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intrepidacious · 1 year

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hi! ok I just wanted to ask someone who knows how tumblr works haha

so I found someone who writes amazing content so I decided to follow them. I binged lots of their fics earlier today and when I checked their profile again later, their profile doesn’t show. It seems they might have blocked me and I don’t know why :( I commented that I loved their fics and the comments are removed. my profile has my age and I am decently active on reposting & commenting on fics. This happened to me one other time too so I just am confused I guess :( I tried to message them but it said it wouldn’t go through so that makes me think I’m blocked? I guess I don’t know why a couple people blocked me? Just kinda made me sad bc I really enjoy their work but now I won’t be able to see anymore ☹️😢

happy to!! 💛

first thing you gotta remember that in all likelihood, your getting blocked is nothing personal. reasons for blocking someone on tumblr include but aren't limited to:

you don't have your age (range) listed in your bio/clearly visible on your blog

the age you have listed doesn't adhere to boundaries a blog has set (f.e. you're a minor, or it only says "18+" which i know many writers don't accept)

your blog is completely empty i.e. you don't post/reblog stuff

you don't reblog other people's writing

you spam like posts

you've never changed the default icon/header to something else

people don't vibe with the things you reblog

your theme is a colour they don't like

a lot of the time, it comes down to everyone's preferences. god knows i've been blocked by people and didn't understand why, but frankly it's none of my business. most likely, you won't ever find out, either. everyone is creating their own online space, and sometimes that means having a quick blocking finger. i'm sorry that you won't be able to read those stories anymore but you have to accept creators' boundaries.

however, there are some things you can do and try to prevent getting blocked in the future. these are only a couple of suggestions around tumblr etiquette i've picked up on over the years; if anyone else wants to chip in here, please do!!

1. make sure your blog is, by all appearances, that of a human being

this might sound stupid because of course, you are a human, but with the recent bot wars it's all the more important to double check for red flags.

check your url. does it include a random string of numbers, lots of dashes, just a name and an adjective? all of these have been indicative of porn bots and people might block you on sight.

change your icon and your header. yes, both of them. there are lots of creators on here who make wonderful fandom related headers and icons, or you can create your own with canva. just be sure to follow creators' rules and preferably reblog their creation

change your blog title. if your account is new, it will just say "untitled", which is another indication you might not be a human. use quotes, song lyrics, anything you enjoy

add a bio. this is where you put your name or nickname (you can make one up) age, age range, links to second blogs (if applicable), more quotes, whatever. i prefer my bio short and to the point, but that doesn't have to be you.

important: do this for all blogs and side blogs you use regularly. if you have a second blog for reblogging fics, you need to put up your age there as well, or at least visibly link to your main blog so creators can see you're not a minor. the harder it is to verify that you're an adult, the more likely it is that you will get blocked

2. know the different kinds of interactions on tumblr and navigate them well

there's a difference between liking, commenting, reblogging, and reposting, and it's important. lots of people use reblogging and reposting interchangeably, but that's actually incorrect and can lead to serious mishaps. let's dissect them one by one.

liking.

you're familiar with the like from other social media platforms. you tap a post twice or hit the little heart at the bottom of the post and it's added to your likes. wonderful, right? well. tumblr is a little different.

tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. let me say that again. there is no algorithm on tumblr. i guess there is, on the for you page, but that doesn't count because it's really shit. the only important thing on tumblr is your dashboard, and your dashboard only shows original posts and the reblogs of those posts from people you follow.

no one cares about your likes. your likes don't do shit. that's why creatives on here keep talking about reblogs. you need to reblog things on tumblr in order for them to get seen. it's a snowballing effect. likes are nice and all, but they're private. they're not contributing to a story or an artwork being seen by more people. they're essentially empty interaction. what's more, should a post get deleted for whatever reason, that post is gone for you forever.

i know some people use their likes as bookmarks for things they want to look at later, but i would strongly urge you not to do that. people block serial likers, because most of the time it is, sadly, very unlikely that they will come back and actually interact with the post again. that's just the way it is. we can thank tiktok and instagram for that. again, tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. if you want to genuinely support and encourage people on here, you need to do more than liking.

commenting.

this is a step up from liking, because you're actually interacting now. a comment will show up in the activity of the person whose post you left it on and of the original poster (op)—more on that distinction in a minute. comments are encouraged especially on ask/answer type posts, or as a reply to an earlier reblog.

when it comes to fanfic, there are, again, pros and cons. you can only leave a comment from your main blog, which means that even if you have a second account where you reblog fics, there's not necessarily a link between the two. this can lead to your getting blocked if you've never reblogged a fic to your main blog. on the other hand, if people comment on your fic without reblogging it, but they do reblog other people's fics, that can also rub creators the wrong way because it creates a strange sort of hierarchy: why those fics? why not mine?

important thing to note: i am not saying that to make anyone feel bad about "just" commenting, i just want you to be aware that this might go on in a creator's head. it has in mine. i'm very aware that this is a me problem, but it's also a reason why people might get blocked out of the blue, which is why i wanted to bring it up.

reblogging.

ah yes, reblogging. reblogging is the thing that makes tumblr tumblr, and it's so easy to do. you just hit the little 🔁 symbol at the bottom of the post, and boom, it's reblogged to your own blog. everyone who follows you can now see it on their dashboard, and if they reblog it, their followers can see it, and so on and so forth. every time someone reblogs a post from you, you will get a notification in your activity, and so will the op.

reblogs are the heart and soul of tumblr. yes, original posts are (usually) individual creations, but the community aspect of this site is born through the reblog. there are different variations on how to reblog. all are valid, because all help spreading posts around.

the empty reblog is the quickest option. there's literally a quick reblog option on mobile: if you hold your finger on the reblog button for a second or so, you will see your icon appear. if you swipe in that direction, the post gets immediately reblogged to your blog. something similar can be done on desktop with the xkit browser extension. it's fast, it's easy, it gets the job done. it's perfect for when you like a post but don't have anything specific to say/reply.

the reblog with tags is the second fastest option. tags, on tumblr, are sort of the sotto voce version of comments. yes, you can use tagging to organise your blog and make your posts easily findable (is that a word?) but the real fun begins when little asides are added. you can keysmash in the tags. you can put your thoughts in the tags. you can go full caps without it looking overwhelming in the actual post. if you're just starting to comment on things, the tags are a great place to start, because the actual post will keep looking the same; the tags are just a little additional bonus for both you and the creator. this is what you would use for the majority of posts that aren't works of art in any way, too, like text posts you want to find again, polls, photographs etc.

the reblog with additions though? oh boy. that's the real stuff. imagine it as clipping on your thoughts to the post, right there for everyone to see. you can add gifs, and memes, and change the font, and change the colour, and scream, and keysmash, and ramble without limitations. it's like catnip for the op. if you reblog a fic, a moodboard, a piece of art, a gifset, whatever it is, and you put your thoughts underneath? man, it's amazing.

side note: if you're new to commenting on people's fics and you don't know what to say, i highly recommend referring to this post. (btw i linked my reblog so it can act as an example of the different forms of adding to a post: there were other reblogs before mine, and i've added tags. useful in its content and as an example!!)

reposting.

this is where we need to be careful. reblogs are great. reposts are theft. where's the difference? reposting refers to you copying another creator's work, whatever it may be, and creating a new post without any indication to the original person's efforts. even if you do include their url, you will most likely get reported and blocked. because now, you've become the op of this copied post, and the actual creator will get absolutely nothing.

you will most likely have seen banners in fic communities that state something along the lines of "don't copy or translate any of my work to this or any other site". that's what this refers to. this would also include the following:

posting another writer's story to ao3/wattpad/another fic site of your choice without their permission. you can absolutely never do this. "but what if"—NO. never. fullstop.

some creators allow translations of their work, but you can only ever share those with their explicit permission and proper credit.

saving a gif to use without linking back to the artist. this is maybe my biggest gripe. yes, i know this site sucks at making gifs searchable, but still, you can't do this. and no, "credit goes to the original artist" doesn't count, where did that bullshit even come from? it makes me so mad. that's not giving credit, that's being lazy.

3. be nice, and have fun

this is fandom, and it's supposed to be a hobby. this is supposed to be a good time. none of us are getting paid for any of this. yes, we're all passionate about what we do, whether we're looking at other people's creations or we make them ourselves. we're fans of that common thing, and isn't that great?

just a little more internet etiquette that's not really tumblr specific but could be a good reminder for everyone:

not everything is for you, and that's okay

if something's not for you, scroll away

if you don't like what someone is posting, ignore them. mute them. block them.

do not ever, and i mean ever, send anyone hate. you don't know who's on the other side of the screen. block them and move on. life's too fucking short.

don't correct people's grammar/spelling. only assholes do that. if you can't help yourself and they're a person you've interacted with before, shoot them a private message and be nice about it.

don't offer unsolicited advice. i don't care if you want to give constructive criticism to help the other person. unless they've explicitly asked you to do that, don't. you'll get blocked so quick, and you'll ruin someone's day.

if you're reading a fic that's not finished yet, don't ask for an update. yes, you're excited for the story to continue. but "part 2", "when's the next chapter out", "more please" and so on are all things that put pressure on creators whether that's your intention or not. it gives us the impression that what we've already put out is never enough. and that sucks. by all means, be excited about what comes next, but not like this.

read!! old!! fics!!!! the beauty of tumblr being the way it is is that there's zero shame in interacting with older posts. it's not like you're liking a seven year old post on instagram. in fact, if you're commenting on a seven year old fic/gifset/moodboard/artwork on tumblr, i can guarantee you're gonna make that creator's day.

i'm absolutely positive that i've forgotten something in this post even though it's longer than several of my wips, so if any of my moots want to add something that'd be great!! in fact i'm gonna tag some of you because you know what? if you've read all of this you deserve a kiss. have a wonderful day 💛

@marvelettesassemblenow @barnesafterglow @imaginearyparties @aphrogeneias @brandycranby @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @sanguineterrain @demxters @wildlivelychild

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sacrificialblackdragon · 10 months

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Hello everyone and thank you for following and / or lurking ! I am REKI, I am a 29 year old female, with two jobs and three cats, who has been roleplaying for a few years. This is an INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE blog and is meant for a 21+ AUDIENCE. TRIGGER THEMES ARE PRESENT AND WILL BE TAGGED ! I used to have a Hak blog but have long since forgotten the URL. ; A; My best friend actually got me into the series and I collect the manga. Sadly, I am missing a few of the beginning volumes. Please hit that like, follow or reblog button if you would like to interact with Hak!! Rules Below:

RULES, LAWS, IMPORTANT STUFFS.FIRST AND FORMOST! I love ALL pairings. I will not tolerate any hatred towards any character.

1) These rules are subject to change.

2) There will be no hate messages on this blog. Meaning if I get sent a hate message it will just get deleted. I will not waste my time brooding over your message so you are just wasting your time typing it up.

3) No god modding. Understandably my characters can’t win EVERY single battle and will not win everything. I usually like taking a few and then your character takes a few. I will always, ALWAYS, come to you and ask how the end of the fight will turn out that way I can write accordingly.

4) Writing. I don’t expect a novel back if I write a novel, and sometimes I do. However, I do expect something to work with, please do not respond back to me if I leave you with a detailed post only for you to give me a one liner, it just kills the mood. – In addition! If you would like to respond to an ask please link the ask on a fresh new post, and tag me just in case, that way it looks more appealing. I do that with other roleplayers. C:

5) Original Characters. I love original characters, I personally suck at writing and developing them so for all of you original characters out there I applaud you. However, please don’t use me to come up for ideas of your original character, that’s not my job. If you like for a starter please understand that I will be staring at your character about page for a long, long, long time. It’s a little difficult for me to write for an original character so please be patient!

6) Ships. Here we go … This is a huge one for a lot of people. I am a Multi-shipper or trash – I’ll accept either lol. You are free to jump in my inbox or IM me and be like “Hey baby. You and my muse * suggestive eyebrow wiggle*”. I will most likely be like “FUCK YES LETS GO!” and bam! We ship. But here is my problem with most people: I have a lot of ships that I absolutely adore however, if you don’t like the ship me and my roleplay partner are doing you can either unfollow or shut the fuck up and ignore it, black list it – whatever. I’m saying that in the nicest way possible. I’m tired of people complaining that they “Hate this ship but I saw it and read it so now I’ll bitch on my blog about it.” Calm down, grow up and again, unfollow that person or ignore the post. Plain and simple or else you’ll probably be hearing about it from me. I have been in too many fandoms where this goes on.

7) Exclusives/Relationships. I am a-ok and more than happy to exclusively ship when it comes to main ideas and plot, but please remember that I am only one person and I do like interacting with other people. Exclusives doesn’t mean you own me in anyway. Exclusives to me normally mean that you are a close friend and most likely already have my discord. The more was talk IC or OOC the more likely I will pick you as an exclusive for main plots.

8) Reblogging when you have no permission. During my time of roleplaying on many sites tumblr is probably the worst for this rule. Anyone who reblogs threads, asks or any other communication between my partners that they are not tagged in will be kindly asked to delete the post. If not deleted within 24 hours you will be blocked from my page and I will not remove it.

9) Nsfw. Is only available for people who are of age and adults. I am 29 and I do not take light of being tricked when it comes to age. I will be asking your age if it is not in your mun section or anywhere visible, I will not be held liable if you are lying to me. You MUST be of legal age, please ask if you are interested in rping nsfw.

10) Personal Tags & Passwords. I don’t do personal tags or passwords. Final answer, if you follow me then it means you understand that I will NOT be tagging any personal tags.

11) Triggers. I don’t expect people to tag my trigger mainly because it only happens around Halloween time. I understand people are in the spirit but I absolutely hate seeing scary things pop out at me. It leads me to paranoia and I just can’t sleep at night. Anything paranormal I can’t handle, which is why I can’t watch scary movies. If I do see this on my dash it does lead to an unfollow, but not a block.

12) Icons. These icons have been created by me, but I do not claim that the art is mine. Anything from the managa or fanart I do not claim to be mine.

13) Other. Other than all of this “Don’t do this, and don’t do that” I really just want to have fun with each and every one of you. Thank you so much for either reading or skimming over my rules.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #role play blog #role play #hak #hak son #son hak #rp blog #akatsuki no yona rp #akatsuki no yona role play #yona of the dawn rp #yona of the dawn role play #akatsuki no yona hak #yona of the dawn hak

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asher-the-diaster · 3 years

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the sister planets part 9

the penner project

this is part of a ingoing humans are space orcs series that i'm not totally sure how i ended up writing, as always the link to the part index is here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DYMuKK5CIgJgDapNbu5sBqr_b5uT1Yz4pJoJ2fuAk4w/edit?usp=sharing

Earth was in chaos, and I had never felt this useless in my whole life.

After first contact with extraterrestrials, the government tried to keep the information classified, which did not work. And when footage leaked and people discovered that the Canadian prime minister had been at diplomatic contact soon the fact that i was the one who made contact was out of the bag too.

My crew was on leave to recover from the ordeal, and deal with the fact that ourship exploded, so I was on earth witnessing the chaos first hand, unable to do anything.

Aliens.

Everyone was up in arms.

Riots in the streets, death prophecies, just general incoherent panic.

My crew ended up in a secure facility, partially to monitor our health both physical and mental, mostly to keep us safe from being targeted by the riots outside.

Governments went largely silent on the issue. Censorship cut off information from the general public in an attempt to curb the chaos, it did not work.

After three weeks of non stop general panic a nurse told me that there was someone who wanted to see me.

I got dressed as professionally as you can in a hospital with a broken leg and walked out on my crutches, now a human model. I was kinda sad they didn’t let me keep the one twee-ake had given me.

The nurse led me into the common room, then handed me a translation device.

“The fuck? I thought this was my family or something.”

“They’ll call you in when they're ready.”

“Okay...” i put on the device, it looked like a pair of over the ear headphones someone had removed one ear from and pushed the other one out, the point to that was to ensure that you could still hear your environment during translation, i put it on and pushed the bottom that let the mic pick up my voice to translate.

Soon after I had the device on, the other members of my crew started to arrive in the common room. Unsurprisingly Olivera looked the most put together, how she had gotten her uniform in here I don't know. Davoin wore jeans and a t- shirt, and Richardson was in sweats.

None of us seemed to have any clue what was going on.

I was called in first, they led me to a conference room type place at the end of the hall.

Inside was my platoon leader, the nato and spto generals, a rep from the UN, and my brother, the prime minister of canada.

“Should I be in uniform?” I asked.

“It's fine captain, we understand that you are recovering from your... ordeal.”

“Right.” get abducted by aliens one time and everyone puts the kiddy gloves on around you, “May I ask what is happening here?”

“Sure, so you are obviously aware of our first contact with extraterrestrials, and the problems that have arisen on their front and ours.”

“Yeah.”

“Well our delegations and their contact crew, I believed they were called, have come up with a solution to the problems that have arisen due to these particular circumstances.”

“You mean the fact that the two most advanced species in interstellar life happen to be martians and venusians who are terrified of us because they think they were children of a death god? Or the riots about aliens existing?”

The UN rep looked at Mathew, “don’t look at me I've seen her cuss at a president, that is filtered for her.”

“Anyways. The spto rep said, “the solution that was reached was a joint study in interstellar space, we send a crew on a interspecies ship that will run odd jobs in order to help with the galaxy and they also send crews to join us, we get to study and learn from each other.”

“That sounds like a plan but why tell me?”

“Because,” Matt said, putting his head in his hands, “they want you to run it.”

“Well you too captain the ship, not necessarily do the study.”

“Why me? I stuck at improving humans opinions on humans, why woud anyone want me to represent the planet?”

“The martians and venusians, twee-ake and titita? Asked for you by name.`` Mathew said, rubbing his temples.

“Ok,” i trusted those too, they had saved my life, if they were involved i trusted the project.

“What?”

“As long as my crew can come I'll do it.”

“Catain,” the nato general said, “we are talking about being light years from your home, at the wimes of a race and we know nothing about, I implore you, think this through.”

“I have, these people saved me and my crew's lives, that bodes a lot of trust for me, plus they legitimately think we are children of a death god, they won’t try to hurt me. If my crew is allowed to come and is willing, I'm in.”

“Your crew, if willing, were on our list of potentials, along with an even number of citizens from the spto, we refuse to let nato do this without our input.”

“Understood.”

“Can I talk to my sibling out in the hall?” Mat asked, “great” he said not waiting for an answer, he pulled me by the arm and into the hall.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a whisper yell.

“Agreeing to help my people advance, how is this different from you running for pm, this is my way of helping earth.”

“This could end badly, we don’t know anything about these people. What if they hurt you?”

“Did you miss the part where they saved my life?”

“You could get even more hurt.”

“My leg wasn’t there flaut, and even if it was you can get hurt walking down the street, the possibility of injury is nothing new to me matthew.”

“Sam please.”

“I love you, but this isn’t your decision to make.”

10 minutes later me and my crew were in front of the brass, as they finished the project's explanation.

“Well?” i asked, “we can’t force you to go but i’m not doing this without you, what do you say?”

“Let's blow this popsicle stand.” Richardson exclaimed.

“In 5 weeks when the ship and your broken bones are ready.”

“Am i the only one who is wondering how this is going to stop the riots?” Oliveira asked.

“We are keeping the interior mission declassified, we are working for open information and familiarity to stop the panic.”

“I feel like that logic is flawed but okay…”

As we discussed the details I caught a glimpse of Mathew, he looked worried sick, but he would come to understand, wouldn’t he? This was what the oracle started, and what our remaining members would finish.

#the sister planets #humans are confusing #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #earth is a death world #earth is space australia

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winterandwords · 2 years

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Sort of thinking of maybe putting a whole book on here?

I don't think you all realise just how seriously I'm considering creating a side blog to publish November Breaks (AKA Project Storm, if you've been following me for a while) directly onto Tumblr when it's ready.

This isn't as crazy or weird as it sounds. My current plan (for the love of god, don't ask me to explain this, I've talked about it SO MUCH) is to have it available, free, on my website to read online (with a full indexed contents page, and < last chapter | contents | next chapter > on each page) and also to download as an epub, mobi and pdf. I'm already posting it on the internet in a way people can read it without having to buy it first.

There is a tip jar on my website. It runs on PayPal, so can be used with a PayPal account, debit card or credit card. Anyone who wants to, and is able to, can put some money in there if they enjoy the book.

I could very easily put a link to that tip jar page, or even add PayPal buttons or links (if that's OK by Tumblr rules, which I'm actually not 100% sure about and would need to check) on the chapters on Tumblr, so I could have a tip jar equivalent here and the contents page and navigation would be no more hassle to set up than on winterandwords.com (I've done it for my short story collection that's coming out next month and it wasn't a huge ball-ache).

The only thing stopping me is the thought of random chapters being reblogged out of context. I'm not entirely sure why that would bother me, because it would actually lead people to the full book if they wanted to read. I just have feelings about it.

I'm mildly iffy about the higher chances of plagiarism of something posted on Tumblr, because at least on my website the context is solid. I mean, people will plagiarise whatever they're going to be plagiarise and I stopped losing sleep over that a long time ago. Yes it's happened with other things I've put online when I was working as a photographer, yes it was annoying, no the world didn't end, and the internet is what it is. Piracy, plagiarism and copyright violation exist. They boil my piss, but realistically anything anyone puts online is vulnerable to it. There's more to this, but it's a whole 'nother post, I've slept for one hour out of the last 36 and I don't have the mental capacity to get into it right now.

Anyway. The thing with chapters being reblogged out of order. How much of a problem is that really? Do I care? I sort of feel like there are probably people who would read a book on here, whether serialised or all at once, who might not go to an external site to read it, but maybe that's a flawed assumption. I don't know. Tired brainspew.

Slightly-later-Winter had a thought. If I do ever decide to do anything else with this book in terms of publishing (definitely not trad pub though), I can easily remove it from being read online or downloaded from winterandwords.com. But. It's one thing to know there are some copies floating around that people downloaded, and another entirely knowing there are reblogged random chapters forever kicking about on Tumblr, possibly with comments and reblog additions attached. I can't articulate why that's a thing for me, but I think it is?

Thoughts? Would you read a (short) novel on here? Have you posted one or are you posting one? How's it going for you?

EDITED TO ADD: I'm gonna tag a bunch of my chatty mutuals. I'd love to know what you think, but please don't feel like you HAVE to reply. You totally don't. I just know how quickly things fly past here.

@thegreatobsesso @ashen-crest @adie-dee @reeseweston @talesfromaurea @indecentpause @lunarmoment @diphthongsfordays @artbyeloquent @pertinax--loculos @manathen @selishady @eyes-talks-ocs @drippingmoon @the-finch-address @drabbleitout and anyone else who wants to share your views. My brain has just ceased, so I probably missed a bunch of folks. It's not you. It's definitely me.

#the shit in my head #writeblr #writeblr community #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writers community #writing #am writing #writing community #project storm #november breaks

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angeltreasure · 3 years

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Hello friend, sorry if this is a silly question but could you explain what the Eucharist is and why it is important? I’m in the beginning of my journey and feel so overwhelmed by google. Have a beautiful day 😊💛

I’ve been saving this ask for a while so this is so exciting! I apologize for my lateness. I usually answer right away but we have had trouble with the WiFi setting up. Anyway! Welcome Anon!!! I am so excited for your faith journey!! Welcome. 😊🙏🏻

Don’t worry, this isn’t a silly question at all. No, it’s a very good question! I am a Catholic, so I will be explaining my Christian denomination believes what the Eucharist is. In fact, this is a VERY important topic to learn about. I will give you my answer then give you some quotes and videos. Hope you enjoy.

The Eucharist IS Jesus Christ. You know how traffic lights are different colors? Red for stop, yellow to caution; slow down, and green for go? Well, you must understand if you choose to join the Catholic Church that the Eucharist is not a symbol. Although the appearance is a wafer bread and tastes like one, it is not plain like a traffic signal. When a priest blesses the host at a Catholic mass, the host transforms into the body of Jesus Christ. You will not see Jesus appear in the priest hand when he raises the host up for that blessing, and you will not taste human flesh when you eat of it. The veil between this world we live in and the afterlife block us so the appearance and taste remain as a wafer host but the substance has really changed into the body of Jesus Christ. Eating the bread means Christ becomes a part of us and makes us stronger in faith! ♥️

Here’s what the Bible says about the Eucharist, taken from my favorite New Testament book called Matthew. I will color the specific verse in the story as red to help you understand what we believe. In the story, Jesus and His disciples were preparing to find a place for Passover. There is a lot to unpack since you are very new to the faith, so I will skip right to the verses of what Jesus spoke. [Passover: “Passover is a Jewish holiday that honors the freedom and exodus of the Israelites (Jewish slaves) from Egypt during the reign of the Pharaoh Ramses II. Before the ancient Jews fled Egypt, their firstborn children were "passed over" and spared from death, thus dubbing the holiday "Passover."”]

….. “While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” - Matthew 26:26-29

You see, at this point in time, His disciples did not fully understand the mystery surrounding what was to come. After this night, Jesus was betrayed by Judas (one of His followers) gave His life to die on the cross. In doing so, He saved us from the punishment of all of our sins and opened the gates to Heaven. Back in the past, animals were often given up a sacrifice. Jesus Himself was the perfect sacrificial lamb for slaughter in order to save us from death. This image is the very best that I love that describes the Eucharist Transubstantiation.

I love this one too…

So when you eat the blessed Eucharist and drink the blessed wine done by a Catholic priest, you really do consume the substance that is Jesus’s body, blood, soul, and divinity. Ever hear that phrase, “you are what you eat”? When we consume Jesus, that doesn’t mean we are cannibals, become God, or re-sacrifice Jesus. It means we become a better reflection of Jesus.

Catholics believe in the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist because Jesus tells us this is true in the Bible: ““No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them, and I will raise them up at the last day. It is written in the Prophets: ‘They will all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard the Father and learned from him comes to me. Very truly I tell you, the one who believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, yet they died. But here is the bread that comes down from heaven, which anyone may eat and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats this bread will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.” Then the Jews began to argue sharply among themselves, “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?” Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your ancestors ate manna and died, but whoever feeds on this bread will live forever.” He said this while teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum. On hearing it, many of his disciples said, “This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?” Aware that his disciples were grumbling about this, Jesus said to them, “Does this offend you? Then what if you see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before! The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe.” For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, “This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled them.” From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.” John 6:44-66

Fun facts!!!:

Eucharist: “is a transliteration of the Greek word eucharistia, which is itself a translation of the Hebrew word berekah. All three words have the meaning of thanksgiving, or praise for the wonderful works of God.”

Bethlehem: the city where Jesus was born means “House of Bread”!

Transubstantiation: “the conversion of the substance of the Eucharistic elements into the body and blood of Christ at consecration, only the appearances of bread and wine still remaining.”

I saw a poll that only one third of Catholics really believe in Transubstantiation. If you decide in your journey to become part of the Catholic Church, please do not ever forget the words Jesus spoke about Himself to His people and those who read today. He truly is present as the Eucharist and wine.

Did you know there is evidence that the Eucharist is truly Jesus?! They are called Eucharistic Miracles. There are sooo many stories from around the world of bleeding Eucharists that scientists and such have actually tested in their labs to find real they had human blood down to a specific blood type AND material evidence of finding human heart tissue not healthy and strong but distressed! Blessed Carlo Acutis (a young man that passed away that is currently in the process of sainthood here on Earth) created an amazing website that collected examples of Eucharistic Miracles. (See link below.) This subject itself is just extra icing on the cake but don’t fall down the rabbit hole so you don’t feel overwhelmed.

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Bishop Barron on the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist

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Explaining the Faith - The Eucharist In Scripture

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Explaining the Faith - Eucharistic Miracles: Scientific Proof

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The Veil Removed, what really happens during a Catholic Mass

I could give you so much more but this was just so wonderful to be able to teach you. Know that it’s ok to feel overwhelmed. The topic of what the Eucharist really is and why it is so important is so rich in history and traditions. I hope I was able to satisfy your curiosity. If you ever have any more questions about it, I highly recommend reading sections about it in the Catechism of the Catholic Church (revised edition) but more importantly, reach out to a Catholic priest or bishop by calling them, e-mailing, or even dropping by in person. I am not part of the clergy at all, so talking to a Catholic priest or bishop, you will be able to answer any more questions you have to the Eucharist and they will explain it so well. If you are interested in wanting to know more about the Catholic Faith, I strongly suggest asking about the RCIA, free classes offered by your nearest Catholic Church which will allow you to explore what the Catholic Faith is and answer any questions you have. No pressure though, but just know we are here for you. I am so happy you were chosen as well by God! I will pray that you have a wonderful, exciting journey! God bless and you have a wonderful day/night as well.

#asks #Eucharist #host #transubstantiation #Jesus #Catholic #Catholicism #beliefs #thank you #reference

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Crimson love and Hand Hugs

Pairing: Idol! yoongi x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, soft love making, lots of hand holding, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

Yoongi gift drabble 3 of 3 for @electricprincess96

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia

“I’m on my way jagi. Sorry practice ran so long. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with my new look however, at least I hope you will.” Yoongi chuckles on the phone. “I’m sure I’ll love it. I’ve missed you all day, so hurry back. I'll be here waiting. Let yourself in.” “Ok. See you soon.” He hangs up and you lie in bed, butterflies in your stomach in anticipation of his arrival.

Soon enough you hear your front door open and you lift your head up off your pillow. “Yoongi?” You call. “It’s me,” He pushes the door to your bedroom open, slipping from his heavy coat, “Did I wake you?” “No I wasn’t sleeping. I was waiting for you. Let me grab you a water.” You jump out of bed and hurry past him, smiling to yourself when you see his eyes trail up and down your body in your small sleep shorts and tight tank.

You emerge with a bottle of water and hand it to him. “Well?” You question. “Well?” He swallows back the water. “You look the same to me.” You place your hands on your hips, checking out your handsome man. He smirks, handing you the opened water bottle. You begin to drink from it as he removes his bucket hat, ruffling his locks with his hand to reveal his newly dyed burgundy hair. Your eyes pop open and you drop the water bottle to the ground, spilling water everywhere.

Yoongi laughs nervously. “You hate it?” “Oh no! No, no! I love it. It’s so…. It’s really…. Um hot.” You stutter, moving towards him and digging your fingers into his hair. It’s still as soft as ever. He groans when you dig the pads of your fingertips into his scalp. “I love it.” You whisper against his pout, kissing him softly when he grips your hips. He wastes no time deepening the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. You moan lustfully into his mouth, tugging at his newly dyed locks.

“I remembered how much you love the color.” He recalls, breaking the kiss to lift you off your feet. He wraps your legs around his hips and walks over to the bed, lying you on your back. He nestles himself comfortably between your thighs, taking your mouth into a soft but commanding kiss. He begins to rotate his hips, pressing his growing erection into your warmth. He nips and suckles at your bottom lip, moving down to your neck to leave a perfect red mark on your flesh. “I love you.” He says against your flesh. “I love you too.” You moan, thrusting your hips forward when he grips your full breast, kneading at the heavy mound.

You reach down between you both, shoving your hand into his sweats to grip his long full length. He hisses at your touch, fucking into your palm slowly. “I missed you so much today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. How much I love you.” He confesses breathlessly. “Oh, Yoongi. I love you so much. I missed you so much today too." He soon pulls down the thin strap of your tank, revealing your pert nipple, bringing his kiss swollen lips down to plant a kiss on it.

You bite your bottom lip watching him, his tongue dipping out of his mouth to swirl around your hardened bud. He looks up at you, a smirk plastered across his face as he wraps his large hand around the flesh of your tit, suckling and tugging at your nipple. You moan out loud, releasing his cock from lack of concentration. “Oh Yoongi!” You cry out. He releases your now soaked mound, making his way over to tease and suck on the other breast.

He works his magic with his tongue, your moans his prize. He soon releases this breast, standing up to remove his shirt. He looks down at you and smiles. “You’re so beautiful.” You smile wide, feeling yourself blush. He glides his hands up your thighs, gripping your hips tightly before tucking his slender fingers into the waistband of your shorts and bringing them down. You bite your lip, spreading your legs wide for him. He swallows hard at the sight of your glistening core, taking off his pants and underwear. “Please.” You beg, needy for his cock as you watch him stroke himself, using his own pre-cum to aid his hand.

“Move up more.” He whispers, nodding his head upwards. You push yourself upwards on the bed, Yoongi climbs up, hovering over you. He plants a soft kiss on your pout, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip to gain access. You smile slightly, opening your mouth for him, moaning as he wastes no time commanding your tongue with his. You hitch your hips upwards, his tip pushing through your slit with ease, tickling at your clit. “Oh God, please, I need you inside me. I want you so bad.” You moan. “I want you too jagi.” Yoongi chuckles into your neck, planting soft kisses onto your flesh. He soon kisses your shoulder, down your arm, and into your palm, interlocking your finger together.

He brings your linked hands above your head, using his free hand to moisten his manhood with your slick before aligning it with your entrance. He enters you slowly, the feeling of his every ridge and vein being engulfed by your warmth causing the both of you to cry out in unison. “I love you so much jagi. I love making love to you, being inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me.” He whispers, breathlessly into your ear, rotating his hips gently into yours. You loved this side of him. His gentle side. You loved the hot sexy, commanding side of Yoongi but there was something about the softer side of him that made you melt.

He took his time, squeezing your hand as he carefully made love to you. His length massaging every nerve ending deep inside of you. You clenched your walls down around him, gripping tightly around his cock, pulling a strained moan from him. “Fuck jagi. That’s… not playing…... fair.” He grunts, picking up his pace in retaliation. “Yes, Yoongi, faster. Just like that.” You gasp, feeling him push further into you, his tip grazing against your G-spot. “Wrap your legs tighter around my waist.” He directs, readjusting himself between your thighs. You bring your free hand up to push his drenched freshly dyed locks out of his eyes, gripping his hips with your legs. “You like my hair?” “I love it baby.” You confess, tightening your grip around his hand.

He kisses you softly, bringing his free hand up to rub his thumb over your lip. He gives you a naughty grin. “Ready to cum jagi?” He asks. You nod quickly, clenching around him once more. He grips your face gently, bring his first two fingers to your lips. “Open.” He pants. You do as your told, opening your mouth and sucking on his digits when he places them on your tongue. He moans softly at the feeling, removing them from your mouth and bringing them down between your bodies. You cry out when he places his fingers on either side of your clit, moving them up and down around your swollen bud. “Ahh, Yoongi, don’t stop.”

“I won’t jagi. Not until you cum on my cock.” Your toes curl when Yoongi begins to hasten his pace, his cock pushing further inside you together in combination with him alternating his fingers over, around, and beside your hardened bud, working you quickly to your climax. Your body begins to tremble and your interlocked hands tighten. “That’s it’s jagi, let go. Give it to me.” He groans, keeping up his delightful assault on your core. “Fuck, Yoongi. I… fuck…oh my…. I think I’m gonna... fuck!” You stutter, so overcome by the explosive orgasm that washes over your body. Your eyes tighten and you immediately feel your climax shoot out and create an even slicker environment between yourself and Yoongi. “Shit baby. Shit, shit, shit.” Yoongi chants, crying out. His climax soon filling your walls. He staggers a moment and then begins to pump into you again. “I love you. I love you so much.” He pants. “I love you too.” You begin to kiss his cheek and temple, pushing his hair from his forehead to place a kiss there also. He smirks, “I’ll dye my hair this color more often if it makes you squirt like that.” “Oh hush!” You giggle, kissing him deeply. “Hey,” You whisper over his lips, “You ever gonna let my hand go?” You both look up at your intertwined digits. “Never.” He shakes his head. “Promise?” “Promise.” He kisses you softly, tightening his grip in confirmation of his promise.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x you #suga x reader #guessing game

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hufflautia · 4 years

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Different Love Languages

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Summary: Hufflepuff is the type of person to express her love verbally but Slytherin is different; he hardly says “I love you” and Hufflepuff worries that maybe it’s because he doesn’t love her as much as she loves him. Our darling puff will realize that this is simply not the case. People just have different love languages.

Hufflepuff loved Slytherin. She really did. In fact, she reminded him frequently.

“I love you,” she chortled during breakfast when Slytherin had cast a spell to make the bacon strips float around in a dancing manner so that she would cheer up after reading depressing news from the Daily Prophet. Another time, she cooed the term of endearment as he held her tightly in his arms, swaying to the sound of music in the background.

The thing was that Slytherin rarely said “I love you” in the entirety of their relationship. Instead of saying it back to her, he often replied by cupping her cheeks tenderly and leaning in for another kiss. Other times, he responded with a loving smile, his eyes glowing with warmth and infatuation.

It’s not that Hufflepuff thought Slytherin didn’t love her. She could definitely see it in the way that he looked at her, in those stolen glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. She could feel it when he held her close at night, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

However, a part of her- the small shadow of doubt within her heart that told her that Slytherin didn’t care for her as much as she did for him- just wished for some kind of affirmation, a clear signal that said, “I love you.”

One day, Hufflepuff and Slytherin sat side by side in Potions class, listening to Professor Slughorn drone on and on about Felix Felicis. She was absentmindedly staring at the board when Slytherin slid his notes in front of her so that she could see the doodle he drew on the side of his paper.

*Credit: Beastflaps*

Hufflepuff bit her lip to suppress a laugh and squeezed his hand 3 times.

Unfamiliar with the motion, Slytherin asked what the squeezes meant.

“It means I love you,” she whispered. Her voice was soft so that Professor Slughorn didn’t overhear their conversation.

Nevertheless, Slytherin heard every word. A smile tugged at his lips and he immediately squeezed it back. He didn’t just stop there; he repeated the gesture about 6 times- and Potions class hadn’t even ended yet.

From that day forward, Slytherin constantly told her I love you. Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for Quidditch practice, during breakfast when she passed him a plate of toast, and after he walked her back to the dormitory.

Aside from that, he would occasionally tap out the gesture with his finger.

Tap tap tap.

Hufflepuff looked up from her book and made eye contact with Slytherin from across the room. She knew what it meant. She always did.

Slytherin said I love you all the time now, more often than Hufflepuff’s verbal “I love you”.

She realized that he had a different love language from her, and that was ok. It was the love itself that mattered.

On their wedding day, as the officiant performed the ceremony, Hufflepuff looked up at Slytherin with adoration. “I love you,” she whispered.

He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand four times.

I love you too.

Based on a true story! If you can’t see the link that I attached, here it is:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Marriage/comments/ahb1c1/sometimes_i_forget_my_husband_has_a_different/

MASTERLIST ~(˘▾˘~) (click my profile to see the pinned post, aka my masterlist, if you cant see the link)

Author’s note: YAYAY HI!!! DID YOU LIKE THAT??

probably yall @ me rn lmaoaoao

You might be wondering why i wrote this one-shot. There was no special occasion this time, I just got a bonk of inspiration one day. also i felt bad for reblogging my ice skating oneshot so much (i did it to respond to other peoples reblogs) and i sent an ask to my favorite fanfic writer, asking her about what happens if i reblog my own work and if it pushes my fanfic up the algorithm, and she answered my question but also said that she usually deletes her reblogs bc her followers would probably get annoyed if they kept seeing the same work over and over again. i felt bad bc i had just done that, and i didnt want yall to constantly see the same fanfic all the time, so i wanted to give u something new. also i was thinking back on that person who said that my writing was sporadic (they werent trying to be mean). Sporadic basically means spaced out and occuring at different intervals. i felt bad bc my writing is definitely spread out by one month for some reason. im not sure what this means for next month bc i never write 2 fanfics in one month. does this mean that i wont write a fanfic for november? hopefully not. ok that sounds sad, im sure it doesnt but who knows bc the college process thingies is killing me

I wrote out the general details of the story at 1 am one night when i was trying to sleep lmaoao heres a screenshot:

This is basically how I write for most of my fanfics at first, it consists of the general info along with some specific details.

At first, the one-shot was gonna be a drabble (aka a story that’s only 100 words long) but when I finished writing it, I went to wordcounter to check the number of words and it was 500! i was like oop ok im just gonna call it a oneshot then. i wrote part of the story on sunday morning and then i went to exercise in the park with my sister. afterwards, i wanted to keep working on it but then i became swamped with college stuff so i stopped. i started writing again today (its monday, but im posting it on tuesday, aka today for you- or maybe not if ur not reading this on the day that i posted it) and i surprisingly finished- but that was probably a bad idea to be writing the oneshot during this week because i have a lot of exams, but lets look at the bright side, i finished the story!

I didn’t think of the idea completely on my own. I actually read the reddit story (found it in a thread on insta) a few years ago, and I don’t know why but I was thinking about it that night and I decided to make a one-shot out of it! Isn’t it such a sweet story (the actual story, not this)?? It would be kinda nice if I reached out to the person and said, hey i wrote a story based on you and ur husband!

Anyways, I just made a meme:

i didnt actually get up, i just opened the notes app on my phone in the dark and wrote the details down.

this isn’t related but i made a meme about the ice skating oneshot:

I’m gonna cut the authors note short (i usually write a lot. its funny when u go back and see my authors note in chapter 1 of the slytherpuff series, bc its so so short. wowza, times have rlly changed!) bc i think i have at least 2 exams tomorrow. this is gonna be me when i post this one-shot in the morning:

bc i have to wake up early and i am most definitely not a morning person:/ OH GOD OK I HAVE TO STUDY NOW-

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ranveer--singh · 3 years

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Chehre mein tere, Khud ko main dhoondhun ~ In your face I find myself

A/N - This is my first Chris Evans one shot and it’s pure smut. It is about coming back from an engagement party and making love in the suite.

Warning: Please read this before reading the one shot. 18+, smut, sex... etc

I want to thank the amazing @foodieforthoughts for taking the time to beta this for me. Thank you so much love.

Hope you all enjoy this, make sure to like, comment and reblog.

"I enjoyed myself tonight," Chris said, looking into his girlfriend's brown eyes with such love. "Nice to meet your family and get to know your uncles," he complimented, linking his hand with hers walking towards the lift.

Chris and Monisha had attended one of her cousin's engagement parties at a fancy hotel in town. This gave Monisha the chance to shop for the perfect sherwani for him. After countless hours she found the perfect navy one, which brought out his complexion, it made her feel like a princess.

"Glad you had a great time babe, my family took a liking to you," she replied, smiling at him, not able to take her eyes off him. Giggling as she remembered a time her sister brought home a white boy and all the masi's teased him. "Ma said you were so lovely to my masi's. They can be a handful.

"They were so lovely but kept feeding me samosas with chutney," Chris groaned, chuckling when he heard Monisha giggle. "They said I'm too skinny," making her snort.

"Sorry babe, I may have told Ma samosas were your favourite," she sneered, biting her lip looking at him in the sherwani. When the lift stopped at their floor, walking hand in hand they stepped inside the penthouse suite Chris had booked for the weekend.

Closing the door behind him, Chris took a deep breath following Monisha to the bedroom where she was slipping her heels off.

"Such a beautiful night," Moisha commented, walking up to the window to watch the quiet night sky.

"My view isn't bad either," Chris says, strutting his way over and wrapping his arms around her. They both stood there in silence, watching the town close up for the night. Monisha smiled, her back leaning onto his chest, enjoying his musky scent lingering onto her.

"I love you, Jaan," Chris whispered into her ear; Monisha could only moan in response, feeling her body shiver to those words. "I love you, Jaan," he repeats, noticing her body quiver and about to crumble into him.

"Babe," she whispered, watching the stars twinkle.

"Hmmm,"

"Thank you for coming with me today. I know you had to reschedule a few things, but I appreciate you being with me," she said, her voice crackling. Her voice crackling as he placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

"I do anything for you, Jaan," he whispered, making her body tingle as Chris called her Jaan affectionately.

Chris let go of her waist, spinning her instead to face him. His eyes filled with lust as he stood there, taking her in. Her curves were accentuated perfectly in the navy blue sari, highlighting her best features, leaving Chris craving for her.

"Babe is everything ok," she playfully asked, knowing that he loved her in a sari. The first time she had wore a sari in front of him ended up with them having sex in the car and having to cancel meeting her parents that evening.

"I have to pinch myself every day. Is this real? I am dating a goddess," Chris took a step closer to her, lifting her chin to gaze into her eyes before placing a tender kiss on her lips. "You taste so sweet," he smirked, leaning down to peck her lips once again.

"Hmmm," is all Monisha could say. Chris’s rough beard grazed her skin but she wasn’t one to complain. She could kiss him all night. She had pounced on him the night he came home from filming Defending Jacob. He knew what power he held over her, something he liked to exploit by wearing cable knit sweaters and maintaining his beard ever since.

Monisha blushed, turning around and asking him to unpin the pallu. Chris was confused at first until she pointed to the pallu and could feel his hot breath of her skin. It took him a few seconds to find the pin, his hot breath washing over her heated skin, eventually removing the pin to let the sheer material of the sari fall to the floor.

Chris marveled at her, admiring her silky smooth back, running his fingertips over the letters of her tattoo etched on her skin. In italics from her favourite book - the quote is “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” from The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien.

His eyes travelled to the small thread holding the blouse together.

"Baby, please can you untie the string," she sang, feeling his cold fingertips touch her bare skin. Chris smirked, slowly untying the knot, loosening the blouse. Chris pulled at the string tantalizing slow, only now noting how the act was sensual in itself.

Both strings fell to the side, giving Chris access to her back which he found very sexy. Leaning closer, he delicately placed a few kisses across her back, revel in the sigh leaving Monisha’s lips. There it was, the tattoo on the left side of her back; Chris kissed the tattoo, licking the letters one by one. She moaned, squeezing her legs together to the sensation he was giving her.

"Babe, can you open the window. It's getting too hot in here," she said in need of some air. "Monisha wanted to discard her clothes for Chris was barely touching her in places she ached for him and yet she found her core wet, worrying about ruining the expensive garment.

He chuckled, walking over to open the window a little. Chris enjoyed the cold air touching his face; he looked down to see the town completely quiet. Turning around, a loud gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes gazed on Monisha, now just in a petticoat skirt and bra. With the blouse out of the way, her ample bosom was restrained in an indigo satin bra, his favourite. bl

Chris unbuttoned his sherwani top, placing it on the chair, walking over and pulling her into him.

"Jaan," he spoke seductively, grabbing her by the waist, so she was touching him. "God, you look so beautiful. Like a goddess," Chris whispered before planting his lips on hers for another soft kiss. His hands placed on either side of her cheeks, feeling her skin heat under his touch.

Monisha whimpered, his beard scraping her skin once again. She felt as if she was turning into jelly and falling into his arms. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as his cold hand moved around her back and unclasped her bra.

Chris stepped back, letting the bra fall to the floor. Biting on his bottom lip, his eyes widened, looking at her plump breasts bounce into place. He walked back, grabbing her right breast in his hand; she moaned loudly as he massaged the mound in a circular motion. A loud yelp escaped her mouth when Chris pinched her nipple before taking the nub in his mouth.

He sucked on her tit, listening to her heavy breaths. He loved how her nipples got sensitive when he played with them, being rewarded with Monisha's unrestrained moans in response. She found herself overcome by ripples of arousal, making her grasp at his hair as standing on her own two feet became increasingly difficult.

Chris smiled, moving to her left boob, taking it in his mouth playing with the nipple. He bit the peak, feeling her breath hitch.

"Babe, yesss," she said with a shaky breath. He grinned as he shook her breasts, loving the way they bounced in his hands. Stopping to steal a kiss, he swooped her his arms and carried her bridal style onto the enormous four-poster bed. Laying her down, he moved the loose hair away from her face.

"Gosh, you're stunning," he said seductively, laying on top of her, his fingers caressing her face. He couldn't stop gazing at his girlfriend.

"Babe," she gasped, holding onto his muscular arms for support. Monisha watched with bated breath as Chris teasingly licked his lips, following the trail of his tongue with her eyes. Chris tenderly turned her head to the side, latching onto her skin, finding the spot under her ear that made her toes curl and making his way down her neck.

She squeezed her legs together, feeling the tingling sensation run through her body. Chris started to suck at her neck, leaving marks to claim her as only his. He kissed his way to her cheeks, pulling back to look at her face, smiling to himself while gazing at her lust blown eyes.

Monisha moaned as Chris peppered kisses along her body, making his way down to her chest. He found her breasts once again, taking one in each hand. While his mouth worked on a taut nub, he tweaked the other between his fingers.

"Fuck," She sigh, her voice only over a whisper as she found her senses overflowing.Taking his time on Monisha's body made her pussy get wetter, her face flushing, and she just wanted to feel his dick inside her.

Chris smiled, moving slowly down her body to be met with her stomach. He often dreamt of breeding her and watching her stomach grow with their baby inside. Chris began leaving soft kisses on every inch of her belly. His beard scrapping her skin, making her giggle.

"Babe," she spoke in between her giggle fit.

"Hmmm," he said, kissing her stomach, leaving a few marks there too. He knew what he was getting up to; Monisha knew too; all this teasing made her legs feel numb.

Her petticoat skirt was still on, making the friction between her wet pussy and the fabric very difficult for her to focus. Chris bent down, and with his teeth, he gripped it and started to pull it off her body. Now laying on the bed was his naked girlfriend, who was grinning at him.

Monisha looked down to see he had now disappeared in between her legs. She yelped as his teeth bit at her sensitive skin on her inner thighs. But quickly gave into the feeling of Chris's slow kisses on her skin, groaning while she squeezed her breasts.

Chris licked his lips a few times before bending down to lick up and down her pussy. With a few licks, he could feel her body now starting to shake. He wanted to make her satisfied, so he carried on licking, hearing Monisha groan, her hands gripped onto his hair for support.

She grabbed his hair tightly, feeling the tingling sensation go all over her body. He knew exactly how to use the tongue, and she would crumble soon. Chris smirked, feeling her legs tighten and his left hand gripping her leg and spreading it wider to give him more access to her wet pussy.

He carried on lapping at her slit with wet licks, squeezing Monisha thighs so she wouldn't move. His dick was now throbbing in his pants, and he was trying so hard not to give in and give her all the pleasures she needed.

Her legs buckled, her mouth opened with a big "O" as she came down from her high. Chris grinned, face looking up at hers, seeing her body still shaking. All this from his tongue; he knew his tongue worked magic on her.

"Babe," she said,hoarsely trying to look up, but her legs were shaking. Chris slowly brushed his hand up and down her thighs, relaxing her with his touch. Before dating him, no other guy was ever good enough to give her the pleasure she needed.

"You ok," he asked, linking his hands with hers. His thumb grazed the back of her skin, feeling how soft it was.

Monisha nodded her head, smiling while looking into his eyes and wondering how lucky she was to be with him. Chris took her hand up to his lips and placed delicate kisses on the back. It was a sign of endearment between the two. Slipping his hands off hers, he stood up and instantly took his trousers and boxers off, releasing his hardened member.

She watched with lust-filled eyes, Chris rubbing his dick. A gasp escaped her mouth, watching his hand slide up and down his length. Monisha's body started to tingle, her core burning for his dick inside of her wet pussy.

"Babe, are you enjoying the view," he spoke, his voice teasing her. She squeezed her legs when another wave of sensations crept through her body. Monisha murmured, her body not able to control the feelings she was having.

Chris moved towards her, pulling her body towards him. His eyes stared down at her, smirking as he placed the dick slowly inside her slippery folds. He thrust inside her, feeling the silky feeling of the tip, rubbing against her wet core.

Looking up at Monisha, he grabbed her hands, kissing them. Chris linked his hands with hers, holding onto her as his tip went in, then out. He was taunting her; he could see in her eyes filled with lust.

Chris snickered, watching her squeeze her legs, trying to move her body to increase the friction. He knew what he was doing, making her wait for the big thrusts.

"Christopher, what are you doing? You are driving me mad," she growled, squeezing his hands. Her eyes stared at him, watching him smirk; he knew this would get her off the edge.

"Little patience, my sweets," he whispered, taking the tip out and tapping it on the pussy.

"Fuck," she moaned out; this was taking a toll on her body. His hands tightened around hers, just staring lustfully at her. Monisha was feeling hot, dying for him to get inside already. He continued tapping his dick on her pussy, feeling how hot and wetter she was becoming.

Chris stopped in his tracks, leaning across her body to kiss her lips hungrily. He bit down on her bottom lip, teasing her some more before grabbing his dick and slowly pushing it inside her wet cunt.

"How does that feel," he chuckled, watching her breathing heavily, her body responding to the thrusts he gave her. She couldn't answer, holding onto his hands for support while enjoying the trust speed up.

Chris linked his hands with hers once again, his eyes looking at her with such admiration while he pummeled into her. He licked his lips seeing her boobs bounce up and down. He leaned onto her body, placing his weight gradually onto hers.

He stroked her face with the back of his hand, watching how each thrust affected her body. Chris looked at her and put her head back, feeling the thrusts get heavy. He could tell she was near her release.

Monisha felt her body tighten, her hands still linked with his to help her not fall. She looked at him, his beard looking sharp. Staring at his eyes with so much love. Chris was now giving her sweet words of praise, making her body flutter.

"Shona, fuck, you feel so good," Chris uttered before placing a kiss on her cheeks softly. The beard was scraping her skin which she couldn't help but giggle. Chris enjoyed kissing her; every moment he had, he would run and give her a big smooch. His hips moved, thrusting back and forth, watching Monisha yelp, squeezing his hands tighter.

Chris could tell she was getting closer to erupting. He left his hand from hers and moved the fingers down to rub her nub, whilst ramming into here. This got her breaths to come in short and heavy, her tits bouncing, and her head pushed back, her eyes looking at the ceiling.

He ran circles around her nub while thrusting deep inside her pussy. Chris was smiling, leaning down to and sucked her neck, watching Monisha moan loudly. Her body started to shake, her hands gripping onto his, ready to let it all out.

"Babe, I can't hold anymore," she said in between heavy breaths. Chris smiled, looking up into her eyes; he knew she was ready and kissed her lips. Monisha moaned into his mouth, her body shaking, the tingling sensation floating all around her.

"Come on, Shona; you got this," Chris smirked, his fingers continuing to rub her clit while thrusting for the last few times. He could feel her body crumble down onto the bed, her hand squeezing his hand tightly. Monisha's head moved back, her breathing getting heavier as she shouted some words in Hindi verbally.

He could feel his dick getting coated with her juice, her toes curled, enjoying the second wave go through her. Chris smiled, stretching his head up to kiss her lips; she was finally spent and was working her way down from her high.

Chris came straight after, giving a loud groan as he kept his lips on hers. He was still inside of her, regaining his breath while smiling at Monisha, who was smiling back at him.

"Mujhe Tumsee Pyaarr hai (i love you)," he said, releasing his hand from her pearl to stroke her face. Monisha blushed, feeling flustered; accepting her culture and religion meant a lot to her.

"I love you too, babe," she whispered, kissing him. Her body was now feeling depleted; Monisha kissed him softly this time before her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

Shortly after, Chris fell asleep, his arm wrapped around her body. He managed to pull the covers over their body to keep them in a tight-nit space together. Both of them fell asleep, smiling at how much they loved one another.

The next morning, Monisha had woken up to her legs, feeling sore from last night’s activities. She slowly detangled herself off Chris' body and limped her way to the bathroom to pee. She washed her hands, looking into the bathroom mirror to see her body covered in love bites. How was she going to hide them while trying on bridesmaids outfits later?

Limping her way through the bathroom, she saw him fast asleep, sprawled put on the bed. Her heart fluttered, cheeks heating up; he was the perfect gentlemen and best friend. Slowly she staggered into the covers, wrapping her arms around him, giving a kiss on his head before drifting back to sleep.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic

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Day 8: Dot, Dot, Dot (Agent Whiskey)

Day 8: Dot, Dot, Dot - Agent Whiskey

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader (Agent Apple)

Rating: 18 + for language and mention of abuse/torture

This is kind of a sequel to day one of the November writing challenge but can be read as a stand alone, if you would like to read part 1 I will link it below.

Part 1 (Day 1: Heartbeat- Agent Whiskey)

November Writing Challenge Masterlist

Day 7: Sculpted - Javier Pena

I’m pregnant. - Apple

… - Whiskey

To be fair there was probably a better way to tell your boyfriend of eight months that you were carrying his baby instead of a text message but you panicked. The worst part of the whole thing was Whiskey’s reply or lack of. All day long you had been staring as the dot, dot, dot appeared on the phone before quickly disappearing. It was also probably a horrible time to do it while he was on a mission in India trying to take down a new crime syndicate that had popped up over there. Minor details right?

It had been six hours since you had sent that text, and you had hoped for a least some sort of reply even if just an ok would have been fine. But, the waiting was killing you. Is he mad? Is he happy? Is he worried? Nervous? Excited? Your head began to spin before you took a seat in the lab chair with your head in your hands.

You nearly screamed when a warm hand landed on your shoulder, “Whoa, Apple it’s just me!” Your best friend Tequila shot his hands in the air like he was surrendering, “are you ok? You're more jittery than a jackrabbit.”

“....No” you can’t help the tears streaming down your face, and Tequila quickly pulls you into a hug.

“What did that old bastard do? Did he hurt you?” Tequila asks in a rush rubbing circles on your back, “Whatever it is I’ll kill him for you.”

You pull back, “NO! Please, don’t hurt him, he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s...oh I did something stupid Tequila and now I don’t even know how to fix it. I told Whiskey I was pregnant in a text message while he is gone on a mission and he hasn’t replied. I’m freaking out!”

Several emotions passed across Tequila’s face in quick succession before shock stayed, “WAIT YOUR PREGNANT?!” he shouts across the lab. You jump up quickly slapping your hand over his mouth, “SHHHHHH! Goddamnit Tequila do you want the whole world to know!?”

“Ok...ok yeah I’m sorry I just...how the hell? Well I know how babies are made but weren’t ya’ll using something? What the hell happened?” Tequila asks, going to hug you close again.

You rest your head on his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “We always do, it was only ONE time a few months ago when he got home from that three week mission in Cambodia and I picked him up from the airport...I was just so dang excited to see him and I couldn’t wait to get home so...we kind of had sex in my car in the parking lot.”

“God Apple, I was in that car yesterday when we went for lunch and now you're telling me that’s where you conceived you and Whiskey’s baby. I will never look at that car the same again.”

You groan loudly before the sobs start again, damn hormones. “I was so nervous when I got the call that I didn’t even think before I texted him and now look what I get to see all day!” You whip out your phone shoving it towards Tequila’s face.

“Dot, dot, dot… that’s all he wrote?” Tequila asks incredulously.

“Yeah that’s it! Oh shit I have completely screwed this up haven’t I? He’s not going to want this, I mean especially after what happened to his wife, and we’ve only been together a few months, and-”

“Do you love him?” Tequila cuts you off with his question.

“Yes,” you answer without having to think about it, “Of course I love him.”

“Then that’s all that matters. Just give it time, he should be back any day now from his mission and you will sit down and talk this through…. Apple do you want to have this baby?”

“Yes,” it was the truth, since the moment the doctor’s office had called and confirmed the baby it became yours and Whiskey or not you were going to have this baby.

“Ok then I have your back 100%, Uncle Tequila is going to be with you, every single step of the way.” Tequila pulls you back into a hug and you melt into his arms, knowing everything was going to be okay.

The rest of the day and the three days following that are a blur. You haven’t heard anything more from Jack and your feeling more and more depressed about it. Luckily Tequila is there to pick up the slack, he makes sure you're eating, drinking lots of water, and even goes with you to the first ultrasound appointment. Telling the nurse very proudly that he’s the baby's Uncle. When you both saw the sonogram for the first time, you honestly couldn’t tell who was crying more.

On the fourth day since you had sent the dreaded text message you finally heard from Jack. A single text message.

Meet me in my office. - Whiskey

Your heart leapt out of your chest and you reread the message over and over again before pinching yourself to make sure it was real. It was. You walk out of the lab in a sort of trance going over to the elevator and hitting the button for the eleventh floor. The whole ride up you feel like throwing up and you honestly don’t know if that’s from nerves or the pregnancy.

When you reach the large oak door, you knock hesitantly, the door swings open almost immediately and you are grabbed quickly before being yanked forward. The door shutting behind you. The room is pitch black and you can’t make anything out except that someone is holding you tightly against the door, their hands running all over your body. Before a warm mouth lands on yours. You sigh, you would know those lips anywhere.

“Jack” you moan when you're able to catch your breath, “Jack, what the hell are you doing? Turn on some lights in here.”

Jack's breathing is labored and you reach behind you for the light switch. When the light comes on you gasp. Jack never looks anything but immaculate but right now he’s a mess. No shoes, dirty jeans, wearing nothing but a sweat and blood drenched white t-shirt, and let’s not forget the bruises. His hands are slightly swollen, and purple, he’s leaning heavily on his right side, a black eye, and his nose looks broken. But all of that is nothing compared to his eyes, bloodshot, exhausted, and glassy with unshed tears.

“Oh...my god, Jack what the hell happened to you?” You rush around the room pulling his chair closer before you sit him down in the chair. You run over to the phone calling for Ginger in the lab to come with a med kit.

You try to help him remove his shirt but he’s hurt bad. You grab the scissors off his desk and begin cutting your way down the shirt. Underneath there’s even more bruises and a long jagged line made by some kind of knife. Ginger arrives moments later and gasps at his state, saying he arrived an hour ago and didn’t say anything to anyone. The two of you work quickly to get him patched up and healing, applying alpha-gel and bandages where needed. It’s only when you begin stitching up the wound on his chest that Whiskey breaks.

The tears slide down his cheeks and he openly sobs. Ginger looks at you and you nod letting her know she can leave before you kneel in front of Jack. “Baby, what’s wrong? We will get you all healed up, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“They took my phone,” the broken voice of your lover leaves you breathless, “I was tortured for days and one day they came in and showed me the message from you...they told me I was never going to see you again...that they were going to kill me, and I would never see you or our baby ever again.”

Your heart begins to beat even faster and the tears begin to form in your own eyes, before you reach up and gently put your hands on his cheeks. “Baby, it’s over now. You're not there anymore. I’m safe, we’re both safe.” You remove your hands to put them over your slightly raised bump. Jack looks down before putting his hands over yours.

“I’m done sugar,” he whispers brokenly, and for a moment you fear he means with you, “I am going to tell Champ today, I can’t do field work anymore. I don’t want to miss a single moment in our child’s life.”

“But...Jack you love being a field agent…” you start but he quickly cuts you off.

“I LOVE YOU MORE!” he shouts, “I….I can’t be a field agent and have you waiting around for me to not come home from a mission. I don’t want our baby not to know his or her father. I know we haven’t been together long but I am going to always choose you because I have been in love with you for a lot longer than we’ve been together!”

You don’t move for several minutes before you quietly respond, “oh Jack I love you too baby. I want to be with you and raise this baby with you and grow old with you.”

“Sugar, I want that too. So goddamn much,” he pulls you towards him pressing his mouth hard to your own.

When you break apart you ask him quietly, “Would you like to see our baby?”

Jack nods quickly before helping you to stand. You go back over to the door where you had thrown your lab coat off and riffle through the pockets looking for the sonogram photo. You take it out and hand it to Jack.

Jack spends a long time just staring at the picture of the tiny human growing inside you. When he finally looks up at you, fresh tears are making their way down his face. Your own cheeks are wet with them as well. He gently places the photo on the table before gesturing you forward. His hands reach out for you and when you get close enough he pulls your shirt up slowly. His hands rub gently over the small mound and he places his lips to your stomach.

“Your daddy is here, little one. No one is ever going to take me away from you or your mama again. I will be here for you every step of the way. I love you so much,” Jack looks up meeting your eyes and you see the reflection of love in his eyes back at you.

Day 9: No, you don’t -Maxwell Lord

#kingsman golden circle #Kingsman #Agent Whiskey #agent tequila #jack whiskey daniels #Agent Whiskey x reader #Pedro Pascal #November writing challenge #Day 8 #I'm tired #It's midnight

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

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CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation.

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them.

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over.

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night.

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only.

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away.

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to.

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight.

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though.

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes.

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #tchalla fic #tchalla x oc #angst #niggas aint shit #aly & aj #potential breakup song

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the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part six

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When Dean woke the next morning it was to the distinctive smell of waffles and the even more distinctive sound of Claire laughing. Letting out a small groan, Dean tried to move but found he was being held in place by the arms, and legs, of one very naked Cas Novak. Ah yes, how could he have forgotten about Cas’ obsession with wrapping himself around Dean like some kind of octopus? As Dean began to rouse he became distinctively more aware of the situation from the night before. The childish tit for tat fight with Cas that had ended up with them in bed together. Because of course that would happen. Both he and Cas knew it would happen because that's what they did. They fought like cat and dog before inevitably falling into bed together. This was why they’d come up with the stupid agreement to separate the twins, this was why they hadn’t seen each other in so many years. Because despite all the fights and how goddamn crazy Cas drove Dean, he loved him.

“Dad! Dads! Waffles are nearly ready!” Dean heard Claire yell from the kitchen. “Dads!”

“Claire, stop yelling. Be down in a minute!” Dean yelled back.

“You’re yelling!”

“Claire!”

“Fine!” Claire yelled.

“Why is there yelling?” Cas grumbled from where his face was pressed into Dean’s shoulder. “It’s too early for yelling.”

“That would be our daughter.” Dean said, suppressing a groan. “We should...we should probably get up before the pair of them barge in here.” Dean added, partly because it was true. Claire was probably a minute away from marching upstairs but also because his brain was a good thirty seconds away from imploding. All he knew was that he needed to get out of the house as quickly as possible, hoping to God that twins hadn’t heard anything from the night before.

Dean, of course, was completely unaware that the twins had woken up at six to disable the battery on the impala. He was also unaware that Claire and Jack had sent messages to Sam and Gabriel, stating that Cas had not slept in his own bed.

“You’re right.” Cas grumbled, removing his arms from around Dean. For a moment he missed the warmth and weight of Cas’ arms. “We should go downstairs.”

“Cas...should we talk about last night?” Dean stammered out as he watched Cas slide out of the bed, stark naked. Cas groaned and stretched, the muscles in his back rippling and all Dean could do was stare. For a sparklingly brief moment in time, Cas had been his. They’d belonged to each other. Dean could have slid out the bed and wrap his arms around Cas’ waist like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Can you guarantee that it won’t end in a fight?” Cas asked. He turned back to Dean, raising en eyebrow as he grabbed for his discarded underwear from the night before. Dean let out a groan and ran his hands over his face.

“Probably not.” Dean said from behind his hands.

“Dad! Waffles!” This time it was Jack yelling up the stairs.

“Jack, stop yelling. We’re coming down.” Cas called back. “Let me get changed, I’ll be right back.” Cas said, exiting the room while Dean just flopped back onto the bed. He was too old to be having an emotional crisis. He needed to get dressed. He needed to stop thinking about Cas naked.

"Good morning my little rays of sunshine!" Gabriel called when Dean and Cas walked into the kitchen.

“I thought you went home.” Dean grumbled.

“I did, I used my key this morning.”

"I'm getting my key back." Cas muttered as he shuffled over to the coffee machine.

"Sleep well?" Gabriel asked. "Worked up an appetite for waffles?" He added, cocking an eyebrow. Dean glared back before sitting down at the table. “Just asking a question.” Gabriel said.

“Not now Gabriel, just not now.” Cas said as he filled two mugs with coffee, handing one to Dean without saying a word.

“Thanks.” Dean said as Claire sauntered over with a plate full of waffles, syrup and fruit. “Morning, you packed Claire?” he asked. Claire just rolled her eyes and pointed at the waffles.

“Just eat breakfast dad.” She said while Jack handed a plate over to Cas. The twins sat down, their own plates stacked high with waffles, and exchanged smug looks.

“Well isn’t this lovely?” Gabriel said, sitting down across from the twins. Dean gave him a Sammy bitchy look as Gabriel grinned along with the twins.

“Ok, just spit it out.” Dean said. He pointed a syrup cover fork at Claire. “Because I know you Claire Mary Winchester, you can’t keep an opinion to yourself.”

“Are you and Dad getting back together?” Jack blurted out, staring at Cas. Sadly, Cas had taken a generous sip of his coffee. Cas spluttered and turned to just stare at Dean with a pleading look.

“Kids...look...your dad and I still really care about each other-”

“We gathered that after last night.” Jack said, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

“You guys are not quiet.” Claire added while Gabriel howled with laughter.

“Oh my god.” Cas muttered, burying his head in hands.

“OK, ok let’s stop talking about that.” Dean said holding up a hand because Cas looked a few seconds away from having a meltdown. “Kids, your dad and I still care about each other but we’re not going to get back together.” Dean said.

“But why?” Claire and Jack asked.

“For a lot of reasons that you’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Bulls-”

“Claire.” Dean warned.

“Ok, that’s horse poop.” Claire said. Dean just sat there and stared down his daughter until she huffed loudly and went back to eating her waffles. The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair, Dean and Cas barely exchanging a few words while Gabriel, Claire and Jack just smirked into their waffles. When breakfast was finally over Dean forced Claire upstairs to grab her stuff while he went outside to start the car.

Dean waited for the engine to turn over but nothing happened. “No baby, just start please.” Dean pleaded, sending out a silent prayer. He tried once again but nothing happened. Great, just great. Clambering out the car, Dean stomped back into the house where the twins were waiting for him. Claire’s duffel bag at her feet.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“The car wont start, I’m just gonna grab a torch so I can check over the engine.” Dean said.

“Not that I don’t think you're capable of looking over a car Dean-o, but why don’t I call my mechanic?” Gabriel asked, walking into the hallway holding a mug of coffee. “He can come and look over the car while you get to spend some time with the kiddos.” At Gabriel’s suggestion Jack’s face lit up.

“We could see the memorial or the library. Walk along the waterfront!” Jack suggested.

“Or go to the Smithsonian!” Claire offered.

“Who's going to the Smithsonian?” Cas asked as he too walked into the hallway.

“The car won’t start. I just need to grab a torch-”

“But Uncle Gabriel has said he can call a mechanic. That way we can spend the day together.” Jack intoned. “Please dad, we don’t know when we’re next going to be able to spend the day together.” he added. Both he and Claire gave Dean the puppy dog eyes and all of Dean’s steely resolve dissolved. Goddamn kids. Dean thought.

“Ok, if Cas isn’t busy then we can do something.” Dean said. “I’m only agreeing to this because it’ll stop you two from complaining.”

“Us? Complain? Never.” Jack said.

“I have nothing on today, I had the whole weekend free to spend time with Jack after he came back from camp.” Cas said.

“Excellent! I’ll call the old mechanic and you four can stroll around the capital with the dysfunctional family you are.” Gabriel said, beaming as he strolled out the room, phone in hand. How the hell did that just happen? Dean thought as the twins whooped loudly, running upstairs to go and get dressed.

“How...how did they do that?” Cas asked, looking from the staircase back to Dean.

“I don’t know...never let either of them get into politics, that’s how dictators are born.” Dean said. “I guess we should get ready...if you’re ok with this?”

“Dean, it’s fine. If it makes the kids happy then I’m happy.” Cas said.

An hour later Cas found himself, the twins and Dean walking around the main tourist spots of Washington DC. The sun blazed down on them as Cas stopped every now and then to offer facts or anecdotes. He pointed out his office as they made their way down Pennsylvania Avenue.

“Not too shabby Cas, makes the garage back home look like a salvage yard.” Dean said as Cas showed them the Eisenhower building.

“Not be silly, it’s just a building.” Cas said, feeling his face blush.

“Dude, we can see the White House from here. That’s cool.” Dean said.

“I’d offer you a tour but I know as soon as I walk in there I’ll be dragged into some budgetary discussion.” Cas explained. Under the hot sun they made their way towards 17th Street, both twins talking excitedly as they got closer to the Lincoln reflecting pool.

“Winter Soldier opening scene recreation?” Jack asked Claire excitedly.

“Loser buys the other ice cream.” Claire shot back. “Three, two, one...go!” She cried.

Cas watched as the twins sprinted away, laughing at each as they pumped their arms to go faster. Claire whooping loudly when it looked like she was winning.

"So...last night." Dean said, his hands in his pockets as he glanced at Cas. Instantly the mood changed but Cas knew they needed to have this conversation away from the twins.

"It was an inevitability." Cas said as he watched Jack push forward, laughing hysterically as Claire tried to catch him up. "As utterly impossible I find you, it's hard to be around you and not have it happen." Cas said, determinedly not looking at Dean. "You were the love of my life Dean. Sometimes I hate that I feel this way. Life would be easier."

"How so?" Dean asked.

"Because I wouldn't be here feeling like there was always a part of me missing." Cas explained. "I don't even know if you feel that way too but I do."

“You’re not the only who feels like that Cas.” Dean said after a beat. “Do you mean that? About something missing?" Dean asked.

"Why would I lie to you? You said that night that you would probably never be here again. There's no point in being false." Cas said. In the distance Claire and Jack were passing the Lincoln memorial. Cas smiled wistfully at the pair of them. "Over the years I would think about what it would be like if they met."

"Cas...you left. I didn't want you to."

"You're right and I think about that nearly every day." Cas said, finally looking over at Dean. He was looking back at Cas with a distraught look in his green eyes. "I tried to banish all memories of you but with you here, after spending time with Claire, everything is coming back."

"I'm going to say something that I've wanted to say for a long time. I’m going to say it because who knows when we’ll be here again." Dean said, taking a breath before speaking again. Cas braced himself for whatever Dean would say, not too sure how else he could react. "I never stopped loving you, I need you to know that. I see you in Claire all the time. It’s like seeing a ghost. The stubbornness, the way she just stares at you like she can into your soul...she's just so you."

"I have the same problem with Jack. He will say something and it will just hit me." Cas said as Dean’s words sunk in. “I...I never stopped loving you. I left but I still loved-”

“Winner!” Claire cried, racing over to Dean and Cas with a wide grin. Jack was seconds behind her, panting like crazy. “You owe me ice cream now.” Claire said joyfully to Jack.

“Ugh, fine.” Jack said.

“I guess this is the cue for ice cream.” Dean said, lowering his voice so only Cas could hear him. “We...we can talk about this later.”

By the time they made it back to the house Dean was exhausted. They had traipsed to several tourist spots and all he wanted to do was have a long nap. He was definitely going to need a strong coffee before heading back on the road with a sullen Claire in tow. The four of them had only just walked through the door when Gabriel appeared.

"Hey Dean-o, the mechanic looked over the car and it's fine. Turns the battery had been dis-" Gabriel stopped when he saw Claire frantically motioning for him to shut up. Dean rounded on his daughter.

"Claire?" He asked. “Any idea how the battery was disconnected on the car?”

“Haven’t a clue.” Claire said. Beside him, Dean heard Cas let out a snort.

“What? What about this is funny?”

“She has the exact same tell as Jack when she’s lying. She scratches her ear.” Cas said with a fond smile towards Claire, who beamed back.

“Don’t smile at that.” Dean said exasperatedly to Claire before rounding on Gabriel. “It doesn’t take long to reconnect the battery, why didn’t you call Cas and tell him?”

“I...I…” Gabriel stammered before groaning. “Sorry kids. Jack and Claire gave me fifty bucks to keep you guys out as long as possible. Preferably so long that you couldn’t drive back tonight.”

“Uncle Gabriel!” The twins cried.

“Ok enough.” Cas said. “You can go home.” He said pointing at Gabriel. “And you two can go upstairs to think about what you’ve done. Without your phones as well.” Cas said, holding out his hand for Claire and Jack’s phones. “Upstairs. Now.” He said in a firm voice. Both Jack and Claire groaned loudly before handing over their phones. Cas could hear them stomping up every step and into Jack’s room.

“Ok...I’ll just...head out. Toodles!” Gabriel said, giving Dean a salute before hurrying out of the living room. Once they heard the door close, Dean sank onto the couch and huffed loudly.

“I swear between Gabriel and our kids, my blood pressure has gone through the roof.” Dean said, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I know just the thing to help.” Cas said, leaving Dean alone in the living room for several moments before returning.“I thought that we could both do with a drink.” Cas said, walking into the living room holding two glasses of red wine.

“After the past two days I could drink a bar dry.” Dean said, accepting the glass from Cas. “Thanks.”

“You know, I love our kids but they are little shits.” Cas said bluntly.

“I know I can be blamed for Claire but Jack had you bringing him up. He should be an angel.” Dean said between sips of wine.

“In my defence, he has also had Gabriel’s influence so really there was no hope.” Cas said with a sigh. The pair sat in comfortable silence for several minutes as they drank their wine.

“You know, this isn't bad.” Dean said, holding out his glass. “What?” he asked when he saw Cas’ bemused expression.

“This is actually the same wine we had at our wedding. I’d say I’m surprised you don’t remember but then again, this is the same wine that caused you to drunkenly scream sing ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’.” Cas said with a small smile. “I...well I had a bottle and thought…”

“We could reminisce?” Dean asked. He looked back at his glass with a strange look of longing.

“Are you ok?” Cas asked.

“Huh, of yeah...fine…” Dean said but Cas knew better. There had been a time when he had known every single aspect of Dean.

“You know, you don't have to be so gallant all the time Dean.” Cas said “You can tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Want me to be honest?” Dean asked. Cas nodded. “I’m thinking about how stupid I was for never coming after you. For splitting the twins up and not being married to you anymore.” Cas’ breath left his body as Dean placed his wine glass onto the coffee table. Time seemed to slow down as Dean lifted a hand to cup Cas’ cheek. He brought their foreheads together and let out a breath almost like a lament. “I miss you. I really miss you Cas.” Dean whispered. Cas pulled away for a moment to place his own glass on the table and turned back to Dean. “Say something.” Dean pleaded.

“I miss you too.” Cas said. Dean smiled that beautiful Dean Winchester smile and brought their lips together. Cas melted into the kiss, one that was so different from the frantic kisses of the night before. Last night had been fueled by something primal but now, the only thing fueling Cas was the wave of so many memories.

He was twenty one years old, stood next to his piece of shit car as a twenty three year old Dean grinned at him, promising that he could fix it for a great price. The two of them sitting in a dimly lit bar, Dean throwing back his head as he laughed at something Cas had said, slapping the table and finding it even more amusing that Cas didn’t even realise he was being funny. Dean kissing him for the first time and Cas knowing that he had found his home. Cas was twenty four years old, wrapped in Dean’s arms as they looked out across the vast ocean. Dean had stopped throwing up as he slowly found his sea legs. Cas saying that he was so happy and wasn’t sure how their trip to England could get any better. Dean slowly unwrapping his arms from Cas and looking nervous. Cas staring back with a confused expression, that expression turning to one of shock as Dean dropped down to one knee. Both of them standing with tears in their eyes as the captain pronounced them married. They were walking hand in hand as they made their way through Camden, Cas having to hold on tight so Dean wouldn’t try to get a tattoo. Dean dragging Cas to every single record store to hunt down albums they didn’t have.

Cas standing in the kitchen as Dean came barreling into the room, picking Cas up easily and spinning him round as they discovered they were going to be parents.

Every single memory crashed over Cas as he deepened the kiss. Breathless but not caring because he had missed this so much. No screaming at each other over broken mugs. Just love.

“Don’t leave in the morning.” Cas said pleadingly as they broke away.

“Cas…”

“Just...stay...I don’t know how but we can work something out.” Cas said breathlessly. “Please Dean.”

#deancas parent trap #deancas fic #destiel fic #deancas #destiel #sam writes #jesus this was longer than I thought it was going to be #it's choppy and shitty but i did my best #as always #if you want to be included in the tag list just let me know #there's porbably going to be 2 more parts to this #idk man i didn't even plan for it to be this long wtf

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amelinksanatomy · 3 years

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Again?

A/N: not greatly written but hope you all enjoy anyway.

“Hey guys!” Amelia loudly announced her presence to her sisters as she arrived at the restaurant “Sorry I’m late, Scout decided he didn’t want to wear pants today”

Meredith and Maggie laughed as they watched their sister place her 10-month-old son into the high chair at the end of the table before flopping into the booth herself. The sisters spent some time catching up before the waitress approached them to take their order. Maggie went first, followed by Meredith and then Amelia “I’ll just have the peperoni pizza please” upon hearing this, the brunettes sisters turned to look at each other, Amelia completely oblivious of the staring as she reaches her hand over and runs her fingers through her baby’s hair,

“And do you have a little fruit salad or anything?”

“Banana and strawberries ok?” the waitress offers “Yeah, we’ll get that, thanks” the sisters smiled and handed over their menus.

As the waitress walked away, Scout began fussing indicating he was hungry. Amelia pulled him out of the seat and onto her lap, unbuttoning her shirt to allow the baby to eat before looking back towards her sisters “What are you two staring at?”

Maggie and Meredith looked at each other before looking back at their sister, whose eyebrows were raised waiting for an answer “You’re having peperoni pizza?”

“Yeah why?” Amelia clearly confused by the question “Oh no, nothing, no reason”.

Amelia readjusted her position as Scout continued eating “Clearly there is a reason… so what is it?”, Maggie sits up straight and clears her throat “It’s… it’s just, well…”

“Amelia, are you pregnant again?” Meredith interrupts causing Amelia to choke on air

“What?!” she laughs “Pepperoni pizza? Amelia the only time I have ever seen you eat peperoni was when you were pregnant with Scout…”

“That doesn’t mean that i-“

“The other day at work” Maggie starts “You were complaining the coffee smells too strong”

“Last week, when you were holding Ellis, you were complaining that your boobs were sore”

“Yesterday, when I asked if you wanted a snack, you told me to stop talking about food because you felt nauseous”

“Okay, okay, I get the message” Amelia laughs nervously as she moves Scout back to his chair “But all of those things do not mean I’m pregnant, I’m just getting my period!”

“Alright, take a test then, if you’re so sure” Meredith pulls the box out of her purse and smacks it on the table in front of Amelia, who looks around with wide eyes before snatching it out of sight “You brought that with you!?!”

“Yes! we knew you’d deny it!” Maggie shot back as Amelia scowled at her. Amelia looked down at the box in her hand “Fine!” she got up from the table “This is just to prove you both wrong!”.

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Minutes later the three sisters are sat staring at the stick in front of them while Scout is babbling away. The timer on Amelia’s phone sounds as she jumps to turn it off a quickly as she could. The sisters exchange looks before Amelia slowly brings the test close to her, flipping it over and observing the result

“Oh shit” Amelia’s jaw drops “Oh my god”.

Maggie reaches forward and grabs the stick out of Amelia’s hand “We were right!!” Meredith exclaims, earning a hit on the arm from Maggie. Amelia sits motionless with her mouth open, not knowing what to do or say.

“Amelia? Are you okay?” Meredith asks but receives not response.

It’s not until Scout starts to wail that Amelia snaps out of her daze to pick him up and pull him into her chest “Oh it’s okay baby, mommy’s got you” Amelia rocks her son softly, trying to calm him. Her attempts work as Scout settles down into his mom’s chest, Amelia looks up at her sisters

“Another one? How am I supposed to handle that, Scout is still so little!” she strokes her boy’s cheek softly with her finger.

“Have you and Link talked about whether you want more kids?” Amelia shakes her head “Not yet, I mean Scout was a surprise and we’ve just been enjoying spending time with him”.

Meredith opens her mouth to say something “Oh god how am I supposed to tell Link we’re having another oops baby? Don’t get me wrong we love Scout, adore him, he is our whole world but telling Link I was pregnant with him… the man nearly passed out!” Amelia rubs her head, stressed

“Amelia, that was so different! You guys had only just started dating, it wasn’t serious and then all of a sudden there was a baby! But now, you’re in a serious relationship, you live together, and you have a baby already… I’m sure Link would be excited!” Maggie attempts to reassure her sister “I guess it would be nice for Scout to have siblings, I know Link hated being an only child… I just never would have thought this soon”.

Amelia looks down, admiring her sleeping son in her arms and smiles softly “Alright… how do I tell him?! I do not want a repeat of last time!”.

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Hours later, Amelia is stood in her bathroom holding the 8 positive pregnancy test’s she had just taken. She had spent her whole day trying to figure out how to tell Link until she decided on something simple but better than just blurting it out.

Link was in the nursery across the hall getting Scout ready for bed and down into his crib. Once the baby was down, Link walked into their bedroom where he was met with Amelia nervously sitting at the foot of the bed, a small box on her lap

“Babe, you alright?” Amelia nods and offers him a smile “Come sit for a second”, Link does as told and Amelia stands up in front of him and begins pacing

“Amelia, what’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, no I just…” Amelia holds out the box to Link “Just… Open this”.

Link takes the box from her and removes the lid cautiously, Amelia watching closely. He pulls back the layer of gold tissue paper to reveal a number of white and pink sticks. Link looks up at Amelia with confusion on his face to see hers covered in nerves, she nods as he reaches in and pulls out one of the sticks. He flips it over and takes a second to study it, his jaw falling open as he throws the stick onto the bed beside him before picking up another one, then another until the box is empty. He looks up at Amelia, and then to the positive test in his hand and then back up at Amelia again

“Are you serious?! Are these real?!” Amelia nods slowly, unsure of his reaction “You’re pregnant?!”

“Yes, and I know we haven’t talked about whet-“

“We’re having another baby?!” Link stands up to face Amelia “We are!” Amelia smiles softly

“We’re having another baby!!!” Link lunges forward and picks Amelia up, holding her tight and spinning her around, smiling so wide before putting her down and pulling away. He holds her face in his hands gently, their teary eyes meeting

“I love you” Amelia smiles sweetly “I love you too, always”.

#amelink #amelia and link #link and amelia #amelia shepherd #Atticus Lincoln #Amelia Shepherd and Atticus Lincoln #greys anatomy #greys #caterina scorsone #chris carmack

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demxters · 4 years

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Plums

pope heyward x reader

request: can u do a pope x reader fic where he’s trying to ask her out but the reader is oblivious and thinks he’s practicing his skills on her

word count: 1.6k

warnings: swearing

a/n: this request was so cute, pope deserves much more love

also s/o to @heliopvth for reading it over for me love you 💕

(gif credit @rudypankows)

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“Do you have a plum?” you hear someone ask.

Looking up, you are met with Pope Heyward, one of your best friends. A look of confusion comes across your face at his question.

“No?” he continues. “That’s ok. How about a date?”

You stand in place for a second before fully understanding what he said. You let out a loud laugh and walk over to him, throwing your arm around his shoulders. “Nice one, sly guy. How long did it take you to come up with that one? One week?”

Pope feels his cheeks heat up at the feeling of your arm around him as you press up against his side. Pope looks at you, still smiling and looking straight ahead. He thought you looked beautiful as the breeze slightly blew through your hair, making your face a clearer sight for him to see. “Ha, ha,” Pope lets out, sarcastically. “One night, actually.”

You remove your arm from around his shoulders snatching the cap off his head in the process before placing it backwards on your head. “Wow, I’m impressed bubba. Your future girlfriend will be lucky to have you gracing her with your corny jokes and cheesy pick up lines.”

“Yeah…” is all Pope says, looking away from you and walking a little faster so he’s in front of you. Pope has liked you ever since the day you guys met through the Pogues. There was something about the way you smiled and cared for everyone more than you did for yourself that made Pope drawn to you like a moth to a flame. After John B got together with Sarah, he couldn’t help but wish that he were with you too. He wanted to be able to hold your hand and go on long walks on the beach, or have you edit his scholarship essays while cuddling on his bed (which he definitely hasn’t imagined you two doing more than once). But he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to ask you out. So, he did something he never thought he’d do in a million years; he asked JJ for help. Which led him to where he is now, trying to nonchalantly ask you out through subtle touches and pick up lines, which clearly isn’t working. “So… about that date,” Pope continues as you catch up with him.

“Well I would love to accompany you on a date, Mr. Heyward,” you say in a posh accent, linking your arm through his. You clear your throat, your voice returning back to normal.“But seriously, Pope, ask any girl out like that and I guarantee they’ll say yes,” you say, skipping to the Chateau, pulling him along.

Then why didn’t you? He wonders.

_____

“So Pope,” John B says before taking another sip of his beer. “How’s it going with Y/N?”

“No progress,” Pope mumbles with his head down.

“Maybe you’re not being confident enough, man,” JJ says, patting Pope on the shoulder. “You gotta show her that you’re the shit, you know?”

“No, don’t do that,” John B retorts. “I don’t see why you can’t just ask her out normally? Like, ‘Hey, Y/N, I think you’re pretty hot. Wanna go out sometime?’”

“First of all, I do not sound like that. And second, I can’t.” Pope glances over to where you’re laying with Sarah in Kie in one of the hammocks. You catch him looking and shoot him a smile and a small wave, which he reciprocates before turning back to the boys. “I can’t because she’s Y/N, you know?”

JJ gives Pope a look of confusion while John B shakes his said saying, “No, Pope. We don’t know, please elaborate.”

Pope sighs before continuing. “It’s just, she’s my best friend and I don’t want to scare her away.”

“Oh, so using cheesy pick up lines was the best way to go,” John B mutters.

��Hey, at least it makes her feel comfortable. I don’t want to ask her and make her feel weird…” Pope trails off.

He takes one last look at you, before heading back into the Chateau to grab you both some drinks.

_______

Pope walks up to you and the girls with two bottles of iced tea in his hands. Stopping right in front of you he asks, “Did you hear that?”

You look at the girls that you're sandwiched between with raised eyebrows. Kie gives you a shrug and Sarah just shakes her head with a laugh. “Hear what?”

Pope points to the shore. “The ocean wants you to join me for a drink.”

Kie and Sarah share a knowing look as you say, “Really Heyward? Look at you hitting on me twice in one day.” You smile before saying, “Save some of your material for the other girls, Pope.” You giggle and reach out to grab the drink in his hand, only for Pope to abruptly pull away.

“Never mind,” he grumbles. “Forget it.” He then storms off towards the boys who were watching from the porch. He gathers his things and announces, “I’m gonna call it a night guys. I have work tomorrow anyways.” And just like that Pope walks away from the Chateau, leaving you lost and confused at his sudden change in demeanor.

“What was that about?” you ask, turning to both Sarah and Kie.

“Really Y/N?” Sarah asks with a look of bewilderment on her face.

“How oblivious could you be?” Kie says, throwing her hands in the air. “That boy was just trying to ask you out and you just shut him down.”

“Wha-that’s not true. There is no way that Pope was trying to ask me out,” you say, shaking your head in denial. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Pope wanted to ask you out? “But, Pope is my best friend.”

“Yeah, so? Y/N he’s been trying to ask you out for days now. The cheesy pick up lines? The flirting?”

You groan, running a hand down your face. “Oh my god, I am such an idiot!” The one guy you’ve had your heart set on since you first saw him actually liked you back and you might’ve just ruined your chances. You had to admit that it hurt whenever he’d throw pick up lines and compliments at you. You just couldn’t accept that maybe, just maybe this wonderful boy was in love with you too. Wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes you lean back thinking about the way Pope stormed off earlier. “He probably hates me now,” you say in between sniffs.

“Oh, babe, that’s not true,” Sarah says running a comforting hand down your back. “Why don’t we drop you off at home. You should get some rest and confront Pope about it in the morning.”

“Ok,” you whisper. Standing up from the hammock, you and the girls bid John B and JJ goodbye and head home.

______

The next morning, Pope was loading up his dad’s boat with groceries when he heard a soft “hey” come from behind him. Pope turns around to see you standing at the dock with a plastic bag in your hand. Ever since last night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The fact that you couldn’t see how much he liked you hurt him, but you made yourself clear, you didn’t want him. So, he turned back around and continued loading up the groceries.

You cleared your throat, a little hurt by his reaction. You reach into your plastic bag and throw what was in there onto the boat. “Do you have a plum?”

Pope stares at the bag of dried dates you threw in front of him before looking at you and repeating what you said to him. “Do I have a plum…” he says quizzically.

“No? That’s ok because I think you’ve got yourself a date,” you say softly, stepping onto the boat so close to him that you could see the small pool of tears forming at the edge of his eyes.

“What?” Pope asks with a light laugh, his voice slightly wavering.

“I said, you’ve got yourself a date Heyward.” You take one of his hands in yours and place your other hand on his cheek. You tilt his head up so you can look him in the eyes and sincerely state, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Pope asks, still unable to piece together what’s going on.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were trying to ask me out this whole time. I am such an idiot. But Pope, I like you, I really do. I was just so scared that you might not like me back so I buried my feelings away. I pushed them so far away that I couldn’t even see that you were asking me out, plain as day.” You close your eyes, blinking away your tears. You open your eyes when you feel Pope’s hand on your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispers. “I like you too. So much.” He tests the waters, leaning in slightly so your nose to nose. When you don’t move away, he leans all the way in pressing his lips against yours.

It was a short but sweet kiss that made your knees go weak at the feeling. Pulling away you look at Pope with a huge smile on your face as you stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

He caresses your cheek with a smile on his face and his heart full. “So, you were saying something about a date?”

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chibsytelford · 4 years

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Terrible Things

*** GIF CREDIT TO CREATOR ***

Authors Note - I’m back again with another sad Angel fic. This wasn’t a request but I was listening to Terrible Things” by Mayday Parade and got this fic idea.

I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s sad as fuck and I apologise in advance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bllr63yMszw - song link

Warnings - slight mention of cancer

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"Pop, can you tell me about mom?" Angel knew that question would come at some point from his son Danilo. He was a teenager now and Angel knew he would be more curious about his mom after seeing all the mothers dropping their children off to school every morning. When Danilo was younger Angel showed him pictures of his mama, and always told him "that's your mom, and she loves us so much". It always broke Angel's heart thinking of her and talking about her, but he wanted Danilo to know who his mother was.

He vowed to tell Dan about her when he asked even though he knew that he probably wouldn't get through it without breaking down. 15 years later and the pain was still indescribable and very very raw. She was the love of Angel's life and he knew he would never find anyone like you.

Angel sat Danilo down at the table and patted his knee. "Are you sure you wanna know Dan?" He asked his son.

"Si pops" Danilo told him and that was the encouragement Angel needed to start talking.

By the time I was your age, I'd give anything

To fall in love truly was all I could think

That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams

The most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen.

"When I first saw her, she took my breath away instantly. She was struggling to carry shopping bags to her car so I offered to help being the gentlemen I am" Angel smiled sadly at the memory. He can still see her struggling to juggle 6 bags with 2 arms. She refused help at first but Angel didn't take no for an answer and grabbed the bags from her causing her to smile. And from that moment on he knew he wouldn't let this woman leave his life.

"She had this smile that lit up every single room she walked into son, you would have loved it like I did". It was Danilos turn to smile sadly.

"I really wish I could have seen that smile pops, but I've seen pictures of it and she was so beautiful" Danilo told his dad.

"She really was Dan" Angel confirmed.

"What happened next? When did you see her again?" Angel was coping ok telling this part of the story, they were happy memories which filled his life with pure and utter joy.

She said, "boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?

I can't help but notice you staring at me

I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe

I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you son. I followed her home" Angel smiled sheepishly at his son. "Never do that though kiddo" he warned Dan and ruffled his hair.

"I watched her go into her house and I just knocked on the door" Angel laughed. "No plan, no nothing". When she opened the door I just stood there and stared at her like an idiot, she asked me how I knew where she stayed, so I just shrugged and flashed her my best smile"

Angel smiled at the memory. He will never forget the look she gave him. She wasn't scared or pissed off or annoyed. She was happy and Angel knew that she knew he was in love with her already. He had never felt the butterflies he felt when she shook her head softly and smiled her beautiful smile at him.

He was smitten and boy did she know it. "She literally said to me - "I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me" - "and I didn't deny it. I'm glad I didn't".

"She sounds wonderful dad, what happened next? What did you guys get up to?" Angel was so glad Danilo wanted to learn more about his mother. He knew he would want to say some point and he was glad it was when he was old enough to understand.

Now most of the time we'd have too much to drink and we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything

Too young to notice and too dumb to care

Love was a story that couldn't compare

"We were still pretty young back then, so we spent most of our time getting drunk under the stars. Our favourite place was a little hut down on the beach. We don't know who owned it but we claimed it as our own" Angel took her there for a first date and it soon became their favourite place to go. They kept a blanket and some pillows under the bench at the hut for when they were too drunk to drive home.

They said their first “I love you’s” there, and Angel found out he was going to be a father there.

I said, "girl can I tell you a wonderful thing?

I made you a present with paper and string

Open with care now, I'm asking you please

You know that I love you will you marry me?"

"I proposed to her there too" Angel smiled sadly at the memory. "I wrapped up a ring box, and put some string and ribbon on top. I told her it was just a little gift but really it was a ring". Angel didn't know what the perfect way to propose was. He had never thought he would get married and he didn't really have any serious relationships so this was all new territory for him. "As she opened it, I went behind her and got down on one knee. She turned around and was crying but that beautiful smile lit up her face".

"And she said yes" Dan confirmed.

"That she did kid, she made me the happiest man alive".

Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things

You'll learn one day, and I hope and I pray that God shows you differently

The hardest part was coming up for Angel. He had told Danilo some of the happier memories Angel and his mother shared but he knew that he owed Danilo the whole truth. He knew Dan could handle it, he just didn't know if he could handle telling Dan.

"This next part Dan, isn't sunshine and rainbows. All of it isn't happy memories but I want to tell you the truth. I'm telling you because life can do terrible and awful things and I just want you to be ready for what life can unexpectedly throw at you" He reached out and grabbed his son's hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss before placing it onto his own cheek and cuddling it.

She said, "boy can I tell you a terrible thing?

It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks

Please don't be sad now, I really believe

You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me

"Everything was going great. We were married and were expecting you. You were due in a few weeks and it was supposed to be the best time of our lives, well it was, but also the fucking hardest" Angel couldn't stop the few tears that spilled from his eyes. He wasn't ashamed of crying in front of his son. It was a natural human trait so he didn't wipe them away.

"She called me at work. Asked me to come home quickly. I thought she was in labour with you so I drove home as quickly as I could. When I got home she was sitting on the kitchen floor cuddling the blanket she knitted for you". Dan left the table for a few seconds and came back holding the very same blanket that his mom made for him.

"I love this blanket pops" Dan told Angel.

"I know you do son, I know you do" Angel grabbed Dan's hand again and resumed talking.

"Anyway, she told me that she had cancer, and the doctor's said she might just stay alive long enough to give birth to you" Angel's world stopped right then and there.

She didn't tell Angel that she had a feeling she was sick. She lost some hair and her bones ached, she wasn't eating and was sick, but she played it off as pregnancy symptoms and Angel will never forgive himself for believing her or for not pushing it. She went to the doctor's alone and she told them how she felt so sick and tired constantly, and she didn't just think it was the pregnancy. The doctor's confirmed she had cancer and gave her only a few weeks to live.

"I picked her up and sat her on my knee, cuddling her, letting her cry for hours and hours. It was the worst moment of my life" Angel was now crying hysterically having to relive that moment again and Dan went over and pulled him in for a cuddle of his own. Angel grabbed onto him for dear life, refusing to let go for a while.

When Angel was finally composed enough to talk he continued. "She died right after giving birth to you mate. Her body couldn't take it. She pushed through the pain long enough to bring me an amazing gift. She gave me happiness and sadness in one go. I was ecstatic to have a mini me, but heartbroken that I would raise you on my own and you would never meet the love of my life, your mama".

Angel had help from his own pops Felipe, and his brother EZ and the rest of the MC he was in. They all helped Angel grieve and to raise Danilo and he will forever be thankful to them all for that.

So don't fall in love there's just too much to lose

If you're given the choice then I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away

Don't let it get you, I can't bear to see the same happen to you.

Angel didn't want to scare Danilo away from love. Away from something that could make him as happy as it made Angel. The chance to have his own kids. But he also didn't want Danilo to feel the sheer pain that he does every single day of his life. To wake up in the morning crying, having nightmares every single night of the exact moment he lost his wife. His partner. His everything.

"Dan, I'm not going to lie to you. I haven't lied to you all night. It hurts everyday man, every single day I think of your mom, all the memories, all the laughs, all the tears, all the arguments and it hurts like hell. I'm not trying to scare you away from love, but please, if you can avoid it, do it".

Angel knew it was so selfish of him to say that, but he would rather be selfish than watch his son go through what he has.

"I love you so much buddy, never forget that". Angel pulled Dan into his chest and kissed his forehead. He was glad to have got some things off his chest. Only Felipe and EZ knew everything, and now Danilo did too.

“I love you too dad”.

Angel just wished that Dan would never forget his mother.

#angel reyes imagine #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc #angel reyes

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Why don’t you put the boy down

Salem has Jaune and Ren on their knees at her mercy, Oscar being held up by several Shadow Hands, the boys clearly tired and damaged.

Jaune grimaces with rage, while Ren’s normally calm expression was broken by a snarl.

Salem smirks at the pair.

“I suppose,” Salem says with a twirl of her wrist. “This is where, according to what they call them? The tropes? Cliches?” She says ponderously. “Well, I suppose the words are ultimately meaningless as long as you understand meaning. I’m giving you a chance for last words, for those who’ve gotten as far you two have yet to disappoint in their personal epitaph.”

Jaune looks to Ren, a unspoken message in their eyes.

Jaune gets up first and pulls out Crocea Mors.

Salem raise a eyebrow. “Oh? No words, choosing the warriors death?”

Jaune shakes his head, and presses a formerly unseen button on Crocea Mors handle. Seconds passes as it transform, its blade widening and hilt lengthening, transforming into a electric guitar!

Salem looks surprised, “That is interesting, but I fail to see what you’re doing.”

Jaune plants the sheath into the ground, it changes into a amplifier, and then he plugs a cord into the guitar link it to the Amp. He strums it, smiles, looks to Ren with a thumbs up.

Ren nods, removes the blades from Stormflower, and puts the guns on the ground and presses another unseen button causing the guns to turn into a pair of drums, and pulling out device that starts to turning a snazzy electronic beat.

Ren grips Stromflowers blades in hand spinning them, which when done reveals a pair of drum sticks.

The Ren pulls a piano out of nowhere

“Ren, lay down the beat.” “Got it boss.”

Confusion evident on her face, Salem ask. “What is this?”

The boys merely smile.

Oscar though, Oscar knows what going on, and starts laughing.

“What why do you laugh, Ozma?“

Oscar smiles coyly. “You’ll see.”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

Jaune then begins to sings as Ren plays the piano.

“ Oh, come and see the opening band Now that you've got your tickets And beverages in hand They look so tired, sound uninspired Guitars are secondhand 'Cause no one likes an opening band”

Salem lets out a laugh at the boys self-deprecation.

“Nobody likes the opening band Their set time's far too early And I've never heard of them And chances are they won't go far Career is sure to end 'Cause no one likes an opening band”

Salem looks behind herself to see Oscar with a tambourine. “Where in the hell did you get that?” Before snatching it away, causing Oscar to pout.

“Oh, unfamiliar things will make us nervous But singing here for you gives me a purpose, so...Take pity on the opening bands 'Cause no one came to see them Except their mom and dad But if you lend an ear And give them just one little chance You may just like the You may just like the You may just like the opening band “

Salem smiles happily, “Well, I must say an odd choice of last words, but amusing nonetheless, now prepare-”

Suddenly a sound reminiscent of the oldest computers starts to play, as Ren gets to work drumming.

“What you’re not done, oh, now I get why you played the song. Are you giving me a concert, why how flattering!”

Jaune starts to play his guitar.

“Big shot, so what?

Do you wanna pretend?

You took the magic

But the magic couldn't buy you love.

Now I want you to leave Oscar alone.”

At first Salem seem to enjoy the music, then she looks like she was slapped by the words she just heard.

“They say the devil that you know

Is better than the devil that you don't

Oh, you're a big shot here, but nobody else knows

Now I want you to leave Oscar alone”

Salem speaks up, but Jaune and Ren don’t notice. “I’ll have you know I’m very well known. I even have cults!”

The boys don’t care and keep playing.

“Blind spot, take your best shot

Lucky me

Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree”

Salem looks confused. “What does that even mean? Wait, are you telling me to have fun then kill myself!?”

Jaune smiles and says nothing, but Ren just slowly raises the bird.

Salem again. “Why, I never!”

Jaune starts singing again.

“ Now I want you to leave Oscar alone

They say the devil that you know Is better than the devil that you don't

Oh, you're a big shot here, but nobody else knows

Now I want you to leave Oscar alone,”

“I hate how catchy this is.” Salem grumbles.

Jaune stares at Salem with fiery blue eyes.

“Four in the morning

But we're having such a lovely time

Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign

Aristocrat, tip your hat and break your mother's heart

And when the sun comes up

You'll find a brand new god

(Hey, come on)

(A brand new god)

(Oh, oh) “

Salem starts looking a little intimidated at the slowly revealing madness of the blondes gaze. Ren, wasn’t helping his gaze cold and dead as a stone grave.

“ Now I want you to leave Oscar alone

They say the devil that you know

Is better than the devil that you don't

Oh, you're a big shot here, but nobody else knows

Now I want you to leave Oscar alone ”

Jaune stops finishing, and grabs a glass of water from Ren.

“Now if you’re done, I will get to killing you.”

Jaune holds up a finger, and finishes his glass of water, then puts it on Ren’s hand, who refills it with his water-skin.

Then Jaune starts playing his Guitar, while Ren hum, O oh oh oow.

“Ok, there’s more feel free to tell me when,” Then she turns to Oscar who has another tambourine. “Fine, keep it, I don’t care.” Salem says pouting.

Jaune starts singing in a disturbingly cheery voice.

“ Stop Drop And drag me into place And lock the fire escapes I'll break your pretty face (Yeah, yeah)”

Salem raise a finger. “Ok, this one sounds a little different than the last two.”

Jaune merely smiles a maniac smile at her.

“Oh, you Clever little things The sycophantic teens What a precious basket case (Yeah, yeah)”

“Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time, that it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep”

Salem reels back again. “What are these lyrics, who wrote them, are they aimed at me?! This is starting to get disturbing.” Salem says slightly panicked

“You get everything you want And magic always talks To the idiot savants (Yeah, yeah)”

“That’s just mean!”

“Now shut your dirty mouth”

Salem shuts up.

“If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time, that it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine (oh!) And what a lovely time That it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself...”

Jaune starts to play once again, before Salem starts talking, though, it could also have been the dark look in his eyes shutting her mouth once she looks like talking.

“Last song of the night.”

Salem lets out a breath, the music was starting to get to her.

Jaune leans into a mic that wasn’t there a minute ago, singing in a breathy tone.

“ I wanna take you home A night out on the town Say that you're pretty so you stand up stand up Before I drag you down”

Jaune then accidentally hits the glass of water ‘oops’

“Crawling up your skin Potions pills and medicines To drain you And bleed your magic out”

“Are you a serial Killer? Because this sounds like something Tyrian wrote, only somehow more disturbing.”

“Lonely little life And nobody believes you now You're bleeding magic out”

“Are you trying to steal my magic?” Jaune merely winks, and continues singing, giving Salem the shivers.

“Don't want to scare you off Don't want to know your name You'll never know a single thing about me Until it's far too late Crawling up your skin Potion, pleasing medicines To circumvent your brain

Lonely little life And nobody believes you now You're bleeding magic out

And nobody believes you now You're bleeding magic “

Jaune then stops, “Give us back Oscar, or I keep singing.”

“Deal.”

#Song Fic #Jaune Arc #Lie Ren #Oscar #Salem #Get fucked Salem #Give us back our son!#Me lowkey trying to advertise songs I like.

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