#and I really do love hick returning twice for a kiss

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo testuro #smut #haikyuu smut #bottom reader #bottom male reader #degrading #choking #tw dacryphilia

[rusticreid]

watch the evening glow (across idaho)

Summary: Spencer and y/n take a much-needed vacation after a tough case, and find exactly the type of distraction that they need. Spencer x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,482

Warnings: oral sex (both receiving), PIV sex, mentions of history of drug abuse

A/N: Don’t ask me how boats work, I don’t know. I don’t even know what kind of boat it is. In the words of Harry Styles, “it’s just a boat”. Honestly this picture made my hick heart soar and I had to write this so ... that’s how we ended up here. 

While it contrasted his lively Las Vegas upbringing, Spencer Reid felt his calmest in the sleepy monotony of Idaho. As often as possible, he and y/n would hop on a plane for a vacation at their cabin on Lake Coeur d’Alene. They enjoyed lazy days on the lake, sipping beers and laughing as the stresses of life in the BAU melted away. Sometimes, they would take one of their trips following a case that hit one or the other of them particularly hard, needing a reminder that life could slow down, be free and easy too. 

This particular time, it was Spencer who needed to take a breather after a case where the unsub had been dosing captives with narcotics to keep them subdued, which had hit far too close to home for his comfort. After they had gotten home from that case, he had turned to y/n, “That case was a lot, baby. I need a fucking break.” 

Y/n nodded sympathetically, pulling him into a hug. Spencer had been sober for years now, but still struggled with urges to use Dilaudid again. “Do you want to go to the cabin? We haven’t used vacation time in forever.”

He nodded, forehead against her shoulder before he pulled away. “Did you know that one of the primary factors when considering the likelihood of a relapse is the recovering addict’s environment? Those who have risk factors like a high-stress lifestyle, who witness trauma or violence are significantly more likely to experience a relapse? That combined with my coexisting risk factors of mental illness and ADHD means that it’s statistically surprising that I haven’t had a relapse.” 

Y/n smiled at him, reaching up and ruffling his hair, “I’m proud of you, baby. But even if you did relapse, I would be here with you to help out, no matter what you needed. I love you, I’m here for you, and I am so proud of you. Now, let’s get some sleep and then put in requests to take a few days off.” 

---

The one thing endlessly annoying about traveling to Idaho, was that it was severely lacking in airports. To get to Coeur d’Alene, they needed to either fly into Boise, which was a 7 hour drive from their destination, or fly into Spokane, which required a layover in Seattle, but was only a 40 minute drive from their destination. Y/n and Spencer had greatly favored the second option, as the Seattle layovers weren’t usually too long. 

Upon landing in Spokane, Spencer and y/n had packed into a rental car and began the drive to Coeur d’Alene. “So,” y/n began, turning to Spencer “What do you want to do this time? I was thinking we could take the boat out, do a little exploring. Maybe I could find some ways to distract you from the case…” 

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he turned to y/n with a smile on his face, “Oh yeah? And how would you do that?” 

Y/n smirked, reaching out to rest her hand on his thigh, “I’m sure we can work something out.” 

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As they neared their destination, Spencer pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store so that they could stock up on groceries for the week.  Y/n had always enjoyed the casual intimacy of grocery shopping with Spencer, who never failed to make endless comments about anything and everything they picked up. 

They picked up a case of beer, knowing that that cold beer would pair well with their days on the lake. Grabbing a few other items, they made their way through the checkout, hands intertwined. 

The drive to the cabin was short, but that didn’t stop y/n from palming at Spencer’s cock through his pants. He whined, looking away from the road for a second to glare at y/n, “Baby, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to end up crashing the car.” 

Y/n giggled, slowing her motions only slightly. “Then you’d better hurry up and get us to the cabin.” 

Spencer let out a shaky breath, keeping his eyes on the road as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, “You know, according to the CDC, 9 people die every day as a result of distracted driving. That adds up to approximately 3,500 each year.”

“Well,” said y/n, smirking as she looked out the window, “it’s a good thing we’re here then, isn’t it?” 

---

Y/n headed to the bedroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. Spencer, on the other hand, took his time unpacking the groceries. He smirked, knowing that y/n would already be on the bed waiting for him, likely very impatient. 

Spencer was right, of course. When he pushed open the bedroom door, he was rewarded with the sight of a fully naked y/n touching herself. She looked over at him with hooded eyes, “Took you long enough. I almost finished off without you.”

He let out a laugh, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “Oh and what, you’d stop at just one orgasm? Just over ⅓ of people with vaginas are able to have multiple orgasms within a single session, and we both know that you’re one of those.” 

Y/n whined, “God damn it, Spencer Reid, just come over and fuck me.” 

He didn’t need to be told again. He stripped down, situating himself in front of her. He smirked up at her as he grabbed her by the calves, throwing her legs over his shoulders as he leaned in to suck a bruise on to her thigh. Y/n reached down, tangling her fingers into his curls in an attempt to guide him to where she wanted him most. He smiled as he moved to kiss and suck at the other thigh, knowing he was driving her crazy. He licked his lips, contemplating for a second before diving in, face first. His tongue flicked at her clit, eliciting a moan from her. His hands gently stroked her hips as his mouth went to work, alternating between sucking her clit and lapping at the growing wetness inside her. 

Having neared the edge before Spencer had even entered the room, y/n was quick to find release, thighs tightening around Spencer’s head and neck as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue. With a heavy breath, and shaky legs, she reclined fully on the bed, “Fuck, Spence. You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

He stood up, smirking as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, “The risk of death during sex is significantly higher in men, especially those with a preexisting heart condition. There was a study done over 20 years, which showed that 0.19% of natural deaths in that time period were caused by sexual activity, and only two of them were women.” 

“You really do have a statistic about everything, don’t you?” y/n said, grinning at him, “Come here, I need to get you off too.” 

He leaned down to kiss her before laying next to her on the bed, “Well, I won’t say no to that.” 

“What are you in the mood for?” y/n asked, kissing up the side of his neck. 

“I’m not really in the mood to fuck, but I’d take a blowjob or a handjob. Whatever you’re up for is good for me.” 

“I can make that happen. Can you sit back against the headboard for me?” 

Spencer happily obliged, stroking himself with slightly hooded eyes. Y/n straddled his thighs and leaned in, kissing him forcefully. She reached down, grabbing his cock with her hand stroking at him slowly. He closed his eyes with a groan, “That’s it, baby.”

Y/n leaned over, rummaging through the drawer of the bedside table until she found a small bottle of lube. She uncapped it, drizzling some over Spencer’s cock, knowing that he liked wet, sloppy handjobs. She tangled one hand in his hair, kissing him as she stroked at his cock with the other hand. She got herself into a good rhythm, stroking and twisting in a way that had him moaning into her mouth. He bucked into her hand once, twice, three times before spilling over with a grunt.  He let his head fall back against the headboard, panting. 

Y/n got up from the bed, padding into the bathroom to wash his traces off her hands. Once she was done, she wet a washcloth for Spencer to clean himself off with. Returning from the bathroom, she found Spencer thumbing through a book, still breathing heavily. 

“Do you want to take a nap and then make dinner in about an hour?” y/n asked as she wiped him down. 

He smiled, nodding sleepily, “That sounds good.”

---

Y/n and Spencer giggled as they attempted to cook dinner, fumbling around each other in the tiny kitchen. Neither of them were much of a cook, so they generally stuck to simple meals when eating at home. Y/n sat on the counter as she waited for the pasta to boil, watching Spencer as he carefully measured the ingredients for a simple alfredo sauce. She smiled as he whispered to himself, ever-cautious about getting it exactly right.

When the sauce was done and the pasta was boiled, Spencer and y/n piled their bowls high and made their way over to the couch. Spencer grabbed the remote, turning the TV on for background noise as they ate. 

“So what do you want to do this week?” y/n asked between bites, “I’m thinking maybe a hike or two, a couple days on the lake and a stop at the farmers market for sure.” 

Spencer nodded, “I have a couple of books I want to read, but I can definitely do that when we’re at the lake.”

They chatted idly as they finished their dinner and then left their dishes in the sink to deal with at a later time. Y/n went to the bathroom, beginning her nighttime routine, as Spencer went around the cabin, locking the doors and windows, and turning off the unnecessary lights before crawling into bed to wait for the bathroom. 

---

Y/n and Spencer had decided to spend their first full day at the lake. The first time they traveled to Idaho, Spencer had read every book he could find regarding the details of boating, learning the intricacies pretty quickly and deciding on the type of boat that he and y/n wanted to purchase. In the subsequent trips, he had picked up fishing too, but wasn’t always in the mood for that. 

That particular boat outing, Spencer and y/n just intended to eat sandwiches on the lake and lay out in the sun, pretending that the outside world didn’t exist. Y/n scanned the scenery as Spencer dealt with maneuvering the boat. 

They made idle small talk as they made their way around the lake. Spencer found a place to stop the boat, so they could eat their lunch while enjoying the scenery. Y/n dug through the cooler, pulling out their sandwiches and a beer for each of them. Spencer accepted his lunch gratefully, leaning back in his seat to put his feet up. 

They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the view and the peace provided by the lack of other people. “I’m always surprised by how quiet it is here,” remarked y/n, “It’s like nobody lives here.” 

Spencer raised his eyebrows, “You’re technically right. Idaho has a population density of approximately 19.8 people per square mile, as opposed to the 202.6 people per square mile that we’re used to.” 

Y/n smiled, humming in agreement and taking a swig of beer in favor of responding verbally. 

“You know what,” Spencer said suddenly, turning to y/n. 

She turned to him, expectantly, “What’s up, baby?” 

“We have had sex in every other possible location I can think of, our apartment, our cars, the BAU office, the jet… everything except for here.”

Y/n giggled, setting her beer down and pulling her dress over her head, leaving her in just a bikini, “We can change that. Nobody’s around” she said, looking around to confirm her statement. When she was satisfied that nobody was going to catch them immediately, she knelt before him, toying with the waistband of his swim trunks. He looked down at her through hooded eyes, lacing one of his hands into her hair. 

She noticed with a bit of a start that he still held his beer in the other hand, and something about that made her wet. She palmed at his cock through the thin material of his shorts, smirking at his quiet groan. 

She stuck her hands into the waistband, maneuvering his shorts off his body. She grabbed his cock, jerking it a few times to get it to full hardness. When she was satisfied, she leaned down to tongue at the head, lapping at the drops of precum leaking out. Spencer’s groan was more audible this time, his hand tightening in y/n’s hair. She plunged down, sucking the head into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, and when she looked up, she was treated to the sight of Spencer taking a swig of his beer, his long fingers curled elegantly around the neck of the bottle. She watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. Something about the nonchalance of drinking beer while receiving a blowjob made her even more desperate. 

Spencer was panting, pulling at y/n’s hair. She reached down, pulling her bikini bottoms aside to run a finger through her growing wetness. Spencer reached for her chin, breathing heavily “I’m getting close.” 

Y/n nodded, “Are you in the mood to cum in me?”

Spencer bit down on his lip, flushing, “Yeah, turn around and bend over.” 

Y/n did just that, bracing herself against the side of the boat. Spencer pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, and lined his cock up with her entrance. Grabbing her by the hips, he thrust inside her, hissing as he bottomed out. She clenched around him the way she knew he liked. He got into a rhythm, faltering as he neared his climax. He stuttered against her as his vision whited out, moaning louder than he should have, considering that they weren’t really that far from civilization. He pulled out, watching his cum drip down her legs, getting her swimsuit irreparably dirty. 

He pulled her bikini bottoms all the way down, he trailed his fingers up her legs, towards her pussy, gathering drips of cum on the way to her entrance. His cum-slick fingers trailed over her entrance, teasing at it lightly. He grabbed her arm, turning her to face him so that he had easier access. 

She whined as he teased her, fingers running through her folds as he pointedly avoided her clit. She shifted her hips in an attempt to get his fingers where she wanted them, but he remained intent. “Please, baby I need -” y/n whimpered, gasping as one of his fingers ghosted past her clit. 

“What do you need?” Spencer asked, smiling devilishly, “All you need to do is ask.” 

Y/n whined, both frustrated and incredibly aroused, “Please let me cum, Spence, please.” 

Spencer let out a laugh, but finally caved, circling her clit with his index and middle fingers. She gasped, pressing into him, “Yeah baby, just like that, don’t stop.” 

Spencer sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, only concentrating on pleasing her. She breathed heavily, the occasional “fuck” escaping her lips. Eventually, she reached her climax with a gasp, shaky legs threatening to give out under her. Spencer helped her to sit down, pushing her hair out of the way so that he could press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. 

Y/n drew in a shaky breath, “This is going to be a fucking shitshow to clean up.” 

Spencer let out a laugh, “I think I have some baby wipes in my bag”. With a grunt, he stood up to rifle through his bag, pulling his shorts back up as he stood. When he found what he was looking for, he crouched next to y/n, spreading her legs to clean her up with the wipe. He got to his feet again, holding out a hand to help her up, “I do think you’ll probably have to wear the dress without the bikini bottoms, though” he said with a smirk, “They’re pretty dirty. Tragic, truly.” 

Y/n swatted playfully at him, then walked over to slip the dress back over her head. “Are you ready to head back, or do you want to stay out for a bit longer?”

Spencer pondered for a second, cracking open another beer, “I think I’m ready to go. We can take a walk later tonight if you’re in the mood.” 

Y/n smiled, taking a drink out of her own beer, “Sounds perfect to me.”

---

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds smut #mine #spencer reid

[hopelikethemoon]

Delivery (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Delivery Rating: PG Length: 1600 Warnings: Angst (discussions of childbirth)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in May 31st 1997. Short cause #selfcare. Summary: Reader knows it’s almost time.

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You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip as you stared up at the ceiling and focused on what you were feeling. You ran your hand over your swollen belly, smiling to yourself as you felt baby Sofía kicking beneath your palm — or maybe it was her fist. It was hard to tell, now that she was so active. 

So active. 

Josie had been a livewire towards the end of your pregnancy, but Sofía was an entirely different beast. 

Except the way you felt was very familiar. 

You still had a week until your due date — which was the whole reason Chucho had gotten into town the day before — but something felt off.

Not bad off, but different off.

With Josie you’d had to deal with Braxton Hicks, which you fortunately hadn’t had to deal with during this pregnancy. A blessing in disguise considering everything else you dealt with. 

You pressed two fingers into your radial pulse point on your wrist, focusing on counting out your pulse rate. It wasn’t too high, but it definitely felt elevated. 

And you couldn’t shake the feeling — the one that was deep in your gut, a creeping sensation up your spine. Your instincts were telling you that today was the day, but there was something else too. 

Something felt off, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. 

Javier knocked twice before opening the bedroom door, “Pops just took Stevie and Josie for a walk.” He told you, moving to sit on the side of the bed beside you. “How are you doing, baby?”

You tilted your head to look at him, blinking slowly as you tried to clear away the strange haze in your vision as you focused on him. You’d probably been laying down for too long — you’d gone back to bed directly after breakfast and it was after lunch now. 

“I’m okay,” You told him, reaching for his hand and curling your fingers around it. “Your daughter kept me up all night. I’m fucking exhausted.”

He chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach just above your belly button, his warm palm skimming over your bare skin. “She’s just excited to get out.”

You laughed when Sofía kicked right beneath Javier’s palm — the look on his face was worth all of the discomfort. “I can’t wait to hold her.” You said as you played your fingers through his hair. “I still remember when you first held Josie.”

“I cried.” Javier smirked, kissing your stomach before turning towards you. “I know Steve’s got bets on whether I’ll cry over Sofía.”

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “I started that betting pool.” You started to sit up slowly, giving his leg a firm pat. “You’re a sap and I love you for it.” You leaned towards him and stole a kiss. “You should pack the bags.”

“What?” His jaw dropped a little, eyes widening as a stroke of panic marred his expression. “Wait, did your water break? Are you having contractions?”

“No and no.” You rolled your eyes. “But mother’s intuition is telling me that it will be soon.” You grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed and stuffed it beneath you for support. “I just have this feeling.”

Javier brushed his knuckles over your cheek, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Anything in particular you want packed?”

The suitcase was already mostly packed. Javier had fretted about it almost a month ago, to the point where you gave up the fight and let him pack everything early. “Shove Alias Grace in. I haven’t read it yet, but maybe I’ll get a chance to read it at the hospital.” You shrugged. 

He arched a brow at you as he grabbed it off the nightstand and moved to shove it into your suitcase. “You think you’ll be reading?”

“You never know what might happen.” You rubbed at your forehead, frowning as you felt the faintest twinge of pain there. Was the weather changing? Maybe it was a pressure headache starting. 

“Did you already pack the uh, special gear you had me pick up last week?”

“The adult diapers?” You shot back with a short laugh, “Yeah. You never know, they might be the next sexy craze.” You wiggled your brows seductively. “Don’t forget your glasses.”

“Already got a spare pair in the car,” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “You think it’s gonna be today?”

You rubbed your lips together thoughtfully before nodding, “I do.” It was a little surreal to think that in a day or two you’d be coming home with your baby girl. 

Javier left the suitcase sitting close to the bedroom door before he moved back to you, perching on the side of the bed. “I can’t believe after all these months, we’re finally here.”

“I know.” You smiled brightly at him, trying to ignore the way your vision was fuzzy at the edges. You were clearly just exhausted. “After how hard it was to get here… I’m looking forward to the easy part.”

He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. “And you’re positive about the name choice?”

“Of course I am.” You smiled brightly at him, “I can’t imagine a better name for our daughter.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “And we’ll just never tell Steve what her middle name is.”

“You really think Connie can keep that secret?” Javier chuckled, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. 

“She’s better than Steve is, that’s for sure.” You rolled your eyes. “You have to admit, Sofía Constance Peña sounds right.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, it does go together. Now we’ve just got to make sure we keep the Murphys as friends. Otherwise it’ll be awkward explaining to her who she’s named for.”

“I mean, we moved here so you could have your friend back.” You gave him a pointed look. “So it’s on you to maintain the relationship.”

“Daddddddddy!” Josie called out from the family room a split second before the sound of feet running down the hallway gave way to the bedroom door bursting open. “Mommy!”

“Hey baby doll,” You patted the bed beside you. “How was your walk with your abuelo?”

Josie grinned, “We saw an inguana!” She giggles as she bounced onto the bed. “Mommy, how’s sissy?”

“You sound like your father,” You laughed, pulling her into your side and kissing the top of her head. “I think I’m going to be having the baby very soon. Are you going to be a big girl for Chucho and Monica!”

She nodded, “I’m gonna be the best girl for you mommy.” She hugged her arms around you, “I have a present for you.” Josie told you before she was shuffling out of the bed and running down the hallway. 

“I’m almost afraid,” You laughed, pressing your thumb against the point between your brows before exhaling steadily. It was definitely a headache.

Josie returned with one of her Beanie Babies, “I want you to take this with you, mommy! Since daddy said Stevie can’t go with you to the hobs-stable.”

“Hospital.”

“Hobspitle.”

“Close enough.” You frowned as you felt your pulse quicken, the sensation throbbing in your neck strangely. That wasn’t normal. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Javier questioned softly, his expression darkening. 

“Hey, Josie… why don’t you go see if Stevie’s got water. I bet she’s thirsty.”

Josie was easily shooed away. Anything that had to do with Stevie got her attention.

“I’m alright.” You exhaled slowly as you sat up straighter, running your hand over the side of your stomach. “Just a lot of movement.” Did you really want to worry him?

“You want to get up for a couple minutes?” Javier questioned, brushing his fingers over your hair. 

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

Javier helped you out of the bed, his fingers curled around your forearms as he helped you keep steady on your feet. “You sure you’re good?”

“Well,” You lifted your gaze to meet his. “A little dizzy.”

“Dizzy?”

“I’m good.” You assured him, shaking loose his hand so you could rub your hand over the spot where Sofía was kicking you repeatedly. You wondered if she could feel the way your pulse seemed to be off. 

“Just tell me if you think somethings wrong—“

“Nothing’s wrong.” You said quickly, shaking your head. “She’s just very active today.” You glanced towards the door that led outside. “Can I sit outside for a bit?”

Javier nodded, “Of course, baby.” He assured you as he helped you walk outside onto the patio. The weather was nice — a little too warm, but you enjoyed sitting outside after being cooped up inside for months. 

“So I think I’m starting to have contractions.” You told him, chewing on your bottom lip. “There’s this funny twinge every time she starts getting active and… I think it’s contractions, but we’re still far out.”

Javier sat down beside you on the picnic table, “So it really could be today?” He smiled a little, “I’m gonna be a father again.”

“Our girls are very lucky.” You squeezed his hand three times. “Even if you drive me crazy.”

He snorted, “You love when I drive you crazy.” 

You made a face, “You’re sadly not wrong.” You lowered your gaze to where your hand was curled around his, “Javier, you know I love you, right?”

Javier nodded as your eyes met his, “I know you do, baby. I love you too. More than words.”

Despite sitting completely still, your pulse was pounding in your ears. Hell, you could even feel your pulse in your legs and your fingers. Something wasn’t right, but you hoped it was just pre-labor anxiety and nothing worse. 

All you wanted was for this delivery to go smoothly for Javier. You wanted him to have this, the experience he was robbed of with Josie. 

#javier pena x reader #javier pena #pedro pascal x reader

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what are you doing new year’s eve?

So this final fic of 2020 is dedicated to @odd-birds-and-booksellers for multiple reasons. Firstly she’s been my first friend in the Jolex fandom and one of the reasons the group chat exists. Despite how much we make fun of each other she’s truly become one of my favorite people (she knew I was pregnant approximately 15 seconds after I peed on a stick and hours before anyone else) and I wouldn’t have stuck around here without her.

Secondly it’s dedicated to her because my final fic for the year is an ode to the reason I’m in this fandom in the first place and the series she keeps begging me to write for. That’s right y’all, I’m posting a piece for my “It’s Nothing Funny Just to Talk/Little Pieces of You” universe! (she thought I was gonna kill someone... hehehe)

I hope y’all enjoy this cute and fluffy one shot! Thank you all for reading, commenting, and encouraging me to write this year!

also one million anons asked me for a birth fic... well here it kinda is

xoxo Nina

Maybe it's much too early in the game

Oh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same

What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

Jo was fine, really she was. She blamed being two weeks from her due date for the state of discomfort she found herself in. She’d been experiencing Braxton Hicks for almost a month already (something Alex loved to point out that he could always see as it happened, much to Jo’s annoyance) so the tightening of her abdomen wasn’t a new feeling. What was new was the aching in her back and hips that had prompted her to take a long steamy shower in an attempt to ease a bit of the pain and discomfort she felt.

The water had helped a bit, but all Jo really wanted was for Alex to rub her back and hold her while she napped. He had asked before he left for work if she was alright, but Jo had assured him she was fine. New Year’s Eve was always a long night for him at work with an influx of teenagers hurt by firework accidents or drunken mishaps. She has reminded him that she wasn’t due for two weeks and she would make it through one night without him there. Now though, Jo was regretting her decision as she struggled to get comfortable on their couch, her back aching as she shifted back and forth. 

“Hoooooly shit,” Jo gripped the armrest of the couch tightly as she attempted to sit up, a roaring pain ripping through her stomach as she desperately tried to get air into her lungs. The feeling passed after a moment, letting her take a deep breath as she settled one hand onto her stomach. “I need you to calm down in there, please and thank you.” Her phone chose that moment to ding loudly, a text from Alex popping up as she reached for her phone.

Thursday 4:39 PM

How are my girls doing?

Thursday 4:41 PM

all good over here :)

Deciding not to mention her pain, Jo set her phone aside and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Whenever her Braxton Hicks got bad Alex would always tell her it was because she was dehydrated. He was usually right, though she’d never admit it, but the water usually calmed down the sensations flowing through her body. 

Slowly making her way to the kitchen, Jo grabbed a glass and sipped on the water as she tried to even her breathing. Her mind was already racing, heart pounding as she tried to keep her composure. She’d only had one bad spout of pain, it could be a fluke or a pulled muscle for all she knew. 

The searing pain she’d felt only minutes before returned again, the glass in her hands slipping from her fingers as a pained groan left her. Watching the water and glass splatter across the counter top, Jo realized how serious her pain was. Her eyes flitted to the clock, noting it was just hitting 5 PM. Alex would be home at 11, she would hold out as long as she could until then. 

-

Thursday 6:32 PM

Want me to grab a late dinner for us? Figure you’ll still be up anyways. 

Alex stared down at the text he’d sent almost 20 minutes earlier as if his staring would prompt a response from his wife. Logically he knew she was probably sleeping, but he’d been worried about her all day. She’d barely slept the night before and her back had been hurting for almost two days now. He wasn’t stupid he’d done enough rounds on OB to know that Jo was probably getting close to going into labor, a thought that both excited and terrified him. Erring on the side of caution, he dialed Jo’s number and waited for her to answer. 

“Hi you’ve reached Josephine Karev! I’m probably teaching right now so leave a message after the beep!”

“Hey babe, call me back whenever you can. Love you.”

Hanging up the phone and grumbling to himself, Alex begrudgingly turned back to his patient files. He had a lot of work to do, but his mind was currently occupied worrying about his wife and their unborn daughter. 

-

“Oh shit… oh shit no no no,” Jo’s panicked cries echoed across the empty loft as another contraction made its way through her stomach, her body curling in on itself as she struggled to lean against the couch. A glance at the clock in the kitchen told her it was only 7:19 meaning Alex wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. 

She knew she couldn’t last that long, her contractions were steadily growing closer together and more painful. Reaching for her phone, Jo sent off a quick text before focusing her attention on breathing through the steady flow of contractions now racking her body. 

Thursday 7:21 PM

in labor, moving fast. need drugs and husband. 

-

It was nearing 8 PM and Alex still hadn’t heard from Jo for the last three hours. He’d called twice to no answer and his texts were sent but not read. He was ready to jump in the car and rush home to check on her when someone called out his name. 

“Alex!”

Jackson Avery was jogging towards him, dressed in a button up and slacks with a six month old Harriet on his hip. He’d been talking about his mom’s New Year’s Eve party all week, so Alex was shocked to see him there. 

“Hey man, you skipping out on the party,” Alex searched Jackson’s serious expression for a moment, reading his best friend's face easily and letting a sigh out. “Where is she?” 

“April took her up to L&D while I came to find you. She was screaming at me the whole drive here,” Jackson smirked at Alex as they walked down the halls. “I’m sure you’re in for a fun night.”

Thanking Jackson, Alex headed towards the maternity ward with a sense of urgency. He knew if Jo had been worried enough to call April that she was probably pretty far along in her labor. Spotting the red head down the hall, he picked up his pace and stopped in front of her. 

“They’re just checking her out now, her contractions have been coming every three and half minutes but I think they’re speeding up,” April gave Alex a small smile as she made to leave. “She’s been asking for you the whole time.”

“Thanks April.”

“It’s the least I could do. When I was in labor she sat with me while Jackson was in surgery despite the fact that she was throwing up every twenty minutes from her morning sickness,” April shrugged. “Besides if I didn’t go she probably would’ve given birth on your couch.”

Alex chuckled, his hand rubbing his neck nervously, “I’ll text you guys when she’s here, thanks again.”

April left then, Alex taking a breath before entering the room that April had just left. Jo was laid in bed, eyes closed and curled in on herself as she struggled through a contraction. Surging forward Alex placed one hand on Jo’s back as the other moved to run through her hair. She instantly relaxed at his touch, eyes popping open to meet his. 

“I was wondering why you weren’t answering my texts,” Alex leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. “You need anything? Water, ice chips, hard drugs?” 

Jo shook her head, breathing through the end of her contraction before speaking again, “No they said I’m too far along for an epidural. I just have to suffer until she gets here. My water broke as soon as I walked into the hospital, I think she knew you were waiting.”

Eyeing the monitor tracking her contractions, Alex realized that she was nearing the end of her labor, “You should’ve called me, I could’ve come to get you.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now,” Jo leaned against Alex’s hand as she struggled to pull a breath in. “Ow ow ow ow, holy shit mother-”

Jo’s next words were silenced as she pressed her face against Alex’s chest, fists clenched against the bed rail as her body tensed once more. Keeping his eyes on her monitor, Alex kept his fingers running through Jo’s hair in an attempt to comfort her, “Breathe baby, it’s okay just breathe.”

Once she finally took a deep breath Jo relaxed in Alex’s hold, her voice alarmingly calm as she spoke, “I really need to push. Like right now.”

“Let me get the doctor, just hold on a minute babe,” Alex couldn’t help the wide grin he sported as he left Jo’s side to call down the hallway for her doctor. In just a little while they were going to be parents… 

-

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!”

The TV played softly in the background as fireworks lit up the dim hospital room but Alex and Jo weren’t paying attention to the celebration of the new year. Both had their eyes firmly locked on the sleeping bundle in Jo’s arms, light curls peeking out of the pink hat on her head as her lips pursed in her sleep. 

“You do that when you’re sleeping,” Alex pointed out as he ran his finger down his daughter’s cheek. “You look like a fish, it’s kinda funny that she’s already doing it.” “She’s not even three hours old and you’re comparing her to a fish,” Jo chuckled as she looked from her daughter to her husband. “She needs a name still.”

“How about Goldie,” Alex’s suggestion earned him a slap on the arm from Jo, a laugh escaping him as she did so. “I was kidding! What about the one you really liked?” Eyeing her daughter as if testing out the name she’d brought up so many months ago, a grin settled on Jo’s face, “I like it. Annabeth Brooke Karev.”

“Glad we finally decided on that, I thought you were never going to choose,” Alex pressed a kiss to Jo’s lips, then another to the top of Annie’s head. “Happy New Year Annie.”

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight

When it's exactly 12 o'clock, midnight

Welcoming in the New Year, New Year's Eve

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #jolex fic #nina writes

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THE ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP TAG

Status: Accepting

@streetsofsecrets said: cece and angelo 😌

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?: I don’t think their arguments ever get that serious and Cece is lucky that she got the tamest Amici, Angelo doesn’t really have that rage like his older brother or sister.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?: please, where are either of them are going to go? Melissa’s house so she can kick them out and force them to make up?

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?: Angelo might be dramatic and go to Cynthia’s apartment for an hour of two, but he always ends up coming back.

Who trashes the house?: . I can see Cece getting a little frustrated and maybe flipping something small over like a trash can but that’s really it.

Do either of them get physical?: NOOOOO! Angelo’s not even dramatic enough to punch the walls.

How often do they argue/disagree?: not very often or at least nothing too serious. Most of their disagreements are things like “I don’t like that sweater you put our ferret in.” And things alike.

Who is the first to apologise?: Angelo. It’s true, he’s a simp. He’ll slip out of the house and return with all of her favorite things. One time he came back with a whole new ferret!

Sex:

Who is on top?: Theure the type of couple that likes to experiment and doesn’t do typical positions like missionary. But, when they do decide to take a break from their wild position Angelo is usually the one on top.

Who is on the bottom?: occasionally Angelo will move to the bottom position just to observe Cece on top of him, but she’s usually the bottom.

Who has the strangest desires?: Cece is definitely bringing new ideas and discussions to the bedroom that Angelo wouldn’t even think of. He has to stop letting her wander off. Or not because they always usually end up liking her ideas.

Any kinks?: nothing too extreme or at least not on Angelo’s side. They might pull out cuffs every now and then or some toys just for the hell of it.

Who’s dominant in bed?: you would never think a himbo like Angelo would be as dominant as he is in the bedroom, but you’d be mistaken! That signature Amici passion and rage likes to show out in the bedroom. He’s a ‘hold your hands behind your back in doggy style and make you beg, maybe even smack you’ type of dominant. Not extreme, but enough that you know he’s in charge.

Is head ever in the equation?: OF COURSE! Angelo loves to give. He can spend hours between Cece’s legs.

If so, who is better at performing it?: while he is good at what he does, Cece does pull through every now and then and suck his souod out of him.

Ever had sex in public?: I feel like the club is their go to spot honestly

Who moans the most?: Cece, Angelo is more of a grunt and swear type.

Who leaves the most marks?: Angelo. Catch Cece waking up to huge hickes all over her neck.

Who screams the loudest?: Angelo when he gets to his climax.

Who is the more experienced of the two?: Angelo. He’s had his fair share of one night stands from the bar and he doesn’t mind adding to Cece’s experience.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?: Hmmm, 75% of the time it’s just casual sex but they’ll slip some soft love making in there.

Rough or soft?: A mixture of both.

How long do they usually last?: A good hour. Two if they’re really in the mood that day.

Is protection used?: loosely, they’re not too big on it but every now and then Angelo will whip it out just to try and seem responsible.

Does it ever get boring?: Never, Cece would never let intimate moments between them be dull!

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?: In the maintenance closet at work, while the bar was full too!

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?: No. Angelo really doesn’t want children at all. He would like to avoid that for as long as he can and live his life to the fullest. He’s not even the type where they end up having an oppsie daisy and end up loving/wanting more children: that one is enough for him for a while.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?: Two just so he won’t have an only child. The ferrets are enough as it is.

Who is the favorite parent?: They’re both so lovable, even as unexpected parents, this question is so trifling!

Who is the authoritative parent?: Angelo. The Italian dad in him really comes out sometimes. Old school Italian too, you can thank his grandma on his dad’s side for that.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?: Angelo. The both of them honestly.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?: I feel like their child would be sneaky and do it on their own just like their mama.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?: The both of them!! They’re those embarrassing parents in the stands wearing their kids face on their shirts and screaming.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?: Cecilia got that. Angelo hates schools.

Who changes the diapers?: Cecilia.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?: Angelo. Being a bartender has gotten him a crazy sleep schedule after so long so he has no problem with it.

Who spends the most time with the children?: Their schedules really aren’t that busy so I’d say the both of them.

Who packs their lunch boxes?: Angelo. And yes, he does sneak and give them more junk food sometimes.

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?: If they muussstt, I think the two of them would do it together. Using ferrets as an example of course so it’s not too uncomfortable on their end as well.

Who cleans up after the kids?: Cecilia. I feel like it’s built into her after all those years from being around Delores.

Who worries the most?: The both of them worry a lot but for different reasons, Cece a little more than Angelo.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?: Look I’m not saying watch out for Leonel, but watch out for Leonel ! Either him or Angelo’s grandma on his dad’s side. Yes, that old lady is kicking around.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?: Angelo. He’s a big baby. Cece will just be chilling on the couch and here he comes out of nowhere to lay on her.

Who is the little spoon?: Angelo. He likes to be held, but he’ll switch with Cecilia every now and then.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?: That heathen Angelo 🤚🏾

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?: Cece but not in a naughty type of way, but in a “I still need to know that you’re into me and like me so let me give you a random hug or something to remind you.” Type of way.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?: They never stop cuddling because of uncomfortableness ! It’s usually because they have to leave for work or somebody keeps calling Angelo.

Who gives the most kisses?: Angelo.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?: They then taking care of their animals into an activity. It’s a lot of them, almost a mini farm, so they decide to do things together to make most of those tasks easier. It’s a great way for them to bond and bond with their animals.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?: On the couch as Angelo watches some new cheesy reality tv show his mom recommended to him.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?: Not really grope, but sometimes when Cece walks by he likes to torture her by tickling her or poking her sides.

How often do they get time to themselves?: quite often! Work doesn’t take up a lot of their time, only nightly hours really so they have a lot of time in the day to just waste.

Sleeping:

Who snores?: Angelo and his trifling self. I feel like Cece does too but not like him.

If both do, who snores the loudest?: Angelo. Cece snores softly like her dad.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?: They share a bed! Even in the earlier stages of their relationship he would invite her to come sleep in the bed with him all the time.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?: Cozy up!

Who talks in their sleep?: Angelo will every now and then.

What do they wear to bed?: Angelo just sleeps on a pair of underwear and calls it a day. Angelo lends her shirts to sleep in every night.

Are either of your muses insomniacs?: Nah, they’re just usually up really late for work.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?: yeah, when their sleeping schedules get really out of wack because of work I can see them popping sleeping pills to fix it.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: please, their limbs are beyond entangled.

Who wakes up with bed hair?: Angelo. He always forgets to put it in a man bun before he falls asleep.

Who wakes up first?: They both sleep in pretty late, but Angelo’s usually up first because he likes to wake up to workout.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?: Angelo. He’s a sucker for romantic gestures like this.

What is their favourite sleeping position?: Cecilia all the way on top of him with his arms around her torso.

Who hogs the sheets?: Angelo. But he hogs Cece too so it makes up for it.

Do they set an alarm each night?: For work, yes.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?: Nope, Angelo prefers to keep it in the livingroom because he likes a completely dark and quiet environment to sleep.

Who has nightmares?: Neither of them. Except your run of the mill strange nightmares every now and then.

Who has ridiculous dreams?: Angelo.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Angelo. He might’ve accidentally kicked Cece off the bed once or twice.

Who makes the bed?: Do they really need to do that? They’re just going to slee in it again so what’s the point.

What time is bed time?: Some outrageous time like 1am or whatever time they get off of work.

Any routines/rituals before bed?: None for Angelo. He just puts his hair in a bun and calls it a day.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?: Angelo. He sits there for a good three minutes at the edge of the bed like ‘😒😐’.

Work:

Who is the busiest?: Angelo. Only because besides the bar he has to deal with all the business aspects of the bar and then family business from time to time.

Who rakes in the highest income?: Technically its Angelo because of his connections to crime, but excluding all that they make about the same.

Are any of your muses unemployed?: Cece was for a minute at the beginning of their relationship, but then Angelo offered her a job so not anymore.

Who takes the most sick days?: Angelo. There’s no way his dad needs him there every day. He’ll try and convince Cece to stay home with him too.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?: Cece. I can’t even begin to imagine what he antics that would stop her from doing that.

Who sucks up to their boss?: Neither of them!

What are their jobs?: They both work as bartenders, but Angelo doubles as a martial arts instructor for children and sometimes trains people at his father’s gym.

Who stresses the most?: Cece. She just doesn’t show it a lot but she’s not slick!

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?: Despite shitty customers every now and then, I think the both of them love their job. Bar tending is one of those jobs that won’t give you the same experiences and run-ins as any other jobs, so it’s never boring for them. Plus, they get to work alongside each other.

Are your muses financially stable?: Yeah. They’re living comfortably. Nothing too lavish, but it’s nice.

Home:

Who does the washing?: Angelo. He likes to make sure all of his workout clothes are cleaned often because you know, infections, so he just goes ahead and does their laundry.

Who takes out the trash?: Their penthouse/apartment thing has a chute in it that lets them just throw the trash down!

Who does the ironing?: Angelo. He likes his clothes looking crisp.

Who does the cooking?: They order those meal kits that come with all the ingredients and do it together.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Angelo.

Who is messier?: I’m going to put this one on their pets.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?: Angelo’s trifling self.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Angelo. He’s not used to living with other people yet.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?: Neither. Angelo got beat up too much by Romeila as kids for him to forget.

Who is the prankster around the house?: those darn sneaky ferrets!

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Cecilia.

Who mows the lawn?: um, neither. If anything Angelo will hire someone or call his dad over to do it.

Who answers the telephone?: Cece because she’s trying to be nosey for all the wrong reasons 🌚

Who does the vacuuming?: They don’t have carpet. Angelo despises it after growing up with it his whole life.

Who does the groceries?: They instacart that baby.

Who takes the longest to shower?: Angelo. He likes to make sure all that gym funk is off of him!

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?: The both of them honestly.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?: Not at all!

How many cars do they own?: Just one. They seem to go everywhere together anyway.

Do they own their home or do they rent?: Right now they’re just renting out an apartment, but eventually they’ll settle down into a nice house and buy it when they’re older. Or once they start having kids.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?: neither.

Do they live in the city or in the country?: The city all the way!

Do they enjoy their surroundings?: Yeah, it’s a chill apartment complex they live in and the view is nice.

What’s their song?: Sure Thing by Miguel.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Call each other cause they miss each other sksjkdks, but whenever they’re away for each other it’s usually because Angelo has classes to teach, wants to work out, visit his family, or Cecilia wants to go visit Melissa and her family!

Where did they first meet?: At the bar Angelo works out.

How did they first meet?: Angelo just so happened to be babbling to customers that night and talking about Sesame Street while fixing drinks and she just so happened to be one of those customers.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?: Angelo. He’s kinda bougie just a tad bit.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?: Angelo when he’s feeling a little cocky.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?: I’m so sorry Cece, but Angelo is going to chuckle at her if she ever falls in front of him because he’s childish like that 😔

Any mental issues?: *cough* Cece *cough*

Who’s terrified of bugs?: surprisingly, Angelo is.

Who kills the spiders around the house?: He forces Cece to do it or let’s one of their animals eat it.

Who pays the bills?: Angelo. He doesn’t make Cece put in because 1. He has the money & 2. He’s the one who invited her to live with him!

Do they have any fears for their future?: Not really. They’re just enjoying what they have in the moment.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Angelo, he likes to give her a taste of the boujie life every now and then!

Who uses up all of the hot water?: Angelo.

Who’s the tallest?: Angelo. The Amicis are some y’all beefy men.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?: Angelo. He needs to “wash” his hair all of a sudden when she gets in.

Who wanders around in their underwear?: The both of them.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Angelo. He gets in his own space and just starts vibing.

What do they tease each other about?: They’re one of those couples that have a lot of inside jokes going on. One of them can say a random word like “Cake” and start busting up because of something that happened with them, while everyone else is confused because they have no idea what’s going on or what it means.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?: Neither! They both match each other’s style perfectly. If anything they make fun of everyone else’s style.

Do they have mutual friends?: Yeah! I can see them being in the same circle friends wise and knowing a couple of the same people.

Who crushed first?: Cece. Angelo thought she was cute too, but he didn’t think he would see her again like all of the other cute customers he’s never talked to again.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?: No. For a bartender, Angelo rarely drinks at all. I do believe someone could convince Cece to do crack or something.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?: hmmmm, Cece? Yeah, Cece.

Who swears the most?: Angelo by a landslide. You can thank his grandma for that again.

#( ANSWERED ASKS. ) #( ANGELO ANSWERED ASKS. ) #( ANGELO & CECILIA. ) #STREETSOFSECRETS ( CECILIA. ) #streetsofsecrets

[eddiesasspbrak]

Forever and Always Ch. 8

Eddie is the only one of his friends to stay behind in Derry after high school, causing him to lose touch with some of them. Now 24, Eddie has heard rumors that his now famous, former best friend (aka love of his life) may be coming back to town. That won’t be too awkward, right?

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Eddie had to work most of the day on Thursday though he was granted the ability to sleep in a bit. He’d stayed out later with Richie than he’d intended, not wanting to leave his side. They went to a nicer restaurant where Eddie felt underdressed, but Richie wasn’t dressed very differently. He had on a leather jacket that put ideas into Eddie’s head that sent color to his cheeks and made him squirm in his seat. He always knew that Richie could send him spiraling until he was practically drooling, but he forgot just how easily it came. Especially now that he was his and he knew how he tasted, how he felt beneath his fingertips.

They were flirty over dinner, fed each other bites of food over the table and didn’t care who saw them. It was refreshing not having to be careful. Not worrying about who saw them doing what. They could hold hands and kiss without even thinking twice. It still made Eddie nervous, but he couldn’t help that. A lifetime of small-town hicks telling him that men who like other men are disgusting and shameful. Fearing his true self being discovered and being punished for it. If things were different, maybe he would have told Richie sooner and they wouldn’t have wasted all this time.

“This is what it could be like in New York.” Richie said, after feeding Eddie’s bite of his chocolate cake. “Not to pressure you, just want to give you an idea of what to expect.”

“You’re not pressuring me. Like I said, I’ve already made my decision...I just need to figure out how to set it in motion.”

“I know you’re scared, Eds, but I’m here for you this time.”

“I know.” They reached across the table and held tight onto each other’s hands. “Before I do anything, I’ll talk to you about it. Part of really does want to just disappear into the night and never look back.”

After dinner, Richie parked the car in a clearing off the side of the road and they made out like teenagers, Eddie in Richie’s lap in the backseat. Eddie had been too scared of getting caught to do much, but Richie’s hands had found their way under his shirt, hot against this skin touching everywhere they could reach. The memory sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine as he tried to focus on ringing up a block of cheese. Thinking of spices didn’t work as well as it had before, and he hadn’t yet come up with a new strategy.

Gerard wondered in for his shift looking exhausted and not wanting to be there and made his way back to the break room to drop off his stuff and retrieve his apron. Throughout his shift, Eddie found himself checking the clock. He wanted the day to be over. His mom had been waiting up for him when he returned the night before and demanded that he explain himself. Not wanting to tell her just yet, he lied again, saying that Gerard’s grandmother had insisted he eat before he leave.

Eddie had to promise to be home all night in order for her to leave him alone. He’d already told Richie, who was bummed but understood. He said he might swing by the store if he could get away. Richie needed to spend some time with his dad as well since he’d been in the hospital for most of his visit. He had pressure on him to hurry back to New York, but he wanted to be sure that his dad was ok, and his mom could handle everything. Eddie knew that he would be going with him soon, but not being able to see him was painful. They’d spent so much time apart, so much time not knowing how the other felt, that he wanted to be with Richie as often as he could.

Gerard came out to rejoin Eddie, who was close to the end of his shift. He was less than thrilled as he took his place behind the counter, opening the other register to help dwindle the line faster. He didn’t speak aside from giving them their totals and answering questions, and when he did speak his voice was listless. There was obviously something wrong and Eddie worked just a bit faster so he could find out what it was. When all the customers were taken care of, Eddie turned to him in time to see him lay his head down on the counter.

“You ok?” Eddie asked, moving to stand beside him.

“Define ok.” Gerard sighed, turning his head to look at Eddie. “It’s been a long day. There’s this guy at school who I’m into and I’ve been talking to him online. He knew I was a guy, knew who I was, and he flirted with me anyway and we’ve hooked up a few times now, so I thought things were cool. Today I said hi to him in the hallway and he called me a fag and punched me in the gut.”

“Shit. What an asshole.” Eddie wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his arm. “Screw that guy. If that’s how he treats you then he’s not worth your time.”

“But he’s so sweet to me when we’re in private.” Gerard whined, putting his head down on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Derry is a terrible place where people like us can’t be honest about who we are. I’m sure he’s scared of being found out but that doesn’t make it ok. He could have handled it differently. You deserve better.”

“I know but he’s so hooooooot. And he’s so ripped and god his cock is-.”

“Gerard, please, we’re at work.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s just say…” Gerard held up his arm and ran his other hand from his wrist to his elbow.

“Jesus.” Eddie laughed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Now you know why I’m so distraught.”

“Yes, what a loss.”

Eddie wrapped his other arm around Gerard, as his arms encircled Eddie’s middle, hiding his face against his shoulder. It was while they were hugging this way that Richie made his appearance, entering the store with a big smile on his face. Eddie looked at him and smiled, his heart skipping a beat. No matter how many times he saw his face, he’d forever fall for him all over again. He wondered if everyone felt this way when they were in love.

“What do we have here? Making a move on my man?” Richie asked, approaching the counter.

“He’s having a bad day.” Eddie explained. “Boy troubles.”

“Ah, anyone I can beat up?”

“Flattering, but no.” Gerard sighed. “I love him.”

“You don’t love him; you love his body.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes!”

Richie laughed. “Are you saying you don’t just want me for body, Eds?”

“Well it sure isn’t your sense of humor that keeps me around.”

“You wound me.”

Gerard pulled out of Eddie’s arms. “You guys are not helping my wallowing.”

“Sorry.” Eddie winced. “Anything we can do for you?”

“No, I’m ok. I just need to find a new hot jock with a huge dick.” He sighed, leaving the counter and grabbing the broom.

Richie looked to Eddie and raised his eyebrows. “Can see why he’s upset.”

“Yea well, I think it’s more the betrayal than anything else. The guy called him a name and hit him. He’ll probably come crawling back begging for forgiveness. I just hope Gerard has the strength to tell him no.”

“He’s young so he’s bound to make mistakes.”

“Maybe, but he’s become like a little brother to me. I don’t want to see him hurt.” Eddie looked up at the clock on the wall again. “My shift is ending. Want to walk me most of the way home?”

“Of course.”

Eddie removed his apron and headed back to the break room where he put it on its hook and grabbed his bag. He and Richie used to walk home from school together every day. Sometimes a few of the other Losers were with them, but on occasion it was just them. Eddie laughing at some story Richie would make up just to bring a smile to his face. Those memories had gotten him through the last six years, but they always hurt. Now he could move past that, revel in the way they made him feel. The memories now brought a smile to his face. When he came back out from the breakroom, he found his mother standing there with Richie and his smile fell away.

“Mom...what are you…?”

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to abandon me again today, so I came to pick you up.”

“I’m not going to...I would have…” Eddie sighed, feeling like he’d been kicked in the shin. “You don’t need to pick me up. I’m an adult.”

“Well then you better start acting like one.” She turned her sneer to Richie, looking him up and down. “I thought you weren’t in contact with the Tozier boy.”

“He’s not.” Richie spoke up. “I just came by to do some shopping.”

She looked away from him with a “hmmph” and turned back to Eddie. “Come on, Eddiebear, let’s go.”

Eddie shot Richie apologetic eyes as he walked by, following his mom out the front door. He’d text him later and apologize properly. He was so embarrassed by it. Sure, it wasn’t anything new for Richie to witness but he was grown now. He shouldn’t let his mother push him around like that anymore without standing up for himself. He felt like a child again as he buckled his seat belt, being dragged away from his friends by his mom. He hated it. He hated her.

*

Later that evening, Eddie was in bed staring at the ceiling and trying to calm himself. He’d argued with his mom. They argued often and usually Eddie could just walk away but he felt trapped by a promise to stay in. So instead, he stayed, and he yelled, and she yelled right back until they were both exhausted. It was all so stupid anyway, the way she still clung to him with any bit of control she could grasp. Lying to her just made him feel like she was winning in some way. The argument started over their meal because she’d been mad that Richie was at the store and accused him of trying to get out of dinner with her again.

“He was a customer! I have to serve any customer who comes into the store!” He shouted over the dinner table.

“Then why was he just standing there?” She asked.

“Because I was getting ready to leave and he was waiting for Gerard!”

“Don’t lie to me Edward.”

“I’m not!” He was.

“When you were young you always lied to me about spending time with that boy! I know you were with him all those times you said you were at the library!”

“He was my friend!”

“And then he left with all those other hoodlums! Left you behind! It’s high time you realize that all you have in this world is me.”

Eddie balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his eyes, fuming at her words still bouncing around his head. She wasn’t all he had. He had Gerard. He had Bev, Bill, Mike, Ben, and Stan. He had Richie. They didn’t leave him; he made the choice to stay. Because of her. He dropped his hands to his side, wondering if she’d wake up if he tried to leave the house. He needed to be far away from her. Needed to see Richie.

As if hearing his silent calls into the night, a tap sounded at his window across the room. Startled, he sat up and looked. There were no trees outside his window. His room faced the back of the house where the back-porch roof sat below his window. It was dark in his room, dark outside, and he could barely see but there was definitely someone there. Knowing instantly who it was, he rushed to the window and unlocked it, sliding it open.

Richie’s smiling face greeted him as he stumbled over the ledge and into his room like a clumsy Romeo with long limbs.

“That was way easier when we were younger.” He whispered, righting himself and dusting off his shirt.

When they were kids, Richie had discovered that he could easily climb up the side of the porch and use the roof to get into Eddie’s window. Since he wasn’t allowed over past sundown, he used to sneak in through his window and they’d whisper and laugh in the dark. Those long nights breaking the rules were part of the reason Eddie fell in love with him. They’d sit behind his bed, a sheet over their heads and a flashlight between them reading the comics Eddie’s mom didn’t allow him to have. Every time the house would creak, they’d shut off the light and fall silent, erupting into giggles when they realized it wasn’t his mother.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, shutting the window to keep the cold air out.

“I wanted to make sure you were ok. You didn’t look very happy when you left with your mom earlier.”

“Yea well...it only got worse when we got home.”

Eddie took a step forward, wrapping his arms around Richie’s middle and pressing his cheek to his chest. Richie’s arm came down around him, holding him close and rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. This was what he needed, that instant comfort that came from being with Richie. All of his anger melted away and instead he focused on the feel of his arms around his back, his fingertips massaging over tense muscles.

“Come on.” Richie kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go lie down.”

Eddie nodded against his chest before allowing himself to be pulled toward the bed. Richie threw back the covers and crawled in, pulling Eddie down against his chest. He smelled like cinnamon, spicy and sweet. It filled Eddie with the same sense of security that Richie always brought as a kid. That feeling that nothing bad could happen to him. It was something he truly believed but had forgotten that day Richie left. Now he was certain, as long as he was with Richie everything would always be ok.

Looking up, he stared into Richie’s eyes, feeling a wave of warmth overtake him. “I love you, Rich. I’m going with you, you know? To New York.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Richie bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and slow, slotting together like they were made for one another. A thrill went through Eddie at having Richie in his bed, kissing him without his mother knowing. Just being with Richie filled him with want but he was aching for contact. Now he felt like he was breaking the rules and that excited him more than he was willing to admit. Wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck, he tangled his fingers in his curls and licked his way into Richie’s mouth. Richie reciprocated with a low moan, tasting the sweetness of Eddie’s mouth.

Pushing back on Richie’s shoulder, Eddie climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Wanting to feel Richie’s hand on him already, he lifted his shirt over his head and deposited it on the floor. Richie’s hands held his hips, pressing into them as the sight of Eddie’s bare skin. He licked his lips as if he was a hungry wolf, ready to devour the meal before him.

“You know I didn’t come here for this, right?” Richie asked, trailing his fingers up Eddie’s side, making him shiver.

“I know. I don’t care. I want to touch you.” Eddie’s voice was breathy and as he pulled at the hem of Richie’s shirt, urging him to take it off. He sat up, allowing Eddie to pull it up over his head, throwing it aside with his own.

Eddie bent down again, capturing Richie’s mouth in a kiss lustful enough to make his toes curl against the mattress. Richie didn’t know this Eddie who took charge and sucked his tongue into his mouth like it was candy, but he liked it. The way he ground his hips down against Richie’s had him seeing stars across his vision. Richie pressed into his hips hard enough to bruise, dragging him down against him with each swirl of his hips. Eddie moaned into the kiss, his hands on Richie’s chest.

Richie pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses down his jawline and licking over the marks he left there that were already fading and sucking new ones across his chest where they wouldn’t be seen by anyone but him. Eddie gasped when Richie’s tongue licked over his nipple, his hips bucking forward against his lap. With the way he was moving, the bed was beginning to creak and their efforts to stay quiet would be for nothing. Knowing this, Richie wrapped his big hand around Eddie’s small thigh, his other hand on his back, and flipped him over until his back hit the soft mattress.

Using this new position to his advantage, Richie made quick work of Eddie’s pajama pants and boxers, sliding them down past his ankles and dropping them on the floor. Eddie had never been completely naked in front of Richie before. Sure, as kids they had gone swimming in the quarry in nothing but underwear but that wasn’t the same. For one, the other Losers were always with them. Now they were alone, just the two of them. Richie took a minute to drink him in, his eyes traveling from his face to his knees and back up again. Eddie’s entire body was flushed pink and he fought the urge to cover himself from Richie’s hungry eyes.

He didn’t stop to take in Eddie’s embarrassment, he just dipped his head low, pressing a kiss to his hip bone. Eddie shivered as he kissed a trail down from his hip until he was hovering just above his dick. Richie licked a strip from his base to his head with the flat of his tongue, dragging a shocked whine from Eddie’s throat. He’d done this before, had his dick in another man’s mouth, but it being Richie hit him with new waves of pleasure he wasn’t familiar with.

Eddie’s hand clamped down over his mouth as Richie took him in one hand and hungrily took as much as he could into his mouth. His attempt to stay quiet were failing with Richie sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks and battering his head with his tongue whenever he pulled up.

A knock at the door startled both, causing them to flinch. Eddie had installed a lock on his door so there was no way for her to enter, but she wouldn’t go away easily. He thought maybe if he ignored her, pretended to be asleep, she would leave. He didn’t want to talk to her while he was laying there naked with his cock in his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Eddiebear!” She called through the door. “We need to talk.”

Eddie tried to stay quiet, but Richie was refusing to stop his movements and a grunt made its way out of his throat. She took this as a response and kept talking.

“I know you’re upset, but you need to understand that I just want what is best for you. No one else will have your wellbeing as their top priority as I do. You understand that, don’t you?”

Eddie gently tapped the side of Richie’s head to silently ask him to stop but all Richie did was look up at him from over the top of his glasses, showing no signs of slowing. Gripping the sheet beside him with one hand and Richie’s hair with the other, he tried to steady his breathing.

“Eddie? Answer me!” She shouted.

“Yea, ok. I understand. I’m trying to sleep.” He said quickly before another sound escaped him.

“I can tell that you’re still angry.”

“I’m not angry! Just tired.” Leave, leave, leave he chanted in his head as Richie dragged him closer to the edge.

“Fine, we‘ll talk in the morning.”

He could hear her retreating footsteps followed by her door slamming shut. Finally able to lose himself again, he whispered a raspy warning. Throwing his head back, a strangled whine passed through his lips as he spilled onto Richie’s tongue. Richie swallowed it down, licking up what he could over Eddie’s oversensitive dick. Blinking tears from his eyes, Eddie panted heavily while reaching for Richie.

Wiping his mouth, Richie rose up until he was face to face with Eddie again, gathering him up in his arms and kissing his neck.

“That was cruel.” Eddie said, turning his head to look at him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It was kind of thrilling, don’t you think?”

“Not at all.” Eddie smiled.

“Yet you came so fast anyway.”

“Shut up.” Eddie giggled, kissing his lips. “What do you want me to do?” He asked as he pressed his knee up between Richie’s legs, pressing up on his painfully hard length.

“Whatever you’re willing to do is fine by me, baby.” Richie said through a grunt.

Eddie wasn’t quite ready to tell Richie everything he’d done with strangers from the bar, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use it now to please him. His fingers were still trembling as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans. Richie helped to push them down and get them out of the way as quickly as possible. Eddie was salivating at the thought of finally getting to taste Richie. It was something he’d dreamt about since he was horny teenager, lying in bed at night with his hand down his pants and Richie in his thoughts.

Taking just the head of his cock in his mouth, he looked up at Richie through his eyelashes, watching him chew his bottom lip. Richie gently pet the side of his face as he took as much as he could then drawing back up his length. Drool dripped from his mouth, sliding down Richie’s dick as he chased in with his lips.

“Fuuuuck.” Richie drawled out in a low voice. “You’re so fucking hot, Spaghetti. Can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about my cock in your pretty little mouth.”

A shivered went down Eddie’s spine at Richie’s words. He never knew that being wanted by someone else could be such a turn on for him. He bobbed his head faster, using one hand to stroke what his mouth couldn’t take, his other hand going lower to massage his balls. Richie bucked up into his mouth, tangling his fingers in Eddie’s hair on the back of his head, holding him down and he chanted, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie” and painted his mouth in his cum.

Eddie swallowed what he could, but some spilled from his lips. Richie caught it with his thumb, holding it up to Eddie’s lips for him to lick clean. Eddie crawled back up, collapsing beside Richie, curled up at his side.

“Was that ok?” He asked, licking his lips.

“It was perfect.” Richie said, kissing him hard. “You’re perfect.”

Richie licked his way back into Eddie’s mouth, kissing him long and slow, holding his chin with one hand. Satisfied and exhausted, they curled into one another, arms and legs tangled as they pulled the blanket over top of them and fell asleep.

#Reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #It (2017) #it (2019) #Ro writes

[thedreamsmith]

How (Not) to Seduce a Blueshirt (Chapter 4)

@atc74​ @alleiradayne​ @arrowsandmixtapes​ @captain-s-rogers​ for #OC appreciation day 2020

Warnings: Swearing, mild sexual situation 

Pairing: Jim Kirk x OFC

Chapter summary:  Jim is allergic to first dates.

For some reason, Bones had not been thrilled with his news. In fact, he had let out a stream of particularly foul expletives and pinned Jim with a glare that by all accounts should’ve set his hair on fire.

Even so, Bones had agreed to help him pick out something to wear to dinner. For all his CMO loved to jab him with hypos, he was the perfect Southern gentleman and he had the manners and fashion sense to match.

Once Jim had swallowed his pride and comm’d Bones, the good doctor had strode into his hotel room within ten minutes, taken one look at what he was wearing and ordered him to strip because ‘Good God man, you’re not going on a first date to a nice restaurant with a pretty girl wearing that.’

Personally, Jim had thought what he’d been wearing hadn’t been one of the worst getups he’d tried on before Bones got there, but he deferred to the older man’s judgement anyway.

Between the pair of them they had finally agreed on an outfit and that was how Jim found himself standing in front of the mirror, watching his reflection eye the dark jeans, white shirt and dress shoes that Bones had talked him into. They had compromised on the leather jacket, but only because Jim had threatened to reprogram every computer on the ship (besides Spock - he hadn’t quite figured out to rewire him yet) to address Bones as ‘snugglebunny.’

Mirror-Jim looked as nervous as he felt.

How had he convinced himself he could do this? He was a playboy hick from backwater Idaho. Reyne had a medical degree, no criminal record, standards…

It felt as though a metal band was squeezing his chest; growing tighter and tighter as the chrono ticked closer to when he was supposed to meet Reyne in the plaza.

The room was too bright, the hum of the city outside too loud and his reflection had gone blurry.

‘Lights at fifty percent.’ He managed to choke out, though his throat felt like it was closing over. ‘Bones…’

Jim spun towards his friend, stumbling as he struggled to catch his breath.

‘Think ‘m having an allergic reaction.’

And then Bones’ was gripping his shoulders, hands firm and steady as he pushed him towards the bed. He barely registered as his friend waved the tricorder over him once, twice. The frown lines on Bones’ forehead deepened as he checked the results then flicked his gaze back to Jim and the way his shoulders heaved, trying to draw enough oxygen in to stop the room from spinning.

McCoy drew in a deep breath before he spoke, his medical skills diagnosing the issue even as his knowledge of Jim Kirk insisted that this was highly unlikely.

‘Outta all the things you’re allergic to, I doubt that proper first dates are one of them. You’re havin’ a panic attack, Jim.’

Jim briefly interrupted his breathe in, breathe out, don’t-throw-up cycle to shoot a poisonous glare at his friend.

‘Just breath, Jim. You’ll be alright.’ Bones kept his hands on his shoulders, grounding him. ‘Hell, Ree was chattering about this date with my nurses the other day – had to shoo her from the medbay so they could get anything done.’

Jim raised his head a little, expression hopeful.

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. So quit being an idiot and keep your head between your knees. I don’t need you passing out before you’ve left your room. I had enough of carrying you back to your room at the Academy.’

*

Reyne was already in the plaza when he arrived. She was in conversation with a couple of Enterprise crew members. He recognised the taller, darker of the two men as one of Bones’ best nurses – distinctive for the sleeves of tattoos that disappeared beneath the cuffs of his civvies. The other was fair haired and shorter, also sporting tattoos and the same Scottish earth accent as Scotty and Reyne. As the trio turned to face him, he placed the shorter man as one of Scotty’s crew, a brilliant electrical engineer he’d picked from the Academy himself. Ensign Josh Watt.

Ensign Watt smirked and murmured something to her that made her blush and laugh as she waved them off.

But all thoughts of Reyne’s friends left his head as she stepped around nurse Stephen, towards him. Laughter danced in her eyes, a few shades darker than his own, as she took him in. In a navy, knee length dress, her curves could’ve stopped ships at warp speed.

The artificial lights of Yorktown had been dimmed to mimic sundown, and the lamps overhead illuminated her ivory skin in a warm glow.

‘You look amazing.’ Oh great, Jim. Thirty years old and that’s the best he could do?

‘Not too bad yourself, Captain.’ He glanced up from his own shoes to see that Reyne was smiling, amusement still glimmering in her eyes as she stepped closer.

Bolstered by the knowledge that he hadn’t cocked it up in the first five minutes, Jim let his features slip into a crooked grin. With slowly-returning confidence, he grasped her hand, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

Reyne’s eyebrows shot up but she didn’t pull her hand away.

‘I promised Stephen that I’d let you know that I’m armed.’ She delivered the line with such casual amusement that his heart nearly stopped in his chest with a painful thud. But she tightened his grip on his hand before gracefully looping her arm around his waist. ‘Don’t worry, I don’t intend to use it. I very much want to be here.’

Her grin was warm as she tilted her head to one side, and her height meant that she didn’t need to raise her gaze far to meet his eyes. ‘I want to be here, Jim.’

‘You’re terrible.’ He draped his arm over her shoulders, enjoying the warmth of her body tucked against his side.

Reyne shrugged slightly, the movement shifting his arm. ‘I only own one knife. If you think that’s bad, you should meet Stephen - he always has at least two on his person at any given time. Legal carries, of course. Although there was that Cardassian hunting knife he was looking at last shore leave…’

She trailed off as she registered the expression of disbelief that must’ve shown on his face.

‘My friends are weird.’

‘I think Scotty and Jaylah would take offence to that.’ They passed storefronts and restaurants; lit with strings of jewel-toned lights and orbs that floated above the heads of passers-by.

‘Scotty was exalting the virtues of deep fried mars bars and pickle sandwiches yesterday. I don’t think he gets a say in this.’

‘That seems fair.’ Jim laughed, feeling lighter than he had in a long while. ‘So I have to ask, where are you keeping a knife in that get up?’

Reyne’s gaze slid slowly over to him as a wicked smirk lifted the corners of her mouth.

‘A lady never tells, Captain.’

*

It was well past midnight by the time they made it back to the hotel that most of the crew were staying in. His face hurt from the grin that he’d had on for most of the evening and his fingers were tangled with hers.

Too soon, they reached her door and the conversation petered out as they both silently acknowledged the choice that lay before them.

‘I really enjoyed tonight.’ It would seem that his sparkling wit had failed him once again tonight. He fumbled for the right words to convey what he felt, a way to secure another night like this and maybe another after that. ‘I just mean, I had expected to, of course, despite the panic attack I had earlier.’

‘Panic attack?’ Concern laced Reyne’s voice, brows kitting together as she searched his face.

Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. Quick, Jim, think.

‘Right, here goes nothing.’ He forced himself to hold her gaze, to watch for her reaction. ‘For most of my life, I’ve never tried particularly hard when it comes to dating. Usually all it takes is an introduction and my reputation does the rest but with you, that doesn’t work cause you just don’t care. You’ve never fallen at my feet and you want more from me than a quick fuck and some pretty words. And that terrifies me. I panicked ‘cause I don’t believe I deserve someone like you, Reyne.’

‘You’re right – I don’t care about any of those things. I said yes because you’re also the Jim Kirk who regularly attempts to sacrifice himself for his friends; who actually died to save a ship full of people he barely knew. I said yes because underneath the charisma and the recklessness and the batshit crazy, even without knowing you all that well, I’ve seen and heard glimpses of a heart of gold and an intellect to rival Commander Spock’s. My point is, you’re multifaceted, Jim; and are much more than you think you are. Plus, the package it’s all wrapped up in doesn’t hurt.’ A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. ‘I’m aware you don’t have the best track record when it comes to long-term partners; but if you’re willing to try, then I’ll happily boldly go where no one else has before.’

Well, if that wasn’t an invitation then he didn’t know what was…

The sound of the Captain’s Oath falling from that mouth was downright obscene, but it was all Jim could do to lean forward, a silent answer to a question she hadn’t asked out loud. He closed his eyes, held his breath until he felt the warmth of her mouth against his. Reyne pressed slow kisses to his lower lip, lingering too long for it to be called chaste, but far too reverent to be lewd.

Jim found that it was nice to share a first kiss that didn’t taste of alcohol – that wasn’t fast and hard and needy. Not to say that there was no lust there, just that he was perfectly content to lean against the door of her room and continue this slow exploration of lips and tongues and teeth.

A whine escaped him as she pulled away; spots of colour high on her cheeks, lips ever-so-slightly swollen from the kiss.

‘You’re terrible for my self-control.’

‘Who needs self-control anyway?’ Certainly not James T Kirk. His grin was twelve kinds of filthy as he gazed at her with heavy-lidded eyes. ‘I might not be Uhura with her fancy xenolinguistics degree, but I’ve been told that I have excellent oral sensitivity.’

A beat of silence followed, before Reyne’s face crumpled and she doubled over with laughter, the sound rich and sweet and deeper than he had expected. Jim decided right there that Reyne’s laughter was his favourite sound in the entire galaxy and he would gladly make a fool out of himself just to hear it every day of their 5-year mission.

Dark eyebrows knitted together as she fought for breath, and she could already feel herself flushing to the tips of her ears. She thought back to the one time she had seen Jim shirtless in the medbay after an away mission – the man had a body made for pleasure and sin and even then, she had decided that no one should be allowed to be so goddamn beautiful.

‘And not just oral sensitivity,’ Jim pushed his advantage, never one to miss an opportunity. ‘Let’s not forget dexterity, flexibility, stamina-‘

The Many Virtues of Jim Kirk were cut short as Reyne grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him down for another kiss – this one decidedly more heated. Her clever tongue flicked along the seam of lips before gently tugging his lower lip between her teeth, earning a low groan from Jim.

Jim tangled his fingers in her thick, dark locks, tugging hard enough to elicit a gasp from the doctor.

‘Is this your way of telling me to shut up? Cause if it is, you can tell me to shut up anytime.’ And Jim found that he was entirely open to this kind of positive reinforcement, especially when it involved a hotter than Hell medical officer and her unholy way of finding that spot on his neck that – fuck.

Reyne bit down and his hips jerked involuntarily. Her thigh was a solid presence between his legs, the seam of her jeans enough to produce a maddening amount of friction against him and dammit he was the captain of Starfleet’s flagship, not some overeager teenager getting to second base with a girl for the first time.

Her smile took on a distinctly naughty cast and he’d be damned if it didn’t go straight to his dick – like he needed any help in that department. A pleasant daydream of an unruly science officer in need of punishment, pulled up in front of her captain for insubordination filled his brain.

‘I don’t put out on the first date, Jim.’ Her voice was soft, a gentle reminder. ‘It’s late, I’ll see you tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, see you tomorrow.’

With one last smile and a quick peck on the cheek, Reyne tapped in her room code and disappeared into the darkened room, leaving Jim to sag against the wall.

She had him wrapped around her finger already.

He was in so much shit.

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[madpanda75]

“Happy Birthday Babies!” Part of Hostage Series

The reader FINALLY gives birth to the twins!

I have to say, I re-did this story so many times. I just couldn’t decide what to do with it (should I make it fluffy? Dramatic?) so I’m worried that it’s not my best work and for that I apologize. ❤️

It was a scorching hot summer day. The air conditioner and extra fans you had brought into the living room drowned out the sound of the morning news show playing in the background while you sat on the couch opening a baby gift. “Oh my God!!!” You shrieked. “Rafael! Look!!!”

You heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, your husband nearly tripping over his own feet as he ran into the living room. “What!? What is it?! Is it time?”

“No, it’s not that. Look at these cute baby suspenders my friend got for the twins!” You held up two pairs of matching pink and blue suspenders.

Rafael let out a sigh of relief, clutching his chest, “Cariño, you scared me. I thought you were in labor.”

“Sorry, babe. I just got excited. Aren’t they cute, though? Now the twins will be just like their Papi,” you cooed.

“Adorable,” he smiled and sat next to you on the couch. “Are you sure you’re going to be ok today?”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine,” you rubbed your protruding belly. Although you had wanted to work up until your due date, you were exhausted, uncomfortable and it was becoming increasingly difficult to get around. At your doctor’s request, you had been put on modified bed rest for the past week.

“I’m just saying, I can work from home today if you need me.”

You narrowed your eyes at your husband. “Rafael, I don’t like people hovering over me. Get out while you can,” you teased, looking down at your stomach. “After these two come, you’ll be stuck at home for six weeks.”

He leaned down to kiss your belly twice before placing a kiss on your lips, “You know I never feel stuck with you. I can’t wait to be home with these little ones.”

“I know, sweetie.” You ran your fingers through this hair and straightened his tie when Mila walked into the room. You bit back a laugh when you saw your daughter. She had placed a pillow under her t-shirt and was cradling her faux baby bump.

“I’m on bed rest too!” She sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to you.

Rafael chuckled, “Ok, I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He kissed you and Mila before getting up to finish getting ready for work.

You walked into your bedroom as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Your day had been spent, folding baby clothes, spending some quality mommy-daughter time with Mila. Sitting on your bed, you felt a cramp radiate from your lower back. You had been experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions sporadically the past week, but today they were becoming more frequent. Your whole body tensed. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

“Mommy, ok?” Mila asked, climbing onto your bed.

“I’m fine, baby.” You ran your fingers through her curls. “Do you want to watch a movie before dinner?”

“Yeah!” She jumped out of bed and grabbed a movie, choosing your wedding DVD. She had recently discovered it when you moved into your new apartment. The little girl loved watching her parents, seeing all of her family dance around at the reception, to her it looked like a real life fairytale. Mila snuggled up to your side as you started the movie. “Mommy, you look like a princess!” She said when you came onto the screen.

“Thank you, mi amor. Someday, that’s going to be you and Papi is going to walk you down the aisle,” you kissed the top of her head, watching the movie as Rafael appeared on the screen.

He had tears in his eyes and the biggest, brightest smile as he watched you walk down the aisle towards him. You smiled back, practically running into his arms when you came up to the altar. The four horsemen of the apocalypse could have galloped into that church but neither of you would have noticed, all you could focus on was each other.

Mila was sound asleep, laying on your leg, by the time you and Rafael had your first dance. You didn’t have the heart to move her. Your eyes became shiny with tears watching you and your husband sway on the dance floor. With all the chaos that life brought, the everyday mundane tasks, the exhaustion of being a parent, watching your wedding movie was a nice reminder of the love you and Rafael had for each other and the life you had created out of that love.

As if on cue, your husband came into the bedroom, a smile tugged at his lips when he saw what you were watching. “That was a great day,” he softly said.

“It really was,” you reached out for your him. He took your hand, placing a kiss on your palm and sat next to you.

Winding his arm around your shoulders, he kissed you deeply. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you pulled him closer, returning the kiss when you felt a sharp cramp again. You gasped and clutched your stomach.

Rafael knitted his brows in concern, “Y/N? Are you ok?”

Before you could even respond, you felt a pop followed by a trickle of water, a wet spot forming on the crotch of your leggings. “Raf, my water just broke.”

Ten minutes after you made your announcement, you were sitting in the passenger seat of the car. Rafael sped towards the hospital, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding yours as you breathed through your contractions.

“My mom is going to meet us at the hospital and pick up Mila,” he said, trying to keep calm.

You nodded your head, doubling over and groaning in pain when a particularly intense contraction hit.

“Mommy? Is it time for babies?” Mila asked from the backseat.

You looked back at your daughter, “Si, muñequita, the babies are coming. You’re going to be a big sister.”

A nurse brought over a wheelchair when you arrived at the hospital. “Wait right here, we’ll get a room ready for you,” she said.

“Ohhh ow ow! Oh God!” You winced and held your stomach.

“Mommy, I kiss your boo boo and make it all better,” Mila bent down to kiss your stomach. “It didn’t work,” she mumbled when she saw you were still in pain.

“Breathe, mi amor,” Rafael began to breathe deeply, encouraging you to follow his pattern. You mimicked his breathing even Mila joined in, the three of you inhaling and exhaling when his phone began to buzz. “That’s my mom,” he replied. “Come on, Mila. Let’s go see abuela.”

Your daughter vehemently shook her head and clutched your arm, “No! I’m scared! Wanna stay with you and Mommy.”

You breathed through another contraction and cupped your daughter’s face, trying not to show her how much pain you were in. “Sweetie, I need you to be Mommy’s brave girl and go to abuela. I’m going to see you later, ok?”

“Pinky Promise?” She looked up at you with big green eyes.

“Of course, amorcita.” You kissed her cheeks and locked your pinky with hers before Rafael took her to Lucia.

As you were waiting for Rafael to come back, another wheelchair was brought next to you. Your eyes widened in surprise when you recognized the woman. “Rita?! What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing here? Handing out lollipops!” She clutched her swollen stomach in pain. “Oh God, it feels like I’m shitting out of my vagina, get this child out of me NOW!”

“Congratulations, counselor. Is it Buchanan’s? I didn’t know you two were still an item.”

“Well wonders never cease, detective. I hope this baby doesn’t have as big a head as he does or I’m in trouble,” she growled as a nurse wheeled her away.

Rafael came back and placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes following the woman screaming in pain being led into the maternity ward. “Was that Rita?”

“Yep. A Buchanan/Calhoun baby, that kid is going to rule the world-”

“Or destroy it,” he added.

You gasped in pain, digging your nails into your husband’s arm, “This is a bad one.” Finally a nurse led you down the hall to your room. Rafael walked beside you, squeezing your hand, unable to stop the excitement he felt at meeting the twins.

By the time you were taken to the room and had your vitals checked, your labor had progressed significantly. You were hooked up to a fetal monitor so the doctor could watch the twins’ heartbeats and follow your contractions.

Rafael was an incredible coach. He was patient and gentle, rubbing your back in soothing circles, wiping the sweat off your brow, all while telling you how amazing you were. When Mila was born he didn’t get the chance to support you through your labor and he was determined to make up for it.

You let out a long low groan, squeezing your husband’s hand so tight, his fingers were practically purple. “Fuck, I forgot how much this hurts!”

The contractions were becoming more intense and closer together. “Breathe, Y/N,” Rafael pushed your hair back, inhaling and exhaling with you. “Are you sure you don’t want an epidural?”

You shook your head, “No, I went without meds for Mila. I can do it again. I just wish these two would hurry up.” You placed your hands on your stomach, silently willing your body to give birth already. “Babe, can you get me more ice chips. I want to take advantage before my next contraction hits.”

“Of course, cariño.” He brought you ice chips just when you were hit with a particular bad contraction. You sobbed in pain, clutching onto him as your only source of comfort. “You’re doing great. I’m right here,” he rested his forehead against yours, holding you close.

“How are we feeling?” The doctor asked when she entered the room, entirely too perky for you at that moment.

“In excruciating pain,” you gritted your teeth, whining through a contraction.

She checked the fetal monitor before turning to you, her expression serious, “Mr. and Mrs. Barba, I’m afraid that the monitor is showing some signs of fetal distress.

“Fetal distress. What does that mean?” Rafael asked.

“It means Baby B’s heart rate is dropping. Most likely due to pressure on the umbilical cord. We’re going to give you oxygen and have you lay on your left side, to take the pressure off your major blood vessels. If the heart rate doesn’t pick up, I advise that we do a c-section.” She saw the frightened look on your face and gave you a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Barba. We’re going to take good care of you and your babies.”

A nurse helped to position your body and provided you an oxygen mask. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you breathed deeply into the mask, groaning with every intense contraction. “Raf, I’m scared. I need you.”

Rafael held your hand and cradled your stomach with the other. “Everything will be fine. I’ll be by your side the whole time, I promise,” he whispered.

The baby’s heart rate didn’t come back up and you were quickly being wheeled away into surgery. A nurse stopped Rafael when you reached the operating room, handing him scrubs to change into. You panicked when you lost his grip and reached out for him, “Rafael!?”

“I’ll be right there, honey,” he called out after you. He changed as quickly as possible while the doctor was preparing you for surgery.

You laid on the table, watching as they put up the divider sheet, tears pooling in your eyes. Rafael came into the room and sat by your side. His face half covered by a surgical mask. If it wasn’t for his green eyes, you wouldn’t have recognized him.

“Rafi,” you whimpered, your body shaking from a combination of adrenaline and the spinal anesthesia.  

“Shhhh, it’s ok. Rory and Ben are going to be here real soon.” He wiped the tears from your eyes as you listened to the doctor tell you what she was going to do. “I wonder who the twins will look like.” He said, trying to take your mind off the fact that your stomach was being sliced open.

You closed your eyes, trying to envision your children, “I bet they’ll have your eyes. Those Barba genes are strong plus you have the most beautiful eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Just as long as they have your smile. It lights up a room,” he gently stroked your cheek.

You opened your eyes and smiled as you met your husband’s gaze. Letting out a shaky breath, you felt pressure and a firm tug followed by a baby’s cry. “Here’s your baby boy,” the doctor held up a tiny pink squirming baby, crying at the top of his lungs.

The corners of Rafael’s eyes crinkled from above his mask as he smiled, his eyes glossy with tears, he rested his forehead against your temple while you both listened to the cries of your child. “We have a son,” he softly said.

A nurse smiled brightly and placed the infant in your husband’s arms. He leaned closer to you, holding the baby up to your face, his tiny fist brushing up against your cheek. “Benjamin, my beautiful baby boy.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face.

“He’s perfect,” Rafael said, unable to stop his own tears from flowing.

Seconds later, you choked out a sob, when you heard the cries of your second child, a little baby girl. The baby wailed, her eyes closed, fists shaking, unhappy to be ripped from her warm cocoon.

“Shhhh, it’s ok my darling, Mommy’s here,” you cooed as the nurse placed the baby girl in your husband’s arms. “Aurora, my sweet little angel. They’re so perfect.”

“They’re beautiful,” Rafael smiled down at the babies balanced in his arms. His heart swelled at the sound of his children’s cries, until it shattered into a million pieces. He felt as if he was being reborn, experiencing a love that compared to nothing else on this earth. It was the same love he encountered when he first held Mila. All the accolades he had achieved in his life, paled in comparison to that precious perfect moment when he saw his children come into this world.

Two nurses took the babies so they could be weighed and measured. Rafael refused to leave until you were stitched up. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, mi amor,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You leaned into his touch, happy and relieved to have brought two healthy babies into this world with the love of your life by your side.

While Rafael went to get Mila, you were wheeled into recovery. Aurora and Benjamin laid on your chest, fast asleep, holding onto each other’s hand. Aurora yawned in her sleep, snuggling closer to her brother. Your heart just about burst. How could a yawn be so cute?

After having Mila, you didn’t think it was possible to love more, to love harder. You didn’t think your heart had any more room. Oh how wrong you were. A wave of absolute euphoria washed over you, looking down at the two little lives that you had grown and nourished with your body for the past nine months. An intense love poured out of you, creating an invisible line that connected your heart to those of your children, forming a fierce and unbreakable bond.

You gently kissed the tops of their heads and inhaled their sweet scent, admiring their tiny features. Both babies had heads full of dark hair, perfect pink pouts, and chubby cherub cheeks. “Look at all that hair, no wonder you guys gave me so much heartburn,” you mused.

Rafael poked his head through the door, “Honey, I brought someone who wants to see you.” He led Mila into the room. She was wearing her “Big Sister” t-shirt, carrying two little teddy bears for the twins.

“Mommy!!!” She shouted and ran towards you.

Rafael picked her up and placed her on the bed. “Be gentle, muñequita.”

“Hi my sweet girl! I missed you!” You exclaimed, handing one of the babies over to Rafael so you could hug your daughter with your free arm. She looked so big compared to the twins. You couldn’t believe how fast your little girl was growing. Time truly did fly by

“I miss you too!” She leaned forward to gaze at the tiny bundle in your arms, her eyes widening, a big smile firmly planted on her face. “Hi baby!”

“Mila, this is your baby brother, Benjamin.” You held the infant closer for her to see as Rafael sat on the other side of the bed with your little baby girl. “And Papi is holding your baby sister, Aurora.”

Mila looked between the two babies, “They so tiny. Like my dolls.” She exclaimed. “Can I hold them? Peez!”

“Ok, sweetie, but be careful,” you put a pillow on Mila’s lap before gently placing Benjamin in her arms, keeping your hands under hers to help support the baby. “Put your hand under his neck, mija.”

“You cute baby,” Mila said. “I got you a teddy bear.” The little boy stared up at his big sister, opening and closing his mouth several times before scrunching his face up, letting out a little sneeze. “Bless you!” She giggled, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Watching your oldest child hold her sibling, you couldn’t help the tears forming in your eyes. You locked eyes with your husband to see that he was crying too. “I love you,” he silently mouthed.

“I love you too,” you mouthed back.

Your hospital room was packed with visitors. The squad, your parents, Carmen, and Lucia all came to see the new Barba babies, even Mrs. Rojas stopped by. The twins were passed from person to person, everyone “oohing” and “awwing” over the bundles of joy.

“Hiya gorgeous,” Sonny cooed, cradling Aurora in his arms. “You look just like your mommy.”

“Ok, Carisi, it’s my turn. Quit hogging the baby,” Olivia teased as he handed the infant over to her. “Hi Rory, you’re so precious,” she smiled and softly stroked her cheek. The tiny baby stretched her limbs, wiggling in the woman’s arms. “Y/N, she really does look like you.”

“And Ben looks just like his Papi,”  Lucia said as the little boy wrapped his hand around his abuela’s finger. “Dios Mio! Que lindo! I feel like I’ve gone back in time holding this handsome boy!” She placed Benjamin upright on her chest, gently bouncing him up and down.

You could’ve sworn you saw Fin wipe away a stray tear when you asked him to be the babies’ godfather. While Amanda and Carmen were overjoyed when you asked if they would be godmothers to the twins.

Amid the excitement, a nurse came in to check on you and the babies. “Five more minutes and then visiting hours are over,” she announced.

“Would you mind taking a picture of us?” You asked, handing her your phone.

“Ok, and then everyone needs to leave. Mommy, Daddy, and babies need their rest.”

Everyone gathered around for the photo. You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. Your son lay in your arms while Rafael held your daughter with Mila sitting between you both. The love you felt surrounded by your family and friends was overwhelming. For years to come, the picture taken from that day would hang in your house, a moment frozen in time that you would remember for the rest of your life.

You were exhausted by the end of the day. Laying in bed with Rafael, you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder while he was finishing up a crossword puzzle from The New York Times. He was spending the night at the hospital with you and the twins.

“Hole,” you said, glancing down at his puzzle.

He peered at you from above his reading glasses, “Excuse me?”

“32 across, evidence left by a moth. The answer is “hole.”

“I would have gotten that,” he mumbled, nudging your shoulder.

“Not with the answer you put for 25 down,” you quipped.

He playfully tapped you on the head with the newspaper before tossing it aside along with his glasses. Rubbing his face with his hands, he let out a long breath. Although not nearly as tired as you were, it had been a long day for the ADA.

“By the way...you looked sexy in those scrubs they made you wear earlier,” you smirked. “If I hadn’t just given birth, I would ask you to play doctor with me.”

Rafael chuckled, “I beg your pardon, but are you hitting on me?”

“Damn right, I am.” You kissed his jawline, his scruff tickling your lips.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “May I remind you that I’m a happily married man with three kids and a smoking hot wife.”

“She won’t mind, she told me so herself,” you teased.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you nuzzled against his chest. “What a day,” he softly said.

“I know...one of the best days of my life,” you yawned, your eyelids feeling heavy.

Rafael looked over at the twins sleeping soundly in their bassinets next to the bed. “I can’t believe they’re actually here, that we made these two perfect little humans.”

You softly snored in response, already fast asleep. He smiled at you, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. “You gave me the most beautiful babies, mi amor,” he whispered before gently getting out of your bed. He slept on a cot next to you, never leaving your side, just like he had promised.

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[buckysforeverprincess]

What Do You Want From Me? Ch 21

Lance Tucker X Reader

Words: 3369

Warning: Language

A/N: This is the final chapter. There is a short epilogue, but that’s it. Thanks for reading my Lance fic, and I hope you all enjoyed it!

“Did you hear what I said?” You were standing next to him at the kitchen island, trying to go over his schedule for the day. The man's face was distractedly in his phone.  

“Huh, yeah-sorry! Meeting with my agent at eleven, his office. Then I need to swing by that baby store and pick up the stroller that just arrived. After that I need to go grab the last few items on the Christmas list, and...be to the gym by five for the Christmas party for the kids and families. Did I miss anything?” Lance grins at you, but it slowly fades as the look he's getting in return makes him realize he did in fact miss something very important.  

“I said they've scheduled me for tomorrow.”

Lance looks at you surprised, he obviously doesn't know what to say.

“You ok?” You ask.

Lance still hasn't come out of his shock. “Uh-huh. But-um, when did you find this out?” Lance knows you went to the doctors yesterday and thought he would have been told shortly thereafter.

“Doc told me yesterday, and before you get upset, I was going to tell you, but you got tied up in that photo shoot and I was in bed before you got home.”  

Lance nods and accepts that answer, but it still doesn't make him happy. “You could have text me...I would have answered.” Lance now has his arms wrapped around you.

“Oh, no! You're a total fucking diva when you're at a shoot. I was not setting myself up for the brunt of that shit show!” You laugh, and he smiles. He leans in for a quick kiss, and you gladly welcome it now that you officially could.  

“So, here's what I propose. Today's December twenty first. Let me cancel my meeting, and we go do the other things together. Let's spend this last day together before we welcome our children tomorrow.” Lance still has his arms around you, and you melt even further into his touch.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” You place a quick kiss to his lips and waddle your way into the bathroom getting ready for the day out with Lance.

“Everything ok, baby?”

The two of you had been out for a while and were now having a much needed lunch at your favorite deli. You had been having contractions all morning, but really weren't worried about it. Dr. Tucker said Braxton Hicks was common being this far along, and you were scheduled for delivery tomorrow anyway. All you had to do was make it through the day and be at the hospital at eight am. Nothing to worry about.

“Yeah, just having contractions,” you told him nonchalantly, “I'm good, just hungry and tired.”

Lance scrunched his face, contemplating your answer, but let it go. “Alright. We'll see how you do after you eat. If you're still feeling tired, we're heading home.”

You nod and take a bite of your turkey club. The flavors do not disappoint, and you let out a lewd moan as you swallow it down.  

“Careful, baby,” Lance chuckles, “Those noises are reserved for me in the bedroom. Don't want to make anyone jealous!” He smiles, but you don't. The sandwich suddenly not agreeing with your stomach, and you feel like you could vomit. “You ok?” Lance is a little worried about the look on your face, and he should be. Something just doesn't feel right to you. You may need to go in tonight instead of tomorrow if you keep feeling like this. The pressure in your stomach is too much to handle, and the pain in your back is getting intense.

“Lance...I think-I need to go...to the hospital...now.”

He gets it. Lance jumps up and moves over to your side to help you up. Lance, who under normal circumstances would clean up after himself, but not now he needs to get you to the hospital and lucky for you, his Cadillac is parked right out front.  

Getting you to the hospital is easier said than done. The streets are littered with last minute shoppers and cars everywhere. Lance is loudly cussing, and you start to count how many times he could say ‘fuck’ on the way to your destination. You lost count when the contractions became more intense and shorter, signaling to you that this was active labor and not Braxton Hicks. It looks like Team Tucker was ready to make their debut today.  

You know Lance got you to the hospital. You also know you were taken to labor and delivery. What you don't recall is getting on the gown and onto the bed that would serve as the place you would bring these twins into the world. However, you do know when Lance finally made his way up and into the room, strutting in like he owned the damn place.

“Fucking finally! Where the fuck’ve you been?”

Lance looks at you with a sense of shock and awe. “What the fuck, Y/N! I had to park the car. By the time I was done they’d already brought you up here. Chill out, I got here as fast as I could!” Lance was standing with his hands on his hips, defending himself to you.

“How many phone numbers did ya’ get along the way?” You had no idea where any of this was coming from, but the words were already flowing out like hot lava from a volcano.

“None! See, I'm in love with this crazy woman, who is in labor and even though she's having contractions, she's still using this moment to yell at me for my past issues!” He lets out a sigh, hoping you drop the subject.  

There wasn't time to say anything else before another contraction hit and you were trying to breathe through the pain. You really wanted it to stop but you knew this was a natural part of labor and in the end, everything would be worth it.  

Lance looked at the monitors and back at you with a look of confusion. “Where's her doctor? Are you guys giving her anything for the pain?” He questioned the nurse who was busy preparing the room.

“Anesthesia is on their way, and so is her physician. I expect them both here soon.” The nurse answered as calmly as possible, most likely having dealt with panicked new parents regularly.

Lucky for you, anesthesia came before your doctor, and once that epidural kicked in, you were in an entirely different world. So what if you couldn't feel the bottom half of your body. It greatly reduced the pain, and the irritation of your boyfriend at your side. Lance was becoming increasingly antsy and your contractions were speeding up. You just wanted him to stop being him until these babies made their appearance. After that, you'd take his assholery in spades.

“Sorry I'm late!” You recognized the voice of your very attractive doctor coming into the room and announcing his presence.

“What the fuck?!” Lance stands up, looking directly at the man who's just walked in.

“I could say the same thing!” The two look like they’re about to have a pissing contest right there in the delivery room.

“What are you doing here Drew?” Lance has immediately gone into defensive mode. You're sure his asshole side is about to make an appearance.

“I know you're lacking some very important brain cells, but I thought it'd be obvious given my profession that I'm about to deliver a couple of babies!”

Yep, pissing match has commenced. Dr. Drew successfully throws out the first punch.

“Typical Drew. Always need to have your hands in someone's vagina! Clearly some things never change. This one's off limits, so back the fuck off!” Lance’s arms are now on his chest, dominance strongly asserted.

“I think you got the wrong guy...last time I checked, you're the one who can't keep his dick in his pants. I'm surprised that thing hasn't fallen off yet!”

Ouch burn! Second point goes to the hot as fuck doctor. He obviously came to the gun fight with a fucking AR-15, decimating Lance Tucker.

Lance looks like he's about to go bat shit crazy on the doctor, and all you can do is lay there and watch, fighting through each new contraction as they come closer and closer. Even the nurse is highly entertained by the drama unfolding in the room and shows no signs of interrupting the ongoing cock fight between them. Eventually something has to give, but you're not sure who's going to be the one to stop it.

“Ya know, I'm tired of the self-righteous act you got going on here! Admit it...The only reason you went into this field was because you couldn't get a pussy to save your life. That's the only way you'll ever get your face in one!” Lance yells at the man, and boy, that does not look like the right thing to say.

Dr. Drew gives him a smirk and looks over in your direction. Oh, shit! He looks like the devil and is about to sin twice on Sunday. Something tells you he's about give it to Lance Tucker really good, and fuck all if you're in any position to stop it!

“Is that your girl, Tucker?” The Doctor asks him with all the fuckery and swag he can muster, “Because I just want you to know…I've been all up in her vagina, nice and deep like; showing it no mercy, touching it...like man starved!”

Your mouth dropped open wide, contractions long since forgotten. Dr. Drew just annihilated Lance Tucker, and after doing so, just stood there smiling like a cat that caught the canary.  

Lance looked like he was going to full on punch the man in the face, and you’re pretty sure that's what the balled up fist was going to do, but right as the catastrophic event was about to take place, you were hit with an epic contraction and let out a moan so monstrous, the devil himself would weep at your feet.  

The noise was enough to bring both men out of whatever the hell had been going on between them and shift their focus back on you. You'd been having contractions the entire time these two were at it, so you were almost relieved to not have to hear the two of them duke it out anymore.  

“You want...to tell me... what...the fuck...is going on Tucker?!” You pant out, the pain becoming too much for you to handle.

“Baby,”

“Ms. Y/L/N…” they both say at the exact same time, and you just look at them slightly confused.

“She was talking to me, asshole!” Lance bites back at the doctor, rolling his eyes at him before looking in your direction.  

“Honey….” Lance starts out trying to be as calm as he possibly can through gritted teeth. “This…,” he points to the man standing next to him, “is my older brother, Drew. Drew and his twin brother Dillon are the bane of my existence, and part of the reason I have nothing to do with my family.”

Dr. Tucker scoffs at the younger Tucker, “You're such a drama queen, Lance. You just hate the fact that we don't kiss your rosy red ass! Maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time and didn't spend your entire life moving from one vagina to the next, you'd actually see we just want what's best for you!” The doctor looks pissed off, having yet again gone off on his brother.

Lance looks as though he has a rebuttal coming, but you seriously have had enough. These two have been arguing nonstop, clearly forgetting why they're here in the first place. Everyone, including the nurse has ignored you on the bed in labor, contractions becoming worse and your cervix fully dilated.  

“Fucking stop!” You were able to yell out before another contraction started. “Whatever the fuck your problem is with each other can be put in a tiny little balloon and shoved so far up both of your asses, a full body cavity search wouldn't find it!” You bellowed from the depths of hell inside you. “Seriously, fuck you both! I'm laying here on a bed with my vagina exposed, which both of you have seen; thanks Dr. Drew for letting me know my children's uncle has been ‘all up in my vagina’…not a fucking picture I need to live with, but you and your brother are good at reminding people just how fucked up their life choices are! Now if the two of you can put your monster cock ass egos to the side for the duration of this labor, I’d like to get out the spawns of Satan that have taken up residence in my body…now!” You we're looking at the men with a new level of intensity, hoping to get on with the matter at hand.

“Yep!”  

“Sorry!” Both men said at the same time, and now it was back to business at hand.

The fight between brothers forgotten and everything prepared and ready to go, you were finally able to push out the babies inside you. Lance was by your side, holding your hand giving you words of encouragement and praise as you pushed out first your daughter, followed by your son, looking identical to the man standing next to you.

“Oh my god!” Lance excitedly exclaimed when his brother placed his son on your belly, “Even through all the gunk, he looks like me!”

You only smiled and looked down at the precious babies you had carried inside of you.

“Just what the world needs, another fucking Tucker!” His brother says sarcastically still between your legs, his job far from over. “However, they're both perfect...and I'm honestly a pretty proud doctor right now. I got to deliver my niece and nephew. Best life moment ever!”  

You look up at Lance giving him a threatening stare, and he rolls his eyes at you. “Uh-Drew?”

The Doctor looks up from his position, “Yeah?” The man looks suspiciously at his younger brother.

“Thanks...and I'm sorry. You-uh, there's no one else I would've wanted to do this.”

“You’re welcome, little brother.”

“So, do we have names?”

Oh yeah! There's a nurse in here and she's taking your daughter to get cleaned up.

“Yes…” You looked up at Lance, who had no idea you had chosen anything for them yet. “London Noelle and Landon Joseph.”

Lance nods in acceptance of the names of his twins. “You giving all our kids names beginning with the letter ‘L’?” He joked.

“Oh, you think this is happening again?” You challenge him. “There is absolutely no way you get in my vagina again, unless there's a ring on my finger and a change in my last name!” Lance gave you a smile and Dr. Tucker gave a laugh.

“Sounds like you better wife her, Lance. Someone needs to keep your ass in check!”

That was so true, he needed someone that wouldn’t put up with his antics. You were probably the only one that would ever be able to handle this man.

“I plan on it, but first…” Lance pulls out his phone and hands it over to his brother who has finished his job in your lady parts, “can you get a picture?”

Drew smiles and takes the phone from his younger brother, “Just so you know, I'm sending it to mom and Dillon.” Lance doesn't put up a fight, just shrugs his shoulders at the older Tucker.  

The nurse had brought London back over all wrapped up and cleaned off, and the both of you decided Landon looked decent enough for a picture. Lance got in close to you and was holding his son while you held your daughter. Drew got a couple of pictures of the four of you and was happy when Lance asked the nurse if she'd mind getting a couple with Drew in them as well. Lance decided those ones would be the ones sent to his family. The pictures of the four of you would be kept private.  

Once everyone was cleaned up, you and the children were taken to another room to rest. Dr. Tucker had said his goodbyes but told you he'd be back to check on you before discharge. It didn't escape your notice how Lance had gone into the hall with his brother and came back some time later, a happy smile across his face.

“He likes you. Matter of fact…,” Lance pulls out his phone, “looks like my mom and Dillon are excited about the additions to the family. They'd like to come see you in the morning, but only if you're feeling up to it.”

You scoff at your boyfriend, “Lance Tucker! You suddenly have a change in heart? Are you welcoming your family back into your life? Are you officially a changed man?” There was sarcasm in your voice with a hint of teasing.

“Yeah, guess the right woman and two amazing children will do that to you,” he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on each of the sleeping twins heads.

“Good, cause I ain't got time for your ego or bull shit. We do this right or not at all, understood?” You question him, and he gives you a nod. “I'm not waiting for you to have an epiphany moment. I've waited too damn long as it is. I want a proposal and a ring, and an actual wedding, real soon! This is a package deal Lance, and it better-”  

You stopped the second Lance pulled out the ring box. “Oh, this was all I had to do to get you to stop talking. All these years and this is all it takes. Guess I should have done this sooner!” You knew he was joking, but oh my god...Lance Tucker was officially taking himself off the market!

He opens the box and there before you, is the most beautiful gold ring you'd ever seen, diamonds sparkling like the night sky.

“Just-yes-now!” He didn't even have to ask, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. Lance hurriedly placed the ring on your finger and leans in for a tender kiss.  

“Merry early Christmas, and happy birthday to our beautiful babies!” Lance wraps you up in a hug, careful not to squish the twins.

“Merry Christmas, Lance. This is the most perfect gift I could have ever asked for. Thank you.” You melted into his embrace.

Lance takes his son from your arms and sits down on the bed with you. “Thank you, Y/N. None of this would have been possible if you hadn't walked into my life. I'll never be able to show you just how much you mean to me. I love you and them, so fucking much and this is only the beginning of our story. There's so much more to come.” You know he sounds ridiculously corny, but you'll take it nonetheless.

Sitting on the bed, you could feel sleep approaching fast, but you could help but look back in your life. Three years ago, you answered a job ad, having no idea you'd be working for Lance Tucker. So much has happened in those years, and many times you had wanted to walk away from his fuckery in hopes of finding something less stressful. But sitting here now, you knew everything you endured was well worth it.  

You finally had the man you had been in love with for years, and the two of you had created the most beautifully, perfect babies. This time there would be a wedding, and you'd celebrate this new beginning with Lance’s mother and brothers, inviting them to all share in your happiness.  

This new chapter in your life was filled with so much hope and promise, and even though there were going to be a few kinks in the road ahead, it would all be worth it.

“I love you, Lance.” You let out, right before you closed your eyes and went to sleep, exhausted from delivering your twins.

It only took three years, but you think you finally figured it out. The only thing Lance had ever really wanted from you…was you, all along.

#lance tucker #lance the fucker tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #the bronze #the bronze au #pa!reader

[rather-impertinent]

The Wager

Prompt no. 23 “we bet and you lost, so you have to do it” for @hopefulfridays 💗

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“How amusing,” Caroline giggled as she propped herself up on the edge on her husband’s desk, a small space free for her as always there was, so often did she disrupt his reading and prescription writing. The sun streamed in through the open window, accompanied by a light summer’s breeze, which rustled the curtains.

Dwight smiled genuinely at the thought, looking up from his diary. “It is amusing, but also rather sweet,” he said, always the romantic. After this brief of pause of acknowledgement, Dr Enys continued scribbling notes in his diary, noting that he must remember to bring cinnamon to Mrs Trewallis tomorrow when he pays her a visit.

Caroline, knowing her husband well, knew exactly what he was doing. She playfully rolled her eyes at him and stated confidently: “Do not think I shall let you off with this, my love.”

Dwight looked up once again, this time looking directly at his wife. “What do you mean?”

She shook her head, half in fondness, half in exasperation at his pretence of ignorance. “We made a bet and you lost, so you must to do it.”

Dwight gawped at her. “You cannot be serious, Caroline,” he insisted with a light scoff, wrinkling his nose. “I am a gentleman,” he protested, if a little feebly.

Caroline reclined slightly on her husband’s desk, throwing her head back as she cackled at his claim. “Oh, please, Dr Enys. You cannot choose being a gentleman only when it conveniences you. You must accept your fate as master of Killewarren, landownership, soirées, silks and all, or you must simply be dear Dr Enys, who has terrible instincts and now must perform a ghastly task,” she stated, her eyes glistening with victorious glee.

Dr Enys poked her knee with his quill. “And what if I had won our wager? I seriously doubt that you would don an apron and complete such a task, my love,” he challenged, crossing his arms across his chest, a smirk on his face.

Caroline shrugged nonchalantly, her lips curving into a smile as she leaned forwards, the fabric of her silk skirt brushing her forearms as they came to rest on her thighs. “Well, we shall never know, shall we? Because I did win!” she pointed out with a laugh, her face inches from his own. “Come on,” she encouraged, too enthusiastically, giving his shoulders a gentle shake. “Before the sun sets!” She clicked her fingers to hasten him.

With a strained sigh, Dwight placed his hands on his desk and reluctantly pushed himself up, exiting his study and leaving his books behind for a far more practical task.

An hour or so later, Caroline and Horace were leisurely strolling around the vast gardens in the late-afternoon, summer, sunshine when it occurred to Caroline she had best check on Dwight. Leaving Horace to roam as he pleased under the strict instruction that he not eat any flora or fauna, Caroline made her way to the other side of the estate, where Dwight would, doubtless, be wearing a pout.

Having reached the stables and after having first given Chesnut a fond stroke on his mane, Caroline did not find a man wearing a petulant pout, but one who was completely absorbed in the task at hand, even humming quietly to himself as he worked. She stared in awe at him momentarily, noting the neat piles he had made, the levelling of the ground and the thorough tidiness of the stalls. The man’s work ethic truly knew no bounds. Her thoughts then turned to more important matters, such as: his rolled-up sleeves, his unbuttoned waistcoat, the chest hair that peeked out of his open shirt, his discarded neckcloth, his now untamed hair, the light tan on his forearms, the way his muscles contracted as he determinedly swept away at the newly-raked dirt floor. Caroline rather wished she had a fan - so hot was the summer’s day.

She cleared her throat silently. “I do hope dear young William is enjoying a hot cup of tea in the servants quarters with Betty,” Caroline teased pointedly, making her presence known to Dwight at last after she had sufficiently savoured the view.

After all, both William and Betty had been the topic of their wager: Caroline had informed Dwight that she believed the two servants to be keen on each other, as she had observed that Betty always blushed around William and she saw them converse once or twice in hushed tones. Dwight had accused Caroline of simply playing match-maker and reminded her that all of their employees, insofar as they knew and could ascertain, all found each other agreeable and enjoyed their life here. Caroline bet Dwight that the loser must clean the stables and allow William an afternoon off to spend at his leisure; Dwight had readily agreed on the basis that Caroline had been reading many romance stories of late, and they had obviously tricked her mind into seeing what was not really there. Besides, he enjoyed the image of his lady-of-breeding wife wearing an old dress and apron and holding a broom - it was almost beyond imagination. Caroline’s theory was, however, proven correct less than a week later, when the Enyses had returned from a ride on the beach together to witness William kissing Betty’s hand and the young maid’s subsequent gleeful skip to the side-entrance of the house as she’d left the stables.

Dwight breathed a laugh at the sound of his wife’s voice behind him and turned around to face her, swapping the broom from one hand to another. “I, too, hope so,” he said somewhat breathlessly, his breathing laboured from an afternoon of hard work. “Otherwise what in God’s name am I doing this for?” he asked with a laugh, before wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“My enjoyment?” Caroline offered with a teasing grin, though she was enjoying the dishevelled image of her husband very much. An idea forming, and with an ulterior motive in mind, she wondered aloud: “Shall I ask one of the maids to run you a bath?”

Dwight sighed audibly at the blissful thought of his sore muscles resting in the hot water. “Oh, yes, please! I feel as though I have known no other task my entire life!” he joked as he continued to sweep the last remaining stray pieces of hay.

“It looks as though you have not,” Caroline commented as she looked around, impressed by his effort. Perhaps she should challenge Dwight to clean the stables more often. “I shall go inform Hicks at once,” she said with a sincere smile which Dwight returned in full. “Oh, and do hurry up, Dr Enys,” she called over her shoulder as she made to exit the stables, before coming to a stop, her head turning to look at him. “I shall be waiting...,” she enticed, an eyebrow raised and a devilish smile on her face.

As he closely watched the deliberate shimmy of his wife’s hips as she sauntered back toward their house, Dwight swept with such a vigour that even the most experienced of housemaids could only aspire to.

#hope you like it Vicki! 💞 #carolight #poldark fanfic #poldark

[lucifer-lacroix]

Strawberry Part 2

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Characters: Arthur Morgan (POV) and Original Characters 

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Drama 

To the previous Chapters follow link Here

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A white bison leather jacket, handcrafted after hunting a rare creature in the snowy mountains was now splattered with mud and fertilizer as Arthur slugged through the mud which flooded the street of Strawberry. The weather in the distance started to darken as the thunder clouds began to grow above. What was a freak downpour was about to become a storm and Arthur looked up assessing what his next steps should be? He looked to his horse and mule and started to untie the carcasses from their backs while his thoughts were stirring. Hiking up a mountain trail with two mammals was hard enough, but Princess was an extraordinarily skittish girl, as Arthur lifted the buck off the Arabian's back she danced and swayed in spot huffing heavily and shaking her mane. Princess would not fare well in a thunderstorm even with all of Arthur's attention, and he could not ignore his mule. After Arthur handed off to the first buck to the butcher, he returned to the happy boy who neighed with joy when Arthur came near and stroked his neck. "Who's a good boy." He soothed him as he began to nibble at his bandana tugging it gently. No one could ignore the... "He's cute, what's his name?" A feminine voice spoke up from behind him. It was the blonde Englishwoman from the carriage. She must have followed him through over yet she was immaculate from any mess on her blue dress. "I call him the Duke," Arthur said giving him a few heavy pats. "I'm in love how he is so sweet." She said and folded her hands over her heart watching the Mule fawn over his loving owner. "He's a handful alright, always wanting attention but he is a good boy," Arthur added when the Duke snatched the bandana from his neck and ripped two buttons off his shirt at the same time — trying to eat it while he was distracted. "Hey! No no no give it back." Arthur scrambled to pull the fabric out of the Duke's teeth before he swallowed it as a cackle of giggles burst from the blonde beauty who watched in amusement. Arthur stepped back away from the mule who extended himself to the maximum range he could on his lead, his teeth still desperately reaching for Arthur as he looked at the slobbery bandana now torn in two. "I'm glad I can entertain you," Arthur said and pocketed it as she finally overcame her giggle fit. "My apologies, but I had to come over and talk to you myself, and I'm not here to tease I promise." She said and stepped back allowing Arthur the space he needed so he could finish unloading his kill to the butcher. Arthur returned to his task and started to unstrap the second buck from the Duke's once he distracted him with a sugar cube. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Arthur asked as he hauled the buck onto his shoulder with ease. "If you would allow myself and friends to buy you dinner, as a thank you. Isabella is too proud to ask for help let along thank someone herself. She doesn't like being a damsel in distress, but you stepped in when we needed someone to step in." The mysterious blonde stood and watched him work, and Arthur could feel her gaze as he hulled the buck onto the table. A sly little grin on his face and he puffed his chest out a little bit when he stood back up. Taking off his hat to comb his hair back with his fingers as the butcher handed him a handful of cash. He took the money and thanked the butcher and walked back to girl replacing his hat on his head. "Well, I was going to ride north and camp in the mountains, but with this storm coming in and an invitation as welcoming like that. I'm still going to have to decline." Arthur said bluntly walking up to her to be direct. Her mouth was agape she gasped, but there was a massive smile on her face in response to the grin on Arthur's. "You are something else. Well maybe this will change your mind, My name is Rosalyn Bush, and I suggest you reconsider. " She said and cocked an eyebrow at him. "That's a familiar name," Arthur said looking at her curiously. Her face brought a sense of nostalgia to him, he has seen it before, and that name was making it even more so. "A man who enjoys camping must have a can of beans or two in his satchel. Perhaps you should take one out and look a little closer." She crossed her arms with an air of pride. Arthur, now curious, did indeed have a can of beans on him, so he flipped open his bag and not taking his eyes off her pulled it out and checked the label quickly. "Well, I'll be damned. Is this you?" He asked turning the label towards her. The image of a lady painted on the side beside the company brand with long braided blonde hair and big blue eyes. "Yes sir, and that is my recipe too." She said with a smile and struck the pose on the side label flashing her brilliant smile which was what brought that nostalgia to him. Many years were spent staring at her face on the side of the can beside campfires and dirty ditches.   "Then I must be in the presence of someone of truly famous because I sure do enjoy your beans very much," Arthur said and gave her a bow. A little guilt behind his eyes. "Most cowboys do, but I don't very much like all the cowboys. Or girls for that matter, ever since we arrived the people have been nothing but hostile towards me and my caravan. It's been a while since a kind soul has crossed our path and I do not wish to risk bad luck on the rest of our journey by not taking care of those who show my girls and I kindness. So I ask you to please reconsider and let me spoil you." Rosalyn was very stern with her words but welcoming and kind. She spoke like Dutch did when addressing the gang with a fierce intensity behind her eyes which locked onto his. He fell victim to her gaze once again this time unable to decline. "Oh alright, you can buy me dinner. Though I'm probably going to need a bath as well to clean up after that little fight your girl started." Arthur added and unhitched his two companions from their post. If he played his cards right, she might even cover all his costs to stay in town for the night. "My girls start no fights, but we do finish them. The carriage got stuck in the mud, so everyone already went on foot to the hotel. Why don't you get those two cuties stabled and meet me there?" Rosalyn said and hicked her skirt up to ready herself to trek through the mud. Her boots were already stained with two inches of dirt on them and didn't look like good boots to stomp through the mud in. "Get on." Arthur gestured to Princess. "Really?" She asked. "You're wearing expensive clothes. I'll give you a ride." He said and held the lead for princess towards her. "Is he/she friendly?" Rosalyn asked and approached the horse. "She's skittish, but with me here she will be alright." He said as Rosalyn walked up to her and took the lead before approaching her cautiously and slowly. Princess swayed away from her at first but relaxing as the Lady pet her neck gently.   "She is beautiful. What's her name." "Princess." "Ah, I get it." She pointed between the two animals and chuckled. "Very cute. Am I to be right o assume this is a rare horse? I don't see many albino white horses roaming around" She asked hoisted herself up and sat side saddle on the White Arabian and held the horn to keep her steady. Arthur got up onto the Duke who honked very loudly when he was mounted and turned to her. "You could say so, hard to tame though. Probably won't be able to sell her for much if I can't get her to relax." He clicked his teeth and gave the command, and the pair started back down the hill towards the stable.

Most of the ride was spent giving Rosalyn instructions on how to keep Princess settled, with a strange rider on her back and her attempts to ride lady. The horse was left agitated the entire ride. Rosalyn almost getting bucked off twice when she tried to lead her to roughly.   "Okay, I think it's time I got off now." Rosalyn's voice was shaky as she struggled with Princess to lead her up to the stable. One of the hands had to run out and grab Princess before she reared and Rosalyn hopped off her quickly as the Horse began to prance more and more. "I told you to sit properly else she won't respect you."  Arthur was chuckling the whole way down riding gracefully on the back of the Mule who marched with pride now that the love of his life was riding his back. "Well, it's a good thing the hotel isn't far from here. I think walking will be safer." Rosalyn ran out of the stable leaving the horse hand and Arthur to take care of hitching them up. They were de-saddled, housed and fed before Arthur left them inside and headed back out to meet Rosalyn who was in the middle of paying the Stableman. "Give them some extra treats and a bath for me please." She said and gave the gent a kiss on the cheek and an extra 5 dollars. "Yes, indeed Lady Bush." He said and tipped his hat to her running off as Arthur approached. "Would you like to meet my girls now?" Rosalyn asked. "Sure!" Arthur said and took off his hat as they headed into the hotel.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #Fanfiction #Romance #Strawberry

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Suga (Yoongi) X Reader

Summary:I thought bring a Christmas caroler was already fun. But, this just turned into my holiday tradition.

One-shot

Please don’t read if you’re innocent, this is smut and mature content, please read other works if you like my fanfiction but, don’t read the smut. Just this is for mature readers and/or over 18 readers.

Prompt: 11. "If I hear one more Christmas caroler I will scream.” *knock knock* Wow I didn’t think a caroler could be so hot. “If I get you some figgy pudding, can you give me something in return?”

This has to be the worst and best thing. I’m freezing my ass off, and now we get to these apartment complexes. Its a little warmer than outside. Who am I kidding, it is ten times warmer.

We see a caroling group in front of us. And I see one my friends, Jungkook and wave to him. He gives me a grin as the door is quietly closed. Until as we advance towards it as we were singing from apartment door to door for charity. For the national cancer foundation, while I believe Jungkook’s charity was for St. Jude’s.

The reason why he joined it, he felt guilty and he kept watching them every time they came on and crying. I wanted to join this carol because I know a few people in my life that have/had cancer.

We reach the next level of the apartment complex. And Jungkook’s caroling barrage of people were singing ‘figgy pudding’. So we decided to do that to this apartment. And before we do we heard these simple words, “I don’t care, Hoseok. If I hear one more Christmas caroler I will scream.” I roll my eyes, and just my luck it’s my turn to knock.

I knock twice on the door, and here opens a stunning figure. I believe that it’s one of Jungkook’s friends. And his jaw drops and looks me up and down. I blush, oh my god. Did he just?!? We open our mouths to sing and he stops us abruptly and says, “If I get you some figgy pudding, can you give me something in return?”

I shake my head and looked down and say, “Have you ever heard of not being selfish? Plus... It’s a charity-” Without another word he shows a three-hundred dollars worth of bills into my hands. My jaw drops and, I hand it to the box of donations. The leader nudges me to go into the the apartment. And says, “Have fun, if you get done. Come back and find us!!”

With that they walk to the next apartment. MY jaw is just dropped and he asks, “You’re Jungkook’s friend,.. (Y/n), right?” I nod my head and I start figuring out what his name is. Because I’m certain, I’ve talked to him before... “Yoongi!” I say out of nowhere, I wasn’t even expecting myself to say it. He gives me a grin and says, “Yours Truly”

I laugh and he invites me and lets me take off my coat and boots. I wasn’t thinking about it until now, I realized I was taller than Yoongi. I guess when you hangout with Jungkook forever you start to feel short. I grin and Yoongi speaks in a hushed voice to Hoseok, I wonder. Hoseok pulls out some head phones and starts playing music. I would guess since he’s jamming out in his own little world.

“You know, since I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were really hot.”

“Thanks?!?” I say in question, not really sure how to think about that, “So what’s my favor that I owe you?” I ask politely

“Well... I was thinking... One night stand if you don’t like me, we don’t have to date afterwards. But if you do, it would be in your best favor to say yes to me.”

I smirk at him and I ask, “Is that why Hoseok has his ears covered?”

“Well, why else?” I laugh and he takes me up to his room. If I was being completely honest, I’ve wanted to fuck him for a while. But, I couldn’t remember his name for the life of me, so I couldn’t get advice from Jungkook. Because he said, if I want to date his friends I can, as long as he can date mine. And I wanted to ask him about well, who I just luckily remember his name in the spur of the moment, and here we are.

He pulls off his shirt and then mine. He quickly strips down, and asks me to do the same. He threw me up against his wall, and started leaving a streak of hickeys down my neck and to my collar bone. I moaned more than necessary, but how could I help it. I was simply in pleasure, I kissed his neck. Not to leave a hickey, but just to kiss it. Once, he had stopped I leaned my head down a bit to kiss his soft lips.

He licks my bottom lip, and I willingly let him inside. Hence when, I do we start frenching. And I feel him move his one arm to place more pressure on my side with the other, so I wouldn’t fall from the wall. And his fingers slipped down, only for me to stop frenching him to let out a moan. He grins and says, “Already this wet for me love, we’ve barely even started.”

He slips his finger in, and starts pumping it in and out, I let out a few muffled moans. That was because of which, I was shoving my face into his neck, trying to hide my blush and I started leaving hickeys on that beautiful neck of his. I move my head a bit more to leave deep purple hickey on his adam’s apple. It leaves him momentarily still not able to move. I grin and finish the hick with a soft bite.

He then mumbles, ‘Fuck it’ and he slips his finger out and I groan at the loss of contact and that loss wasn’t for long. As he teases my entrance with his cock. I growl at the teasing and whimper out, ‘Yoongi please’ he smirks at me and thrusts completely inside of me. I let out a moan. And put my hands behind his back and start clawing I hear him release a moan. I stop completely, afraid he was moaning in pain and he says something along the lines of, ‘please continue...’ and I continue as he pounds roughly into me.

He throws us both onto the bed. And starts pounding us into that bed, the headboard slamming against the wall. I was in maybe, 7th heaven. Or whatever you would call that magical rough fucking place as Min Yoongi. Damn, I’m really starting to remember his name. That would have been useful before... I leave marks of scratches down his back and my nails dig in as I feel my orgasm coming closer. My walls constrict around his cock and I feel him twitch a few times. And almost the same time, we both climax. He huffs out trying to catch his breath. And we’re both panting messes, if we really took time to think about it.

He then asks, “So will you?” I give him a giant grin and tell him, “I was already going to say yes in the first place” He smiles at me and deeply kisses me. I pull the blankets up, “Enough caroling for me tonight.” He laughs and I wrap myself around him as the big spoon. And he cuddles in. So adorable, thank god for Christmas caroling.

#yoongi #suga #bts #x reader #reader #smut #2nd day of 37 days till christmas #fluff #christmas #37 days of christmas #yoongi x reader #suga x reader

[the-punforgiven]

ALL 200

WELL, ALRIGHTY THEN, LET’S GET STARTED

200: My crush’s name is: I’m not sure honestly, I’m kinda not really into anyone super seriously right now. Like I’ve got a few people I think I might have crushes on, but no one I’m certain I do, if that makes sense199: I was born in: A hospital198: I am really: Fuckin dumb197: My cellphone company is: I can’t remember off the top of my head196: My eye color is: Some weird green/brown195: My shoe size is: Too fuckin big I’ve gotta order shoes off the internet194: My ring size is: Honestly? I don’t know, I’ve worn like two rings ever193: My height is: 6′2192: I am allergic to: A very specific brand of hot dogs and a couple types of smoke191: My 1st car was: Well, we’ll see when I get one190: My 1st job was: A Dishwasher, unless you count the middle-school paper route189: Last book you read: Lisa Peschel’s The Runes188: My bed is: A loud-ass-fucking steel bunk bed that I swear is gonna give me a concussion someday187: My pet: Is a cat, her name is Groucho and she’s very shy but I love her186: My best friend: I can’t pick a favourite person, I’m sorry185: My favorite shampoo is: Whatever makes my hair flow majestically like a fuckin power metal album, I haven’t found a brand I prefer though184: Xbox or ps3: I don’t actually use either, but PS3′s got some better exclusives I’d say183: Piggy banks are: A thing? I dunno182: In my pockets: My wallet, phone, some papers, and a pendant with no chain181: On my calendar: I.. I don’t presently own one180: Marriage is: Something I rarely think about, sorry179: Spongebob can: Stop airing completely and I genuinely wouldn’t care178: My mom: is a great person and I wish her nothing but the best177: The last three songs I bought were? I dunno whatever the last three songs on Amon Amarth’s Jomsviking album are176: Last YouTube video watched: This one (Or at least that’s what I’m presently watching, the one before that was This175: How many cousins do you have? Too many. (7? I think??)174: Do you have any siblings? Yeah dude I’ve got like 5173: Are your parents divorced? They were never married, they can’t get divorced172: Are you taller than your mom? Yeah171: Do you play an instrument? Yes! I can play the guitar and the piano, and I’m hoping to learn more instruments just as soon as I can get ahold of them170: What did you do yesterday? Hung out with a friend of mine, spent the night, played some videogames, talked about superpowers. The usual I guess[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: Maybe?168: Luck: Yes167: Fate: Yeah?166: Yourself: if I believe in myself to fuckin fail at everything yeah165: Aliens: Yes. I mean, the universe is so insanely fuckin massive, it’s honestly fucking terrifying to think that this is the only planet out there with life, you know?164: Heaven: Maybe?163: Hell: Maybe?162: God: I dunno161: Horoscopes: Kinda?160: Soul mates: Yeah?159: Ghosts: Yes158: Gay Marriage: Yes157: War: I’m not quite sure what this is supposed to mean, sorry?156: Orbs: ???155: Magic: Kinda, yeah[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: I prefer kisses, but I hug people way more153: Drunk or High: N/A152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Black Haired150: Blondes or Brunettes: Depends on the blonde. Like, platinum blonde hellyeah, but buy-and-large, brunettes, I guess?149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter, seriously a full moon on a clear winter’s night with freshly fallen snow is alone more fuckin beautiful than most of the shit summer can muster in my opinion, and also there’s less chance of me fucking burning to death, which is always a plus147: Autumn or Spring: Spring, rain is good, and spring has the most rain I think?146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: Night, for the sheer virtue of not getting sunburns, and the fact that a full moon is so fuckin pretty dude144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: How curly we talkin? Like, wavy is my favourite, but that’s kind of middle ground. I dunno, they can both look really good, I guess142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds, though that comes with the qualifier that the only Burger King I have ever visited gave me food poisoning141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: No Dark Chocolate? What the fuck??? Nah, aside from Dark Chocolate being the best kind without debate, I still prefer Milk Chocolate to that White Chocolate filth. It’s not even real chocolate and it tastes like ass140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: High heals, huh? Honestly, no preference138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: honestly I’m ugly and poor and I’d honestly prefer enough money to shower my friends in the wealth an happiness they deserve over a slightly-less-disgusting face137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: I’m not gonna pretend I know enough about American politics to answer this one135: Burried or cremated: I mean, both, kinda?134: Singing or Dancing: I can’t do either, but I sing a lot more than I dance133: Coach or Chanel: I’m sorry, this question doesn’t make any sense to me?132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who and who?131: Small town or Big city: Small town, I get this really weird panic in big cities130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller, I guess?128: Manicure or Pedicure: I.. I don’t remember the difference?127: East Coast or West Coast: Is this referring to where I live, or?126: Your Birthday or Christmas: I would say Christmas since I love giving gifts as much if not more than getting them, but I can rarely actually afford gifts and I always feel like absolute shit for not getting anyone anything, so I guess I’ll go with my birthday?125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate. Flowers wilt, and that shit’s kinda really sad to me for no reason I can describe, sorry124: Disney or Six Flags: No preference123: Yankees or Red Sox: No preference[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: I’d prefer if it never happened, but that seems depressingly unrealistic121: George Bush: I don’t know enough about him to feel confident about forming an opinion120: Gay Marriage: Why isn’t it allowed everywhere yet, like actually what the fuck119: The presidential election: There is no combination of letters possibly capable of describing the twisting in my stomach that comes with thinking about that event.118: Abortion: Honesty it’s really not my place to say, like, I’m almost literally the least qualified person to talk about this117: MySpace: I vaguely remember it, rest in peace you dead service you…116: Reality TV: Not my cup of tea, personally115: Parents: They’re… Necessary to the continuation of life and a common occurrence in nature? I’m pretty sure there isn’t really much alive that doesn’t have parents, how am I supposed to give my thoughts on a concept that widespread? Yeah, things have parents, and reproduction’s been around for millions of years, I guess114: Back stabbers: I’d appreciate it if I wasn’t stabbed in the back, thanks, I mean I’d appreciate if nobody was, but these things happen, I guess. Best we can do is to make sure not to do it ourselves and hope everyone returns the courtesy113: Ebay: I don’t use it, is it any good?112: Facebook: Bad. I mean I still use it, but it’s bad. Especially it video player, like actually what the fuck, Facebook put how much money into itself why is the fuckin video player still that bad???111: Work: Money is good110: My Neighbors: I dunno, I’ve never talked to them, Generally they seem ok though, though exceptions exist109: Gas Prices: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhh108: Designer Clothes: Wear what you want, make what you want, I’m not gonna judge you for it107: College: I’d love to go there someday, shame it’s nearly inaccessible for me in my present situation (i.e. Dumb and Poor)106: Sports: Not my cup of tea105: My family: I mean, despite everything, I still love them, I guess?104: The future: I can only hope it’s long and wonderful, I hope the world can love in happiness and peace for the rest of time. I mean it’s not like that’s entirely possible, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: No idea102: Last time you ate: Just earlier, I’m doing good!101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Also just earlier!100: Cried in front of someone: Uhhhhhhhh, back in like, grade eight at some point, I think? I’ve cried like twice within the last 7-8 years, give me a break99: Went to a movie theater: Back whenever Guardians of the Galaxy 2 was in them, I dunno98: Took a vacation: Like middle school, my dude97: Swam in a pool: Not sure. Not like, recently, but not as far back as the crying thing. Fuck honestly I don’t even remember when the last time I wore shorts was96: Changed a diaper: No idea95: Got my nails done: Like never. Maybe once, but I do not remember that day very well at all, so it might have been some weird fever dream94: Went to a wedding: A couple years ago, I think?93: Broke a bone: Never92: Got a peircing: Never91: Broke the law: No idea90: Texted: Earlier?[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: I dunno, I laugh a lot, and I can’t quite pin down who does it the most88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My instruments, honestly87: The last movie I saw: Harry Potter and the Big-Ass Cup? I don’t remember which one. I want to say The Goblet of Fire, but that seems too logical. The one with the hedge maze of death, I wasn’t really paying attention86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Halloween!85: The thing im not looking forward to: Actually making a costume for Halloween!84: People call me: Weirdly nice things, it’s almost as if they haven’t met me or something83: The most difficult thing to do is: Stop time. I still haven’t figured it out82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: No, but I’ve also never driven, so take of that what you will81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo80: The first person i talked to today was: My mom79: First time you had a crush: Back in elementary school sometime. Remembering what I was like back in elementary school, it’s probably best I didn’t say anything to anyone about it78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my fuckin grandma, her presence alone is enough to force the truth out of you77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Earlier today, I guess?76: Right now I am talking to: You, Anon!75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Kick a few habits, hopefully? Maybe develop a few healthier coping mechanisms? I’m not gonna pretend I know what I’m doing with my life74: I have/will get a job: I fuckin hope so73: Tomorrow: I’m gonna hope it goes well, and probably try to get my rent situation sorted out. Chances are I’m gonna really want to do something with some friends and completely miss the opportunity for one reason or another, I seem to have made a habit of that recently72: Today: I’ve gotta try and get some fuckin sleep honestly. I’ve also gotta remember to take that pill lest my stomach attempt to dissolve my fuckin throat again71: Next Summer: I’m gonna set up my Air Conditioner at the fuckin start of it, like a fucking smart person70: Next Weekend: I’ve got no plans69: I have these pets: I have two cats, two dogs, and two birds, it’s a fuckin zoo in here. I mean technically only one of the cats are mine but whatever68: The worst sound in the world: My fuckin midrange, help67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Dude I’ve only cried like twice in reliable memory, only one of them was actually brought on by anyone, so that guy, I guess66: People that make you happy: There’s just way too many to say, but I’d say a great many of my mutuals, followers, and whoever’s been sending me anons, I love you guys, as well as my Discord pals, obviously, you guys rock65: Last time I cried: Season 2, Episode 2464: My friends are: th fuckin best63: My computer is: Not quite my whole life, but a very significant portion of it62: My School: I’m not in one presently, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯61: My Car: What car?60: I lose all respect for people who: Can openly condemn a person they don’t know anything about.59: The movie I cried at was: It, uh, wasn’t a movie, for one, and for two, I’ll take that secret to my fuckin grave58: Your hair color is: Red57: TV shows you watch: Honestly, I just really don’t have time for TV56: Favorite web site: I dunno, probably either this one or YouTube, I don’t do a lot on the internet, honestly55: Your dream vacation: Visiting festivals in Norway and Finland54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When I got an ungodly sunburn on my back. Now, that may sound weak but keep in mind I was like ten and I burn faster than your average tank of gasoline. Like, it didn’t even compare to the times I tore open my legs on rocks, including the one that got infected and the anaesthetic-free treatment for that, just to give an indication of how bad that fucking burn was. I’ve been literally on fire and that was more pleasant than that fucking sunburn somehow53: How do you like your steak cooked: I’m not big on steak, honestly52: My room is: My own. It’s a bit too hot, and it’s kinda small, but it’s mine and I’m very glad to have it51: My favorite celebrity is: Honestly? No clue.50: Where would you like to be: Somewhere with more food, I’m fuckin starving49: Do you want children: Maybe if I am ever able to competently raise some, but until then, no48: Ever been in love: Maybe? I don’t really know, as strange as that sounds47: Who’s your best friend: I’m not picking favourites46: More guy friends or girl friends: More guy, I think? I’m not gonna count them out, and I don’t know if most of the people I regard as friends really regard me as a friend in return, you know?45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Fuckin, Music, man! It’s just so fantastic, I love it44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My dad. He’s a swell guy, I miss him43: Do you have a 5 year plan: A what42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Not really? I’ve got some things I’d like to do, but the chances I’ll ever be able to actually do them are… Slim41: Have you pre-named your children: No40: Last person I got mad at: Not sure. I rarely even get frustrated with anyone, let alone mad39: I would like to move to: I dunno, I don’t really have anywhere I could see myself settling down38: I wish I was a professional: Animator, musician, metalworker, I dunno[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Dark Chocolate Kit Kats, I fuckin love those things so much36: Vehicle: That fuckin huge ass speaker truck from Fury Road that I really want to say is the Doof Wagon, but I don’t remember for sure35: President: Chip Zanuff34: State visited: The State of Bliss is a favourite of mine. I’ve anted to try visiting the state of intense meditation, but alas, no luck yet33: Cellphone provider: No Preference32: Athlete: Honestly I don’t know the names of like any, dude31: Actor: Sir Christopher Lee, may he rest in peace30: Actress: I fuckin forgot her name, it’s gonna bother me for the rest of the week but rest assured as soon as I remember it there’s gonna be an allcaps text post that’s just her name, I assure you29: Singer: Joakim Broeden, Nina Osegueda, Christopher Bowes, and Anna Murphy, presently28: Band: Arsis, Children of Bodom, A Sound of Thunder, Alestorm and Sister Sin27: Clothing store: The fuckin music store lmao26: Grocery store: No preference25: TV show: Metalocalypse24: Movie: Kung Fury23: Website: Wasn’t that asked above? I think a few of these were, actually22: Animal: Snow Tigers. They’re cute but large cats, but with added majesty21: Theme park: I’ve been to like one theme park in my life, I can’t really say20: Holiday: Halloween19: Sport to watch: Do the Armored Combat Leagues count? If so that18: Sport to play: See above answer17: Magazine: I don’t read magazines, sorry16: Book: I don’t have a favourite honestly15: Day of the week: Saturday, I guess?14: Beach: No idea13: Concert attended: I haven’t attended any, I don’t think. I might have been to one when I was in grade two, but that might have also been a weird fever dream, I’m not sure12: Thing to cook: Brownies and Cake! I just love to bake, honestly11: Food: Pizza and Pasta10: Restaurant: The Colander Restaurant. Literally the most amazing fucking spaghetti I have ever eaten in my entire fucking life. Seriously, it’s the best, go eat there9: Radio station: No preference8: Yankee candle scent: I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a yankee candle in real life, ever7: Perfume:Not a clue6: Flower: No idea5: Color: Red, Blue, Purple, Green, frankly I’d have a faster time listing off colours I don’t like/consider a favourite4: Talk show host: I don’t watch talk shows, sorry3: Comedian: No idea2: Dog breed: Samoyeds, they’re so cute I love them so much1: Did you answer all these truthfully? I’m allowed to lie??

#Added a readmore because it's long as shit #thanks! #asks #anon

[mayacatmaster]

Your outer is not outer, it is INNER.  All your explorations and all your ideas, no matter how they may magnify scientifically or otherwise, are all going to be the result of the way you change the idea of how you see yourself and what you know is possible in your,  dimension of experience. ~Bashar *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Michelle Copeland”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** What a joy, to travel the cat-like-way or Source-like-way of the heart. What a misery, to travel the kiss-dark-tyrant-ruler’s-ass of mindset. *** *** *** When you know, that physical reality is a mirror, a reflection, of your strongest beliefs, your strongest thoughts, what you believe is possible, most likely to occur, then you can use the outer mirror illusion reflection, as a guide line, a marker, a reminder, of what kind of thoughts you are having, what kind of definitions you are believing, what kind of concepts you are buying into.  - Bashar  *** *** *** The world is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing within yourself. You can…: Born as a cat, died as a cat, just let your life Cat like, even …: You're Crazy To Everyone Who Can't Manipulate You. Or You want said I follow order like a dog, it what make me a “man”(woman; children). *** *** *** It depend on your choice, decide and select, pick wise what you want. *** *** *** Whatever you believe about yourself on the inside is what you will manifest on the outside. *** *** *** You exist, that is certain—but, as whom? You see yourself as what? As who? Nowhere. *** *** *** As someone thinks within himself, so he is. -Proverbs 23:7 *** *** *** Changing the way you think  changes your perspective which changes how you act in the world. Matt. 4:17 *** *** *** It takes both sides to build a bridge. *** *** *** Source part of you and Physical part of you;  “Form is empty”(energy-vibration-frequency return to original face) and “Empty is form”( energy-vibration-frequency became matter) and  who see who identify with any kind of “I am this or that…!” *** *** *** Source is thinking through you and your Emotion-Energy-Guidance-system tell you,  *** *** *** Source Energy Guidance system, the “Source”(True Self; Tao) always same, no matter of it western or eastern, past, now or future or any kind of time-space-social-energy-structure *** *** *** Sloppy Thinking and you will make your life became a pile of shits. *** *** *** Subject of your Creation *** *** *** Self Mastery & Awakening *** *** *** See who is Seer *** *** *** See you As….: *** *** *** Self Define….; *** *** *** Which you? Which world? *** *** *** How to bring heaven to earth? *** *** *** You WERE created from ecstasy;you were created out of love & light. It is your birthright. Everything you do can be an act of love, done with an effortless ease of creativity.  You are made in the image of the Infinite Creator; and that means,quite simply, that you are infinite creators and multidimensional ones as well. This is the natural you. -Bashar *** *** *** You already CONTAIN everything you will ever need.  Everything you will ever manifest already HERE,  Manifestation is simply allowing it to become VISIBLE by matching its frequency. ~Bashar  *** *** *** Not all of us are born to dealt with one hand good cards, maybe you have born have a shit bad cards. *** *** *** So what, so what, so what…. because we also need learn how to unlearn….: We must unlearn what we have learned because a conditioned mind cannot comprehend the infinite.  *** *** *** So even…: I didn't grow up having role models.  I grew up having people I didn't want to be like and seeing situations I'd never want to be in. Not all of us are dealt the right cards, but that doesn't  mean you can't reshuffle your deck for a better outcome.  *** *** *** You must step back a bit and try to view yourself from a broader perspective.  You must see yourself as a being who has lived thousand of lifetimes, physical and non- physical, one who has gained knowledge through all of those life experiences. ~Abraham *** *** *** Because…: You're not dealing with people or situations, it is your thoughts, your beliefs, about people and situations that you are dealing with. *** *** *** But realize this…: No one can deny you anything. Only you deny it through your vibrational contradiction. ~Abraham *** *** *** Before you can live anything, in what you are calling physical manifestation—you have to have conjured it in vibrational form. You have to have imagined it before it can become a reality. Everything that you are living here in this physical body, you have imagined the essence of it before you are living it.  ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** *** The reality gives birth to the dream - but the dream is where you are wanting to  put your attention. ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** *** If you realize that you create your physical reality through your own thoughts and desires…:  then you have learned the most important aspects of reality. -Seth  *** *** *** "All you have to do is realize that you are free, that you form reality as you know it... through your most intimate desires and thoughts and fears. You change the exterior circumstances by changing your thoughts and your desires and by forgetting your fears. There is no other way. There has never been another way." -The Early Class Sessions: Book 2 ESP, February 3, 1970 *** *** *** We remind you that you are dreaming right now.  Wake up and live the dream you prefer.  Understand that you are always making choices. That's your free will. If you do not prefer what you are choosing, redefine it; choose something else.  Then lock the new choice in by acting as if the new choice is now  the real reality. Do not play "what if-— play *what is."  Be bold.  Be who you are.  Be in joy, and enjoy yourselves.  Believe in yourselves.  You are all there is to believe in. ~Bashar ** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** And…: The chicken always came first.  The chicken was imagined in its entirety as an egg-laying being.  -Abraham Hicks  *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Everything Created Twice! *** *** ***  Like building a house, first draw it in mind, and then draw on paper. *** *** ***  Eagle dream of flying in the sky,  While it still in the egg. Big oak tree dream of swaying in the wind,  While it still in the seed. *** *** ***  Everything is Created Twice. Once in the mind and then in reality. Pay close attention to the thoughts-feeling-emotion you choose. They have a way of becoming real. *** *** ***  If you want it, identify with it as " me; myself; I; mine" and "true".  *** *** ***  If you don't want it, use your heart like "Mirror-Witness-Consciousness", Relax-empty your mind-body,  don't identify with it as " me; myself; I; mine" and "true". *** *** ***  99.99% of your creation is complete before you see Any physical evidence of it! ~Abraham *** *** ***  The relationship between you and "YOU"(True Self; Tao; Brahman) is not one of separateness but of alignment and resonance. ~Abraham *** *** ***  Faith is: Knowing what the "Source"(True Self; Tao; Brahman; God) within me Knows, without life having to prove it to me. ~AH *** *** *** If this time-space-reality has the wherewithal to fill your Vortex, and become a dream, or an idea; or a desire within you, it is our absolute promise that this  time-space-reality has the wherewithal to deliver the goods.  But you have to stay in harmony with your own desire. ~Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** If you doubt - lots of resistance.  If you hope - a little less resistance.  If you believe - a little less resistance.  But when YOU KNOW - no resistance. ~Abraham—Hicks  *** *** *** What you are living is always an exact replication of your vibrational patterns of thought. ~Abraham *** *** *** Nothing is more delicious than to think the thoughts that Source is thinking with you about the things that matter to you. -Abraham *** *** *** As you identify the thing that you want and you achieve vibrational harmony with it, by Law of Attraction you summon the Energy through you, and that is what life is. When someone stops desiring, Life Force no longer flows through them, and then they re-emerge into the Nonphysical where you have all kinds of goals and intentions. ~Abraham *** *** *** Achieve, first, the vibrational essence of your desire—and then, through the  crack of least resistance the manifestation will be delivered... work on the essence of the feeling of freedom; work on the essence of the feeling of empowerment— work on the essence of the feeling of Well-Being...  ~Abraham Hicks  *** *** *** It is more comfortable to maintain momentum than it is to achieve it and lose it, achieve it and lose it, achieve it and lose it. It really is much more comfortable. [...] The fluctuation of the current is much harder on you than the consistency of the current, so to speak. But most physical Beings don’t even imagine having any kind of control over that, because they are observers, and there is so much diversity to observe. So they see this, they get connected, they see this, they get unconnected, they see this, they get connected, they see this, they get unconnected. So the way to modify all of that and smooth it out is to take control of your own life by more deliberately directing your thoughts. By not being a captive of observation, but a master of visualization. -Abraham *** *** *** So…: I'm a inner and outer life scientist. I’m very picky with whom I give my energy to.  I prefer to reserve my time, intensity and spirit exclusively to those who reflect  sincerity.  *** *** *** I'm a inner and outer life scientist,  I am Self inquiry-Study; Research; investigation; experiment; verification and Question what kind of the material & knowledge can help me and another people transform our psyche & physical environment, our health and all aspects of our inner and outer life for the better...  And I can gained and used it for beautiful dream come true or at least help me cease bad-life-fruits-Vicious circle.  *** *** *** So...I’m very picky with whom I give my energy to.  I prefer to reserve my time, intensity and spirit exclusively to those who reflect  sincerity. *** *** *** For those who can Mirror the most simplest “Cosmic Principle”(Tao; Source; Ma at; Brahma) in every area and topic….^^ *** *** *** And as a inner and outer life scientist. You must unlearn what you have been programmed to believe since birth. That software no longer serves you if you want to live in a world where all things are possible. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Question your thoughts.  Question your stories. Question your assumptions. Question your opinions.  Question your conclusions. Question them all into utter emptiness, stillness and joy. The keys to freedom are in your hands. Use them. ~ Adyashanti *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Special thank for "The Mind Unleashed" & "Open Your Minds" *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** 【Kingdom of Heaven】: Vain are the beliefs and teachings that make man miserable, and false is the goodness that leads him into sorrow and despair, for it is man's purpose to be happy on this earth and lead the way to felicity and preach it's gospel wherever he goes. He who does not see the kingdom of heaven in this life will never see it in the coming life. We came not into this life by exile, but we came as innocent creatures of God, to learn how to worship the holy and eternal spirit and seek the hidden secrets within ourselves from the beauty of life. ~《SRT-256 : Gibran》 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ✔Ears-to hear about "Tao"(Ma-at) = 耳徹為聰 = the wisdom ears of heart can gives clear hearing about "Tao"(Ma-at)  ✔Eyes-to observational & study about "Tao"(Ma-at) = 目徹為明 = the wisdom eyes of heart can gives clear insight about "Tao"(Ma-at)  ✔Mind-to think & question about "Tao"(Ma-at) = 心徹為知 = the wisdom mind of heart can mirror "Tao"(Ma-at；Nature；Logos)  ✔Heart-to feel and realized about "Tao"(Ma-at) = 知徹為德 = the totally mirror "Tao"(Ma-at；Nature；Logos) is constitutes virtue of "Tao"(Ma-at) *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Where the wisdom of ears , eyes , mind , heart come from?; 耳，眼，頭腦, 心靈的清明智慧來自何處？ *** *** *** Wisdom does not come form age,  對大”道”(大道；邏格斯；瑪特)的生命智慧並不來自年齡， It comes from alignment with "Tao"(The overall wisdom & light & love & truth of the universe). 「永恒生命智慧」來自校準結盟於大”道”(宇宙整體智慧&光明&愛&真理)。 It comes from alignment with "Tao"(God；Brahman；Allah；True Self ). 「永恒生命智慧」來自校準結盟於大”道”(上主；梵；阿拉；真正自己)。 You can be old and in the vortex or young and in the vortex. 你可以年級大，而心靈處於眼前所有「氣運幻化經驗現象」之能量游渦的「如如不動見證觀照」中心， 或者 你可以年級輕，而心靈處於眼前所有「氣運幻化經驗現象」之能量游渦的「如如不動見證觀照」中心 But wisdom comes from in the vortex, not age. 然而，「永恒生命智慧」來自心靈處於眼前 所有「氣運幻化經驗現象」之能量游渦的 「如如不動見證觀照」中心，不在於年級大。 ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** So~~~! 所以，~~~! It is the penetrating eye that gives clear vision, the acute ear that gives clear hearing, the discriminating nose that gives discernment of "Truth" odours,the discriminating tongue know what is bitter and sweet fruit taste , the mind can mirror "Tao"(Ma-at；Nature；Logos) that acquires "Gnosis & Salvation"(True wisdom and liberty), and the far-reaching "Gnosis & Salvation"(True wisdom and liberty) that constitutes virtue of "Tao"(Ma-at) . 目徹為明，耳徹為聰，鼻徹為顫，口徹為甘，心徹為知，知徹為德。 *** *** *** In no case does the connexion with what is without like to be obstructed; obstruction produces stoppage; stoppage, continuing without intermission, arrests all progress; and with this all injurious effects spring up. 凡"道"(Tao；Ma-at；Logos)不欲壅，壅則哽，哽而不止則跈，跈則眾害生。 *** *** *** The knowledge of all creatures depends on their breathing. But if their breath be not abundant, it is not the fault of Heaven, which tries to penetrate them with it, day and night without ceasing; but men notwithstanding shut their pores against it. 物之有知者恃息，其不殷，非天之罪。天之穿之，日夜無降，人則顧塞其竇。 *** *** *** The womb encloses a large and empty space; the heart has its spontaneous and enjoyable movements. If their apartment be not roomy, wife and mother-in-law will be bickering; if the heart have not its spontaneous and enjoyable movements, the six faculties of perception will be in mutual collision. 胞有重閬，心有天遊。室無空虛，則婦姑勃谿；心無天遊，則六鑿相攘。 *** *** *** That the great forests, the heights and hills, are pleasant to men, is because their spirits cannot overcome (those distracting influences). 大林丘山之善於人也，亦神者不勝。~莊子 外物篇 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Maintain a perfect unity in "Tao"(True Self；God；Allah) of your will, You will not wait for the hearing of your ears about it, but for the hearing of your heart. You will not wait even for the hearing of your heart, but for the hearing of the "spirit energy". Let the hearing (of the ears) rest with the ears. Let the heart one with "Tao"(True Self；God；Allah) . But the heart is free from all pre-occupation and so waits for "Tao"(True Self；God；Allah) itself. Only the heart one with "Tao"(True Self；God；Allah) , can make one's heart "relax & empty & mirror & witness" inner infinite uncontaminated sky. Where a perfect unity in "Tao"(True Self；God；Allah) is, there is freedom from all pre-occupation; such freedom is the "fasting of the heart"(No-mind). 若一志，無聽之以耳而聽之以心，無聽之以心而聽之以氣。聽止於耳，心止於符。氣也者，虛而待物者也。唯道集虛。虛者，心齋也。 ~莊子 人世間篇 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** So…: Set A Goal So Big That You Can’t Achieve It Until You Grow Into The Person Who Can.  *** *** *** Whenever science or religion seeks the origin of the search for it in the past. 'The universe is being created NOW.  Creation occurs in each moment,  In your terms "The illusion of time itself is being created NOW. ~@Seth *** *** *** "What people most believe in is WHAT IS. Well then how could WHAT IS ever change? If you believe that you have to believe in everything that is, then how will you ever move beyond what is? You have to lessen your grasp on what is in order to allow what isn’t yet to be the new what is." - AH *** *** *** Very often we will meet someone who is extraordinary in their perception, in their alignment and in their control of their own point of attraction.  And we recognize that they came from very, very hard times.  And, in many ways, that was a gift to them. ~Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** The reality gives birth to the dream - but the dream is where you are wanting to  put your attention. ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** *** How Long It Takes to Manifest??? The amount of time it takes you to get from where you are to where you want to be is only the amount of time it takes you to (change)... the vibration within you ! ~Abraham Hicks *** *** *** You can train yourself into a vibrational expectancy that will yield you a life that you,  or anyone watching you,  would have to call a very lovely life. ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** As you imagine and visualize and verbalize your new story, in time you will believe the new story, and when that happens, the evidence will flow swiftly into your experience. A belief is only a thought you continue to think; and when your beliefs match your desires, then your desires must become your reality. There is no physical body, no matter what the conditions, that cannot achieve an improved condition. Nothing else in your experience responds as quickly as your own physical body to your patterns of thought. Excerpted from Money and the Law of Attraction on 8/31/08 - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Teaching isn't about conveying knowledge to someone,  teaching at its best is helping others to connect with who they are so that they  can be the masters of their own experience, ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** ***  No one can deny you anything...  only you deny it through your vibrational contradiction. ~Abraham *** *** ***  "Until we have met the monsters in ourselves , we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart .  And it is there that we must do our work. "  *** *** ***  So…: Practice, practice, practice. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Just your imagination?; Of course it's your imagination! This world is your imagination. Have you forgotten? ~Illusions *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration.  We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.  There is no such thing as death.  Life is only a dream. And we are he imagination of ourselves. --Bill Hicks *** *** ***  And…: You can only fight the way you practice. ~ Miyamoto Musashi *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** There is nothing outside yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside yourself. ~ Miyamoto Musashi *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Because…: Vibrational requests. ~Abraham *** *** *** We Understand That The Way You Chose To Experience This (PHYSICAL Reality) Makes It Appear To Be Outside Of You. So, The Thing To Remember In Order To Give Yourself More Opportunity To Choosy And  Experience The Kind Of Physical Reality You Prefer, The Kind Of Physical Reality That You Say Is More In Alignment With Your True Vibration, Is To Begin To See And Experience Physical Reality As A Reflection, Similar To The Idea Of The Reflection That Exists In Your Glass Mirrors.  ~Bashar (HALL Of Mirrors)  *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** So what if you missed those clues. So what if you didn’t remember. So what if you were born into a family who didn’t encourage you to be emotional. So what if nobody cared how you felt and just ran roughsgod over the top of you and forced you to do things you didn’t want to do. So what if there are things in your life that are not the way you want them to be. So what!??! Here you stand with the potential of offering  a vibration that Law of Attraction will match. So What-Has-Been doesn’t mean didly-squat! And What-IS doesn’t either. What-IS does not matter. It’s only an indication of vibration. You have the power to change your vibration right now,  right now,  right now. ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** ***  So…: Practice, practice, practice. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** You don't have to coin a word that will lead everyone-to where they want to be.  You just have to help them that they have got guidance! ~Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** Everything you are living, you are making up in your mind and then you practiced it, and the universe confirms it. ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** *** The True Self stands beyond the mind, aware, but unconcerned. —Nisargadatta Maharaj  *** *** *** And…: The Source within is thinking about the same thing with you. *** *** *** CLARITY is Source thinking with you,  and you knowing the Source. ~Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** You create your dream state just like you create your awake state—  with the same law of attraction, and with the same focus. ~Abraham-Hick  *** *** *** We're going to lay a big one on you right now that is going to cause you to reach into a place that most of you have never reached before...  Everything that you see, is illusionary anyway. And the illusion can be anything you choose it to be. You gotta go there before you can accept the infinity in which you live and the never-endedness of what you live.  -Abraham Hicks, YouTube:' What you believe is your reality ‘ *** *** *** Never mind what is,  Imagine it the way you want it to be so that your vibration is a match to your  desire. ~Abraham *** *** *** You create your dream state just like you create your awake state—  with the same law of attraction, and with the same focus. ~Abraham-Hick  *** *** *** You Do Not Allow Because You Do Not Believe.  What You Believe Regarding Anything That You Want Is Extremely Important - For You Will Allow Only Within The Boundaries Of Your Beliefs.  And So, In Many Cases, Your Beliefs Must Be Altered To Harmonize  With Your Intentions. ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Abraham Hicks Picture Quotes N Open Forum”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** So we’ve been spending quite a bit of time lately trying to help you understand that as you are the creator of your own reality, how things come from that vibrational, not-yet-tangible state of being into a manifested tangible state. And it ALL lies in perception. It all lies in your ability to tune to a frequency that allows you to perceive it. And this is the thing, humans (we love you so much) stubbornly hold back from. You want to call reality one thing and you want to call nonphysical another. You want to call what’s manifested like the money you’ve got in your bank one thing, and you want to call vibration something else. And we want you to understand that it’s all the same thing. And that when you accept that it’s all the same thing, and you accept that you are the thinker of the vibrational currency, that you are the director of the thought, and you are the synthesizer of the energy. And most important of all, you are then the translator of the energy that you have created into the reality that you call real life. ~Abraham-Hicks, Sacramento, CA, 03/1/14

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"You cannot persist in wanting what you already have. If you assume you are what you desire to be to the point of ecstasy, you no longer want it. Your imaginal act is as much a creative act as a physical one wherein man halts,  shrinks and is blessed, for as man creates his own likeness, so does your imaginal act transform itself into the likeness of your assumption. If, however, you do not reach the point of satisfaction, repeat the action over and over again until you feel as though you touched it and virtue went out of you." - Neville Goddard  *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Samiksa Love”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Doubt is not A lack of trust.  Doubt is a 100% trust in a definition that is out of alignment with your truth. ~Bashar *** *** *** You rise to a higher level of consciousness by taking your attention away from your present limitations and placing it upon that which you desire to be. Do not attempt this in day—dreaming or wishful thinking but in a positive manner. Claim yourself to be the thing desired. I AM that; no sacrifice, no diet, no human tricks. All that is asked of you is to accept your desire. If you dare claim it, you will express it. — Neville Goddard  *** *** *** I am convinced that the being that you really are, is dreaming what you believe yourself to be. One day you will awaken, and you and the dreamer will become one. -- Neville Goddard  *** *** *** Your joy factor will remain constant as you are continually refining your ideas of what you want, and that's why it is so important for you to get everybody else out of the equation. They've got their own game going on; they don't understand your game. Give them a break; stop asking them what they think. Start paying attention to how you feel. Joy will be yours immediately, and everything else that you have ever thought would make you happy, will start flowing, seemingly effortlessly, into your experience. ~Abraham-Hicks  *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Mina Milos”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

You are not here just to fill space or to be a background character in someone else's movie. Nothing would be the same if you did not exist. Every place you have ever been and every person you have ever spoken to would be different you. We are all connected and we are all affected by the decisions and existence of those around us. Never forget this.

Whispers Of Beautiful Souls

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As your frequency rises you will no longer feel the desire to follow trends

and fit in. Authenticity is a huge factor in growth / evolution. You know your on

the right path when being yourself and honoring who you truly are becomes a

priority. No more hiding and blending in. Whispers Of Beautiful Souls

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Usuk: where arthur and alfred are a couple and go to a restaurant, so arthur find his best friend of all life, they had lost all contact a few years ago (its portugal and his fandom name is joão) and they get to talk all night, and alfred get jealous of joao and because arthur doesnt pay it attention to him. the rest i leave it to you... ( Sorry for my bad english)

Title: JealousPairing: USUKWords: 1,541Rating: TAU: HumanGenre: Romance/Hurt/ComfortA/N: Ahhhh, I’m not super satisfied with this either but nevertheless I hope you like it!! 

“How is it, hon?” Alfred asked, smiling at his boyfriend from across the table. 

Arthur rolled his shoulders and tried to hide a smile, teasing Alfred. “It’s alright,” he said, feigning indifference. 

“Awww, c'mon! You like it, just admit it!” Alfred laughed, playfully nudging Arthur’s foot under the table.

The Brit pretended to sigh dramatically. “Fine, fine, perhaps that black hole of a mouth can actually sense when something tastes good every once in a while." 

The American beamed. "Haha! I win! I knew you would—”

"Arthur, is that you?!” Cried an unfamiliar voice, jolting the pair out of their conversation. 

Alfred and Arthur turned their heads, immediately catching sight of a handsome man walking towards them, a bright smile on his face. Before Alfred could say anything, Arthur was out of his chair and jovially greeting the other, the pair hugging and then beginning to talk quickly. Alfred blinked in surprise and slowly stood up, one blond brow quirked. 

Arthur turned toward him, positively beaming. “Alfred, this is João! Do you remember me talking about my best mate, the one I lost touch with after uni?”

“Oh, yeah! The Portuguese one who was always getting y’all into trouble!” Alfred said, and happily moved forward with his hand outstretched. João took Alfred’s dark hand in his tan one and smiled brightly. “I’m Alfred, Arthur’s boyfriend.”

“Arthur, you’ve settled with an American? I thought you despised them!” João teased. 

“He still does!” Alfred joked. 

Neither of the men acknowledged his words, and Arthur began to talk animatedly to his friend, asking why he was there and if the man would like to sit with them. João happily agreed, and he and Arthur took one side of the booth with Alfred on the other. 

“I can’t believe it! God, I thought I’d never see you again! I looked for you online, but I couldn’t find anything.” Arthur said, looking ridiculously happy. 

Alfred watched them catch up for a moment, listening to João as he expained where he’d been, what he’d been doing since university. Then, he listened to Arthur as he recapped his own life since their parting, explaining how he’d eventually come to own part of a publishing company with one of his best friends, Francis Bonnefoy, and how it was through Francis’ fiancee, Alfred’s twin brother, that he’d met his current boyfriend of four years. 

“So, Alfred, where are you from?” João asked once the Brit was done. 

“Texas!” The American proclaimed proudly, brushing some of his golden blond hair from his face. 

Arthur sighed, affection heavy in his tone as he said “yes, yes, I’ve fallen like a fool for an obnoxious All-American hick.” He teased. 

“Yeah, and I’m in love with a stodgy, posh—”

“Arthur, I find this publishing company of yours very interesting! It is very lucky of you to have gotten into a career you wanted. I remember the way you used to talk about books, all the passion in the world spilling from your lips.” The man purred, his tone seeming somewhat flirty. 

Alfred blinked, surprised and a bit put off by the man’s attitude. He was looking at Arthur with an affection in his eyes that was reserved exclusively for Alfred to feel, and it was extremely upsetting to the American. Even so, he didn’t want to ruin this for Arthur; the Brit looked absolutely ecstatic at seeing his old friend, and Alfred just couldn’t ruin it for him. 

Arthur talked excitedly about his company to João, explaining it in great detail to the man. Soon, the pair was having an extensive conversation, one that Alfred didn’t seem to be able to get a word in edgewise during. Soon, it seemed that the two didn’t even realize he was there; neither of them spared even a glance in his direction. Alfred ate, checked his phone, twiddled his thumbs, and tried unsuccessfully to converse once or twice more before he finally resigned himself to his fate as the invisible dinner guest. 

“’Scuse me,” he said lowly as he got up from the table, neither his boyfriend nor João even looking up as he got up from his seat and made his way to the bathroom.

When the American returned, the pair were so closed they looked as if they’d been tied hip-to-hip, their bodies pressed against each other and their heads bent down, blocking the rest of the world out. Deciding that his absence wouldn’t be noticed any time soon, Alfred made his way through a door that lead into the bar of the restaurant and plopped into a seat at the bar, sighing as he ordered a drink. 

He slowly sipped his way through three beers, eventually able to strike up a conversation with the bartender. They spoke for what the American was sure was a very extensive amount of time before Arthur suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, looking a bit annoyed. Alfred raised a brow at him and offered a smile. 

“Hey, hon. Where’s João?” He questioned, surprised. A look at his watch told him that it had been close to forty-five minutes sine he had left his table. 

“He had a meeting here, we were only talking until his business partner arrived. The bloke was two hours late.”

“Geez, has it really been that long?” The American said, surprised. “Well, I’m glad you had fun. I already paid, you ready?”

The Brit merely frowned at him and turned on his heel, looking annoyed. Alfred blinked in surprise and turned toward the bartender, smiling at her. “See ya around, Edie. Hit me up when you have that party for the next game!” The bartender bid him goodbye and Alfred followed Arthur back to their table, where the man was shoving himself into his jacket with an angry frown. 

“Did something happen with him?” Alfred asked as the pair walked out. He tried to put an arm around the Brit, but the man moved away a step. 

“João was perfectly pleasant, as always.” The Brit replied, tone clipped and annoyed. “And how was that lovely woman at the bar, hm? I’m assuming she was much more interesting company than I was?”

The American looked down at his boyfriend, blue eyes widening in surprise and confusion. “Um, what?” 

“You left.”

“You noticed?” Alfred asked. “Y’all didn’t even bat an eye. I figured you guys wanted to catch up, y’know, talk about all the stuff you two had missed. I wanted to let you guys get to it.” The American explained with a shrug. 

Arthur folded his arms across his chest as he got into the car, Alfred getting into the driver’s seat. 

“Well, you always do like the cute ones. A gorgeous woman is surely enough to help you forget about your boyfriend for an hour or two, isn’t it?”

“What? Babe, what the hell are you talking about? I just wanted to give you and João some privacy! I mean, it’s not like you guys really cared too much when I was there! Whaddya want me to do, sit and take notes on your conversation?”

“I can’t catch up with an old friend without you growing bored of me?” The Brit huffed. 

“Baby, you said it yourself! You were there for two hours, and yet you’re getting all pissy and jealous that I didn’t wanna listen to it for that long? How long do you think I spent at the bar?” Alfred asked, his temper now rising a bit. 

“I don’t know—what was it, fifteen minutes?” Arthur rolled his eyes. 

“Tack another half hour on, honey. I listened to you two talk for over an hour and barely said two words, so excuse me if I didn’t want to some hotter than hell smooth talkin’ Portuguese guy wander in and getting cozy with my boyfriend!” 

Arthur paused for a moment, raising a brow at him. “Are you jealous of João?” He asked. 

“God, and you say I’m dense.” The American huffed. “’Course I was.”

The Brit stared at him, incredulous. Despite the anger Alfred felt, Alfred couldn’t help but to find Arthur’s confused face adorable; his thin lips slightly parted and his green eyes opened wide. 

“Why the hell would you be jealous of him? You’re my boyfriend, Alfred.” The Brit sighed. 

“Yeah, and I’m not half as good lookin’ as him, and I don’t have half the memories with you that he apparently does. How the hell am I gonna compete with that? You forgot I was even there!”

“I didn’t forget you were there!” 

“Yeah, you kinda did.” Alfred responded. “I know that I’m being ridiculous, alright? But I can’t help it if I get worried when you talk to someone who’s obviously than me.” He replied with a sigh. 

Arthur shook his head, reaching out to pull Alfred’s face closer to his own. “Darling, there is no one better than you. I’m with you because you are the best person for me. Not anyone else, even my childhood friends. We may share memories together, but my most important memories are the ones I share with you. And, for the record, you are much better looking than João, in my opinion.”

The American sighed dreamily and kissed the Brit’s cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

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guatemaya & mecksiko

12.29 Atop Yaxha Pyramid

when we can measure our journey

in love shared,

found, exchanged?

instead of in fear of disease

hijack eyes of mania

panic

feeding-off-conflict

the beauty is known no ego

only offerings

can the love always be

charged like the Sun,

infinite, and changing

in each hour-

when does it become a service,

the exchange?

when can it be fully free

undrained, exuberant?

for yourself & for all

for the earth

for the wind

for all that is—

changing form

a leminascate

can it all be

selfless 

words & actions,

are they enough?

like the rocks that love the water which kisses them,

the eternal dance 

of stability & moving union.

***

after noon

soft dreams

downstream

count backwards

from twenty

& forth

until the numbers dissolve

facts turn to feeling

& the border boxes break free

natural & unseen

patterns yet changing

each non-moment still

like pre-dawn’s cirrus

the dance like curtain

unfold away lights

strong-

the elements

burnt sun

ice water

really

feeling it all

full

heart

full

mind

full

of

nothing

as it should BE

always still

&  moving

seed to harvest

sow

in to morrow

with Love’s light

blasting

*

1.17.16

amethyst

charged

emerald & selentine

dreams directed

by the mind’s wind

candlewax drip

fixed on fingers

the torch lights

our nightcrawl

naked under the quarter moon

& the river runs high

poison toads

& branches that split,

graze under the soles

night becomes dawn

time told by Sky

the visions change in Ember’s logs

consume gadgets not necessary

almighty mother fire force

acts, destroys, creates

our womb ignite

as we place hot stones on our sacral chakras,

active the living unacknowledged children

the family of us

&

the natural

All living as one.

water pulleys from the creek,

the new flow.

the same water near passes

over our feet twice

our collective feeling,

on solid foundations.

***

when I’m alone

& write poems

of travelers notes

how real addictions can be

to communication

sugar from the parasite

all the world addicted to the white mans crystal

ancient ruins of conquest

how to get away

from conquerer mentality?

can we remove ourselves from history?

why do we capture another?

separate, control, dominate

trapped in the material system

material hunger

we are spiritual beings

meant to live like plants

will it disappear as the bombs go

the few who print the papers

the chemicals & vaccines

police and sex tourists

drag us where?

the north and south pole

on the same earth.

*

morning meditation on the river dock

silver smokerings oscillate

tubes of ashes fall

the air moves east

& the river rolls west—

wind & water

frankincense & appelblauwzeegroen

their dance

smooth & constant

like thoughts dancing along the rivers

(background noise is all)

no use to anticipate

the next moment

or dwell

the past moment

who you were

what you said

what you thought

what you felt

meaningless

when we live in the mind

in our fears, pain, or planning

we will miss the sweet kiss

of wind on our lips,

the first sip of coffee, bitter

the way the monkeypod shines crimson

gleams bark in the noon sun,

the glory in taking a inhale deep

in tune with the sway of the trees,

you may not see

the makeshift fishingrod

of sticks & shells

the bearded fishermans tailored pants

beside me on the dock

what are we trying to catch?

how simple to speak in silence

when we are at peace,

knowing we swim through these bodies

beyond our crown

beneath our feet

complete

in the profound simplicity

of stillness.

***

day mares

1.7.16

cold breeze & hard nips

a woman sings go ask alice 

and the naked children shushing me

under fallen ladders ex-lovers

with newfound company locked

out of the room of togetherness

outside, the observer watches

the time

a stolen wristwatch

a sun blistered lip,

salty like sea waves

& bad barganing

what golden melancholy brings

an even pace a meditation

a clearing of nebulous brain lobes

rotten with acid washed

down gopher holes

bruised & fallen tangerines

which do we shape shift into

focus our energy our hearts

we can be the potted plant

or are we already,

and who is the gardener?

****

san marcos sound wave

lights across the lake, starry

dogfights in the calle

endless & ghastly

cries of infants constant

like crickets

& fireworks

thrown reckless

like the piles of shit

scattered on cement

trumpets & flutes

balancing cop cars on fire

across the lake

peace in the balance

of turquoise caldera

the mother lake

has waves.

*

*

when i heard pretchel speak of

the navel—

bellybutton of the earth

blood sacrificed from the

hard hits

deep fingered

dirty regrets

just to sleep in a bed

away from the nightmares shadow/work

9-5 & 5-9

what a way to pass the time

we jump off the piers onto boats

trembling volcanos make our circles as we

kiss on the mouth

bless the food

break the blender

pull the Devil

karma

as orange the Sun understand

could twist that way

pure BLISS the goddess

we are all a part of

perfect nothingness

nonetheless

i am you

are me

what i do to you

i do to me

when i pour out my mind

like lemonade

the sun shines through

shitshow brigade

body ecstasy

outside the body

we were born as two

we were born without shoes

without the navel of the earth

that keeps

pulling us back.

***

friends with scorpions

the all-knowing scorpion

aliens

why do they return

to the same places

same beds like

second-time lovers

who think they can get by

hiding beneath your pillow

while you wonder in silence

what it will take to be strong

amid Surprise

**

5.18

sleep paralysis

& dead drunks on the sidewalk

brains hanging loose over

puddle of blood sangria

faerira any excuse

to drink to death

feel the pain in my kidneys

free the beating heart parasite

pulse in my body

pulse in my pulse

in my despair,

mary oliver’s wild geese sing,

tell me of yours

i will tell you mine

tell me why the shadow man

comes at the coldest part of night

sun rise before

we rise too

pretend these bodies

will keep us going

and the wind will carry us

in the way she pleases

living to die noble

or living humbly?

***

6.20

sweetwater

the little pleasures-

to graze my tongue along a frozen mango

perfectly ripe

deep orange, unique & so sensual,

craving union with the mouth

to remain nude all day in the jungle

to dance wildly to a drumbeat capable of visioning

to hear ruiz shout the problems of the mind

to think of life outside misery

to cook granola on the fire

to free the lice eggs from my head

to view problems as roadblocks

water-filled potholes choose

how to get through and admire the turtle.

reptilian overload

to see the birth of the day—

the fresh black baby chick

bounce under mamas wing

to roam freely & pick cactus spikes

to prepare dinner

all when the negativity has stepped out. 

***

jellyfish regenerate, they are the aliens of the sea. 

how to live naturally, harmoniously

here i am, meant to

reflect the fucked up system i am from,

to encourage others to return to the land.

wake up & work together

return to simplicity

not selfishness, pleasure & comfort

we meet the right people at the right time.

truth comes in action & awakening

not the the illusion of movement

or perception deception.

thank you iyke

***

*

not feeling

vs. feeling it all

meant to ascend

& experience nothing

do you love rollercoasters

or are we?

*

poems hidden in moleskins

in a sugar-addicted consumer country

malnutrition consciousness

school teachers in system to know the enemy

there’s a reason why the madmen cooped up in the jungle

away from us all

& there’s a reason why the city folk stay cooped up in concrete,

swarm like fish, absorbed in screens & button

virtual reality, where Gaia Mama

shows her pubes in remote rooftops

the belief in the debt coins & papers

manifest by three generations of puppeteers.

And yet-

who feels more alive?

i see the frustrated alien bacteria control the game

war mentality,

beheading kittens 

craves community-

yet blows them away with the word vomit violence.

hate the system, know the system

to use the system,let the system

control how much can we control?

how much will outside stimuli satisfy?

busy consume interweb-reliant

instantly gratified

forget what is really gratification, blessings

how many systems

no different species

we are infinite,

nonlinear time

no reptiles control

don’t get caught up in the spiderweb of the world

who weaves your dreams?

the spiders body, lemniscate

forever expanding

intend, manifest, unchain, let be.

you  hate poetry because it doesn’t move fast enough

& paints a portrait too pretty

unknowing that scenery

& the white spaces

speak and move in in ways

the human body could never.

spinning in the cycle of earthly life

creatures on the wheel, darwin

hired to tell us dog-eat-dog

& win not work together

lets separate for power & call it evolution.

but we eat too. we eat chemicals in candy

the white man’s crack, let memory be a hard drive

in the computers of our minds.

backpacker dilemma

live in love

live to get high

live in fear

live to die

live to live

***

morning coffee with crazed

one way to wake up.

irony of sitting & talking

the real parasite the defeat of pessimism

when truth speaks

don’t be insulted

swimming in sweat

in the mexican sun

caked dirt

being in isolation

makes one angrier?

lonelier?

working together

the real solution

instead of believing

in the money go-round

that separates us in our boxes

our safe.

*

in a meat-excessive society

to fight, kill, invade

poison the food

control the water

damage the sea

leak nuclear waste

when free energy

could fix it all?

ets walk, step by step,

mindful

in our place

in the evolution

of being, aware

of control, corruption

of our ripple, on ourselves

into the universe and under the stars.

remember what hicks said,

we are all expressions of the same ocean

6.16

each day i’m asked by a mexican man

why I’m traveling alone

they don’t understand

im not alone

last weeks companion

a parasite in my gut

and now i have a family of lice on my head.

eggs waiting to watch

you see

i attract the finest suitors to share myself with

you wouldn’t think they wouldn’t want to join me

as i walk for hours in vernal Mexican sun

eating only fruit

living away from traditional travelers

caught in the system

on vacation oil their money runs out

drinking their way along the hostel road

sightseeing the hits of their tourist books

you are your surroundings

you are your environment

express the unique wave

you image yourself to be

all your beliefs

shaped by stimuli, external

reflections

pregnant in the dreamscape.

*

fast-paced taqueria tales

i find it silly to spend much money on myself

pay the price of locals

& sit at the tamale stand

on the street corner

with teens and papas

& saucy mujer server

(always love that central american women are not afraid to laugh at you)

behind the counter like a dealer

in the casino of the calle.

bright lights

of the coke machine behind her

& bad television, sports that fuel the town

in the sugar-addicted novella.

division as entertainment.

hit me.

another tamale strikes the bar

with swift hands,

the 40 peso workday

soft camote sleeps in a bed of corn

under a blanket of hot sauce.

hit me.

*

a week of accidental fruitarianism.

can’t stand the heat

reptilian land

a far walk to the village

flesh-eating bacteria going around

the one who passes gives me a ride

with shotguns in the backseat

he eyes it & grins,

“are you scared?”

*

today a gang member

tattooed tears under his eye

in an iron blue shirt

large bodyguard

working the tourist turtle beach

like a chessboard

eyescans

hustling at the entrance

to watch all who come & go

like prey. he lent me

his nephew’s jacket

from his swanky rick roller

family car

and thought about

the slice of cheesecake in the dumpster

you can find sweet things hiding

in all corners of the earth.

*

pat watches as papayas

do the reverse-rainbow dance

satisfied, self-reliant

as the green parrots pass

& a new pair of eyes

hatch from the egg.

meanwhile, the masses dive

in binary systems

of separation, run the wheel of the money-go-round

chew on the potent chemicals,

live inside cement boxes,

domesticated mice working for money-driven madmen

but

since time isn’t linear

& the seeds have been planted

what you seek

is seeking you

in the karmic cycle

of non-attachment

non-aversion

true action.

with steady hands,

a quiet mind,

patience

you’ll watch the earth

return to tribe or die.

*

flora teaches us

to honor what’s growing

follow new life

all realities created

*

christmas eve in the mayan jungle

mules do the pleasure bankroll not he dirt

as the rainbow scale turkeys peek aimlessly from the forest

the jaguar stalks the deer behind us

& the howler monkeys do the tree-top tango.

their call like a lion

i practice the guitarita

watch makeshift football

& lazing hammock brothers sway

blistered soles from miles of dirt deep

treks through mosquito village

i miss my blood family

yet present with my tree family.

my ancestors in their mysteries

corn & snake gods

modern looters & night guards

body full like the moon,

blood sacrifices and love rituals on the jaguar pyramid,

solstice of the waves of this recycled life

of forgiveness.

*