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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Wonderland - Mike Duarte x Reader

Tagging: @nessamc @xmoonknightlyx @jayblackpanther @crazy4chickennuggets @annetje @mysoulisasunflower @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes @storiesofsvu

It was early and no one came onto the top floor of the parking garage at this hour. The radio in the car was on, music playing in a low undercurrent as you straddled Mike’s hips in the driver’s seat of his SUV. It was a tight squeeze but somehow the two of you made it work. Your hands were in his hair, chests pressed so hard together he swore he could feel the beat of your heart through your shirt. He kissed you with abandonment, passion racing through his veins like a wildfire, eating up his sanity.

“I can’t keep my hands off you.” he confessed against your lips, his fingertips ghosting underneath the crisp white fabric and blazing a trail that followed the lines of your body. “I feel like a fucking teenager.”

Your hand reached down the side of the seat, grasping the leaver so that the back of the seat sprung down. Mike yelped, a startled expression on his features as he ended up flat on his back. He looked at you, skin flushing and breathless before letting out a laugh at the exhilaration. His hands came to rest on your thighs squeezing lightly.

“You look good like this.” You told him with sultry eyes as you rolled your hips just a little grinding down on the hard length in his jeans. “Laid out underneath me.”

“You like having me in this position?” He asked you, his tone rough, his palms grasping your hips as he thrust up against your core. “Mi vida, I would let you do anything you wanted.”

You let out a moan at the admission, leaning over him. You gripped his wrists lightly, pinning them on either side of his head, your lips brushing over his as you arched against his needly cock. He jerked underneath you at the sensation, a needy grunt tearing from his throat. You silenced him with a sinful kiss, filled with unspoken promises for the night ahead.

The familiar chime of his cell phone cut through the moment and Mike sighed as he lay underneath you, the alarm he’d set blaring. It hadn’t felt like thirty minutes but then again it never did with you. He lost entire chunks of time when he got his hands on you which is why he set the alarm in the first place.

“We need to get moving.” He grumbled, slipping his hand into the pocket of his jacket before silencing it.

“I’ll go first.” You told him, straightening your shirt. His dark eyes were on you, feverish and fierce and you could tell he was considering throwing caution to the wind.

“You have a CompStat meeting.” You reminded him, pushing open the driver’s side door and stepping out of the vehicle.

Mike rolled his eyes at your words, adjusting the seat back to its original position.

“I’m gonna need a minute anyway.” He said glancing down pointedly at the erection jutting against the seam of his jeans. “Maybe two.”

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aurorangen · 1 year

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Get to know me

[useless info edition]

I was tagged by: @windslar thank you for tagging me <3

1. What do you have under your bed? my bed is wrapped around at the bottom so nothing

2. Favorite candy? (be very specific if possible): i dont eat a lot of candy now but i remember kopiko candy! i miss the taste

3. Describe your favorite shirt: my burgundy hoodie!! at the end of highschool we were given leavers hoodies with our names and year number written on the back!

4. The last thing you drew/doodled was: some design sketches for robotics class

5. Are you completely sober rn? yes

6. What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? chewing with your mouth open

7. Have you ever gotten you tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? nope

8. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? home so i can have my mums cooking again!

9. What was the single last word you spoke? GOOOAAALLL!!! watching football you know

Tag whoever you'd like to know better: @duusheen @minty-plumbob @aviesims @gourmetsimmer @estah but feel free to ignore!!

#rambles #non sims #tag game

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chaolie · 3 years

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Fundy Week, Day 6 - Self Love

MCC distracted me for a bit, so this is kinda late again, but that's okay because I had fun watching it! Here's what I managed to create for @fundyfiles' Fundy Week today! Another fic not taking place on DSMP, but on Cogchamp this time! You can also find it on my Ao3!

Characters: Fundy, 5up, Sam, Crumb, Ranboo, Tubbo

Words: 2k

Warnings: none

Summary: Fundy has an incredible day with his cogchamp friends, and finds a reason after a reason to feel proud of himself.

Fundy awoke to the soft humming of the machinery near him and the smell of fresh bread. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before allowing himself to look around. He found himself in one of the beds near the bread factory, just barely out of shade the windmill gave. He also spotted 5up and Sam in the two other beds, right by his side, both still asleep. He considered waking them up, but eventually decided to let them rest for a bit longer, it was such a peaceful morning after all.

He carefully left the bed and after briefly straightening the sheets, he made his way towards the wheat farm. Noticeably, the plants managed to grow overnight, meaning that they could run the tractor again before heading back to their main bases. But with that, he wanted to wait for everyone to wake up. That’s why, instead, he made his way over to the bread factory itself, watching as the last bits of wheat and seeds were getting sorted.

This was nice. Even after working for the entire night, the machine seemed to be just as efficient, he, Crumb, and 5up must’ve done a really great job building it. With a smile on his face, he slowly made his way around it, admiring all the different parts of it and looking back on when they built it. Sure, there were some issues they had to deal with back then, but he was proud to conclude that they found just the right ways around them. Everything seemed to be flawless now.

He finally reached the chest collecting all the bread being produced and opened it, making the smell of freshly baked pastry in the air far more intense. He simply enjoyed it for a moment before reaching inside and taking out a bunch of loaves, some still hot at the touch. He carefully placed them in a bag he had with him. Surely, that would be enough for everyone, right? He couldn’t wait for the big breakfast they were planning, the bread from the factory always seemed to taste so much better when they all shared it. His peaceful thoughts were stopped by a quiet explosion nearby, followed by two shocked gasps.

“I didn’t do that!” Sam claimed, backing away from the now-smoking tractor. 5up was near him, trying not to laugh.

“I mean, I’m not the one who touched it,” he pointed out before approaching the machine and examining it. “...Hm, maybe if we just…” he wondered, and whatever he did, made more smoke raise.

“Oh god, it broke again?” Fundy asked, joining the two near the machine.

“Yeah…” Sam nodded, not risking approaching it again.

“Great. Let me take a look,” the fox hybrid sighed, removing a detachable piece of it see the mechanism inside. “Hm. This looks fixable,” he decided, reaching inside and rearranging the gears while the other two watched.

“Do you need anything?” 5up asked, making Fundy pause for a moment.

“Yeah, my wrench, actually,” he decided. “Oh, also a bucket of water,” he added after taking one more look inside.

“I can get the water,” Sam offered, grabbing a bucket laying nearby and heading towards the river close to the farm.

“I’ll get the wrench, then,” 5up concluded, heading away as well.

“Thanks,” Fundy called after them before going back to his previous job.

Soon enough, he had all the things he asked for. He used the water to clean a couple of cogs and secured some others with the wrench before putting the casing back on. He patted the machine for good luck, and it didn’t explode at the touch, so that was a great sign. He nodded to himself in approval before turning to look at his company again.

“Alright, that should be working now. Who wants to go inside?” he asked, and watched as the two glanced at each other.

“Can I do that?” Sam asked, looking between 5up and Fundy.

“Go ahead,” 5up nodded, Fundy mirroring the gesture.

“Yeah, of course!” he confirmed, and Sam quickly climbed into the tractor. By the time he did, Fundy was already by the button, ready to set the machine into motion. “If it explodes, that’s on me,” he warned, and the creeper hybrid turned to look at him.

“Wait, then-” he tried to say, but Fundy already pressed the button. The tractor let out a concerning sound, as it usually did, before moving from its place and quickly riding into the wheat.

Fundy and 5up both laughed as Sam almost lost his balance when the machine moved, but to the fox hybrid’s credit, it seemed to work flawlessly. They both quickly calmed themselves and just watched as the tractor collected the grown wheat and Sam cheered from inside of it.

“I am just so great at fixing it,” Fundy hummed to himself, and 5up nodded.

“You sure are,” he agreed, loosely following the tractor with his gaze. “Don’t think we’d manage to fix it without you.”

“Thanks,” the fox hybrid smiled, it felt nice to be appreciated.

“Of course. W-wait- Crumb’s flowers!” 5up remembered, already running towards the small field of colorful plants.

“Oh no!” Fundy gasped, following close behind.

***

They reached their main bases and reunited with Tubbo, Ranboo, and Crumb a bit over an hour later, and finally got to eat their breakfast together. Everyone complimented the bread, it really seemed to taste better when they could share it with each other. As it turned out, the other 3 prepared something as well, so after the food Fundy brought was finished, they all got to enjoy a small cake as well. Maybe it wasn’t quite a ‘breakfast’ kind of food, but it sure tasted great, and what more could they expect?

“Oh, by the way!” Fundy started once they were all done eating. “I want to show you all a little project I worked on recently!” he explained, and everyone seemed curious.

“Sure, what is it?” Sam asked, but the fox hybrid shook his head.

“A surprise?” he answered after a moment.

“I hope it doesn’t explode,” Ranboo commented, getting up from his seat as a way of showing that he was ready to go.

“I mean… that could be kind of cool, though?” Tubbo suggested, ready to follow Fundy as well.

“Yeah! Explosions are cool!” Crumb agreed cheerfully.

“Look, I can promise it won’t kill you,” Fundy guaranteed, though it did not reassure anyone.

“Great. So it explodes?” 5up asked, but received no answer. “Alright, lead the way,” he decided.

“Everyone follow me, then!” the fox hybrid hummed, walking in the direction of his and Ranboo’s mine.

He led all of his friends down the cobblestone stairs, into the said mine, and it didn’t take them long to reach the bottom of it. There, the most noticeable change was a giant wall made out of wooden planks, blocking the view into one of the tunnels. It was mostly blank, but a couple of leavers were placed neatly next to one another in the right corner. Fundy quickly ran over to them, and most of the people followed him. Only Ranboo stayed behind, baffled at the new wall.

“For how long has this thing been here?” he asked, carefully approaching it.

“A week?” Fundy answered uncertainly, putting a hand over the first leaver.

“So, what is this?” 5up asked, curiously putting a hand on the wall.

“Step back, listen, and find out yourselves,” the fox hybrid instructed before pulling the first leaver. For a moment, everything was quiet, but then, a steady melody sounded from behind the wall. “Alright, now this…” he muttered to himself, pulling a few more leavers. And with each one, more sounds appeared on the other side.

“...Is that a noteblock song?” Sam asked finally, quietly enough to avoid speaking over the music. Fundy nodded excitedly as he pulled the final leaver.

“Yeah!” he confirmed with a proud grin, listening to the music on the other side of the wall.

“That’s amazing!” Ranboo said quietly.

“Yeah! Did you do that yourself?” Tubbo asked, amazement written all over his face.

“I sure did!” he confirmed, stepping back and joining his friends. “I guess I still need to fix the pacing a little bit, but it’s fine, isn’t it?”

“It’s perfect!” Crumb answered almost immediately, and most of the people muttered quiet agreements.

“Hm, can I see how this works later?” 5up asked, trying to see if there was any way of going around the wall.

“Well, it’s not too impressive back there, it’s just some Redstone slapped together,” Fundy admitted, watching everyone’s reactions. Some of his friends turned to look at him, surprised.

“Wait, you didn’t use any cogs or anything?” Tubbo asked, a confused frown appearing on his face briefly.

“Yeah! This was a hobby of mine, I built things like that long before figuring out that cogs even existed,” the fox hybrid explained.

“That’s really cool!” Ranboo said, nodding along to the music.

“Now I really want to see the Redstone behind it!” 5up admitted. “I tried making one a while back, but it wouldn’t work no matter what I did.”

“Oh, I can show you how to make them work whenever you want me to!” Fundy offered quickly.

“I want to learn too!” Crumb announced.

“Can I tag along? I really want to make one myself, too,” Sam added. Fundy nodded quickly.

“Yeah, of course! We can make it like, a noteblock course for everyone, if you want?” he suggested. Tubbo and Ranboo glanced at each other before nodding.

“Let’s do that!” Tubbo agreed with a smile.

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” Ranboo hummed.

After that, they all went quiet and listened to the music, and Fundy felt proud of how it came out. Suddenly, even the one off-beat part of the song sounded as if it was meant to be there, creating a new harmony with the other noteblocks. He smiled, allowing himself to relax. Using cogs or not, he managed to create something quite beautiful.

***

“Hey, Fundy?” Crumb called after him not long after they left the mine.

“Yeah, Crumb?” he answered, stopping to let her catch up to him.

“...Do we have any cocoa beans? I want to try making chocolate milk,” she asked finally after a moment of hesitation.

“Hm… Don’t think we do… I don’t think we even found a proper jungle yet,” he answered, but still tried to search his memory for something that could help.

“Oh. That’s alright, we’ll find one soon!” the cat hybrid concluded. That’s when Fundy’s face lit up as he remembered something useful.

“You know what I do have, though?” he asked. She looked at him with curiosity as she waited for him to explain. “...I have a flying machine almost ready for takeoff. If you help me get some glue, we could probably finish it today! And then, we can fly it to find a jungle!” he realized, a bright smile appearing on his face as he formed the plan.

“That’s awesome!” Crumb gasped. “I’ll go look for some glue!” she decided, quickly running off to start her search.

“I’ll be by my base!” he called after her before heading there, filled with newfound energy to finish the machine.

***

Unlike what he heard in the morning, the machinery was far louder as he watched the sunset. He wasn’t too surprised though, the flying machine seemed a bit scuffed from the very beginning. Still, it took off first-try, so as he watched the sun hide behind the horizon, he put that on his list of things to be proud of. He did amazing, he and everyone else who contributed to the build.

Despite the loud sounds, it was relaxing to sit up there and watch the world from above. And despite someone already threatening to throw someone else off, it felt peaceful. Fundy found himself smiling, this was great. He couldn’t think of a place he was happier at, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t Cogchamp.

This was home.

#I finished this at 3:30 am can you tell?? /hj #fundy #c!fundy #actually im just tagging him because everyone else has a smaller role and i don't want to trash their tags #cogchamp smp #mcyt #my writing #fundyweek2021

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frospino · 4 years

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Hello friends! I'll start using my tumblr as a personal blog as well (the theme, tags, etc will stay the same). If you don't want to read my personal posts, please mute the tag SAI life (as seen on this post)!

For those of you who are interested in the person behind this blog, have a little introduction :)

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My name is Patrizia, though online I go by SAI or Zia. The stylization is optional! My pronouns are she/her, I'm 27 y/o and live in Germany. I lived in Scotland from 2015-16, just before brexit happened, and the country holds my heart. (still judging each and every one of the leavers ngl)

I'm currently job-hunting after a particularly rough mental illness patch (more below). I had to quit doing my PhD in authorship studies :( and am now sort of... In a phase of self-searching?

I suffer from depression and generalised anxiety, as well as disordered thinking when it comes to eating, so that will plop up in personal posts. I'll tag with TW depression, TW anxiety, TW eating disorder!!

Always feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if you want to talk :)

#SAI life

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maurice-and-music · 4 years

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Thank you @my-darling-boy for tagging me! xx

🏡ARE YOU STAYING HOME FROM WORK OR SCHOOL?

Yep, staying home from school. Missing out on my last year of 6th form :((

🏡IF YOU’RE STAYING HOME, WHO IS THERE WITH YOU?

My parents, my younger brother, and my two older sisters. They are driving me slightly insane :)

🏡ARE YOU A HOMEBODY?

I suppose so, but currently I’ve got lots of school work so it isn’t exactly fun. Also I miss seeing my friends!!

🏡AN EVENT YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT GOT CANCELLED?

I was meant to be going to Austria on a school music tour, but that’s been postponed to next summer. Also my Leavers’ Ball may well be cancelled :(

🏡WHAT SHOWS ARE YOU WATCHING?

I’m watching Belgravia with my family. It’s so-so.

🏡WHAT MUSIC ARE YOU LISTENING TO?

SO much Simon & Garfunkel and Paul Simon. An unhealthy amount

🏡WHAT ARE YOU READING?

Not much currently, but I’m going to finish An Oresteia by Anne Carson asap.

🏡WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR SELF CARE?

I am watching loads of films and eating lots of chocolate. Also face-timing my best friend as frequently as possible :’)

I tag @mars-bealey, @mauricescudder, @bibelots, @garfunkel-and-simon and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tagged #covid

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dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade · 4 years

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What my Tumblr means

Thank you @mountainofthesunn for tagging me! <3 I did this a while ago but I changed some stuff meanwhile so why not do it again haha

Header: it’s Nick Cave performing “From her to eternity” in Wings of Desire/Der Himmel über Berlin. I love that movie and that song in particular, so together they’re the perfect mix if you ask me

Icon: Nick Cave and half of Blixa’s haircut

Description: " "She's an angel straight from hell" // Writing stuff, being dramatic, the usual business // DM's are open, feel free to message me anytime. // Masterpost“ -- A quote from “Lover, Leaver” from GVF, one of my favorite songs; a lame description and an even lamer plead to be paid attention to and HONESTLY I WANNA MAKE FRIENDS BUT I AM AFRAID TO TEXT FIRST sorry; then it’s a link to my masterpost of fics

Content: it’s all over the place, really. 80s stuff, a lot of Blixa Bargeld, Einstürzende Neubauten, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. Also pretty much GVF, nature pics, quotes, whatever I find on this site and i like

Background color: some kind of red that tends toward coral red (on mobile); white on desktop

Letter color: black, on both mobile and desktop

URL meaning: they’re from “Talk Tonight” by Oasis. It goes something like “All your dreams are made/ Of strawberry lemonade/ And you make sure I eat tonight/ You take me walking/ To where you played when you were young.” It was a song that was allegedly written while Noel Gallagher quit the Oasis 94 American tour (I think) and he ran back to a girl he met in San Francisco and this song was about her

Tumblr name meaning: "You better run” is a line from a Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds song, “City of Refuge”. I really liked how repetitive it was in the song, almost like a theme and I decided to stick with it in the end as a title because I remember that growing up, I was always told to run - whether it was figurative or not. Run in PE class; run in order to reach my goals in life etc. “You better run” would easily be the advice I had been told most as a child, no matter of its original scope

I am tagging @rainberrycurses, @myownparadise96, @satans-helper, @clandestine-intestine, @pallanwen, @karrotkate and whoever wants to do it! Also, don’t feel obligated to do it!

#about me #tag game

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lantern-inthenight · 5 years

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How would each of the boys react to finding a pregnancy test like in the trash before you could actually tell them you were pregnant?

Since our boys are still p young, I’m gonna ask y’all to imagine that these take place in a Future!AU, where everyone is like,,,30 idk

Special thanks to @youmakeme-wonder for helping me brainstorm for these ❤️

Danny

You and Danny don’t necessarily plan to get pregnant

Sure, you want to have a kid, but the two of you figure it will just happen when it happens

You’re sitting in the living room, thumbing through a book

Danny is going through the house, emptying the bins bc tomorrow is trash day

There’s a loud crash in the bathroom, prompting you to look up

It sounded like Danny dropped everything he was carrying

You get up to go check on him, and find that that’s exactly what happened

“Babe, are you okay?”

You round the corner and see Danny standing there, surrounded by the trash he just dropped

He’s holding the pregnancy test you took a couple days ago, staring at you in shock

Oh shit.

“Babe, it’s okay,” you start to soothe him

But Danny laughs, actually laughs, and runs to you there in the doorway

His arms are around you in an instant, for the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten

“You’re pregnant?” He breathes, his voice almost a shout from how excited he is. You nod into his shouder

“Yeah,” you giggle

He picks you up, and you feel yourself spinning as the two of you laugh

“How long have you known?” He’s not critical; he genuinely wants to know

You start crying, and touch his face gently

“Only two days. But I have a doctor appointment next week.”

Danny’s eyes are welling up with tears, and he just hugs you again, because words couldn’t come close to how he’s feeling

When he sets you down, he immediately falls to his knees in front of you and kisses your stomach

“You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he tells you, as you run your hand through his hair and cradle his face

“You too,” you quip, and the two of you laugh before hugging again

Jake

Jake usually greets you at the door when you bring home his favorite Chinese takeout, but he’s nowhere to be found when you walk in

“Jake? Honey, I’ve got dinner.”

You set the food on the kitchen counter, and look around

The TV is on, but Jake isn’t there. You check the backyard. No Jake there, either. Bedroom? Empty.

Lastly, you go into the bathroom to see if Jake is taking a shower where you could happily join him

But the thought leaves your head the moment you see Jake, sitting on the edge of the bathtub

His right hand is closed around the pregnancy test he’s holding

The screen is peeking out from his fingers, revealing the little pink + sign

Jake doesn’t react when you walk in

He’s just staring at the wall, completely motionless

“Jake?” You ask cautiously, inching nearer to him

You sit down next to him, rubbing his arm to soothe him

You had been trying for almost two years.

After a moment, Jake whispered

“When did you take this?”

“Yesterday,” you answer. “I have a doctor appointment tomorrow to confirm it. But I missed my period last month.”

“This is really happening,” Jake mutters, still staring at the wall

But after a moment, he just cracks

He looks at you, tears spilling down his cheeks

“We’re having a baby?”

You nod. “We’re having a baby, Jake.”

The look on his face is indescribable, and he just buries his face in your shoulder, weeping softly

You hold each other for a few minutes, crying tears of pure joy and relief

You eventually pull away, brushing his tears away with your thumbs as Jake’s hand falls to your belly

“I hope she likes Chinese food,” you joke, and the two of you burst into laughter

Josh

Josh finds out you’re pregnant the night you come home from your first OB appointment

But he didn’t exactly find out the way you wanted him to

He was digging through the bathroom drawer for a pair of nail clippers, complaining loudly when he couldn’t find them

“Just grab mine out of my purse! It’s in the kitchen,” you yell from the couch

But you freeze stiff where you’re sitting

Because your purse is currently full of prenatal vitamins and pamphlets about what not to eat when you’re with child

And you just told your unsuspecting husband to open the very same purse to get nail clippers

You stand up quickly, but it’s too late

Josh is standing at the kitchen counter, holding a bottle of pregnancy vitamins, looking like a curly-haired deer in the headlights

“Babe, this is a bottle of prenatal vitamins,” he says to you, apparently not absorbing the information in front of him

“Yes...” you answer, a few feet away, waiting for it to hit him

Josh laughs. “But these are for pregnant people.”

You raise your eyebrows at him

Josh gasps, looking from the pill bottle to you, and back again

There it is, you think

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes. You nod. Josh takes a deep breath, and you brace yourself for the noise

Josh just starts making guttural shrieks, gesturing at you and flailing his arms while he runs to you

Seriously, he can’t stop hollering

You know he can’t help himself, though, and you just nod and laugh along

Josh is beyond joyful, and actually manages to hyperventilate between screaming excitedly and kissing your face

So much so that he quite literally passes out in the living room

Well, you think, putting a pillow underneath his head, At least the living room is carpeted

Sam

Your arms are overflowing when you come through the door

“Hey babe, let me help you with those!” Sam bounds up to you, grinning widely, but you push past him in a manner that is nothing short of shady

Sam frowns, but shrugs it off

Little does he know that you went to the bookstore for a reason: research

You set the books down on your desk, making sure to cover up What to Expect When You’re Expecting with other books and clutter

You and Sam settle in for a nice night of watching movies on the couch

It’s quiet and peaceful, until Sam gets up to pee

On his way back from the bathroom, he bumps into your desk

The carefully arranged pile of books comes crashing down, sending your things everywhere

You frown, and sit up on the couch

“Babe, is everything okay?” You call out

“Yeah, it’s fine! I just knocked over some of your new books--”

Your eyes widen

“--but it’s okay, I can just put them b-- wait. What?” He mutters that last part to himself, and you close your eyes

You hear Sam shuffle back into the living room, and you open your eyes to look at him

He’s holding the very book you didn’t want him to see, his mouth agape

You give him a scared smile, your heart pounding

“...Surprise?” you guess.

“You--you’re--we’re,” Sam can’t find the words. You can only nod, chuckling to yourself

Sam sprints across the room and drops to his knees in front of you

He presses kiss after kiss to your tummy, and you notice his eyes shining in the dim light

“You’re really--?”

“Pregnant, yeah,” you finish for him

Sam laughs, a musical and beautiful sound

He has questions, so many questions, but you answer them all as best you can. At one point he frowns

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was gonna do a grand reveal,” you reply, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

“That’s okay,” Sam answers, hugging your middle, “I don’t want it any other way.”

Tag List: @mr-stank-i-dont-feel-so-dank, @jeordinevankiszka, @that-glassbottomed-ego, @kissthesun-fightthefire, @lover--leaver, @myownparadise96, @satans-helper, @songbirdkisses, @bluewillowmom

#gvf #Greta Van Fleet #hcs #writing #blurbs #danny wagner #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka

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hrhgeorgevi · 4 years

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[TV REPORT] ON THE MAT III

18 April 2020

(Taped Saturday 4 April at Wolverhampton Civic Hall and 6 April at Liverpool Stadium)

Welcome

Dougie Wright opens the show, not from ringside as normal but sat in the changing rooms, trousers smartly pressed, mustard turtle neck and navy blazer, his hair slicked back - microphone in hand. He is also holding the British Commonwealth Heavyweight Championship belt.

“Greetings, grapple fans” - he says. Next to him, lacing his boots is Barry Bridges.

We’re told we’ll see three bouts on this afternoon’s show - all of which are Championship contests, including the main event featuring ‘Battling’ Barry Bridges taking on Canada’s ‘Benjamin ‘Bruiser’ Benson.

“But first we head to the West Midlands, where a few weeks ago - 4 April to be exact Mexico brothers Los Metallica Panthers made their first defence of the World Trios Championships against Northern Irish brothers John and Jimmy Murphy along with their regular partner - Scotland’s Les Allen.

[1] Metallica Panther I, Metallica Panther II and Metallica Panther III © beat Jimmy, John Murphy & Les Allen to retain the World Trios Championships and Belts (Metallica Panther III submitted Jimmy Murphy with the Cristo Metallica in 23:16 with 4:10 shown - first defence).

(Taped Saturday 4 April at Wolverhampton Civic Hall)

Metallica Panther II and Les Allen are in the ring as we join the action, both appear to be getting back to their feet after slugging it out. Allen grabs Panther for a snap suplex but its blocked and Allen is thrown towards Panthers’ corner.

Metallica Panther I is tagged in and Allen is taken apart with kicks to the body before a big slam and cover. John Murphy breaks it up which brings in Metallica Panther III and the two spill to the outside with fists flying.

It looks like Allen is down and out, but as Metallica Panther I attempt to pull Allen to his feet he is rolled up with a small package for a two and three quarters. Many fans - Dougie Wright included thought the match was over.

Allen ducks a right hand, hits a head but of his own and tags in Jimmy Murphy who heads straight to the top rope for a big cross body block but is caught in mid air and dropped down for a Powerslam. Metallica Panther I stumbles back losing his balance allowing his brother Metallica Panther III to tag in and the World Lightweight Champion crosses the legs of Murphy and locks him in a front face look to submit his opponent with the Cristo Metallica for the victory.

Benjamin ‘Bruiser’ Benson Interview

Benson the huge Canadian is filmed earlier in the day. He’s dressed in a white singlet and trucker cap, he’s flanked by Brady Todd in equally casual attire.

“I’ve said since day one that belt is mine Bridges” he shouts, his voice distorted due to the volume.

We’re promised a physical encounter and a new Champion in this evenings main event.

[2] Len Ashurst (195lbs, Bradford, England) and Billy Tucker (c) (205lbs, Clinton, Mississippi, USA) wrestled to a time limit draw for the World Heavy-Middleweight Championship and Belt (First defence, 60:00 draw, 15 minutes shown - clipped)

Both wrestlers are in the ring, Ashurst is seconded by Billy Bingham who has the St Georges Flag while Billy Tucker is seconded by Dexter Eagles who has the USA flag. Referee’s instructions are followed by a handshake. The two circle each other before finally we see a collar and elbow link up. They fight for control but the hold is broken by the referee as they reach the ropes. More feeling each other out before Ashurst executes a single leg takedown, he goes to add a hold but Tucker makes the ropes for another clean break.

Another tie up and Tucker pulls Ashurst into a side headlock, he drops the weight onto his left leg and applies a tight grip but Ashurst pushes Tucker back into the ropes and shoots him across the ring before taking him down off his feet with a big shoulder tackle, there’s a cover but the referee doesn’t even count one.

We join the match again - this time and Dougie Wright informs us these two are already more than fifteen minutes into the contest. Tucker is in full control, he has Ashurst on the mat with figure four leg lock applied. Ashurst - now covered in sweat - his thinning blond hair a mess is struggling to stay in the contest, he shifts his weight though and we see Tucker screaming in pain as he feels the pain of the Figure Four Leg Lock. Eventually he gets to the ropes and the hold is broken.

As Tucker pulls himself up by the ropes - Len Ashurst charges him and they both fly over the top rope to the ringside area - narrowly missing Dougie Wright’s ringside position. The two lay prone for the first half of the referee’s five count but - to the surprise of the audience both manage to slide into the ring at the count of nine.

This time we join the action at the halfway mark - Dougie Wright throwing superlatives around about both men’s conditioning he claims that Ashurst a former member of the Duke of Lancaster Regiment still runs up to ten miles a day. Ashurst has Tucker sat on the top rope and hits a big uppercut that nearly sees Tucker slide down to the ringside area but he grabs hold of the turnbuckle post to stay put. Ashurst climbs up to join him, hooks Tucker’s arm around his own head and lifts him into the air - both men falling crashing to the ring with a big superplex from the middle roe. The referee counts to seven before Ashurst is able to roll an arm onto him for a two count.

Ashurst is suffering some obvious pain to his left knee and shakes his head when the referee asks if he needs any medical attention. Ashurst locks on his trademark surfboard submission move, but he’s to close to the ropes and Tucker is able to wriggle free.

The next time we join the action and we’re 45minutes - both men worse for wear, with Ashurst now suffering a small cut above his right eye. Tucker sees the blood and fires two straight jabs into it, the referee warns Tucker about the use of a closed fist but the eye is now starting to close.

Wright informs us Tucker is a second generation star who has been around the sport his entire life, the American showing all of the crafts he has picked up in that time.

Ashurst hits a bit head but that sends Tucker staggering back, he goes for another one but eats a knee to the mid section by Tucker who then scoops him up and throws him over his shoulder before dropping to his knees for his trademark tombstone reverse piledriver. He hooks the leg but some how Ashurst kicks out. Wright cannot believe it. Three elderly ladies jump from their seat and rush to the apron to check on Ashurst - they’re advised to go back to their seats by his second Billy Bingham.

The final time we join this great contest and we’re in the final stages. Ashurst swinging wildly with the use of one eye and his dark hair now bloody red, the ringside Doctor has left his seat and is carefully examining the action. Dougie Wright reminds us what happened when Metallica Panther III and Johnny Fresno met a few weeks ago and the same doctor stopped the contest due to the amount of blood that Fresno had lost.

Ashurst though still has free in his belly and rocks Tucker with a foreman. Tucker replies with a big right hand and scoops Ashurst up for a another Tombstone, this time Ashurst wriggles free - pushes Tucker down face first to the mat and starts to put him in his surfboard submission.

As soon as Ashurts rolls back and pulls Tucker into the hold the bell rings. There’s a gasp from the audience - Dougie Wright is almost out of breath himself.

Everyone in the hall takes their feet as the two men are helped to theirs by their seconds. Ashurst smiles - knowing he was maybe minutes away from becoming a World Champion while Tucker smiles knowing he still has the Championship and Belt. As the referee returns the belt both men shake hands in the ring.

Post Match

Dougie Wright joins both men in the ring - congratulations both on a great game of human chess.

“Like many here today and no doubt all of the wrestling fans at home - I too would love to see a return bout,” says Wright.

Another handshake and they are both helped from the ring.

Video Package From Albufeira, Portugal

A pre-recorded message from European Heavy-Middleweight Champion Joao Silva.

Silva, dressed in cream linen suit - accentuating his Mediterranean tan his enjoying a cigarette and coffee in the sunshine.

He tells us he has just returned from two defences of his European title and is looking forward to making his first defence of the championship in Britain during his upcoming visit with King George VI Wrestling Club. Silva says that he has heard that Mikolaj Salak is a talented wrestler and will looking forward to the challenge that awaits him as well as the chance to test his skills against many top international athletes.

[3] ‘Battling’ Barry Bridges (c) (251lbs, Deptford, Kent, England) beat Benjamin ‘Bruiser’ Benson (271lbs, Toronto, Canada) to retain the British Commonwealth Heavyweight Championship and Belt (Piledriver in 13:54, first defence, full match shown)

Bridges was seconded by Leon Maddison while Benson by Brady Todd. Formal ring introductions with flags and referee instructions followed. Benson refused a handshake until it was insisted by the referee.

“He’s giving up 20lbs, a large amount in the Heavyweight classification,” Wright informs us refereeing to Barry Bridges. Neither man can gain control through a collar and elbow link up and Benson hits Bridges with an elbow that sends him to the corner where he starts to maul him before the referee is able to interject.

Benson sends the ring rocking with a series of corner to corner clothesline’s and Irish whips. The two Heavyweights then start to trade shoulder tackles but neither can take the other man down. Benson is finally sent crashing to the mat when Bridges hits a hip toss and follows him down for a one count.

Bridges takes control, putting on his typical scientific masterclass, arm leavers into leg bars and then a body scissors - Benson simply isn’t able to get to his feet and use his size against the Champion.

Despite his control there is no submission in sight for Bridges when his attempted Half Nelson sees him sent crashing back into the corner only for Benson to follow him with another one of his running clothesline’s to the corner. Bridges is now on the reverse and being knocked around the ring with some clubbing blows. Benson is able to lift Bridges onto his shoulder and even hits his running Powerslam that has claimed many victims but Bridges gets his foot on the bottom rope.

The referee then nearly disqualifies Benson as he refuses to halt his attack with Bridges tangled in the ropes. His lack of sportsmanship riles up the fans at the Liverpool Stadium and it starts to distract the Canadian allowing Bridges to hit a Piledriver for the win.

Post Match

Bridges lifts the British Commonwealth Heavyweight Championship high into the air as Dougie Wright congratulates him on his victory.

Bridges tells Wright that he will take on any challenger and once he’s finished with those he is more than happy to lay claims to a World Heavyweight Championship.

Next Week

Jackie Joyce puts his British Commonwealth Lightweight Championship and Belt on the lines against Jamaica’s Junior ‘Iron Man’ Morgan, while four champions will be involved in a spectacular Six Man Tag Contest when Mikolaj Salak, Samir Pande, Barry Bridges take on Joao Silva, Eugen Bastiens and Billy Tucker.

“Have a good week, until next week,” - Dougie Wright.

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galaxy-whiskers · 4 years

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I was tagged by @bailandonorris, thanks!

1. what is the colour of your hair brush?

I have a silver paddle brush which I don’t use very often, a transparent and purple swirly coloured (honestly don’t know how else to describe) afro comb, and a regular black comb.

2. name of a food you never eat?

Tuna, can’t stand it. To be honest, I eat most things if they’re warm, but VERY fussy when it comes to cold food

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

Definitely too hot! I still have a fan on in the winter at night time

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Playing Animal Crossing, tried to catch some tarantulas because Flick is on my island but the dodos don’t seem to want to send me to any decent islands so my mission was unsuccessful

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

That’s a hard one... probably either Cadbury’s marvelous creations with the jelly beans and popping candy, darkmilk, or the one with oreos. Snickers are pretty great too, also Kinder Bueno and just Kinder chocolate in general. Basically, what I’m saying is I love chocolate

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes, I went to the London 2012 Olympics to watch show jumping, football and basketball! Have probably been to others? Really want to go to Wimbledon at some point but not sure when I’ll be able to do that. Does dog agility count as sport? Seen it at Crufts multiple times

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

‘Night night curly shoes’ - a goodnight wish for my sweet doggo Ivy

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

I’m a fan of coconut ice cream it has to be said, also honeycomb, and your standard Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough is high up there. Really specifically, the vanilla ice cream from the waffle shop in Cirencester. To be honest, don’t eat much ice cream, not my go-to food choice because I’m lactose intolerant and a lot of it makes me feel sick just thinking about it. Has to be good!

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

Some water, absolute health right here (she says drinking her first glass of water all day after about 4 cans of Pepsi Max whoops)

10. do you like your wallet?

I guess so, yes. Could probably do with a slightly more efficient one but it’s decent

11. what was the last thing you ate?

A jazz apple from the fridge. We have no pink ladies which are the favourites but jazz are pretty tasty too

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

No, only virtual ones in Animal Crossing. I haven’t been clothes shopping in so long and doesn’t look like that will change anytime soon

13. last sporting event you watched?

Honestly no idea, since all the sport has been cancelled for a while I can’t think what the last thing would have been. Probably Cheltenham races on the telly back in February or March or whenever it was?

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

The classic, salty cinema popcorn. Honestly the best

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

Strangely, someone from my secondary school who I haven’t ever spoken to over message before. She posted our leavers video on her Instagram and thought I’d message since I’d been looking for that video for y e a r s and sparked a conversation! She never liked me much back in school I don’t think, she was popular and I really wasn’t so I never properly spoke to her. One of my friends had a bit of drama with her, absolutely hated her, but they eventually became best pals. Also her best pal during most of school really didn’t like me for some reason... anyway, had a nice chat, strange how friendly she seems these days

16. ever go camping?

Uhh well... I’ve been 4 times, 2 of which were for D of E and I can safely say I’ve never had a good experience. First time, the people in the tent next to us got arrested at 3AM for drugs or something, second time was my dad’s 40th birthday and my brother didn’t know he was allergic to nuts so eating a cake with mixed nuts on the top didn’t go down well for him... also went to a restaurant on the way there with my granny and got a caterpillar in my salad. Third and fourth times, let’s just say D of E was one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll leave it at that... would really like to go camping again though to have a good experience, maybe change my mind on it? I don’t know, willing to give it a try

17. do you take vitamins?

I go through phases, sometimes I take them every day, other times I don’t take them for like 3 months

18. do you go to church every sunday?

I used to, but as I got older I slowly went less and less until I didn’t go at all. I lost faith I guess? Kind of didn’t feel I belonged there or believed anymore. I loved singing the hymns and our vicar was an absolute lad, we also got biscuits at the end of each service, but over time I decided it wasn’t right for me to keep going. Pretty much all the people that go to ours are your typical white, posh, probably homophobic and hate children type so that put me off. Also after everything that’s happened in mine and other’s lives, I slowly lost the belief in God. If all of it was true, why would these things happen? I guess also my scientific mind was constantly telling me there’s no proof. I think the only reason I went to begin with was because it was a family thing and as a child I believed pretty much everything that was said

19. do you have a tan?

No, certainly not... used to when I lived in the Caribbean but now I’m pretty much white as a sheet

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

A very difficult one... probably chinese? As much as I love pizza, it’s the same issue as the ice cream

21. do you drink soda with a straw?

Nah not a fan of straws, they taste weird

22. what colour socks do you wear?

ALL THE COLOURS! I own a pair of socks for every outfit to colour co-ordinate, my sock draw is overflowing

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Strangely, I drive under by quite a bit when no one else is around. It’s the other cars that stress me out and make me go too fast. Also I have a black box so not allowed

24. what terrifies you?

Good question, lots of things... the sea, pools, tbh water in general, heights, rejection, the current impending doom, large open spaces with no walls I can be against, losing everyone I love, the fact that anyone might be secretly talking about me behind my back because they actually hate me, the list goes on but I won’t continue it

25. look to your left what do you see?

An empty Pepsi Max can, a glass of water, some crocodile scissors, my Switch, a cranberry scented candle, and some tiny balls of wool

26. what chore do you hate?

Got to be changing my bed, or washing up when the things have got cold food left on them

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

A throwback to year 8

28. what’s your favourite soda?

Pepsi Max

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

It depends who I’m with

30. who was the last person you talked to?

My mum about a meteor shower and satellites

31. favourite cut of beef?

A random question... I do like a good rump steak

32. last song you listened to?

You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates because I’m using it in my animation project

33. last book you read?

I’m like part way through Good Omens and have been for quite some time... I have learning difficulties and find reading a lot of effort so don’t read very often

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

No, it’s the kind of thing I’d have expected myself to learn at some point but never did

35. how do you like your coffee?

I don’t like coffee so in the bin

36. favourite pair of shoes?

My multicoloured Vans, got them in the second week of uni and I’ve loved them ever since

37. the time you normally go to bed?

Well, currently it’s around 1AM to go to bed, 3AM to sleep. Used to be around 12/1AM sleep but the lockdown has ruined that

38. the time you normally wake up?

Again, currently it’s around 11:30AM to wake up then 12PM to do things but used to be around 9:30/10AM. To be honest I still sometimes wake up then but I go back to sleep again because I have no reason to exist more than I need

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

Sunrise is always nice to watch, but I don’t like getting up early so definitely sunset, especially when you’re at a restaurant or sitting outside somewhere in the countryside

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

Just the one duvet, but I have a soft fish patterned blanket for when I want something to cuddle with

41. describe your kitchen plates?

We have some plain white ones and some that are white with leaves around the edges. The edges have a ridged pattern and the rims are gold

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink so no

43. do you play cards?

Yes, love a good card game!

44. what colour is your car?

It’s very nice Caribbean sea blue. Used to be my mum’s car, it’s her favourite colour

45. can you change a tire?

I probably could if I had to but can’t say I’ve done it before

46. your favourite province?

I guess that’s counties? Hometown of Gloucestershire is up there, also a fan of Devon. My favourites may have to be Caenarfonshire and Anglesey though after the road trip last year

47. favourite job you’ve had?

Not sure really, I guess it would have to be doing my art commissions

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

The biggest scar I have these days is on my right knuckle between my index and middle finger, it’s very small. I got it from when I was holding a horse still before untacking and he decided that hay was more exciting, caught my hand on a splintered wooden fence and that was that

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

Nothing, I’ve only seen my family and even then it was for a short time. Don’t think I make anyone happy these days ahah

It’s now 3:22AM, that took longer than I expected. ‘I’ll go to sleep early today’ I said but I say that every day. Don’t know why I keep lying to myself.

Anyway, I guess I have to tag someone now, so I tag @duckingpunches !

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erisgregory · 5 years

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Tell Me We Belong Together Chapter 1

cross posted to AO3

or start with the first fic: The Reason Is You

Authors: Crysty09, erisgregory

Crysty09′s tumblr Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M, Multi Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Relationship: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti, Max Evans, Liz Ortecho, Isobel Evans, Maria DeLuca Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Various Combinations of Our Boys Together, Threesomes, Unsafe Sex Summary: Michael, Alex, and Kyle continue to navigate their way in their new relationship together. But there are forces outside of their blissful bubble working against them. What will happen when they are put to the test? Author's Notes:The sequal to The Reason Is You is here! We are both so excited to continue this story with you all, thank you to every reader, kudos, and comment leaver! Your support keeps us going!

The house was empty as expected when Michael got home. He’d run overtime working on a car and texted Alex and Kyle that he would meet them at the dinner party as soon as he had a shower. After a month of living with them it didn’t feel weird to be in the cabin alone anymore. So he quickly showered, threw on some clean clothes, and drove to Max and Liz’s place for dinner. Thankfully he got there before dinner was served.

Alex and Kyle had gone on to dinner, knowing Michael would follow when he could. By the time Michael arrived, Liz had given them a 10 minute warning but Alex, Kyle, and Arty were still playing on the little swing set out back, the little boy's peals of laughter carrying across the flat land. The three of them looked up when Michael approached and both Alex and Kyle beamed, "hey cowboy," Alex said with a grin.

Michael could feel the huge grin he wore for his boyfriends. He'd missed them, working long hours at the shop for several days in a row. "Hey." He said softly to them before turning his attention to the little boy.

"Hey Arty, you having fun out here?" He asked.

Alex hated the weeks when Michael and Kyle worked the same shifts; his coding contracts with businesses around town did not keep him busy enough not to miss them so much; so he had started keeping Arty and the two of them had become fast friends. Arty giggled at his uncle, "uh huh, uncle Awex lets me swing higher than momma does." And Alex grinned and shushed them.

Kyle laughed and walked over to kiss Michael, "if we don't want to get in trouble with them, we should probably run," he teased.

Michael laughed at Alex. Of course he let Arty swing higher than his momma allowed. That sounded about right. "I'm out here to bring you all in anyway." He said. "Liz is laying the table as we speak."

Kyle shrugged at Arty as if to ask, what can you do? Then he headed toward the door. "You three coming? I'm starved."

With a laugh, Alex squatted down and Arty climbed on his back, easily wrapping around him before Alex stood and walked to kiss Michael, "I missed you," he said quietly and Arty made a face. "Let's go eat," Alex grinned and bounced Arty with his free hand.

Michael felt full of warmth as they walked inside together. Kyle and Alex had a way of making him feel wanted. Inside they sat at the table with everyone, Maria and Isobel had arrived around the time Michael had so everyone was in attendance.

"This looks amazing." Kyle told Liz. "Thanks for having us."

Liz beamed at Kyle as she peeled Arty off of Alex's back, "it's nothing special. We love having the family over," she grinned around at all of them as she placed the little boy in his booster seat. Max came in from the kitchen carrying a few beers followed by Isobel with a bottle of wine and a few glasses; they handed out the drinks as everyone settled around the table.

Max laughed, "don't let her fool you, she has been flitting around here all day trying to make sure everything is perfect," he kissed Liz's cheek.

Liz blushed prettily as Max kissed her cheek and she hit him playfully on the arm. "Shut up." She told him.

"That's a bad word Momma." Arty told her and they all laughed. He looked a little put out so Liz reassured him. "You're right, that's a bad word and Momma shouldn't say it.

Michael felt settled here amongst family. It was a reaction he never realized he would have or need, but he did. He needed all of these people in his life or he couldn't feel quite right. That's what had been missing all those years. These wonderful people and this found family.

Alex snorted at Arty calling his mom out, that kid was too smart for his own good but that shouldn't surprise anyone considering who his parents were and the group of adults around this table who acted as his role models.

He could see the way Michael relaxed and looked around them and he leaned in closer so that only Michael could hear him, "it's nice to have such an amazing family isn't it?" He whispered, smiling and touching Michael's thigh.

Michael smiled softly at Alex. "It's perfect." He said, just so Alex could hear him." It was perfect too. Everything was falling into place.

"No secrets at the table." Isobel teased them. Michael just laughed at her and shook his head.

"It's no secret, I'm just enjoying being with all of my favorite people." He told her with a grin.

"And we were talking about our lucky we are to have such an awesome family," he smiled around the table.

The ladies beamed and Maria raised her glass, " I'll drink to that," she said.

And also raised his glass followed by Kyle with a grin.

Michael raised his glass to toast as did Max and Liz. "To our awesome family." Max said. They clinked their glasses and beer bottles all the way around, even Arty got in on the fun.

"Now dig in, and be sure and tell Liz how good it is." Max told them with a laugh. This time Liz only said, "Oh hush you."

They all laughed at Liz and Max's exchange before turning to their food. Alex took a bite and moaned quietly, "that's so good Liz," he grinned, "it's nice to have a home cooked meal that I didn't cook," he glanced at Michael and Kyle with a playful look,"I have to get the recipe from you."

Michael pretended to be put out for half a second before he started chuckling. Anyone who knew him knew he couldn’t cook. “It is really good, Liz.” He agreed. “Yeah it is.” Kyle agreed. Everyone at the table had to agree with Alex. The food was fantastic.

A comfortable silence fell over the room as they all ate. When Alex cleared his plate, he leaned back in his chair, "I ate too much," he joked, running his hands over his stomach.

Michael, who’d had seconds, was in agreement. But it sure had been good. He drank down the rest of his beer.

“So no dessert?” Maria asked. “Isobel and I brought something good.” She tried tempting everyone, but only Max was ready for dessert.

"Maybe I'll have room in a bit," Alex said with a laugh, "So, Iz, how are the renovations coming?" He leaned on the table, "I have some spare time while they work next week if you need some extra hands."

“Don’t get her started.” Maria warned. “Hey!” Isobel objected and then they both laughed. “I might have changed my mind on the bathroom tile.” Isobel explained. “Again.” Maria added. Michael and Kyle both chuckled at that. “I could really use your help, Alex.” Isobel told him.

Alex laughed, "I would be happy to come by and help," he grinned at Isobel. And Maria sighed, "will you please convince her to stop changing her mind or we will never get it finished?" Alex nodded, "I'll do my best."

Max stood to start clearing plates and Michael joined him. When they got to the kitchen Max grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving. “Hey, how are things going?” Max asked.

“Good. Great.” Michael replies with a grin.

Max let him go with a smile. “Just checking, I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

Max nodded, "you all certainly seem happy, is living together working out okay?" He asked, clapping a hand on his brother's back, "anything from Alex's brothers?" He asked.

In the other room, Isobel smiled at Alex and Kyle, "have you all done okay living with Michael?" She asked, "I know he can be exhausting." Alex laughed, "it's actually really great," he said glancing at Kyle.

“So far so good. I think we’re finally settling into a routine.” Michael said to Max. “No, nothing. I think the restraining order is doing its job.” Michael told him.

Kyle spared a glance at the kitchen but Michael wasn’t coming back yet. “It really has been great. I think we might still be in our honeymoon phase.” He laughed but he also thought it was true.

"Good," Max said with a smile, "I hoped it would do the trick. So have you decided what you are going to do with the Airstream?" He asked.

Alex agreed with Kyle, he knew their life wouldn't always be rainbows and sunshine, "even if he does get exhausting, I don't think I have ever been this happy," he said, taking Kyle's hand.

“I think I’m gonna sell it. At first I thought I’d hang on to it in case I needed to give them some space, but now I don’t think I’ll need it. If I need to give them space I can always go to a motel.” Michael said.

“Or come here.” Max offered.

“Thanks man.” Michael said with a grin.

“Y’all seem happy.” Maria offered.

“We really are.” Kyle said softly squeezing Alex’s hand.

Alex smiled at his husband, "yeah Michael just kind of fits in our lives, like he belonged there all along." Kyle nodded. Maria smile as she listened to Alex and Kyle, she could see their happiness and it made her heart swell.

After a few minutes, Arty yawned and Liz smiled, "I think it's somebody's bedtime." The little boy frowned "but mama," he whined.

Max and Michael came back from the kitchen for another load of dishes and Maria and Isobel jumped in to help too. Liz tried to tell everyone to leave it but no one listened. So she had Arty say his good nights to everyone and she shuffled him off to bed.

By the time Liz returned from putting Arty in bed, the others had cleared the table and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. "So shall we take dessert out back? It's a beautiful night." She asked, smiling at the group. Alex nodded, "that sounds wonderful," he said.

Michael and Kyle both agreed and Isobel and Maria set about grabbing the dessert and plates to take out back. Max and Liz had a gorgeous backyard. There was the swing set of course, but on the big patio they had a table and chairs and a firepit. Michael stowed that idea away for the cabin. He was pretty sure he could build one for them and then they could enjoy evenings like this outdoors too.

Isobel cute pieces of her homemade strawberry rhubarb pie while Maria scooped vanilla ice cream onto each plate, then Liz helped pass them out. Once everyone had a plate, they settled back to chat.

"We've decided that Arty is going to need a lot of help if he's going to be ready to start kindergarten next year. He's a little bit behind in some areas. Not his verbal skills." Liz said.

"But numbers particularly." Max added. "He's more curious about how things work than he is about numbers. He'd rather have you read to him about anything other than numbers."

Alex and Kyle moved to sit, thanking Liz for their plates as they settled in as close to Michael as they could get.

Alex chuckled, "sounds a lot like his uncle Michael," he teased. Then he looked at Liz and Max, "if you want, I can try to start working with him on the days that I have him, try to find a way to make it fun for him."

"Oh would you?" Liz leaned over looking at Alex and grinning. "We do our best but I think when it's Momma and Daddy it's more like work than play." Liz explained. "Coming from you he ought to get a lot more out of it."

"Has he shown any sign of powers yet?" Isobel asked. "I know Max said you two were watching him like hawks."

Max laughed, "the other night, he got put in time out for telling Liz to shut up and when we were fussing with him, the light bulb in his lamp exploded," he shrugged, glancing around at the group.

Alex laughed, "oh goodness, things are going to start getting interesting now huh?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." Max said. "We had to have a talk about it and everything. Hopefully he won't be telling any of his friends about his secret powers."

Michael had to laugh at that. Though he'd learned the hard way to keep his powers under control and a secret, he was glad for Arty having parents who could help him learn the right way.

Kyle frowned, "you might want to let him practice from time to time somewhere safe," he shrugged, "I mean I know if I had new powers I would want to play with them and it would be better if he did that with at least one of us," he gestured around the group.

"Kyle, you're brilliant." Liz beamed. "I think you're right." She added.

"It would definitely be better than how we all learned." Michael pointed out. "At least with one of us there to guide him he'll be able to learn to control himself faster.

With a grin, Kyle nodded, "I try," he teased, "I was just thinking about what it would be like for me," he laughed.

Alex couldn't stop himself from grinning at his husband.

Isobel glaced at Michael and nodded, "yeah, it would have been wonderful to have some guidance when we were discovering our abilities instead of just flying blindly."

When talk of Arty and his powers slacked off to just eating pie and complimenting Isobel, Isobel changed the subject to Michael. "Has work finally picked up for you again?" She asked.

"It has, yeah. I actually almost have too much work as it is now. Word finally got around that I'm back so people have been requesting me left and right."

Alex faked a pout, "yeah, him and Kyle are always working lately," he smiled, "that's why I love my time with Arty." He smiled at Michael, "but it's like whole town just held their car problems until he got back," he laughed.

"I'm the fastest." Michael laughed. "It's a little bit of a pain at times. I do miss my guys." He said.

"We miss you too, but I'm glad you both have stuff to do while I'm pulling long hours at the hospital." Kyle said.

"Oh man, I don't know what I'd do if Isobel's charitable work was like that." Maria said. "She has me spoiled."

Michael threw his napkin at her. "Nobody likes a bragger." He teased.

They all laughed at Michael and Isobel and Alex felt warm at the easy atmosphere surrounding them. He looked around before sighing happily, "well I think that it's about time me and these two handsome fellas call it a night," he smiled at both Michael and Kyle, "I'm sure they are both exhausted."

"Yes." Michael and Kyle said in unison. Then they all laughed. "Thank you for dinner, it was amazing." Kyle told them.

"And dessert was too." Michael added. He was stuffed and happy and exhausted. Definitely ready to go home.

Alex stood and moved to hug Liz, "you have to send me that recipe okay?" He asked, kissing the top of her head before turning to shake Max's hand, "tell Arty I will see him soon " Then he stepped to hug Maria and Isobel, "the dessert was perfect, and I will call you next week to make plans for me to come help you guys with the house."

Then he turned to smile at Michael and Kyle, "ready?" He asked.

Michael and Kyle made the rounds saying goodbye to everyone in turn. Michael reminding Max that his car was due a tune up and an oil change probably and Kyle telling Isobel again how much he'd enjoyed her pie.

"Ready." Kyle told Alex. "Ready as I'll ever be." Michael echoed. Then they headed back through the house to their cars.

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do you have any advice I'm 24 years old and mentally ill 90% of jobs I just cant mentally handle I have been looking obsessively on every site, and feel doomed plus I need to be able to text my family throughout the day to stay calm and most jobs dont want ur phone out, idk what to do I cry every day bc I feel hopeless and worthless and such a burden :(

Dear Anon,

I suspect you found my blog with the mental health tag, as it is very rare I get any asks. So I don’t know whether this will be of any help but I’ll give you my thoughts.

First, you are talking to someone who only made it out of bed today for the first time this week, so gripped in my own mental ill health that I couldn’t fathom why I would get up, and was convinced that if I did, Terrible Unspecific Consequences™ would happen. But I did manage to get out of bed and in to work, though I missed Monday and Tuesday. So your ask is well timed.

I have a part time job, I work four days a week. My pattern now goes 2 days on, 1 off, 2 on, 2 off. I am lucky that I can survive on that money - it pays well and my rent is low due to living in social housing, as a care leaver. Not everyone is so lucky, then again not everyone had such an abusive childhood they get reduced rent as the booby prize but I digress. I need that non-working day for a variety of reasons. I need to have time to recalibrate and put my basic self-care in place: hydrate, eat, wash, chores, try to rest.

I’m aware the application of spoon theory to mental health can be problematic, but I know of no better analogy than to explain that work - just getting up, making a packed lunch, travelling in rush hour, let alone doing the work itself takes all of my energy. ALL. Into minus spoons. I hate it, and I very often feel really resentful that I can’t just pull it together and be an A* version of me but I am ill and I am tired and I can only do my best. Sometimes that best is a B and sometimes is an F in the bin and on fire. Many of us just scrape by and cry in the toilets at work sometimes. That’s ok too.

I don’t know about your specific mental health but for me, I have depression and generalised anxiety order. (I also am quite certain I have CPTSD but no diagnosis on that as yet). Sometimes one or the other is the bigger issue. I am 33, so a substantial bit older than you. I have learned that it ebbs and flows, peaks and troughs. Right now you sound pretty overwhelmed, but you will not always feel that way. That sounds like an empty platitude, but I take comfort in knowing that all things do pass - unfortunately it often feels I am the prisoner of an endless cycle, increasing in severity. Today is one of those days of the latter.

I know that it is very easy of me to say, but your worth is not equal to your productivity. Work is fundamentally bullshit and your ability to work or not work is not equivalent to your value as a person. Anybody worth caring about values your wellbeing higher than your paycheque. You are not hopeless and worthless - the system is hopeless and worthless.

You do not say where you are based and how you are currently surviving financially. There is zero shame in not working and receiving benefits. But it sounds like you want to work and be well enough to endure it. So I guess you are looking for some concrete advice.

Principally then I would say the following, but your mileage will vary:

1) if you are not currently in therapy, get therapy. Good therapy that will work for you, rather than one size fits all CBT bullshit. Many therapists offer a sliding scale of fees.

2) Get medicated and get it right. Medication isn’t going to take the mental ill health away but I do believe it will help you stabilise and get stronger with it. My current medication is really not cutting it and I will need change when I have the mental energy and time to survive getting switched over.

3) Do some voluntary work. A few hours a couple of days a week while you’re trying to find a job will build your confidence and endurance. The types of jobs that will allow you flexibility and to use your phone are office (not customer service/call centre roles) so get experience in those roles. Data entry should be the type of role they leave you alone for.

4) Look for part time work if you can survive financially.

5) Make a list of your positive attributes. Fixate on that instead.

6) Work on coping mechanisms that are more independent. You say that you need to keep texting family throughout the day. One suggestion I have is screen capping the positive messages and bringing them up whenever you feel anxious. That personally helped me a lot when I was coming up to my PhD deadline and wasn’t sure if I was going to get through it, but it also meant I wasn’t constantly seeking validation/comfort through the emotional labour of others, which as I’m sure you realise can be draining for them. This would be a good topic to explore with a therapist.

7) Find a disability confident employer. In the UK we have the two ticks scheme. Be honest with your boss. Be honest with yourself about your limitations and proactively identify what can help you. If they can’t support you don’t waste your time.

8) Or just be self-employed and work around when you can or can’t work. Set up an Etsy if you have any artistic skills, or real talk you may want to consider alternative markets like sex work.

9) Talk to someone. Having someone to just listen is really important. When my mental health is at its worst I’ve been known to hit up the Samaritans, which you can do over email or phone, 24/7. https://www.samaritans.org/how-we-can-help/contact-samaritan/

I hope you will be ok, dear anon. Please be kind with your self. Feel free to ask any follow up asks.

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