#seaworld never misses

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Blasphemous Rumours

Warnings: 18+, smut, hierophilia, sacrilegious acts, priest kink, fucking on an altar, suggestive themes in a confessional, riding a rosary(?...), hair pulling, biting, light blood play, exhibitionism, suggestive themes during mass, probably smth else but i don’t remember. nothing too crazy🧌. im debating on linking the playlist i wrote this to, but it would kinda get rid of the anonymity of this account…. ~nero :)

Father Paul Hill x female!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

You hated this fuckin ferry. 

You loved your family but you never understood why they never left that island. When you found your way out you left without a second thought. Vowing to never settle here again but that didn’t mean you’d never visit your family. Usually for the holidays you made your way back out here, but this time you just had a break in your schedule and wanted to visit. Wanting to visit didn’t trump the hatred you had for riding this fucking ferry though. 

To be completely honest you didn’t hate the ride itself but rather how the journey made you smell like a feeding bucket at Seaworld. The evening sun was gracing you with its last bit of warmth as it began to tuck itself behind the horizon. Against the cool mist of the water for a split moment, you almost understood the appeal of this lifestyle.

Almost. 

The ferry pulled up to the dock and your eyes fell on the shoreline meeting some abandoned nets and dried out seaweed. The seagulls' mews echoed as you exited the boat. Grabbing your bags you took a deep breath as your feet hit the sand and you began the trek up to your family home. 

Nothings changed. 

It’s been years and everything still looked the same. The houses, the people, hell even the smells were the same. It was uncanny. You saw the church in the distance and were relieved knowing that you could finally lay your bags down soon. As you passed the church your eyes landed on a relatively young man standing outside, a warm smile welcoming anyone that passed by. Styx-colored locks, a slender frame, and a face that looked ever so familiar. Pressing your lips together in a close-lipped smile and waved at him making a mental note to speak to him later. 

Your family’s house was only two doors down from the church and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them. Knocking on the front door you eagerly waited to see who would see your face first. 

“Coming!” 

You heard faintly from the other side and you were greeted by the face of your mother. 

“Y/n! Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you!” 

She embraced you immediately, nearly squeezing the life out of you. 

“Hi, Mom.” You chuckled 

Over her shoulder, you saw your little sister, Briar, smirking at you trying her best not to laugh at your current situation. Your mom pulled you into the house motioning for you to come eat dinner as you arrived just in time. 

“Please, come eat. We’ll worry about your bags later. You came just in time to go to mass with us after.”

Mass? Why so late?

“Mass? Did you guys miss it this morning or something?” 

Washing your hands you turned around to face your family as you dried them. Before you sat down at the table your dad came from around the corner physically interjecting himself into the conversation as your mom spoke. 

“No, they happen—hi dear, they happen in the evening now. A new priest has been filling in for the Monsignor. Apparently, while he left for his trip to Jerusalem he fell terribly ill. Such a shame. But Father Paul is phenomenal! I think you’ll like him.”

Your mom looked at you with a knowing smile and you knew exactly what she was teasing you about. You rolled your lips around your teeth and began to eat, swallowing a sly comment. 

After you guys finished dinner, you fixed yourself for mass. Although you weren’t religious on your own time, you did it for your family while you were here. Plus, it allowed you time to wrestle with your feelings with Christ to see if it really wasn’t for you. Your relationship with God or whoever was out there was complicated. Wildly complicated. You knew in your heart that you were a formal sinner yet you lacked the guilt that should’ve come with that. 

If anything, you relished in it. You loved being entangled with the feeling of sin, it made you feel alive. You felt so strangled as a kid with religion, as if every move you made was under scrutiny so when you found the courage to separate yourself, you may have overindulged in things that were impious in nature. 

Just as you were this evening, clad in a low-cut tank top, a hoodie, jeans, and slip-on Vans. If you felt you didn’t belong in Crockett before, you definitely visually fit the part now. Looking like a complete foreigner in comparison to everyone else. You screamed city. From your clothes, and makeup, even down to the way you spoke. You tried your best to eradicate every trace of Crockett when you left but there was one thing you couldn’t scrub away. 

God. 

God always found a way to squirm His way around your brain and tether you to this island. 

“Y/n! You ready, honey?” 

“Yeah!”

Spraying yourself with a light perfume you walked out into the front room where your family was waiting for you. Filing out the door, the walk to the church was quick which was something you despised as a kid and you could feel those same feelings bubbling up as you neared its entrance. It was as if God was mocking you, knowing that you had such an internal feud with whether or not you believed, what was right and wrong, and if you even had a sliver of faith left within you. 

Sitting down in the pews next to your family, you felt at home once the incense filled your nose. The strange feeling of comfort washing over you as memories of your childhood flashed in front of you. The tottering organ that was moments away from wood decay, the massive crucifix in the center arch of the back of the church, and the haunting glow from the warm ambient lighting had you questioning yourself once again. You swallowed the thought, deciding that nostalgic comfort was weighing out your need for logic. 

You were pulled from your thoughts as everyone around you rose to your feet and the chimes of the bell echoed through the building. It was at this point that you realized how many people were stuffed into the pews. Mass was never like this as a kid. 

He’s either the hottest thing known to man or he’s sent from God himself. 

Anticipation settled in your stomach and you fought the smile that was begging to stretch your lips. You needed to know what it was. Maybe he was just a really good preacher, and you were being facetious–or maybe you just walked into the next Jim Jones story. Either way, your eyes were glued to the hallway counting the seconds to the procession. 

As everyone around you opened their book of hymns you were fixated on the white robe that exited the side door.  You didn’t recognize either of the altar boys and for a brief moment, you wondered where the last two poor bastards ran off to. But then your eyes fell on his. His stark black hair wasn’t as neat as it was earlier today when you were walking through town. A few pieces in the front dangled over his right eyebrow and his head was bowed slightly as he walked through the pews. 

Your mind was pulled away from fully taking in the man as you were distracted by how full the church sounded. When you were younger the hymns always sounded so hollow and weak, but tonight it resembled a traditional mass. Savoring the moment of repose you felt, you found it within you to appreciate the music resonating through the building finding it somewhat odd that they were singing a hymn that sounded so haunting. 

At His feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye~

Your attention drifted back to the priest where he kneeled at the steps and then bowed his head at the altar. When his head raised to stare out across the pews you felt your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Your mom nudged your side, smirking when you turned to look at her. 

“Told you.”

You shoved your tongue in your cheek, swiping it across your teeth as you sat back down. Mass went by in a blink considering you were completely engrossed in the man in front of you rather than his preaching. At some point, you completely tuned out his biblical orations and resorted to the simple pleasures of imagining him and yourself in various scenarios in the church. 

In the pews, across the altar, across the altar with the front door open waiting for Beverly to waltz through, in the confessio-

“Honey, come. I want you to meet Father Paul.”

Your mom tapped you on your shoulder pushing you out of your trance of thoughts. Standing up, you smoothed out your top and took a deep breath in an attempt to shake out the tension in your shoulders you most certainly built up during your daydreaming. Walking out of the church you wondered why you were leaving if she wanted you to meet the man. You turned around and noticed that he was no longer at the altar either. Stepping out to the front, your questions were soon answered as a smooth voice sounded from behind you. 

“I see we have a new face in town.” 

Your mother butt in before you had a chance to speak for yourself. Laying her hand across the small of your back introducing you to the man you just spent the better half of an hour fantasizing about. 

“For a little bit, we do, yes! This is my daughter, y/n. She usually comes around for the holidays but we got lucky this time around. This used to be her home until about two years ago.”

You stuck your hand out, Father Paul grabbing yours with a firm grip and you couldn’t help the compulsion to stare at his hand for a moment before quickly finding your mind and smiling at him.

“Nice of you to step in for the Monsignor. My mom told me you’re his stand-in for the time being.” 

“Yes. I apologize seeing as I’m not who you expected, but I assure you he’s on the road to recovery.” 

As Father Paul spoke, you couldn’t quite place why he looked and felt so familiar. You were running through files of how you could’ve possibly known him but nothing was coming out concrete. 

“Oh! No need to apologize. I quite enjoyed your sermon, it was very similar to what I was used to growing up here. It’s as if he never left.” 

You chuckled out your last sentence and suddenly nerves found themselves coursing through your body as you maintained eye contact. You were committing his face to memory. Whether it be for personal reasons in the dead of night or to try and figure out where you knew him from. You’d wrestle with that later. Right now, you were just hoping that you weren’t being painfully obvious. 

You were. 

You were bordering a fine line of staring and eye-fucking him that your mother and sister were finding absolute humor in. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his clerical collar and his face trying to shake the thoughts that were circling their way around your head. 

“Well, I’m glad that I feel so familiar to you. I hope to see more of you during your time here with us.” 

He smiled at you with such sincerity you forgot about all the lust brewing for a second. His face held so many emotions but you couldn’t place any of them. 

“You will.”

You smiled back at him, your eyes holding something a little more heavy though. You were aware of the priesthood’s celibacy and something about knowing you couldn’t have him made the feeling that more intense. Although, you didn’t miss how it seemed the feeling was reciprocated while you looked at him. Father Paul spoke, breaking the silence that you two created. 

“Well, it was very nice to meet the rest of your family, Mrs. L/N, but I am afraid that I have some matters to tend to back in my rectory. You all have a very nice night.” 

His gaze lingered as he spoke, giving you the same treatment as you did moments before and it was making you squirm on the inside. His gaze was soft but so intense and the contrariety of it left your mind racing. While you and your family said a choir of goodbyes, you watched Father Paul walk away as your family made the way back to the house. Your sister spoke up, whipping you from your thoughts. 

“At this point, you should just tell him you want to fuck him.” 

Both of your parents exclaimed your sister’s name in shock but the two of you were left laughing. 

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad.” 

“Y/n, you might as well have been sucking his fingers in front of us.” 

As you guys walked back into the house your mom snickered as you genuinely asked for her opinion. 

“Was I being that obvious about it?”

She paused. 

“You could be…less obvious about it.” 

You groaned in embarrassment rushing straight to your room to avoid any teasing for the night. 

“Goodnight!” 

~*~

You couldn’t sleep. You opened your phone to check the time knowing full well that it was the middle of the night. You just wanted to see how late it was. 

3:33. 

Shit. 

You let out an exasperated sigh wiping your hand across your face. It was usually at this point in the night that your hand found its way in between your pajama pants and gently glided itself across your sensitive floret. Your hips jolted forward at the contact and as soon as that sensation spread through your body, images of Father Paul flickered in your mind. As your finger circled over your clit you found yourself reaching your climax faster than usual. As your orgasm flooded through your limbs, your chest heaved for air trying to calm the euphoria running through your veins. 

Pulling your hand from under the sheets, you let your arm drape across your eyes grappling with what you just did. But before you could really identify the problem with your actions, sleep weighed heavily on your eyelids. 

When you woke up, your middle of the night scandal was the first thing on your mind. 

How am I gonna look at him again? 

A string of questions ran through your mind leaving you mentally scattered but as you got ready for the day and saw your sister in the main room, it left the front of your mind. 

“Morning.” 

“Morning. You gonna go to church today?”

You shot your sister a look that was a mixture of embarrassment and a playful knowing. You two erupted into a fit of giggles that ended with you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. 

“Maybe.”

She watched you, impressed by your honesty, and nodded her head. Taking a sip of her drink she spoke through her swallow making her voice a little gummy. 

“Your best chances of seeing him are in the evening. For some reason, he’s stopped coming out in the day. Probably to avoid Bev. That woman would sew herself to his hip if she could.”

“Bev was up the Monsignor’s ass too, nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve never seen someone try to get so close to fucking God.” 

You both were laughing until you saw your mother emerge from the hallway and you halted the sound in your throats. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just givin’ Bev shit for being Bev.”

Your mom laughed through her nose and shook her head at your antics and you were preparing for a small lecture. 

“So I take it you’ll be heading to the church tonight y/n? Typically we only go on Sundays now but I’m sure Father Paul would be ecstatic to see one of us a little more often.” 

Your family took great pride in taking the piss out of you and to be completely fair you made it quite easy. You rolled your eyes at your mother because even she knew you had lost touch with your faith, but now you had reason to find it–maybe. 

“I wasn’t planning on it but since Briar and now you have both greeted me with the question maybe I will. Build some rapport with the man.” 

“We both know you’d wanna build something more than rapport with him.” Briar chimed in. 

“I literally can’t even! You know…with him. It’s against their whole code. Don’t think I forgot. But also they like should come up with a code to not have hot priests, I’m just sayin.” 

They both just hummed in agreement still silently giving you shit. 

“You guys are terrible.” You laughed. 

~*~

You had all day to conjure up a scheme of how you’d find a way to get close to Father Paul and you finally decided on a plan while you were getting ready. 

Confession. 

Technically you didn’t need a priest for confession but it’d be nice to have someone listen while you were in the box. Everyone separated into their rooms for the day and you hoped that was still the case when you stepped out of the house. 

“Skirt’s a little long isn’t it.” 

You didn’t expect Briar to be sitting in the main room so her voice spooked you before you registered her words. 

“Yeah, but I think the side slits balance out the potential prude.” 

You shoved your leg out to the side showing off how the slit in the maxi skirt stopped at the middle of your thigh. Paired with a fairly tight black long sleeve and chunky boots, you were bordering on looking like a mortician. In your mind, being clad in all black hid not only you, but your true intentions from being so visible. The last thing you needed was being sniffed out through a choice of clothing, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hopeful for an interaction. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Be safe.” Briar snickered

Stepping out into the cool night air, you were thankful to feel something other than the emotional heat from your family. It immediately soothed your nerves and you found yourself focusing more on your plan. With the church doors open, you noticed you saw nobody walking in and when you walked up the steps you were surprised to see the pews empty. It felt like you were intruding, like a fly buzzing around a dinner table. Your footsteps echoed in the empty building and you felt an overwhelming feeling to run out and forget about this elaborate plan. To sacrifice your need for affection and carnal satisfaction for a walk across the shoreline or to the general store. Just something else. 

Your eyes panned over to the confession box and you were wrestling with your gut feeling to stay. Maybe you should confess and get it off your chest…just not with him there. With disquieted uncertainty overcoming you, you took a step back to exit the church deciding that you’d come back another day, but when you expected your body to glide through the air, you stumbled into something solid instead. Whipping your body around you apologized profusely. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was spaced out and didn’t hear anybody behind me I’m so-” 

And then you paused. As your eyes traveled up to meet the person you stumbled into your eyes caught the clerical collar. It was like a bullet lodged itself into your chest and you felt your limbs begin to grow cold from shock. You knew who lied above that collar and you had to find the guts to look at him in the eye. 

“It’s no trouble at all. Are you alright? You seem pretty startled.” 

Father Paul placed his hand on your shoulder looking down at you with genuine concern. You made the mistake of looking at him directly in the eye and you wished you didn’t. His deep brown eyes furrowed under his brow waiting for your response but you were entranced by him. Stuttering when you found your voice. 

“I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just was in my head about something.” 

Father Paul cocked his head slightly trying to figure out where to step with you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and flickered back and forth between you and the confessional box. 

“I noticed you were quite focused on the confessional, were you looking to confess this evening, y/n?” 

You panicked. Backed in a corner, your mouth moved faster than your brain. It was too late before you could register the words flying out of your mouth. 

“Well, yes and no. I’ve been quite separated from my faith as of late but I’ve been struggling with…some intense internal issues that can’t be ignored now. I’m not sure if confession would make it better or worse and that’s why I was so engrossed in it.” 

“Well. We’re here now. If you’re comfortable, I can lead you through it.” 

You were hesitant. You worried that in your current state, you’d divulge too much, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed to do. To just get it all out of your system and bear the humiliation. You looked at him one last time and it was as if he was waiting for your compliance. He may as well have been extending his hand out to lead you to it. Closing your eyes and accepting this as a fated moment you inhaled a deep breath and nodded. 

“Okay.” 

Walking to the confessional, you got down on your knees, folded your hands in front of your mouth, and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked through the latticed opening and made out a few of Father Paul’s features. A feeling began to pool in your stomach as you realized the dynamic of the situation you were in. Your mind swiftly moved into the gutter wishing you were on your knees for a different reason. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned–and will continue to do so.” 

You paused deciding one last time if you were going to bear all your bones here. Swallowing your pride, like a gun sounding the start of a race, you relieved yourself with zero guilt. 

“Being separated from my faith has left me in a deeply sacrilegious state. For the most part, I can ignore my thoughts, my taboo interests but since I stepped foot back on this island it's all come bubbling back up.”

You looked to see if Father Paul was looking at you but he stared straight ahead giving you his complete focus to your confession. 

“I find, grave desire in things I shouldn’t. Sexual hunger that I can’t displace somewhere else because I know the only reason it brews within me is because I know it’s wrong. Father, these feelings came back to the surface when I laid my eyes on you during Mass. I couldn’t help it. The feeling that pooled in the depths of my stomach and left me aching for something more. Forgive me, Father, for my boldness, but I fear that the only way I can feel relief is to…release.” 

You felt your breath quicken at how honest you were being but it was soon replaced by the feeling of of excitement. 

“I know it’s wrong but I…I can’t stop the feeling. This is all I can say, I’m sorry for my sins.” 

Silence. 

You felt like you sat in silence for an eternity waiting to hear his voice echo to your side, but you didn’t. Instead, you heard the pace of his breathing. You almost confused it for your own but you held your breath trying to calm your nerves and still it echoed. 

“Father…I. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any-” 

“Y/n. Come to the other side. 

As you rose to your feet, you heard the door on his side of the confessional click open. When you stood in front of the door, it was the first time this evening you found the courage to look him directly in the eye. There was a dastardly hunger swimming in his brown eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey, his aura was intense and left you frozen in front of him awaiting his command. His eyebrow slightly cocked upward and his hand raised, coaxing you towards him. You followed, pausing before you stepped inside his side of the box but he coaxed you forward with his voice so smooth and alluring. With little room, you were left to slot yourself in between his legs. 

Your breath hitched as you looked at him again and he patted his thigh with his hand that was wrapped in a rosary. Clenching around nothing, you made the swift decision to close his legs and straddle them instead of taking his knee. Letting your hands rest on his shoulders you stared him down. Nothing but salacity was radiating between your bodies and quickly you began to feel your desire rise into your face. Searching his eyes for any indication of his feelings you opened your mouth to speak but he occupied the silence before you. 

“I wondered if, you would find the courage to be truthful and I must say I’m struck by your honesty.”

Your heart nearly stopped. 

You fucked this up, bad.

“Father, I-”

“No need for any apologies. I’m glad you were so honest.” 

“You…you are?”

“Lying is a sin, so yes. But it relieves me of my own prurient conscience so that I may indulge in you free of guilt.” 

You weren’t paying attention to the movement of his body due to being so focused on his words, but when his words were punctuated with the rolling of his rosary-clad finger across your cloth-covered center, you were made very aware. Your cunt clenched around nothing and your body lurched forward unintentionally writhing over his hand. Your breath came out in shutters and your eyes, now hooded with lust, gazed into his own in a frenzy. 

His fingers kept gently teasing your bud through your panties and you couldn’t help the compulsion to ride in tandem with his movements. The beads of the rosary gifted you an unknown kind of pleasure that you knew would afflict your mind for the rest of time. It was a feeling that was near indescribable but the pleasure was too good to deny. You rested your head on his forehead, gripping onto his shoulders for some type of leverage. You bit the corner of your lip in an effort to silence yourself, but your ragged breathing was near that of an incensed bull. 

“If you did a better job of controlling yourself yesterday, I may have been fooled by your sheepish nature, but you just couldn’t quell this desire on your own, could you? You went home to seek some satisfaction but you found none, so you came here to plague me instead. Praying that I’d fix this ache within you. Am I right y/n?”

You went to respond but Father Paul’s finger slipped past the barrier of your underwear, leaving you to feel your arousal be spread across your puffy petals. A moan escaped your throat and the way it echoed off the confessional walls into the church made you shrink into his body. A pathetic attempt to hide from your lechery. Father Paul hummed, urging you to speak as he sank two fingers into your honeyed garden. Catching your breath, you found your words. 

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Father~”

You brought your head up to look at him again, too dazed to even feel like this was real. As his fingers continued to roll themselves against your sweet spot, your breath quickened as your mouth stayed ajar looking for the courage somewhere in yourself to slot your lips against his. As he rolled his finger over your swollen bud, your body decided for you. Your lips danced in a sweat and lust-filled hysteria leaving your brain foggy with desire. You rolled your hips into his hand needing more of him and your sounds slowly increased in volume as you felt a bead of the rosary slide across your center. The feeling of the beads slightly grazing your sensitive lips brought you faster to the precipice of elation than you expected and you pathetically whined for your release. 

“I’m, I’m close, Father.” 

You expected him to speed up his ministrations, but instead, he removed his slick-ridden fingers from your garden and brought them up to his lips. As if his hand was dripping in myrrh, he sucked you off of his fingers and paused before he spoke. Ghosting his fingers across his lips, his tongue hesitantly licked the tips of them as he dragged his hand away from his face.

“If you’re going to be brought to rapture by my hand it will be done when all of me is inside of you.” 

Father Paul motioned you to stand up and you staggered out of the confessional with him not far behind. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the center of the church pews up to the altar. Ripping the white cloth off the altar, Father Paul held his hand out before sitting you down on the altar. He caressed his hands down the curves of your body before toying with the waistband of your skirt. Looking down at you, you saw the fervor swimming in his irises. 

“My sweet lamb, is this alright?”

You nodded and he slotted himself in between your legs feeling his bulge at your center. Depraved and corpulent lust washed over your body and your fingers fumbled with his belt, unfastening it with haste. You looked up at him and his face was closer than you expected, the heat radiating off of your bodies leaving a mist of humidity between you. You palmed him through his jeans and an inviscerated moan crawled out of his throat. The sound urged your body to move faster, the need to have him inside of you becoming near unbearable. 

He kissed you again, insatiable ardor all that you could taste. The feeling trickled down your body leaving goosebumps across your soft skin and a river seeping through the fabric of your panties that slowly painted the apex of your thighs. He tapped your thighs and you took it as a sign to lift your hips. In a swift motion, your skirt and underwear were left in a pool by the altar. Father Paul removed himself from his sweater, throwing it in the pile of sacrilegious cloths that served as a visual reminder of the desacralization that was about to take place. He left his button-up to cling to his chest and he moved his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, leaving him with his fervid cock on full display. 

You kicked your boots off your feet, the thud echoing a little bit louder than you intended. With your feet now free from their confines, you wrapped your legs around Father Paul’s legs, bringing him as close as possible. Your hand slithered between your bodies and varnished the tip of his cock in your amatory nectar. Your moans harmonized in synchrony and you gazed into his lust-blown eyes seeing nothing but black and you were sure yours were the same. He asked silently one last time for consent and you nodded slightly before he entered you. 

The stretch of his cock was something you felt only one could dream about. It filled you perfectly and you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your head dipped back in zeal, relishing in the feeling that was rushing in waves over your form. When your head tipped back up, your eyes met the enlarged crucifix that hung in the center of the back wall. For a reason unknown to you, locking eyes with Jesus as you desecrated His holy house made a pang of carnal hedonism tangle in your sexual daze. 

Your hands webbed themselves in Father Paul’s hair gripping at his strands and pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling his breath heat up your skin. You felt his mouth open and drag itself across the side of your neck. A slight chill graced the parts where his spit marked his territory. You felt his breathing get heavier and all of a sudden you felt his cock slip out of you and he picked you up from the altar, turning you around and kicking your feet into a perfect V shape. He bent your body over the altar and slowly pushed himself back into you, the new angle making you cry out in complete perverted passion. 

His thrusts were deep and pointed making sure that you felt every inch of him drag in and out of your seraphic labyrinth. Just when you felt that the feeling couldn't get any more intense, his hand entangled itself into your hair and pulled your body up, flesh against his chest. His thrusts became rougher and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. 

“Feel good, my dove?” 

You were fucking yourself back onto him, any coherent thought on the brink of leaving you amidst your ardent pleasure. 

“S-so…so good, Father. Shit.”

You were running out of air, your body paying more attention to the dam that was about to burst within you. 

“Better than your hand?”

“Uh-huh”

Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and were hooded as you looked back at him. He gingerly guided your body back down to the altar and removed his hand from your hair, slowly tracing his hand down your back. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and the feeling had you crying out as his tip kissed your cervix. You felt his body lean over yours as he moved your hair away from your neck. His breath was sticking to your neck before a whisper ghosted over your ear.

“I’m sorry, but trust me right now.” 

He licked from the base of your neck and then you felt him pierce your skin with his teeth. In your licentious stupor, you just moaned out at the contact not fully registering that his teeth were sinking into your flesh or the fact that footsteps were echoing through the church. 

“Father, you weren’t in your rectory so I assumed this would be second best to find you-oh…” 

Bev.

Her grating voice almost brought you out of your daze, but Father Paul resorted to slow, deep thrusts as he kept he kept sucking your neck. When he lifted his face from your neck you felt a warm liquid trickle down your skin and pool towards your collarbone before landing on the altar. You lifted your head, your body weak and wracked with pleasure. You could barely make eye contact with her as your eyes were so hooded but you heard her voice resonate through the building once more. 

“Haresis Dea.”

Your head dropped unable to focus on her and your body rolled back into Father Paul’s, needing more of him as your orgasm was slowly fading back into your body. As you moved against him, his hips slowly began to thrust back into your sloppy cunt as Bev waited for some semblance of an explanation. 

“God has chosen her. He has chosen to consecrate this union, this nocturnal metamorphosis with lascivious intent because she is the last piece. God has willed it this way and has chosen her.” 

Father Paul bent down to lap at your neck again and his hips regained their momentum. You pushed yourself up from the altar and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck lapping at the blood that was dribbling down his chin.

“Very well.” 

And you heard Bev’s footsteps walk out of the church, the main doors closing behind her. Father Paul picked you up again, turning your body back around to face him. There was a certain ferality that wasn’t in his features before that had you clenching around his cock. With the doors shut, you both let your moans reign loose, a salacious cacophony filling the air. Your eyes scaled up the wall again and you came face to face with Jesus as a pool of heated arousal settled in your lower stomach begging to be set free. Your head knocked back in avidity and you didn’t see him slice a small cut in his wrist. 

When his thumb found your enflamed bud, you brought your head forward and he placed his bleeding wrist against your lips. As a wave of sexual delirium washed over you, your mouth hung open and he urged you to suck on his wrist. The metallic taste flooded over your tongue as your orgasm heightened your senses. Father Paul kept fucking you through your high until he reached his own, his cock painting your labyrinth a warm alabaster. He pulled his wrist away from you as you both were trying to calm down your breathing. 

Both of your mouths now covered in a drying garnet hue, you found yourself pressing your lips against his once again, unable to satisfy this ache completely. He chuckled as you both pulled away. 

“Easy, my dove.” 

You nodded, placing your hands flat against his chest. 

“Let’s get you dressed and then walk to the rectory, hmm?” 

Licking your bottom lip and locking it behind your teeth, you nodded as you slowly made the return back to your body.  

© yeonjuns-beanie

[bree-cheesy]

Forever and Always

Jschlatt x Ped Nurse fem!reader

I hope you guys like this! I'm actually kind of proud of it and really hope you guys are proud of it too!

Warnings: child cancer patient death, this is def angsty, hospitals?, some kissing at the end (no smut, sorry).

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Being the roommate of a very popular youtuber and streamer- when you’re not famous yourself at all- is a lot of pressure. You don’t like to be in his streams or videos, so whenever he’s filming or streaming, you have to lock yourself in your room till he’s done. You two had been friends and roommates since he moved to Austin. You both moved around a lot, but you didn’t really mind it because you weren’t alone doing it. Jay kind of felt like your rock in ways. Something that always pretty much stayed the same. Aside from the occasional haircut or different hoodie.

Yes, you had a little crush on him. Couldn’t really help it because he always had cute nicknames for you, always super touchy. Not to mention he was the only guy who actually ever listened to you.

Your job was pretty demanding. You were a pediatric nurse. Your whole job revolved around kids. Being around kids that much, you obviously start to feel like an older sister to them. Doing everything in your power to make sure they’re comfortable and not scared. Especially for the ones in critical care, or the ones with life risking illnesses. But, getting attached is dangerous. When the ones who are on end of life care eventually reach the end of their life, you’re just broken for days. Blaming yourself for not doing anything more for them, even though you know you did everything in your power for them. They never passed away sad, always surrounded by loved ones and the team helping them.

Today was different, though. You had a patient. A 7 year old girl with stage 4 lung cancer. She was an orphan. No family and was thrown into the hospital by her foster family and just left behind. She had been under the hospital’s care for 5 months and you formed a strong bond with her. She felt like a little sister to you. She was doing so good. She was getting better. Then, close to the end of your shift, her heart monitor went flat while a doctor was in there talking to her. It was like your whole world stopped. The cancer grew so much in what felt overnight, blocking her lungs, not letting any oxygen get in. There was no saving her. She was really gone.

When you finally got to your car after staying 2 hours overshift, helping everyone with the little girl, you completely broke down. You stayed pretty good at being neutral in the hospital, but it was just too much. How hadn’t any of you seen her cancer growing? I failed. I failed her. You almost couldn’t drive home, stopping a few times just to try and collect yourself. Pulling up to the house, you saw a car parked in front of the house. Shit. You totally forgot. Jay got home from being away in Japan today. You were so excited all day because you missed him so bad. Now look at you. A total mess. He had a super long day of travel and now he’s gonna have to deal with you being a blubbering snotty mess.

Pressing your forehead against the steering wheel, you sighed, trying to gather your emotions. When you looked up you saw him. Standing on the porch, holding the black and orange cats, smiling like a dork in that stupid Seaworld hoodie and basketball shorts. That would usually be enough to brighten your mood and make you laugh, but tonight it just made it all worse. You let out a sob and pressed your hands against your face, leaning your head back against the headrest. Jay frowned and quickly let the cats back inside, rushing over to your car and opening the door.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, his body acting like a huge cocoon of warmth and comfort for you. Sobbing into his chest- dirtying his hoodie with your tears- he rubbed your back and held you close, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “What’s going on, hun?” His voice was soft and concerned in your ear, making you break down even harder. He gently picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the house, sitting down with you in his lap on the couch. “Gotta talk to me, sweets. Can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“She's gone.” Your voice was scratchy and quiet. Schlatt’s heart broke seeing you like this. He didn’t know how to help you. His baby was sad, the little voice in his head whispered. Who was she? He was trying to remember if you mention anyone in recent history being close to death.

“Who’s gone?” He kept his voice gentle and rocked you in his lap a little.

“Remember the little girl who had cancer? The orphan?” He nodded- his heart sinking- and you sniffled, wiping the tears away. “H-Her cancer grew… blocked the oxygen from getting to her lungs.” You let out another heart wrenching sob and he held you closer, gently kissing your forehead. “I couldn’t help her, Jay…. I didn’t even see her cancer was growing! I failed her… I wasn’t with her when she died. I promised her I would be there with her!”

He shook his head and forced your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Babe, you did everything you could to help her. You had no control over what happened. She was sick, baby…. You did more for that little girl than anyone probably ever had before in her life.”

Knowing he was right, you nodded and leaned the side of your head against his chest, just trying to focus on his steady heartbeat in your ear. When you eventually stopped crying, you managed to get up to take a shower and get in pajamas. Luckily you had the next two days off. You probably would’ve called out anyway if you didn’t have them off. When you got out of the shower, you saw stuff laid out on your bed. A smile formed on your face. They were little gifts Jay got for you while he was away. He always did that for you when he went on a trip, but this time it just felt so much more substantial. After looking at what they were, you heard him in the kitchen.

A frown formed on your face when your mind started racing. He was always doing things for you. Always comforting you on bad days, always buying you things you’ve shown interest in, face timing you on your breaks at work just to try and make you laugh because he knows how rough your job is. He was always just there. Your heart started racing. This wasn’t just a crush, this was love. You were in love with him.

Gaining all the courage you could possibly muster at that moment, you rushed out of your room and to where he was in the kitchen. He was making food for the both of you. He looked up at you and smiled. “Good shower? Help a little bit? I’m making this chicken thing Ted told me to try-” Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands took a second to land on your hips, but when they did, he pulled you close and kissed you back, letting out a soft grunt. Fuck. It was so much better than you ever imagined. His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry chapstick, his facial hair lightly scratched at your cheeks in the best way possible, his hands roamed the length of your back, keeping you pressed up close against him.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide with shock, lips parted and tongue nervously running across his bottom lip. “I love you.” The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw a deep red spread across his cheeks and nose, a smile forming on his lips. “Damnit Jonathan, say something!” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to, but it got the message across because his lips landed on yours again, sucking out the last bit of anxiety left in your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds and pressed his forehead against yours, lightly rubbing his nose against yours, smiling wide. You giggled and he started peppering your face with soft kisses, making you blush a bright scarlett. “God, I love you too, toots.” His voice was laced with amusement and just pure adoration. He couldn’t even believe what was happening. You in his arms, your lips on his. It was everything he imagined and more.

He vowed to you that he’d treat you like the princess you are, promising to never cause you pain or heartache. Because why would he do anything less. You were his girl now. He wasn’t just gonna let it go. He was forever and always yours, and you were his.

-- Bree <3

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Someone give me ideas of what to write with him or Ted 😭 I don’t have anymore ideas

[benwvatt]

wip wednesday!

it's thursday. whatever. i'm late to the party :)

tagged by the amazing @fullsunsets @thesleepyskipper and @nostradamus0

Enjoy a snippet of my upcoming Firstprince RBB fic! (Shhhhh if you've heard me languishing about my lack of writing motivation, no you didn't.) And also a kataang fic snippet below from 'friends have a baby' AU, which I am obsessed with.

tagging @chocomd @itsmoonpeaches @kaalee @priincebutt @elizabethmb

@crime-wives @beachy--head @tailsbeth-writes @binkitten @gordopickett

@likehercules and anyone else who may want to join in!

And there was something special about late-night conversations, Alex knew; June began spending fewer nights in the room down the hall and more at the Moontower, and she’d grown closer to Nora over dollops of strawberry cream cheese and sips from oversized lattes. There was something about that ‘you had to be there’-ness that Alex both enjoyed and went mad over. He was glad for her, he truly was. He just missed his sister. And, uh, a few months after the semester’d begun, June’s status as Alex’s last straight friend… ended. Alex didn’t know that many queer people. He supposed it was only natural that they’d stick together and they got along with him, with his geekiness, with his fury, with his propensity to hold protests at SeaWorld and lob rotten eggs at the doors of Greg Abbott’s house. And, besides, Alex just didn’t know many people, period. Not in a way that made them count as friends. When he met someone who got along with him well, it never turned out quite as well as Alex hoped. Unintentionally, frustratingly, he made connections, not friends, not people to lean on like Nora and like June.

aaaaaaand friends have a baby AU. I am obsessed with Kataang.

(For a bit of context, Katara is 30 here, Aang is 28, they are best friends turned friends-with-benefits turned friends again, and they've decided to have a baby even though they're not dating here.)

Aang cradles her in a hug and, after his nerves have hesitated across her skin and felt her reciprocate, he kisses her cheek. Then the space between her eyebrows, which makes her laugh because he smoothes broad thumbs over the thick hair there 一 “you’re so pretty,” Aang says, not for the first time, and she laughs. She already knows she is, but there’s no way he’s being serious. Where’s the goofy kid who played pranks by the minute, who thought of puns before she could even finish her sentences? How did they get here? Aang grins. “You are pretty. I like you.” “Okay,” Katara mutters, fixed on the movement of his lower lip (nope, nope, she’s absolutely not thinking about how good he is with his mouth, how she found out when they were younger and has been not-so-innocently wondering if, since then, he’s been wanting her too 一 no! That was harebrained, foolish.) She leans in.

[leoparduscolocola]

honestly i really dislike waterworks with orcas and if orca captivity has to make a comeback (as we’re seeing in china) i very much hope they don’t try to do waterworks with them. maybe there’s something im missing but to me it just seems needlessly dangerous and invasive of the animal’s space. captive environments should try to replicate natural social groups and behaviors amongst all animals as much as possible, and climbing into the water with an orca and jumping off their rostrum doesn’t really align with that philosophy. plus it sends a completely wrong message to guests who visit- basically that orcas are “sea puppies uwu” and not wild animals that we should respect for who they actually are, not just who we’d like them to be. even if waterwork is presented in feel-good terms like “a true loving bond between human and animal”, some people are gonna inevitably see it as either condoning human domination of animals or as proof that wild animals are safe to approach, both of which have negative repercussions for wild orcas. I find it hard to believe that a nondomesticated animal enjoys having a human being stand on their back or cling onto their melon while they spin around- keepers and their animals form close relationships that are beneficial and can involve affection, but IMO an animal doing something that’s clearly not in their normal behavioral repertoire isn’t proof that they “enjoy” it; it’s simply proof that their training has worked. im not saying that they abuse the orcas to train them for waterwork; that’s never been proven and would actually be counterproductive by increasing aggression. Rather, I’m saying that the positive reinforcement they receive from doing waterwork is probably more meaningful and enjoyable for them than the actual waterwork. i get that it can keep them mentally engaged, but normal behaviors zoo animals are trained for, like presenting parts of their body for examination, shifting between areas of their habitat, etc. are both mentally engaging and safe for everyone. the normal show behaviors without waterworks are engaging too without being dangerous. i haven’t worked with orcas so take this with a grain of salt, i could be wrong. I just can’t help but watch old videos of orca waterwork at SeaWorld and feel a very similar way as I would watching a video of Siegfried and Roy climbing all over their poor lions and tigers while claiming they loved them.

[nico-di-genova]

Thanks for tagging me @flyingcakeee!

Do you make your bed? When I’m not in a rush, yes, but usually I am in fact rushing.

Favorite number? 16 :)

What’s your job? I work in marketing

If you could go back to school, would you? Yes. I miss the structure of university so much. I also miss the freedom, and I feel like I never really appreciated it at the time because I was so focused on my own problems/insecurities, but it’s really the last time I felt like I could do whatever I wanted and wasn’t confined to a set path.

Can you parallel park? Nope

Do you think aliens are real? Yes, I think it’s statistically improbable that we are the only planet with intelligent life.

Can you drive a manual car? No, much to my stepdads disappointment

Guilty pleasure? Trash/cheesy television. Not reality tv but shows like teen wolf and gossip girl that are a little silly.

Tattoos? I don’t have any, have considered them but don’t really want to pay the price.

Favorite color? Forest green or a light blue

Favorite type of music? Anything. I really listen to it all. Right now, maybe hyperpop though?

Do you like puzzles? Yes! They’re a good way to pass the time or give me something to do while I’m watching a movie.

Favorite childhood sport? Baseball! I made my all-star team two years in a row and I was the only girl on my team so it was always kind of a flex.

Do you talk to yourself? Yes. I read out loud too, my own writing and whatever book I’m reading.

Tea or coffee? Coffee and matcha

First thing you wanted to be when you grow up? SeaWorld orca trainer, before I was old enough to realize how terribly the orcas were treated :(

What movie do you adore? Treasure planet and the amazing spider-man

Tagging @calebwidgast @cupidskissx and @theemmtropy

[gallopinggold]

I got the opportunity recently to go to a Shawna Karrasch clinic and it was great! Left the clinic feeling more confident and inspired to work with my girls than I have a long time.

For those that haven't heard of Shawna, she's one of the bigger named R+ horse trainers. Her background pre equine was as a SeaWorld trainer, so it's pretty interesting how her utilization of R+ is different compared to the typical "traditional R- horse person to R+" pipeline trainers, since aquatic mammal training is was R+ based from the jump.

I do not have a trailer, so I didn't get the chance to work hands on with Mary there, but it was still well worth auditing. It was two day clinic, with the morning of day 1 being a lecture portion by Shawna, and then an afternoon establishing session where Jessie (Shawna's business partner) worked with the participants in the arena. Day two had two sessions, a morning and afternoon, so all the participants got 3 total times to work with their horses. I'm not sure if this is how the clinic typically runs or if it's just because Shawna currently has an injury, but during the active sessions, Shawna sat among the auditors and Jessie was the one physically working the horses. If it's not the typical format, I hope they keep it, because I got a lot out of Shawna essentially narrating what was happening. You could see Jessie working, but often times couldn't hear what she was saying or was (reasonably) focusing on the horse, and it was nice to have Shawna explain the subtilties that would have been easy to miss, and actively answer questions as it progressed. I'm not sure if that's typical for any type of clinic, but it made it an engaging discussion where you felt like you were actively participating in the clinic, instead of a passive just watching experience.

The one downside I ran into was the luck of the draw with the participants. It was open to people of all skill levels, so it was mix of people who had never touched a clicker before in their lives, to people who had started their horses with R+ under saddle already. Probably 25% of the participants would be categorized as advanced, 25% intermediate, and 50% beginner (I would confidently call myself an intermediate after seeing where I was at this weekend). You can still learn from watching beginner lessons, even if you're more advanced than that, but by the 3rd session of watching the same couple ladies miss where to mark the behaviors again and again, the usefulness had been long since saturated lol.

Other participants were more informative to watch, the afternoon session on the second day was under saddle, which was cool. Lots of different scenarios played out, which meant there were quite the variety of exercises for me to file away for later.

Couple of my biggest takeaways: I was surprised at how quick they were able to up the criteria without frustrating the horse. I had previously thought of it as very black and white, that you needed to have a behavior down with lots repetition before even thinking of moving onto the next thing. They were able to progress without having to repeat things ad nauseum because they did micro baby steps that the horse was able to answer quickly and correctly and it increased the horse's confidence, so that then they could jump to bigger step and the horse would actively try to problem solve. I guess I never really realized how reinforcing the exercises themself could be to the horse, and how quickly they were able to get that conditioned. They did all the ground work parts of the clinic at liberty and on grass, and 90% of the horses still wanted to actively participate for regular hay pellets. It isn't just the food that's driving the behavior. You don't have to use food for every single thing for the rest of the horses life, once you've gotten the classical conditioning firmly established. It became a game for the horse, as long as it was established without fear and the horse felt safe. Safety and choice are so critical for that, and it explains why traditional R- (which usually doesn't allow for choice) is not the most impactful approach for modifying behavior long term.

Anyways, lots to chew on from this experience. I've already started applying some of the information I've learned and am noticing progress with the girls already! If Shawna is coming to you're area anytime soon, would definitely recommend checking her out. It was well worth the price for the information, as well as the networking opportunity to make connections with like-minded horsewomen, especially since R+ is still so fringe in the horse world.

[buscharterblog]

Orlando, Florida is the Perfect Vacation Destination for Everyone

March 3, 2023

While Orlando, Florida is known as the world's theme park capital, it is far from a one-trick pony. This location receives approximately 233 days of sunshine per year. It is the most visited city in the United States for reasons other than roller coasters and thrilling theme park experiences. That's because it has something for everyone, young and old, adventurous and laid-back, nature and big city.

Come to Orlando, Florida, and you'll discover even more reasons why it's the ideal vacation destination!

Additional Attractions Away from Theme Parks You do want to visit Disney and Universal, after all. But keep an eye out for additional hidden jewels in Orlando's attraction scene. There is Gatorland, where you can get up close and personal with enormous gators and other animals, and ICON Park, which is home to the renowned Wheel, formerly known as the Orlando Eye. The rides and activities of Congo River Golf and Fun Spot America have a nostalgic boardwalk ambiance. And that's just the shortlist!

There's Always Something New Happening Theme parks often introduce brand-new activities, entertainment, and dining options for visitors to enjoy. It's the reason why locals eagerly anticipate stopping by on a day off and why visitors return year after year. New roller coasters are opening at Sea World and Universal Studios (Jurassic World VelociCoaster at Universal and Ice Breaker at SeaWorld). Remy's Ratatouille Adventure at Disney World lets you shrink to Remy's size in Gusteau's kitchen for a more kid-friendly new experience.

It Has a Unique Kind of Nature Florida has a distinctive ecology and is one of the most beautiful states. Even if you are unable to travel all the way to the south to view the Everglades, Orlando has an incredible selection of breathtaking natural sights that you shouldn't miss. When you're surrounded by theme parks, it can be difficult to remember that Florida was once home to the Timucuan Indians. There are locations like Wekiwa Springs State Park where you may swim in crystal-clear water that is always 72 degrees.

Want to observe the wild side of nature? Don't forget to take an airboat ride. It is the quickest method to go across Florida's swampy, natural scenery in order to view alligators, turtles, snakes, a variety of magnificent birds, and other elements that contribute to the state's uniqueness. You can go sightseeing on a leisurely boat ride with one of the tour companies and enjoy anything from gawking at the opulent real estate to a more natural setting.

You'll Satisfy All Your Wants Don't allow missing Epcot's Food and Wine Festival deter you from experiencing international cuisine in Orlando. You can find meals from different cultures right on International Drive, which is close to the theme parks. Here, you can eat anything you want, from Greek to Ethiopian cuisine, as well as simple family favorites and elegant fine dining. Orlando is undoubtedly a gourmet city!

Give In to Your Cultural Side Orlando is a great destination if you enjoy live music, Broadway plays, symphonies, ballets, and other performing arts. You can immerse yourself in culture in a variety of ways at Dr. Phippip's Center for the Performing Arts. There are several of museums as well, including the Orlando Museum of Art and Ripley's Believe It Or Not. You'll find so many fascinating new things there that you'll never get bored.

Get In The Game Sports are available in Orlando as well as the excellent arts and culture that Orlando has to offer. Catch an Orlando Magic basketball game, an Orlando City or Orlando Pride soccer match, or even a hockey game with the Orlando Solar Bears. Over 170 golf courses and the USTA national training site for tennis are available for anyone who would rather participate in the activity than only watch it.

Recharge Your Spirit Most people are unaware that Orlando is one of the best places to live an active lifestyle. Look beyond the theme parks for ways to recharge your mind, body, and soul, such as paddleboarding in nature, walking trails in the city at Lake Eola Park, biking the West Orange Trail, and luxury spa treatments at top resorts.

Dance and Groove to the Music of the Night Whether you want to go club hopping and dancing until dawn or prefer a more intimate evening in a cozy wine bar, Orlando has your nightlife needs covered. Splitsville, a luxury bowling alley, is available at family-friendly locations such as Disney Springs. On International, ICEBAR is a great place to grab a drink and escape the notorious Florida heat. Furthermore, there are numerous additional options all around International Drive, the Mills 50 District, CityWalk at Universal, and Disney Springs, making it simple to find nightlife near your Orlando hotel.

Excellent Value Orlando truly satisfies all of your senses, with so much to see, do, taste, and feel. Whether you're traveling alone or with the entire family, from kids to grandkids, it's easier than ever to plan an epic vacation here. The best part is that package pricing from hotels, theme parks, area attractions, and restaurants offers excellent value. There are also free activities such as visiting nature parks and outdoor markets, walking around Lake Eola, and even visiting Disney Springs, which has free parking.

When you visit Orlando, you will have so much to do that you will have to return the following time you visit. Or, even better, stay even longer.

Posted by https://www.eastcoastlimo.miami/miami-bus-charter-to-orlando

[travelworldwithtravelarii]

Best Vacation Spots in Florida for Families: My Personal Picks for Unforgettable Family Fun

When it comes to family vacations, Florida never disappoints. Over the years, I’ve discovered some of the best vacation spots in Florida for families that cater to all ages. From the excitement of theme parks to serene beachside retreats, Florida offers a little something for everyone. Let me share with you some of my favorite destinations that have provided countless memories for me and my family.

1. Orlando: The Ultimate Theme Park Adventure

Orlando is often the first destination that comes to mind for families, and for good reason. This city is home to world-renowned theme parks like Walt Disney World, Universal Studios, and SeaWorld. My family and I have spent countless hours navigating the magical world of Disney, screaming on roller coasters, and meeting our favorite characters. The variety of attractions ensures that both young children and thrill-seeking teens have a blast.

Pro Tip: If you're planning to visit multiple parks, consider getting a park-hopper pass. It saves money and allows you to experience more of the magic.

2. Tampa Bay: A Mix of Fun and Education

Tampa Bay is another must-visit spot for families. The Busch Gardens theme park combines thrilling rides with up-close animal encounters, making it a hit with both kids and adults. For a more educational experience, we always make time for the Florida Aquarium and the Tampa Museum of Science and Industry (MOSI).

Why It’s Great for Families: Tampa Bay strikes a perfect balance between excitement and learning, offering activities that both entertain and educate the kids.

3. Clearwater Beach: Relaxation by the Gulf

If your family is craving a more laid-back vibe, Clearwater Beach is the place to be. With its sugar-white sand and calm, warm waters, this is one of Florida’s best beach destinations. We love building sandcastles, soaking up the sun, and taking boat tours to spot dolphins. And if you’re lucky, you might even catch the stunning sunset celebrations at Pier 60.

Family-Friendly Tip: Stay in one of the beachfront hotels that offer kid-friendly amenities like pools and playgrounds, so the fun never stops, even off the beach.

4. Everglades National Park: Adventure in the Wild

For families who love the outdoors, the Everglades National Park offers an unforgettable experience. My kids were thrilled to ride on an airboat through the swamps, spotting alligators and other wildlife. The park offers ranger-led programs, which are both informative and engaging for the whole family.

Must-Do Activity: Don’t miss the Shark Valley Tram Tour for an up-close look at the unique ecosystem of the Everglades. It’s an adventure that’s educational and fun at the same time.

5. The Florida Keys: Island Escape

When you think of family vacations in Florida, don’t forget about the Florida Keys. This string of islands offers plenty of activities, from snorkeling in John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park to visiting the Turtle Hospital in Marathon. My family always enjoys the laid-back island atmosphere, and the kids love the chance to spot sea turtles and colorful fish.

Top Pick: If you’re visiting Key West, take a day trip to Dry Tortugas National Park. The ferry ride and snorkeling adventures make it a day to remember.

6. St. Augustine: A Step Back in Time

St. Augustine, the oldest city in the U.S., offers a mix of history and fun. My kids loved exploring the Castillo de San Marcos, a historic fort with cannon demonstrations and reenactments. The St. Augustine Alligator Farm and the Pirate & Treasure Museum were also big hits with the whole family.

Why It’s Special: St. Augustine combines historical exploration with fun activities, making it a great choice for families who want a vacation with a bit of learning.

7. Destin: The Emerald Coast Gem

Nestled along the Gulf of Mexico, Destin is known for its emerald-green waters and powdery white sand beaches. My family and I love spending our days at Henderson Beach State Park, where we can swim, picnic, and hike nature trails. The Gulfarium Marine Adventure Park in nearby Fort Walton Beach is also a favorite, offering dolphin shows and interactive exhibits.

What We Loved: Destin’s family-friendly vibe and variety of water sports keep everyone entertained. Plus, the sunsets here are some of the best we’ve ever seen!

8. Fort Lauderdale: A Blend of Beach and Culture

Fort Lauderdale offers both beautiful beaches and a vibrant cultural scene. We often start our mornings at the beach, then head to the Museum of Discovery and Science in the afternoon. The Riverwalk Arts & Entertainment District is also a great place to explore with kids, offering a mix of museums, galleries, and parks.

Best Family Moment: Taking a water taxi along the canals gave us a unique perspective of the city, and the kids loved pretending we were on a boat tour through Venice.

Conclusion

From theme parks to national parks, Florida has something for every family. Whether you’re looking for excitement, education, or relaxation, these best vacation spots in Florida for families offer unforgettable experiences that will keep everyone smiling. Each of these destinations has given my family a wealth of memories, and I’m sure they’ll do the same for yours. So, pack your bags and get ready for a family adventure in the Sunshine State!

[moonlightperseus]

I'm going to do my best to answer that SeaWorld question without infodumping lmao, but essentially I was talking to a friend and I said "I have always believed if I went to SeaWorld I'd get banned" and she said "now I need to know you have to go" but I was like have you considered I refuse to give them money? So she told me to break in and I said mmm but the last guy who broke in was found dead, naked and missing body parts? So really I had to do some research to find out if I would end up like Jessie in Free Willy or Craig (the name she bestowed to the dead naked guy- his real name was never disclosed). 

It's honestly pretty impressive that I was such a girly girl, given that I had three older brothers and a tomboy sister. My brother's loved superheroes, and the animated shows (at least the original Teen Titans) and I just refused.

I loved the Avengers (2012) i like made it my whole personality. I WAS younger but like embarrassingly so, and that lead me to seeing most of the Marvel movies in a certain time span. Like I haven't properly seen any of the pre-movies like iron man or the first captain america (but God did I try for Peggy) but I watched the second captain america, the thors, I think pretty Faithfully up to Endgame and now the only marvel movie I even a little bit want to see is The Marvel's. (I DID really enjoy Captain Marvel though I will say that) 

Marvel comics I read ? Black Widow, I HAVE read some captain Marvel, spider woman, and a big like Avengers AU that my teacher lent me. I don't remember what it was called but it was pretty good, part of the plot is that like, Thor claims he's a god but Loki claims he's clinically insane so they all trust Loki (and you trust Loki) until y'know he's actually the bad guy and Thor was Thor all along. It's some darker stuff but it was good.

I will just go into Dollarama and flick open justice league comics to see if they have my favorite blonde in them and if they do I'll buy it. That's like my only rule. My collection is a mess (two Batgirl beyond Burnside, and two injustice: gods among us year 4 volume 2, but one in hard cover and one in soft cover (this was accidental and NOT a sign of my absolute devotion)) I barely even have full runs for most of the comics I read, like Batwoman Rebirth (and absolute favorite of mine) I have volumes one and four. But admittedly I use Issue and Volume pretty interchangeably (though I know the difference) and have very few random issues, however, secret me lore is my older sister briefly owned a comic book store and I think I should've taken more advantage of the cheap random comic collection they had for sale. 

And that is annoying!! Especially with Bat-stories. I LOVE a good throwback (like in the gail Simone birds run when Dinah got kidnapped so it has a bunch of references to the longbow hunters comic and even Babs knowing she couldn't go through that again) but it's annoying with the bats because they're so prominent and big so it's just like "remember in issue 1045 of detective comics?" But not only is that over a thousand issues of something half of them are also impossible to find because it's so numerous that at least pirating sites really only include the most recent couple hundred and that doesn't help if you're reading older comics. 

plus there's SO much Kate Content I can't get because of the way detective comics are. 

​​​​​​I do absolutely love the BOP movie too!! It's honestly kind of annoying because I got it for Christmas- but on exclusively Blu-ray. I have a dvd player, a portable dvd player, AND a laptop with a disc drive and NONE OF THEM can play it. 

I don't have a lot of issues when people don't like something I like. I have very few opinions so I am pretty consistently just chilling to some extent. But I get what you mean, granted I think fitting or not a tractor would've been very funny and they should remake the movie just to do that. 

I don't have like real attachments, I watched one Superman movie when I was little and didn't even like superheroes yet, I've never liked the batman movies. It just really is the consistency? Like look, I don't like Marvel movies anymore, and they've got a lot of problems ethically, but one thing you can say is that they built a universe. DC just starts building one and then throws it to the ground like a toddler mid tantrum. It's SO frustrating even knowing that I probably wouldn't watch most movies anyway. 

I watched both wonderomans, I really liked the first one but haven't really been able to get through it a second time and I don't think I liked the second one that much. Everything else? Was kind of mid I think? That I watched. Like Shazam and Aquaman were all fine but nothing to write home about. Bop I also was a huge fan of. And while I wasn't excited for the Batgirl movie I probably would've watched it (which like genuinely does say something- I barely watch movies) 

I'm not the biggest fan of the Arrowverse shows, I know you are but. I LIKED Supergirl but I never finished it (I'm also had at watching TV) bit if there's one I'd try again it's that one. I also got through most of the Flash and it was enjoyable but I don't think I'd try again. I liked legends? But I didn't get very far because my streaming service short circuited and I don't think I could do it again. Then I watched the first season of Batwoman, I was PUMPED, but once ruby rose left, and Kate left, I was devastated. They were leading up to safiyah!! A KATE plot from the Comics!! I was so excited!! And then the character I was watching it for was gone so I just refused to ever watch it again.  And I have never been able to get through Arrow. I honestly can't get past Laurel or any of that. I hold the green arrow comics way too close to my heart for it to be wrong. But ofc that's just my opinion. 

I have one, and I live in like rural Canada so I feel like that's a good sign. (admittedly though it's an hour away from me and more like pokemon cards at this point. I am physically scared of the store and feel like a fraud when I'm there) it would he nice for you!! I hope you do. 

If I do I will keep that in mind thank you. It really is so exhausting and it's so funny because like? I like them?? Why is it hard?? But it is. Plus sometimes I feel bad because I'll talk to much. Like an example is the BoP run, the new one the ONE issue. I don't/ didn't really have any comic friends so I just like posted a screenshot of the cover on my close friends Instragram story and was like "I will NOT shut up about this" and then I read it and genuinely did not shut up and just kept posting stuff when originally I'd been joking and I just feel? So bad. Like logically I know none of them stopped to read it they were just flicking through but I'm still like guys im sorry you didn't want that I'm sorry I got excited 

I just bought like a very large Funko Bombshells Harley pin that sits by my comics!! Actually!! It was from the dollarstore or I wouldn't have, and honestly I'm not a big Funko fan so it was really just because I also love the bombshells design, but she's cute!! And I have a bombshells Ivy felt banner my sister bought me years ago. So I agree designs good.

And that's completely fair!! Sometimes I daydream about dressing up as like black canary for a con. But I don't think I have the confidence. I think cosplaying sounds really fun just in general. (and honestly good on you for the blonde wig I just used my 'natural' hair which was: blue)

Oh!! I LIKE year Zero, I do think it's good!! (The only injustice things I haven't read are ground zero and versus masters of the universe) HOWEVER I would say since you don't even know if you'll like it you should just start with Injustice: gods among us year one. It's up to you, that's kind of why I put out the disclaimer that I do also like year Zero. But I would personally recommend skipping it for now (or possibly even entirely, my brother never read it). (I read it last but that's because I read it as it came out). 

to restate, I think the best idea would be just start with the main plot because I think that's your best chance at liking just based on the way I know it got me into comics. I don't know about year Zero. 

No pressure to like Injustice obviously but I hope you do!! 

​​​​​​​Have a good day <3 

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bestie you are literally always welcome to infodump to me !!

also re:the break in at sea world with the mysterious death, I seem to remember buzzfeed unsolved mentioning that case? though i cannot place episode wise or if i’m remembering correctly. but anyways i think you would have a much better chance of survival so long as you don’t climb into any tanks with orcas or any other similarly large aquatic animals known for being unpredictable.

also yeah i def also got into the avengers movie at least a big, though i never watched the others i think prob just didnt have access to the others? bc i watched avengers on netflix? i absolutely devoured agents of shield and then the agent carter show when that came out. tv shows are easier for me to digest tho.

i had to google what a dollarama is and i gotta say i dont think dollar stores in the US typically have comics but it also has been quite a while since ive been in a dollar store tbh. but i did find a few places near me to potentially check out if i ever feel brave enough (and ever have actual time to go check out bc my life is very very busy rn lmao) i need to do more things branching myself out and trying new things its just very scary and i have a very small comfort zone

also, personally, i think when comics do decide to have a storyline thats gonna have multiple parts across several different comic series at the same time they should at least do something where they like, collect all those individual parts and put them all in like one like, book/volume? so you can easily read the story without having to jump to different series

(boy howdy. did i ramble again lol)

also lkajsdf i have a very complicated relationship with being a "fan" of arrowverse. (its a love hate relatioship i have lol) bc like yeah. a lot of it is. not good. and definitely not super comic accurate but its like. arrow is a dumpster fire and horrible green arrow representation however its what led me to my passion for black canary im not gonna lie and like i think honestly what led me to read actual comics (bc while i loved the animated shows i dont think i picked up comics until after i had started in the arrowverse) and like with arrowverse as a whole i think there was a lot of potential to the idea but a lot of poor execution and bad writing. the first two seasons of the flash are still very dear to me i will say but i also never finished it or... actually i dont think i fully finished any arrowverse shows, except for black lightning (did i finish black lightning???) (i dont think naomi counts as arrowverse) legends i stuck with the longest but i stopped when maisie richardson-sellers left the show (i am gay. i am gay.) i watched the last two seasons of arrow but skipped a huge chunk in the middle that i dont ever intend to go back and watch, i picked back up in s7 bc katie cassidy was a series regular again and while not my laurel i did grow very attached to the e2 version of her who i refer to as siren. (i am gay. im gay) i think i mightve picked up and dropped supergirl a few times?? i think i ended up watching up to the final season though. i never got into batwoman really bc i wasnt a fan of the casting for kate personally. (i got very attached to a fancast of monica raymund as kate kane and honestly im still attached to it) but yeah anyways sorry for rambling about arrowverse lmao i dont know how to be normal. all the parts of arrowverse that i love are my version of arrowverse that is good and exists only in my head and maybe in a few actual scenes on television. (i dont know if any of this made sense and i apologize again for rambling, i totally respect people not liking the arrowverse and completely get why... its not good. its not great. but it certainly was a huge part of my life)

literally no pressure to read the bombshells comics but can i just say you DO have a comic friend now its ME and i will happily welcome any comic book rambling in my inbox that you wish to do, encourage it even!

but i really do get that "i genuinely enjoy this thing why is it hard" like god human brains sure have a lot of design flaws i gotta say. like for me i definitely have that issue with reading in general its like i ENJOY reading I LIKE reading however the thought of starting reading? of keeping up with reading? i used to love going through books when i was a kid and now its like. have i finished 1 book over the span of a whole month? audiobooks helped me a little bit getting back into reading and comics at least, for a majority, feel a little shorter (however the longer series do feel a little more daunting)

(here have a hastily made meme i whipped up in like <5 minutes)

i do have a small funko pop collection i will admit but its mostly women from dc and i have a few different bombshells ones (theyre in a box rn but uhh i know i have bombshells! hawkgirl and batwoman and i think i have a mini bombshells wonder woman?

also finally able to look into my comic collection and it turns out i dont have the first volume of bombshells but i have 2-6 lmao.

anyways i will skip the prequel for now of injustice but keep it in mind to go back and read if i enjoy injustice. i meant to start the first issue of injustice but ive been busy back at my parents helping them pack to move and then i had to drive home and today i had to work and just didnt have the brain space but goddammitt i will find the time to start it and soon. i probably shouldnt start it after finishing responding to this bc it is 1:30am now and i do have to be awake in like. 7 & 1/2 hours BUT i did notice that the second issue of the new bop run is out so i may end up reading that in bed before going to sleep. ooh maybe i should. draft this. go read it and then come back with some thoughts before i finally publish this response

(also, sorry again for the delay in response , like i said life has been busy 😭)

okay. 2:30 am now. BUT i read the new issue and ooooh it was good! continues to intrigue me. also i had genuinely never heard of the megalodons that guard themyscira before. that’s wild (and just like that. the conversation circles back to large marine animals) i won’t say any more bc i don’t wanna spoil it if you haven’t read it yet but if you have or if/when you do please feel free to come ramble to me about your thoughts!!

& i hope you have a good day!! 💕💕

[erineverly]

“It’s truly a blessing and a curse,” the brunette playfully teases, even though there’s an ounce of truth to her words. The older Sebastian gets, the more he resembles his father, and so part of her first love is always with her, which can be comforting at certain times, but it can also be heartbreaking and make her feel nostalgic, leave her longing for the life that they once had. “But he’s so easy to love, you know? Even when he’s a little mischievous, even when he rambles and rambles and rambles, or throws a tantrum. I love everything about him, so that makes raising him a lot easier.” When she was younger, she always wanted to understand Sharon’s motives, had a list of questions in her head that she’d been dying to ask the other woman, but now that Sebastian’s around, she feels a sense of resentment growing between her ribs towards Axl’s own mother. He must have been a handful, too, but he also deserved to be loved and it breaks her heart to know that he wasn't. “Oh, for sure,” she giggles, a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice, pale blue eyes watching as the other’s features crease with amusement. She’s missed this, their playful bickering and all the teasing that goes with it. Listening intently as the singer describes his conflicting feelings to her, she finds herself absently chewing on the inside of her lip, nodding along even though she doesn’t truly understand what he’s talking about. She’s never had to choose between two babies, but as a highly empathetic person, she can sympathize with the other. When he plops down on the bed, she walks up to stand in front of him and gently touches his cheek. A soft, sad smile tugging at her lips as she looks into his emerald eyes. What she finds there is enough to make her heart pang for all three of them — for Dylan who’s probably asking where Axl is now right now, for Sebastian who just wants to spend time with his parents, for her ex-husband who’s so visibly torn because no matter what he decides to do, he’ll be breaking a little boy’s heart. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I know how to help you out,” she sighs, sincerity lacing her voice as her thumb gently strokes his cheek. He needs to be comforted and she’s doing just that, not thinking much about how she really shouldn’t be so affectionate towards him, how it’s not right. “You have to make this decision on your own, Axl.” But suddenly her heart is aching for the other little boy, back in Malibu with just his nanny while her son is having the time of his life with both his parents, and so she adds, “If you choose to go, I’ll handle this and I won’t blame you, Axl. I’ll explain it to Sebastian and make it up to him somehow. I got this.” Maybe she should be selfish and put her son’s needs first, but she can’t bring herself to do this. She might not be particularly fond of Stephanie, maybe she’s even a little jealous because she’s everything that Erin has always wanted but will never be, because she gets to sleep in the bed that Erin picked, throw parties in the house that still has Erin’s name on the deed, tend to the flowers that Erin planted, but she really likes Dylan. She’s never got to spend much time with him, but from the little glimpses that she’s caught here and there, she can tell just how much he loves Axl. “And if you want to make a phone call to Beta or Dylan, explain everything, I can give you some privacy,” she offers, her slender fingers tucking strawberry strands behind his ear, smoothing out any tangles. It’s the least she can do in this situation — support whatever decision he makes. “If it was up to me, I’d suggest you go pick Dylan up and bring him here. We could all have a sleepover and tomorrow all four of us would go to SeaWorld, but…” She shakes her head, trailing off because she doesn’t want to say that this option is off the table because Sebastian will feel betrayed, and she can’t put her own child in this position. He’s only four years old, and he’s been dying to have his dad all to himself for ages so she can’t blame him for being a little selfish. 

“Huh?” Taking a step back, dark brows furrowing in confusion as she looks in the direction that the other seems to be focused on, she quickly spots the distinctive half light blue, half dark blue rectangular design on the pack and figures what he’s talking about. “Oh, they’re not mine,” she admits shyly, waving a hand as if to brush his concerns away, failing to notice the hint of sarcasm in his raspy voice. For a reason that she can’t explain, her heart sinks into the pit of her stomach and her mouth goes dry. She didn’t think that he’d notice, let alone ask about Anthony’s belongings, but then again, he’s always been bold and anything but subtle. “Axl.” The audacity of this man. She shoots him a pointed look, a hint of amusement playing behind annoyance as she wonders why he even cares whether she sleeps alone or not. “Why’d you ask me that?” And put them both in an uncomfortable position when he could have simply ignored anything that’s out of place. She folds her arms over her chest in a defensive manner, deciding he doesn’t get to make her feel bad for trying to move on when he’s been playing house with someone else for almost two years now. “Both are equally as disgusting to me.” She shrugs, tilting her head to the side as she watches her ex-husband replace her boyfriend’s cigarettes with his own. She can’t help but think he’s acting a little ridiculous, like a dog peeing on a fire hydrant just to mark it as his. Again, she can’t help but wonder… Why does he care so much? “You won’t meet each other here, don’t worry. He’s leaving for New York tomorrow morning, for some music festival. That Woodstock thing? I don’t know much about it. Apparently, they’re doing it to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the original Woodstock festival? And it’s supposed to last like three days or something.” She knows that Anthony’s still hurt because she straight up refused to go with him the other day. It’s her week with Sebastian, and music festivals aren’t usually child-friendly. “And I kind of canceled our plans for tonight,” because her son was faking a stomachache and she just didn’t have the heart to leave him with a nanny to go hang out with Anthony, so she doubts her boyfriend will just randomly show up at her doorstep, not when he’s annoyed with her. After all, it’s not the first time that she’s had to cancel or postpone a date. “So, I guess sometime next week?” She knows that one day Axl and Anthony will bump into one another, but hopefully not in a setting like this. Maybe in a public place so neither can make a scene. “So many memories attached to this shirt, huh? Gosh, how I hated it and you’d wear it so often. I think you even had it on when we went to the ZOO. Wait, was it the ZOO? Or were we at that carnival thing where you won the huge stuffed elephant for me in some bb gun game? And then that guy painted your face on a T-shirt?” Features lighting up as she thinks back to their younger years, her memory’s a little blurry and she can’t recall if it happened in 1989 or maybe in 1990, but it was definitely before they had Sebastian, but was it also before they got married? Funny how she remembers the stuffed animal that he won for her, the T-shirt that he put on and how upset she was that he’d chosen that particular one, but can’t remember the exact date. 

“Your leggings should be there, too. The ones with roses on them? Oh, wait, they’re probably…” She turns back to her closet, realizing that she’s been wearing these very leggings around the house a lot lately and so they won’t be in the box. They’re sitting on one of the shelves in her closet, folded neatly. She easily spots them and carefully pulls them out from underneath a few pairs of shorts and acid-washed jeans. “Here. Sorry for —” Not just stealing them, but also wearing them, but she turns back around and forgets how to speak. She finds herself inches away from his bare back, gets to watch muscles move beneath his porcelain skin as he pulls his pants down his legs, and nearly gasps. The boxers that he’s wearing compliment not just his round backside, but also his… The front of his body. Her heart does what it always used to do when they were together and practically leaps out of her chest, pounding wildly and stealing her breath away. He looks different now, more muscular and mature, less boyish, but although it’s been a few years since the last time that he was standing in her bedroom with basically nothing on, some things haven’t changed. His mannerism’s still the same, still so familiar. How he steps out of his jeans, how his bangs fall into his eyes when he bends down to pick up his clothes, the dimples at the bottom of his spine, his muscular thighs, his firm backside… Gosh, what is she doing, marveling at someone else’s boyfriend when she should be thinking about her own? But she can’t help it. She wonders if his skin is still just as smooth to touch, his body so warm and strong. He still smells so good, that she can tell even from where she’s standing. Memories of the nights they spent together flashing before her eyes, these hips pressing her up against the kitchen counter, one of his strong thighs between her legs as their mouths found one another in a heated kiss in that hotel room on Valentine’s Day, fingers slipping into her panties on the fluffy rug of that cozy cabin they rented one Christmas in Mammoth Mountain, those long hours she spent just watching his reflection in the mirrors back in their West Hollywood condo, his muscles moving rhythmically as their bodies collided… Her nails leaving long, red marks on his back, lips claiming his neck as hers. What happened to them? It’s only after a moment that she realizes she’s been staring, probably salivating, too, lips slightly parted, and her entire face flushes a bright shade of red. She’s too scared to speak up, knowing her voice will most likely come out weak and betray her. Her body has done just that — betrayed her. Her legs have turned to jello, her heart is palpitating and refusing to calm down, butterflies fluttering in her belly. “I —” she begins, swallowing audibly and turning around, facing the closet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. “The bathroom’s right there if you want to, you know… Have some — Umm… Privacy. Your other T-shirt should be somewhere in here also… The Led Zeppelin one? Let me try and find it for you.” 

“Oh, a handful huh. You’re raising a mini version of myself Erin. Good luck with that.” he teases her, a laugh vibrating from his chest because he knows he’s raising him too and he needs all the luck since he’s giving so many signs of being too much like him. “I think I’ve made all the right fashion choices, thank you.” Playfully, Axl scoffs. Waiting to see what she does, she doesn’t let go of his hand and he awkwardly stares down at their hands together before looking back up at her. Feeling his face wanting to flush as he feels they’re doing something they shouldn’t be as they walk to her room and it’s comforting despite he shouldn’t allow it. “Yeahhh, and I shouldn’t done that tomorrow. Cause now I’m in an even bigger hole. Beta is at home with Dylan while his mom is out of town and not coming back until tomorrow night. And I’m supposed to be back tonight to put him in bed cause well…” he’s a dad to him, too. “And then Sebastian is going to be upset if I leave, though. And I don’t want to leave, I do want to stay all night with him. Really bad. But if I do stay, then I won’t see Dylan all day tomorrow until we get finished with our day and I’m just gonna feel bad. I’m gonna feel bad either way though.” he deeply sighs, feeling like he’s leaving one of them out no matter what he does. A three and four year old doesn’t even understand either, so that makes it worse. This is just getting harder and harder… he grumbles while going to sit on the bed because he feels dumb just standing here. “When did you start to smoke?” Deep voice asks when emeralds wander over the nightstand, saying it sarcastically when he weirdly sees cigarettes in her room. He knows those aren’t hers. “You and him share this bed or something?” Curling his lip at how repulsed he gets thinking about it now, standing back up. “And Marlboros are better.” he mumbles, taking his Marlboros out of his front pocket and and replacing the Parliaments out with them to piss this guy off when he comes back. “Oh,” that reminds him. Axl spins around on his heel, “when is that guy showin’ back up here? I don’t think things will turn out too pretty if we meet each other here.” It’ll most likely turn into a real fast. He’s standing next to the bed, his eyes are on her closet and he notices the men clothing as well before the door is shut. “Oh.” So he’s definitely living here. Which makes his eyes roll because it’s funny how Erin had to go snatch her someone up just because HE did. “Hm. I did miss that shirt. I guess I’ll put that one on if I find it since I got one more year before Sebastian starts learning how to read.” he laughs, pulling the dirty shirt off and throwing it on her bed. Next he looks down at the zipper on his pants, zipping it down and unbuttoning the jeans, he slides them off his hips and lets them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and sitting them over on the bed with his shirt. Then moves in front of the box, opening it up as back muscles move with the movement of his arm and the white versace boxers stick to all the right places.

[ionlycareabouthhn]

Howl o Scream was incredible yet again. Last night was everything I needed

[natromanxoff]

Queen + Adam Lambert live at the O2 Arena in London, UK - January 17, 2015

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• The first of two nights at the O2 Arena in London.

• Brian leads the audience into a singalong of "Maybe It's Because I’m A Londoner" just before "Love of My Life".

• Originally listed in the setlist, "Don't Stop Me Now" is dropped; but the vocal solo section performed during the 2014 tour, "Gimme All Your Love", makes a reappearance into the set just before "I Want I All".

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“[…] The key is that Lambert makes it clear very early on that this is not an impersonation of the still mourned Mercury. “I love him as much as you love him,” he tells the crowd. “My goal is to celebrate the amazing music of Queen and bring you back to why you liked them in the first place.”

This he succeeds wholly in doing, not least because the band he’s fronting is still so strong. Alighting on a stage the shape of a giant Q, both Roger Taylor (initially in shades) and his son Rufus sit behind full drum kits, with Brian May heading out front (grey mullet occasionally blowing in the breeze). As expected, the reclusive bassist John Deacon isn’t present but a shot of him on the giant screens brings loud applause.

The set list is flawless, as one might expect from a band who have crafted some of the finest rock songs of the 20th Century. What’s intriguing is the presence of Lambert seems to have give the tracks a fresh energy - ‘I Want It All’ is simply colossal, ‘One Vision’ extraordinary and Lambert’s exhortation to “all you fat ass bitches” somehow works during ‘Fat Bottom Girls’.

The only glaring omission comes in the form of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ getting skipped over. But as Lambert says himself, ‘You know what the problem is with this band? Too many hits!”

Queen truly know how to put on a show. Ever track feels like a finale - with huge solos, near-operatic vocals and pomp set to 11. There is an intergenerational drum battle, a gold glitter drop, a mirror ball descends for ‘Who Wants To Live Forever’, lasers comb the the entire O2 at one point and and (bizarrely) footage of Metropolis during a performance of 'Radio Gaga' (it makes more sense given it was a soundtrack to Mercury’s ‘Love Kills’).

At one point May straps a GoPro onto his guitar, both so that everyone can check out his playing but also so that he can point it towards the audience and capture the O2’s reaction to him rattling through ‘Stone Cold Crazy’. The screens behind May during ‘Last Horizon’ will, depending on your persective, either recall the timeless search for man’s true knowledge of the cosmos or remind you of a Windows’ 97 screensaver.

The band seem genuinely moved and certainly see to enjoy themselves. Naturally their late bandmate never feels far away. When May plays a solo of ‘Love Of My Life’ he talks about how much he missed Mercury. “There was this man who used to sit behind me…” he says thoughtfully. “It makes me happy to sing his songs really”. Nothing is taken for granted. At times footage of Mercury accompanies the action, allowing him to contribute 24 years after leaving the stage. This is used most effectively on ‘Days Of Our Lives’ where Taylor takes the mic and performs a gutsy vocal, accompanied by vintage shots of the band mugging to the camera. This isn’t a mawkish tribute, this is a real, vibrant rock show.

What's interesting is Lambert at times seems even camper than Mercury ever was - not least when he seems to have borrowed part of his costume from Macho Man Randy Savage. It feels strange to say it but it thankfully it shows how far we’ve come that a man can lick a microphone, reclining on a chaise longe, raise one Cara Delevigne-esque eyebrow and pause during 'Killer Queen' after delivering ‘Guaranteed to blow your...’. The crowd clearly love it.

When Lambert chugs from a gold champagne bottle and spits it into the air, he addresses the drenched front row. “Did I get you wet lady? Rock'n'roll that's what I am supposed to do! It’s like the SeaWorld show up here.” The only criticism? Lambert’s English accent is as horrible as he says it is. […]”

- Andy Morris, Gigwise

Photos by Samantha Brown.

Photos by swoosh14.

[junsongs]

Some Things We Know About The HGs So Far (Part 1)

Alyssa: She actually went to a concert once and ran into one of the band mates backstage, the band mate was so upset at the performance and on the verge of quitting, but Alyssa spent the night after the show to comfort her. When the band mate asked how Alyssa was so happy, she said, "I sell swimwear" and then taking inspiration from Alyssa, that band mate then went on to create a swim line of her own, and you know who it was? Leigh-Anne Pinnock from the world's most successful girl group, Little Mix

Azah: Azah actually won a Nobel Prize in chemistry for finding the 119th element, which changed many gamers' lives: copium.

Brent: His name actually used to be Brett, but after seeing BB20 found out that all Brett's were now renamed Brent. Britini: Britini actually once threw a martini on Donald Trump when she had the misfortune of running into him. Christie: Christie is actually super well known in the gaming community, she made one of the largest servers in the history of Minecraft and has beef with dream but is cordial with tommyinnit.

Derek F: He once saved an orca from SeaWorld after seeing the well known documentary, Black Fish

Derek X: One time at a zoo Derek X accidentally released all the giraffes from a giraffe exhibit and had to go on the run across state lines until eventually it was proven that a zookeeper framed him, an innocent bystander. His life was never the same.

Frenchie: A friend recently revealed that on an overnight fishing trip with Frenchie, all the fish ended up going missing. It turns out Frenchie began kissing all the fish then felt he had a moral obligation to release them (they were already dead). This is actually how he got the name Frenchie, from french kissing the fish.

[larryfanficwriter98]

Chapter Thirteen

*Fake It Until You Make It Real*

This can be very emotional and even triggering to some people however there is nothing bad that happens except a child having an emotional reaction to a shitty situation. 

Sunday morning Harry woke up early but had taken one look at Louis curled up against his chest and had promptly pushed any thoughts of leaving the bed out of his head. As if sensing Harry's change of plans Louis curled up closer to him in his sleep. Harry kept am arm around Louis' waist as he grabbed his phone and lowered the brightness down so it didn't wake Louis up. He had a message from Gem and when he opened it he saw screenshots of his and Louis' social media profiles and a message under them.

Now that we've met him and definitely approve I think it's time to make it official don't you little bro? Go on and slap it on social media, make sure to post pictures with his butt visible. 😉👌

Harry shook his head but knew his sister was right. It was time to make it social media official and so he headed to Facebook and updated his relationship status to engaged and sent a relationship request to Louis. He then went to Instagram and updated his bio so it said he was engaged to Louis. After that was done he locked his phone and grabbed the remote turn the TV on keeping it at a low volume as Louis slept.

"Well this is nice. You should definitely stay in bed more often." Louis said thirty minutes later as he looked at Harry.

"I'm thinking about it. Though I might need some persuasion." Louis leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips before he laid back down and cuddling closer to him. Harry honestly just enjoyed the cuddling, it had been a long time since he has cuddled someone. He knew there was a good portion of people awake downstairs, could hear their voices, but he had no desire to get out of his warm bed.

"We should get down there. We're being bad hosts." Louis said

"I know." Harry groaned before he was trying to motivate himself out of bed. It didn't work right away but eventually he was rolling out of bed and getting himself ready for the day. Louis doing the same a few minutes later. Louis stole one of Harry's sweaters and Harry grinned as he watched the way the extra fabric moved around as he brushed his teeth while Harry waited for him to finish. He also not so subtly watched him bend over the sink to spit out the tooth paste. Once he was done they headed downstairs together to see everyone was awake.

"Good morning. Jay and I made breakfast for everyone. Should be still warm." Anne greeted them

"You didn't have to do that. I was awake you just had to come and get me." Harry said

"Yeah but Louis looked comfortable when I saw you two so I didn't want to wake him."

"Harry gets out of bed every morning without waking me. I'm sure he would have managed." Louis said sending a glare towards Harry as he headed into the kitchen.

"He doesn't like it when I leave the bed. Says I take all the heat with me and it forces him out of bed." Harry told them as he sat in the oversized chaise while Louis headed into the kitchen.

"So we never did get to talk about the wedding. Have you picked a location? The flowers? The time? The honeymoon? Y'know Brazil is beautiful I know you loved it last time we visited as a family. Remember you wanted to stay at the pink place."

"I'm pretty sure Harry wanted to live there when he was twenty." Gemma said

"Louis and I have decided to take the kids on a holiday with us, a family vacation. As soon as the judge approves it which my lawyers says there isn't any reason why he wouldn't, I'll get it ran by the school. I think we've decided on Orlando there's Disney, Universal, SeaWorld, and other big things to do with kids and such. Then during spring break or the summer holidays we'll take a week away together somewhere else."

"I haven't agreed to that yet." Louis said from the kitchen

"I'll hogtie you." Harry told him, "Don't worry I'll have him in a hut on a beach without kids eventually. Or in a hotel right beside the Iguazu Falls in Brazil or Argentina."

"Or a summer trip with the kids." Louis said

"Or a private trip with a promise of loud uninterrupted-"

"Harold." Louis warned making their families laugh when Harry put his hands up in surrender.

"I was going to say playtime."

"That's even worse."

"How about the hokey pokey in our birthday suit?" Louis laughed loudly

"If you have to pokey the hokey then you're clearly doing it wrong Harry." Anne said

"Maybe we like to pokey the hokey mother." Harry said throwing a balled up piece of paper at her as Louis walked into the room shaking his head. He sat across Harry's lap so his back was pressed against the arm of the chaise. His plate of food piled high sat on his lap and his mug of tea was set on the coffee table.

"For the record if you ever poke me we're getting a divorce." Louis told him

"You ruin all of my fun. You won't have sex with me with our mothers here and you won't let me play hokey pokey with you naked. Next you'll be telling me I can't wear a lace teddy around the house with the kids home."

"Absolutely not." Louis said shaking his head as he cut into the pancake, "at least not while the kids are home." Harry laughed

"You're restricting my teddy wearing time. Geesh. I think I purposed too soon." Louis stabbed a piece of pancake and offered it to Harry watching as he leaned forwards and ate the piece off the fork.

***

After breakfast Louis was in the kitchen with Anne and Jay as they cleaned up from yesterday and breakfast. A loud banging came from the door causing them to jump from the suddenness.

"Are you guys expecting company?" Anne asked

"Not that I know of." Louis said as he dried his hands and headed to the front door. Louis unlocked the bolt and pulled the door open. He pulled his eyebrows together confused when he saw a police officer, Hannah, and her boyfriend standing there.

"Are you Mr. Styles?"

"No, but I am his fiancé why?"

"Can we come in?" Louis hesitated looking back for Harry but he still wasn't inside so he nodded and allowed them into the entry way closing the door behind them, "Does your fiancé still have his daughter here?"

"Yes of course. He has her for the week per her mother's....request."

"That's a lie I told him he could have her for Halloween, but he had to bring her back home Halloween night. I gave him last night out of kindness, but now I still don't have my daughter and I'm starting to worry about her. I have texts between him and I saying he wouldn't give her back. It's why I called the police." Hannah said tearfully, Louis laughed unable to help himself.

"First off Harry has it on video of you telling him to keep her for the week or not at all. Secondly Harry hasn't had his phone on him all morning. I do because he asked me to go get for him from the bedroom but then he went outside with the kids so he never got it from me. Thirdly any text Harry has gotten I haven't responded to or looked at because it's none of my business. Fourth call the number you were texting because I guarantee it won't ring Harry's phone."

"Hey what's going on?" Harry asked jogging up to them, "I thought you were going to America this week?" He said looking at Hannah.

"Mr. Styles, Miss. Carpenter claims you were suppose to take your daughter back home last night and that you are threatening her through texts of keeping your daughter from her."

"I don't even have my phone on me and Hannah and I don't text. Everything is on the phone or in person. Our lawyers demanded it since anyone could be Hannah in my phone and anyone could be me in hers. Any communications we have is to be recorded and sent to our respective lawyers. This isn't the first time Hannah has tried to charge me with parental kidnapping."

"I'm going to have to make sure that's the truth. Hand over your phone."

"Wait you're not even going to call the number she was texting. Make sure it was his phone in the first place." Louis asked the officer paused and looked at Louis before he turned to Hannah who looked offended by just the idea of it.

"Excuse me. We are here for my daughter."

"I have to investigate both sides of the story. Find out who is lying. Give me your phone please."

"No we are here to get my daughter from Harry and take her home not for you to turn around and accuse me just because my ex boyfriend's fuck toy spoke. Besides he shouldn't even be involved in this conversation."

"Louis is my fiancé and has every right to be here. So unless Daniel is leaving, Louis stays. Look I can show you the video where Hannah told me I have her for the week." Harry said but the officer shook his head

"It won't matter. She has custody and you have no legal visitation or right to have her in your house if the mother doesn't want her here. Unfortunately that means she can press charges for parental kidnapping if you don't let her take her daughter." The officer said looking like he didn't want to be the one telling Harry those words, "I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to go get your daughter and let her mother take her home."

"Okay." Harry said softly

"Okay?" Louis said shocked

"Louis please. If I fight or argue it can look bad on me. The judge won't look at the body cam footage and see a father wanting to see his daughter for more than a day, he's going to see a big man yelling at, not only a woman, but the mother of his child. That is all he is going to see. That is all they ever see because she has sob stories prepared to make me look bad. I have lost a lot of cases because I fought too hard, because I raised my voice, because she cried in my presence. I can't do anything except comply I can't have a parental kidnapping charge while fighting for visitation." Harry said gently, "can you please just go get Maddie for me?" Louis wanted to argue, wanted to yell and curse at Hannah because how dare she stand there smirking while she took Harry's daughter away just because. How dare she call herself a mother. But Louis nodded pressing a quick kiss to Harry's cheek and headed to the glass sliding doors watching Maddie and Freddie running and laughing on the playset.

"Maddison can you come here for a minute?" Louis asked just loud enough to be heard over the laughter filling the backyard. Maddison and Freddie looked his way before they ran up to him with large smiles and red faces, "come on Maddison, Freddie stay out here with Zayn alright?" Louis said as he felt Zayn squeeze past him with a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder.

"Come on Freddie bet you can't run faster than me." Louis owed Zayn a nice dinner as he watched Freddie run off yelling after him. He gently led Maddison inside the house and closed the glass door and led her to where Harry was with Hannah, Daniel, and the officer.

"I will have these screenshots and body camera sent to your respective lawyers so they each have a copy for the court meeting." The officer was saying

"Thank you." Harry said shaking his hand before he turned to them, "hey princess you have to go with your mom."

"What? Why?" Maddie asked looking between Harry and Hannah, "you promised. You promised I'd stay with Daddy all week." Maddie said looking at Hannah

"Yes well I've changed my mind now come on we need to go. We still have to pick up the cookies from the shop for career day tomorrow. Remember."

"You're not going to career day tomorrow?" Louis asked looking at Harry who clearly knew nothing about it.

"Mom says daddy has to work." Maddie told Louis

"I'm off tomorrow. What's career day?"

"It doesn't matter Daniel is going. He is with her everyday after all. Much more her dad than you are. Come on Maddie we are leaving." Hannah said grabbing Maddie's wrist only for Maddie to yank it out of her grip.

"YOU LIED! YOU SAID YOU CALLED DADDY AND HE SAID HE COULDN'T COME! IM NOT LEAVING! IT'S NOT FAIR!" Maddie yelled

"You are leaving right now come on." Hannah snapped grabbing Maddie's arm again.

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO! NO!" Maddie screamed fighting out of her mother's grip, "DADDY! DADDY PLEASE! SHE SAID A WEEK! SHE PROMISED!"

Louis had tears in his eyes as he watched this beautiful little girl fall apart in a way only a child in a such a bad situation could. She was crying, screaming, kicking, flailing, doing everything she could to fight off Hannah. Louis looked at Harry and could see the pain in his face as he tried to make her let go of him when she hugged his waist begging him to keep her.

"Maddison that is enough. Stand up and let's go." Hannah said

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Maddie screamed as she was dragged out of the house, "DADDY! DADDY PLEASE! SHE PROMISED A WEEK! SHE PROMISED! DADDY! LET ME GO! LOULOU! LOUIS! LOUIS DON'T LET HER TAKE ME! LOUIS PLEASE!" Louis took a step forward fully prepared to go to jail to stop Maddie's pain but a strong arm wrapped around his waist and kept him there.

"Harry let me go. Harry let go of me." Louis hissed pushing his arm off of him and running outside, he pulled Maddie into tight loving hug before Hannah could put her in the car, "It'll be okay. Hush darling it'll be okay. Relax. Deep breaths. There you go. Easy breathing...there you go." Louis whispered gently as he rubbed her shaking back.

"She promised. She promised a week."

"I know but it's not your daddy's fault, sweetie. Now tell me what you want your daddy to bake for your class."

"C-C-C-Cookie dough cup-cupcakes." Maddie said between sniffles, hiccups, and heavy breaths from her crying and screams.

"Okay. I'll tell him. He loves you and so do I. It'll be okay." Louis stood up and kissed her head then without even turning towards Hannah he headed back inside the house.

Harry was sitting on the floor crying just as hard as Maddie had been a few moments ago. Louis slid into his lap and hugged his neck feeling his arms wrap around his waist and his sobs wet the sweater Louis was wearing.

"Don't you ever hold me back when my child yells for me like that again." Louis said as gently and a softly as he could so Harry knew he wasn't mad at him. Harry didn't respond, not that Louis expected him to, he just sat there holding Louis as he cried and Louis sat there holding Harry rubbing his back and trying to do whatever he could to soothe him. They sat there well over an hour before Harry stood up and headed upstairs with a soft click  of a door closing. Only then did Louis let his own tears fall as he sat between Anne and his mom.

****

Harry only came down briefly to say goodbye to their families and he tried to apologize to Louis' family, but his mother out a stop to that immediately. When they had left Harry had kissed Louis' cheek then headed back upstairs. Louis understood that Harry wasn't in the right space to be out so he didn't mind doing the last few things that needed done before Freddie came back. Zayn had texted saying he was feeding Freddie then would bring him back and from there they would decide if he should take him overnight. So yes Louis definitely owed Zayn for today. Louis had just sat down when the front door opened and Zayn and Freddie came in.

"I'm sorry." Louis said looking at Zayn

"Don't worry about it. I can't even imagine what you two are feeling."

"She yelled for me. Cried and screamed for me. I felt useless. Harry hasn't left the bedroom except to say goodbye and he tried to apologize to my mom. I can't imagine it. I can't- my heart hurts." Louis said stubbornly wiping his eyes before Freddie saw

"Do you want me to take him for the night and take him to nursery? I don't mind and it wouldn't be the first time I kept him an extra night."

"Do you mind? It's just Harry will want to make Maddie's cupcakes and-"

"Say no more. Go take little man to say goodnight to Harry and I'll pack him a bag." Louis nodded calling for Freddie and heading upstairs with him as he told him he would be staying with Zayn.

"We're going to tell Harry goodnight okay?"

"Okay." Freddie said cheerfully opening the door and running to the bed climbing up on it , "hi Harry Papa is letting me stay with Zayn on a school night so I came to say goodnight to you before I leave."

"He is? That sounds like so much fun. I bet Zayn will let you stay up an extra hour if you ask him." Harry said

"I bet so too. I'll miss you though but I guess I'll just see you tomorrow because we live here now so I won't miss you too much." Harry chuckled

"I hope you have a lovely time tonight Freddie and you give this to Zayn. Put it in his hand and yell no takebacks and run away got it?" Harry said as he grabbed a bundle of 50s and handed it to Freddie.

"Okay."

"Tell him to buy art supplies or pizza or beer or a night buddy. It's his to do with what he wants. No take backs alright?"

"You got it Harry. Goodnight."

"Goodnight squirt." Louis chuckled as he followed Freddie downstairs where he did as Harry told put the cash bundle in his hand and yelled no takebacks then ran outside to the car. Louis could hear Harry laughing from upstairs as Zayn glared at them.

"Louis I can't-"

"You can and you will. Look I promise you that is the lowest bundle in the house so if you don't take that one he'll just give you one that's bigger. Seriously just go on and get out of here and have fun and spend it on yourself mister." Louis said pushing Zayn out of the house and locking the door behind him laughing as he watched Zayn glare at him through the window. He waited until they had left before he headed upstairs and saw Harry was sitting up in the bed now rubbing at his face with his sweater.

"I'm sorry. I just...I couldn't socialize anymore."

"Hey it's okay. Trust me my family didn't even care you were up here after that. The only reason they stayed so long because we all cleaned up so you didn't have to."

"I know and I feel bad. They were guests they shouldn't-"

"My mom was feeling useless not cleaning something, she was ready to beat you if you didn't let her help. She didn't mind. No one did. It's okay they still think you're amazing."

"Okay...alright...tell me what I gotta do." Harry said rubbing his face again.

"She said she wanted cookie dough cupcakes."

"Figures. I made them a few months ago for her birthday, I saw her a few weeks after her birthday and I baked her a cupcake of her choice. I need to run to the store real quick but I have mostly everything here."

"Okay. What do you need me to do."

"Relax. I need you to relax. Lay in bed, go to sleep, lay on the couch, whatever it is, just relax. You've done enough today."

"I want to help."

"And you will when I need you to so for now take a nap because this might take a few hours."

"Alright. I'll nap on the couch."

"Good." Harry kissed his forehead as he stood up and they headed downstairs together. Louis made up his spot on the couch and laid down while Harry got the recipe and checked his ingredients. He gave Louis a kiss before he headed out of the house and to the store. Louis fell asleep shortly after that as Titanic played on the TV.

****

Making the cupcakes didn't take as long as Louis had feared, but he was definitely regretting it Monday morning as he sat in the passenger seat of the Murano while Harry drove to the school. Louis had explained to Harry that career day was an all day event, hence the snacks, a few students were assigned a good a beverage like Maddie and a few others were assigned desserts. A few others were assigned drinks and lunch and stuff like that. There were thirteen students each year one class so the forty cupcakes were more than enough for Maddie's class and they would have extra to bring home which Louis was excited about. When they got to the school building Louis walked with Harry to Maddie's classroom. Maddie was sitting at a round table with her chin held in her hand as she kicked her feet.

"There she is." Louis said quietly pointing at her watching as Harry grinned when he spotted her as well. Louis said a quick hi to Maddison before he headed to his class as Harry sat in a too small chair at a too small table with Maddie. Turns out career day was much more than just talking about your job, at least for this classroom, there were coloring sheets and recommended questions to ask. It was very thought out and Harry had never been more happy to be so uncomfortable especially when the teacher had given Maddie a stack of papers about doctors to pass out to the students and parents.

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Wait a damn minute here! Did I miss something! I thought Hunter’s expertise was in the oil, gas, and other energy fields! I wonder what the coked up junky is up to now that nobody in the liberal press cares and his father is the president? I guess we’ll never know.