#Luke 2:19-20

[bojackson54]

Nativity Scenes are Wonderful. But Are They All WRONG?!

Here’s a Christmas news flash: Most Nativity Scenes are WRONG! It’s not a deal-breaker, but if you check the Scriptural accounts of the details around Jesus’ birth you’ll find that the traditional Nativity sets depict a scene that never occurred… Just the Facts, Ma’am… Luke describes this pastoral scene, out in the fields: “Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields,…

[martyschoenleber]

Developing a Heart that Fears God

Cultivating the Fear of God as a Lifestyle This past Sunday I had the privilege of teaching a class on the fear of God. This was my third session of about 8 in the class. Today’s assignment for me as a teacher was “how do we cultivate a life that demonstrates a fear of God?” That is a great question to ask. If the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, how could it not be wise to ask that…

[drshermaines-wisdomnuggets]

"THE IMPORTANCE OF UNDERSTANDING AND KNOWLEDGE"

THE HOLY SPIRIT’S WORK IN JEREMIAH: God’s call and anointing upon Jeremiah’s life as a prophet began in the womb. God reveals to Jeremiah, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew [and] approved of you [as My chosen instrument], and before you were born I separated and set you apart, consecrating you; [and] I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5 AMPC). This reveals that the…

[touchofgoddotworld]

I Am In Anguish In This Flame (Part 2) (220) - November 18 2023

Play on other Podcast Apps The second of two programs looking at Luke 16:19-31, regarding the rich man and the destitute Lazarus. On earth Lazarus was at the gate of the rich man, begging for anything that may drop from the man’s table. After both died (in the physical sense), the rich man and Lazarus switched positions. The man was taken to Hades (the place of the dead) by angels, while Lazarus…

[coreofthebible]

Honoring of parents respects God's kingdom authority on earth

Honoring of parents respects God’s kingdom authority on earth

Today we will be looking at the topic of the fifth commandment about honoring one’s father and mother, and how a believing father and mother, as God’s agents, can provide the best kingdom guidance and direction leading to well-being for the children who are obedient to their instruction. Exodus 20:12 – Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land which Yahweh your…

[strawbeerossi]

❥ Strawbeerossi Kinktober 2023

I’m very excited to let you all know that I am taking part in Kinktober 2023!

❥ My plans are to have it fully Spencer centric this go around, since I know most of my followers like my Spencer writing.

❥ I am going to release a new blurb or fic every day. (God willing)

❥ I am going to experiment with a few darker themes for some of these. They are to be read at your own risk. Yes, they are the ones marked as Unsub!Spencer. 🤭

❥ Day 31 is for my beloved bestie @rainaaaskyy who came up with the idea for it.

❥ October 1 || Body Worship ❥ Husband!Spencer

❥ October 2 || Power Imbalance ❥ Professor!Spencer

❥ October 3 || Cockwarming ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 4 || Wax Play ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 5 || Bondage ❥ Unsub!Spencer

❥ October 6 || Pool Sex ❥ Early Seasons!Spencer

❥ October 7 || Dumbification ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 8 || Massage ❥ Boyfriend!Spencer

❥ October 9 || Hate Sex ❥ Ex!Spencer

❥ October 10 || Breeding ❥ Husband!Spencer

❥ October 11 || Face Sitting ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 12 || Thigh Riding ❥ Professor!Spencer

❥ October 13 || Car Sex ❥ Unit Chief!Spencer

❥ October 14 || Knife Play ❥ Unsub!Spencer x Reader

❥ October 15 || Telephonicophilia ❥ Bau!Spencer

❥ October 16 || Quirofilia ❥ Professor!Spencer

❥ October 17 || Somnophilia ❥ Husband!Spencer

❥ October 18 || Mommy Kink ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 19 || Lingerie ❥ Bau!Spencer

❥ October 20 || Dacryphilia ❥ Unsub!Spencer

❥ October 21 || Cock Worship ❥ Insecure!Spencer

❥ October 22 || Face Fucking ❥ Unsub!Spencer

❥ October 23 || Aphrodisiacs ❥ Bau!Spencer

❥ October 24 || Shower Sex ❥ Husband!Spencer

❥ October 25 || Sound Kink ❥ Unit Chief!Spencer

❥ October 26 || Begging ❥ Sub!Spencer

❥ October 27 || Tit Fucking ❥ Professor!Spencer

❥ October 28 || Squirting ❥ Jealous!Spencer

❥ October 29 || Impact Play ❥ Unsub!Spencer

❥ October 30 || Free Use ❥Roommate!Spencer

❥ October 31 || Foursome ❥ Spencer x Derek x Luke x Reader

[diorsluv]

feather masterlist

( diorsluv 2023 )

— social media faceclaim ; lani pliopa the playlist

nhl + umich hockey x platonic!drysdale!reader,

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader,

temporary male!oc x reader,

temporary luke hughes x fem!oc

prologue

part 1: ( not another take )

act i

part 2: ( oh, it’s like that )

part 3: ( i’m your dream come true )

part 4: ( when it’s on a platter for you )

part 5: ( then you pull back )

part 6: ( when i try to make plans )

part 7: ( more than two hours in advance )

act ii

part 8: ( i slam the door )

part 9: ( i hit ignore )

part 10: ( i’m saying “no, no, no, no more” )

part 11: ( i got you blocked )

part 12: ( after this, an afterthought )

part 13: ( i finally cut you off )

act iii

part 14: ( i feel so much lighter, like a feather )

part 15: ( with you off my mind )

part 16: ( floating through the memories )

part 17: ( like whatever, you’re a waste of time )

part 18: ( your signals are mixed )

part 19: ( you act like a bitch )

part 20: ( you fit every stereotype )

part 21: ( send a pic )

part 22: ( with you out my life )

act iv

part 23: ( like a feather, like a feather, like a feather )

part 24: ( it feels so good )

part 25: ( not caring where you are tonight )

part 26: ( and it feels so good )

part 27: ( not pretending to like the wine you like )

part 28: ( excited to never talk )

part 29: ( i’m so sorry for your loss )

act v

part 30: ( you want me? )

part 31: ( i’m done )

part 32: ( you miss me? )

part 33: ( no, duh )

part 34: ( where i’m at )

epilogue

part 35: ( i’m up, where i’m at )

bonus chapters

christmas special: ( all i want for christmas is you )

the drama queen

[devildomwriter]

Every Time They Curse Volumes 1-4

Lucifer

Damn

22-16 Hard • 37-20 • 44-16 Hard • 45-7 • 46-7 • 47-4 • 47-17

Dammit

14-10 • 16-15 •

Hell

15-20

Ass/Badass/Asshole/Jackass

7-20

Bastard

45-11

Mammon

Damn

2-12 • 2-12 • 3-7 • 3-10 • 4-4 • 4-15 • 9-20 • 14-4 • 16-A • 33-13 • 33-14 • 50-15 • 55-16 • 69-11

Dammit

2-12 • 3-2 • 3-4 • 3-7 • 4-1 • 4-4 • 4-C • 8-16 • 10-16 • 11-14 • 11-14 • 11-20 • 12-15 Hard • 14-1 • 14-1 • 16-A • 17-10 • 18-6 • 18-17 • 19-7 • 22-19 • 22-19 • 24-C • 25-7 • 25-10 • 25-11 • 25-17 • 25-19 • 27-9 • 27-15 • 27-19 • 27-16 Hard • 28-11 • 28-B • 29-13 • 29-13 • 30-6 • 31-1 • 32-C • 33-13 • 33-14 • 34-18 • 34-18 • 35-2 • 35-19 • 35-19 • 35-19 • 35-16 Hard • 36-10 • 37-9 • 38-5 • 38-A • 40-20 • 41-4 • 43-12 • 43-15 • 43-15 • 43-19 • 48-7 • 49-5 • 52-15 • 52-15 • 54-10 • 54-10 • 55-16 Hard • 57-14 • 58-15 • 59-16 Hard • 60-20 • 60-22 • 61-17 • 63-7 • 63-9 • 66-16 Hard • 68-4 • 68-7 • 68-9 • 71-19 • 73-15 • 75-7 • 75-9 • 75-A • 75-A • 76-14 • 77-1 • 77-1 • 77-12 • 79-11 • 79-19 • 80-2

Hell

1-1 • 1-1 • 3-2 • 3-7 • 3-10 • 3-14 • 4-C • 6-15 • 10-13 Hard • 14-6 • 15-7 • 21-9 • 36-16 • 53-9 • 74-19

Ass/Badass/Asshole/Jackass

1-3 • 3-7 • 3-7 • 7-20 • 9-4 • 11-20 • 14-10 • 15-14 • 25-10 • 30-A • 49-5

Bastard

1-7 • 2-10 • 2-12 Hard • 6-17 • 8-16 • 8-16 • 12-8 • 19-7 • 41-4 • 48-18 • 51-1 • 55-16 Hard • 62-A

Leviathan

Damn

35-19 (quoting Thirteen) • 55-16

Dammit

1-10 • 1-10 • 1-10 • 62-9

Hell

2-8 • 10-15 Hard

Ass/Badass/Asshole/Jackass

1-10 • 1-10 • 1-10 • 3-7

Satan

Dammit

9-15 • 34-16 Hard • 36-14 • 43 A • 46-C • 51-17 • 52-16 Hard • 53-14 • 54-10 • 66-17 • 76-A • 80-2

Hell

9-7 • 26-15

Asmodeus

Dammit

9-12

Hell

1-3 • 9-12

Beelzebub

Dammit

13-14

Belphegor

Damn

14-15 Hard

Hell

16-12

MC

Damn

4-6

Dammit

14-1

Ass/Badass/Asshole/Jackass

3-7 • 59-11

Thirteen

Damn

35-19 (written)

Mephistopheles

Damn

66-4

Curse Ranks

1. Mammon (144)

2. Satan (14)

3. Leviathan/Lucifer (12)

4. MC (4)

5. Asmodeus (3)

6. Belphegor (2)

7. Beelzebub/Mephistopheles/Thirteen (1)

8. Diavolo/Barbatos/Solomon/Raphael/Luke/Simeon/Little D. No. 2/Michael (0)

Updated 11/06/23

[watcherintheweyr]

'Rhaenyra is a bad mom bc she knowingly gave birth to bastards and she knew how much danger they'd be in!!!!'

1. She had no way of knowing those babies wouldn't pop out looking exactly like her, beforehand. And unfortunately she couldn't stop at Jace. The throne needed an heir. Driftmark needed an heir. And a spare was needed as well, given the sheer rate of Targaryen children dying untimely deaths.

2. She had to provide heirs to the throne, and to Driftmark. If she hadn't, society wouldn't have blamed Laenor, they would have blamed her- which makes her position even more unstable, bc then she 'can't fulfill a woman's duty' so why would men think her 'able' to fill a 'man's role' by ruling the kingdom? And she and Laenor tried. He was either unable (meaning infertile or impotent, or unable to get it up), or unwilling. (And they did try. We dont know what they tried but Rhaenyra is shown to be clever in the show so honestly i have no doubt she attempted what Margaery suggested with Renly.) Laenor was in on the entire thing. He was aware of every part of this. He wasn't duped, he wasn't cuckholded- it was a plan greenlit by him, bc this way he and Rhaenyra would both have their heirs and a family. This cannot in any way shape or form be compared to Cersei cuckholding Robert (fuck Robert Baratheon tho), seeing as Robert was **not** at all aware that his children weren't his, and wouldn't have been OK with that.

Either way- she chose not to maritally r*pe her husband and put him through more trauma after it was clear their attempts weren't working. Yall are always so upset for Alicent (rightfully so, bc show!alicent was maritally raped, even if it wasn't considered as such in that time), but you... WANT Rhaenyra to do that to Laenor? Hello???

[And no. Rhaenyra did NOT rape or coerce Criston Cole. The actors, writers, and directors have all stated their sex was consensual and 'an act of love.' It was Rhaenyra going to someone she felt close to and trusted after feeling abandoned and unwanted and betrayed. In that scene you literally watch, as after Cole tells Rhaenyra to stop undressing herself, she moves aside so she isn't blocking his way to the door. The director states that the moment they show Cole folding and setting down his cloak was him choosing his desire over his oaths. And Criston Cole has known Rhaenyra since she was 14. He knew damn well the sort of person she was- and she was not the person who would have harmed him for saying no. She was an intoxicated and emotionally vulnerable 19 year old- Criston was in his late 20s to early 30s. And it's explicitly stated in ep.9 that the ONLY person a Kingsguard cannot refuse is the king. In ep.7 Criston disobeys a direct order from Alicent when she wants him to mutilate Lucerys. Criston Cole was not assaulted. Stop trying to assign Aegon's sins to Rhaenyra so that you can feel better for supporting him.]

3. In the books, the rumors of their bastardry at large halted when all of Rhaenyra's boys' cradle eggs hatched. The ONLY people who continued to try and raise issue were the core green faction. But the realm at large *did not give a fuck* why? Because every actually relevant party claimed those boys. Repeatedly and without flinching. Laenor claimed and loved those boys even face to face with Alicent's bullshit. Corlys claimed and love those boys- he was proud of them, and it's been stated by the actor in the show that Luke was his favorite- that given the... events of ep.10, Corlys will be out for blood. And Viserys repeatedly insisted upon their legitimacy- because Laenor and Corlys claimed them, because he knew that by forcing Rhaenyra to marry Laenor in order to repair the damage his insults caused House Velaryon, that he had backed her into a corner.

Rhaenyras boys are remembered to history as Velaryon. Even **Green supporters** noted that they were good, capable, intelligent, and **worthy** princes. That their deaths were unfortunate *for the realm.*

Legally, those boys are legitimate. They cannot be proven illegitimate without Laenor renouncing them, and he never did. Furthermore, trying to declare children illegitimate due to their appearance is a stupid, dangerous precedent. The fact that it's people who have no ties to House Velaryon pushing these rumors and pushing for disinheritance makes it even worse, because they're meddling in the succession of a House that *is not theirs.* if that became a standard, imagine the feuds and conflicts that would erupt- lords pushing for the children of rivals to be declared illegitimate all for the sake of trying to grasp and steal land, power, and influence as a norm? The realm would tear itself apart. Not to mention the sheer danger that would place women in, in Westeros.

Furthermore, even whilst usurping her, even while calling her children bastards, the Greens also imply Laenor's homosexuality was inherited by the Velaryon princes- that they would use Rhaenyra's 'promiscuity' and Laenor's 'predilections' to turn the Red Keep into a brothel- ironic, considering that's more what Aegon would've done. So even while claiming that Rhaenyras children are bastards that shouldn't inherit, they try to state that what the boys inherit or learn from Laenor makes them unfit for the throne. They can't keep their own damn story straight- because their usurpation was never about what is moral, what is right, or the greater good. It was about greed. Power. Sexism.

It doesn't matter what those boys looked like, especially seeing as Rhaenys had dark hair in the books. What matters is that Corlys and Laenor and Viserys claimed them and declared them legitimate, and that they **never** deviated from that.

As for Vaemond, he was a second son. And he waited until Corlys and Viserys were dying and too ill to stop him to make a grasp for power. Youre not supposed to look at that and feel hes in the right. Youre supposed to look at that and see a man consumed by greed, and literally trying to bury Corlys' will and intentions before the man is even in a grave. He was NEVER Corlys' heir- he just wanted power. It wasn't about his House, or their legacy, it was about him.

(And before yall start shit about Rhaenyras boys stealing Laena's girls' inheritance... Rhaena and Baela are *TARGARYEN*. Not Velaryon. Their claim was to the throne or to any holdings in Daemon's name. NOT to Driftmark.)

Rhaenyras boys being betrothed to Rhaena and Baela tied up any issue of 'Velaryon blood.' Baela would have been queen consort of the seven kingdoms at Jace's side, and they very clearly adored one another in book and show. Rhaena would have been Lady of the Tides- which she never would have had a chance for, without Rhaenyra (and Laena) making those betrothals. She and Luke were also canonically very close- and in show she's very encouraging of him whenever he looks nervous or uncertain. They had a bond.

Rhaenyra stole nothing. She gave those girls more. And she loved them- they were the only daughters she got to have, seeing as the Greens treachery caused the early death of baby Visenya. If she hadn't loved them, she wouldn't have trusted Rhaena to look after Joffrey or give her Morning's egg from Syrax. She wouldn't have immediately invited both girls to the table when she was queen, which is something her father did not do for her until much, much later. He allowed Rhaenyra's voice to be silenced too often when she was first made heir. Rhaenyra did not repeat that hurt to her girls or her boys.

Anyways, moving on.

You lot do also remember that Rhaenyra herself has Velaryon blood, right? Jaehaerys I's mother was Alyssa Velaryon. Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya the Conquerors' mother was Valaena Velaryon. It's not immediate, but there *is* Velaryon blood through *all* of Rhaenyras boys.

Ultimately, Rhaenyras boys were only in danger because of the core Green faction usurping the throne. If they hadnt- no succession crisis or rebellion could have truly threatened Rhaenyras boys- because none of them would have had dragons. All of Rhaenyras children loved one another- her sons by Daemon would not have turned on her sons with Laenor (and Harwin). They were a true, loving family- possibly one of the healthiest and most close knit one House Targaryen ever boasted.

And another thing... 'her having babies with Harwin was stupid, she should have picked someone Valyrian!'

Here's the thing. Rhaenyra had to be careful as hell choosing who would father her and Laenor's heirs. She had to choose someone who was physically close, and who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't try to publicly claim those boys in boast or jealousy. Someone who would keep their mouth shut and had no ambition of their own in regards to the throne. Do you really think Vaemond Velaryon (as I see him suggested a lot) would've kept his mouth shut? That he wouldn't have tried to use this to blackmail Rhaenyra and Laenor for more power and status? Do you think Rhaenys would have ever fought for or supported Rhaenyra if Rhaenyra had tried to have Corlys sire her children? And flying to see Daemon in Pentos and having a purely Valyrian child 9 months later would have made things look even more suspect.

Furthermore... she chose someone who cared for her deeply. Who clearly had a positive relationship with Laenor. She chose someone so she wouldn't have to traumatize herself- she took power over her body in a way almost no Westerosi woman has ever been able to. They were a family unit- Rhaenyra, Laenor, and Harwin. Those children were loved and cherished by two fathers and their mother. They were raised never doubting their mothers love, nor their father's- either father. They were raised and educated to be true, good princes of the realm.

Rhaenyra fought like hell for her children. She was an incredible mother. Yall just believe everything the Green faction says without looking at it critically, and that's unfortunate as hell.

[thesimline]

While long hair on men continued to be the fashion during the 1400s, the style started to draw criticism from churchmen and other moralistic authorities who worried that long hair for men meant trouble. This resulted in long hair mostly falling out of fashion by the 1500s. However, beard-wearing was still seen as a sign of masculinity and almost a rite of passage, symbolising the transition from boy to man. CC links under the cut.

You can find more of my historical content here: 1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s

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2 - Autumn by GoAmazons (TSR)

3 - Alvin by Merci (TSR)

4 - Chase by AHarris00Britney

5 - Bowl Cut Conversion by Birksches

6 - More or Less by Magpie San (TSR)

7 - Liam by Sehabla Simlish (TSR)

8 - Ancient Greece by Plasma Jane (retired CC)

9 - Loreta V2 by GoAmazins (TSR)

10 - Dune by Simstrouble

11 - Free Spirit by Joliebean

12 - Luke by Kiara Zurk

13 - Bermuda by GoAmazons (TSR)

14 - Adenios by Merci (TSR)

15 - Mirra by GoAmazons (TSR)

16 - Thor by Simcelebrity00 (TSR)

17 - Leonard by Shimydim

18 - Igor by Okruee

19 - Short Curly Hair by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs | The Handy Dandy by Igor Sims

20 - Style N66 by Veiga Sims (TSR)

21 - Style N30 by Veiga Sims

22 - The Gramps by Igor Sims

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24 - The Fluff by Igor Sims

With thanks to some amazing creators: @goamazons @aharris00britney @simstrouble @joliebean @simcelebrity00 @okruee @igorstory @veigasims

[bojackson54]

Nativity Scenes are Amazing; But Are They All WRONG??

Nativity Scenes are Amazing; But Are They All WRONG??

Here’s a Christmas news flash: Most Nativity Scenes are WRONG! It’s not a deal-breaker, but if you check the Scriptural accounts of the details around Jesus’ birth you’ll find that the traditional Nativity sets depict a scene that never occurred… Just the Facts, Ma’am… Luke describes this pastoral scene, out in the fields: “Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields,…

[martyschoenleber]

Worst Trade Ever

We are a sports dominated culture like no culture before us. I include myself. A day isn’t complete for me in the Spring, Summer or Fall without an update on how the Phillies did. Ditto for the Fall and Winter in relation to the Philadelphia Eagles. Both those major sports sometime have so-called “Blockbuster Trades.” So maybe this metaphor makes sense to many. Here’s my version of the worst…

[drshermaines-wisdomnuggets]

“WHEN THE JOURNEY WITH JESUS GETS HARD”

Luke 24:13-19, “That same day two of them were walking to the village Emmaus, about seven miles out of Jerusalem. They were deep in conversation, going over all these things that had happened. In the middle of their talk and questions, Jesus came up and walked along with them. But they were not able to recognize who He was. He asked, “What’s this you’re discussing so intently as you walk along?”…

[socialfakes]

tditd masterlist

nhl players x platonic!fem!reader (with hints of crushes along the way)

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

temporary jack hughes x other fem!character

temporary surprise player x fem!reader

socialfakes masterlist

Chapter One part 1: jersey cold part 2: hard launching part 3: hockey boys part 4: lost at the lake house part 5: found in vancouver

-intermission i-

Chapter Two part 6: the new girl part 7: vancouver adventures part 8: a bag boy halloween part 9: ziggy & copacabana part 10: hello newark

-intermission ii-

Chapter Three part 11: god bless this hot mess part 12: body art part 13: boardwalk and park place part 14: love hiatus part 15: throwback

-intermission iii-

Chapter Four part 16: best friends forever part 17: passion and progress part 18: the lake house revival part 19: love always part 20: fools in love

[peaceinsilence]

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°♡• PART 1 •♡°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

Warnings: 《mutual attraction. alcohol consumption. HINTS of dom|sub kink. angsty Quinn. posessive Quinn. cheeky Quinn. slow burn.》

Pairings: Quinn Hughes × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You have been childhood friends with the Hughes' brother's and regularly kept in touch. Now that you all were in your 20's, the brother's and their friends invited you out for the weekend to celebrate the 4th of July. However despite having a lifelong crush on the eldest brother, Quinn, it seems this weekend celebration will be full of jealousy, lust and wet dreams coming true.

A/N: Part 2 will be a continuation of this plot. It will contain acts of sex and intimacy and will be much more filthy and.. nasty ( I will be sure to put it in the warning when I post). This is just becoming too long to fit into one singular post (🥲). Apologies for any weird formatting, as this was all written on mobile. Enjoy! ☆

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"Get out of the hot tub, now."

The usual gaunt and calm demeanor of Quinn's was nowhere to be seen as his command dripped heavily with authority, vacancy, and a bit of disgust. No, actually, a lot of disgust.

And he was speaking to none other than you in this instance.

"Ah.. well just let her stay in a bit longer? She's literally still shiver-"

Quinn didn't utter a word yet simply glanced through Jack with his deep, olive gaze. His brother knew then that something far more serious was transpiring and decided not to test his older sibling on the matter. Especially when it came to the subject of: You.

"Quinn, I'll get out in 10 minutes. And if you have anything to say to me after then we can talk," you retorted, not bothering to meet his sharp eyes.

"Fair. I'll be inside then and set a timer for 10 minutes. Make sure you're inside by then, y/n," replied Quinn.

Abruptly Quinn turned on his heels, hands sunk low into the pockets of his denims; walking back towards the house.

His bold line made your eye twitch and your confusion deepen.

"I'm not a child, you don't need to set a timer Qui-" before your womenly rage had it's time to manifest, Quinn cut you off as he continued his gloomy descent indoors.

"If you don't want to be handled like a kid, then maybe don't act like one."

With that, he gingerly closed the patio doors behind him, no further words exchanged between you two. The absence of him leaving in that way, his words, had a rush of anxiety waving over you. However, it didn't compare to the pain he had inflicted on you just 20 minutes prior.

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You sat quietly alone at the marbled island in the kitchen as you mindlessly swirled around your solo cup of, you guessed it, Coke Zero.

Normally, your choice of poison was a boring whiskey and coke but not today, or for the majority of the weekend, it seemed. The legal drinking age here was 21, which you didn't turn for another 3 months. However, the legal for you was 19 back in your province, so you'd been inebriated more times than you could remember since turning of age.

You didn't drink much or that often, for that matter. Yet seeing the brother's and all of their friends enjoying their buzz and quirky cocktails, you couldn't help but endure a terrible case of fomo.

"Y/n?" spoke a gentle voice over your shoulder.

Swiveling around in the barstool, you locked eyes with Luke and Jack. Your gaze softened at the sight of them both, the cheeky older siblings you never had.

"Hey guys," you spoke softly, feeling instantly more relaxed in their presence.

Jack pulled out a small bottle of whiskey from behind his back and dangled it in the air as if it were a prize he had just won from the carnival.

Your eyes widened in amusement as you caught on as to what they were insinuating.

"Really?" you teased, crossing your arms over your bust.

There's no way they would allow you to have a drink, especially after Luke prewarned you on your arrival.

Supposedly Quinn had chatted with his friends prior, that they were not to give you any alcohol. At all.

"Look, we know you can drink back in Canada.. and it's the weekend of the 4th. We just felt a little guilty seeing you in here all alone-"

"I'm not alone guys, I've got Miso right over ther- wait, where's Miso?" you groaned as you kicked your legs off of the high stool and began searching for your dog who you had brought along with.

Glancing through the massive patio doors behind the two brothers, there you witnessed your 120 lb pup living his best life with Quinn and some of the other guys. Miso was playfully galloping after them, frisbee in mouth.

"Well I stand corrected, I am all alone," you chuckled light heartedly, while throwing your hair up in a rose gold, claw clip.

God, how was it so hot in the States, you wondered? It also didn't help that you were in a long, blood-orange hued sundress. You felt your best when dressed modest and with those you were comfortable around. Plus, growing up with strict parents and in a cold province, you weren't used to showing off your supple skin.

However, you did pack a few new, tastefully scandalous bikinis to wear for the hot tub as the lush infity pool in the back was out of question. How you envied those who could swim.

Instead, you settled and prayed that in the mornings, you'd be able to sneakily make your way to the soothing tub for some much needed you time. You assumed most of the guests and brothers would be hungover and find sleeping in more appealing than waking up at 5 am, rather than going for a morning dip in the hot tub.

Averting your gaze back to the two, they walked past you and into the kitchen where you watched Luke pull out 3 shot glasses, lining them gently on the countertop.

"But don't get too excited, y/n. We can all take 1 together and maybe sneak you another one later... but that's only if you'd like, alright? Listen, you don't even have to take this with us if you don't feel comfortable. It's completely up to-"

"You both are my angels, thank you. But please just pour the shot," you giggled, flashing them an appreciative smile while sitting back on your stool.

You felt grateful that Quinn had brothers who were respectful towards you and others. Brothers who had no issues in a simple "no" if need be said. And boy, did you say no quite a bit to them due to your social anxiety and shyness.

Being handed over a shot, you clasped the cold glass between your slender fingers and anticipated yourself for your insides to burn. Embracing the deep, oaky warmth that was about to glaze over you.

Cheersing the boys with big smiles all around, you held it up to your plump lips, about to throw it back in one smooth motion before the dainty glass of amber liquid is snatched from your hold. A few drops of whiskey swish out and over onto your dress and breasts.

Turning over your shoulder, you see Quinn towering over you as if summoned by the Gods, the shot in his hand. He sets it down away from you on a glass table end in the living area.

"Wasn't us!" piped up Jack deviously as they both tucked their shots behind their backs (and tails between their legs) and made a beeline past Quinn and out the patio doors.

Shooting Quinn a deep side eye, you jumped off the stool and brushed past him to get to the kitchen sink to clean yourself off. All thanks to the captain of the NFP.

No fun police.

"C'mere. I'll help you."

Quinn placed a firm yet delicate hold on your forearm, leading you to the other side of the island. Trailing behind him like a lost puppy, you could only watch the back of his hair bounce lightly with each step. It was still quite damp and slicked back. He must have been in the pool.

Opening a cupboard, he reached upwards and, with ease, grabbed a blue cotton cloth from the top shelf. As he motioned upwards, you couldn't help but leer like a pervert at all the muscles in his back flexing.

You felt your face burning and your nervous system begining to falter. The chokehold that the eldest Hughes' brother always had over you was something you had been trying to shake off for years. At this point, you needed a lobotomy or to be medicated to get over all that was Quintin Hughes.

Quinn turned back around with the cloth dampened in soap and pulled on the fabric of your silk dress without question. You both were extremely comfortable around one another.

Always were since kids.

Gently tugging around your bust, he was exposing more of your modest cleavage, and you were definitely not adorning an irritating bra in this heat today.

Looking up at Quinn, you noticed his face was slightly starting to deepen in shade. God, he looked so cute whenever he got flustered. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Quinn, to your surprise, proceeded to chastise you.

"You've always been my messy girl," he murmured to himself.

Hissing, you told him to shut up and snatched the cloth from his hand, similar to how he had done with your whiskey.

"YOU dropped it on me, Quinn. Thanks for your help, but I don't need you looking down my chest any longer," you quip back, a tone of deep teasing in your voice.

"Maybe it was all just a plan to finally see your big -"

"Oh, Quintin! Don't you dare be talking about my chest, or I swear to -"

"Your big smile," he finished, not hiding his cheeky grin at all.

Rolling your doe-eyes, you couldn't help but stick your middle finger up at him, like the brat that you were whenever in his presence.

Quinn, within a blink of an eye, grabbed your finger and began to twist it playfully around you, as if you two were wrestling.

However, this time, he had effortlessy wrapped his frame around your burning silhouette. Positioning himself steadily behind you, enclosing a tight fist around your palm while his other arm snaked around the lower end of your waist. He pulled your plump rear tight into his lower abdomen and held his upper weight on you as he pinned you against the counter. Your breasts were pressed firm against the ivory marble, spilling further out of your sundress.

Not being able to help yourself, you were stupidly aroused. You found yourself mindlessly swaying and grinding your hips into him, as if lost in the trance of a song that wasn't playing. You hadn't had a sip of alcohol but in this moment, you were lost in his touch completely.

God, did you feel terribly intoxicated by Quinn's charisma and body.

Without being able to see his face and usual blank eyes, you could hear Quinn's breath sharpen tightly and his cock begin to harden against you. The thin silk of your sundress rubbing against his manhood, as if he owned you.

Suddenly, Quinn let go of you while simultaneously pulling you back up and pushing all that was you away. Friends, yet strangers once more.

Spinning around, you tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ears and looked up at him terribly embarrassed. You pushed a line somehow and could read from his body language that he wasn't okay with it.

"Quinn, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"I promised your Dad I wouldn't let you drink while you were here."

Huh.

Pardon.

You simply stared at him dumbfounded and nervously let out an involuntary giggle.

"Funny, Quinn. I haven't been home in months, nor have I really spoken to Dad lately, so just say you're not comfortable with me drinking," you reply, a light-hearted tone to your voice.

It was true. The relationship you shared with your father was complicated. He worked hard throughout his life to make sure you were cared for, loved, and nurtured. Sure, his ways of showing it and teaching it was... not conventional to the majority, but you knew he adored you. All of you.

Through your terrible depressive episodes. When you gained over 80+ lbs to when you hit your gym phase. He accompanied and supported you through every change. Physical and mental.

Yet since moving out, you both had become distant and shared an obvious disconnect. You were learning and exploring more of the world without him and Mum; ever changing. Whereas he forever seemed to see you in the light of his meek, yet artistic little 5 year old. In need of protection, constant reassurance, and one-on-one attention.

You were trying so hard to find yourself on your own and you always knew your parents meant well, but to know that your father had no trust in you and felt the need to reach out to Quinn and forbid you from drinking, was disappointing in a way.

"Y/n, I'm not joking. Your Dad just doesn't know a lot of the people here, and he was worried... Which I understand. He trusts you completely, and so do I. He knows you can handle your own. He just worries and loves you like I d-".

Quinn stopped himself abruptly and brushed his hand through his unruly hair in mild distress. You'd seldom seen him like that, growing up. Fighting within himself.

His dark locks were starting to dry since coming out of the pool, curling at the ends and glistening in the golden hour that was beginning to shower through the windows.

Softening your gaze towards him, you understood where he was coming from and the weight of his and your Dad's concerns. You saw the same protectiveness in him.

"I get it Quinn.. actually, I-I think I'll, um, go give him a call and let him and Mum know what we've been up to today," you spoke, reaching for your phone off of the countertop. You suddenly felt insanely guilty.

"Of course, y/n. You give them a call while I get something from my room. And I'll meet you down here in 10? Let me make you something to eat, kitten. I haven't seen you eat anything since you came and I know you can't usually stomach anything when you fly."

Kitten. His only pet name for you. And rarely did he ever use it. So when he did, the weight that one word carried made your soul weep with love.

You couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Of course, he remembered how anxious you got on planes. Of course, he knew how you had your moments of struggling to fuel yourself. Of course, Quinn would always look after you.

Reaching forward, you placed a tight hold on his bicep and pulled him in to you. Placing a soft, small kiss on his cheek, you pulled away and gave him a big smile before turning on your heels and heading towards your room to call your folks.

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About 20 or so minutes had passed, and Quinn wasn't back yet. Your call with your Dad had gone exceptionally well. You reassured him you were alright and that Quinn was truly taking care of you, which made him sound more relaxed at the end of the call and, in general, content. It soothed you, knowing he was happy.

As soon as you hung up, you raced back upstairs in anticipation, thinking Quinn was waiting for you in the living area. He was never late.

However, he wasn't there. You even gone as far as to text him to let him know you were laying on the recliner under the pink, frilly blanket. Yet there was no rush to come and accompany you by all means. You were sure he was busy with his friends and hosting.

Unfortunately, when 10 minutes became 20 and he hadn't read your messages, you couldn't help yourself nor your impatience and impulsiveness.

Deciding to trudge up the many stairs towards Quinn's bedroom, you found yourself becoming giddy with excitement. You felt so deeply for him in this moment and only wished you could profuse to him how much you loved him to his core. You swore you had felt some type of reciprocation in the kitchen earlier by him. Perhaps not the sentiments of love, but you felt that Quinn did share some type of romantic feelings for you, right?

The younger Hughes' brothers had shown you earlier all of the bedrooms and living situations for the weekend when you had arrived. Thankfully, you were given the entire basement to yourself, which included a kitchen, living area, private balcony, masters and bathroom.

Eyeing each door that passed you in a blurry haze within the vast never-ending hall, you end up at Quinns door. Taking a deep breath in, you twisted the knob slowly so as not to scare Quinn. He was always a skiddish boy growing up. Especially when Luke, Jack, and yourself loved to prank the more serious brother growing up.

You couldn't even open the door fully, as a crack was enough to make your heart sink and brain numb.

Quinn sat on the edge of his bed, holding a small hand viscerally in his larger one, cooing sweet words towards someone. You watched helplessly as your throat dried, and he pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

"I'm always here. Forever. I promise you that."

Those were words you dreamt of hearing from Quinn in regards to yourself. Instead, you got the hard side of him or the teasing side or the cold side. The tough love.

You longed to be cared for and adored by him. Especially to be laid in his bed while he sat by your side.

Through teary eyes, you realized that the beautiful woman laid in his bed was, in fact, his ex-girlfriend.

Silently. Discreetly. You closed the door. As if you were a ghost. One that couldn't move on. Not seeking vengeance. Yet forever haunted by what you witnessed. And missed out on.

Hastily, your feet carried you back towards the hall in a frenzied mess and down the stairs as gentle sobs came out of your core.

There was no point still in thinking, dreaming, even. You and Quinn Hughes meant nothing more than friends. You felt even more embarrassed that you had essentially come onto him in the kitchen. Jesus Christ, y/n.

Just as your father saw you as a fragile little child, Quinn would always see you in the same light.

Yet, in your hazy, love stricken mind, you had sworn you had heard remnants of Quinn's sultry, soft voice call for you. Perhaps even shout desperately, as you made your cowardly escape back into your secluded basement. Alone again.

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♤ PART 2, to be continued... xo

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 12

A Class Two Intervention refers to the violation of Gallifreyan law resulting from a Time Lord setting themselves up as the God of another culture. The penalty for such an act is vaporization.

The Eighth Doctor has described his blood as "yummy" on several occasions.

The Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric once watched a play depicting how the First Doctor and Susan saved the planet Lemaria from the Megrati. The Fifth noticed that the actor playing the First was actually the Twelfth Doctor and then watched the Twelfth bluff the Megrati, thus preventing a second invasion.

After breaking her vortex manipulator and being it, a Time Agent in training named Keira Sanstrom tracked the Twelfth Doctor down to St. Luke's, dismantled Nardole, and kidnapped him to get her back to the planet Calandra.

Sarah Jane Smith caught the Black Death in London 1666.

The Fourth Doctor's body was once taken over by Rascla, and to defeat Rascla, he took over Sarah's mind. A brutal psychic battle ensued.

One time when the Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric went grocery shopping, the Master trapped them in the store by turning it into a maze, but they were able to find their way out by marking their trail with frozen peas.

The Tenth Doctor claimed that he had never flown a hot air balloon before when he flew one in 1851. However, this is not the case as the Fifth Doctor has also done so, but because of the many times he had lost his memories since that day, he likely does not remember it.

The Eighth Doctor has a purple Volkswagen Beetle.

The Daleks celebrate "Extermination Day" every other day of their calendar.

The Sixth Doctor once briefly considered swapping his signature outfit for a Santa Claus suit.

While guarding the Pandorica, Rory faced off several times against Merlin, who was himself trying to get the Pandorica and had poisoned Lancelot, funded all sorts of plots, and cast spells on Camelot to do so. Unbeknownst to Rory, Merlin is an alias that the Doctor used.

The Doctor's real name is 38 syllables long and incredibly difficult for a human to pronounce.

Due to extensive manipulation of the Doctor’s biodata, all origin stories are paradoxically equally true.

It's thought to be impossible to lie under the Time Winds, so it is thus often used during interrogations on Gallifrey.

In the far future, an incarnation of the Doctor is the tyrannical supreme leader of the universe called the Emperor.

The Doctor has traveled with Iris Wildthyme before, essentially as her companion.

The Master remembers the Rock Monsters to be "orange scrotum monsters.

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