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[sweaterkittensahoy]

Anyone besides me want JackHarding A/B/O Heat Sex? Because you're getting it.

(This goes along with my general idea for JackHarding A/B/O. Chick's an Alpha from a long line; Jack's an Omega who has spent a lot of time being told he doesn't really SEEM like an Omega, they're cops in love.)

Jack's standing with two other air execs at a so-called strategy meeting that has devolved into taking over the hotel bar when a breeze ripples through the room, and both men who were previously listening to Jack go very still and a little glassy-eyed. Jack turns to check behind them, wondering what's caught their attention, and when he turns back, one of the men is a step closer, well up into Jack's personal space. He takes a step back. "Excuse you," he says. 

The man blinks and takes his own step back. "Shit. Sorry. Um." He shakes his head like he's clearing cobwebs, and the other air exec does the same. "Sorry, man. I just haven't smelled an Omega on the verge in a while. Got away from myself."

"What–Oh, fuck," Jack mutters. He looks around the room, planning a very quick exit. "If you'll excuse me," he says. 

"We'll talk to you later," the second man says, pulling his friend away. Jack barely notices, focused on getting out of the room. If he's smelling good enough to distract someone, his heat's about to hit like a goddamn train. He spots Chick halfway across the room, and just the sight of him gives him a clawing urge in his belly that makes him bite back a gasp. Goddamnit. He hates when this happens, when the Omega instincts climb up and try to take over. 

Jack looks around for anything to help muffle his scent. There's nothing useful nearby, and he thinks about how Lemmons smears oil and grease over his scent glands when the replacements are getting a little too close. He ducks behind a large plant and dips two fingers in his whiskey, rubbing the liquor against his glands, then slamming the rest of his drink and lighting up a cigarette. He needs to get out of here before anyone else gets a whiff of him. He can go to the room and call down to the desk, have someone deliver a message to Chick to meet him upstairs ASAP. Then Chick will show up and maybe he'll growl at the smell of him. Maybe he'll grab Jack and hold him still, make Jack be a good Omega until Jack's ready to do it all by himself. 

Oh, yeah, this heat's coming on hard.

He walks across the floor with his eyes on the exit and breathes a sigh of relief as he makes it out of the ballroom. He pauses for a moment to see if there's a crowd around the elevator, and in that moment, Chick walks up beside him. Because of course he does. Because he's Chick, and Jack's Jack, and the one time they both tried to ignore the way they gravitated towards each other, they failed spectacularly and fell in love instead.

"What is it?" he asks, voice a warm rumble. "You're moving like your ass is on fire." 

Jack opens his mouth to explain, but then Chick's suddenly herding him into a small alcove covered with a heavy drape and shoving his face in Jack's neck. Jack shakes as Chick breathes him deep.

"Jesus, are you in heat?" Chick hisses. He drags his mouth over Jack's scent gland and stops cold. He breathes out hard before pushing away from Jack and meeting his eyes. "How?"

"Suppressants failed," Jack says. The little alcove is filling with their combined scents, and Jack swears his teeth itch. Chick smells like the classic Alpha he is: cedarwood and black pepper and ginger; the lingering scent of his cigar just enhances all of it, and a surge of need hits Jack hard. He bares his throat even as he clenches his hands into fists so he doesn't reach out and take. "Chick," he hisses. 

Chick is against him again, pressed full body into Jack and pulling Jack's head down so he can bury his mouth against Jack's neck and suck hard on his scent gland. "Can you make it to our room?" he asks. "We can take the stairs. It's only two flights."

"I–" Jack presses his mouth behind Chick's ear and grabs at his waist, pulling Chick impossibly closer so he can rub against him. "I need–I just need–"

"Hold on. Hold on," Chick says. He tries to get a hand between them, and Jack growls against his neck. Chick chuckles and manages to get a hand around each of Jack's wrist. "God, of course you're fighting to get what you want," he says, sounding so fond that Jack immediately relaxes. "Good," Chick, soothes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on Jack's wrists as he lowers Jack's arms to his sides. "I'm gonna get you off, take the edge off, and then we'll get upstairs. You understand me?"

"Yeah," Jack says. "Yes. Please. Please."

Chick opens Jack's trousers and reaches into his shorts. He groans when he wraps his hand around Jack's dick. "Jesus, you're so warm," he says. He lowers himself to his knees and uses his free hand to push Jack's shorts down so he can get the head of his cock into his mouth. 

Jack bucks his hips, but Chick's got an arm across him so he can't move too much. Jack whines and scrabbles for Chick's shoulder. Chick sucks him hard and messy, no teasing like he tends to enjoy when he and Jack have the time. He slips his hand up and down Jack's shaft as far as he can reach, and he tongues Jack's slit over and over. 

Jack comes with a shuddering gasp. He whines when Chick stands up and tucks him away, pushing his face against Chick's shoulder as he holds his own hands tightly so he doesn't try to reach out. 

"Better?" Chick asks.

"Barely," Jack admits. Chick's hand is warm and heavy on his neck, and Jack goes limp at the feeling. Alpha Alpha Alpha his mind repeats in a happy trill. "Chick," he murmurs. "Chick, I don't–we don't–"

"I've got rubbers," Chick says. "Don't worry. You won't be knocked up just yet."

Jack laughs and manages to pull away from Chick a little. Chick doesn't take his hand off his neck. It keeps Jack in the moment, helps him concentrate. "Okay," he says. 

"Your pupils are already widening again," Chick says. "Let's get you tucked away before half the ballroom smells you and comes to fight for the chance to take care of you."

"Wouldn't let them," Jack murmurs as Chick pushes the curtain to one side. He lets Chick lead him out of the alcove and over the stairwell, feeling a sense of relief when the door shuts behind them. "Wouldn't let them," he repeats as Chick leads him up the stairs. 

Chick pauses on the landing and pulls Jack against him. "I know," he says. "You're a prickly fucker, and none of them could appreciate you." He kisses Jack, soft and sweet, lets Jack chase after him for a second, then a third. "Come on," he says, and he leads Jack up the rest of the stairs and into the hallway of their floor. Their room is three doors down, and Chick unlocks the door as Jack lists against him, the scent coming off him making Chick's blood hot. 

"Here," Chick says, throwing open the door. He hooks an arm around Jack's waist and drags him into the room, kicking the door behind him. Jack doesn't even react to the slam of it. He walks to the bed and drops down hard, fingers fumbling at his buttons.

"Easy," Chick says, walking over. He takes Jack's hands in his and kisses each palm. "I'll do it."

"Hurry," Jack says. His eyes are glassed over, and there's sweat at his temples. Chick kisses him there to taste him. Jack's scent is roaring to the surface: Ink and lilies and the sharp, cold smell of wind before it snows. It's undercut with a sweetness that Chick's never smelled because in the months they've been together, Jack's never had a heat. Chick had assumed this wasn't something he'd experience until after the war.

Chick finishes getting Jack stripped, then hurriedly strips himself. Jack scoots up on the bed and lays with his hands above his head with his legs wide open, eyes half-lidded and dick hard as it was in the alcove. 

"Didn't know you could possibly get better looking," Chick says. Jack blushes all down his chest and stretches his neck long and lovely to one side. "Oh, I am going to devour you," Chick says, Alpha instincts going white hot at the way Jack's sending every happy Omega signal he possibly can. Chick runs his hands over Jack's calves and squeezes just below his knees. "Just a second," he says. He takes a step back, and Jack whines, high and desperate. "Easy," Chick murmurs as he picks up his toiletries bag and takes out the rubbers he's packed. He tosses them on the bedside table, then he climbs into bed next to Jack and leads him into a kiss. 

Jack mewls and undulates against Chick. Chick grabs Jack's thigh and pulls it over his own hip, then he reaches down between Jack's cheeks and drags his fingers down Jack's cleft. He's soaked with slick and starts to whine continuously when Chick massages his hole with his knuckles.

"Please," Jack says. "Please. Alpha. Please."

Chick shudders in pleasure at hearing Jack beg. He never does usually, not unless they're in a teasing mood. "Say it again," he says. 

"Please. Please. Alpha Please. Alpha."

Chick pushes one finger into Jack, and Jack arches against him, his dick hot and hard on Chick's stomach. Chick pushes a second finger in, and Jack gasps and grabs his arm and comes all over Chick's belly. 

Chick moves his fingers in and out slowly as Jack pants against his throat and rubs his cheek hard against Chick's collarbone, scent marking him before tucking his face against Chick's neck again and licking his scent gland. 

"Chick," Jack slurs, and the kiss on Chick's gland is so gentle and sweet, and Chick wants to tell him to bite down. But they agreed a long time ago, war's no place to formally mate with each other. Even on the ground they're too damn busy to take proper time away to let the bond settle with just the two of them. 

"Please," Jack says against Chick's throat. "Do it." 

"Say it," Chick says. "Tell me what you want." He laughs when Jack nips his scent gland. "Keep that up, and I'll go off before I get inside you," he says. 

"No," Jack whimpers. 

Chick rubs his cheek into Jack's hair, scenting him as he pushes a third finger in. Jack makes a noise in the back of his throat and pushes back against Chick's fingers. "That's it," Chick says, meeting Jack's thrusts with a counter thrust so his fingers get good and deep. He holds them still after a few thrusts and focuses on rubbing Jack's prostate, sucking the sweat off the long line of Jack's neck as he grinds down and moans and comes for a second time on Chick's stomach. 

Jack's head clears, and he sighs when Chick removes his fingers. "Come back," he murmurs. 

"I am," Chick says against his temple. He kisses Jack there, then stretches to reach a rubber.

Jack buries his face in Chick's chest and breathes him in, the smell of his own spunk on Chick's skin making him mewl in pleasure. "Mine," Jack says.

"All yours," Chick replies, and he tucks his hands behind his head as Jack touches him on his belly and his chest and his shoulders. "Enjoying yourself?"

Jack hums an affirmative and nuzzles Chick's bicep, then presses his nose into the bend of his elbow and breathes in deep. "Mine," he says again, then bites lightly. 

"Come here, sweetheart," Chick says. Jack lets Chick manhandle him into his lap–something he very rarely allows any other time. Chick opens the rubber and rolls it down his cock. 

Jack reaches back and takes Chick's cock in his own hand, leads it to his hole and sinks down in one thrust. 

"Jesus," Chick grunts. 

Jack squeezes around Chick's cock and grinds his hips back and forth a few times just to watch the way Chick's eyes flutter. He spreads his hands on Chick's belly and sighs in pleasure when Chick digs his fingers into his thighs. 

"Show me what you got," Chick says, all cocky grin and bright eyes. "I've been wondering what you fuck like during a heat."

"Tell me," Jack replies. He means it to come out a command, but it's soft and breathy, almost a plea. The proper tone for a proper Omega, a tone Jack has never traded in. 

"Well, that's new," Chick says, and he drags his hands up Jack's sides. "Won't pretend I don't like hearing you be a little demure. Do it again." 

Chick's voice is all Alpha authority and command, and Jack shivers from his head to his toes to have it directed at him like this. "Please tell me more," he says, and Chick meets his downward thrust with an upward one of his own. "Please," he says, and he lets his mouth hang open after, lets the Omega instinct to be supple and submissive take over his brain.

"You're stunning," Chick says. "So easy for me, aren't you? So happy to take my knot."

"Alpha," Jack murmurs. "My Alpha. My Chick."

"Fucking right I am," Chick says. 

Jack shouts when Chick holds him still and pushes up into him hard. He topples forward, crowded on Chick's chest with his hands trapped under him. He sucks on Chick's chest, desperate to mark his Alpha as Chick wraps his arms tight around his waist and holds him where he wants him as he fucks into him over and over. 

Jack finishes leaving a mark and manages to get his hands free so he can grab onto Chick's shoulders and simply hold on. Chick is hot and sweaty all over, and Jack rubs his face into it, coating himself in Chick's scent. 

"Kiss me," Chick growls. 

Jack pushes himself up just enough to fit their mouths together. He slides his tongue along Chick's and groans in bone-deep pleasure when Chick takes one arm off his waist so he can grab Jack's hair and hold him in place as he sucks roughly on his tongue and thrusts in a few times more just as his knot starts to swell. 

When Chick's knot stretches in Jack, he whimpers and digs at Chick's shoulders, but Chick doesn't let go of his head, still kissing him even as he and Jack both come. 

Jack fades in and out for a few minutes, the heady feeling of a knot filling him even more pronounced due to his heat. He's aware of Chick rubbing his back and nuzzling his hair, of Chick murmuring encouragement for Jack to stretch his legs out so he doesn't get a cramp. Several minutes later, when Jack's aware enough to lift his head and meet Chick's gaze, he's met with a soft, bright look that makes him want to burrow into Chick and stay there. 

"Okay?" Chick asks. He's still running his hands up and down Jack's back. "We've got a few minutes still."

Jack lays his cheek on Chick's shoulder and curls a hand over Chick's bicep. "I'm good," he says. "Thanks for–" he closes his mouth, unsure what to say. 

Chick laughs quietly. "Thanks for fucking your brains out?" he asks. "Thanks for giving you four orgasms so far tonight? Thanks for packing rubbers even though we've never needed them?"

"That last one, at least," Jack says. He shifts a little, sliding off Chick's shoulder and onto his arm so they can see each other. Chick's knot shifts in Jack as he moves, and it makes him sigh in pleasure. "Why did you even pack them?"

"I honestly don't know," Chick says. "Maybe my instincts could tell you were off-kilter. My Alpha knew my Omega was going to need a little extra help."

Jack considers that. "Maybe," he says. "I've read that that can happen. But it's only been seen in mates."

"Well, in everything but bite, we are," Chick says.

"True," Jack replies, unable to tease Chick about something they both know to be completely true. He rubs his cheek against Chick's arm, and then Chick's angling down to kiss him, as sweet and soft as in the stairwell. Jack melts into it, loving the way Chick's hand covers his jaw. 

"You still all right?" Chick asks, running his thumb up and down the tendon of Jack's neck. 

"Great," Jack says. He squeezes on Chick's knot just to watch him gasp. "Absolutely great."

"I can tell," Chick says. He pulls on Jack's arm until Jack's settled atop him, arms on either side of Chick's head. "You gonna need to stay up here tomorrow?" he asks. 

"Likely not," Jack says. He combs his fingers through Chick's hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Chick holds him around the waist and tips his head into Jack's hands. "If it's like the other times the suppressants have failed, it'll be over as quick as it came on. I'll probably be okay in the morning." 

"Hmm," Chick hums, "We should make the most of it, then. Don't know how long it'll be until I get you like this again."

"You like it?" Jack asks, giving Chick his best smug grin. 

"Almost as much as I like you the rest of the time," Chick replies. 

Jack feels himself blush, and he wants to be annoyed that his heat makes it nearly impossible to hide his Omega reactions, but the way Chick's eyes light up at the sight of him makes him think maybe it's not that bad. Not with his Alpha.

[alrightbuckaroo]

ada!!! i was thinking about your post with poems you think the lone star characters would love, and for nice ask week i was wondering if you have any others you’d add to that list? or if there’s any you really love that you think capture certain characters/relationships on the show? always love to see your recs :’) <3 —maddie/reyesstrand

Maddie!! I love this question so much so thank you for asking it!! <3

I actually planned to make a part two, especially since it's National Poetry Month, but it got a bit away from me so I'm taking this opportunity to just ramble (godspeed to whoever reads this):

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver is one of the most Carlos-coded poems you'll ever have the pleasure of reading. Or maybe it's not, but after using it as basically a thesis for tender eyes that shine, I've decided that it was written for him. Especially:

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Hello?? That's Carlos Tomás Reyes in his purest form!

Oh TK, our hopeless romantic self deprecating boy. I think I'm going to give him Molly Brodak by Molly Brodak, one of my favorite poems that makes me want to burst into tears each and every time I read it. When I think of him, I specifically think of the ending, but I think the whole thing could ring true to him:

I am a good man.  The amount of fear  I am ok with   is insane.   I love many people   who don't love me.   I don't actually know   if that is true.  This is love.   It is a mass of ice  melting. I can't hold   it and I have nowhere   to put it down. 

Nancy is absolutely getting Aileen Wuornos Takes A Lover Home by Olivia Gatwood because it's one of my favorites and Nancy's one of my favorites, it only makes sense! I think the ending would really get to her in a way she didn't expect, and I don't blame her, because this is the ending:

In a phone call tapped by police, Aileen called Tyria her right arm, her left arm, her breath, how all Tyria could say back was Please tell them, please say it out loud. But Aileen didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to talk about love. So Tyria would hang up, unsuccessful, and the officer would tell her to Say it like this, tell her she’ll get off, tell her it won’t be so bad. But how, each time, for three days straight, the police listened to Aileen talk about love. About her right arm. Her left arm. Her breath. Her breath. Her breath.

Actually going to tag @sznofthesticks because I feel like you would love this poem as well, and you'll agree that Nancy would love it too.

This is cheating but this song is so poetic I'm going to call it a poem. Owen would listen to You Are Your Mother's Child by Conor Oberst and he would want to sob but then he'd get cry lines. I think the whole thing is so Owen-coded but this part especially:

Out on the diamond, and you're up to bat Chewing your Big League, adjusting your hat Taking a swing and hearing it crack Look at that apple fly Tears will dry if you give them time Life's a roller coaster, keep your arms inside Fear, that's a big emotion But you are your mother's child And she'll have you for a while But someday, you'll be grown Then you'll be on your own

You could tell me Judd wrote I Am Offering this Poem under the pseudonym Jimmy Santiago Baca and I'd believe you. I'd believe he wrote while looking at Grace when she wasn't even looking at him because it has Judd all over it like:

Keep it, treasure this as you would if you were lost, needing direction, in the wilderness life becomes when mature; and in the corner of your drawer, tucked away like a cabin or hogan in dense trees, come knocking, and I will answer, give you directions, and let you warm yourself by this fire, rest by this fire, and make you feel safe                         I love you,

That's Judd!

Tommy would adore Every Job Has A First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell. There's a cozy feeling to it, but the final words hold such a heavy weight that I think Tommy would appreciate and carry with her:

I listened as he taught me to relax the hand just enough. They can smell, he said, the oils our pores release when we tense to catch. You have to believe it, he said. You don’t mean any harm.

Speaking of Rebecca's, Marjan is giving me You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life by Rebecca Hazelton vibes in the best way. Maybe it's the romanticizing of something that has an inevitable ending but I feel like this would be Marjan's approach to a break-up, especially this part:

                                             The garden you plant and I plant                               is tunneled through by voles,                                                              the vowels                                                              we speak aren’t vows,                but there’s something                               holding me here, for now,

I feel like Paul, like me, would love the work of Cameron Awkward Rich, but specifically The Child Formerly Known As____ and even more specifically, the ending:

 & in the end, isn’t that what we all want?                         To not feel so split?                          To carry an image of ourselves                                                 inside ourselves & know exactly what we mean             when we say I—         .                      I—                               .                              I— ?

I think Mate would love getting the chance to read Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt because I think he would see so much of himself in it. Stumbling and tumbling trying to find himself somewhere and eventually finding the place where he belongs. I also feel like he loves the supernatural and the first part of this poem would feel like a gut punch:

Someone will probably love you for who you are.    If not, you’ll still find friends, friends who, given time, or given warning,    will probably gather around you, hold your hands, and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence    inside your body ends.

Finally, my beloved Grace, is things i want to ask you by Helga Flores because I feel like the poem is just a list of things running through Grace's mind when she only knew Judd by voice, but that first one in particular:

i want to ask you what god feels like.

You've reached the end of my exhaustive essay that would probably keep going if I didn't reign myself in. I hope you liked these, they're some of my favorites <3

[lawnmowereater]

The House Sitters (Calvin Fischoeder x Female Reader)

Tags: Reader is bob's sister, strangers to crushes, fluff

Authors Notes: This is my first fic so please be nice. You can request others if you want.

You walked into Bob's restaurant, your favorite ( and only brother). Today you were supposed to babysit the kids while Linda and Bob went on a vacation. If you could even call it that. They were going to spend the night at Gayles since she got dumped by Frond again. You opened the door and walked in. Everything looked normal. Except the tall, old (kinda hot) guy standing across from Bob. You froze in shock, who the fuck is this guy? Bob noticed you and your shocked face. "Oh hey y/n, this is our landlord, Mr Fischoeder." Mr Fischoeder turned to face you. His eyes widened ( or eye) and he turned to Bob. He whispered something to Bob that you couldn't understand. "Oh, that's my sister" Bob said. "She was supposed to watch the kids tonight." "Supposed to?" You asked. You were going to babysit tonight. Right? "The kids got in trouble at school so they are coming to help with Aunt Gayle." You chuckled, wondering how that was a punishment. But you didn't really care enough to ask. "But we were still wondering if you could house sit tonight?" You agreed and turned to Mr. Fischoeder, remembering that he was still there. "Hi! I don't think we've met?" you asked. Honestly talking to him face to face, he looked even hotter. "Ah.. um yes, I don't believe we have." He said as he put out his hand. You shook it and smiled. Then you turned back to bob. "I'll see you tonight then?" You said. "Sounds good." said Bob. You then turned around and left. You hoped your cheeks were flushed from meeting Mr. Fischoeder.

You arrived at Bobs house, key in hand. As soon as you were about to head in you heard a noise behind you. "It was y/n, right?" You turned immediately. It was Mr. Fischoeder in a... golf cart? You didn't ask. "Oh.. um yeah, it is." He got up and approached you. He was a lot taller then you remembered. "Your house sitting correct? May I join you?" You were taken back. Why would he want to join you? Maybe he didn't trust you, and you can see that. Bob's random sister staying the night in his property can seem suspicious I guess. You would've said no if you weren't so scared of this guy (and attracted). "Sure." You said as you unlocked the door. You walked up the stairs as he followed.

The house looked a lot smaller than you imagined. But it was homey, you liked it. "Go ahead and sit on the couch if you want, I was planning on making some snacks and watching a movie if you wanna join?" You said. He nodded and sat down. Noticably staring at you as you walked into the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, nothing looked good. So you just took some left over burgers from the fridge for you and Mr. Fischoeder. Bob wouldn't mind, right? You walked over and handed him a burger. "Thank you, Miss burger." You chuckled at his joke as you sat down and grabbed the remote. You flickered through channels until you found a movie that both of you liked. Settling down, you got comfy and took a bite of the burger. It was pretty good. You realized how comfy the couch was, and how tired you were. It would be rude to fall asleep though, right? You shrugged and kept watching the movie. Until you ended up drifting asleep. It wasn't like you could help it!

You woke up to an explosion on screen. It wasn't too loud, but loud enough to wake you. You noticed the half-eaten burger in your hand. And the weirdly comfortable pillow on your side. You glanced to your right. Oh shit! It was Mr. Fischoeder. You fell asleep on him! You immediately sat up. Causing a confused glance from him. "I-I'm so sorry Mr. Fischoeder! I didn't mean to fall asleep on you, I was just tired and-" you got cut off. "It's alright, no need to panic over it. I am hard to resist cuddling with." You looked up, obviously blushing. "Really?" you asked. "You aren't mad?" "No! You can go back to sleep if you want." He said. "Thanks, Mr. Fischoeder." "Please, call me Calvin." "Calvin" you corrected as you leaned back onto his shoulder. You closed your eyes and wished you could never leave this moment.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 63

A quick sidenote, this is a bit hard for me to write as I can't relate, so please bear with me.

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Part 62 Snippet 7 - The Victor

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Contains: Fluff, smut, mild angst, hurt/comfort, non-graphic descriptions of pregnancy and C sections.

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“Perfection only exists in babies and pastries.” – Gayle Wray

One hundred and fifty days till the due date.

Ima groaned, "This sucks, I thought the second trimester was suppose to be easy." Sam went to fuss over her and she glared at him, "this is your fault, don't look all sad."

You huffed, "Everything they say about pregnancy is bullshit. You're forming a human right now, nothing is easy about that." You turned to Sam, "and you, stop it. Ima isn't an invalid, she's going to kill you if you don't calm down."

Sam rubbed his face, "sorry, I'm being suffocating, I'll try harder."

Ima's shoulder fell and she opened her arms, "it's alright baby, I just need a bit of space."

Sam happily accepted her hug, "I love you so much."

You sighed, "I need to get to work, I'll leave you to dote on each other in peace."

****

"Ok, what am I looking at?" You looked over the rotten remains while Holt stood by.

"I thought you could tell me, they found them in an old well in Massachusetts. The local sheriff is worried this is going to create some kind of witch panic." He didn't sound impressed.

"Judging by the pelvic inlet, the skull fracture and the piles of beer cans in our pile of evidence, I think it was a death by misadventure, but I will tell you more when I'm finished with my exam." At least you'd be home by dinner with this one.

"Thank you Dr l/n. Also, I think a congratulations is in order, Anvil getting that defence contact is an impressive step." The pride was clear in his voice.

"Thank you Raymond, although I'm sure you'll get sick of hearing Travis talk about it."

****

"Hey darlin, how's your day been?" Jax stood against the door frame of your office wearing his trademark Teller smirk and his oil stained T-M shirt.

"Good, even better now that you're here. What about you?" You could tell where this was heading.

"Good, I got all my jobs done today and Travis said you finished with your post so I'm thinking maybe we could go somewhere more private and talk about the wedding." Talking about the wedding had come to mean something very different.

"The Egyptian room is free, you wanna head down there?" With all the stress of Club life fading, there was so much more time for more enjoyable activities.

Jax licked his lips, "yeah, that sounds good darlin."

You hopped up and took his hand as you left the room, Jax's eyes on your ass as you led the way to the archive. Travis rolled his eyes as you waved to him and pointed towards the door that led to the back of the museum, knowing he would turn the cameras off.

"How much public sex do you think he's seen?" Jax clearly was in the mood to brag.

"I have no idea, I've seen heaps, scientists are freaks." You knew that would get a response out of him

Jax squeezed your hand a little tighter and leaned in close as you entered the back rooms, "oh, I know."

The excitement built in your chest as you crossed the threshold of the Egyptian room. It was the size of a large living room with the bed in the middle and you had to flip in the light as you closed the solid wooden door. Jax's hand moved from your hand to your forearm, stopping you from reaching the bed as he spun you on the spot, "I guess this is the closest I'll get to all those ruins you talk so much about." He leaned in as he spoke, his lips brushing yours.

"No, if you want to go, I can get us out of the country, we can go anywhere you want." You closed the distance and kissed him, Jax smiling against your lips.

He pulled back, his eyes filled with affection, "as long as you're with me I'm happy."

"What's gotten in you? You're sweet talking me like I haven't already given you my heart." You rubbed his nose with yours and Jax stepped towards the bed.

"Nothing darlin, I'm just making sure you know how lucky I feel to have you." He went with you as your knees hit the side of the bed.

"The feeling is mutual my love but don't think I don't know what you're doing."

Jax smirked, "and what is that?"

You gripped his shirt in your fists and shifted your weight to throw him on the bed, Jax bouncing as he caught himself, "you're buttering me up hoping that I'll make your life easy, that I'll let you feel like a king while we fuck in Cleopatra's bed but you'd be wrong."

Jax licked his lips, "I don't know, this feels pretty king like." Only Jax would say that with a woman looming over him.

"Oh Teller you insufferable arrogant. You're going to push me too far one day and I swear I'm going to…."

"You're going to what darlin? You're the one that stressed all that time with Anvil that big and strong beats small and smart when it comes down to it. We're on equal footing now." This was another new development, now that his insecurity was gone, his ego had only grown.

You climbed on top of him and buried your head in his neck, scraping your teeth along his jugular, "now now Jackson, we both know that's not true." You ran a hand down his body to grope his hard cock through his jeans and Jax grunted, his eyes growing hooded. "On the pillows and I might take mercy on you."

Jax didn't bother replying as you stood up to allow him to move. He did, however, recline on the pillows like he owned the place. You swung your leg over his hip and straddled him, raising an eyebrow and shoving his hands away as he went to take your top off before removing it yourself.

Jax's eyes raked over your chest and he licked his lips, "what a view."

You shook your head, "keep you hands on the bed or I stop." Jax's jaw clenched, you knew you'd be in for the next time.

Jax grabbed fists fulls of the sheets before smirking at you, "you gonna do anything about my dick or are you just going to leave me hanging?"

You smiled softly and bent at the waist, pulling him into a kiss before sinking your teeth into his lower lip. Jax chased your lips as you sat back up, you tugged his shirt upwards, "get this off."

Jax sat up just enough to get his chest bare before flopping back down and returning his hands to the sheets. You got comfortable, kissing his face as you made your way to his neck, stopping to nibble a bruise into the skin. You went to his chest next, kissing across his collarbones and down the middle of his chest before kissing over his Abel tattoo then the scars for his prison stabbing.

You kissed random parts of his abs, Jax's breath hitching as you kissed a line down his happy trail. You worked quickly to undo his pants and yanked them down along with his boxers as his cock sprang free. "Don't be too mean to me darlin, you know my heart can't take it."

Jax was powerless against you, he had admitted himself many times. You smiled down at him before dropping your head and licking his cock from base to tip in a flat stroke, then wasted no time in taking his cock in your mouth.

"Fuck." Jax exhaled and bucked his hips as warmth engulfed him. As Jax tried to catch his barings, you ran your hand up his body and dug your fingers into his firm flesh. You took him further into your mouth, pausing to adjust but just as you got comfortable but Jax hit his breaking point and lifted his hand off his bed.

You pulled off him and shot him a look, "what did I tell you about your hands Teller?"

His chest was heaving and his hand moved to your cheek, "I'm sorry darlin, I couldn't help myself."

You shook your head, "yeah, I could tell. Self control has never been your strong suit." You pressed your lips to his hip before pulling off your bra, lifting his hand to your breast, and straddling his hips.

His other came up to join to first one and you sighed as his fingers brushed your nipples, "I'm only a man, you can't blame me."

The kiss was gentle this time and Jax's arms wrapped around you to pull you close, "I'm immune to your charms." You sat up, shoving Jax down as he went to follow you, "don't even think about it." You haphazardly tugged your pants off, and Jax's eyes locked onto the hem of your panties.

"This is doing things for me." Jax's voice was filled with gravel.

You smiled at him and made a show of removing your underpants before swinging them around on one finger "yeah, I can tell. You keep being insufferable, if you keep this up they'll be going in your mouth next time."

Jax swallowed, "darlin please, you're killing me here."

You took his hand in yours and placed it on your inner thigh before raising your eyebrows, "well, I'm waiting."

Jax got the message and slid his hand up further, running his fingers through your slit with a groan, "fuck you're wet. This seems to be doing things for you too."

You sighed, sinking into the feeling as Jax circled your clit, "you're pretty when you beg."

Your eyes shot open at the welcomed push of Jax's fingers, "bold words for the one who's usually the one doing it." It was clear by his movements he was trying to make you lose your composure.

"Careful Teller." Jax didn't stop and you rocked your hips as his thumb found your clit but just as that telltale feeling started to buzz at your insides, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and squeezed. Jax stopped, his eyes going from where his hand joined your body to your face.

You smiled down at him and pulled his hand away, Jax relaxing when he realised it was all part of the game. You kissed him sweetly one last time before gripping his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit, "ask me nicely."

Oh, you were really going to get it when Jax recovered, "please darlin, I want you so bad."

Had he been disingenuous you would have paused but the desperation in his voice was real, "ok my love." You sunk down on him and bit your lip to stop you from moaning as you bottomed out.

One of Jax's hands gripped your hips while the other made its way to your centre, his fingers stroking your clit in gentle circles as you rocked your hips back and forth. Jax's eyes fluttered shut as you picked up the pace and his jaw clenched as a grunt pushed its way out his mouth. You placed your hands on his chest and Jax fought the urge to flip you over a take control, his mind jumping between enjoying this and his ego.

He settled for bucking his hips into you, the satisfaction oozing in as you gasped when he hit your G-spot on the upstroke. You didn't falter when Jax's fingers sped up, intent on not giving him the win as the edge grew ever closer.

'Fucking hell darlin." When your eyes opened, you saw that Jax was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive, his eyes filled with lust as they moved up and down your body in a languid pass.

You smiled down at him then slowed slightly, wanting one last blow before the orgasm took you, "is everything alright dear? You seem out of breath."

The hand on your hip squeezed hard enough to bruise and Jax slammed into you from underneath, grunting as you steadied yourself on his chest.

You matched Jax's pace, barely holding yourself up as the wave hit, "touch yourself." Jax's word registered and the second your hand landed on your flesh, he was grabbing your hips with both hands and chasing his own high.

Jax let out a feral grunt and bucked his hips one last time before he fell still with his chest heaving. You flopped down on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, "what got into your darlin?"

You huffed, "you might not know this, but I'm used to bossing people around."

Jax chuckled and pressed his lips to your cheek, "I know, I've seen it. You like bossing me around too."

His tone was full of affection and his hand ran up and down your back as you replied, "yeah and you're clearly thinking of me naked every time I do."

"Hey, it turns me on when you go all GI Jane." That much was true by his reaction today.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time but right now I need to go back to work." You didn't want to climb off him, in fact a nap sounded wonderful.

"Ten more minutes darlin, I'll even help you change the sheets." Jax clearly felt the same way.

"You would have done that anyway but you win, ten more minutes." You rolled to your side and Jax pulled you into his arms.

"I love you darlin." His lips on yours were soft as he kissed you.

"I love you too Jackson."

One hundred and thirty-four days till the due date.

"Sam, Sam did you hear me?" He looked lost in thought, "Samual."

His head snapped towards you, "sorry. What were you saying about the wedding."

You sighed, "I was saying that you need to figure out if you're going to call it a night when Jax and I do so we can lock up the property or if you're going to help clean up."

He rubbed his face, "yeah sorry. Can I decide on the day? I'd rather wait and see what the baby is doing."

You nodded, "of course. Something else is on your mind and I just know it so hurry up and tell me before I drag it out of you."

He huffed, "nothing gets passed you. I'm just stressed y/n, I got a baby coming, I didn't think it would worry me so much. I know I should be elated but every new ultrasound photo just fills me with dread. Don't get me wrong, I want this I'm just so scared I'm going to fuck it up."

"How so? It's a baby Sam, not a souffle, they are kinda hard to fuck up." That didn't seem to comfort him.

"You know how little they are when they come out, what if I hold them wrong or miss a feeding or don't…" His voice caught.

"Have you talked to Ima about this?" Sam had been going back and forth from joy to worry since Ima started showing.

"Yeah, she thinks I'll be fine." The warmth he felt for her was clear in his voice.

"Because you will be. This is nothing new for you, you were great with Abel and this is no different. If I was worried, you know I would tell you and I'm not worried. You're not our father, you're not going to fuck the baby up trust me." You placed your hand around him and he leaned against your shoulder.

"How do you not live in fear every second of the day? We've seen how horrible the world is, it's filled with horrors and evil people. How am I suppose get up in morning knowing that I can't keep my child safe?" You knew that worry would never fade.

"Who says I don't. All I know is that I'm going to do my best to prepare Abel for whatever life throws at him, what happens after that is up to the powers at be." You didn't want to dwell on that too much.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You must be getting sick on having the same conversation with me all the time." He sounded weary.

"No, I'll have it with you another hundred times if you need me to."

One hundred and ten days till the due date.

"How's work been?"

You sighed, "So busy but the grant came through so we're getting more staff soon. What about you?"

Ima mirrored your sigh as her hand went to her growing belly, "we haven't stopped, I swear I must be producing five videos a day now. Between requests and those education videos you suggested we never have a break but at least I'm sitting down." A smile flashed on her face suddenly and she flapped her arm, "give me your hand."

You did as she asked and she slid your hand over her belly, the flutter of little feet patting against your skin, "wow, the baby is kicking."

Her smile grew but she looked deep in thought, "Thank you for being such a great sister, I don't think many people would be ok with their little brother having a family with a porn star."

You removed your hand from her belly and wrapped her in a hug, "I don't care one bit, you and Sam love each other and this baby is going to have a great life, that's all that matters."

Ninety-four days till the due date.

Knock knock

"Come in." You took a deep breath and opened the Chapel door, doing your best to keep your face neutral but it seemed Sam already knew something was up the moment he met your eye. 

"I know that face, that's the better to beg forgiveness than ask permission face. What do you want sis?" 

You smiled and walked over to Jax as Rat pulled a chair beside him, "so as you know, I'm still writing my book on the Red Pill. Well, I realised that I'm leaving a woeful gap if I don't see these men in their natural habitat but I won't go to one of their hunting grounds for fear of my own safety so I did a thing." 

Jax had a terrible feeling, "what did you do darlin?" 

He could tell by your face it was bad, "well I went on to one of their forums and told them this place would be a slutfest, those were my words, this Wednesday. My plan is to make sure all the women here are from Anvil and watch them try to interact. The women have already agreed and I already have a small party planned. I'm not coming to ask, I'm coming to tell you that the Club owes me and this is me collecting." 

Jax clenched his jaw, "you sure everyone will be safe?" 

You nodded, "I'm positive, you have no need to worry." 

Sam clicked his tongue, "do you want us there?" 

You shook your head, "not you, everyone else can come if you want but please stay home if you feel you can't stop yourself from becoming violent. Some of my guys will be there to play Red Pill creeps so it looks real and one of the gentlemen who you met through your training will play my online persona. I'll be in Juice's Batcave to observe through the hidden cameras and audio and to talk to my plants."

Jax sighed, "you're not even asking permission, you're just telling us how this is going to go." 

You nodded, "yes, as I said, you do owe me." 

Jax rubbed his face and took a deep breath, "fine but you better make sure they don't come back." 

You smiled, "oh, don't worry, they won't, Some of the money's been linked back to a crypto coin that's less than legal and I may have tipped some people off."

Jax chuckled and looked around the room, "I think we can give our Clubhouse to a good cause for the night, all in favour?" 

Their hands went up slowly, Sam's going up last with a shake of his head, "alright darlin, you can have you fun." 

****

You slid next to Juice with a smile, "I'm surprised you came, I thought this would be too much for you?"

Juice shook his head, "Jess and I want to adopt one day, I need to know what my kids are going to be dealing with." Juice looked over the screen, "it all looks good, you think the guys will be able to stick to the scripts you gave them?"

You nodded, "yeah, they've had plenty of prep. Plus they've all got ear pieces and codewords in case they get stuck. I can talk to one and type stuff for you to tell another person at the same time."

Juice sighed, "I guess this is where the fun starts."

You smiled, "yes it is."

****

"I would pay money, cash money to see this go down with these women organically." You were happy the night was coming close to its end.

Juice huffed, "we met some of them, it would be a bloodbath."

You chuckled, "yes, that's what I'm hoping for. I'm going to give them a bonus for keeping it together, I would have poisoned these fucks by now."

Juice spun in his chair, "you still can you know, they won't be missed."

You groaned, "I wish but the IRS will fucked them better than I ever could."

****

Jax almost broke down the door when the last man left, "is that all you need to get this book done?" His tone was full of rage.

You nodded, "yep, that's the last of it. What's wrong Jackson?"

He shook his head, "can Juice go home?" You nodded, and Jax's jaw clenched, "go home and spend the rest of the night with Jess." Juice could taste the anger coming off Jax as he left.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, "alright, you wanna tell me why you're so angry you're shaking?"

He swallowed, "I have my limits, y/n, I ain't putting up with them again. I get that you are your guys have had to deal with people you want to kill but no one us are trained for that, this night could have gone very different."

You lifted your hand to his cheek, "I overheard their conversations Jax, It's not like you wouldn't have heard the same things said in a Clubhouse before."

Jax's anger gave way to fear, "Sam's got a little girl on the way. Ellie's going into high school soon. How are they supposed to deal with that shit? What if we have a girl one day, how the fuck is Abel meant to make friends?"

You understood his anger now, "oh my love, men like that have always been around and they always will be. I'm writing the book for that very reason. These people thrive on not being known, on having all their tricks hidden from the world. Isn't it better to suffer them for one night, knowing that maybe one day you can share what you've learned and help someone?"

Jax let out a shaky breath, "yeah, you're right. These kind of lessons are going to happen a lot more aren't they?"

You nodded, "we have a child Jax and we might have more, there are things that as much as we'd like to, we can't hide from him."

Jax pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes damp, "can we go home now?"

You nodded, "of course we can."

Eight-six days till the due date.

"Have we ever put on a baby shower before?" Kozik was looking at the balloons like they were in Latin.

"No, we haven't. Sam and Ima don't want much, no silly games or shit like that. Just a nice party, I'm pretty sure they're only holding it to get people to their backs. Now hang the balloons please, this place still looks like the Clubhouse and that doesn't exactly say, welcome to our spring, baby."

****

"Bamboo cotton is better, it breaths more and it's softer."

Jax huffed at your statement, "It's also double the price. As long as it's not flammable, it doesn't matter."

"But their skin is so soft, and their little legs are so fat." No one ever took Happy for being clucky but he was.

"See Jax, Hap's got the right idea."

You were sitting at the picnic tables with Jax, the guys and Gemma, sipping on some fancy fruit drink while the afternoon passed you by.

"When are you and Jax going to have more kids?" There was a moment of quiet, it was only a matter of time before Gemma said something, you had hoped she would wait until you were married.

"Really mum?" Jax sounded pissed.

"What, Abel should have siblings." Yeah, she was doing this now.

"I'm not sure Gem, it might be never. Pregnancy is dangerous, it permanently disables people every day. In the end, it's between Jax and me and I'm the one who has the final say because I'll be the one going through it." You hoped that would stop Gemma in her tracks.

"Please, Ima's doing fine. You're young and healthy, you'll be fine." Things were getting awkward fast.

"Well maybe the next time your son creampies me, it will stick but for now, I think the birth control is doing its job." Even Tig looked uncomfortable but your words had their intended effect.

"You'll come around don't worry, I'm sure of it." She got after that and went and sat with Nero and Bobby, it was a shame she didn't have to sit in what just happened.

"You really went there darlin, didn't you?" Jax wasn't mad.

"Yes I did. Isn't that what people are asking when they're asking about us having kids? That's how the baby gets there most of the time." You weren't going to back down.

"Is that going to be your response everytime?" He sounded worried now.

"Yep, the only reason I wasn't more vulgar was because it was your mother. The last time someone asked I went into graphic detail, they don't come near me anymore." Tig's eyes lit up, "nope, nothing for you Mr, what happens between me and Jax is not for your ears."

Jax sighed, "That's fair enough. But for what it's worth, you'd look really hot…"

You shoved him playfully, "if you finish that sentence, you will never see my vagina again."

****

"Can you go find your brother? Marcus and his guys are here and they want to drop off some gifts." Jax had stayed by you for the rest of the afternoon and you had the sneaking suspicion it was to keep you from having another outburst.

"Of course, I hope they didn't buy too much, they already have everything they need." You were worried it was going to be over the top, apparently, babies were a big thing in the biker world.

"No, just clothes and books like they asked. Last I heard, they were in the dorm taking a break." Jax was looking at you fondly, he had been so much happier lately.

"Of course my love, I'll be back it in jiffy." You hurried off, brushing by the people in the hall as you made your way to the dorm.

You knocked twice before opening, "Sam… OH MY GOD."

There was a scramble of bodies as Sam moved to cover Ima, "I'm sorry, I'll leave you two along."

You walked back to Jax, unsure of how to process what you just saw but couldn't wait because Jax was standing next to Marcus and Marcus was looking at you expectantly, "where are the happy couple? We wanted to drop some things off."

You blinked, "they are busy."

"Darlin they can't be that busy." You really didn't want to elaborate.

"Jackson, they are busy." He turned and looked at your face, and tried to suppress his smile as the realisation settled for everyone.

"We'll wait, free beer is free beer right?" Marcus was trying to not laugh.

"Yes, that would be wise." They head off to get themselves drinks and Jax broke down.

"Teller, it is not funny, I did not need to see that." You rubbed your face as if to remove the image from your eyes.

"You'll be fine, it's not like the baby got there by magic." You wanted to kick him.

"Yeah, laugh it up. The next time I have space in a practical lecture you're coming, you won't laugh so hard then." That didn't seem to stop him.

"You can count me in darlin."

Twenty till the due date.

Jax smiled as he listened to your speech in the background for the fifty millionth time. His station in the garage had slowly become where he spent most of his time. His eyes flicked from the now clean gun in his hand to his phone screen.

You had gotten the nomination letter for the Scientific Services to Humanity award a few days after the baby shower, and Jax had been beaming with pride ever since. He was lucky enough to be able to go with you, his dress shirt itchy as you accepted the medal in your silver evening dress with a smile on your face.

"Lastly and most importantly, I want to thank my Beloved Jackson who has stuck by me through all the late nights and early mornings, my constant support and my shoulder to cry on. He truly is the second best thing that ever happened to me."

He wasn't ashamed at the tears that stung his eyes that night, they had arrived when you spoke of Abel, how you wanted a better world for him and how he was the most precious thing in your life.

"Really Jackie boy, you must be able to repeat that by heart by now." Chibs' tone was full of affection.

"Shut up man. Do you know how hard I had to try to convince her to go? I'm going to enjoy it."

Opie shook his head, "don't bother man, I'm pretty sure he hasn't stopped smiling since they announced her name."

Chibs chuckled, "speaking of the lass in question."

Chibs pointed behind him and Jax followed his finger to you standing there with an unpressed look on your face, "oh boy Jackson, you'd think I was dead and that was the last video you had of me."

Jax shook his head, "I'm just proud of you, plus you looked gorgeous in that dress."

You sighed, "yeah, I know. I was just stopping by to drop off more Anvil contracts, you guys are going to be very busy."

Jax hopped up and met you halfway and took the file from your hands with a smile, "you wanna get a snack with me darlin?"

You nodded, "hell yeah."

Jax searched around for his holster, sighing as he realised he had left it in the office. Without thinking, he lifted his shirt and stuffed the gun down his pants only to meet the look of horror on your face.

"Oh no beloved, don't do that," Jax was taken aback, he could count the times you have called him beloved in public on one hand.

You walked up to him and yanked his shirt up before removing the gun and placing it on the table, "you've had a month of training my love, you should know that's not safe. If you blow of you penis I'll still love you but me and my vagina will be very sad, ok?"

Jax flushed red, he hadn't been this embarrassed in years, trust you to pull something like that in front of half of his brothers, "I'm sorry darlin, I won't do it again, I left my holster in the office."

You lifted your hand to your face, "oh my, this just won't do. If I ever see you do something like that again, I'm going to make you come to the lab and help me with an autopsy of someone who's been shot in the dick, understand?"

Jax nodded, "yep, I'm hearing you loud and clear."

You smiled, "good." You pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned on your heel, "I'm going to get us those snacks, you can sit in your embarrassment for a bit."

Chibs' laughter broke the silence, "you learn your lesson Jackie boy?"

Jax huffed, "fuck off man."

Seven days till the due date.

"Sam and Ima are at the door." They had been coming a lot in the last few days, if only for you to ease their minds about the baby.

"Thanks T, they can come through."

Sam had his hand on Ima's back, he hadn't left her side in the last month and you were grateful Jax was generous with the paternity leave because Sam was a worried mess when he didn't know what Ima was doing.

"Hello you two, how did the ultrasound go?" Ima reached into her bag and handed you a black and white photo.

"Aww, look at that little nose. Not long left now." You handed Ima back the photo and Sam's eye lingered as you went.

"Yes, well as you can see, it's not as clear as yours. We were wondering if you'd let us have another look?" This would make it time number four, it must have been the 3D tec.

"Of course, but only a few minutes since you don't need it." You waved them over to the office and Sam shot you a smile.

"You know the drill." It didn't take long for everything to be set up then you were dragging the wand across Ima's belly. With a few clacks, a steady thump filled the room and Sam's eyes got wet, "you good little bro?"

He nodded and wiped his face, "yeah, I'm great. How does everything look?"

You sighed, "I'm not that kind of doctor but everything looks fine. The baby is in a good position, the heartbeat is strong and he or she has a great head size, there's a good brain in there."

"A good position, does that mean the C section will be easy?" Ima had decided a month in that she wasn't interested in going through childbirth, not that the other option was any easier.

"Yes, Sam, the C section will go fine." Sam must have asked you about it a million times, it's not that he wasn't one hundred per cent behind Ima, he was just worried about everything.

"Baby you have to stop worrying. We're going to be fine." She paused, "do you think the C section is the right thing?"

You handed her something to wipe her belly and printed the better photos, "it's your choice, that's all that matters. However, given that birth complications run in your family, I think it's a good idea. If anyone says otherwise, they can be the ones to push the baby out."

"One of the nurses said something on the way out, I'm still pissed about it." Sam's tone wasn't just pissed.

"Let me guess, something about Ima's anatomy staying the way it was before she got pregnant?" Sam's jaw ticked.

"Yeah, as fucking if I'd put my wife through major.." He stopped himself, "I fucking hate people."

You and Ima exchanged looks, "how about Travis takes you to the cafe and I spend some time with my brother?"

Ima smiled, "good idea."

Ima hopped of the couch and closed your office door on the way out, "Samuel, what is going on now? It's a new worry every day with you."

He thumbed differed over the photo his hand, "I'm gonna fuck it up y/n, somehow I'm going to fuck this up and I'll never forgive myself. I look at her and my baby and I know I don't deserve any of it. I've spent my whole adult life killing, I don't just get a wife and a baby and a happy ending."

It always went back to this, "Sammy, that's not how any of this works. In seven days, you and Ima are going to check into St Thomas and a week after that, you're going to come out with a new baby and everything will be wonderful. I know you're not going to stop worrying so I'll just tell you that as your older, wiser, much more attractive sister, I know you're going to be fine."

Sam huffed, "shut up."

Your wrapped your arms around him and pressed your lips to his temple, "come on, we better head to the cafe before Travis eats all the chocolate cake."

Zero days till the due date.

"Clothes, good snacks, important information and baby stuff all packed. You are good to go. I'll drive you guys and Jax will take the car back to the house. Lyla is at St Thomas as we speak booking your room so we are good to go." Ima was too tired to plan and Sam was a bucket of nerves.

"I'm so hungry." You didn't blame her, growing a baby looked hard.

"Yes, you have surgery in four hours. Once the baby is here, you can eat all you want." You handed Sam the bag and waved to the car, finding Jax in the driver's seat when you got out the door, "hey Teller, what happened to me driving?"

He smirked, "you drive like a mad woman and no one wants that right now."

You rolled your eyes, "fine, but you owe me."

****

Lyla and Opie were there waiting as everyone entered the maternity ward, "you're all booked, the room is really nice."

Jax looped his arm around yours as you followed Lyla and the nurse down the hall and into Ima's room, "we'll be here in about an hour to do some tests, you guys settle in."

Sam had already set up the bed and Ima shook her head at him fondly, "everything's fine baby, stop fussing."

Sam did his best to not look like a kicked puppy but he didn't do a very good job, "you're fine Sammy, everything is fine."

"I just want everything to be perfect." He wrapped his arms around Ima and helped her into the bed before sitting on the edge and lifting her feet onto his lap so he could remove her shoes.

"I'm going to go run down some chairs and update the guys, they should be here soon." Ima flashed Ope a smile and he walked off with a skip in his step.

"You know they don't need to be here if you don't want them to be, you're the one giving birth." You wanted to make sure Ima didn't feel pressure from Gemma to play the perfect old lady.

Ima sighed, "No, I want them here. Plus, I know you'll scare them off if I change my mind."

"Hell yeah I will, I'll even punch Sam for doing this to you, if you want me to." Jax gave you a friendly shove, "sorry."

****

The next two hours both crawled and flashed by and by the time doctors where wheeling Ima off to the OR with Sam in tow, everyone was suitably anxious, "how long will this take?"

Jax's hand hadn't left yours since everyone had settled in the room, "an hour max, they'll call us to the chairs outside the OR doors once she's all set up but we won't be allowed in."

"You ready to meet your niece?" Jax's voice was full of joy.

"I am, are you?" You flopped your head against his shoulder and he pressed his lips to your temple.

"You bet, she's going to be the most loved baby on the planet." His eyes drifted to the door, almost willing the nurse to come in and give you and Jax to go ahead.

"I can't wait to tell Abel, he's been so excited." Abel was always trying to help with things for the baby and the nursery was covered in his drawings.

"Everything's going to be ok, isn't is?" Jax had no worry in his voice.

"It is, don't worry."

****

"Ok, you'll feel some pressure but if you feel any pain please let us know. Daddy should keep his head behind the drape unless he's ok with seeing blood." The doctor had been wonderful through the whole thing and Sam and Ima's worries were always attended to.

"Don't worry doc, I'm not going to look." Sam stroked Ima's face lovingly and his heart filled with love as she leaned into his hand, "I love you so much, you have given me everything I could ever ask for."

She smiled up at him, a little dopey from the drugs, "I love you too Sammy." She inhaled as she left the pressure the doctor talked about and Sam's face filled with worry, "everything's fine, don't worry."

"You have a very caring husband, it's nice to see." Sam blushed at the nurse's statement.

"He's wonderful, he's going to make an amazing father." Ima squeezed his hand and took a deep breath as she felt an overwhelming pulling.

"Are you alright?" Sam had to stop himself from standing up to make sure the doctor wasn't doing something wrong.

Ima gave him a tight smile, "I'm fine, it just feels strange."

"That's because you're about to meet your baby." Right on cue, a piercing screaming filled the room, "congratulations, you have a beautiful little girl."

There was a rush of movement and a nurse appeared next to them holding their baby. Ima reached out and took the little girl in her arms as Sam watched, "she's perfect."

Sam sniffed and ran the tip of his finger over the baby's cheek, "she needs a name."

"There's plenty of time for that, we'll let your friends know the good news and take you back to your room so you can rest. Everything went well and you should heal nicely."

****

You and Jax had been waiting just outside the hallway to the labour and delivery OR for half an hour when a nurse came out, "You have a neice, she's six pounds, two ounces and twenty inches long. Mum and baby are resting but they want you two back in their room once you've let everyone know the good news."

You took a moment with each other before going to tells everyone for the news to sink in, "are you upset that you knew?"

You shook your head, "no, it still feels the same. Hap's going to be over the moon."

Jax chuckled fondly, "I don't think he would have cared either way." He patted your knee, stood up and held out his hand, "come on darlin, we better let everyone know the good news."

You hurried off arm in arm with Jax to the large waiting room, open the door and popped your head in, "Six pounds, two ounces and twenty inches long. Everything went well and the baby is healthy."

Happy glared at you, "what is it."

Jax grinned and shook his head, "a little girl."

High fives and happy shouts were exchanged, it was insane how normal everything felt. You noticed movement in the corner of your eye, Tig was handing Kozik a wad of cash, "did you bet on the sex of the baby?"

Kozik blinked, "we all did, don't worry. We're going to give the money to the baby."

"What's a baby going to do with money shithead?" Happy's joy was palatable in his tone.

Jax's hand rested on your lower back as you addressed the group, "I'm sure Sam and Ima will be grateful you're setting her up for a good future. We're going to go in and meet the little one, once they're ready for visitors, we'll call you guys in."

You walked the few feet the Ima's and room and knocked on the door and Sam opened it a few seconds later, "hey."

"Hey, how is everyone?" You walked inside, Ima was half asleep but paying attention.

"We're all good, you wanna meet my little girl?" You nodded and Sam walked you over to the crib.

"She's perfect." You held out your arms and Sam nodded before you bent down and picked her up, "she's tiny." Her eyes were closed and every part of her but her face was covered in warm clothes and blankets, "does she have a name?"

Sam and Ima exchanged a look, "Audrey, Audrey y/n."

"You named your baby after me?" It was not to cry looking at her tiny sleeping face.

"Only her middle name, we don't need two of you." Sam had nothing but love in his voice but there was worry in his face.

"Have you held her yet Sammy?" The worry grew and it was clear the answer was no.

"She's so small, I'll hurt her." He looked positively terrified

Ima gave you a look and you sighed before taking two steps towards him, "well, now is a good a time as any." He stiffed as you went to pass Audrey to him but you didn't give him a chance to back out, "you'll be fine, you gotta do it."

You all but shoved her into his arms and he stopped breathing, "you're fine, she's fine, see." Her eyes opened and Sam relaxed as he looked over her.

"I love you so much little one, you have no idea." The tears were falling freely now, "you're my little girl."

Your wrapped your arm around Jax and watched as Sam walked over to Ima's bed with the baby in his embrace, "you should have handed her to me first, now I'm never going to get to hold her."

Ima giggled, "you can be the first one to change her if you like."

"That's fair. Are you ever going to put her down Sam?" Jax knew the overwhelming weight of Sam's emotions.

Sam's eyes never left Audrey's face, "Never, now that I've got her I don't think I can."

****

"Hap, stop hogging the baby and give her here." The frustration in Bobby's tone came across even though he was whispering so Ima could sleep.

"He's right Hap, you gotta share." Happy sighed at your statement and reluctantly handed Audrey to Bobby.

"She's gorgeous, you should be proud." Sam had stayed close as Audrey was passed from person to person, always within touching distance just in case.

"I am, Ima did so well." Sam had never felt so much love in his whole life, "I love both of them so much."

Bobby smiled and handed her back to Sam, "she's one lucky kid. We'll go get the other guys."

Happy and Bobby left and Chibs and Tig took their place. Chibs caught sight of Audrey in her little pink hat and walked over with his arms outstretched, "aww, the wee little lass."

She had somehow extracted her fat little arm from the swaddle and was waving it around, reaching out into the world around her, "look at that, she knows who her favourite uncle is."

"I think Hap would have something to say about that." Sam was feeling less anxious by the second, if his brothers had any say in it, she was going to be the most loved baby on the planet.

"Give her here, I wanna hold her." Chibs sighed but as he pulled Audrey away to pass her to Tig, her arm stopped and she let out a scream, "what did I do?"

You laughed, "I think she's just grumpy, she's been passed around like a football since she came out."

Sam took her from Chibs and tucked her arm back inside the blanket before handing her to the now awake Ima, "I'll feed her, everyone else can come and see her later."

You sighed, "that's everyone cue to leave, we'll be just outside of you need us."

She smiled, "thank you."

****

Once everyone had been through, Sam called Gemma and asked her to bring Abel so he could meet his cousin. He was currently walking next to you, buzzing with excitement as you made your way to Ima's room, "you got to be quiet since she might be asleep."

Abel looked at you like you had said the most obvious thing on the planet, "I know mummy, and I got to be gentle cause she's small."

You smiled, "that's right, daddy is already in there waiting for us. Are you ready to meet her?"

He nodded aggressively, "yes please." He snuck under your arm as you opened the door but stopped himself from running to her when he saw her asleep in the crib.

As he got closer, Jax opened his arms so Abel could sit in his lap, "she's so little."

Jax chuckled, "yeah, she's a baby."

"So she can't play with me yet?" He sounded sad.

"Well not like you want but you can talk to her and show her things, baby love it when you talk to them." You knew you had a stupid smile on your face but so did everyone else.

"Can I go get Grandma?" Sam and Ima had calmed down a bit but there was still no way Gemma was going to be alone with Audrey.

"Of course, be quick because we all need to get some rest." Ima sounded exhausted.

Abel ran off as quietly as he could and returned with Gemma in tow, "Can I have froggy please." Gemma reached into her bag and handed Abel his favourite soft toy before Abel walked over to Audrey's crib. He pressed a kiss to the fluffy fabric then reached over the plastic rim and placed it next to his sleeping cousin.

You looked at Jax, who was already wiping his face with the back of his hand, "That's very sweet of you Abel, thank you for doing that."

Abel smiled at his father and climbed back into his lap, "I want Audrey to be my friend and mummy says you should share with your friends."

You relaxed into your chair with a sigh, "I'm sure she loves it very much sweetie."

****

Day turned into night and everyone went home to their lives, leaving Ima and Sam alone with their new baby. Despite you telling Sam that you would be there at the drop of a hat if he called, he couldn't calm himself enough to fall asleep along side with wife and baby.

He sat by her crib and watched as her chest rose and fell with sleep, her little hand wrapped around on of his huge fingers as he spoke softly to her, "you don't know it yet little one but you are going to have such a good life. Your mummy and I love you so much, and your aunt y/n is the coolest person I know. And you have so many aunties and uncles who love you so much." He felt overwhelmed with emotions, there was so much he wanted to tell her.

Ima's hand on his back brought him back to earth, "come to be baby, you need rest."

Sam twisted around and brought her hand to his lip, "I'm just going to stay up a little longer, just to make sure she's ok." Ima mumbled a reply but Sam was too busy watching Audrey to notice. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead, "sleep tight little one, I love you with all my heart."

Part 64

@watercolorskyy @withmyteeth @camelia35

[mejcinta]

There’s also hardly any content or support for Gayle on certain platforms besides a few random people on Twitter who love her already. But the proof is in that fact that Instagram is literally full of videos and photos of Gayle that existed well before she was casted, and nobody digs them up like they do with Ewan Mitchell. The Alys tag on tumblr used to be updated constantly with fics, edits, and fancasts that suited everyone’s self-inserts. As soon as Gayle got casted, the tag went quiet and hardly anyone talks about her now.

I find it sad because I was really hoping the person casted was deliberately be unique and far from anything “self-insert-ish” because she’s a strong character on her own and not just a love interest for Aemond. But very few seem to agree.

Yes, it’s probably because it’s early and we haven’t see her as Alys yet, but nobody is “meat riding” this actress by any means. The people being really supportive of her are doing the bare minimum. And yes, there was no previous casting, and nobody has seen Gayle as Alys yet lmao. She’s gonna do fine.

I'm sure that once we get to see Gayle and all the other new cast on screen, there will be more content made for her and the rest of her fellow new coworkers.

But you're right. At first Alys was just a major self insert for most fans.

Aemond is a hot character. People go crazy for him, especially the girlies (me included lol).

Good thing is I'm more of a nerd than just a thirsty fangirl. I've been intrigued by Alys from the moment I read about her (a witch, come on now!)

And I was relieved!!! when we got the casting announcement because people had been swearing up and down Alys would be cut off from the story for some petty reason.

We need more badass women in the story, for crying out loud. Especially those that aren't highborn, you know. And Alys signifies that for me, together with Nettles and maybe even Sara Snow (if they allow her to exist lmao).

I really don't know much about Western actors but I didn't mind Emily Beecham either when the audition tape leaked.

However, Gayle won it and by what I see of her past work she is more than capable of embodying Alys. I am excited to see what she will serve. But in the meantime just be patient as the Alys fandom slowly but surely grows. 🙏🏾😜

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

tagged by @howdydowdy <3 thankss!! i also don't watch a tonne of shows but i do watch a lot of films so i'm gonna do a combo of the two lol

8 shows/films to get to know me

borstal boy (2000(?) film) - watching this as a teen Changed me tbh... it also definitely gave me one of my first glimpses of a bisexual character on screen... also danny dyer plays a gay sailor in this i mean??? what more could you want lol (also feel like this film is equal parts depressing and hopeful which is my ideal kinda film lol)

the simpsons - i watched this religiously as a kid (every night at 6pm on channel 4 lol) so much so that my family makes jokes that everything i know i know from the simpsons lol...

would i lie to you? (uk panel show) - i feel like this show really explains a lot of my style of humour (i've literally nearly pissed myself whilst watching this show at times lol), plus i've had a crush on david mitchell for years which like no that isn't relevant to this list but i'm including it anyway... one of my fav clips is 'lee mack's keys' (give it a search on youtube it's hilar lol)

watership down (1970s animated film, i also love the book too btw) - the animation style of the very first part of this film has literally never left me, it's like ingrained onto my brain as the most incredible thing ever! the rest of the film is also amazing, albeit brutal at times which definitely fucked me up as a kid... esp that evil rabbit (wormwort?), pretty sure i was terrified of him lol

hook (1990s film (yes i know i could look up the exact date but i'm not gonna cos i'm lazy)) - this is one of the films that i know so many quotes from & me and my family use them to each other all the time lol (you're doing it peter! RUFIO RUFIO RU FI OHHHHH you're. afraid. you're. going. to. get. sucked. out. stop acting like a child!! i am a child!? RUN HOME JACK RUN HOME JACK wait...HOME RUN JACK HOME RUN JACK don't stop me smee don't stop me stop me smee stop me ... you get the picture lol) robin william's films just have a special place in my heart and this is one of the best imo

gayle (youtube comedy series) - it's embarrassing how much i think about this series & i literally rewatch it at least once every year so... i feel like that says a lot about me... idk WHAT exactly it says but it is.. it's a lot lol

i'm a cyborg but that's ok (2008(??) film) - if you asked me what my favourite park chanwook film is, you'd probs guess i'd pick the handmaiden, but you'd be so so so wrong, because THIS film is an absolute masterpiece that hasn't left me since my sister showed it to me like 10 years ago lol... it's about mental illness and stigma and grief and love and also rain (the singer) yodels in it whilst flying through the air it's great

labyrinth (1986 film (hey i actually remembered the date lol!) - i'm been thinking for ages what final thing to include and realised it had been staring me in the face: labyrinth, literally my favourite film of all time lol! it's equal amounts comedic, creepy, emotional, plus david bowie is there in ALL his glory (some may say too much glory but i'd tell them to shut their goddamn mouths lol)! the songs are amazing, the ballroom scene literally shaped who i am now.. it's a film about adolescence, siblings, it's about friendship and found family, it's about growing up but also keeping your childhood close at heart, should you need it... it's also about david bowie's bul- *gunshot*

that's all folks! i did try and not just include stuff that i'm nostalgic about, but unfortunately nostalgia is my middle name so most of these are things i've connected to for a very long time...

tagging (no pressure to actually do it ofc, the original prompt is 8 shows i think but you can essentially change it to 8 anything in my book lol): @dollopheadsandclotpoles @wovesaxe @micamicster @platypusplayhere @sylvasa @asoftspotforangels @zelvuska

[readysetjo]

My Taylor Swift Eras Tour (Nashville N2 /// 5/6) post!!!

Openers: Gayle, Phoebe Bridgers, & Boygenius

Surprise songs: OOTW, & Fifteen

Surprise performance: Nothing New (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

My night details:

-went with 4 close friends 💞💞

-came with 8 bracelets to trade and left with 9!

-was dressed as a cross of (mostly) Reputation with a butterfly top slightly reminiscent of Lover

-saw so many other Swifties wearing my same tights (fishnets with snake details) 🤟🤘

-fell in love with black lipstick (“sensual politics”)

-Reputation was, unsurprisingly, my favorite era she performed

-“Don’t Blame Me for What You Made Me Do,” Illicit Affairs chorus, Vigilante Shit, & 22 kick line were my favorite performance moments

-I did not regret going in having seen spoilers and partial set list knowledge bc it was easier to be in the moment and not be tempted to record or take pics bc I knew they would be online anyway

-met a Swiftie from this site named Nichole (@kimberly-wexler), which was also my first irl meetup with an online mutual!, and we exchanged bracelets

-laughed at how many times I found myself singing with my eyes closed despite this being a visual performance

-partially obstructed seating still made a REALLY GOOD show

Photos from my evening:

Advice to mostly me/ anyone else listening:

-know which side is in shade during outside shows and just throw on some sunscreen (by knowing sunset patterns bc I was in the shade the whole time waiting for the performance but I saw others being beat by the sun before the performance for a good 30-50 minutes)

-bring poncho even if you don’t need it (did this successfully just don’t want to forget)

-bring next time: external phone charger (if only for charging your phone to order an Uber at the end of the night) & earplugs (Gayle’s bass and sometimes the screaming was TOO loud)

********

taylor swift ("for TS"/ "CW" not going to tag the post bc I don't want it in the tag bc this is just for my records)

[almostbeabeauty]

Some people are obviously checking the anti tag and Helaemond shippers' blogs because there's no way they randomly came across your posts, yet we're the bad ones and for what, coming up with theories they disagree with? Big deal, why is it so hard for them to block us though? (I'm also pretty sure one of your anons is a well known anti from Twitter who's known for sending anon hate and stalking others, the message sounds a lot like them lmao, they're not very slick) Tbh I don't personally think Phia and Gayle are going to look alike that much when the latter is going to be wearing a black haired wig, but to say they don't resemble each other at all pretty delusional. They do, especially from certain angles, it's fine to admit it as it's highly likely the casting directors didn't specifically look for an actress similar to Phia anyway. However the denial some have over Helaemond and Alimond is pretty interesting. IMO they may very well be dropping the Helaemond thing in S2 despite playing with it in S1 (confirmed by legitimate leaks), but the Alimond subtext/Aemond's mommy issues are pretty obviously going to a major thing in his relationship with Al*s, denying this won't make it go away.

They most definitely stalk some Helaemond blogs. The way certain Helaemond friendly blogs will get hate as soon as their anonymous asks are turned back on. Yeah, how did they know it was back on unless you've been following their blog or stalking it.

They don't want Helaemond's to put out theories because deep down they must be worried those theories could happen. And when most people don't like something they want to live in denial. As to why they don't block OR at least blacklist the tags they don't want to see.. I have no idea.

Perhaps they are nosy and need to see what others have to say on the matter, even though they don't like it. Hey, I've been there. I've needed to see the theories and metas of my NOTPs before, to see if I thought the ship had a leg to stand on or not. But you know what you don't do after you do that? You don't send anon hate. Seriously. Making a real life person feel shitty over fictional characters is not it! It will never be it!

The one thing we disagree on is, I think the casting decision on the actress of Alys looking similar to Phia was a deliberate choice. But as others have pointed out, the actress also looks quite a bit like Daemon, who we know Aemond idolizes right now. Alicent's name, looks similar to his sister and uncle, has visions similar to his sister, and is supposedly a strong bastard just like his nephew he was obsessed with. She's like all of his obsessions rolled into one and I think the show is purposely playing on that.

I don't think they will drop the Helaemond relationship in s2 - why would they even bother setting it up otherwise - but they definitely could.

There is a reason the show made Aemond so close to his mother before he meets Alys. They made him the golden boy and now he's about to fall from grace in her eyes. Their relationship will most like never be the same (Alicent will always love him. She loves her kids unconditionally.) and that will take it's toll on Aemond since he's never had to face her disappointment like Aegon has.

We have Alys's audition leak and she says to Daemon "it's a pity you never had a mother." Umm.. why did this even need to come up? It didn't but the writers wrote it for a reason. If was shipping Aly$mond, I'd be worried right then and there about her playing on Aemond's mother issues.

[lame2882]

About Me ✎

Howdy! Welcome to my blog!

I'm not great at introductions. I've been here for... a good amount of years and I'm just barely getting around to introducing myself on here.

Anyway, Hi! I'm an artist and a writer and have chosen this blog as the vessel of my machinations.

Basics:

☆ I mostly go by Lame! But some other names I enjoy are Mel, Lochland, Castor, and Gayl (yes, I have characters with some of these names too)

☆ I'm trans masculine! Still figuring things out right now, but the pronouns I use are he/they/xe/xem/ae/aer as well as some others that I'll clarify later down the post!

☆ I am an adult! Still don't try anything sketchy tho. I am taken.

☆ Dissociated daydreamer

☆ Although I am a writer, I don't like telling stories through... writing. I love unconventional ways to tell stories like... comics and video games. Y'know, things I don't know how to do

☆ I will talk obsessively about my OCs and fictional worlds and you can't stop me

☆ I am obsessed with The Legend of Zelda and have my own fanon universe/timeline for it. Is it lore accurate? Absolutely not, but have you seen the canon timeline?

Hashtags:

#lame reposts is a hashtag that I put all of my reblogs under, just to keep things neat

#lame art is for all my art!

#out of canon shenanigans is for all my stuff that isn't canon to any of my stories. Ranges from random one-offs to whole aus, which will also be tagged respectfully

#in canon shenanigans is for all my stuff that is canon to any of my stories. Usually concept art or short stories

#Foranon is for everything related to my fantasy world Foranon, one of my main wips that I post about... a lot

#BoSZAU stands for Balance of Shadows Zelda AU. It's my Fanon Zelda Universe/Timeline... which is basically an alternate universe for Foranon

#TRTS stands for “To Rewrite The Stars” which is a new wip about my persona Castor and his twin Pollux and how they navigate the world

#DTHS stands for Devil Towne High School, which is my interconnected universe of various wips. Most of the stories have been abandoned, but I might still use the hashtag from time to time for the stories that are still being worked on

I also have various hashtags for various OCs but we don't have time for all that. Just look up their names and you'll get it.

More information about me as well as where else to find me below the cut!

I'm trans masculine. I mostly use he/they pronouns, but have been doing some fuckery with neopronouns and even nounpronouns and they feel really nice so here's a full list of pronouns you can use for me!

☆He/Him

☆They/Them

☆Xe/Xem

☆Ae/Aer

☆Ey/Em

☆Star/Stars

☆Void/Voids

Please do not start discourse on my blog, thanks

I'm an artist and writer! I write original stuff, but the only stories I've actually managed to finish have been fanfics. I finished a whole trilogy of fanfics but can't focus long enough on my original stuff to finish anything.

I am an avid daydreamer and I often forget about my surroundings because of it and I feel bad because it makes me oblivious to a lot of things. A lot of my stories come from my daydreams.

One of these stories is Foranon! I'd love to give a synopsis on it, but there's literally so much that would need explaining that I don't have time to put it all down here. It's mostly just a worldbuilding project right now with a narrative worming its way through it. I'll have to make an infodump post about it and I'll link it here eventually. For now, take the blog I made for it that I never touch @foranongame

I also have Balance of Shadows! Which is one of the many fanfics I mentioned in the paragraph above. It's a Zelda AU where I decided to mess with the canon timeline into something I find cohesive. The characters in this AU are kinda the same in Foranon as Foranon is basically just me repurposing fan characters for something more original.

I'm also hoping to return to my story Ghost Freaks! Which is a comic I've been planning for 4-5 years now. I published the prologue of the comic back in 2020 and then motivation killed me so I never touched it again. Hoping to revamp it and start on it again soon! Again, have the blog I never touch @ghost-freaks-comic

I'm... not good at synopses.

Social Media

You can find all my social media on my carrd here

All my stuff is some variation of Lame2882 or Lame.2882

Interests

As said before, I'm obsessed with Legend of Zelda, but some other interests of mine are:

☆Omori

☆Little Nightmares

☆Pin Collecting

☆Danganronpa

☆Astronomy

☆Night in the Woods

☆ROTTMNT

☆Don't Starve

☆Sky: Children of the Light

☆Ghosts and other supernatural stuff

And I think that's all you really need to know about me! Feel free to say hi!

[kazumirambles]

Doing my regular username for most things because more stuff to write <3

K - Koko de Iki wo Shite (eill)

A - Arcade (Duncan Lawrence)

Z - Zenzenzense (RADWIMPS)

U - Universe (OFFICIAL HIGE DANDISM)

M - Mad At Disney (salem ilese)

I - I Wanna Be a Boy (Addison Grace)

F - Fantasy (Lauren Spencer Smith, GAYLE, Em Beihold)

Y - You Need to Calm Down (Taylor Swift)

I don't know who to tag but whoever wants to join in should join!!

spell out your name or url with songs !!

P - Prom Queen (Beach Bunny)

I - I’ll Make Cereal (Cavetown)

G - girls (girl in red)

E - Empty Bed (Cavetown)

O - Oh Ana (Mother Mother)

N - No Surprised (Radiohead)

tagging: @angerycat @ast3ria-blue @swiftieannah @melancholy-melomaniac @melancholypessimism @whyybesocial @i-have-no-idea-111 @the-literary-anything-blog @underappreciatedtomato @livelaughlovebillzo @charlie-is-missing @chronic-stressed @v4nillaskies @nonsensical-space-ghost @alm0std34d and any other mutuals or people who want to join in !!

[they-callme-ami]

He Noticed.

Word Count: 1,083

Tags/Warnings: slight angst, implications of PTSD and Depression, MC does not come back to life but the ending is sweet still.

Author's Note: Hiiiiii Nikki! I know this isn't the romantic kinda fanfic one would expect for Valetine's day, but I think that Sean deserves some relaxation and self care, and some familial love. Don't worry, I'll write you a fic where he [REDACTED] your MC and they [REDACTED] [REDACTED] until the sun rises. And I still got some art for ya after this! So without further ado, (and a hella long time waiting...) here ya go @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil

The past five years was a blur for everyone, really. For Sean though, it seemed to everyine on the outside that he was completley fine. Well....everyone accept those faithful friends on La Huerta that now knew Sean Gayle like the back of their hands.

Sean had gotten drafted for the NFL and they even got him a new, modern condo and a house for his Mama and brother. But....he spent nearly all his time in his bedroom, or the building gym. No one saw him outside of a game. He was like a machine.....his friends noticed.

His apartment was modern, yes, but there were many things that needed maintaining and so much tech he never used....the walls were blank and baren.....his friends noticed.

His refrigerator had the bare essentials and food that would fuel him, but most was prepared by his nutritionist. It looked sad, and he hardly ate for the sake of eating anymore......his friends noticed.

His workout routine was maxxed out from every angle, and he would work and work at the gym for hours on end without stopping, pushing his body to its limits....his friends noticed.

La Huerta was....was an experience. It was hot, dangerous, scary, and overall NOT what Sean or the others signed up for when they decided they deserved a little island adventure. But it also led Sean to the love of his life, (MC), and led to him finally feeling a sense of freedom he never knew. They became friends, lovers, and even got married there. And it was scary when he lost her....one of the scariest things in his life when she sacrificed her being to get them off the island.

Those five years broke Sean Gayle.

It was worse than any broken bone he had gotten from a game. Worse than a strained muscle he had from practice. It broke him worse than a physical injury--he was mentally broken. Barely holding on, even when everything else was going for him. He made it to the NFL, he became a pro QB, his mother and brother were in an amazing new home....but without (MC) it was empty.

He had cut off communication from his friends for so long. Despite how close the group had gotten, he couldn't bare to have them see him in such a husk. He cried himself to sleep nearly every night....for an entire year. He would tell everyone it was just trauma from being gone 6 months, from being away and cut off from the world--which, wasn't entirely wrong. But each night....he saw (MC)'s

Her soft, dark brown skin that would glisten in the tropical sun, and enraptured his eyes with each glance he took at her. Those plump, soft lips, always formed in a smile and a determined look. Her curls and kinks that would always stick to her face from the heat of the island, bounce right back when they went swimming, and she made them look effortlessly perfect with only a months worth of hair product. What kept his attention the most though wasn't her face, her hair, or her body....it was her hands.

She used them to fight. She used them to climb. She used them to point the way. She used them to comfort, to care, to hold them all together. Her hands would feel soft on his face as they kissed....soft on his back as she'd hug him, or rub away the stress he carried on bimself. He longed to just hold them again...to hold her again. To hold his wife.

When his eyes open...she wasn't there. He couldn't reach for her. And that was always the worse part. He never forgot a single detail on a woman that never existed. It drove him insane...he had no idea what to do.

But slowly.....slowly...he began to notice. He began to notice things got better. HE slowly, got better. Craig would show him his newest projects and they'd play video games together, and Zhara would fix things around the house he had ignored....but he noticed.

Alistair and Grace would come over, and he got to meet his godson for the first time. They played together the entire time while Grace and Alistair would decorate his home with her newest pieces to brighten his place up....and he noticed.

Raj would come over and had bags and bags of groceries. He organized Seans fridge and cabinets, put on behind the scenes clips of his show and bloopers for them to laugh at, and the two cooked up enough meals to last Sean the whole week. Raj had made adjustments and substitutions to his recipes for his football diet, and made sure he would actually sit down to eat......he noticed.

Estella and Jake worked out with him for a while, whooping him into shape combat style. They laughed, did competitions and made bets, and played games. It was the most fun he had exercising since he was just a kid.....he noticed.

Michelle, Quinn, and Diego invited him on a 'Self-Care' day. Michelle educated him about his skin-care routine, and they did some yoga and Tai-Chi that he would now include in his before and after stretches for workouts or a game. Diego brought over some movies and comics for Sean and his brother, Miles Morales's Spiderman, Luke Cage on Netflix, Teen Titans--and they would all have a contest to draw the best 'Superhero OC'. Diego would hold back, letting Sean's brother win each time. It was the most they hung out since he got to college! Quinn would bring them all together and had the trio taste-test her latest cupcakes and baked delights, and go over her notes for her next speech. It was relaxing and he never stopped similing.....he noticed that too.

This became a routine for the gang, and it was a strict one. They all planned and make sure at least one of them would spend time with Sean. They all cared about him, and they wanted to lift him up just like he and MC had on the island. And....on the day of the Fifth Anniversary of MC's sacrifice...when they were all together....he felt the best he had in years. He felt good. He felt happy. He gazed amongst his friends--his newfound family. As they raise their glasses to toast, he looked up at the stars....and saw a familiar shooting stat soar across the sky in a blaze of glory.....he noticed. And he knew it was her. Noticing how far he's come.

[firespirited]

sort of organized shelfie. yep missing shoe, buried dolls. It doesn't look like it but this is progress. I know *what i don't want* which is a big start, managed to list dolls even though i have a panic attack anytime someone actually buys one. Made decisions about hard heads -mostly gone, still need to sort the repaint pile (I can do closed mouth lips now!) and added two small sets of drawers to my desk for supplies -little changes to your workspace can be huge-.

The next steps

Allow bait bundles to go (mh, barbie and misc, bratz, seeped liccas). "Potential" is not enough, you can always get a new bundle of damaged dolls to fix up.

Make decision about gooliope (she's missing 5 plugs in front)

Do I keep my three 1/4th size dolls? Gayle probably will stay if only because she's too broken to leave LOL.

Redo wig listing (there's over 100 ready sewn fur wigs left that's a lot of work and it was a nice steady trickle of income) this would mean doing a new batch of jewelry as I don't like sending them out without a little something.

Test milliput, test sanding and cutting with the new small rotary tool because working with plastic is really NOT like working with other materials.

research where to buy hair (RTD now DHE shipping now starts at $15 from the UK which means no more small orders to top up my stash) and what fibres, if I were to restart commissions.

Have small projects available, broken down by small do-able in one go tasks. The overwhelmedness comes with the SADS but doing a thing helps with the SADS so I must make accomodations without shame. I've managed to reorganize my meals this winter so that's one thing down but hobby stuff has been spur of the moment or not at all.

On a related note could you folks tag awareness posts with donation links with "donate" or "crowdfund" or "appeal" or something.

It's a particular bugbear that can send me spiralling to know that there's a whole continent of poor people crowdfunding to keep eachother alive and sane where taxes go to trillion dollar planes. I'm fine donating to friends, that's not an issue at all, don't be afraid of asking for yourselves and I understand that these things are necessary even if they're temporary bandaids on bullet wounds. I'm just not OK with normalising what is essentially working class reliant charity instead of holding literally anyone else accountable. PM Cameron called this "big government" and it was a way of destroying the social safety net provided by the state and placing the burden on individuals' shoulders to somehow earn the goodwill of strangers. It's barbaric and as someone who's relied on charity most of their life and was denied handicap benefits for 14 years it hits somewhere deep and painful. thanks 💙

[pollackpatrol]

Hello and welcome!

I’m Jamie Gayle Piff. That’s where my username comes from. You can call me Jamie or JG or Jam or whatever, I don’t mind.

I’m 15 (born 2005), so if you’re uncomfortable interacting with someone that age, you can stop here. I'm white and American. My pronouns are anything other than he or she, though I kindly ask thag cis people do not use “it” for me.

Other things about me: I am queer. If you aren’t comfortable with the word, I don’t care, but if seeing it a lot will bother you, this blog probably isn’t safe for you. I’m also asexual.

The way I tag triggers is just with the word, so if I need to tag houses, I would tag “houses”, not “tw houses” or another variation. For mentions, its “[word] m”, as in “houses m”.

I try to keep this blog as screenreader friendly as possible, but I don’t always because I don’t always have the energy to describe images. Undescribed images will be tagged as “undescribed images”, even if there is only one.

Also, if I add an image description to your post, don't take it as passive aggressive. It's just an accessibility feature I try to put on my blog as much as possible.

I don’t have a DNI list because I can’t actually stop you from interacting. This doesn’t mean I won’t post content that won’t make you block or unfollow me, though. It just means I blog for me, and who consumes my content is secondary to me. (That is, I can’t stop y'all from interacting but if you’re not welcome on my blog you’ll fuckin’ know from what I post.)

That’s all, thanks for reading!!

[byers54sanford-blog]

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[pollackpatrol]

Hello and welcome!

I'm Jamie Gayle Piff. That's where my username comes from. You can call me Jamie or JG or Jam or whatever, I don't care.

I'm 15 (born 2005), so if you're uncomfortable interacting with someone that age, you can stop here. My pronouns are anything other than he or she, though I kindly ask thag cis people do not use "it" for me.

Other things about me: I am queer. If you aren't comfortable with the word, I don't care, but if seeing it a lot will bother you, this blog probably isn't safe for you. I'm also asexual.

The way I tag triggers is just with the word, so if I need to tag houses, I would tag "houses", not "tw houses" or another variation. For mentions, its "[word] m", as in "houses m".

I try to keep this blog as screenreader friendly as possible, but I don't always because I don't always have the energy to describe images. Undescribed images will be tagged as "undescribed images", even if there is only one.

I don't have a DNI list because I can't actually stop you from interacting. This doesn't mean I won't post content that won't make you block or unfollow me, though. It just means I blog for me, and who consumes my content is secondary to me. (That is, I can't stop y'all from interacting but if you're not welcome on my blog you'll fuckin' know from what I post.)

That's all, thanks for reading!!

[wandanatsbaby]

Thank you for the tag @scmg11

W - wolves, Selena Gomez

A - abcdefu, Gayle

N - New, Daya

D - Don't Let me Down, The Chainsmokers

A - After the Heartbreak, Brielle vin Hugel

N - Numb Little Bug, Em Beihold

A - Another Empty Bottle, Katy McAllister

T - Tag Your It, Melanie Martinez

S - Smells Like Teen Spirit, Malia J

B - BackStabber, Ke$ha

A - Angles, Vicetone

B - Body, Jordan Suaste

Y - You Need To Calm Down, Taylor swift

Tagging: @lesbesapphic @whelpimhere @emilyprentissslut @emilyprentisslittlewhore and anyone else who wants to do it

Thank you so much for tagging me, @asgardwinter!!! 💖💖💖

rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters

H- How you get the girl by Taylor Swift

A- Are You Satisfied by Marina

E- Every Other Freckle by Alt-J

V- Visitor by Of Monsters and Men

A- Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

I’m tagging: @stephanieromanoff @fruitytrashpanda19 @hey-its-liz @youresuchamom @wandamaximoffbae