#amos in this has my entire heart like look at that man!!!!

[marysong-mp3]

Long Live in Kansas City, via .miagrandebutera

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, bestie! I have a little request for Loki 🥰

"Are you daring me to kiss you?"

“I kind of love you.”

“no underwear? did you plan this?”

Thanks ❤️

Truth or Dare

PAIRING || Best Friend!Loki Laufeyson x Best Friend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words

SUMMARY || When you and Loki play a game of truth or dare, the resulting truths and dares are something you could have only dreamt of, and you're enjoying every second as your dreams of being with your best friend in every way comes true.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Avenger!Reader. Best friends to lovers. Implied smut.

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Bestie, I cannot thank you enough for requesting Loki during this writing challenge! It was a fun one to write, and you have picked the perfect prompts for this. Eu te amo 🤍

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Loki Laufeyson || Summer of Drabbles

"Truth or dare?"

"Hmm, I'm going with... dare, Princess," Loki says, his deep voice making the nickname even sweeter as it slips from the tongue. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin as you look at your best friend, a playful smirk on his lips.

"I dare you to... kiss me," you say softly, almost hoping he didn't hear you asking him for a kiss. Ever since Thor introduced you two, you've wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. Now, you decide to go for it. The worst he can say is no, right?

"Are you daring me to kiss you?" he asks with a raised brow, and the heat on your cheeks only intensifies when you nod. For someone who gets through the most challenging situations without a second thought and saves lives for a living, you're doing an awful job of hiding your anxiety about the situation you've found yourself in.

"C'mere, Princess, I can't kiss you when you're over there," he says as he stretches his hand. You look up at him with a surprised look on your features. He- he wants to kiss you, too?

Before you can think about it for too long, you grab his hand, and he pulls you into his lap, a soft squeal leaving your lips as he does. Loki captures your lips in a gentle, loving way that has your heart beating out of your chest. Your hands rest on his chest, bunching the fabric of his shirt as you get lost in him and his taste.

A soft moan slips out as you open your mouth to give him the entrance he's asking for, and he can feel himself chubbing up in his sweatpants right beneath your undoubtedly soaked core. However, all too soon for your liking, he pulls away, though he keeps you seated on his lap with his hands on your hips.

There's a glimmer in his eyes that heats your cheeks and swirls your stomach with excitement, and then he asks you the same question. Before he asked, you already had your answer ready, hoping he would take the route you had in mind, and you're not in the least disappointed.

"Truth."

"What's a secret you've never told anyone - even me - before, Princess?"

"I—I kind of love you. Not just as a friend, but as... more than a friend, too." Admitting this to the man you're in love with feels like baring your entire soul to the world, but it also feels good. His grip on your hips tightens slightly as he processes what you just said, and once he does, a smirk lightens up his pale skin in a way that makes it look like he's glowing.

"I love you too, Princess. I have never known a love quite like the one I feel for you before, and I know it is true love. Whenever I think about you, my heart wants to leap out of my chest of excitement. My eyes search for you in every room I'm in. And you're the one who is on my mind every time someone asks what I think about," he tells you, his voice angelic as he confesses his love to you, too.

He leans in, but instead of kissing your lips, he places a featherlight one on your left cheek, followed by your right cheek and then your nose. Your eyes slip shut as his softness caresses your skin, and his hands pull you even closer to his body.

"Loki," you whisper, the sound so soft that a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. The way his name falls off your tongue so effortlessly and beautifully has him wishing he could hear it every day for the rest of his life.

"I want you, Princess. I want you in every way, but only if you want me to," he says, and you nod. You want him more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. But most of all, you want to be his.

"I want you, Loki. Make me yours," you whisper against his ear, and he moans softly at your words. He gently lays you on your back, the softness of the sheets beneath something that barely gets through to you as Loki is undressing you.

Layer by layer of clothes disappear, and when he's at your shorts, he pulls them down only to reveal you didn't wear panties today; his cock immediately reacts to the sight in front of him. The way your shorts were practically ruined by your arousal when you were on his lap, and the way you're gushing now that you're this close to being his in every single way.

"No underwear, Princess? Did you plan this?" he asks in a playful tone, and your cheeks heat up at the question as you shake your head. You didn't feel like wearing panties when you came out of the shower, and you didn't even think twice about it when Loki came to visit.

"Hmm, I'm gonna have fun with you tonight, my perfect Princess," Loki says between kisses on your inner thighs, and he makes true to his promise, as he's not letting you go until the following day, once you're both thoroughly fucked out in the best way possible.

Last night has been the best game of truth or dare you have played, and you're looking forward to spending the rest of your life by Loki's side. But now, you're very content in his arms, his lips placing soft kisses on the crown of your head between whispered sweet love confessions.

[helpyourself-9]

Yandere Benjamín Arellano Félix Headcanons (Romantic)

“🔫- nini: Hi guys, I don’t really see many people writing for the hot men in this show and it breaks my heart, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.

“tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, guns, and mentions of murder.

“🔫pairing: yandere!benjamin arellano felix x fem!reader

You and Benjamin have known each other pretty much your guys entire life, growing up with each other and being there for each other through thick and thin.

How can Benjamin not fall in love with you, the person who has been by his and his family side when things get hard but you’ve also been there for all the good times and you just adore and love these people you call family.

With that it comes to show how much you mean to Benjamin, to him you and his family are the only light in his dark world.

When Benjamin realizes his obsession for you which not surprisingly takes a while for him to realize because of how busy he is with the business.

He just has to ask you out that second he just can’t stand not having you to him self any longer.

Imagine the reactions of the Arellano family when they find out that Benjamin FINALLY asked you out.

I can imagine Ramon hitting Benjamin on his shoulder with a big ass smile and telling him “por fin wey”

They truly can not be happier for Benjamin, in their eyes you are the perfect person for him

With that being said Benjamin would be so overprotective when it comes to his amor :(

He has a lot of enemies but he and his family run Tijuana so nothing gets done without him and his family knowing

Back to the him having alot of enemies with him knowing that it makes him paranoid as hell, knowing that you can get hurt or get stolen away from him makes him almost go insane

God help anyone that even says or tries and do something to you, him and his family would go to war for you because they see how much Benjamin loves you :( and they love you too

He’s a family man and he wants to make you his wife as fast as possible but if you want to wait for a bit then he’ll wait for you

Imagine y’all’s wedding 🥹 I’m getting soft just the looks of pure love that he’s giving you

Him telling you “te amo” every second in a soft voice and just being in awe for how beautiful you look

Once everyone knows that you’re his wife he’ll get even more protective of you like he’ll have his most trusted and loyal guards surrounding you always

Also please tell him if your going out he doesn’t have to happy on where your going he just has to know where you are 24/7

Makes him have some sense of control and balance in his chaotic world you’re his mujer, the future mother of his children he needs you to be safe

[heartstringsduet]

Sharing some more fic love on Valentine's. Here's my last Tarlos fic rec list with even more wonderful fic 🥰

If you want to show some love too, please comment on fics you read even if they're 'older'. I promise they make authors' days.💌 And my heart bleeds seeing how some fics get so little love. So here's my new love letter to counter that.

I Swear I Love You (Te Juro Que Te Amo) by @never-blooms S: Noche Buena takes a turn when two exes are forced to reunite. The writing is so lyrical I feel like I'm put on waves at times, gently rocking me. Characters that jump off the screen and TK and Carlos as exes having to pretend to be together still is a trope I never ever grow tired of.

balancing act by @reyesstrand S: A study of TK and Carlos sharing meals and falling in love.  My love for food is only paralleled by my love for words and this fic made me so emotional over both. Seriously can't put into words how beautiful and intricate this story is.

The Gift of You by @sprigsofviolets

S: TK Strand and Carlos Reyes have been happily married for five years. They are their own content, happy family. They weren’t looking to have kids, but when TK delivers a baby on a hard call, their family grows when they least expect it. I can't put into short words how very kind and thoughtful and in-character and heart-warming this fic is.

the square root of sixty nine by @liminalmemories21 S: Five times TK asked for consent, and one time Carlos did. So much depth in these intimate moments and also she proves consent is absolutely hot.

The Space in Between by @decafdino S: TK and Carlos are kidnapped, but they're together. A relationship study of Tarlos. It's embarrassing how much comfort I find in the constant re-read of this pretty angsty fic. But it delivers what it promises. It's a great study of their unwavering love intermixed with snippets of their pasts. The Sting by @goodways

S: Carlos is asked to help the FBI in a sting operation where he has to flirt with another man. His husband has something to say about it. Just one of her absolutely hilarious and sexy stories. Can never get over how much her dialogues sing.

Man to Man by @carlos-in-glasses S: In the aftermath of the house fire, Carlos recalls the night he came out to his parents. What can I say but that I'm obsessed with anything cig writes so I gotta praise the first fic I read of hers? Her entire expansive canon universe is outstanding.

A Helping Hand to Hold You Down by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut S: Things are not as they seem in the loft, and TK's evening will not unfold as he had planned... It's smutty and it's filled with love and it's a great great great portrayal of dom/sub exploration without it running smoothly.

Sustenance by @cinnaluminum S: TK has a rough shift and comes home to Carlos in the kitchen. Absolute mastery of tension and a lingering fight and trying to work it out. I can't stress how much I admire her writing.

come what may, I'll still stay by @strandnreyes

S: Nearly one year into their marriage and TK finds that life looks a little different these days with Carlos working as a detective. A really beautiful study of circumstances changing and growing and love persisting despite pain and grief.

(Un)professional Services by @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland S: The Tarlos Professional Services AU. Two absolutely great writers bringing us work-place fun and sexiness? Uhm, yes please! I love the dialogue, I love how the humor.

[lilyandthegenshinbrainrot]

Leyline Bard Chapter 4 Scene Notes:

However the case that they are here, at least it has allowed them to see the sky in its marvelous glory. They focused their entire being onto the sight, heart and mind slowing as they watched the sunset over the horizon. This is what they fought for. They strengthen their resolve, just in case. “Very well, we’ll speak with Miss Jean Gunnhildr, but not yet.” Cecil turns to Venti, eyes icy, daring him to disagree. “I think that I have been very patient thus far, but now it’s time that I’ve been properly told what exactly has happened to Mondstadt since I died. Moreso, how does the Wind become a god?” How could you? Of the thousands of breezes, why you?  Venti goes still, and not for the first time, Cecil thinks that he looks tired. They feel tired. “Of course, beloved.”

This moment is so important to me, that I feel it's important to break it down publicly with all the notes that go into it. Yknow, before I actually finish writing chapter four, so I guess this is also a sneak peek?

> Nameless Bard has blue eyes in canon, and I call Cecil's icy in this exchange. This is crucially intentional, because of the context of Mondstadt.

Icy eyes are cold. Ice in Mondstadt in unnatural, unrelenting, dangerous, and has always been either personally removed by Barbatos or divinely forced into the nation by Celestia.

Ice in Mondstadt is a sign of divine rage, grief, and power.

Cecil's eyes are icy as they question Venti.

> "I think that I have been very patient thus far,"

This is the culmination of everything that has been building for the past 6k of Cecil being in Mondstadt. This is the anxiety and hesitance and confusion and frustration, coming together as they finally stop and going,

"I have been very understanding and I have allowed Dvalin to dodge my questions, I have allowed you to try your thing. It's my turn now. Explain to me what you are scared to say.”

This is where the fond exasperation is strained into genuine displeasure at the avoidance, because you may notice that they haven't gotten satisfactory answers from either Dvalin or Venti just yet. They are given partial answers or answers to questions that they didn't ask.

But, most importantly, it's Cecil and Venti, not Amos and Decarabian, and so, when they push, Venti relents. 

"Of course, beloved."

And that is also important to Venti's characterization here. Because one thing about Venti is that he is folding immediately. Cecil would never tell him to jump, but Venti is still asking "how high?"

> See: I'm Your Man by Mitski

Venti seeks out mortal companions most of all, as such, the way that I envision the way that he loves is very much the adoration that a young dog will have for their older owner. Specifically because being around the Bard feels like he has been sent back several centuries, when he was still new and naive.

"I miss the days you had the strength to run with me, I miss the days we could play, but you are tired and I love you, I'll sit at your feet until you are strong again."

The Wind returns home, always.

[anosrepasi]

10 Character/10 Fandoms/10 Tags

Tagged by the wonderful @aeide :)

Nil (Horizon Dawn Zero/Forbidden West) - My current obsession I'm rotating around in my mind. What's not to love he's charming in the sense that his most common AU occupation is "Serial Killer." Will he kill you? Depends! Only if you suck, and he promises to never stab you in the back, he wants to look you in the eye if he tries to kill you. But actually, I find him utterly fascinating and in the context of HZD he's just. so nuanced it destroys me. This man has decades of c-ptsd and asks the question of what happens when someone drenched in violence is suddenly expected to stop fighting- the answer is, it takes a lot! I adore him.

Kassandra (AC:Odyssey) - Look the more I think about Kassandra and like the canon quests in that game the more I'm like. They did you wrong, girl. They did you so dirty. SHE JUST WANTS TO GO HOME. IT TAKES DECADES. HER STORY IS A FUSION OF THE ODYSSEY AND THE ILIAD. YOU CAN APPLY THEMES FROM BOTHA ND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. And. And then they say, all thsi you worked so hard for? Well. We have other things we need from you. I am going to chew through my arm.

Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai) - Look. I could link thousand upon thousands words of meta about Mizu and her/they're relationship to gender and existence as a mixed race individual in isolationist Japan. And it still wouldn't capture it all. And past that it's hot person brutally murdering people in absolutely fantastically animated fight scenes.

Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy VII) - Look. He's my original blorbo. I saw 10 minutes of screen time of him in Advent Children and have been insane ever since. I bought and played through Dirge of Cerberus for him. Something about him apparently just imprinted on me as a child, I've been a lost cause ever since.

Xaden Riorson (Fourth Wing/Iron Flame) - These books are still relatively new so I'll hold my tongue since a lot of what I am obsessed with re: him is spoilers but oh my god. oh. my. god. buddy.

Axel (Kingdom Hearts) - Also an original blorbo from childhood, imprinted on him like a baby duck. His death in KH2 made me bawl. His entire storyline makes me sob, he's the reason why every single aspect of Roxas' story was a gut punch cause like. The best way to make people care about characters is give them someone who loves them then make it sad.

Charles Milton Porter (Bioshock 2: Minerva's Den) - Look. This dude's DLC made me cry. big cry. I still kinda get choked up when i think about it for a while. it's about the grief.

Kena: Bridge of Spirits - I can't choose a characters from this, so I just advise everyone to play this game. It's so good. You're going to be emotionally devastated. It's also about grief. Every character in this game is so so good and you will feel things.

Joe Miller (The Expanse) - He was not the first but he was my defining love of shitty noir space detectives. I loved him from when he was introduced to when he left the series and my love was rewarded so much. Holden and Amos were the runner up characters for this fandom.

Death (The Book Thief) - I read the book thief for the first time in 7th grade I think? Every day of my life since them on my commute to work or when on break I look at the sky and think about how Death would describe the taste of the colors. This book irrecoverably changed me from the day I read it and firmly cemented this Death as the death i hope is there at the end of everything, i love this version of it so much. This death is like. look. go read the book if you haven't had the opportunity.

Tagging for anyone who wants to do it: @ongreenergrasses @lobstermatriarch @airmidcelt @tirsynni @aevallare @duesternis @salsedine @avelera @thehoundkeeper @green-nbean

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Yes, He Really Does Hold Your Life and Your Future in His Hands

by Kevin DeYoung

Q. What do you understand by the providence of God?

A. Providence is the almighty and ever present power of God by which he upholds, as with his hand, heaven and earth and all creatures, and so rules them that lead and blade, rain and drought, fruitful and lean years, food and drink, health and sickness, prosperity and poverty—all things, in fact, come to us not by chance but from his fatherly hand (Heidelberg Catechism Q/A 27).

This is my favorite Lord’s Day in the entire Catechism. I absolutely love its poetic description of providence. ”Sovereignty” is the word we hear more often. That’s a good word too. But if people run out of the room crying whenever you talk to them about sovereignty, try using the word “providence.” For some people God’s sovereignty sounds like nothing but raw, capricious power: “God has absolute power over all things and you better get used to it.” That kind of thing. And that definition is true in a sense, but divine sovereignty, we must never forget, is sovereignty-for-us. As Eric Liddel’s dad remarked in Chariots of Fire, God may be a dictator, but “Aye, he is a benign, loving dictator.”

Coming to grips with God’s all-encompassing providence requires a massive shift in how we look at the world. It requires changing our vantage point—from seeing the cosmos as a place where man rules and God responds, to beholding a universe where God creates and constantly controls with sovereign love and providential power.

The definition of providence in the Catechism is stunning. All things, yes all things, come to us not by chance but from his fatherly hand.” I will sometimes ask seminary students being examined for ordination, “How would the Heidelberg Catechism, particularly Lord’s Day 10, help you minister to someone who lost a limb in Afghanistan or just lost a job or just lost a child.” I am usually disappointed to hear students who should be affirming the confessions of their denomination shy away from Heidelberg’s strong, biblical language about providence. Like most of us, the students are much more at ease using passive language about God’s permissive will or comfortable generalities about God being “in control” than they are about stating precisely and confidently to those in the midst of suffering “this has come from God’s fatherly hand.” And yet, that’s what the Catechism teaches.

And more importantly, so does the Bible.

To be sure, God’s providence is not an excuse to act foolishly or sinfully. Herod and Pontius Pilate, though they did what God had planned beforehand, were still wicked conspirators (Acts 4:25-28). The Bible affirms human responsibility.

But the Bible also affirms, much more massively and frequently than some imagine, God’s power and authority over all things. The nations are under God’s control (Psalm 2:1-4; 33:10), as is nature (Mark 4:41; Psalm 135:7; 147:18; 148:8), and animals (2 Kings 17:25; Dan. 6:22;Matt. 10:29). God is sovereign over Satan and evil spirits (Matt. 4:10; 2 Cor. 12:7-8; Mark 1:27). God uses wicked people for his plans—not just in a “bringing good out of evil” sort of way, but in an active, intentional, “this was God’s plan from the get-go” sort of way (Job 12:16; John 19:11; Gen. 45:8; Luke 22:22; Acts 4:27-28). God hardens hearts (Ex. 14:17;Josh. 11:20; Rom. 9:18). God sends trouble and calamity (Judg. 9:23; 1 Sam. 1:5; 16:14; 2 Sam. 24:1; 1 Kings 22:20-23; Isa. 45:6-7; 53:10; Amos 3:6; Ruth 1:20; Eccl. 7:14). God even puts to death (1 Sam. 2:6, 25; 2 Sam 12:15; 2 Chr. 10:4, 14; Deut. 32:39). God does what he pleases and his purposes cannot be thwarted (Isa. 46:9-10; Dan. 4:34-35). In short, God guides all our steps and works all things after the counsel of his will (Prov. 16:33; 20:24; 21:2; Jer. 10:23; Psalm 139:16; Rom. 8:21; Eph. 1:11).

It’s worth noting that Lord’s Day 10 is explaining what the Apostles’ Creed means when it says, “I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.” If God is the creator of all things and truly almighty, then he must continue to be almighty over all that he has created. And if God is a Father, then surely he exercises his authority over his creation and creatures for the good of his beloved children. Providence is nothing more than a belief in “God the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth” brought to bear on our present blessings and troubles and buoying our hope into the future.

You can look at providence through the lens of human autonomy and our idolatrous notions of freedom and see a mean God moving tsunamis and kings like chess pieces in some kind of perverse divine play-time. Or you can look at providence through the lens of Scripture and see a loving God counting the hairs on our heads and directing the sparrows in the sky so that we might live life unafraid. “What else can we wish for ourselves,” Calvin wrote, “if not even one hair can fall from our head without his will?” There are no accidents in your life. Nothing has been left to chance. Every economic downturn, every phone call in the middle of the night, every oncology report has been sent to us from the God who sees all things, plans all things, and loves us more than we know.

As children of our Heavenly Father, divine providence is always for us and never against us. Joseph’s imprisonment seemed pointless, but it makes sense now. Slavery in Egypt makes sense now. Killing the Messiah makes sense now. Whatever difficulty or unknown you may be facing today, it will make sense someday–if not in this life, then certainly in the next.

We all have moments where we fear what the future may hold. But such fears are misplaced if we know the one who holds the future. The fact of the matter is all my worries may come true, but God will never be untrue to me. He will always lead me, always listen to me, and always love me in Christ. God moves in mysterious ways; we may not always understand why life is what it is. But we can face the future unafraid because we know that nothing moves, however mysterious, except by the hand of that great Unmoved Mover who moves all and is moved by none, and that this Mover is not an impersonal force but the God who is my Father in heaven.

[rocicrew]

wip/draft i never posted number idk continuation of the anthology of caring

*

There are things that come in between. Like ‘tell me you're okay’ and those lonely nights in her bunk that stop being lonely. But now the roles are reversed and the auto-doc is around her arm.

“You're fussing,” she says exasperatedly even though she can still smell the stench of blood coating her nose. 

He only gives her one look in return, with furrowed brows and pained eyes, before pressing the same buttons again as if that'll make the machine work faster. It'd be endearing if it weren't so damn annoying.

She has trouble associating this man with the asshole second officer, she remembers him being on the Cant.  

“I'm fine. Stop acting like this is my first high g burn,” completely ignoring how 15 gs isn’t their daily burn.

“Naomi…” he begins but whatever he’s going to say falls on his lips. 

Because he made the call because the high burn would kill them all but her first, while they almost futilely chased after Eros. Now with the catastrophe averted, everything becomes clearer.

He fails to remember though, that she called him Captain. That was the very first time she did. A part of her is scared at how she gave up control and gave him permission to make that call for her. It's not trust yet. Not the fundamental, unconditional trust they'd have to have for Naomi to feel safe for that. If she ever will be.

But it's not about him either. It's solely the fact that she couldn't let any more people die after the number of souls she carries in her conscience. She'd be okay with dying if it meant Eros wouldn't take more souls with it. If it meant the echoes of her people still inside the asteroid would get some peace.

They didn't have to though. Eros crashed into Venus and the check-up after is just to be cautious. 

“Go. Open the bottle with the guys in the galley. I only have a few more minutes left.”

He doesn’t object, which is a surprise. He does, however, brush his lips on her forehead before exiting the med bay.

He might not know it yet, but giving her space is one way, perhaps the most important way, to take care of her.

It’s much later that he holds her close, getting lost in the lingering taste of ganymede gin and each other. 

*

The next time is far more short-lived. 

It’s Amos that helps her move Holden into the med bay, and her heart nearly stops when she sees the even more profound paleness of his face and the contrast of his now purple leg.

She’s securing the auto-doc around his arm, making sure the small machine filters out his blood and supplies him with painkillers as Amos attaches the cuff around his leg.

Naomi’s only noticing Alex’s entered the room and Prax is hovering by the door when she’s picking up a cloth to wipe away the residue of sweat that’s pooled on his forehead.

“He’ll be alright,” she forces herself to speak past the lump in her throat to inform the group and shushing him gently when he unconsciously whimpers from the pain.

From this, he will. From the words, she needs to say to him after, she’s not as sure. But despite the fear sitting like a stone in her stomach, he deserves the truth. They all deserve the truth. Even if she loses them for good.

*

It feels like an eternity since they’re back on the ship together. 

Naomi finds him in their cabin, taking off the excess jacket while the harness and additional gear were already discarded in a corner when he stumbles. Badly.

She crosses her distance fast, gripping his forearms to steady him. 

“Are you okay?” She can’t help the worry coating her voice. She wasn’t down there, couldn’t be down there to help him, and despite how much he said he felt better that she wasn’t, it doesn’t make her feel any better about it.

All she gets is a sheepish smile in return, looking at her with the same loving expression she’s grown to love even when it feels like too much.

“Mhmm, I’m just tired. I’ve been awake for something like three, maybe more, days now. I’m not entirely sure.”

“Jim-” she exclaims. “You need a shower and to lay down as soon as possible,” Naomi continues with a tone that doesn’t leave much room for arguing. “And to take care of this cut on your neck, wherever it is from.”

“A bullet. ‘M lucky Murtry missed,” He speaks, describing it as if it was just a paper cut.

“A bul- Jim!” 

Pashang, this man will be the death of her.

“I’m okay. Besides, I don’t think I can stay standing long enough for a shower without a cup of coffee. And Avasarala will want a report…”

So much for not arguing. He was lucky she was so relieved that he was back on the ship, in mostly one piece, that she was willing to compromise.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to sit right here and let me clean your wound. And then, we’re going to get you a cup of coffee, some food, and as soon as you’re done with your report, shower, and bed.”

He doesn’t seem to argue with that, content to be led to the chair they had by the desk and finish shrugging off his jacket in the time it takes her to get the first aid kit from one of their cabinets. Naomi takes a hold of his jaw, tilting it slightly to the side to inspect the damage. The area the bullet graced is long but not deep even though it has coated his neck with blood. She tries not to think about what could have happened if the bullet had caught but her movements falter as she cleans the area. 

Jim notices. Sleep-deprived, exhausted, hurt Jim notices. And it’s times like this that make her even angrier he’s not extending the same worry to himself. She doesn’t have the time to comment on it because his hands settling on her waist and his thumbs move back and forth on her skin. “I’m okay,” he repeats and tugs her closer, pulling her on his lap. She can’t resend the closeness after spending so much time separated, talking only briefly through their hand terminals. 

Her hold on his face remains as she continues to clean his neck only now taking brief glances at his face. His eyes are shut, face relaxed, trusting her completely. Or he’s really tired which still has the same effect. He only winces when she sprays antiseptic over the wound.

“Sorry, I’m nearly done,” Naomi whispers and brushes his jaw in consolation.

“‘S alright,” he sighs deeply but doesn’t make any further complaints.

Thankfully, the desk is close enough that she can reach the first aid kit without moving from their position. 

“There, all done,” she says after spraying the final spray over the wound and watching it form an almost transparent bandage over it. 

At that moment, Holden pulls her even closer, burying his head in her chest. She knows she should be urging him to get up because the faster he finishes with the report, the faster he's going to get some rest. But she can’t bring herself to pull away from him. Not after spending so much time apart and not after he nearly wasn't able to make his promise of coming back to her true. 

Instead, she also wraps her arms around his shoulders and lets her head fall, her nose brushing at his hairline. She can feel him huffing at the contact, and exhale a breath on her skin as a protest. 

“No, don’t do that honey. I really need that shower you mentioned,” Jim whines, slightly dragging the vowel of no and scrunching up his nose.

“Really? I couldn't tell,” she teases, pulling slightly at the hair on the base of his neck.

And then suddenly, she yelpes squirming on his lap, “Jim!”

He'd used his hands on her side to tickle her as a rebuttal for her jest.

“Hey, play nice,” she says  and although she tries to be serious, she speaks in the midst of laughter. 

“Always,” Jim whispers and presses a kiss on her sternum, right in the middle of her tattoo, as an apology.

“I think it's time we go get that coffee and food I promised, now that you're feeling more… awake.” 

And to show she accepts his apology, she leans down capturing his lips in an open kiss, caring only that he was now back in her arms finally, after all that time.

“Mhmm, that sounds great right now.”

*

She’s not sure if she’s ever felt this bad. A few times come close, but her entire body feels uncharacteristically weak.

The sounds that escape her feel distant as if they’re coming from someone else and she has no energy to locate the source.

It’s her, her whines and whimpers every time the synthetic fabric touches one of her burns, or she has to raise one of her limbs to help take it off as Holden attempts to peel the suit off her hurt body. 

Naomi manages to focus only after she’s been put into one of the Roci’s medical gowns and her arm is hooked on an auto doc. Holden’s attention is absorbed by the readings of the machine and making sure she’s comfortable with the addition of a blanket now stretched over her.

“Hi,” she whispers with a rasp in her voice.

Holden’s eyes widen and then crinkle at the corner as he exhales. In relief or concern, she’s not quite sure. Usually, she could distinguish between the two, but she can’t spare the energy for that. Maybe there’s a percentage of both.

“Hey…” he greets back leaning forward and just the familiar timber is enough to bring her comfort. The hand he reaches to stroke her hair gets a satisfied sigh from her this time. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” 

It’s not an adequate response. Everything is better than what she’d just been through. But there’s something else she means. Better now that I’m on the Roci. Better now that you’re here.

She ignores the guilt that comes with that. Because Alex is far far away from better and it’s all on her. She can deal with that when even keeping her eyelids open won’t require such a tremendous effort.

There’s so much to say between them. About everything that happened, how much she missed him, how much she loves him. Everything becomes clearer when you come so close to losing something for good. 

But what stretches between them is silence. Not the uncomfortable kind though, quite the opposite. It’s the one where you gain so much from the other’s presence that you don’t need words. They’ll be time for talking later.

Simply being in the same room again is a comfort. After they nearly lost this on too many occasions. 

“I think I prefer it when I’m the one hooked up to the auto-doc,” Holden mumbles. 

Naomi huffs, as close to laughter as she can get in her state.

“I don’t.” 

She’s not sure why that gets a smile out of him but Naomi won’t question it. It’s a welcomed change in the grim atmosphere.

“Yeah… okay, that’s fair.” 

The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, but he’s regarding her with a deep expression. Maybe it’s now he realizes what she feels every time their roles are reversed or maybe he’s just worried, trying to take in how she looks and how she feels. Either way, she’s too tired to make a distinction.

“Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll stay right here,” Holden suggests as he takes a seat next to her, picking up the hand that’s not connected to the auto-doc and bringing it to his lips. 

Her head rolls towards him as her eyelids start to droop again, letting the barely-there touch on her swollen hand and feather-light kiss lull her to sleep. Her exhaustion and the meds being pumped into her body speeding up the process.

It’s enough to make her feel safe. Safer in a way that she hadn’t felt still she left Tycho, maybe even longer. 

[valpogossip]

VALPOGOSSIP TEACAP: FEBRUARY 2024

You lot sure have be busy the last few months. If I was of lesser mind or simply someone with something better to do, I would have resigned myself to my silence and let you all carry on. But business pays. And unfortunately for you, it's yours that pays me, and you're all not going to believe this.

Resident weirdo Drew Crane up and abandons his life in New York to follow everyone's sleep paralysis demon Luna Dominguez-Herrera after she ( rightfully ? ) dumped him. He claims it was because he was tricked by the leader of the unemployed, Rafael Cisneros. But Rafa couldn't talk himself out of charges, I doubt he's convincing anyone of anything. But don't worry Drew, you're not the only one who came to Chile in the pursuits of love but you do seem to be the only one who was successful. Congrats ( ? ) on winning ( ? ) Wednesday back even if you got kicked out of the apartment in the process !

The same can't be said for Nikhil Hari. Rumor has it he was catfished? I'm not buying it. Just like Drew, I think it's a fabricated story he put together to get our resident it girl, Carmen Hernandez, to not be weirded out by his showing up in her new city. Though, when it comes to girls who look like Carmen, who can fault him for being willing to cross seas, mountains, and rivers to be with her. Then, of course, maybe there's someone else who may be seeing this as well.

Omar Osei seemingly leaves his apartment for the first time in his life I guess ? This sighting was pretty week, but considering the man never has any sightings because he's a hermit who doesn't stop outside his apartment, ever, we think there's some merit in the dancing showcase him and Carmen shared. Thank god too, there had to be something beyond that DND group.

Moving on, Omar isn't the only hermit finally making his way out of the house. Gabriel Naisanga is also making his rounds ( and we do me around and around ) with Kala Kannan. The two of them fight more than Lin Wickwar only there are no winners here. And no. Not even me. It seems all Gabriel has to do is breathe oddly and Kala is ready to start a fight. I guess we can't entirely blame the girl, how long does one need to get over a wife ? We all want love don't we ? However, we do find it interesting that while Gabriel is currently only romantically ( ? ) involved with Kala ( a shame, sharing is caring ); he's not the only one she's romantically ( ? ) involved with ( good for her ! ).

Rumor wheel has it that she and Leon Amos hooked up rather quickly ( no shame ) upon his arrival. According to Leon, it doesn't take long at all to get over a wife ? fiance ? What does it matter, he learned the cardinal rule the fastest way to get over one person is to get under someone else ! And we support him on this journey. Though, maybe the journey can conclude its side quests of giving Drew weed brownies ? Just a thought. Perhaps these two were just a one and done, only time will tell. But I've heard reports the Kala has her eye set on another ( and no, it's not Gabriel ).

Adem Kartal, our beloved father. While Kala seems to be shooting heart eyes to him, sources say he's shooting heart eyes at Sariyah Carter. Guess you can claim not to be best friends as much as you want, but the similarities will always remain. Though, I guess if you ask Sariyah, she doesn't think Kala ever thought of her as a friend. Guess Sariyah can hold a grudge. They always said nothing hurts like a best friend break up, but everyone needs their best friend.

Luna and Carmen would know best, as Carmen came to swift conclusion that Jelena Lucas was after their boyfriend ( ? ) The more delusional the friends the more powerful the friendship.

Suppose Arlo Hwang would know a little bit about that as well. Using the time while his roommate, Alba Ocha, was out drooling and/or moping about their ex, Milani Lennox, he snuck Jamie Sokolov in to live with the two of them. Talk about Threes A Company.

That's all I have for now. It's not enough for me personally, so I'm advocating for you all to do even more ! Don't think you're safe just because you weren't mentioned. To Kaia, Manu, Marisa, Charlie, Aviva, Nora, Ravneer, Victor, Askel, Minnie, Itzel, Matty, Esteban, Aivryn, Leia, and Sofia; we're all still watching.

[isaiah118]

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts - YHVH Sabaoth - the most majestic of all of God's names

“He who forms the mountains, who creates the wind, and who reveals His thoughts to mankind, who turns dawn to darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth— YHVH Elohim Sabaoth is His name.”  (Amos 4:13)

SHALOM;

God has many titles and names depending on how He reveals and expresses Himself.

In this article, we will focus on one of the most encompassing of all the names of God —YHVH Sabaoth.

YHVH is God's personal name.

By pairing YHVH with the Hebrew word Sabaoth, we get a title that is often translated as LORD of Hosts or LORD of Armies.  But those titles are so limiting in contrast to the true significance of this name.

What is Sabaoth?

Sabaoth is the feminine form of the Hebrew word tsaba, which means army, war or warfare. 

In fact, the Israeli military calls itself Tzva Haganah Le'Yisrael (literally, Israel Defense Army).

Yet, tsaba is often used in the Hebrew Scriptures not to refer to a military army but a “vast array” or “host” of resources available to the infinite God of the Universe.

The first time we see the word tsaba is in the completion of Creation.

“Thus the heavens and the earth were completed, and all their hosts [seba’am].”  (Genesis 2:1)

Here and in other Scriptures, the masculine form of tsaba refers to the entire universe and all of God’s perfect creation on earth.  He made it.  He is Lord over all of it:  lightning and wind, sun and moon, man and woman, animals and plants.  Everything!

Now, imagine the result when we combine tsaba with the personal name of God, YHVH—we get a name that gives us a glimpse into how marvellously Almighty and all powerful He truly is.

Let’s look at God’s majesty through His name and title:  YHVH Sabaoth.

The God of Infinite Resources

“Restore us, O YHVH Elohim Sabaoth (O LORD God Sabaoth)! Let your face shine, that we may be saved!”  (Psalm 80:19)

The name YHVH Sabaoth is used 235 times in the Bible.

We first see it in a desperate prayer by a barren woman opening her heart before God and begging for a child.  She pleads with YHVH Sabaoth out of anguish and great anxiety, calling upon a God of greatness and supreme power.

Hannah prays, “O LORD of hosts [YHVH Sabaoth], if you will indeed look on the affliction of your servant and remember me and not forget your servant, but will give to your servant a son, …for all along I have been speaking out of my great anxiety and vexation.”  (1 Samuel 1:11, 16)

Hannah is facing one of those monumental obstacles in life that is beyond her power to overcome.  She is filled with unspeakable despair, which threatens to overcome her.

This story of Hannah’s prayer is all the more meaningful when we consider the surrounding cultures of her time.

Gentile peoples throughout the Middle East had specific gods, or names of gods, for specific requests:  a fertility god for pregnancy, a war god for military conquests, or a god of harvest for agricultural needs, for example.

Whether or not Hannah knew of these gods, she calls out to the One True God as YHVH Sabaoth for her fertility request.

Hannah does not need an army or a military victory.

She needs the Comforter who soothes her tormented soul.

She needs a God who defends her and will remove her shame in the community because she is barren.  At that time, not having children was a sign of being cursed or a sinner.

She needs the Creator who established the universe and brings life into being.

She needs an enormous Savior for a predicament humanly insurmountable.

She found all of this in YHVH Sabaoth at the birth of her son Samuel.

There Is Power in the Name and Authority of YHVH Sabaoth

While YHVH Sabaoth can be seen as an intimate God who is with us in the details of our human experience (like Hannah in her plight of barrenness), He is also a warrior God who commands armies on behalf of His People.

Imagine someone trying to fight against God!  Yet, someone did—Goliath of the Philistine army.

“I defy the armies [maarakah] of Israel,” said Goliath with weapons in hand, ready for tsaba (warfare).

David responds, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD of Hosts—YHVH Sabaoth—the God of the armies [maarakah] of Israel, whom you have defied.”  (1 Samuel 17:10, 45)

While Goliath openly defies the greatness of Israel’s armies, David reminds him that he is coming in the name of the God of Israel’s armies; and in doing so, the will of God to defeat the giant Goliath is accomplished.

Holiness in the Presence of YHVH Sabaoth

In the face of such greatness is holiness, unlike any king or military commander on earth can ever expect to possess. 

Moses appointed Joshua to lead the Israelites across the Jordan River and possess the Promised Land.  Just before taking Jericho, a man appeared to him.

Joshua asks this man, “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

He replies with his sword drawn that he is “commander [sar] of the army [tsaba] of the Lord.”  (Joshua 5:13–14)

This man is clearly the chief leader of a military unit of power under the authority of YHVH.

And with such greatness, he commands Joshua, "Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy."  (Joshua 5:15)

Holiness envelops God’s presence.  In Heaven, for instance, the seraphim who surround our King on His throne are consumed with His holiness, proclaiming,

“Holy, holy, holy is YHVH Sabaoth; the whole earth is full of His glory.” (Isaiah 6:3)

We are to keep His holiness at the forefront of our thoughts.

Too often, we judge how good or holy we are based on the “bad behavior” of those around us.

When we take our eyes off YHVH Sabaoth, we forget that He is sitting on His throne in Heaven as the true standard bearer, and we are to live our lives according to what He considers to be good behavior.

As we look at the holiness of YHVH Sabaoth, we cannot help but be consumed with the reality of how much we fall short of His standards.

Like Isaiah, we might cry out, "Woe to me! … I am ruined!  For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, YHVH Sabaoth."  (Isaiah 6:5)

When YHVH sees a heart sincerely humbled before Him, seeking to return to His standards, He removes our guilt and commissions us to move forward in His service.

In Isaiah’s case, one of the seraphim (angels) touched his lips with a live hot coal and said, “Your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”

Then the Lord said, “Whom shall I send?  And who will go for us?”

Isaiah responded,“Here am I.  Send me!”  (Isaiah 6:6–8)

The Master of the Universe is still looking for humbled people who will answer the call to do His Kingdom work according to Kingdom principles that are assigned by YHVH Sabaoth Himself.

"Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above."  (James 1:17)

How do we respond to His call?

Like Hannah, we are to pray.  He will answer according to His will.

Like David, we are to call upon His authority against enemies of His Kingdom.

Like Joshua, we are to acknowledge and show respect for His holiness.

And like Isaiah, we are to go into our workplaces, communities, and families as humbled, forgiven ambassadors of YHVH Sabaoth, spreading the Good News of the Kingdom of God—first to the Jew and then the Gentile.

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"   (Isaiah 52:7)

[teamironmanforever]

HIGHLIGHT TRANSLATION OF THE SPANISH DUB ACTOR GUILLERMO ROJAS

Guillermo Rojas - Spanish Dubbing actor for Dean since season 12 until 15x18 (he contracted Covid and was unable to record 15x19 or 15x20 - he has yet to record those) 

INTERVIEWER: “Memo (nickname for Guillermo), I am not sure if you knew, but you broke the internet” 

MEMO: “Yes, a lot of people sought me out when this happened. I am so sorry I wasn’t able to answer at length all of your questions, but I was right in the middle of dealing with Covid. I couldn’t speak without feeling like I was drowning. Right now I am going to (voice) therapy. While it is not too dreary, there are 2 continued effects, so I couldn’t answer everyone who contacted me through various ways - through FB, instagram and an old youtube channel that I haven’t used in years - with respect to the situation that occurred between Dean and his friend (Cas). 

MEMO: “We try to follow (our lines) in what we see of the acting. Remember that dubbing is something where we must make a parallel alignment in our own language. Under the guidelines given to us by the client, we try to expand on all possibilities and all the alignments and - as actors - they permit us to give 100% of ourselves. So there isn’t a limit per se, so long as you don’t go off track (from what was requested from the client)” 

INTERVIEWER: “What were the guidelines for the line that broke the internet” 

MEMO: “It’s curious because neither the director nor us the actors knew much about the tendency that existed. Because we didn’t have much previous information that suggested that something like this would happen. To be honest when we recorded it, we were asking wait what’s happening? I mean we did it, but no one knew this was coming neither in the production studio nor amongst the actors.” 

INTERVIEWER “I need to ask for a clarification here. I mean we are talking about the love declaration Cas made to Dean after 12 years of intense eye-contact. But the big question is Dean’s answer. Because EVERYONE heard in your voice that clear “And I you, Cas”

MEMO “And I you, yes.” 

INTERVIEWER “Where does that “And I you” come from? Was it you? What happened there?” 

“The adaptation came entirely from my director (Adrian Fogarty). He adapted it and gave us our acting guidelines, and I performed accordingly - I gave what he asked of me. We all loved it. We never saw it coming so overtly.... If you remember across all seasons, we rarely see Dean get involved with any women. It just didn’t happen, unlike his brother. He just never got involved. It wasn’t his thing, especially because we have his brother to compare him to. We saw (Sam) in a relationship in the past 2 seasons with Eileen which was a very intense relationship, and very painful in the end. Dean never had to suffer through that. They tied Dean’s pain to the loss of his mother since he lost her more than once.” 

FB question: “So It wasn’t a rogue translator, it was a rogue director”

MEMO: “Look, Fogarty has some really intense abilities and one of them is to adapt the dialogue. When you see him translate a script, when he has the time to do it - even when he is not the one directing - and he leaves it in Spanish. The dialogue said, if I remember correctly, “me too” or something like that and then we switched it to “and I you” due to effects of lip movement, rhythm, etc... We don’t all have the ability that Fogarty has, that speed which he has, to think and translate immediately. We are a team and we work together, and pool our collective abilities, and of course Fogarty does his part. You need a Fogarty in every company.” 

(The interviewer mentioned that her cat hates Sam Winchester and loves dubbed Dean’s voice). 

INTERVIEWER “Do you know what Dean said in the original script before Fogarty got his hands on it?”

“Yes, of course. It made allusions to that. (Fogarty) made the right translation. It said and so do I or me too or something like that. It said it in the (original) script.” 

INTERVIEWER: “When you heard the english version while you recorded yours, did you hear Dean say I love you too?” 

MEMO: “No. If I would have, I would have taken the earphone out and gone what the fuck? *laughs*” 

INTERVIEWER: “What was your favorite episode to film?” 

MEMO: “With my short-term memory, I would say this last one (15x18), because it says so much. In one scene, it says it all. It was impressive, and so beautiful. I never saw it coming.” 

Interviewer “Well you have broken tumblr again.” 

MEMO: “Okay *Laughs*. Well, that’s good. Thank you very much.” 

MEMO: “I think it’s clear to everyone that the fact that he (fogarty?) broke the internet, with this information was a surprise for everyone. Absolutely everyone. Because we all say that if someone wants to be a “real man” we have to be like Dean. In fact it’s something very beautiful for me because it has nothing to do with gender and everything to do with feelings. It was a play by the writers that was marvelous. You didn’t see it coming, but damn do you like it.” 

MEMO: “Nothing was left out of the translation... No I was not called to re-record the “and I you”. I have not been asked to remake the dubbing. My director perfectly understood the texture of the text.” 

INTERVIEWER “Do you know if Supernatural has a quality review for the dubbing through Warner Bros?” 

MEMO: “I would be lying to you if I said yes, but I have been working for WB (LatAM) for many years as both an actor and director. And there is some specific material where they do have “filters”, but with something like supernatural I doubt it. I would assume the one left in charge of all decisions was our director (Fogarty).” 

INTERVIEWER “Have you been interpreting Dean as in love with Castiel this entire time or was it a surprise for you?” 

MEMO: “No, never, it was a surprise. In fact, to be entirely honest, to my closest friends - of the same gender - I do use the phrase “te amo”. I don’t have any issues with that. So I actually thought it went that way - but then I found out it was romantic.” 

INTERVIEWER: “Guillermo, what is your opinion, of destiel now that you know the nature of their relationship.” 

“Well it was a revelation for everyone - including me. I love how they handled it because we didn’t see it coming. And I think, of our understanding of the character’s traits and psychology, we know that if someone knows how to repress their feelings, it’s Dean Winchester. *laughs*” 

INTERVIEWER: “What would you say to Cas if he came back from the empty?” 

MEMO: “He came back?! (he hasn’t seen 15x19 or x20)

INTERVIEWER: “No I am saying what would he say IF he did” 

MEMO: “Oh, okay. I was under the assumption that I said I loved him so long as he wasn’t planning on coming back! *laughs* Well if he returns I guess I would say “Hello, Cas”.  

INTERVIEWER: *Tells MEMO about the not for nothing cas but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” 

MEMO: OKAAAAY *laughs* That was too much. *laughs* 

INTERVIEWER: Would you be this fandom’s Godfather? 

MEMO: But of course *smiles* This was a big thing, from what I see. 

INTERVIEWER: “What message would you give to the fans who are descovering the spanish dub?” 

“first, thanks a lot of being part of the mexican dubbing. We do this job with all the heart and all the passion that we have. And I think I speak for all involved in this industry. We are glad to note that there are so many people from other countries that are watching these new projects in another language. So I have no words but thanks a lot.” 

INTERVIWER: “What would be your ideal ending for Dean Winchester” 

MEMO “I think, for all of them, they have sacrificed their lives and that of their loved ones for the safety and well being of everyone else. I think if anyone deserves to be well, happy, and calm, at least it’s those three (Sam, Cas, and Dean).” 

INTERVIEWER: “What about jack?” 

MEMO “Jack did attach himself to them, but I think he could find happiness in another nest.” *laughs* 

[kenzie30david]

We Already Knew

Pairing: Bishop x Reader

Summary: You and Bishop have been sneaking around until one day when you get hurt and everything is out in the open. 

You wake up feeling the light coming in through the curtains. You were optimistic as you turn hoping to find your man still in bed beside you. But like most other mornings he isn’t there but he leaves a note for you on his pillow. Good morning mi amor, sorry I had to leave early but I’ll make it up to you tonight. Have an amazing day. Te amo con todo mi corazon. Bishop. A small smile made its way to your face as you read the note. Deciding you needed to start your day, you slowly make your way out of bed and over to your closet. While deciding what to wear you see one of Bishop’s shirts on a chair. Without thinking twice you slide it on, your nose instantly filling with his sent. It makes you relax instantly. You finish getting ready before picking up your phone and calling your man. After two rings he answers “Hello querida.” Your cheeks turn pink, and you thank the lord that he can’t see your face. “Hey my rey, I was just calling to see if you needed anything?” Before he responds you hear a voice on the other end, “We want burgers” You and Bishop chuckle at the same time. “Alright, so I’ll bring you guys some burgers. I’ll be there soon. I love you.” Knowing he has to be careful with his words Bishop responds “You too” Smiling you put your phone in your back pocket, grab your wallet and keys, and head to your car. You head over to the burger place not far from the scrap yard. As you go to pull into the parking lot all of a sudden you hear tires screeching, and the next thing you know there’s a car slamming into yours and everything goes dark It had been too long since you had told Bishop you were coming and you still weren’t here. Before Bishop had the chance to call you his phone rang. He saw it was you and picked up instantly. “Hey Y/N you close mi amor?” “Hi, is this Bishop Losa?” Caught off guard by the question BIshop clears his throat before responding. “Yes, this is he, who is this?” Concern was evident in his voice so the rest of the crew turned to look at him. “This is Dr. Thomas El Centro Regional Medical Center. Y/N has been in an accident.” Bishop quickly rose to his feet as his heart started to race. “Is she okay? What the hell happened?” Now the entire MC was on alert because he had gotten louder. “She was in a car accident, her arm is broken and she will have a couple bruises but other than that she is going to be okay.” Bishop somewhat sighed hearing that you were going to be okay. “Alight, I’ll be there soon.” Quickly hanging up he grabbed his keys and headed to the door. “Yo, Bish you good” Angel asked while they followed him outside. “Y/N was in an accident and she is in the hospital I have to go.” They all looked at one another not sure as to why their president was as upset as he was but they all got on their bikes and followed him to the hospital. Y/N is laying in her bed watching some tv before her door slams open scaring her. Before she has a chance to react there is a body on hers. Realizing its Bishop, she relaxes instantly and starts to cry. It’s only when they pull apart that she sees that he is crying too. “Oh my vida, I’m so glad you’re okay” You smile at him before answering, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Bishop chuckles to himself and without saying anything he puts a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck and pulls her to him. After a minute the two of you hear “Pay up EZ” You both pull away and look at the doorway. You see a smirking Angel and a shocked EZ. “Sorry Prez, but it was so obvious by the way that you looked at one another. We’ve known for a while we just wanted you to be the ones to tell us.” Smiling the rest of the MC enter your room telling you that they’re glad you’re okay and that it’s about damn time you and Bishop got together. 

[420pogpills]

masterpost of random epic dnf moments

i find so much comfort in these posts that just contain links to loads and loads of epic clips so i wanted to make one of my favourite george&dream moments :’)... this took me several days okay.

in no particular order whatsoever

(♥♥♥) “so...dream.” “what?” “um, hello.” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “george!” “yeah?” “HEY 😁”

(♥♥♥) “that is actually george’s fish” “oh what? i will keep it safe” (bonus: giving fish back)

(♡♡♡) “you two and your inside jokes, you guys are such good friends”

(♥♥♥) “i saw an interesting donation on your stream”

(♡♡♡) “trust me. george - i’m handling it.”

(♥♥♥) “i’m not gonna be hurt if dream is next to me”

(♡♡♡) “you’re making me laugh it’s not even fair!”

(♥♥♥) “i shot you once” “no you shot me multiple times”

(♡♡♡) “oh that’s so hot”

(♥♥♥) “what you gonna do, fight me?”

(♡♡♡) “dream has my number because dream needs me sometimes”

(♥♥♥) “stop you’re hurting me” “i’m hurting you?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m very similar to george so i probably won't like it”

(♥♥♥) “i said i’m in the hot tub right now, he said ‘prove it’”

(♡♡♡) “dream stop killing me!”

(♥♥♥) “i’ve always wanted to explore my sexuality”

(♡♡♡) “this is what happens when you fall down my trap”

(♥♥♥) “i’m so used to having your attention 24/7″

(♡♡♡) “why are you so mean dream?”

(♥♥♥) “you know who reminds me of nemo? george”

(♡♡♡) “first thing’s first-” “i’m the realest”

(♥♥♥) “come hide with me”

(♡♡♡) “he looks so handsome, look at him, look at george”

(♥♥♥) “oh george” “oh dream”

(♡♡♡) “you love me?” “yes, i do”

(♥♥♥) “be careful george”

(♡♡♡) “you’re laughing at every different word i say”

(♥♥♥) “can i have the sword dream?” “say that you love me”

(♡♡♡) “just hug me george”

(♥♥♥) “i’m the mememan, my milk is delicious”

(♡♡♡) “george i’m gonna blow up - come with me”

(♥♥♥) “you couldn’t see what dream was doing”

(♡♡♡) “george is easily a top 10 mcc player”

(♥♥♥) “what would you say my weakness is?” “me”

(♡♡♡) “we were getting this computer repair guy - oh my god”

(♥♥♥) “every time you get near me you just get all red”

(♡♡♡) “you would follow me down here”

(♥♥♥) “dream is a simp for me” “yeah”

(♡♡♡) “nice dream!”

(♥♥♥) “smile - you see him everyday”

(♡♡♡) “you deserve punishment george”

(♥♥♥) “what are you doing george?” “i’m on twitter”

(♡♡♡) “george george george you look amazing george”

(♥♥♥) “you don’t have to follow me everywhere”

(♡♡♡) “get away from dream!”

(♥♥♥) “we’re in the stars”

(♡♡♡) thirdwheelboyhalo

(♥♥♥) “dream is so delightful”

(♡♡♡) “DREAM LET’S GO!”

(♥♥♥) “follow me, i’ll follow you actually - just take me”

(♡♡♡) “dream...” “i had to george, i had to”

(♥♥♥) “i trust my dream”

(♡♡♡) “you don’t brag about your looks”

(♥♥♥) “george just tell me you love me”

(♡♡♡) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute’?”

(♥♥♥) “kiss george” “that’s a pretty good forfeit”

(♡♡♡) “a plane ticket to dream’s house”

(♥♥♥) “okay that was pretty pog”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been too focused on george”

(♥♥♥) little compilation

(♡♡♡) “why’d you say it like that?”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s trying to kill me, he’s killing me!”

(♡♡♡) “if you won, what would be your first date with george?”

(♥♥♥) “we do everything together”

(♡♡♡) “answer my question!”

(♥♥♥) “oh. yeah. but george too.”

(♡♡♡) “if you win, you have to kiss dream!”

(♥♥♥) “dream... i’m messing up” “oh are you still streaming?”

(♡♡♡) “be careful”

(♥♥♥) suspicious dancing

(♡♡♡) “don’t be greedy george”

(♥♥♥) just... this whole edit

(♡♡♡) “george is mine, go away”

(♥♥♥) “dreeeaaaaam i know you wanna help”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re a genius, george kiss me!”

(♥♥♥) “he was wearing like an oversized dream smile hoodie”

(♡♡♡) george compilation 10/10

(♥♥♥) “i don’t wanna hear you laugh”

(♡♡♡) “whenever dream tries to get a new speed run record he just disappears for a month”

(♥♥♥) laughing face to face

(♡♡♡) “can i have some stuff?”

(♥♥♥) “geoorrgeeee”

(♡♡♡) “he lives in your head actually rent free”

(♥♥♥) “you know quite often we just know what we’re talking about?”

(♡♡♡) “now it backfired because george knows me”

(♥♥♥) “he’s small it’s different”

(♡♡♡) “COME HERE GEORGE!”

(♥♥♥) “you can be my valentine if you want george”

(♡♡♡) “no mom no he broke up with me” (bonus: “george denied me”)

(♥♥♥) “just explain your reasoning for denying me” “you didn't mean it”

(♡♡♡) “goodnight george, goodnight gogy”

(♥♥♥) “dream just saved something from snapchat!”

(♡♡♡) “i’m breaking you out!”

(♥♥♥) “you’ll get punished george"

(♡♡♡) “guys this is like the cutest photo of george ever”

(♥♥♥) “guys i’m opening a new business” “selling george pictures?”

(♡♡♡) “don’t attack the wolf dream i’m not there to save you”

(♥♥♥) “you were like ‘you have to praise me now for 5 minutes’”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you think i’m here?”

(♥♥♥) “we were playing geoguessr the other day”

(♡♡♡) “i am wheezing and dying and george is dying with me”

(♥♥♥) “you used to get mad at me for placing blocks beneath myself”

(♡♡♡) “you have to clip that” “no”

(♥♥♥) “c’mere”

(♡♡♡) “i almost died, water me!”

(♥♥♥) “me and george”

(♡♡♡) “i wouldn’t want to do it unless he’s here”

(♥♥♥) “me and george were literally holding hands in the hallway”

(♡♡♡) “you should get negative points if you’re an idiot”

(♥♥♥) “kiss”

(♡♡♡) “i thought you might want to confess something”

(♥♥♥) “we’ve been talking to each other for 10 hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not here to disappoint you or anything”

(♥♥♥) “mimic my yawn, that means you love me you know that right?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not helping you this round” “i need you”

(♥♥♥) “we’re literally on a boat”

(♡♡♡) “you’re so ridiculous”

(♥♥♥) “i fell asleep in a call with george”

(♡♡♡) “wow george you’re great”

(♥♥♥) “dream just went 👉🏻👉🏻”

(♡♡♡) “yessss let’s go” “wait let me pick you up!”

(♥♥♥) “dream sort this out!” “alright wait turn around”

(��♡♡) “you have pretty privilege”

(♥♥♥) “george i have something that will cheer you up george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been by your side since the beginning george”

(♥♥♥) “sitting here forced to drink water, it has absolutely no flavour”

(♡♡♡) “gives back i’ll be good” “no no you won’t”

(♥♥♥) “don’t worry. i’m here george”

(♡♡♡) “dream say hi” “hi”

(♥♥♥) “so george why are you laying in bed while you’re talking to dream?”

(♡♡♡) “where did george go, george is not found”

(♥♥♥) “come over here greg i will save the day” “francis!”

(♡♡♡) “that’s not what you told me last night”

(♥♥♥) “please just swim drive the boat drive the boat”

(♡♡♡) “before i even met you, you had this ginormous impact”

(♥♥♥) “you’re not worthless george we love you”

(♡♡♡) “george is like the biggest idiot”

(♥♥♥) “alright fine i’ll play one more”

(♡♡♡) “you see george everywhere. you see what you wanna see”

(♥♥♥) “guess united kingdom because someone you love lives there”

(♡♡♡) “george don’t leave me”

(♥♥♥) “you say bolivia george?”

(♡♡♡) “why are you so feral?”

(♥♥♥) “you’re an idiot” “you’re the one who’s screaming to do it”

(♡♡♡) “”you’re so oh my god” “you’re so annoying”

(♥♥♥) “i trust you so m-so often”

(♡♡♡) “now i have you right where i want you”

(♥♥♥) “heads” “alright it was heads”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re the hottest piece of ass in dreamhunt”

(♥♥♥) “you said ‘just woke up’ and i said ‘me too, in sync bby’”

(♡♡♡) “dnf arc? yeah maybe”

(♥♥♥) *george shooting dnf into wall on csgo*

(♡♡♡) “george and dream’s brotherly relationship is so iconic”

(♥♥♥) “you can’t 👹LEAVE👹 it’s not allowed”

(♡♡♡) “oh we’re finishing each other’s sentences right now”

(♥♥♥) “you said you were gonna what, kiss me or something like that?”

(♡♡♡) “do you have a song that makes you think of dream?”

(♥♥♥) “here george take this take this george”

(♡♡♡) “hey dream” “hey george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have a crush on dream?” “yes, go on”

(♡♡♡) “i am proud of you” “wow thank you dream”

(♥♥♥) “1 dollar every hour” “for how many hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i clicked skip whoops - wait, where are all my balls?”

(♥♥♥) “get out of here GET OUUUUTTTT”

(♡♡♡) “i’m sleeping for at least 8 hours” “but then we’re gonna be out of sync again”

(♥♥♥) “this is actually disgusting, come to me where are you”

(♡♡♡) “thank you baby... oh no” “WHAT?”

(♥♥♥) “yeah i love dream so much”

(♡♡♡) “yes that is exactly what i was thinking dream”

(♥♥♥) “dream” “hi” “hello i’m streaming” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “mm poor little george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have fifty dollars?”

(♡♡♡) “please please half a heart half a heart!”

(♥♥♥) “that’s okay you wanna be near me, that’s fine”

(♡♡♡) “you would know all about the simp handbook wouldn’t you”

(♥♥♥) “please i need you” “i do need you”

(♡♡♡) “kill him!...or her.. or it..”

(♥♥♥) “cause he’s little gogy”

(♡♡♡) “do your parents know about gream?”

(♥♥♥) just... cuteness

(♡♡♡) “wait george my minecraft’s starting my minecraft’s starting”

(♥♥♥) “te amo sueno”

(♡♡♡) “yeah that was my idea” “yeah just like last night”

(♥♥♥) “you can just say he’s a bottom”

(♡♡♡) this entire video

(♥♥♥) “why are you leaving me?” “alright fine”

(♡♡♡) “george you look good in a suit”

(♥♥♥) “i have a present for george!”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you want to facetime me?” “i haven’t shaved”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s killing me, why are you killing me?”

(♡♡♡) “george i thought you were going to choose me”

(♥♥♥) “you wanna watch a beautiful sunset? just for you dream”

(♡♡♡) “we don’t text that much” “we text everyday”

(♥♥♥) “georgie poooo come here”

(♡♡♡) “oh beat me dream beat me”

(♥♥♥) “you are so impressive dream”

(♡♡♡) “i just ran for like a million hours”

(♥♥♥) “mydic--kslong has subscribed, thank you..”

(♡♡♡) all of these moments are too funny

(♥♥♥) “dreeaaaam! loooook!” “oh he’s cute”

(♡♡♡) “oh george~” “this is scary”

(♥♥♥) “george do that water drop sound”

(♡♡♡) “why is everyone saying ‘george explain the text?’”

(♥♥♥) “why are you saying it like that?” “that’s how you said it”

(♡♡♡) “i’m going to my secret stash”

(♥♥♥) “it said ‘name a dessert’” “you should’ve put me”

(♡♡♡) “i need to come” “you wanna come?”

(♥♥♥) “i have missed your face!”

(♡♡♡) just.. this entire video

(♥♥♥) more on george sleep talking

(♡♡♡) “that’s the same height difference between me and you george”

(♥♥♥) “you’re doing extremely well george. just calm down.”

(♡♡♡) “george~” “stOP. stop it”

(♥♥♥) “i know dream loves me a lot but unfortunately i don’t love him back”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fun to make him more afraid”

(♥♥♥) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute?’”

(♡♡♡) “oh we know george we know how hot you are”

(♥♥♥) “dream has friendship hacks”

(♡♡♡) “let’s watch a movie” feat. sapnap

(♥♥♥) “the only man i’m into is george”

(♡♡♡) “you broke my heart dream by....breaking my heart”

(♥♥♥) “keep lying to him george”

(♡♡♡) dream team not dnf but i love this so watch it plz

(♥♥♥) “you turn your camera off to sneeze? it’s okay we love you”

(♡♡♡) “dance with me dream”

(♥♥♥) “dweaaaam pleaseeee”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fine dream, i’ll stream another day” “waaaaaaah!”

(♥♥♥) “i just wanna talk to you”

(♡♡♡) “you’re just like interesting in general george”

(♥♥♥) “when’s my birthday dream?”

(♡♡♡) “here these are for you 🌹”

(♥♥♥) “i love you george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ll fight you in sumo when you’re in my house”

(♥♥♥) “we’re going together aaaaah”

(♡♡♡) “guess what, i had faith in you”

(♥♥♥) “or OR.. we could... kiss?”

(♡♡♡) “i haven’t had my first kiss” “that's a lie, you kissed me”

(♥♥♥) “hey dream give me an ak.... please”

AND OF COURSE THERE ARE SO MANY MORE BUT... i cannot do this any longer therefore the rest are compilations because i cannot do this any longer

(♥♥♥) every time george has said ‘i love you’ (kind of) to dream

(♡♡♡) dreamnotfound moments

(♥♥♥) gaymest moments

(♡♡♡) rare moments

(♥♥♥) wholesome

(♡♡♡) idiot compilation

(♥♥♥) love languages compilation

BONUS: this soulmate compilation...

SO ORIGINAL POST - links wouldn’t work when reblogged because it went over link limit with everyone tagged, so i will reblog with everyone who’s clips i’ve included!

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Blood is Thicker than Water: Part 19

AN: Avery big moment happens in this chapter. Enjoy!!!

As always a big shout out to those who help me with the Spanish. Your help is amazing, and I love you dearly for it!

Master List

Rafael runs through no less than six different proposal plans with Carmen. There’s one with sky writing, another at a restaurant, one in the park, one surrounded by friends and family, he thought about a flash mob very briefly, and even considered tying the ring to Benny’s collar alongside a note. None of them seem right.

“You’re thinking about it too much.”

Rafa stares at Carmen, open mouthed, “That’s not a thing when you’re asking someone to marry you. You’re changing your life forever, you’re making a promise, you’re . . .”

“Please don’t go full lawyer on me.” His lips twitch at the plea. Carmen is more than capable of coming up with an argument, and twisting words. He’s seen her do it to Buchanan several times, and afterwards he always buys her lunch.

“So, you’re saying I should just go with the flow?”

“I’m saying that Y/N isn’t someone who appreciated huge gestures. She likes things from the heart. And I honestly think if you do a flash mob she’ll kill you.”

“It was Google's idea, not mine. Plus we go dancing about once a month.”

“And once again I say, never tell her about it. Think about your relationship. Think about something that means something to the two of you.”

His mind runs over memories of your relationship, and it pauses on a morning about three months after you moved in, and he smiles. “The first time she told me she loves me was over coffee. We were both in our pajamas, and looked like a mess, but I remember her taking a sip and looking up and just saying the words.”

Carmen smiles, “You might be onto something Counselor.”

---

Rafael has been acting squirrely for several days, and you know it has to do with whatever he’s hiding in his office. You spend about an hour of time, spread throughout the day, wandering into his office to quickly glare at the safe before returning back to work. To be honest, the entire secret is bugging the crap out of you. But you deal with it, and instead focus on the fact that tomorrow is your two year anniversary with the man.

It’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had, it’s also the most fulfilling. Rafa is your partner in everything. The two of you support each other, and take turns carrying troubles when the other can’t. It’s an amazing thing to have someone you can depend on, and you thank God for him every day.

---

You’re not the first one to wake up. Despite his eyes being closed, you know Rafa has been up for a while. You had felt the bed move earlier. So, you feel perfectly justified to wiggle a little closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiles, and lets out a little huffy laugh, “What time is it?” His voice is just a little gravely with sleep, and it makes you melt.

“A little after seven.”

He groans, “That’s too early for a day off.”

“Can’t help it. I’m excited. Today is a big day.”

“No pressure or anything.”

He reaches for you blindly and when his hand finds your hip he pulls you to him. You let out a little squeal as he rolls with you, so that he’s hovering, ever so slightly, over you. You can see now that he’s fully awake, his eyes playful. You stretch your neck and press your lips to his. He’s quick to respond, and when you pull away you’re just a tad bit breathless.

He grins down at you, “Happy anniversary my love.” ("Feliz aniversario mi amor")

of dating was fast, but to your pleasant surprise the two of you just worked.

You thread your fingers through his hair and tug him down for another kiss. When his lips slip to your throat, drag your fingers out of his hair, down his neck, and splay them against his back. You’re immediately grateful for the warmer weather, because it means he’s sleeping shirtless, and you love the feel of his skin.

He places a kiss right beside your ear and whispers, "¿Sabes lo mucho que te amo?¿Sabes cómo de feliz me haces? Te quiero tanto." You don’t know exactly what he’s saying but you get the gist of it.

The two of you roll out of bed at around eight. You go to shower while he starts the coffee. Despite having taken a personal day, there’s still a lot the two of you want to do; get breakfast, walk through the park with Benny, there’s a farmer’s market the two of you had been talking about for weeks, and then there were your dinner plans. The two of you had decided to recreate your first date. He’s looking forward to a day with no drama, because that’s all the squad has delivered lately.

The past few months have brought less than great cases, difficult cases that have him working all hours and you trekking out to his office to bring him dinner, or just distract him for a while. You’ve gotten exceptionally good at rubbing the knots out of his shoulders and neck.

He loves his job, but sometimes he thinks about leaving it. He thinks about whisking you away to a different state or city, settling down into private practice, and working normal hours. You’d probably prefer that, right? Having a boyfriend who comes home at a normal time, who doesn’t get called in on their days off. He could give it up for you, right?

“Okay! I am ready to go!”

You pop out of the bedroom wearing a dress that you love and always feel confident in, and the sight of you just makes his heart feel full. He’s quick to take your hand and pull you towards him. One hand settles on your waist, the other that the base of your skull, and he kisses you with everything he has, he pours every ounce of love that he can into that kiss. And when he pulls back he gives a little nip to your bottom lip.

You blink several times, and smile, “What did I do to deserve that?”

He cups your cheek with his hand, and leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, “You exist.”

You place a kiss on his nose, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, “You have a way with words that just . . . makes me melt. You make me feel special, and loved, and safe. I love you very much, Rafael Barba. "Eres mi todo.” You’ve been practicing that line for weeks. You’ve run it with Lucia, Liv, Ed, and Catalina.

“You just spoke Spanish.”

You grimace, “How bad was my accent?”

He places a kiss on your forehead, “You did great. Let’s go get food.”

You call Bently over, get his leash attached, and you head to your favorite breakfast joint. The weather is just right, not too hot, but not too cold, just a really nice April day. And true to the promise the two of you made, you don’t lean into the idea of extravagance.

Instead you tuck your body into his side as you walk, and just enjoy the fact that you have an entire day together. It’s been several weeks since the last one, and it’s just nice to reconnect.

You’ve just finished lunch, when he gets the call. A major case, and they need him ASAP. You consider killing your sister, but instead send her several angry gifs. She just responds with question marks. He gives you an apologetic look, “Why don’t I drop you off at home, that way you don’t have to hang around the station?”

You wave off the concern, “I spent my entire childhood there, what the night of an anniversary. At least I’ll get to see you be all snarky and lawyery.”

His lips twitch into a small smile, “Lawyery?”

You lean in and kiss him, “Come on counselor. The sooner we get there and done, the sooner we can leave.”

Rafa sighs. He’s not exactly dressed for court or to make deals but at least he wasn’t in jeans. He’s gone with a pair of slacks and a button down shirt for the day, and his hair wasn’t as neat as he would have liked, but sometimes you had to go with the flow.

The two of you arrive at the station thirty minutes later, and your mouth curls down a little bit. The nostalgic side of you missed the old station and its memories. For the most part you had managed to avoid the squad room for the past two years. The only exceptions being when you brought Rafa or Liv something, or stopped by to drag them home to rest.

You’re there for several hours, and your sister has the good grace to avoid your gaze. While you may have not had anything spectacular planned for your anniversary she knew you’d been looking forward to spending the day together.

“You keep that up and my lieutenant is going to be nothing but a mark on the ground.”

You look up at Finn, “Is this case really that bad?”

He shrugs, “We got our new Sarge today, and there’s an international and personal element involved.” His eyes slide to Rollins, and your frown. It always seemed as though Rollins was stepping in something.

You spend the time seeing how things have changed around the station. The biggest is that Finn seems to know how to work the computer. WHen you had first met him, he’d been convinced that they would just be a fad and he had no reason to learn the operating system. Everything else seems to be fairly similar. But it still feels weird. You don’t know any of the officers in uniform, and you barely know this version of the squad beyond some after work drinks.

It’s nearly eight pm when Rafael finishes, and you two can head home. You’re ready to crash on the couch, but Benny still needs to go out and you’re starving. You order food, take Benny out together, for safety, and come home and collapse on the couch, and that’s where you stay.

You’re in the middle of a cheesy scifi movie when Rafa stands, “I’m getting coffee. You want some?”

“It’s ten at night, we’ll never sleep.”

He smirks, “I’m not hearing a no.”

You laugh, “Bring it on!”

It takes some time since he’s using the fancy new machine he bought earlier in the week. For days he’d been playing around with it and making designs in your cup. “Any chance you can put a giraffe in there this time?”

“You have too much faith in me.”

You smile and relax further into the couch. He comes back several minutes later right as an alien explodes from someone’s chest. He winces at the sight and sets the mugs down on the coffee table. You reach for your phone, ready to take a picture of his latest creation, and then stop.

You suck in a breath, and your eyes go wide as you read the words in your cup, three more times. His hand settles on your back and you hear him whisper, “Breathe amor. Breathe.”

You turn to face him, “Are you sure?”

His smile is soft and filled with love, as he pulls a ring out of his pocket, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Y/N Benson, will you marry me?”

----

Olivia is five minutes away from heading to bed when her phone buzzes, and she raises an eyebrow when she sees a text from you. She had expected a slightly cold shoulder after having brought Braba in on your anniversary . . . when he was technically off.

She goes ahead and opens the attachment, and her brow furrows when she sees a cup of coffee with foam letters in it spelling out, “Will you marry me?”

Then her eyes go wide as the second picture comes in, one of you and Rafael together, with a very nice ring on your finger. She lets out a squeal, and Ed comes running.

“What is it? Who is it? Do I need my gun?”

She shoves her phone in his face, “Barba proposed!”

This time it’s Ed’s brow furrowing, “With coffee. That man has a serious caffeine addiction.”

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GREY HEAVENS (F/F)

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ie was one of the first I met here and I’m so proud of her. This beautiful and always jealous (oh lord, she is super jealous) person reached 500 followers and of course I (tried) had to write a fic. I know Cherrypie, I said this is a Hvitserk x Ariel fic, but I love Ivar too much, I just can’t ignore him, oops sorry. Te amo odiosa!

Pairing: Hvitserk x Ariel x Ivar

Warnings: F/F smut, fingering, oral, voyeurism

Words: 1726

Thank you to my amazing beta reader @quantumlocked310 for making my sentences sound good, helping me with the moodboard and always motivating me! The idea for the name of this fic is btw from my honey @jadelynlace, because I have no patience to think about an appropriate name and her titles are outstanding.

a/n:. This fandom needs more F/F so I took my chance to write one. This is also a call to those who write F/F Vikings fics -> tag me!

Forget everything you know about Ariel, because the only thing my Ariel and the Disney Ariel have in common is the red hair.

Summary: A Mermaid is the last chance Hvitserk has to revive Lagertha.

Tags: @xbellaxcarolinax @pomegranates-and-blood @heavenly1927 @walkxthexmoon @punkrocknpearls @mrsalwayswrite @grimeundglow

If you ever find her then speak cautiously, she is mightier than the sea and gentler than the breeze.

The seer warned Hvitserk; mermaids don't like humans. Also, Aslaug taught him not to talk about mermaids since he was a child. The fear that these beings might hear was too big. They pull men into the bottom of the sea and let their ships sink. Their voices intoxicate the mind and manipulate humans. Their beauty dazzles men and makes it easy to underestimate them. They can hide but are still visible for those who are meant to see them.

He rode days and weeks to the far north of Norway, where the sea is wild and high waves crash against the huge rocks, far away from all the villages. Where there are almost no animals to eat and fish are difficult to catch. He could easily die, but it was the last chance Hvitserk had to revive Lagertha.

~~·······~~

Evening dawned and he gathered wood to prepare the fireplace for the night. A few faint fire sparks flew away in the slight wind when he ground two stones together to start the fire.

"With so little wood you won't survive more than two hours" Someone complained behind him.

Hvitserk hastily picked up his axe and turned around to see who that was. Almost nobody knew why he left Kattegat. Every day he thought about how he killed the most famous shield maiden. The wisest witches and healers tried to bring her back. Daily sacrifices and even Hvitserk himself gave his blood in the attempt to revive her, but none of this was successful.

“Ivar?” He dropped the axe. “What are you doing here? Tell me, who sent you, huh?” He grinned.

“Brother, I am Ivar the Boneless, if this half fish is really more powerful than me then I have to see her.” Ivar didn't want to rely on the rumors.

“I don’t want to be a mermaid’s meal, so be kind Ivar.”

“I doubt we will find her, them, it, whatever” Ivar was quite unimpressed by Hvitserk’s enthusiasm. He was just looking forward to the little trip through Norway’s landscapes.

~~·······~~

They walked an extensive white sand beach in search of mussels whenthey heard stones rolling and humming high voices coming out of a big cave.

The sun shone through a big hole in the cave’s ceiling and illuminated two women laying on one another. They quietly tried to climb over the slippery stones in the entrance of the cavern to get closer.

The pureness of their naked bodies, never touched by a man, sliding against each other. Their bright silver-colored skins, glistening in the sunlight like sea pearls. Their wavy hair hid part of their faces. Rose lips sucking on the skin of the red-haired's neck while their thighs pressed around the other’s, spreading their juices over their intertwined legs. Two bodies soft as silk melting together, grinding their pussies and bringing each other to a shared pleasure.

It was silent, only their heavy breathing echoed in the big cave, making the squelching noises of their wetness hush. Their bodies harmonized and embraced; they took their time to satisfy each other without showing dominance.

She shivered at the feeling of the blue-haired’s teeth raking along the flesh of her throat. She was enticed by the way her tongue swirls and swipes the mounds of her chest, tasting the salty valley between her plump breasts. Addicted to the sight of her hips thrusting against her own, feeling the heat that wracked their entire bodies.

One hand roamed down the shape of her body and groped her ass. The blue-haired lifted her partner’s right leg and placed it over her shoulder, exposing her fully. She licked two fingers on her right hand and trailed them down over the red-haired thigh until she reached her cunt.

The red-haired pressed her beloved closer, having only a moment to breathe out before she delved her wet fingers inside her lover’s dripping walls. She stroked deeper, harder and faster; all the while nibbling the soft skin behind her earlobe. She pulled her fingers out and teased her entrance. Her tongue swirled over her lip, before she thrusted her fingers in one move again into her partner’s throbbing pussy adding one finger to stretch her more.

The red-haired pried her legs open andburied both hands in the other’s blue hair to trail her down, arching her back to catch each kiss she left. She brought her lover’s head between her legs and laid her mouth on her center, replacing her fingers. Her arms wrapped around the red-haired's thighs as her tongue dragged against her warmth, parting her folds to rub against her most sensitive spots. She moaned, savoring the taste of the one beneath her pulsating pussy, not missing a drop of her juices.

When her thumb brushes the smooth skin of her hard nipple, kneading it, the red-haired rewarded it with a melodic moan, a little louder this time. The strands of her red hair fell down from her face as she raised her head, revealing her gorgeous face. Her eyes shut tight and her lips trembled, before they spread in a euphoric moan with every slam of her thighs onto the blue-haired cheeks. She bucked her hips nearly throwing the blue-haired off her lap. Her hands looking for something to grip onto, settling them on blue locks. Seeing the lust-filled gaze of her beautiful girl tensed her body. Her end was near, the one above her flicked her tongue at a fast pace, curling it over clit once, twice until her body exploded in satisfaction, coating her mouth with her juices.

The shameless string of moans woke Hvitserk up from his trance.

“Do you think they are mermaids? Real mermaids?”

Ivar didn’t answer. Hvitserk hit him with his elbow, but h was totally obsessed from their magnet-like aura.

“Hey Ivar” He tried to get his attention again.

“What?!” Ivar finally could avert his gaze from them.

“I asked, if you think that these are mermaids?”

“Of course they are! Did you ever see a woman being so divine?!” It was obvious to him.

They heard a loud noise of something heavy dropping into the water but when they looked back to the place they were laying, both were gone.

“You idiot! See what you did, you should learn to speak more-”

“Mermaid! I can see you!” The mermaid’s colored hair reflected in the water. “Come out here! We don’t want to kill you!” Ivar ignored his brother and crawled over the slippery stones in their direction.

The red-haired rose confident out of the water presenting herself. Waterdrops covered her pale and shimmering skin. She titled her head to one side, focusing the two foreign men with her green eyes, without blinking.

“Vikings” She broke the intriguing silence. The way this word rolled of her tongue was tantalizing.

“We didn’t want to...uhm… “ Hvitserk stuttered ashamed about Ivar’s insolence. “We are looking for someone, a special woman, well she is more than a woman. Her name– “

“Ariel. I knew you would come. You’re here because of Lagertha’s death.” She completed his sentence.

The blue-haired came out from behind the rock and placed herself close to Ariel. Two goddess-like appearances, both the same; tall, hypnotizing them.

“Ariel. Hello Ariel” Ivar smirked, speaking in a seductive tone, scanning her naked body with his glance. “I assume you are the powerful creature Hvitserk needs.” He took a lazy step closer. ”Powerful and beautiful. I have a weakness for woman like you.” He confessed, brushing his lower lip between his teeth.

She approached and her cheek pressing lightly against his. Her damp red hair wet his armor as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“I know who you are Ivar. So let me tell you whoIam.” He closed his eyes to memorize her unique salty smell better. “I am not a woman, I am a mermaid and mermaids don’t need to deal with men. And...don’t you dare to touch me!” Ivar clenched his fist and lowered his hand again.

She leaned back and spoke to the more rational brother. “I can’t help you Hvitserk. I’m sorry you came here in vain.” She wasn’t a talkative creature, especially when she felt used.

“Hey silver skin, where are you going?” Ivar started to treat her rude out of frustration. “We are not done here.” Ivar followed her out of the cave to the beach.

“But the seer told me you can, you can revive people. I didn’t want to kill her, please, it was a mistake.” Hvitserk tried to persuade her from the distance.

“This is my home.” She admired the calm of the ocean. “I can save anyone who gets lost in the heart of the sea, but Lagertha is not there.”

“Hey!” She gasped as Ivar grabbed her arm to hold her back. She immediately closed her eyes and was benumbed.

“No” The blue haired yelled and hissed, pushing Ivar away. He let go of her and Ariel started breathing again. Her eyes opened and even if they hadn’t told her how Lagertha died, she already knew it. She felt what they felt and saw what they saw. There was no secret that remained hidden from her.

“It wasn’t you who killed her, you were deceived Hvitserk. I am unable to overpower a dark might.” Hvitserk bowed his head. “But she’s fine. She is with Ragnar and she forgives you…and you too, Ivar.” Ivar rolled his eyes.

Ariel took her beloved by the hand and both stepped into the little waves. The silver colour of their legs became more luminous and greener the longer they stood in the water.

“Let’s go back to our sisters, my dear. I can hear them calling.” Her long red hair framed the curves from her swaying hips.

“And Ivar- “ She looked over her shoulder “- as long as your heart craves revenge, you will never be able to love.”

The sunlight reflected on her emerald green scales before she disappeared with her dearest in the depth of the sea completely.

Ivar waited a moment longer hoping to see her one last time.

“Ivar, it’s over.” Hvitserk laid his arm on Ivar’s shoulder and pulled him away.

[kayleezra]

How Did You Get Here? // (Frankie Morales x Reader)

Warnings; none

Word Count; 1534

Summary; You’re a university student working at a bar when a particular patron catches your attention.

You were working your normal shift as a bartender from 6 pm to 2 am. It was always quiet during the first 4 hours. 10 pm was when the crowd really picked up. So, during your spare time, you’d chat with co-workers and catch up on your textbook readings. You’re a university student and found that bartending to be the best way to earn money while also attending lectures. This place was by far our favourite. Other bars let the customers do whatever they wanted but, here the owner encourages you to put unruly customers in their place. Even the security was quick to pick out those that were about to cause a scene.

You were reading through your textbook, highlighting key points, when a group of 5 men walked in. One, in particular, caught your attention, he had longer stuffy hair hidden under a baseball cap and a moustache with matching stubble littered across his face. You quickly tucked away your book and walked over to where they sat.

“What can I get for you gentlemen?”, you ask scanning across every one of them.

A tan man with black hair sprinkled with grey and a matching 4 o'clock shadow ordered for the group.

“Shall I open a tab for you?”

“Yes, for Santiago por favor.”

Now, you weren’t fluent in Spanish but you knew the basics.

“No hay problema.”

You can’t help but notice this ‘Santiago’ and his friend gave you a slight look of shock. You went and grabbed their drinks and returned with a smirk across your face.

“I have to be honest with you guys.”

They all look at you, their attention now 100% on you.

“Yo no hablo Español pero, yo hablo Frencés.”

The man who caught your attention gives you a smirk, and before any of them get a chance to say anything you introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N.”

The man furthest to your left is the first to speak.

“Will.”, he says while extending a hand to you which you kindly take. Introductions proceed to the right.

“Ben.”

“Tom.”

“Santiago.”

“Francisco.”

Bingo! It was Francisco. You didn’t notice that he held your hand longer than the others or that he gave you his first name and not his nickname but, Santiago sure did. Santiago was trying to get a rise out of Fish.

“Francisco huh? I thought you hated your name. You know, that’s why we all call you Catfish. Maybe it’s French accent she can use to say your name that’s got you intrigued.”

Francisco laughed him off and you and the other joined in. Because they were there before the rush you were sure to take good care of them. You told yourself you were just trying to get some good tips and not because you wanted to be close to Francisco. It was nearing 10 pm and the crowd was picking up, only Santiago and Francisco remained. It had been a while since you last checked on them but, their drinks had barely been touched and they were deep in conversation. You wanted to know what they were talking about but, you had customers to attend to. It was after midnight when Santiago flagged you down.

“I was starting to think you boys forgot about me.”

“Nah, couldn’t forget a beautiful lady like yourself. Santiago here just wouldn’t shut up.”, Francisco says and the two of you share a chuckle.

“What can I do for you two?”

“Unfortunately, this party is over.”, Santiago says with a lighthearted huff. The two of them get up from their stools.

“Okay, I’ll ring you up over there.”, you say while pointing to the nearest debit machine to your left.

You close their tabs and they pay, “Come by again, okay?”

“Don’t worry. We will.”, Santiago says with a smirk and while nudging Francisco.

You went back to their spot to clean up and found a neatly folded napkin. When you picked it up you realized it was heavier than it should have been. You opened it and found a tip but, it wasn’t the tip that grabbed your attention. Inside the napkin, there was a message that read, 'Maybe put this towards your textbooks. See you later, Sweetheart. -Francisco’. You couldn’t help but smile at the door they hand just walked out of.

The boys returned regularly. They had their own spots and came to catch up with each other. The came often enough that you knew when they came and left and even what their regular drinks. Santiago and Francisco came by more frequently than the others. You’d grown close to the group and even joined them from time to time when you weren’t working. Your affection only grew for Francisco. He started to plague your mind 24/7.

—-Present Day—-

You zoned out during your lecture. NO, it wasn’t the first time it had happened but, it was the first time that someone had caught you. Someone had been asking to borrow a pen and you hadn’t even noticed they were there until they tapped your shoulder. You jumped in surprise and apologized profusely as though they’ve caught you doing something you shouldn’t have been. This was an entirely new experience for you, your entire life you’d been focused on your education and career path. You’d never had a serious relationship because you were never looking and were preoccupied. Now, you were having a hard time focusing on anything else. The next time you see Francisco you’re going to admit your feelings, at least that’s what you told yourself. Just in spite of you, Santiago and Francisco showed up that night. Suddenly, you weren’t sure you could do it. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if all these months of back and forth flirting was all just for fun? Your entire shift you felt like you were going to vomit and you’d even eavesdrop on them. You clung to every word Francisco said like it’d be his last.

At one point during the night, Francisco left for the washroom. Santiago watched him carefully and as soon as he disappeared, he called to you. You rush over thinking something was wrong but before you can get a word out Santiago spoke.

“You like Fish right?”

Your heart fell to your stomach and you struggle to get the words out. You knew exactly what he meant but, you weren’t sure you were ready to admit it aloud.

“W-what do y-you mean?”

“C'mon. Since day one you’ve had eyes for him. You like him, enamoured with him.”

“That obvious?”

“Yes but, he feels the same so we’re staying till closing and the two of you are facing your feelings for each other.”

“Wait. I don’t know tha-”

“Yes, you can and you will. Now, scatter, he’s coming.”

You mindlessly do as your told. The shock of his words hit you hard. He feels the same? How did Santiago know about your feelings? The rest of your shift passed like a blur and you weren’t even sure when security started kicking the stranglers out. When a security guard approached Santiago and Francisco you snapped out of your trance and the weight of the world returned.

“They’re with me.”

“Alright well, they’re the only two left. I can trust you to lock up?”

“Yup, thanks again”

“No problem”

You and Francisco lock eyes, you blush as if he could see all your thoughts.

“I’ll give you two a minute. Remember what I told you, Fish.”, Santiago says while patting him on the back and making his way out. He’s at the door when he yells.

“You too Y/N.”

Then he leaves. Just you and Francisco remain.

You’d never been more nervous in your life but, you still walked around the bar and sat next to him.

“So… Santiago talked to you.”, Francisco states.

“Yeah, and you?”

He lets out a light chuckle, “Yeah. He’s always-”

You cut him off, “I like you. Like a lot. You somehow weaved your way into my heart and head. I can’t think straight and always want to be closer to you. It’s crazy because no one has ever had this effect on me, ever. I’ve barely dated but, when I look at you I just want-”

You only stop your hasty confession when his lips reach yours. You immediately kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck while he holds your face tenderly. When you pull away, neither of you let go of each other and you reach your foreheads on one another.

“Me too.”, he says out of breath.

“Really?”

He nods before pulling you in for another kiss. You don’t think you would have pulled away if it weren’t for Santiago. He must have snuck back in because he’s at the door clapping. The moment the two of you pull away in shock he opens his mouth.

“I told you two! Looks likes you both owe me.”

You roll your eyes and giggle with Francisco.

“I may not be fluent in Spanish but, the amo Francisco.”

“Mmm. I love how you say it. You should probably say it more often because te amo mucho Y/N.”