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pbandjesse · 9 months

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I cannot believe Camp is over. It both was the longest summer ever and the shortest. I am driving home now and it's 7:00. I've spent the last couple hours cleaning and organizing and finishing up all the little things I couldn't do because I still had to have my building as a functional space. But while this week had many annoying parts at least today ended in a really sweet way. And I feel really happy and content inside.

After I do my post last night I stayed up way too late. I couldn't get comfortable. I have this problem in my hammock sometimes when I'm trying to position the blanket underneath me where I end up crooked like on the edge of the hammock and then I'm uncomfortable and then finding a way to make the sand hit me in the right way is the whole thing. But once I fell asleep I actually slept really well.

I woke up at like 7:30 and laid in bed until 8:15. I felt weird. But fine. I would get up eventually and washed myself up and tried to shake off my sleepiness. I really liked my outfit today and I felt very cute. But I knew that today was going to have a lot of moving parts. There were a lot of things to do.

this morning I would have a yogurt for breakfast and some of my old pizza from yesterday. And I would take a little walk and then I would go and start putting things away that I could. Most of my stuff I had dealt with last week but there was some stuff I could still deal with. Ty brought some things up throughout the day. And I was able to pack those down into the cabinet. And he also wanted to paint a bow and a spear that he made. I am still a little frustrated that he never came last night or said anything so really kind of hurt my feelings but it's fine. It's his loss if he didn't do the project. And I hope he would value the projects that he did complete.

I did get a little frustrated today because I just felt like I never had moments alone. Someone was always in the building talking to me. And then Louisa was there and she's great and I love her but she just talks talks talks. And Even when I'm trying to talk to my group sometimes she still is talking and she tells me that oh she's just talking to herself. But it's very distracting for me and then it makes the other kids think they can talk over me and then it just sets a bad precedent. I really like that she likes to hang out with me but I also felt very overstimulated having no moments where someone wasn't speaking to me and I couldn't just sit still and do the things that I needed to do.

But to her credit she was incredibly helpful at times. Annabelle had let me take the box of scrap leather that she didn't think was usable and we dumped it on the ground and spent like a half an hour sorting through it to find anything we thought could be cut down into squares to be usable. And while most of the box was too small and is going to be scrapped trash. We got like a good containers worth of material. And it was fun just working on that.

My groups are a little silly today. Like it just felt like everyone was too tired to do anything. Some people made stuff but today no one was really into the project and if they just want to sit there that's them I don't care. I also didn't want to do anything. So most people just hung out and that was fine with me. I enjoyed other people's company and tried to just be chill.

I did not get as much knitting done today as I was hoping. But I'll have tomorrow at the market so I'm not that worried. I worked on putting things away that I still had out and I kind of figured out a plan for my recycling and a lot of my materials and then I came up with a plan for putting away my tables and chairs. Eventually I would also take all the carpets up from under my hammock and fold those up to put in my storage chest. Louisa kept saying that it was getting emptier and emptier in there and she wasn't wrong.

Louisa Kendall lunch with me which at that point I was very burnt out and just wanted to stare at my phone. But my phone was having a lot of services today and was having trouble loading anything. I was excited about lunch though because we had vegetarian hot dogs. And they weren't good ones but I was still excited to eat a hot dog. I love hot dogs. And I sat with Celia and Annabelle and Annabelle did not get her full specialty groups picture but we did take a little shot together and I thought it was really cute. It also was a live photo so we got it as a little video.

And after I finished eating Celia went inside to get her and Annabelle another hot dog and brought my plate to put away for me but then she broke the plate back out by accident and we all had a very silly laugh. And then Annabelle shared some digestive cookies that she brought. I think it's funny that I'm calling them digestive cookies but I I know what I mean. And that's all that matters. And they were fine. A little boring. She described them like a graham cracker and I would agree with that. Like a really light and boring graham cracker.

After that I told him I needed to go and lay in the dark for a little while. And Louisa would come back up and I told her like we said please I need to be alone and she said okay I will be back in 1/2 hour. And I was like okay fine. And I sat in my hammock and read my book and I did not finish it but that is okay. I did enjoy reading and I felt a lot better after taking my alone time rest.

My afternoon groups were fine. I had the little kids. Day Camp one. Kenny's in that group. And he had a little tantrum when I wouldn't let him make a third sculpture. It's not because I didn't want him to make a third sculpture it was because I'd stab myself twice and we were cleaning up. But he's through himself on the ground. And like I get it. I would also be upset but Kenny use your words. Don't throw yourself with the floor. And then I got him a bag and put all the materials in so we can make it later and it was fine. He was over it. But it still made me sad to see him sad. That group actually did make some good stuff but again we ran into the problem with the scissors being terrible. At least their counselors helped. I did not have all helpful counselors today. I had some help from counselors but it is definitely a mixed bag.

I had my little half hour break and during that time I did some organizing and put some more stuff away. I decided that today I was also going to go through my Native American field trip stuff. And so I wanted to make lists of what will be in each kit so that it's in like an easier grab than what I've been doing before. They were boxed already but it was a lot of extra stuff that made the boxes very heavy and I want everything to be much more streamlined. So I made those lists and while I was sitting there a CIT and Louisa came down to ask for help but I was not the best person to be helpful so we found Nick and it was fine. And then Louise and me finished her embroidered pillow. I sewed it on the sewing machine and then she stuffed it and I would do a ladder stitch to hide the seam. And it looked great. I should have grabbed a picture of it because she did such a good job. And the tipis was there.

They were so excited when they found out that I saved metal for them. I haven't let anyone cast anything in like 2 weeks because I wanted the last group to get to do metal casting. And that was such a good call on my part and we had like exactly enough metal to get them all one or two pieces. And they made some really fun things. A fish and then arrow and someone even tried to recreate a nail. It didn't work 100% of the time but we all got to experiment with stuff and it was really fun. And we used almost all of the last ever metal. Couple of them even made rings which are very difficult to do. And Louisa even made one which was really cute. And it was a lot of fun. We talked about metal casting and how that works and what can work and what doesn't and there was experimentation and interesting shapes. And I just had some nice conversations with the kids. And I always really enjoy that. They're a good group.

My last group of the day came 10 minutes early and I was like you have to take them somewhere else in the counselor It doesn't speak a lot and was not super receptive to that. And I was just like I don't know what to tell you my other group is here. I have cleaning up the metal and a couple of their metal pieces were still too hot for them to take. And so I put the memory refrigerator to try the cool them down and it worked a little but it wasn't ideal. So I gave the one that was still too hot to PJ so that he could hold on to it until it cools down. I hope they came out okay. I hate not being able to see them to make sure that they got something cool. Especially because the one girl's piece broke and half the first time for some reason. I think there was still too much dirt in the metal. I'm usually pretty good about cleaning it before I pour it but sometimes mistakes happen.

And then my last group was there for real that time. And they did fine. They didn't make much but the ones that did did a good job. They help me clean up in the counselor while he was not super talkative he did help me bring in every single chair so I didn't have to do it and that was very kind of him. And while they were working I put all of the materials away that I could. And I started clearing off my table that I use for project display and then putting away some of the examples that people made that just came out really good and I was just really happy with how everything was coming together. Ty had brought me more stuff to put away. Including food which I was like you cannot store food in here. And so he said he would take that to the office and I would start putting that stuff in boxes that would fit in the cabinet. And then it was just waiting for the kids to be done. And once they were they helped me bring all the materials in. The girls did so good. The boys did not and I made the pig cardboard up off the floor because they were just kind of slowly putting their shoes on after the hammock and by the time they did the girls had gotten all the supplies inside and they were like oh we don't have to do anything and I said no you're going to pick up cardboard scraps. And then they were mad at me but I don't care because they need to clean up. It's one of those things that drives me insane like when kids say that they have to go to the bathroom right now as soon as we start cleaning. No you'll go one more done cleaning.

But then we were done. My last group of the summer. And I was alone. I would spend the next hour cleaning went away. And then I finally got into my organization of my Native American field trip stuff.

I took a walk down to the office and teased to CJ about how I texted her and she never texted me back but it turns out it was my phone. Because there's something wrong with it today and I'm not getting all the text messages. And I'm sad about it. I want to know what she said to me. But it was good to see her. I know she was super busy today and then I went back up and continued working. Celia texted me and asked if I was up there and she met me on my way back up from the office. And she would hang out with me organization she worked on her computer on her lesson planning and her animal care sheets. American field trip stuff and picking up things that I'm going to use and putting the things that I'm not going to use inboxes with lids so they can go to the Yukon basement. Because I'm sure it'll get used to or something in the future but it's just not something that I need. And I want to try to eliminate as much confusion as possible by having less materials in these boxes.

And I was having a great time doing it. And a couple people even came up to have me sign their T-shirts which I thought was so cute. It was almost all boys but it was very sweet and I always signed with a little teddy bear next to my name.

When one of The stockade counselors came up to have me sign their T-shirt I was like oh can you ask Jorge to come up and give me a hug because I'm going to be leaving tonight. And he said oh okay So he went and got Jorge. And Jorge was like you're leaving tonight?! And I was like yes I know you're flying out on Monday and I wanted to say thank you for how nice you were to me all summer and he was like thank you so much for the sticker and all the stuff that you did and fixing my stuffed animal and he was just so sweet. We got a big hug and then him and the boys were sitting outside because they were hoping my hammocks were there but they were not. And so instead I was like hey I really want the cubby that's down at the lodge. I was told that someone would bring it to me at the summer but it never happened would you guys be able to get it. And Jorge and the boys went and got it from me and I know it was heavy cuz it's solid wood but they brought it all the way up to me and I am just so thrilled. It was such a kind gesture and it really made me feel like people were showing up to for me.. because honestly today I did not feel that way all the time. Especially when I moved all the tables inside the building by myself. I did turn them over like rolling on their side so it wasn't super heavy but I did have to do it by myself and that made me sad.

But then having Celia there she help me carry some boxes down that I absolutely should not have been carrying by myself. She watch me almost fall off a chair and was like nope I'm going to be helping you now. And it was really nice. And she had to leave eventually because she had to work on stuff in the nature lodge but I kept working and around 6:40 I was finishing up as a couple CITs came in to have me sign their shirts and asked about what I was doing and I told him about the name American field trip and they were so excited for me which made me feel really excited. And then I got to meet Antonio's mom and I didn't realize Antonio was only 18 so that was neat. And I got to tell her all about my organization and she seemed really excited about it. I love when people are excited about things I'm excited about.

And I finally got to sign off on Antonio's art project because he worked so hard on his charcoal drawing. And then I went down to say goodbye to the people in the office.

I called them just as they were about to cross the field and it was perfect timing. I gave Heather, Alexi, and Chris hugs and told them how one side of the outside of the art building is stuff for storage and how one side is trash. And how so happy that I'm going to be coming back in two weeks I hope that the ceremony tonight goes wonderful.

But I am going home. I am so tired and so dirty. I cannot wait to take a real shower and wash my hair. I definitely think I have outgrown staying at camp. I think 2 years was enough. But you know it's okay. I love being at camp at the drive isn't bad. I just wish gas was cheaper. I hope that get all of the stuff that I have in the car in the house quickly. It was definitely a struggle to get all of my stuff in here especially the hammock stand. But it's all in here and it needs to be washed desperately. But that's for another day.

I'm almost home now and tomorrow I have the market. And CJ's going to be there so I'm excited about that. And I'm just looking forward to having a couple weeks where I don't have to do anything. So I'm going back to camp on the 5th but for the next two weeks I'm just going to chill. I'm hoping that I can go and see my parents and hoping that I can do some organizing and getting rid of at the apartment and maybe I'll go to the dragon bow festival that I'm looking at the sign for on the highway. But I just hope that it isn't good and restful time.

I hope that you guys all have a safe evening. be careful out there because people are driving like crazy people. Good night my friends.

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courtofmatchups · 2 years

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Hello! When you have time can I please have a matchup?

My pronouns are she/her and at the moment I’m questioning if I’m either aro or demi-romantic

I’m not that good at describing myself so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but I’ll still try 😅

Sorry if this is long-

I’m a generally nice person who really cares about friends and always willing to listen to their problems and help comfort them in the best of my ability(I’ve actually been told I’m really good at knowing what to say lol). Although I have a few hiccups with my emotions(and having a little bit of difficulty controlling them), I try and keep myself calm and collected. I’m also guilty in talking really(REALLY) fast when I’m exited to the point people can’t understand me🧍🏼‍♀️

I’m energetic when I’m with friends I really like(which are few) and can be really clingy with them too, other people not so much haha. I’m also a good person to just chill with as well. I’m also pretty quiet when I’m overwhelmed and feel overstimulated by sounds and just being around people but after a while I’m back to normal, still pretty quiet though. I’m also a little sarcastic and rude when people are rude to me-

I enjoy scaring(and getting scared) people every now and then(it’s completely unplanned 90% of the time lol) and I’m really good at being quiet and walking/running quietly so it normally causes people to get a little spooked when I show up out of nowhere lmao

I can get pretty tired after a while(7+ hours) of hanging out with people but I try and keep my energy up and keep myself smiling

I enjoy sweets, fluffy things, and watching kids(kids love me as well), I also doing enjoy small pranks!

I get distracted semi easily but once I notice I get back to what I was working on even if it’s something really boring(no matter now much I want to fall asleep). It’s also slightly common for me to procrastinate but I end up finishing it in time at some point haha(even if I have to stay up late just to finish it)

I think that’s all of it, again, I’m sorry if this is long 😶

Take a cookie for this inconvenience 🍪🍪🍪

I'm sorry this took so long 😳. I had a lot going on. And thanks for the cookie lol

It seems to me you've captured the heart of...

The Immaculate Adept:

Toa Qelsum!

Oh, creator, this man has gone through a LOT, and you seem like the breath of fresh air he needs. The fact that you listen to your friends' problems and that you seem to know just what to say fascinates him to no end. He'd definitely talk to you to vent once he realizes he can let his fortress of a guard down. I feel like Toa would be a sucker and a half for people who are good with kids, and if he sees you interacting with kids, he would melt

Your energy may catch him off guard at first, but he does appreciate it, especially considering the fact that he lived in really uptight conditions. Whenever you do feel overwhelmed, he'll be sure to get you to a calmer place and then make sure you're okay. I feel like reading emotions and moods is also a skill he picked up while growing up. Your tendency to procrastinate may make him a bit iffy, but seeing that you still get the job done, he can overlook it.

Also, imagine him seeing you sass the hell out of Guy. Toa's respect for you would go through the roof

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You didn't know this party would last so long. You've tried to keep smiling and having fun, but you're at your limit. Toa could see this so he led you to the balcony for some fresh air.

Toa: Are you alright?

You: Yeah. I'll be okay

Toa's perception had helped you get out of multiple situations that got you overwhelmed, and this was no exception. He did tell you that he learned this perception through a lot of his life experiences, and frankly, you were really grateful for that.

Toa: You seem happy. What are you thinking about?

You: I guess I'm just really happy to have you as a paramour

Toa: Heh, I'm glad I have you too

He truly was. Around you, he feels like he can truly let his guard down. Never mind simply letting his guard down, he can have fun with you. It might sound kind of sad, but being perfect (at least on the surface) is all he seems to know. He's glad he doesn't have to handle things entirely by himself. He told you this as you stood outside. You spoke a little more before going in. The guests at the party would miss you if you stayed out too long. You were ready to go after a couple of deep breaths

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#court of matchups #court of darkness #court of darkness matchups #court of darkness x reader #otome #makai nightmare #toa qelsum x reader #toa qelsum #toa quifer

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toloveandbelovedtoo · 1 year

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Day 4: hunger

I'm exhausted as I write this one. I had spent most of the day with my sister and her two kids who are almost 2 and 4.5 years old. We had gone to a plant nursery after I had run some errands to the Walgreens and a very overstimulating boba place before I got there. My nephew had thrown a few tantrums as kids do, we had gardened in the backyard, and I ran around playing a bunch of games.

By the time I left after just 4.5 hours, I was tired, exhausted, and hungry but I had to make the drive back to my house which was going to be a 30 minute drive. I felt so out of it today, just not fully there at times and while I was driving home, I felt so sad and anxious. I wanted to cry and even as I write this, I still do a bit and I might. I remember thinking about this problem I had in my head, the feeling of losing a community, being upset that I didn't feel interested in anything, and how frustrated I was with my emotions.

It was about half way home when I was thinking about giving my sadness and frustrations space, and trying to not think if there was a cause to any of it. Because sometimes there's not really a cause for feeling sad or upset, but I'm still figuring out that space in between finding a cause versus sometimes you just feel whatever for no reason. I think maybe it's the ease and quickness to it? If it takes a lot of probing and nothing comes up, then it's just one of those days if that makes sense?

Anywho, I digress. I had realized that this project in being vulnerable and open and exploring love amongst the other emotions was just an all over new experience and I was outside my comfort zone, so I felt frustrated and sad and I uncomfortable with where I was and everything just felt so off because I am experiencing my space through new lenses and new tools. I remember talking with a few friends a few months ago about how I felt like I was in a metamorphosis, at that time I described being the caterpillar goop. But now I'm the newly hatched butterfly and I'm learning about my new body and wings.

This is a lot to be so open, so visible, so myself with so many people to see me and my thoughts. It's not to say that it invalidates my feelings of a lost community that I was experiencing and feeling my lost of interest, but the way and intensity that they were sitting in my head and heart felt so much louder and messier and intense than I would have normally felt. I remember walking in my door and just feeling so tired and wondering when this was all going to feel normal again and just wanting to feel okay and wanting to be okay and worried that I was spiralling into something dark and concerning.

I sat in my bed eating the arepas I got from Guasaca on the way home and after eating and laying down, I realized how exhausted I was. My eyes feel heavy, my body feels sore, and after some time of just laying in bed doing a word game, I came back to my feelings and saw they had shifted. I felt more stable, I felt like I wasn't spiralling, I felt more in my skin. So I realized I might have just been hungry since it was 7:30pm when I ate and I last ate at 10am. Again, not to invalidate my feelings and thoughts, but it explains the intensity.

I feel like this day was harder to see the love, I'm struggling with my emotions today and this feeling of being exposed and open with so many people. I know I want to keep doing this, I want to learn how to love myself, how to love, and how to be loved. I want to know that I matter to others, that it's not something I have to convince myself is true. I want to learn that I am loved for my goodness, my flaws, my whole being and that I can be messy, I can make mistakes, I can be dumb, loud, forgetful, different, and funny, silly, sweet, kind and just be me. I'm learning to flap my new wings and the wind feels scary but it feels so worth it.

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squirrel-the-adhd-mom · 2 years

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Chapter one- Shit!

Today is September 26, 2022. Alarm goes off. Get dressed. Get coffee, it’s pertinent! Although it does absolutely nothing for me as far as getting my head going like it does for others. It in fact makes me normal. Mind you my brain is running on cocaine from the moment my eyes open. Does this mean I am productive? Absolutely not. But at least the coffee brings me to a space of being able to function without over functioning. See like that. No body cares why I drink coffee.

Ugh…

7 rolls around. It’s time to wake the kids up! Addi (7), Ryann (2) are first. Theo (6), Clayleigh (11 months) next. Before you ask about the fifth she lives with her dad her name is Kadince and she is 10. Everyone wakes up fine. I am patiently asking everyone to get dressed. Theo… Oh my sweet Theo. Instantly nothings good enough. The whining right off the bat. Over stimulation in tow for both of us. Insert eye roll here.

“Mom I don’t want to wear that!”

“Okay honey pick your own clothes.”

“I don’t want to.”

Insert eye roll here.

I just left him to his devices as though the instant gut punch of “nothing is good enough” feeling raids my head. Hopefully it’ll go away. Right?

Shortly after I go down stairs everyone’s dressed I’m making a bottle and guess who comes down stairs fully dress in the clothes that I laid out? You guessed it, Theo. As if none of it even happened… My brain “why the fuck did I have to get upset for you to do just what I asked you to in the first place?” Ignore it, don’t over think it. But there inlays the problem his brain has pushed it away as if nothing has happened. My brain is trying, but is hyper fixated on the “nothing I do is good enough” feeling at the worst time possible. Over stimulation has taken full effect. Mikayla, just let it go… He’s dressed lets get in the car and go to school!

Did I mention that he tried waking up at 5am to go play outside or watch tv? I can’t remember which. Obviously we had him go back to bed but that wide awake brain at 5 am (not normally a thing) put a damper on his entire day. Emotional at school and not wanting to do his work. Which the not wanting to do his work thing is normal. He DOES NOT like to sit down. Anyways a message from his teacher comes letting me know about his day which came at a very inconvenient time. Why? Well let me tell you.

I had to go drop a load of trusses in one town and go 100 miles away to another town to pick up a lid that wasn’t supposed to be there. Insert eye roll here. No body mentioned that they were oversized. If they would’ve I would have taken a self permitting permit to avoid going completely out of my way to the port of entry.

Overstimulation headed my way.

Needless to say to the port I go. If you want to feel judged and like your doing something wrong this is the place to go. BUT the guys up there were actually really nice and quick to get me out of there promptly. So there’s that. Thank the man upstairs they didn’t look at my annual inspection, because it’s expired! Ahhh overstimulation avoided. Thanks guys! As if they knew it would’ve been happening anyways. Still thanks for not being ass holes! For those of you that don’t know oversized loads can’t be on the road after sundown… You have one hour after sundown to get to a stopping point. All of the shit show stated above started happening at 330ish. I left their location at 430! Are you fucking kidding me? Got to the port at 5. Home base is 2 hours away. That’s right I was frustrated. The sun goes down at 730 this time of year. Insert yet another eye roll here. Cruising along and suddenly I hear thunk, pause, thunk, pause, thunk. What in high hell is that? Mind you the port said I could go this direction. Promptly looking out my mirrors to see the peaks of my trusses are taking out construction cones. Bahaha I can’t help but laugh. I continue to go cause at this point I can’t turn around and this is now a game. Maybe I’ll make a rap the the 65 mph thunk, pause, thunk. Don’t mind me I drive a biiiig truck. By the time I’m close to town the suns going down and by the time I’m in town it’s dark. Ahhh instant overstimulation. My brain plays on repeat “please don’t be a highway patrolman, please don’t be a highway patrolman!” Happily planted in the yard no encounters with the men or women that patrol the highway. Thank goodness. A call from my husband come in. I need to tell him something but for the death of me I can’t remember what. Whatever I guess I’ll remember at some point. I imagine you all remember but I am going to have to reread through my blabber mouth to see what it was.

Please hold…

Shit. Theos day at school. I tell the husband. The husband asks Theo about his day. Theo also doesn’t remember his emotional day at school and lack of wanting to work. He’s forgotten… So let’s face it. We are both forgetful. Like I said he’s my mini me. Let’s just let dead dogs lie and hopefully he has a better day tomorrow!

#living with adhd #adhd brain #adult adhd

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nymphiria · 2 years

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅!

[ ❤︎ ] - 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍

— cw: lactation, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, heavy body insecurity, angst w/comfort, praise, soft sex, overstimulation

one truth you’ve come to find is that motherhood is hard. all the headaches, running around, and keeping your little babies out of trouble — it was a job gave no breaks nor did it ever allow you to let down your guard.

but, just like a job, it gave its rewards (that being your 3 sweet children). seeing them giggle and play always warmed your heart and made you yearn for more. your husband obviously felt the same way seeing as how you were pregnant with your now fourth child.

of course, pregnancy came with its changes and challenges. after having three kids, your body didn’t feel or look same as it did before. you were a little more pudgy, especially with your current pregnancy, and you looked much more exhausted than you used to. though you know your husband loves you and doesn’t care, the thoughts in the back of your mind always find their way to creep up on you.

you know the work he does — the environments he stays in. a dark world surrounded with drugs, murder, sex — gorgeous women. women who flaunted their attractiveness and were praised for their beauty — beauty you didn’t think you had anymore. you knew ran had to see them at times. how couldn’t he? hell, he probably liked watching them pass him more than he liked watching you waddle around the house.

it made you sick to your stomach whenever you thought about it. sure, he always kissed you and held you close to him whenever you were near, but did he find you attractive anymore? did he still think you were still pretty after all these years? you didn’t know how if he somehow did.

the bedroom mirror glinted in the sunlight as you observed yourself for the billionth time that day. it was almost routine for you to stop and inspect your body every time you passed it. each time you did it, it made you just a bit more worried. maybe if you dressed up a little, ran would like it! he always loved when you dolled yourself up just for him. it certainly would be a change from the comfortable clothes you always wore at home. besides, it was saturday and he was supposed to be home earlier today than on the weekdays! you could have dinner together and watch a movie — he’d be so excited!

rummaging through your closet, you finally settled on a pretty and comfortable outfit. a cream knit sweater and a long skirt — ran was gonna love the cuteness! even if you were just staying in, it was nice to finally feel pretty for yourself. once the kids were fed and put to sleep, you sat in the living room to wait for ran to get home.

6 PM. he wasn’t home just yet.

7:45 PM. he wasn’t there.

9:23 PM. it’s late.

an unsettling feeling crept up into your throat and made your body break into a cold sweat. why wasn’t he home? he’s hours late than he usually is — what happened? your foot tapped rapidly on the ground as your mind scurried through numerous scenarios. did he have to work late? did his car break down? was rindou in trouble somewhere again?

was he with someone?

no, no. your husband was a faithful man. he always treated you like a princess and handled you like you were made of glass. he would never cheat on you. would he?

it was saturday. the bars and clubs were all open and packed full of different types of people. in places like that, tons of shady people love to hang around and get into trouble. bonten was no exception to this. you’ve heard wild stories from ran and his brother about incidents at these clubs — stories which once made you laugh that now make you scared. maybe they decided to drop by for a drink or two. but then again, he’d call you and let you know. he always does.

by now, you’re frantically trying to call his cell phone to ask what’s going on. one missed call. two missed calls. five. no answer. all straight to voicemail. he never turns his phone off especially if he’s not with you — he was always worried something happened to you. but not tonight.

the anxiety was killing you to the point where you felt you had to vomit. it was 10 PM — you knew he wasn’t coming home. tearfully making your way into the bedroom, you passed by the mirror and once again stopped to look at yourself. the pretty outfit you wore was now overlooked by the mascara running down your face. you turned away from the mirror and drearily opened the closet. before you could remove your outfit, the sound of the front door unlocking resonated in the empty living room all the way to the bedroom.

finally, he was home. upset and disappointed, you kicked your shoes off and sat down to take off your jewelry. ran sluggishly sauntered into the room — walking up behind you to bury his face into your neck. when he looked up, he was surprised to see that you had been crying — the ruined makeup evidence of that. “baby, what’s wrong? did something happen?”, he exclaimed.

hearing your lack of response, he turned the chair you were sitting in around to face him. judging by your face, he could tell you were upset at something. he pulled you closer to him and asked you again. you couldn’t even get your answer out before you were bursting into tears again.

“w-why weren’t you home?! you were so late tonight and i tried calling you a hundred times. y-y-you always answer so why not tonight? are you sick of me? is she prettier? i k-know i’m not as pretty as i used to be ran, but i’m trying…”, you said between sobs.

before you could speak again, ran was pulling you into a tender kiss to silence you. “baby, i’m sorry i wasn’t home on time tonight. my phone died at a meeting and i forgot to ask rindou to call you. i promise you that’s why i’m late,” he spoke shakily. “why would you say that about yourself? you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life. you’re my wife. in fact, you’re even prettier carrying my baby. i’m so lucky to have you and i’d never trade you for any other woman.”

smiling slightly, you wiped the tears streaming down your face and calmed your breathing down. ran softly pulled you into another kiss — thumb stroking the side of your cheek. after pulling away, he looks up from your lips to your eyes.

“want me to show you how beautiful you are?”

it’s been two hours since ran undressed you and dove between your thighs. you’ve came… how many times? four? seven? you couldn’t remember — the overstimulation was frying your brain and turning you dumb. ran, finally pulling up for air, grinned cheekily at you. your juices covering his mouth and chin, he rose up and kissed you sweetly once again.

“r-ran..”, you spoke wearily. “..’s too much!”

bringing his hands up to your swollen tits, he softly kneaded them until droplets of milk came out. he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto your nipple. slowly sucking and swirling his tongue — drinking your sweet milk and moaning while he did so. not once did he let his eyes leave yours.

finally letting go, he grunted, “need to make my baby feel good, make her feel pretty”. once again, he dove down to continue sucking on your soft tits. the sensation of his tongue and the milk coming out was too much for you. before you knew it, you were squirting all over the sheets of the bed. ran fucked his fingers into your soaked pussy to ride out your orgasm.

after you came, he brought his fingers to your mouth for you to taste yourself. softly sucking on his fingers — love replacing the look of lust in his eyes.

“if i get to see you like this every day, i’m gonna keep getting you pregnant.”

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myclownjunction · 3 years

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Thick thighs save lives- Karl Heisenberg x Reader request

There will be SMUT or NSFW under the cut, so if you're under 18+ cut it out! Kids are not allowed here!! YOU HEAR ME, KIDS!!!! *O)-(O*

*You had thick thighs and it was hard to find clothes especially jeans, they were always RIPped, and damn that highly irritated you but not a certain metal man that was enjoying your thunder tights.

*But your thick tights made the said so powerful metal man aka Karl Heisenberg fall for you, the first time when you met him you caught him between your thighs during a fight and he surrendered, he for real tried to pry off your tighs to no avail making you smirk at him.

* "What is it my man, you have a tight time there!?" that made him smile and laugh he loved puns, and that made you laugh as well releasing him from your death grip, he'll call you my sweet little Phyton after this, believe me, he will!

*Karl always liked being there between your thighs, he loved the danger they possessed but also how sensitive they were whoo boy and they were hypersensitive. He wanted more as he tried to always slide in between your tights earning giggles from you as his beard tickled you, oh you were in for a long tease session right there!

*Karl, on the other hand, loves your dem thighs, his huge, rough hands rubbing them making you moan as he smirks with a cigar between his teeth, he enjoys the noises you make for him, as he feels your muscles twitch between his hands.

*SOCKS TIIIIIME! Long, short, middle, crop anything, but OH.MY.GAWD if you put on leather stripes and belts you'll give the hard on to the man INSTANTLY, he'll consider to stripe you while in the bedroom;)))

*Skirts, yes Sir, tight jeans bring them on, our man want to see your curves and thickness and there's no excuse, for you o hide them from him, you'll have hickeys and bites on them 24/7.

*Karl loves his morning coffee but more of this morning routine he loves you on his lap and to nuzzle at your neck while reading some of his project blueprints or just resting his hands and massaging your tighs.

*Heisenberg once brought you leather socks made from leather and belts, you have no idea where did he get them but you love them, and you put them more often to tease him.

Smutty ahead take a sip ;)

*Heisenberg FRIKIN LOVES to rub himself from behind you, oh yeah, even dry humping you as you try to concentrate on some task and ignore it, you can't ignore how good does it feel, so occasional moans and helps follow as this smug bastard enjoys teasing you.

*Karl loves to give you massages because it leads to something that makes him smirk smugly and rub harder, making you arch and moan into his touch, he knows he got you.

*Heisenberg loves to nuzzle and lick your thighs, hardness.exe has started, let him just smooch your thighs he's like a leech that loves to bite in and stuck in there, he loves when you try to squeeze your thighs but don't try it for too long it might end with a punishment.

*He loves to scratch your thighs, bites, licks, sucks, damn when you ride him, he's moaning and snarling, hissing, purring mess under you, you're one strong female and that makes him go but if you add a snarky sexy comment boooi "What is it Karl, is it the moment where I tame this wild steed for once?!" he'll growl at you playfully.

*Karl loves to massage your thighs and giving you oral, but you wait, this man will drive you nuts because...orgasm denial, otherwise, he's very strong don't fool yourself that you're the one in charge, but that doesn't stop him knockin' you out after multiple orgasms and get going on for hours, this man has the stamina to go for ages, just you wait, you little tease!

*When you pushed the Tease button is the hell that broke the heck lose, does this metal man has NO stop button because once he got you you're gone, he has you everywhere on the table, the wall, the bookshelf, heck even the workbench, the bed-mangled, broken, sheets wet with body fluids from both of you.

*Heisenberg is thick and huge as a damn steed's cock taking him is a challenge but you love it, as both of you are challenging to bring each other over the edge, which happens so fast darn it, 13 orgasms later you still keep it going on and on.

*If your poor soul hasn't passed out he will definitely strap your thighs and he will have his way with you, denying your orgasm, overstimulate you while praising with a dirty talk "That's it baby girl, so good for me, looks like I tamed my wild mare, hmm?!" he will absolutely love to spank you like prepare your poor body for it!

*Heisenberg is the man that loves to give and receive oral, but what he loves the most, squeeze your thighs together and let him thighfuck you, ad damn this makes him lose his mind and yours too ;)

*If you're naughty he'll punish you, and hell hold you hind because this man sure has strong and rough hands, he loves to see your skin red and angry with his handprint in there, after he'll give you aftercare and kiss it sweetly praising you "You did so good for me baby, such a lovely doe you are, all for me!"

*Karl also loves you to rub and come on his thighs, damn you seen his thighs, just ride them like a fun damn ride, he loves you to soak his thigh while he whispers dirty notings in your ear pushing you to the edge bit by bit.

*If you wear knee-high socks when having sex bonus points to you, leather ones holy hell you got him, stripes or leather belts, welp you won't be able to walk for weeks I give you my word!\

*Cowboy riding, groping, slamming, spanking, rubbing, massaging all-inclusive when with he'll be ready they would never let you go even if you wanted to now you got yourself a Metal Daddy!

Hehehe I burn in hell, hello, come and burn with me!

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ff-imagines · 3 years

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uhm this is embarrassing thing to request but,,,,,,, how bout u know,,,,,, nsfw alphabet/scenario/hcs with blobster. 👁️👄👁️. I'm sorry.

Boston lobster: nsfw alphabet

Minors dni xoxo

A - aftercare

Admittedly kinda sloppy, it doesn’t occur to him that he should probably check up on you till he’s like “oh shit humans need water” and he suddenly shoots up to grab some and come back to you lmao

If you explicitly ask you get no back talk from him, he just carries you where you need to be and makes sure you’re feeling alright.

Will be endlessly prideful if u say you can’t walk, express your soreness at your sanities risk bc he’ll bring it up for ages

B- body parts

Oh he’s got no shame to tell you he loves your ass and thighs. The type to walk by you and give you a tap on the ass while smirking to himself. Doesn't matter how much or how little you've got he’ll still ask at least once if he can fuck your thighs lmao

Does his height count? He loves how he towers over most humans and food souls alike, chances are he’s probably taller than you, and he really likes that. Sulks a bit if you’re actually taller than him lmao.

They aren’t his favourite part of him but I gotta talk about the antennae. They’re weirdly sensitive, pulling him makes him squeak, which ends with him chasing you or with him chasing you, take your pick. When he catches you he makes it his goal to find a weirdly sensitive part of your body and to tease that spot endlessly. Tickle fight ensues but it’s more like you’re suffering while he’s maniacally laughing above you.

C - cum

It’s thick as fuck and very salty, rip lmao

He likes to cum inside or on your thighs, look they’re very squishy and nice ok he can’t help it </3

He’s also obsessed with not only making you cum, but just… your cum. Amab or afab readers, he will delight in making you watch him swallow. Would also bring his hand up to make you taste yourself, grinning the whole damn way.

D - dirty secret

He’s really affected by scents. If you have a signature perfume or cologne you wear all the time it can make him unbearably horny, since the smell lingers on his sheets and on his clothes long after you’re gone.

E - experience

A fair amount, out of curiosity. Not too many times as he’s spent a lot of years in total isolation. His curiosity is a more recent development, he finds he likes the feeling but something is just missing from his hookups. Then he meets you and is like “ohhhh a relationship is what it was, damn.” Once he realizes that, and even a little bit before when he first starts noticing his internal unease, the hookups stop so he can figure out how to swallow his pride and try and ask a human out lmao

F - favorite position

He loves doggy style because it’s just so so easy to control you that way. He loves to pull you back by your arms, spearing inside you at a punishing pace.

He also would love if you were flexible enough to push into a mating press, getting right next to your ear, whispering about how close he is.

G - goofy

Surprisingly, yea! He’s actually pretty good at making fun of himself, he just doesn’t do it often and doesn’t like it when someone he’s not close to does it. He gives little teases here and there, it eases tension quite a lot.

H- hair

He doesn’t shave for shit lmao. Intense happy trail, intense amount of body hair over all, he actually prefers it that way.

He keeps the same energy with your body hair and will come out and tell you he kinda likes it if you don’t shave. Ultimately he doesn’t think on it too hard, it doesn’t bother him in the end, whatever you want, he wants too!

I- intimacy

He’s not so good at being truly intimate, it’s just not something he’s used to being. If you ever, by some miracle, convince him to let you top him, he’s actually a lot softer and it’s easier to let his feelings speak for him. He also discovers he likes getting dommed a lot but he won’t tell you that lmao

J- jerk off

Not too often, he’s either super busy or he could just find you and solve the problem in an even more satisfying way.

If he ever can’t, expect him to grab one of your shirts to press to his nose as he fists his cock, the feeling of being surrounded by you is enough to help him finish when he desperately needs it.

K- Kinks

Well, the scent thing ofc.

He’s really into risky sex, a true exhibitionist. He’s hot, you’re hot, who wouldn’t want to see you both put on a show? If it gets it into their heads that no matter how bad they want you, you belong to him, your place is right here, getting split apart on his cock, he’ll make sure the message gets across.

Huge breeding kink. Hates the idea of kids but really likes the idea of claiming your insides. He’d love to push you into the mattress and release as deep as he can go.

He’s into humiliation as well, let him tease you while calling you his sweet little whore, he'll make it worth your while.

He’d love if you let him tie you up, he’d probably get into doing fancy designs that accentuates your body in the best way. A pretty rope to tie up and dick down a pretty s/o.

Also I can’t look at his skin where he’s got that suit on and not know he’s got a daddy kink, I just can’t. He doesn’t care for anything other than the title, it’s more about power than anything else. Call him daddy in public and watch how fast you get taken to a more private area. Or, maybe a less than private area, if you’d let him.

He’s got a thing for size difference as well, he loves to loom over you, even if he isn’t actually bigger than you.

L- location

Anywhere, anytime. He’s a prideful bastard, he’ll show off his ability to get you drunk off his cock any way he can. Not only isn’t there a spot in your house he hasn’t fucked you on, there probably isn’t a place on your street either.

M- motivation

What really gets him going is seeing you when you're at your most confident. If you come to him beaming about winning an award, wearing an outfit you feel great in, even if you just say something cocky, it just makes him so proud and eager to share that confidence with you. He doesn’t want to break you down, he wants to prop you up! Tell him about how good you feel, he’ll make you feel even better <3

N- no

As much as he likes to show you off, he doesn’t actually like the thought of a third party joining in. He might be swayed if it’s someone he really trusts. He also doesn't like receiving humiliation, he’s much too prideful lmao

O- oral

Please suck him off, he’ll be kinda rough with you but he’ll be nicer if you ask. He prefers to be mean though lmao. He likes ordering you around on what to do when you’ve got his dick in your mouth, his words get more incoherent the closer he is, though.

He’s just as eager to give you head too, he treats you like a whole 7 course meal. He loves biting around your thighs before ever touching where you're desperate for him to.

P- pace

Oh he’s punishingly hard. Loves to have a fast steady pace then stop as deep as he can and roll his hips a bit to make sure you feel just how deep his dick is inside you.

There are rare days when he’s feeling soft, those days he’s slow and methodical, gripping into your hips to make sure you can’t wiggle to increase your own pleasure, he wants you to savour the high he gives you.

Q- quickies

Well, why not! So what if you’re in an alleyway near a busy street, and anyone can walk by and see you getting pounded? You’re feeling heated aren’t you? Don't kid yourself, just turn around and let him take care of you.

R- risk

He lives for it. If you’d let him he’d bounce you on his cock in a plainly public place, like a subway car.

It’s a big fantasy of his for someone who absolutely pines for you to flirt just a little too hard, you coming to him and letting him fuck your right in front of them. It fuels his pride beyond belief to show you off.

S- stamina

His refractory time is fairly low. Even if he...can? doesn't really mean he wants to. He prefers either one drawn out, long round where you’ve both been edged to the point of desperation, or a few quick rounds throughout the day.

T- toys

At first they kinda hurt his pride but then he’s like “wait I can strap them on a vibrator and just sit back and watch” and then he’s totally on board lmao.

Forcing you to sit on a chair with a vibrator he had the remote to, keeping you on the edge and smirking while you beg and snivel, having no actual plans to give into your pleading.

U- unfair

Oh fuck yea, strap in babes.

He loves loves to edge the fuck out of you, he’d drag it out for hours if you’d let him. Even better if he can tie you down so you can’t squirm away from what he’s giving you.

Overstimulation is just as exciting to him, but he actually loves it more on himself. Sometimes he’ll overstimulate himself on purpose by still continuing to buck into you even after he’s already cum, determined to chase a second high no matter how painful it feels.

V- volume

Loud groans, and he won’t stop talking. Loves to ask you questions when you’re clearly way too blissed out to answer in any sort of coherent way.

He gets a lot louder near his release, he loves to bite into your shoulder to try and muffle himself. If he decides to be bold and let you hear him, he grabs your jaw and brings his face right next to your ear. What a show off.

W- wild card

He kidnaps small items that remind him of you, not just things that smell like you. That one earring you always wear, a glove, a necklace, picks flowers that remind him of you for whatever reason, he might even go out of his way to buy things that remind him of you, keep them to himself for a while, then give it to you when he’s sure it smells enough like him. He gives your stuff back… eventually.

X- X Ray

Oh please… he spits, sweats, and bleeds big dick energy. I refuse to believe his dick isn’t big enough to make you nervous. Would have you sit on his lap and track a finger up your stomach to measure how deep his cock can go.

Y- yearning

He’s pretty likely to mold to your sexual drive. However often you need him, he’s at your beck and call. He likes to keep it closer to 2-3 times a week if he can.

Z- zzz

He doesn’t sleep all that easily at all, but it gets a little easier when he’s got you in his arms. Prefers to be big spoon, and as much as he hates getting overheated, he just can’t will himself to let go of you. It’s ironically one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s ever had.

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tcsauaskblog · 3 years

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OH MAN I GUESS IT’S TIME NOW HUH???? THEN HERE WE GO KIDS

So Abner is one of the older cousins (about 7 years older than Fethry). He’s not much bigger or taller then other kids his age, but he’s built like a brick wall and stronger than he looks FOR SURE. He’s a rowdy kid, often getting into lighthearted trouble and roughhousing with other boys in the school yard, but all in all, he really is a good kid.

He helps his dad out with the chores on his gran’s ranch without complaint, does the nitty gritty jobs so that his gran doesn’t have to, and isn't afraid to give his mom a hug and a kiss in front of the other school boys (even if they’ll make fun of him later for it, which he’ll then get into a tussle about, but more for the sake of principle than actually denying that he’s a momma’s boy and is embarrassed by her affection.) He really is, truly, a good kid. Just a bit rough around the edges is all.

He’s not good around kids though. He never really payed much attention to his younger cousins till they were old enough to actually hang around with. Donald was always a little too feisty and eager to prove himself, which Abner could respect, and he was fun to wrestle with once he was actually able to hold his own. Della talked a lot, but momma said that was just a girl thing, despite her being just as eager to wrestle and get down and dirty with the boys. Gladstone showed off too much, but sometimes his luck would get them free ice cream down at the shops on Sunday afternoons, so he wasn’t too annoying to hang out with. And it helped that Gus was around his age, and able to help him round up the little gang of hooligans when it got a little too much for Abner to deal with sometimes.

And then Fethry came around.

And he was small. Smaller than the others had been, almost tiny in comparison, and Abner felt his heart flinch every time someone asked him to hold his baby brother. (Either for a family pic for granny or to help momma out sometimes when she was busy)

It wasn’t like Abner didn’t like Fethry. He was a relatively easy baby. Hardly ever cried, compared to what Abner remembered of his cousins as babies, and usually was content just to be held and giggle. Abner just didn’t know what to DO with the kid.

He was just. So. Little. little enough that one wrong move from Abner and his baby brother would break into a million pieces. Not to mention the kid was so adored by everyone around him and was the complete opposite of Abner in every way. Abner didn’t think he could stomach the idea of being the reason this little kid, who was all smiles and stars in his wide brown eyes, cried or got hurt.

So Abner did was any kid his age could do in his situation and just sort of,,, avoided Fethry. Not to be mean or difficult, but just to be safe. Just until Fethry was a little older, a little less breakable.

As the years went by though, it became harder and harder to break this avoiding game they were playing, despite Fethry’s BEST efforts. Because the kid LOVED his cool and distant older brother. He’d follow Abner everywhere he went, would try to copy some of Abner’s poorer choice habits (which horrified Abner to no end, thus furthering his efforts to keep away from Fethry so as not to taint the kid) And even though Fethry got older and wasn’t the baby he used to be, he somehow got even more fragile, even more precious before Abner’s eyes. The kid was as pure hearted as could be, while Abner, entering his early teen years, became more and more rambunctious with his shenanigans and got into a lot more trouble than he was probably worth. He became to hard to be near the kid, a shining beacon of everything good in the world, where Abner was bordering on the darker side of that shadow the beacon cast.

Abner didn’t really mean to get into as many arguments about his estrangement with his kid brother with his folks, mostly his dad. But it was hard to explain himself. Abner was a little too much like his father, where words were hard to come by and actions always did the job of conveying his thoughts anyway. His mother, a kind hearted and gentle spirit, was always able to see through his rough exterior and understand him perfectly, but even she was having difficultly understanding his hesitance to be around Fethry. Abner wished he could be a little bit more like Fethry, the spitting image of his mother’s kind soul, But alas, he was too much like Eider, and that made the two butt heads more often than not.

It was Gladstone’s 7th birthday when the incident occurred.

The party was being held at granny’s ranch, and it was a big family todo, (family events always were) and Abner was getting a little too smothered with all the constant chatter and loud music. He had only stepped away just to catch his breath, to be able to breathe a little easier without all the commotion. He had taken a walk down to the little pond at the bottom of the hill.

He didn’t really like water all that much. He wasn’t a very good swimmer, and after the summer he broke into the movie theatre with some friends to see an R-rated horror film about a sea monster when he was 9, he’d never really been able to look at a body of water the same again. But he had half an egg sandwich he swiped from the buffet table in his hoodie jacket, and feeding the bluegills was always something that calmed him down, so standing on the little dock didn’t seem too scary.

Abner didn’t realize Fethry had followed him down to the pond. He should have. Of course he should have known the kid would. Fethry followed him everywhere, like a little duckling would. Abner should have realized Fethry would have trailed along right behind him.

But he didn’t. He was too stuck in his own head, trying to calm himself down from getting too overstimulated from the party. He didn’t realize Fethry was right behind him.

He didn’t mean to jerk as hard as he did, when Fethry has reached out towards him, he really, honestly, didn’t. The kid had startled him, and Abner was acting on school yard protective reflexes faster than he could stop himself.

To this day he doesn’t really know if he actually pushed Fethry in or not. It hurts to think about. All he knows for sure is two things.

That Fethry fell into the water.

And that Abner didn’t jump in to save him.

Someone did though, Donald a few seconds later. Where he had come from, Abner couldn’t bother to ponder about. Donald had always been a little too protective over Fethry, acting on those big brother instincts far better than Abner ever did. He must have followed after Fethry when he noticed the little 4 year old duckling toddle away from any adult eyes. He had jumped in the water immediately to save Fethry.

Abner wasn’t even sure if the Donald could swim. It didn’t matter if he could though. That wasn’t the point. The point was that Abner didn’t jump in, regardless of whatever excuse he could come up with.

And he tried, for years. Abner spent countless hours trying to wrap his head around why he never jumped in. Why he couldn’t move. Why is heart felt like it broke the second Fethry’s signature, stupidly big hat, disappeared under the water. Why it didn’t feel better when both he and Donald broke the surface again, whole seconds later.

The coming days would be a blur after that. A hazy blur that Abner didn’t like thinking too hard about.

The adults had come to the rescue a few minutes later, Gladstone and Della must have ran to get them after Donald had jumped into the water after Fethry. Fethry ended up ok, if not a little water logged and shaken, understandably. They had demanded to know what had happened.

And Abner couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even make eye contact. Just stared at his own feet, his hands clenching in his hoodie pockets hard enough to leave bruising as he willed the pain in his chest to go away. Donald had no such reservations, and told the story as he saw it.

That Abner has pushed Fethry into the lake.

Abner couldn’t very well refute it, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t mean to push Fethry if he did, he didn’t mean to not jump in after him. He didn’t mean to hurt Fethry. He never did. Fethry was the last person on the earth that Abner wanted to hurt. But that didn’t change the fact that he did hurt Fethry, and that he didn’t do anything to change that.

He was sent away to a boarding school the following week. A school for lost and wayward boys. Boys who had caused so much havoc in their lives, that their parents didn’t know what to do with them or how to help them anymore. It was, for a lot of cases, a last ditch effort to save some reckless boys from causing any more damage to themselves and the people around them. Abner was one of those cases.

He didn’t want to go. Had begged and pleaded and fought tooth and nail not to go. Momma, the sweet soul that she was, didn’t seem like she wanted to send him away either. But Fethry had almost drowned, and neither of them could deny that Abner was the cause of it, and had said nothing to his defense against it. But Pa’s word was final, and Abner couldn’t do anything about it.

The school was strict, but it had never met a challenger quite like Abner Duck. Stubbornness was something tangible, flowing in his veins like the rest of the spitfire Duck traits he inherited, and Abner proved himself to be quite the problem child that everyone had always painted him out to be.

It was about a year later, that Abner got the letter from his gran that his mother had fallen ill. She died the following spring.

Abner felt out of sorts in his suit that didn’t fit him quite right as he stood in the spring rain at his mother’s grave spot. It was under the little oak tree on the hill overlooking gran’s ranch. The pond Fethry had almost drowned in was just a little bit away, in viewing distance at the bottom of the hill. Fethry was on the other side of his father. Abner felt bile creep up in his throat whenever Fethry would peek over at Abner with wide brown eyes that reminded Abner too much of their mother, and try to give him a smile. Abner tried not to hate him in that moment. It wasn’t Fethry’s fault. He was only 5. He didn’t understand what was going on. Didn’t realize the weight of momma’s death. Still didn’t really understand why Abner hadn’t been around the past few months, but still. There was a pit of anger burning itself into Abner’s stomach that he didn’t know what to do with.

He hadn’t seen his mother in almost a year, and now he’ll never get to see her. Never get to hold her hands or give her hugs or eat her brown sugar cookies that was the only thing she could bake without burning. The last memory he has of her alive is when she hugged him goodbye before the boarding school bus took him away. Abner was too upset and angry that he didn’t hug her back. If he had known that was going to be his last moments of her, he would have turned around in his bus seat, to at least see her wave him off, with little Fethry, not understanding the situation at all, waving good bye too.

Abner was incredibly heartbroken, but more than that, he was furious. Furious that his father had sent him away in the first place. Away from his mother, the only person who really saw him for his worth. They had gotten into another fight that night, screaming at each other so loudly that they neighbors dogs, a whole acre away, could hear them and started barking in turn. Abner doesn’t remember a whole lot of the fight. Just that they were both raw from grief and heartbreak, and that Abner knew, that without his mom, he couldn’t stay in that house. Not with a dad who was a little too much like him, and a baby brother who couldn’t have been more different. Abner left for the school again the next morning. He hated being in the school, but it was the only place that was familiar enough to return to, without feeling like it was a home.

Abner got the news that his father died half a year later. Abner didn’t bother going to the funeral, no matter how devastated he was about the news. The only person left from their broken little family, the only person who would, undoubtedly, be waiting for him, was Fethry. And Abner couldn’t see him. Not now. He didn’t know when, but certainly not now. Not after everything that had happened between them.

Abner decided it was best to keep the distance between himself and Fethry. Nothing good came from them being near each other, and this way, Abner knew that at the very least, Fethry would be safer without him around. Fethry had granny to take care of him, and Donald and Della and Gladstone to keep him company. He didn’t need Abner.

Fethry would be better off without him.

#tcs ask #TCS au #Teenage Cousin Shenanigans #abner duck #boy sorry this was long #had a lot of thoughts about the boy #but there you go #that's why abner wasn't in fethry's life growing up #the long awaited abner story #the abner fic would have started out after this all happened #with fethry trying to reconnect with abner because he doesn't remember why abner left and no one would tell him the truth

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countryclubstarkey · 4 years

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Competition - Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank

Requested (I hope you like this! @countryclub-sloppytop)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Threesome, Drinking, Choking, No protection, Cream Pie, Anal, Squirting, Overstimulation, this is also extremely dirty (I don’t know why I keep doing this LOL).

Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: The rivalry between the pogues and Rafe isn’t that big in this, so he’s basically the rude brother of Sarah. The beginning is kind of long because I want to introduce the character, but then it gets into it.

The Outer Banks, paradise on earth. Which is bullshit in your opinion, recently your parents decided to move you to the Outer Banks far away from your childhood town and friends. You were grateful for everything they give you, but moving you away on your last year of high school is stupid. They know that it takes you a while to open up to people, graduating with no friends isn’t that fun either.

The only thing that you don’t mind is the beach, and living by the ocean. You come from a big city, so going to the beach is a once in a while thing that you and your friends did.

“Okay, y/n, we have a family friend who lives here and they’ve invited us for dinner so please be ready by 7 pm.” Your mom says while walking into your room.

Rolling your eyes playfully at her, “Mom, I don’t want to have dinner with a bunch of adults,” you whine at her. Rolling her eyes at you, you can see where you get it from now.

“They have three kids, and two of them are around your age so please socialize tonight and come out of your shell,” she pulls out a black dress setting it on your bed. “Wear this tonight, and start getting ready, or else we are going to be late,” while walking out of your room. You let out a loud sigh dreading tonight’s dinner hoping it doesn’t end as horribly as you think.

Around 7 pm, you finally arrive at a mansion in the extremely rich neighborhood of the Outer Banks. You feel out of place right away, their kids are probably some snobby rich kids. You’re wearing a black deep plunge dress that comes to your mid-thighs. Earlier, You felt slightly overdressed, but now seeing the house you feel like you should have came in a gown.

A middle-aged man opens the door when you reach it, “Hello, oh you must be y/n, nice to meet you sweetheart,” he tells you while shaking your hands. You shake his hand and walk into the house amazed by the architecture and the decor. Your eyes land upon a blonde girl who looks about your age smiling widely at you.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, nice to meet you,” while pulling you in for a hug. You didn’t expect her to be so straight forward, but you return the gesture, “I’m y/n.”

She grabs your hand and begins to give you a tour of her house, you didn’t expect Sarah to be this nice. The rich kids at your old school looked down on everyone and laughed at everyone who they thought was beneath them. She takes you down to the basement where you heard laughter, which seems to belong to a teenage boy.

“Rafe, this is y/n and y/n this is my annoying older brother Rafe,” she says while ruffling his hair. He slaps her hand away and stands up where you can actually see his face. All you can say is wow. He’s at least a foot taller than you, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, and a chiseled jawline.

He looks you up and down, biting his lips before extending his hand out, “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” You blush at his nickname and shake his hand. Sarah pushes him away from you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back upstairs.

“Please, don’t fall for my brother’s game, he has a reputation and I don’t want you to be added to his list,” she rambles on letting you know. You nod your head, but you know you’re going to fall into his trap at some point.

“Kids, dinner,” Ward yells out at all of you causing you to walk towards the dining room. You meet Rose, who is definitely an interesting personality. Also, Wheezie who’s Sarah’s younger sister, she seems a little bratty but it’s probably because she’s not close to your age.

You take a seat next to Rafe across from Sarah, who narrows her eyes at Rafe sending him a warning. Throughout dinner, it was just the parents talking, while the rest of you just ate your food in silence. Towards the end, you felt Rafe’s hand land on your thigh causing you to let out a slight cough. He smirks at your actions and removes his hand pretending like nothing just happened, just wanting a reaction from you. Before you can head out with your parents, Sarah pulls you aside for a second.

“There’s a party on the cut tomorrow night that my boyfriend and his friends are hosting, and you are going to come with me.” Debating whether or not you should go. “I don’t know, I don’t really party,” you simply reply to her. Back home, you preferred partying with your small group of friends rather than a large group.

She pushes you out of the house yelling, “I’ll pick you up at 7.” You laugh at her actions and realize that tonight wasn’t as bad as you thought.

The next night, Sarah picks you up on the dot with Rafe driving the car. While Sarah is talking, you glance at Rafe admiring his features. He notices your stare and sends you a quick wink causing you to pull away and pay attention to Sarah again. You notice the car stop by a huge beach filled with teenagers drinking and basically humping each other out in the open.

“Come on, I want you to meet John B and his friends.” You come face to face with a group of teenage boys who are extremely attractive and a stunning curly-haired girl.

“Guys, this is y/n, y/n this is John B, Pope, Kie, and JJ,” while pointing to each one. You all acknowledge each other, but your eyes linger on JJ a little longer than the others. He throws an arm around your shoulder pulling you towards the keg.

Handing you a cup, “You got to be a bit tipsy for these parties to be fun,” he whispers in your ear cheering his cup to yours and chugging his down. For the few hours, you try to keep up with JJ but the boy was like a machine. Downing each drink like its water, you’re slightly concerned but too drunk to care. You get to know him a little and can point out that he is a natural flirt, which you don’t mind at all.

You forget all about Rafe until you see him walking towards you and JJ. You notice JJ’s mood alter once he reaches you.

“Pogue,” Rafe sneers at JJ. Okay, maybe this really is paradise on earth, because you never thought you would be between two of the hottest guys you have ever seen. “Kook,” JJ replies with the same attitude. However, the tension is a bit much between the two of them, you don’t know why and you don’t want to know.

“Umm, the testosterone is a bit much here so I’m going to go find Sarah,” you say while patting their chests. The two watch your hips sway as you walk away, and look at each other before rushing after you. As they’re running after you, JJ pushes Rafe a little bit causing him to stumble a little falling behind. JJ grabs your waist spinning you around before you could walk any further. His fingers tickling your sides causing you to break out into giggles. Your fun is cut short when Rafe pushes JJ causing him to trip and land on his ass. You burst out into laughter at the look on JJ’s face, but he retaliates by pushing him back.

You sober up a bit when you notice the harsh expressions on their faces, so you stand between the two pushing them away, “how about you both put your toxic masculinity aside and not fight tonight.” The two scoff at you continuing to glare at each other like they’re arch-nemesis.

Feeling bold for the night, you pull the two boys closer to you so that you’re stuck between the two, “how about you fight it out another way,” you whisper at the two. The two boys frown at you not understanding your statement before smirks appear on their faces.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to humiliate you JJ,” Rafe tells the surfer boy. Letting out a low chuckle causing you to feel the vibrations through his body. JJ steps even closer to your body grabbing your hips tightly, “Don’t worry pretty boy, let’s just hope you can get it up.” You try to cover up your giggle with your hand, but JJ does it for you. He leans forward pressing his lips to yours, he tastes like cheap beer, weed, and surprisingly sweet like honey. You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you, feeling like putty under his touch.

Rafe grabs your body pulling you away before connecting his lips with yours causing you to let a soft moan satisfying him. He tastes like the opposite of JJ, you could taste the vodka that he drank earlier, and his mouth still minty fresh from the gum he took earlier. Rafe’s touch is a bit rougher than JJ, he’s kissing you like you are his last meal. You pull away not wanting everyone in the Outer Banks to see your business, “Is there a place where we can go that’s more private,” you murmur at the two. JJ nods grabbing your arm pulling you away from the beach with Rafe following you guys close behind.

The three of you pull up to what looks like an old fish shack turned into a little house, it looks extremely cozy. Rafe looks at the place in disgust, “you live in this trash?” Rafe questions. You slap his stomach, scolding him.

JJ rolls his eyes pulling you into his lap while sitting on the couch, “Sorry, my daddy doesn’t pay for everything.” You felt another fight coming, so you grab JJ’s face pulling him into a bruising kiss.

“How about instead of fighting, one of you fucks me,” you tell them and tugging your shirt off leaving you in your lacy light purple bralette. The alcohol is still in your system making you bolder than other times. They look at each other, agreeing to be civil just for one night before turning back to you looking you down like you’re their prey.

Rafe connects your lip, moving one leg on his lap, while the other remains on JJ’s lap. JJ leans forwards pulling one of your straps down exposing your breasts to them. He grabs the one closest to him and kneads it in his hands. Bringing it into his mouth, his teeth brush against your nipple causing your core to ache for him. His mouth begins to suck and nip the area, leaving love bites all over your breast leaving a reminder of the sinful night you’re going to have.

Rafe turns your attention back on him, biting your bottom lip bringing it in his mouth. His tongue envelops your own, his hand reaching up to wrap around your neck bringing you closer to him. Loosening his grip a bit, “Harder,” you whimper at him. He readjusts his grip slightly causing your breathing to become uneven. The mixture of the tight grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth causes you to pull away for a second to catch your breath. Rafe immediately pulls you back in basically fucking your mouth with his tongue. The sensation from Rafe on your lips and JJ on your breasts cause your core to tighten.

JJ unbuttons your shorts, slipping his hands down feeling your pussy shudder at the sudden touch, “Fuck, she’s soaking,” he tells Rafe. His fingers move your panties to the side, slipping into your heat. You pull away from Rafe whimpering, panting from the pressure on your core. Rafe starts to rub figures on your clit joining JJ. The two begin to match each other’s pace, JJ pumping two fingers in and out of you with Rafe rubbing your clit leaving you wanting for more. Rafe’s other hand returns to your throat stimulating you further causing you to let out a loud moan, “Come on, let me hear you scream,” JJ mumbles in your ear-biting your lower lobe. You feel yourself getting closer, and let out a shrieking scream as you cum all over JJ’s fingers.

JJ slips his fingers out, glistening with your juices. He taps your lips urging you to suck his fingers clean.

You lean forward wrapping your pink lips around them tasting yourself, you lick a long strip gathering your wetness before wrapping your mouth around his fingers again pulling away when you feel satisfied. You felt their members poking your thighs, reaching out grabbing both of them rubbing them through their pants, “How about you suck us off like you just did with his fingers.” Rafe says while unbuttoning his pants and rolling them down his legs, JJ copies his actions urging you to get on your knees. It’s an intimidating sight, the two standing up with you facing them in their briefs, their bulges prominent.

You pull down each of their boxers, their erections pop out hitting their belly buttons. Grabbing each one in your hands, Rafe’s shaft is a lot thicker, while JJ is winning in length. You pump JJ’s length while wrapping your lips around Rafe’s thick shaft spreading his precum around with your lips. Rolling your tongue around his tip causing him to let out a muffled grunt, he grabs your head having enough with the teasing, “Open wide.” He begins to thrust in your mouth, grabbing your head as leverage letting you adjust to his length before delivering harsher thrusts.

On the other hand, JJ begins to thrust in your hands wanting some pleasure as well. You spread his precum around using it as lubrication before speeding up your movement making him let out tiny grunts. Your movement comes to a halt when Rafe thrusts a little too deep causing you to gag around his length. He gives one more thrust not moving back, causing you to control your breathing around his member. Finally, pulling away and looking at your face with your mascara running, a few tears blotched on your face and your plumped lips.

JJ turns your attention to his length before thrusting a little more in your hands and pulling you up from your knees. He pulls your shorts and panties down tossing them in a random corner of the house, “Come on,” he grunts at the two of you. He tosses you on a random bed before diving in between your legs and smashing his lips against yours.

You reach for his member, but he slaps your hands away. He spreads your legs, eagerly thrusting into you. Both letting out a sigh of relief, lifting your leg he puts it on his shoulder continuing his stirring thrusts. Rafe joins you on the bed, palming your breasts under his large hands. He starts playing with your nipples increasing the pleasure that you’re feeling all over. JJ moves you targeting your g-spot causing your body to rip away from the bed before Rafe grabs a tight grip on your hips pushing you down onto the bed. JJ reaches down rubbing your clit causing your orgasm to build up, “Fuc-k, JJ I’m coming,” you scream out. He places a harsh slap on your clit causing you to jolt and making you feel like you’re floating after calming down from your orgasm.

JJ lays down on the bed pulling you on top of him before Rafe reaches down circling his thumb around your tighter hole, “You’ve ever been touched here,” he whispers in your ear. You shake your head, body trembling from the previous orgasm. JJ pulls his lips against yours giving you an impulsive slap to your ass. Gasping out from the sudden action, JJ swallows your gasps slipping his tongue back in your mouth.

“You got any lube, she’s tight as hell here I got to stretch her out a bit,” Rafe asks JJ. He reaches for a bottle hidden in his dresser tossing it to Rafe who catches it with ease. Pouring some lube over your hole, and his fingers he slowly presses one in your rear. An uncomfortable squeak blurts out from your mouth, which JJ silences with his lips. Rafe continues to stretch you out with his fingers pausing when he feels you stiffen. After managing to get his third finger in, he decides to try it with his cock. He signals JJ to distract you, you feel his member press against your tight hole slightly whimpering, “It’s okay princess, you’re going to beg me to go faster in a minute,” Rafe grunts in your ear. Moving slightly, pushing his length inch by inch, feeling yourself stretch out, you grab JJ to steady yourself. He reaches down rubbing your clit to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling, you feel Rafe’s hips touch your backside when he finally enters you fully, “F-uckk,” he whimpers.

Not moving for a few minutes, he feels you clench on him causing him to give shallow thrusts, “I want you too,” you tell JJ. He grabs his cock watching it disappear between your legs again, Rafe’s thrusts stopping so you can get used to the feeling of the two. You shut your eyes in pleasure and pain, never feeling this full in your life. The two begin thrusting simultaneously, while Rafe would thrust in, JJ would pull out. Feeling yourself already getting close, you move your hands to your clit rubbing it pleasuring yourself further. Rafe pulls you up moving you towards his body, one hand on your chest while the other grabs your neck once again. JJ moves your hand out of the way replacing it with his own rapidly rubbing your clit.

A new feeling begins to build up with your core causing you to scratch at the air trying to grab onto something, the boys quicken their pace gripping every part of your body trying to get closer to their own orgasm. Beginning to see stars, you try to push JJ’s hands away, his strength preventing you. Your vision goes blurry as you let out silent scream falling limp in Rafe’s arms, “Fuck, she just squirted, that’s so fucking hot,” JJ groans. Finishing up their own orgasm the two fill you up with their cum, milking it out until every bit is inside of you.

Pulling out of you and watching their cum leak out of each of your holes onto your thighs mixing together with your own juices. Slowly opening your eyes from your euphoric state, you face JJ’s baby blue eyes, “Welcome back Sunshine,” he grins at you. Rafe begins leaving sloppy kisses all over your body, your body trembling from the new feeling.

He reaches down getting close to your heat before you can stop him, his fingers slip inside you gathering your wetness using it as lubrication. Your body moves off the bed trying to move away from him because of the overstimulation, “Please, Rafe I can’t anymore.” JJ pulls you on his lap whispering sweet things in your ears, “He didn’t see you squirt babe, you going show him how beautiful you look right?” JJ asks you while twisting your nipples between your fingers. Rafe nods his head giving you a pouty look, “You going to do it again right, just for me sweetheart.”

He speeds up his fingers while lowering himself and presses his tongue against your clit at the same time, your body craving him and inviting him further to continue his actions. He finds your g-spot when you let out a yelp, screaming “Right, there.” He claims the same spot over and over again, while JJ continues to whisper in your ear urging you to cum for them. The same feeling comes back building up in your abdomen once again, “I---,” you try to say but it’s too late you squirt all over Rafe’s fingers, tongue and body. Your body trembling and exhausted from the multiple orgasms you had that night. Feeling satisfied with seeing your shaking body because of what he did, he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth, licking your juices clean. You sigh at the sight, feeling turned on but no ounce in your body wanting to continue.

JJ leans in one more time leaving a passionate kiss on your lips before laying down beside you, while Rafe lays on the other side. The room is foggy smelling like pure sex and sweat with the only sound echoing through is your deep breathing.

Breaking the silence, “So who was better?” Rafe asks you. You look at the two boys and realize that they were serious, leaving you a giggling mess you shake your head at them.

“I never said I’ll choose, I just said you guys should do me instead of fighting,” you tell the two before wrapping your arms around Rafe pulling JJ closer to cuddle you from behind. They share a look before leaning in pressing their lips against your body again.

“Maybe, we need to try it again, so that you have an actual answer.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader smut #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader smut #outer banks

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loudsuitlover · 3 years

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could you write a Christmas piece for Harry and indie and their family please? I’m not sure if you are taking requests, I know you said you’ve been busy but if you get time and this inspires you I would love to read!

A/N: Thank you for the request! It did inspire me quite a lot! I hope you like it x

“Merry Christmas, doctor Styles.” The new Anaesthesiology inter smiled at him.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

But oh, the holidays. He had never been a fan of them. Granted, that- like every other thing in his life- had changed since he spent them with Blue and just by thinking about it he smiled. Blue loved Christmas. She loved most holidays, but if she had to choose one then that would be Christmas.

He remembered their first Christmas together. He remembered too that the year prior he had already been in love with her but they had been angry at each other during the holidays and even if he thought he wished things had been different, deep down he knew he wouldn’t change a thing. And he remembered that first Christmas they had actually spent together, he was having a hard day, a really hard day but Blue didn’t yet know he didn’t really like Christmas- he didn’t want to sound like the Grinch- so she was standing right outside the hospital with a Santa Claus hat on and she was grinning at him and he remembered she almost scolded him because they were going to be late to her mother’s dinner and he just chuckled and made fun of her for her hat.

“Everybody’s looking at you.” He had laughed.

“I don’t care. So are you.” She shrugged.

“Ain’t I always?” And he gave her that smile of his that would always have her weak at the knees.

She didn’t drive yet then so he knew she had walked from her friends’ apartment to the hospital and then he drove towards her mother’s house, that was still her own house at the time, and in the ride he prayed for the dinner and the evening not to be as hard as he anticipated.

Blue’s family was big on Christmas so Alicia was having this huge dinner and she was having everybody over- Blue’s dad and siblings and his own family. Alicia had even invited his dad but they hadn’t spent Christmas together since Harry was 7 so it was no surprise when he said he couldn’t make it.

Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra and even Elvis Presley played that night on the Anderson’s house, and every other Christmas eve after that; and the truth was as years passed, new memories came with them- first it was Blue with the Santa hat outside the hospital, then her first Christmas gift to him.

“Now” she said the minute he laid on her old bed at her mother’s house that night “there’s a present to you from me under the tree so you can open something tomorrow in front of my family but” she smiled and she had his full attention then “you’re real present is here.”

“Are you gonna give me a lap dance?” He smirked, propping himself up on his elbows over her mattress but she rolled her eyes.

“No.” She giggled. “It’s a proper present.”

“So is a lap dance.” He smiled.

“There will be no lap dance on Christmas for you, mister. Did you know today we celebrate the day Jesus Christ was born? Does it look like the night to be giving my boyfriend a lap dance?”

“You don’t even believe in God.” He laughed.

“But you do.” She smirked. “You should show some respect on his birthday.”

“Alright, alright.” He smirked. “Then what is it that I can’t open in front of your family?”

Pictures of a sexy Santa Claus lingerie set played on his mind, or maybe some new sex position she had done some research on, or maybe a new edition of the Kamasutra. She sat down before him on her bed and she was hiding something on her back and she tucked her hair behind her ears and she looked so gorgeous to him.

“Is this the present?” He smirked.

“What? I haven’t given you anything.”

“I thought it was this sight.” He shrugged.

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled and then she showed the present from behind her back.

It was carefully wrapped on reindeers’ paper and he smiled at her cheesiness. He took it from her. It was a book- it definitely was the Kamasutra- o a cheeky smirk crept onto his face. Except it wasn’t and when he read the title, even if his Spanish wasn’t that good at the time, he knew what that meant.

“Canciones para Harry.” (Songs for Harry.) He read out loud.

He opened the book and flipped through the pages. She had gotten it printed and among the lyrics, all in black ink, there were some fragments in pink and from them it came some notes written on her handwriting on shinny black ink, and he ran his fingers across them before he looked up at her. She wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were set on the book, and he knew she was just embarrassed.

“I made a playlist for you. Well, not technically for you. It was more a playlist about you. I started it after one day at your house when you told me you had chosen to tutor my essay because you thought I was smart. Well, I was falling for you then.” She giggled. “So I made this playlist with songs that made me think of you and I… I mean I can share the playlist with you too but I- I did this book.” She set her hands on the pages so she could point at the things she was mentioning. “I just wrote the lyrics of the songs, well I got them from the internet, and then I wrote in pink the bits that reminded me of you and on the sides I wrote why, sort of like in genius. You know that website, right? And” she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for “since some songs were in Spanish, I translated them myself, see? There on both sides, like one of those Spanish-English books for kids” she giggled “so you can understand better.”

He was at a loss for words so he just stayed quiet, only for a moment, and he read some of it. Her handwriting: this was when we met, when I thought I didn’t need anything from your heart haha what a fool and he smiled and read the translation she had made from one of her Spanish songs about him I don’t need no clothes, I’m wrapped by yesterday’s warmth; I don’t need no clothes, I’m wrapped by the taste of honey; I don’t need anything to be between us, just our skin; I don’t need anything from your heart. And he kept reading…

Reality doesn’t let go of me. I search for a better world and dig on one of my drawers just in case you’re there. Searching for my destiny, living pre-recorded, without being or hearing or giving. I would like to talk to you so we could tune in.

My house is falling since he left and now I’m just waiting for the wrecking…. His memory’s pinned between my eyebrows. But I dream that there’s a new song beginning, I live on the echo of yout voice, entertained; and I follow the trail of your scent that says to me come with me.

I find a song that talks about me and you. Be quiet and hear it- the sound of my dreamy belly that dreams about devouring you every hour. The held back desire roars.

I want to relish on the essence of things.

I decided to leave my door open just in case your warm air comes in and brings news about you.

“It’s not much” she giggled “but I thought it might embarrass you to open something so cheesy in front of my whole family.”

He looked up at her and he just gave her a smile for he still didn’t know what to say and he hoped he was a poet then. He had written some things about her, that he had, but he didn’t even have them there; even though he had decided then he would let her read them.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me, Blue.” He confessed. “But yeah, I’m glad you didn’t give me this in front of everyone because I’m all mushy now.” He smiled. “Just come here, you. Te quiero.”

So yeah, Blue had made sure he didn’t hate Christmas as much as he used to. It wasn’t that he hated them. It was just that it reminded him of everything his sister could have had but hadn’t and he couldn’t help but to think it was his own fault and so Christmas was always hard on him but since Blue, Christmas was an opportunity to pamper her and to be pampered, to decorate the entire house with her and have chocolate together and she even got him a Christmas PJs for Dylan’s first Christmas- Daddy was dressed like an Elf too- and he wore it every other Christmas after that. And that year wouldn’t be different, he thought.

“Mummy” Dylan walked down the aisle at the grocery store with his white woollen beanie on, the one Aunty Gemma had knitted for him “do you think Santa leaves presents for animals in the jungle too?”

He was four years old then but he was the smartest kid she had ever seen. They had probably overstimulated him, but oh well. When he was just one year old, Harry would tell him all these things and he would never scold him- he would just explain what was wrong and in all fairness- Blue had thought that was silly at the time- but maybe he had been right all alone.

“Yo me imagino que sí. Si han sido buenos, claro…. Pero no lo sé porque nunca he ido a la jungla.” (I would say he does. If they have been kind, of course… But I’m not sure because I’ve never been to the jungle.)

Hughie was a giant 2 and a half years old and he was sitting on the small chair on the trolley, minding his own business with the toy he had brought with him and Dylan was helping you with the groceries, grabbing the things you asked him from the shelf and placing them on the trolley.

“¿Tú quieres algo, Dylan? Es Navidad. Puedes elegir lo que tú quieras.” (Is there anything you want, Dylan? It’s Christmas. You can choose whatever you want.)

“¿Lo que yo quiera de toda la tienda?” (Whatever I want from the entire store?)

Blue smiled. The store wasn’t bigger than four corridors but she nodded her head for she figured for someone 107 cm tall, the store was actually big.

“I think I want a box of chocolates so I can share. I can leave one for Santa too.”

Blue smiled.

“A box of chocolates it is. And Hughie, is there anything you want?”

“Agua.” (Water.)

Blue laughed but handed him his bottle of water and sweet Dylan explained.

“She means a present, Hugh.”

“Biscuits.” He smiled mischievously as he looked at her.

She laughed again because the day before, he had misbehaved a little with the biscuits- he was such a gluttonous kid- but she knew Hughie was a little naughty but had such a kind heart and she secretly loved it.

Dylan was so good. He had always been so good, even when he was a baby. He would grant her 8 hours of straight sleep and he would always smile when you look at him, even before you said anything, and when he was a little older, he was so good too. So kind and such a loving big brother. She remembered when Hughie needed a nappy change, Dylan would run off to the nursery and get a clean nappy and wipes and run back to the living room and he was just one and a half years old.

After the store, they had gotten home and she had turned on the heater and she had gotten everyone on their Christmas PJs after the baths and then she had played her mother’s Christmas CD and the three of them had walked inside the kitchen where they were baking.

“Mummy, why are we making a cake for Daddy?” Dylan asked as he stirred the dough.

Hughie was sat on his knees on the stool next to his brother’s but all he had been doing was nipping on leftovers of chocolate or butter.

Well, they were making a cake for Daddy because Daddy tended to be a little sad when Christmas was coming. The accident had been on the 18th December, so many years prior, but he still felt his heart breaking every year around that time. So then, then it was December 23rd and the following day they had Christmas dinner at Abuela’s house but that day, they would have a Christmas day of their own and Harry would have a cake because a cake could cheer anyone up.

“So he knows we love him.”

At that reply Dylan looked up from the bowl at his mum and his hazel eyes set on hers and she knew another question was coming.

“Otherwise he won’t know we love him?”

She smiled.

“Es verdad, yo creo que ya lo sabe. Pero es que Daddy es médico como mamá y la Navidad en el hospital da un poco de pena, ¿sabes? Porque nosotros vemos a mucha gente que no tiene tanta suerte como nosotros y no tiene unos hijos tan guapos y tan buenos, ¿sabes?” (You’re right, I think he already knows. But, you know, Daddy is a doctor just like Mummy and Christmas at the hospital can be a little sad, you know? Because we see some people that aren’t as lucky as we are, some people who don’t have kids as beautiful and kind as you, you know?)

Hughie was listening too then and he had smiled at his mummy’s compliment and he looked so much like Harry she wanted to laugh.

“¿Y eso pone a Daddy un poco triste?” (And that makes Daddy a little sad?)

“Sí, eso pone a Daddy un poco triste.” ((Yes, that makes daddy a little sad.) Hughie frowned as she said that. Daddy was his favourite person in the world, she was sure, but so was Dylan and her herself and he didn’t like it when any of them wasn’t happy. She knew even if he was little, he would take their pain from them if he could. “Pero vosotros le ponéis feliz.” (But you guys make him happy.)

“You too, mummy.”

“Yes, me too.” She smiled.

“Mummy” Hughie smiled again with that naughty smile of his, and Blue hoped he would never grow old for it “¿cuándo es tu cumpleaños?” (when is your birthday?)

“¿Cuándo es mi cumpleaños, Dy? ¿Tú lo sabes?” (When’s my birthday, Dy? Do you know it?)

He frowned and his mummy smiled as she stared at him. He was so small to everybody but he had grown up so much to her and time was going too fast and was taking away her little baby Dy. But he was so gorgeous and so kind and she was so proud of him as it was, she couldn’t imagine how proud she’d be when he was older.

“Es en verano.” (It’s on the summer.)

“Sí, es en verano, Hughie.”

“¿Y el de Daddy?” (And Daddy’s?)

“Dylan?” She smirked.

“Después de Navidad.” (After Christmas.)

“Sí, muy bien, Dy, ¡qué observador eres!” (Yes, well done, Dy! You’re so thoughtful!)

“¿Y el mío?” (And mine?) Hughie asked.

“El tuyo es en marzo, después del de Daddy.”

“¿Cuándo es el cumpleaños de Santa, mummy?” (When is Santa’s birthday, mummy?)

“No lo sé, pet.”

They didn’t hear the door but it had been a while since Harry was standing on the other side of the kitchen door, eavesdropping to their conversation. The scent of vanilla and chocolate filled his nostrils as he stood there quiet and peaceful and he hadn’t realised the smirk that was on his lips; but holidays weren’t so bad anymore.

“Well, who are all these elves on my kitchen?” Harry smirked.

Hughie almost jumped from his stool and he clapped his hands together and turned his body around and Dylan grinned widely at his dad’s presence.

“Daddy!” Hughie celebrated. “It’s us! We’re not Elves. We’re Hughie, Mummy and Dy.”

“Oh, okay, thank you, Hughie.”

He leaned in on his sons and he pressed a kiss to Dylan’s hairline as he hugged him to his chest from behind before Hughie climbed over his chest and hugged him as if he hadn’t seen him just this morning.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We’re- uh” Dylan’s eyes opened wide as he stared into his mum’s eyes in panic.

So Harry looked up at her too and she gave him a naughty smile.

“Díselo, Dy.” (Tell him, Dy.)

“Te estamos haciendo una tarta para que sepas que te queremos y para que no estés triste.”

“Oh, muchas gracias.” He smiled at his wife and shook his head slightly, but she just shrugged and giggled.

“And that’s not the only thing we have for him, is it?” Blue smiled. “We also have a little show after dinner, right guys?”

“Yes, yes!” Hughie pressed his hand on his cheek and turned his head until he was looking into his eyes. “We learnt a song, a Christmas song with Mummy.”

“You did?” He smirked amused.

And then he set Hughie back on his stool but she asked her children to help set the table so they both started grabbing their colourful plastic cutlery and making their way to the table. Harry approached her and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his chest while she put the cake on the oven.

“Do you not get tired?” He whispered on her neck before he gently nibbled on her skin.

“Of what?”

“Of being so lovely.”

“What a dork.”

“And sexy.” He grabbed her butt and almost made her moan but she just pushed him away with her hips and he chuckled.

So they had dinner, the four of them, and Dylan told Harry about the box of chocolates he had gotten and Hughie told him about a meteor that apparently had crushed against his toys in the afternoon and it was simple, but it was perfect.

And then after dinner came the show and both his kids performed a very cute, very well choreographed performance of Rudolph the RedNosed Reindeer while his wife guided them from behind him. And then there came the cuddles before bed and the best moments, when they would tell each other right before turning the light off, what had been the best moment of their day. For both of them it had been the piece of cake after dinner, obviously, and Blue could only roll her eyes internally when she thought it had been none of the games they had played, or the rehearsals for their performance, of the chocolate box but the cake- it was always the cake.

And it was after the kids had fallen asleep, when Blue and Harry were having some wine in front of the fireplace that she had gotten up from the couch as Nat King Cole lull them with The Christmas Song and she had offered him a hand as she swayed her body to the slow rhythm and he had stared at her hand with a smirk playing on her lips before she had smiled invitingly and then he had finally taken it and gotten up. He placed his hands on her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck and he couldn’t help the chuckles as she sang to him.

“Merry Christmas to you.” She pressed her lips to his and there was no more singing as they kissed for the rest of the song.

The kiss started slow and neither of them had realized they were that hungry for one another until he deepened the kiss. He hadn’t done it on purpose, he had intended to go for a gentle, tender Christmas kiss, but she smelled so good… And she was so warm and he had skimmed her skin underneath her sweater and damn… She was so soft… She was always so soft and so his eager tongue had pushed her and she had moaned against his lips and that was everything he had needed.

His hand fell from her neck to the valley between her breasts and she gasped on his mouth.

“Baby” She gasped.

He hummed and kept sucking on the skin on her neck.

“The boys” She whispered “what if they wake up?”

“I need you, baby.”

He was painfully hard and he didn’t quite know how it had started. It must have been the way she smelled. But he had thought about being inside her and then he couldn’t take the thought out of his mind.

“Bedroom.” She had said.

He pulled away from her and with his hands firmly on her hips, he took her to their bedroom and he closed the door after him. His hands were on her hips as he nibbled on the side of her neck.

“I love you, Blue.” He whispered against her skin.

And his hands slipped under the hem of her pyjama pants and he took them and her knickers off swiftly before he walked towards the bed. She could feel it- his hard length, big and warm- against the low of her back and she didn’t know how she could get wet so fast but she was so lightheaded she wouldn’t have known her age anyway.

She heard him took off his own clothes and so she took off her pyjama top and waited for him with both hands on the bed, giving him her back. Warm, strong arms wrapped around her bare waist and one hand moved up and squeezed her breast while the other travelled down her belly between her legs. Her head collides against his shoulder when his fingers collected the wetness from her warm lips and spread it against her hungry clit and she moaned. She tilted her neck so she could capture his lips and his tongue searched for hers. The familiar humidity and the eagerness drove her crazy even all those years later and she let him do with her what he wanted.

With one hand on her belly, he laid her down on the bed, chest and belly pressed against the mattress and he laid his weight over her making her moan. His hands pinned hers against the mattress on both sides of her head and their lips connect on an impossibly wet kiss. She gasped against his mouth.

“I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you too” she moaned “but fuck, fuck me already.”

He chuckled before he pressed a kiss on her temple.

“My girl… Always so impatient.”

His girl… His girl was a mum already but he was still his girl, first and foremost, and he would fuck her like he did when they first met and she would scream his name and mark his back with her nails still.

She desperately wanted him inside her, but he deprived her from it purposefully, just so she was as hopeless as he was. So she could feel, even if it was on a physical level, how desperately in love he felt, how vulnerable, how much in need he felt times like that night.

The tip of his tongue went down the side of her neck and she shivered. She was deprived from movements too since Harry’s weight was over her so she could only bit on her bottom lip as he sunk her teeth on her skin, not enough to hurt but enough to sting, before he licked and kissed the pink marks. He moved above her, making her think that was the time he was going to thrust inside her, but he didn’t driving her crazy. She had hoped he would times enough so that she had given up and as if he knew, that was the time he actually slipped inside her. He groaned on her ear at the contact, that wet canal that had wrapped around him for years, his happy place, his calm. And even if he was thrusting her from behind, he still found her lips and they kissed passionately, and he would bit on her bottom lip and pull from it and dived his tongue inside her mouth.

She was a moaning mess and only then she understood why he had chosen to take her from behind because in this position at least her moans were muffled against the pillow. He held her hips and fucked hard and fast inside her and she knew they were only the orgasms she would have solo, before he’d cum himself and then he’d slipped his hand between her legs and he would rub her pussy fast enough so that she came with him again.

He was lying next to her with his back resting against the mattress and his chest was furiously going up and down and he turned her head and smiled at him sleepily.

“I think that’d do for two long sexless days.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled and, smiling, he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

“Merry Christmas to you too, love.”

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phoenix-of-arson · 4 years

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Ya girl did it

I convinced my mom to get me tested for adhd, in 1 hour and 20 minutes, I'll be 14, and I skipped school today and it was my mom's decision. It was a half day. I also didn't go last week. Every Friday, we are required to go to this place with a swimming pool, but it's pretty small for the whole group of 7-12th graders. It's deafeningly noisy which I hate because of my auditory problems, and everyone bumps into each other, and unexpected touching really scares me. One time I almost backhanded my sister in the face because I didn't see her and we were in a super crowded and loud place, and she just touched my shoulder without saying anything. I thought somebody had come to kidnap or kill me. I really get overstimulated. MAJOR sensory overload. Last week, I told my mom I didn't want to go since my teacher constantly shamed people that didn't want to get in the pool because it was overwhelming. She doesn't experience anxiety and makes fun of people who do. She's always rude to us kids that go to therapy. And also, not once has she gotten in that pool, so she has no right to judge. My mom knows how terrible my teacher is. I've told her all about what happens. My teacher tries to have this super fake overly sweet tone so she can gaslight you, and it's super annoying as well. Also, I saw a new occupational therapist on Thursday. The moment she say me, she was like "Yeah, Pearl/Sami definitely has sensory issues" and my mind was pretty much blown cause how could she tell like that? Anyways, this new occupational therapist suggested I get noise cancelling headphones, and this thing called a compression vest, both which are apparently great for sensory issues. She talked to my mom about it, and she even managed to get my teacher to be ok with this. The teacher. The one that hated the idea of me using headphones before. The one that constantly bullies me for having sensory and focus issues. The one that most of the therapists can't deal with. And she just CONVINCED my teacher the first time she even MET her. That's insane. So now, we've ordered those things online.

Also, I'm making homemade cake pops and candy for my birthday. I was sort of required to for some reason, I don't know. But wow. Crazy week. Making cupcakes for my friends late birthday on Monday, and I'll bring them to school on Tuesday. Her birthday is Sunday, the day after mine.

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lovebanqtan · 4 years

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Min Yoongi As a Boyfriend

a/n= .angst warning a lot of fluff, NSFW

-He cares for you so much. But refuses to show it around the guys, and gets so flustered when little outbursts

-like maybe you fell asleep on his chest/lap (happens literally every week) and Hobi will point it out and cue the whole group aweing over you as he’s trying to keep them quiet so you can sleep. As he knows how hard you work, as does he.

-He is forgetful of how much he works, and when he comes home to a pissed off you on the point of tears.

-“Babygirl?” He asks. He drops off his laptop case on the counter and tries to stumble his way in the dark. He then hears it. Your quiet sobs coming from your bedroom.

-He’d try his best to comfort you. But he knew the reason you were crying was A) it was 4 am and you haven’t slept because he’s an asshole. B) you cooked him dinner but ended up inviting the guys over for it, as you had explained to him

-that night he had never felt like such a dick, and he promised to spend more time with you, instead of in the studio.

-and he did.

- did I mention how loving this boy is?

- Days that he has off, he spends it in bed with you at least till noon, wrapped around each other.

- If he is on tour he makes the local flower shop send you a different type of flower every day, with “I love you so very much.” In whatever country he is in language.

- If you're having trouble with something, let's say you need to write a paper for work or college, and it's stressing you out? He got you. He will legit not mind if you eat your stress away in chocolates, he’ll even provide them. Or if you just need him to proofread it, he’ll give constructive criticism.

“Babe, your tone sounds like your talking to an elementary schooler, and not a bunch of college kids. Maybe change it?”

-When he is on tour, he’d make you a Spotify playlist of all the songs that remind him of you. And during facetime, he’d make you guess which one was his favorite and if you guessed correctly, he would sing it for you. Which most the time led to you crying.

-If you went out with your best friend, which he hated, but he not possessive like that, he would send a driver to wait for you and would have water and Tylenol for when you got home. Your favorite pajamas ready.

-You both had ups and downs. Sickness and in health right?

- When you were sick, oh my god was he freaking out. Especially when it was bad. Like the one time, you had pneumonia and was in the hospital, Namjoon was basically ordering him to go home and take a shower. He did, but he couldn’t get that image out of his head. The tube down your throat pumping the liquid out of your lungs and also forcing you to breathe. It had him fucked up.

-The next day when you woke up choking on the tube, and when basically the doctors had to quickly remove it because you were choking on it so bad. Yoongi was teary-eyed and standing there breathing hard.

- “You just get here or something?” Your voice gravely, you managed to choke out.

- He started to laugh so hard, he had to sit down. While you didn’t think it was funny because you couldn’t talk for the next week.

-You're barely depressed anymore, but god when it does come around. It comes around. And Yoongi knows. You won’t leave the bed for days except to work, and you won’t eat. He starts to get frustrated. Finally, he gives in. He drags you to his studio, and your complaining all the way.

-“Yoongi, I really don’t need to go. I’m really tired also, why even bring me.”

-“You're a brick if you think I haven’t caught on. So I’m trying to cheer you up.”

- He flashes that famous gummy smile at you and you feel a little better. He didn’t succeed first try, you must admit. What really made you feel better, was cuddling on his couch in the dark as the soft piano playing in the background. And you felt safe. Safe from the demons inside your head, because your boyfriend's arms were wrapped tightly around you, as you had sobbed into his chest and told him everything that was going through your mind.

-“Yoongi, I don��t even, I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s so bad. I just- I just want it to stop. Please make them stop.” You cried into his chest.

-“It's okay.” He shushed kissing your head. Rubbing circles on your back. “It's okay, I’ll make them go away. I’ll roast them and they’ll be too afraid to come back.”

-“Yeah?” You asked.

-“Hey, demons!” He yelled turning his head away to face the ceiling so he wouldn’t hurt your ears. “What gives you the right to hurt my girl? If anything it should be my right to hurt you for hurting my girl! But your too much of a coward and hide inside of her pretty head!”

-You laugh look at him. Smiling that gummy smile again.

-“Finally. Mission accomplished.”

-You spent the rest of the night like that, until like 9pm. When you got so hungry you were shaking and he ordered take in.

-Big question.

-How is he in bed?

-No question Yoongi is a dom. 5/7 will be kinky shit, but if you're stressed or something, he will literally just eat you out until your begging him and pushing him away.

-“Want me to stop use your safeword. My job is to make sure my baby is not stressed out, however, if she doesn’t stop moving I’ll tie her down and continue my business.” He says as he pumps a finger in you and your legs twitch.

-Hella into cockwarming. In the studio, he’ll just have you sit on his lap while he’s inside you. And God forgives you if you fuck him trying to get yourself off.

-“You want to get yourself off? huh? Tell me now, are you getting off?” He would ask as he held a vibrator on high against your clit and fucked hard into you. You screaming out his name.

-He has a rule that if you don’t let him know when you cum, he’ll make you cum two times and you better let him know each time or that another 4

-If you hadn’t realized it, he loves overstimulating you and seeing the fucked out look on your face when you guys are done.

- he loves the next day when you're limping around and all the members look at him weirdly. or when one of the maknaes (specifically Tae) spot one of your hickeys because your shorts were too high, and Tae nearly dies on the spot because of how littered your thighs are.

-he loves it when you beg. he will eat you out for hours, and look at you clenching around nothing, and finally, you will give in and beg.

“Yoongi, please. please please I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me.”

- when the deed is done he will cuddle you whispering how good you did into your hair. He’ll finally get up and go turn on the shower for both of you.

- But it took a while to get to this point don’t get me wrong.

- You had known him for a long time. You weren’t instantly like this. You had told him you loved him so many times, and he started to cry because he said, “I don’t want to get hurt.”

-Finally one night, he decided. You weren’t doing anything special, just playing Mario cart with Jungkook and Tae, and suddenly Yoongi walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders.

-”Are you okay?” You ask him after asking Tae and Jungkook for a second. They hopped on their phones, nodding after pausing their screens.

- “I need to tell you something.” He smiles that famous gummy smile known to Armys internationally.

-”What's up?” You ask worriedly.

-He pulls you in and you swear you’ve never been happier at these words.

-”I love you. I love you so much. And I know you won’t hurt me because you love me too, and I could hurt you just as bad and I love you and I can’t live without you. And I’ve been dying to say these words for so long. But I was so afraid. I’m not anymore. I’m going to make up for a lost time, I promise. “ He says so slow and sweet into your ear, and you swore you heard his voice crack as if he was crying.

-“Your right, I couldn’t hurt you because you know I can’t live without you either genius. I love you too much to even say your dumb.” You laugh a little. And look up and see Taehyung and Jungkook filming the two of you.

- “Brats! Get back here or I’ll tell Jin to beat you both with his spoon!”

- Everything and I means everything has been different since then.

- Of course, that's not how he asked you out.

- 2 years ago, it was right after their BTS Memories of 2017. And the members were celebrating a successful night. Being Yoongi’s best friend, you had been invited too.

-Yoongi was more than focused that night. Because he had an objective. He had liked you for a while, and he knew you liked him. He could see it, that admiration look.

-That admiration looks that fans have, that he first recognized in you, and compared to fans at fan meetings. Its how he tells if their fake or not.

-You have had it since he first started talking to you. And he wonders why. But now he realized he has the same look for you because Namjoon calls it “heart eyes”

-As he walks up to you, Jungkook notices him.

-“Ah, Noona I’ll give you and Hyung some time.” And Jungkook walks to the other side of the Restaurant where the rest of his hyungs are.

-You turn around to face a stern-faced, blonde yoongi. But also looks like a kitten at the same time? Kitten licks on your- shut up brain. You turn slightly red before talking.

-“Yeah? Whats up?” You ask him.

-“I need to talk to you...” He says lowly, eyeing the 95 liners whispering about him. “alone preferably.”

-“Okay, whatever you want.” You smile sheepishly at him, lowkey kind of drunk already.

-He grabs your wrist gently and drags you outside.

-”y/n remember when you told me you liked me?” he says looking straight into your eyes.

-”Yeah. and you never gave me an answer.”

-” I’m giving you one now. I like you a lot. And I’d be really happy if you were to date me..”

Your eyes tear up and you look down.

“Why are you crying?” He asks grabbing your face and pressing your foreheads together. Not caring the members are practically pressed against the windows trying to watch.

“I feel like, I’ve been waiting so long. And it been so cold. And I’m finally warm haha. That's the only way I can explain it. I’m just so happy. Yes, of course, I’d date you stupid.” You stutter out.

The beginning of your life with Yoongi started here.

#min yoogni #suga #bts as boyfriends #agustd #min yoongi #bts x reader #rapline #min yoongi x y/n

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bloojayoolie · 6 years

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Anaconda, Andrew Bogut, and Apparently: I POtGHO Super wiggly, active, social, puppy. Adores people other dogs - A doggy playgroup STAR! Id 30200, 9 Mos. Old, 48 lbs. of Joy, Neutered Waiting for an structured, stable home, in Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED - 6/27/2018 9 MONTH OLD SUPER FRIENDLY, ACTIVE, SWEET PUPPY! <3 Potato is only 9 months old, but his life has been one of turmoil. He’s been bounced around without ever finding the stability a young pup needs to thrive. Now he is back for his 2nd stay at the shelter and fighting for his life today. He is what every puppy is – high energy, very active, all heart and very few manners. But that is what training is for, and something his former families have never given him. Maybe they were inexperienced or thought that they could just bring home their dog and the pup would be as inert as a stuffed animal and not need training or regular exercise. But in truth, that is not how it works. Potato has been super social, very friendly, and sweet. He readily approaches everyone to make friends and he loves to jump on people for attention and he doesn’t realize that this can be overwhelming. He can be excitable and mouthy with the leash because he thinks it is a game and doesn’t realize that this is unacceptable behavior either. But In the hands of an experienced foster or adopter this boy would shine. He is an absolute ROCK STAR in playgroup where he runs happily with other dogs (watch his videos). He adores people, and is always wiggly, waggy and full of joy. What Potato needs now is the training he didn’t get and the structured, stable home that all puppies need. He needs to learn calming exercises like “down stay” and “place” and he needs to learn “drop it/leave it” too for his leash grabbing. This is not rocket science, and he is so willing to learn and to please his human friends. He knows “sit” and he could learn so much more. Cute as a button, oblivious to the fact he has only hours left on earth, little Potato’s life should not end because his former families failed him. Please PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] if you are the experienced foster or adopter in an adult only home (no kids under Age 13) who can finally give this boy the care and home he deserves. VIDEOS OF POTATO! Super sweet baby Potato! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3N4WVKWNi8 Potato with friends Brad Pitt (30564) and China (30199): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YyN98Y8nbc POTATO, ID # 30200, @ 9 Mos. Old,48.4 lbs. Manhattan ACC, Mixed Breed, Brown, Neutered Male I came to the shelter as a “return” on 6/12/2018 Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Intake Behavior Rating: 2. Blue AT RISK MEMO: Potato is at risk for behavior concerns seen both in his previous home as well as in the shelter. We recommend placement with a new hope partner who can work on his behavior modification. Medically, there are no concerns at this time. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 6/12/2018: Potato was pulling hard. He was biting the leash. He attempted to bite the collar multiple times. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Owner surrender, no profile provided Bite history:: 6/13/2018: Yes, Potato had four bite instances in his previous home. Three of these bites occurred when Potato was biting the leash and his owner attempted to get him to let go. Two of the times, he let go of the leash and then bit the owner's hand and held on, he did not break skin but did leave bruising and red marks. The third instance occurred with the owner's boyfriend. This time, he bit the hand and broke skin, leaving two punctures. Another bite instance occurred when the owner's boyfriend attempted to push Potato off of the couch. He bit him on the hand, breaking skin. OTHER NOTES: 6/4/2018, first stay at the care center, stray. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 6/21/2018 Summary:: Potato was unable to be appropriately assessed his second stay in the care center due to the high levels of arousal displayed in behavior room (jumping up hard towards handlers, mouthing with hard pressure). Potato was unable to settle or recover and directed his frustration onto the assessor, quickly grabbing her arm with a hard mouth (no skin was broken). PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Based on observation made in the care center, Potato may be most compatible with other social, playful dogs. Summary (1):: 6/4: When introduced off leash to dogs, Potato is social and playful. Summary (2):: 6/5-6/8: Potato engages in bouncy exuberant play with male and female dogs. FIRST STAY AT CARE CENTER, 6/4/2018. INTAKE NOTES: Potato allowed handling. ENERGY LEVEL: We have no history on Potato so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. However, he is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: Place with a new hope partner: Based on Potato's multiple bite history combined with his extremely low threshold for arousal, we believe placement with a New Hope rescue partner would be most beneficial at this time. Because Potato has been observed to tip when highly aroused or overstimulated, the behavior department recommends safe and appropriate management when attempting to handle Potato as he does present a high bite risk at this time. Potential challenges: : Resource guarding,Basic manners/poor impulse control,Social hyperarousal,Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression,Leash-biting Potential challenges comments:: Basic manners/poor impulse control: Potato displays a high level of activity and jumps up a lot on people socially. It is recommended that default behaviors such as "Leave it", "Sit/Stay", "Down" are reinforced to substitute any frustration and teach him to control his impulses instead of simply reacting; proper management is also advised. Force-free, reward based training only is recommended. Leash-biting: Potato is quick to grab the leash in his mouth, and has bitten on three occasions in his previous home after letting go of the leash with one bite breaking skin. We recommend guidance from a positive reinforcement, force-free professional trainer/behaviorist to help modify this behavior in a new home. Acclimating Potato to a basket muzzle and walking him with one is recommended. Resource guarding: Potato bit his previous owner's boyfriend when he was pushed off the couch. We recommend training an "off" cue with treat rewards to manage this behavior, should it appear in a future home. Social hyper-arousal: Potato has displayed low threshold for arousal, rapidly escalating and quickly tipping over to aggression (biting his owner's hand when he let's go of the leash). Consultation with a qualified behaviorist/professional trainer is strongly recommended to aid in addressing this issue to prevent further behavioral concerns that may appear in the future if not treated right away. We recommend only force-free, reward based training when introducing or exposing Potato to new and unfamiliar situations. MEDICAL NOTES VET NOTES: 5/06/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~9months based on PE Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. MC placed on intake. History : Stray found walking on street. Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, very excited and friendly. can become excited and mouthy. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dc 0/5; pd 0/5 PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: intact male. testicles smooth and symmetrical MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: grossly normal Assessment apparently healthy puppy Prognosis: excellent! Plan: ok for sx and adoption SURGERY: Okay for surgery 13/06/2018 SO Post op recheck BAR. Incision site is clean and dry with no discharge A healing incision site P continue to monitor post op 13/06/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 9 months Microchip noted on Intake? scan pos Microchip Number (If Applicable): 985113001793278 History : owner surrender Subjective: bright, alert, and eating readily. Sneezing Observed Behavior - Readily approached people with tail wagging and allowed all examination Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - None Objective BAR, MM pink and moist, BCS5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, dry debris at medial canthus OU, mucopurulent nasal discharge bilaterally Oral Exam: adult dentition present, teeth clean PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses or abnormalities palpated U/G: Male, neutered 6/9 at ASPCA- incision site clean and dry with no discharge MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: normal externally Assessment: CIRDC Prognosis: Good Plan: 1. Doxycycline 100 mg tablet- give 2 tablets by mouth once a day for 7 days 2. Fortiflora- 1 sachet in food once a day 3. Recheck in 7 days 1540 SURGERY: Okay for surgery Temporary waiver due to Permanent waiver due to 20/06/2018 Recheck- Day 7 CIRDC tx BARH, MM pink and moist EENT: Eyes and ears clean. No ocular or nasal discharge. No coughing or sneezing observed during rounds. GI: Appetite excellent A: CIRDC- resolved P: Move out of isolation 1540 * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * POTATO IS RESCUE ONLY! You must PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance with fostering or adopting him. He cannot be reserved on the ACC ARL online list, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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What It’s Like To Be A Mom Who Produces Too Much Breastmilk

Before she gave birth to her first child, Brittany worried about not producing enough milk to feed her baby. But that ended up not being an issue with her first, who is now 4-and-a-half. Nor was it a problem with her 2.5-year-old or her 7-month-old. On the contrary, Brittany’s breasts practically overflowed with the stuff, like two small firehoses she couldn’t turn off.

“My kids would all start choking,” explained the 31-year-old, who lives in Kansas. “They’d pull off and when it’s very forceful like that, it’s like a sprinkler going off. It’s like, ‘Get me a rag!’ You’re getting it all over them. They’re upset. You’re upset.”

“Sometimes,” she said, “I just wanted to scream, what am I doing wrong?”

In breastfeeding support groups and consultations between dazed new moms and lactation consultants, the words “supply problem” generally mean one thing: insufficient milk. Estimates suggest that between 30 and 80 percent of breastfeeding moms believe they’re unable to produce enough milk, whether or not that’s actually true.

But for a smaller, often-overlooked subset of mothers, the problem isn’t making too little milk; it’s making too much of it. And while an abundance of milk may sound like a pretty damn good problem to have, mothers and lactation experts say it is actually extremely painful and emotionally grueling ― an ongoing battle between supply and demand that can lead to swollen, aching breasts and unhappy babies.

Though there isn’t a hard-and-fast definition, oversupply is essentially a mismatch between what a mother makes and what her baby can comfortably take in.

“The baby put in an order for, say, 24 ounces of milk, and the mom is putting out 30 ounces,” Linda Smith, an Ohio-based International Board Certified Lactation Consultant, told The Huffington Post. “If it’s not removed, she is in pain. If too much is removed, her body makes more.”

That’s because ― broadly speaking ― milk production is controlled at the breast. When a baby empties the breast, they’re sending a signal to their mother’s body to produce more milk.

With oversupply, that balance may be thrown off because of a problem on the baby’s side (like, a tongue- or lip-tie that prevents them from emptying the breast, Smith said) or because of an issue on the mom’s side (perhaps she is pumping as she stocks milk before returning to work and over-stimulating her breasts, or in rarer cases, has a hormonal imbalance, Smith explained). Sometimes it is a combination of factors that throws off the delicate relationship between supply and demand. Smith added that she usually doesn’t consider a mom to be having an oversupply issue in the first six-weeks postpartum, because at that point many women and their babies are still finding their rhythm.

Mothers are held hostage to their pump ... they're at-risk for getting sick with mastitis, which is miserable. Leigh Anne O' Connor, lactation consultant

One of the biggest challenges associated with oversupply is having an overactive or forceful letdown, which means moms have to watch as their sweet nursing babies are quickly overwhelmed by their breast milk. As a result of gulping down air in an effort to keep up with that fast flow, many babies become gassy and cranky. “A baby who gets too much milk very quickly may become very fussy and irritable at the breast and may be considered ‘colicky,’” Dr. Jack Newman a Canadian pediatrician and lactation consultant explains on his website. Often, babies will pull off the breast or simply refuse to nurse.

Then there’s the breast pain. Women with oversupply get little relief from breasts that feel uncomfortably full, hard or leaky. And because their breasts may not sufficiently drain, they are at risk for painful plugged ducts and mastitis, an infection that leads to searing pain, redness and high fevers that moms have described as “pure misery” or the “red-eyed breastfeeding monster.”

“Mothers are held hostage to their pump,” Leigh Anne O’Connor, a New York City-based International Board Certified Lactation Consultant, told HuffPost. “They’re not free to move around, for one thing. They’re at-risk for getting sick with mastitis, which is miserable. And then having a baby who is gulping down milk is miserable as well.”

Lindsay, a 32-year-old from Chicago who has a 7-and-a-half-month-old daughter, says that in her early breastfeeding days, her milk would just “shoot out.”

“My daughter was, like, choking and flailing around, and then she would be really gassy and had stomach issues, which they said might be because the milk was coming out so fast and so hard,” she said, adding that you could see that her breasts were bulging with liquid.

Lindsay worked with a lactation consultant who reassured her that her supply would eventually settle down, and it did to some extent ― but only after she settled into an aggressive pattern of pumping five to six times a day, often before and after feedings. And only after she developed mastitis when her daughter was 3 months old.

Complaining about oversupply can feel like going into a Weight Watchers meeting and lamenting that it's just too easy for you to drop pounds."

“I still get annoyed at night when I’m really tired, or I’ve fallen asleep on the sofa but I have to pump otherwise I’m going to wake up in pain ― and I’m terrified I’m going to get that infection again,” she said, adding that she has burned through three power cords on her breast pump since her daughter was born.

Sometimes the fix is clear. If the issue is simply that a mom is pumping too much and overstimulating her breasts, cutting back can make a big difference, said Smith. Different holds can help babies manage the milk flow better, and pumping a bit before and after feedings can help moms find a better balance, she explained, adding that women should certainly seek out help from a lactation consultant, doctor or support group.

But other times, it’s about moms and babies working together to find that delicate balance that works for them, feeding after feeding and day after day.

For Brittany, that has meant learning to hold her each of her babies in a particular way so that they don’t choke on the fast flow of milk, and pumping a little before she starts a feeding so she gets immediate relief ― and so that the letdown isn’t quite so intense.

It has also required some emotional gymnastics, working hard to view her oversupply as a good thing. Brittany has been able to donate her excess ― three coolers full of milk, as well as four garbage bags ― to a local milk bank, where it has been pasteurized and given to babies who need it. That, at least, has helped give her a sense of purpose and calm during her more dispiriting breastfeeding moments.

Dealing with oversupply can be isolating, both in terms of how it keeps many women at home and close to their pump and how it affects their ability to commiserate with other breastfeeding women. Moms know how it sounds to complain about making too much milk when so many other moms are struggling to produce enough. Going into a breastfeeding support group and complaining about oversupply can feel kind of like going to a Weight Watchers meeting and lamenting that it’s just too easy for you to drop pounds.

“I’ve been facilitating groups for moms for years and one of the things that is so hard is that these women don’t want to talk about their problems with a woman who makes four ounces in 24 hours,” said O’Connor, the lactation consultant, who added that many times women will only speak up, somewhat sheepishly, five minutes before a support group is set to end ― and then try to minimize their problem lest they come across as ungrateful.

“You go to these groups and you almost feel bad bringing up the fact you have too much milk,” said Brittany, who wrote a blog post on the topic so other moms wouldn’t necessarily feel as lonely as she did when she was struggling to nurse her first baby. “But there really are challenges on both sides.”

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