#this was first test print but it's pretty clean I'm happy with it

[lovelaceisntdead]

New print I've been working on. Gonna put this on a shirt too.

[moonspirit]

Pregnant Annie headcanons ft. some Papamin Propaganda #12:-

requested by @leitouris

Atleast some of this is a repeat from my earlier papamin posts, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

When Annie first finds out she's pregnant, she spends a lot of time wondering how to tell Armin. She has many options: surprise him? Give vague hints? prepare a candlelight dinner? or spend an evening at the beach in the sunset where she'll look into his eyes and say, "You're gonna be a papa..." ?

But you know what? She's not really very good at the "planning romantic things" bit. Still, she wants to make it special, so she settles for dropping hints here and there. Because he's so SMART right? Surely, he'll figure it out?

Turns out Armin is very DENSE when it comes to things like this.

He says: "What's this, Annie? Why are you giving me a picture-book for babies?"

And he says: "Annie, why is this towel so small? It's like it's meant for babies... oh haha, I get it, it's very good for cleaning corners!"

Annie becomes incredibly frustrated and ends up spending an hour throwing darts on a picture of Reiner's face to calm down.

One day, however, she comes home to the sounds of loud crying and sobbing. She finds Armin in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, her positive pregnancy test clutched to his chest.

And he says: "Anniiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee, y-y-you're pregnant??? And you didn't tell me?? I'm going to be a dad?!"

How can the world's smartest man also be so stupid sometimes?

So the pregnancy reveal is a disaster. Of course it is. They're both idiots.

Anyway.

As her body changes, slowly, Annie also begins to feel incredibly uncomfortable and a little insecure. She was always so sure and certain about her body before, in her size and strength and speed. Things are not like that anymore; she's gaining weight, sometimes her back hurts, a lot of the times she feels sick and slow too.

But every time she feels awful, Pieck begins to talk about her baby; about who it's going to take after, what the baby will look like, etc., and it makes Annie feel better. Armin also tells her how beautiful she looks and how lucky he is to be with her. How she's a great woman and that she's going to be an amazing mother. Every night. Every night when she cries, feeling scared, he's there, combing her hair and whispering into her ear until she falls asleep.

The morning sickness is BAD. Nausea and vomiting and revulsion to certain smells. Everyone, Armin especially, tries their best to make things easy for her. In this time, Armin learns to properly cook! (Jean teaches him).

Months pass, and as Annie's belly swells, she can no longer wear her usual clothes and has to resort to loose, flowy, comfortable dresses. Armin's very happy with this! It means he can see Annie in pretty floral prints and fluttering hems!

Whenever the others drop by (Jean, Pieck, Connie & Reiner), they always end up fighting with each other over baby names. Pieck has the best ideas, Reiner has the worst ideas, Jean hates everything because he only likes fashionable names, and Connie's the only one with normal suggestions. Aruani watch them loudly argue in the living room, bored and tired of the noise.

(Secretly Armin has a loooooooooong list of girl baby names that he hides from Annie).

But Pregnant Annie is soon glowing. With happiness, with excitement, with some wonder and bafflement that still lingers even after the first trimester. It's hardly believable that there's a new life growing within her. A bit of hers, a bit of his.

She cries a lot.

Late nights are spent in their dim bedroom with the windows open. On the bed, leaning against the headrest, Annie cradles her swollen belly while Armin, laying by her knees, his chin propped up by a hand, talks. He talks a lot to her and the baby in that soft, smooth voice, of everything and anything. He tells the baby she's going to love the world, that she'll love the sea, that she'll love the sky, that she'll love her mother the most.

"I love you both so much," He murmurs, holding Annie in his arms and stroking her hair. "From the ends of this earth to the moon and beyond."

(You see, Armin's very certain it's going to be a baby girl).

When Armin's not around, Annie too, talks to her baby. Quietly, a little awkwardly, but she talks. She tells the baby, "Your father, he talks a lot doesn't he? He's really looking forward to holding you in his arms... he told me that when you were sleeping last night. You're going to be a curious troublemaker, I can tell."

Baby kicks a LOT. Armin jokes that it's all Annie's genes - great lower body strength and powerful legs.

LOTS AND LOTS OF ARUANI KISSES AND CUDDLING.

When they go shopping for baby clothes, Armin very conveniently ignores the boy-section altogether, much to Annie's annoyance. He's desperate to be a girl dad, pls don't blame him.

All that said, Annie's pregnancy cravings are outrageous and awful! She wants all the strangest combinations of food to ever exist! Fish and ice-cream. Tons of plain sugar and soup. Ice and pickles. These combinations will kill an ordinary person, but she's a hungry mother-to-be, what can you say? Armin's very scared sometimes, but humours all her cravings anyway. Midnight trips to the nearest convenience store and ice-cream shop? He'll do it.

But her favourite pregnancy food is steamed sweet potato :3

Everyone is HELLA protective of her. EVERYONE. Armin most of all, because he's hopelessly panicky and over-protective, but when he's not there, Reiner and Jean are fussing Annie over the smallest things like she's incapable of doing shit by herself. Pieck says: "Why are YOU guys so scared? Annie's the one who's pregnant, not you!"

When Mikasa's around though, she's hovering behind Annie like some dark force from the underworld.

But still, the pregnancy isn't easy. There are scares, like sudden bleeding and several emergency hospital visits. But Aruani get through them, somehow.

What makes the final trimester bearable is Connie, the resident jokester. He cracks so many bad jokes for Annie one morning and she laughs so hard and her water also breaks.

...

EVERYBODY PANIC!

Aruani baby is eventually born to a cheering, tearful crowd.

Armin breaks down crying when he sees his baby's tiny face and tinier hands.

Mama Annie is relieved, sweat clinging to her forehead, out of breath and exhausted, but when she reaches out to hold her newborn in her arms, she realizes with a laugh, that indeed; those big blue eyes are definitely those of a curious troublemaker's.

[flowermountainpress]

Embers & To-do list (progress update)

February 24

(Cross-posted from Patreon)

I folded and am about to awl Embers-- vol 1-- my husband's birthday present for next month. I noticed so many mistakes on the typesetting, which is from May of 2023. The good news? I don't have to go through the painstaking process of changing the word doc, exporting the PDF, imposing it, downloading it, and printing again-- I can just live with the issues!

Mainly a spacing issue in the first chapter, all the new chapter pages having left-aligned page numbers, and a weird issue with the drop cap spacing. All things I can live with.

Unfortunately the margins are fucked. Plenty of top and bottom and even fore edge margin for me to trim, but it's going to be very slightly awkward on the inner margins due to the sewing. Still perfectly readable, though.

I didn't print a test signature BECAUSE I wasn't willing to change anything (long ass process described above) and I'm happy to live with the mistakes *because* this is something that's not leading my house.

I reread a small bit but caught myself... XD Embers has incredible re-readability so it's a great choice to bind.

After I get stabby, I'm gonna press the signatures overnight to reduce swell. Then sew! Typesetting, which used to be easy to me, is recently a pain in my ass. I find that with doing my day job on the computer (temporary work from home situation) and doing college on the computer, I don't wanna fucking touch it for bookbinding. The practical side of things, however, is nice. I wish I was past the typesetting stage on any of my "owed" projects; the two free paperbacks folks won (Domino and Mouse's).

I've included a picture of my silly to do list that let's me visually track progress on these projects. The first free paperback was easy because it was a fic I'd bound before. Only minor adjustments needed. I'm going to think long and hard about doing so many at once, ever again! Haha. It would have been fine if not compounded by the holidays and IRL work issues, actually-- but I've found it's the height of foolishness to make plans based on my *top* speed at completion things. Fall of last year, I was breezing by everything, and getting everything done soso fast!

Hopefully after this hill, and the break I plan on taking that I can see in the distance, I'll be able to be Speedy™️ once again.

As an aside, I can't remember if I mentioned, all the stickers and bookmarks (and tea and earrings) were mailed out earlier in the week, so February prizes are a bit early this month! Enjoy!

Domino project: 2/20

Mouse: 0/20

Embers: 6/20

Technological struggles: I bought affinity publishing last year when it was on sale, but this week when i tried to upgrade to using it instead of Word for typesetting (high learning curve but highlt recommended program for bookbinding), it crashed twice. The "why" is not a mystery. My laptop has been operating at almost maximum disc space, memory, and cpu, so I drug out my older but nicer laptop.

Re-installed a clean copy of the operating system, ordered a new battery, and have been slowly working my way over. It's a more heavy duty machine and despite being older, has better specs. So that's also been slowing me down. Every time I have spoons to do typesetting (or write), I run headfirst into these difficulties, and by the time I've made progress there, the spoons are gone.

However, slow and steady progress IS being made. I've pretty much vowed to keep trucking on with Word until I finish my current roster of projects, then fuck around with Affinity when I get 5 seconds.

Anyway, long post! Many update. Some progress.

[the-stray-storyteller]

Happy WBW, lovely! Not sure why, but today I'm asking about fashion?? What does the fashion-- I'm talking high, street, or anything else-- look like in your world(s)?

HEY! Thankyou!

I should be studying for my chem test

Most of my WIPs take place in our world and around our time so there isn't much fashion difference.

Except for Rebel which takes place in the future. I think I talked about the fashion in this WIP before.

Rebel takes place after a war that almost wiped the human race. Most of the population don't have enough money to buy anything too fashionable, so its usually hand me downs, borrowed clothes. Also the idea of linking a certain type of clothing to a gender is annihilated in this world. Nobody cares that much. The attitude is mostly:

"Those clean clothes with no holes? THAT CHEAP REALLY? I WILL TAKE IT!"

As long its warm and comfortable they won't mind.

However, there are the rich fucks in that world. Who actually have money to buy all the fancy clothing.

(I had to scroll through my tags but I found the post I was talking about this. I will just copy paste)

Anything metal, glass, iridescence, neon lights and of course anything Red War themed is considered fancy for them and ofc the rest of the world.

The last one is a pretty sick and twisted idea started by the rich. They started to see the Red War as a step forward for technology and discoveries.

During the war things like laser tech weapons were built and used for the first time. Dark matter bombs which reduced islands to ashes were created. The HS2 genes was discovered.

So the rich saw the war as an inventor, a muse for science. It has been like 5 years since the war ended in the novel and they have turned the war into an aesthetic.

War uniforms stitched together to form gowns. Flattened metal parts of broken guns and crashed aircrafts used to make jewelry. Images taken of experiments and certain moments in the war printed on shirts and jackets. A necklace made out of jewelry found on captured soldiers, etc.

[lpwrites]

Scott Appreciation Week Day 5

The Hottest Girl

I've been sitting on this idea since Scottuary, but heaven help me I am too much of a cog in the capitalism machine to have time

It's pretty straightforward though: everyone (except Scott) is in a competition to see who can make him blush/flustered the most

Stiles starts it, because someone makes a comment about how easily flustered Scott gets, and how he does that little happy bounce that just brightens up the room

Allison says she could beat Stiles, and that just gets everyone else in the competitive spirit

A lot of fluffy compliments, a lot of little touchy stuff

(I'm picturing all of them sitting at the tables outside making up the rules and setting up a system to make sure no one cheats or adds points because there has to be a process to it)

They see Scott coming and Kira just! bounces up (they haven't even really started yet but she got excited because she saw Scott), and she pulls out a sheaf of papers from her bag, explaining that she saw his guitar and she had asked her dad for his old music because maybe it could be of some use to him?

And Scott is a little taken aback because someone thought of him selflessly and he gets a little red as he takes the music sheets even though he's barely touched his guitar since he got the Bite, but the fact that she even thought about him makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and he blushes a little as he thanks her

The table is Furious she got him so fast lmao

Stiles is a lot of over the top compliments, which mostly make Scott laugh because he's being silly, but he gives Scott a big hug when they get their tests back and he's passing, and Stiles looks so damn proud of him that Scott flushes and scrunches up a little with his ears burning red

Lydia sits with his homework at lunch and goes through it with a red pen, and Scott feels his heart sink because why would she be marking it up so badly unless he's completely fucked up, but when she hands it back it's just comments of how well written certain paragraphs are, or what a good analogy he made based off the reading, praising him for his work and how much he's improved and coming from Lydia that's high praise, so he beams as he puts his paper away to print clean later

(oops I might have given Scott a praise kink now oh well)

Allison leaves him little notes in his stuff, and it's a game within a game because Scott can't even catch her when she leaves them, but it's little doodles with silly affirmations and observations that make him smile fondly and it doesn't matter that they're not dating anymore because even if they're not Together she still means the world to him, and he tucks them all into his binder to keep them safe. (And don't think about him finding them after she dies, little reminders that he can do it, and that he should smile because someone could be falling in love with him, reminders that he's loved that get a little smudged with water :) )

Isaac is at a loss throughout the day because he's not really an affectionate guy and he doesn't have good Role Models when it comes to positive interactions much less Affection. Stiles is probably making fun of him, until someone (maybe a team member? or just someone being shitty) makes a comment about Scott that rankles Isaac just enough and he's ready to go teach them a lesson about talking Shit about his Boy

Scott swoops in and eases him back, concerned at first because if it got Isaac pissed enough to fight it must have been pretty serious right? But Isaac just says they were talking shit about Scott and he looks a little startled at first

"Hey, it's fine, it's not worth getting in a fight about." He says, his hands still on Isaac's arms, like he thinks Isaac's still gonna shoot past him.

"It's worth it to me," Isaac huffs.

Scott takes a second to process what he said, and blushes bright red, because Isaac's always been punch first ask later, but the fact that he thinks Scott matters enough to be worth the trouble and punishment that would come with it? For something as silly as someone talking shit? He's not ENCOURAGING violence but it does make a feel guy feel a little warm inside

For funsies, Malia's in on the game (because fuck continuity) and decides she's gonna win, so she corners Scott and just. Stares him down. Face an inch away from his, staring very intently making Scott feel really confused because all day has just been Strange

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to make you blush," Malia says, matter-of-fact. "Is it working?"

Scott sputters, and hears a chorus of groans nearby. "Wh-- make me blush? Why?"

"Because I want to win the game." The duh is unsaid.

(The Malia part doesn't have to be included, I just think its silly.)

But yeah! end of the day Scott is warm and fuzzy but confused because everyone's been so nice to him and it's not something he's used to

He catches them at the same table tallying up points and arguing about semantics and he basically catches them red-handed. Everyone's a little bit embarrassed at being caught, but Stiles is defensive like "No! You deserve it anyways! It doesn't matter who won or if it was a competition because we all won in the end."

Silly squabbling, a lot of affection for Scott, maybe even a group hug :) soft pack ending because Scott deserves it

[newmysterygirl]

"You Owe Me"

Warning: Nun :) Just cuteness

Chapter 8 "Suprises"

5 weeks later

Reina's P.O.V

I wake up to the smell of something delicious.

Sweet.

Meat.

Savory.

I'm up.

I get out of bed and head to the kitchen where I find my 5 year old dancing around the kitchen and singing to Happy. While he cooks.

I watch them till Ivy see's me, freezes then go over to Happy tapping his side multiple times. I watch them curiously. Happy bends down, Ivy whispers something in his ear and he looks up at me. I raise my eyebrow and he smirks.

Happy stands up moving towards me. I move off the wall and meet him halfway

"Morning Mi Reina" he says then leans down and kisses me

"Morning" I look over at Ivy and see her hands over her mouth but I know she's smiling.

I squint at her which makes Happy say "Don't try to guilt trip her mama's" he walks back to the stove and

Ivy says "Go take a shower"

"Girl" I say looking at her like she's crazy

Happy says "We're gonna leave after we eat so go ahead an take a shower. You got time"

I look at him then Ivy before going back to the bedroom to get my clothes before going to the bathroom.

When I get out the shower and get dressed I walk into the dining room and see our plates and drinks already ready "I thought I had time"

"You did"

We sit down and Ivy starts telling us random things about school till

I hear a knock at the door and I don't even act like I'm gonna get it because I knew they wouldn't let me for some reason.

They both head to the door while I just sit there and sip my Sprite. When Happy comes back Brooke and Venus are with him. I smile and get up to give them a hug "What are you guys doing here"

I hug Brooke saying hi the hug Venus and she says "Came to get the pretty girl"

I look at her confused till Happy says "Oh I meant you and me when I said we're"

I just look at his smiling,cocky face and shake my head

"Ok" right then Ivy walks in "Let's get going girls momma and pops got places to be"

We all just laugh "She definitely got that from you" I look at him and say "Oh hush. Come here and give me a hug before you go" she runs into my arms dramatically and hugs me then Brooke picks her up and Venus kisses my cheek bye.

I turn to Happy once I hear the front door shut "I gotta pee first"

He nods "I'll clean up"

"Oh I forgot about that. You cooked baby I'll do it"

"Nah. I got it. Go pee" he says and smiles at me. I go pee then grab my purse but first I make sure it's in there.

I head towards the kitchen as he's walking out "Ready?" He ask

"Yeah. You gonna give me a hint" I ask as I walk out the door

"You'll love it. I hope" he whispers the last part as he locks the door

"So it's a surprise?"

"Yeah."

"Great two suprises in one day" I say under my breath

"We're taking my bike but you gotta be blind folded"

I whip my head around "What?"

"You trust me" he ask walking towards me

"Hap"

He cups my face before saying "Do you trust me"

"Yes"

"Ok then" he says as he pulls out a bandana "Turn around"

I turn around and he puts it on then picks me up and puts me on the back of his bike.

Puts the helmet on me, gets on, grabs my hands, wraps them around his waist and takes off.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I must of fell asleep because I remember  hearing the wind and the vehicles and now Hap tapping my legs "Baby. We're here" I can hear the amusement in his voice. I groan then slowly sit up, he get off then helps me off, takes my helmet off and we start walking.

I don't even ask because I know he won't tell me anything so I just follow him till he says "Ok" and we stop

"Can the blindfold come off now"

I ask and he does just that. I keep my eyes shut once it's off then slowly open my eyes.

My face drops

"What the hell" I say barely above a whisper

"I had it built after ma died"

I slowly turn my head to look at him as he looks at the house

"I found the blue print you drew up years ago. Contacted some people and they got started on It. It's been done for 2 years now. I think."

He puts his hand out and I take it. I just stare at him still in shock as we walk up the stairs, onto the front porch. He let's go of my hand, pulls out a key and unlocks the door.

We walk into the house and I look around noticing it's empty but built how I wanted it atleast the Entryway and Livingroom is.

"Walk straight" I hear him say behind me. So I walk straight and the first thing I see is the long dining table I said I wanted in the dining room.

To my right I see the big sliding glass doors "You even go the doors I wanted" I say as I turn around.

*Gasp* I cover my mouth then look at him "Baby"

"I knew I cared about you but that scared me then you went away and I felt like I could only blame myself. When ma died the first person I thought about was you. The only person I wanted near me. I pushed away. I don't want to lose you. Your everything I need and want and I've grown to like Ivy. A lot actually. I want to spend the rest of my life with you two if you'll let me"

"Three"

He looks at me confused. I laugh and removes my hand from my mouth "Three"

I unzip my purse and pull out the test "Three. Us three. I'd love it if you were in our lives forever"

He's still on his knee with the ring box. I walk over to him and kneel infront of him. He looks at the test then me.

"I went to get blood drawn yesterday to make sure it was true and it is. I'm pregnant. We're having a baby"

He drops the ring box, picks me up and spins me around then puts my down. He goes to put his hand on my stomach but stops. I grab it and out it on my stomach "I'm 3 months"

He smiles then I smile

"We gotta tell Ivy"

"She's got a big mouth I was thinking we could tell them on Christmas"

"You want me to wait a month without telling my brother's"

"Hey they are my family too. My Friends, Uncles, Dad's, Brothers, Sisters and I'll have to keep it from Ivy so it's not just you"

"Ok baby. We'll tell them on Christmas"

"Eve"

He laughs "Ok Christmas Eve"

We kiss then continue looking at the house. I tell him my ideas on furniture and he tells me we'll figure it out.

End Of Chapter 💙

[clatterbane]

I wasn't too happy to get woken up by a call just a little while ago. Especially since it looked like probably a wrong number?

I couldn't imagine why else somebody would apparently be calling from a local Subway? 🤔

But, no! I ended up being extra super glad I answered anyway.

Maybe they're Subway like we keep getting calls for the custom blinds business which had our newish landline number before us? Who knows.

But yeah, it was someone from our usual, closest hospital calling to finally give me another gastroscopy appointment!

Apparently, I have indeed been stuck in the NHS's infamous Waiting List Limbo. Mr. C also just said that, from what he could see of the report from the last Stent Installation Fail appointment, on the nurse's screen when we were last at the GP's? There may have also been some further communication fail helping gum up the works. 😒 I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, and she only printed out the last page for me to see. (Where a couple of other options were mentioned, which were indeed never brought up to me.)

The last we were told, my next appointment was supposed to be scheduled sometime in November. When services were still running as normal. But, for whatever reason? Not so much. This is the first I have heard from anyone about it.

So yeah, in the meantime, with the latest Plague Resurgence, which has been especially bad locally?

Once again: Non-urgent appointments postponed at BHRUT due to Covid increase. Where Barking, Havering and Redbridge University Hospitals NHS Trust does indeed cover some of the hardest hit London boroughs. 🙃 And AFAICT all specialist appointments/services are run out of hospitals under this system, for extra fun.

According to the person who called, they're just not doing outpatient diagnostics at all at our local hospital for now. Which covers all endoscopy. Thus, the appointment at the other hospital in the trust.

As for endoscopy services?

As of 21 December, we are only carrying out cancer and urgent diagnostic endoscopies –  these will all take place at King George Hospital, within the private sector or diagnostic hubs.

So, at least they are indeed classifying this as "urgent", which is honestly a huge relief. I mean, you would hope so if someone is having severe difficulty swallowing anything--which is kinda important to continued life--but yeah.

I have no clue what they are even planning to do. I was very surprised to hear that other options--including surgery! 😵--were even being discussed. I'm just the patient, why would anyone tell me anything, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And of course the people calling to inform you of appointments have no idea other than it's for endoscopy (or whatever), unlike at the kinds of specialist offices I was used to back home. I learned pretty quickly not to even ask.

So yeah, hopefully they won't spring a "surgery, or no swallowing for you!" on me. 🙄 We'll have to see. No use worrying about it now. (They say, worriedly...)

At least they will hopefully do another extremely unpleasant balloon dilation again, like last time after that defective stent wouldn't open up properly. That may not keep my esophagus more usable for longer than a few weeks afterward, but that's still a few weeks of hopefully being able to eat something other than thin liquids! Which is way better than I've been doing for almost 2 months now.

Oh yes, besides the short notice gastroscopy appointment, for next Wednesday? Of course I need to go for another (likely drive through only! 😬) COVID swab test 3 days before the appointment. Which means...the Sunday right before a bank holiday? 🤔

Maybe during the current crisis, they are indeed keeping that testing center open 7 days a week? Again, who knows. Somebody else is supposed to call me to tell me when to go. At some point before Sunday?

They just won't do the procedure without clean test results in hand, for pretty obvious reasons.

There's no way in hell we're going to get any medical passport appointment letter to show them at the testing center in the meantime. At least I still have the detailed instruction papers from the last time, unless they have switched procedures up a lot. I have serious doubts we'll get the letter for the endoscopy appointment beforehand, with Royal Mail currently working at a crawl.

Honestly, I have so many questions at this point. But, hopefully things will somehow work out. And I will hopefully be able to eat something again? *fingers crossed*

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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Warnings: none for this chapter. Starts with fluff, ends with angst. But shits gonna hit the fan lmao

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Spencer pulls up the comforters in an attempt to cover his ears from the horrendous alarm that was enveloping his room.

“Make it stop," he grumbled into an empty bed.

"It's been ringing for a little more than an hour now," he heard his favorite voice from the attached bathroom of their bedroom, "it's about time you woke up, don't you think?" She peeked through the doorway, rolling her eyes with a smile at her sleepy husband.

"I have a better idea," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

“Oh?”

"You come into bed with me." He propped himself onto his elbow, barely managing to pry his open. He glanced over to the digital alarm clock on the bedside table which read 6:15 in bright red luminescent lights.

He inhaled a sharp breath slowly sitting up in bed, stretching his arms widely. The covers fell back onto the bed as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Amelia looked at her husband from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "Occupied." She giggles as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Can you join me in the shower?” He asked his wife, looking at her big brown eyes through the mirror.

She turned to face him, smiling sweetly, “I'm already dressed, babe.” She puts on her earrings. “Sorry.” She apologized laughing at his disappointed sigh.

“You don't have to be at work ‘til 8. That's enough time for a second shower.” He rests his forehead against hers. He gives her a look up and down, thanking all the Gods he could think of for giving him an eidetic memory.

Her style was modest and girly. Floral prints and pastel colors. Lots of dresses and skirts (which she loved to twirl and spin in).

She quickly gives him a peck on his stubbly cheek, and squirms her way out his arms. “Get ready quickly. Breakfast will be ready in 20, and I would like to eat with you before I leave for the day.”

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Pulling the buttons on his cardigan close, he rushed into the kitchen when he heard the bacon sizzle.

“Lia,” he grumbled, quickly stuffing a few raspberries in his mouth before she could stop him, “you spoil me.” He kisses her cheek.

She gives him a toothy, childlike grin.

She loved being appreciated and praised. It made her feel giddy. And, when she felt like that, she gave this adorable smile, which was one of the many things Spencer loved. Her two front teeth, and side canines displayed themself through her smiling lips.

“Should I do the omelette?” Spence offered as he set the table.

“I was thinking of no eggs today.” She answered, pouring pancake batter onto a second pan. When he gave her a questioning look- eggs being her favorite in the mornings- she just shrugged. “The smell has been setting my stomach off for a few days now.”

After he poured the duo Orange juice, the two quickly ate, cleaned, and rushed out the door. Both said their ‘I love you's’ and parted their separate ways.

-

Amelia, being a preschool teacher, had very simple hours. From 8am, until 2 in the afternoon. After that, she was home, and usually waiting for her husband's arrival.

Spencer didn't have such a predictable schedule. Sometimes he would come home around 5 in the afternoon. Other times, if he had paperwork he wanted to wrap up, he would stay late till nearly midnight. And, of course, if a case came up, he could be gone for days.

But, regardless, whatever his schedule may be for the day, he always, always, made sure Amelia was aware of it.

Today was no different. She got home from work at about half past two. She had a feeling in her stomach. One of much excitement. A part of her wanted to wait for Spencer to come home, but a bigger part wanted to find out before him. That way, she could surprise him if she was right. And, if she wasn't- well, at least, that way, he wouldn't be disappointed also.

She tossed her handbag onto the couch of her apartment, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a total of three minutes, she's on the bathroom floor, one hand over her mouth, her other hand holding tightly onto a plastic stick and her eyes flowing with tears.

Happy tears.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There it was. The pregnancy stick she had bought nearly four months ago, finally in her hands reading exactly what she was hoping for.

Two solid lines, screaming, that she was going to be a mother. She wanted to call Spence straight away. She wanted to scream it off the rooftops and to the world. She wanted to call her best friend, and her mother and sister-

But first, she obviously had to tell her husband. But, not like this. She couldn't say news like this over the phone. No, she had to surprise him.

So, that's exactly what she planned on doing. Very quickly, and very happily, she got to baking. And whisking, and piping. Soon enough, she had a dozen cupcakes baked and frosted.

Some pink with blue sprinkles, some blue with pink sprinkles. She had a few topped with candles which she planned to light right before Spence came home.

Which reminded her-

Amelia paused the music which was blasting from her cell phone, and dialed her significant other.

One ring, two ring , three r-

“Hello?” She heard his voice answer.

“Hey,” she smiled widely. “Still at work?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just about wrapped up. I should be home soon.”

Amelia's stomach was storming with butterflies and she was scared, thinking, somehow, that her husband would unveil her secret through the phone. “Hurry,” she bit her bottom lip, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She heard his voice perk up, “Is this a family friendly surprise? Or, should I just come straight to the bedroom?” She could hear a smirk playing at his lips.

“Why don't you just hurry home, and you can see for yourself.” Amelia teased.

-

Amelia must've fallen asleep watching television, because, one moment, she's watching The Real Housewives reruns at 3 something, and the next, she's waking up feeling lost in sleep at almost midnight.

She feels discombobulated for a moment until she realizes she was waiting for her husband before her unplanned nap. Confused, she looks around her quiet, empty- very dark- apartment.

Sitting up on the coach, she grabs her phone and dials Spencer's phone, simultaneously turning on a nearby lamp.

He said he'd be home soon. She thought to herself. She swallowed hard, her sleep making her mouth dry.

No rings. Straight to voicemail.

Yawning, she goes to her contacts, and dials the next best number she can think of.

After two rings, she hears an all too familiar male voice. “Hey, Amelia.”

“Hey, Derek. Sorry for waking you.” She knew she didn't wake him. She could hear the television in the background.

“Nah, mama, it's cool. What, Boy Genius not letting you sleep?” He laughed. Amelia could hear Savannah asking Morgan who's phone call he was on so late at night.

“Um- actually, that's why I called. Boy Genius isn’t home yet.” Amelia stood from the spot she was in for the past few hours, “I spoke with him earlier, and he said he'd be home around 3-ish.” She fiddled with her fingers, and an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She could feel the confusion on the other line as Morgan quickly made an excuse, “You know, he probably turned his phone off and didn't realize it. That man is basically a caveman when it comes to technology. You know that.” Amelia started pacing her living room floor, “Don't stress, I'll call him and figure out where he is.”

The worried wife bit her inner cheek, “Thanks, Derek. Again, sorry for bothering you and the missus.” She felt guilty.

“Nothing to apologize about, Kid. I'll figure out where Pretty Boy is, and when I do, I'll eat his ear off for you.” He snickered, making Amelia smile. “Get some sleep. He’ll be home soon.”

Amelia wasn't tight-knit with Spencer's team, but she were fairly close. They were his family after all. So, it felt natural having to call Derek Morgan when Spencer hadn't come home yet. He was basically Spence’s big brother.

Saying another round of ‘thank you’s and ‘sorry’s, Amelia hung up the phone. Turning to face her kitchen counters, she saw the cupcakes she had set out in wait for her husband. Pink and blue sweets littered the countertops.

She had an uneasy feeling stirring within her. Nothing like the one she had before taking the pregnancy test. No, that was excitement. This, what she was feeling now, was all dread. With every fiber within her, she felt a strong fear.

And rightfully so.

-

Spencer was on the nose when he said he was ‘just about wrapped up’. After the call with his wife, he was more excited than usual to get home.

Spence and Amelia had what an outsider would call, puppy love. They were young, and openly affectionate. They were in what seemed to be a never-ending honeymoon phase.

Being together for 5 years, three of those as married, Spencer still looked at Amelia as if she was the reason the sun shone every morning, and she was the one who put the stars in the sky.

This was no ‘puppy love’. This was an ‘old couple sitting on a porch watching the sunset love’.

Spencer quickly packed his satchel, and because he was the last to leave the office, shut off all the lights. Taking the elevator down and quickly jogging to his parked car, he throws his bag in the passenger seat, and just as he's about to get in himself, he hears a voice call for him.

“Um- excuse me?” The curly headed brunette looks up, over his shoulder. He sees a hunched over chubby man, standing at the entrance of the parking lot. The two men lock eyes, and the stranger shows Spence a paper map from the distance. “I was a little lost, and was hoping I could just get some directions.”

The FBI agent licked his lips, and stepped a few feet away from his vehicle. “Where did you need to go?”

The chubby man made a smile which was crooked, “Question seems to be where I am now.” He laughed.

Spencer walked closer to the man who opened up the map. “Well, you're here,” he pointed at a cross section between two streets.

“And, now, where would that leave the Fish Market on Drewry Street?” He asked Spencer.

“Well, on Drewry Street, for starters.” Spence gave half a laugh, locating the street on the map.

As he pointed with his index finger, he looked up and saw the man staring intently at him. A smile took place on his lips, and before Spencer could react, or ask any questions, he felt a blunt force hit the back of his head.

Stumbling back with a grunt, the tall helpful man grabbed the back of his head, feeling warm, what he assumed was blood. “What the- agh! Mmpph!” A hand covered the agent's mouth.

In lighting speed, a windowless van pulls up beside the men. The man behind Spencer pushes him into the back of the new vehicle. The once hunched, and seemingly harmless stranger, now stood taller than Spencer. He shut the door of the van, leaving a half conscious, fully confused Spencer lying in the back. He jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and the car sped off with a screech.

Leaving behind only a skid mark on the road, and Spencer's satchel in the car, the van was long gone before any bystanders could take notice.

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Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 2: It was a nice ring.

The little house was as Harford had said, a few minutes down the dirty road, it was a nice two bedroom, kitchen and living room cottage painted in a light yellow almost beige color, with a nice trail of white stones in the back that marked the direction to the beach, it looked just like the place a sweet kindergarten teacher should live, except for the dead man in the living room.

Jonathan Norbury's body was facing up over a puddle of his own blood, with multiple wounds on his arms and shoulders, those were extended at both sides of his head. Around him multiple broken objects were scattered in the room, a broken lamp and the landline phone were completely bashed out and there were stains of blood all around the wood floor, they were small and they both immediately thought of Y/N and it was more clear how she end up with all that blood on her.

SOCO Brian Young came out of Y/N clean kitchen and give Miller a candid Hi, only a polite nod to Hardy. This was going to be a difficult case he could anticipate, but since he and DS Miller had started a relationship he was aware of how much she cared about her job and was not planning to get in the middle, his only concern however was the amount of time she had to spend with Shit-face, even when he was not an insecure man, he was sure they have had a thing going on at some point but she refused to talk about it.

"This is gonna be a nasty one" He said finally once DI Hardy finished looking at the body. "We would have to wait for the coroner to clear it but I'm sure your guy didn't die here"

"Yeah I think so too" Alec said not entirely happy to give him the reason "Place is to clean except around him, anything interesting?"

"Partial prints coming from the beach, no blood stains neither in the wall or the furniture except for that table, like if someone had touched the victim and then make it as a support to stand up, and the victim had this on his hand" He said showing them a bag of evidence with a crushed piece of gold with a diamond in the middle "It seems to me it was a ring or some sort of earring".

"It was a ring" Said Ellie picking a picture from the countertop, an Engagement announcement picture with Y/N and Jonathan proudly showing off the jewel "It was a nice ring, someone must be pretty pissed with him to crush it like that. Thanks Brian" She said and walked out with miller who was already in the back door "What do you think?" She said after a couple minutes of silence.

"He is like 6'2" He said simply.

"I know, a man that large could easily defend himself from a woman of her complexion" She concur, the woman was not tiny but the victim was in extremely well physical shape so that seemed unlikely "Maybe she drugged him?"

"And carried him alone until here with no traces?" He asked more to himself, since he had the same thought before "Back in the road Hartford said she kept screaming Someone help him, why would she do that if she kill him?"

"Guilt? In any case we had to interview her now and wait until the coroner says what happened to this guy" She said and they surrounded the house to get back at the road, and walked the distance Y/N had walked, when they found her she was shoeless but they had found bloody footprints leaving the property and then is when Miller saw it "Look this is definitely hers" She said picking up a sport shoe from the dirt and putting it in a evidence bag, they definitely hadn't see it the first time.

"There's something else over here" Hardy said already on one knee lighting with his phone a side of the road, "It's a letter" He said showing her a piece of paper with a bloodstain in it "Apparently he was leaving her".

Dear Y/N, you know how much I despise long explanations, that's why I will be brief, by the time you read this letter I'll will no longer be at Broadchurch.

I leave it at your place so you can find it when you come home from work. I just want to warn you that I'm not coming back.

I didn't came to London to fix the details of the wedding, I'm actually escaping from you, this whole idea of getting married is no longer what I want. Being with you has become a burden more than a pleasure, and if I have to be perfectly honest I met someone else.

She is wonderful and sweet, and makes me feel things you never will, and I'm getting tired to being afraid of you, and what could happen to you, so I am sorry; but it's for the best.

I have confidence that if I go like this now and I simply don't come back you will erase me from your memory...

"Well he was not so nice after all" Ellie said reading the letter. "But here, look. The date he write here is from 5 days ago, if he had already leave what is he doing here?" She said looking again for more details in the letter.

"Being afraid of you... Seems a bit too easy isn't?" He said taking back the letter and putting it in another evidence bag. "Almost too easy, he breaks up with her and she ends things with him quite literally".

"DI Hardy!" The young voice of DC Harford call in their direction at the exit of the dirty road "DS Miller" She add quietly once she saw her, it never cease to impress Alec how afraid of Ellie she acted sometimes "The woman, Y/L/N, she fainted during the examination, she hadn't said much apart from the screams but we finished collecting evidence and they are moving her to the station for questioning"

"How did she faint?" Asked Miller, and even when it was a suspect she felt sorry for the girl.

"She had a medical bracelet, the ones that said if you are allergic or things like that, hers says she has absence crisis"

"She was probably dead scared" Alec said making both women look at him "Dasy had a convulsion when she was little, nothing serious but they tested her for all kinds of stuff and Tess and I learned some things about it" He started explaining himself more quickly than they could follow "Some kids space out completely, is rare in adults, but an anxiety crisis can trigger it"

"So then I hardly imagine her picking up a knife and fighting her fiance to death" Ellie said now believing more than ever she couldn't do it.

"That's what I thought, specially since she is not capable to drive or do simple things" Harford said and take out a small notebook "A woman call to her phone, it was in her pocket, she said she was supposed to give her a ride from work to go the train station to pick up her fiance but she wasn't there and she went alone to pick up the guy but he didn't show up, I ask her to go to the station as well"

"Nice work" said Miller with a smile and she only nodded but a spark of gratitude hide in her eyes, and Ellie give Hardy a meaningful look immediately after.

"Sure, Miller and I will take Y/N, you can interrogate the other one" He said calmly, and Katie did her best to hide her excitement.

"Sure, thanks sir. I'll meet you there" she said and started walking fast to her car.

"Oh Christmas is early this year" Ellie tease him but she also believed in Harford, her past mistakes were now longer forgotten and she was becoming a good detective.

"Shut up Miller" He simply said and they walked again to her car "Let's go meet our suspect".

I'm loving writing this, I think this works better in short chapters but that means there will be a lot of them. Please comment and ask me anything, even if you don't like it, I appreciate criticism.

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Fast cars and Freedom: Breathin (2/?)

A/N: This is my take on ROD. It takes place 6 years in the future and also jumps back to events of the past. If you would like added to the tag list, let me know!! You can also catch up HERE

Pairings: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature on all counts, young eyes look away.

Word count: 1938

Chapter inspiration:

Summary: Ellie is adjusting to life back on the West Coast. But will a simple a night out be just that?

It had been 2 days since ellie had been back in L.A, she borrowed her dad's car and headed to the local elementary school to enroll Luca. Since it was summer still Luca would start Kindergarten in the fall. They walked into the office of the school, Luca beamed as she looked around. “Mommy, is this where I am going to school?”

“Yes Luca. this is where mommy went to school when I was your age.”

They were greeted by a tall slender woman. “Hello, how may I help you.”

“I am here to enroll my daughter for Kindergarten.” Ellie looked up, her eyes widening as the woman smiled back at her.

“Of course.” she looked down at the papers “Miss Martin… Ellie Martin? Is that you?”

“Ah, Hi Ingrid. Nice to see you again.” Ingrid smiled, Ellie couldn't tell if she was enjoying the fact she clearly got pregnant right out of high school or if she was actually happy to see her. “So good to see you too, and this your daughter Luca?” She looked down at Luca who smiled brightly at her, she looked back at Ellie and she could tell the gears were turning. Ingrid knew she was dating Logan then, she tried hitting on him at brent's party and he shot her down. She also knew that she was seeing colt, that was much clear by the way they couldn't keep their lips or hands off each other at prom.

“Yes, this is Luca. Luca can you say Hello.”

“Hello miss? Um, what is your name?” Luca spoke. “I am Mrs Vandermeer, it is a pleasure to meet you Luca.”

Ingrid went over her registration, noting Lucas test scores well advanced for a 5 year old. “Well, she is definitely bright like her mother.” Ingrid smiled “Everything looks to be in order, It just seems to be missing fathers information.”

Ellie dropped her head “He's not in the picture.” she never felt more embarrassed then she did in that moment. Here she was, high school valedictorian and didn't know who her child's father was.

“I see. That's ok, we have your father as an emergency contact, and Riya Washington. That's nice you guys are still friends.” She couldn't tell if Ingrid was trying to be nice or secretly talking crap to herself,  but she appreciated the bail out. “Yes, Riya and I are still close.” Ellie looked over at the photos on her desk, a small child with blonde hair in every frame and one of her and her husband. “Oh. You married Brent?” Ingrid smiled and held out her hand displaying a ridiculously large rock. “Going on 3 years. We have a son and another little one on the way.” Ellie felt the smallest twinge of jealousy, but she was also really happy for Ingrid.

“Congratulations Ingrid. I am really happy for you.” Ingrid nodded,  a silent agreement they forged at prom 6 years ago looming between them.  She turned to Luca “Well, you miss Luca are officially a kindergarten student.” Luca jumped up “Alright! Yay! Mommy, I'm gonna need to go shopping, I have to look my best for my first day of school.” she turned to Ellie, hands on hips. “But Lulu sweetie, you have a month before school starts.”

“Well I have to have time to plan mommy.”

Ellie wasn't a fashionista, this trait her daughter had reminded her of Logan.  He loved to get dirty working on cars, but he was a pretty boy, and cleaned up nicely.

They made their way back to her dads,  Ellie dropping Luca off so she could run a few more errands and stop in her new office to sign a few papers before heading home. She drove along in her father's older Honda, passing a few places that sparked some memories. She came up to a red light, her attention drawn to the large empty parking lot next to her. Her heart raced as she noticed the chunks of pavement missing from where she flipped her car Setting up the brotherhood .  All the money that school had, and they couldn't fix the parking lot. She made her way through the city one thing she did not miss was all the traffic lights. She awaited the light to turn Green when she felt a sharp jolt come from behind pushing her forward.

“son of a fucking bitch.” she climbed out of her car “Did you just hit me?” her anger took over her. “I am so, sorry.” a young girl got out of the car. “I just got my license a week ago. Man my dads gonna be so mad. Maybe he was right, Driving is Dangerous.”

The girls words hitting her like a ton of bricks, quickly softening her mood.

“Hey. Its ok, accidents happen. Don't let it discourage you from driving.  It is your right to drive, but you have to be aware of your surroundings at all times.” she reassured the girl. “I'll take care of this, you call your dad. I am sure he will just be happy you are ok.”

Ellie called in to inform them of the accident, the police came and took a report. They had to tow the car since it suffered some rear end damage. She pulled out her car calling Riya to pick her up. Once they got back to her dads Riya and Ellie sat around catching up. “Can I just tell you how stupidly excited I am that you are finally home?” Riya squealed. “I know, it kind of feels good to be home to be honest.” Ellie gave her a half chuckle.

“We should go out and celebrate.” She squeezed her hand. “No Riya. I couldn't, what about Luca?” Ellie shook her head. “Ellie, you never take time for yourself. Your dad can keep Luca, come out, let loose.”

“Riya is right sweetheart, go have fun. I got Luca.” Her dad cut in. “ are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you.” Ellie hesitated.

“Nonsense,  I finally get my girls home, Im making up for lost time.” He turned to Elie who was coloring “What'dya say munchkin, popcorn and movie night with Grampy?”  Luca jumped down from the table. “I say Heck yes!” She winked.

“Luca Rose!” Ellie shrieked.  And that reminded her of colt. “Sorry mommy.”

Riya and Ellie headed out, she found an outfit for the evening and they went back to Riyas to get ready. Riya and Darius bought her parents house after they retired and moved to Florida. She walked in and immediately colts face flashed through her mind. The way he looked at her when she descended the stairs in her pink prom dress. She wondered momentarily what he was up to, before she was pulled from her thoughts.

“The trio is back in action.” Darius shot finger guns at her as he pulled her into a hug. “Good to see you smartie pants.” he grinned. “Good to see you too Dare. Wheres Marcus?”

“Put him to bed. Toddlers are a lot of work.” he grunted. Ellie shook her head in agreement.

“Sorry to break up the reunion, but we need to get her ready to meet a man tonight.” Riya giggled as she pulled her up to the bedroom so they could get ready. “Riya NO, that was not the plan. I don't need a man.” Ellie refused.

“Just… go, in there and get ready.” Riya nudged her into the bathroom.

Ellie curled her hair making loose beach waves. She applied minimal makeup, she was never one to doll herself up. Truth be told she was envious of every girl with flawless makeup, she could never quite master the art of the contour.

She stepped out in a knee length little black dress, that accented all the right parts. Riya let out a low whistle. “whoa mamma, somebody's gonna get lucky tonight.”

“oh god no! I'm not going anywhere near a man. I'm just happy to hang out with my bestie.” she kissed Riya on the cheek, leaving a red lip print. “Ellie, you asshole.” Ellie playfully shoved Riya. “Come on, our uber is here.”

They entered the club, the lights blinding them as they made their way to the bar grabbing some drinks. The couldnt find a table so they stood by the bar, they talked and laughed for a while,  having drink after drink before deciding to head out to the dancefloor. They twirled and moved to the beat, getting lost in the rhythm. For the first time in what felt like forever she felt her worries melt away, she hadn't felt so free, so Alive in a long time. “I gotta pee.” She tapped Riya on the shoulder. She made her way to the bathroom,  passing the VIP area. She could hear girls laughing loudly and flirting, people cheering. She rolled her eyes. Probably some bimbos looking for a hot shot to take one of them home. She made it to the bathroom, or the extremely long line to it.

Her eyes took her to the dance floor, locking on a couple dancing close together, she thought back to they went to Hyrieus.

*******

She danced like nobody was watching spinning around until she was dizzy. Stumbling into Logan. “Whoa. I got you. You dizzy?” She held onto logans strong shoulder “Yeah maybe a little.” she steadied herself noticing a guy checking Toby out. “Hey Toby, that guy over there is totally checking you out.” Toby sauntered over to dance with the stranger. Logan was talking to Ximena now,  Ellie's eyes locked on colts. She walked over grabbing his hand “Dance with me.” She pulled him to the dance floor. “I don't really dance.”

“Neither do I.” she pulled him father into the dance floor, away from the crew.

“I've been waiting to get you alone all day.” He pulled her closer, tilting her face up with one finger. “Is that so? I'm starting to think you like me.”

“I don't like anybody.” He smirked looking in her eyes as his fingertips lightly gripped her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.  Their lips inches from each others. “Is Logan watching?”

“Why, do you not want him to see us together?”

“Would it be wrong if I kind of wish he could?” Ellie eyed him “I'm not some shiny object for you two to fight over. I'm just a person.” He stared deep into her brown eyes. “Oh Ellie, you're so much more than that.”

She grinded against him keeping with the beat of the music. “I thought you couldn't dance.”

“i'm just doing what feels good.” she batted her lashes. “Well keep doing what feels good.”

She gripped his hair, pulling his face down to hers. Lips crashing against each other with need. Everything else slipped away, it was as if nobody else was there, just the two of them. They pulled apart breathlessly his lips grazing her ear. “You're my driver forever, you know that right?”

“Promise?”

***********

She was pulled from her thoughts by the woman behind her, tapping her on the shoulder letting her know it was her turn. She left the bathroom, making her way past the vip section again.  She was almost at the bar when she swore she heard someone calling her name, she could barely hear of the loud thumping of the base. Until she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Ellie?” She turned quickly, her heart pounding at the sight in front of her. She swallowed hard “Logan?”

He smiled back at her “Hi troublemaker.”

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Forget Me Not Jim Mason x Reader 50 First Dates AU Pt 10 *Final Part*

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AFTER THE CHAOS of the birth scene, quiet finally descended. Everywhere except in Jon's brain. Well, his heart-that too was going a million miles an hour, and the reason was right there in his hands.

The doctor had left after giving them a wink and placing his finger against his lips. Medina had left.

Y/N had stepped into the shower, and the nurse had pushed him back into the chair beside the bed. Without so much as a "here you go” she’d placed the baby in his arms. Then she'd left the room, giving Jim no opportunity to do anything but sit there and stare at the tiny person he held cradled in his hands.

Honest truth? He was fucking scared to death. By a bundle of humanity the size of a bread loaf. The baby boy wiggled, and Jim pulled him closer, soft flannel pressing the side of his arm as he cradled the bundle. "Oh, man. This is…”

The kid's face was all scrunched up-no way to tell family resemblance to anyone when he looked like that. Jim glanced around the room to double-check he was alone then carefully laid the baby in his lap and loosened off the blanket.

It might be stupid, but he had to see. He wasn't looking for a distinguishing mark or anything, but... Jim wanted to count toes. And fingers. And look again at how perfectly human, and yet perfectly tiny the baby was.

Baby James complained loudly about being poked and prodded. His arms flared out, fists waving in the air, and Jim did his best to rewrap him. The trick eluded him, and things were a bit of a mess, but James settled down, his bright purple eyes seeming to stare straight through Jim.

"So. You're here."

Another thing that might be stupid, but it felt right to talk to the kid. Tell him...

"You know, your mom is pretty incredible. You have no idea what she just went through for you. Frankly, you probably don't want to know, but right off the bat, you picked a good one, kid. She's loved you with everything in her since she knew you were coming, and she wants nothing but the best for you."

The words stuck in his throat for a minute as that really, truly registered. How much Y/N loved James. The fact she'd said she loved Jim as well?

It wasn't as if there was a limit to love. Only so much to be doled out a little at a time before you had to hold back and save some for another day.

The baby lying in his lap was proof that love wasn't about what you could do, or where you’d come from. Love was a gift, and damn if emotion wasn’t welling up in a way that made Jim gasp at the sharpness of it cutting away the bloody edges inside.

Did it really matter if James was the result of his genes and Y/N's mixing? Or did it matter more that Jon would be called daddy? That he could be a father James looked up to-he'd teach his son to do all the fun things in life, and to deal with all the responsibilities, but most of all he could teach his son how to love unconditionally.

If it turned out Rick had started this life, and the courts decreed he had to be involved, Jim would find a way to make sure even that was somehow a positive experience. He'd protect James, like he would protect Y/N going forward. Not with fists and violence, but in a way that would make a difference in the end.

God, somehow, he would find away.

"So, here’s the deal. I'm your daddy. Well, I need to do some convincing to get your mom to marry me before it will be official, but whatever else happens, or however long that takes, you and me? We're the real deal. We're going to be having a lot of talks over the years. About doing chores you hate, and girls you like. And maybe we'll talk about cars or computers or whatever else comes along. But I'm going to be there for you. For you and your momma. And it doesn’t matter to me one bit if you’re someone else’s son, because you're mine, and I'm so damn thankful for you."

He had to wipe away a tear. "Not at all what I expected, but it's exactly what I needed-you coming into my life. And maybe we'll fight at times, or you'll get grounded-hell, I kind of expect you will if you're  anything like me-but no matter what, I'm your daddy. And that’s never going to change."

He'd been so intent on the pain that was leaving him in a rush he hadn’t noticed the shower had turned off.

The first thing that registered was the soft touch of hands slipping over his shoulders as Y/N draped herself up against his back. She touched her cheek to his, moisture connecting-his tears or hers? She snuck a hand around his torso and laid her fingers over his where he gently held James. "I love you, Jim. we'll find a way."

"We’ll make memories, good ones, and we'll find a way," he agreed.

He opened his arms and pulled them in close. Opened his heart and did the same. This wasn’t about his past, it was about his future. A grown-up, straight-up heart-and-brain decision to be there for the two people who mattered the most.

His lover.

And his son.

Five days later

THE TEST RESULTS came sealed in an envelope. One page, with all kinds of numbers and details at the bottom, but all Jim could see through his tears was the beginning.

The results of the paternity test are consistent with the alleged father Jim Mason being the biological father of the child James Mason Jr. The probability of paternity is greater than 99.9%.

Y/N took another box off the shelf, peeking inside briefly before abandoning it with the others. In the background, she heard the sounds of water splashing, and a momentary protest rang out as James squawked. Jim's answer came immediately, soft and reassuring as he soothed the baby.

It was one of the wonderful parts of being a family. Jim had taken over the nighttime bath routine, leaving her a few moments to accomplish something without the little one around.

Tonight she'd grown serious enough to venture into the storage room. She'd created a one-of-a-kind scrapbook to record James's milestones-crafted together from a hardcover book Medina had gifted her and some of her new artistic talent. The details were caught up, but now she wanted to compare it to what was recorded in her own baby book.

Only where was it?

She pulled the lid off yet another box, surprised to find the decorative book that used to sit beside her computer.

She'd used it for taking notes and jotting down recipes, and as she flipped through the pages realized she had stashed a backup of all her passwords.

Driven by curiosity, she tucked the book under her arm and headed down the hall, pausing in the door of the bathroom to watch her guys. Jim carefully washed James's hair chatting all the time about engines and torque, and other things that made her smile. The baby did nothing more than gurgle in response, but Jim didn't seem to care.

He must've sensed she was there, and he glanced over his shoulder momentarily, his smile ratcheting up a notch as he looked her over.

"Well, whatever you're doing I look forward to joining you later." He leered at her, his hands carefully guarding James as their son wiggled his limbs happily.

Y/N stuck out her tongue and twirled away, the short shorts and tight tank top she was wearing to beat the August heat clinging to her body with a slick of sweat.

She sat at the computer and went to her long-since-abandoned email account. Stared at the password sign-in and wondered if it was even worthwhile. She loved Jim, trusted him. That wasn’t even a question anymore. The only reason to look would be to satisfy her curiosity.

She really should go wash up the dinner dishes instead. Or clean up the mess she'd made with the new set of paints Jim had bought her to explore another artsy area that had caught her interest.

Curiosity won.

She checked the information in the flowery notebook, inserted the proper password, then hit enter. The entire screen bloomed with unread emails. She rolled her eyes and scrolled back through months’ worth of spam. It wasn't until she reached the previous October that there were some real emails for her, most of them containing information she had received after her accident. Information that had been duplicated and sent to her new account.

She knew the date she was looking for. By this time it wasn't a case of need to see it, but it was strangely comforting all the same that the email Jim had told her he had sent was there. She clicked it open and smiled, her heart filling with even more love as she read it through.

There was no room for sadness. No room for regrets that her accident had taken some of this from her.  No room for anger at the lies Rick had told, first in insisting they'd gotten back together and then his manipulation toward the end.

As the sounds of her laughing husband and a contented baby carried into the main room, Y/N had nothing inside but happiness. Filled to the top with love for two people, one of whom hadn’t even existed this time last year.

She paused to print out the note, though. Not to show to Jim, but to slip into the other memory book she’d started. The one where she’d pinned the picture he had taken immediately after their first official kiss. The book she'd taped the ticket stubs from their first movie. Pasted the PG sketch she'd done of him-the dirty one she had tucked elsewhere to keep it from anyone else's eyes.

The printout was a new memory of the truth and commitment he’d offered her, even before she'd known how much she was going to need him.

Jim stepped back into the living room, James in his arms. "Someone is ready for a cuddle." He lowered their baby into her embrace then stepped back only far enough to drape his arm around her shoulders as he leaned against her, their bodies close and intimate.

Scrubbed and clean, eyes drooping with sleep, James stared up at them both, little mouth opening wide with a yawn.

"He's so gorgeous." Y/N slipped a finger over his tiny lips, and he puckered, looking for something more.

"Of course he is. He's our kid." Jim reached over and tucked his finger into James’s tiny fist. Baby fingers barely reached around, but the kid hung on tight.

The soft touch of lips against her temple as Jim kissed her was the final blessing on the moment. Y/N tucked herself and James tighter into the embrace then looked up into the sincere gaze of her lover. The father of her child, in not just blood but all the more important ways.

"I love you, Jim Mason. Heart and soul."

His grin widened. "I love you too, and you'd better never forget it."

She laughed as he turned her to face the backyard where he'd planted so many flowers. The brilliant blue flower petals had faded, but the message remained.

As his arms circled both of them, Y/N leaned back and soaked in the wonder that was her life. The one full of memories with even more to be made in the future.

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dx I'm on my first placement where I'm living in hospital accommodation and I'm finding it really hard to leave work behind me at the end of the day. because I can't get any physical distance from the hospital I think, and I'm doing acute care and don't know anyone's outcomes, it hangs over me. not really sleeping at the min. do you have any advice?

Hello! I can empathise, I’ve had outfirms since 3rd year of med school, and stayed in in hospital accommodation for a lot of that time. I’ll be honest, hospital accommodation can be pretty grim; unlike private accommodation, hospitals put very little (read: no) effort into making it feel homely or even vaguely nice. It can feel like an extension of hospital. And I’ve lived close to hospital often enough to agree that it’s hard to distance yourself when you can literally see your workplace from your bedroom window. It’s also difficult to maintain sleep hygeine when you basically live in one room. For that, I’d suggest taking walks after you finish uni for the day, if it’s not too late. Explore the local area, and find the nice places to be, if there are any. Part of your problem is the ‘trapped within four walls’ feeling that comes of living in hospital accommodation. I recommend looking up sleep hygeine, and seeing if there’s anything you can improve on, though it can be tough when we live in a constricted area. I’d also recommend befriending the other students living there, if at all possible. When I’ve liked who I’m living with, it doesn’t much matter to me what the flat itself is like, because living with people you get on with makes it fun. Whereas if you’re kind of alienated from each other, then it’s more miserable for everyone. Try to get everyone to have tea, or cook together once in a while, it might make a big difference. Perhaps even go out together as a group, particularly if you’re all stuck miles away from wherever you all live during termtime. That’s the most fun part of outfirms; the way everyone kind of bands together when you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere. I’d also recommend changing your room environment to make it feel more like home. I could never get my friends or colleagues who lived in hospital accommodation for months or even years, but brought so little of themselves to their rooms. Like they looked really bare? That’d make me feel miserable.  The only thing I would not recommend is candles. The fire alarms are always suuuper sensitive. But there are lots of other things you could do. Little things like:

Bring a blanket from home; even if they give you bedding, it’s always really impersonal. Half the time it’s standard hospital stuff.Something from home can make a real difference.

Warm clothes. Sometimes the heating really sucks. One particular winter when I was a student, I ended up wearing a scarf to bed because the heating just wasn’t functional at all during a cold snap.

Fairy lights. I also like fake flowers; they don’t need watering or replacing, and they don’t die.

Houseplants. I have several, and they keep growing, and now I have to think about how I cart a 25cm cactus everywhere, but I still recommend  having some greenery.

Get a couple of nice cushions.

Print photos of all your friends and family. Stick them on the wall. Lots of hospital accommodations have cork boards or something, but otherwise they tend not to care what you do with the wall too much. I have pictures of friends and family from a while back, but also graduation photos to remind me of how hard I worked to get here.

It doesn’t just have to be photos of loved ones. Put up postcards you like. Or inspirational quotes. Or artwork you like. Or pictures of cats. Or pictures of your favourite series, or celebrity crush, or favourite car, or football team, or favourite memes or whatever. It doesn’t actually matter, as long as it’s stuff that makes you happy. In the past, I’ve put up my own art on the walls. Currently, my walls are covered in nice landscape photography, Alphonse Mucha’s art, and cupcakes, all from calendars over the years; I tend to keep the photos I like for putting up when I need cheering up.  I haven’t bothered framing anything nice yet, because its much easier to move around loose paper than framed artworks or photos. One day, when I settle down I’ll have proper framed stuff on the walls. 

Bring something that you do to unwind. Knitting, art materials, ereaders,  games etc. I’ve seen students bring their gaming consoles. I’ve had colleagues bring their keyboards. Have stuff there that helps you to relax. It may be a room you work in, but it also needs to be a room that you can relax in. You can’t really relax if you haven’t brought any of your hobbies with you. For me it’s art materials. I can’t live anywhere without something to create with. It doesn’t even matter if I’m too busy to draw, I still have to have some nearby, just in case I get some spare time.

I bought a colourful plastic tablecover because the tables are usually nasty. Now I look at cupcakes when I’m studying.

Your favourite books or films or CDs etc. You don’t have to bring a huge collection, but it helps to have some stuff that makes you feel happy. I always feel better when my room isn’t just filled with medical books or notes.

Bring the medical books you most find useful, leave the rest at home. You do want at least a few books, because your local hospital library will be much smaller than your university library, and they won’t have everything. If you can leave stuff in your old room or with your parents, it makes it easier because then you don’t need to bring everything.

All hospital accommodation usually has things like table lamps, microwaves or kettles. All of them give you a desk and a chair. There’s usually a dustbin. The flat should have ample cutlery and crockery. If any of this is missing or not working, let accommodation know so they can replace it.

If they don’t have a working kettle, I recommend getting an affordable one from the supermarket, because life is miserable when you can’t even make yourself a cup of tea.

Some basic cleaning kit. Even if there are cleaners (there usually are), I’ve always found that accommodation can be cleaner. Making sure your environment is up to your personal cleanliness standard will probably make you feel better.  Since you can’t burn candles or incense, you can get an infuser or something else to make your room smell nice.

These things can all build a feeling of being ‘home away from home’, particularly if you take them with you from placement to placement. As for acute care, I always found that tricky about being on-call or working in AMU myself. I felt that I never really saw the full effect of our treatment, because no sooner had we started treating, then we shipped them off to another team. On the plus side whenever I did ward cover on-calls, I recognised so many of the patients because they’d all come through our AMU. It made dealing with sickies on the ward a lot easier.  The good news is that you can actually follow patients up with  a modest amount of effort:

When seeing patients, note down their hospital number, initials and DOB. Perhaps ust keep a small pad just for it. Don’t write anything about their clinical conditions, you want this to be anonymised.

Or keep slightly more detailed notes, but keep these in the doctors’ office at hospital. Legally, any identifiable patient information shouldn’t leave the hospital or be left where anyone can see it. Regardless, you should throw the pad in the ‘ confidential waste’ bin when you finish your rotation. Don’t take patient identifiable information with you!

When you have free time, go up to the ward clerk and ask them if they can find out which wards some of your patients ended up on. It’ll take them seconds to find out, if you give them the hospital number.

When you have time, go up to those wards, and after introducing yourself to the ward team, you can either ask them what’s happened to your patients, or ask if you can peruse their notes to catch up. I’d be more than happy for students to be checking up on patients they have seen, and I don’t see why any clinicians or ward staff would object, as long as you’re wearing ID and don’t look suspicious!

 Patients seem genuinely touched to know that you’ve come over to see how they are doing, so you can always pop by and ask the patient themselves.

For me, it’s easier, because I can chase things like blood tests or Xrays on the system myself. But even I have to ask the ward clerk where my patients have gone, and I too sometimes have to get a hold of the day team looking after my patient if I want to check that they are OK. I still do it when I can, because it helps me get feedback on my initial diagnoses. Following up on patients is an important part of our learning process as clinicians, so it’s a great skill to get into the habit of.

I hope this helps :)

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CONGRATULATIONS MISS. SWIFT ARTIST DECADE AWARD!

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THE SELENA GOMEZ SuperStar....TO THE AMAs RED CARPET.

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ATT: REV. FUKUI & MS. FUKUI Principle Director

TO: I-KUAN TAO TEMPLE

ATT: TEACHER CHANG

WHEN I FIRST MET MIKE MECHANIC CAUCASION ELDERLY.

MIKE HAD A BLACK EYE...PRETTY BAD. A REAL PROFESSIONAL COMMERCIAL TRUCK MECHANIC SHOP. LEAF SPRINGS NEW & USED IN STOCK, & A PILE OF USED OUTSIDE! I SHOULD OF HAD KNOWN WHEN I SAW THE WARNING SIGNS: THE OFFICE IS ABANDONED & SO DISARRAY IS SCARY & NASTY! THERE'S NO OFFICE THUS NO OFFICE WORKER & MIKE NEVER BOTHERED TO GIVE ME A $500 RECEIPT. & I WOULDN'T KNOW WHERE THE RECEIPT WOULD COME FROM?? WHAT A Fxxxxxx MESS OF A NASTY OFFICE!

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

TO: MY DEAR, MI CONTESSA

THE SELENA GOMEZ SuperStar

Exe-Producer*Songstress*Activist*Actress

My love, Deepest In My Heart*Turn My Head In-Love Instead.

DEAR: MISS. SWIFT & MR. BRAUN...OMG!

WHAT'S THIS NEWS REPORT ABOUT BRAUN & YOU & FAMILY THREATS!! OH COME ON DON'T YOU THINK THAT'S TOO MUCH ABOUT SOMETHING SO SIMPLY RESOLVED IT'S CALLED BUSINESS "NEGOTIATIONS ON THE TABLE!" WTF!

OH PLEASE THE NERVE WITH YOU GUYS!!

THE AMAs:

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FEBRUARY 2017....OH YES I WAS BACK HOME ALREADY. RETURNED SEPT. 2016. BRONX NY & RV PARKED FRONT OF FAMILY TAINO CON CARINO' AUTOPARTS BUSINESS...CHAOS! LATE GRANDPA DAVID SANTIAGO SR. SAID: AFTER I ASKED "DO WE HAVE PLANS TO USE THE BANK VAULT??" SANTIAGO SR. SAID CONFIRMING WHAT SOLY YOUNGEST SON SAID "NO REY, ONLY FOR HIGH TECH & EXPENSIVE PARTS & ELECTRONICS, AND VAULT STAYS CAUSE IT COST HALF A MILLION DOLLARS TO DISMANTLE THE STEEL & CONSTRUCTION!"

I CLOSED THE Fxxxxxx STORE PERMANENTLY. WHAT! AFTER 10+++-YEARS RELOCATED FOR UNIVERSITY, 4-YEARS FLUSHING CHAOS, TBI REHABILITATION, RELIGIOUS STUDIES, & TRAVEL. I'D TO RETURN TO ABANDONED BUSINESS & START WORKING MY ASS OFF, TO BRING IT BACK TO A DECENT ADMINISTRATION & COMPUTER DATA CONDITION & NOT TO MENTION THE MAINTENANCE IT REQUIRED. SO BAD, I TESTED BALO-BIG BROTHER: I STARTED DOING THINGS, LIKE CLEANING CUSTOMER COUNTER COMPUTER'S YEARS OF DATA GARBAGE. ONLY SO I CAN LAUGH ALL DAY TO MYSELF OUT-LOUD & IRRITATE BALO CAUSE NOW CUSTOMERS WERE COMING IN/OUT REAL QUICK!!! AND THEN I STARTED SWEEPING UNDER CUSTOMER FRONT COUNTER RUBBER MAT. THE DUST Fxxxxxx SAND STORM & HOLLY SHIT...CAN YOU BELIEVE IT BALO HAD SMILE EAR TO EAR. REALLY Fxxxxxx THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET BUSY FOR A MIRACLE HE PRAYED FOR YEARS...NOW CAME BACK!! GET THE Fxxx OUT OF HERE!! THEN WANTED ME TO FULLY ACTIVATE MAIN OFFICE--GIVING ME BACK 15-YEAR OLD FILES VOID, CANCELED OUT OF Fxxxxxx DATE 15-Fxxxxxx YEARS!! I Fxxxxxx CLOSED THE BUSINESS...YEAH LOSING ABOUT $100,000.00+++ DOLLARS YEARLY...HEY IT'S A Fxxxxxx HISTORICAL LANDMARK BANK & MOVIE LOCATION...YOU DO THE Fxxxxxx MATH!! AND SOLY VISIT ME AT THE BANK WITH 2-MILLION DOLLAR CEMENT MIXER: NOT A BABY ANY MORE, HELL NO! DRIVING AROUND 5-BOROUGHS WITH A Fxxxxxx 2-MILLION DOLLAR CONSTRUCTION CEMENT MIXER LIKE IT'S A Fxxxxxx SPORTS CAR!! SOLY SAID "HEY REY, I'M BUSY NOW BUT SOON I'LL DRIVE YOU AROUND TOWN"--WHILE I'M LOOKING UP AT THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING--BUT BALO CAN HANDLE IT!

THE Fxxxxxx NERVES!

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TO: THE SELENA GOMEZ Superstar

Exe-Producer*Songstress*Activist*Actress

GOOD MORNING*GOOD NIGHT

MY LOVE, DEEPEST IN MY HEART

GOOD MORNING MI CONTESSA

MY LOVE, DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

*****SG2 PRE-INTRODUCTION****

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

I HEREBY ASSIGN THE SELENA GOMEZ-Superstar AS MY LITERARY AGENT & FULL POWER OF ATTORNEY. TO REPRESENT, NEGOTIATE, AND CONTRACT ALL AND ANY OF MY WRITTEN WORK ON ALL SOCIAL MEDIAS AND OR ANY OUTSIDE SOURCE THAT MAY EXIST.

TODAY, I HEREBY COMMENCE AND AUTHORIZE THE SELENA GOMEZ-Superstar AS MY LITERARY AGENT.

ON THIS DAY

11/19/2019

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

The PHILOSOPHY of God, purity, righteousness, compassion, truthfulness, and forbearance-tolerance equates HAPPINESS in the BEGINNING. Thus, it's not about convincing to become orthodox or to become a follower, but to help men escape CONFUSION by the study of God's given tribulations via a religion-to find Happiness from The BEGINNING. If and when one religious philosophy can not give SPIRITUAL mental peace then, one must continue on the path in the search for enlightenment. Until one finds conformity that compliments with one's character. However, humanity is born fix with Character Flaw, in sin called made of flesh, thus death is absolute which is why we seek guidance, because of flesh of sin bears Confusion. This is generally the issues many are confused about. You must choose the maze religious choices in life. THENCE, how technical, simple, or how fast you find or get out of the maze of life is the religious quest, it is what we all seek-ending Confusion. Nevertheless, what puzzle parishioners is but a piece of the puzzle you fit in that compliments your BORN-FIX-CHARACTERISTIC-PHILOSOPHICAL views in religion. More so, is dependent where your family are settled, but PHILOSOPHY experiences is built, grows like branches on a tree, you can not have one without the other. However, to end confusion you must stand firmly rooted..the trunk of a tree...knots on a tree are tribulations to a way of life...choices, which is what you give your family...children's philosophical religious views. When the path or study of a philosophical religious life is but short then is only a one page story. Therefore, a boring tree made of no branches thus not worth looking at. God Will Agree Sometimes God Opens The Book Of Life And Is Disappointed. Forever, remember this, God's Philosophy, Path, Experiences, Branches Is The COSMOS, A TRUNK, and God's Experiences Never Ending. Expands More Branches Never Ending But Firmly Rooted, God's Knots Are You And I.

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c.2014 ST. JOHN'S UNIVERSITY STUDY CONDO ADDRESS:

MAIN ST. FLUSHING QUEENS NY 11355

c.1980 TO c.1999 LATE OLDER BROTHER-1999

JOSE' AGOSTO-Joe (Wife Josephine) SuperChef--Frequent--INTERNATIONAL & O'DEON RESTAURANT TRIBECA NY NY. UNDERGROUND MY PRIVATE ROMPER ROOM.

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PLEASE GRACIE DID SELENA PUNISH ME...PLEASE TELL ME?? PLEASE GRACIE, TELL YOUR SISTER I'M NOT SEEING, TEXTING, OR ANY RAPPORT WITH ANY OTHER WOMAN.

HEY WHERE'S MY KISS!! GOOD NIGHT CRUEL WORLD!

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

TO: MI CONTESSA

SELENA GOMEZ & DEAR GRACIE

MY 2-LOVES DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

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MY BEAUTIFUL GRACEFUL LEADING LADIES! MY LOVE, GRACIE & YOU GRACED THE FROZEN PREMIERE TWO SHOOTING STARS FALLING FROM HEAVEN STAR STRUCK-SENT LOVE & SAVIOR FROM UP ABOVE-MYSTERIOUS CAVE GLOWING UP SHOWING THE WAY-HOWLING WINDS PUSH BOTH IN BLIND & COLD & STILL SO BOLD-ENTERING A FROZEN CAVE SO WELL BEHAVED & BRAVE-SHIVERING IN DARKNESS PRAYING FOR LIGHT SLOWLY SEEING THE GLOW WAVING COME FOLLOW THE GLIMMERING LIGHT-BOTH OUR SIGHTS FELL UPON A CHAMBER MADE OF GOLD & FULL OF TREASURES BEYOND IMAGINE NOT EVEN THE TWILIGHT ZONE-FINDING REYL GUSTO ON A SLAB OF ICY COLD METEORITE SLOWLY APPROACHING & MORE FREEZING COLD LOOKING DOWN AT ICY BONES-EVERY STEP GRACIE & I TOOK BEGGED US TO STOP & QUIT THE MADNESS FEELING OLD MAN WINTER-A GLANCE ALL ICE MIRRORED UPON OUR TERRIFIED FIRST SIGHT- GRACIE & I AWED OF MY BEAUTIFUL FEATURES BEYOND COMPARISON-SKIN TONE APPEARING LIGHT REDDISH BROWN CLAY SHIMMERING GLITTER UPON OUR SECOND SIGHT- DRESSED IN THE FINEST THREADS & INCREDIBLE DETAILS DESIGN- UPON MY CHEST LARGE "G" CAN ONLY BE & MEAN 'G' FOR "GUSTO" ONE/ONLY GRACIE SILENTLY SAID-LOOKING UP TO THE AMAZED BLANKED FACE CONTESSA NO WORDS TO EXPRESS THEN ABRUPTLY SAID "YES REYL GUSTO CAN IT TRULY BE REALLY BE GUSTO-FINDING REYL GUSTO LEAST TO MENTION- THE CAVE FILLED CURIOSITIES & TREASURES AMAZING-ONE DETAIL GRACIE & I TRULY FOREVER REMEMBER TWO RINGS ON GUSTO'S FOREHEAD BRILLIANTLY DESIGNED & STRANGE RUBIES WE'VE NEVER SEEN.

FINDING ME LEAST TO MENTION

THE ONE/ONLY

THE REYL GUSTO

THE REYL McCOY-NO HATFIELDS-NO TOY

REY L. AGOSTO C.shl

aka..REYL GUSTO Ex-Classic DJ

FROZEN INSIDE INCASED IN A HUGE BLOCK OF ICY METEORITE. ALONG SIDE GLOWING SCROLLS & REDDISH & WHITE MANE & HAIRY HOOVES GALLANT HORSES. GARNISHED DIAMONDS PEARLS & JEWELS OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN AFTER A MILLENNIUM. STAR STRUCK!

CONTESSA: OMG, HEY GRACIE WAKE-UP!! GRACIE: WHAT HAPPENED? CONTESSA: YOU DAZED OUT FOR MINUTE OR SO GRACIE: I DID I DON'T KNOW WHY? CONTESSA: I DON'T KNOW NEITHER BUT WE BETTER VISIT THE DOCTOR SOON AND HERE'S YOUR STAR BUCKS COFFEE. JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT....SPARKLE OF PUMPKIN SPICE ORANGE & WITH GOMEZ & GUSTO REDDISH BROWN CREAM GRACIE: OH YEAH I REMEMBER I ORDERED THAT! HEY SELENA WHERE'S THE FREEZY ICY COLD SUGAR COATING & THE METEORITE-CHOCO-WAVE-GLIMMER-LIGHT CAKE & STRANGE RUBIES PIE & 2-RINGS ON FOREHEAD FRIES? CONTESSA: NO SUCH THING ON THE MENU WE IN STAR BUCKS GRACIE STOP PLAYING MAKING ME NERVOUS? GRACIE: YOU SURE THAT'S STRANGE. SELENA WHY DO I FEEL I'M IN A GLOWING CAVE & SO BRAVE TODAY? CONTESSA: OH YEAH WE DEFINITELY SEEING THE DOCTOR! GRACIE: SELENA WHERE DID WE PARKED THE HAIRY HOOVES GALLANT HORSES? CONTESSA: "O.K THAT'S IT" GRABBED GRACIE IN HER BOSSOM & DASHED OUT THE DOOR! "YOUR DOCTOR STARSTRUCK GOING TO GET A KICK OUT OF THIS ONE...FOR SURE!"

GOD BLESS-GOD THE PARENT.

REYLGUSTOGOMEZ_GRAMARVELOUISE

OMG..5:.05.AM! GOOD NIGHT GRACIE-CONTESSA.

2 DEEPEST IN MY HEART!

HI GRACIE, MI CONTESSA, 2-DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

I MISS POSTING YOU BOTH SO MUCH!

I'VE BEEN SO BUSY IN ROYAL FLUSHING QUEENS NY.

GOOD NIGHT GRACIE*CONTESSA DEEPEST IN MY HEART!LATER WATCHING NETFLIX. RELAX & CALM DOWN! LOLHA

GOOD NIGHT MI CONTESSA MY LOVE DEEPEST IN MY HEART.