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[cricketnationrise]

5:18am

Texas Farmhouse that belong to Alex and Henry

Alex and Henry plus babies (fur or human your choice)

Red White and Royal Blue

a last rwrb ficlet before the movie comes out (i'm not screaming you're screaming oh who am i kidding i'm definitely screaming) thanks for the prompt, enjoy some relaxing early morning vibes 💜🦗

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texas farmhouse, 5:18am

Normally, Alex would be annoyed that sunlight across his face pulls him out of sleep before his alarm goes off. Normally, he’d hide his head under a pillow or tuck his face even deeper into the crook of Henry’s neck to block out the bright rays.

Today, Alex lets himself be drawn out of sleep with the dawn. Today he stretches out with his eyes closed and basks in the gentle warmth of the sun through the windows before tucking Henry more firmly into his side. Today, there are no alarms, no jobs to hurry to, no events to be seen at. Today, (and the rest of the week, what a fucking miracle) there is only Alex and Henry and the wide open skies of Texas.

A quizzical sound comes from Henry, muffled by Alex’s chest, and he’s just so fucking content that he drops a kiss to Henry’s temple and blinks his eyes open; watches the clouds change color as the sun rises through the trio of skylights above their bed. The house is quiet around them, no sirens or shouting from the streets of Brooklyn, no clacking of nails on the floors – David presumably still tired out from all the exciting new places to explore and smell yesterday.

Alex’s mind is quiet for once and it shouldn’t be marvel but it is – just getting off the plane in Austin yesterday had his shoulders relaxing, his jaw unclenching, his energy calming (although that might also have been to do with the way the Texas sun caught Henry’s hair like a halo). Just like every time they’ve come back to visit his home state, Alex had had to catch his breath at the sight of Henry’s eyes reflecting the bright blue of a Texas sky.

He still can’t quite believe that this place – a refurbished farmhouse on a mid-size piece of land, close enough to Austin for convenience, far enough from the city to feel like it’s all alone – is theirs. His and Henry’s. A place all their own that they can retreat to at need. For all the strange and wonderful things that have happened to Alex since his mom first ran for President, the fact that he and Henry own two properties is definitely the weirdest.

Alex knows they won’t use this place as often as either of them wants for a few years yet. Right now, it’s an investment, a promise to their future selves: one day, when our lives slow down and the bustle of New York is more of a grind than an opportunity, we’ll come here, and just be.

[josephinekhawaja]

Following up on my post at the risk of being laughed out of the fam. We all wanna see Uncle Boba and Aunt Fennec so let's go.

[rwrbnygiftexchange]

Do I post my gift on AO3 or Tumblr?

As long as you also post it here on tumblr, you can post it anywhere you want.

[virtie333]

You are the Patron Saint of Strength, Endurance and Beauty. Also Minor Saint of Horses lol

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[renee-writer]

Everyone check out Rainfall from my dear friend and awesome co-writer @omgbarbiegurl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48813307

[bitbybitwrites]

It's been awhile again since I've done any of these - lately computer issues have kept me from writing, but here's a few snippets ( one Klaine and one FirstPrince WIP) that I was working on before my computer decided to be a pain in my ass.

Thanks to the following people for tagging me for WIP Wednesday and Six/Seven/Several Sentence Sunday in the past few weeks ( if I forgot anyone in this list below I'm sorry!):

@taste-thewaste @thighzp @porcelainmortal @getmehighonmagic @littlemisskittentoes

@thesleepyskipper @alasse9 @stratocumulusperlucidus @softboynick @sophie1973

@sheepywritesfics @onthewaytosomewhere

Snippets are under the cut.

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1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home ( Klaine fic) cc @datshitrandom

“But you never came by when I was awake.”

“I . . I was too afraid to hear what you’d say if you saw me.”

The blood began to pulse in Blaine’s ears.  “What did you think I would have said?”

Kurt sighed.  Now he was the one averting his eyes.

“That you never wanted to see me again.  That you hated me. . .” he murmured.  “I . . I hurt you, Blaine.  I can’t change how badly I fucked up.  I know I did.  I know I did big time.  And . . it was . . it was horrible of me to do everything that I did. Because you are right.  You deserved so much better than that.”

Kurt stood up and began to pace nervously.  “Look.  I was afraid. Hell, I still am a bit.  Afraid that maybe Sebastian was right.”

Blaine sat up straighter at the mention of the younger Smythe’s name. “’What?  What did Sebastian say to you?”

 Kurt flinched at the sharpness in Blaine’s tone.  “He . . he said . .” Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, sinking back into the other end of the couch.  “Sebastian said that . . I was nothing but a novelty to you. A joke . . basically some sort of low brow entertainment for you on the side.  I wasn’t anything that was worth your time. And there was no way I could be able to keep up with your . . lifestyle . . .”

Blaine paled.  “Kurt . . I would never . . you. . .you don’t really believe I felt that way . . .”

Kurt let out a wet laugh.  He shrugged his shoulders.  “No . . but . . Blaine, come on.  What could I possibly give to you?  I can’t take you to fancy restaurants or trips out to the Hamptons. I don’t own a penthouse or a limo.  I don’t even own a restaurant.  I’m just this  . .  this nobody from a rural town in Ohio. . . You’re . .”

“Don’t.  Don’t say it.”

“You’re an Anderson, Blaine.  And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I might have to disagree.” Blaine muttered

Kurt shook his head, his expression sofenting.  “Look, if you take your father out of the picture, the Andersons are pretty amazing.  They are caring and selfless. They are philanthropic and so loving and open-hearted.  You. . . your brother. . . your grandmother.  You’re all the same.  And it's wonderful.”

*****

2.) From Puppy Love (FirstPrince fic) - cc @omgbarbiegurl

“Now do you have all of your stuff?  Remember you’re at Tia Nora’s tonight.”

Raf nodded.  “I packed everything.  Even a ball so I can play with Tia Nora’s next door neighbor.”

“That’s nice.” Alex said as he hustled around his apartment, shutting off lights.

“He’s adopted and he’s really nice. Sometimes he’s allowed to come over and play with me if I stay over.”

“You finish your homework first, right?” Alex asked

Raf sighed and rolled his eyes.  “Yes.  Tia Nora won’t let me do ANYTHING until I finish my homework first.”

“That’s good.  Glad you made a friend over at Nora’s.”

“Papi?”

Alex  hummed as he started flicking through his phone , partly to see if there were any new work messages from Liam or June, partially to see if Henry had texted him. “Yeah, mijo?”

“Are you sure we can’t have a dog?”

“Raf . .”

“I’d take care of it really well, I promise . .  .” the little boy pleaded.

Alex knelt down as he could be more at eye level.  “Hey, I know you want one.  But it wouldn’t be fair to a puppy to be left alone so much - with my work schedule and then you not even being home at at Tia Nora’s place.”

“But we could bring it there.”

“Tia Nora is doing me a HUGE favor by watching you when she can.  It wouldn’t be fair if I gave her 2 kids to look after - a human one  AND a furry one.”

Raf pouted, crossing his arms.  “I don’t think she’d mind.”

Alex pulled his son into a tight hug.  “Once everything kind of slows down and we can get things settled so we’re home more, we’ll look into it.  Until then, you always can come with me to the rescue and help out playing with the animals who don’t have homes yet.  They get pretty lonely there sometimes.”

A small dramatic sigh erupted from the small frame in Alex’s arms.   He had to bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. 

“OK . . but can I do it soon?” Raf asked.

“I’ll check the schedule with Tia June and we’ll see what we can do.”

“¿Prometes? (You promise)” Raf asked as he held out his pinky to his dad eagerly.

“Si.  Lo prometo, mijo.(Yes, I promise, son.)” Alex said with a smile.

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[damadisangue]

All time favourite character poll.

I was tagged by the always so kind @judasiskariot 🩷 Thank you so much, my dear!

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

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[mammameesh]

Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better.

tagged by @ramonaflow, @raspberryconverse. @jesuisici33 and @obsessedwithdavrick

Last Song: Got You, Noah Reid ,

Last Movie: Bottoms. I highly recommend it. It's funny, quirky and queer.

Currently Reading: Outside fanfiction? RWRB re-read.

Currently Watching: Lately been on a Black Lightening kick.

Current Obsession: probably RWRB fics?

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[ladywynne]

Part 7 - Six Years Old: Where do babies come from?

For @omgbarbiegurl I hope you like!

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“Papá?” 

“Hmm?” Jake answered distractedly. He was under the hood of the car working while Mandy drew chalk pictures on the driveway. 

“Where do babies come from?” 

“Wha’?” Jake jerked his head up so fast he hit the metal hood. “Ay!” He cursed under his breath, turning to face Mandy as he removed his cap to rub the sore spot. “What are you talking about chiquita?” 

Mandy glanced up at him, but went right back to her ladybug drawing, “Aaliyah said her baby sister came from her mommy’s tummy, but how did she get in there?” 

Jake froze. Shit. Nope. Nada. No. He shoved Marc forward. 

Mandy looked up when he didn’t answer and blinked when she saw Marc instead of Jake. “Hi Daddy. Where do babies come from?” 

“Umm...” Marc floundered, still holding his sore head. “Storks?” He heard Jake snort. Of course, the man thought it was funny now that he was out of the hot seat. “Wait, no. Um, when a mommy eats a watermelon seed in the cabbage patch...” 

Oh, for heaven’s sake! Move over. 

[myth-blossom]

Thank you for your ask, @omgbarbiegurl!

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I have lots of WIPs but I’ll share an angsty bit from an idea I’m hoping to knock out next year. :)

47 crept over the balcony as a light flickered within the penthouse. He calmly rose to his feet as she emerged with a gun.

“I knew you would show up eventually.”

He nodded. “It took some time to find you.“

“Why are you here?”

“I’m here to help you.“

“Help me?” she scoffed. “That’s rich.”

“Diana—“

“I think you’re here to finish what you started.”

“That’s not true.“

“Then what is?”

“We’re…I’m your friend. We’ve been friends for years.”

“I doubt that,” she said bitterly. Her aim remained steady. “How could we ever be friends after what you did to my parents?”

47 forced himself to ignore the stabbing ache in his chest. He turned his palms slightly outward as a shrug. “It’s the truth.”

“Prove it.”

He took a deep breath.

“You have a small scar on your left elbow. You were hurt playing in the park with James.”

Diana’s lips parted in surprise. After a moment of silence, he continued.

“You have another scar, here—“ He slowly pointed to the middle of his right thigh. “—when Savi’s men attacked you.”

47 waited as she eyed him curiously.

“What else?” she murmured.

He lifted his hand up towards his chest. “Do you remember this one?”

Diana mimicked his action with her empty hand and shook her head.

“That was my greatest mistake.”

[sperastella]

Thank you @virtie333 for the tag! List 5 things that make you happy, then tag the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.(ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

My morning gym routine. I know it sounds crazy, but my favorite part of my day is waking up at 5am to go to the gym, shower, eat a real breakfast, and generally chill before my day begins. It's become a cathartic ritual for me and one I cannot live without.

Family dinners. I come from an Italian family and while my extended family isn't as close as we were when I was younger, I do try to have dinner with my parents and siblings at least once a week. We all try to pitch into the dinner too, bringing sides, main courses, desserts, etc to keep it interesting.

My TV Shows. I admit, I'm a TV addict. I'm always on the lookout for TV shows that I can get lost in. A few of my recent favorites have been Mandalorian (obviously), Slow Horses (Apple TV+), 1923 (Paramount+), The Recruit (Netflix), and The Night Agent (Netflix). In case you can't tell, I've been on a bit of a spy/espionage kick. Now that the Last of Us is over that might be next on my list to binge. 😃

Video Games. Besides TV, I'm also a big gamer. I love narrative games and I'm so excited for two big releases coming later this year - Star Wars: Jedi Survivor and Final Fantasy XVI. I adored Fallen Order (preparing for Survivor with another playthrough) and I've been a huge Final Fantasy nerd for over two decades going back to my first time playing Final Fantasy 7.

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[dailyfryes]

@omgbarbiegurl submitted to dailyfryes:

I just noticed that Jacob and Evie are left-handed. I am probably the last person to notice this. So apologies.

They are? All assassins have their main gauntlet on their left hand and often use other weapons with either hand, and like Ezio and others, the twins have two hidden blades but the one on their right hand is just a blade hidden under their sleeves. And they hold their weapons (cane sword/kukri/brass knuckles) in their right hand when they fight. If anything they’d be ambidextrous. 

[virtie333]

Thursday Tease

Happy birthday @omgbarbiegurl!

Here's a tiny bit of smut for you.

New Recruit will premiere next Thursday, May 9, on AO3!

NSFW below the cut!

They continued to play in the water, taking turns with the soap and splashing each other, laughing. Rey washed his hair and he returned the favor. He once again held onto her tight as she rinsed the soap out of her long dark locks. Dusk fell upon them, and the jungle around them became loud with the music of nighttime fauna. Their playful touches turned heated once more, and soon Poe led Rey back to the shore.

They didn’t make it back to their little cave.

Rey dropped down on her knees on top of the towels, her wet body shining in the pale yellow light that was already appearing as the gas giant Ajara started to rise. She lowered her front end down, resting on her forearms, and slowly swayed her ass back and forth, taunting him. No. Inviting him. How could he refuse?

He kneeled down behind her, grasping her hip firmly with one hand, and accepted her invitation. Slowly, he sank into her wet, welcoming heat. He closed his eyes, absorbing the feel of her. Her smell. The sounds she was making.

“Poe…” she breathed, raising up and leaning her body back into him as he began to slowly thrust in and out. He wrapped his arm around her, grasping her small, perfect breast in his hand and squeezing gently. His other hand left her hip and moved around to play with her clit. She gasped and moaned, her cunt clenching around him in reaction. “So good,” she moaned. “You feel so good.”

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 78

A/N Most of this chapter is the always amazing work of @omgbarbiegurl . Give her some love y'all.

AO3

A woman ran through the woods in a mad run, tugging her child behind her.

“Come on dear, we’re almost there!”

 

Fear was the driving force behind her midnight run, not normal fear, but pure unadulterated terror.

 

She turned quickly and then ran toward a hill.

 

“Mama Bees!” The child shouted.

 

“Yes darling, Bees. They will help us, don’t worry.”

 

Once the pair made it to the top of the hill, she looked out over the tops of the trees.

 

She could see light blooming in spurts. Their pursers were quickly coming upon them, she had to act now, or it would be the end of both of them.

 

She tugged the necklace from around her neck and wrapped it around her child’s neck.

 

“When you get to the other side, you tell anyone that speaks to you that you want to see Dr. John Morrison. You say that name over and over, nothing else, just that name. Do you understand?”

 

“Mama-”

 

“Shush! Repeat that name.”

 

“D-D-Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Yes, his name is Dr. John Morrison. He will help you; just show him the necklace and tell him my name.”

 

“But you’ll come too!”

 

Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “I’ll be with you, even if you can’t see me.”

 

She looked over her shoulder. It had to be now.

 

With a cry, she shoved her child against the large stones, not flinching when he disappeared.

 

“I love you darling.” She whispered softly as a large crowd descended upon her.

 

 

The child woke up at the bottom of a hill, a large man was standing over him.

 

“You alright there?”

 

The child blinked his eyes.

 

“Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Who? What? Just say still, I called for help. You’ll be okay.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison.” The child mumbled as his eyes slid shut again.

 

He woke up again in a strange room with a woman in white fussing over him. There were strange and loud noises surrounding him.

 

The woman in white smiled at him.

 

“Hello sweeting, welcome back.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Oh yes, you have been saying that name for a bit. He is coming, might take a bit but he is coming.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison, he’ll help.”

 

“Indeed he will poppet.”

 

The man known as Dr. John Morrison arrived a bundle of nerves.

 

He had no idea why a random young child was asking for him.

 

Unless it was something related to the…incident a few years back.

 

But it couldn’t be.

 

The ends of the Earth had been searched, and a trace had never been found.

 

But now…

 

He took a breath as stepped into the room that he had been directed to.

 

He didn’t speak, just stared.

 

At the child that seemed to be expecting him, waiting almost.

 

John smiled.

 

“Hello there, I’m Dr. John Morrison, you have been asking for me.”

 

The child nodded.

 

John stepped into the room and to a chair.

 

“And you are?”

 

The child smiled.

 

“Mathieu Andrew Morrison.”

 

He is dreaming about the past. A sigh at seeing his mama again. It is so real he can smell her scent, a type of floral, almost rose smell. He wakes gasping, understanding the message. He needs to talk with his father.

 

“You love her?” Andrew nods.

 

“I love her very much. More then I ever imagined loving anyone.”

 

His father smiles. The lad had been a shock. This son that he searched high and low for, not thinking to look in the past. Hearing his haunting tale and how his mama meet her end, it twisted his gut and made him more determined to see to the lad, protect him. Love now, that is one thing he can’t protect him from.

 

“The lass feel the same?”

 

“Aye father, she does. I know I am not her first love but I want to be her last.”

 

John smiles. Despite his rough start, the lad turned out brilliantly. Smart, sweet, compassionate, strong; he is all he can ask for in a son.

 

“Brilliant. Then you must tell her. Everything.”

 

“Father, I worry she will think me insane.”

 

“If she is the right one, she will accept it and you. You cannot enter into a marriage under the shadow of a secret this big.”

 

He knows he is right.

 

He had to tell Rose the truth about himself, it was just simply plucking up the courage to do it.

 

He didn’t want her to think he was crazy, or accuse him of putting on some show.

 

It was his Father that gave him the final push he needed.

 

“If you want to build a life with her, it can’t be on a foundation of lies. If she truly loves you, truly, she will accept all of you.”

 

It didn’t make It any easier though.

 

He decided to tell her as they sat in the Great Room at Lallybroch.

 

They were just having Tea and chatting when he set down his Teacup with a clang.

 

“Whoa easy there, that was my Great Great Grandmother’s Fine Bone China. Legend has it, she buried it away so the English couldn’t get it after Culloden. Then couldn’t find it, so she practically ripped the property up digging for it.”

 

“Clearly she did.”

 

“Nope! According to Legend, my Great Grandfather stumbled across it when he was just a wee laddie. He thought it was treasure and buried it under the house to find it again, and never did. Grandda was the one that finally found it when he decided to build a barn and had to dig up the area. Found it in the brown canvas bag tied up with rope to look like just a sack of something or other.”

 

They both laughed and he took her hand.

 

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asked gently.

 

“I wonder…would you ever want an engagement ring?”

 

“Hmmm, that would depend on who was offering.”

 

“If I should?”

 

“Then it would depend on the ring.”

 

“I want to offer you one, but before I do, I need to tell you something.”

 

“O-kay.”

 

Andrew cleared his throat.

 

“Well when I was a little lad, my Mam took me on a trip. We climbed this huge hill and all I heard were these loud noises, cries of pain and sorrow almost. The next thing I knew, I was falling down a hill. When I got to the bottom; my Mam picked me up, made sure I was okay, and then said: ‘This is our new home. People are going to seem strange here, pay it no mind and say nothing.’ So I didn’t.”

 

Rose sipped her Tea.

 

“Go on.”

 

“So we walked to this little town, maybe an hours walk from the stones. My Mam got a little Cottage and we lived there happily for a long time until she was accused of being a Witch. Then she ran with me…told me to ask for John Morrison…shoved me against these stones…found myself in a strange room…and then met Dr. John Morrison, my Father.”

 

Rose had not said anything, just sipped her Tea.

 

When he was done, silence filled the room, the only thing breaking it was the ticking of a Grandfather Clock from the hall.

 

Rose set down her cup and looked at him, an unreadable look on her face.

 

“Your Mother’s name, was it Laura?”

 

Andrew frowned. “Yes why?”

 

She didn’t answer, simply grabbed his hand, and drug him up the stairs to the second floor.

 

She took him to the end of the long hallway where dusty portraits sat on the wall.

 

“Give me a boost.” Rose ordered.

 

Andrew didn’t hesitate, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted.

 

“I know you’re here somewhere, come on. Ah ha!”

 

She grabbed a portrait down, and when Andrew lowered her down, she shoved it in his face.

 

“Is this her?”

 

Andrew took a step back, blinking.

 

His Mother’s shy, sweet smile looked at him from the clearly antique painted portrait. In a brass name tag along the bottom of the picture was the name: Laura Ann Morrison.

 

Andrew nodded. “Y-Yes.”

 

“Come with me.”

 

She grabbed his arm and yanked him down the hallway to a door on the left, still holding the portrait.

 

Rose didn’t knock, or stand on ceremony. She simply opened the door and stomped in.

 

“Daddy, we have to talk.”

[bitbybitwrites]

OK . . . a little more than six sentences because I love you all . . . so here's some stuff from a Klaine fic and a RWRB fic for you.

Thanks to these folks for tagging me for Six Sentence Sunday and the past WIP Wednesday : @iboatedhere, @taste-thewaste, @forabeatofadrum, @myheartalivewrites, @onthewaytosomewhere,

@porcelainmortal @daisyishedwig ( I hope I didn't forget anyone?)

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1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic) ( cc @datshitrandom)

Cooper smirked.  “Love, huh . . “ he teased.  The blush on Kurt's face proved exactly what he suspected.  Probably exactly what Nana knew already but didn’t want to talk about at the hospital. “Well . . I . . uh . .  I haven’t told him.  I’m  . .  .I’m not sure if he’ll even want that from me . . if he'll want anything from me after . . . everything that happened.  I might be too late.“  Kurt looked away, a tinge of sadness clouding his eyes that even Cooper wasn’t blind to notice.  “I hope I’m not too late," Kurt whispered softly. Cooper couldn’t help but hope these two got their act together.  They obviously had their wires crossed somewhere.  It was enough to make him want to lock them in an elevator or something just so they could talk.  But no, Nan wouldn’t approve.  He’d behave. “Don’t worry, I won’t spill the beans.” Cooper promised.

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2.) From Puppy Love (RWRB/firstprince fic) (cc @omgbarbiegurl)

“I dare you to try.” “Oh, don’t dare me to do anything, sweetheart. I’ll definitely take you up on it.” Henry smirked as he leaned a bit closer.  “Is that so?  So you’d do anything I’d tell you to do, then?” Alex countered by leaning in a bit closer himself, eager to know. “And would enjoy that? Telling me what to do?” “Only if you’d prove to be remarkably well at taking orders, like a good boy.” Alex responded with a sharp intake of breath, his pupils dilating ever so slightly and a tenseness suddenly appearing in his shoulders as he quickly announced:  “Ok. That’s it, we have to go.”

Leaving an open tag for anyone who wants to jump in, an invite to the folks tagged at the top as well as no pressure tags for: @madas-ahatters-world, @little-escapist, @hkvoyage @wowbright @sarkyblueeyes

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