#OQ prompt

[daggzandarrowsnew]

Can you magic smoke yourself to Granny’s?

Regina frowned at the text from Emma, the tray of apple turnovers in her hand beginning to burn their way through the oven mitt she was wearing so she placed them on the countertop.

Care to explain?

Her heart thudded anxiously in her chest because tonight was her night with Henry. The first night she’d had with just him in a while after all of that business with Ingrid. Emma had wanted to keep him close having faced-off and reconciled with a woman she’d once almost called sister and had had to say goodbye to soon after. It was understandable but now things were calmer. The town was in no imminent danger and Regina missed her son.

Robin’s here…

Her frown deepened at that. Why the hell would she need to-

And Henry has just stormed over to his table looking quite angry.

“Oh…” Oh.

She threw her hands up without a second’s thought, the interior of Granny’s sharp in her mind as she felt the familiar tug of magical transportation and found herself beside the counter as the last vestiges of purple smoke dissipated.

“Leave her alone.”

She caught sight of Emma’s rather relieved wave from the booth a few over from where Henry is standing, Robin looking up at him in what she can only describe as mild shock because her boy had idolised him not so long ago.

“Henry, my boy. I-“

“I am not your boy,” he replied sharply and in a tone Regina remembered oh so many years ago when he’d shatter her heart with you’re not my mom. It cut deep. “And you need to leave my mom alone.”

Robin’s palms lifted - thank Merlin he was alone today - in surrender as he shook his head. “If I’ve bothered your mother, I’m very sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

And her heart sank because she just knew he’d heard them that night. She knew he’d been the creak in the hallway when she’d told Robin to stop what he was doing to her, afraid Henry wasn’t as asleep as she’d believed when the outlaw had shown up at her door one night and confessed he was struggling with not being near her anymore. When she’d ushered him inside to stop any prying eyes from seeing but found herself completely weak when he’d dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips, pressing his tear streaked face into her stomach and confessing his love for her.

Afterwards, when she’d been quite sure paranoia was getting the better of her and allowed Robin to finish ravishing her, when they’d lain beside one another sweaty and sated, she’d half expected him to tell her that he’d finally left his wife and chosen her. That he’d made a mistake in the name of honour and had come to his senses.

He didn’t though. I should go.

And for those next few days she’d been barely able to leave the house again, just like when he’d first chosen Marian. When, after all they’d been through, he’d gone back to his wife and Regina had been left alone once more.

Clearly Henry had known what was wrong and this time he couldn’t remain quiet.

“You don’t get to keep breaking her when she’s worked so hard to build herself up again. That’s not what good people do.” She watched as Robin swallowed at Henry’s suggestion, that he wasn’t good and it’s so ridiculous to compare Robin’s virtue to that of a former Evil Queen’s but her son truly has forgiven her, has wiped her slate clean.

“I’m sorry, Henry.” Robin replied ashamedly, dropping his gaze from the boy-turned-man before him and she knew Robin couldn’t bear for Henry to see him as anything other than honourable. He cared for her son, never has she doubted that. It was clearly hurting him to have ruined that. “I truly am. I will ensure that I cause your mother no more pain. I will stay away. And I’m sorry to have cause you such anger.”

And then, as she finally made her presence known, the telltale sound of her heels clicking across the floor as she made her way over to them, Henry shook his head and finished with, “I’m not angry…I’m really disappointed in you.”

Five Word Sentences

"I feel lost without you."

"What's your problem with me?"

"I don't see the problem."

"Not what I came for."

"I guess you are right."

"Did you lie to me?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm really disappointed in you."

"Can you please just go?"

"I miss you every day."

"This must be a mistake."

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"I don't feel so good."

"No need to be gentle."

"You have lied to me!"

"We don't know the truth."

"That just can't be right."

"I'm not happy without you."

"Have you ever loved me?"

"I'm always on your side."

"Not exactly what I expected."

"Find someone else to annoy."

"I don't miss you anymore."

"That's a very stupid idea."

"It gave me great joy."

"Let's just call it love."

"Kiss me or leave me."

"There is something between us."

"I don't actually believe you."

"You're not a good person."

[daggzandarrowsnew]

Clearing out my drafts - this one was started from a prompt on my original Daggzandarrows Tumblr account (which I stupidly deactivated *cries in soooo many lost fics*)

“Baby Peanut’s magic”

————

“If we suppress it, it will only hurt her in the long run.” Regina explained, her patience running thin because they'd talked about this for so long now and, as much as she loved Robin, he just wasn’t getting it. “She needs to learn to control it now, while she's young lest she lose control and, god forbid, kill someone.”

“She wouldn't.”

“Not on purpose, Robin,” she amended on a tired sigh. The kids were due home soon and the chance to speak so openly with him was quickly dwindling. “You know her temper. At least if she understood what it was, she'd be prepared.”

He shook his head, still pacing in front of the window as she watched from her place on the sofa. “I just…” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don't want her to turn out like-”

“Like me?” It stung, penetrated deep and flooded her veins like acid.

His pace slowed as he turned his head to look at her, a look of horror on his face, “What? No! That's not-”

“Magic is in her blood just as it is mine, Robin. Regardless of who birthed her, Mills’ blood runs through her veins. You cannot condone my magic yet condemn Zelena’s because they are one and the same.”

“Regina, I-”

“If you'll excuse me,” she interrupted briskly, swallowing thickly as tears glistened in eyes that wouldn't lift to look at him, “I need to make a start on dinner.”

————

“Is Mom sick?” Henry frowned as he watched Regina walk from the room, the plate of food in her hands barely touched unlike the children's empty plates she’d stacked beneath her own.

Robin swallowed guiltily, his own food inedible with the way his stomach was knotted. She'd barely looked at him since before dinner and had immersed herself in the children when they'd bounded through the front door, full of joy and caked in dirt having spent the afternoon in the forest with Robin’s men.

He felt awful.

“I think she's just a little tired, Henry.”

“She looks sad,” Scarlett frowned worriedly with eyes still on the door through which her mother had walked, “do you think she'd like a hug, Daddy?”

He couldn't help but smile with absolute affection at his daughter’s words, nodding his head as he replied, “I think she'd love that, darling.”

————

Her shoulders shook with her silent sobs as she pressed her face harder against her legs, wrapping her arms tighter around her knees and berating herself for getting so worked up over something she knew Robin hadn't meant.

He loved her, loved every single part of her - he'd spent many years now reaffirming that belief in her - and she knew that included her magic, he was just worried that it would corrupt their girl like it had done Zelena and Regina both and his fear wasn’t irrational...it was just unnecessary.

He didn’t understand how frightened Scarlett would be should she feel that first surge of power without knowledge of what it was or where it came from. There’d been many a night in which Regina had stood watching in the doorway of their daughter’s room as her dreams had been magically projected onto the ceiling, chuckling softly as her teddy bears had danced about the room in a way that had been strangely elegant.

It was beautiful, their daughter’s magic, but it could change and Regina wanted her to be prepared for that in a way that she herself hadn’t been.

There was a tug on her fingers that startled her, eyes wide as she lifted her head to blink wetly at the very person she'd been thinking of staring concernedly back at her.

“Why are you crying, Mama?”

She’d inherited magic from Regina’s side of the family but had most certainly inherited Robin’s ability to move silently when he wanted to. “Oh, I just stubbed my toe, sweetheart,” she replied and she hated lying but this was not something she was ready to discuss with their daughter yet, not until she and Robin were agreed on the best course of action. “It really stung.”

Eyes as blue as her father’s but as expressive as her own blinked back at her, a shadow of suspicion there as Scarlett looked to her bare feet and back again.

She changed the subject - or at least her daughter’s train of thought - by holding out her arms to Scarlett and asking, “Can Mama have a hug? It’ll make me feel much better.” And that was no lie.

Dimples dented chubby little cheeks as Scarlett nodded and reached arms up towards Regina, giggling wildly when she tickled at her sides as she lifted her onto the bed and placed her in the gap between legs now crossed, folding her arms tight around her daughter’s waist as small arms wrapped around her neck in turn.

Regina threaded her fingers through strawberry blonde curls and held Scarlett’s face to her neck as she cried quietly, trying to keep her shaking to a minimum. Their daughter was good in spite of her conception. Inherently good and that wasn’t only because of Robin but because of her too. She knew that even on her worst days.

They’d raised her in the right way - Zelena’s visits were still supervised even now and they’d never heard anything to be cautious of but it would remain that way lest she even dare think she could corrupt the goodness in Scarlett’s heart - but Regina knew the lure of dark magic. Knew how it could whisper in your ear and wrap around your heart.

It was a chance they weren’t willing to take where Zelena was concerned despite Regina’s own desire for a change in her sister much like her own. There was simply too much to lose.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, Mama?”

Her heart ached in her chest as she stroked her fingers through Scarlett’s hair and nodded, “Of course you can, my darling.”

————

She wasn’t sure of the time nor how long she’d been asleep but when she blinked open heavy eyes, she found Robin to be sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room watching them sleep. He looked exhausted and completely guilt-stricken. It was automatic and instinctual for her to lift a hand from Scarlett’s back and hold it out to him.

Robin didn’t hesitate to cross the small distance to the bed and slip carefully beneath the covers, instantly leaning up and over their daughter to press a kiss to Regina’s lips. “I am so sorry, my love.”

Regina shushed him gently, accepting another lingering kiss from him before she lay her head back down onto the pillow and watched as he did the same after dropping a kiss into Scarlett’s sleep-mussed curls. They lay in silence for a long moment, just soaking in the tiny child in their arms and the joy she brought to all of their lives much like her brothers before her. A child not born of Regina, much like the other two, but just as embedded in her heart.

“She may be Mills by blood,” Regina began quietly, shushing him gently when he moved to apologise, to tell her he hadn’t meant that. “But she’s also a Locksley by heart and soul. She’s so good, Robin. Much of the darkness in both Zelena and myself was out there by years of neglect. We chased that with a need to be loved by people who didn’t have the capacity to and that in turn bred abuse and an acceptance that that was what we deserved…until we couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“That dark path was a choice both Zelena and I took. I was simply lucky enough to find people to pull me back from that, to make me realise that there was so much more for me to find in the light.” She pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s temple when the girl snuggled deeper into her hole without waking before continuing. “One day Zelena might realise that too - maybe she’s already leaning that way, only time will tell…but Scarlett will never have to wonder if she is loved because we show her everyday. She will never feel alone because she has a whole army of people behind her. And she will never feel scared because we are going to tell her the truth.”

“Within reason,” Robin laughed softly, and she breathed a laugh in return because yes, some things she didn’t need to know just yet. But others…

“I suspect she already knows she can do special things or at least sense it, I began to suspect at her age,” she smiled down at the angelic features so relaxed in sleep, reminded of Henry at that age and Roland too, not yet aware of how dangerous or scary the world could be. “I just don’t want her to fear what is a part of her. I don’t want her to resent her magic, not when we can prepare her for it, when I can teach her to wield it properly.”

“I know,” Robin moved forward to capture her lips in a kiss that said so much more than he could. It was full of apology, of compassion and of promise. She was not alone. He stayed close when he allowed the kiss to break, stroking a hair through Scarlett’s curls. “I don’t want her scared either. I want her to feel confident in who she is, to know she can be whoever she wants to and we’ll always be there to catch her if she falls…it’s just…”

“Scary?”

He nodded, relief colouring his features that he was finally communicating what he’d been trying to say earlier. “I have absolutely no doubt that you will keep her safe, Regina. I trust you implicitly.”

She smiled tenderly at him, eyes moving over his face for a long moment before she admitted, “It scares the hell out of me too, Robin…” and then, “but the thought of Scarlett disliking or even fearing any part of herself scares me more.”

Robin leaned in once more to press a kiss to her forehead, cupping the back of her head as he moved in closer to hold his two favourite girls as he pressed his forehead to her own and promised, “Then her lessons start tomorrow. Let’s show our daughter another of the beautiful things about herself to love.”

And with those words, another dark shadow began to fade from Regina’s bruised heart as she closed her eyes and cuddled close to her family. Her world.

[geniousbh]

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felipe otaño ₓ f.reader ₓ simón hempe

wc.: 3,5k

prompt: quando você e sua amiga marcam de fazer um quatro é par durante sua passagem na argentina, mas ela acaba te dando bolo meia hora antes

obs.: oi meus bombonzinhos, mais uma vez, eu falo que vou escrever com calma e escrevo em dois dias, preciso de intervenção seríssima (vulgo carteira assinada), mas depois dessa prometo que vou desacelerar e ficar aqui uns dias só de resenha!!! peço que leiam com atenção e encontrem o cameo que o esteban faz nessa aqui🤣🤣🤣 além disso... eu ia colocar rimming porém não sabia se tinha público pra tal, então caso vocês gostem eu coloco numa próxima (se vcs n sabem oq é n adianta perguntar pois eu fico com vergonha de explicar bjss💋)

obs.²: eu senti muito ciuminho das coisas que incitei no pipe nesta rajada aqui, mas também dei muitas risadinhas, espero que gostem, lobitas <3

tw.: smut, linguagem chula, consumo de álcool e drogas, nipple play, sexo oral (f e m), masturbação (f e m, mas é bem rapidinho), light spanking, dumbfication (desculpa colocar isso em quase tudo, eu sou maluca), manhandling (essa tb k), p in v, sexo vaginal, sexo desprotegido (se protejam, gatinhas), creampie se você ler de ponta cabeça, portunhol duvidoso, e se tiver algo mais me avisem pfvr! MDNI

— não, você só pode ter enlouquecido. — você reclamou enquanto desfilava pelo quarto de hotel com a toalha enrolada no corpo.

— por quê? na verdade, eu já confirmei então você vai sim, bonita. — sua melhor amiga, cris, dizia dando de ombros e rolando na cama para ficar de bruços.

— você O QUÊ? — ergueu a sobrancelha olhando para a garota que não te respondeu mais. — não, não, não, acho que 'cê não tá entendendo. nós não conhecemos esses caras. — você ia até lá cruzando os braços.

— eu conheci um deles anteontem na balada, a gente deu uma rapidinha no banheiro e depois trocamos nome e telefone. — ao passo que cristina dizia seus olhos esbugalhavam, mas era tanta informação que você se limitou a estalar a língua e se sentar na beira da cama com ela.

— se eles nos doparem pra gente virar aquelas mulas de traficante, eu nunca que te perdoo, ouviu? — bufou.

— vai ser ótimo, relaxa e confia na mãe. vai querer ajuda pra se depilar?

você fez um beicinho e então assentiu logo voltando para o banheiro arrastada pela loira que contava os detalhes mais sórdidos sobre a foda com o tal de simón enquanto te arrancava cada mínimo pelinho das áreas indesejadas.

o "quatro é par" que sua amiga tinha te enfiado era no dia seguinte, sexta-feira, ou como eles falavam lá, e você particularmente achava um luxo, viernes. e como de costume, quando vocês duas queriam fazer coisas diferentes, normalmente saíam para cantos diferentes e se encontravam no fim do dia.

o que não mudou daquela vez, cris ia fazer uma rota culinária e você ia bater perna nos shoppings e galerias antes de ir se encontrar no endereço que marcaram. tinham muitas maquiagens e roupas lá que você não encontrava no brasil, ainda que sua grana estivesse curta, pretendia levar uma blusinha pelo menos.

quando o relógio já marcava cinco e vinte da tarde, você achou melhor ir pro ponto de encontro, tomando um táxi já que não saberia chegar de metrô e sozinha.

era um prédio alto, algumas varandas nos ultimos andares, acabamentos espelhados, bem chiquezinho até, isso porque você tinha ido com roupas casuais de bar/balada. suspirou se recostando numa muretinha de pedras e pegou o celular para ligar para a loira.

— cadê você? — foi direta.

— ooii!!! — uma barulheira danada te fazia tampar o outro ouvido para conseguir entender o que acontecia na linha e o que ela falava. — eu tô pra chegar ai! trinta minutinhos! mas vai indo com eles quando eles chegarem! — você franzia o cenho.

— como assim? achei que você tava vindo! — e a ligação caía. — filha da! — rangeu os dentes e então guardou o aparelho na bolsinha de ombro de novo, cruzando os braços.

se você tivesse que contar quantas vezes cristina tinha sido impulsiva naquela viagem e feito loucuras você teria que usar os dedos dos pés também.

— ali, acho que é ela. — ouviu uma conversa atrás de ti.

em segundos dois rapazes se aproximavam de onde você estava, um tinha a pele bronzeadinha, bigode e barba, e um sorriso hiper convidativo, o outro vinha mais atrás, acanhado, a pele clarinha combinando com os olhos verdes, ambos parecendo duas torres surgindo no seu campo de visão e assim que você notava os brincos na orelha do primeiro sabia que se tratava do garoto que sua amiga tinha falado.

— você é a amiga da cris, não é? prazer, simón. — ele estendia a mão e você sorria, se levantando. — esse aqui é o pipe.

o outro dava um passo para frente e se curvava para te cumprimentar com um beijinho no rosto e você não deixava de notar o quão cheiroso ele tava. quando se afastavam você alternava o olhar entre ambos, e talvez tivesse que dar os créditos para aquela desnaturada depois, porque eram muito gatos.

— e onde ela tá? — simón perguntou e olhou o celular brevemente, provavelmente pra checar as mensagens.

— acabei de falar com ela, disse que tá vindo. — embora você não acreditasse.

— ahh, beleza, vamos entrar então. a gente alugou um quarto aqui. — o mesmo respondeu fazendo com que você franzisse a testa, mas não tardasse a seguí-los.

você estaria mentindo se disesse que não estava apreensiva, na verdade, não era nem mais o medo de te doparem e fazerem algo ruim, porque eles definitivamente não tinham jeito, mas o hotel caro e o fato de estar com dois homens enormes e lindos te fazia ficar fraca das pernas. normalmente, você era mais seletiva, não se deixava impressionar fácil e era tida como metida porque raramente aceitava ficadas aleatórias, mas as olhadinhas involuntárias e curiosas que você vinha dando neles indicava que não seria assim.

o quarto de escolha ficava no último andar, a vista era linda, assim que entravam pela porta eram agraciados pela janela panorâmica aberta para a piscina do lado de fora e para o centro da capital com os prédios e torres de comunicação, tudo começando a se acender.

no mini bar, uma infinidade de bebidas, sucos e água para escolher, além de alguns salgadinhos e petiscos, bem diferente do airbnb barateza que você vinha dormindo. sem se conter, você colocava suas coisas no canto do sofá e ia até a parte aberta, brisa soprando seus cabelos no mesmo segundo. andava até a grade e olhava para baixo, soprando um risinho.

— te gusta? — se virou e viu pipe ali paradinho com os braços pra trás. tão lindo...

— você não? dá uma sensação boa, de ver as coisas de cima. — contava antes de voltar a atenção para a paisagem.

quando simón aparecia por lá também perguntava se não queriam pegar umas bebidas e ligar a água quente da piscina para ficarem relaxando. não passava por sua cabeça negar algo assim, mas quando você precisava tirar suas roupas para entrar só de calcinha enquanto felipe e simón te olhavam de longe, e você sabia que eles o faziam, suas bochechas coravam num rosinha bebê e seu coração errava uma batida.

deixou o celular perto da borda e agradeceu quando felipe te passava uma latinha, abrindo o lacre e golando devagar enquanto observava os dois se desfazerem de suas camisas e calças para entrarem só de cueca.

— entãoo... — limpou a garganta. — quantos anos vocês tem mesmo?

— eu vou fazer 26 esse ano, o pipe faz...

— 25, final do ano.

— e se conheceram como? — você perguntava, querendo urgentemente quebrar o gelo.

— a gente se conheceu num curso de teatro, na real, depois disso viramos amigos. — felipe respondeu. — e vocês?

— cursinho preparatório. já faz uns cinco anos. — e então o toque do seu celular se fazia presente. — falando nela... — dava um sorrisinho e atendia o telefone. — e aí, chegou?

— amiga...

naquele momento, você já sabia que cristina não estaria no saguão esperando, sabia que ela não estaria num táxi presa no congestionamento à rumo do lugar também, sabia que ela sequer tinha cogitado ir de verdade, mas, ainda assim ouviu até o final.

— amiga, eu vim no centro, vim pra conhecer os restaurantes e barraquinhas, mas amiga... tinha um mimico aqui, ele todo bonitinho assim, loirinho, cara de nerd bonzinho, um narigão, alto... acho que conheci o futuro pai dos meus filhos, por favor não fica brava! — a ligação não tinha nenhum ruído agora, o que significava que ela estava num ambiente mais calmo, o que já era algo, mas porra. — tá na linha? amiga? ó, tenho que ir, desculpa, você sabe que te amo né? aproveita por mim. — e o famoso "tu tu tu" de ligação encerrada.

sua cara de paisagem seria cômica se não fosse trágica. apertou os lábios e largou o celular de novo sobre a toalha perto da borda, antes de olhar para simón, que não precisava que você falasse para entender o que tinha acontecido.

— sinto muito. — você dizia por fim quando ele apenas dava um riso de escárnio, quase desacreditado.

— tranquila. acontece, né?

— olha, se vocês quiserem que eu vá embora pra vocês poderem curtir como quiserem, não tem problema pra mim. mesmo.

— não. — felipe se adiantava. — nada a ver isso. — ele olhava para o amigo que virava uma lata inteira e já abria outra. — acho que a gente pode fazer bom proveito, só nós três mesmo.

você ouvia e trocava olhares com o moreno antes de se voltarem ao mais novo outra vez. era engraçado como seres humanos faziam tantos rodeios para transar, diferente do restante dos animais que tinham o sexo como ferramenta de sobrevivência, foder era bem mais do que isso, era conquista, era envolvimento, troca, show, e desde o momento em que você tinha levantado naquela manhã você tinha plena consciência de que terminaria a noite com dois homens no mesmo quarto, claro que, você não podia contar com sua amiga sendo uma bomba relógio, mas você sabia que não ia ter muitas horas de sono.

o que ficava implícito ali era óbvio e começava a ficar bastante palpável se você levasse em consideração que a fala de felipe tinha feito você sentir umas borboletas no seu baixo ventre, mas resolveu se fazer de sonsa, segurando a cerveja com ambas as mãos e desviando os olhos pra qualquer canto.

— só se ela quiser... — simón disse simples, se apoiando nas bordas com os braços esticados.

— e aí, linda... qué va a ser? — o otaño se virava pra ti.

você mordeu o lábio e soltou num estalido

— preciso beber um pouquinho mais.

sua resistência pra álcool era grande, tinha aprendido a beber desde os quinze anos de idade, o que podia ser bem ruim quando tudo que você queria era ficar bêbada, mas naquelas situações onde você só precisava ficar mais leve, era perfeito, o que te levava automaticamente pro que acontecia depois da terceira lata esvaziada.

engatinhando pela piscina, que tinha o diâmetro de uma banheira grande, você se aproximava de pipe, se apoiando nos ombros largos e fortes para se sentar no colo do garoto. deslizou os dedinhos pela pele molhada e suave e o observou o rostinho lindo, um pseudo bigodinho começando a se formar, nariz perfeito, e uma boca carnuda.

— posso te tocar? — ele perguntou, ainda sem mover as mãos.

— pode... — sorriu e então se virou para o que assistia antes de chamar ele com o dedinho.

felipe era lento, pousou as mãos em suas coxas, apertando, deslizando até sua cintura e acariciando sua barriguinha que se contraía. subia mais um pouco, segurando seus peitos por baixo e então envolvendo os dois e os juntando. simón chegava por trás, tirando seu cabelo do pescoço e depositando alguns selares enquanto observava o que acontecia na parte da frente do seu corpo e em como o amigo parecia vidrado nas suas expressões.

— não vai se apaixonar na primeira foda, pipecito. — provocou tirando um "tsc" do garoto.

— fácil falar, olha a carinha dela. — você encarava os olhos verdes, mas ele te segurava o queixo e te forçava olhar para trás, soltinha de tudo já.

o primeiro a te beijar era o hempe, que parecia descontar a frustração de não ter sua amiga ali só pra ele, e você não se importava de ser quem iria "pagar o pato", uma mãozinha apoiada no peitoral de felipe e a outra na nuca de simón, arranhando os dois e puxando-os mais para si. arfou na boca do mais velho quando sentiu a língua quente do outro começar a lamber e beijar seu colo sensível.

estava se sentindo uma cadela no cio, nem sabia se aguentava dois, completamente gulosa, e eles, pobres meninos tapeados, tendo que dividir.

— deixa... — desfazia o beijo assim que uma ideia surgia. — deixa eu te chupar. — pediu a simón, que rapidamente subiu os olhos de avelã aos do colega

felipe confirmou cúmplice. quando você menos esperava era erguida pelo rapaz, se agarrando nele com um gritinho, envolvendo o pescoço grosso com os braços para não cair. o vento gelado fora da água fazendo você se arrepiar e estremecer, roçando os bicos rijos no peito dele. te levava para o sofá largo do quarto, a cama podia esperar. indicou que você deitasse com a cabeça no braço do móvel e deslizou a mão por entre seus seios até o umbigo, só para aflorar mais as sensações que estava tendo da repetina mudança de temperatura.

— tem certeza que aguenta assim, cariño? — simón perguntou tocando seu cabelo.

a vista que você tinha era quase hipnótica, o volume evidente na boxer vermelha do argentino, por pouco não roçando na sua bochecha, e você confirmava, tirando um risinho baixo dele. com as mãos curiosas, abaixava o cós da cueca, fazendo o membro teso escapar.

— encaixa na minha boca. — pediu o vendo erguer as sobrancelhas surpreso.

— ouviu isso, pipe? tô começando a achar que ela desmarcou com a amiga de propósito, con ganas de tener dos a la vez, sí?

revirou os olhos e segurou a base do pau, começando a fazer um vai e vem lento, sentindo ele terminando de crescer com o toque e colocando a linguinha pra fora tentando alcançá-lo, mas simón negava. os olhos ficando afiados e sedentos. o moreno segurou seus pulsos, te fazendo largar ele, mas você não tinha tempo de se emburrar já que quase instantâneamente os dedos de pipe se entrelaçavam nos seus, só então percebendo que o garoto estava entre as suas pernas, e agora te mantendo bem presa rente ao estofado.

— mudei de ideia, flor, eu vou foder sua boca. e ele vai te mamar. — simón detalhou, falando devagar pra você entender, se curvava sobre ti e cuspia sobre a sua boquinha antes de espalhar a baba com o polegar por seus lábios. — fique sabendo que o nosso garoto aqui foi eleito o melhor oral do curso de teatro. vai te cuidar direitinho.

balançou a cabeça positivamente e deu uma última olhadinha pra baixo. conforme o hempe segurava o pau, roçando a glande inchada na sua boca, o otaño te soltava uma das mãos para colocar sua perna apoiada sobre o encosto e afastar o tecido da calcinha. gemia com a primeira lambida sobre sua rachinha, dando a oportunidade perfeita para que o outro adentrasse a cavidade abafada e úmida.

simón puxou o ar soltando um "ssss" e fechou os olhos começando a mexer o quadril pra frente e para trás, mas sem colocar tudo, só até a metade.

e felipe olhava a cena de camarote, com uma ponta de inveja que ele compensava quando socava o rosto na sua buceta. a ponte reta do nariz roçando seu clitóris teso quando ele movia o rosto de um lado pro outro como um animal selvagem com sua presa. ouvia um gemido manhoso seu e se afastava só para poder rir soprado com o amigo. continuando a lamber, usando os polegares para afastar teus labiozinhos, expondo a carne rosada e macia.

você ficava inquieta, a mistura de sensações fazendo seu cérebro borbulhar. os olhos lacrimejavam quando o pau em sua boca escorregava um pouco mais fundo, batendo em sua garganta te fazendo esperniar e descontar levando os dedos livres até um dos seios, apertando e beliscando o próprio biquinho. a mão de simón ia até a sua te incentivando antes de subir pelo seu pescoço envolvendo ali e sentindo o contorno do membro.

— porra... vai ficar com o meu formato por alguns dias, princesa... — ele sacaneava, apertando a região para que você ficasse com o espaço ainda mais estreito, fazendo suas iris desaparecerem por alguns segundos com os olhos semi-cerrados.

o som típico do vai e vem babado com os sons lascivos de quando pipe te chupava forte, mastigando a carne molinha, fazendo esticar para soltar e repetir tudo de novo. ele até fechava os olhos, concentrado, e não conseguia evitar de roçar o quadril no sofá, com a ereção que começava a doer e pedir por atenção.

sua mente terminava de virar purê quando simón se curvava de novo, metendo o pau até ficar com a base grudada no teu rosto, esticando o braço para poder dedar seu grelinho enquanto o mais novo usava a língua para explorar sua entradinha, colocando o músculo quase todo dentro, fazendo o triplo de força para segurar suas coxas no lugar.

— hmm! — "reclamava" de boca cheia dando um tapa ardido em sua virilha.

simón gozava sem aviso prévio, isso se as veias e as bolas dele pulsando não tivessem sido suficiente pra te alertar. enchia tua garganta e saía rápido vendo você engasgar e babar porra lambusando-se toda.

— para, pipe. — ele soprava ofegante, vendo o garoto levantar o olhar com as bochechas, o nariz e o queixo lustrosos de lubrificação.

— quê foi? — perguntava puxando ar.

o hempe o fitava com uma expressão de "ahn?", não tava na cara? simón segurava seu cabelo perto da raíz e levantava quase brusco mostrando seu estado completamente bagunçado e deplorável ainda tentando engolir todo o gozo que tinha sido despejado em si.

— vai perder a chance de ver uma mina burrinha de levar pica, quicando pra você? ah para né, senta ai. — ele indicava.

você era levada para o colo do maior, sem culhões de admitir que eles estavam te tratando como você gostava. ver o semblante de felipe apenas aumentou teu fogo, ele não parecia muito diferente, os olhos embaçados de tesão e vontade, a boca inchada de te chupar... tudo nele implorando por você. o beijava de forma desengoçada enquanto ele te erguia o quadril com um dos braços, dando algumas pinceladinhas com o membro antes de te soltar e fazer você encaçapar ele todo, gemendo um na boca do outro.

simón ia até as roupas que havia largado nuna cadeira de sol e tateava a calça procurando um baseado, acendendo e indo se sentar na poltrona do lado do sofá para observar. já tinham saído com a mesma garota por umas semanas, mas nunca tinham dividido uma no mesmo dia. as mãos grandes do amigo te seguravam a bunda ajudando nas quicadas e ele tinha colado suas testas para não perder nenhum gemidinho e expressão de deleite sua. em minutos, o pau do hempe voltava a endurecer.

você sentia a buceta piscar, o orgasmo tão pertinho que era impossível não gemer como uma cadelinha, choramingando quando as púbis se chocavam.

— m-mais... mais... por favor...

ele sorria de canto, afetado, tão perto quanto você, mas tinha há muito aprendido com simón que era melhor quando as garotas imploravam pra gozar.

— quer mais, nena? — sussurrou antes de morder seu inferior e te dar uma palmada, fazendo você subitamente parar de se mover com o falo enterradinho em si. — explica... fala comigo, quer mais o quê? — perguntou com uma falsa preocupação te fazendo lamuriar e mordiscar um dos ombros dele.

— mais forte... — pedia e o fitava. — me come mais forte.

— xiiii, falou que você é soca fofo. — simón alfinetou antes de rir alto, ainda mais quando o outro o mostrava o dedo do meio.

felipe fechava a expressão e te encarava, e apesar de você estar bem acabadinha já, não quis desmentir o hempe, porque sabia que homens ficavam um milhão de vezes mais tesudos quando faziam as coisas na base do ódio. sorriu bobinha e ele passou a língua pelo interno da bochecha pensando por exatos dez segundos no que fazer com você antes de te fazer sair de cima para levantar.

agarrava seu braço e te arrastava de volta lá pra fora, te apoiando na grade de proteção da cobertura. pouco ligando se o ar frio te seria incômodo ou se você ficaria mais retraída para ele entrar de novo, ou ainda se alguém visse, apenas curvando suas costas e empinando sua bunda para voltar a meter, naquele ângulo e com mais autoridade conseguindo ir muito mais fundo em ti.

— e eu me controlando contigo, só pra você ser uma putinha igual todas... — ele soprava um arzinho pelo nariz. — perra. repete, fala pra mim o que você é. — descia a boca até sua orelhinha.

— h-mm... eu... — pipe negava e mordia seu lóbulo antes de descer a mão até seu abdômen, fazendo pressão ali. suas pernas chegavam a vacilar e ele ria rouco. — p-puta... eu sou uma puta, e... — fazendo um esforço descomunal pra se lembrar como juntar uma sílaba na outra. — e uma cachorra...

quando finalmente podia ter seu orgasmo se abraçava no braço torneadinho do garoto que te segurava e gemia sem parar sentindo seus fluídos com o dele se mesclando já que seu aperto era a gota d'água para o maior. você gotejava a mistura quando ele deixava seu interior maltratado.

não tinha tempo de voltar a ser um ser humano pensante normal antes que simón fosse até você e te jogasse sobre o ombro, dando tapinhas nas costas do melhor amigo.

— minha vez chega nunca? seu comilão. — ele brincava, te levando pra cama desta vez.

pelo resto da noite, você tinha fodido em cada mínimo canto daquele quarto, de pé, de quatro, apoiada na janela de vidro com os peitos amassados e a bel prazer de quem estivesse nos outros prédios ao redor, no chão, sem absolutamente nenhuma parte do corpo ser esquecida por eles. o quatro é par tinha sido furada, mas a promoção de pague um, leve dois até que tinha sido muito boa.

[okeutocalma]

oie, eu nunca mandei nada, mas últimamente eu tô pensando naquela história do Toji e queria perguntar se posso usar ela de prompt pra um bot (eu deixo todos os meus privados).

Claro mb, pode fazer oq desejar

[kmomof4]

Self-Promo Sunday

For today’s SPS, I thought I’d feature my prompts and drabbles collection after a murderous mood sent me back to it about a week ago. There’s a little bit of everything in this collection - smut, sweet domestic moments, daddy Killian, some extremely justified beat downs of Neal and Walsh, whumped Killian, a short fic featuring our favorite couple with a splash of OQ… that’s all I can think of off the top of my head… If you haven’t read them, I hope you do and let me know what you think, and if you have, perhaps it’s time for a reread!! 10 unrelated chapters (except 2) with a total of 11,600 words.

On ao3

Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

@jrob64 @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @the-darkdragonfly @jennjenn615

@donteattheappleshook @undercaffinatednightmare @pirateherokillian @cocohook38 @qualitycoffeethings

@booksteaandtoomuchtv @superchocovian @motherkatereloyshipper @snowbellewells @pirateprincessofpizza

@djlbg @lfh1226-linda @xarandomdreamx @tiganasummertree @bluewildcatfanatic

@anmylica @laianely @resident-of-storybrooke @exhaustedpirate @gingerchangeling

@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @stahlop @darkshadow7 @fleurdepetite

@captainswan-kellie @soniccat @beckettj @teamhook @whimsicallyenchantedrose

@thisonesatellite @jonesfandomfanatic @elfiola @zaharadessert @ilovemesomekillianjones

@mie779 @kymbersmith-90 @suwya @veryverynotgoodwrites

[suseagull5914]

Ficlet Friday

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun! 

🌈 For all of June, Ficlet Fridays will be Pride themed. This week's prompts are lyrics from LGBTQ+ artists 🌈 (asded a couple others and a wild card option as well this week)

I'll do RWRB, Six of Crows, and OUAT (curious archer or OQ)

Sweeter than candy, I know that you wanna try (Problematique - Kim Petras)

Drownin’ in the words that we don’t speak (Is It Love - Loreen)

I’m a blessing of a body to love on (I’m Not Here To Make Friends - Sam Smith)

No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater (My Kink is Karma - Chappell Roan)

The people danced to the sound of your heart, the world sang along to it falling apart (The Good Side - Troye Sivan)

You never cried to them, just to your soul (Smalltown Boy - Bronski Beat)

Somewhere between the 0s and ones, that’s where I found my kingdom come (The Code - Nemo)

Guess ‘hot goddamn mess’ is your type then (Got Weird - dodie)

If I have to live without you I don't wanna live forever (Hell Together - David Archuleta)

Being in your arms is what I came here for I'll close my eyes if you close the door (How Far Will We Take It - Orville Peck & Noah Cyrus

Wild Card - send me lyrics from a song by a queer srtist of your choice and let's see what it inspires. 💚 (Someone please pick anything from Queen or Elton John 's "Tiny Dancer" or "Bennie and the Jets" for this one, I hate that they're not on the list!)

Dealer's choice - i'll choose one of these i haven't gotten yet for your pairing/fandom or somthing else and write with that 💚

No pressure tags for @priincebutt @caterpills @duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @itsmaybitheway @wordsofhoneydew @theprinceandagcd @myheartalivewrites @leaves-of-laurelin @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @14carrotghoul @ninzied @read-and-write- @thesleepyskipper @firenati0n @thinkof-england and open tag for anyone who wants it!

[elite-amarys]

case $- in     i) ;;       *) return;; esac

don't put duplicate lines or lines starting with space in the history.

See bash(1) for more options

HISTCONTROL=ignoreboth

append to the history file, don't overwrite it

shopt -s histappend

for setting history length see HISTSIZE and HISTFILESIZE in bash(1)

HISTSIZE=1000 HISTFILESIZE=2000

check the window size after each command and, if necessary,

update the values of LINES and COLUMNS.

shopt -s checkwinsize

If set, the pattern "**" used in a pathname expansion context will

match all files and zero or more directories and subdirectories.

shopt -s globstar

make less more friendly for non-text input files, see lesspipe(1)

[ -x /usr/bin/lesspipe ] && eval "$(SHELL=/bin/sh lesspipe)"

set variable identifying the chroot you work in (used in the prompt below)

if [ -z "${debian_chroot:-}" ] && [ -r /etc/debian_chroot ]; then     debian_chroot=$(cat /etc/debian_chroot) fi

set a fancy prompt (non-color, unless we know we "want" color)

case "$TERM" in     xterm-color|*-256color) color_prompt=yes;; esac

uncomment for a colored prompt, if the terminal has the capability; turned

off by default to not distract the user: the focus in a terminal window

should be on the output of commands, not on the prompt

force_color_prompt=yes

if [ -n "$force_color_prompt" ]; then     if [ -x /usr/bin/tput ] && tput setaf 1 >&/dev/null; then

We have color support; assume it's compliant with Ecma-48

(ISO/IEC-6429). (Lack of such support is extremely rare, and such

a case would tend to support setf rather than setaf.)

color_prompt=yes     else color_prompt=     fi fi

if [ "$color_prompt" = yes ]; then     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}[\033[01;32m]\u@\h[\033[00m]:[\033[01;34m]\w[\033[00m]\$ ' else     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h:\w\$ ' fi unset color_prompt force_color_prompt

If this is an xterm set the title to user@host:dir

case "$TERM" in xterm|rxvt)     PS1="[\e]0;${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h: \w\a]$PS1"     ;; *)     ;; esac

enable color support of ls and also add handy aliases

if [ -x /usr/bin/dircolors ]; then     test -r ~/.dircolors && eval "$(dircolors -b ~/.dircolors)" || eval "$(dircolors -b)"     alias ls='ls --color=auto'     #alias dir='dir --color=auto'     #alias vdir='vdir --color=auto'

    alias grep='grep --color=auto'     alias fgrep='fgrep --color=auto'     alias egrep='egrep --color=auto' fi

colored GCC warnings and errors

export GCC_COLORS='error=01;31:warning=01;35:note=01;36:caret=01;32:locus=01:quote=01'

some more ls aliases

alias ll='ls -alF' alias la='ls -A' alias l='ls -CF'

Add an "alert" alias for long running commands.  Use like so:

  sleep 10; alert

alias alert='notify-send --urgency=low -i "$([ $? = 0 ] && echo terminal || echo error)" "$(history|tail -n1|sed -e '\''s/^\s[0-9]+\s//;s/[;&|]\s*alert$//'\'')"'

Alias definitions.

You may want to put all your additions into a separate file like

~/.bash_aliases, instead of adding them here directly.

See /usr/share/doc/bash-doc/examples in the bash-doc package.

if [ -f ~/.bash_aliases ]; then     . ~/.bash_aliases fi

enable programmable completion features (you don't need to enable

this, if it's already enabled in /etc/bash.bashrc and /etc/profile

sources /etc/bash.bashrc).

if ! shopt -oq posix; then   if [ -f /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion ]; then     . /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion   elif [ -f /etc/bash_completion ]; then     . /etc/bash_completion   fi fi

echo poryOSwelcome

REQUEST TO ENTER COMMAND INTO BASH SHELL INTERPRETER: DENIED.

ALTERNATIVE COMMAND:

DROP TABLE IF EXISTS: YOUR LIFE.

[stardreamer28]

replacing the 22 prompt: Courage with Singing. 'cause I love OQ and this song, and Sean's voice lol. and, if you know me, literally anything Colin or David has ever sang! lol

[vampnerd23]

Fanfic/WIP list

I had this on my last blog, and it had a super long introduction, but since that blog is gone....this will probably be short. I was just glad I had the list on a google doc. Some fics are started, some are not. Some fics are already posted, some are not. A choice few are finished, but most of them are not. Links to come later as I get time. For now, here's my archive of our own link and my fanfiction.net link.... List is below the 'keep reading line' for convenience.

Agents of SHIELD

Untitled Daisy/Sousa post s7 drabble

The Flash

Snowbarry

Untitled seasons 1-6 AU w/ original child

Snowbarry Week 2019

Unravel Me

Our Souls They Blend

But We Still, Hold On

Some Dumb Stubborn Martyr Hero Sacrifice Thing

SB Valentine 2020 - We’ll Be Counting Stars

SB Week 2021

Your Faith Walks on Broken Glass

SB April Minibang 2020 - Sat by the River and It Made Me Complete

SB April Minibang 2021 - The Hardest Part of Ending (Is Starting Again)

SB April Minibang 2022 - Tiny Boxes For Memories

SB April Minibang 2023 - Still Believe in Fairytales

Untitled Season 2 WIP

Snowstorm

A Promise Made

Snowells

Snowells Week 2020

Open Mind For A Different View

For Your Love, All You Are

I’ll Take You To The Dark Side

Keeping Up With The Wells’s 

The Stars in the Sky Illuminate Below

Want You To Stay

Snowells Week 2021

how can I stand here with you (and not be moved by you)?

You should stay away from the cheese curds - they’re addicting

Days Dark as Ebony Nights

Snowells Week 2023

Things We’re All Too Young To Know 

Untitled Sherloque/Cailtin season 5 WIP

Untitled Harry/Caitlin season 4 WIP

Untitled EoWells/Caitlin season1/season5 timetravel WIP

Killervibe

Killervibe Week 2020 - Celebrate Me Home

Arrowverse Quarantine Fic Exchange - Yes It’s True (Happy to Be Stuck With You)

Gen/Character Fics

Between the Lines - Caitlin and Frost season 6 conversation

Arrow

Olicity

Caught in the Riptide

In this Grief

Once Upon A Time

Amelia

Outlaw Queen

OQ Prompt Weeks:

Yours, Mine, & Ours

Home Sweet Home

A Glimmer of Hope

A New Beginning

Rose Petals

Leap of Faith

Operation Lupin

Fireworks

Shot Through the Heart

Operation New Adventure

Knight in Shining Dimples

OQ Fix It Week 2017:

Feather Light

Family Reunion

Of Arrows and other Remnants

Tea for Milady

A Bond in Time

The Heart of the Matter

Safe & Sound

Right Here With You

Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Delena

So Far Away

On the Corner of First and Amistad

Tell Me What You Want Me To Say

Holding On And Letting Go

Untitled season 1 Delena/Steferine WIP

Untitled season 4 DE WIP

Untitled AU DE WIP

Soul Bound

On Another Love

What Are You Prepared To Do

Rebuilding Blocks - single parent/therapist AU

Bonds Unbroken

Future AU

August Rush AU

Blended AU

Cure AU

Friends with kids AU

Family AU

Untitled future season 4 AU

The Devil Inside AU

Life as We Know It AU

Untitled season 1 warped WIP

Stelena

Where’d You Go

Fading Light

Need You Now

Datherine

Back to Humanity

Elejah

Apart No More

Steroline

Steferine

Lights Will Guide You Home

Together Again - season 1 reincarnation 

Kalijah

TVD Season 4 AU

Only For Her

Starting Over

Together in Normalcy

Unexpected

Diabolical Sacrifices

Untitled Klaroline/Kalijah in NOLA WIP

Klayley

Untitled WIP

Darkness I Became

Haylijah

Untitled AU

Hayley/Stefan

Spiraling Out of Control

Untitled AU

Gen/Character/multicouple works

Miss Mastermind - Katherine fic

Raising Jenna - Raising Helen AU 

TVD/Originals foster fic - Katherine was Hayley’s foster parent

Katherine season 2 fic

Charmed

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel

Bangel

Always

Divine Interference

Uncursed

Annie

Waking Up

Redemption Fulfilled

Spuffy

Untitled season 5/6 WIP

Gilmore Girls

One Tree Hill

Naley

Once Upon a December

Leyton

Remembering Forever

Fringe

Untitled Polivia WIP

Crossovers

TVD Katherine Pierce/The Flash Killer Frost WIP

TVD Katherine Pierce/Angel Angel - Wait For You

TVD/Charmed WIP - Prophecy Girls

Buffyverse Spike/ One Tree Hill Brooke - 

Original works

TVD Fanfic conversion to original short story

Original guardian angels novel

[fiadorable]

for the north woods - an oq oneshot

I found this completed outlaw queen fic in my google drive when I was cleaning it out. If anyone's still reading OQ, enjoy some missing year angst.

for the north woods 📖 She hates him, hates what he’s done for her, the stupid nobility and selflessness he flaunts as though it never occurred to him to worry for his own safety in the first place. Most of all, she thinks as she sits, hard, knees splaying out as her hands drop between them, she hates that she saw that blasted tattoo all those weeks ago. 🤝/❤️‍🔥 Outlaw Queen Missing Year (are they friends? enemies? lovers? who cares!) 🎬 Rated F for fire, B for blood (sword wound, not a papercut), and M for the missing year 📏 1514 words 🏷️ Missing Year (Once Upon a Time), Blood and Injury, i think this was a prompt at one point, can't remember who it was who prompted me, regina is an angry ball of fiery pain, robin has bad timing with his declarations of love, good god the missing year was the most amazing thing once ever gave us

🔥Read it on AO3 🔥

[kmomof4]

Ok, the photographer/videographer fight has sparked something…

Just for you @iamstartraveller776

It was Emma and Killian’s wedding day and Emma was stressed enough without having to endure the squabbles, with all the snipping and snide remarks included, between Regina, her dear friend and coworker who was acting as wedding coordinator and their photographer, Robin Locksley, Killian’s oldest and dearest friend.

Their latest dispute was over getting a few pictures under the massive weeping willow on the edge of the small lake with the swans swimming in the background. Regina thought it’d be a lovely picture, especially with the swans, while Robin refused, having had run ins with swans before. He was not anxious to be bitten on the butt again because some irate swan thought he was too close.

“How about this?” Emma asked. “Robin, you take the pictures from right there and Regina will stand by the lake, out of camera range, to make sure none of the swans or other ducks get anywhere near you. Besides, the swans will be in the frame. You don’t need to worry about one attacking you.”

“How do I know I can trust her?” he asked. Regina rolled her eyes.

Killian leaned into Emma and whispered in her ear, “We’ll find them in a closet before we leave for the airport. You mark my words.”

3 hours later

It was time for the bride and groom to depart, but Robin was no where to be found. And neither was Regina, for that matter. Killian and Emma, David and Mary Margaret, and Ruby and Graham all separated to find the wayward photographer and wedding coordinator.

Killian and Emma moved out of the reception hall to the long hallway leading out to the grounds when they heard suspicious noises coming from the supply closet.

Killian pulled open the door to find Robin and Regina in a passionate embrace. He turned to his bride, his eyebrows waggling suggestively.

“Told you… at least they still had their clothes on.”

The End

What are some ways a wedding can go wrong? From small things (like a delay) to big things (a kidnapping of the bride?)

Kidnapping of the bride is actually still a wedding tradition in our region and probably somewhere else as well. Mostly the groomsmen would kidnap the bride and go drinking with her till the groom finds them.

Ways a wedding could go wrong

the rings get lost

the venue gets double booked

the venue has water damage and can't be used

the weather ruins every picture and maybe even delays or cancels the wedding

half of the wedding party gets sick and can't come

the wedding dress is not ready in time or gets destroyed

some guests are too drunk too early

there are wedding crashers that create chaos

the food is not ready when the guests become hungry (and hangry)

there is beef in the family, either between both families or just between family members

there is a cheating scandal involving the bride or groom

the bride gets traditionally 'knidnapped' but the groom just can't find her again

someone objects to the wedding

someone turns up in a white gown that is not the bride

someone turns up in a red gown with the intention of letting everyone know they slept with the groom before the bride

the photographer and videographer get in a fight over the perfect shooting location

the flowers don't arrive or are not what the couple wanted

someone demands all the attention when the focus should be on the couple

the bride or the groom arrive very late

the bride or the groom don't show up at all

someone shows up that was specifically not invited

the officiant doesn't show up

the bride or the groom get cold feet

the bride or the groom forget their vows

someone steals the wedding gifts

it's a double wedding and the other couple doesn't go through with it

one of the guests (one of the parents maybe) tries everything to disturb the wedding and get it canceled

the DJ is the absolut worst

no one wants to dance or the dancing gets completely out of control

the toasts are not funny, but down right embarrassing

the wedding party is too rowdy and gets the police called on them

I still have a lot more ideas on the many ways a wedding could go wrong, but it's already so much. So I hope you enjoy this!

- Jana

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2-Ethylhexanol Prices Trend | Pricing | Database | Index | News | Chart

North America

In the first quarter of 2024, the North American 2-Ethylhexanol (2-EH) market exhibited a bullish trend, with prices increasing by approximately 30%. This surge was driven by cost-side support, as major oxo-alcohol producers like Eastman Chemicals and OQ Chemicals implemented multiple price hikes throughout the quarter.

Improved weather conditions from mid-February boosted the downstream construction and automotive sectors, supporting 2-EH prices. Following the Arctic Blast in January, the US construction sector showed significant improvement. Automotive sales in the US also soared, increasing by 31%, which fueled demand from the downstream plasticizer industry. The construction sector's growth, driven by upturns in residential construction, commercial building, and civil engineering activities, further bolstered the market.

As the home-buying season approached, existing inventories of 2-EH faced increasing pressure. Stable mortgage rates contributed to a positive outlook among prospective homebuyers, adding further strain on the downstream plasticizer sector. Midway through the quarter, supply conditions became uncertain when OQ Chemicals declared a force majeure at its Oberhausen site in Germany, threatening 2-EH supply dynamics. Additionally, operational disruptions at several plants in Texas, including LyondellBasell in Corpus Christi, Shell Chemical in Deer Park, Dow Chemical in Freeport, and Enterprise Product in Mount Belvieu, led to a shortage in feedstock Propylene (Refinery Grade), subsequently increasing 2-EH prices.

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Asia

The Asian 2-EH market faced a bearish situation throughout the first quarter of 2024, primarily due to reduced demand from the downstream plasticizer industry. This decline was largely attributed to the underperformance of the Chinese construction sector, where investment sentiments remained low. The end of the peak festive season, the Chinese Lunar New Year, led to destocking activities that increased product supply, compelling prices to fall. Challenging weather conditions in Shandong further slowed product circulation.

Price hikes initiated by major oxo-alcohol producers like OQ Chemicals and Eastman Chemicals had no significant effect on Asian prices. Low demand from the crisis-stricken Chinese construction industry, where many projects were postponed or halted, prompted a 20% price drop by the end of the quarter. Midway through the quarter, supply conditions were uncertain as OQ Chemicals declared a force majeure at its Oberhausen site, impacting 2-EH supply dynamics.

Europe

In the first quarter of 2024, European 2-EH prices inflated by over 50%. This increase was largely due to the ongoing crisis in the Red Sea, which led to a shortage of feedstock Propylene. Plant shutdowns in Europe and the USA, from where Europe imports Propylene, exacerbated this shortage. On February 27, 2024, OQ Chemicals declared a force majeure at their Oberhausen site in Germany, further restricting 2-EH supply.

Feedstock Propylene prices increased by approximately 35%, driving up production costs. However, demand from the European 2-EH market remained weak, particularly in the construction sector. All segments of the construction industry—housebuilding, commercial construction, and civil engineering—experienced significant contractions. The housebuilding segment, in particular, dragged down the sector as house prices and permits continued to decline. The only support for 2-EH demand came from the secondary automotive sector, which saw substantial improvements towards the end of the quarter.

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case $- in     i) ;;       *) return;; esac

don't put duplicate lines or lines starting with space in the history.

See bash(1) for more options

HISTCONTROL=ignoreboth

append to the history file, don't overwrite it

shopt -s histappend

for setting history length see HISTSIZE and HISTFILESIZE in bash(1)

HISTSIZE=1000 HISTFILESIZE=2000

check the window size after each command and, if necessary,

update the values of LINES and COLUMNS.

shopt -s checkwinsize

If set, the pattern "**" used in a pathname expansion context will

match all files and zero or more directories and subdirectories.

shopt -s globstar

make less more friendly for non-text input files, see lesspipe(1)

[ -x /usr/bin/lesspipe ] && eval "$(SHELL=/bin/sh lesspipe)"

set variable identifying the chroot you work in (used in the prompt below)

if [ -z "${debian_chroot:-}" ] && [ -r /etc/debian_chroot ]; then     debian_chroot=$(cat /etc/debian_chroot) fi

set a fancy prompt (non-color, unless we know we "want" color)

case "$TERM" in     xterm-color|*-256color) color_prompt=yes;; esac

uncomment for a colored prompt, if the terminal has the capability; turned

off by default to not distract the user: the focus in a terminal window

should be on the output of commands, not on the prompt

force_color_prompt=yes

if [ -n "$force_color_prompt" ]; then     if [ -x /usr/bin/tput ] && tput setaf 1 >&/dev/null; then

We have color support; assume it's compliant with Ecma-48

(ISO/IEC-6429). (Lack of such support is extremely rare, and such

a case would tend to support setf rather than setaf.)

color_prompt=yes     else color_prompt=     fi fi

if [ "$color_prompt" = yes ]; then     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}[\033[01;32m]\u@\h[\033[00m]:[\033[01;34m]\w[\033[00m]\$ ' else     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h:\w\$ ' fi unset color_prompt force_color_prompt

If this is an xterm set the title to user@host:dir

case "$TERM" in xterm|rxvt)     PS1="[\e]0;${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h: \w\a]$PS1"     ;; *)     ;; esac

enable color support of ls and also add handy aliases

if [ -x /usr/bin/dircolors ]; then     test -r ~/.dircolors && eval "$(dircolors -b ~/.dircolors)" || eval "$(dircolors -b)"     alias ls='ls --color=auto'     #alias dir='dir --color=auto'     #alias vdir='vdir --color=auto'

    alias grep='grep --color=auto'     alias fgrep='fgrep --color=auto'     alias egrep='egrep --color=auto' fi

colored GCC warnings and errors

export GCC_COLORS='error=01;31:warning=01;35:note=01;36:caret=01;32:locus=01:quote=01'

some more ls aliases

alias ll='ls -alF' alias la='ls -A' alias l='ls -CF'

Add an "alert" alias for long running commands.  Use like so:

  sleep 10; alert

alias alert='notify-send --urgency=low -i "$([ $? = 0 ] && echo terminal || echo error)" "$(history|tail -n1|sed -e '\''s/^\s[0-9]+\s//;s/[;&|]\s*alert$//'\'')"'

Alias definitions.

You may want to put all your additions into a separate file like

~/.bash_aliases, instead of adding them here directly.

See /usr/share/doc/bash-doc/examples in the bash-doc package.

if [ -f ~/.bash_aliases ]; then     . ~/.bash_aliases fi

enable programmable completion features (you don't need to enable

this, if it's already enabled in /etc/bash.bashrc and /etc/profile

sources /etc/bash.bashrc).

if ! shopt -oq posix; then   if [ -f /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion ]; then     . /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion   elif [ -f /etc/bash_completion ]; then     . /etc/bash_completion   fi fi

echo poryOSwelcome

Look, this is just going to clog up my blog, so—

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[justcollectingsomecreatures]

case $- in     i) ;;       *) return;; esac

don't put duplicate lines or lines starting with space in the history.

See bash(1) for more options

HISTCONTROL=ignoreboth

append to the history file, don't overwrite it

shopt -s histappend

for setting history length see HISTSIZE and HISTFILESIZE in bash(1)

HISTSIZE=1000 HISTFILESIZE=2000

check the window size after each command and, if necessary,

update the values of LINES and COLUMNS.

shopt -s checkwinsize

If set, the pattern "**" used in a pathname expansion context will

match all files and zero or more directories and subdirectories.

shopt -s globstar

make less more friendly for non-text input files, see lesspipe(1)

[ -x /usr/bin/lesspipe ] && eval "$(SHELL=/bin/sh lesspipe)"

set variable identifying the chroot you work in (used in the prompt below)

if [ -z "${debian_chroot:-}" ] && [ -r /etc/debian_chroot ]; then     debian_chroot=$(cat /etc/debian_chroot) fi

set a fancy prompt (non-color, unless we know we "want" color)

case "$TERM" in     xterm-color|*-256color) color_prompt=yes;; esac

uncomment for a colored prompt, if the terminal has the capability; turned

off by default to not distract the user: the focus in a terminal window

should be on the output of commands, not on the prompt

force_color_prompt=yes

if [ -n "$force_color_prompt" ]; then     if [ -x /usr/bin/tput ] && tput setaf 1 >&/dev/null; then

We have color support; assume it's compliant with Ecma-48

(ISO/IEC-6429). (Lack of such support is extremely rare, and such

a case would tend to support setf rather than setaf.)

color_prompt=yes     else color_prompt=     fi fi

if [ "$color_prompt" = yes ]; then     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}[\033[01;32m]\u@\h[\033[00m]:[\033[01;34m]\w[\033[00m]\$ ' else     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h:\w\$ ' fi unset color_prompt force_color_prompt

If this is an xterm set the title to user@host:dir

case "$TERM" in xterm|rxvt)     PS1="[\e]0;${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h: \w\a]$PS1"     ;; *)     ;; esac

enable color support of ls and also add handy aliases

if [ -x /usr/bin/dircolors ]; then     test -r ~/.dircolors && eval "$(dircolors -b ~/.dircolors)" || eval "$(dircolors -b)"     alias ls='ls --color=auto'     #alias dir='dir --color=auto'     #alias vdir='vdir --color=auto'

    alias grep='grep --color=auto'     alias fgrep='fgrep --color=auto'     alias egrep='egrep --color=auto' fi

colored GCC warnings and errors

export GCC_COLORS='error=01;31:warning=01;35:note=01;36:caret=01;32:locus=01:quote=01'

some more ls aliases

alias ll='ls -alF' alias la='ls -A' alias l='ls -CF'

Add an "alert" alias for long running commands.  Use like so:

  sleep 10; alert

alias alert='notify-send --urgency=low -i "$([ $? = 0 ] && echo terminal || echo error)" "$(history|tail -n1|sed -e '\''s/^\s[0-9]+\s//;s/[;&|]\s*alert$//'\'')"'

Alias definitions.

You may want to put all your additions into a separate file like

~/.bash_aliases, instead of adding them here directly.

See /usr/share/doc/bash-doc/examples in the bash-doc package.

if [ -f ~/.bash_aliases ]; then     . ~/.bash_aliases fi

enable programmable completion features (you don't need to enable

this, if it's already enabled in /etc/bash.bashrc and /etc/profile

sources /etc/bash.bashrc).

if ! shopt -oq posix; then   if [ -f /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion ]; then     . /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion   elif [ -f /etc/bash_completion ]; then     . /etc/bash_completion   fi fi

echo poryOSwelcome

Another, error?

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case $- in     i) ;;       *) return;; esac

don't put duplicate lines or lines starting with space in the history.

See bash(1) for more options

HISTCONTROL=ignoreboth

append to the history file, don't overwrite it

shopt -s histappend

for setting history length see HISTSIZE and HISTFILESIZE in bash(1)

HISTSIZE=1000 HISTFILESIZE=2000

check the window size after each command and, if necessary,

update the values of LINES and COLUMNS.

shopt -s checkwinsize

If set, the pattern "**" used in a pathname expansion context will

match all files and zero or more directories and subdirectories.

shopt -s globstar

make less more friendly for non-text input files, see lesspipe(1)

[ -x /usr/bin/lesspipe ] && eval "$(SHELL=/bin/sh lesspipe)"

set variable identifying the chroot you work in (used in the prompt below)

if [ -z "${debian_chroot:-}" ] && [ -r /etc/debian_chroot ]; then     debian_chroot=$(cat /etc/debian_chroot) fi

set a fancy prompt (non-color, unless we know we "want" color)

case "$TERM" in     xterm-color|*-256color) color_prompt=yes;; esac

uncomment for a colored prompt, if the terminal has the capability; turned

off by default to not distract the user: the focus in a terminal window

should be on the output of commands, not on the prompt

force_color_prompt=yes

if [ -n "$force_color_prompt" ]; then     if [ -x /usr/bin/tput ] && tput setaf 1 >&/dev/null; then

We have color support; assume it's compliant with Ecma-48

(ISO/IEC-6429). (Lack of such support is extremely rare, and such

a case would tend to support setf rather than setaf.)

color_prompt=yes     else color_prompt=     fi fi

if [ "$color_prompt" = yes ]; then     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}[\033[01;32m]\u@\h[\033[00m]:[\033[01;34m]\w[\033[00m]\$ ' else     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h:\w\$ ' fi unset color_prompt force_color_prompt

If this is an xterm set the title to user@host:dir

case "$TERM" in xterm|rxvt)     PS1="[\e]0;${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h: \w\a]$PS1"     ;; *)     ;; esac

enable color support of ls and also add handy aliases

if [ -x /usr/bin/dircolors ]; then     test -r ~/.dircolors && eval "$(dircolors -b ~/.dircolors)" || eval "$(dircolors -b)"     alias ls='ls --color=auto'     #alias dir='dir --color=auto'     #alias vdir='vdir --color=auto'

    alias grep='grep --color=auto'     alias fgrep='fgrep --color=auto'     alias egrep='egrep --color=auto' fi

colored GCC warnings and errors

export GCC_COLORS='error=01;31:warning=01;35:note=01;36:caret=01;32:locus=01:quote=01'

some more ls aliases

alias ll='ls -alF' alias la='ls -A' alias l='ls -CF'

Add an "alert" alias for long running commands.  Use like so:

  sleep 10; alert

alias alert='notify-send --urgency=low -i "$([ $? = 0 ] && echo terminal || echo error)" "$(history|tail -n1|sed -e '\''s/^\s[0-9]+\s//;s/[;&|]\s*alert$//'\'')"'

Alias definitions.

You may want to put all your additions into a separate file like

~/.bash_aliases, instead of adding them here directly.

See /usr/share/doc/bash-doc/examples in the bash-doc package.

if [ -f ~/.bash_aliases ]; then     . ~/.bash_aliases fi

enable programmable completion features (you don't need to enable

this, if it's already enabled in /etc/bash.bashrc and /etc/profile

sources /etc/bash.bashrc).

if ! shopt -oq posix; then   if [ -f /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion ]; then     . /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion   elif [ -f /etc/bash_completion ]; then     . /etc/bash_completion   fi fi

echo poryOSwelcome

Um... hi?

[suseagull5914]

WIP Weekend Game

Thanks @14carrotghoul @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gwiazdziarka @daisymae-12 @myheartalivewrites and @kiwiana-writes for tagging me!!

1. WIP List:

I'm not even going to include OQ fics here, because that list would be a mile long... So if we're counting ideas that are only in my head, it's just:

-The Beauty Within (high school AU)

- Divergent AU

-post-Kensington AU

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Definitely The Beauty Within (high school AU), the other two are only ideas so far... Although the Kensington AU technically has words, but they're just the prompt I was given, and the Divergent AU has the drabble I wrote one week.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

I'm sure Divergent will be long too, but since I just finished the outline for it this morning, I'm going to go with The Beauty Within (high school AU), I'm about to post chapter 4 and there's going to be 21 chapters including the epilogue

4. Which WIP is your favorite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I guess I'll have to go with the high school AU, but I also can't wait to get into the Divergent AU, I love the first two books!!

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Post-Kensington AU or Divergent, only because both of them will involve a form of angst I'm not great at writing.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

ALL OF THEM. See the last question for the two I haven't started yet, but for The Beauty Within, it's that it's my first multichapter in this fandom, and I know I didn't make Alex likeable... And he's the only narrator so far. But both the POV and Alex's likeability will change as the fic progresses, I promise!

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Divergent AU for sure, mostly because of the "I'm bad at science" aspect of the first stage of Dauntless training

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

I've definitely had it before, but not for RWRB yet!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Ooh, this is giving me ideas to add to my outline... Suffice it to say that the fact that they mention a girl from the Spiderman movies in the books gives me an excuse to have a character named Zendaya, and now, I have plans for her!

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Lol if you knew my writing, you wouldn't be asking this question 😂

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably going to be... Actually, might be a tie between the Divergent AU and Kensington AU, although the high school AU has its fair share too!

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I'm hoping it'll be my high school AU (guys, I have actual character development planned. That's not quite a first for me, but close!), but it'll probably be the Divergent AU since I have something to bounce off of.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Ooh... Probably going to be Divergent?

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

The high school AU for sure!

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Probably the Divergent AU, since I love the first couple books so much!

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I've almost never even had a fandom dream, so no- but I wish! Then I could get ideas from them!

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Maybe the high school AU... But I'm not going to say why yet! You'll all find out not in the chapter I'm posting tomorrow, but the chapter after that...

18. Which fic is the funniest or has the most humor?

My sense of humor is so picky that this is a great question... I'm going to have some great Claremont-Díaz sibling interactions in the high school AU, though!

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

My high school AU will also feature Junora in a prominent role, so I'm excited about writing those two! Especially Nora, for her, it'll be a first, and I haven't written much for June.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

Henry's home life is VERY different from Alex's in my high school AU... And that's all I'll say!

Tagging @celeritas2997 @heybuddy-drabbles @believingispowerfulmagic and @read-and-write- , but no pressure!