#and I was told to stay stressfree

[devilsunsets]

my mom: *makes herself angry at something, rants to me about it, tells me to my face I caused her to rant because she’s angry me + my brothers don’t share her exact same opinions and christian faith and how I’m a bully for telling her not to read things that she knows will upset her, and I shouldn’t tell her things she already knows even though she did exactly the opposite to my advice* my mom two hours later: I wish my kids lived near me I don’t know what I did to make you all so different and live far away.

[doctorstethoscope]

Flour (Requested) 18+ || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

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request:  You’re home cooking dinner waiting for aaron to come home (jack is at a friends house for the night) the table is set dinner is almost done when he comes into the apartment and sees you all sweaty from cooking (my home doesn’t have central air so cooking anything means sweating 100%) hes just so relieved, happy, stressfree because you know you’re there and THEN OUT OF NOWHERW he can’t keep his hands off of you 

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contains: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI.  Oral sex (f receiving), food mention

wordcount: 1k

It’s hot-- too hot, really, to be doing anything other than sitting directly in front of a fan blowing at you on full power. But Aaron had called you this afternoon from the jet, let you know that he was on his way home, and you could tell from his tone that the case had been bad. 

“I should be home around seven,’ He’d told you, his voice unusually gravelly, like he’d been crying. Your heart wrenched at the thought. “How are you? How is Jack?” 

“We’re good, honey. I’m at home, Jack is staying at Paul’s place tonight. Do you want me to pick him up early?” You’d asked. You know that when your sweet man comes home from a rough case, sometimes the only way to soothe him is to make sure that his family is all within arm’s reach-- so he knows they’re safe, that they haven’t encountered the evils that he is so intimate with. 

“No, no, let him have his night with his friends.” Aaron assured you. “Paul’s got a pool, anyways. It’s too hot for him to sit around the house.” 

“Okay, I’ll be here when you get home. I love you, and I’ll see you soon.” You assured him in return. 

“Love you,” he said before hanging up the phone.

Which is how you’d ended up at the grocery store, and then back at your apartment, preheating the oven as you started to make one of Aaron’s favorite comfort meals, chicken pot pie. 

You made this every year, on Aaron’s birthday in November, when the weather was far more favorable for something this labor-intensive. A quick glance at the clock tells you that you need to move quickly if you want to feed your husband at any reasonable hour. You chop up the vegetables, set them to saute with the chicken and broth while you dust the countertop with flour and start to roll out the dough you’d made for your pie crust. You’re setting the edges with the prongs of a fork when you hear Aaron’s key in the door-- you smile. 

“Hon?” he calls out into the apartment when he doesn’t find you on the couch. 

“In here!” You call back, opening the oven and bending over to put the pie in when he appears in the kitchen. 

“What’s all this?” He asks, seeing the detritus around the kitchen. He’s not unhappy, just surprised. 

“Just dinner,” you say offhandedly, not wanting to make a big deal of the gesture-- you were happy to do it for him. 

“You didn’t have to do all that,” he tells you. “I could have picked up takeout.” 

“I wanted you to come back to something homemade,” you tell him simply. 

Suddenly recognizing that he’s neglected a husbandly duty, Aaron puts his briefcase down and crosses the kitchen to kiss you. 

“Welcome home,” you smiled in between kisses. You move to separate from him, but Aaron has other plans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his chest, and you laugh. “I’m sweaty and gross,” you warn as he leans down to kiss your neck. 

“Perfect,” he mutters against your skin. “You’re perfect.”

This is another symptom that Aaron displays if a case has gone awry-- he needs to be close to you, as close as possible, and you know that this is his way of asking. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face down to your chest. 

“Missed you,”  you tell him as he kisses every bit of skin that your tank top has left exposed. His hands are already fingering the hem of it, pushing it up your stomach to expose more area for his lips. You run a hand through his hair as your head falls back.

With your eyes shut, it’s impossible to anticipate that Aaron would have lifted you up by the thighs and placed you on the counter. 

“There’s flour everywhere,” you warn him. “You’ll ruin your suit.” 

“I don’t care,” he growls against the shell of your ear, and the sound of it shoots straight to your core. “Need you.” 

“Take me,” you whisper back. “Yours. Take me.” 

He needs no further encouragement, moving to pull your flimsy pajama shorts down your legs, so slowly you think he might be making a meal of it. He kisses every inch of flesh as he exposes it, so tantalizingly slow and warm that you’re practically bucking your hips before your panties even hit the floor. When Aaron finally makes his way to the apex of your thighs, you’re glistening with your own slick, bare before him and whining out impatiently. When he presses a chaste kiss to your clit, you nearly jump off the counter, but he holds your hips in place.

He laps at you in earnest, drinking from you as you pull his hair harshly by the root. You feel the flour from the countertop sticking to the small of your back, can see the white powder staining the cuffs of Aaron’s shirt, but you’re too awash in pleasure to care. He’s gentle with you, but that doesn’t mean the feeling of his mouth moving against you, of his nose against your clit, of his tongue between your folds, is any less intoxicating. Your orgasm surprises you--- the buildup had been such a temperate crescendo that you hadn’t had time to prepare yourself, and you cry out, moaning Aaron’s name as he guides you through your peak, then continuing to lap at you afterwards to clean up your mess. 

Once you’ve regained sensation in your legs, you hop off the counter, noting the severe tent in Aaron’s pants. “Need some help there?” 

“Yes,” he nods, his eyes begging for you as his lips pout. “But maybe in the shower? We’re sweaty and covered in flour.” 

You throw your head back in a laugh. “I warned you!” You reminded him, dragging him gleefully towards the bathroom.

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[random-imagines-blog]

If Ever {Inception Arthur x Reader One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1748 Summary: You and Arthur are at the Doctor’s appointment for your pregnancy check-up.

Arthur’s habit of leaning back in chairs never stopped, despite the fact that Eames often liked to mess with him when he did that. He was feeling rather safe in this Doctor’s office now, though. Leaning back, he was writing things in that little black notebook that he always had with him while you sat on the examining bed. You watched him with a smile as he tapped his pen against his lips, seemed to get an idea, and then wrote it down. “Say, what do you think of the name Michelle?” He questioned. “I think it’s rather pretty.” Before you had time to give him a reply, the door opened, startling Arthur into nearly falling backwards. Or he would have if it wasn’t for the wall that was behind him, keeping him up. He leaned forward and nearly jumped off of the chair, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, hello Doctor, you startled me.”

“Hello Arthur,” Your family Doctor smiled as she came into the room. She did give the chair a quick glance and your husband sat back down. “How are we all feeling today?”

“A little bit of morning sickness still,” You admitted, holding your swollen belly. “And kicking up a storm - so at least I know that they’re alive in there.”

“A very good sign,” The doctor said with a nod. She noticed the book that was in Arthur’s hands, though it was hard not to. He was always fiddling with the thing. “Are you still trying to decide on names?”

“Arthur is having a hard time sticking to one,” You complained, smiling at your husband as the Doctor sat down at her desk and put your name into the computer to pull up your charts. “It seems like every hour he’s suggesting a new one.”

“Michelle,” Arthur chimed in. “Reminds me of France - remember when we went to France?”

“How could I forget?” You laughed, looking down at your stomach. “You know - we still haven’t even figured out if it’s a boy or a girl, Arthur. There’s no need to get stuck on a name yet. We don’t have to worry about it for a while...”

“Oh, the time will be sneaking on you before you know it,” The Doctor said, reading through your medical history. “We’re just going to start with blood pressure, okay?”

“Okay,” You nodded. You tried to make yourself comfortable but the extra weight that you had put on from this pregnancy was making your back ache. You focused on the handsome face of your husband across from you to try to make this go a little smoother. He was just trying to stay out of the Doctor’s way, but continually kept up eye contact with you, especially as the strap was velcroed around your arm.

“I just like things to be planned out, no surprises,” Arthur said, being his usual self. There wasn’t much that was spontaneous about him, but you loved that. He was always reliable. He was someone that you could count on even when times seemed to be at their roughest. He was the man with the plan, and though many of his friends tended to think he was boring, you saw it as a turn on. It was romantic that he planned to be alone and intimate with you when you were at your most fertile, because you both had plans to create this family. And here you were, five months later.

“Blood pressure is a little higher than normal, which is good,” The Doctor said, taking the cuff off of you and typed something into her computer. “May I feel your stomach for a minute?”

“Of course,” You said, popping up your shirt so that your stomach was exposed. It had been a couple of days since your belly button had changed. It had once been an innie but now was an out. “They’ve been kicking enough to pop it out,” You joked with the doctor who smiled.

She did a couple of soothing motions across your stomach, just feeling around. You closed your eyes and attempted to relax. Arthur was the only one who you let touch your stomach. “Good, good,” The doctor said, letting go of you to type into the computer again. “So, now’s the time for the big question. Do you want to know the sex?”

You looked over at Arthur who looked thrilled at the question. You couldn’t deny him that, not after that smile took over his entire face. “Yes, that would be great,” You said with a nod. “Though, of course, it only matters that they’re healthy in there.”

“Of course,” The doctor said. “Why don’t you lay back for me.”

You did so, feeling much more comfortable lying down than you were sitting up. You rubbed your stomach as the Doctor started to get the ultrasound machine ready. ‘Alright, my little sweet potato,” You thought to the baby as you caressed your own skin. You had a book all about the growth of fetuses, and that’s about how big your little one was now. You never told Arthur about that, having the feeling he wouldn’t like it if you kept referring to your child by food names.

Arthur couldn’t sit still in the chair anymore. He was getting too excited, his hands were starting to shake. He came and stood next to you, on the opposite side of the doctor, and held your hand in his. “This will be a little bit cold,” The doctor warned.

And it was. The gel that was put onto your stomach was enough to make you yelp. Which in turn made Arthur make a little squeaking noise in fear. Once you were over the feeling, you started to laugh though, and kissed the top of Arthur’s hand. “Sorry, it still managed to surprise me.”

“It happens all the time,” The Doctor chuckled. The gel was rubbed around and you looked up at Arthur’s red face. He was always embarrassed whenever he had a small outburst. You just kissed his hand again and smiled up at him. He was so undeniably handsome, it was easy to get lost in your own head when you were looking at his features. His dark eyes. His perfectly combed hair. Those protruding cheekbones.

God, you were so in love with this ridiculously good-looking man. Even if he did wear a lot of beige for a man his age. He somehow made it endearing.

“I wear this to blend in so you can stand out even more,” he told you whenever you poked fun at his clothing.

The machine touched your stomach. You both looked at the screen together, along with the Doctor. At first it was hard to tell what was what - everything was black and white. It looked more like a rorsach test than a baby, at least until the Doctor started to point things out. “All is looking good...” The Doctor said, both to herself and to you. You were beaming with joy. All that you wanted was positive news. You would have been devastated if it was bad. “So, are you sure that you want to know the sex?”

“Absolutely,” You said with a nod. Arthur mimed the sentiment.

The doctor moved the machine just a little bit, then announced to you, “It’s a boy!”

“No Michelle then,” You chuckled, squeezing Arthur’s hand. “Guess we’re going back to the name book.”

“And look,” The doctor said, calling your attention  back. “He’s sucking his little thumb. Would you like me to print off some pictures for you?”

“We’d love that, thank you.”

After going through a list of questions about how you’ve been eating, how much exercise that you’ve been getting, if you’ve been taking your pre-natal vitamins, how much sleep you’ve been getting a night, you were given a copy of the ultrasound pictures and making an appointment for a couple of weeks into the future to be checked up again. All in all, your baby was healthy.

There was no such thing as a stressfree pregnancy, especially when you had a husband who liked to have a plan in place for anything that could happen. His stress often stressed you out. But you were healthy despite this, and you were excited to go out for a big lunch to feed you and the baby. Arthur had promised to take you out after this appointment. “So where are you taking us?” You asked, putting your seatbelt on. It felt a little tight and uncomfortable, but you lowered the strap to be around your pelvis rather than your bloated tummy.

“Wherever you want to go,” Arthur said, but he was stalling from starting up the car. He had taken hold of those Ultrasound pictures and was looking over them, again and again. Like he was trying to find something wrong. You reached out and put your hand gently on his knee, trying to draw his attention back to you.

“Babe, everything is fine. You heard the Doctor. A healthy baby boy. And we’re only halfway through the pregnancy so we still have time to pick a name. Actually... there’s been one on my mind for a while now...” You bit your lip, ready to tease him, ready to make him snap back to reality.

“What name?” Arthur asked, looking up from the picture to look at you. You really tried hard to put on a face like you were considering something that was really important. Like it was trying to burst out of you.

“I’ve been thinking....”

“Yes?” Arthur asked, impatient.

“Eames.”

“What?” Arthur’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, and then was taken over by a grumpy expression. “Definitely not.”

“Oh come on, it sounds a bit pretty, don’t you think?” You asked, nudging him with your elbow. It was enough for him to set the pictures down on his lap and start up the car.

“I’ll just make you some toast when we get home,” Arthur said as revenge, starting to drive away from the Doctor’s office. You laughed, but accepted it - knowing that once you got back to your house, you would be able to convince him, for the baby’s sake, to make something delicious.

[wyloapp-blog]

Overcome the Barriers of Learning and Networking on the Internet

The Internet is the gateway to immense possibilities.

The advent of the internet has made everyone a publisher. I find it amazing how people can now share their chunk of knowledge with the whole world from the comfort of their homes. All that’s required is for them to type or record on the screen and upload it on the web.

It never ceases to amaze me how far we’ve come in the past few decades.

All this has created a gargantuan virtual storehouse of content — text, audio, and video. You and I can read, listen, or watch and learn about just anything we want to. And there’s so much content for everything on the internet that it will be impossible for us to consume all of it in a lifetime.

There is also an enormous pool of people who share the same interest as you; so much so that you wouldn’t bother knowing all of them. But some, of course.

I have made some highly valuable connections on various platforms. Some of them ended up becoming friends, some became business partners, while others were excellent teachers. I can’t be thankful enough to how much value the internet has added to my life.

This ability to connect with anyone around the world without having to move from our desk is probably one of the top benefits the Internet has showered upon us. It opens countless new doors for us when we connect with like-minded people.

I can say it without a doubt that it is for the first time in human history that people all over the world are so well connected. It’s for the first time that accessing information has become a matter of a few clicks.

But I still find many people who struggle to utilize the internet at its best. They fail to leverage the countless opportunities it offers.

As far as I have analyzed, there are three primary reasons for that.

Ask yourself, how many people have you come across who barely know what they are actually interested in? Maybe your name too echos in your mind as an answer.

That happens.

Many of us lack self-awareness about what we are interested in and what we want to do next in life.

That is primarily because of two reasons: first, we do not explore the different types of things we can do and second, if we find something slightly interesting, we do not put in enough time to grow better at it. The latter eventually leads us to lose whatever bit of interest we develop in a particular thing.

When we do not know what we are interested in, it gets difficult to use the internet to our favour. We do not feel the desire to learn anything, hence, missing out on a lot of opportunities.

Well, yes, too much irrelevant or useless information is only as good as no information at all.

For example, many self-proclaimed gurus on the internet promise they’ll tell you the “exact formula” they used to earn 7 figures.

Let me break it to you: most of these people themselves do not earn a seven-figure income. They just use that gimmick to fool you into buying their course or book a consultation with them that would help you get nowhere.

Besides, there is also too much information available on the internet for every particular thing. And it’s scattered all over. To find something and decide what’s best to learn from and what’s not is another hectic and time taking procedure. Most wouldn’t want to delve into it.

A platform that streamlines information and presents it to people in the form of sorted feed can go a long way in such a case.

As of October 2019, there are 4.48 billion active users of the internet. That’s a lot of people, yes.

And that’s a great thing unless you’re told to find like-minded people from that crowd.

Some might end up finding too many of them while some would end up with none.

Finding the right people on the internet can amplify people’s career, and I can vouch for that. I’ve always sought to connect with industry seniors who can guide me in the right direction.

Not everyone you connect with may agree to help you — maybe most don’t — but even if one person does, that can boost your career in unexpected ways.

But, well, searching those people on the internet isn’t a cakewalk.

Search filters on social media platforms do help to some extent, but it would be far better if only a networking platform automatically suggested the right people to us based on our interest. Instead of us going to look for them, it would be the platform that brings their profile to us. Sounds amazing, doesn’t it?

So, as I listed, there are three primary problems you face while trying to utilize the complete potential of the internet:

1. Lack of Awareness About Your Interests,

2. Information Overload, and

3. Difficulty Finding the Right People.

The best solution would be a platform such as Wylo that helps you explore various topics based on what you have the slightest interest in. Then it also brings you the most relevant and interesting content related to those topics. The stressfree method of finding the best content would help you explore more about a particular topic without having to take the burden of searching relevant information by yourself. This further boosts your interest in that topic, which would go on to give you a direction to head in.

Once you realize what you are actually interested in, it would be time for you to connect with like-minded people to learn from them and collaborate with them for bigger things. And guess what… Wylo also helps you easily do that.

Even if you already know what you are interested in, the type of content you want and what people you want to connect with, Wylo is a platform where you can do all that in just a few clicks.

Leveraging the potential of the internet is a crucial factor for everyone in today’s time. And those who know how to best do it are the ones who stay ahead of others. So, it’s best if you get started now to make the most out of what the internet has to offer.

Ready? Let’s do it.

[john-dontcallmejohn-murphy]

Stuck in Traffic (Murphy AU)

Summary: Reader needs to get home before the holidays and ends in a car-share with Murphy. Unfortunately they are not the only ones trying to get somewhere.

Note: Once upon a time (last year) I started a Christmascalendar of Murphy-AUs. But never published them. I wanted to do it this year before Christmas but work occupied me a little. Also I’m not sure it will reach anyone (maybe its a tumblr thing...)

Anyway: have fun, let me know what you think and have a beautiful time -  let is be stressfree :*

It was cold and you saw your breaths in the air. Even though you were wearing gloves, a fluffy scarf and a beanie you were freezing. It was the last day in you study city and you just wanted to get back home – mainly because it would be warm there.

Usually you would already been on your way home but your car broke down five days ago and was stuck at the autoshop. They had call you the day before and consoled you that your car would be fixed but just after the holidays. So you became grumpy and sat through class trying to organize your ride home. Most of your friends didn't live even close to your hometown and it was a desperate attempt when you hang a notice to find a ride. When no-one called or texted after three days you started to find other ways but every bus was booked and there seemed no way out. You even considered staying behind when a text came in. It was just after ten in the evening and it seemed like a sign.

>>can give you a lift. I'll pick you up  tomorrow, 11am, library – main entrance <<

For a moment you had been staring at your screen and images of murder rushed through your head. But honestly – it was this ride or no ride so you texted back to be there.

So there you were. All packed up, in front of the library and it was half past eleven. You were stood up. 15 minutes ago you had thought about texting where he (or she?) but you tried to be optimistic – the season asked for that, right?

At least no other living being was around and could see you suffering. It was 11:37 when you decided to go back to your dorm, order in and just try to find a new ride. Or flight. Or anything when a old dark blue Volvo pulled up the street and stop just in front of you. Dressed in shades of black and grey your driver exited and stood in the open door.

“You hang the flyer?” he asked monotone. “You're late.” There was no guilt ghosting his eyes but a grin growing around his mouth. “Then let get going.” He walked around his car and opened the trunk for you. The windows in the back were all darkened and you just handed him your luggage. The murder-thoughts came back and you just went for it and jumped in the car. As soon as the trunk was closed your driver joined you. He saw you eying the car with suspects.

“Don't make that face. It's a classic 240 estate.” “Did it make you late because it didn't start?” When he turned the key you were proven wrong and the ride begun. Strands of his brown hair fell into his face and you couldn't see his eyes. Anyway they should be on the road. “I'm Murphy, by the way. John Murphy.” “I'm Y/N, John Murphy. Thanks for giving me a ride.” “You are not there yet.” Oh, great. You stared at the glove box. Next year you would book a flight and a bus just in case your car would break down! A chuckle caught your attention. Murphy looked at you for a second. “I'm joking, Y/N. I won't kill you.” He fumbled with the radio and turn it on. Christmas music was filling the air and it made you settling in a little more. You took your gloves and beanie off as you entered the freeway. Slowly the conversation between the two of you grew. Murphy lived two towns away from yours and had started just as you two years ago. He intended to get home earlier but an belated essay made him stay behind. Other than you he was a single child and listened politely to your babbling over holidays with you're to know-it-all brothers. He even made a few proposals to knock them down what made you laugh hard in the passengers seat. Two hours into your ride you felt quite good. Murphy wasn't a constant talker there was silence just as much. It were three more hours and you drifted off slowly.

Something changed and you blinked trying to figure out your surroundings.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

The cursing to your left got your attention. When Murphy saw you awake he cursed because he thought he had woken you.

“You didn't. Whats going on?” “We're stuck. Traffic. It was just on the news. It's a full closure”, with both hands flat on the wheel he leaned back into the seat and nudged to the road in front of them. He was right – red lights filled the road and not a single car was moving. “So... what do we do?” He laughed under his breath. “That sounded like the start of a very adult-contant movie, Y/N” With your gloves you slapped playfully against his arm. “Oh, hush - I have a fully charged notebook and some movies.” “Not getting better”, he continued and seemed to enjoy the way your face burnt up. “What kind of movies”, he finally asked. “Would you stop already?  It's.. oh, well – it's Disney. “ He stared in disbelieve but with a smirk. “Ok. I have tea. Let's move.” He jumped out and left you without an answer. You heard the trunk open and looked in the back. Murphy looked at you with an arched eyebrow as if he were just waiting for you. The back of the car was completely remodeled. There were no seats but an big area with blankets and even pillows. It actually looked amazing. You climbed out of the car and followed John around the car. He had already kicked of his shoes and waited for you to climb in. Waving the driver behind the car he closed the trunk and settled into the pillows. While you were looking for the notebook you heard him pour the tea out of the Thermos. “We only have one cup.” You shrugged your shoulders and settled into the pillow behind the passengers seat. As the Disney-Castle appeared he told you that he uses his car for weekend trips into the woods and likes sleeping here more than in a tent. He even had installed some chains of light and turned them on. “if we don't make it on time this is just perfect for Christmas”, you said as he handed you the cup. The way his face beamed made you smile. Yep, perfect for Christmas.

[grawsay]

Christmas Baby

It's funny how things changed and i hate it you were my best friend now you're a stranger i was your main chick while you were chasing paper Your ride or die saving you from them haters You relied on me  i relied on you now im guessing its true while i was being your boo i was losing you now im losing me baby can't you see the way you changed is hurting me

when i met you first you told me you were obsessed getting me was the center of your happiness I was your silver lining when you were all so stressed now my life is mess cause my baby left now we're lacking sex but we aint lacking stress all we do is argue and end up vex drifting apart from each other with each violent text we say we're done but there's a next, next and a next It's funny how things change and i hate it we used to stay up all night conversation lit i broke down my walls too eeeasy i admit now i don't even know this guy im with you relied on me i relied on you now im guessing its true while i was being your boo i was losing you now im losing me baby can't you see the way you changed  is hurting me

Now im retracing my steps where did i go wrong? im breaking down cause maybe im not strong so i put my feelings here in this damn song its been this way too long cant even  play along It's funny how things change and i hate it our love was pure, our bond was rich now im crying infront of you and you're being a dick How was i supposed to know that you're gonna switch? I used to feel like im your queen now im just some bitch if you was really the realest we wont be fighting it if we put our pride aside we'll rekindle it do you even care about us a little bit? so im overdosing on some pills and potions he playing with my emotions baby we should be growing, instead we just losing You relied on me i relied on you now im guessing its true while i was being your boo i was losing you now im losing me baby can't you see the way you changed is hurting me x2

i miss being your lady, you were my christmas baby now it's just you hating and me being  shady on socialmedia i miss the days when youwere my encyclodpedia you stopped giving me attention i got greedier i was replaced being your stressfree medium when i was crying  you were my comedian now you're saying you dont need me .. really now? it's funny how things change and i hate it youre saying this is normal in a relationship im always tripping you're saying i should get a grip im really just not used to this distance shit so i play it cool broke some rules start relying on me and stop needing you we falling apart and idk what to do im feeling like maybe im just a fool you relied on me i relied on you now im guessing its true while i was being your boo i was losing you now im losing me baby can't you see the way you changed is hurting me