attracted to this guy and that guy but never has the confidence to talk to them. Though he can get away from it all as soon as that bell rings to signal class is over. A few minutes before the bell however the intercom comes on, and it asks for Kent to the office. He’s worried sick to his stomach. 

“What could be so important 5 minutes before we could leave?” He thought to himself.

 As he nervously walked into the office he sees his physics teacher and principal sitting in-front of an empty chair. Clearly waiting for him he took a gulp and sat down. He was intimidated not by the presence of his principal but the large and prominent figure of his Physics teacher, Mr. Smith. He was a large man, arms like bull and legs that looked like they could crush watermelons. 

Not to mention his huge pecs, “He could probably snap me like a twig!” Kent thought horrified.

 Kent himself was just short of a twink, he tried to keep a sort of muscular build but mostly has a good waist. Still he looks tiny compared to Mr. Smith. Snapping back to reality, 

Kent finally asks “Why am I in here?”

 He accidentally lets a voice crack out. The principal responds with a stern and powerful tone 

“You’re just about failing Physics young man, you’re going to have to stay after school with Mr. Smith every day till you bring up your grade.”

 Kent was shocked by the news, his heart rate sped up a bit and he wondered why he was failing, to Kent, he always took good notes and paid attention.  However the decision was set by the principal and nothing could be done. Kent gave a light glance to Mr. Smith, who only had a light smirk on his face. He gets up from his chair, thanks the principal and signals to Kent to follow him. Kent obeys and follows him to the classroom, where Kent will be spending an hour almost every day after school. Though it isn’t all bad, while following Mr. Smith, Kent got to have a full view of Mr. Smith’s extraordinarily large rear. It almost made up for how scary he looked to a small guy like Kent. Once they arrived Mr. Smith simply sat down in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, telling Kent in a loud strong voice, 

“Sit down wherever you’d like.” 

Kent, feeling almost compelled to sit down, took the desk closest to Mr. Smith’s desk. They both sat there quietly until a loud grumble shattered the silence and almost scared the life out of Kent. 

“Was that y-you?” Kent asked, as to him that sound was monstrous. 

“Yep, must be about time for a snack…”

 Mr. Smith shifts his feet off the desk to Kent’s dismay. He reaches towards a small mini fridge underneath his desk, it’s stocked with various drinks, yet he pulls out something particular. Mr. Smith brings out a huge container of something and sets it on his desk, it makes an audible thud as he does.

 Kent getting a better look at the label asks “Milk?”.

 Mr. Smith responds confidently “Oh yeah, gotta keep these muscles fueled.”

 he ends his boast with a small flex, his monstrous arms nearly bursting out of his dress shirt. Kent watches as Mr. Smith sits up and starts to drink. He watches the first few gulps take almost a third of the milk, yet Mr. Smith seems to not even be phased by this. Kent watches in amazement as the milk continues to disappear, Mr. Smith’s large throat bobbing up and down rhythmically with each gulp, and the loud emanating sounds come with each motion. He finally finishes the milk, crushing the huge container with his fist and squinting for a moment, he pats his chest and puffs up his cheeks. Mr. Smith lets out a long and wet 

BUUUURRRRPPP

Letting out a big sigh after. His dress shirt was just about ready to give way for his now milk bloated gut, and he was grunting and licking his lips, all while patting his stomach. Kent was in utter shock and amazement, his blush very clearly showing on his face he didn’t even know what to say. 

After a bit of gawking he mutters “e-excuse you.”

 This makes Mr. Smith laugh and scoot his chair out from behind his desk, revealing to Kent his belly, ready to break free from the tight shirt. Mr. Smith pushes back his straight, brown, hair and asks 

“Why don’t ya c’mere, I got a special assignment for ya.” 

Kent agrees and walks over to the large intimidating man, he’s never been this close before. Almost out of instinct he reaches a hand out to Mr. Smith’s belly and rubs it a bit. He looks at the teacher for a response , yet he doesn’t seem phased. 

Kent musters the courage to ask “C-can I unbutton your shirt sir…” he asks with a clear blush on his face. 

Mr. Smith smirks and responds “Go right ahead, just don’t bite off more than you can handle.” 

He ends his sentence with a wink and Kent gets even more red. With the confirmation, Kent meticulously unbuttons each and every one of Mr. Smith’s shirt, each one freeing more and more. 

Mr. Smith sighs “Thank you, I needed that, now why don’t you get to work there boy.” 

He said in a sly tone. Kent did as he was told and started to rub the bloated gut, his chest and belly was a lot hairier than Kent expected but it only made him blush more. With every couple of rubs Mr. Smith would let out a vicious 

BBOUURRRPPP 

Eventually after a bit of rubbing, Mr. Smith decided he would do something different. 

“Stay right there.” He said to Kent, knowing he’d obey.

 Mr. Smith went back to the mini fridge and found a second container of milk. The second Kent saw it he knew what was about to happen and was eagerly awaiting it. Mr. Smith once again chugged down the large milk container within seconds, letting out a huge guttural 

BOUUUURRRRRPPPPP

His gut nearly doubled in size, almost to that of a soccer ball. Kent never thought someone could even have a gut this big… and he loved it. Mr. Smith was clearly ready to let loose as he was undoing his belt, even telling Kent 

“Lay down on the floor kid.” 

Kent eagerly obeyed and waited for Mr. Smith to make his move, he watched his huge hairy gut from below and not even his pants couldn’t hide his excitement. Mr. Smith walks over and squats down, he then starts to lay down, right on top of Kent. He’s a lot bigger than Kent and so his huge gut almost enveloped Kent’s entire torso, leaving Kent pinned, with their faces matching up perfectly in position. Mr. Smith smirks at Kent and says 

“You know Kent, I haven’t been able to do this in a few years, the principal said you’re with me till you pass this class. So looks like you’re gonna be stuck with me a while. And speaking of being stuck, how’s it feel under my big gut huh?”

 Mr. Smith was interrupted by a loud grumbling from his stomach, they both knew what was to come. “Hell yeah now the show’s starting” Mr. Smith said with joy. Kent listened with a sort of fear mixed with infatuation as he waited for the torture awaiting him. 

BUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Mr. Smith had gotten extremely close to Kent’s face and let out a rumbling 9 second burp. Bits of spit landed on Kent as the terrible gas filled his nose, he’d never smelled something so terrible. “Mmm… s-stop” the boy whimpered. “What was that? You want more?” Mr. Smith laughed as he rubbed his gut trying to stir up more gas. 

BOUUUURRRPPPPP 

BUURRRPP

BURRPP

He releases 3 consecutive burps onto Kent’s face, the boy is writhing from the smell but still likes what’s being done do him. He puts his hands on Mr. Smith’s rumbling gut and whimpers 

“More… please sir”

Mr. Smith decides he wants to tease Kent a bit and sits up, still pinning him under the weight of his huge legs but holding Kent’s arms away so he can’t feel his belly. 

“What’s that?”

BOUURRRPPPP

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you want now boy.”

BUUURRP

He lets out burps into the room and away from Kent, who furiously tries to get him to stop. He struggles and blushes hard, his pants are stained from how horny this whole ordeal has made him at this point and he can only ask for more. 

“P-please sir, I want more of your burps…”

Mr. Smith immediately shoots back down to his original position, crushing Kent under his belly once more, sucking in a bit of air and pinning his hands to the floor.

BOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP 

Mr. Smith sighed, the burp was long and powerful and left Kent a heaving mess. It’s like each burp was just making him hornier, and the same could be said for Mr. Smith. This escapade of burps and horny pleas continue until they’re both out of breath. By now Mr. Smith has digested most of the milk and his usual semi bloated abs came back. As for Kent he was a sweaty mess, heaving and wishing it would’ve been longer. 

“Could we do this again sir?” Kent asked with a light blush

“Sure kid, but you’re paying for all the milk alright? Oh and one more thing before ya leave.” 

Mr. Smith gets back onto Kent quickly, this time with his ass directly on top of Kent’s face. He grunts and lets out a loud and wet fart

FRRRRRBPPTTPPPPP

He sighs and says to Kent, still dazed from the bombardment of one of the worst things he’d ever smelled. Once Kent regained his composure he could only think about the smell and how much he wanted more of Mr. Smith.

“Don’t let me drink milk kid, gets me way to gassy, or do, and enjoy the consequences.” 

The man buttons his shirt back and heads out of the room, leaving Kent to await their next meeting. 

#burping #burp kink #belly burp #bloated burps #male burp #story #belching

[pridepurgatorium]

— I was told to choose, to choose to be what I chose to be

@ombrotherlylove2023 , Asmodeus and Lucifer

Day 5: Protective and Angst

“And what of it?” Asmo seethed.

“Asmo, you can’t just shut the rest of us out because you don’t know how to deal with… everything?” That voice that aggravating voice. Does he even know how it grates his nerves? There are times when Asmo missed his title; ‘Jewel of the Heavens’ has an elegant ring to it. What was he now, “Avatar of Lust”, “The Fifth-born”? Not nearly as appealing. But he doesn't need that title. If Lucifer was strong enough to fall and still be everything, do everything then surely Asmo could as well.

Lucifer.

That voice behind the door.

What was he even doing? The last few days have been a blur of routine. The only thing keeping the threads of his body and mind from coming completely undone was the fact that he could mindlessly do what he always does. Makeup, outfits, smiles, Devilgram, it was all too easy to stay the same.

What wasn’t easy to fake, was his emotions in relation to his brothers. It was hard to fool beings who have known you for as long as you have existed. Having spent more time together than not his brothers could read him like an open book, but that’s not what he needed now. They didn’t need to know he was upset or whatever it was he was feeling.

Was he angry? Sure, maybe that’s what he’s feeling. But if he’s angry then what is he angry at? Lucifer? For making him fall? That didn’t seem right, it’s been so long, it was his choice to follow him. His followers? For only seeing the shallow parts of him? But that wasn’t on them. It wasn’t on them to know he wasn’t alright. So then who? Who could he attribute to this emotion brewing inside of him, festering, threatening to rip his fragile self apart at the seams?  

As he continues pacing the walls of his room that are starting to feel way too small, he catches one of the many many mirrors of his room and that’s when it finally clicks. Well, more like the knowledge grabs him crudely and instead of threatening to tear him apart, and give him a warning, it instead simply does.

He has never looked worse, even in the dark illumination of his room he can tell his lips are chapped, his hair isn’t perfect (which means something is very wrong), and now that he’s thinking about it he can’t remember when he last ate or even left his room. If he didn’t want anyone to know something was wrong then he’s sure done a terrible job at it. 

When did beauty become a chore? Wasn’t it just something he started to do for fun? To doll himself up every once in a while? When did it start? When he fell? No, it was before that. Probably a little before he was called the Jewel of The Heavens.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and the disembodied voice from earlier has come back to add to his problems.

“Asmo” Lucifer said in a voice Asmo couldn’t quite place the emotion of.

“Why am I so angry? I thought I had accepted what happened but it just came to haunt me. I’m not angry at you, or anyone else for that matter I’m mad at myself but why? I didn’t even do anything.” He ends with an uncertainty in his voice, trying to discern whether he did do something to warrant his own anger.

“Asmo, you’re angry no one ever gave you the chance to grieve the loss of your former self.” Lucifer said with enough certainty that Asmo pieced together that the same could be said about Lucifer.

“So what did you do?”

Lucifer and Asmo had a lot of similarities. Some of the only angels to gain a title (a standard you must live up to) and being called some of the most beautiful angels there was a lot of pressure on both. But where they differed was Lucifer’s responsibilities. If Asmo was a doll then Lucifer was a fully functioning computer. While Asmo was made to sit pretty, Lucifer was handling some of the most important tasks in the celestial realm. 

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet.”

“So what should I do?”

“I think that’s up to you, Asmo”

I think this probably one of my favorite pieces I wrote for this fic, I think it’s different and it serves well to see Asmo break. Also the title is from Fool by bôa which is a great song so if you ever get the chance please listen.

#ombrotherlylove2023 #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd lucifer #lucifer angst #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #omswd asmodeus #asmodeus angst #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus obey me #om lucifer #om asmodeus #purgatory’s fanfics

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Israel Forsakes the Lord

1 The word of the Lord came to me, saying, 2 “Go and proclaim in the hearing of Jerusalem, Thus says the Lord,

“I remember the devotion of your youth, your love as a bride, how you followed me in the wilderness, in a land not sown. 3 Israel was holy to the Lord, the firstfruits of his harvest. All who ate of it incurred guilt; disaster came upon them, declares the Lord.”

4 Hear the word of the Lord, O house of Jacob, and all the clans of the house of Israel. 5 Thus says the Lord:

“What wrong did your fathers find in me that they went far from me, and went after worthlessness, and became worthless? 6 They did not say, ‘Where is the Lord who brought us up from the land of Egypt, who led us in the wilderness, in a land of deserts and pits, in a land of drought and deep darkness, in a land that none passes through, where no man dwells?’ 7 And I brought you into a plentiful land to enjoy its fruits and its good things. But when you came in, you defiled my land and made my heritage an abomination. 8 The priests did not say, ‘Where is the Lord?’ Those who handle the law did not know me; the shepherds transgressed against me; the prophets prophesied by Baal and went after things that do not profit.

9 “Therefore I still contend with you, declares the Lord, and with your children's children I will contend. 10 For cross to the coasts of Cyprus and see, or send to Kedar and examine with care; see if there has been such a thing. 11 Has a nation changed its gods, even though they are no gods? But my people have changed their glory for that which does not profit. 12 Be appalled, O heavens, at this; be shocked, be utterly desolate, declares the Lord, 13 for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water.

14 “Is Israel a slave? Is he a homeborn servant? Why then has he become a prey? 15 The lions have roared against him; they have roared loudly. They have made his land a waste; his cities are in ruins, without inhabitant. 16 Moreover, the men of Memphis and Tahpanhes have shaved the crown of your head. 17 Have you not brought this upon yourself by forsaking the Lord your God, when he led you in the way? 18 And now what do you gain by going to Egypt to drink the waters of the Nile? Or what do you gain by going to Assyria to drink the waters of the Euphrates? 19 Your evil will chastise you, and your apostasy will reprove you. Know and see that it is evil and bitter for you to forsake the Lord your God; the fear of me is not in you, declares the Lord God of hosts.

20 “For long ago I broke your yoke and burst your bonds; but you said, ‘I will not serve.’ Yes, on every high hill and under every green tree you bowed down like a whore. 21 Yet I planted you a choice vine, wholly of pure seed. How then have you turned degenerate and become a wild vine? 22 Though you wash yourself with lye and use much soap, the stain of your guilt is still before me, declares the Lord God. 23 How can you say, ‘I am not unclean, I have not gone after the Baals’? Look at your way in the valley; know what you have done— a restless young camel running here and there, 24 a wild donkey used to the wilderness, in her heat sniffing the wind! Who can restrain her lust? None who seek her need weary themselves; in her month they will find her. 25 Keep your feet from going unshod and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is hopeless, for I have loved foreigners, and after them I will go.’

26 “As a thief is shamed when caught, so the house of Israel shall be shamed: they, their kings, their officials, their priests, and their prophets, 27 who say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ and to a stone, ‘You gave me birth.’ For they have turned their back to me, and not their face. But in the time of their trouble they say, ‘Arise and save us!’ 28 But where are your gods that you made for yourself? Let them arise, if they can save you, in your time of trouble; for as many as your cities are your gods, O Judah.

29 “Why do you contend with me? You have all transgressed against me, declares the Lord. 30 In vain have I struck your children; they took no correction; your own sword devoured your prophets like a ravening lion. 31 And you, O generation, behold the word of the Lord. Have I been a wilderness to Israel, or a land of thick darkness? Why then do my people say, ‘We are free, we will come no more to you’? 32 Can a virgin forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? Yet my people have forgotten me days without number.

33 “How well you direct your course to seek love! So that even to wicked women you have taught your ways. 34 Also on your skirts is found the lifeblood of the guiltless poor; you did not find them breaking in. Yet in spite of all these things 35 you say, ‘I am innocent; surely his anger has turned from me.’ Behold, I will bring you to judgment for saying, ‘I have not sinned.’ 36 How much you go about, changing your way! You shall be put to shame by Egypt as you were put to shame by Assyria. 37 From it too you will come away with your hands on your head, for the Lord has rejected those in whom you trust, and you will not prosper by them. — Jeremiah 2 | English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016. Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Cross References: Exodus 12:49; Exodus 15:17; Exodus 20:2; Exodus 22:2; Deuteronomy 8:7; Deuteronomy 32:10; Deuteronomy 32:15-16; Deuteronomy 33:20; Joshua 13:3; Judges 10:10; Judges 10:14; 2 Samuel 13:19; 1 Kings 9:9; 2 Chronicles 28:16; Job 9:30; Job 20:12; Job 39:6; Psalm 106:21; Psalm 106:38; Proverbs 30:12; Isaiah 1:2; Jeremiah 1:9; Jeremiah 4:7; Jeremiah 5:1; Jeremiah 32:32; Ezekiel 20:35-36; John 4:10-11; Acts 7:52; Romans 1:21; Romans 1:23; James 1:18; James 4:4; 1 John 1:8; Revelation 2:4; Revelation 14:4; Revelation 17:1

#Israel #sin #unfaithfulness #consequences #forsaking God #Jeremiah 2 #Book of Jeremiah #Old Testament #ESV #English Standard Version Bible #Good News Publishers #Crossway Bibles

[albertasunrise]

The Unexpected Gift - 11 

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña’s doorstep with a note claiming she’s his, he’s suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he’s not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk… timeline has taken a nose dive sooo.. yeah 🤪 

(Well, sorry this took a Mother F'ing age... Long story short... got married, works been mad and I was going through some emotional shit that made writing a real struggle... But I'm back and ready to update y'all on these two ❤️ enjoy)

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

 You thought having done this before that you would be prepared when you went into labour. You'd remembered all the lessons you'd learned from your pregnancy with Masie. Practised your breathing and coached Javier on things he could do to help you get through it. 

Yet. 

When your waters broke two weeks before your due date, you were in a mad panic. One, Javier was out on a raid with Steve so your pages had gone unanswered and two... Connie was on shift and so she too was unreachable. 

You were bent over gripping the top of your couch as you tried to think of who to call next. It's not like you had many friends but, Connie, Steve and Chloe... 

CHLOE!! 

You waddled to the phone and rang the Murphy's, knowing that the sitter was taking care of Olivia for the day. You begged under your breath for her to answer and practically sobbed when a "Hello" came down the other end. 

"Chloe..." You sobbed, saying your name as you clutched your middle "I've gone into labour and I'm alone. Please, I need help." 

"I'll be right down." She said and you replied with a shaky "Okay before hanging up the phone and resuming your panting and sobbing. 

Five minutes later the door burst open. Chloe placed Olivia into the playpen with an oblivious María and then sprinted to your side. 

"How close are the contractions?" She asked, her nursing degree coming out in full swing. 

"About seven minutes." You replied and she nodded. 

"Right this is what we're going to do." She started as she took control with ease "We are going to get Sophia opposite to watch María and Olivia and I am then going to drive you to the hospital." 

"Okay." You replied as you nodded a tad rapidly.

"I'll be back in a moment." She said before sprinting out of view. 

True to her work, a few moments later she returned with Sophia hot on her heels. She fired off a few instructions to the girl before handing her Olivia's bag and making her way back to you, helping you then hobble to her car. Grabbing your cell phone as she went. 

It took a grand total of ten minutes to get you to the hospital. It then took a further ten to get you settled into the ward where you were to remain until you were ready to deliver. You were told it wouldn't be long now and you sobbed and begged Chloe to get hold of Javi.

He needed to be there. 

So she rang every number in your book. Desperate to hunt down the agent. Little did she know he was already there. 

~

They'd been taken by surprise. One moment they were rounding up the sicarios like sheep and the next, they were being fired upon. Javier and Steve had managed to take cover behind some cheap desks that were lined with different equipment to cut the coke and package, both now dusty with the substance as the bullets rained down on them. 

Steve had seen an opening and had decided to take it, not caring that he'd opened them up to a new wave of bullets so when the agent had managed to sprint into view, Peña had seen the Narco that had taken aim and had managed to push Steve out of the way. Taking the bullet in his side, just below his vest. 

So that's how he found himself laying on an uncomfortable hospital bed, drugged up on morphine after a tricky surgery to repair the damage. He knew you were going to kill him when he got home but he also knew that you'd not stay mad at him for long. 

He'd saved Steve's life after all. 

"Man, I'm sorry you-" 

"Just drop it, Murphy, okay!" Javier grumbled, "The whole thing was a shit show." 

"Yeah, it was." Steve agreed and Javier sighed "Just hope they'll let me out of here soon." 

"They'll probably wanna keep you in overnight man." Steve stated, "You lost a lotta blood." 

"I remember." Javier grumbled, eliciting a smirk from his partner. 

Silence fell over them both for a while. Javier was a little pissed with Steve. He'd gotten shot because the guy couldn't just hold his position but at the same time, he got why Murphy had been so desperate to get out of there. It was the same reason he had for getting out of this damn hospital bed. Little did he know that his day was about to get much more eventful. 

"So I was thinking we could-"

"AGENT PEÑA." Yelled Trujillo as he sprinted into the room that both agents were occupying. 

"Ce?" Javi replied, taking in the man's flushed appearance. 

"Baby's coming." Was all the man managed to get out as he panted, sweat rolling down his face. 

Your name fell from Javier's lips as he sat up in his bed "She's in labour?" 

"Ce... Ce, the baby is coming." Trujillo replied and that had Javier clambering out of the bed. 

"Whoa." Steve said as he grabbed the agent when he wavered on his feet "You shouldn't be up right now." 

"I am not missing the birth of my son." Javier growled, "Is she here?" 

"Ce." 

"Take me to her." Javier ordered and Steve sighed. 

"Fine, but will you at least let me get you a wheelchair and just let the nurses know?" Javier nodded and Steve helped him sit on the edge of the bed before sprinting out of view. 

He returned a few moments later with a wheelchair and a nurse "She says you can go but once the baby's born, you're back here for observation." 

"Okay." Javier agreed.

"The drip goes too." Steve stated and Javier threw his head back in frustration "Don't argue man, you shouldn't be out of bed as it is. You got shot." 

"It was a graze." Javier argued and Steve snorted. 

"If it was a graze, you wouldn't have needed surgery to remove the bullet." Javier rolled his eyes as Steve helped him into the chair, secretly glad he didn't have to walk anywhere. 

~

Connie had arrived as soon as she'd received the news you were in labour. Chloe had returned to the girls but not before wishing you luck and then it was just you and the woman who'd come to be your rock. 

"You managed to get hold of Javi?" She asked and you shook your head 

"Chloe managed to get through to Trujillo and he was then on a mission to track Javi down. Apparently, the raid had been a shit show so I expect he's stuck doing paperwork." You replied, sucking in more gas and air as another contraction hit. 

The doctor came in a few minutes later and announced that you were at nine centimetres... It was time to have a baby. 

"No, I need to wait until the father gets here." You protested as they started to push your bed towards the delivery room. 

"Baby can't wait." The doctor announced and you sobbed, you didn't want to do it without him. 

~

The nurse sprinted up to the station whilst Steve and Javier waited impatiently for news on where you were. She returned a few minutes later with a rather frantic expression and Javier's stomach dropped. 

"They take her to delivery." She stated, "I know the room, I'll take you." 

Javier prayed as he was wheeled to you that he hadn't missed it. He glanced up at Steve who wore a determined look on his face as pushed his partner through the halls of the hospital. To a room where the two of them were greeted by crying. 

Your eye caught movement and you turned your head to see Javier being pushed in, in a wheelchair. 

"The fuck happened to you?" You growled before your head slammed back onto the pillow as another contraction ripped through you. 

"Got shot." Javier replied as Steve pushed him to your bedside. 

"Of course you did.:" You snapped and he grinned at you before looking up at Connie on the other side of the bed "You almost missed it." You sobbed and he signed as he stroked your hair back. 

"I know baby but I'm here now." He said softly "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." 

"Right. Dad and friend can stay." The doctor ordered, "You, go." He said as he motioned to Steve. 

"I'll be in the waiting room." The younger agent stated and Javier nodded before returning his attention to you. 

He wanted desperately to stand up so that he could kiss your brow but the pain in his belly wouldn't allow that. He suspected also it would do his stitches no good. So instead he opted to hold your hand, whispering sweet words of encouragement to you as the doctor finally ordered you to push. 

This labour seemed harder than your first. You didn't remember having to push this much. You swear it hadn't hurt this much either. You panted through each break before you were ordered to push again and you looked at Javier with tear-filled eyes and he told you that you could do it, that you were doing so well and that your son was nearly here. 

"One more." The doctor ordered and one more you gave. 

You pushed as if your life depended on it and you were rewarded with the most beautiful sound ever. Your baby crying.

"Congratulations." The doctor announced and he handed your infant to you "You have a beautiful baby girl." He finished as he placed her on your chest. 

"Girl?" Javier said, jumping back slightly as he looked at the doctor in shock. 

"Ce." He replied "A girl." 

"But they said it was a boy." You said shakily as you looked between your new daughter and the doctor.

"We don't always get it right." He said with a wink and you chuckled at that before looking down at your baby again. 

A sob tore your attention away from her and to the man beside you. He wasn't just crying... he was ugly crying and you smiled at him sweetly before allowing the nurse to take your daughter so she could be cleaned and wrapped up. The last part was as messy as you remembered it but it was over in a flash and you were soon reunited with the beautiful creature you'd just pushed into the world. 

"Shit, she's perfect." Javier choked and you smiled at her as you replied. 

"Yeah, she is." 

"I can't believe they read the scan wrong." Chuckled Connie as she stroked the soft downy hairs on your daughter's head "Guess you're gonna have to think of a new name." 

"Shit... Didn't even think of that." You grumbled and she chuckled. 

"What about Elena?" You asked and Javier stiffened a moment "I feel like it's fitting." 

"You don't think it's a bit weird, being María's mum was called Elena," Connie asked and you shook your head. 

"No." You replied simply "María has been the best gift to both of us and Elena gave us that gift. I feel like she deserves to be honoured for that." 

"What about Lía?" Javier piped after a few silent moments "Means 'bearer of good news... I feel like she's the best news I've ever received." 

"Lía... I like that." You said, nodding as you looked down at the tiny creature in your arms "Hi Lía, my beautiful little surprise."

... 

You were moved to a new room and after some arm twisting and some badge flashing, they allowed Javier to be settled in there with you. You were squeezed onto his bed together when Steve and Connie arrived, his eyes the size of saucers when he saw the tiny baby in his partner's arms. 

"This him?" He asked. 

"Her." Javier replied, grinning when Steve's expression changed to one of shock. 

"What?" He exclaimed and you all chuckled. 

"They read the scan wrong." You stated "Meet Lía Peña." You finished as you watched your husband help Steve take your newborn from him. 

Steve gently rocked her in his arms as he gazed down at this tiny little thing. You could see that Connie was watching him carefully and you grinned at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"How are María and Olivia?" You asked, knowing Connie had gone to call Chloe as well as fetch her husband. 

"They're both fine." She replied excitedly as she eagerly took the baby from Steve "Told Chloe we'd come and relieve her later." 

"Thank you." You said, giving her a sweet smile "For everything." 

"You're quite welcome." She replied, grinning at you before she gazed back down at your sleeping baby in her arms. 

The pair stayed a little while longer before leaving the two of you to enjoy the new life you'd made together in peace. She was suckling at your breast, Javier watching in awe and you couldn't help but swoon at the sight. 

"I'm so glad I'm getting to do this with you." He said out of blue and you looked at him, gazes locking "I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather raise a family with than you, Mi Amor." 

"I'm glad I get to do this with you too." You replied sweetly, grinning at the sweet kiss he placed on your brow. 

You could help but note the bandage that wrapped around his waist and your brows drew together as you thought about how you'd once again come so close to losing him. 

"What?" He asked upon noticing your change of demeanour and you sighed. 

"I hate how dangerous your job is." You confessed, looking back down at your daughter who had finished her meal and now wriggled in your arms. 

You watched as Javier took her from you so he could burp her, smiling at how naturally it came to him. 

'I do too." He confessed upon the teeniest burp from your baby and then pulling her close so she could lay on his bare chest "I threw myself in front of that bullet for Steve without even thinking... But then-" He paused a moment as he placed a soft kiss on the top of his daughter's head "But then I was lying there, staring up at him as he tried to hold my blood in and I realised that I have so much to lose now. Before... if I had died, no one would have really cared all that much but now I have you and the girls and I realised that... I don't want to do this anymore." 

"What are you saying?" You asked and he sighed. 

"I'm saying that we catch Escobar and then that's it, I'm done." 

"Really?" 

"Really." He confirmed, smiling when you kissed him deeply before you rested your brow on his. Savouring this moment. 

~

You were both allowed to go home the following day. Javier was restricted to bed rest. The hospital hadn't been happy with his determination to leave but you'd assured them that he would get the best possible care with Connie around to help. Connie helped the agent limp through the front door as Steve carried your newborn in her carrier. 

María screeched and wriggled with excitement from her seat on the floor as she saw you both walk in. You smiled at her as you sat yourself down on the couch, glad of somewhere comfortable to sit, then watched as Connie helped your lover sit beside you. She then scooped Lía up and placed her into Javier's waiting arms before fetching a squealing María and placing her on your lap. 

"María." You started as you placed a kiss on her mess of curls "This is your new baby sister... Lía." 

"Sister?" Chloe questioned and you nodded, grinning at her before looking down at that amazed toddler. 

She looked at you a moment. Her small mouth hanging open and her brown eyes white and your heart tightened at the sight. Then a small smile crossed the two year olds face as she looked at her new sister and pointed. 

"SWISH." 

Then you all said in unison... "OOOOOOOOOOOOH." 

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Help me write a Fenders fic (pt. 7)

[ Read part 1 here | Read part 2 here | Read part 3 here | Read part 4 here | Read part 5 here | Read part 6 here ]

But just then, Fenris turns away from the mantelpiece, and strides instead to a nearby table.

He picks up a leather bound book. "Read to me."

Anders feels the nervous anticipation that had been slowly building up inside him burst like a bubble. “Oh,” he says, a bit too lightly, trying to keep the disappointment from showing too obviously in his voice. “I suppose we could do that, yes.”

Fenris chuckles again, the mirth lighting his eyes pleasantly as if he knew exactly what Anders had been thinking all this while, then gestures towards the pile of plush velvet cushions strewn before the fireplace. “Let’s get comfortable. I’m not sure how long we’ll have to be here.”

Anders goes to sit among the cushions, joined shortly after by Fenris who sits next to him, handing over the leather bound tome.

“What’s this one about?” he asks, touching the cover lightly. An illustration of a redheaded warrior armed with a sword and shield graces the cover, alongside the title in thick bold type.

Anders makes a face. “Ugh. ‘Swords and Shields’. Why am I not surprise one of Varric’s smutty serials made it into the Blooming Rose?” He sighs. “I suppose reading erotica is a good form of foreplay.”

Fenris grins at this, amused. “Have you ever read any of Varric’s novels? Are they any good?”

“Sure. If you like overwrought purple prose and swooning heroines with heaving bosoms,” Anders replies drily, earning another bright laugh from Fenris, which causes a swift blush to rise to Anders’ cheeks. He feels pleasantly warm now, and Fenris’ shoulder is lightly touching his.

Anders had done all sorts of debauched things during his days in Kinloch Hold and his stint at The Pearl that these days nothing much can make him bat an eye, and yet … something about this supposedly chaste situation makes him strangely nervous, like he is an inexperienced apprentice again, and is nursing his first adolescent crush.

“I wouldn’t know,” Fenris replies, a bit wistfully, a bit sadly. “Hawke is teaching me to read, but with her responsibilities as Champion, she is finding less and less time for our lessons.”

Anders blinks. “Oh? You didn't know how to read?”

Fenris gives him a level stare, something unfathomable in his dark emerald gaze. “Does this bother you?”

“No! Of course not. I just thought ... I could teach you. At least, if Hawke can’t find the time to. I used to teach the apprentices in the Circle how to read, since mages need to do all our learning from books. I — uh, I could teach you too, if — if you want me to, at least.” Anders’ stammering voice grows quiet towards the end of his last sentence, tapering into a whisper.

Fenris does not say anything for a while. He has turned away, and the fall of his hair conceals his eyes. But Anders fancies he can see a faint pink blush dust the tips of Fenris’ ears that peeks past the fall of his hair.

“I … would like that,” Fenris replies, just as quietly.

Anders clears his throat. “Well! I don’t see why we can’t begin now.” He lifts the book in his hands and smiles broadly. “Though I would have chosen more appropriate teaching material to start with.”

When Fenris turns to Anders again, a faint smile gentles his features.

Anders reads a few passages of the novel, pausing occasionally to point out how certain combinations of letters are pronounced. Hawke's reading lessons had gotten Fenris quite far, but he still is unfamiliar with the spelling of more complex words.

They now reached a steamy scene in the novel. Anders swallows, reading the passage as warmth rises steadily to his cheeks.

"'Unbeknownst to the guard-captain, two of her acquaintances — the apostate mage and the elven warrior — were currently ensconced in the Chantry confessional booth, keeping each other occupied with ... ah, each other's tongues.'" Anders clears his throat. "'Their roaming hands find the belts and buckles of each other's clothes and they hungrily began to undress one another, eager fingertips skimming across warm, trembling skin.'"

Fenris is leaning forward, his body almost flush against Anders'. In the small space between them, Anders feels the heat of their bodies mingle, charged with a tension so palpable it's almost electric.

Fenris raises his face and his gaze meets Anders'. His eyes are half-lidded, their faces are barely a few inches apart, and it's so quiet Anders can almost hear the furious hammering of his heart.

Anders' eyelids flutter shut.

Just then, there is a sudden loud pounding at the door.

"Come out, you two! You can stop hiding now, we've gotten rid of the Templars!" Hawke's voice calls out from the hall.

"And that annoying noble prat, too," Isabela's voice joins hers. "Took us ages, but at least we won't see their likes around the Rose any time soon."

Thank you to everyone who voted, reblogged, and commented! 🥰

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[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 5/30/2023

I feel like I worked really hard last week, and yet I don't actually have much to show for it. I guess a lot of it is little stuff that piled up. I mean, I very much do still have a bit pile of dumb little tasks to do, but it's smaller than it was last week. I feel like I've had to do a lot of driving and socializing lately, too, which not only take up time, but wipes me out both before and after.

If you like extra features, I did finish up my go places addenda post last week. I have a lot of ao3 comments to reply to, but aside from that, I guess I'm pretty much done with that one. It gave me a lot of grief while I was writing it, but in the end, I think I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, and I have some good feelings about the end stages of sitting with it.

Onward and upward!! Sorry if this is old hat to my regular followers, but just to get everyone up to date, the new project is Ductwork, the next part of Heart is a Muscle. The preview summary I slapped on the end of What We Do with Our Hearts reads "Renji tries to not make it a big deal when he gets his long-damaged kidou ducts fixed; Rukia is having none of it. Byakuya would like to be removed from this narrative and yet can't seem to manage it."

I started it about a year ago, immediately finishing Hearts, and knocked out about 7700 words of it at the time. I'm kinda gun-shy, because last summer I really really wanted to finish a little in love and I tried and failed (tried and died, basically), a thing that has not been made better by the fact that people have started sending sad little messages like "i hope you finish this someday..." That being said, I am trying to be more realistic about my capabilities, especially because I have a lot more Mom-duties in the summertime. My goal is to make 20,000 words of progress before I fizzle out this time. I mean, if I do finish it, that would be great! I'm not gonna stop dead if I hit 20k. I do hope to participate in the Bleach Returns event this July, but whether that consists of a small break or a big break, I don't know. We'll see.

So, I already have a significant chunk of the first act done, but I'm having trouble moving forward, because I don't have a great idea of how the second act is gonna go. For now, it's two acts, it's evolving, and I'm letting it. I'm trying to let myself exist in creative mode and have some fun with that. In that vein, I just went ahead and let myself write The Big Scene, the scene that is the entire reason I am writing this fanfic. I wrote 3500 words on it this week. It's not done yet, but I am having fun. I've also been having little bursts of inspiration for scenes that follow and other things I want to do, so overall, I am in a good place. It's nice. This is good.

The overall document length at the moment is 12,617, which means I've done about 5k words since I started working on it, which is a quarter of the way there! That's distinctly Not Bad!!

In other news, I've been increasingly dissatisfied with Google Docs, so I am experimenting with writing this one in Microsoft Word. I don't deal with change well, so for now, I hate it, but I'm figuring out ways to make it more the way I like, and at least it doesn't constantly reload back to the top of the page. I will keep you updated. It's not like I can't just cut and paste it back into the other program, which I would end up doing anyway, because GDocs works pretty well for beta-reading and the AO3 auto-html script is handy.

#writing update #art update

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Reindeers and Starsnow

Narrated by Erinka.

Narrator: That was long ago. The magic stones hadn't been lost yet. Erika and I often visited each other. Our residents traveled, too.

Narrator: Every Starsnow, we would hold the grandest ball and the most elegant poetry fair. Residents could join their favorite event.

Narrator: The deer was drawn to the December Ball.

Narrator: I was wearing a gorgeous dress and spinning to the beat. The brisk, cheerful noise outside the hall accompanied the music.

Narrator: The cute little deer immediately fell from the sky and jumped onto the dance floor. It happily shuttled around by my side.

Soldier: Wait! Where did this deer fly in from? I am sorry something has disturbed Her Majesty's fun! I will kick it out now!

Erinka: What does it matter? No one can resist my passionate dancing, not even this deer.

Narrator: The deer seemed to understand what I had said. It wagged its tail and jumped around me. It moved to the beat of the music.

Narrator: When I raise my hand in the dance, it slides down my arm; when I jump with my head up, it travels through the room.

Narrator: It orbits like a soft, gorgeous trail of light, which makes every turn I do a delicate moment.

Narrator: When their song ended, the servant of the void clapped for the surprisingly perfect performance.

Narrator: The audience burst into applause.

Everyone: Hail to the queen! What perfect skill and outstanding creativity!

Narrator: The deer didn't leave. It followed my every single step until the ball ended.

Erinka: You don't have to be so reluctant, little deer. Red Castle holds balls every day, so you can come and dance here anytime!

Narrator: The little deer seemed to understand what I said. It blinked its big eyes, happily raised its hoof, and ran off in a hurry.

Narrator: A few days later, when I visited Erika, I happened to mention our little admirer.

Erika: A little deer... You're talking about this little deer?

Narrator: Before I can reply, there is a familiar clatter. The deer comes over from Erika's chamber, holding a cookie in its mouth.

Erika: It comes to eat the cookies I made at the same time every day...

Erinka: That's impossible! It must have been drawn in by my dancing because it didn't come to you here after the ball!

Erika: But it's been in White Castle for a long time...

Erinka: Oh, no! Be honest, Erika. Don't lie because of your pride!

Erika: ...

Erinka: Even though it was first attracted to me, you can come see it sometimes. I wouldn't mind if you came to my ball in Red Castle.

Narrator: We seemed to have scared the deer. It finished the cookies, lowered its head, and rubbed its antlers along my and Erika's hems.

Erinka: Whether you admit it or not, facts are facts. The Queen can't waste time on trivial matters. I'm going to prepare for the ball.

Erika: Do you want to eat... the cookies I made...?

Narrator: I didn't catch what she said. I turned and went back to my palace. That evening, I saw the deer again before the ball began.

Narrator: It had a green messenger bag, and a familiar scent floated from it. It... It was the smell of Erika's cookies!

Erinka: There was no way she would give such a polite offer! She must have done this because of our fight, but who'd want to eat her cookies?

Narrator: What is going on? How did my servant of the void bring out those cookies?!

Narrator: Why did he do something without my permission again? Who asked him to set the plate?

Narrator: Forget it. I snapped my fingers, and my servant of the void immediately appeared and followed me holding the plate.

Narrator: They were cookies Erika made. Although the guests wouldn't get to eat them, I let them look at them, since I am so kind.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[bogboyfig]

UNREAL UNEARTH SPOILERS AHEAD - PROCEED WITH CAUTION (complete tracklist + line teasers)

Organising these here so I can go insane in peace:

Revealed Tracklist:

#1 'De Selby (pt.1)'

"At last / When all of the world is asleep / You take in the blackness of the air; / The likes of a darkness so deep / That God at the start couldn't bear."

#2 'De Selby (pt.2)'

"What you're given / What you live in / Darling it finds a way to live in you / And your heart, love / Has such darkness / I feel it in the corners of the room."

#3 'First Time'

"Remember I once told you about / How before I heard it from your mouth / My name would always hit my ears / As such an awful sound / And the soul, if that's what you'd call it / Uneasy ally of the body / It felt nameless as a river / undiscovered underground."

#4 'Francesca'

"If I could hold you for a minute / Darling, I would do it again / I would not change it each time / Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I."

#5 'I, Carrion'

"I've reached a rare height now / That I can confirm / All our weight is just a burden / Offered to us by the world / And though I burn / How could I fall? / When I am lifted by every word you say to me / If anything could fall at all / Its the world that falls away from me."

#6 'Eat Your Young'

"Come and get some / Skinning the children for a war-drum / Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns; / It's quicker and easier to eat your young."

#7 'Damage Gets Done'

"You and I had nothing to show / But the best of the world / in the palm of our hand and darling / I haven't felt it since then / I don't know how the feeling ended / but I know being reckless and young / Is not how the damage gets done."

#8 'Who We Are'

"Darling we sacrified / We gave our time to something undefined / This phantom life sharpens like an image / But it sharpens like a knife / We're born at night / So much of our life / Is just carving through the dark / To get so far / And the hardest part / Is who we are / It's who we are."

#9 'Son of Nyx'

" ... / ... / ... "

#10 'All Things End'

"And all things end / All that we intend is scrawled in sand / It slips right through our hands / And just knowing / That everything will end / Should not change our plans / When we begin again."

#11 'To Someone From A Warm Climate

"'Uiscefhuarithe' / The feel of coldness only water brings / There are some things that no-one / teaches you, love / That come as natural as a dream / you didn't know you were in / And darling, all my dreaming / Is only put to shame / And darling all my dreaming / Has only been given a name."

#12 'Butchered Tongue'

"So far from home / To have a stranger call you 'darling' / And have your heart / Be lifted like a child up by the hand / In some town that just means / 'Home' to them / With no translator left to sound / A butchered tongue / Still singing here above the ground."

#13 'Anything but'

"In a shot I'd swap my body for a body of water / Worry the cliffside top as a wave crashing over / I'd lower the world in a flood / or better yet I'd cause a drought / If I was a riptide, / I wouldn't take you out."

#14 'Abstract (psychopomp)'

"The poor thing in the road / Its eye still glistening / The cold wet of your nose / The Earth from a distance / See how it shines / See how it shines."

#15 'Unknown / Nth'

"You know the distance never made a difference to me / I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked / across the floor of any sea / Ignored the vastness between / all that can be seen / And all that we believe / So I thought you were like an angel to me."

#16 'First Light'

"The sky set to burst / The gold and the rust / The colour erupts / You filling my cup / The sun coming up / Like I lived my whole life / Before the first light."

#hozier #hozier notes #hozier album #hozier updates #so what do we all think then #I personally am VERY intrigued by son of nyx #mr hozzle is being sneaky #posts by fig #a lot of water imagery also which is interesting because this is not his water album but his water album had a lot of fire imagery #unreal unearth