#it does look like it makes i cord knitting very quick and easy

[exculis]

not to slander a small business but you want 26 dollars for three latch hooks held together by some plastic........... girl i can just make that.

[vanfleeter]

Apple Pie // JTK

Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: SMUT (minors stay the hell away, thank you), teasing, edging, penetrative sex, fingering. Author's Note: Sometimes even tik tok gives me ideas. Also, not easy writing smut while you're tired.

Summary: Jake has bad luck after bad luck all day and all he wants is the apple pie waiting for him back home.

Today has been nothing but bad luck for Jake.

First he woke up and quickly found out that his phone never charged overnight and now he has less than 20% left. How? He barely used it. But he looks down at the cord to see it completely fried in the outlet.

Oh great. Something that needs to be fixed.

Then after his shower, he discovers his blow dryer has officially gone dead. Which means he has to go all day air drying his hair. Talk about a bad hair day.

To do list:

Call an electrician and get the outlet fixed in bedroom

Buy a new hair dryer

Not exactly how he envisioned his morning.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, he hits a pothole in the road spilling his coffee all over the front of his pants. “Oh fuck!” He shouts. He earns snickers from the guys as soon as he steps into the office space.

“I did not pee myself.” He says pointing to Josh. “So don’t say it.”

“I was gonna say you look awful.” Josh says. “Rough morning?”

Jake rolls his eyes and collapses into the nearest couch. “First my phone never charged because the whole outlet was fried, so I have to get that fixed. Then my blow dryer just gave out on me so now I have to air dry my hair and it looks like shit. But to make matters worse, I hit a fucking pot hole and spilt my coffee all over my pants.” He hangs his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes. “Today just fucking sucks already.”

“Well, what better way to take your mind off of the mishaps than to play some music?” Sam says. “We’re nearly done with these songs, I know we can finish them today.”

Jake heaves a sigh and pushes himself off the couch. As he does, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulls it out to find a text from you.

“I know your morning hasn’t been going great, so I thought I’d make some apple pie. Something good to look forward to when you get home.”

He smiles and types back a quick response before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and following the others into the studio.

They nearly made it to the very end of the song when suddenly one of the strings on Jake’s guitar snaps. He groans as he hangs his head. “Fucking hell…” He mutters as he rips his guitar off of his body.

The other three stare at him wondering who should speak if any. But they glanced between themselves and silently decided to leave him be.

Leaving the sound room with his guitar, he goes down the hall to the equipment area and digs around for a new string. Once he locates the ones he needs, he sets his guitar on the table and sets to work on fixing it. While he does, he starts to run over his day in his head.

“What else could possibly go wrong?” He mutters as he finishes fixing the string on his guitar.

“Should one of us go check on him?” Josh asks as he leans against his stool.

“I think it's best if we let him cool off.” Danny says.

“He’s right,” Sam says as he kicks a hacky sack back and forth. “Last thing one of us needs is for him to blow his top. I’m not in the mood to be yelled at today.”

Danny looks over Sam, his eyebrows knitting together when he sees the hacky sack. “Sam, what the hell is that?”

“A hacky sack.”

“And you brought that because…”

“Because I wanted to play with it?” Sam questions.

“But why–” Danny shakes his head. “Never mind..”

Sam shrugs his shoulders and resumes his little game. He kicks it between his feet again and behind him but kicks it slightly too hard and sends it to the ceiling. It bounces off the ceiling and hits the snare drum of Danny’s drum kit before bouncing back up into the air and hitting the wall opposite of Danny.

“Sam!” Josh shouts as he dodges the sack.

“Sorry!”

The sack bounces off of the wall and smacks right into Jake’s face as he walks through the door. They all cringe at the sight. Jake groans as he holds his face.

“Seriously?” He says as he kicks the door shut behind him. “What the hell was that?”

“Sorry..” Sam mutters.

“Sam thought it would be fun to bring a hacky sack to the studio..” Danny says as he shoots Sam a look.

“I said I was sorry..”

Jake huffs and lets his shoulders. “Can we just call it for today?” He says. “I’m done with today and I just want to go home and eat pie.”

“Pie?” Sam perks up.

“Not for you, hacky sack.” Danny says.

“Damn..”

Josh sighs and pushes off his stool. “Yeah, we can call it a day. We got a lot farther than I hoped we’d get.”

“Thank you.” Jake sighs. He packs up his guitar and makes haste to get out of the studio. He pulls out his phone and calls your number and waits for you to answer.

Pulling out onto the freeway, he hears the ring end and be replaced with your voice. “Hi baby, how’s work going?”

“Just left..”

“Oh wonderful. You’ll be home just in time for pie.”

“I have been thinking about that all day.”

“Don’t I feel neglected.” You feign offense with a giggle.

Jake chuckles. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a pie.”

“Maybe a little.” You say. “How’d the rest of your day go? Better, I hope.”

“Eh..”

“Uh oh..”

Jake sighs. “I hit a pothole on the way to work and spilled coffee all over my pants so I had to spend the whole day with coffee stained pants.”

“Oh honey, I could have brought you new ones.”

“Eh no, it wasn’t a big deal. We weren’t doing anything important that I would have to change for.”

“What else happened?”

“Everything seemed to be going great after that. But.. Never assume..”

You lean against the kitchen counter with the phone pressed to your ear. “What happened?”

“First a string snaps on my guitar..”

“You never like that.”

“Exactly.. And then as I come back, I get smacked in the face with Sam’s hacky sack.”

“He brought a hacky sack to the studio?”

“Such a dumbass sometimes..”

You giggle. “How’s your face?”

“My nose is throbbing.” Jake groans. “I didn’t even know hacky sacks could hurt that bad.”

“Aw, baby I’m sorry. But don’t fret, your apple pie will be waiting for you when you get here.”

“Great,” Jake says as he puts on his turn signal to change lanes. “I need something sweet and warm after the hell I went through today.”

“Ahh, maybe you’re taking this whole ‘Welcome To Hell’ bit slightly too far.” You joke.

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny.” He sarcastically says.

“Well.. I’ll have you know. The pie won’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you when you get home.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifts his seat.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.” You say. “How after you devour the pie, maybe, just maybe you can have another sweet and warm treat when you get home.”

Jake’s fingers curl around the steering wheel. His knuckles slowly turn white the tighter he grips it. “Stop it..” He growls.

“Aw, is my baby getting all hot and bothered?” You tease. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Seeing me spread out just for you. I bet I taste better than the pie.”

Jake’s right hand shoots to the growing bulge beneath his pants and gently palms himself.

“I take your silence as a yes?” You ask.

A moan escapes his lips. “Mmhmm.. Yes, baby.”

“Jacob Kiszka, are you getting off while driving?”

“Mmmm, maybe..”

“Jacob!”

He chuckles. “Well stop talking like that.”

“Jake, you need to pay attention to driving.”

“Oh I am..” He says. “I can do both.”

It wasn’t long before he heard a loud pop and his car shaking as it moved. “Jake, what was that?”

He peers into the side view mirror to see the left back tire completely blown. “Oh fuck… Just more things to add to the list of ‘what else could go wrong?’.” Pulling off to the side of the freeway and throwing on his hazards.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Damn tire blew..”

“Do you have a spare?”

Jake sighs and lays his head back against the seat. “Yeah..”

“Do you know how to change it?”

“Babe…”

“I’m just asking. I’ve never seen you change a tire.”

“That’s because I’ve never had to. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way again..” He ends the call and gets out of the car. Unhooking the spare tire from the back of his jeep, he sets it on the ground and retrieves the tools he needs from the trunk. —

You hear the front door close, slightly louder than normal. He’s definitely not happy. Closing your book, you get up from the couch and step out into the hallway to see him dumping his keys into the glass bowl on the table and setting the guitar case up against the wall. As he starts to make his way towards you, the guitar case slowly slides off the wall and lands with a loud thud on the floor. His shoulders hike up as he freezes in his steps.

Heaving a sigh, he shakes his head and continues walking towards you. Dropping his head on your shoulder, you run your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t touch my hair..” He mumbles into the skin of your neck. “It’s gross.” You lightly giggle and he lifts his head.

“You know you could have used my hair dryer this morning.” You say.

His jaw slightly falls open. “I–” He sighs. “I didn’t even think about that.”

You smile and pull him off to the kitchen. “It’s all okay, because your sweet apple pie has been waiting for you all day.”

“And I’ve been waiting for it all damn day.”

You cut him a slice and lay it on a plate before handing it off to him. “Eat at the table.”

“I know, I know.” Jake says as he turns on his heels and heads for the table. As he sets it on the table, he goes to sit down but accidentally bumps the plate with his hand sending the plate and the pie crashing on the floor.

He falls into the chair and hangs his head. “Fuck. My. Life.”

“I can get you another-”

Jake shakes his head. He bends over and picks up the plate and the fork and scoops the slice of pie onto the plate before bringing it to the trash can and dumping it inside.

“I’m going to bed…”

“Aw no, Jake.”

“Today has just been horrible.. I just want to go to bed now…”

You watch him as he sulks off towards the stairs. Grabbing the roll of paper towels, you rip off a couple and go to clean the floor off from the sticky pie goo.

Going upstairs to the bedroom, you find Jake curled up in a ball beneath the covers. “Jakey..” You sing as you climb onto the bed.

“Go away.”

“Aw, is my poor baby going to pout all night?”

Jake turns over to look at you, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes slowly turning dark. You crawl across the bed and gently straddle his waist.

“Poor baby?” He says. “Did you just ‘poor baby’ me?” He says, grabbing your hips in his hands and squeezing tightly.

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, you are acting like one.”

He suddenly flips the two of you over so that he’s on top of you. His hair dangly loosely in the sides of his face as his necklace rests gently on your chest. “I’m gonna show you who the poor baby is going to be and it won’t be me.”

He feels your body shiver beneath him. A wicked smile spreads across his face.

“I was wondering when my turn would be.” You say stroking your fingers down his back.

“Were you really jealous of that apple pie?”

“Maybe a little.” You say.

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss you. “Nothing is sweeter or tastier than my baby..” He brings his hands down to the waistband of your sweats and slips it beneath the fabric. He rubs the pads of his fingers into the fabric of your underwear and hums in delight when he feels your wetness. “Oh baby, you’re already so wet.”

“I told you that pie wouldn’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you. You thought you were the only one all hot and bothered?”

He presses his fingers harder against you as he continues the circular movements. You allow your head to fall back into the pillows as a moan escapes your lips. Removing his hand from inside of your pants, he pulls away and leans back on his knees to grab the fabric of your sweats and pull them down your legs along with your underwear.

You can see his cock bulging beneath his pants. He undoes his belt and pushes down his pants before climbing back onto the bed. He grabs your legs and gently opens them. You can see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he stares at your soaked core.

He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around your thighs and sinks his face in between your legs. You feel his tongue lick you from bottom to top and slip in between your folds. Your hands instinctively find their way to his hair and grip tightly to his loose curls. He groans into you, the vibrations eliciting another moan from you.

Removing one of his arms around your thighs, he brings his fingers in and gently guides them in to work alongside his tongue.

“You’re so fucking sweet baby..” He says when he lifts his face.

“Sweeter than an apple pie?”

He snorts and drops his head. “The Chordettes, really?” You giggle as you nod your head.

He goes back to pumping his fingers as he brings himself back up to you. “I think the song is about how sweet a man is.”

“Oh you can be sweet too baby.” You say. He leans down again and kisses you. You moan when you feel his fingers curl inside of you, your walls clenching around them. “So sweet..” He smiles against your lips and removes his fingers. You whine and open your eyes to look at him. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles. “Did my poor baby want to cum?” He teases.

“Jake!” You whine.

“Hold yourself.”

“What are you doing?” You ask as you watch climb off the bed. He disappears from the room and you hear his footsteps fall down the stairs. “Jake!”

“Be patient!” You hear him yell.

Patient? He thinks you can be patient. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Slowly you start to move your hand down to your center. Just as you’re about to touch yourself and finish what he started, you hear his voice boom up the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it!”

You groan and pull your hand away. “Jake! Come back up here!”

“In a minute!” His voice is slightly muffled as he grumbles out the words that he speaks.

“Are you eating right now?!”

No answer.

“Jacob!”

You climb off the bed and grab your robe to slip on and tie around your waist. Storming downstairs and to the kitchen you see him perched at the island counter with a fork on his hand. You watch him as he digs into the pie and takes another bite. His eyes never leave you as his mouth devours the pie and his tongue licks the sweet caramel off of the fork. A smirk forms on his face.

“You’re eating pie?!”

He nods his head. “Like I said, I’ve been waiting all damn day for it.”

“So did you do all that and then you just leave to eat pie?!”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re an ass, you know that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Now who’s the poor baby? Are you having a bad night?”

He sets his fork inside of the tin pan and pushes it away. He motions you over. You sigh and walk over to him and he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry but I really wanted that pie.” He says kissing you. “Where were we?” He clicks his tongue. “I remember.”

He sets you on the ground and discards your robe before picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. Laying you down, he climbs in between your legs and hooks them around your waist. You both moan in pleasure as he slides himself inside of you.

“Fuck baby..” He groans. He drops his head on your chest as he bottoms out.

He begins to slowly thrust in and then out until he finds the right pace. His arms are propped up on both sides of your head and use them as leverage to thrust deeper and rougher. Your fingers dig deep into his back making his muscle flex instinctively. He moves his right arm from beside your head to wrap underneath your body and hold you tightly to his body. He flicks his head to the side allowing his hair to flip to the side of his head. Seeing his necklaces swaying viciously back and forth above you, you reach your head up and grab hold of the coin pendant with your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, your eyes never leaving his. You let go of the pendant and pull his head down to you so you can kiss him. He groans against your lips.

“Fuck baby..” He moans. “I’m—Oh—Baby..”

You meet him at his high as he spills inside of you. He still holds you tightly as he fucks you through his orgasm and yours.

“That’s my baby..” He murmurs against the sweat covered skin of your chest. He presses a gentle kiss to the middle of your chest. His movements slow down as he catches his breath. He eventually removes himself from you and rests his head on your chest.

“Now I want pie.” You say making him laugh.

He pushes off of you and pulls you off the couch. You stumble a little and he catches you. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the kitchen and places you on the counter top. He grabs a cloth from the oven handle and soaks it under the faucet before using it to clean you up.

“So I’d say that your day did a full one eighty, yeah?” You say as you reach for the tin pan still containing what was left of the apple pie.

He nods his head and discards the towel on the floor. He grabs your hips and slides you to the edge of the counter. You stab a piece of pie and lift it to his mouth. He gladly opens and takes the bite of pie. You dig in again and take your own bite of it. You moan and roll your eyes.

“Are you sure I’m sweeter than this pie?”

He slides his hand down to your core and drags his fingers through your folds. After he had just cleaned you, he was turning you into a mess again. “Do you want to taste yourself?” You nod your head and he brings his fingers up to your mouth. You open your mouth and he inserts them. “Who tastes better? You or the pie?” He pulls his fingers from your mouth and leans against the counter, his hands resting on the marble on either side of you. He cocks his head with a smug look on his face.

“Definitely the pie.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Bullshit.” He gives you a kiss but groans when he tastes you mixed with the pie. “It’s like fucking crack.”

Finalizada

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Congrats on 200!!!! I’m so proud of you.

Ok, so I had a dream about Ricky the other night. He was 1000% not on my radar, but now he is. LOL so I’m requesting “No panties, baby girl?” With Ricky.

Thank you my dear 😊 ah yeah 😍 Ricky can kinda just sneak up on ya 🥰 hope you enjoy ☺️

Jealousy

Pairings: Ricky Hauk x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, slight angst, jealousy, fluff.

When Ricky got accepted into the creative writing course you were so proud of him. His mother finally letting him attend after realising how talented he was. Of course you’d always known, being his girlfriend for the last two years he’d written you countless poems, which you cherished. Lately though, he’s been really busy, in college during the week, working in the garage at the weekend. You haven’t seen him in over three weeks, it’s the longest you’ve gone since you both started dating.

Tonight, Ricky has invited you to a poetry reading in the old book store in town. Excited to spend some time with him, you wear your cute little floral dress, the one he loves to rip off you. The thought of him touching you with his slightly rough hands sends a spark straight to your core. Deciding to be a little bold, you forgo wearing any panties, with the hopes that Ricky will bring you to your favourite spot. The sound of a car horn rips you from your thoughts, looking out the window you see Ricky wave up at you. You practically race out the door and jump into his arms. He swings you around before gently pushing you up against his truck. He kisses you the way a drowning man drinks water, it’s all yearning and desperation. Pulling away from him to catch your breath

“Baby, my mom is watching.”

Looking towards the window, sure enough your mom is there. Ricky gives her a quick wave before helping you inside the truck. He has his hand on your thigh the entire drive. He fills you in on his course and how Joey is getting on in school. You don’t tell him that you know, because you’ve been helping him with a few of his projects. Arriving at the book store hand in hand, Ricky introduces you to some of his college friends. They seems nice and are thankfully easy to talk too. It isn’t until she walks in that the atmosphere shifts slightly. She walks straight towards Ricky, swaying her hips as she does. He’s quick to drop your hand and pull her into a hug. Her name is Casey and she is undeniably beautiful, with her emerald green eyes and blonde hair. He seems captivated by her, choosing to sit beside her for the reading, leaving you with Caleb. Your hurt and doubt begins to creep in as you watch the two of them deep in conversation. Maybe he’s been with her the last couple of weeks, making it seem like he was too busy to meet. Maybe he’s moving on to someone who has more things in common with him than you. Well if he’s going to ignore you the whole night, so will you. When the reading is over, you spot Jake from the supplier company for the hardware store. You won’t lie, he’s gorgeous, that surfer dude vibe doing him wonders. As soon as he sees you, his eyes light up. He finishes talking to the guy next to him and strides towards you.

“Hey Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here!” His eyes rake over your form and you can see desire building behind them. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Blushing, “thank you, not so bad yourself. What are doing here?”

“Oh, that guy over there with the long hair and glasses, that’s my friend Hudson. He organised the reading, said I better show up, give my support.”

“Ah I see, not a big fan of poetry then? I’m not surprised you seem more athletic, am I right?”

“You hit the nail on the head. Football. Although lately I haven’t much time, been helping dad with the business takes a lot of my time. Course you know all about that. How are your parents?”

You can feel eyes on you, and sure enough when you turn slightly, Ricky is staring right at you. There’s a fire brewing behind his eyes and you know you’ve struck a cord. Deciding that making him jealous is the only way your going to get what you want, you play into it. You twirl your hair with your fingers and smile brightly up a Jake.

“Oh their great, their actually heading away for their anniversary soon, 30 years married.”

“Wow, that’s along time. Hope I reach that milestone some day.”

“Oh I’m sure you will, I’d say there are loads of women vying for your attention.”

“Oh…well…..I suppose….just not found the right girl yet.”

Running your hand up his arm, “maybe you’ll find her soon?”

You can see the pink tinge on his cheeks. Suddenly an arm is wrapped around your waist and your pulled into something hard and warm. Looking up you see Ricky staring straight at Jake.

“Hey man, how do you know my girlfriend?”

“Oh…I deliver to the hardware store.”

“Cool. Baby you ready to go?”

“What already, but I was just…”

He doesn’t give you a chance to finish what you we’re saying. He pulls you along through the store and out to the street. He looks around, as if he’s searching for something, before pulling you into the nearest alley. Without hesitation, he pushes you up against the wall.

“What was that in there?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, that guy in there, you were all over him.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“That’s rich coming from you. You do realise YOU invited me tonight, YOU said you wanted to spend time with me. As soon as Casey walks in, I’m forgotten about.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I didn’t forget about you..”

“You did! If you don’t want me anymore fine, but don’t string me along Ricky, I deserve better.” He can hear the sadness in your voice. He tilts your chin upward so your looking at him.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise ok. I love you. Yes I get along with Casey, but she’s not you. Never will be. Your it for me Y/N, me and you.”

“I love you too and I’m sorry about Jake. I was just angry and wanted to make you jealous.”

He kisses you passionately taking your breath away. His hands are roaming all over your body. One hand slides it’s way down, lifting up the skirt of your dress. He runs it up your thigh towards your heat. He lets out a guttural moan.

“No panties, baby girl?!”

You’ve lost the ability to speak, nodding your head instead. You look him in the eye and you can see their blown wide with lust. He’s frantic now, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down to his knees. He can’t wait anymore lining himself up at your core and with one thrust he is deep within you. You can feel very ridge of him inside you. His cock pulses as he waits for you’re permission.

“You can move baby.”

You don’t have to tell him twice as he pounds into you without abandon. It’s so raw and the thought that if someone walked by and looked into the alley they would see you, set your body on fire. The moans that he’s letting out turn you on even more.

“God baby…..so…..hot and wet…..all mine.”

“Yes….all yours.”

Pleasure coils into a tight knit in your belly, threatening to unravel at any moment. You cry out as fierce waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body trembling with force of your climax and Ricky follows you over the edge with a groan, as he releases inside you. Your both panting hard. Ricky fixes your dress before pulling his trousers back up. He pulls you flush against him, “you ok baby?”

“Yeah, that was amazing. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Do you wanna stay at mine tonight? We can snuggle on the couch and watch a movie?”

“That sounds so good right now, also I’ve spent three weeks without you. Damn right I’m staying over.”

He kisses you again before you get into his truck and drive towards his house. A thought enters your head, if this is how he reacts, I’ll have to get him jealous more often. Smiling you stare at him, “I love baby.”

“I love you to forever and always.”

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[kurodai-week]

Blind Date

Kurodai week Day 3! Prompt: Blind Date Tags: NSFW, suggestive, not explicit  “Sawamura Daichi”, a low, grumbling tone as he gives his name at the restaurant, a real fancy one at that. He was going to kill Suga for setting him up on this- or worse, make him pay his half of the dinner. It was one thing to tell him ‘it’ll be fun!’, ‘you need to get out more’, ‘he’s quite the looker Kenma said’ and wink at him like the imp he was. But this place was literally sitting on a beach- the dark waves crashing on the rocks just below them, several lanterns illuminated the night dimly as the strum of a guitar floated through the air. It was excessive. “Table with Kuroo Tetsurou?”, the man at the desk inquired of him politely, and the brown haired man nodded soberly at him. He was led past several other tables, most of them occupied by couples holding hands or cooing at each other in whispers. And suddenly, Daichi felt his stomach knot uncomfortably. He’d need half a bottle of something strong to get him through the night, that much was certain. He had made sure to dress appropriately- bringing out his nicer linen shirt for the occasion. And it was barely 7 pm, he was sure he was the first to arrive. Good, it gave him time to gather his surroundings and get started on some champagne- or maybe even scotch. But he was mistaken. As they neared his table- he saw Kuroo Tetsurou- sitting there with a glass of wine, his face turned to the ocean. He looked tall, well built, and had a handsome enough face. His hair looked like something wild that had been told to behave- covering a considerable part of his face. His shirt collar was popped open just enough to leave the eye.. wandering.. He turned to see him then, a polite smile on his lips as he stood up to greet him properly. Daichi was at a loss for words, was he supposed to shake hands with him? He couldn’t apologize for being late, he was exactly on time in fact. So he nodded at him instead, awkwardly standing there and avoiding eye contact. “A h h! Sorry I came early, I uh- I was eager I guess”, the other man said, smiling warmly, unabashed by his own lack of restraint. “Don’t worry about it! It’s uh- a pretty place..”, Daichi added as he looked around and motioned for him to sit. “It is! Glad they picked it..”, Kuroo settled back down easy, his hand idly reaching into his hair to card through it, which only made him wonder if it was a well placed tactic- What would it feel like, pushing his fingers through that hair.. Dusky gold eyes flickered up to meet his as a menu was placed on the table for each of them. “Something to drink? I’ve already got mine”, he gestured to his glass just as he takes a sip out of it. Red wine, he was a red wine kind of guy.. “Uh yeah- let me just..”, he looked down the menu, and ordered himself a whiskey sour, thinking maybe with two of those in him, he might just be able to have fun tonight. He wanted to have fun tonight, he decided, brown eyes trailing up the man’s hands, the corded muscle of his fore arms, and then his strong, broad shoulders. But when he looked up at his face, he saw immediately that Kuroo had noticed. His eyes seemed to settle heavily on him, something dark and magnetic that called from behind them. And that smile, he would see it for the first time that night, but certainly not for the last- the corners of his lips turning up slyly. What the hell was he smirking for. He was checking him out, so what, it’s a date, what else was he supposed to- The man moved forward to rest his elbows on the table, “Well you’re very handsome, guess I wasn’t wrong in telling Twitter I had a hot date tonight..”, Tetsurou’s words spilled out from his lips smooth and warm. Was he supposed to thank the guy? Oh no, Daichi didn’t roll like that, he wasn’t a shy man, and though he found himself severely enjoying having those eyes fix on him the way they did- he wasn’t going to make it obvious. At least not right away. “Mm? Your Twitter followers know?”, he said just as smoothly, deciding to lean towards him and let him have his full gaze. A small smirk on his face, “Are they expecting updates on how well it’s going too?” Daichi took a sip from his drink, watching him from above the rim of his glass. He seemed to enjoy it, the little tease had his lips stretching wider, slow and deliberate. Tetsurou hummed softly at him as he feigned being thoughtful about his answer. “No.. I think I’ll keep the more fun details to myself”, and sure enough, his eyes did a quick sweep over his chest, “Leave them begging for more-“ His lips formed the last words carefully, purposefully. It had Daichi exhaling slowly and sitting up straighter, very amused by his companion already.

By now, Daichi had downed half his drink, and was feeling very good. They spoke some more about their interests- they didn’t speak about work. Work was boring and drab they both agreed- they both liked dogs, they both liked fish. They’d ordered a seafood platter to be had between them, Daichi had asked him if he didn’t mind sharing- and Kuroo had answered with a devilishly charming smile, ‘not if it’s food’. It must’ve been good whiskey to make him look back at the man with renewed interest, his eyes frequently going to the neckline of his shirt. Or was it. He couldn’t stop himself then from saying the next words. “You don’t look like a man who does dates in restaurants..” “Don’t I? And why’s that..” “Don’t strike me as the type to beat around the bush.. faff around with wine and such” Kuroo laughed a little at him, and tilted his head to indulge him, “You’ll be surprised how much of that I do- but you’re right, I don’t usually enjoy it.” “Mm me neither, I prefer something more.. organic should we say-“, Daichi wanted to kick himself as he spoke, a slight pinkness to his cheeks now. But he couldn’t deny that he was feeling more bold as the night went by. “You like the outdoors?”, he asked fairly innocently. So he did want to make conversation. “I like using muscle- biking, trekking..”, he looked back at him casually as he sucked on a shrimp, “As long as we’re tired and sweaty after-“ “Maybe we should quit faffing around and go on a hike- there’s a spot nearby for joggers” There it was again, his smile, his eyes challenging him, inviting him to bite. And oh he wanted to bite- Daichi nibbled at his lip, the alcohol was making him warm. The alcohol, and the way this man licked the inside of that calamari ring. His tongue knew what it was doing- and he didn’t seem to give a single fuck that they were in the middle of a populated restaurant. Either that or his fourth glass of wine was doing its magic. Bit of both, he figured. “It’s a senior citizen’s park..” “Way past their bed-time anyway-“, a gleeful smile on his lips, before he erupted in a hearty laugh. Kuroo laughed so fully, so confidently, his body shaking with delight- and it was contagious as hell. Daichi found himself laughing too- his eyes looking back at this beautiful man he wanted to kiss. He wanted to kiss him so much. Reach across the table.. put his tongue in his mouth, show him what he could do with it, show him he wasn’t special with that trick with the squid.. “Mmm don’t trust myself right now- might end up leaning on you half the way”, Kuroo stretched back in his chair- gesturing to the fifth glass of wine he’d just started on. Daichi himself was on his third whiskey- “Wow we’re really going for it tonight huh”, he said with an amused chuckle as he sucked on the slice of orange from his drink- choosing to leave it in his mouth so he could use his hands to hammer open the crab-shell. “It’s a beautiful place, beautiful man by my side, beautiful food- why the hell not-“, Tetsurou said in what seemed like a genuine compliment, which he had to take in good grace. Daichi smiled at him, casting his eyes lower in a sweet blush. “Do you like that.. Daichi..?” Brown eyes found his gold, widened in drunken honesty. “Knowing I think you’re beautiful..” Now, Daichi was a decent man, even when plastered he could gather his bearings, laugh it off and escape with a blush on his face. But right now, his mind was bending, telling him where his hands could go on Tetsurou’s body- where his mouth could go on his own body- telling him that the bathroom was so very close by.. “I’ll be taking that as a yes..” He smiled down at the clams- picking one up in his chopsticks- and Daichi knew that that clam was a goner. Kuroo put his lips on the soft flesh, his mouth only half open as he curled his tongue against the meat. And he sucked at it- little smacking noises while he practically made love to that little mollusc. “You trying to impress me with that show?”, Daichi snarked at him, his cheeks impossibly reddened from the sight and the sound of it. He expected the man to say something witty, sidestep him like the smartass he was. But instead, he looked directly into his eyes with his drunken, molten gold- an open mouthed smile, his tongue licking a sloppy, dirty stripe up to scoop up the remaining shellfish- “Why! You noticed! Is it working?” Is it working, he asks. He was just about ready to push that plate of clams off the table and lie down on it himself- Yeah.. his fingers clutching at the tablecloth- the soft, damp flesh of the lobster under his shoulders while Kuroo Tetsurou pushes that hungry, wet tongue of his deep inside of him. His back arching, his head snapping backwards.. hazy lights of the lanterns and the crash of the waves.. the live band being drowned out by loud music of his own. “Daichi..?” Surprising innocence on his face, the knit of his brows like he’s genuinely concerned. “I’m fine.. had enough of this..”, he says with a nod and pushes his empty glass away. Daichi looked at the waves to try and calm himself down. He really didn’t want a hard-on here- though he was already half there, he realized, much to his embarrassment. “Mm- me too.. man I’m stuffed”, Tetsurou stated with a happy pat of his stomach. Cute. He was being cute now. Was there no end to the multitude of emotions he would have Daichi running through tonight. “So.. you still on for that hike? Or- should we call it a night-“ Daichi looked back at him curiously. Did he seriously mean.. “Uh h- Can you even walk right now?” “Nope! You’ll have to carry me- use your muscle and all that, you hunk-“, a gleeful smile on his lips as he rests his chin on his palms. Daichi’s eyes narrowed at him, not amused by the joke. Or maybe a little amused- the smirk on his lips threatening to pull into a smile of endearment. Kuroo giggled slightly to himself, then straightened up- his aura changing effortlessly back to assume his dark purpose, “O r, we take that hike tomorrow.. afternoon, after we’re doing with round two-“ He didn’t have to say another word- but he did anyway, the wet tip of his tongue touched his upper lip, sharp gold fixing on the pair of brown, “I lied.. I’m still so fucking hungry..” That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore- Daichi quickly turned around in his seat to raise his hand high, and waved with conviction for their server. Just, get the damn check already.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hunting Dogs: Chapter Seven (proxies x reader)

Age was nothing but a number to them and most, if not, all the time it meant nothing. Like part of the human race, you can die at any moment but you take precautions and you try not to be a dumbass and take care of yourself and you'll be fine. Every year was celebrated with a birthday, announcing that you were still alive to your loved ones.

But when you're a proxy, there is nothing to celebrate. If there was, it was just to get by another day. They didn't live life by miles and those are limitless and no one knows when those miles will stop. For proxies, if you reached the age of 25, it was like a big deal in a way that not many men got to see or get to. Yes, in the mansion there are countless beings older than such, but there was less pressure as there was on these three men.

It was complete hell for Hoodie and Masky when they first started as Slender thought he would need to test every aspect of them in anyway he could, even if that meant putting them near death. But, they are over the age of 25. Although, don't be a complete idiot if you think that makes them safer. It doesn't. It just means they got past a milestone that a great percentage didn't have the opportunity to get to. Toby was the youngest out of them, 23, almost 24. But hell, no great being like a Slenderman could threaten to ruin his life when the damn boy does it to himself everyday. The only difference is that He could make it the ultimate ending and act like Toby never existed and he would expect the same from others.

So, in ways the three men relationship was complicated, much like a Zeppelin Bend, when they worked together they were stable, so tight-knit that they knew each other's next move, thoughts, feelings.etc., they could be stable when they wanted to and be the scariest goddamn creatures ever known to man. But, if something was in the way or their thoughts didn't link together, the connection between all three was nonexistent. Like it wasn't bad enough that after a good day and a mission completed, they would cut the cord so fucking quick and lash out, becoming blood thirsty monsters that just wanted each other dead.

And who could blame them? The stress of them job mixed in with their emotions, the need to survive, and whether or not a mission was high-impact or not they were expected and felt the need to have the right. And you wanna know what their treat was for not fucking up? Not a nice dinner, no hot baths with bubbles, no 'here take a day or two to rest' or any bullshit like that. It was, Congratulations! You get to live another day! Now go back to your dim lit rooms with just a desk, bed, nightstand and closet, that half the time it looks like they had nothing to themselves. Whatever they had, they could fit in a backpack, but what was the point of personalizing a room to your liking for your own self expression when there was a chance you could be gone and hell... they didn't even know who they were, self identity  was a crucial factor here.

Sure, they may remember bits and pieces of what they like or, rather, what they thought they liked, but it was all blurry and covered in smudges, like imagine going to see ophthalmologist and instead of having you look through lens to correct your vision, it's worse and it's covered in black shit, yeah, that was basically they're mind. Amnesia though was the worst for Masky, but not like it was new to him at all. he suffered through it during his childhood and teenage years up till now. Hoodie just stopped caring even though he does miss his life in college and he became so invested in his study of Psychology and maybe that's something that comes in handy with this job, studying emotions, body language, and movement from a person or anything to be honest,  the best course of action, why someone may be acting a certain way(most of this thought goes towards Toby) Masky lets himself be easy to read, even with the mask, nothing could hide an animal like him...unless sedated. Although, Hoodie does remember Alex and how he was no longer Brian..okay well, he was Brian, but...not the same.

It's life, going through life lessons and you're in the process of character development, it was like that but it happened so quick for him that he was like a switch, he doesn't remember the last time he felt 'normal'.

Now, Toby. It was like a slow boil, adding in ingredients, not following recipe and wondering what was gonna be created. So much had happened to him with bullies, his step dad and whoever else wanted to get on his nerves. He didn't have much but Lyra and that was pretty much all he remembers now. Bits and pieces of his past, only just enough to make sense of why he should be grateful for Slender and why Toby has taken this position among the proxies. But he didn't mind it so much, why the fuck would he want to remember his past- apart from Lyra. Yeah, sure it hurt and feels like there is a piece of him missing all the time, but, at least there was a reason for him being so unhinged.

"Wake up, Tobs." Hoodie says, kicking the edge of the mattress a little, trying to stir Toby awake with his best ability to not also make him upset. If there was one thing that he could agree with Masky on, it's that Toby becomes the biggest dick ever when forced to wake up- that or he's whiny. He got no response back from Toby and he sighs, kicking again, but again, no response. "Dammit...Masky, did you force the sleeping pills down his throat?' He growls, looking over his shoulder at Masky who was leaning against the wall by the door.

"And have the possibility of me having to carry him around like a limp dick that he is? No thanks. Maybe he just hasn't gotten enough sleep lately." he shrugs. Hoodie sighs, nodding as he looks down at Toby, who as he was an active sleeper, his legs were tangled up in the blankets, pillow tossed over his face, his body angled in a weird way and the bed sheets were pulled off.

"NO!" he suddenly shot up, the pillow flying and his eyes widened and like he was out of his mind, psychotic almost, but Hoodie knew better. He rushes over as the younger one breathes heavily, cold sweat breaking around his skin as he starts to shake.  Hoodie sits near his legs, making sure to get in his line of vision. He doesn't snap or touch him as that would trigger Toby and it's not a good thing to snap someone out of an episode like this. "Hey, hey.. It's okay, You're safe." Hoodie says softly, moving his gloves hands in different motions and directions, making Toby focus in and follow them. "Breathe, inhale...1..2..3...hold...1...2..3..4 exhale." he continues this for a few more minutes until he knows that Toby's breathing was back to normal and was blinking, looking around at his surroundings, bringing himself back to reality.

"T-thanks. " He mumbles, he hates having to get help over something he should know how to deal with already. He's had these fucking nightmares for years and yet, they always feel like the first time and remain fresh on his mind until he snaps out of it. Masky swallows thickly, watching the two with mild interest before noticing the change outside. "It's not raining anymore." he says, making the other two look at the nearest window and nod, agreeing. "Let's get back to the mansion. Grab the things we need and see if BEN can figure anything with the girl." He says, standing up slowly from the bed as his back still hurts from when he fell off the ledge. He recovered mostly, thanks to Slender but his spine did give him a hard time whenever he had to bend a certain way. He use to be the type of sleeper to be on his back, but after the injury he had to figure out another way to sleep.

The men got situated, tightening their shoes and securing their items. Medication check, gun and bullets check, making sure they didn't leave anything behind of theirs or something that they may have missed in the apartment before leaving.

It was still chilly and their clothes were damp, but it was better than nothing and they were sure they spotted a laundry mat a few blocks down. Masky collected some quarters around the house so, at least they could get their hoodies warm and dry. After that, they made their way to the mansion.

"I don't know ma, I already paid for the room so I might as well use it." your mom called you this morning, wanting to visit you or vice versa. She thought that you could use a little break from working so hard and being 'so alone' at your place. Which, you appreciate the thought and could definitely get away from all the bullshit that was happening, but you were scared to go back to your apartment and pack what you needed. Plus, you didn't know if the men were there and just waiting for you. The thought makes goosebumps spread over your arms and neck, rubbing it nervously as you were forming an ache from the cheap bed. "I know, honey, but here, I can pay you the money you spent and take you out. It's been a very long time since I've seen you and I miss you sooooo much." you couldn't help but smile at that. Who could say no to getting paid for the money they wasted, getting spoiled and whatever else would happen.

For fucks sake, it wouldn't hurt you and you wouldn't have to think about being hunted and feeling like you can't close your eyes for even a few hours of sleep. "Okay, well, you know I don't have a car-"

"I'll pick you up. Just give me the address again and I'll be there in a few hours, mama had lots of coffee." she giggles, making you shake your head as she was a bit hyper when she has more than three cups of coffee. "Alright, just be careful. I'll text you the address." you say, stuffing items back into your bag and grabbing your keys and wallet, letting your pockets swallow them. "Okay, bye, love you." she says and you say the same, hanging up.

You blow out a breath, making your bangs lift up a little as you muster enough courage, picking up the bag and leaving the hotel room.

Please let things go back to normal.

[blarrghe]

Isn't long distance relationship already something you'd have to consider for Taren and Dorian or do you have other ideas for their future plans?

I have no idea what you could possibly mean...

Taren walks across the lawn of Skyhold's main entryway. Paths lead to the dungeons, to the training grounds, to the tavern, and out into the valley. He knows this place well. Every nook and cranny is home now, from the cluttered and dusty alcoves of the library which smell of candle wax and old books, to the mildew and moss on the stones of the dungeons where a roaring waterfall swallows the mournful confessions of traitors (though to be fair, it has been a long time since that rush of water has had any sounds to eat). It is home, from valley to peak, from the rookery to the deep, secret rooms that Fen’harel left hid. The stone walls of this fortress are now more a home to him than any aravel's landing on a rocky coastline ever was, but today, it is cold.

No, that's not it. The mountains are always cold. The tips of the Frostbacks are white with glistening snow even in the height of summer, and cold winds howl through the valleys to remind him of the dread wolf's enmity every damn day. He has grown used to cold, even appreciative. At least he prefers his warm cable knits to strappy tropical fashions, and would rather freeze than melt. He hates what a dry heat does to his hair, and loves a good fireside tale on a long, dark night. Today's unpleasantness - a shiver when he passes the empty dungeons, a sigh when he looks up toward those towering snowy peaks - isn't caused by nature. The truth is that Skyhold just isn't the same now. Many of his people stayed - there was still so much to do - but too many more have left. Skyhold isn't cold, at least not any more so than it ever was, but his heart is.

No, that isn’t it either. His heart is as warm and as open as it has ever been, but it is lonely. It sounds vain to admit it, but the only real cold spot bothering him is the one in his bed, the one Dorian used to keep warm. He takes the steps up, feet landing with heavy thuds, and trudges through the main hall as though it were laden with the deep snow of the mountaintops. There is still so much to do. His expeditions have been cleaning up the world, routing out the spies, and repairing the damages of shattered promises. He is still regarded as a force for good, a saviour that the world still needs, but it is hard work, and at the end of his travels he is tired.

The clear blue crystal hangs on a cord of firm leather around his neck, hanging low so that it bounces off his sternum when he runs, and rests on his heart when he is still. It thrums as he makes his way to the door of his chambers, little murmuring vibrations to let him know that leagues away, where the air is warm and the breezes salty from the Nocen Sea, his heart, his love, his (as much as Dorian would tease him for the domesticity of the term) other half, is finished with his day too.

Vhenan, he mutters, bringing the humming thing to his mouth. His fingers rest lightly over the crystal's recesses and ridges, waiting for the enchanted vibrations that return: Amatus, the voice echoes out. 

It is not like the real thing. The sounds push out into the air flattened and static, he can't feel the warmth of it; the low tones are lost in a fuzzy crackle and the treble is shallow, but it is his voice, and in the words he can picture lips moving, hands waving, eyes smiling. Dorian tells him about his day in the courts, and he tells him about new adventures and his own never ending research. For a second, it is as if he never even left, and they are huddled over books together, recounting and theorizing and laughing off their days.

"Then, oh Amatus, you should have seen it - Maevaris looks him dead in the eye, pulls out her staff, encases his feet in a layer of frost and says ‘no, you're the one on thin ice’." Dorian recounts the scandalous takedown and Taren chuckles, not at the story - though it is funny - so much as at the image of the animated man it summons to his mind. He can hear Dorian laughing through the hollow latticework of the pale blue crystal, and in that laugh he imagines shining eyes, a bright smile, and a head thrown back in contended mirth. He closes his eyes and holds the crystal close to his face, letting the sound of distant laughter wash warm over him.

"Ar lath ma, vhenan" he responds, the smile Dorian's laughter brings him is still on his lips as he settles into his too-spacious bed. Outside, the sun is setting. It casts brilliant scatterings of red and gold through his windows, washing the room in a soft orange that is slowly fading into twilight. He wonders if the sun is setting red where Dorian is, if his coastlines will be seeing storms. 

"Te quoque, Amatus." Comes the reply. The exchange has become a ritual, a quick little assurance for the evenings alone, an easy thing to throw into their nightly conversations. But easy and regular as the banter goes, it always helps. Taren lies back, the bed is soft under his body after a week away. It feels good to be back behind doors that are just his. Not long ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of so much private space, but now he has come to appreciate the value of being alone. Or at least of having a door he can close.

There is silence for a moment, as he leans his head back onto the pillows. He holds the crystal to his chest, presses it into the spot over his heart to feel the slight tickle of magic that flows through it to bring him just the whisper of Dorian's breath on the other side. Thump thump, goes his heart, and he feels the magic pull that sound through him and into the transmission, carrying his heartbeat out into lands where it would have no right to fill his lover's opulent quarters. Dorian tells him exciting stories about his work, positive and upbeat tales of triumph over tyranny and new friends who help him sass his way through the drudgery of Imperial bureaucracy, but his voice and quick speech betray his discomfort. Taren knows that there are sharp edges around Dorian’s home, that it is a place where bad memories come to pick at the old wounds which for a time had been soothed in the south. Tevinter is a hostile land, and Taren’s heretical elven heart would not be suffered to beat so strongly there, but through the crystal he can send his life and his love. 

Thump thump goes his heart, as he curls up under a soft blanket that - if he closes his eyes very tight and breathes in very deep - still smells lightly of floral oils and seasoned leather. Thump thump, thump thump. He closes his eyes and his breathing slows.

"I miss you." He says quietly, still keeping the crystal pressed up to his chest. Thump thump, thump thump, comes the response. Dorian's heart beats back at him in the quiet, and he can feel the magic pulsing as it presses the sound into his own chest. 

Thump, goes his heart. Thump, echoes the crystal.

Thump thump,

        Thump thump,

                  Thump thump

"I miss you too." Dorian's sigh is quiet, the tired mumble of a man whose eyes are also closing, whose hand is also wrapped around an ice blue crystal, holding the arcane device to his own chest.

Thump, goes his heart

Thump, echoes the crystal

Taren’s eyes close, his hand over his chest relaxes, but the cord around his neck leaves the crystal resting on his heart as his body settles into stillness. His chambers are slowly enveloped in dusk, then moonlight. His breathing slows, and the crystal pulses.

Thump... thump, goes his heart, slower as sleep reaches him

Thump... thump, the crystal hums in time with his rhythm, sleep finding Dorian in the luxury of a Tevinter bed, leagues away.

Thump thump

Thump thump

Thump thump...

[stolethekey]

i close my eyes, let it surround me

COMIN’ IN HOT THE NIGHT BEFORE THE DEADLINE HERE WE GO

this is for @397bartonstreet, who asked for something about amy knitting jake a scarf pre-relationship and it being his favorite thing in the world bc he's already lowkey smitten with her. what a concept honestly it took me so long to just wrap my head around how incredible that idea was.

and shoutout to the team at @b99fandomevents for hosting yet another successful event! these things are not easy to do well and y’all do it consistently. thanks for providing a platform for us writers to share our work and make some new friends. 

anyway. you can read this on ao3 here. enjoy!

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Amy loves the fall.

It’s the perfect season, really – the crisp air is a welcome reprieve from the swampy New York summer, but it’s not the unbearable cold of December, either. It’s a season of scarves and sweaters but not snow boots, of morning walks with a warm coffee in hand but no need for mittens.

It’s also flu season.

And while Amy hasn’t gotten the flu in ten years (flu shots and home remedies, baby!), she takes a sort of strange satisfaction in watching her coworkers succumb to the illness. It’s not that she enjoys their pain – she doesn’t, no matter what Rosa mutters under her breath every year – but this perfectly benign illness is a way for her to finally take care of her colleagues without them complaining.

She likes to take care of people. And flu season is her time to shine.

The only annoying thing about flu season is that Jake somehow also never gets sick. This is a phenomenon, she thinks, that is inexplicable by the known laws of nature, much like platypus eggs or the horizon problem. It is patently unfair that he remains healthy (to use the term loosely) on a diet of sour candy and orange soda, whereas she has had to concoct a careful schedule of Vitamin C and ginger broth to stave off the flu.

In any case, Jake never gets sick. And no matter how unjust Amy believes that to be, every November sees the two of them become the only constants in the bullpen.

So, when she walks into the precinct the second week of November to see his desk empty, the uncomfortable surprise that jolts through her body is completely reasonable. It is completely reasonable for her to badger Captain Holt for her partner’s whereabouts, and upon learning that he is sick, it is completely reasonable for her to hole herself away in the evidence lockup and call said partner.

Jake picks up on the third ring, his voice sounding muted through the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Amy says, feet shuffling restlessly against the floor. “Holt said you called in sick.”

He gives a weak murmur of assent. “I think I have the flu, or something? I’m so congested and my whole body is cold and I think I have a fever? I can’t really tell.”

Amy feels her eyes narrow. “You’re never sick.”

“I know,” Jake says sourly. “Guess my good luck ran out.”

A faint, triumphant smile starts to make its way across Amy’s face. “So, what you’re saying is – I beat you.”

Jake groans. “Don’t let it go to your head. I personally think the fact that I lasted as long as I did is impressive, considering you spent hours of your time trying to prevent the flu and I just coasted and did nothing.”

Amy’s grin grows wider as he keeps going. “If anything, I think I am the true winner, because I invested less time and still got just as far. It’s about the return on investment. I got an equal return on zero investment.”

“You did not get equal return. I’m not sick. Which means I got more return.”

Jake snorts. “Details.”

“Make fun of my methods all you want,” Amy says loftily. “I get results, boy. Which is why you are currently sitting at home, miserable and cold, while I am working a double homicide.”

A high-pitched whine comes through the receiver, and Amy laughs. “Bye, Jake. I have a murderer to catch.”

She doesn’t talk to him again until later that day, when her phone lights up with a text.

From: Jake Peralta amy help i think it’s getting worse 2:34 pm

She feels a twinge of pity as she types her response.

To: Jake Peralta yes, it does that sometimes 2:35 pm

From: Jake Peralta can u give me some of ur weird home remedies pls i promise i’ll stop making fun of them 2:37 pm

To: Jake Peralta you just called them “weird” 2:38 pm

From: Jake Peralta :( 2:38 pm

From: Jake Peralta ok starting now 2:39 pm

From: Jake Peralta please I think I’m dying 2:45 pm

Amy sighs as she glances at his empty desk, mentally calculating the time it’ll take for her to drive home after her shift and gather her things.

To: Jake Peralta Fine. If you can stay alive for three more hours, I’ll be there at 5:40. 2:47 pm

From: Jake Peralta always so specific (ur the best thank u) 2:48 pm She shows up at his door at 5:40 sharp, two plastic bags in her arms. Her instinctual sarcastic comment dies on the tip of her tongue as the door opens to reveal a disheveled, very-clearly-just-asleep Jake.

“Oh,” she says, taking in his knotted hair and deathly pale skin. “I mean, hi.”

“Yeah, it’s bad,” he grumbles, his voice muted. “Come in.”

He shuffles aside, socked feet sliding against the floorboards, and Amy steps into his apartment.

She notes with some surprise that the floor is mostly bare, uncovered by dirty clothes, and a quick glance reveals no empty take-out containers on the coffee table. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your place is…surprisingly clean.”

Jake coughs weakly behind her. “I tried to shove some stuff into the cupboards before you got here,” he says, shutting the door. “I know you hate mess.”

Something very unwelcome swells in Amy’s chest as she sets her bags on the counter. “Oh my God, Jake, you really didn’t have to, you’re clearly so sick –“

“Mmm, ’sfine,” he mumbles, turning toward the bedroom. “I’m gonna sleep now. Make yourself at home.”

“Oh,” Amy says again. “I mean, yeah, of course, you need it – I’ll set up here and wait for you.”

“You’re the best.”

She laughs, he gives her a weak, soft smile, and with that, he disappears into his room, leaving her to rifle through her bags in an attempt to bury the flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

-

When Jake wakes, it takes him a minute to remember that he’s not alone.

It’s a good thing that he remembers when he does, because walking mostly naked into the hallway while his colleague whom he respects very much and may or may not have a tiny crush on is rustling around in his kitchen is absolutely not something he wants to do, no matter how sick he is.

He doesn’t completely remember taking his clothes off, but he guesses somewhere in between him sliding into bed and now, his fever made him go from freezing cold to unbearably hot and that’s why his sweatpants are currently lying abandoned on the floor. He pauses to pull them back on, and as he grabs his T-shirt off the foot of his bed he notes with some relief that he feels somewhat more like himself.

Amy is perched on his couch when he enters the living room, and the gentle kindness in her eyes as she looks up makes his heart clench.

He clears his throat, determinedly trying to focus on something else. “Are you knitting?”

Her eyebrows scrunch together as she looks him up and down, the needles stilling in her hands. “Are you really in a position to be making fun of me right now?”

“I’m not making fun of you,” he says hastily, holding his hands up. “Just – observing. Is that a scarf?”

“It’s going to be, yeah. Good eye.”

He smiles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s really good. Honestly. I love that shade of blue.”

She returns his smile, and for a moment he thinks that maybe he could get used to this, that maybe he likes the sight of her snuggled comfortably into the side of his couch.

Amy coughs. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” he answers, making his way into the kitchen to hide the blush that’s spread onto his cheeks. “Did you bring those magic cures you promised?”

“Yeah!” She jumps almost excitedly off the couch, laying her half-finished scarf on his coffee table. “Here, let me set it up.”

She hurries past him and starts untying the top of a plastic bag he hadn’t noticed initially. “I actually ordered you some soup and bread – I brought you some meds, too, but you should have something in your stomach before you take them.”

A large plastic tub emerges from the bag, and she grins. “Lucky you – it’s still hot.”

He takes it with a murmur of thanks, and she shoves him toward the table. “Go eat that. I’m gonna prep.”

The soup is heavenly, although Jake isn’t sure it’s possible to mess up chicken noodle soup, and as he tears into the bread he sneaks a glance at Amy.

A pot of liquid is boiling on the stove as she chops something on his cutting board, and as he watches her maneuver easily around his kitchen he feels a curious sense of longing start to rise in his chest.

“Okay,” she says, and his head snaps up. “Push that soup to the side. The goal here is to minimize steam loss, so I’m gonna brief you now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rolls her eyes, but the authoritative tone remains in her voice when she continues. “When I slide this bowl in front of you, you’re going to lower your face so that it’s immediately above the liquid. And then you’re just gonna breathe it in.”

“Like the way pop stars steam their vocal cords.”

“Sure. Yes. Ready?”

He nods, she pours the liquid from the pot into the bowl, and before he can react, his face is directly above a translucent, brownish-orange broth and a towel is being draped over his head.

“Are you kidnapping me?”

“It’s to keep the steam in. Shut up and close your eyes.”

He does, breathing deeply, and immediately starts coughing. “Wha – what is in this?”

“Don’t move!” Amy says indignantly, her voice muffled through the towel. “It’s apple cider vinegar, ginger, garlic, echinacea, and some peppermint. It should help with the congestion and clear some stuff up.”

“It’s spicy!”

Amy laughs. “You’ll get used to it. Keep breathing.”

He falls silent obediently, and as they lapse into a comfortable quiet he starts to feel it again.

The flu is definitely messing with his brain, but a part of him never wants to be sick without her again. Maybe she could take care of him every time he’s sick or hurt or sad. Maybe he could take care of her, too. Maybe he wants the comfort she brings when she’s here. Maybe her coat could find a permanent place draped over his armchair. Maybe it could stay – and maybe she could stay –

“Okay,” she says suddenly, making him jump almost guiltily. “It’s been like ten minutes – how’s the temperature?”

“Um, good,” he says, forcing his voice to remain casual. “It’s pretty lukewarm, actually. Not much steam left.”

Her voice says, “I think you’re done, then,” and then the towel is yanked off his head and he’s blinking in the bright lights of his living room.

She whisks away the bowl before he even has a chance to react, sliding it onto his countertop with a little flourish. “You can reuse that up to three times – it’ll probably still be good tomorrow. Just re-boil it. I’ll text you the full recipe for when you need to make more – you should probably do this twice a day until you feel better.”

“Um, okay. Thanks.”

She gives him a small smile, then passes him a handful of pills and a glass of water. “Take ‘em.”

He swallows them obediently as she holds up a pill organizer. “I’ve put a week’s supply in here, so you don’t have to figure out how much to take. You should be almost back to normal by the time it runs out, but if not, I’ll give you more.”

He gives her a petulant frown. “I’m not an old man.”

She snorts. “Don’t get sick and beg me like a baby, then.”

He laughs, and she smiles, wringing her hands almost nervously. “I think that’s mostly it – so, um, I’ll head out, let you get some rest – I’ll leave my peppermint and echinacea for you to use, I have plenty at home – ”

“Wait,” he says, much too quickly. “Do you – would you want to stay? I mean, if you’re busy, I totally get it, I just – I’m actually kind of sick of lying in bed all day, and, um, I’d love some company – I read an article about this documentary on cubism we could watch – “

“You’d watch a documentary about cubism with me?”

He gives her an embarrassed smile. “You brought me soup. It’s the least I can do.”

She blushes slightly and rolls her eyes. “Technically, Paul from Postmates brought you soup.”

“Then give me his number and get out of my house.”

Amy laughs, lively and bright, and Jake’s heart soars.

“Fine,” she says, pouring herself a glass of water. “But I’m finishing my scarf as we watch it.”

“Deal.”

And maybe it’s just a coincidence, maybe it’s fate, but when the precinct’s annual Secret Santa rolls around and Jake tears open the wrapping paper to find a familiar, hand-knit blue scarf, he can’t help but feel like the world is trying to tell him something.  

Or, maybe, one person is trying to tell him something.

And as he walks into the bullpen the next morning with his new scarf warm and secure around his neck, he finds it really, really hard to tell the difference.

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3m Safety And Security Reading Glasses

Signs And Symptoms Of Vision Issues

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What Triggers Ocular Pain?

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Common Eye Disorders.

What Is Glue For Glasses Frames.

Nose Pads Keep Glasses Comfortable.

What Causes Ocular Pain?

Forty I made use of a fluid called acetone, secure the break and melt the brake with an eye dropper I dealt with numerous pair, and now I wear wire frames.The declines of acetone thaws the break comparable to weilding. Try several of the quick setting JB Weld, The rapid type held some plastic that the old standby JB counldn't. I glued it from the within to permit the adhesive to permeate into the crack as well as fill the space up, worked flawlessly.

Glass adhesives are commonly solvent-free, UV and weather-resistant as well as have an extremely high resistance to mechanical stress. If you intend to use the silicone adhesive on a terrarium or fish tank, you need to make certain it appropriates. Sanitary silicone, in particular, commonly has an antifungal impact of preventing mold growth in the washroom. This is obviously a wonderful benefit when used in moist spaces, yet fungicides are damaging to animals and also water organisms.

After I was particular the glue was gone from the delicate white of my eyes, I extremely gingerly blinked. I was overjoyed when my eye resumed without sticking itself closed, and also discharge a deep sigh of alleviation. I would certainly managed to adhesive the light bulb owner back with each other, and additionally glue the tube to my fingers.

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As the name implies, the Devcon 2-Ton epoxy is made for very sturdy use. It has great impact toughness, is non-shrinking, as well as keeps good clarity once it dries out. Other than being water resistant, it was also formulated to stand up to solvents, fuel, oil, mineral spirits, and anti-freeze.

Nevertheless, this is not your perfect epoxy if you remain in a hurry. The Devcon 2-Ton Epoxy has an exceptionally lengthy setting time of 20 mins, with complete treating just expected after about 12 hours. The E6000 was specifically formulated with craft-making in mind. In spite of its stamina, it preserves a good action of versatility when dry. It is clear and also is easily paintable, so it should not detract from the aesthetics of your crafts.

Art Bell once glued his lips virtually together obtaining the cap off with his teeth throughout a break. When he came back on after the break a humorous event occurred live to us radio audiences in the millions. Being a significant fan of Ghost Peppers, I've gotten powder or oil in my eyes more than a couple of times. Yet not so chilli pepper, which as soon as resulted in a blind rescue trip to medical facility as well as an eye spot for a number of weeks. I take place to keep my superglue in the shower room purposefully-- appropriate next to the plasters so that I can spot a cut from an airplane or a razor operating in the store.

What does OD mean after a doctors name?

An optometrist receives a doctor of optometry (OD) degree after completing four years of optometry school, preceded by three years or more years of college.

Robert's walking cane maintained falling over when he had to use his hands. Adding magnets made it easy for him to complete his everyday tasks without needing to fret about fetching his cane regularly. The numbers and also dials on cleaning makers, microwaves, ovens as well as various other appliances can be little as well as difficult to read. Throughout the years our neighborhood has actually made use of Sugru to make points extra visible and also also included tactile pens to assist individuals with damaged vision. It worked initially for initial two goes, after that the thin needle appicator came undone and also it had to be utilized as regular adhesive i.e. an opening as well as pressed glue out appeared in bigger blobs.

It's a pity that the secretary did not have some nail gloss cleaner handy. The non-irritant kind (n-Butyl cyanoacrylate) which is also authorized for usage on human beings, is rather pricey.

If adhesive continues to be after using warm soapy water, it will certainly usually de-bond within a number of days due to basic damage and also the all-natural oils in the skin. " Want to make fish pot, we have ten mm glass. Got good info with actions, thank you." " I am planning on crafting with glass marbles & half rounds & required information on just how to go about it. Thanks to all writers for producing a page that has been read 571,551 times. wikiHow is a "wiki," comparable to Wikipedia, which means that most of our short articles are co-written by several writers.

Repairing fragile valuables or cherished accessories can lead to additional damages as well as frustration if you do not have the right tools. Because of its numerous resistance to wetness, reduced temperature, and also different chemicals, the Loctite Professional adhesive makes sure resilient bonding with keep the optimum effectiveness. Exactly how old are the glasses you might be able to obtain them replaced if they aren't also old. I suggest utilizing a toothpick to use the combined epoxy to the glasses.

Once the components are adhered, leave them uninterrupted for a minimum of 10 mins. Repairing glass can be complicated, however it does not need to be. A couple of easy preventive actions can make the distinction. The most effective way to attain enduring results is to plan in advance.

I've utilized a small old drill little bit, and also tight galvanized cord. A drill little bit can repair the earpiece, as well as the cord can be formed around contours in the glass holding areas.

The epoxy retains its strength in severe hot and cold as well as can be utilized for acrylic, steel, glass, concrete, and ceramic. Eliminate any extra fragments or glass fragments obstructing a perfect seal. If you do discover spaces in between glass items, select a gap-filling adhesive such as Loctite Go2 Gel.

Common Eye Disorders.

Top-Specs embeds in the presence of wetness, so this can additionally make it most likely the eyelids become adhered to the eyeball too. I then proceeded to delicately wipe away solidified adhesive from my reduced eyelid as well as eyelashes.

What Is Glue For Glasses Frames.

I'm a jewelry maker and it doesn't stay with my pearls or crystals - as anticipated - as I use it for glueing knots on stretch string. I've stated, yes, permanently value, as it had not been also pricey for needle application adhesive - yet if only it worked effectively - maybe I had a dud one. I make my own sterling silver wire wrapped Sea Glass as well as Gemstones. This glue is amazingly solid and dries out clear which is excellent.

The worst little bit was what got under my eylid the unpleasant effect was quiet undesirable, took a trip to the doctor to have it cleaned out, fortunately no permenant damages. This certain little girl has offered me numerous terrific tales like securing the "Care construction zone" sign by running over it with her auto. She came home with the best front panel of her cars and truck in the trunk. Since then I've used hardware-store grade CA many lot of times to knit up little cuts, and also it's remarkable. Maintains them with each other for 3-4 days and afterwards just peels/ dismiss.

Once all was tranquil, I determined to begin my research study into just how negative that can have been. This implied a briny eye rinse was offered, and also I purged my eye repetitively without blinking.

What kind of glue do I use when covering bottles with thread? I've tried wood adhesive, however it's not offering me what I want.

The lines of type get smaller as you relocate down the chart.

Your near vision additionally might be checked, using a card with letters similar to the far-off eye graph.

During a refraction analysis, your doctor asks you to check out a masklike gadget that contains wheels with various lenses having different toughness to aid determine which combination provides you the sharpest vision.

Your doctor asks you to determine different letters of the alphabet printed on a chart or a screen placed some distance away.

Most individuals will not experience unfavorable results from a short program of unnecessary anti-biotics, Stein states, however there are threats.

Start with a clean, dry surface area that is free of oil, wax, paint, or any kind of sort of soapy deposit. Any excess material, even fingerprints, may stop a solid bond. Taking care of smooth surfaces and sharp edges can be irritating. Gluing that damaged rear-view mirror or cracked wineglass back with each other can be harder than it first seems.

What is eye doctor called?

An ophthalmologist — Eye M.D. — is a medical or osteopathic doctor who specializes in eye and vision care. Ophthalmologists differ from optometrists and opticians in their levels of training and in what they can diagnose and treat.

After that some years after, I saw just how a mom used the very same adhesive in the temple of his very own youngster that obtained a bleeding scrape. Instantly the kid quit blood loss and afterwards some ice was applied to avoid swelling, however later the child was allright runing everywhere again. some days later I reached see the kid once again and he hadn't got even a tiny mark of the swelling. This mom told me the exact same, the adhesive will certainly left the body in a number of days.

To produce this article, 20 individuals, some confidential, functioned to edit as well as boost it gradually. Operate in a well-ventilated area if you are making use of an adhesive that creates hazardous fumes. Some silicone adhesives come in a cyndrical tube with a plunger at one end as well as a nozzle at the various other.

We kept it wet to quit it from setting but however that did not function. It at some point came off with a combination of cutting his eyelashes, using a hot flannel compress and also selecting away at the glue. That was a really undesirable minute, however I was lucky and also just ended up with a cornea abscess and no vision loss.

These can be put into a "silicone weapon" for higher control over application. If you want to include mod-podge rather, that will certainly make it clear as well as shiny. Make use of some of the truly little bottles of industrial-strength glue. Be extremely cautious not to jump on your fingers in the process.

What are the different types of eye doctors?

Eye Doctors - Eye Doctors: Optometrists and Ophthalmologists There are two main types of eye doctors: ophthalmologists and optometrists. Confused about which is which and who does what? Here's a look at how they're different.

Nose Pads Keep Glasses Comfortable.

Complying with that, I'll share some basic tips for when you locate on your own in a sticky scenario. # 7 Take the glass out of the frame and make use of the glass cleaner and the towel to brighten up your mosaic. # 6 As soon as all your tiles have actually been carefully glued in position make certain to leave the mosaic over night to make sure that your adhesive can entirely cure. # 5 Once you more than happy with exactly how your mosaic looks not stuck down, you are ready to begin sticking points into place. You might require to take off a few pieces at once to make sure that as you push the floor tile into location the displaced glue does not half stick an additional floor tile down.

I don't really maintain eye drops accessible, to make sure that confusion is unlikely, but I might certainly see another person encountering that complication. I could begin buying the bright orange containers of superglue simply to be on the risk-free side ... I was residing in an unpleasant shared level where somebody leaving superglue in the bathroom wasn't that out of the ordinary.

The lengthy slim applicator tube is additionally great for getting the adhesive right into little limited areas. I would thoroughly suggest this for any type of fragile glueing. You'll see an approximated delivery date - opens in a new home window or tab based on the vendor's send off time and also delivery service. Delivery times may differ, especially throughout peak periods as well as will certainly depend upon when your settlement removes - opens in a brand-new window or tab. Rinse your fingers immediately with a lot of cozy soapy water and do not draw on the skin that has been glued.

Spray with a sealer to guarantee resilience and also water resistance. As soon as the very first layer has actually dried out, adding a small amount of adhesive to a location will certainly make it wet as well as tacky, preventing your designs from slipping.Wait an additional 5-10 minutes for this to take effect. For large level pieces of glass, repair them in position with a glass clamp or an additional clamp specialized for holding delicate things. Ensure the busted surfaces are straightened and hold in place for a minimum of one min. You will certainly utilize the wire to reinforce the location on both sides of the break.

Take care using any adhesive for seals revealed to extreme temperatures (over 180 ° F/82 ° C). E6000 Craft Adhesive can survive at any kind of temperature because of its commercial toughness top quality, which can provide you a maximum bonding efficiency. Cyanoacrylate "Super Glue" is the functional adhesive offered by Glue Masters.

If you desire, you can put a tablet computer or print out of a picture below to assist you draw out your lines. The dry eliminate pen can be easily abraded if you make any type of errors. When dealing with sharp-edged glass, there is, certainly, a danger of injury. Protect your fingers from sharp sides by masking them with a layer of clinical tape. In this way, you can maintain your haptic capacities without revealing your skin to unsafe fragments.

no matter what item you utilize, put covering up tape on your lens to shield it from any adhesive mishaps. These are a bit harder to make use of but they do give the best bond. Obtain the mixing taste buds and the little spatula as well as continue to blend equivalent parts of the tubes. It placed my mind secure when my child's eye crash obtained glued with each other. He was having a head wound glued up by an Emergency situation Doctor and some glue glided down into his eye.

How can I restore my eyesight to 20 20?

Keep reading to learn other ways you can improve your vision. 1. Get enough key vitamins and minerals. 2. Top-Specs forget the carotenoids. 3. Stay fit. 4. Manage chronic conditions. 5. Wear protective eyewear. 6. That includes sunglasses. 7. Follow the 20-20-20 rule. 8. Quit smoking. More items•

This can be performed with tidy water or a proper clinical solution, such as saline made use of by call lens users. Using anything to liquify the adhesive is an outright no-no. This will just offer to boost the possibility of gluing your eyes closed as the eyelids collaborated.

Hackaday presently appears like a pack of cigarettes in an international nation. You recognize, the ones that plaster images of malignant body organs and rotting faces on tobacco items to encourage individuals to quit.

This was quite standard procedure, so I wasn't specifically worried. However, as my figures drew devoid of television, the nozzle flipped a fat bead of glue straight in the direction of my face, touchdown in the corner of my eye.

From the outside with or without the light on you can not see the fracture anymore as well as it has held for about 4 months to date. Great for sticking little glass products; not so reliable on larger breaks. Moisten the glue tarnish with cozy water, after that carefully rub toothpaste over the discolor with a fabric.

I obtained the top of my ear cut while obtaining a haircut (blood all over!) and also went to the ER and they glued it back along with medical-grade CA. They could not have sewed anything so fine, and also it worked perfectly. One of the initial functions for CA adhesive was to close gunshot wounds during the Vietnam Battle. My doctor superglued my fingertip together after I inadvertently touched a running bandsaw.

[toevenexist]

Melon Ch.2

Hey everyone here’s part two.  I want to make this clear; Amelia is an independent lone gal in this fic, this is Omelia, Amelink, Amerina, and AMELIA, this may change though. Please feel free to make suggestions or requests for more chapters???

Link to Chapter one

Link’s eyes were wide and concerned as he watched Amelia stand, with her top up, a midwife winding a measuring tape around her waist. He caught her focus and smiled warmly. Her shoulders slumped then and she smiled a little, letting her stomach muscles laxen and her stomach bloat. They’d already confirmed the pregnancy, and a scan was booked for a few days time.  

“Alright Amelia, up on the scales” the midwife said, stuffing her measuring tape into her pocket, moving across to the scales, smiling tightly at Amelia and then Link. Amelia kicked off her shoes and stepped up onto the scale. “You’re up, 5 pounds, from what you said was your usual weight”

“That’s good? That’s enough?” Link said, leaning, tipping in his chair so he can see past Amelia to the midwife. The midwife smiled warmly, Amelia turned glancing briefly at Link. 

“That’s very good… step down” she said, making a note in Amelia’s chart. “Take a seat, I’ll just get your prenatal vitamins” She continued, laying down Amelia’s chart and leaving the room. 

Amelia sat down beside Link and crossed her arms across her stomach.  

“Alright?” Link said, soothing a hand down her back. 

“Yeah, a… bit overwhelmed” Amelia said, pushing her hands under her thighs.

“It’s alright, there’s time to figure things out” Link assured her. The midwife came back in then, and handed Amelia a tub of vitamins, taking a seat at the desk.  “Everything looks good, things have progressed normally. Your blood pressure is a little low, which can be normal at this stage, as hormonal changes can cause blood vessels to dilate, among other factors. We just need to keep an eye on it, and be wary of any dizziness, nausea, loss of balance and so on” The midwife listed. 

Amelia nodded, dropping the vitamins into her bag with rattle. 

“I’ll see you back here on Thursday for your scan. Do either of you have any questions?” She said, looking between the two of them. 

Amelia froze, mouth gaping slightly, shaking her head. Link watched her, waiting for her to speak. When she didn’t, he cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat, leaning forward.  “Um, does she need to sleep more? And eat more?” 

Amelia turned to him “Link!” 

“No no, it’s okay. Yes and no to both, just, no skipping meals, eat when you’re hungry, limit night shifts, take naps... Amelia…” the midwife addressed Amelia directly, “Just listen to your body. You’ll be fine.”

Amelia inhaled steadily and shifted back in her chair. “I… I’ve been pregnant before, it… it’s in my notes”. The midwife nodded slowly, clasping her hands together atop the chart. Link took one of Amelia’s hands and squeezed it. “I know it’s very rare to have a second anencephalic child, I know that, but… it’s something… something that I’m worried about” Amelia spoke quietly, her throat feeling tight. 

“That’s okay, Amelia, we’ll be able to rule that out on Thursday. You’re right, it is very rare, And I know me saying, ‘try not to worry’ won’t make a difference. So I won’t say it. We’ll have a look on Thursday.”

Amelia nodded sharply, pursing her lips. “Alright, any more questions?...”

Amelia shook her head, Link sat up straight, and pursed her lips. 

“well okay, you have a good day now, and take it easy, take it easy, alright” The midwife smiled wider again, sucking some of the tension out of the room. 

“Thank you Jane” Amelia said, tucking her hair behind her ears, standing and making for the door. “Thank you” Link said, as the pair of them stepped into the hallway. 

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They didn’t speak as they made their way to the elevator. Link wrapped an arm around her as they walked. Amelia let her head fall against him, closing her eyes when they reached the elevator, folding towards him and burying her face against his chest. He squeezed her tight, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Unconsciously he began to sway them, closing his eyes. People hurried passed, back and forth. No one so much as glanced at them.

“You okay?” Link asked her, still holding her tight. Amelia hummed yes, and inhaled. She moved in his arms, pulling away slightly, resting her forehead in the centre of his chest as she gathered herself. She peered up at him.

 “You have this Amelia” Link said, shaking his head slightly. Amelia smiled, standing up straighter, “you are the strongest person I know.”

Amelia chuckled lightly, turning at the sound of the elevator bell.

 “Amelia, hi” Owen stood there, with Teddy and Allison. 

“Hi” Amelia felt her legs go limp.  The group exchanged more short greetings as they swapped places. Owen looked confused, intrigued, eyeing Amelia as they passed one another. 

10 days later: 

“So Link, You and Amelia are… together? Like an item” Maggie questioned Link, sitting at the kitchen counter, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. Link stood at the stove, stirring blueberries into porridge. 

“Um, well, we’re, no, I’m just…”

“We’re partners, like Mulder and Scully” Amelia interrupted, mumbling, entering the kitchen, pulling her heavy cord knit jumper around herself. 

“You alright? Are you still unwell” Maggie said, pouring a cup of coffee and holding it out to Amelia. 

Amelia stared at it, stopping.  “Uh, yeah, I can’t seem to shake it.” Amelia said, taking the coffee, walking behind Maggie, sitting the coffee next to Link. He took a sip and draped an arm around Amelia. 

Maggie span in her seat, turning to them. 

Link was whispering something to her, holding onto her shoulder, brushing her neck with his thumb. Amelia turned, with two bowls in her hands. She placed one down in front of Maggie. “I’m pregnant, with Owen’s kid” Amelia said casually, walking passed her and sitting at the table. Link smirked, filling a bowl for himself. 

Maggie gawked, eyes wide. “Seriously? You… you’re...”

“She’s what? Who?” Meredith strode into the room, two lunch boxes tucked under her arm. 

Amelia stirred her porridge, taking a small mouthful. Link leant against the kitchen counter behind her, watching her, waiting on her reaction to the porridge. 

“She’s pregnant” Maggie told Meredith. 

“Seriously? Wow you two are quick.”

Amelia clamoured out of her chair, covering her mouth as she stumbled from the room. “It’s Owen’s” Maggie said, watching in astonishment as Link sprinted after her. 

“Amelia... “ Link pushed open the bathroom door, ducking his head in. Amelia was kneeling in front of the toilet, empty retching, groaning. Tendrils of her hair had fallen loose from her ponytail,  and had clung to her forehead. “Amelia…” 

She huffed, slumping against the wall. “I had one spoonful...” She panted, shaking her head slowly. Link stepped in and ran the tap, soaking a washcloth. He sat down with her, pulling her against him. 

“It’s alright, we’ll find something…”  he said, guiding her head back to rest on his shoulder. He pressed the cloth against her forehead and she closed her eyes.

 “We’ve tried everything, toast, cereal, smoothies, waffles…” Amelia whined, Link placed a hand against her stomach and smoothed it round in soothing circles. A moderate bump had developed over the past week. He thought she looked beautiful, she thought she looked fat. 

“We’ll try fruit next, I’ll get you a selection.” Amelia relaxed against him slowly, lulled by the cool of the cloth and by his massage.

 “Hmmm…” she sighed contently, “thank you Link… for all you’re doing… I don’t know what I’d do withou…”

“I want to be doing this, you don’t need to think about what you’d do.” Amelia reached up and took the cloth from her forehead, dragging it across her face. 

Link moved his other hand to her stomach, lifting her shirt. Amelia moaned, “Link… it’s just fat… I’m…” 

“Shut up Amelia, here…” he took her hand and placed it on her stomach, “feel how firm that is?” 

Amelia looked down at their hands, at the curve of her stomach. “It’s definitely not fat” he whispered, lips grazing her ear. Amelia shivered, smiling, “that tickles..” she sang, coiling to one side. Link laughed, chasing her ear, grazing it again as he whispered “you ticklish…..” 

She squealed, halfheartedly pulling away from him. “Oh Amelia…” Link chuckled, holding her tighter, rocking with her. 

“You’re gonna need to break the news to Owen soon… this week” Link said, resting his chin on Amelia’s shoulder.

Amelia closed her eyes,  sitting silent, letting him hold her and rock her. 

“I’m happy… I just feel like I’m not grounded in the feeling yet. Owen’s going to ask how I feel, and I’m worried I’m going to panic, and forget this feeling… everything is complicated” Amelia spoke calmly, eyes closed. “I feel… light, and… happy. And… like I can do this... You helping me, you’re keeping the stress away, somehow, and I’m... I’m confused… but, I feel… I can do this, I can do this” She sat up, and turned within the circle of his splayed legs. Her shirt was still up, tucked under her breasts. “I think…” she said, cautious, smiling.

“You’re strong, you’ll be okay. I’ll be here to keep your head straight” Link said, grinning, hands brushing up and down her waist. 

“Hello…” Maggie poked her head around the door then, knocking gently. “Hey, are you okay? I brought you some water…” she said, lifting the glass. Amelia smiled.

“I’m okay, just not found a food that goes down and stays down yet, thank you” Amelia shifted on the floor slightly, reaching for the water. 

“Look at that little belly” Maggie gasped, crouching to pass the glass. 

“Amelia says it’s just fat”

“What! That’s not fat” Maggie squeaked, 

“I don’t now, I didn’t really” Amelia said, taking a sip of water. 

“Hey, Amelia, does Owen know?” Meredith joined them in the room then. She took in Amelia’s girth and frowned, “how pregnant are you?” 

“No… he doesn’t yet…” Amelia paused, taking another sip of water. 

“She’s 13 weeks” Link said, brushing his hand across her thigh. 

“My ass is numb, and it’s getting very crowded in here”  Amelia said, moving to get up.

“It’s alright, we’re just off to work now anyway”  Maggie said, heading for the door. Meredith called from the hallway; “congratulations Amelia.” 

Link helped Amelia to stand and followed her up, standing closely behind her in case she felt unsteady.

Maggie paused at the door, “I’m really happy for you Amelia, and… and.. This partner thing... you two have a good thing going… let me know if you need anything.”

Four days later:

“Hey, you paged me here? Amelia?” 

Amelia looked up sharply from where she sat, perched on the edge of a bed. It was dark outside, a few hours from the end of her shift. She’d paged Owen to an call room, and he was there within five minutes.

She forced a smile, trying to keep her head. “Hi, hey, sit, sit down” 

Owen froze, before closing the door, pausing again with her back to her, facing the door. Amelia stood up. “Amelia, you were… are you” 

“I’m pregnant…” she paused, wrapping her arms around herself tightly, breathing in and out deeply. “I’m not… I’m okay to do this, I’m having it… I’m not asking anything of you… of course you can…” 

Owen turned, mouth agape. 

Amelia inhaled slowly and deeply, tipping her face up to the ceiling, composing herself. When she looked back to Owen, he was staring at her stomach, with wide watery, sparkling eyes. 

“You’re with Teddy now, and you have Allison, and obviously you will want to be part of this baby’s life and you can be involved with this…” Amelia spoke quickly, smoothing down her scrub top, “but I’m okay, I’m… I’m happy, and I’m okay, and... and Link’s helping me”

“You’re with Link!?” 

“No, Owen, that’s... “ Amelia sighed, sinking slightly, sitting down. “Owen, I need help, a lot of help, and I… I need people… around me, and you know how difficult it would have once been for me to admit that… but I’m okay…”

Owen nodded, slightly, sitting down beside her. “I know, I’m… I just wish it was me… it would have been me once… looking after you” 

Amelia closed her eyes, trying actively to keep her breath steady. “I know… I… it’s weird and not how I ever saw this happening…” She smiled sadly, meeting Owen’s gaze.  

Owen looked weathered, and sad, painfully sad. He ran his eyes down, back to her bump, “I… I always wondered… wanted to see you… pregnant. I knew you’d be beautiful” He said, reaching out and placing his hand against her stomach. Amelia watched his hand, softly caressing.

 “Owen… you can come by, and see me, whenever you want. I’m okay, and I’m looked after, but you can help, and see and be around, as much or as little as you want to be…” 

Owen nodded, sniffling and wiping his nose with his free hand. “I’m sorry Amelia… I’m sorry…” He shook his head, tears escaping. Amelia wrapped and arm around him, and pulled him against her.  “We can make this work Owen, I know we can.”

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Fifty: Far From Home ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

The worst part about his job? The business trips.

It doesn’t matter how fancy the hotel, how grand the destination, how appealing the attractions of the local area while he’s there.

Because all Sasuke can think about while he’s gone is what he left behind.

He’s only been married for six months now. But that doesn’t mean he misses Hinata any less ardently whenever his father sends him out on these escapades. At least Fugaku gave him some leeway when they were first married: two months without a single excursion from his new wife.

But...work is work, and he couldn’t avoid them forever.

Itachi, of course, is much in the same boat. Fugaku keeps him just as busy, if not more so given his lined up future role as CEO after their father. Add in the fact he’s already got a child, and he’s run ragged...and just as homesick whenever he’s far from home.

This time, they have a rare duo outing. From their home city of Nagoya, they’re to fly to Los Angeles for a new trade deal Fugaku’s got planned. It must be a massive one if he’s sending both brothers.

Packing up his suitcase the day before, Sasuke does his best to look at the bright side. If this deal goes through, both he and his brother have been promised a rather sizeable bonus. Something Sasuke can’t really say no to. After all, the pair are doing their best to save up to leave their (admittedly very nice) apartment for something a bit more…homey. An actual house, to be exact.

Because eventually, they’d like to have a kid or two. Granted, not for a couple of years yet (or so they plan), but it’s never a bad thing to put some money away in the rainy day fund.

...not that either Uchiha brother is underpaid by any means. But, semantics.

Happening to be home from work herself, Hinata’s been helping out with preparations: mostly in regards to making sure all the laundry was done that morning for him to cram into the space he’s allotted in his suitcase. Also helping to round up all his tech he’ll need: laptops, thumb drives, cell phones, and a ridiculous amount of cables and cords. He’s got a rather important presentation to give, after all.

Hence having five copies of it.

Hey, he’s a guy that likes to be prepared.

He even gave one to Itachi to hang onto.

“Okay, here’s the last of it.”

Turning from his position alongside the bed where he’s perched his gear, Sasuke sees Hinata haul in the laundry basket full of newly-folded clothes. “Thanks.”

“I think I might make some lunch - anything sound good?”

“Just something light - I don’t want to risk having an upset stomach on a flight that long.”

Smiling behind a hand, Hinata nods, retreating to do just that.

As she goes, Sasuke’s movements slow, watching her go. He’s going to be gone for nearly two weeks. Granted, most overseas trips are on the longer side. They try to cover more during their opportunity to meet in person, after all. But that means even longer without being home. Without home-cooked meals, a warm body to sleep next to, company to relax with.

Sure, he loves his brother...but his brother’s not a wife. Besides, Fugaku went overboard and got them each their own room.

He’s the type to flaunt.

Mood a bit melancholy, Sasuke finishes up the clothes portion of his packing and decides to save all his gadgets for later. For now, he wants to soak up some wife time before they call it a night. His flight is in the morning, so this is really his last chance until he gets back.

Juggling a few things in the apartment’s kitchen, Hinata glances up at the movement, giving a soft smile. “Taking a break?”

“More like procrastinating.”

Sympathy tinges her expression. “I’m sure it will go quickly.”

“They never go quickly.”

Hinata’s expression then falls to a flat pout. “...I’m trying to be optimistic!”

“I know. And I love that about you.” Coming up behind her, Sasuke just...plunks his chin atop the crown of her head, leaning ever so slightly as she works at the stove. “You’re the sunshine to my clouds.”

That earns him a soft snort. “And you’re the cheese to my crackers - w-what was that line?”

“Me being out of sorts because I’m going to miss you so badly.”

“At least you get to see your brother for a while, right? You two never have any time, since you’re both so busy…”

“...I guess.” In truth, they’ll likely have little downtime to enjoy that time together. But he’s already being a sourpuss, so...he’ll leave that part out. For Hinata’s sake.

They indulge in lunch before Sasuke gets back to packing, making sure he’s got every doodad and thingamabob he’ll need to make this trip work in the tech department. By early afternoon he’s pretty sure he’s got everything stuffed into the case, and he leaves it by the door for a quick exit tomorrow morning.

But for now...it’s lounging time.

They pop in a movie to waste a bit of time, snuggled up on the couch and mostly just zoning out. Or...Sasuke is. Hinata actually looks pretty invested. But she’s always been rather easy to entertain. Which is good. Because Sasuke often lacks a sense of humor that’s not flat and dry, so even he can still make her laugh.

A miracle, really.

By the time the movie ends, it’s time for dinner, which they prepare together now that Sasuke isn’t otherwise preoccupied. Instead, he handles the more mundane parts (the ones Hinata trusts him with) while she does...pretty much everything else.

It’s not that he’s a bad cook, he just...has an aptitude for fire. Even when...there shouldn’t be any fire. Which is why he’s not allowed near anything remotely warm.

Even the microwave is an iffy subject.

From there, Sasuke decides to double check his stuff. Because he will not be happy if he gets all the way to Los Angeles and realizes something is missing. A cord, sure - he can buy a new one. Same with clothes. But some things are rather irreplaceable.

Watching from the couch, curled up with a mug of tea, Hinata lets herself be amused. “Got it all?” she calls once he zips the bag closed for what probably won’t be the last time.

“Think so.”

“It’s a wonder you ever manage to leave for these t-trips with all your fussing,” she can’t help but tease, leaning her head on his shoulder innocently as he plops beside her.

“Not sure my father would consider that an acceptable excuse for missing a flight.”

“Probably not.”

Hinata then starts up knitting, Sasuke leafing through a magazine. He hates how...idle they get when they’re just waiting for him to leave. It feels like they should be doing...more. But what more is there to do?

Besides, well...the obvious. But he’s a little stressed for that. At least, he tells himself, they’re spending time together. Besides, neither of them are particularly...active. In the sense they don’t need to be doing something to enjoy themselves. Companionable quiet is their specialty.

So maybe this is the best way to spend his evening.

“...think we should get to bed? Don’t want to be groggy at the airport.”

“Yeah...I guess so.” He doesn’t want to sleep - sleeping will bring tomorrow all the faster! But in the end he has little choice - there’s no way in hell he’s pulling an all nighter.

Once they’re tucked into bed, he latches onto her with a sigh. “...I hate this.”

A hand brushes his hair consolingly. “I know...me too.” But this is what his job entails. It’s either suck it up, or probably lose speaking privileges with his father if he quits. “You can call me any time.”

“Time zones, Hinata.”

“I don’t care. Any time means any time. If I don’t answer, just...text me instead. I’ll write back when I can, o-okay?”

A nod against her hair.

“...I’m turning out the light now.”

“Okay.”

“You need to sleep now.”

Silence. And then, “...okay.”

Once it’s dark, she shimmies in his grip to give his brow a kiss. “...wake me before you go. I want to see you off.”

“Will do.” Returning the gesture, he holds it a long moment, as though to make it easier to recall once he’s alone. “...night, ‘nata.”

“Goodnight, Sasuke.”

                                                           .oOo.

     An entry this early? What witchcraft is this?! xD ("early" being a very relative term, given it's still after midnight lol)      Admittedly, I've been feeling rather burnt out lately...but that's probably mostly because I have another big project going on: I'm hosting a ship week here on Tumblr! One focusing on OCs paired with canons, lol - and I'm not only hosting, but also participating, so I've been TRYING to get mine done in advanced. It starts Saturday, and I have 3/7 entries done...whoops. But at least 4 is halfway done. Might poke at it a bit more tonight.      BUT ANYWAY, if you notice things are a bit...shorter or seem a bit more rushed for the next ten days or so, that's probably why! Sorry ;;;      As for this piece, it's Sauce being a lil prematurely homesick in modern. Not connected to any other pieces, just...random fluff, lol - I think he's the sort to be lowkey clingy. At least Hinata doesn't mind x3      Anywho, that's all from me tonight! Thanks for reading~

[lukerhill]

My first Christmas porch!

Hello all! I am SO very excited to share our Christmas front porch with you today! And I'm even more excited that I'm working with IKEA over the next year as we continue to make this new home our dream home! I'm thrilled to be working with them and sharing how I used their items to decorate for the holidays.

I've always wanted to have a front porch -- this is just another aspect of this house that makes me giddy. It's not a huge porch, but it's plenty big enough and I've had so much fun decorating it! With just a few IKEA products I was able to create a festive look that isn't over the top. At first I had plans to add garland everywhere -- along the door, hanging from the ceiling, around the columns -- but I soon decided to tone it down using a little greenery and a few items. It doesn't need much to shine! I dressed up the bench with two of the ANTILOGPOGA pillow covers:

They are a comfy knit fabric and can work all year round -- I think they're perfect as holiday decor!

I had an image in my mind of wreaths on every windows and these SMYCKA artificial wreaths are LOVELY. They look like real cedar and are so full. I also love how the size works on our windows: 

Aren't they pretty? They look so natural. Next year each one will have a red bow as well -- this year I'm just thrilled I got them up so soon after moving in. ;) By the way, I hung each one with a Command hook and so far so good! 

Because we have some room to play with, I was able to add a the FEJKA artificial tree next to the door. I just LOVE it! I decorated it with the VINTER red bell ornaments: 

They jingle in the wind! :) I used the sled to cover the outlet, because you know how much I dislike cords. I was going to hang that tree farm sign over the door but I happened to lean it here while decorating and we loved it! 

I cannot even tell you how fun it is to have a porch! Giddy. 

Next up, my favorite part -- the pretty lanterns. OH my goodness. They are the icing on the cake my friends! You know when you see those pictures of snow-covered porches and they have lanterns lit up on the steps? Dreamy right? 

I used a few of the smaller sized BORRBY lanterns combined with the larger versions as well: 

The taller ones are 17 inches and I love how substantial they are. They really make a statement. 

I didn't want to mess with lighting candles at night, so I used these awesome GODAFTON LED candles. They come individually or three sizes per set (only $10!) and you can set the timer and forget it. I'm obsessed with things on timers at Christmas -- it makes everything so easy. 

Our pots already have soil in them so I just tucked pieces of greenery inside, as well as some of the sparkly twigs I use on the tree inside: 

The greenery around the door is real. I usually use this stuff inside but I was just not in the mood for the mess this year. They get dried out SO quick inside! I absolutely adore how it hangs over the door:

I shared how I made the wreath with the skates a couple weeks ago -- SO easy! 

I took a ton of photos because it's my first Christmas porch. ;) I'm obsessed with how it all came together! Such a warm, lovely welcome for our guests:

Do you see my sweet buddy in the window?: 

Of course I couldn't show you our holiday porch without sharing it lit up at night! I'm SO glad I toned down my plan for this space. These small, simple additions are plenty to get us and our guests in a festive mood:

Do you see our pretty Christmas tree through the window?:

I hope you enjoyed the tour! We're supposed to get snow soon so you know I'll be running out to snap some photos when it does.  I've imagined how it will look for months. Do you have a big or small porch? Even though I had a tiny one at the old house, it never stopped me from making it festive! I am a Brand Ambassadör for IKEA U.S. This is a sponsored post.

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