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[ladywellcare111]

Is It Safe To Eat Asparagus During Pregnancy?

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Asparagus during Pregnancy can be a delightful addition to your diet. This versatile vegetable provides a burst of flavor and offers numerous health benefits. Asparagus supports the healthy development of your baby. Folate is essential during Pregnancy as it aids in forming your baby’s neural tube and helps prevent certain birth defects. So, enjoy this vibrant green veggie as part of your…

[foolsocracy]

love it when itsv noir pete refers to it as WWI like. Who told him about the second one

[misterradio]

people who fight over whether pineapple belongs on pizza or if peas belong on a pizza are weak. and their heads would explode in response to the humble swedish banana curry pizza

[legobabyofficial]

i consistently forget that i was vegetarian for the first 21 years of my life until i eat a lot of red meat and feel Absolutely Awful All Over

[holylulusworld]

Jealousy a la Bucky

Summary: He’s not jealous.

Pairing: (Soft)Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: jealous Bucky, Bucky is smitten for the reader, Steve being a tease, fluff, flirting

He’s not jealous. Never. He’s not even looking your way when you talk to one of his business partners. Nope. He’s not squaring his jaw or balling his hands into fists. No, of course not.

What he does is sulk at the bar, a pout on his lips, and a grumpy expression on his face. He nips at his drink while following your every move.

“That her?” Steve finally asks. He watched his friend stare at you from afar for almost half an hour. Now he wants to tease him. “I guess she’s good at making new friends, huh? A pretty dame like her. All alone. Wearing a dress like that.”

“First and final warning,” Bucky points his index finger at his friend and brother-in-crime. “I saved your life more than once. But I will take it if you say one more thing about that woman.”

“Aw, it finally happened,” sipping at his drink Steve watches his friend frown deeply. You giggle at something Clint Barton, one of his confidants and notorious weapon dealers, said. “James Buchanan Barnes is in love.”

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky grunts. “If you say one more word, you’ll lose your tongue and more.” He angrily glares at Barton, swearing on his mother’s grave he’ll kill the man if he dares to touch you. “I’m not in love.” 

He’s not in love. Not at all. Of course, not. James Buchanan Barnes, a notorious mobster, and stone-cold weapon dealer doesn’t fall in love.

Then, why can’t he take his eyes off you, his sweet new assistant? The woman taking care of his life. “She brings me food and makes my appointments. Y/N is only my assistant. Stop acting like I lost my dead heart to that beautiful, caring, and sweet girl.”

“You are so in love with her,” Steve grins and raises his glass. “To James Buchanan Barnes, the most wanted bachelor who finally got tamed. I hope you know I want to be your best man at your wedding.”

Bucky glares at Steve. He wants to say something, or (and) punch his friend’s face when someone calls his name. Your sweet voice brings him out of his rage and back to reality. 

“Mr. Barnes, you should eat something,” you clear your throat to get your boss’s attention. “Sir, I got you a plate filled with all the things you like.”

“All the things I like?” He drops his eyes to the plate you hold. “You mean all the things you like, doll.”

You giggle at the pet name. Bucky Barnes is a dangerous man, and you should be afraid to be even close to him. Oddly, you feel the safest around your boss. He’s a big teddy bear when it comes to you.

“Fine, I got you the same things I like so we can share.”

“You want to share the food with Bucky?” Steve swallows thickly when his friend snaps his head toward him. “He’s a food thief. You should keep a close eye on that food.”

“I like sharing,” you softly say. “Mr. Barnes often forgets to eat. I made it my mission to take care of him and his well-being.”

Steve chokes on his drink at the look Bucky gives you. Puppy dog eyes. James Buchanan Barnes looks at you like you are a miracle to him. 

“Uh-cool,” the blonde says. “I’ll grab some food too. It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Same,” you are busy offering food to your boss and barely look at Steve. “Now, what do you want to taste first?”

‘Your lips’, Bucky thinks to himself but doesn’t say it out loud. “What do you recommend?”

“We could start with the salmon and then, you should try the green asparagus. It’s delicious and the best I ever ate. OH, and they have the best desserts, Bucky.” You gasp as you just called your boss by his name. “I’m sorry, Sir…I didn’t…I…”

“My name sounds like a melody on your tongue,” Bucky grabs the salmon to wolf it down. You just stare at him, and let his words sink in. 

“That was…” you snort. “Oh my god! So funny. I mean…sorry…but…that was the lamest pick-up line ever,” you step closer to whisper in his ear. “You know, if you like me, you can just ask me out.”

“It was poetic and—” He tries to argue until he realizes you kinda asked him out. “Do you want to go on a date with me, doll?”

“Phew, finally,” you smirk. “I wouldn’t have made it through the night if I talked to Mr. Barton for much longer. He wanted me to have a look at his bow. I still don’t know what he meant.”

“His bow?” Bucky hiccups. “That bastard wanted to show you his bow?”

“Hmm…I told him that you already offered to show me your gun.”

“Right now?” He nervously shifts on his feet, and hopefully looks at you.

“No,” you pat his chest and smile. “I don’t look at a man’s gun before the second date…or the third.”

“I bet you’ll make an exception for me,” he takes the plate out of your hands and throws it over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll order room service for us.”

“I’m keeping you up on that promise, Sir…”

You will have room service, in Paris only a few hours later…

Tags in reblog.

[numbaoneflaya]

I’m in an insane OC mood and must process this like a regular human so. Oc favorite foods. Like actual favorites and not just what they eat most often out of convenience

Ciggy- spaghetti (bonus points if there’s an insane amount of Parmesan. Also adds siracha to it)

Mike- large chili fries with extra cheese sauce. The greasier the better. And corn dogs. Mike that’s not a meal. Do better.

Nabi- BLTs but the fancy kind where there’s like 3 kinds of sauce and a seasoning sprinkle on sourdough.

Jilly- blue steak with a mushroom sauce and asparagus on the side 🤓

Vincent- rare cheeseburger with everything on it. Do NOT skimp out on the bacon he’ll notice if you do.

Kilaine- salmon with lemon and honey sauce with hot flakes. Balsamic salad on the side

[stalkerofthegods]

Odin deep dive

Odin is a wisdom god and a war god, given up his eye for sight in wisdom, may he send blessings upon all of his worshipers.

Herbs •mugwort (oldest of all herbs), plaintain (mother of herbs), stonem, root (drives away evil), wormwood (venom-loather), chamomile, wergulu (maybe chicory), apple, chervil, fennel, chamomile, crab-apple, stinging nettle, mugwort, sweet cicely, corn salad/rampion, monkshood, Amanita muscara, yew, mistletoe, Ivy, juniper, rye, poppy, clover,

Animals• raven, crows, horses, eagle, bear

Zodiac • He was born at the beginning of the time so he doesn't have a birthday... sorry...

Colors • Grey, deep cobalt blue, black, blue

Crystal•  gold, amber, and jasper

Symbols• his staff, his horse, raven, hats, runes, tree of Yggdrasil

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• necklaces that remind you of him and rings

Diety of• war, half of the death, heroes, magic, runes, poets, wisdom, rulers, sovereignty, shamanism, the dead, ecstasy (the reasoning in patron), prophecy, healing, royalty, the gallows, battle, victory, frenzy,

Patron of• war, half of death, heroes, magic, runes, poets, wisdom, rulers, sovereignty, shamanism, the dead, ecstasy (the reasoning behind this is that he has epithets calling him this, and also because he holds the item of the magical mead, and he ventures around the world, simply for his own "pleasure", and his historical mentions of fertility around this god, I may be wrong but I do think he is also a fertility god, and since ecstasy is also believed to be caused to be from desire, and since he inspires the desire for poetry that could also be a point, and also his ecstasy for war, also contributing for his desire for knowledge.), prophecy, healing, royalty, the gallows, battle, victory, frenzy, intoxication,

Offerings• Your blood (not from your wrists or any heat points because that could mean ur livelihood ur offering to him, and he had human sacrifices to him back then, but please be careful, and please sterilize the tools before and don't do this as self-harm get away, he will get pissed!), apples, arizona tea (UPG), books, stuffed animals of his animals, tree imagery, toys of thrones, imagery of thrones, wine (he does not drink or eat food, for wine is both water and food for him, so his dogs eat his food, so make sure to keep in mind wolf/dog-friendly food, like spices/etc.), dog treats, meat, rye, thorns (from a myth when he put a valkyrie to sleep as a consequence for sabotaging a battle), mead, beer, ale, fruit, berries, vegetables, Spearlike vegetables (ex- leeks, asparagus, garlic)

Devotional• Learn runes, write runes on flashcards and bottle caps or play cards or coins to learn them, study, do your homework, research things you are interested in his honor, take care of yourself, think out of the box, learn new skills, set boundrys, donate to war veterans and animal shelters in his name, drink alcohol or something you love to him (raise a glass to him ), eat 3 meals a day, work on communication skills, learn cartomancy/pyromancy/shufflomancy, honor your ancestor, write down and interpret your dreams, work with veterans, do community service in his honor, learn basic med, face your fears, create things that remind you of him (art, tapestry, baked goods, etc)

Ephithets•  “Master of Ecstasy”, "all father, "raven-god", "army-god", “Father of Men”. “Gautr of Men”, “The Ancient Gaut, “Delight of Frigg”, “Eagle-headed One”, “Attacking Rider” or “Attacker by Horse", “Wealth Friend”, “Enemy of the Wolf ”, “Father of Balder”, “Feeble Eye/Flame Eyed”, “Shield Shaker/Spear Shaker”, “Feeble Eye/

One Eyed”,  “Bear”, “Blind One”, “Bale-worker”,  “Battle Enhancer”, “Chieftain”, “Brother of Vili”, “Brown One”, “Son of Borr”, “Spearman”, “Lord of Ghosts”, "Sole Creator of Magical Song", “One with a Straight Forehead”,  “Ever-Booming”,  “Dweller in Frigg’s Embrace", “First Husband of Frigg”,

“Father of Magical Songs”, “Cargo God”, “Journey-Empowerer”, “Burden of Gunnlöð’s Arms”, “Gallows’ Burden”, “Snatch” or “Gain”, “Mighty God”, “Mighty Thule (Poet)”, “Very-Wise/Concealer”, “Much Wise”, “Lord of the Earth”, "One Who Rides Forth”, “The Found”, “Contrary Advisor/Gainful Council”, “Father of Galdor (Magical Songs)”, "Gallow’s Lord", “Wanderer", "Journey Advisor”, “One in a Gaping Frenzy”, “One from Gotland”, “Gautr” (Latinized Langobardic version), “Dangler”, “Spear Inviter”, “Spear God”, “Spear Master”, “Spear Charger”,  “Guest”, “Blind Guest”, “Deceiver, “Riddler”, “Seducer”, “Goði (priest) of the Raven-offering”, “God Protector”, “Yeller",  “Wand Bearer”, " King of Hliðskjalf", “The Masked One/The Hooded One”, "Gunnlod’s Embracer", “Warrior", “Battle Blind", “Master of Fury” (Romanised Langobardic ), “Master of Fury” (Westphalian), "Skillful Worker”, “Hanged God”, "God of the Hanged", “Hanged One”,  “Ruler of Gods”, “God of Gods”,  “Teacher of gods”,  “Fetter Loosener”, “High One”, “Grey Beard", “One Eyed”, “Lord of Hliðskjalf”, “High One”, “Visitor of the Hanged”,  “Blinder With Death/Host Blinder”, “Hang Jaw”, “Host Father”, “Host Gautr”, ” Host Lord”, “Host Glad/Glad of War/Glad in Battle”, “Host God”, “Battle Wolf”,  “God of battle”, “Engager of Battle”, “Helm Bearer”, “Screamer” (that's very ominous..), “Famous Lord/Mound Lord”, “Inciter/Thruster/Shaker”, “One Eyed”, “Hatter", “High One”, “Raven-tester”, “Raven God", “Fetterer/Ripper", “Blusterer”, “Roarer”, “Lord of Gods”, “God”

Hrossharsgrani – “Horse-hair Mustache”, “Whet Courage (Mood)”, “Roarer”, “Splendid Ruler”, “Just As High”, “Yellow-brown Back”, “Gelding”, “Iron Grim”, “Horse-wolf/Bear”, “Yule-father”, ”Yule", “Mighty One”, “Old Man”, “Nourisher”, “Long Beard”, “Shaggy Cloak Wearer”, "Lord of Light"

"Lord of the Wild Hunt", “Son of Borr”, “User/Enjoyer”, “Frenzied One” (Old Norse),  “Frenzy”, “Divine Inspiration”, “Breath",  “Opener”, “Boomer/One Whose Voice Resounds”, “Wished For/Fulfiller of Desire”, “Master of Fury”, “Red Moustache”, “Wagon God”, “Chief”, “God of Runes”, “Mover of Constellations”, “Truth Getter/He Who Guesses Right”, “Truth”, “The Truthful”, “Longbeard”, “Slouch Hat” or “Broad Brim” or “Deep Hood”, ”Long Beard,” “Broad Beard”, “Victory Bringer”, “Father of Victory”, “Victory Gautr”, “Victory Protection”, “Victory Author”, “Victory Tree”, “Victory Successful", “Victory Sure”,  “Victory God”, “King/Trembler”, “Treachery Ruler”, “Son of Bestla”,  “Friend of the Goths” "Speedy One", “Luller to Sleep/Dream", “Fleeting/Changeable”, “Wise One”, “Wise One”, ”Sweller", “Welcome One”, “Quarreler/Raging, Furious”, "Third”, “Triple”, “Burgeoning/Inciter to Strife”, “Strength”, “Sweller”, “Lean/Pale”, “Double”, “Twice Blind”, “Beloved”, “Foe of the Wolf ”, “Dangler", “Wayfarer”, “Swinger of Gungnir”, “Awakener/Vigilant”,  “Ruler of Gallows”, “Ruler of Heaven”, “Father of the Slain”, “Slain Gautr/Gautr of the Slain”, “Chooser of the Slain”, “Slain Tame/The Warrior”, “Slain God”, “Slain Receiver”, “Wayfarer/Waytamer”, “God of Men/God of Being”, “Stormer/Ruler of Weather”, “Contrary Screamer”, “Killer”, “Swinger”, “Friend of Loptr”, “Friend of Lóðurr”, “Friend of Mímir”, “Friend of Altars", “Master of Fury” (Gothic), “Dangler”, “Phallus”, “Smith of Battle”, “Master of Fury” (Allemanic, Burgundian)", “Master of Fury” (Frisian), "Wise Victory Tree", “Wolf”, "Wolf’s Danger", “Wish”,  “Terrible One”, “Stormy”

Equivalents• Mercury (Roman), Indra (Hindu), Thoth (egyptation)

Signs they reaching out• seeing his signs, seeing him in a dream, seeing his family and him in dreams, seeing his animals, seeing imagery of him.

Vows/omans• seeing his animals, his blood pact of brothership with loki, and his marriage vows.

Number• 9

Morals• questionably lawfully chaotic

Courting• Frigg

Past lovers/crushes• Jord, some say Freyja, and some say he's married to Freyja and Frigg.

Personality• trickster, his deminer can change easily, one saga describes Odin, “when he sat with his friends, he gladdened the spirits of all of them, but when he was at war, his demeanor was terrifyingly grim.” this shows that he can be a very kind and accepting deity, but he also has another side, so when worshiping his war epithets be aware of this, he is quite competitive. He is also serious and demands respect.

Home• Vahalha

Mortal or immortal • mortal

Fact• He often changed genders just to get passed obstacles

Curses• no knowledge, not being able to go home or know who you are.

Blessings• knowledge, someone coming out of a battle as the victor

Roots• Germanic paganism, perhaps rooted from the Anglo- Saxon gods

Friends• Mimir, loki used to be his friend, Frigg (his wife), Lóðurr, loptr

Parentage• Bestla, and Borr

Siblings• Ve and Vili, loki

Pet• 2 talking ravens called Huginn and Muninn, a magical horse called, Sleipnir, two wolves called Geri and Freki,

Children • Thor, Balder, Hod, Hermod, Heimdall, Vidar, and Vali. 

Appearance in astral or gen• Odin is frequently portrayed as one-eyed and white long-bearded, long-haired, wielding a spear named Gungnir or appearing in disguise wearing a cloak and a broad hat and a golden ring, and in the 'astral' he can be seen as anything, but mostly in a human-like form (never seen him in a dream or astral personally.)

Festivals • Yule.

Day • Wednesday.

Status• Ruler of Asier, the father of the gods, has an army of the dead, powerful.

What angers them• disrespect, betraying oaths, and ignoring him.

The music they like• I take it Viking and hunting and gothic/metal music.

Planet• Murcery

Tarot cards• hanging man, the magician, the priestess, the chariot, the

hermit, death, suit of swords.

Reminds me of• goth, bikers (motorcycles), yelling

Scents/Inscene • sandalwood, sage, cedar, mugwort, basically all his herbs except the dangerous ones.

Prayers• Prayer for Wisdom in Teaching

Allfather, Ancient One Eye-plucked Wanderer Teacher of Runes and Mead-stealer Bless me, keep me As  I wander and in gift-for-gift, Teach others from Your path

https://sarenth.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/prayers-to-odin/

The Ninefold Blessing of the Allfather

Grace me, Father, with the blessings of the breath of life, and, with the lips that shape the ond into forms beautiful and terrible Grace me, Father, with the blessings of the Runes, with the markings that break fetters and heal the sick Grace me, Father, with the blessings of wisdom, with the discernment and care it brings, with the faculties to use it properly Grace me, Father, with the blessings of pain, with the forging and strength it bestows, with the edge it sharpens Grace me, Father, with the blessings of inspiration, with the knowledge and comprehension it gives, with the ways it opens Grace me, Father, with the blessings of joy, with the openness of receptivity and growth, its seeds, with the way it enlivens life Grace me, Father, with the blessings of power, with the ability to choose and stand firm, with the ability to change the world around me Grace me, Father, with the blessings of intelligence, with the ability to comprehend and deduce the meaning of things, to understand the world in all its complexities Grace me, Father, with the blessings of faith, with the trust and determination to embrace it, to always reach to understand You and the World better, in all the ways I can

https://sarenth.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/prayers-to-odin/

Links/websites/sources • https://www.britannica.com/topic/Odin-Norse-deity https://norse-mythology.org/gods-and-creatures/the-aesir-gods-and-goddesses/odin/#:~:text=As%20mentioned%20above%2C%20Odin's%20name,can%20take%20countless%20different%20forms. https://www.worldhistory.org/odin/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odin https://wytchofthenorth.wordpress.com/2013/04/16/odin-and-herbs-ask-me-about-odin/ https://wanderingwomanwondering.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/deity-offerings-series-for-odin/ https://www.norseshamanism.online/blog-norse-shamanism/offerings-to-odin-and-how-to-make-offerings-to-odin https://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/odin/writing/altars-and-offerings-for-odin.html https://odindevoted.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/offerings/https://study.com/academy/lesson/yggdrasil-the-tree-of-life-norse-mythology-symbol.html#:~:text=Yggdrasil%20is%20a%20tree%20in,god%20in%20the%20Norse%20pantheon. https://www.tumblr.com/alder-bos/669862051714318336/deities-and-their-tarot-cards-long-post

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

ODIN DOES NOT SUPPORT NAZIS

[door]

agatha loves vegetables. i knew that there were dogs who genuinely did, but vista was always picky at best and disdainful at worst if i offered her a fruit or a veggie. aggy genuinely loves the following:

carrots broccoli blueberries asparagus cauliflower cucumber

which is funny but also unfortunate because i eat a lot of these and now agatha fully expects i will share them with her. but i don't want to

[swimmingcherryblossomdinosaur]

i just realized something. Hear me out!!

So, you know those videos on YouTube and TikTok and Instagram, where there are dog owners who actually feed their dogs raw, biologically acceptable diets? Like, meats and some steamed veggies and pumpkin and all that? Yeah. Those videos.

Now, stick with me on this one. The sooner ya do, the better off we're all gonna be.

Basically, what if people did the same for their monster lovers or housemates or children? Like, say you have a vampire housemate, and you're like, "Tonight for dinner, Angie is getting some live rats" or "Tonight for dinner, Darren is feasting on our creepy neighbor" because vampires would probably be like reptiles, where you have to feed live prey.

And werewolves, obviously, you have to feed raw meat. Now, keep in mind, they'd naturally have a partially raw diet; that means they eat human food like we do, but their wolf forms probably want meat. And lots of it. So it's something like, "Tonight for dinner, Shiloh is getting venison and ground bone, some green tripe, some chicken hearts, a whole chicken breast, some human remains, pork chunks steamed blueberries and asparagus, and topping it off with a cookie because they helped me with chores today."

Hell, lamias probably would be fed like snakes are, with live prey, so there ya go. Just feed them some small monsters or a whole chicken, and you'll be okay. :)

[running2reanimation]

@tulipsempai - I blame you for this.

Ketchup

The King of Condiments.

It hadn't been that long since he'd inherited the cart from his old man. Maybe a month, but really, he'd been working the business for as long as he could hold a stick.

He twirled the dog and handed it to the little girl with a long mastered flourish, drawing and excited gasp and a admiring "Ooooh" from somewhere nearby.

A golden child charged down to his cart, only barely avoiding crashing into the girl and her family. They stared wide-eyed at the cart and at the corn dogs prepped and ready for frying, "What are they?"

"Corn dogs," He smiled down at the inquisitive tot, "If you want one you hafta' ask your parent."

"Okay!" And the child was off like a shot back up the hill, just as the tall orange stick crested the hill.

"Dad! Dad! Can I get a corn dog?" The kid asked as the guy leaned down with his hands on his knees, clearly catching his breath.

"That's not exactly a healthy lunch," The tall stick wheezed, straightening up while the excited kid tugged at his pant leg.

"Pleeeease, I'll... I'll eat all my vegetables at supper tonight!" They wheedled, and the Dad placed a hand on their head, clearly about to relent.

"Promise? Even if it's asparagus?" They made a face but nodded with a sigh.

"Even s'gus."

"Okay then," Dad nodded, turning to look at him finally, "How much?"

"Two bucks each."

He dug into his wallet and handed him a five, "Two corndogs, keep the change."

"You got it, big guy. Two dogs, coming right up," With a grin, he set to work his magic. Obviously it wasn't actual magic, but it was enough to have the kid enraptured.

"So what are we putting on this thing?" He asked, twirling the dog casually.

"Put on it?" The kid tilted his head curiously.

"Like ketchup, mustard, relish, mayo." They looked at their Dad.

"I usually just get mustard on mine."

"Then I want mustard too!"

"You sure? Mustard's pretty sour. Usually people like ketchup better - it's considered the king of condiments, y'know?"

"Condiments?"

"The stuff you put on corn dogs. N' burgers, n' stuff," He explained, twirling the ketchup now. The kid put a hand to his chin, before shaking his head.

"I want mustard too! Dad is King, and his con-condeemint is mustard!"

"Okie-dokie!" With a casual flick of the wrists, he drew a little smile on the corn dog, then deftly grabbed and dressed the other one, "Here you lovely folk are, two of the best corn dogs in the city, courtesy of your pal, Ketchup."

Technically his name wasn't Ketchup, but he sold more dogs with a funky nickname than his real one. Having your food prepared by Rust didn't really... appeal.

"Oh! You're King too! King of the Condeemints!" The kid beamed up at him, before taking a big bite of his corn dog, "Mmmm!"

As the two walked away, Ketchup couldn't help but feel more than a little confuse

--

The kid and his Dad came by the park every Saturday. And Ketchup was always there (at least in spring, summer and autumn) to sell them corn dogs.

And eventually Ketchup learned what the kid - Gold - meant. His Dad's name was King. So they were both Kings. So they were both royal, which according to the twig's logic meant they had to get married.

Wasn't that crazy?

--

"Looking forward to the cultural festival tonight?" Ketchup asked, handing the pair their usual, corn dogs with mustard.

"Yeah!" Gold nodded, still full of that same enthusiasm he'd had as a kid, "Are you gonna set up there?"

"Nah, costs too much. Besides, if I'm selling, I can't go as an attendee."

"Oh, you're going? Maybe we'll see you there?" King seemed surprised to hear that Ketchup might go.

"Maybe," Ketchup winked and Gold looked between him and his Dad before giggling. Fortunately King was as oblivious as ever, and just arched an eyebrow.

"I think I missed the joke."

"Don't worry about it," Ketchup reassured and Gold rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I'm actually about to close up. Gotta go get cleaned up if I want to go out in public."

"Alright then. See you, Ketchup!" He really should get around to admitting that's not his name.

[writernopal]

no one really asked for this personal milestone update but i actually kind of enjoy cooking now??? i never used to like because i wasnt very good at it (im still pretty green tbh) but ive made some really tasty things lately, most of which tastes like something i could get at a restaurant! and then when i go out im actually starting to be like 'yeah my version is better' or 'i wish i had just eaten at home' or 'i wanna eat my leftovers!' anyway its a real gamechanger for me and huge confidence boost. not to mention it feels like i've made it because i can feed myself yummy food! and it feels like i really care about myself because i spend the time making something nutritious and delicious! anyways here are some pics of stuff i've made recently because im really proud and i want to share 💙 (note, a few of these meals were made in group cooking sessions with my sisters and Mr. Nopal! but most are my doing!)

Row 1: Beef wrapped enoki mushrooms w/white rice and blanched bok choy. Tamagoyaki w/white rice, furikake and blanched bok choy. Korean bibimbap.

Row 2: Japanese beef gyudon w/white rice and blanched bok choy. Edamame rice pilaf and fried egg. Shoyu chicken w/white rice and roasted broccoli and brussel sprout mix.

Row 3: Homemade chipotle carnitas bowl. Lemon chicken acini di pepe w/roasted broccoli. Herb chicken thighs, oven-baked crunchy potatoes w/roasted broccoli.

Row 4: Dry rub mala spiced ribs, tomahawk steak, hot dogs, and grilled asparagus and broccolini. Herb crusted chicken thigh, spicy italian sausage, bone marrow risotto, and roasted brussel sprouts. Pasta with homemade bone broth marinara sauce and herb crusted chicken thighs.

Row 5: Spam fried rice. Homemade applesauce puff pastry brie cups.

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

Spring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed?

Asparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?

I do a lot of things to relieve stress, being in the therapy business. Go to therapy myself. Practice yoga (I have a great downward dog). Join practice battles with my team. But mostly, I tend to either watch terrible romcoms about it, scream about it (karaoke or howl session), or eat sweets about it. Very healthy strategies.

Unpopular… hm. I think Grass-types are the coolest, between Fire, Water, and Grass.

[deardjarin]

i’ll settle for one day

frankie “catfish” morales x f!reader

you finally get to spend some much needed alone time with your husband.

words: 2k

warnings: smut, sub (ish?) frankie, oral (f receiving), handjobs

a/n: i love u frankie

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“I mean, it doesn’t taste that burnt.”

You groan, shaking your head as Frankie pushes a slab of ham around with his fork. You’re sure he’s just saying it to be nice, because he quickly reaches for his beer to wash the taste down.

“I’m sorry, babe,” You say sadly, staring down at the charred meat. “I’ll stick with chicken nuggets and mac from now on.”

Frankie laughs, and focuses on the grilled vegetables instead. You curse yourself for the hundredth time tonight; the one time Eva is out of the house you fuck up dinner.

Mr. and Mrs. Morales had been kind enough to watch your little girl for the night. It’s been ages since you and Frankie have had a night to yourself; a one-year-old is a lot of work.

“We can order Chinese later if you’re hungry,” You note, putting your fork down.

“S’okay, cariño,” He says through a mouthful of asparagus. “There’s something else I’d rather eat.”

You scoff at his crudeness, but don’t ignore the way your stomach churns.

The two of you make small talk as you eat whatever edible is left on your plates. Not much of the meat is salvageable, but you make do with the vegetables and mashed potatoes.

Your old CD player changes the track, and Frankie perks up as the opening chords of Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac play.

“Honey, it’s our song,” He says happily, standing up after finishing his beer.

You take his hand and stand when he approaches, giggling when he wraps his free arm around your waist. Moving to the beat of the music, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…”

Frankie sways you back and forth in his arms, murmuring the lyrics under his breath. Your heart is full as the two of you dance around the kitchen, stepping on each other’s toes. Frankie spins you under his arm and you laugh, knocking his worn baseball cap off of his head.

“You goof,” He chides lightly, resting his hands on your waist. He gently pushes you against the kitchen counter before leaning down and kissing you. He’s always so gentle with you, and it makes your entire body sing. Pulling him closer, you grip onto the soft material of his worn t-shirt.

“Bedroom?” Frankie asks, a bit breathless, grabbing at the top of your leggings.

“We have to do the dishes,” You remind him.

“Dishes can wait.”

He’s right- you can do dishes any day, but there are only ever a few moments where you two are alone.

The CD switches to the next track, but you don’t care; the two of you stumble to the bedroom in a flurry of kisses and touches. Once inside, Frankie kicks the door closed with a loud thump, pushing you against the edge of the bed. Your lips leave each other for a moment, just enough that you can scoot back to the middle of the comforter, before Frankie is on top of you again.

“Baby,” He hums, fiddling with the hem of your tank top, and pulling it off. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Frankie!” You laugh as he kisses your stomach, ghosting his lips over your warm skin. He messes with your leggings, pulling the tight material down your legs.

Frankie hurriedly takes off his shirt and sweeps his curls out of his face. His body isn’t as trim as it once was since he left the military, but he’s still perfect: still your Frankie. His dog tags clink against each other, resting against his skin. You reach out and thumb the Francisco A. Morales that’s stamped on the metal.

He’s back on top of you in an instant. Searching for some friction, you subconsciously rub your thighs together. You’re already embarrassingly wet, and your husband seems to notice.

“Please, honey, l-let me taste you.”

You nod vigorously, shivering when Frankie groans into your neck. His big, calloused hands move up and down your bare sides, grasping onto your warm skin like it’s the last thing he’ll ever touch.

Ever so gently, he pulls you forward so you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at your navy blue panties, his eyes are wide and dark with arousal as he moves your thighs apart. Your chest heaves, and this damn bra is digging into your skin. Disgruntled, you undo the back clasp with relative ease and toss the stupid thing onto the floor.

“I- love you,” Frankie breathes, voice cracking.

“Oh, hon,” You coo, reaching out and cupping his face in your hands. You run your thumb over his bottom lip, which is wet from kissing, and stroke his scruff. His big brown eyes shine with oncoming tears; he always gets emotional during intimate moments with you. “I love you too. Never forget that, okay?”

Frankie nods, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

You sit up straight so you can press a kiss to his forehead, and your partner takes that as a sign for him to settle onto his knees. He starts by placing timid kisses on the inside of your thighs, his mustache tickling your skin. You run your hand through his soft curls, twirling the dark hair between your fingers.

“So pretty, baby,” He mumbles, brushing his fingertips over your clothed cunt.

“Fuck, Frankie…” You groan. He slips his fingers under the waistband, urging you to lift your bottom up so he can take off your panties.

He eats you out like it’s his last meal.

You can’t help but shout when he first drags his tongue over your soaked opening. He’s a little sloppy, a little messy, but it still feels like heaven. You jerk forward when his nose bumps against your swollen clit.

“N-no touching yourself,” You stammer when you notice Frankie has one hand between his legs. He grunts, frustrated, against you, but isn’t dumb enough to disobey. His right hand returns to its place on your thigh. “Good boy.”

In response to the praise, Frankie moves his attention to your clit. A broken moan falls from your lips. You curse when your partner slips a finger inside of you, curling it slightly.

You let him stay between your thighs for a while; you know how much he gets off on getting you off. But, when your legs start to feel numb and there’s a familiar pressure in your stomach, you gently push him away.

“Frankie, I don’t want to cum yet,” You tell him. He rests his cheek against the inside of your thigh, nuzzling into you. “Let me feel you, yeah?”

The man nods and hums his agreement, clumsily standing up off of the floor. You eye the outline of his hard dick in his jeans, and you can’t help but reach out to squeeze his length.

“Mph,” Frankie hums, rocking his hips forward into your hand.

“Take these damn pants off,” You order, and he scrambles to obey.

“You should wear these jeans more,” You say casually. “They make your ass look good.”

Frankie looks away and chuckles, kicking his jeans off of his legs. You bite back a laugh when you see the small cat illustrations on his boxers. He stands between your legs, letting you rest your hands on his hips. You trail your fingers down the dark hair that leads to his crotch, and his abdomen flexes in response.

Ever so slowly, you take his cock out of the fabric.

Frankie groans as you take his warm length in your hand. He’s already rock hard and leaking, tip flushed an angry red from the teasing. You give him a tentative stroke; his hips jerk and he thrusts up into your hand.

“Feels good?” You tantalize, using your free hand to massage the base of his cock.

“Yeah,” Frankie moans, low and pleased.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Frankie?”

He actually whimpers, nodding vigorously.

Giddy, you shuffle back onto the bed, leaning back onto the pillows. After removing his boxers, he climbs on top of you, the bed dipping from his weight and his cock bobbing. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Frankie kisses you with so much force that it knocks the air from your lungs. He whimpers against your lips, jerking his hips forward so his cock slides between your folds.

“Always so desperate,” You tease, breathless, as he drags his mouth over your neck.

“Lemme fuck you, sweetheart,” He pleads between kisses. “Wanna fuck you so bad, m’so hard for you.”

“Dammit, Frankie,” You curse, moaning when the tip of his cock bumps against your sensitive clit.

You’re too impatient to make him wait a little longer, or beg for it more, so you just nod and tap your heel against his back. He reaches down with one hand to grip the base of his cock, and slowly guide himself into you. Both of you moan when he’s all the way in, hips flushed against yours.

You feel stuffed.

“C’mon,” You groan, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He sets a steady pace, thrusting into you deep and then pulling out so far that only the tip is in you. Between feverish kisses, you clench down around him whenever he moans or whines in your ear. He’s a talker if you’ve ever heard one: praises like such a tight little pussy and feels s’good, baby fall from his lips. You nearly scream when his rough thumb comes down on your swollen clit, rubbing quick circles against the nerves. The drag of his cock against your walls has you gripping onto his broad shoulders.

“Holy sh-it,” He groans, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. He stills for a moment, catching his breath. His tags are pressed between your bodies, surely leaving an imprint on your skin.

“Not yet,” You warn when you feel him squeeze himself. “Not before I do.”

“Yeah, mi amor, of course,” He murmurs, his mustache scraping against your cheek.

You hum your approval before he picks up the pace again.

You moan with every thrust into your wet cunt, clenching around Frankie’s thick length. He slips his hand under your thigh, lifting your leg up enough to hit deep inside you.

“Fuck, right there!” You shout, thighs beginning to shake from the pleasure. Frankie pants and grunts in your ear, and you’re almost there, you just need-

With a shaky hand, your husband presses down on your clit and rubs.

You shout as you reach your peak, stomach twisting as you spasm around Frankie’s cock. He speeds up his thrusts, obviously working himself towards his own release. Your pussy aches, a little overstimulated, but you lie there and take it.

“You can cum now, baby- did so good, cum for me.”

Twisting his face in pure pleasure, Frankie’s hips stutter and he sinks in all the way, spilling his release inside of you.

“Fuuuck,” He groans loudly as his cock twitches a few more times. You can feel the warmth of his cum, which sends a spark of arousal down your spine.

The two of you are still for a moment, catching your breath. Frankie looks completely wrecked: his curls are wild and unruly, and his cheeks are flushed red.

Slowly, you hold out your arms, a silent plea for him to touch you. Frankie engulfs you in what can only be described as a bear hug, peppering kisses down your jaw. You whine when he rolls you onto your side, his cock slipping out of your spent cunt.

“Hi,” You whisper, nose so close to his that they’re almost touching.

“Hi,” Frankie echoes with a smile. Drawing abstract shapes on your back, he gently rubs at your shoulder blades.

“I missed nights like this,” You say quietly, staring deep into your husband’s soulful eyes. “We need to give Eva to your parents more often.”

Frankie laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before sitting up. You immediately miss his body next to yours.

“I’ll get us cleaned up,” He says, squeezing your thigh before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom.

You lie on the bed, waiting for him to return, overwhelmed with love.

[jordie-gvf]

the christmas song, josh kiszka

warnings : fluff, domestic josh, baby wearing, holiday dinners

word count : 1.3k+

You and Josh were hosting Christmas this year. Except, this year, there was an addition to 634 Grover Lane, and that would be Ivy and Chloe.

As soon as they were born, Josh ordered an “Our First Christmas” ornament with their names on it  from the Bronners website. 

You got Christmas cards and glued the Christmas menu on the back. You mailed them out to his family in Michigan. When you were younger, all you ever dreamed of was, hosting Christmas dinner, and now you got to do that, with three other people, and a dog. 

You and Josh had sat down and planned everything you were making for dinner. You guys had approximately 7 people plus their guests. You were making a ham and a turkey, sweet potato casserole, twice baked potatoes, asparagus, brussel sprouts, and green beans for the entree. As far as appetizers, you were making homemade tomato soup with fresh croutons. Dessert wise, you had already made candied pecans, cherry pie, and apple pie. You two always planned months in advance, to get your finances together to buy all of the food. 

The themes for dinner were comfy cozy, so when you sent the invites out you made sure to specify that they could dress comfortably if they chose to.

When you woke up Christmas morning, you felt around for Josh. He wasn't in the bed next to you. You went into the girls room to see if they were in there, no babies. You heard Josh talking downstairs. 

You walked down the stairs and heard baby babbles. “Yeah? Did that really happen? That's crazy!” Josh was talking to them. You walked into the kitchen to see Josh, wearing both babies and cooking at the same time. He turned to you and you saw your babies eyes light up at the sight of you. Ivy had her head on Josh’s bare chest and Chloe had her hands stuck out towards you. You grabbed Chloe out of his hands and held onto her for a few minutes.

“Chocolate chip pancakes coming up, Mama.” Josh told you. You made your iced coffee and put Chloe and Ivy in their respective high chairs. You helped Josh carry the food over to the table. You made formula and cut their fruit real small for them. Josh put two pancakes on a plate for you and handed it to you. He grabbed some for himself and started eating.

He grabbed your hand and asked you, “How’d you sleep, Mama?” 

“Good, what about you?” you responded

“I fell asleep on you, of course I slept well.” 

You laughed at him and smiled. 

You showered and got dressed in your attire for the night and went downstairs to get started. You saw Josh on the floor with Ivy and Chloe. He was rolling around with them while they were playing. The laughter of your children made you smile.

You went into the kitchen and made some coffee. Josh came over to you and said, “I'll put them down for a nap?” You nodded and he walked away to put them to sleep. He grabbed two bottles from the fridge to give to them. He put them in the warmer and put the ring sling on. One thing Josh loved about having twins was holding them to his chest. 

He put them both in and got their bottles and gave them to them. They were able to hold them at their age. He came over to you when they were done and said, “Give kisses to Mama.”

You gave them kisses and Josh took them upstairs. You put the brined turkey and  ham in the oven to start cooking. 

Josh came back down to see you starting on the tomato soup. He asked if he could help with anything and you gave him a cutting board, a few pots, some baking pans, a knife, and the other vegetables. He caught what you were laying down and started cutting the vegetables. He put the cut sweet potatoes in a pot with boiling water and put the whole white potatoes in the oven. 

Sam had shown up first. He brought Rosie with him, her and Two Socks were siblings. Two Socks was named Two Socks because he had two white paws. They gravitated towards each other and started playing together. First thing Sam said was, “Where are my nieces?” 

Josh said, “They’re upstairs, sleeping. Leave them alone Samuel.” 

You laughed and said, “When they wake up you can go get them, Sam.” 

The food had been cooked and left out to cool off for a few minutes. You called out to Sam, “Sammy, they're awake.” 

“How do you know that?” he asked you, intrigued.

“I'm their mother, I always know.” you said to him. Karen laughed and said, “She's right Sam, a mother always knows.” Sam walked upstairs and you got them bottles ready. Jake followed Sam upstairs, racing to get to them first. 

They both came down, each with a baby in their hand. You handed them burp cloths and bottles. They sat on the couch with Ivy and Chloe, feeding them. Josh came up behind them and said, “The both of them are going to be so protected. I know it.” Jake leaned back and said, “It's crazy how much they look like you, both of them.” 

Sam piped up and said, “Unfortunately for them.” Josh hit him on the back of the head and Chloe finished her bottle. Josh grabbed the bottle from Sam and walked away to wash it. You called the three Kiszka boys over and grabbed Chloe from Sam. Jake handed you the bottle and gave Ivy to Josh. Chloe had fallen asleep on you, so you put her on the large ottoman in the living room and put a soft blanket over her. 

You walked back over and saw Ivy asleep on Karen. You offered to take her so that Karen could eat, but she said it was fine. As soon as you sat down to eat, you heard Chloe crying. You sighed and Josh stood up and said, “Eat. I've got her.” 

He tended to the oldest and took her upstairs. When he came back down, he said, “She fell asleep on the way up the stairs.” He kissed the side of your head and sat back down to eat. 

The entire Kiszka family had a wonderful Christmas dinner, Nat King Cole playing softly in the background.

You had all finished eating and Sam said, “Wait! I never come empty handed.” He got up and went to his car. He came back inside with a few large pink bags in his hand. He had them labeled, “Coco” and “Ivster”

He sat them under the tree and said, “It's clothes and a few toys.” You hugged him and said, “Thank you, Sam.” 

Ronnie and his parents were the first to leave. Then Jake and Deanna, who was one of your best friends. Sam stuck around, helping with the dishes and the overall clean up. You heard Chloe crying from their room and you went to see what was wrong. 

You saw her in her crib, arms held out. You grabbed her and changed her, then went to your bedroom. You had already been in comfy clothes, so you just grabbed a wrap to put her in. You walked back downstairs and overheard Sam and Josh. “Do you want any more?” Sam had asked him.

You heard Josh say, “God, I'd love more. But that's not up to me. I don't have to carry that weight around for 9 months and then deliver. I want a boy.” 

“You want a boy? I always saw you with girls. You're definitely a girl dad.” Sam said. 

You came up behind them as they were washing the dishes and rested your head on Josh’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, he is a girl dad.” 

[fictionkinfessions]

mundane memories time!!!!!!!!!!

i remember this one time, shadow was still pretty new to the whole "chilling" thing, so i dragged him to get chili dogs with me. i would've invited the whole gang but he kinda got overwhelmed easily, him and tails had a lotta similarities like that - like tails hated the sound of velcro and the texture of asparagus.

anyways! chili dogs ! i got a bunch and some fries and sodas and we sat outside and fucking ate!! i think he liked them, was kinda confused but he ate his share, when i gave him sauces to try with the fries he really liked hot sauce and hated mayo.

i spent ages just talking about shit and he just kinda listened. i tried to ask him mundane stuff to get to know him, but i think he got frustrated when he didnt know the answer, so i pinky promised i was going to help him figure out the answers. he acted all annoyed but he didnt leave or seem too mad so i count it as an absolute win.

honestly ive got a lotta good memories around eating w people, i think one of my favorite things to do was go out and fuckin monch. great bonding experience.

amy loved food so we started this whole complicated chart rating every kind of food weve eaten, categorizing it by location and culture, and rating what we liked and didnt like. we also just had a big restaurant tier list. wed usually recruit tails and knuckles to help us research food history, tails was always happy to research and knuckles had an interest in cultures.

i somehow memorized a lot of things (impressive given my attention span and shit memories) my friends liked and didnt like in foods. idk, it made me feel cool bringing them their fav foods or reccomending them shit

- sonic

x

[ourtearsofrain]

All Of Me (J.M.K/O.C) (Save a Horse Universe)

Summary: As their relationship develops, Austin knows that he needs to tell Josh a key aspect of his identity; but every time he tries, his nerves take over, afraid of losing him. He’s finally “forced” into the perfect opportunity as Josh gets handsy after their date, pushing aside his fears to tell him.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Male O.C.

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Word Count:  6k

Warnings: discussions of negative experiences with past partners in relation to gender identity, brief explanation of biological sex anatomy from a trans man, crying, smoking/drinking wine, oral (M receiving), vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, praise

A/N: This new addition to the SAHRAC Uni takes place fairly early on into their relationship, so a little after Salty Dogs, Anyone? (That being said, this is a fic within an established universe, so it definitely helps if you read at least Ride a Cowboy and Salty Dogs, Anyone? beforehand)

I wanted to wrap pride month up with this, I hope everyone had a very good, very gay June. Remember the first pride was a riot, led by trans women of color; trans people are and have always been a core pillar of our history in the fight for equal rights.

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“Good afternoon, darlin’.”

“Hey baby, how are you?” Austin closes his front door behind himself, clicking the lock into place as he resists the urge to grin at the pet name. Even after having been “official” for nearly two weeks, he still got butterflies at each little name Josh had bestowed upon him.

He slots his hand into Josh’s before offering him a ‘hello’ kiss, beginning their short walk towards the Saturday Market that they never missed. “Been doin’ alright. Doin’ even better now. How about you?”

“I’m good, and excited. I can’t wait to show you how to make that Basil and Pesto Pasta recipe. I swear to god, it’s the best thing you’ll ever eat.”

Austin cocks an eyebrow at him, amused at his enthusiasm and continuous claims of just how good this dish was. “Is that a promise?”

“You fucking bet it is. If you don’t like it, then… ok, I’m not exactly sure what’ll happen if you don’t, but that doesn’t matter cause you’re gonna love it.”

“Mhm, right. So, what do we needa get for it today?”

“Uhhh hold on,” Josh pats his pockets frantically, shifting through everything he kept shoved in each until he pulls out a tattered scrap of paper. “We’ll need some fresh basil and asparagus, and maybe a fresh lemon and bunch of garlic. Hopefully that pasta vendor is set up, we need linguine too. The rest of the ingredients I already have, so that should do it.”

He slips the paper back into his pocket as the market comes into view, the vendors set up along the edge close enough that the smell of their fresh produce and baked goods wafted towards the men as they crossed the street. “Sounds fantastic already, darlin’. Great choice for a late lunch.”

“I know right! It’s amazing, you’ll see.”

“Lotta big talk from you, Kiszka; you’re playin’ a dangerous game by raisin’ my expectations like this.”

“Only talking it up cause I know you’ll love it. I’d like to think that I know you very well, Austin. If I do say so myself.”

Don’t know everything about me… Austin rubs at the back of his neck nervously, his eyes finding the ground. “I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin’-”

“Oh. My. God.”

Austin’s mind races at Josh’s reaction, completely uncaring that he had cut off what he wanted to be a serious conversation as he looks around them for whatever could have caused his interruption. “What?!”

Instead of responding, Josh darts away from Austin, headed straight for a flower stand as he barely even glances back in his eagerness. Finding his side, Austin quickly realizes exactly what had gotten Josh so excited as he picks up a bunch of daffodils, turning towards him with a lopsided grin full of nothing but love. “Your favorite, right?”

Oh my lord. How is one man so goddamn sweet? Austin’s slight frustration that had begun to grow completely melts away as Josh looks between him and the flowers, looking over each to make sure there were no imperfections or wilted petals. “It is, darlin’. You remembered?”

“Of course I did, wanted to know what flowers you liked so I can get them for you.”

Austin’s cheeks tint pink under Josh’s gaze, suddenly growing bashful. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to. No one ever get you flowers before?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Well, I’m changing that.” Josh leaves him before he can respond, quickly making his way over to the vendor and paying for the bundle as Austin can do nothing but watch him in awe. “These are for you.” He offers him that same grin as he hands them to Austin, his cheeks tinting in the soft midday light.

“You didn’t have to… but thank you, darlin’.”

“Of course. Now, I believe we are on a mission, although I will inevitably get sidetracked. Help me stay focused?”

“Sir yes sir.” Austin offers a weak salute as best he can with the hand holding the flowers, his other hand once again in Josh’s as they set off to find the ingredients they needed for their meal.

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“So, I’m gonna be honest, most of the ingredients were originally in grams so my recipe is a conversion, and more based on how much of something feels right.”

“I bake more than cook so imma letcha take the lead for this one, sound good?”

“Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m the oldest of 4, I’m good at bossing people around.”

Austin barks out a laugh as they set in on preparing the ingredients, Josh barely sparing a glance at his recipe as he had made the dish so many times that he nearly had it committed to memory, while Austin trails behind him waiting for instruction. It doesn’t take too long for them to finish, both men serving themselves up plates before meeting at Josh’s dinner table. Josh props his head up with his hands under his chin, eyes glued to Austin as he waits for him to try the fruit of their labors.

As Austin brings the forkful of pasta to his mouth and takes the first bite, Josh’s eyes go wide, his eyebrows slightly raising as he meets his gaze. “Oh-”

“Oh???”

“This is… this is fuckin’ fantastic. Holy shit, darlin’, you weren’t kiddin’.” Austin takes another large bite, having spent so much of his day devoted to cooking that he had forgotten to eat much else.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Amazing. See, I told you.” Josh grins wide at him before setting in on his own plate, both falling into a comfortable silence as they eat. When they finish, they work together to clean up their mess; all the while, Austin’s mind circles the conversation he had tried to have with Josh earlier, knowing that their time together would come to an end soon. Just as he’s thought he found the perfect way to bring it up, Josh’s voice captures his attention from the fridge as he cleans the last pan.

“Oh my god, I completely forgot. I got us a white wine to go with the pesto pasta. I guess I was so excited to make it that I overlooked it when grabbing ingredients.”

A small frown passes over Josh’s face as Austin dries his hands and meets him, taking the bottle from him to set it on the counter. “Aw, that’s alright, darlin’. I mean, it is almost five and I don’t have any other plans for the day. I can always stay here; we can watch a movie and crack this open.”

“Really?” His face lights up at the offer, already looking around to find a wine corkscrew and glasses.

“Of course. Is Jacob home though?”

“No, he’s at Sebastian’s. Why?” A mischievous look passes over his face as he glances over at Austin, his hands pausing on their way to the wine glasses stashed in the cupboard.

“Get your mind outta the gutter, Joshua.” Swatting him lightly, he finds the corkscrew and sets in on uncorking the bottle. “I was just askin’ cause I didn’t wanna disrupt him by watchin’ somethin’ in the livin’ room if he wanted to make dinner or have Sebastian over.”

“Mhmmm, right. That’s what they all say. But yeah, Jake spends most nights at Seb’s now, so I have the place to myself a lot of the time. No complaints here, I’d rather have them subject Sebastian’s neighbors to the sound of their… fun… instead of having to hear it myself.”

As he laughs lightly, anxiety creeps into his mind as Josh pours them both a glass before handing it to him and pulling him in the direction of the living room. “By the way, uh… I know we haven’t- we haven’t had like, sex sex. Like, you know we’ve had our fun, but we haven’t… gone all the way. Is that ok? I mean we have been together for like two weeks, and I know most people our age have- have done that with their partner by that mark.”

“Of course it is. I love sex, but I don’t want to do anything until you do. No pressure, ever. I’ll wait as long as you need, baby.” He offers one reassuring squeeze to his hand as they sit down on a couch before bringing his attention to the screen. “Alright, what movie we watching?”

“You’re gonna suggest Dirty Dancin’, aren’t you?”

“You know me so well. But we don’t have to if you’d prefer something else.”

“No, no, we can watch it, darlin’. Since you bought me flowers and cooked an amazing dinner for us, it’s your night to choose.”

“You’re the best.” Josh presses a kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his side, quickly queuing up Dirty Dancing as they both get comfortable.

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An hour and 30 minutes and half a bottle of wine later, both men watch the end credits roll as they giggle through their conversation, their cheeks red and bodies warm from the alcohol in their systems. “No, we are not tryin’ the Dirty Dancin’ lift.” Austin laughs out, trying his best to keep both his and Josh’s glasses from spilling. “Maybe when we haven’t gone through half a bottle of wine in barely over an hour. I don’t wanna drop you, darlin’.”

“Who say’s I’d be the one getting lifted?”

“You cannot lift me, I’m sorry but that ain’t happenin’.”

Josh frowns at his words, seemingly genuine disappointment washing across his features as he sets his wine glass down. “Why not?”

“Because for starters, I’m 5 inches taller’n you. And I weigh more than you. And like I said, we’ve had some wine.” Austin follows suit, setting his glass down before tucking himself back into the couch with Josh’s body pressed against his.

“So, you’re drunk?”

“I am not drunk, thank you very much. Tipsy, maybe. Not drunk though. You however…”

“Woah, woah, woah! I’m not drunk either! Like you said, tipsy, not drunk.”

“Right, sure.” Austin grins down at him, letting himself take in his gorgeous features in the dim lighting, his pupils blown wide as he looks up at him. “Why does it matter if you’re drunk or not?”

“Because I want to kiss you. And I want you to know that it’s consensual on my part, despite the little bit of wine. As long as it’s the same for you.” Something Austin can’t quite distinguish lurks under Josh’s tone, his voice low and calm as he blinks up at him. Austin’s breath hitches at the clear communication, not used to having a partner be so upfront about topics such as these.

“It’s the same for me, darlin’. I want to kiss you too.” Before he can say anything more, Josh leans forward to connect their lips in a hungry, passionate kiss, drinking Austin up as if he were dying of thirst. Losing themselves in each other, Austin doesn’t realize how quickly their kiss had become a heated make out session until Josh straddles him, slightly grinding the tent in his pants into Austin’s lower stomach. Fuck. I want to, he just- he doesn’t know. He might not want to have sex right now right now. Don’t jump the gun, just wait and see what happens.

Austin’s heart rate speeds as Josh’s hands find his sides, squeezing his body through the fabric before slipping them under his shirt, his warm hands ghosting across his skin. This is fine, it’s alright. Enjoy it, see what happens. Trying to stay focused on the moment and not wanting his own thoughts to distract him from enjoying himself, Austin tries to push his worries to the back of his mind as Josh’s fingertips trace the waistband of his boxers, toying with the hem. It isn’t until he dips the fingers of his right hand down into his boxers lower, beginning to brush the hair at the very bottom of his happy trail that Austin freezes, his body taking over in his panic.

“Stop.”

At the word, Josh immediately pulls his hand back before leaning away from him to create some distance between the two. “I’m sorry.”  His face heats with shame as he moves to sit next to him hurriedly, his eyes looking everywhere but at Austin. “I should have asked, especially after our conversation earlier. I just got lost in the moment, but that’s no excuse.”

“I didn’t stop you because I don’t want to have sex with you, Josh.” Austin’s voice breaks slightly, causing Josh to tear his gaze towards him, his expression twisted with confusion.

“Then why-?”

Rip the band-aid off, Austin. Now or never. “I stopped you because I haven’t told you everything about myself, and I need to tell you before we take this any further.”

“What’s up, baby? You can tell me anything.” His eyebrows furrow in concern as he takes Austin’s hands in his own, his worry only growing as he tries to meet his eyes only to find them brimming with tears.

Austin finally meets his eyes, adrenaline coursing through his body as he takes a deep breath. “I’m trans, Josh. I’m a trans man. I wanted to tell you sooner, I was just worried. I know it’s unfair for me to spring this on you now when we’ve already been together for a bit, so if you- if you don’t want this now, us, I understand completely. Tell me to leave and I will. But I needed you to know I haven’t been puttin’ out because I don’t want to have sex with you, believe me, I do; I just- I’ve had top surgery, but not bottom, and I don’t plan to. Everythin’ you may have felt is just a packer, I just- I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Why would I not want to be with you anymore, Austin?” Josh doesn’t even miss a beat, his tone serious and quiet as he looks at him with sadness beneath his eyes.

“Because we haven’t really talked about what you identify as. It hasn’t been important, cause you and everyone else thought I was a cis man. I was blessed with bein’ tall, havin’ a small chest and more masculine features already, and I’ve been on T for nearin’ three years, so it ain’t like it’s ‘obvious’. If you have a preference for people with penises, I need you to know that that ain’t me. So, if you do, I won’t take it personally if you’d like to end this.”

“Do you want to end this?”

Austin blinks back tears, praying that Josh would give him some sign, any sign about what he was feeling. “No.”

“Then I don’t either.”

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. Austin, I don’t care that you’re trans.” Josh catches himself, realizing what he said and quickly backtracking. “I mean, obviously I do. It’s part of your identity, it’s part of who you are. But it’s not the only thing that makes you, you. And I’m queer, I like every identity, every genitalia, doesn’t matter to me. And even if I did identify as strictly ‘gay’, that wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. You’re my boyfriend, not having a biological male penis doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

Austin’s tears escape him as he lets Josh pull him into his chest, beginning to sob into his shirt as his hand comes up to gently cradle the back of his head, the other rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Oh, baby. Thank you for trusting me with this, I know how hard it can be to come out to people that are important to you. If I may ask, why were you so nervous?” Josh’s tone is gentle, making it clear to him that he didn’t have to share if he didn’t want to.

“I was afraid’a loosin’ you. I really, really, like you, Josh. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want me if you knew, I didn’t wanna go through that pain again.”

“Again?”

Nodding slightly against his chest, Austin sits up to look at him properly, finding it hard as he inevitably trains his eyes on his hands fidgeting in his lap. “Mhm. I’ve had guys ghost me or- get angry after findin’ out. Obviously, I knew you wouldn’t get angry or anythin’ like some have, I just- wasn’t ready to risk loosin’ you. It’s a bit selfish, I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me, please.” Josh’s hands move to cup his face, gently tilting his head to make him meet his gaze as he wipes stray tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “You do not need to apologize for your identity, or who you choose to disclose that information with. Ever. I completely understand, and I’m so sorry you’ve had those experiences. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I like you, all of you, and I want all of you. Everything that comes with it, alright?”

Despite the tears still pouring down his cheeks, Austin grins wide at Josh, his fears and worries evaporating from his mind at the genuine expression of care on his face and his sincere tone. “Alright. Thank you, darlin’.”

“Of course, baby.” Josh presses a kiss to his lips, still gently cradling his face before leaning back slightly and breaking it only to pepper kisses on the corners of his lips and across the skin of his cheeks, drawing a wet laugh from Austin. “Thanks again for telling me.”

Austin looks up at him through his lashes as Josh wipes the last of his tears away, still looking at him with the kindest expression he had ever seen. “Thanks for bein’ so supportive.”

“Always. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of the night? We can watch another movie if you’d like, or go out somewhere. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Whatever I feel comfortable with? I mean I did- I still do want to- and now he knows and don’t seem to negatively care. “Anything?”

“Mhm, whatever you want.”

“I want you to show me just how much you want me.” Austin locks his eyes on Josh’s, seeing his pupils rapidly expand as the previous, charged energy between them returns. “All of me.”

Josh’s tongue flits out to wet his lips, his eyes dipping to Austin’s lips as his breath catches in his throat. “You sure?”

“Mhm. I did say I wanted to fuck you, didn’t I? Now that we have that conversation out of the way.”

As his hips jerk forward involuntarily, Josh tries to organize his thoughts into some response as his brain short-circuits, clearing his throat before speaking. “I believe the original statement was a little less vulgar.”

“Was it now?” Closing the distance between them, Austin brings his lips to Josh’s, one hand on his neck pulling him impossibly closer as the other slowly made its way up his thigh. Ghosting his hand over his bulge, Austin smiles against his lips as he feels Josh’s breath hitch, the faintest whimper escaping his lips as he tries to press himself up into his hand. To Josh’s dismay, Austin continues his path with his hand upwards, ignoring the whines of protest as his hand moves under his shirt to grip the soft skin of his sides. “Fancy takin’ this to the bedroom? I know Jacob ain’t here, but I’d feel bad if he walked in on somethin’; and I don’t think I could ever look anyone in the eyes again if I saw they sat on this couch after.”

As both lean back slightly, Austin opens his eyes to see Josh grinning at him, a light laugh leaving his pink, kiss-swollen lips. “That’s probably the smartest idea.” Getting up from the couch, they both grab their half-full glasses of wine as Josh eagerly leads Austin to his bedroom, closing the door behind them immediately after entering. Their hands find the other’s body the second they set their glasses down on Josh’s dresser, now empty and free to roam under each other’s shirts as Austin begins pushing Josh backwards towards his bed. Austin draws Josh’s shirt over his head before giving him one final shove, the action causing him to fall back onto the bed as he looks up at Austin, already breathless from anticipation.

He says nothing as he grins down at Josh mischievously, making sure his eyes were trained on him before he pulls his shirt off, throwing it to the side as Josh’s eyes darken. Closing the distance between them, Austin pushes Josh backwards until he’s laying on his back, slotting his leg in between his as their lips reconnect. The second Austin applies the slightest amount of downwards pressure with his thigh, Josh moans into his mouth, his hands tangling in his curls. With his lips still parted, Austin takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue across his bottom lip, his breath hitching as Josh immediately reciprocates, his own tongue snaking in between his teeth as he licks into his mouth breathlessly.

It isn’t long before Austin’s mouth leaves Josh’s, his lips ghosting across his neck and shoulder as he peppers kisses and soft bites across his skin. “What- what do you want to do?” Josh huffs the words out, as if speaking was a strain in his current state as he writhed under Austin.

“What do you mean, darlin’?”

“Like, do you- do you want to- oh fuck-” The end of his sentence transforms into a deep groan as Austin bites a sensitive spot on his neck, beginning to suck a hickey into the skin. “How do you want to fuck-? I have condoms, I’m down for whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well.” Austin’s breath fans across his skin as his lips slow, still placing gentle kisses to his skin between words. “The way you were shovin’ that tongue in my mouth has me thinkin’ ‘bout what it’d feel like between my legs. If you want to.”

“Fucking hell.” Josh groans the words out at his sentence, his hips bucking involuntarily against Austin’s front, only sending another groan through him. “Of fucking course I want to.”

Bringing his mouth back up to Josh’s, he grins against his lips before flipping their positions, slowly leaning back as Josh moves to position his body between his legs. As Austin’s head hits a pillow, Josh begins his descent, slowly kissing a trail down his neck and across the expanse of his collarbones, leaving a path of deep red and purple marks as he continues to his chest. I’m about ten seconds from tellin’ him to hurry his ass up and stop teasin’ me if he don’t- His train of thought completely derails as Josh sinks his teeth into the soft skin to the left of his belly button, his hand not supporting his body pressing down firmly in between his legs.

“Can I?” Austin looks down at Josh to see him gazing right back through heavy lids, his warm, ragged breath fanning across his lower stomach. As his fingers toy with the waistband of his pants and boxers, dipping below the fabric to lightly graze across his skin, Austin understands what Josh was asking.

“Mhm.” Despite himself, anxiety rushes through him as Josh draws both his jeans and boxers down his legs, watching Josh’s face for any signs of reluctance or disappointment. Josh’s jaw goes slack as he stares up at Austin, keeping steady eye contact as he brings his lips to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and sinking his teeth into it. To ground himself, Austin brings one hand to tangle in Josh’s hair gently as the other fists the sheet below him, his breaths uneven from nerves and anticipation.

“You ok?” Austin barely hears the words, beginning to lose himself in his own mind.

“Mhm. Just nervous.”

“You don’t have to be nervous, we don’t have to keep going if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No!” Austin’s cheeks tint red at how fast the words had left his mouth, not missing the small smirk that flashes across Josh’s lips momentarily. “I want to, really. Just haven’t done this in… a while.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby. Just sit back and let me make you feel good.” Austin swears he can see stars at Josh’s low tone, his eyes hungry as his lips return to his thigh. He continues scattering kisses and bites across his thighs, slowly but surely moving lower and lower until he reaches the crease of his hip, lowering his body until he’s lying on his stomach in between his legs. “You ready?”

“Mhm.” Josh gives him a few seconds before he shifts his weight, lowering his head until he sinks forward, burying his tongue in Austin. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels Josh lick into him fervently, his grip on his hair tightening with each movement. His moans only grow louder as Josh drags his tongue upwards until it reaches his clit, swirling his tongue around him a few times before suctioning his lips around it. Austin tries to keep his hips from bucking up into him as he sets a steady pace, his tongue circling his dick as the sound of his pleasure goes straight to his own, weak moans escaping him as he presses himself against the mattress for any relief.

Josh brings his hand not gripping Austin’s thigh up to his entrance, circling it with the slightest amount of pressure, not yet pressing into him yet as he waits for some form of response. He gets it as Austin nods, his eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowed in his ecstasy. Wasting no time, he slowly inserts his middle finger, reveling in the sigh that left Austin as he buries himself in him. Pausing slightly to allow him to get used to the depth, he begins slowing pumping his finger in and out, curling it slightly as he searches for his G-spot. As Josh finds it, Austin’s back arches, his mouth falling open in a silent groan as the hand in Josh’s hair pulls at his roots. The sensation of it nearly pushes Josh over the edge as he weakly grinds into the mattress, his moans vibrating against Austin.

“Oh fuck-” Austin can say nothing else as his breath catches in his throat, pleasure crashing over him as his hips erratically buck forward, riding his high out. Josh’s pace remains unfaltering as he carries him through his orgasm, his neglected erection becoming painful at the sounds leaving his boyfriend’s mouth. It isn’t until Austin’s face contorts with overstimulation, his hand roughly pulling Josh away from him that he pulls his finger from him and leans back, allowing him a moment to breathe and come down as he kisses the skin of his thighs once again.

“You good?”

“Mhm, I am- I am so good, darlin’.” Austin cracks his eyes open, almost immediately ready for a second round as he takes in Josh’s appearance; his sweat slick hair, the curls at the edges of his face sticking to his skin, blown out pupils, and sweat and cum soaked lips and chin sending Austin spiraling once more despite how overstimulated he still was.

“Good.” Josh places one last kiss to his thigh before sitting up and moving back up his body, his slick lips ghosting across his skin until he reaches his mouth. The second he tastes himself on his lips, he makes up his mind, flipping their bodies quickly.

“You said you got protection, darlin’?”

“Bedside table, top drawer. You sure? You just-”

“You’re gonna find out just how high my sex drive is.” Austin grins at him before temporarily leaving him to snatch a condom from the drawer, finding his place between Josh’s legs once more as he begins working at the button of his pants. “Try and remember how high your sex drive was when you were 17 or 18; like I said, I’ve been on T for three years, so that’s about where mine’s at constantly.”

“Jesus fuck-” Austin offers no response as he pulls Josh’s pants and briefs down, his breath catching in his throat as his dick springs free, the tip red and neglected against his soft lower stomach.

Fuckin’ hell- I knew he was big, but I wasn’t expectin’ this big. Trying to stay focused, Austin rolls the condom on quickly before placing his legs on either side of Josh’s thighs, teasing the other man by wrapping his hand around the base of his dick and applying the slightest amount of pressure. Josh sits up to meet him, his hands immediately finding Austin’s hips as he raises himself up, guiding him towards his entrance. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” Austin wastes no time in sinking down onto him, their mouths falling open in unison as he slowly lowers himself until he’s buried completely in him. Neither move as they adjust to the feel of each other, their breaths fanning against the other’s lips as Austin’s hands find his shoulders, Josh’s still firmly gripping his hips.

“You good?” Austin pants the words out, needing to feel him moving inside himself but not wanting to overstimulate Josh if he needed more time.

“Mhm. Please- please move. Please fuck me.”

Fuck. Josh bites his bottom lip between his teeth as Austin raises himself almost completely off him before sinking back down in one swift motion, quickly finding and setting a pace that he knew would have both of them coming undone in minutes. As his head tilts backwards from pleasure, Josh’s eyes squeeze shut as he clamps his mouth shut to stifle a moan, only causing Austin to bring his hand up to his mouth, his thumb dragging across his lower lip. “I want to hear everything, y’understand?”

“Mhm.”

“Say it.”

“I- I understand.” Josh is true to his words as Austin experimentally grinds his hips forward, a loud moan leaving his lips as his grip tightens on the other man.

“Good boy.” Austin feels his dick twitch inside him at the words, setting his pace once more as his lips find the skin of his neck. “Such a good listener, ain’t ya?” Now his turn to bite, suck, and kiss marks into his skin, Austin memorizes each whine and groan that escapes him as he works his way up and down, his own high creeping up on him as he feels Josh’s body tense under his hands.

“Close- Almost there, baby. Just like that- Yes-”

“Cum for me.”

“No.” Josh’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to crack his eyes open, restraint twisting his features as he finds it increasingly hard to hold his orgasm back. “Want you to cum with me.” Austin doesn’t even have time to argue as his hand lowers, beginning to gently rub circles around his clit with his index and middle finger.

Austin’s forehead comes to rest against Josh’s as his eyes close, his senses bombarded with his second orgasm of the night. “Fuck. Right there-” It isn’t long after that he begins to feel that familiar twitch in his thighs and lower abdomen, his muscles tensing before pleasure crashes over him, seeing nothing but a blinding white light as he rides through his orgasm.

The feeling of Austin tensing around his dick sends Josh into his own high, trying to keep his pace on his clit steady as they peak together. They carry each other through their climaxes until uncomfortable overstimulation replaces their pleasure, both men hissing at the contact as Austin quickly raises himself off Josh, collapsing onto the bed beside him.

Josh falls backwards to lay on the bed completely, finding himself wrapped in Austin’s arms and pulled snug against his chest almost immediately. They allow themselves to lie like this for a few moments, not wanting to leave the other by getting up. Finally, they give in to the feeling of needing to clean up, both men quickly realizing just how sweaty their activities had made them as they peel themselves from the other and head to Josh’s bathroom together.

“Want to go smoke and finish our wine in the glasses on the porch?” Josh’s voice is casual and light despite the fact that he had asked the question while discarding their used condom, both men completely naked in the small space as they set in on the bare minimum of cleaning up.

Is this how casual and communicative all people are after or during sex? “Smoke what? And maybe, I know it ain’t too hot or cold out, but I don’t feel like getting’ dressed again and I don’t think your neighbors would appreciate it if we went commando.”

“Weed, cigarette for me. And I have a robe you can borrow, I might have another somewhere I can use, but I’m not sure.” Closing the bathroom door slightly, Josh pulls a silk robe off the hook attached to the back of the door, handing the dark blue fabric scattered with stars to him before making his way back into his room and towards his closet.

“If you can’t find your other one, I can just slip on a t-shirt and some boxers, it’s no biggie.” Despite his reluctance, he puts the robe on, knowing that no matter what, Josh would refuse to take it back. Instead of responding, Josh snorts as he pulls out a massive pile of bright pink silk and faux fur from his closet, unfolding it to reveal a long, billowing robe, the sleeves cascading nearly to the floor as he slips it on with a grin.

“Oh. My. God. You look like your old, rich husband just died under mysterious circumstances; and you definitely poisoned him.” Josh barks out a laugh as he retrieves the wine glasses, his robe ghosting across the floor and flowing behind him like a cape as he moves around the room. “Why the hell do you have that?”

“Went all out on a Halloween costume last year, I forgot about it till now to be honest.” He hands him the glasses as he finds a lighter, a box of cigarettes, and a joint, moving all three items to one hand as he takes his glass back. “What, do you not like it?” Glancing back at him with a smile, they move through the house together, making their way towards the back door in the dim light of the dying summer day.

“No, no, I love it. It suits you, honestly. I just wasn’t expectin’ it, that’s all.” They say nothing more as they sit down on the comfortable couch on the patio, Josh turning on the surrounding fairy lights strung along the walls and railings before sitting as close to Austin as he can. Sitting in comfortable silence, they sip their wine and Josh lights a cigarette after a few minutes, finishing it just as he drains the remainder of his wine glass. Noticing Austin’s glass had been emptied too, he retrieves the joint, lighting it carefully to ensure an even burn before taking a long drag.

He holds it out to Austin, unashamed of how his eyes stayed glued to the other man’s lips as they brush his fingertips, his heartbeat faltering at the contact. They get through half the joint before Austin finally breaks the silence, the weed loosening his lips as he replays the last hour or so of his life.

“Thanks again for bein’ so supportive. I don’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t trust you with knowin’, or that I thought you’d react negatively. That ain’t it, I swear. I’ve just had too many negative experiences with other guys that I just- I just expect guys won’t want me like they did before findin’ out. And I couldn’t shake that, even though I knew that you wouldn’t do that.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I know. I don’t take it personally, and I’m not upset. Like I said, it’s not important in terms of how it might affect our relationship or sex life. It doesn’t change how I feel for you, or how much I want you. I fully support you and am so grateful that you’re letting me see every beautiful part of you.”

Tears come to Austin’s eyes at his boyfriend’s words, his heart soaring at the level of support and what he could only describe as love that Josh had shown him. “Thank you, darlin’. Thank you for acceptin’ all of me.”

“Always and forever, Austin. Never forget it.”

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A/N: Since I decided that Austin would become a core OC, not just a background character briefly mentioned in Save a Horse, he has been very special to my trans, queer friends and I. I have woven in our experiences and who we are into him; in a way, he is a collection and reflection of myself and the people I love most. It wasn’t until very recently that I realized we had always perceived him as a trans man, even though it was never explicitly stated. I chose to write this so that we/I can share this part of him with you all. As it was a smut fic, I chose to not put “trans M receiving” or anything denoting that part of his identity into the warnings (besides warnings of certain discussions as I recognize it may be a sensitive topic for other trans people) and will continue to do the same in the future. Trans gay sex is gay sex, it should be considered no different than gay smut between two cis men.  

A/N pt 2: normalize👏healthy👏communication👏during👏sex👏

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