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Epiphany Pt. 13: Forever Winter

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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Song Inspo: Forever Winter by Taylor Swift

A/N: this chapter was painful to write, and we're not even to the painful part yet...this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: With General Patton's forces breaking through the line in late December, Easy finally gets the supplies and gear it needs. Doc is able to take (y/n) to the aid station where she gets less-than-favorable news.

Warnings: mentions of injuries

DECEMBER 29TH, 1944: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM:

On December 26th, Patton’s forces finally broke through the German lines, allowing crucial supplies to be delivered to the front. Easy received much-needed winter clothing–coats, scarves, winter caps–and essential supplies like ammunition, food, and medical provisions. Nix had to all but force (y/n) to go with Eugene to get her wrist proper medical attention. Doctors at the new aid station examined it and determined that she did indeed have a small break in her right wrist. They soon put a hard cast on it that went from her knuckles to her forearm and admitted her to the field hospital.

After one night of being in the hospital, regardless of its warmth and cozy beds, her heart ached to be back with Easy. The men were her family, and being away from them in the lonely hospital, surrounded by agony and pain, made her want nothing more than to be with them again.

(Y/n) quickly gathered her things and discreetly walked through the halls, pulling her coat securely over her cast to hide it from any hospital staff. She made her way to the front of the building and exited into the cold air. After being in the warmth of the hospital for a little while, the icy wind sent a shiver down her spine.

“Back to reality,” she whispered to herself, attempting to pull a glove over her casted hand. Unable to stretch the glove over the cast, she groaned and put on her left one. As she was fishing through her pockets for a pair of her extra socks, a voice called out to her.

“Need a ride?” a man asked, sitting behind the wheel of a nearby jeep.

(Y/n) paused her movements and walked over to him, the freshly fallen snow crunching under her boots. “Yeah. Can you take me to the 506th?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded, cranking up the jeep with a rumble. “Hop in.”

Quirking a smile, she got in quickly, checking behind her for doctors or nurses. “Thank you so much. I don’t think I could last another second in there.”

The man chuckled as he pressed on the gas, propelling them down the road. “Going AWOL?”

“How’d you guess?” (y/n) replied, her eyebrow raised.

“Well, you do have a cast on your hand…”

“True, true,” she smirked, looking down at her hand. Suddenly, she remembered what she was doing when he had called out to her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an extra pair of socks, sliding both onto her right hand in a makeshift glove.

(Y/n) sighed, wiggling her fingers. “God bless Skip Muck.”

He glanced over at her questioningly. “What’s that?”

“Oh,” she chuckled, sitting up in the seat. “It’s just something my friend says. ‘Feet, hands, neck, balls. Extra socks warms them all.’”

The laughter that bubbled from his lips was contagious, and (y/n) found herself wheezing as she joined in. “Your friend sure seems like a hoot…” the man grinned, dragging out his last word as if prompting for her name.

“(Y/l/n). Corporal (y/n) (y/l/n),” she replied, a proud smile gracing her lips.

“Well, (y/l/n). Nice to meet ya. I’m PFC Jerry Barnes. It’s an honor to meet an Athena in person. I’ve only heard about y’all through the grapevine.”

“The honor’s mine. Otherwise, I’d be stuck in that dreadful hospital.”

They continued conversing for a little while until they came rumbling down to a stop amongst the trees of the Ardennes near Easy.

“Here we are, ma’am,” Jerry remarked, nodding at her as he readjusted his helmet. “It was nice to meet you.”

(Y/n) got out of the jeep and pulled her M-1 back over her shoulder. “Likewise, Jerry. Thanks again!” she called, walking toward the line.

After a few minutes of hiking through the heavy snow, she found Captain Winters outside his foxhole talking to Lip, whose brow was creased as he spoke.

“I don’t know, sir. We haven’t seen him.”

Dick sighed, rubbing his cheek as he turned, hearing her approaching footsteps. “(Y/n), how’s the arm?” he asked, dismissing Lipton with a nod.

“Fine, sir,” she replied with a plastered smile, tugging at her right sleeve which had ridden up slightly.

His eyes caught the movement and he tilted his head, the corner of his lips downturned as his blue eyes stared at her in a disapproving glare. “(Y/n). What did the doctors say?”

“I’m alright,” she sighed, pulling off her sock glove and revealing the cast. “I want to go back with the guys, sir.”

Winters’ eyes widened at the bright white cast, and he shook his head. “(Y/n), go back to the aid station.”

“Sir, if I stay there the whole time I’ve got the cast, it’ll be a month, and a lot can happen in a month. I really would like to be here.”

His piercing eyes bore into hers for a few moments before a small smirk grew on his face. “Go on,” he nodded, pointing to the cast. “But don’t let Nix come after me when he sees that.”

(Y/n) let out a breath and pulled the sock back on her hand. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“I don’t know where he is,” Dick started, burying his face into his scarf, “but I’ll let him know you’re back.”

Grinning, she started to make her way to the boys, following the sound of their laughter that echoed through the woods. (Y/n) managed to make it to the outskirts of Easy’s foxholes when a familiar voice spoke behind her.

”Why aren’t you at the aid station?”

(Y/n) froze, her steps coming to a halt at the voice. She let out a small huff of air and turned around to see Lew. His face was void of emotion, but his glare was simmering with frustration.

“Because I didn’t need to be there,” she stated plainly, attempting to stay calm under his scrutinizing gaze. She’d never seen Lew angry before. Not like this.

He slowly took a few steps toward her, trying to conceal his emotions as he reached out for her wrist. “Show me your arm.”

Looking away, she ripped off the sock and held up her right arm. He took it gently, inspecting the cast. “I’m fine, Lew. Really.”

Nix scoffed under his breath, eyes unmoving from her wrist. “If you were fine, you wouldn’t ha-”

“What do you want me to do?” she cried, eyes narrowing as she ripped her arm from his grasp. “Stay there for a month until I get this off?”

Lew watched her for a moment, his teeth clenched. “(Y/n/n), I’m not saying that you have to stay there for a month, but-”

“But what? But what, Lewis? If anyone else goes AWOL, good for them, right? So why is it such a bad thing that I did, huh? Tell me that.”

His eyes hardened, hurt flashing through them momentarily. “This isn’t about anyone else. It’s about you. It’s about you being reckless. Do you even understand how dangerous this is?”

“Reckless? How am I being reckless?” she defended, her voice firm as she threw her hands up.

“You can’t just brush off a fractured wrist and go back to the line, (y/n),” Nix’s voice rose, betraying his anxiety. “You’re in a cast for crying out loud. You can’t hold a weapon correctly, you can’t carry heavy gear, and even simple tasks will be a struggle. You need to be realistic about this.”

“Lew, you just don’t get it!” (Y/n) exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration.

His expression turned stern as he looked at her. “No, you don’t get it. You’re injured, and being out here, you’re putting yourself and everyone at risk.”

“I can’t just sit around in some aid station while the people I care about are out here,” she retorted, her tone defiant.

“Of course, you can’t,” he acknowledged. “But you can’t be out here with a broken wrist either. You’ll make it worse, and then you’ll really be useless.”

The word ‘useless’ hit her like a punch to the gut. Anger and hurt surged through her veins, and her face flushed red. “Useless? Is that what you think of me?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant-,” he tried to backtrack after realizing the harsh words that had left his mouth.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Nixon!” she snapped, cutting him off. “If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should just leave you be, then.”

Lew grabbed her arm, trying to make her understand. “That’s not what I think at all. You’re not a burden to anyone, especially not me. We need you here…I need you.”

(Y/n) shook her arm free, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. “You just said I’m useless. What am I supposed to believe?”

Nix sighed, his frustration mirroring hers. “I messed up and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. You’re not useless, but you’re hurt, and you need to be careful.”

“But you did say it, Lew. You said it,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And I need to be careful? Careful so I don’t get in the way?”

“No, careful so you don’t hurt yourself more,” he said desperately, trying to choose his words more carefully.

Her anger blazed into a wildfire as she sneered at him. “Right, because I’m so fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant. Please, (y/n), listen,” he pleaded.

She shook her head, the hurt and anger bubbling up her throat. “I can’t do this right now. I need some space.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and stormed off, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions. She needed to be alone to process the argument and figure out how to get rid of the frustration and hurt that threatened to consume her. Lew watched her go, regret and worry gnawing at him, knowing he had let his worry for her safety come out in the wrong way.

(Y/n) furiously wiped away the stray tears that fell down her cheeks as she finally arrived at her foxhole. Skip, Luz, and Penkala stared up at her, worry evident in their gazes.

“Please tell me you didn’t hear all that,” she whispered, her voice weak.

George nervously glanced at Skip, who was shaking his head. “Hear what?”

“Thank you,” she murmured as she settled down beside Skip, knowing they probably heard every word of the argument. “I missed you guys.”

“We missed you, too,” Skip smiled, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Now what did the docs say?”

She held up her arm, pulling the sleeve back slowly. “Fractured.”

“Oh (y/n),” George winced, his face screwing up into a grimace. “How long do you have to wear it?”

“Supposedly four to six weeks,” the (y/h/c) replied, ”but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Did you go AWOL?” Skip asked from beside her.

Alex rolled his eyes and smacked Muck’s hole-ridden helmet. “Of course she did, idiot. They wouldn’t let anyone back out here with a cast.”

“You’re dumber than I thought, Skip,” George laughed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

JANUARY 3RD, 1945: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM

“I’m telling you, boys,” Bill Guarnere grumbled, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air. “We’re screwed.”

(Y/n) nodded her head at the statement, wrapping her coat even closer to her body as she sat in her foxhole beside Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, and Bill. The bitter chill of the January day seemed to penetrate every layer of clothing, and the memories that usually warmed her did nothing but chill her further. She hadn’t spoken to Lew since their argument, and she didn’t plan to. There was still so much to sort through in her mind.

Penkala scoffed. “If you ask me, I’m glad Lieutenant Dike’s never around.”

“Hey, you know what?” Malarkey chimed in, tucking his hands under his armpits. “We’re doing alright, even with Foxhole Norman.”

The group eyed him skeptically, and Bill was the first to voice the concern that hung in the air. “Yeah, Don, we’re doing alright. We’re doing alright now. In case you ain’t noticed, there’s a little town down the hill over there. And in that town are these guys called Germans. And these Germans got tanks,” he gritted, shivering as he sat on the edge of the hole.

Don sighed, his gaze drifting to the frozen ground. “I know.”

“Yeah,” Guarnere continued. “And our side’s gonna wanna go into that town. You wanna take one guess who they’re gonna want to go knocking on the damn doors?”

“I know, Bill. It’s me you’re talking to here,” An irritated Don replied.

He didn’t stop his tirade, much to Penkala’s amusement. He looked over at (y/n), expecting at least a smirk on her lips, but all he saw was a numb expression. The same one she’d had since she got back from the aid station. “Gosh, we’ve gotta do all this with a CO who’s got his head so far up his frickin’ ass that lump in his throat is his damn nose.”

Every word Bill said was true, and (y/n) found herself wishing they could have anyone else as their CO. When they’d arrived at their new position, Dike saw her without her helmet and about had a heart attack.

“You’re a woman,” he said, staring at her with wide eyes.

(Y/n) looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, sir.”

“This is no place for a woman, doll.”

“Were you not informed of the Athena program, sir?” she asked, her dislike for him growing by the second.

“Oh, um…yes. Carry on, ma’am.”

“It’s corporal, sir,” she corrected. “Corporal (y/l/n).”

His gaze shifted to something in the distance, and he began walking past her, shouldering his rifle with a yawn. “Ah, yes. Carry on, ma’am.”

The woman stared daggers at his back as he walked off, not to be seen for hours. No one knew where he went when he disappeared. He’d sometimes say he was needed at regiment HQ, but most of the time, he just wandered off.

“You know,” (y/n) began, looking over at Skip beside her. “He refuses to call me by my rank like everyone else. It’s always doll, sweetheart, or some other crap like that. I can’t stand it.”

“The dude’s a class-A idiot if you ask me. Good ole foxhole Norman,” Muck mused, the corner of his quivering lips quirking into a smirk. “He’s almost as bad as Sobel.”

“At least Sobel addressed me by my rank.”

“Hey 1st Sergeant,” Skip called over her shoulder where Lipton was approaching the group.

Lip smiled, sitting next to Guarnere. “Hey, boys, and gal,” he replied. “Hey, Muck. What’s the word?”

“Oh, you know. Sitting around freezing our asses off,” he paused, smirking at (y/n). “Singing Dike’s praises.”

“Well, I’ll tell you. I wouldn’t wanna be a replacement officer coming in here, getting thrown in with a group of guys who’ve known each other for what? Two years?”

The group watched, soaking in his words.

“That have been in combat together since Normandy. You’re supposed to just show up and lead them? How’s a guy do that? How could anyone really hope to gain the respect of the toughest, most professional, most dedicated sons-of-bitches in the entire ETO? Huh?”

‘Treat them with some respect,’ (y/n) thought to herself. Lip did make some sense, though, even if Dike himself was incompetent.

“So if you ask me, a guy’d have to march off to Berlin and come back with Hitler’s mustache or something.”

Bill was the first to laugh, his chuckle floating into the air, followed by the rest of the group. (Y/n) could picture it…Dike holding Hitler’s mustache, and it became the funniest thing she’d thought about in days, besides the Hinkle situation, of course. That was a classic that would never be topped.

Carwood looked at her laughing face, a serious expression painting his own. “Anyway, listen. You guys don’t worry about Dike, alright?”

“Yeah,” they all murmured collectively, and (y/n) nodded, her laughter coming to an end.

“We all do our jobs, everything’ll be fine,” the sergeant finished, patting Bill’s leg before getting up and walking away.

“See ya, Sarge!” Muck called.

“Yeah, boy.”

As Lip walked away, they all pondered his words. Maybe they were holding Dike to an unreasonably high standard. Maybe they needed to lay off the man.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever respect Dike,” (y/n) began, staring up at the snow falling in the foxhole. “He’s going to get us killed.”

The group nodded in agreement, each becoming caught in their thoughts. In battle, there is no time to get lost in your mind: one’s sole objective is to survive. In a foxhole, however, there is little else you can do. The hours tick by as you stare ahead of you at the unchanging scenery, back and legs aching at your cramped position. In the silence, your inner monsters start to taunt you, poking and prodding at your mind like it's an animal in a cage, unable to defend itself from the constant attacks.

Dick and Lew were bundled up under the cover of their makeshift foxhole, eating Joe Dominguez’s lukewarm, watery beans, each shivering as the Bastogne wind blew through them. The men were silent as they ate, their minds providing enough noise. They’d discussed their problem and lack of a solution with Lieutenant Dike, but Dick was itching to ask Lew a question that had been floating in his head for a few days.

“Lew, what happened with (y/n)?” he asked quietly, watching his friend’s face fall.

Nix shook his head and put down his tin of beans. “I screwed up, Dick…big time. We got into an argument about her going AWOL with the cast. I was frustrated and worried, and I told her that she was useless.”

“Nix,” Dick groaned and sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. “How’d she react? Not good I’m guessing.”

“Yeah. She got so upset, Dick,” Lew whispered. “I could see how much it hurt her, and I tried to take it back, but it was too late.”

Winter’s looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you apologize?”

“Of course I did. But it didn’t change what I said. The damage had been done at that point.”

“Just give her time, Lew,” Dick murmured, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder. “She’s hurting right now. All you can do is let her know that you’re there for her, even if she doesn’t want to acknowledge it.”

“I’ve tried talking to her, but she just ignores me.”

“She’ll come around. I know it,” Winters nodded.

Staring at the XO with a smirk, Lew chuckled under his breath. “You know, for someone without any real experience in relationships, you give great advice, Dick.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural,” he grinned, shrugging his shoulders.

JANUARY 10th, 1945: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM:

As the days ticked by, more and more of Easy Company were being sent off the line. Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye had both been hit in an artillery barrage a few days prior, and Buck was sent to the hospital with a bad case of ‘trench foot’…but everyone knew seeing Bill and Joe in their state had broken him.

Things between Lew and (y/n) were frosty as ever, even though he’d checked on her after hearing about Bill and Joe. She’d brushed him off with a simple, “I’m fine,” and that was the end of their conversation. His words had cut her deeply, and she just wasn’t ready to forgive him yet, even if he’d not meant it. In the week and a half since she’d returned from the aid station, she wished that she’d stayed there in the warmth of the hospital.

(Y/n) cursed under her breath as the cast on her wrist felt like a vice, suffocating the limb. The unforgiving cold of the Ardennes and the wafting snow made the hard plaster even more uncomfortable. She couldn’t ignore the constant itch and the way it chafed against her skin.

With every movement, she was reminded of its presence. The worst part was the itch–a relentless, maddening itch that seemed to start deep within the cast. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach it. She tried to distract herself, focus on her duties, and push through the discomfort, but the itch persistently clawed at her sanity.

The constant snowfall only added to her torment. No matter how hard she tried to keep it dry, the wetness seeped into the cast, making it heavier and more awkward to move around. The moisture seemed to seep through her very bones, and the cast became a frigid, icy prison around her wrist.

0200 HOURS

The itch had invaded her dreams, tormenting her even in sleep. (Y/n) awoke with a start, her heart racing and wrist throbbing. The relentless itch had woken her from her restless slumber once again, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

In a desperate frenzy, she reached for anything within her reach and found a small stick lying nearby. With trembling hands, she carefully maneuvered the stick into her cast, trying to scratch the insufferable itch that seemed to have a life of its own. Each attempt brought a brief break, but it was never enough.

Feeling the stick hit her skin provided a fraction of relief, but it was short-lived. Her attempts to scratch the unreachable itch only seemed to intensify the desire to pry the cast off her arm. (Y/n) was willing to do anything to be free of this torment.

Frustration boiled within her as she tugged at the edges of the cast, desperate to find a way to escape its confining hold. Tears of pain and anger welled in her eyes as she pulled at the cast with all her might.

“(Y/n)?” Skip asked sleepily, eyes fluttering open at her pained grunts and winces. “What’re you doing?”

“I can’t take it anymore, Skip,” she choked out. “This cast…it’s driving me insane.”

He seemed to fully wake up at the sight of her frantic eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re alright,” he urged, pulling her left hand from the cast. “I know it’s tough, but you can’t take it off yourself. You could hurt yourself more.”

“But I need relief,” she pleases, tears leaking down her face. “I can’t stand it.

He knew this was long overdue with what happened with Captain Nixon.

That day, as they conversed in the foxhole, the sound of a woman shouting floated through the air. All three of their heads snapped toward the sound, recognizing (y/n)’s voice. Silence filled the foxhole as they listened intently. Hearing his friend’s pained voice, George stood to his feet, prepared to find out what was going on, but he stopped at the appearance of another voice.

“You’ll make it worse, and then you’ll really be useless.”

The boy’s mouths dropped at the statement, each of them coming to the realization that the voice belonged to Captain Nixon. A few moments passed as they looked at each other in disbelief. Although they couldn’t see the pair, they could only imagine what was going down in the distance.

“Useless? Is that what you think of me?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant-,”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Nixon! If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should just leave you be, then.”

“I messed up and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. You’re not useless, but you’re hurt, and you need to be careful.”

“But you did say it, Lew. You said it. And I need to be careful? Careful so I don’t get in the way?”

“No, careful so you don’t hurt yourself more.”

“Right, because I’m so fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant. Please, (y/n), listen.”

“I can’t do this right now. I need some space.”

A few moments later, George saw her appear in the distance, and he ducked back down into the foxhole. His eyes flicked between Skip and Alex who shared the same pain in their chest at the sight of (y/n) wiping tears from her face with her gloved hand.

“We didn’t hear anything,” Skip whispered, pointing his sock-covered hand at his friends. “Nothing.

As Skip looked down at the woman before him, his mind drifted back to his little sister, Ruth, and the many times he’d held her close as she cried. He loved her to pieces, and (y/n) reminded him of her more than he’d like to admit. Remembering what had worked with Ruth, he carefully wiped away her tears and pulled her to his side, allowing her to bury her face into his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly.

“I know, (y/n),” he murmured. “We’ll get you some help, I promise. But for now, you need to keep the cast on. Trust me.”

Reluctantly, she nodded against his chest, allowing his comforting presence to bring a sliver of calm to her anxiety-ridden mind.

“Have I ever told you about my little sister, Ruth?” he whispered, looking at the stars above them.

She shook her head against his chest. “No.”

“Ruth…she’s the light of my life. I love Faye more than I can even explain, but Ruth, she’s my baby sister and she means everything to me.”

(Y/n) listened to the steady thrum of his heart as he continued to talk, his chest rumbling with each word.

“She’s only three years younger than me, so when we were kids, we basically did everything together. As we got older and I got different part-time jobs, I loved to take her out and spoil her. Our dad left us to travel the country and perform his music, so she didn’t have any man in her life besides me. I always made sure she knew how she was supposed to be treated.”

Her heart swelled, hearing the pure adoration in his voice as he spoke about his beloved sister. The itch seemed to fade slightly, her mind getting caught up in Skip’s story.

“Every dance we went to as teenagers, I would buy her a new dress, and she’d always iron my clothes just the way I liked them,” he paused, peering down at (y/n) with a smirk. “It may be hard to believe looking at me now, but I am usually very put-together.”

“You’re right,” (y/n) chuckled softly, her tears drying on her cheeks. “I can’t picture it.”

Rolling his eyes, Skip smiled at the ground. “I miss her so much. I can’t wait to give her a big hug after all this. I’m half-expecting Faye to ask her to be her maid of honor for the wedding.”

(Y/n) sat up, her eyes widening. “You proposed?”

“Not officially,” he shook his head. “But she knows I plan to the second I step foot in Tonawanda.”

“I better be invited,” she smirked, slouching against his side again, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Skip squeezed her shoulder with a scoff. “I couldn’t imagine not inviting you, (y/n/n). You’re like my second little sister, even if you’re older than me.”

“And you’re all like brothers to me,” she yawned, eyes fluttering shut. “Love you,” she slurred, sleep finally welcoming her at last as she was held in the brotherly embrace of Skip Muck.

“I love you, too, squirt.”

Skip felt her breathing even out, and he sighed to himself. He’d be lying if her behavior didn’t worry him, but all he could do at the moment was keep her close and wait until morning to sort everything out. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the hard, frozen ground he’d used as a pillow for the past three weeks. For some reason, the cold didn’t seem to bother him as much as he drifted off to sleep. Ruth’s sweet smile and laugh replayed in his mind, and a lonesome tear trickled from his eye, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

A/N: all the things that Skip said about him and his sister are TRUE! their dad left them when they were young to be a traveling country musician, and Skip later got different part-time jobs to help his family any way he could. His favorite thing to do was spoil his little sister. my research didn't find the actual age difference between them, so I made the three-years thing up. Everything else is accurate, down to her ironing his pants just the way he liked. Surprisingly, his parents were German, so he actually spoke fluent German, as well, but kept that quiet during the war. I wish we got to learn more about Skip Muck on the show, so I decided to give a little snapshot of his life, regardless of how hard it was to write it knowing what happened to him. He deserves to be celebrated. He was a hero. All of them were.

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Quiet Time 3/26

What am I feeling today?

I’m in a bit of pain that’s been lasting for about four to five days now and I had hoped I’d have gone away by now but hasn’t. I’m also saddened by the bridge collapsing in Baltimore earlier today, could you imagine how terrifying that must’ve been? To be driving across a bridge, it’s breaking and collapsing, and then you and your car are plunged in the river below in the middle of the night, surrounded by darkness? It breaks my heart, that must be truly traumatizing and I pray that they recover everyone and that they’re all okay. On the bright side, I get to travel back to my home city again and I’m bringing one of my friends and niece and can’t wait to show them Pittsburgh! It’s always nice going back home🥹

Luke 11 NIV

(v. 2-4) “He said to them, “When you pray, say: “ ‘Father, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread. Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us. And lead us not into temptation. ’ ””

Here’s Jesus giving us the example of how we’re supposed to pray. I don’t believe we are meant to say this word for word every time, more so to use it as a template. Praising God first and thanking Him for what He’s gone for us. Petitioning and making our requests before Him. And finally, forgiveness for our sins because even as disciples, we sin daily, none of us can say that we’re without sin.

(v. 9-13) “So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. “Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”

I know that I ask God for a lot. Every day I present requests to Him but I know that I don’t actually deserve anything. Not to put my worry down or anything but God already gave us His son when she didn’t need to. That’s already a gift that we’re unworthy of but He gave Jesus because He loves us. And He’ll give us other things we pray for (as long as it honors Him) because He loves us. Also, in the verse beforehand, at the end of the parable Jesus is giving, he says that it’s given because of the man’s “shameless audacity” and honestly it made me laugh because it’s so true! Who are we that we feel we are in any position to ask God for whatever we want when we’re not even really worthy of life (but are now bc of Jesus).

(v. 24-26) ““When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first.””

I think this is kinda terrifying, but also annoying. Terrifying in that even when the impure spirits leave us as we come into our lives with Christ, then be back and even stronger, with more wicked spirits. I say it’s annoying because they’re coming back, like come on! really? y’all can’t just leave us alone in peace but gotta keep attacking us? but, with the word of God and with Jesus and the Holy Spirit in our lives, we can resist these attacks and stand firm in our faith.

(v. 28) “He replied, “Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and obey it.””

This! It is not enough to just listen to the word of God. We can listen to the Bible for every second of our life, but if we don’t do what it says, then it’s all been in vain. I think this myself sometimes, every day I sin and I’m aware that I don’t obey everything as I should. I can catch myself, and note where I need to improve, and make a daily effort, but I also know I’ll always fall short.

(v. 34-36) “Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eyes are healthy, your whole body also is full of light. But when they are unhealthy, your body also is full of darkness. See to it, then, that the light within you is not darkness. Therefore, if your whole body is full of light, and no part of it dark, it will be just as full of light as when a lamp shines its light on you.””

I had a bit of a hard time understanding this so I went to some commentary for clarity:

Here Jesus addressed himself to correcting his hearers’ inability (through their sins) to appreciate truth, and to read God’s sign, when they should finally see it. It was not at all the nature of the sign that needed correction but the quality of perception in his sinful audience, the evil generation which confronted him.

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Lying to Robin isn’t Good for One’s Health

Author: Kourtni

Fandom: Stranger Things (volume 2 spoilers)

Characters: Dustin, Steve, Eddie, Robin

Summary: All Dustin wants to do is work on his D&D character, but then Steve has to turn himself into a tickle fight target which will then turn him into one. Who knew Eddie and Robin were so cruel.

N: You all know Kourtni! One of the original members of the community has blessed us with a fic and I had the honor of posting it! I won’t be accepting other people’s submissions, but seeing as Kourtni doesn’t have a blog anymore and reached out to me, of course I’ll help share this with the world!

Kourtni: I couldn’t help myself. Obviously, I’m taking major creative liberties in this, but in my head, everyone lives happily-ever-after, idgaf. Three years of not writing though, so don’t judge me too harshly. I miss everyone and love all y’all.

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Two weeks.

That’s how long it’d been since Hawkins had been saved and Eddie’s name had been cleared. El was still recovering from the fight with Vecna; they all were recovering honestly, and while her friends had certainly helped, El was the one who did the majority of the fighting. Hopper was finally allowing her visitors, but she wasn’t allowed to leave the house until she could stay awake for at least an hour straight. Max was similarly resting. El was able to reach Max and bring her back. Life was slowly getting back on track after months of Vecna shit. Summer break was coming to an end, the older teens were preparing for college/the “real” world, the younger teens were preparing for sophomore year, everyone who hadn’t left Hawkins during the spring were preparing for Hopper’s and Joyce’s wedding…it was normal.

Well, as normal as Hawkins could be.

Dustin wasn’t sure what brought on this wistful reminiscing of his, but he couldn’t help it. Life had been unceremoniously crazy for months and then BOOM. Normal. Dustin rubbed his neck, feeling like he had whiplash. He was currently working on his D&D character, trying to change the look up, while Steve, Eddie, and Robin were arguing about some movie that just came out. They were hanging out at Skull Rock, a pastime of theirs’ recently.

“Look, Bowie is awesome, always has been, always will be, but Labyrinth is shit.” Steve said.

“You can shut the fuck up right now about Labyrinth; it was a masterpiece.” Eddie retorted.

Steve scoffed.

“Robin, back me up here!” Eddie demanded.

“Apologies my heterosexual lifemate, but Locks is right. You can shut the fuck up about that cinematic beauty.” Robin told Steve.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What have I said about calling me ‘Locks’?”

“Get a haircut and you’ll get a new nickname.”

“Dustin will back me up,” Steve assured himself. Dustin could feel Steve’s eyes boring into him. “Henderson, tell them the movie is shit.”

Dustin simply rolled his eyes and continued his sketching.

“Henderson!” Steve shouted.

“I’m working.” Dustin replied, not even looking up.

“You can work and tell them the movie sucked at the same time.”

“Yes, I can. However, I won’t because I don’t care.”

“What have I told you about that tone of yours?” Steve grumped. Dustin didn’t have to look at the older boy to know that his hands were on his hips.

“You do have a shitty tone, Henderson.” Eddie agreed.

“I thought it would’ve gotten better, but I honestly think it’s worse.”

“That’s something we can agree on, Harrington.”

Dustin rolled his eyes once more, erasing the coat of arms on his shield and starting again.

“I think he gets his ego from you,” Robin interjected, pointing at Steve. “And he gets his sass from you.” She pointed at Eddie.

“Me? I don’t have an ego!”

“And I’m sarcastic, not sassy.”

Robin laughed. “You both have ego and sass in spades. It’s bound to rub off on your spawn.”

“I was not spawned by either of them.” Dustin retorted, finally looking up from his character work.

“He’d have better hair.” Eddie commented.

“My hair is just fine, thank you,” Dustin ran a hand over his curls. “I’ve been using your-”

“Hey!” Steve shouted, stopping Dustin in his tracks. He motioned a cut across his neck, clueing Dustin in on how he almost broke his promise from two years ago.

“Shit! Sorry, uh…I’ve been using Your Mama’s hair care products!” Dustin lied. “Yeah, it’s a uh, a new brand.”

Robin and Eddie were not convinced in the slightest.

“‘Your Mama’ hair care products?” Robin asked incredulously.

“That’s the best you could come up with? I’m not only embarrassed for you, I’m also disappointed.” Eddie responded.

“It’s totally real!” Steve supplied. “I’ve seen them when shopping with my parents.”

Dustin grinned triumphantly. Steve would always have his back.

Robin stood up and walked towards Steve, who took a reflexive step backward, trying to make the back of his head out of reach for the impending slap he was sure was coming.

“I think what Dustin was going to say was that he was using your hair care products, Stevie.” Robin said sweetly, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve. “What do you think, Locks?”

Eddie grinned, chuckling out, “Definitely.”

Steve scoffed, but it was a little higher pitched than what he’d wanted.

“You know I hate it when you lie. We’ve talked about it before.” Robin said, taking a predatory step towards Steve.

Steve held his hands up in surrender. “Hey now, I-I’m not lying! My mom uses the products all the time!”

Robin darted out her hands, poking all along Steve’s torso, making him swear and twist about with every poke.

“R-Robin! Stohop!” Steve was trying his hardest to keep the laughter at bay, making Dustin’s grin from earlier widen. Steve was seriously one of the most ticklish people he’d ever met.

Eddie’s grin was widening too, except his was more mischievous than Dustins’.

“Oh man…Steve Harrington is ticklish?!” Eddie practically yelled.

“Steve Harrington is ticklish as all get out!” Robin replied. “Isn’t that right Stevie?” She punctuated the last statement with a quick rake of her fingers down both sides of Steve’s ribs. Steve yelped before dissolving into true laughter. He was backing away from Robin and tripped over a tree root, hitting his head on the forest floor.

“If you think your lack of grace was going to save you, you’re wrong!” Robin crowed before jumping on Steve and vibrating her hands on both sides of his ribs.

“Noho! Robin!” Steve shrieked. He was trying to grab her wrists to stop the torment.

“Help me out here Locks!”

“My pleasure!”

“S-Stay bahahack E-Eddie!” Steve demanded. Or well, Dustin assumed it was a demand, but it kinda lost its power with all the giggling.

Eddie didn’t listen to it either way, he sat by Steve’s head and grabbed his wrists, freeing Robin’s hands to continue their torture of his ribs.

“Bahahastard!”

“Oh you shouldn’t have called me that Big Boy. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Eddie grinned evilly and used his free hand to tickle under Steve’s arms. Steve threw his head back and shrieked with laughter, twisting his torso from left to right as if trying to dislodge the hands that were torturing him. Dustin couldn’t help but laugh himself as he watched his friend get tickled to pieces.

“Stohop! Pleeehehease!” Steve begged, heels drumming on the forest floor as he struggled. Eddie and Robin continued their assault, moving their hands to new places like his neck and hips. Steve tried to protect his neck from Eddie’s blunt fingernails, but he couldn’t move well enough with Eddie’s hold on his arms.

“Your giggles are adorable Steve.” Robin laughed as she spidered her fingers behind her on Steve’s knees.

“I-I’m sorry I lied!” Steve managed to get out.

“I’m sure you are,” Robin grinned. “But this is punishment now!”

“You’re a walking tickle spot, Steve. Where aren’t you ticklish?” Eddie asked, laughing. Eddie was spidering his own fingers along Steve’s shoulders and triceps, making Steve shake with the strength of him trying to free his arms from Eddie’s grips.

Dustin laughed aloud when Robin found that sweet spot behind Steve’s knees that made Steve belly laugh. The sound of Dustin’s laughter had Steve turning his head towards his younger friend, as if just remembering he was there.

“Duhuhustin lied firhirhirist! Get hihihim!”

So much for Steve always having his back.

“Henderson’s ticklish?” Eddie asked with absolute glee in his voice.

“Yehehes!” Steve cackled as Robin went back to tickling his ribs. She was absolutely ruthless, not giving Steve a second of a break. She was vibrating her hands against his ribs, which were easily his second most ticklish spot--first being behind his knees.

“Dude!” Dustin cried, hardly able to believe that Steve betrayed him like that, especially after he covered Steve’s ass not five minutes ago!

Eddie gave Dustin his most charming smile and raised his arms up in a hugging gesture. “Bring it in buddy.”

“Fuck that!” Dustin responded as he took a few steps backwards.

“This is gonna happen.” Eddie told him, a grin growing. “I am going to tickle the absolute shit outta you, Henderson.”

Dustin’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought. Eddie was easily one of the nicest guys Dustin has ever met. He truly cares about people and always puts others before himself. But Eddie also can do anything he puts his mind to, and not only complete his objective, but blow it out of the water. So, when Eddie says he’s going to tickle the shit outta someone, he’s going to do it.

“E-Eddie…hey, remember that I saved your ass in the Upside Down!” Dustin pointed an accusatory finger at his friend. Steve’s laughter was still ringing around them and Dustin knew his own would soon be joining the older teen.

“You did! And I’m oh so thankful for that,” Eddie replied, taking measured steps toward Dustin. “Let me repay you by making you happy.”

“Ti--That isn’t going to make me happy!”

“Hehehe’s lying! He lohohoves ihihit--ROBIN PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Robin’s back was facing Steve now and she was clawing at the back of both of Steve’s knees now.

“STEVE!” Dustin shouted at his friend. Eddie’s smile grew wider hearing Steve’s words. Dustin felt his face heat up immediately. Steve wasn’t exactly wrong, but still! He had pride, damnit!

“Dustin.” Eddie called.

“What?”

Eddie grinned. “Run.”

Dustin didn’t get two feet before tripping.

“Eddie please! Don’t do this, don’t! DohohoHOHON’T!” Dustin was in ticklish hell. Eddie’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

“Gotta find out your worst spot Henderson! C’mon, is it here?” Eddie clawed at his stomach, which made Dustin giggle like mad.

“Oh, that’s a sweet little laugh ya got there Henderson. But I’m looking for that sweet spot. Is it here?” Eddie moved to Dustin’s ribs, which weren’t a hundred percent the most ticklish spot on his body, but it still tickled like hell, which made Dustin let out a deeper laugh.

“Hmm, nope. Not the spot, but I feel like we’re gettin’ closer. What do you think, Dustin?”

“I thihink you should stohop!” Dustin managed to reply.

“Steve said you liked it.” Eddie replied with a shrug. “And Steve wouldn’t lie to me, would you Big Boy?” Eddie turned and gave Steve a lascivious wink.

Robin had finally stopped tickling Steve, who was curled in a ball still giggling. Steve shakily raised his hand and flipped Steve off.

“Not nice, Steve.” Robin said, tweaking Steve’s side.

“Nohoho more…” Steve panted tiredly, pawing at Robin’s hands.

“Okay, stomach and ribs are ticklish. What about under your arms?” Eddie asked.

“NO!” Dustin shouted at the same time Steve shouted, “It’s his worst spot!”

“Oh ho! Worst spot, huh?”

Dustin slammed his arms down to his sides, twisting as Eddie continued tickling his stomach and ribs. Eddie was trying to get Dustin to move his arms, but Dustin was determined to protect his most ticklish spot.

“Wanna help me?” Eddie asked Robin and Steve.

“Sure!” Robin replied brightly, skipping towards Dustin.

“Oh hell yes, I need some revenge.” Steve followed Robin.

“Plehehease! Nohoho!” Dustin was really struggling now, but soon Robin had one arm and Steve grabbed his other, and Dustin’s arms were pulled above his head, leaving himself completely vulnerable. Eddie slowly moved his fingers up Dustin’s torso.

“Any last words?” Eddie grinned.

“You all suhuhuck!” Dustin whined.

Steve barked a laugh out at that. “You’re doomed Henderson. What have we said about your tone?”

Dustin couldn’t reply because at that moment, Eddie’s hands arrived at their destination and Dustin was lost to laughter. To make things worse, Robin and Steve were spidering their fingers around his neck and the tops of his ribs. Dustin laughed hard, loving the tickling and hating it at the same time. Loving it because…well, he just liked it; it made him feel happy and loved. Hating it though because it was just so much! He’d never been tickled like this before. Sure, he and the gang had tickle fights before. He and Will had been the targets more often than not, but it never lasted for more than like, 30 seconds for Dustin because Will had the shrillest laugh and ended up the main target.

“Man this must tickle a lot.” Steve said, grinning down at Dustin. Dustin wanted to flip him off, but he couldn’t do anything more than laugh. Eddie was making circles under his arms, Robin was raking her hand up and down the left side of his ribs, and Steve was scrabbling fingers all over his neck and shoulders.

“Told ya it was gonna happen Dustin.”

“He’s pretty cute, all giggly like this. Makes me wish I had a younger brother or something instead of being an only child.” Robin replied.

“Pleeheeheease!” Dustin begged.

The three older teens stayed like that for close to five minutes straight, simply tickling Dustin nonstop. Eddie was still going to town under his arms and found a particularly ticklish spot right where his underarm met his sides on each side of his torso. Steve had managed to start tickling the top portion of his back, making Dustin squeal childishly. And Robin continued tickling his ribs, vibrating her hands every so often to get the giggles going.

“I gihihive!” Dustin pleaded. Because it was a plea, it was a surrender. “I GIHIHIVE!”

Steve, Eddie, and Robin finally slowed to a stop. Eddie and Steve ruffled Dustin’s curly mop before standing and grinning down at the mess that was Dustin Henderson.

“You really are cute, Dustin,” Robin said, offering him a hand up. “We’ll have to do this again.”

Dustin accepted the hand, but kept his other arm around his middle. “Please…don’t.”

Dustin was grabbed in a headlock by Steve and given a noogie.

Dustin squawked. “Off the hair man! And what happened to having my back?”

Steve grinned and shrugged. “Sorry man, all's fair in war and tickle fights.”

Eddie snorted. “That was a tickle takedown Harrington, you got wrecked.”

Steve blushed furiously and pushed at Eddie’s shoulder. Robin giggled.

“My sides hurt.” Dustin whined.

“Don’t worry Henderson, we’ll get our revenge.”

Robin looked scared, while Eddie snorted once more, turning to walk away. “Good luck assholes, I’m not tickl-ISH!”

Eddie turned furiously around and looked at Steve, who had just stuck her fingers into Eddie’s sides.

“Sure you’re not, pretty boy.” Steve smirked. “C’mon, let’s book it outta here and see a REAL movie, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off!”

Eddie blushed from his neck to his hairline.

Dustin gave him the ‘I’m watching you’ signal.

Robin nodded enthusiastically and her and Steve walked to his car with Eddie and Dustin following.

“I’m a goner, aren’t I?” Eddie asked casually.

“Totally gonna die, dude.” Dustin agreed. “Sorry.”

And after the movie, when they were hanging out at Steve’s house and Steve got his hands on Eddie’s ticklish thighs, Eddie was indeed a goner.

#tickling #ticklish!steve harrington #ticklish!dustin #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #Lying to Robin isn’t Good for One’s Health #submission #not mine #but tagging it as #n writes #to keep it in the tag if people ever go through it #kourtni

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oknowkiss · 2 years

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fic post: in between two tall mountains

PAIRING: DRARRY (past Harry/Ginny & Harry/Pansy, background Ron/Pansy, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Harry/Ron) RATING: E (semi-public masturbation, general fucking) WORDCOUNT: 8.2K

READ ON AO3 HERE!

TAGS: Magic Historian Draco pines amongst the pines, Magically powerful bisexual DILF Harry Potter, the mind-rending HORROR of kissing your crush, Drarry in a campervan on the Oregon coast, Shipwrecks & Treasure Hunting, Climbing a mountain only to have big feelings at the top, Falling in Love in your 30s, despite all evidence to the contrary it’s a happy fic I promise

SUMMARY: In the shadow of a mountain on the Oregon coast, there may or may not lie a shipwreck, on which there may or may not be a magical relic, lost hundreds of years ago. Harry's been tasked with finding it, and Draco is there to take notes, and they're stuck in a campervan pretending to be married, and it's all going to be just fine. That's what Draco's gotten rather good at telling himself, anyway.

happy birthday @sweet-s0rr0w !!! i’m so glad life has worked in such a way that has allowed us -- despite a distance so grand that you’re probably having a nice post-dinner vino while i’m sitting here having my morning tea -- to be friends.

you are a gem that shines through everything, and it would be my honor to spend the rest of my life screaming at you on discord, convincing you that you’re a fucking genius (seriously y’all, wait until you see what sweets has coming up next. it’s taken over my mind).

not only are you an incredible writer (THE dron masterpiece she wrote with @tackytigerfic, for example. and who could forget nor all that glisters!! but also seriously just read everything here) but you’re a brilliant reccer as well. your collaborative sex and romance lists, and drarry around the world in particular, are such perfect resources for this fandom -- and a testament to how blessed we all are by the collective talent on display here, gawd -- so i knew i had to send the boys in a little trip in your honor.

and thank you a million times over to @sorrybutblog for really spitshining this into something pretty for our dear sweets, who deserves all the baubles. you are a genius and so patient with me and my runaway commas and asides.

happy happy happy birthday sweets, and here’s to many more!

#my fic #my fic posts #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #harry/draco

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helloemmie · 2 years

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Man, what a week it has been and I know there’s still more to come. These are the very few photos I have from such an amazing week/weekend, getting to finally meet my famous streamer friends irl. I’m so blessed and honored to have finally meet all these wonderful people (and more not photographed) and I’m so lucky to be able to call them my friends. To more adventures and hangouts, I love y’all 💕 https://www.instagram.com/p/CjpFt0uOWOD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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deepspacedukat · 2 years

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On the song bringing up a memory

One republic: Good life makes me emotional because I get middle school and high school/graduation flashbacks and coming from a small town everyone scattered after graduation the two friends I’ve managed to keep in touch with. One lives 2 hours away and the one of my two best friends that keeps in touch is on the other side of my country (8 hour flight) going to business school there. But hopefully I can visit her sometime soon.

It’s not all bad I’ve made new friends that mean a lot though the old ones will always mean the world to me. Especially the online friends who have helped me through the time of feeling alone before I started going back to college in person since the pandemic started looking at you @deepspacedukat @horta-in-charge @thestonelady I hope you all understand what you have done your stuck with me now 😂 jk jk

-the best kinds of people are the ones who come into your life and make you see the sun where all you once saw was clouds. The people who support and believe in you, so that when you don’t believe in yourself you will start to, because they believe. That’s for your support now and in the future of y’all putting up with me even during my sappiest *cough like now cough cough.* 😂I’m not going to say who I am as an anon but I hope y’all know

Also Deepspacedukat 💙 thanks for the support and excitement when I had an idea and patience while I wrote and came up with ideas. I’m blessed to have all the encouragement I do have and I hope I can do the same for you! Also… 👀 Vulcans- 👀 cardassians- 👀 Andorians- 👀 vorta…if you know you know

Horta-in-charge thank you for having all your great ideas and the excitement in my ocs it kept me going when I felt spent. It’s been nice meeting you and bouncing crazy ideas off of. I love how we all get on the same page and run with an idea 😂

The stone lady thanks for being one of my first tumblr friends! I’m sorry I haven’t messaged you in a while 😓I was going too and when seeing how long it had been I felt like I blew it. I haven’t been on RC much anymore there an author or two you shouldn’t be named that I was upset with. I really need to start messaging again even if it’s just to check up. How are you doing? How’s the kitty? Oh and the pumpkin plant from botany? I love all the paleontology posts btw! 😄

Ooooh, I love that song! The one that made me post about it was “Tiptoe” by Imagine Dragons - took me back to a particularly tranquil moment in High School and nearly brought me to tears. The whole Night Visions album does that for me, but “Tiptoe” I hadn’t heard in years.

I’m so honored to be counted among your new friends! And babe, you’re equally as stuck with me! 💖 You’ve been such an awesome friend, and I’m so happy to be able to support you!!

#deepspacedukat asks #of course I know who you are #and ILYSM!! 💖

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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Moon, so much love for you and your writing….AND for the beautiful positive light of support and love that you are in our little corner of fandom. So many fabulous love letters to writers and artists, mad love and respect to every one!!

Some more OC fic love in this love letter….(I think y’all can tell I’m not a writer..my love letters are rather basic…🤣🤣)

@shadestepping

I really enjoy Shades The Bad Batch:Trespass series! She has backgrounds and did drawings of her OCs that are fabulous. I especially liked Crossroads, which is a wonderful fic from Crosshairs POV…

@teletraan-meets-jarvis

Pieces. Great fic about the very beginning of Plo Koon and the Wolfpack. Especially loved the training simulation where her OC and Plo Koon fight….and loved the group chat (I shall not say more…)

@thefact0rygirl

Vee was the reason I joined tumblr. Her fic Filled (Wrecker) was the first fanfic ever I read. She has SO MANY great fics and I love what she has shared about her new OC and Wolffe.

Also she has put together an amazing reference about sex workers for writers and non writers to get more educated about this.

Thank you, Leyla, for sending in another letter and for your beautiful words <3 and please don't think your letters are basic, they are always appreciated by me as I'm sure by the creators you're giving a shout out too.

And I know I already said this but I'll say it again, thank you for always being so supportive and kind. Your comments have filled me with motivation whenever I lack it, and I'm so honored to be friends and mutuals with you :3 Thank you for always being there for me!

Now, shout outs!

I haven't read any of Shade's works yet, but I believe I'd like to get more acquainted if I ever get the chance. I feel it would be nice <3

@teletraan-meets-jarvis is always so sweet and supportive, and I agree, Pieces is beautiful!! I can't wait to see where the story goes. Thanks so much for sharing your work with us, TJ!

And well, I've been blessed to read many of Vee's works too, and I'm so grateful that her writing brought you to us, Leyla! @thefact0rygirl writes beautifully, her rendition of Boba Fett is unparalleled, and I've also read Filled which is absolutely amazing. Vee, thank you also for always being so supportive and for speaking up for what matters in this fandom and for overall letting people feel safe in your blog <3

Lots of love to all of you!

Love letter to creators

#moon's 300 followers

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hhhemberhhh · 11 months

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y’all ever just look in the mirror and get hit w a SUDDEN burst of self confidence out of nowhere?? Like I be sitting there, looking at my reflection and sometimes go:

“ZAMN, HONEY. Who are you, and why haven’t I seen you around here before? Surely, someone as beautiful as you would be well known among MANY PEOPLE. Gah DAYUM, I’m so HAWT.” *waves hands dramatically* “Any bitch who is my friend should consider our friendship an ABSOLUTE FUCKING MIRACLE.” *begins posing* “Any bitch who is in a relationship should CONSIDER IT A FUCKING HONOR TO BE CALLED MY BF/GF. Like hot DAYUM. I am a whole snack. No. Forget that. I AM THE WHOLE DAMN MENU. ALL YOU BITCHES ARE LUCKY. I AM A FUCKING BLESSING FROM THE GODS.” *raises arms in the air* “HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER.”

and then it goes back to:

*teary eyed* “WHY GOD WHY????” *raises arms in the air like before* “WHY HAVE YOU CURSED ME LIKE THIS???” *begins sobbing* “I’m so ugly bruh. Like I feel bad for all the people who have to look at my face and maintain a neutral expression.” *stomps floor* “OMG DAMN HOW TF DID I PULL BITCHES LOOKING LIKE THIS??? LIKE GAH DAYUM.” *screams at the ceiling*

yeah, my head is cray-cray, carry on

#random

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apreciousheart · 2 years

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✨It was the summer of love, A delicate daydream✨ It’s truly been one of the most chaotic yet exciting summers celebrating love with 6 weddings in real life & streaming 2 online this year. It’s such a beauty to witness tons of my friends not only meet the love of their lives but seeing how their partners bring out the best in each other in every way. (Such goals 🥲) It’s been a huge honor partaking in these celebrations & continuing to see their relationship blossom into their awe-inspiring marriages. Thank you for an unforgettable summer that I’ll definitely look back on this ever so fondly. There are so many favourite things I love about weddings, just to name a few: I love hearing stories of who they once were vs who they are now, their first encounter & the cliché saying of “when you know, you know”, when you know you’ve found your person for life 🥹 Thank you for all the happy tears I’ve cried in every speech/song speech, vows, endless booze & food, dances, laughter where my cheeks hurt, new friends & so many sweet, sweet reunions 💕 A massive thank you to all those who invited me to celebrate your special day with y’all & having the honors to be bridesmaid three times this summer! ♥️ I’m forever grateful 💜 P.S. I may not have 27 dresses, so here’s 6 😂 To all the pics that didn’t make the cut, here’s the photo dump of unseen bits 😂 #thankful #blessed #grateful #love #happy #thankyou #gratitude #life #family #thanksgiving #instagood #peace #faith #happiness #believe #friends #motivation #hope #god #thanks #beautiful #positivevibes #smile #nature #photooftheday #photography #instagram #inspiration #goodvibes #pray (at United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChmbjVZDQhl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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rippleon-blog · 2 years

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Melissa Lombard Just Plain Inspires Me

I was so honored to interview my friend and fellow blogger and true Rippler, Melissa Lombard. Melissa is one of those people that the world needs more of. Her enthusiasm, her smile, and her gentle kindness just make everyone who knows her better spinning in her orbit.

Check out melissalombard.com and check out all the amazing people she interviewed with her Coffee with Stranger series.

Here is Melissa's BIO in her own words!

Melissa Lombard

Every week, for almost three years, I enjoyed a conversation and a cup of coffee with a stranger and wrote about it here. The project, called Coffee With A Stranger, was absolutely the most incredible thing I’d ever done!

The project was on hold for six months as my husband and I enjoyed a foreign adventure running a bed and breakfast in rural Costa Rica. I blogged about that, if you’re interested. If I had to sum up the experience, I’d say it was sort of like Pioneer Woman meets Survivor. If you want to get the back story, check out this post. If you have questions, you might find the answer here.

During the Coffee With A Stranger project, we lived in Austin, TX and my husband and I ran a real estate company called Lombard Home Team – which was a Keller Williams affiliate. We were blessed with an abundance of great clients who turned into great friends.

Today, you will find us about 1500 miles north of Austin, in the beautiful city of Minneapolis. I was born here in MN and after 14 years away, it was time to be closer to home and family. My Texan husband Dave has adjusted nicely to the MN winters and though he hasn’t traded “y’all” for “you guys”, I’m pretty sure I overheard him say “heck yeah” the other day. And not mockingly either.

Never big on doing the same thing twice, I traded in my residential real estate blazer (OK, they don’t really give you a blazer, but they totally should) became a Commercial Broker Associate with a commercial real estate company and then landed my dream job, running a Keller Williams real estate firm. I spent my days asking lots of questions, teaching and coaching the very best real estate agents imaginable. There probably isn’t a job better suited for me. And yet, coming late summer 2022, there will be an new adventure! So stay tuned for that developing story!

Ready to get your Ripple On? Check out the latest episode of The Ripple Effect Podcast with Steve Harper!

#relationships #connecting #network #personal development #professional development #entrepreneur #speaker #author #connectbetter

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christowhore · 3 years

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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delicrieux · 3 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

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You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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renchinworld · 3 years

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NCT DREAM AS TYPES OF GROOMS ♡

before, during and after the wedding

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, NCT DREAM! ♡

- gender neutral

- on crack, what’d u expect from this account lmao XD

- the picture qualities are Jurassic negative HD 0.4K but they still look good because dem visuals infinity/10

DISCLAIMER: Considering that not everyone has the same religion and wedding traditions, just imagine that this is for y’all own culture & religion’s weddings. Also, these men will be down to marry you a thousand times in one lifetime so.... conducting a ceremony again is no problem (that equates to more honeymoons and we love honeymoons).

♡ MARK

The “I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: The type to inform family and friends a year before the actual wedding (he says it's an adult thing). You and Mark will have everything ready as early as possible so y'all can just chill as the date draws near. Will also be loud about it but not in an intentional way, he’s just neomu excited.

⊰⊹ DURING: Dude will throw finger guns to the guests *ehem* Johnny & Yuta *ehem* while he’s literally right next to the priest. He will also shed a few tears and laugh at himself for crying as he sees you walking down the aisle. Will never forget to thank God for blessing him with you ♡

⊰⊹ AFTER: Mark will dance with you in different genres (except there’s no twerking and grinding because you gotta leave space for Jesus). After the big reception, there will be a smaller reception at home with just you, him and yall parents before the actual honeymoon. He will do everything you like once you two are alone tho ;)

♡ RENJUN

The “You’ll remember this as the wedding of the century” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Renjun's the type to write the most touching and heartfelt vow that will make you both cry and then add some savage twist at the end which will make everyone laugh (flashback to Haechan's birthday vlive). He will also make sure that everything--from the theme to the background music--is aesthetic af.

⊰⊹ DURING: Mans will 100% cry as he pictures you and him spending your entire lives together once he sees you walk down that aisle. Also, he is genuinely crying happy tears but will wipe them dramatically while he’s being filmed by your wedding videographer for ✧ remembrance and effect ✧

⊰⊹ AFTER: “Renjun, why is the temptation of wife OST playing in the background?”

He will sing close to your ear and give you a peck on the lips once in a while while everyone's busy partying. You two will greet the guests for a short while and then escape in a private plane to an island getaway for your honeymoon… it will take off in front of everyone because... ✧ art ✧ Also, get ready for the most romantic love making in Maldives ;)

♡ JENO

The “You thought it’d be no jam but it was actually the best wedding” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Lets you take charge of planning, but when he suggests his ideas it’s so top notch that you’ll be all “why aren’t you saying more?” and it’s because he believes that the wedding is not as important as the person he is marrying (opposite to Jaemin: Jeno thinks you’ll be happier if he just lets you do whatever you want--as an act of letting you have freedom in your creativity). He’ll be super helpful if you need it tho so no worries.

⊰⊹ DURING: Will accidentally open your veil before the person in charge says “you may now kiss the bride/groom.” He doesn’t care about the cameras, all he sees is you, you and you. Jeno won't cry in the actual event but he will be teary eyed af for sure (he's saving the tears for when you guys are alone).

⊰⊹ AFTER: He will take all his chances to carry you and hold you in his arms all night long. Jeno’s signature eye smile will be plastered on his face all night. That innocent face also prepared a bed of roses and other surprises in your room ready for the honeymoon ;)

♡ HAECHAN

The “We’re not going home until someone blacks out” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Haechan will pull a prank on you before the wedding so that you’ll coming running to him and he’ll see you (he can’t take the “you can’t see each other the night before the wedding” tradition because he misses you already). He will even make the vow writing a group activity lmao: “Whatchu writing?” “Haechan, stop looking! This is supposed to be a surprise.”

⊰⊹ DURING: He will tell everyone “I’m not gonna cry, that’s sus” but will definitely cry while laughing and get laughed at by family and friends lightheartedly. Haechan will say the funniest vows out of everyone but will also make you emotional because he can switch from being humorous to serious in 0.00001 second.

⊰⊹ AFTER: Reception is real party vibes; it’s not over until it’s game over. He might get bored eventually so you too will sneak out laughing in your wedding attires and just chill around the hotel’s swimming pools. He might also push you into a pool so he can save you and bathe you afterwards ;)

♡ JAEMIN

The “I’ve been dreaming of this my whole life” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: He’ll make the wedding planner question their entire existence (opposite to Jeno: Jaemin thinks you’ll be happier if he plans the wedding for you--as an act of service). He’ll be super open to your suggestions though and will immediately change up anything you don’t agree with so no worries.

⊰⊹ DURING: Jaemin will also give one of the funniest vows but it's because he's unintentionally funny in his speech delivery. He will say the sweetest and uplifting words, refraining from being too emotional because he doesn't want to see you cry... but you still do. Dude might do mild aegyo in front of everyone just to see you smile again (you know the finger on pouty lips one that he does with Renjun? Yep, that one).

⊰⊹ AFTER: He will drag you somewhere when everyone’s busy partying just so he can give you a kissth. He’s down to party with your family and friends but only if you’re always by his side. And he definitely won't care if the party's over or not--once he sees that you’re tired or want to be alone with him, he'll announce to everyone that you guys are gonna bounce… and bounce you shall ;)

♡ CHENLE

The “We can afford a Kardashian wedding but I’d rather keep it simple” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Boi WILL 100% invite his bestie Stephen Curry. There will be three weddings: one for the grand wedding (at an arena for all of Shanghai to see--he doesn’t like this one but gotta keep those investors in check, you know?). Another for a small circle wedding (just family and friends). The last will be the “just the two of us casually exchanging chips and diamond rings while playing pubg” wedding

⊰⊹ DURING: Daddy Chenle will never forget to mention his son Mark in his vows and speeches. His whole clan will shower you with gifts and affection so much that he doesn’t know if he should be happy or annoyed because they’re not giving you two enough time to spend YOUR wedding together. He’s staying put though because hakuna matata #the scorpio side jumped out

⊰⊹ AFTER: No one else is allowed to touch you except for him. He will carry you bridal style away from the building and to his car so he can have you all to himself. He’ll definitely cry happy tears when it's just the two of you.

♡ JISUNG

The “We really should’ve married in secret instead” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Will let you take control of the event but will pitch in his creative ideas here and there. Jisung insists that you have a small wedding but the number of NCT members is far from small lol. There's also a high chance of a beach wedding because he loves the open area (gives him more space to breathe plus he’ll see Haechan and Renjun trying to drown each other in the distance and that’s free entertainment).

⊰⊹ DURING: Dude will 100% get clowned by the NCT members while saying his vows (honorable mention: dreamies). He might rap some of his words out of nervousness (which everyone finds cute because it is). He will be all shy and awkward at first and then surprise everyone by his sudden bold moves (e.g. dip you as he kisses you, say the sweetest things). He will also cry happy tears as he sees you walk down that aisle.

⊰⊹ AFTER: He's truly grateful for all the support and love of everyone who attended but as an introvert and an Aquarius Plus Pro Max, he’ll be wishing on the inside that everyone just goes home already so you two can have fun alone. Mans will still get clowned by the members even during the reception but he doesn’t mind because he’s clowning them back now. His hand will be glued to your waist all night and he will sneak in a few kisses here and there.

♡ OT7:

- Everyone will get clowned by the other members regardless of the event so a wedding isn’t an exception. So either you protect your husband or join in on the light teasing... or both.

- You may also get clowned. It’s NCT we’re talking about.

- This is a work of fiction. Except the clownery & RenHyuck drowning each other in Jisung’s wedding. That’s true to life.

Happy Anniversary to our Dreamies >u< we love you guys sm!

#happy anniversary nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct dream headcanons #nct headcanons #nct fluff #nct crack #mark lee imagines #renjun imagines #jeno imagines #haechan imagines #jaemin imagines #chenle imagines #nct jisung imagines

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years

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Plus One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 3000ish

Summary: it’s baby time y’all!

Warnings: pregnancy complications, angst

Author’s Note: to those who have been waiting, I AM SO SORRY. I hope this will be worth it! Part 8? to Begin Again. Please feel free to yell at me in the comments if you feel so inclined.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Conversation flowed in the dining room and kitchen of the Hotchner residence as the BAU team and family impatiently anticipated the forthcoming announcement.

“It’s a boy, has to be,” Morgan mused.

“No way. Definitely a girl,” JJ contradicts.

“As much as it pains me to say, I think I have to go with Morgan on this one,” Emily admits.

“Garcia?” JJ inquires, “What do you think?”

“I have to agree with Chocolate Thunder on this one, love,”

“Are you all taking his side?” JJ asks with indignation. “I’ll bet you $50 that it’s a girl!”

“Oh you’re on, sweetheart,” Morgan complies with a winning smile.

“I don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy,” says Reid, “but I do know that I wouldn’t bet against JJ.”

“Thanks, Spence,” JJ replies, patting him on the shoulder. “Emily, Rossi? You wanna get in on the action?”

“Oh I am so staying out of this,” Prentiss responds. “Count me out.”

“I’m in with Morgan for $50,” Rossi states.

“Alright, but you’re all gonna be sorry,” JJ says with a smirk.

Overhearing the lively discussion, you enter the room.

“Children, what’s going on here?” You interject, “Don’t make me break up a fight.”

“Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see!” Exclaims JJ. “May I?” She asks, gesturing towards your growing baby bump.

“Sure, go ahead,” you reply. “Do I even want to know?”

“We’re taking bets on the sex of the baby,” she replies placing a gentle hand on your belly. “And I am so totally going to win!”

“You can’t possibly know that, JJ,” Morgan interrupts.

“Call me crazy if you want,” says JJ, “but a mother knows.”

“I suppose you’ll all find out soon enough,” Aaron cuts in, placing a strong arm around your back and pressing his lips to yours for a quick, tender kiss. “Shall we?”

With that, everyone makes their way to the backyard, where a large golden balloon awaits.

Picking it up from the ground, Aaron asks, “Everybody ready?”

He didn’t really have to ask. The answer was unanimous.

“YES!”

“Jack, would you like to do the honors?” you inquire, holding out a safety pin for him.

“Can I?” he asks hopefully.

“Of course you can buddy. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Dad and I will count you in, okay? On three.”

Together, you and Aaron slowly count, “One, two, THREE!”

A loud pop from the balloon momentarily startles the crowd and then..... a cloud of pink confetti floats to the ground.

“YES!” JJ shouts in her excitement. “PAY UP, LOSERS! We got a baby shower to plan!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Several weeks later found you strolling through the back door of Rossi’s home into the yard where you’d married the man of your dreams not so very long ago.

This time it’s decorated for a slightly different occasion. Pale pink lanterns and streamers adorn everything in sight. A picnic table covered with a pink flowered cloth looks like it might collapse at any moment beneath the weight of a mountain of gifts wrapped in pastel paper. Heart shaped balloons are tied to the corners of another table on top of which is a giant bowl of pink punch, more food than you thought possible, and a breathtaking cake, decorated with tiny pink roses.

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you turn to see three beautiful, smiling faces. Women that you consider to be not only friends, but family at this point.

“Penny, Emily, JJ,” you say as your eyes begin to well up with tears, “This is too much! You shouldn’t have gone to this much trouble.”

“Oh this is the least we could have done for you, doll face,” Garcia interjects. “Nothing but the finest for my very best friend.”

“Don’t worry about it, my clean sweep at the gender reveal paid for most of this,” JJ jokes.

“You look absolutely radiant,” Emily adds, pulling you in for a hug.

“Where’s the boss man?” Penelope asks. “He’s coming isn’t he?”

“Oh yes” you reply. “He was helping Jack out of the car. He told me to come on in. He’s probably inside hanging out with boys for a minute.”

At that moment, you feel a pair of familiar arms encircling you, one across your chest and one just underneath your baby bump. A soft kiss on the cheek and he turns you around to face him. The tender look in his usually stern eyes melts you as he smiles and says,

“There’s my girls.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, darling.”

“Alright love birds, it’s time to get this show on the road!” exclaims Morgan, coming through the door with both Henry and Jack in tow.

“Thanks for keeping the kids entertained, Derek,” you whisper. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mama. I’ve got it all under control,” he reassures with a wink.

“Should we be worried?” Aaron jokes under his breath.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Garcia offers, trailing off behind them.

Rossi and Reid bring up the tail end of the group, along with Jessica, Jack’s aunt, who had been previously supervising the kids.

“How are the parents-to-be feeling?” Rossi inquires.

“Overwhelmed, and so grateful,” you reply. “I know JJ said she covered most of it with her winnings, but I think we all know you pitched in too. And you’re a fantastic sport for letting the girls decorate your whole house pink.”

“Anything for some of my favorite people,” he replies patting you both on the shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Reid chimes in. “This baby’s really lucky to have such loving parents.”

“Reid, stop. You’re gonna make me cry,” you squeak out, pulling a tissue from your purse.

Just then, Jessica wraps an arm around both of you.

“Jess, you know you didn’t have to come,” Aaron says.

“Nonsense!” comes her reply. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As you go to sit so you can open presents, Morgan pulls out the chair for you, then pulls one out for Garcia as they settle in to watch the kids.

Maybe you were mistaken, but you could have sworn you saw a flirty look pass between them. A mischievous grin crosses your face. Perhaps you should do a bit of your own matchmaking.

“Jack!” you call. “Don’t you wanna help Mama open some of her presents?”

“Yeah! Can Henry help too?”

“What do you think JJ?” you ask.

“As long as it’s okay with you,” she agrees.

The kids ran up to help with their very important present duty. Jack retrieving smaller presents and helping rip the paper. Henry mostly just playing with the shiny bows. Thus leaving Morgan and Garcia free of responsibility.

When the last present had been opened, and the last game played, Aaron made his speech.

“Y/N and I just wanted to thank you all so much for being here today. We love each and every one of you like family, and we are truly grateful for all your love and support. We are truly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives. Thank you again.”

As everyone was leaving, Penelope pulled you to the side.

“Did you call the kids over for help specifically to leave Derek and I alone together?”

“Penny, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” came your reply. “I’m just getting too big to be bending over to grab the presents and I thought it would be fun for the kids.”

“If you say so,” she says with a skeptical look.

As she walks away, Aaron whispers in your ear, “You are so wrong for that, you know?” with a playful shove of your shoulder.

“Oh they’re perfect for each other and everyone knows it. Besides, she played matchmaker for us and look what happened,” you reply, rubbing your belly.

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders with a grin. “You’re right. You’re always right. You win.”

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As the weeks crept by, your little family was not so patiently awaiting the arrival of its newest addition. Being pregnant and taking care of a 6 year old without your husband was extremely taxing, making the moments that you did have with him exceedingly special.

Moments like today. It was nothing exciting, just sitting on the couch, enjoying each other’s company, but sometimes that’s all you really need.

Seated across from each other, You can’t help but admire the sweet look on his face as he touches your belly.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a baby girl,” he mentions.

“Neither can I,” you agree. “She’s gonna be smart,” you state, resting your hand on top of Aaron’s. “A lawyer like her daddy.”

“She can be anything she wants,” he says, looking up with his smile revealing the stunning dimples that caught your eye on your very first date. “As long as she’s happy.”

“God I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you more, angel.”

But mom duty never stops.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “It’s almost time to pick up Jack from school and I haven’t even started dinner!”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” Aaron says. “I’ll take care of everything, you just relax.”

“But I,”

“Ssshhhhh,” he interrupts. “No buts. I will pick up Jack, I will get dinner. You deserve a break.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

“I do.”

He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours.

“I’ll be back soon.”

What felt like an eternity later, you hear the front door open and two distinct sets of footsteps.

“Mama!” Jack yelled, scrambling up into your lap for a hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, buddy,” you reassure, pulling him close to your chest.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” you ask?

A playful smirk forms on Aaron’s face, raising your suspicions.

“You’ll see. In the meantime, Jack how would you like to watch a movie with me and mom?”

You all settle on the sofa, Jack in Aaron’s lap and your head on your husband’s left shoulder. Just as you were drifting off to sleep near the end of the movie, a knock at the door startles you awake.

“Dinner’s here!” Aaron announces. “Come on buddy,” he encourages Jack. “Help me out.”

As you reach the table where the food is being laid out, tears begin to spring to your eyes.

“I got you fries and chocolate shake. And a cheeseburger. No mayo, extra pickles.”

“Babe,” you squeak out, “you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. It’s all you talked about while I was away on my last case.”

You laugh and pull him close.

“I knew I married you for a reason.”

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Around your 36 week mark, Aaron called from his hotel room to check on you.

“How are you, love?”

“Still pregnant,” you gripe.

“I know you’re exhausted, mama. I’ll be home tomorrow. Just remember the go bag for the hospital is packed and sitting right by the front door, just in case.”

“Yes, Aaron. You remind me every day. Honestly I think it’s bit overboard, I’m fine.”

“I just worry about you being alone while I’m gone is all. It never hurts to be prepared. Anyway, I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Love you too honey. Good night and be safe tomorrow.”

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When Aaron arrived home the next night, he was greeted by the sight of you dozing on the couch.

Easing himself down on the edge, he swipes a lock of hair from your face. He softly kisses your forehead and watches as your eyes flutter open.

“Aaron?” you murmur. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” he whispers. “How are my girls?”

“Better now that you’re home. I’ve had some pretty intense back pain, but otherwise fine.”

“Well sleeping on the couch probably isn’t helping,” he states matter of factly.

“Oh thank you doctor,” you reply sarcastically, giving his arm a playful slap. “I would never have known.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get some sleep.”And with that, he sweeps you off the couch, heading for the master bedroom.

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You woke the next morning still in pain, but not wanting to disturb Aaron. You struggle to sit up, finally managing after a few tries. You pull back the sheets and immediately get a sense of panic and dread at the sight of blood on the hem of your nightgown and the sheets beneath you. As the tears begin to stream, you instinctively call out for him.

Waking up at the sound of his name he asks, “what’s wrong, baby?”

But he realizes the problem before you even get a chance to respond.

Amazingly he seems not to panic at all. The tears and hysterics don’t faze him at all. He simply grabs you out of the bed, carries your directly to the car, and buckles you in.

“Stay right here,” he instructs. “I’m getting Jack and we’re going to the hospital right now.”

What seems like an eternity later, but in reality was only a few minutes, Aaron emerges from the house with Jack and the go bag.

He peels out of the driveway and drives to the nearest hospital with no regard for the speed limit.

When you arrived to the emergency entrance, you look at him with a panic stricken face.

“I’m scared, Aaron.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he says soothingly. “I’m going to get you some help.”

The next thing you know several people are helping you out of the car and loading you onto a stretcher. As they wheel you inside he follows closely behind with Jack asleep in his arms.

“What going on?” you plead.

“I don’t know, love but they’re going to help,” he reassures.

Just then you overhear a member of the medical staff informing Aaron that he’s not allowed any farther.

“What do you mean he can’t come with me?” You wail.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but bleeding is very serious. Both you and the baby could be in danger. We need to get you treatment now and we can’t have any family in the room.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron says in a very calm and sure tone. “They’re going to take good care of you. Everything will be fine.”

“FINE? Nothing about this is fine!” you shout. “I can’t do this without you, Aaron.”

“Yes you can,” he replies, holding your hand. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You have to. Do it for her.” He says, placing his hand on your belly.

“We have to go now,” one of the nurses insist.

“Be strong for me okay?” He pleads, gaining a short tearful nod from you in response.

“I love you,” he calls out as they wheel you swiftly down the hall. Just before the stretcher is out of sight he hears your response.

“I love you more.”

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Collapsing into a chair in the waiting area, mind racing with worry, Aaron does the only thing he can think of at the moment.

The phone rings, and then,

“Aaron! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after a case,” Rossi says. “We don’t have plans today, do we?”

“No, Dave. It’s Y/N. We’re at the hospital.”

“Wow, I didn’t think she was due for a few more weeks.”

“She’s not,” Aaron explains, his voice beginning to break. “When we woke up, she was bleeding. From what I understand, it’s pretty serious. You’re the first person I thought to call.”

“Oh my God,” Rossi breathes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Should I call the rest of the team?”

“Yeah, I think that would be best. I could really use some help with Jack. He’s still asleep for now, but,” Aaron pauses for a moment, choking back tears. “I don’t know what to tell him when he wakes up,” he finishes quietly.

“Just hold on, Aaron,” Rossi replies. “We’re coming.”

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Within an hour, the whole BAU team was crowding the hospital waiting room. Hugs were exchanged and Aaron had handed a still sleeping Jack off to JJ.

Everyone waited in tense silence, not knowing quite what to say.

“I’m scared out my mind, Dave,” Aaron confines to him. “I can’t lose her. I’ve been through too much already. And Jack, God it would crush him if anything happened to her.”

“I think he’s waking up,” JJ whispers.

“Dad?” He asks in a daze as he wakes. “Miss JJ? Where are we?” He questions now aware of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Coming over to squat down in front of him, Aaron does his best to explain.

“Well buddy, this morning mom got sick, so we brought her to the hospital, and the doctors are taking good care of her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” he inquires. “And my baby sister?”

“I hope so, the doctors are working really hard to make mom better okay?”

“Daddy, we should say a prayer for Mama,” Jack responds. “And my baby sister too.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Jack,” Aaron responds, as he quickly turns away to wipe a tear.

The whole group gathered closely around Jack and Aaron. Everyone took turns saying prayer for the health and well being of Y/N and her unborn daughter.

Moments after the last amen was said; just when Aaron thought he would die if he waited a moment longer, a doctor came through the doors.

“Mr. Hotchner?”

Aaron stood, bracing himself for the news.

“Is it alright if I speak in front of the group?”

“Yes, they’re family. Please, just— do you have news about my wife?”

“Sir,” the doctor continues with a look of concern. “You all may want to sit down for this.”

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