#also got some great hospitality when we were at a restaurant and they just walked past us for 25 minutes

[tallmadgeandtea]

General Scott was right btw (a broken clock is right twice a day etc.) New Jersey really is madness. I hadn’t been there since I was a child at Point Pleasant so imagine my shock seeing gas pump attendants, houses cosplaying as liquor stores, TRADER JOE’S BRAND VODKA. Hearing NJ accents in a diner. Shit was crazy!

[oneshotnewbie]

Carina&Maya x daughter

Daughter is old enough to go do things on her own or with a few friends like go to the movies or a restaurant. All she has to do is tell her mom’s where she’s going. Daughter is informed about a little get together at a friends house after going out for dinner, daughter told Maya and Carina she was going out for dinner but not the “after party.” Daughter knows she wouldn’t be allowed to go because it was at a house her moms were unfamiliar with.

Daughter ends up going to the party and tells herself she will only be another hour or so, but time slips away. The party is held in the basement so cell service is pretty much zero.

The party has drinking but daughter know better than to take it. However daughter has a severe allergy to peanuts. There was a table full of snacks and miscellaneous things, nothing was labeled. Everyone was having a good time and daughter wasn’t thinking about anything, she was eating a cookie that was on a platter on the table and she really enjoyed it. The person who brought them said to her “oh yeah those are my mom’s famous cookies” about 5 mins later daughter started to feel really warm and her face was becoming very red and patchy. She collapsed. Her one friend asked what was in the cookies and sure enough they were peanut butter cookies. All of the underage teens were freaking out while someone called 911

Carina was working but Maya had the day off. Andy and Victoria arrived to the house with the aid car. They got to the basement and realized it was (daughter) and acted fast and took her to the hospital. Once settled in the hospital Andy got ahold of her moms to tell them.

So sorry this is long! Thoughts? I know a peanut allergy is cliché but I didn’t want the daughter to drink knowing she can’t go behind her mom’s backs like that. It was just a bunch of preteens thinking they were cool cause they stole a few drinks from their parents cabinets (I’m thinking parents aren’t home) anywhooo I hope this is okay :)) -🦋

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Maya Bishop and Carina Deluca were preparing for their upcoming shift at Station 19 that afternoon. The sounds of running engines and the occasional ringing of the duty telephone filled the air as the blonde checked the equipment. Carina, meanwhile, counted the supplies so that the aid car team could make the best possible care of an injury before she made her way back to Grey Sloan.

The two of them were completely absorbed in their work and did not notice a person, a young girl, walking through the open gates, a bright smile and lively eyes betraying anticipation. "Hey, mom, hey mama." You greeted your mothers cheerfully and they both turned around in shock, but returned the smile when they noticed that it was none other than you.

"Hey my sweet. What brings you here?" Maya asked, now completely turning away from her work and giving you your full attention.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going out to dinner with some friends at a restaurant tonight," you explained excitedly, pushing yourself into her outstretched arms. "It's nothing special, just a casual meeting."

Maya and Carina exchanged a look and couldn't suppress their smiles when they heard the news. "That sounds great, y/n. Thanks for coming over and letting us know. Which restaurant are you going to?"

You thought for a moment, briefly checking your phone to tell them the real name of the restaurant. "We decided on a restaurant named 'La Trattoria'. It's not far from here and apparently has great pasta. Y/bf/n drives us there and she also takes me home afterwards."

"That sounds like a good choice, bella," Carina agreed, giving you a small kiss on the cheek as a late greeting and early goodbye. "Have fun and take care. Don't forget to let us know when you're home safely."

"Of course, mama. I'll watch the clock and send you a text. See you later!" you nodded to them as you waved goodbye and left the fire station. A contented sigh escaped the brunette as she watched you go. "Our daughter is growing up, isn't she?"

Maya nodded to her and crossed the last few centimeters that separated her from her wife. Her arms wrapped tightly around her middle from behind while her head rested on her shoulder. "Yes, she's getting older and more independent. But as long as she always informs us where she's going, everything will be fine," she murmured, her gaze shifting towards the open gates where you had recently disappeared entirely.

Meanwhile, your best friend intercepted you on a corner near the fire station and took you with her. You entered the cozy Italian restaurant 'La Trattoria' and were greeted by the tempting smell of pasta and pizza. You both looked around for your other friends and found them already sitting at a table near the window, waiting for you. With a smile you both walked over and sat down.

As you ate together in a cozy atmosphere, the conversation was lively and funny, and you felt comfortable in the company of your closest friends when suddenly one of your friends' cell phone rang. He immediately pulled it out of his pocket and saw a message from one of her friends sending him the address to a party.

"Hey, did you also get the chain message from the party?" he whispered excitedly, placing his open phone on the table to show everyone the online flyer he had received. You raised your eyes and listened intently, not focusing on the phone. "What party do you mean? Where is it?"

Your friend grinned widely. "A huge house party at Jason's, the guy a grade above us. Everyone's talking about it. It's supposed to be legendary!"

You felt a tightening in your stomach and your heart began to beat faster. A party sounded tempting, but you also knew that your mothers had only allowed you to go out to eat with your friends. The idea of telling them you wanted to go to a party afterwards made you feel uneasy.

"When is the party?" You asked uncertainly, taking a sip of your cool drink, not knowing if you should go. "It's supposed to start at 9 p.m. That's still two hours away. Are you in?"

You hesitated for a moment, torn. Should you go? Your mind raced as you weighed the consequences. On one hand, you knew that it would be a violation of your mothers' trust if you just went to a party without telling them. On the other hand, you also knew that you probably wouldn't get permission to go there if you asked.

"What's up, are you okay?" your best friend asked, noticing your hesitation. You bit your lip, unsure of what to do. "It's nothing, I'm in."

Your friends cheered and immediately started making plans for the party as they got back to their food. You tried to suppress your rising doubts. It was just a party for 9th and 10th graders and you were only going to stop by for an hour anyway. What could possibly go wrong?

When it came time to leave for the party, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had decided not to say anything to Maya and Carina and you really hoped that everything would go well.

On the way to the party, you tried to get excited about the night ahead, but a small part of your conscience nagged at you. You knew you should be honest with your mothers, but in that moment you couldn't ignore the urge for freedom and adventure.

Several minutes later and a sigh of inner conflict, you entered the basement to the party and immersed yourself in the vibrant atmosphere of the night. The music was ringing in your ears and people were happily dancing together, immediately feeling alive. You glanced at the clock and repeatedly promised yourself that you would only stay for an hour.

But time flew by. The music, the laughter and the excitement of the people around you captivated you. Hours passed and you found yourself getting deeper into the party. But at some point you noticed that your cell phone had no reception when you wanted to look at the clock. Panic rose in you as you realized that you couldn't tell your parents that you were going to be away longer than planned. But the thought was quickly overshadowed by the party atmosphere and you decided not to worry. It would be fine.

As the night progressed, the celebrations became wilder. Drinks were passed around with a stronger percentage and you were asked to join in more often. But you knew you couldn't go too far. Despite the fun you had, you kept a clear head and stayed away from alcohol. Instead, you decided to indulge in the delicious snacks that lay in the corner of the room.

The table was covered with a variety of goodies: chips, candy, cookies and other tempting things. You smiled as you approached and began exploring the different options. You grabbed a small plate and began placing a selection of the snacks on it.

As you looked further around the table, you noticed a platter of particularly tempting looking cookies. They were perfectly formed and looked incredibly delicious. You couldn't resist and reached for one of the cookies.

You took a bite, closing your eyes in pleasure as the taste unfolded on your tongue. It was incredible - the perfect mix of sweet, soft and crunchy. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as you enjoyed another cookie.

Suddenly you heard an unfamiliar voice, that came closer to you. "Oh, there's someone enjoying my mother's famous cookies," she spoke and you quickly opened your eyes, looking up at the older girl. “Your mom makes really amazing cookies,” you remarked, nodding and reaching for another one.

The party continued to rage around you, but for a moment you were just lost in the delicious world. You savored every bite while chatting with your friends and living life to the fullest. But after a few minutes you started to feel uncomfortable. Your skin began to tingle and you felt heat flood your body.

Panic rose within you as you realized what was happening. You had an allergic reaction. Your thoughts were swirling and you tried to stay calm, but the symptoms were getting worse by the second. Your best friend immediately noticed the change in your face and became increasingly nervous as your face became red and blotchy. "Are you all right?" She asked worriedly and you tried to answer but your voice failed and you could only shake your head helplessly. Soon after, everything around you started spinning and you fell tot he ground.

When your friend realized the danger, she pulled out her cell phone and immediately called 911. "911, what is your emergency?" asked the voice on the other end of the line. "My friend has a peanut allergy and she just ate peanut butter cookies. She has an allergic reaction and it is gonna turn into a allergic shock."

Meanwhile, the other party guests reacted to the emerging panic and some of them tried to calm you down. Some of them tried to help with first aid while others stood around you worried.

Meanwhile, Andy and Victoria, who heard about the emergency call, rushed to the house to help. When they arrived, the scene was chaotic, but they immediately put their medical training to use. But when they saw who needed their help, they realized the urgency of the situation.

“Andy, it’s y/n!” Victoria said, lowering herself to the floor next to you. She made sure you were stabilized and acted quickly and effectively while Andy coordinated the situation and asked the young people to give them some space. "Y/n? Our y/n? Damn it!"

Victoria gave you a makeshift supply of adrenaline that she injected into your thigh. "Hey, sweetie. Are you with me?" Andy asked, patting your cheek a few times as she knelt down next to you. You nodded, your eyes focused on her. A smile of relief graced her lips.

Together they carefully picked you up and carried you to their ambulance, which was already waiting outside. They put you on the stretcher and immediately took you to the hospital. Along the way, Victoria kept a careful eye on you while making sure your vital signs remained stable. The ride was eerily quiet as they hoped for your speedy recovery.

When you arrived at the hospital, you were immediately taken to the emergency room, where a team of doctors and nurses were ready to help you. Andy and Victoria stayed by your side while you were examined and treated by the doctors.

At the same time, your mothers were immediately informed by the two and it didn't take long for the two to arrive in the emergency room after receiving the call. Carina stormed towards the two women with concern, her heart beating wildly with worry. Her eyes were wide open in fear as she looked into the treatment room to see you lying on the gurney, surrounded by medical staff. "What the hell happened?" She asked as she wrapped her hands around her torso and chewed her lip nervously.

Maya followed shortly after, her expression marked with worry and fear. When she saw you, she was relieved that you seemed stable so far, but also angry that you hadn't informed her where you were. "Allergic shock. Apparently she ate something she shouldn't have. The caller said it was peanut butter cookies."

"Yeah, yeah. She's allergic to peanuts," the blonde spoke and both women grabbed each other's hands as they nervously waited for the doctors to finish with you and give them an update. "But she knows that too. She pays very strict attention to avoid exactly that."

As the four of them waited in silence, the attending physician came out and explained to Maya and Carina that you were stable, but that you needed to remain under observation due to the severe allergic reaction and that they would do everything they could to make sure you recovered quickly .

Maya and Carina breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed past him with a thank you to get to you as quickly as possible while Andy and Vic stayed outside. "What happened and why didn't you tell us you went to that party?" Maya asked, her voice full of worry and anger.

You lowered your gaze to the blanket, a feeling of shame overcoming you as the two sank into the chairs next to your hospital bed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to worry you. There were cookies there, unlabeled. It was stupid of me not to say where I was."

Carina sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. Despite the fury of betraying their trust, they were grateful that you were now in good hands and that you had been taken to the hospital in time. "We're not mad at you, love. But you should have told us where you were going. What would have happened if y/bf/n hadn't called or Andy and Vic hadn't been there on time?"

Maya nodded, agreeing with her wife as she took your hands in hers. "You could have been in serious trouble. We understand that you wanted to have fun, but safety always comes first. We are here to look after you, but we can only do that if you let us know."

You looked at the two of them as their mothers' words resonated within you. You knew you had made a mistake and you would learn from it. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I promise next time I'll let you know right away."

Maya and Carina hugged you tightly as they discussed the importance of communication and safety with you. Despite the frightening experience, you had grown even closer to your mothers, and you were determined to make sure something like this would never happen again.

[sofiareidings]

The Scenic Route

This story was based off of this photo:

Summary: You and your coworker finally admit your feelings for each other. But your first date doesn't really go as planned.

A/N: I'm not as obsessed with this stories as my others so I apologise if it isn't great. I really didn't have a lot of motivation today and my sister is back in the hospital aswell so we were really busy.

Song Suggestions: La Vie En Rose - Emily Watts

Word Count: 0.8k

The others on the team found it almost comical how oblivious the two of you had been. You both liked each other but didn’t know. Penelope and Emily had been telling you that he definitely liked you. When you didn’t listen Penelope went out of her way to show you the clues through a PowerPoint.

Derek and JJ had been doing the same thing to Spencer. When he finally believed them he spent two weeks planning how to ask you out. Exactly what he needed to do…and then it happened.

Everyone else had gone home from the office but you were finishing up on some paperwork. You were focused on your work and didn’t even notice that Spencer was still there. You kept an eye on him and after a while got the suspicion he didn’t have anything he was still doing but just waiting to talk to you. Everything that Penelope and Emily had been saying felt really likely now but you decided you wanted to see how this played out.

It had been twenty minutes since you finished working but you stayed there at your desk to see if he’d make the first move. You weren’t making it too obvious that you were done working, you had your computer turned on and you just scrolled through the internet mindlessly.

After another ten minutes you finally heard him speak up. “Y/N, are you busy or can we talk?” You smiled then nodded, of course you were free to talk. He got up and leaned onto the empty desk across from you. “So, I was wondering, if maybe you would want to uh…”

“Are you asking me out, Reid?” You cut him off because watching him trying to figure out how to ask you was like watching a puppy try to walk for the first time. He was a little shocked by what you said and you felt this excited feeling growing inside you realising that everyone was right. “Because if you are I would say yes Spence.”

Still a little bit in shock by your statement, this really did not go the way he had planned it to. He cleared his throat then tried to be less stunned while he talked. “You would? I mean, yes. I was hoping to ask you to dinner.” He smiled and stood up a little straighter. “I was thinking we could go out tomorrow? After work?”

“Yeah, I think I could make that work.” Shutting down your computer and starting to pack up. You broke out into a small laugh and finally picked up your jacket and keys. “Well, I should probably go home now. See you tomorrow.” Not sure how to say goodbye to someone you just admitted to liking, you started to reach out for a handshake then played it off as a wave.

Let’s just say that dinner the next day did not work.

You ended up having an emergency case and it just didn’t happen. Both of you should have expected it really.

The date got postponed for almost two weeks until it finally happened. The two of you decided on a small Chinese restaurant quite a bit away. Because of this, you also decided to take the train.

The restaurant was a cute little family owned business that was pretty much empty for the whole dinner. The both of you had a great time but even though you both knew how badly you wanted to just kiss each other neither of you had the guts to make a move. The waiter, a teen girl, was clearly trying to play cupid throughout dinner. There was this moment when it was time to get the bill and your hands touched, for maybe a second. You could feel the warmth of his hand and pulled away scared to make another move.

The train back was incredibly delayed and the train was packed. You found two seats right by the entrance to sit in but because of how full the train was you were practically shoulder to shoulder. Once the train started moving you felt Spencer move his arm away and you had a little bit of an internal panic for a second like maybe you did something wrong. That panic was shut down seconds later when you felt his hand laying behind you and hugging you close to him.

The arm around you was comforting and to tell him that without actually saying it you just leaned into him more. The train slowly started becoming less crowded but as each stop came you felt more and more tired.

The date might not have gone as you two had planned but the feeling this moment gave was better than what either of you could’ve expected.

Right before you started to fall asleep his hand disappeared for a second then came back and started running through your hair. You sunk deeper into his chest until you finally fell asleep, just comforted by him.

[sirianasims]

I listened to Myra’s slow breathing. Her mom had taken us out to dinner at a fancy vegan restaurant to celebrate Myra’s birthday and then we’d watched a movie. It was tradition. It had been a nice day until we were in bed and Myra started another tirade against the popular kids in school.

I didn’t know what to say. She still didn’t know about the party last weekend, and I didn’t want to argue with her but I couldn’t quite bring myself to agree with her anymore. She ended up giving me the silent treatment until she fell asleep.

I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. It was dark, but Myra and I had been best friends since kindergarten when her parents moved to Copperdale so her dad could work with my dad. I knew their house like it was my own.

I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. Was it really so bad to want more friends? To be a part of a group? Maybe I really was just a superficial person who wanted everyone to like me. I definitely wanted Oscar to like me. We hadn’t kissed since the party but we were messaging on Social Bunny every day, and yesterday we’d locked eyes across the hallway and I had to look away before Myra noticed.

The lights were still on downstairs. Myra’s mom never went to bed before her dad came home from the hospital. My own mom did the same.

I quietly walked down the stairs and Daria looked up from her laptop.

“Can’t sleep? Is Myra snoring again?”

“No, I’m just thinking a lot.”

“Want to talk about it?”

I told her about the Spooky Day party. Somehow it had always been much easier to talk to Myra’s parents than to my own.

I did leave out the part about Oscar though.

“So since then I’ve been posting a few pictures of other costumes I’ve made. And now some people are asking for tips and I thought it would be fun to maybe make a channel and stream the process or something. Or make tutorials and post them online.”

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ve always been impressed with the stuff you come up with.”

“But what if Myra sees it as me just trying to be popular?”

“And what exactly is wrong with being popular? She should be supporting you in whatever makes you happy. Myra has a lot of strong opinions, Griffin stubbornly insists she gets it from me. But don’t let her hold you back.”

“Myra says having people like you online is dumb because they’re not real friends anyway.”

“Sometimes I think my darling daughter forgets what I do.”

Daria gestured towards her computer.

“My podcast has a couple hundred thousand listeners. Are they all my friends? No. But some of them have actually become friends, because sharing what you love with a community that likes the same thing is a great way to meet people. You can even teach others and inspire them to share their own passions. I think you would do great, and I know you’re talented. But don’t take it from me, take if from those girls at school, because I’m probably too old and hopelessly uncool to listen to.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Daria was the coolest person I knew, second only to my grandpa Conrad. They didn’t care what people thought about them, but unlike Myra, they also didn’t spend hours talking about how little they supposedly cared.

Daria was telling me all about her podcasting gear when Myra’s father, Griffin, came home.

“Evening, my love. Oh, hey Julia, you’re up late.”

“Hey Griffin. You’re right, I should probably go to bed.”

“Alright, let us know if Myra’s snoring gets too bad, we still have spare earplugs.”

He winked at me.

“And remember, we love to see what you do, Julia. So you’re guaranteed at least two followers who are also real friends.”

She stood, but then leaned down and kissed my forehead, just like she used to do when Myra and I were little.

“Goodnight, kiddo. Don’t let anyone tell you how to live your life, OK? Not even my dear daughter. Always be yourself. And if you want more tips on getting a proper recording setup, just ask me.”

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[aurora567]

Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 3

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.

Summary: Aoi is still helping Deku out as he ends up taking over her home. Aoi also ends up tearing into Bakugo a little when she learns he and Deku are friends.

Word count: 3203

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She couldn’t help but softly pace around in front of the door to her bathroom, listening in case the man took a tumble in her shower. After all, he was walking around like a newborn fawn at the moment and she did not trust he wouldn't end up hurting himself worse than he already was. She was also worried about what she was going to do about him. She doubted he would go to a hospital, but did he have someone who could help and care for him if she did somehow get him back to his apartment? It was clear when she got his stuff that he lived alone, no one else's clothes, shoes or belongings seemed present. Hmm did he have any friends in the area? Okay that was a stupid thought the number one hero more than likely did not have any friends that lived in this neighborhood. Still maybe one of them could come and get him and nurse him back to health. Did pro hero’s have any non pro hero friends? Since last she knew pro hero’s tended to work rather long hours compared to some and were always on call. Then there were missions to deal with. Could a pro hero actually take the time to care for him on top of their job? She just worked waiting tables at a nearby restaurant. It's not like she worked more than eight hours on any given day. Still she didn’t like the idea of being stuck with him. This was truly a discussion they were going to need to have before she went to work.

Finally the water for the shower stopped running and she couldn't help but press her ear against the door listening closely in case he was in some sort of trouble but refused to ask for help. She could hear slow shuffling before it sounded like he ended up sitting on her toilet since there probably wasn't even enough room for him to sit on the floor in her tiny bathroom. At least now she didn't have to worry about him falling as she once again started to pace till she heard him softly call out.

“Sugahara?” he called out her name which had her quickly lean towards the door.

“Yes?” She called back softly.

“Ugh could you come help me?” she was pretty sure she could already see the man blushing at the simple request of needing help even before she stepped into the room and saw his red face.

“Sure,” She calls out as she opens the door and steps in to find the man now dressed.

“Hold on while you're sitting down. I want to check and apply new bandages before you're move again." She said before grabbing her first aid kit once again as she pulled out clean gauze and watched the man just lift up his shirt showing off most of his abs. Damn the man was drool worthy that was for sure. Yet for some reason she had a feeling he did not realize how attractive he is as he watched her walk towards him and carefully peel off the gauze from the night before. Her stitches were not great but they held. He isn't bleeding any more but the skin around looked more red than she would like as bruising also littered the skin around the wound.

“I never asked but what the hell happened to you last night?” She asked as she made sure the wound was clean and dry before she pressed gauze to him and this time wrapped some tension bandage around him to help keep the gauze in place.

“Oh you know fighting villains and what not,” He mumbled, not actually answering her question. She assumed it must have been something bad if he wouldn't tell her.

“Fine, don't tell me,” She was completely sticking her bottom lip out and pouting as she wrapped bandages around his torso.

“We also need to talk about what you're going to do. You can't get up on your own. Do you have any friends that you could get help from?” She asked as she leaned back from him and admired her less than perfect handy work before she looked over at him watching him blush and drop his shirt as his other hand ran through his hair.

“Well most of my friends are fellow pro hero’s. I’m not sure if any of them could help very much. Plus most would be even more persistent than you about going to a hospital,” He said, giving her a sheepish looking smile. So he didn't want a friend dragging his ass to the hospital was the biggest reason.

“Alright then stay put here while I'm at work. Let's get you back into bed then,” She said as she stepped to his side the best she could and once again she draped his strong arm over her shoulder before helping him up to his feet. At least this time he did not sway when he stood up. So that's an improvement right?

“Thanks again Sugahara,” he said with a duck of his head and a rather guilty look on his face.

“Stop thanking me and apologizing. Just be happy I’m not a bitch and won’t toss you out on your ass alone,” she said as she helped him back to her room where different bed sheets now covered her bed. She doubted she would get the blood out of the other set but at least she had an old backup. Glancing over at him she finally noticed the shirt he was wearing bore two big double r’s across the front.

“You are a really big fan of your fellow hero’s aren’t you?” She asked with a giggle at the thought of the All Might boxers she was very aware he was currently wearing. Of course the idiot's face turned red and he started to stutter something about liking to support his friends. His face was so red she almost couldn’t see his freckles any more.

“Oh calm down sugar cookie. I think it’s nice you buy your friends merchandise. But it does make you look like a nerd,” She couldn't help but tease him lightly as she slowly helped him to sit down on the edge of her bed.

“Kacchan says the same thing, though he doesn't say anything when I wear something from his line,” Midoriya says as he gives a small embarrassed chuckle but still that small lopsided boyish grin remains.

“You have mentioned that name a few times. Kacchan must be a pretty good friend of yours if you talk about them so much,” She said, unable to hold back her curiosity as she straightened up and stretched a little. Her body isn't used to all the heavy lifting she had been doing the last couple of hours and is starting to protest as it grows stiff on her.

“He is. We have known each other since we were little kids. We went through UA together. He’s a little rough around the edges but he's really a great guy and hero,” Midoriya said as the smile on his face only grew wider at the memories of his dear childhood friend. A great guy and hero? She was pretty sure she had heard an interview where Deku had said the same thing about someone once before? Who was it again?

“It almost sounds like you're talking about Dynamite every time someone questions how you just let him just yell at you the way he does,” of course being able to connect the dots had surprised Midoriya a little but still he smiled innocently at her as he nodded his head.

“Well that’s just how Kacchan is. I think a part of his loud personality is just linked to his quirk. He’s always a little loud and aggressive, it's just who he is but deep down he's a good guy,” She could feel her jaw drop at hearing the little sugar cookie defend someone like Dynamite but to hear that the two are childhood friends well she would never have guessed that, not with the way the angry blonde treats the green haired man on tv. Of course her blunt surprise just seems to make the man laugh which in turn had him hiss and grip at his side when his body deemed laughing too painful.

“Everyone always gives me looks like that when I say almost anything about Kacchan,” He said his shoulders still shaking softly with a silent laugh though it was short lived as even that hurt like hell.

“Well yeah! It’s kinda hard to believe you're talking about the same man. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, Like first off who the hell tries to make that their hero name, second have you seen the guy in any interview? The man is loud, rude, egotistical and obnoxious, like how the hell did he get into the top ten heroes. Scratch that I am sure it's simple because of those good looks saving his ass,” She was completely ranting and raving now about the blonde hero that she really personally did not like. She was so worked up she had even started to wave her hands around a little before throwing them up when she admitted the man's good looks had to be the only thing saving his top hero spot. Of course poor Deku could only watch the woman rant about his dear friend. Though she wasn't completely wrong and he had also learned long ago not everyone had the same opinion of Bakugo as he did. So he couldn't just argue with her since she wasn't completely wrong.

“Well you're not completely wrong. Kacchan is a bit rough. But he has gotten better since high school. He was really bad back then. It's just who he is to be loud and I think more so crude. But he speaks his mind honestly, to honestly really. But if you actually get to know him you would find he is not that bad,” Izuku said, trying to stand up for his friend but the look he got from the woman standing in front of him clearly told him she was not convinced. He wanted to offer to introduce her to him. But he feared the two may be a bit similar and feared fists may fly if it escalated past insults and screaming at each other. But the woman standing before him really did remind himself of his best friend.

“Yeah and pigs will start flying,” she nearly snorted, finding it hard to believe the angry blonde man was not as bad as she assumed.

“Whatever. I don’t have time for this. Lay back and relax. I gotta head to work soon. I’ll grab you some more water but I hope you will be okay on your own. Oh hand me your phone,” she said, giving him more of an order than asking him for his cell phone. She watched as he handed his cell phone over to her without arguing as she sent a text to her own phone and heard the phone still sitting on her night stand vibrating.

“There. Now you have my cell number. If anything happens I guess you can call or text me while I’m at work. But beware I may not answer right away if I’m working,” she said before she turned and walked over to her little dresser pulling out her uniform. Well really it was a short little tight black skirt. A tight strappy little matching black top. And of course she grabbed the most padded bra she owned. She was going to need all the help she could get to make good tips. She needed to get groceries but also she was worried about Midoriya’s injury. Infection is a real concern and he won’t go to the hospital for what ever stupid reason. She needed to see if she could get her hands on some antibiotics for him. Ugh what a pain this was turning out to be.

She had to struggle not to laugh as she watched the man’s face turn all sorts of different shades of red the second she pulled a bra out of her dresser. Poor guy acted like he ain’t never seen a bra before. Oh what an innocent idiot he was.

“I’d say don’t go peaking through my things while I am at work. But you can’t exactly walk. And something tells me you wouldn’t do that for risk of giving yourself a heart attack,” her tone was completely teasing as she tried not to laugh as she looked over her shoulder at the poor man who was still looking incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed. He looked more like he had just walked into a woman’s changing room and been caught red handed in such an action.

“I would never do that,” he stuttered out as his gaze quickly looked away as if seeing her holding her change of clothing was the equivalent of seeing her naked. What a sweet and innocent little sugar cookie he was.

“Ah yes. Cause you’re a big strong hero right? Alright cinnamon roll calm down before your face explodes,” and yet she couldn’t keep the smirk from pulling at her lips as she swirled her bra around one finger as she started to leave her bedroom ready to go to the bathroom to be able to change saving the poor man from having an aneurysm if he actually was forced to watch her get changed. She spent a lot of effort saving the man she didn’t need to be the reason he died.

“You are not going to stop with the sweet themed nicknames are you?” He asked as she once again called him a cinnamon roll.

“Nope,” she said, popping the P as she said it before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she walked out of the tiny bathroom she was now dressed for work, the skirt made it hard to bend down. If she wasn’t careful, bending over would show off her ass. Her shirt clung to her top half and the bra she wore was a bit tight, the padding pushed everything up and together nearly making it hard for the top to contain the girls. Her hair had been slightly curled, a good bit of makeup caked her face. As annoying as it all was, she knew this would make men tip better. Walking into her bedroom she grabbed her cell phone from the night stand where it had been charging. She also grabbed the small little black pouch she had that housed her float of change, a pad of paper and a few pens.

“Is there anything you need before I leave?“ she asked, pausing as she glanced over at the man who was leaning against the headboard of her bed with her two only pillows supporting him.

“Nah I’ll be fine till you return,” he said after a second.

“Okay good,” she said simply as she slipped her pouch around her waist and listened to it clip in place before she slipped her phone into her bra and turned to head out slipping on some old black flats that would make working at least a little more comfortable compared to the rest of her outfit.

She was leaving home a little bit earlier than normal. But she wanted to deal with one issue before work would start. She needs to get her hands on some antibiotics for the idiot hero taking up her bed. The risk of infection was very real, and even if he didn’t get an infection it would still slow his healing down. Some actual pain meds may be helpful but that she could just get at a drug store though she did worry Advil may not do that much good. But getting her hands on illegal drugs would get expensive. He would have to make due with Advil; she could at least afford that.

She walked down the sidewalk looking for a familiar face before she finally found him where he typically would be this time of day. Long greasy hair was pushed back into a low ponytail. The man was tall and lanky, honestly he reminded her of an insect in many ways. He was almost ten years older than herself in his mid thirties at least.

“Bando,” she mumbled as she approached the man watching as the his lips curled up into a rather creepy smile.

“Well well look who it is. Little Aoi,” he said grinning as he took in the view of the woman before him.

“Don’t be so informal. And you know I hate when you call me that,” she growled at him as her glossed up lips pressed together. She always hated dealing with the man. But he was always reliable when something was needed.

“Awe come now. I’m hurt that you want to act like we don’t know each other,” he said, faking a look of being upset.

“I’m a customer, nothing else,” she said simply and watched as he arched an eyebrow at her.

“Well then what is it the beautiful lady needs today?” He asked knowing she only came to him when desperate for something hard to get.

“Antibiotics. And make sure it’s good shit,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest trying to hide the view from the man before her as she watched those beady little eyes of his roam down to rest on her chest before slowly making their way up to her face once again.

“Oh are you playing doctor again? And you know that won’t be cheap,” he said as his eyes finally returned to her face.

“I’m well aware it won’t be cheap. I’ll swing back around after work. Have it ready for me by then or I’ll go elsewhere,” she said simply not removing her arms from her chest.

“Alright alright I’ll see you later than little Aoi,” the man said with a deep chuckle as he turned and disappeared down an alleyway as she quickly started walking down the street once again now heading straight to the train station and heading to work.

Pulling out her cell phone she looked at the message she had sent to herself from Midoriya’s cell phone. Adding him into the small list of contacts she had she put in his fun little nickname as she put him into her phone as Sugar Cookie. She knew better than to add him using his hero name. That could get her in trouble if anyone saw. Even if it was used as a joke she could still get herself into trouble, people in her neighborhood did not like hero’s. It was a good reminder that she needed to make sure no one knew she was currently harboring the number one hero and nursing him back to health. That could get her ass beat or worse could find her dead if the wrong person got their hands on her. She needed to be careful or she could find herself in a lot of trouble. How had she found herself in this situation? And why her?

Next Chapter

[jesslynbluetarot]

Originally posted: 6.19.23 on jesslynbluetarot.com

Peace,

Here I am. Back on the Jesslyn Blue Tarot blog to talk about, drum roll please...

Jesslyn Blue Tarot has been doing pop-ups at Secret Pour and would like to make a friendly reminder that Jesslyn Blue Tarot is open to be booked for events and venues. Please send me an email and let's set it up!

Now, the first pop-up was for their 2022 New Year's Gatsby Gala, a 20's themed New Year's Eve party. Wait, I'm moving too fast.

Let's talk about Secret Pour. This bar has been open for about a year or more in Brooklyn, NY. The owners, Roberto and Jaime, are wonderful, social people that built this business from the ground up. It started as underground parties in their basement and they dreamed bigger, okay! They had the guts. They have years of working in hospitality, bartending specifically, and in managerial restaurant positions, in New York City. 

This bar is different, okay, because it is a blend of Roberto and Jaime. Their personalities and art and cultural preferences shine. I walked in one day and they were playing Donnie Darko on the TV with subtitles, wow. Yes, it has a bar like every other bar - but it is the atmosphere, the people, the drinks, the pool table.... and the secret door that opens to a performance space where hip-hop bounces off the walls, poetry weaves webs under low lights, creatives are exchanging unfurling ideas, everyone feels accepted, and culture is constantly blooming.  

Jesslyn Blue Tarot was honored to pop up at Secret Pour for their Great Gatsby Gala and their one-year anniversary on May 13th, 2023. Thank you for having me in your space!

No one wants to hear every single detail, therefore highlights!

1st Pop-Up: Hands clasping in anticipation! What a party, ya'll. I was set up in the back towards the pool table. It was practical and a perfect spot. I felt right in on the action, but not right in on the action where it would be too crowded and noisy eventually, because yes, it got PACKED! That was a super busy night for the bar and Jesslyn Blue Tarot. At times, I barely had a moment to use the restroom, and small lines for readings formed. There were 20's dancers scattered throughout the bar and we cheered when the ball dropped with a unified champagne toast! Thank you to all who came through to get a reading and just to say hello!

I had to stop doing tarot after about 4-5 hours, then I joined in on the festivities. Did an impromptu photoshoot out front with some amazing, creative women! 

2nd Pop-Up:  The one-year anniversary was definitely for the culture, for New York City, for Brooklyn, and for the people. I was situated near the front of the bar but still near the back by the secret door. I used one of their booths this time and had a cute red lamp as my ambiance. There was a Supreme Bars event happening in the secret room. I was jamming, okay, hip hop culture lives. Hip-hop is the daughter of poetry, ya dig? I'm very multi-talent in that my first love is poetry and performing it. It saved my life since childhood. 

I spoke to a few people that approached my table, but this time they were hesitant. That's okay. We spoke briefly but amicably and even shook hands. Some sat down to chat and commend me for knowing a special skill that they have no idea about. When the people started wanting readings, they were wonderful. The best querents a tarot reader could ask for. They weren't so skeptical that they made the reading unpleasant nor did they talk over me, they were ready to receive and hear the messages. As a tarot reader, that is all I ask for. Please receive, process, and do what you feel is best with the information and guidance that has been provided. 

Beyond a doubt, I had the pleasure of helping people who were grateful and enjoyed intellectual conversations about life and our inner growth. If you're reading this, you guys were so great and truly blessed me with being able to talk to you, get to know you, and help you. 

Oh, I also closed up my pop-up shop and decided to play some rounds of pool after 4-5 hours of tarot reading. I didn't win, but I came close, okay, super close. Such is life. Next time!

For More Info:  Secret Pour Website / Secret Pour Instagram

Jesslyn Blue Tarot Instagram has tarot photos and reels from all the events to check out!

More pop-ups for the future, here Jesslyn Blue Tarot comes! If you want tarot at your next event or venue from Jesslyn Blue Tarot... Hit my email and let's chat, heal, expand, and help each other. 

Email: jesslynbluetarot@gmail.com.

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Ashe.

- Jesslyn Blue Tarot

[work-and-life-in-shizuoka]

INTERVIEW_17

JONATHAN BARNABE

Countries & Regions / Canada

1. JOB DESCRIPTION

I work for a company called Mizutori that has been making Geta in Shizuoka. I am a managing director and mostly in charge of a main sales person. I also own a little local store on a wonderful street called Sengen street.

The way I found my job was lucky for me.  The reason I came to Japan is because I got married with a Japanese lady, and my wife is now the owner/president of the Mizutori geta company.

2. LIVING ENVIRONMENT IN SHIZUOKA：HOUSING

With regard to finding a home, my situation was easy. But after I arrived and lived at the family house for a while, we decided to get our own apartment. I think Shizuoka has plenty of beautiful apartments from traditional to modern. Even my Canadian friends was able to find a fully furnished apartment at very reasonable price. The most difficult thing is the language; everything is in Japanese. Because you need to understand the rental agreement and rental system in Japan, the best advice would be to find a real estate company with English speaking staff or get some help with a local person a friend that speaks Japanese.

3. LIVING ENVIRONMENT IN SHIZUOKA ：NO INCONVENIENCE?

Well, of course, moving into a new country with differences in culture, languages etc., will bring some excitements and also sometimes inconveniences. As far as shopping goes, Shizuoka is quite a small friendly city. You will not find as much English speakers as in Tokyo or Osaka but in Shizuoka, I found people are most friendly and they are usually excited to see a foreigner and will try their best to communicate with you. Of course, during a busy rush hour at the restaurant, it’s not the time to try to start a conversation. :)

At the clinic, most hospital nurses and doctors have some English basics and even print out in English. The gesture game is always fun too! If you are not too much in pain, you can point with your finger where it hurts. In case you get really sick, please try to go with someone that can translate for you.

For school as a teacher, you will notice a big difference in work ethic and culture. The Japanese (teachers and students) work and study very hard during long hours that might not be easy at first for a foreigner. My son was born in Japan, so he has features of mixed culture. He is now in first year of elementary school and so far, so good. He has many friends and he is quite popular. Luckily, Shizuoka has an international kindergarten where my son was able to learn English for 3 years before joining the normal Japanese elementary school. At the elementary school I am always well welcomed and I even help with school task sometimes.

In my 8 years in Japan, most of the inconveniences were not “serious”.  It usually always a language barrier. My wife always helps me! And a big advice is no matter what your age is, you must try to learn Japanese. It will really make thing easier.

4. CHARMS OF SHIZUOKA

For me, the best thing of living in Shizuoka is Fuji -san! In all my life, I dreamed about seeing mount Fuji at least one time. I didn’t even know that Fuji was in Shizuoka so I was very happy when I realized. Even after 8 years, if it’s not cloudy I want to see Fuji and I am always so happy to see it. Mount Fuji is so special and it has great power, I think. In Shizuoka we are very well situated, on one side we have the Pacific and the other side beautiful mountains. Shizuoka is well known for the strawberries, green tea, wasabi, shirasu(whitebait), maguro(tuna), craft beer and sake and many other delicious foods, especially, beef is surprisingly tasty.

So, Shizuoka is big! Big in nature and history too. I live near Sengen shrine. My store is between the blessed tori on Sengen street (shopping street) and the shrine. This is such a beautiful and charming area. Shizuoka has plenty of little shopping street like this and I recommend all to visit them, just take a day to walk around, enter the stores and say hello! Everyone has such a nice story to say! Sengen shrine is just so beautiful and you can hike and see from the top the beauty of Shizuoka.

I could go for hours saying how beautiful is Shizuoka but I will leave it up to you and come and see! Hey! If you come to Shizuoka, I’ll show you around!

[lloydfamilyadventures]

2 weeks in Croatia has been a blast, much of it because of the amazing hospitality shown to us from Zeljka and Ivan. We began our time meeting up in Sibenik (Zeljka’s home town) where we stayed in the old town. Loved coming back to our apartment through the narrow cobbled alleys and all the restaurants found through the town. Enjoyed a wonderful sunset and gorgeous views of the city below from one of the 4 fortresses the city has. Day trips from there to Primosten (beautiful clear water and the water inflatable made Jonah a very happy boy and maybe the best fish meal of our trip) Krka Waterfalls, Makarska and Split. Split saw Matt doing some of his best narrow street driving of the trip as he deftly maneuvered us out of a very narrow street in our quest for a parking spot. Our brief stop in Split made us happy that we changed our base to the quieter town of Sibenik. From Sibenik we then spent 6 nights glamping at Zaton beach resort, which is a huge campground and still extremely busy. We managed a boat trip to Kornati National Park where we had fun cliff jumping into the deep blue water below. We really enjoyed the town of Nin nearby and enjoyed a couple of great meals there. We also enjoyed visiting Zadar. The figs are in season and abundant where ever we go so the kids and I have enjoyed searching for the ripest, sweetest fruit when ever we wander. As well as a lot of seafood we enjoyed a suckling pig for dinner one evening. From Zaton we spent a night near the entrance to Plitvice Lakes National Park. We traveled there via a bear sanctuary which was a quirky, enjoyable detour. For dinner we tried the local specialty of veal cooked under the bell, lamb and pork cooked on the spit and a grilled trout. We got up early the next day to see the lakes. The lakes were very beautiful in color and surrounded by gorgeous greenery. It was a nice walking path over and around the lakes, with a boat ride in the middle. We walked about 6 miles of the trails. To begin with we cleared a few tour busses of Chinese tourists but the real congestion of tourists came later in the day with the queue of tourists to see the largest waterfall (87m) reminiscent of the queue hiking up Diamond Head in Oahu. Regardless of the crowds the lakes and waterfalls are stunning and it was a great day spent. We now finish our trip again enjoying the wonderful hospitality of Zeljka and Ivan in Zagreb. Zagreb seems to be a very nice city. Clean, easy to walk around, lots of busy restaurants and bars and beautiful architecture. The food is good and cheap and we have enjoyed eating out. Last night we all had a lot of fun at the football and this afternoon we are excited to enjoy a meal with Zeljka and Ivan (she is making us squid her uncle caught) and after a few drinks in Ivan’s dads bar. Just a few as tomorrow we have an early bus to catch to Vienna.

[braidedjanes]

Kansas City MO

By Andrew Doyle May 22nd 2023 After another great trip, this time to Kansas City, Missouri, I wanted to share a little about our drive there and back, the wonderful staff at the Mexican Consulate, our stay at the Holiday Inn and lunch with artist Mauricio. Once we had figured out that Kansas City would only be an 8-hour drive from Chicago we decided to drive instead of fly. Was also going to save us a lot of money and the stress of flying, with instruments. We'll be driving to Philadelphia next month and I look forward to another trip without flying.

The road trip to KC was nice. The weather was beautiful and there was little to no traffic or construction along the way. Juny and I shared driving duties while Jessica was busy at work in the back seat.

We made it to KC in good time and when we walked into the Holiday Inn we were staying at, we saw there was a restaurant and bar right there not far from the front desk. When I had researched places to eat nearby a place called Toast came up and was rated 4.9 stars. Sounded fancy at the time and I hadn't looked up to see how far away it was, yet, there it was... inside the hotel! We loved the idea of not having to drive anywhere else after being in the car all day.

Once we brought our things to our room we went back to the restaurant and bar and ordered a drink and some food. The staff was awesome; they seemed to care about their food and making their guests feel comfortable, which was a treat in itself. I normally don't order steak but the waiter talked me into trying it and I was so glad I did. When we went back to our room it didn't take long for us to fall asleep. The beds and pillows there were so comfortable; I think we needed a good night's sleep and we woke up feeling well rested.

The next morning I got up and ran on the treadmill and worked out in the hotel's fitness center. Felt good to get my body moving after sitting for so long the day before. Toast also served breakfast so with having to be at the Mexican Consulate by 11:30am I figured it would be best to eat something there before we left. Another great meal later and we were off to the Consulate not far away. It was another beautiful day and I loved feeling the hot sun after being in cold, cloudy weather back home.

When we arrived at the Consulate, we had to walk past a waiting room where every seat was taken. I felt a heaviness and sadness in my heart. I imagined many of the people were there trying to get paperwork or even citizenship for themselves or a loved one that couldn't be there and knew it had to be hard on them. I felt a greater sense and appreciation for the people we were performing for and for what they do every day to help others in need. Feeling their warm, and welcoming hospitality has become something I've started to look forward to on these trips. There's so much to love about Mexican culture, food, and music, but the people may be their greatest gifts.

It was great to see the Exhibit up again, in a new beautiful setting. The art pieces are starting to feel like friends I get to see every few weeks. Got to meet one of the featured artists Mauricio Zuniga and hear a little about his paintings and where some of his ideas come from. Being an artist and Art History major myself I really enjoyed our conversation and learning more about how he works. Was great also meeting Soileh Padilla Mayer the rest of her awesome staff.

The performance was so much fun. There was a little boy that got up close to where we were playing and danced for most of the show. He was adorable and made it even more special. Felt great to see people dancing and tuned in. What an honor!

After the event ended, Mauricio treated the three of us to an awesome lunch at Gate's Bar.B.Q. nearby. Just the smell alone was enough... I ordered the ribs and was in pure heaven. I think we all were. Was really nice getting to know more about Maurico's incredible journey and many of his life's adventures. I can't wait to get to treat him to a great meal when we see him next Tuesday at the Consulate show in Chicago.

After lunch, we drove home. It was almost identical to the way there, as the weather was beautiful and the roads were fairly empty most of the way. We were feeling really good about our show and the friends we had made in KC. Can't for our next show and our next road trip.

[teacherintransition]

Seventeen Months in Round Rock

A very different experience …humbling and eye opening.

Since February 2022, we’ve spent forty eight out of sixty two weeks traveling through out Texas, Louisiana and Great Britain. It’s been a roller coaster ride of adventures and experiences. We’ve learned a lot about ourselves and unplanned moments, some of which have turned us upside down. Round Rock was unique in the unplanned area …definitely. Long periods away from Nacogdoches, an horrendous ice storm, lots of guests, a cancer scare (see previous article …three scares in three years), a month long stay in a less than desirable extended stay hotel. It’s been a scene man …, but more positive situations than negative here in the Hill Country.

First off we were really happy to have some friends from back in the day share our time here. These guys gave us a social base we’ve not had in our previous travels.

For going on three years, I’ve extolled the merit, nay vital importance, of planning when life changes. C’mon, changing the direction of one’s life is stressor numero uno let alone having to deal with surprises coming out of left field. We all know that things go according to planned…right? Have I heard this before? Deja vu! It has been my personal experience since becoming a teacher in transition that the great Scottish poet and patriot, Rabbie Burns, in his poem, “To a Mouse,” actually is more spot on when describing the results of planning: “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.” Perfectly said, am I right? In our four months here, besides the aforementioned events nothing has gone seriously “a-gley,” au contraire, in fact, things have gone incredibly well for my wonderful wife in her new temporary place of employ. Her self confidence and sense of contribution to the nursing field have increased immeasurably. Things went so well, that my lovely partner was offered an additional month at yonder hospital. So what in the hell O’ great teacher in transition, why are you writing about things if they went a-gley or awry? We, as previously experienced in Alexandria and Granbury, expected to feel at home and at peace as we had in the southern Llano Estacado and in Louisiana. The Hill Country was a more challenging place, but being close to my nephew Aaron, my buddy Scotty and his son, Matt & Brette Kuban, a former colleague Mark, Robyn; and visits from my sons Brendan and Erik, my sister in law Nancy and one of the Quadrumvirate …Radolpho kept the time in the Austin area lively.

We just thought that we’d lower our heads for thirteen weeks and accomplish our goals and move onto the next one. But…but…love the place and the people? Oh great….again? Who wanted that? Now, it is heartbreaking to leave. Why does this keep happening? The world ISN’T a cesspool of struggle and strife? Who’d a thunk it? For my wife, she has been treated as a professional of the highest order; made special friends of her co workers and one might say she has been compensated lucratively. …she has. (wink wink) I’ve done a great deal of writing, photography, hiking and exploring. The variety of restaurants has been incredible, the historical sites and art venues numerous and all employing excellent, friendly folks from the region. It is among these locales that we have met wonderful people that will never be forgotten.

I discovered long ago that a truly wonderful coffee shop is a place where ideas and conversations flow like fresh brewed elixir from the coffee bean. When we got here, there were a number possible shops. On day one, I walked into the Lamppost Coffee Shop …decision made. There were walls decorated in a calming eggshell white offset with masterfully composed photographs of the region. I’ve gotten a tremendous amount of writing done in such a vibrant environment. I have also spent many wonderful cool afternoons sitting outside, drinking tea and people watching. In a world of going hither and yon, the Lamppost has been a haven of good coffee and peaceful surroundings.

If you know me in any way, you know the word “pub” carries an almost, to hell with almost, a TRUE mystical significance. It ain’t just about the drinking my friends, but that is an important aspect. One can get a drink in a bar, a saloon, a cantina, a club, a bar and grille, a restaurant, a cooler….but none of these places come close to being a pub. A pub is something else altogether. A haven for those beaten down a bit, a place for those lonely in their soul, a well of happiness for one seeking conversation and companionship. A true pub has an old world feel, it has a dark calming aura, and a sophisticated selection of whiskies. In my personal experience, I’ve only entered into a handful of places that qualify as a true pub in the magical sense of the word. In Granbury, I didn’t come across a clear watering hole that fits my standard of a public house, but we did find some pleasant places for relaxing libations. In Round Rock, a couple of spots qualified as “pub worthy.” The Ruby Bar is an excellent, out of the way just north of downtown. The staff was excellent and they serve a truly outstanding Old Fashioned. It’s a perfect after dinner spot. Aces to the Ruby.

The Brass Tap was truly an “every man’s” pub spot. A long bar with a charming snug and a collection of whisky/whiskeys that any aficionado would be amazed to sample. They have a $15k shelf of bourbons that could break the bank if one did more than just stare and salivate at the grand bottles. Afternoon drinking or out for the evening, The Brass Tap was welcoming, warm and a peaceful spot for a libation or several.

We planned for many things on this adventure and many wonderful things have taken place. Ive yet to adjust to having my heart broken joyfully by these wonderful locales. I had people warn me that Alexandria was a rough city; a run down city, a crime ridden city….bless their poor, slow little hearts. I had folks warn us that Granbury was just a hick spot in the road. Most of the criticisms of Round Rock centered on traffic …I’ll go with that one; but good friends and good times outweighed all the negatives. If you look for the negative…it will be found. I look at things with my soul’s eye…it’s then that you can see the magic of a place and the beauty of another’s spirit. I didn’t expect to love these people and this place…but our hearts are healed and we didn’t know they needed healing. Thank you Round Rock and au revoir.

[ncityavenue]

Whipped

Short drabble!

Genre: inferred love triangle of some sort except all three are oblivious in some way:)👍🏾

Disclaimer: none except swearing.

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"YOU MIGHT WHAT–?" Your bestfriend Xiaojun and Ten say in Unison, you fidget with your hands looking down.

"I might have a crush on Yangyang..." You murmured, they both look at each other then back at you.

"Do you know how bad that is?" Xiaojun squeaks.

"He might break your heart, I mean�� you've seen what he's done to the girls he's been with in the past like - he is our friend but he is a player and we don't want to have to break his jaw because he broke your heart." Xiaojun lectures.

"This is exactly why I didn't wanna tell you guys this." You trail off, Ten puts his arms up in defense " I haven't even said anything. Plus, I didn't think I was right when I joked about you liking him."

"I mean it was only a matter of time though," you raised an eyebrow, "you guys are kinda close and he almost does everything for you. How could you not like him?" Xiaojun explains with a bitter tone.

"Woah, Dejun it's almost like you forgot that rejection is a thing." Ten says noticing the bitterness.

"WHO the fuck reject them?!" Xiaojun questioned.

"Let's see... Johnny,Doyoung, Jaemin, Renjun–"

"Y/n, that literally doesn't make sense. YOU NEVER TOLD THEM YOU LIKED THEM? YOU JUST WAITED UNTIL THEY GOT CUFFED???" Ten marveled.

"Oh right! Also, I think Renjun might have a thing for me or something because I always see him stare at me in art class." You looked away from your friends eyes.

"Who wouldn't look at you though? You're hot." You jumped from the sudden new voice invading the conversation.

"Oh hi-"

"What? That's all I get just a 'oh hi'?" Yangyang interrogated walking up to you.

"You didn't let me finish my greeting-?" You tilt your head, Yang sucked his teeth grabbing you into a hug.

"What were we talking about? All I heard was renjun was looking at hot stuff right here and he might like them or sum" Yang asked sitting down on the bench.

"Well, we were talking about their study sessions with Kun but somehow we started talking about art and you know that always leads to renjun." Ten lied through his teeth, great liar actually you thought.

"You have study sessions with Kun? He must be more of a pain then." Yang huffed.

"You're only saying that because you stopped coming to his sessions after y'all first argument." Xiaojun reminded yangyang of the embarrassing time.

"Since when did you start kissing Kun's anus?" Yang spat back.

"Shut up asshole," Xiaojun throws a fry at yangyang but he quickly dodges it watching it hit another table.

"Nice throw, anyways! I need to borrow y/n for a few minutes, hope thats ok with you two." Yang wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"It's fine, I think they need to talk to you as well." Ten smirks winking at you, you rolled your eyes looking up at yangyang who had more of confused look on his face.

After you and yang walk away, Xiaojun huffed while Ten rubbed his back.

"How am i gonna tell them I like them now? I should've said my feelings when I had the chance." Xiaojun pouted.

"I can make things work, plus they said they 'might' like yangyang. He's not all that great, they'll probably notice that when you ask them out on a date to that new restaurant that opened." Ten says.

"When I what?—"

"I'm forcing you to ask them out duh."

"Oh please, their already cuffed– look– just look at the way their laughing over there with him.. I have no chance." Xiaojun stares at you and yang being a few feet away having a private conversation.

"You're acting like you're not hot as hell, don't say that it's a date just say that you want to hang out with them and then be like lovey dovey at the place. You know their a fool for affection." Ten smirks bringing xiaojun closer to him with shoulder hug.

"I'll try but if I end up looking like a fool you will end up in the hospital."

"Blah blah blah whatever! Plus they really care about your opinion especially on love- I don't know how but- OW!"

Ten rubbed his leg for comfort after xiaojun had kicked it, "ok I'm sorry."

"Anyways, I'm gonna go cock block see you later Ten!" Xiaojun grabbed his book bag making his way over to You and yangyang.

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I just wanted to try something new, plus I don't be seeing alot of Xiaojun or yangyang content WHAT IS UP WITH THAT😒🥱 maybe I'll continue this MAYBE bc a bitch be slacking and having writers block.

[cupidkonditorei]

hi i feel actually shy but,,,, i just admire how you write so 😭😭 can u please do how jealous bakugo would react once he got to see other guy trying to make a move on you after your fight

𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿

𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎: you and bakugou get into a small argument and someone dares to flirt with you

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: kinda angsty but it gets fluffy !!! gender netrual reader !!! they/them pronouns !!

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 780 uwu

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: hello bby, don't be shy i love when y'all request things it literally makes me so happy !!! but side note i may actually redo this request because not sure this is what you mean

Shouting wasn't too uncommon in the Bakugou household.

You found yourself getting used to the way he spoke; his harsh words were never directed at you, at least not usually. Tonight seemed to be different; his shouting no longer seemed to hold the level of care it usually did. After a long day of fighting villains and going to the hospital because of said villains, the last thing you needed was your lover shouting in your ear.

But that's the only way Katsuki learned to express concern.

The night air was cold; rain fell in sprinkles at first but slowly turned into a downpour. You sat on the bus stop bench, taking deep breaths and trying desperately to calm yourself down. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with Katsuki, pretend the argument never happened, curl into his arms and fall asleep, but the words he spoke still rang in the back of your head, making you unable to return home at the moment.

Katsuki was just like that, passionate to default, that's what you loved about him, but it was also the source of too much heartache.

"Hey, are you okay?" The voice was soft, so unlike your lovers. You tossed your head up, frown on your face. The figure sat next to you on the bus stop bench, and despite having not looked at them, you could feel their eyes scanning your body. "Why are you sitting out here so depressed?"

"What gave away that I was depressed?"

"Ah, most people don't sit out on bus benches when the bus stops coming down this path at around 11 o'clock." That's what made you laugh about the situation; the situation was melodramatic, to say the least. You turned to face the person talking to you; their eyes were a deep dark blue, their hair a dark black and a lip ring. "C'mon, don't look at me like that." A warm chuckle echoed through their chest, and their voice was smooth and creamy.

This man was a stark contrast to your Katsuki.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to people reading me like that." You lifted up your arm that was encased in the tight cast. "Yeah, I didn't have a great day today, so I came out here to clear my head, but I think the rain adds to my awful mood."

"Well, you're injured, it's raining; why don't we go to a restaurant, and I'll treat you to some ramen." His arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders, making the smile you didn't know you had until it fell from your face.

You quickly shock your head, pushing yourself back a bit. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

He pulled you closer to him, your broken arm unable to catch you. "I promise it'll be a lot of fun." His body was cold; it made you cringe. "Or at least give me your number so I can take you out-"

"Hey! Get the fuck off them!"

From the gruff voice breaking through the harsh beat of the rain and the distinctive explosive clouds of orange and red emitting from the hands, you could see it was your lover. He walked towards the two of you; the ground seemed to shake with each step he took.

"Katsuki!"

You perked up, but he completely ignored you and instead focused on the man who still (foolishly) had his arm around your shoulder. "Hey, relax, buddy, we were just gonna get some food. You can butt out of it." The words made you cringe, and you braced for the worse, but nothing came.

"Is that true, [name]? Do you wanna go out with this fucking nobody?" He looked toward you, scowl on his face, but not directed at you.

"No! I want to come home with you!"

Katsuki grabbed your arm and dragged you closer to his body, glaring at the person with those words. Over the years, his anger had gotten better, but his calm scared you somewhat. You could feel him grumble in his chest. "Get the fuck away from us before I decide to blow your face into pieces." The man hesitated but walked away from you two in a low grumble.

The silence was suffocating, but a breath of relief escaped from your lips, and you relaxed onto him.

"[name], I'm sorry." His apology came out in a grumble, and you couldn't help but grin up at him. "You shouldn't go runnin' off like that when you can't properly defend yourself; got me worried sick about you." His words of affection were always chocked down by embarrassment and the fear that you wouldn't return the sentiment, but you always did.

"Let's go to bed, Katsuki."

[justwonder113]

Halu! Saw your post, and I'm looking forward for your future works. Can I request a Dad! haikyuu scenarios? Cause I'm really into that. When he and his pregnant s/o, went to the hospital for feral ultrasound. And the obstetricians revealed there’s 3 heartbeats. Which mean, they are having triplets. I wanna know their reactions so bad 😂 When I think of triplets, I'm thinking those character who most probably have strong genes. (Bokuto, Osamu, Atsumu and maybe, Ushijima?)

Oh my god this is such an adorable scenario. Ngl I keep reminding myself that I'm too young to have kids now (not that I have a bf or anything lol). Thank you very much for requesting, I really hope you will like it.

Hearing that you're going to have triplets

includes: Bokuto Koutaro, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu and Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Bokuto Koutaro

Honestly you were so thankful that you had Bokuto with you, he was the most amazing partner you could ask for. Always supportive and kind, never failing to make you feel deeply appreciated and loved.

Especially since he found out you were pregnant. The man was over the moon! You hadn't even finished the sentence he already had you in his arms spinning you around while proclaiming how happy he was.  You felt silly that you were even worried about his reaction. You had never seen him more happy. 

You just knew he would be the most amazing father.

He was always with you and helped you with whatever he could, say goodbye to even holding stuff. Cleaning and sometimes even cooking were immediately off your shoulders. And whenever you tried to tell him that you were more than capable of doing stuff he immediately shushed you saying that he was more than happy to help.

 He didn't know much about pregnancy, tho he read everything with you and listened to you whenever you explained things to him, he just wanted to support you.

I see that he would also change his diet for you. It's important for pregnant women to have a healthy lifestyle during pregnancy. So when he saw that you tried to cut off junk food and other unhealthy food he immediately gave up on them too. If you stopped drinking coffee he would stop to, everything to support you.

When you told him that you had to go to ultrasound to make sure everything was right he immediately called and took a day off. You were so thankful for it, you told him that you could go alone but honestly you were terrified, this was your first pregnancy. You read almost everything and asked so many questions too and did everything you were told, but you were still beyond terrified on what the doctor would say, so having him around was really a big deal.

Especially when you noticed slight furrow on doctor's face. Your grip immediately tightened around his hand. Your mind immediately went to most terrible stuff in seconds, it didn't even cross your mind that you might be having triplets. You wanted to ask what was happening, but you didn't have courage, thankfully Bokuto got the clue and asked what was going on." I had to make sure, congratulations, you will be having triplets, I can hear three completely healthy heartbeats." The doctor beamed at you." Three heartbeats... Triplets..., oh my god Kou we're having triplets!" you couldn't believe your ears, heck you didn't even know what you were even feeling. You were thrilled yes but at the same time... Being mother of one kid seemed already hard, but triplets? Would you do a good job? What about Kou? Was he happy with the news?

You returned to reality after you felt two strong arms wrap around you tightly. Bokuto was beaming like crazy." Oh my god Y/N! We're having triplets!" He cheered loudly, startling both you and the doctor. "That's so amazing! We would have like half of a volleyball team! That's so cool! I never even thought we could have triplets, thank you so much, you really make me happiest!" He kept rambling on and on, pressing millions of kisses on top of your head. You never even realized when you started crying… "You're happy?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper."I'm beyond thrilled baby, this is going to be awesome! Don't worry about anything, we're going to do great you hear me!" He immediately assured you and planted another kiss on your head making you giggle as well. He was right as long you had each other you were not afraid of anything. You would do amazing!

Osamu Miya

I feel like he would be the most amazing husband. Really doting and caring.

Would also really try to help you with everything he could. Both around the house and with whatever you needed. Just imagine being able to taste Samu's cooking every day. (And I just know he would try and come up with new recipes just so he would keep things interesting for you, like you hate some food, and it's hella healthy and is good for pregnancy, you bet your butt he would try and come up with a recipe, so you could eat it that way and not gag. Alsosatisfying your cravings with his cooking would be like a challenge for him, he would be excited to try out new things.)

I think that after you told him the news that you were pregnant he knew that he had to change things. Like he already felt bad when he worked all this long days at his restaurant leading to sometimes neglecting you. He was thinking to hire an assistant, but was reluctant because he didn't think they would do as good of a job as him. But when you told him the news all the hesitation went through the window. Like hell, he was going to leave you alone, especially now that you were pregnant.

You were glad you could spend more time with your husband still you felt guilty because you knew how much his restaurant meant to him, and sometimes you couldn't help but think you were interfering with it. Osamu reassured you million times that it definitely wasn't like that and that he was beyond happy that you were going to be parents even thought you weren't planning it just yet. He never failed to show you how appreciated and loved you were but the thoughts still lingered.

When doctor told you the news you felt your breath hitch. Osamu's grip on your hand tightened. You wanted to look at him for reactions, but you couldn't force yourself. 

You were terrified. What if he wasn't happy, what if he didn't want so many children. Your mind felt like a thread mill, you didn't even notice when the doctor left the room to give you two few minutes. You had your chaos going on in your brain. What if...

your chain of thoughts were interrupted when you felt the pair of lips clash against yours. You let out a startled  noise but returned it. Osamu cupped your cheeks, and rested his forehead against yours.

"Sorry for startling you love."He said and pinched your cheek playfully, giving you a heartfelt smile. "I'm so happy, I don't know what to say." He gave you another peck making you smile. "Three kids! This is going to be amazing love! And I bet your cute butt Tsumu's going to be so jealous!" He snickered and planted yet another kiss on our face. "You have no idea how happy you make me! You're the most amazing thing that has happend to me." The last comment made you crack and you let out all your emotions. Motherhood really scared you especially now that you knew you were going to become a mother of three. But still, you have never felt happier. What more could you ask for? You had the most loving husband and you would have three most amazing children.

"Thank you Samu..." You couldn't even stop your tears now, but you were grinning from ear to ear and Samu was returning the smile.

"No, thank you Y/n. Thank you for being in my life! You're everything I could ever ask for and so much more more. I know you're scared and so am I but we're going to do amazing you got me? Don’t worry your pretty head about anything"  He reassured, you nodded and kissed him passionately, your hands rubbing away his tears. "That's my girl. Come on let's rub it in on Tsumu's face!" He grinned mischievously, making you giggle. 

 He was right you two were going to do amazing, you just couldn't help but wait until you could hold your kiddos in your hands.

Atsumu Miya

If you thought that Atsumu was clingy before you should have seen him now that he heard you were pregnant. He was basically glued to your side.

Not gonna lie the man probably cried when he heard that you were pregnant. And you felt silly that you were worried about his reaction to begin with.

He would try his best to help you with everything, but for the love of god don't let him near the kitchen. (I think out of these four characters he is the worse cook. I headcanon that Osamu learned how to cook because Atsumu couldn't cook at all and it was pretty much pointless to turn to him when he was hungry and there was no food at home, and I'm pretty sure he caused a kitchen fire at least once.)

Really supportive and tries to do everything for you, at some point you really have to make him stop because you can hold your own purce. I can clearly imagine him carrying everything for you, whispering reassuring things and proclamations of love whenever he can.

 And don't let me started about him showing you off. One would think that his amazing pregnant wifey is the only thing that he talkes about. All his social media would be filled with pictures of you too. Just imagine having all those cute photo sessions with him!!! ( Yes I have a baby fever now)

"Congratulations, I hear three completely healthy heartbeats. You're going to have triplets!" The elderly woman announced to you with a warm smile. You just stared at her dumbfounded cuz like 3?  You would have 3 little Atsumus walking all over your house?

Before  you could even react your husband engulfed you in the biggest hug ever, almost knocking you out of the chair. "Oh my god, baby we're going to have triplets it's so amazing! We're going to have three kids! This is so cool!”He gasped as he realized something. “Soon we could have like our own volleyball team! Oh my god, Samu's going to be so jealous. As long as we're out I'm going to rub it in his ugly face!" Let's say you had to drag your hyperactive husband out of the doctor's office after he also almost tacked her too thanking her for the news.

He just wouldn't stop rambling how much he loved you and how thankful he was to have you in his life. And let's say in a matter of minutes everyone knew you two were going to have triplets.

Also let's just say that at some point you really had to shut him up with kisses, because as much as you love him and felt happy he was this amazed, it was still 3 am, and you wanted to sleep

You sure as hell scored yourself one heck of an amazing family.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Precious baby!!!

He was so happy when you announced him your pregnancy! He spend whole night hugging your belly whispering all the sweet stuff and how he couldn't wait to meet your kid, and how he would teach them everything he knew. You couldn't stop your tears it was such a happy sight.

I just imagine him being on his tippy toes whenever he's around you, bacause he's so large and strong he's fraid he's going to hurt you or the baby.

Also have I said that he would do anything for you? You would be like "Toshi..." And he's like "on it!" No matter which weird craving you have he would bring you everything without a single thought. Your wishes are his top priority.

He would also read books about pregnancy, just so can he know what's happening, and he would also ask you questions so he can understand everything better.

He would also help with your healthy diet, he would bring you all kinds of stuff saying "I heard it's good for pregnant women." (He's such a sweetheart I can't.)

He would also give best massages whenever you feel sore or tired. Anything to make you feel comfortable.

I think that his love language is through acts of service and trust me when I say this, he makes sure you feel loved and appreciated every day.

When the doctor told you the news he gave you the sweetest and warmest smile, immediately washing away all your possible worries. He grabbed your hands and littered them with softest kisses. Muttering to you how happy he was, how he loved you and how much he coudln't wait until they were born with tears on his eyes.

Let's say the doctor had to give you few minutes to yourself because now you were a sobbing mess and were clingling to your husband like your life depended on it. You were just so happy!

The same night he would bring you all sorts of magazines and would help you choose whatever you needed just so the triplets could have the cutest nurcery. (He let you choose anything, he just made comments then and there as he had you in his lap all cutely, snuggled against his chest. His warm hands securely on your belly, softest smile on is face.)

So this is it, I really hope you like it, this was my first time writing headcannons like this; Sorry if it has any mistakes, English is my second language and I still make mistakes. if you have any other requests don't hesitate to ask, I will be glad to write them^^

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Reid My Lips - Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

A/N - on the twelth and FINAL day of shipmas fortheloveofcriminalminds gave to me…Spencer x Reader Fluff! Hope you guys enjoyed them, I had a lot of fun writing these! Find my Shipmas masterlist here. Find my full masterlist here.

My taglists are open for Spencer x Reader and all works so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are also open.

Requested: Yes l No l Kind of ?

Idea came from @andiebeaword as I was struggling to come up with something that wasn't either angsty or smutty! - "What about one where they're dating, but haven't kissed yet, and every time reader tries, for some bizarre reason, Spencer keeps dodging them. reader thinks he's trying a subtle way to say he doesn't want to kiss when in reality, he just doesn't want reader to think he's a bad kisser" - Set circa s15, some spoilers for the last 2 episodes.

CW: none that I can think of! Just lusting after Spencer's lips. Some talks of Spencer's insecurites and lack of experience.

Plot: In which all the reader wants in the world is to feel Spencer's lips on hers.

WC: 2.4K

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Spencer Reid’s lips were the kind they would have written poetry about.

They were plump, sinfully so, the first time you’d met him several years ago when you joined the team it was the first thing you’d noticed about him. How it didn’t seem fair for him have had lips such as these bestowed upon him. He had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen in your life.

If you were a writer and not a profiler, you may well have tried to write a poem about them. But alas, a wordsmith you were not. So you had to make do with just staring at them every available opportunity you got.

When he’d finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date after six years of working together you were thrilled to say the least. Finally, after all that time imaging what those lips would feel like, you might actually get to see for yourself.

For your first date Spencer took for you dinner at a fancy restaurant. Despite the fact you had known each other so long, the date was awkward.

Usually, you never struggled to find things to talk to Spencer about. Most of the time while the rest of the team were sleeping on the jet the two of you stayed up chatting aimlessly between you.

But somehow when the word date was used, it made everything uncomfortable between the two of you.

The night started as a long, drawn out silence but thankfully you both eased into it and by the time your main courses came you were able to chat a little more freely.

You’d had dinner together countless times over the years. But that was just as friends. Not as two people who were clearly attracted to one another even though deep down that’s what you’d always been.

Spencer walked you home after dinner. It was a mild night and you didn’t live too far from the restaurant so you thought the walk would be nice.

The first few blocks you fell back into that uncomfortable silence but thankfully you found your voices again.

Despite everything, you’d had a great time and you’d hoped Spencer had too.

As you stood awkwardly on the sidewalk outside your apartment you were desperate for him to kiss you. He wasn’t quite so shy and dorky as he had been when you first met so you’d thought he might make the first move.

He did not.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you Monday.” He offered you one of his shy waves.

No, this would not do. You’d been dreaming about those lips too long. It was time to do something about it.

You moved in close, your eyes closing as you neared his lips.

But what met your lips wasn’t his own. You felt prickly skin and your eyes shot open to see her had turned his head and your lips had landed on his stubble grazed face.

“Uhm…” you stepped back feeling incredibly uncomfortable. “Goodnight then I guess.”

You chalked it up to shyness. You guessed thirty plus years of insecurities couldn’t be washed away in a three month prison stint.

***

The next time an opportunity presented itself to steal a kiss from Spencer was a few weeks later.

You were out of town on a case and he’d invited you to his room to watch Doctor Who. You’d thought or maybe hoped it was just an excuse to get you alone in his room. You were surprised to say the least when he actually wanted to watch Doctor Who.

You sat side by side on his bed watching the small hotel TV. You dared to shuffle your hand closer until your fingers brushed and eventually you’d taken the plunge and entwined your fingers.

He didn’t seem to mind, he just gave your hand a firm squeeze as he held it.

About half way through the episode you decided to go for the kiss. You were desperate to feel those lips on yours and you hoped whatever awkwardness he felt on your date had since washed away.

You turned to face him, momentarily breathless at how beautiful he was.

“Spence,” you whispered prompting him to turn and face you.

He had a dopey half smile on those lips as he looked at you. You moved quickly, closing the space ready to feel those lips.

But once again you were met with his stubbly cheek.

You tried to tell yourself he was shy. That’s all it was. It’s not that he didn’t want to kiss you. It couldn’t be, right?

***

You’d started to think maybe Spencer had changed his mind about the two of you dating. It had been several weeks since your first date and although you’d been busy with back to back cases there had been time if he’d really wanted to take you out again.

It was nearly a month after your first date he finally asked you on a second. You’d jumped at the opportunity.

Spencer took you to the Smithsonian, you’d walked around hand in hand with Spencer telling you all kinds of facts and statistics the institution didn’t share.

You hung off his every word, mesmerised by the way his lips moved as he talked and wanting to feel them on yours with a white hot passion.

He took you for coffee after and you fell into comfortable conversation. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off those goddamn lips of his.

As you stepped out of the coffee shop hand in hand you made a quick move to place a chaste kiss on his lips as he was in the middle of telling you a story about his mom. You thought if you were fast enough he wouldn’t even see it coming and you could just get this awkward air out of the way.

You leant in fast, and as your lips were about to collide Spencer side stepped, turning to face the window of the coffee shop.

You stumbled, correcting yourself before you fell face first on the sidewalk.

“I didn’t know they had donuts! Now I want a donut.” He chuckled and suddenly he was heading back inside.

“Goddamnit Spencer.” You groaned under your breath.

By now you were starting to think he just didn’t like you. Why else would he keep dodging your attempts at kissing him?

You felt downtrodden. You felt insecure. Why on Earth had he asked you out if he didn’t want to kiss you?

***

Six dates in and all you’d done still was hold hands. You really didn’t get him. He kept asking you out but never seemed interested in doing anything other than hand holding.

You liked Spencer, a lot, but you were not willing to be in a relationship where there was no kind of intimacy.

But that was all pushed to the back of your mind when you and JJ found Spencer passed out in his apartment.

He’d been involved in an explosion thanks to the psychopath Everett Lynch. He was late for work the following day which was really unlike Spencer so you and JJ went to check on him. That’s when you’d found him.

While the rest of the team worked on finding Lynch, you stayed vigil at his bedside.

When he’d finally woken up tears streamed down your face and you’d be up like a shot.

“Oh my god Spence,” you sobbed. “I thought I was going to lose you.” You leant in to kiss his chapped lips.

He rolled his head to the side on the pillow, once again your lips meeting stubbly skin.

“I’m really thirsty.” He croaked, seemingly ignoring your actions.

You swallowed your pride with a sigh.

“I’ll get you some water Spence.” And with your tail between your legs you left the room in search of hydration.

***

After that you’d decided no more. You were fed up feeling a fool every time you tried to make a move on him only to be shot down.

So you decided you wouldn’t bother anymore.

Since he left hospital the two of you still hung out but it was less frequent as usual and the word date was never used again.

One night, it came to a head.

You were in Spencer’s apartment watching some foreign film which you were struggling to comprehend despite the subtitles.

Your mind was whirring, lost down a rabbit hole of thoughts of you and Spencer. You were so preoccupied in your own head you didn’t even notice when Spencer scooted closer to you or put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N?” He whispered your name, snapping you out of the abyss.

“Hmm?” You turned to face him.

His tongue glided over his bottom lip and his eyes were trained on your lips.

The next few seconds happened in slow motion. Spencer started edging closer to you, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips pursed.

And you turned your head to face the TV, allowing his lips to hit your cheek the way yours had to him so many times.

He made a strange noise that sounded halfway between a sigh and a groan. You tried to pretend you were focused on the TV. You felt his eyes on the side of your face and you tried to ignore it.

After a few minutes Spencer paused the film, the room falling silent. You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly turned to face him.

“Why’d you stop the film?” you hoped your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you thought it did.

“I think we need to talk.” Spencer chewed his lip. “I think I need to explain why I’ve been so...weird.”

“Spencer, trust me when I say you being weird is not an unusual thing.” you tried to lighten the mood.

“Weirder than usual then.” he was fidgeting in his seat, wringing his hands together in his lap.

“I hadn’t noticed.” you lied.

“Yes you have.” he told you.

“Look Spence,” you sighed. “If you don’t want to kiss me I get it. But why would you ask me out if that’s not what you wanted?” the words spilled out of your mouth.

He nodded his understanding at your words, running one hand through his messy locks.

“I do want to kiss you Y/N.” his cheeks stained red with embarrassment. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you, since the first time I met you. Jeez, kissing is just the tip of the iceberg of things I want to do with you.” his blush deepened.

Your chest tightened at his words, a twinge passing between your legs.

“You uhm...you have a funny way of showing it.” your voice was breathy. You didn’t mean it to be.

“I know.” he nodded, gnawing his bottom lip. “I freaked myself out. I got in my head and I panicked and I didn’t know how to deal with that. So I dealt with it really, really badly and I’m sorry.”

“What were you freaking out about Spence?”

He sighed heavily, the blush still straining his cheeks.

“It took me six years to finally work up the courage to ask you out.” he laughed shyly. “But when I finally did, I was terrified I wouldn’t be good enough.”

Your face dropped, sadness in your eyes.

“Spencer,” you reached for him and took hold of his hand. It was sweating and shaking.

He shook his head sadly, telling you not to try and convince him otherwise.

“Y/N, I am not...not so great with women in case you’d never picked up on that.” he chuckled again, but again it was a shy sound. “I don’t ha-have...so much ex-experience.” he swallowed hard. “There have only been...a few...women. Not enough to make me an...ex-expert in any sense.” he swallowed again. “I just wanted to be...good...for you.”

“Oh Spencer,” you felt tears in your eyes. You had no idea he’d been going through this mental turmoil. “Spencer I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for six years. Trust me, there is no way in hell you will not be good enough. I am crazy about you Spence, and all I want in the whole right now is to kiss you. I have waited too long to know what those lips would-”

He cut you off when his lips suddenly crashed against yours.

You let out a small whimper as those plump lips of his finally kissed you. They felt better than your wildest imagination.

The whimper allowed Spencer to slide his tongue in your mouth. He held your face in his large hands, exploring your mouth with fervor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

It was without a doubt the single most magical experience of your life. Nothing could have prepared you for how good his kiss would be.

It sent goosebumps flaring across your skin, making your chest tighten with lust.

It made you wet between your legs.

Maybe you should take a writing class because these lips, this kiss, definitely deserved poems written about them.

Your whole body felt as though it were on fire, every nerve ending in your body tingling with desire.

When the kiss ended you both gasped for air, trying to satiate your now empty lungs.

Spencer’s cheeks stained red again as he waited for your reaction shyly.

“I hope that was o-ok.” He stuttered a little.

You couldn’t help the large smile that broke out across your face.

“Spencer Reid, that was more than ok. It was perfect.”

His blush deepened and he looked away from you briefly before finding your eyes once more.

“Good.” He swallowed. “Because there’s a lot more I want to do with you Y/N.”

His words made you shudder.

“Now?” You swallowed, feeling oddly nervous.

“Right now.” He nodded before taking your face in his hands and kissing you again.

He was going to show exactly what his lips could do. And those poems practically wrote themselves between the sheets.

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You are my world. you three are my world now - h.h

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Word count: 2300 Warning: angst, mention of pregnancy, small mention of blood, mention of placental abruption Pairing : harry holland Request: yes!

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You didn't expect to be pregnant with twins at your age. The announcement of your pregnancy had also surprised more than one. Despite her support, Nikki Holland had still given the discourse on the importance of safe sex to her son. But Harry had given a more than mature speech in defense of both of you. He was able to prove to his family and to yours that you were ready and that the decision to continue the pregnancy was not rash.

You were now at the half of your eighth month and nothing could stand in the way of your happiness.

Nothing except maybe this.

Nikki had offered to have lunch with her this afternoon. Despite his work as a photographer, no longer having the company of his four children - since three of them left the family cocoon to live their own life as grown-up adults- weighed heavily on her. You accepted with pleasure. Harry, who was editing his third short film, had left you this morning to go to the edit suite, not without checking that you were okay. So, you joined Nikki at the restaurant. You shine in your long floral maternity dress. In the middle of the meal, you felt a violent contraction.

At almost eight months pregnant, it was no surprise that you could feel twins’ movements. You winced a little at the pain and your mother-in-law put a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Are you alright, darling?" she asking, a little bit worried.

"Yeah, yeah. They've just been in great shape for a few days now."

You apologized and went to the bathroom, struggling to cope with the pain of your contractions. When you noticed that your underwear was soaked with blood, your heart rate increased. You suddenly realized that a series of symptoms corresponded to what you had dreaded early in your pregnancy: the nausea that had occurred last night, the violent contractions since this morning and now the blood. Rather alerting signals that suggested a placental abruption. The obstetrician told you that this was a possible risk since you were having a twin pregnancy. You started to cry and panic for several minutes that Nikki ended up knocking on the bathroom door.

"Darling, is everything good in there?" she asked you with her sweet and worried voice.

"Could you come in please" you sobbed.

"Sure, darling. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

She stepped carefully into the disabled cabin that you had used for space reasons. Nikki immediately noticed your state of stress. And you just told her everything in strangled sobs. She put a hand behind your back and gave you a very serious look.

"We have to go to the ER. We're going right away."

"I want Harry"

"Don't worry, I'll call him on the way"

And you haven't wasted a minute. Nikki simply left her phone number and table number at the counter before you got into your car. Dom will retrieve Nikki one's later. Holland family been known from the restaurant, the staff were comprehensive about your leaving without paid the bill. When you arrived at the hospital, the nurses greeted you directly and wasted no time either. You were taken to the operating room without being able to get your boyfriend's support.

☙♥❧

Harry arrived within fifteen minutes of receiving the call from his mother. No doubt he would receive a speeding penalty ticket later. He looked like a madman, mortified by worry. He was a bundle of nerves and sarcasm. Her mother was standing by the reception desk, waiting for her. She looked anxious. Tom was there too, trying to contact their father on his phone. When Dom finally picked up, the oldest Holland brother announced the urgency. Harry was shaking with worry.

"What happened mom?"

"I don't really know, baby. We were at the restaurant and the babies kicked. She went to the bathroom and when she didn't come back, I went after her. That's where she asked me to come into the bathroom and you know the rest. I called you straight after that. " Nikki explained, trying to get the stress out of her.

"Oh my god… where is she now?"

"The medical staff took her for surgery. I had to wait here. I couldn't go with her, baby. I’m so sorry."

"Ok ... Ok, I guess I have to wait here. Hope she's okay. God, please make her be alright."

They all made their way to the operating theater hallway for the public to wait for more information. Tom was still on the phone with his father, explaining that it would be better if he stayed at home with Paddy so as not to overcrowd the waiting room. He promised his father that they would all give news as soon as possible. A nurse in a surgical gown entered ten minutes later.

“Who's the father of miss y/l/n's babies?”

“I am. Harry Holland, I’m the father!” he almost screamed and cried at the same time.

“Come with me”

Nikki stood up cautiously and walked over to the nurse. Harry was ready to follow the nurse without giving any further information to his family.

"Excuse me. Can you give us more information on her condition?" Nikki asked

"Sure. We had an emergency caesarean. The babies are fine but there seem to be some complications with the mother. The surgeon is taking care of her."

"Is she going to be okay?" Harry asked hastily.

"She's losing a lot of blood but we're doing our best. Now please follow me." She said to curly one.

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Harry followed her to the nursery. His heart was pounding in mixed emotions. He was so impatient to meet his babies but at the same time he was worried about you. What if you don't survive from the complications? What was to become of him? Would he be able to live without you? Would he be a good father?

His last question vanished when he saw his two little babies in the incubator. Your twins had arrived about fifteen, almost a month earlier than expected, it was normal that they were in an incubator. Harry was going to have to make sure they put on weight. After filling out a few papers, one of the nurses offered to do some skin-to-skin contact with the twins so that they could get to know the three of them. Harry could not but be impatient with this and once prepared he settled into a seat. He was overcome with emotion, understanding how his parents had felt when Sam and him were born. He completely forgets the time, spending several minutes with his sons, one after the other. Harry knew he would place all his love in the two little beings he had taken turns holding in his arms. He was ready to lift mountains, cross the tides. Part of his mind was on you and he truly hoped he could go through life's trials with you. May your family experience all the times they deserve.

The nurse who had brought him to the nursery go up to him with a half-smile. She was sorry to disturb him during this privileged father-son moment.

"Your ... hm ... miss (y/l/n) is in the recovery room. You can go see her now"

Harry's heart burst with relief. He let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding back. The very new father nodded before placing his son in the nurse's arms so that she could put him back in the incubator. He decided to go find his family who had been waiting too long now. When he entered the waiting room, his mother and brother were still seated. Tom had his elbows on his knees, the phone in his hand. He seemed to be talking to someone. When the actor noticed his brother's presence, he spoke to him.

"Hey mate, Sam's here. Wanna talk to him? What's up? Does y/n's alright? And the twins?"

"Too much question. Give me Sam first!"

But the result was exactly the same. Sam asked the same questions as Tom and Harry winced as he tried to answer consensually.

"Hello to you too, brother. The twins are fine. I swear to God Sam, they look like a mini version of us. Two sons by the way ... y/n is fine, she's in the recovery room, I'm going see her right after that. I wanted to talk to mom and Tom first. "

"Glad to know I'm the last to know." Sam informed sarcastically.

"Hey, I was going to call you but I had to, you know ... go meet my sons. Father's job, it seems."

Sam chuckled behind his phone screen as Harry smirked in a mischievous and petty manner. He ended the call with his twin and turned to his mother and Tom. Nikki made her understand that she had heard, she seemed relieved that you were okay.

"Hey, before I go see y/n ... you want to see your grandsons ... and you, your nephew and godson, asshole."

"Harry, language" said Nikki.

"Of course I want to see my godson, stupid"

"Tom!"

The two brothers smile at each other. Just because one became a father and the other was a movie star, didn't mean they were going to change their ways. It was also their way, both of them, to decompress events. Nikki sighed in annoyance but kept quiet, too happy to meet, even only through a window, her first grandchildren. After a brief walk in front of the nursery, Harry announced that he was going to find you, leaving his family to admire your twins. They seemed so impatient to meet them in person but knew they were going to have to wait while you woke up.

☙♥❧

Harry entered the recovery room and walked over to your bed. You seemed to have already woken up from your artificial sleep. He grabbed your hand to give you the support you needed. A feeling of emptiness was felt in you, your gaze landed on your stomach, flatter than you had seen in recent months. Your eyes widened in panic but the reassuring pressure of Harry's hand drew your attention to him.

"They are fine, my love. They are fine. They are in an incubator in the nursery."

You burst into tears. The emotions being so strong.

"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm sorry ..."

“Hey… hey… you don't have to. You're okay… the twins are okay. And I still love you, I love you more than ever."

"Have you seen them?"

"Yes ... ugly like their father" he joked

You chuckled with a few more tears in your voice. You knew he didn't mean it, but humor was Harry's best way to decompress, and it worked on you too.

"My family is here. You scared the hell out of them. I think Sam was about to order a flight to kick your ass."

You chuckled again. It was so impressive to see the love that reigned in this family. You could never have asked for a better way to build your own family. Harry leaned over to kiss you.

"I love you, y/n. You are my world. you three are my world now"

"I love you more, Harry."

You stayed a few more days before you could get out of the hospital. You had decided to introduce the twins after their own discharge from the hospital. That's why, after almost a month of going back and forth to the nursery, you could finally bring your twins home. So you organized a little visit to Harry's parents.

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The sun was shining on London and you squeezed the doorknob of one of the maxi-cozy, Harry carrying your second son as you opened the door to the Holland family home. You were amazed at the ease with which Harry assumed his role as father. He was doing so well that you fell in love with him again.

"Is there anyone here?" He asked

"We're all in the garden, buddy!" Tom said

"You are obviously in the kitchen, dummy"

"For god's sake, Harry. Come into this fucking garden and let us see the twins!"

You let out a frank laugh as you mentally noted that you were going to have to have a conversation with Harry and his brothers about the vocabulary they were using.

You are therefore entering the garden. You noticed right away that Sam had come all the way from Scotland. Harry must have organized this with him too. You smiled, Nikki rushed over to help you with the change bags and you thanked him.

"So where is my godson?" Tom asked in the same way he did at the FFH premiere when he was looking for Jake Gyllenhal.

"Where's mine?" Sam asked too.

You approached Sam, putting the maxycosy on the table to unbuckle the seat belt and take your son in your arms. Harry was doing the same with your second baby.

"I'm happy to introduce you y/s/n"

"And there's y/s/n(2)." Harry added, so proud.

Everyone raved about the twins as you wipe away a tear, happy and proud. You were so moved by the love that reigned. Harry came to kiss you on the forehead, you closed your eyes, appeased by his gesture. The world could only turn better in his company.

"It's family portrait time!" Nikki said, her camera in her hands. "Tom, please get closer to your brother. Sam, stand next to y / n"

You all followed Nikki's instructions, who couldn't be more than happy to capture this important moment, bringing her work and family life together. You all smiled as you and Harry were in the center of the photo, carrying your twins in your arms. And at that moment, you were sure that your life could not be more beautiful than at this moment.

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More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes. 

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer. 

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August. 

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father. 

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl. 

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house. 

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you. 

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it, 

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips, 

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple, 

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly, 

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh, 

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods, 

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow, 

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod, 

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs, 

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum, 

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods, 

"I like it." 

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand, 

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly, 

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside, 

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again, 

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else, 

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, 

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food." 

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up, 

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side, 

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, 

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing, 

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs, 

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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