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sturnsbabie · 20 days

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐎

FINALE: HAWAII

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which the little family goes to hawaii with their brothers and madi to celebrate madis birthday.

warnings: swearing, fluff, smuttt.

the twins are now six months old and we’re currently in hawaii with my brothers and madi for her birthday.

the past six months with my boys and nate have been the best six months ever. they’re growing so fast and getting so big.

everyday i kept falling more and more inlove with nate with how gentle and sweet he is with the boys.

nate being a dad made him ten times hotter and i wanted to give him ten more babies.

we had been in hawaii for a day now and tomorrow is madis birthday.

rightnow nate and i were currently getting ourselves and the twins ready to go to the beach with everyone.

nate had on some swimming trunks on that were orange with palm trees on them and the twins were matching him.

i had on a light blue bikini and i was looking at myself and my body in the mirror.

i was very self concious about my body after having the twins. i still had a bit of the baby weight on me and i now had stretchmarks.

i didnt mind the stretchmarks because it was a reminder of my boys being in my belly at one point.

nate came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me looking in the mirror as he kissed my shoulder.

“you look so beautiful princess.” he said causing me to smile.

“thank you i just dont see it anymore.” i said truthfully.

“well i think you do, you’re the most beautiful girl ive ever laid my eyes on and you look even more beautiful since you became a mom.” nate said.

.•°♡°•.

we all have been at the beach for a hour, i was tanning with nick and madi. the boys had the twins letting them put their little toes in the water and sand.

matt had leo as they sat by the ocean in the sand letting the water hit them. i could see leo giggling up a storm anytime the water hit him.

chris had owen in a baby carrier attached to his chest carrying him as they were walking around the beach.

it was so cute watching my brothers be uncles, they were so obsessed with their nephews. especially chris he was super attached to owen to the point when he was in la we would go visit them for a week and the boys would make trips back to boston more then they usually do.

nate was in the ocean for a bit as i kept watching him from where i was at when i wasnt keeping an eye on my brothers with the babies.

i was enjoying this trip with everyone. it was a much needed trip and the twins first vacation.

after a while of the beach we all decided to go back to the hotel and get ready to go out.

once we were all ready we all decided on going out to the little shops and exploring the island more.

chris insisted on matching with owen and having him in the baby carrier once again.

nate was carrying leo this time and i was walking with him as i looked up at chris and owen.

“chris are you gonna give me my baby back i havent had him alll day!” i said.

“no!hes mine!” chris pouted.

.•°♡°•.

it was now the next day and also madis birthday. the triplets had the twins because they said they wanted to spend some time with them so we let them have them.

nate and i were in the hotel room on the balcony just enjoying the view and the alone time we were currently getting.

i loved my twins so much but it was nice having a little moment alone with nate since we always have the twins constantly. not that im complaining because those are my babies.

i leaned my back against the balcony as i looked at nate who was in front of me. damn he looked so good.

“are you thinking what im thinking?” i asked nate as i giggled.

“what are ya thinkin?”nate asked as he got closer to me putting his hands on my hips.

“you wanna bend me over the balcony?” i giggled.

nate instantly smirked as he pulled me into a kiss that instantly turned into a handsy makeout session.

my hands were tangled in his hair as he was grabbing my ass as he slipped his tounge into my mouth as the kiss grew heated by the second.

i pulled away from the kiss getting down on my knees as nate looked at me biting his lip. i pulled down his swim trunks as his cock sprung up hitting his happy trail.

i took him into mouth starting to bob my head as i stroked him at the same time.

he let out a moan as he gripped my hair pushing my head as he started to thrust into my mouth. i had my hands on his hips for support.

“thats it baby just like that” he moaned as his thrusts started to speed up to a harsh pace making tears run down my cheeks from how far he was in my throat.

he suddenly pulled out pulling me up and bending me over the balcony he slid down my bikini bottoms and brushed his tip against my wet folds.

i gripped onto the railing as he slammed himself into me causing me to let out a loud moan.

he gripped my hips as he started pounding into me causing my eyes to roll as he slapped my ass.

“feels so fucking good” he said as he rutted his hips into mine causing me to clench around him at how deep he was going.

“aww gonna cum already baby?”he chuckled as he pulled out for a second making me whimper at the loss of contact.

he suddenly slammed himself back into me in a different angle causing him to be deeper inside of me.

i was a moaning mess gripping onto the railing not caring how loud i was being or who could hear.

“g-gonna cum!” i moaned out as i felt my orgasm growing closer and closer.

nate started to speed his pace up as he was now hitting my cervix. “cum for me princess cum all over my cock.” nate said.

with that i felt myself cum all over him coating his cock with my cum letting out a loud moan of his name.

he fucked me thru my high as i felt him start to twitch inside of me.

“please cum inside me baby” i moaned.

“yeah want me to fuck my baby deep inside of you princess?” nate said.

“please wanna be filled”i moaned.

and with that i felt nate shoot his seed deep inside of me filling me up.

he slowly pulled out as he watched the mixture of our cum drip out. he carefully took his finger shoving his cum back inside of me.

he pulled my swim suit bottoms back up on me and turned around kissing me softly.

“lets go see what everyone is up to yeah?” he said.

i nodded and he pulled his shorts back up and we walked back into the hotel room.

i threw on one of nates shirts and we headed down to the pool where everyone was at.

“i do NOT want to know what you two just did” nick said and i laughed.

“sorry madi we may or may not have just made a baby on your birthday!” nate said.

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issdisgrace · 12 days

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IT'S KINDA A LONG STORY

WARNINGS: None

A/N: This takes place in 2017, character is 28.

“You know you’ve been with us for 6 months and I don’t think you proper told us about how you started hunting.” Sam says, closing his computer.

“Well, my grandpa was a hunter, so my father became a hunter. Then I decided to continue the family tradition and become a hunter.”

“Cool. How was your childhood? Mine and Sammy’s were fucked, to say the least? Went long periods in hotels. I had to steal food and a bunch of other shit.” Dean says.

“It was a mixed bag. It’s kinda a long story.” I say, sitting up on the bed.

“We have time.” Sam says.

“Alright, strap in, I guess. As you guys know, I was born in ‘89. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 16 and.

"Had me a month after she turned 17 on my dad’s 17th birthday. My mom came from a very religious family, like super religious, and her getting pregnant with me got her kicked out. My grandma and grandpa let my mom move in. From what I heard, those months were good. My dad was working while trying to finish school while my mom dropped out of school. Mom helped grandma and grandpa with the stuff around the house. When my mom was 8 months and on some odd days with me, she went into labor. She was rushed to the hospital in the town over and had me around 11:45 pm. There were a couple of problems with me since I was premature, but the doctor got everything under control and after a week, I was able to go home.

Anyway, when I was 2, my mom and dad got married. My first memory was Christmas ‘94. I remember opening a fairy princess set. It was nice at the time, but looking back now, it was very cheaply made. But fast forward to my 8th birthday, 97. I remember we had dinner and my father unwrapped his presents first, being older than I got to open mine. I had got nothing but dresses. I remember I broke out crying then when my mom and dad tried to comfort me I yelled that I didn’t want to be a girl, then ran upstairs and hid in my room. A couple of minutes later, my dad came up and entered my room. He just sat on the bed and talked to me while I was hide telling me that there wasn’t nothing wrong with wanting to be a boy and if I wanted to I could. I crawled out from underneath my bed and sat with him. He held me as I cried and we talked. It started with, is this how you really feel? How long have you been feeling this way? Would it make me happier to be a boy? I told him, It was about 6 when I realized didn’t want to be a girl, that I hated the long hair and dresses, and didn’t like my given name. We talked until it was time for me to go to bed. My dad tucked me in and stayed with me until I feel asleep. I must have been asleep no longer than a half an hour when I was woken up by yelling from downstairs. I could hear my mom yelling at my dad, saying I can’t just be a boy and that it’s just a phase. I remember hearing my dad tell her, so what if it is I have to figure out who I am and who I want to be? I just layed their crying while listening to the yelling and ended up crying myself asleep.

The next day, things were tense, to say the least that I can remember. My grandma and grandpa talked to me after the very tense breakfast and asked if I wanted to go by something else. At that time, I didn’t know. They suggest names, even pulled out baby name books, and we looked through them. But I didn’t find a name that I liked so they were suggesting different names off the top of their head and I decide on Y/n after my mom’s brother, my uncle who is most definitely the funnest coolest person I have ever known. I remember the first time he came to visit after I came out and by then I had gotten my hair cut and a new wardrobe. I had told him that I was a boy and that my new name was Y/n. He was super chill about the absolute opposite of my mother, despite coming from the same background. And their one out he called me his mini me.

So fast forward to 99 I’m 10. My mom decide to get me nail polish and make up for my birthday. I was first upset, but that black nail polish called me and I painted them. They looked pretty good, and it made me feel masculine. After I was done with my nails and they were tried and I went downstairs to show my grandma and grandpa. They were in the living room and so was my mom. I show them and my mother butted in by asking if I was finally done with this phase and finally being a girl. I was so upset. I just ran out of the house. I ran into the woods and climbed a top of tree. I was close enough to the house that I could hear my grandparents and mother getting into a screaming match. They yelled at her for 30 minutes, then they came out to find me, but I stayed silent while I cried and they didn’t find me. They looked for another half an hour for me before my father came home from his hunt he left on a couple day prior. They rushed to meet him in the driveway and they told my father what had happened.

And then there comes my mom came out of the house to yell about the whole thing again, saying that she wasn’t going to feed into the delusion and that I needed to start acting like a girl. Shit escalated and my dad yelled that he wanted a divorce and to get the fuck out of the house by morning. Then when things died down, my dad came and found me and I climbed down from the tree and he tried to comfort me. But i just kept crying and eventually I tired myself out and fell asleep. He carried me in and I woke up in my bed the next morning hearing loud crying coming from my mom. She tried to guilt trip and have my dad take her back. But it failed and eventually my uncle arrived and got my mom and her stuff and then she wasn’t in my life. Which in all this my uncle stood beside us, but he did help my mom because of the whole family thing. Anyway, my mom wasn’t completely out of my life. She would leave letters in the mailbox condemning me every couple of weeks.

So then fast forward to when I was 14. I was home alone. When I heard a car pull up. I went downstairs and opened the door and here comes my mom and her boyfriend. I knew something was wrong and quickly closed and locked the door. They started banging on the door and my mom was yelling how she could fix and that I didn’t have to pretend anymore. I called the police and hid in my closet. Listening to the banging. After a couple minutes, I hear two cruisers pull, then a commotion. Then eventually the commotion was over and I heard my name called out by the cop saying it was safe. I realized it was my friends Chris’ dad, John.

I got out of hiding and went downstair and the front door was totaled. It was on the verge of breaking. So I go outside they got my mom and her boyfriend in separate cruiser. John and the other officer, Charlie, made sure I was ok. They got another cop to come out and take my mom from John’s cruiser so John could stay with me. He did, and eventually my dad and grandparents showed up. We pressed charges, they both ended up getting 4 years. And that is the last thing I know about the whereabout of my mom. After that whole situation, my dad and grandpa taught me self defiance, which turned into teaching me how to hunt.

Then when I was about 18, my grandparents go into a pile up caused by a drunk driver and died. It was really tough around then and I threw myself into my shitty waiter job at the local diner. Made decent money and got good tips. With the saved money, I got myself a car with my dad’s help and started traveling, doing hunts. Stayed in contact with dad through this time and still do. He ended up getting close to John after his wife divorced him and they fell for each other. They got married last year, which I attended their wedding, then I took a break from hunting. Then a couple of months ago I started back up my. band, that’s when I met you guys and here we are.”

“Damn sorry about the whole transphobic mom and grandparents thing.” Sam says.

“Eh, I got over it.”

“Pretty hard stuff to get over,” Dean adds in.

“Yeah, I went to a lot of therapy to get myself to this point.”

“Glad it went well for you. Therapists can be tricky. Some help and some don’t.” Sam said.

“I got paired with a pretty good one. Anyway, don’t mean to switch topics, but how does food sound to you guys because all that talking got me hungry?”

“Yes, I love the way you think.” Dean says.

“There’s a diner just down the road we can go there.” Sam says.

“Sounds good to me.”

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rosesvioletshardy · 1 year

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cowboys need love too - r.a.

authors note: okay so i had this idea at work and decided to go with it or else i'll regret it

i legit cried while writing this so i hope you all like it this is my first time writing again since october

masterlist

rhett masterlist

warnings: mention of injuries, trauma, post partum depression, pregnancy, kids, angst (i guess) but mainly fluff, some suggestive stuff but just a little at the end

no use of y/n, but she / her pronouns are used

# of words: 2,088

*italics are flashbacks*

Silence.

That’s all Rhett heard when he woke up. There wasn’t a sound to be heard in his room. Something he still wasn’t used to since moving from Wabang to Cheyenne.

He was used to hearing the voice of his mother calling him and everyone else for breakfast in the morning, his father’s anger while talking on the phone or informing his wife about what was in the newspaper that he didn’t like.

Looking around, he could see the sun peeking out from the curtains and the other side of his bed empty before getting out and seeing the two cribs empty as well. If he would’ve told his 15 year old self that he would be married to the love of his life with twin daughters, he wouldn’t have believed him. Even now at almost 29 years old he still couldn’t believe it. After everything that happened with the Tillerson’s, all charges against were dropped and he decided he needed to renew his life while he still could. He remembers the day he told you he wanted to marry you and leave after finishing a ride. As much as he loved his family, he knew that it would be best for him to not be caught up in any mess in Wabang.

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“What did you just say?” you questioned, making sure you heard him say what he said

“Marry me.” he let out once more.

“I know this is all of a sudden and I don’t exactly have ring yet but-” he tried to finish before you interrupted him

“Yes” you responded while smiling before he let out a sigh of relief, pulling you in to kiss him

“And I don’t care if you don’t have a ring, I don’t need one to prove you’re mine forever” you told him as you pulled away to hug him, making sure you were careful of his shoulder after he injured it again. He laughed because he already knew he was going to get you the ring that you deserved.

“Wait, but what about your family? I don’t want them to think it’s because of me” you mentioned as he shook his head

“They knew for a while now, especially with everything, that I wanted to leave but never had a reason too until you came along. From the moment we met, I told my mom that I was going to marry you and that I was going to move out. Looking back at it now, I’m glad that 17 year old me was that delusional and that it came true” he laughed out, his hand caressing the side of your face and wiping away a tear that had fallen

“What happened to my strong cowboy who was scared to admit that he was in love with me after our first date?” you joked making him laugh

“Well, he got some sense knocked into him after getting thrown off a few bulls and hit upside the head by his older brother.” he smiled

“And don’t worry about Amy," he stated, already reading your mind

"I know she’s going to miss us that’s why I promised her that we’ll visit from time to time and that her favorite aunt will get to have a girl’s day with her” he added on knowing how much Amy loved you, even more than her uncle Rhett (which he won’t admit hurt him a little but he’s glad she has someone to look up to with her mother still missing)

“Well then, what are you waiting for cowboy? Let’s get hitched” you said, taking his hat on his head and placed it on top of yours making him groan

“You’re going to be the death of me woman, and if that’s the case, I hope I die a happy man” making you laugh as you pulled his (good) arm and heading back to his truck

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Snapping out of his memories, he got out of bed, stretching and taking a moment to himself before heading downstairs to find you and your daughters. He was still in shock that he was a father. Just like marrying you, he didn’t think that it would happen. The three positive pregnancy tests in your hand as you left the bathroom smiling with tears in your eyes, making him smile uncontrollably as the two of you hugged each other. He never admitted to you that he was terrified about being a father, let alone to twins, but with reassurance and talks with a therapist, he was ready. You knew that he was scared, had trauma from growing up and realized, even though his father loved him, he didn’t want to end up like Royal and put his kids through the same thing. As soon as he moved out, he started to see a therapist as much as he could and he never regretted it. He wanted his daughters, and even his future kids, to know that he loves them and wants them to be open to him about anything.

The two of you had a great support system throughout the entire 9 months. Perry finding any of Amy’s old baby clothes and giving it to you, Royal making matching cribs for them, Cecilia offering any form of support from tips on morning sickness to being with you whenever Rhett had a rodeo and making sure you didn’t do anything that Rhett didn’t want you to do and helped you through a tough delivery.

“Look who’s finally awake” he heard a voice he recognized as his wife’s, as he turned around to see you, still wearing his shirt, carrying your 6 month old twins.

“There are my 3 beautiful girls” he smiled as walked over to give each of the twins a kiss on the head, before kissing you on the lips a little longer before being interrupted by the oldest twin whining for his attention making you two laugh.

“Okay my fussy girl, here we go” he spoke, voice still laced with sleep and his usual western voice, taking her out of your left arm and blowing a raspberry on her open neck causing her to laugh and him smile. Other than your voice and the sounds you make, both of his daughter's laughter was one of his favorite things in the world.

“Both of them have been changed and fed and we were just letting you get some rest knowing that you’ve been doing so much recently” you told him as you both walked downstairs

“Darlin’ you didn’t have to. Remember, we’re a team and we do everything together” he said while taking your hand into his, a perfect fit he always thought

“Baby,” you started as you both set the girls down in their play pens as you went to turn the coffee on for him

“You just got back from a week long rodeo-”

“Last week I came back” he added as you gave him a look, letting you to continue

“I can tell your shoulder has been bothering you and that back hurts as well. Just because we’ve been together for years now, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about everything. I know usually after a bad rodeo, your left shoulder tends to hurt a bit when you hold one of the girls and you’ll switch arms after a couple of minutes just like you did not too long ago.” you mentioned, knowing that you were right

“You deserve to rest. After they were born, you did so much for me. You went out of your way to make sure I still felt like the woman you fell in love with before they came along and were reassuring me about everything, even during the 9 months, from the moment we found out. You were always getting up in the middle of the night for my weird cravings and were still making sure I was eating right. You canceled anything you had to do just so you could come to the ultrasound appointments. Your mom told me that you would listen to their heartbeats from a voice memo before you went to sleep when your dad needed help with the pasture for the weekend to ease your anxiety knowing you were only 2 hours away and that I was safe. You keep different pictures of us everywhere; one in your vest when you ride, one in your sun visor in your truck, one in your hat, and a whole album in your phone dedicated to from the moment we found out to now. You were always lifting my bump to ease the pressure off of me and made sure I was on bed rest. ”

at this point, rhett could feel everything he was holding in about to let go, but letting you continue before he crashed

“When my postpartum depression was at its worst, you spoke with my doctor and made sure I was consistently loved and that everything wasn’t going to be perfect all the time” you said, your hand reaching up to wipe away a tear that escaped his eye

“You stayed home with them and reassured me everything was alright the first time I went back to work and gave me updates all the time about everything.” you smiled

“You make me calm when my anxiety gets bad every time we’re away from them, telling me that they’re safe and with people we trust the most.”

“Rhett James Abbott, you are the best father in the world and you need to know that it’s okay to want to be loved too. You need to be taken care of too. Not just me, not just the girls, but you too. I can see it in your eyes and the way you push off everything to make sure we’re rested and taken care of, but you need to realize that you need rest too.” you finished.

“Do you remember the first thing you told your mom after you met me?” you asked him and he nodded knowing that his mother told her months into their relationship

“You told her, “I met this girl and ‘m going to marry this girl. She’s way out of my league, but she makes me feel like I'm cloud nine and ’m going to marry her someday” and how Perry laughed at you for knowing he was in the same position before.” you said making him chuckle and nod

“That’s how I feel. How I still feel. I feel calm and safe. From the moment we wake up, to the moment we sleep. You’re my safe place, you make me feel so loved. You remember all the little details about me that I’m sure people would’ve forgotten after I’ve told them. You make feel like I falling in love with you all over again”

At this point Rhett couldn’t hold back his tears any longer and let them out. You let him cry into your neck, not even caring about the mess. He had never felt this much relief in his life, not even when he talked to his therapist. He knew he was never a bad person, even back in Wabang when he’d get arrested for bar fights or peeing on a cops car. He felt like all the weight that he’s been carrying on his shoulders, had been lifted off of him.

Pulling away, you wiped his tears away before kissing him, tasting the small remains of his salty tears.

“There’s the handsome cowboy I fell in love with” you whispered, pushing his hair behind his ears

“I love you and the girls so much.” he whispered before giving you a small peck on the head

“Thank you for everything. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me. And I didn’t even realize how much I’d been holding back--” “It’s okay baby.”

“Whatever you have planned for today, cancel it. I just wanna be with you and the girls.” he said looking over at them smiling and cooing at each other as if they’re talking and playing with the toys with them before giving you a kiss on the lips

That’s exactly what you did, you both put your phones on do not disturb and took the girls and your dog, dusty, out for a walk, obviously you putting on pants and him a shirt on. Taking advantage of the nice weather that was displayed currently in Cheyenne before ending the night with the girls in bed and him taking you to bed and showing you how much he loves you.

#i'm sorry if this sucked #i haven't written in a while #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott #lewis pullman

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aly-corner · 7 months

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PKNA/Ducktale 2017 Halloween Tale

Ghost of the past are always catching up on Halloween

Like every kids on this time if years, the Duck/Mcduck's children and their friends were preparing for Halloween.

It would be the third Halloween since Della Duck came back and she wanted to introduce one of her favorite Duck's Halloween tradition. She wanted and she did it, she had introduced to her children since they were now old enough (13 years old), THE WHEEL.

Do not worry, it was just a regular wheel but it has a lots of theme and where the wheel stops is which halloween's theme will be picked this year. There was over 20 of them, coming from horrible creatures to celebrities while getting an halt to aliments.

This year, Della wanted her boys to have time to prepare their costumes so the family had decided to turn to wheel two weeks before the famous night.

"Guyyyyyssssssss, do we really have to do this!????" asked a duckling wearing a green jacket or to be more specific, Louie Duck the last triplet. Who was currently being dragged by his blue counterpart, Dewey Duck and pushed by the oldest triplet, Huey Duck at the same time.

"Come on Louie, it is going to be fun! And don't y-"began to say Huey to his younger brother before the middle child chirped in.

"And don't you want to have a good moment with mom. She really seems excited to shows us? And beside, what could go wrong?!!!"

"First, do not say something like that, you know Uncle Donald is visiting later today and we don't want his bad luck to worsen. Two, please Dewey, it is only respectful to not cut someone when they are talking. And Third, Louie, don't you want to know more about mom and Uncle Donald's childhood?" exclaim Huey before finally arriving in the kitchen, where everyone were already settled.

Upon seeing the kids arrived, Della didn't lost any time and slammed the wheel as hard as she could, getting the object of doom to spin at an incredible speed.

While the wheel was spinning, everyone was beting which theme would be chosen. Scrooge bet on historical characters, Mrs Beakley and Duckworth both bet on regular animals while Webby hoped and bet for mystical creatures. Lauchpad chose fictionnal character when Fenton bet on robots and aliens. Finally, Della bet on objects or foods while her lucky cousin, Gladstone bet on superheroes. HDL didn't mind any of the theme, except Huey who didn't wanted to dress as a superhero again since he did three years ago.

When it ceased, the room was filled by desception noises except for one person.

Gladstone as usual was the luckiest duck on earth because the theme chosen by fate for this Halloween was Superheroes.

Even with her sour feelings caused by her lost, Della quickly took her kid and began preparing the costumes with them while she also calmed down an upset red duckling.

"Come on Brother, don't worry, didn't you say it would be fun? On top "What could go wrong" like Dewford here presents said?" whispered Louie to his older brother who calmed down in an hearthbeat.

Della was about to question her kids about what was being said when she saw her youngest and trickiest son heading upstairs with determination and pure mischielf in his eyes.

Gulping and turning her attention to her two other children to help them. She couldn't stop worrying over the fact about What was planning Louie! because this child here had an idea and was determined to bring it to life. However, would this be good or something she would regret?

Nevermind, she already regret introducing the wheel to the boys, this is what she conclued even she saw the biggest smirk on the loving gold child.

2 weeks later

Donald has entered the mansion with the help of Webby since his arms were full of Halloween pastry for everyone. He then headed to the decorated kitchen to help with tonight dinner. His help didn't last long between Grandma Duck, his cousin and his sister questions and Fethry who was tasting everything like a little child would.

"Yes Grandma, i am eating my vegetables and -No Gladstone, i can't come with you to saturday baseball match, i have work to do. And for the 23rd time, Della i won't help you scare young children wit-" quickly answered the sailor Duck before he was interrupted by Four young voices calling out to him.

Setting aside what he was doing, he rushed to the main area, where he could go upstairs to help the kids but upon arriving he saw Dewey rushing the stairs before throwing a smokebomb in front of him.

"I am the Terror that flaps in the night, i am the best Superhero to have ever existed, I AM DARKWING DUCK!!!!!" shouted Dewey in a kindway like Batman pose.

Following soon, almost instandly, came Huey who glided down the stairs with a soft metal costume of Gizmoduck, minus the weapons and the single wheel.

"Fear not citizen, I Gizmoduck , an actual hero, will come to your help!!!!!" proudly shouted, as much as his brother ,Huey.

Before Donald could say something, a thrid voice joined the Duo. "Everyone keep calm, everything will be okay because your lucky hero has come to save the Day!" yelled Webby from behind Donald.

Upon taking his breath from the little scare, the little girl gave him, Donald eyed the new Superhero better, she was wearing a green, blue and yellow suits with huge trefoil.

"Cloverleaf, i see, good pick Webby." said Donald behind a kind ssmile before all the lights were suddently cut.

Getting the girl behind him, he got in his fighting stance like the rest of the family because even if he coudn't see, he could feel someone lurking in the shadow, someone small and bad at it. Believe him, he knows what he is talking about.

However, before he could say something, he felt Webby being pulled from him and heard some groans.

Then suddently, the lights were on and was he was seeing let him speechless.

There in front of him, laid the Hewey, Dewey and Weddy tight together in a rope and behind them was none other than Louie Duck.

"You call that superhero? WOW! The level is low nowadays. You can't even defend yourself. And i know what i am talking about because i am Duckburg's first vigilante and earth greatest superhro. Now, shall we get a little Diabolical?"

Louie Duck who was wearing a perfect replica of one of his identity, PK or Duck Avenger.

END.

Happy Halloween!!!! Have a good day/night. Hope you like it.

PS: if it wasn't clear, Louie cut the lights and tied his brother and Webby. He did that to show that PK was moving in the shadow, discret, fast and efficient. He just wanted to prove that Paperinik was the best superhero. And i agree with him, everyone who thinks so too, repost please!!!!

#pkna #duck avenger #my au #paperinik #aly's idea #aly's fanfiction #halloween #darkwing duck #dt 17 #ducktales #donald duck #louie duck #huey duck #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #cloverleaf #PK is the best #gizmoduck

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boltupbitches · 5 months

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Cheers to Us - Justin Herbert

Part 3 of the Layla Herbert series

Part 1 - One Day at a Time

Part 2 - Today's the Day

“Oh my god.” Justin groaned in exasperation.

“It’s honestly fine, babe. She’s ok!” Alex adjusted his collar, careful not to bump his cast.

Alex was helping Justin get ready as his younger brother kept Layla preoccupied. The two-month-old had started crying when she saw her favorite uncle. He had shaven his mustache off the day before and Layla, although just two months old, was not feeling it at all and cried at the sight of him when he came over to pick her up.

“He’s going to give her nightmares,” Justin grumbled. “I told him she’d notice, but he’s an idiot and said she wouldn’t. I know our daughter, Alex.”

Alex rolled her eyes and sighed at her husband’s ire. “Alright, go, go, go. You’re done.”

Justin wasted no time rushing back into his living room to rescue his fussy daughter from her mustache-less uncle.

“She was fine with me!” Patrick protested as his brother scooped Layla up with one hand. “That’s seriously dangerous, Justin. What if you dropped her?”

“You were making her cry with your face. I am adept at holding my daughter.”

“Says the dude with only one arm currently in use. You probably can’t even wipe your ass without Alex helping you.”

Justin went to retort, but he was interrupted by the loud. “Alright, that’s enough!” Called from the doorway.

Both brothers looked towards the doorway to see their mother and the rest of the family. They had just arrived and were invited in by Alex. After hearing her sons bicker, Holly wasted no time to break it up.

“Arguing in front of a baby? You two are so childish!” She admonished, walking forward to scoop her clueless granddaughter out of her older son’s hold. “They are so silly, aren’t they Miss Layla? Just the silliest. Grandma is here now though. I’ll keep them in line.” She stopped cooing at her granddaughter to give her sons a warning look.

Their dad came over to greet them and laughed at the pouting look on Justin’s face. “You aren’t seeing that baby for the next two days, son. All she’s talked about the last two weeks was seeing Layla again.” He gazed over at his wife as she showed off the beautiful tree Alex decorated to an enraptured Layla, who stared at the bulbs in wonderment as her grandma pointed out the beautiful colors.

Justin’s eyes shifted to his girlfriend speaking to Mitch and his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the deep red dress she was wearing. Her hair was pinned to one side, her hair beautifully curled. The red lipstick she wore caught his attention and he stared in a brief trance at her lips as she continued speaking animatedly to his older brother and sister-in-law.

He didn’t realize that he had walked off from his amused father who wasn’t even hiding his knowing grin. Patrick just rolled his eyes at his lovestruck brother, focusing his attention back on his niece in hopes of winning her over by the end of the night. She’d get over the lack of mustache, Patrick was certain of that.

Justin found himself standing just behind his girlfriend when he decided to wrap his good arm around her and startle her, smirking at her squeal of shock.

“I was about to ruin your surprise there,” Mitch smirked. “But I figured you’d pout some more if I did so. Mom already got you doing that enough with her hogging Layla.”

“Yeah don’t remind me. We don’t even exist anymore since her first grandkid entered the world. I gotta compete with her to hold my daughter when she’s in town visiting.” Justin complained.

“It takes a village to raise a child,” Alex mused, finding humor in her boyfriend’s jealousy. “She doesn’t get to see her all the time. She just loves her granddaughter.”

“She FaceTimes us every day to talk to Layla. She probably has that rental out front loaded with gifts too.”

“She does,” Mitch chuckled. “She came well-prepared. It’s the reason we needed two rental cars.”

“Oh god.” Justin looked over at his parents and younger brother. “Well, I suppose we get off diaper duty tonight?” He turned to Alex, leaning down to peck her lips. “Maybe we can have a night of full sleep too.” ‘And a little something else as well.’ He thought as he peeked down at his girlfriend’s cleavage.

She blushed and smacked his arm, both ignoring the gag Mitch made and his wife laughing at him for being so dramatic. “Behave.”

“I always am.” He smirked. “That’s how Layla got here after all.” He mused as his girlfriend quickly walked off to the kitchen to check on the food, his sister-in-law following after as she reached out to punch Justin’s shoulder with a “calm it down there, tiger.”

“Sooo.” Mitch started talking, “You guys are official now?”

“We are,” Justin confirmed as he took in the sight of his living room decked out and festive for the holidays. All thanks to Alex’s good taste. “We became official a month ago, but we’ve been taking our time and keeping it between us.”

Mitch nodded. “I’m glad you guys worked it out. You almost missed out on a great girl, Justin.”

Justin agreed to that without hesitation. “I’m just glad she was willing to give me another chance. It’s been amazing.”

He took in the sight of his fussy daughter, who was wearing a cute sweater dress. She was the best gift he’d ever received. Not even being drafted in the NFL compared to the feeling of being Layla Herbert’s father. The more he stared at his daughter, the more he felt his heart warm with feelings of love and happiness.

He couldn’t wait for what the New Year would hold for his little family. He was excited to see Layla reach her milestones as she grew and with it, he’d hope that his and Alex’s relationship would continue to strengthen.

The ring he kept locked away in a small safe under his bed was waiting for its time to shine. He just hoped 2024 would be the year he’d get to break it out.

“Say, ‘come here, papa.’” Holly had her granddaughter focus on her dad. “Say, ‘papa, papa, papa.’”

Layla stared at her grandma in confusion, causing Patrick to snicker, and instead reached for her dad and let out a loud “ahhhh,” with a grabby hand towards her dad.

Justin immediately went over to her. “Why are you so fussy, Laylay?” He reached for her with one arm, using his cast-covered hand to support her bum and his other hand to hold her head against his chest as his daughter quieted down. “She’s been fussy all day.” He told his mom, who was staring at him with teary eyes. “She was just getting over an ear infection.”

“Oh Justin,” His mom cooed. “I still can’t believe this is real. Just look at her. She’s so precious. You and Alex made the most beautiful baby. I swear.” She wiped her eyes, trying not to get too emotional.

“Wait - what if I have kids someday? Won’t they be beautiful?” Patrick protested.

“They will be,” Justin said. “Just not as beautiful as mine.”

“She’s only beautiful because of her mom. It’s definitely not because of your ass.” Patrick sneered, yelping when his mom pinched his arm. “Oww!”

“Don’t be mean, Patrick! Your brother is not ugly.”

Justin smiled at his brother behind his mom’s back. “Well, Alex is beautiful and so is Layla. Can’t deny that.”

Before anyone could say anything else. Alex had called them in the dining room for dinner. Mitch had joined her and his wife in setting the table.

As Justin was walking in with Layla, Alex stopped him to ask for Layla. “Why don’t you eat first? And I can bottle feed her.”

“I was going to breastfeed her in the kitchen,” Alex said.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ll bottle-feed her from the milk you stored in the fridge. You eat and enjoy dinner with everyone. My mom will end up abandoning us anyway to come see Layla in the kitchen if you stay in here.”

Alex nodded at that, knowing he was right. “Ok. Let’s go eat then. Go get settled and I’ll get her bottle warmed up for you.”

Justin nodded and smiled at his wife. “I love you.”

She smiled back shyly, “I love you too.”

They stood there for a few moments until Layla fussed again and started pulling at Justin’s shirt, mouthing against the material. “Ok, ok,” He soothed her, reaching for her binky that was clipped to her dress. “We’re getting it, Ms. Fussy.”

Layla suckled on her binky, staring up at her dad with scrunched eyebrows, showing her displeasure with him.

“You look just like your mom when you make that face.” He mused at his daughter as he walked into the chaotic dining room and took a seat. “But I wouldn’t have it any differently.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Justin’s mom and dad gripped each other’s hands, looking at each other with knowing looks as Alex returned to the table with a bottle for Justin.

What was once fear of the unknown for their son had blossomed into excitement and adoration for his situation. Layla was a blessing. They were sure of that. She gave Justin so much happiness and fulfillment in life outside of football. Alex, his girlfriend, was a wonderful woman as well. They had hoped someday to call her their daughter-in-law.

2023 was a year of trials and tribulations for their son. Yet, by the end of the year, he was given one of the greatest gifts of all. A daughter to love and raise.

“Cheers to Layla.” Mark said suddenly, lifting his glass, “Cheers to Christmas. To our family. And to a Prosperous New Year.”

“Cheers!” The rest of the table echoes.

“Cheers to Layla.” Justin cooed to his daughter who smiled around the nipple of the bottle.

Justin smiled at his girlfriend who smiled back at him. “Cheers to us,” He said quietly.

Alex lifted her glass of sparkling grape juice to him with a smile. “Cheers to us.” She agreed.

#justin herbert fanfiction #justin herbert fanfic #justin herber imagines #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert one shot #justin herbert one shots

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foxchild-v · 2 years

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A request where Chris and his wife, reader brings their kids to the lightyear animation movie! Pleae

That one was hard because normally I'm all about the drama and stuff but oooh yes that is just too cute. I hope you like it ❤ thank you very much 💋

Cinema familytime

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: just some tiping mistakes and cuteness overload

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"Mom, are you ready? Dad's waiting outside in the car." Your 10-year-old daughter peeked her head inside the door as you help your younger son, Eric, lace up his shoes. "Yeah, I am coming. Would you mind helping Rose putting on her jacket, honey?"

The Evans household was a mess right now but you loved your chaotic family. Going out with your daughter AND the 6 year old twins was rare. But since Chris' new movie came out a week ago, you decided to take a little family trip to the cinema.

After some time you managed to bring all of your kids outside and put the twins into their carseats. Chris smiled apologetic at you. "Sorry, babe, I would have helped you but you know Scott. He talks a little bit too much sometimes." - "It's okay. Miriam was a big help." He visited his brother as he agreed to babysit your youngest kid, Thea, while you were getting ready. She just turned two so sadly she could not join you. If it wasn't for your first daughter, you wouldn't have managed to be ready in time.

You arrived at the cinema just in time for the movie to start. You chuckled slightly when Eric realized which one you were watching. "You did not tell him?" You asked Chris. He shook his head and bent to you. "How could I? Imagine his reaction when he hears my voice." His smile was radiant.

You could fall in love with this man over and over again. Your big family was evidence enough that you two could not let your hands from one another.

Miriam tried to calm the twins when they heard Buzz for the first time. "Daddy, it's you!" They exclaimed in unison. Squeaky voices filled the room and you blushed.

How could you forget the excitement Eric would feel when he hears his beloved Daddy voicing his favorite character. You tried to shush him a little bit. "Baby please you have to be quiet." You could not help but laugh when the whole audience ahwed.

"He is just like you, Chris. Can't be tamed." - "I guess I have to try. Hey, bub, wanna sit next to me?" - "Yeaaah" - "Me to!" Rose chimed in. Your husbands chest expanded as he tried to hold back laughter. "Of course, sweety, but you two have to be very quiet, okay?" The twins made a zip motion at their little mouths and you changed places. Silently you apologized to the people sitting behind you.

Every now and then you and Chris had to remind your kids to stay quiet for a little longer. As you left the cinema, the kids were not to be stopped and attacked Chris with questions over questions.

He answered every one patiently. "I wanna be an actor too, when I am older." Miriam told her uncle as you stopped at his place to pick up Thea. "That's good to know. Your Dad and I will help you, princess" Scott stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

When you arrived at your house, Miriam took Rose and Eric by their little hands and helped them to get ready for bed. Dodger hot on their heels. "She is an absolute angel, exactly like her mother. Come on now, I will tuck Thea into bed and then I'll join you. A glass of wine before we go to bed too?" Chris took your baby from your arms and you made your way into the kitchen.

You settled down in your cozy chair in your backyard and listened to the voices inside. Smiling fondly you thanked the heavens for your live. You were blessed with an amazing husband, wonderful kids and a dog one can dream of.

You were lost in your thoughts when Chris' hands suddenly started to massage your shoulders. A small moan of comfort escaped your lips.

"Now now, Mrs. Evans, I have just started and you are allready finishing?" He teased. Looking deep into his eyes you sighted. " you are an amazing father. Did I ever tell you, how happy you make me, Chris?" - "Not that I can remember." You slapped his hands laughing. "Liar!"

"Sorry. But did I ever tell you, how happy YOU make ME? Did I ever thank you for everything you gave me?" - "No, I guess you have to now." - "Fair. Thank you, Y/N Evans. For everything you do and for staying who you are and by my side. I love you." - "I love you, too!"

"So what would you think of baby number 5?" He smiled at you, cheeky as allways. "Chris!" Your eyes widened at the thought of that but your body betrayed you as you locked lips with him passionatly.

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Thank you again, anon. I hope you guys liked it ❤

#chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #husband!chris #reader insert

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dream - Chapter Twenty One.

Huge thanks to everyone for their continued support :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 3,294

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Hello, Keri, my love! I am so sorry, a thousand apologies for calling you on a Saturday morning when I know you’ve likely been out last night getting very, very drunk!”

Those warm tones of a mostly Indian accent, punctuated every so often with little American twangs, were the last she expected to hear at 10am that morning, getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom so as not to wake Angel.

“Uncle Sunni!” she gushed excitedly, softly clicking the door shut and closing the toilet lid to take a seat.

“The one and only!” he chirped, Keri grinning widely. She swore, for every year that she’d known him, his accent had gotten stronger for returning to his parent’s homeland. “How are you, darling?”

“I’m really good! How are you and aunt Bee? And my cousins?”

“We are all very well, thank you for asking. Saanvi has decided she is a Miley Cyrus girl now, so this is all we have playing in the house, Sita is doing well with her dance classes, and Sanjay is awful. Please come and take him away!” His joke about their youngest had her in soft fits, Sunni continuing. “Listen, I was calling to get a hold of my brother-in-law, is he around? I cannot get through to his cell, your mother’s neither,” he spoke, hoping that all was okay with the family.

“Well, mom is in at work today doing some overtime, and I think David might be working on his truck. I don’t know, I’m not at home right now,” she revealed, finger combing her messy hair.

“Ahh, I shall keep trying him, then. He is probably listening to that bloody god-awful Rainbow music. Since you’ve been gone? Since I wish you would go, more like!” he exclaimed, snorting with laughter.

“That’s a classic!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, classic nothing!” Sunni yelled, his volume making her laugh. He always got louder by about twenty decibels whenever excited or trying to make a point. “That and his Boomtown Rats! I don’t like Monday’s? Nobody does, Bob Geldof! Bloody sit down and be quiet!”

She sat there in hysterics at his usual comic observations. Sunni was one of very few people who could legitimately make her cry laugh, her sides hurting. Usually from the hilarious banter he and Bee got into together, or the berating of her stepdad’s taste in music.

“So where are you, then? You say you’re not at home, are you in work? Did I disturb? I am sorry if I’m getting you into trouble,” he then asked, courteous as always.

“No, I quit my job recently. I needed more time at the weekends, plus with leaving college approaching and not wanting to have anything to tie me down so I can travel a little, I needed to do it soon anyway,” she began in explanation. “I’m at a hotel right now, my boyfriend is up visiting from Southern Cali.”

The noise of interest Sunni made had her in fits once more. “Oh! There is a new boyfriend on the scene! Have you been with him for long? Would I approve? What is he like?” She sat and gave him a brief outline of Angel to pacify his multiple questions, Sunni making little ‘umhm’ noises as she spoke.

“It sounds like you are very happy with this man, early days or not! I would fetch your auntie for you to have your obligatory girl’s talk, but it is her turn currently trying to get Sanjay to bed, and he is being an absolute horror about it!” Her youngest cousin Sanjay had just turned two and was most definitely living up to the term terrible two’s. “Anyway, I might as well tell you why I was trying to call David, share with you our news. I have been accepted for a post at Utah Valley Speciality Hospital, so good news, darling. We are returning to America.”

“Oh my god!” she screamed, suddenly clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” she then added much more quietly, drumming her feet softly against the tiled floor. “I can’t wait! When do you come back?”

“Not for another three months, just while we finish getting everything sorted at this end, selling the house, etcetera. We didn’t tell anybody, just in case it didn’t come through, but now that it has and there is also a chance that your aunt could have a job also opening up at the same hospital, now that Sanjay is of preschool age and she can return to work, we felt confident in sharing the news.” he explained, delighted at his niece’s reaction.

They chatted for a short time longer before ending their call, Keri absolutely ecstatic to have some of her favourite family members returning. Tying her hair up, she brushed her teeth and took a quick shower, coming out to find Angel checking his phone.

“What was all the excitement for? I heard a squeal of ‘oh my god’,” he grumbled, still sounding half asleep as he placed his phone back down, a hand sliding into her towel to stroke her hip.

“That was my uncle on the phone. He was trying to get a hold of my parents, but they’re not picking up. Anyway, he told me he and Bee are moving back over here, he’s got a job at a local hospital, so I’m over the moon that I’ll be able to see them regularly instead of once a year,” she shared.

“Yeah? That’s great, baby. I know you hated that they lived halfway around the world,” he replied brightly, just as his stomach began to growl. She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head as she leaned to kiss his abdomen. “I think I need feeding.”

An hour later and they were sitting inside a small restaurant, hard wood surfaces, Edison light bulbs and plants strewn over the large shelves that flanked the black walls, Keri bouncing in her seat with excitement at one particular dish on the menu.

Angel looked over at her with a smile. “You just saw the peanut butter pancakes, didn’t you?”

“I did!” she squeaked. How well he knew her. Anything with peanut butter, and Keri was on it in an instant.

Reaching for her hand, he squeezed it gently, thinking how adorable she was. “Y’all a hundred percent too cute, mamacita.” Her beamed smile made his heart skip a beat, sitting there feeling like he was the luckiest guy in the world. While the waited for their food, they sat and discussed her ever nearing departure from college, meaning that for the following three weeks they wouldn’t be able to meet with her workload going into overdrive in preparation to finish, but when she did, she had some plans.

“I’m going to book going over to Galway, but not for as long as I originally wanted to. If you could come then that’d be great, I think Aaron and Rachel are down, Frankie too. Jaime won’t be because of work. So yeah, we’re planning on that to be for two weeks. Then I was thinking of driving down to Santo Padre, maybe basing myself there for a while, travelling around Cali. If you don’t mind, that is?”

He put on a thoughtful face, scratching his chin. “Hmm, do I mind having my beautiful, sexy, funny, amazing girlfriend around more often? Hmm, lemme think on that.” She began laughing softly through her nose, leaning over to kiss him. “Of course, I don’t mind.” Despite the joviality of his statement, he felt a pit in his stomach at hearing her plans to travel. He pushed it down, though, reasoning that she wanted to stay with him in her time between.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” There was truly nobody he’d rather be stuck with. Their weekend went by in a blur, Keri holding him tightly before he departed, crying in his arms at how much she anticipated she was going to miss him. He hated leaving her behind whenever he had to go home again, but the buzz inside of knowing he’d get so much more time with her over the spring and summer alleviated the sadness of being separated from her.

While they were parted, he took his mind off it by putting in some serious time around the yard, taking on extra shifts, deciding to re-decorate his bedroom and make it look a little better than the mismatching bare essentials vibe, seeking some advice from a certain lady.

“You need a theme!” Sharise exclaimed, taking a cart from the front of the local homeware store, buzzing already. If Mrs Reyes thrived on anything, it was a decoration project.

He viewed her with mild disgust, his nose crinkling. “A theme? Nope. I saw a picture online and I want that. Dark green walls, white ceiling. I got new furniture on the way, too. I just need things to make it look less empty.”

“Rug, lamps, artwork, candles,” Sharise began to list.

“No candles!”

“Yes, candles!” she stated emphatically. “Keri likes them, she told me which is her favourite. Black coconut by Yankee, and they sell them here.”

He took a pause for a moment, his brow creasing. “Are you two making plans behind my back? Is this a little scheme you’ve cooked up to get some damned chick litter all up in my space?”

Sharise threw her head back, entertained at the chick litter term. “No! We were chatting the other night, she replied to one of my stories I put up with my candle collection all burning, and she mentioned she liked Yankee candles about as much as I do. Us girls talk about things like that, you know.”

“Hmph.” His mutter was then followed by a speedy swerve around the cart, Sharise attempting to put some large cushions into it. ”No cushions! My couch is fine as it is!”

“These are for the bed,” she clarified, gently slapping his arms, grabbing two more that were slightly darker.

“I got pillows, I don’t need ‘em!”

“They’ll finish the bed nicely, add a little depth of comfort.”

His face was a picture of confusion. “They add... what?”

“And when you’re having sex, you can pop a couple underneath your lady and they’ll tilt her hips in a way that means you get to hit a whole other host of different angles.”

He nodded, gesturing to the previously frowned upon items. “Alright, they can stay.” She grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder as they continued, smug that she knew exactly what to say in order to get around his protests. He was, as she expected, still difficult, though.

“Sharise! Put it back,” he ordered, pointing as she wrestled with a giant, white sheepskin rug from the rolls gathered at the back of the store.

“You’re going for bare floorboards, right?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am.”

“Then you need a nice rug to tie the room together!”

Depth of comfort and tying the room together. Her chosen language was completely lost on him. “But then I gotta vacuum the damned thing!” His complaint was accompanied by a little show of drama, folding his arms over the cart handle, resting his head down and regretting his decision to involve his sister-in-law.

“No, because the fleece is too long, it’ll get caught in the rollers. You just go shake it outside, et voila! Done.” Into the cart it went, Angel muttering in mild despair. Fluffy rugs. Was this what his life had become?

The rest of the store was browsed rapidly, Angel actually being able to make his own choices, loading up on photo frames he planned to put some of Keri’s photographs into after he’d had them blown up, a set of white plaster skulls that looked remarkably like the real thing, Sharise adding bits and pieces as she went for both him and herself. The large, black and grey vase with black birch twigs was not one of his choices, but he allowed it. Begrudgingly.

“So, you seem to be very content with Keri, then, with this talk of her coming to stay for a while,” Sharise observed, finishing the large mouthful of Cuban sandwich she’d just taken at a bar she’d driven them to, telling Angel she’d at least buy him lunch in apology for terrorising him in the home décor stakes.

He smiled, thinking of her. “I really am, she’s cool. Can’t wait to have her come kinda live with me, even though I think it’ll only be temporary.”

She noticed he sounded a little dejected by that. “Because of her travelling? You two are so sillily in love with one another, I can see her making Santo Padre her base when she isn’t, you know. I know it’s still early days, but you two fit together so well.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his brow furrowing. “I sometimes wonder if I’m the one who’ll be temporary. She’s so ambitious, and young still, too. Makes me wonder if we’ll last.”

“Well, just see how it goes, but don’t write off a future with her just because she has ambitions!” she gently suggested, reaching to squeeze his hand. “She doesn’t have to be around you all the time to be in a committed relationship with you.”

He snorted softly, looking uncomfortable, clamming up as she predicted he would. She would press, though. She’d heard of this before. “I did wonder, when you’d have your wobble.” His frown prompted her to continue. “Lucy told me, that back when you guys got together, you had a little bit of a freak out over whether she’d meet anyone else, and I suppose that’s rearing its ugly head again, with talk of Keri going off travelling around. You think she’s going to meet someone you assume to be better, don’t you?”

He grunted.

“Angel,” she spoke softly, reaching to stroke his face, tilting his head up. “You need to start putting to bed these feelings that you aren’t good enough. You are. Did Lucy find anyone else? Nope. So, there’s no saying Keri is going to. She’s crazy about you, for heaven’s sake! And I know what you’re gonna say, that other women in the past have only seen you as a short-term fling, but my love, that’s because it’s all you’ve offered to them, whether consciously or not.”

“Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right," he finally admitted, realising that it was his self-sabotage coming back to haunt him. As soon as he fell in love, it was only a matter of time before it came bubbling up to the surface, his fears of loss, of not being good enough.

He’d been pushing it down into his darkest depths for the last two weeks, ever since they’d confessed their love. It had been festering a little closer to the surface since her talk of travelling over breakfast the last time he’d seen her, though. The little pit in his stomach he’d felt? It had predictably taken root, no matter how much he didn’t want it to.

Looking over at Sharise, he felt his little padlocked gate begin to strain. If there was one woman he always opened up to, it was her. “I don’t want to wreck it all, but I’m kinda scared I will. I can’t just be happy. My fucking brain has to freak out and cause drama. Which I usually then fuckin’ thrive on.”

It suddenly clicked with Sharise, the sprucing up of his home. He wanted to hopefully make Keri feel as if it was hers, too. He wanted to find more ways to entice her return, hence doing away with the bachelor pad look, albeit with slight reluctance. Oh, he was too adorable, in such a beautifully, partially broken way. From what Keri had told her in exchanges messages, chatting online in order to get to know each other more, he had no reason to feel insecure. Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. People were rarely so simple.

“Angel, the only way you’re going to wreck it is by listening to that toxic little voice in the back of your head instead of Keri. Have faith. She came into your life for a reason. There’s no way that dreaming of her before you even met her is anything less than destiny. Believe in it. You were doing great until you let the panic creep in.” Taking another bite of her sandwich, she winked, Angel determined to take her advice on board.

It didn’t help that he was only a week into a three-week separation from her, but he did work hard to keep Sharise’s advice in mind. As if the universe had heard his doubts, he received a notification one night, painting well into the small hours after returning from dealing with club affairs, wiping his hand on a spare piece of cloth as he crawled over the painting sheets to grab his phone. Keri had tagged him in an Instagram post.

‘I don’t even know how one man can be so amazing. He’s the sexiest, the funniest, the loveliest, the best. I miss you, gorgeous. Can’t wait until this is us again.’

He smiled at viewing the image, one Keri had taken in the hotel room on the bed as she’d sat astride him, her hand reached out cupping his cheek, Angel smiling up at her as the sun shone in through the window and bathed him in bright light. He remembered just how happy he’d felt, when she’d taken it, his heart fluttering at the memory, scrolling to his call list and tapping her name.

“Hey, you free to talk?”

“I am, I have a few spare minutes,” she replied, waiting for her coffee to pour, prepared to work right on through until the morning and then sleep for a few hours before she started again. “How are you? I hate that tomorrow is Saturday and I won’t have you here. Sucks.”

He was surprised to hear she was still up doing her work, since she’d mentioned earlier when they’d messaged that she’d be spending the entire day doing such. “You got some serious dedication there, for it to be 1am and you’re still working. As for me, yeah, I’m alright. Missing you like fuck, though.”

She made a soft noise in her throat, picking up her large mug of coffee (a two-pod creation) and turning the machine off. “I miss you too! Two weeks and I’ll be free, though, get to come and spend ten days with you before Galway. Did you ask Bish, if you can swing that kind of time away?”

“I did,” he sighed, “and I can’t. I could come for a week, but he can’t lose me for two.”

She was bright in her reply, all optimism. “Well, that’s better than nothing! Come out with us for the week, then head home. How about that? I’d rather at least have you there for a short time rather than not at all. These places I want to travel to, having you there by my side would mean so much. I know it’s corny, but the whole making memories thing is important, you know?”

Her words made him smile, the more rational side of him seeing clearly how stupid his self-doubt was. He knew he wouldn’t likely overcome it immediately, but what she told him had helped. “Yeah, querida, I know. I love you.”

“And I love you too. Listen, I have to hit the laptop again, but I’ll call you tomorrow, after I’ve had some sleep. Night, gorgeous.”

“Night baby.” Ending the call, he looked around at the half-painted walls. They weren’t the only work in progress.

#angel reyes #Angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #angel reyes smut #Angel reyes imagine #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine

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gloriousclio · 3 months

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nana nonsense

putting after the cut because, and i don't say this lightly because i hate describing people this way,

she is such a bitch

Nana! The meanest grandmother on the planet! Had a mild stroke at the beginning of December 2023. Since then she's for sure worn a heart monitor? But I don't know any results from the flurry of doctor's appointments.

Last winter was the last winter Nana and Bampa could afford to snowbird in Arizona. They sold their little house down there. To be honest, I don't think they planned to live this long - Bampa turned 90 in November and voluntarily surrendered his driver's license.

SO NANA, IN HER INFINITE WISDOM AND KINDNESS decided to go to Arizona to visit their friends - without Bampa. And also, she has friends down there, but my mom was like "if you have another stroke, I don't know what we're going to do." Nana did not care.

Nana went south.

Nana went south, as we would soon learn, without her new meds that were preventing another stroke.

Nana came home early because she had a headache she couldn't kick and even she realized that actually she'd better come back.

So Thursday night, she flies in late late late, my parents picked her up at the airport. The next morning, they drive her back to their house (about 90 mins from my parents house). And she was a total bitch to my dad the whole time. (I have seen this before, she's awful to her sons-in-law). My parents learned she didn't have her stroke meds. (After all, "what did that cock-sucking doctors know, I'll never see that piss-ant again," direct quote via dad.)

They dropped her off, apologized to my Bampa for bringing her back (she immediately lit into him for not keeping the house clean, mind you Nana is not a tidy housekeeper), cleaned up the kitchen, and fled. On Sunday, Nana's brother, my great uncle Bill, emailed me. I love my Uncle Bill and his wife Joy. They are very sweet to me. But they were worried. See, Nana was supposed to call him when she got back home. Did I have Bampa's phone number? Can he get my mom's?

I read the email, immediately called my mom to tell her to call Uncle Bill, and emailed him back with the cell phone numbers.

I cannot. With. Her.

My brother's fiance asked me if I wanted to sit with my parents/grandparents at the reception, or my Cousins and I told her the Cousins.

Mom told me if Nana acts up or tries to make the wedding about her, she's bringing her to her hotel room and leaving her there. This might sound extreme. But one day I will write a book about Nana and you will understand why she needs to sit in the corner until she can be nice.

And I didn't even tell you guys what happened at Christmas. Good lord, she's just the meanest witch you'd ever meet.

#irl #family stuff #mean grandma #meanest grandma #nana

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kq-rescuecenter · 1 year

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🌷 𝒶 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 ☁️

🌟 Today’s solo, meant a lot too me. Seonghwa requested that we go and visit this little community a little ways out from our center. He wanted to buy some treats, flowers and a lot of stuffed animals. I was a little confused at first until we arrived at our destination…

Let me introduce Seonghwa’s babies!! They’re so CUUUUTE!!

from left to right : Sungmin || Sofia || Neeko

From left to right : Twins Harvey & Hyen || Triplets Rosie, Yuna & Uma || Twins : Soyeon & Solstice

oh my gosh~ they were just… everywhere! So the woman who were with him in the breeding center wanted to all stay together. A hybrid community had just opened up a few new homes and actually gave them the 2 houses they built and connected them so the babies could have enough space to run around and play. They are all safe and living without any fears and are just, happy that they’re out of that horrible place.

None of the women hold any of the children over Seonghwa’s head; they don’t fault him for what happened and are happy that he’s somewhere safe. Me and Seonghwa were introduced as their aunt and uncle since they’re all a little too young to fully understand that they are all actually half brothers and sisters (they all ranger from 4- a few months). When they get a bit older, they’ll all come together and explain IF the question ever arises. But for now, it’s best to just let them be happy and bounce around.

It was so.. just.. touching see him interact with his children. They loved him so so much! They most followed him around the yard~ it’s was so cute. The children all took a nap in a cute little pile while the adults were in the kitchen. I was properly introduced as Seonghwa’s new caretaker and I met each mother. They are the sweetest women, I’ve ever met. It was really wholesome watching them with Hwa. You could tell there’s a bond with each of them. I was so honored to meet his family.. We decided to make visiting the children a regular thing so he won’t miss out on anything! The children will be shifting for the first time next week, so we’ve already set up a date so he could stay over here for a week! The mom’s have also decided to allow me and Seonghwa to watch over the children sometimes!!

Today was such an amazing day! Being surrounded by such a loving family like that.. makes me think about having one at some point 🩷

#solo time #¡! seonghwa.replies

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reigningqueenofwords · 18 days

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Not One of Us

Word count: 2,260 Request: Anonymous. Hey! Could you do angst where the reader is the winchesters half sister from one of Johns flings and Dean hates her guts because she taints the memory of his mom but Sam likes her. She always tries to get deans approval but it never works and she breaks down and asks why he hates her so much and he yells and she runs away. Sam goes after her and maybe in the end Dean agrees to give her a chance? Thanks! I love your tumblr! So good!

Read on AO3

Shaking, your hands pulled out the number that had been tucked away in your wallet for two years. You licked your lips and dialed it before pulling your cell phone against your ear. You were waiting to hear the voice that you hadn’t heard in about a year. Your father’s. He had come around as often as he could, and made sure to always send you letters at least once a month. They had stopped about six months ago, but he had written that something had happened, and he wanted to protect you. It hurt, but you understood.

“Hello?” A man’s voice answered. It wasn’t your father.

“I-is John there?” You tried to hide the fact that you were crying.

You heard movement. “John died.”

Inhaling sharply, you shook your head. “When?”

“Six months ago.” The man said. “Who is this?” His voice didn’t sound pleased.

“I’m his daughter, Y/N. He- he told me to ever call if I was in trouble.” You wiped your cheek. “Do you know if Bobby is still alive?”

There was a long pause. “John didn’t have any daughters.” He snapped, obviously angry.

“Well, seeing as my father is John Winchester, he must have kept my existence from whoever you are.” You sighed.

“I’m his son.” The man snapped.

You knew that you had brothers, he had shown you pictures. “Is this Dean? Or Sam?” You asked, wondering who you were talking to.

“Where are you?”

Looking around, you let out a choked sob. You were sitting in your basement, hiding. There hadn’t been any sound from upstairs in awhile, and that was the only reason you called the number. You’d explained to Dean where you were, and he was only a couple hours away. He told you to stay put. Yeah, where were you gonna go? Certainly not out there.

You must have nodded off, because you were woken up by the sound of crashing. Blinking, you saw you were still in your hiding spot. “Y/N?!” This was a different voice than on the phone. You held your breath, hoping that whoever attacked your mother wasn’t in the house. Namely, the man calling for you. “My name is Sam. Dean sent me.”

Taking a deep breath, you slid out of your hiding spot and stood up. Your clothes were covered in blood and there were streaks on your face from crying. His eyes widened when he saw you. “C-can we get out of here?” You were shaking. You weren’t sure if it was because you were a bit cold, scared, or in shock.

Sam pulled off his coat and put it around your shoulders. “Come on. Dean’s in the car.” He said gently. “Do you know what happened?”

“I just got back from visiting my aunt. It’s summer vacation, and I decided to go there this year instead of staying home. It was a spur of the moment thing.” You tried avoiding looking around upstairs. “I got back this morning. I figured that…that mom was just at work. I dropped my stuff off in my room and took a quick shower. When I came downstairs to get something to eat- I found her. I freaked, went to check on her. She was cold. Ever since I was little, I was told that if something like that happened, I needed to call my dad. And, if I couldn’t reach him, Uncle Bobby.” He looked sad. “A couple years ago, he gave me a number that he said he’d keep just in case. It’s been in my wallet since. I ran upstairs for it, and my phone. I heard something, and I panicked. I went and hid in the basement.” Stepping out into the afternoon sun, you couldn’t even enjoy the heat on your skin.

“When’s the last time you saw him?” He asked gently as you neared the car.

You thought. “About a year ago. He came for my fifteenth birthday.” You smiled sadly. “He came to my little party, had a ’talk’ with the boy I liked, and then me, him, and mom, went out for dinner.” You were now standing next to a shiny black car. “He still wrote, though. At least once a month, until six months ago. A couple letters before they stopped he wrote that he was going to stop to protect me.”

Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. “Come on. I’ll go get some of your things for you. Is there anything you want me to look for?”

“My jewelry box. In the top little compartment, there’s a locket. It has an engraving on it. That, and a photo album on my book shelf.”

He opened the back door of the car and let you slide in. Dean didn’t look at you, or say anything. The air in the car was full of tension.

In the two hours it took you to get back to the motel they had been staying at, Dean had not said one word to you. Hadn’t looked in your direction, nothing. Once there, Sam told you to get cleaned up and handed you the bag that he’d managed to stuff full of your clothes. Your locket was once again around your neck, containing a picture of your parents.

Six months had passed. Although, to you it felt like an eternity. Dean never warmed up to you. Hell, he would barely speak to you. You cried yourself to sleep every night. You’d lost both your parents in one day, and your older brother hated you.

Sam and Dean returned from a hunt, and Sam smiled at you. You and Sam were close. He’d accepted you with open arms. Bobby had confirmed your story, and had hugged you a bit too tight when he saw you. Said last time he saw you you were in diapers, and then after that, just pictures. It made you happy that John had spoken of you to him, but it only fueled the hatred that Dean felt for you.

“Hi, guys. Hunt go okay?” You tried to be in a good mood, but you could tell by looking at you that it was an act.

Sam smiled at you. “Yeah, how was school?” He had enrolled you in an online school so you wouldn’t fall behind, and you didn’t have to attend the local high school.

“I got an A on my English paper.” You grinned, as writing was something that you enjoyed.

“Good for you.” Dean muttered sarcastically as he walked by. Your grin fell. You couldn’t say your heart broke, by now it was more like opening an old wound.

Sam groaned, hating that this was how Dean treated you. “Sorry about him.” Sam sighed.

You shook your head. “It’s okay. Go relax, and I’ll start dinner.”

You made a quick and easy dinner, and spent the rest of the time making a pie. Not that you even knew how, but following directions couldn’t be too hard, right? Dean smelled when it was cooking and came into the kitchen, frowning. You had made a huge mess. “What the hell?”

Looking at him, you bit your lip. “I, uh, wanted to make you a pie.”

“Look at this place!” He snapped, making you jump.

“I…I plan to clean it up…” You said, your voice weak.

Dean shook his head and stormed off. This was yet another failed attempt to get on his good side. You had washed Baby, you had cleaned the bunker once while they were on a hunt, you had taken on most of the cooking, and now this. The pie still had a good half an hour, so you followed him.

You found him in the library with Sam. “Sam, can I talk to Dean, please?” Sam looked between the two of you and sighed when Dean rolled his eyes. He left anyone, kissing the top of your head as he went by. “Dean?” He grunted that he heard you. “Why? Why do you hate me so much?”

He got up, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ve lived our whole lives, just the two of us. And here you come, expecting for us to just take you in. Why? Because my father couldn’t keep it in his pants?” You teared up. “All his talk about wanting to avenge my mother, and instead, he was out sleeping around. Never mentioned you at all. Made it seem like my mother was the only one for him.” It was clear that he was pissed. “That’s a slap in the face to my mother’s memory. You may have my father’s blood, but you are no Winchester.” He was so angry that he was starting to cry himself.

Turning, you walked out of the room, slowly picking up speed. You rushed past Sam, slamming your bedroom door and locking it. Sam went to the living room just for Dean to tell him to leave him alone. You grabbed your bag, throwing everything you could into it. If you weren’t wanted, fine. As soon as you knew they were asleep, you were gone.

You heard the timer go off for the pie, but ignored it. After a few minutes, it stopped, and you knew that Sam likely took it out. At least Dean liked one of his siblings. Sam tried to talk to you, but you ignored him, hiding in your room, crying.

As the clock hit one in the morning, you hadn’t heard any movement from outside your room for some time. You quickly scribbled a note and left it on your pillow.

I’m sorry I’m not a proper Winchester. I’m sure your mother was lovely. Sam- thank you. For everything. I loved having you as a big brother. Dean…I wish we could have gotten along. I tried. I hope that things work out for you. You got your wish. I’m gone, and I won’t be back.

-Y/N

Of course, you knew this was probably a really stupid move. You didn’t care. You slipped through the halls of the bunker, and out the front door. You’d have to go on foot, but you’d manage. Sam wouldn’t wake up until around six for his run, Dean around ten. Dean wouldn’t bother coming to check on you, and Sam wouldn’t until around eleven, probably. That gave you plenty of time to hitch a ride somewhere.

The next morning, Dean went about his life as usual, acting as if his temper hadn’t taken over yesterday. Sam, however, wanted nothing more than to shake Dean and tell him to apologize. He wasn’t wasting his breath, however.

Come noon, he was starting to worry. He went to your room and knocked. Getting no answer, he tried the door. It opened, and he walked in. His face fell. Sam walked over to your bed and picked up the note, his jaw clenching.

Sam stormed through the bunker to Dean. He dropped the note in front of him without stopping. He had to find you. You were a sixteen year old girl, without money, and Winchester blood. That wouldn’t end well.

Dean looked at the paper, confused for a moment, before picking it up and reading it. He had mixed feelings, but knew that Sam would be on the hunt for you.

Come three that morning, your legs were killing you. Living in a remote area, there had been no cars. You were starting to feel like an idiot. An idiot for leaving with them. An idiot for thinking you could feel anything like a family. An idiot for not calling a cab during the day. But, there you were.

You slipped into the woods and found a spot that seemed well covered and curled up there. Using your bag as a pillow, you nodded off, curled in the fetal position.

Sleep didn’t last too long, however. You woke up right after dawn, groaning. You were sore, and a bit cold. Getting up, you grabbed your bag and took a deep breath. Once back on the road, you continued on, hoping that a car would pass.

Your stomach was yelling at you, as you hadn’t even thought to grab food. That was something you would deal with later.

Around one, you finally heard a car. Sighing, you stuck out your thumb, hoping they were nice enough to stop. Hearing them pull up, you smiled and turned to the car. Your smile fell. “Come on, Y/N. Come home.” Sam pleaded, getting out.

“No, Sam. He hates me. He made it perfectly clear that I’m not wanted.” You shook your head, crying when he took you in his arms.

He rubbed your back. “He’ll come around. I want you there.” He said, his lips against the top of your head. “You’ve got to be starving. Come on, lunch is on me.”

You looked up at him and nodded, wiping a tear from your cheek.

When you got back to the bunker, Dean came out. You stayed behind Sam, waiting for him to start yelling again. Sam shot him a look telling him that he better be nice. Dean took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m…sorry.” Your eyes went wide. “I shouldn’t take this out on you. It’s not your fault.” You gave him a small smile. “I’ll try to be a better brother.” His voice was soft.

Moving around Sam, you gave Dean a quick hug. “You can start by eating that pie I made you!” You tried to lighten the mood up.

He smirked. “Sweetheart, that things half gone.”

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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Day 25: Conjure

10/25: Conjure

Universe // Characters: Den of Thieves - Penny Series // Benny “Borracho” Magalon

Borracho is certain he has just conjured you into existence. At least, existence as it pertains to location, which currently is a touristy bar in LAX.

It’s been a few months since he first encountered you in the bar by the Sheriff's office. He had lifted your number from Nick’s phone, not an easy feat, and the two of you had been texting back and forth sporadically. The conversations were short and friendly, flirty if you squint. It was more about the fact that you were talking behind Nick’s back then it was anything else. But he liked you. You were funny, witty, and…not like Nick at all.

It made him more and more curious about you.

But then his flight to Mexico is canceled and he’s trying to figure out if it’s worth it to go back home and try again tomorrow, when he catches sight of you sitting at the bar across from his gate. He sends a quick text to his brother about the flight cancellation before heading over to the bar.

“We have to stop meeting like this, Mamí.”

If you’re surprised by his arrival, you hide it well. “I’m starting to see the nickname now.” You soften the barb with a wink and a smile.

“So where are you headed?” he asks, ordering a beer.

You pull one of the three olives off the toothpick from your martini glass and pop it into your mouth. “I was headed to Ireland. I was going to meet a friend of mine at Newark and we were going to go over there to look for horses for her. She’s an event rider. But,” you point to the TV over the bar with the weather report running, “that midwest blizzard put a fast end to that.”

“No Christmas in the motherland then?”

“Not this year. What about you? Where are you headed?”

“I was headed to Rocky Point, in Mexico. My family always meets there for the holidays. But my plane is stuck in that storm apparently. Should be able to fly out tomorrow morning though.”

You nod. “Cool. Never been there.”

“Mexico or Rocky Point?”

“Both, actually.”

“You’ve been across the ocean but not the country directly below us?”

You shrug. “Maybe now that I know someone who can tell me what spots to go to, I’ll make it down there.”

“So are you going back up to Sacramento for Christmas or staying with your brother?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Christmas with Nick,” you pull a face. “It’ll end up just waiting for him to be an ass and then listening to Deb complain about him. Then I’ll take the girls out to do something and Nick will find us and Deb will think I did it on purpose and I think I should just make the five hour drive back to Sacramento.” You drain the martini glass and order another one. “But I’ll make the decision tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

You show him the stack of vouchers. “They were feeling generous given tomorrow is Christmas and they ruined a lot of family’s plans. I have vouchers for a new international flight, a hotel room, and $20 for dinner.”

“Wow. All I got was ‘Come back tomorrow and we’ll try again.’”

He orders a second beer and starts asking questions about the horses you were going to look at, what exactly is “eventing” and what you liked about visiting Ireland. He has to admit that the competition that you’re involved in aligns more with Nick’s personality than he thought it would with yours. Jumping six foot jumps in mud and sand, seems to be more for adrenaline seekers than what he had envisioned. You start to ask him about his family and what he looks forward most at the family gathering in Mexico. He tells you about the massive amounts of food, the beach bonfires, and being able to listen to the ocean from his uncle’s home. By the time there’s a lull in the conversation, he realizes it’s almost midnight and he has four missed texts from his family. He glances over them and sighs.

Let us know if you can get a flight tomorrow.

Your mom wants to know if you have a girlfriend, who is she, and is she coming with you?

If you don’t, she’s got like three girls lined up from next door. All in the 40’s and good Catholic girls, just warning you.

Any word on flights?

“Everything alright?” you ask.

“Yeah, fine. You have your family drama and I have mine.”

You laugh. “Sounds like your family is pretty normal from how you described them.”

He has four beers in him and is tired so he’s more honest than normal. “I have three sisters and one brother. My brother isn’t married and has no desire to be so when I got married it was up to me to carry on the Magalon name. Now that I’m divorced, my mother is panicking about the family line dying out.”

You laugh, but unlike Nick’s laugh, yours holds no harshness. “So your Christmas gift is a new woman.”

He glances down at his phone. “Looks that way. Maybe I won’t catch a flight tomorrow morning.”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “Whenever I talk to a client about handling a horse, I also say ‘you have to be smarter than the animal.’ So, be smarter than your mom. Cut her off at the pass. Tell her you do have a girlfriend. Hell, show her a picture of me and call it done.”

“So lie?”

You give him the side eye. “Like you haven’t done worse than that before.”

He laughs. “Better yet, I could just take you with me.”

You start to laugh but stop. “You’re not serious.”

He certainly wasn’t when he said it but, well, why not? “You got somewhere to be?”

You tap the side of your martini glass as you think about his offer. “I do have a voucher for an international flight.”

“And you already have your passport.”

“And I’ve never been to Mexico before.”

“Be my fake girlfriend for a family Christmas at the beach or stay here with your brother.” He holds his hand out towards you with a small smile.

“Well, when you put it that way,” you slip your hand into his and give it a shake. “You have a deal there, Benny.”

“Nick can never find out.”

“Oh God, no, never.”

Benny laughs and orders another round of drinks, sincerely hoping this doesn’t blow up in his face.

#Hinky's October Fic Fest #benny magalon #benny borracho magalon #benny magalon x reader #benny magalon x you #den of thieves #maurice compte

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Hello! ♥️ Id like to request Brooklyn and Tae just chilling in her room & Yoongi interrupts them and tries to grill Dae?

Another anon also said: Can I request Pooks interrogating Dae after he gets Brooklyn pregnant?

“So, Pulse?” Brooklyn repeated, letting the name that Dae-sung had just told her roll off of his tongue. The two of them were laying next to each other in Brooklyn’s bed, their hands intertwined together.

“Pulse,” Dae-sung nodded, squeezing her hand in his. “What do you think?”

“I like it, think it’s nice,” she smiled. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, but I’m also nervous,” he admitted. “I’m the second youngest out of the five of us. How am I meant to lead four other people?”

“They’ll show you how,” Brooklyn replied. “And you’ll be amazing at it. I know it.”

“You always know, somehow,” Dae-sung chuckled.

“Call it a gift,” she smirked, leaning over and kissing him firmly. Just before Dae-sung moved to roll on top of her, a knock sounded on her door.

“Sorry,” she whispered, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before she sat up in bed. “Come in!”

The door opened then, both Yoongi and Pooks stepping inside.

“Papa, Samchon Pooks,” Brooklyn smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to see you but your mama told us that you have guests so we decided to come visit him,” Yoongi smirked. “Dae-sung, I don’t think you’ve met my son, Yoonwoo. He’s Kinsley’s younger brother and Brooklyn’s uncle.”

“N-Nice to meet you,” Dae-sung stammered as he scrabble to get off of the bed, bowing deeply.

“Brookie, your mom wants you,” Pooks said, completely ignoring Dae-sung’s greeting.

“No she doesn’t,” Brooklyn instantly shot back with an arched eyebrow.

“But I’m telling you that she does,” Pooks replied firmly and knowing that she wasn’t going to win this one, she begrudgingly got out of bed and stomped out of the room.

“Let’s do it,” Yoongi said and him and Pooks moved to sit on the bed, on either side of Dae-sung.

“So, you’re the guy who got my niece pregnant huh?” Pooks said.

“Y-yes sir,” Dae-sung nodded.

“And you’re about to debut as well, under hyung’s company?”

“Yes,” Dae-sung repeated.

“Well, at least the financials are taken care of,” Pooks muttered.

“What I’m worried about is time,” Yoongi interjected. “Do you plan on being there for Brooklyn? Because she didn’t make that baby alone, you know. I don’t want her walking around like a zombie because she’s the only one staying up with the baby.”

“I’ve already talked with PD Kim about it and though it’ll be hard, I’ll have time to help Brooklyn,” Dae-sung explained.

“And what about the future?” Pooks wondered.

“I want to marry Brooklyn,” Dae-sung stated firmly. “I always have, ever since we started dating a year ago. She’s been it for me since I saw her face at that talent showcase.”

“You mean that?” Yoongi asked and Dae-sung nodded.

“I planned on asking her as soon as I debuted and had enough money to save up for a ring but then she got pregnant. Which was a total accident, by the way,” he added quickly. “I still want to marry her but a few years from now. I want to build a family and I want it with her.”

“Damn,” Pooks huffed as he looked over at his father. “Looks like our plan of scaring him has been foiled.”

“I guess so,” Yoongi muttered before looking at Dae-sung. “Brooklyn is one of my girls so I’m entrusting her to you. If you hurt her, I hurt you. Don’t let the whole ‘Suga’ persona fool you. I’ll fuck you up. We clear?”

“Y-yes sir,” Dae-sung nodded quickly.

“Good, happy we cleared that up,” Yoongi smiled brightly, patting Dae-sung’s leg before standing up and walking out of the room with Pooks following behind him.

“Well, I see where Brooklyn gets her ability to switch moods like that,” Dae-sung huffed.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2 #adult Brooklyn

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about ashley parker barton as told by ashe

MAIN VERSE / MAIN SETTING -> The Wastelands Earth, inspired by the original Marvel Wastelands material and original version of Ashley Barton, now being developed by @crisispider & @oceansfirst's as an original character. Ashley Parker-Barton is a half-OC child of Clint Barton and Peter Parker || she will have a 616 verse // crossover verse // spiderverse // multiverse // time travel verse, open for interaction -> so everyone love on her too

❝ Fuck, fine, I'll do a futzing origin story. You can call me ASHE, or Ashley's fine too I guess. My alias? That would be just Spider. ❞

❝ My birth is kind of a strange story. My sperm donor is Charles Bernard Barton, which I'm sure SOME of you may know the name. Trickshot once, complicated brother of Hawkeye? ⸻ No one really knows the story, it's all word of mouth from the chick who hadd my egg or whatever, DAD WHO RAISED ME has her name or whatever ⸻ ❞

❝ Anyways, turns out Barney blew up his life or something. Chick he was living on a private island with dumps him and keeps the islandd for her, her kids, and these FREAK kids that got dropped off by DAD WHO SHOULD BE DEAD ⸻ So, Barney Barton is some-fucking-where until he meets this girl and she gets pregnant with me, and than she doesn't tell him and he's gone anyways. ⸻ I did mention my story is a fuggin' shitshow, right? ❞

❝ She decides she wants to keep the baby, which really maybe she should have regretted that earlier than she did ⸻ TASTELESS JOKE? You should see the world I come from now ⸻ Girl thinks she's gonna keep me until, well, she has me. She's holding this baby me in her hands, and must realize shit, this kid's unlovable or something. Remembers that the dick who got her pregnant had a superhero brother, and takes me to Clint Barton and Peter Parker's residence, and well? ❞

❝ Maybe the only happy part of this story and I don't even remember it since I was like four months old or somethin' ⸻ Turns out Dad 1 and Dad 2, were talking another baby. See Dad 1 had a kid already from his ex-wife, who like he tell me Mary Jane Watson is my god-mom or auntie but whatever, so I literally fell in their lap. Woman didn't even really give me a name, she tried. ⸻ They name me Ashley ❞

❝ Now the Parker-Bartons are a family of four and half, or three and half. My big sister Mayday's got three parents, or two and a half. However, you wanna count it. Clint and Peter, married. Clint being the bonus dad to Mayday, when she's with her Dad, our dad and I'm ⸻ something there too now. Adopted by my technically blood-uncle, but I'm suppose to call him Dad or Papa, and adopted by Dad, Peter Parker. ❞

❝ This is all stories told to me by Dad, that's the Spiderman one, I never knew Hawkeye. HE DIED, or so we thought. I was just a toddler, not old enough for memories when V-DAY happened, and the entire country than world went nuclear. Heroes being slaughtered left and right, Spiderman took me, big sis Mayday, and Mayday's mom MJ and went deep underground and into hiding. ❞

❝ WE SURVIVE. Spiderman technically dies that day, because if any villain knew Spiderman was alive. He'd be one of the largest targets. Dad thinks his husband, that's Hawkeye is dead. ⸻ So I get one Dad, HIM, one parent. I also get my sister Mayday, but like she's the good kid. The lucky one, she had three parents and a baby sister, and only lost one. I had, well, her and DAD. ❞

❝ Dad gets Mayday's mom somewhere safe, and we go to visit her every few months over the years. Mayday's always had powers, so staying stationary too long could be dangerous. SOMETHING, SOMETHING, SUPER VILLAINS WOULD KILLS US. ⸻ I'm just extra luggage, but I grew up learning everything from Dad, and like I do love him a lot, 'kay? ⸻ So now you're looking at me and like why the spider suit, how'd you get powers thought you were some normie. ❞

❝ When I was eleven, I was dying. Losing a lot of blood, and Mayday and Dad are a mess about it ⸻ Dad takes a risk, saves me and transfuses blood to me. That's how I got the powers, Dad's mutated blood mutated me. Saved my life, made me more durable. I still can't stick to walls like Mayday or Dad could, but whatever. ❞

❝ The world's been fucked for most of my life, getting worse, Vilians fighting over territory, corpses of dead giants, Amerika turning into a wastelands. Dinosaurs from the savage lands loose, wild symbiotes, mollods, thing keep getting worse. Gangs popping up, country turning to dust and this is happening everywhere. ⸻ I don't think I'm a superhero, Dad tries to tell stories, so does MJ when we visit for Mayday to see her mom. ⸻ But I like the stories about the suit, about the heroes, and Mayday's in agreement with me. ❞

❝ So we both made our own spider suits, matching, and like Dad thinks its risky, stupid as well, but like if anyone comes for Spiderman? You bet our asses we could take them, and I'd lob off their heads ⸻ Mayday likes the suits cause she believes in superheroes, what they stood for. I like them cause I feel powerful behind the mask, cause I don't really know who I am under it. ❞

The symbol/logo I mashed together for Ashley Parker-Barton.

No official hero name besides Spider or Ashe is accepted.

#ABOUT -> Adopted Daughter of a Hawk and a Spider #ABOUT -> The Wastelands #ABOUT -> The Parker Bartons #ABOUT -> Verses

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A Christmas Kiss

Doing the mistletoe kiss game @bloodlessheirbyjacques started. I was also tagged by @tryingtimi some half-assed Cal/Mara fluff

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"Tamara, baby!" her mom greeted them excitedly.

"Hey mom," she leaned in and hugged her mom fiercely. "This is my partner, Cal."

"Hello Mrs. Evanson. I made brownies." He held up the three plastic containers.

"Cal! It's so good to finally meet you! I’m Ida." She gave him a quick side hug, "Come on, kitchen's this way."

'Hellos' piled over each other as they passed through the living room toward the kitchen. Cinnamon and pine mingled in the warm air.

"That's a lot of brownies, Cal."

He ducked his head, "I couldn't decide which ones to make, so I made all of them." Mara’s hand on his arm reminded him to keep his glow well hidden beneath the sweater she had made him wear.

Her mom laughed, "Well I'm sure they'll all be delicious. You can go ahead and sit them on the counter there. Then you can come meet the rest of the family. Mara, your brother Addison will be here soon. Can you two try to get along?"

Mara rolled her eyes, "I will if he will.”

“Tamara, it’s Christmas. All I ask is one or two days a year of you guys not fighting.”

“I’ll try mom,” she sighed.

“You better.”

Mara laced her fingers through Cal’s. “Let’s go meet the rest of the family.”

Caldizaar was passed from hug to handshake with Mara’s family. Her father, Anton. Her uncle Lochlan and aunt Ella. Lochlan and Ella’s son Raymond and his wife Luna.

“Teeny couldn’t make it?”

“She’s visiting her daughter’s family this year. They flew her out and everything,” Anton said.

“Oh wow! I’m glad she’s getting to see them.” Mara turned to Cal, “Teeny is mom’s best friend. She usually does holidays with us since her husband passed away.”

Cal nodded gravely. “That is very sad. I am glad she’s with family.”

Mara shook her head before Cal had the chance to ask if he was one of the Claimed.

“There’s wine or eggnog in the kitchen. I also made my punch,” Ella said.

“Thanks auntie. You know I look forward to your punch every year.”

Cal trailed Mara back to the kitchen. Just as they were passing under the doorway she paused and pulled him into a kiss.

“Another holiday tradition,” she grinned, “you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“What is mistletoe?”

“See that little plant up there?” she pointed to the sprig of flora dangling from a piece of ribbon, “it’s a silly Christmas thing that started who knows how long ago. I think my dad does it every year as an extra excuse to kiss my mom.”

Cal tipped his head to the side, “Does your family need plants to kiss? I have never needed to have something to make me kiss you. I just do it.”

Mara laughed, “They don’t, it’s just a fun little thing. There are songs about it and everything.”

“Your world continues to fascinate me.”

Mara pulled a glass out of the cabinet and put it beneath the spout of a decanter. Bright red punch spilled out and into her cup. On the way back to the living room, Cal stopped her beneath the mistletoe and kissed her again.

“Are you enjoying it yet,” she teased.

“I am unsure. We should kiss again to see.”

Mara giggled, “As many times as you want.”

Cal wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his lips to hers. He could feel her smiling so big she could barely hold the kiss. Whistles and shouts from the living room finally pulled them apart.

#falling in love will kill you #mistletoe kiss #cal and mara

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Review: Why We Sleep: Unlocking the Power of Sleep and Dreams by Matthew Walker, PhD

Book 3 of 2023

Start Reading Time: 3 February 2023

Finish reading Time: 30 March 2023

Page Count: 368 Pages

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, MEDICAL CONTENT, ANIMAL CRUELTY, CHRONIC ILLNESS, MENTAL ILLNESS

Hey, look! A nonfiction book! The first of the year!! Pretty big thing for me. Can you tell I struggled with this book by how long I spent reading it? It's been a while since I read a non-fiction book, but I hope I'll read more of it this year and it won't take as long.

I picked this book, of course, because I love sleep, but also because my Mom had trouble falling asleep and it negatively impacted her health. We even went to the doctor and she was prescribed some sleeping pills, which helped her sleep, but I don't know if it's good for her in the long run. So, I decided to read more about sleep, as I've never really got to know very much about it, and when you love something you'd make an effort to know more about it, right?

It just so happens that my uncle, my Mom's oldest brother, suffered a heart attack and a stroke earlier this month. When I went to visit him in the hospital he told me he could not get a wink of sleep since before the heart attack. I told him about this book I was reading at the time and gave him some tips to help him fall asleep from this book, and I think he really appreciated it. Now, I would recommend this book to all my loved ones or at least inform them of the importance of sleeping 7-8 hours every night.

I really do think that this needs to be taught in schools, as it is absolutely pivotal for everyone's health and all of our lives and the improvement of our society.

Some of the most fascinating things I learned from this book is about REM and NREM sleep, how and why we dream, how people have different circadian rhythms and that it is genetics, and basically just the amazing impacts on health that a sleep night could give us living beings. Even though I did find some of the parts of the book can be quite boring, it is still a really interesting and important book to read for everybody.

Also, some parts of the book can be quite grim and scary in the parts about the horrible things that come from lack of sleep. I felt personally attacked too, because I don't get 7+ hours of sleep regularly for no good reasons other than Netflix, Youtube, Twitter, and Tiktok exist. Also, sometimes it's because the books I'm reading were just so good that it makes me play this dangerous game of "just one more page" that could magically make 4+ hours of a few chapters feel like 5 minutes.

Overall, it's a great book that provides the readers with so much awesome knowledge about sleep, dreams, and just human health in general that could have greatly impacted the readers' health positively in the long run. Definitely an important read.

Here are my favorite quotes from the book:

"Hard problems care little about what motivates their interrogators; they meter out their lessons of difficulty all the same."

"The prefrontal cortex controls high-level thought and logical reasoning, and helps keep our emotions in check. When a night owl is forced to wake up too early, their prefrontal cortex remains in a disabled, “offline” state. Like a cold engine after an early-morning start, it takes a long time before it warms up to operating temperature, and before that will not function efficiently.

An adult’s owlness or larkness, also known as their chronotype, is strongly determined by genetics. If you are a night owl, it’s likely that one (or both) of your parents is a night owl. Sadly, society treats night owls rather unfairly on two counts. First is the label of being lazy, based on a night owl’s wont to wake up later in the day, due to the fact that they did not fall asleep until the early-morning hours. Others (usually morning larks) will chastise night owls on the erroneous assumption that such preferences are a choice, and if they were not so slovenly, they could easily wake up early. However, night owls are not owls by choice. They are bound to a delayed schedule by unavoidable DNA hardwiring. It is not their conscious fault, but rather their genetic fate.

Second is the engrained, un-level playing field of society’s work scheduling, which is strongly biased toward early start times that punish owls and favor larks.Although the situation is improving, standard employment schedules force owls into an unnatural sleep-wake rhythm. Consequently, job performance of owls as a whole is far less optimal in the mornings, and they are further prevented from expressing their true performance potential in the late afternoon and early evening as standard work hours end prior to its arrival. Most unfortunately, owls are more chronically sleep-deprived, having to wake up with the larks, but not being able to fall asleep until far later in the evening. Owls are thus often forced to burn the proverbial candle at both ends. Greater ill health caused by a lack of sleep therefore befalls owls, including higher rates of depression, anxiety, diabetes, cancer, heart attack, and stroke.

In this regard, a societal change is needed, offering accommodations not dissimilar to those we make for other physically determined differences (e.g., sight impaired). We require more supple work schedules that better adapt to all chronotypes, and not just one in its extreme."

"You can, however, artificially mute the sleep signal of adenosine by using a chemical that makes you feel more alert and awake: caffeine. Caffeine is not a food supplement. Rather, caffeine is the most widely used (and abused) psychoactive stimulant in the world. It is the second most traded commodity on the planet, after oil. The consumption of caffeine represents one of the longest and largest unsupervised drug studies ever conducted on the human race, perhaps rivaled only by alcohol, and it continues to this day."

"Levels of circulating caffeine peak approximately thirty minutes after oral administration. What is problematic, though, is the persistence of caffeine in your system. In pharmacology, we use the term “half-life” when discussing a drug’s efficacy. This simply refers to the length of time it takes for the body to remove 50 percent of a drug’s concentration. Caffeine has an average half-life of five to seven hours. Let’s say that you have a cup of coffee after your evening dinner, around 7:30 p.m. This means that by 1:30 a.m., 50 percent of that caffeine may still be active and circulating throughout your brain tissue. In other words, by 1:30 a.m., you’re only halfway to completing the job of cleansing your brain of the caffeine you drank after dinner.

There’s nothing benign about that 50 percent mark, either. Half a shot of caffeine is still plenty powerful, and much more decomposition work lies ahead throughout the night before caffeine disappears. Sleep will not come easily or be smooth throughout the night as your brain continues its battle against the opposing force of caffeine. Most people do not realize how long it takes to overcome a single dose of caffeine, and therefore fail to make the link between the bad night of sleep we wake from in the morning and the cup of coffee we had ten hours earlier with dinner."

"It is worth pointing out that caffeine is a stimulant drug. Caffeine is also the only addictive substance that we readily give to our children and teens"

"Similar to an unbalanced diet in which you only eat carbohydrates and are left malnourished by the absence of protein, short-changing the brain of either NREM or REM sleep—both of which serve critical, though different, brain and body functions—results in a myriad of physical and mental ill health, as we will see in later chapters. When it comes to sleep, there is no such thing as burning the candle at both ends—or even at one end—and getting away with it."

"Many of the explanations for why we sleep circle around a common, and perhaps erroneous, idea: sleep is the state we must enter in order to fix that which has been upset by wake."

"But what if we turned this argument on its head? What if sleep is so useful—so physiologically beneficial to every aspect of our being—that the real question is: Why did life ever bother to wake up? Considering how biologically damaging the state of wakefulness can often be, that is the true evolutionary puzzle here, not sleep. Adopt this perspective, and we can pose a very different theory: sleep was the first state of life on this planet, and it was from sleep that wakefulness emerged."

"Humans are not sleeping the way nature intended. The number of sleep bouts, the duration of sleep, and when sleep occurs have all been comprehensively distorted by modernity."

"Have you ever wondered about the meaning of the term “midnight”? It of course means the middle of the night, or, more technically, the middle point of the solar cycle. And so it is for the sleep cycle of hunter-gatherer cultures, and presumably all those that came before. Now consider our cultural sleep norms. Midnight is no longer “mid night.” For many of us, midnight is usually the time when we consider checking our email one last time—and we know what often happens in the protracted thereafter. Compounding the problem, we do not then sleep any longer into the morning hours to accommodate these later sleep-onset times. We cannot. Our circadian biology, and the insatiable early-morning demands of a post-industrial way of life, denies us the sleep we vitally need. At one time we went to bed in the hours after dusk and woke up with the chickens. Now many of us are still waking up with the chickens, but dusk is simply the time we are finishing up at the office, with much of the waking night to go. Moreover, few of us enjoy a full afternoon nap, further contributing to our state of sleep bankruptcy."

"Related, the REM-sleep gift of facilitating accurate recognition and comprehension allows us to make more intelligent decisions and actions as a consequence. More specifically, the coolheaded ability to regulate our emotions each day—a key to what we call emotional IQ—depends on getting sufficient REM sleep night after night. (If your mind immediately jumped to particular colleagues, friends, and public figures who lack these traits, you may well wonder about how much sleep, especially late-morning REM-rich sleep, they are getting.)

Second, and more critical, if you multiply these individual benefits within and across groups and tribes, all of which are experiencing an ever-increasing intensity and richness of REM sleep over millennia, we can start to see how this nightly REM-sleep recalibration of our emotional brains could have scaled rapidly and exponentially. From this REM-sleep-enhanced emotional IQ emerged a new and far more sophisticated form of hominid socioecology across vast collectives, one that helped enable the creation of large, emotionally astute, stable, highly bonded, and intensely social communities of humans."

"As this positive feedback loop took hold in exponential fashion, we formed, organized, maintained, and deliberatively shaped ever larger social groups. The rapidly increasing creative abilities could thus be spread more efficiently and rapidly, and even improved by that ever-increasing amount of hominid REM-sleep that enhances emotional and social sophistication. REM-sleep dreaming therefore represents a tenable new contributing factor, among others, that led to our astonishingly rapid evolutionary rise to power, for better and worse—a new (sleep-fueled), globally dominant social superclass."

"To be clear, not all medical problems of aging are attributable to poor sleep. But far more of our age-related physical and mental health ailments are related to sleep impairment than either we, or many doctors, truly realize or treat seriously."

"It was a saddening confirmation of my theory: the parts of our brain that ignite healthy deep sleep at night are the very same areas that degenerate, or atrophy, earliest and most severely as we age."

"I believe we should recognize and treat sleep impairments in the elderly with a similar regard and compassion, recognizing that they do, in fact, need just as much sleep as other adults."

"However, the capacity to forget can, in certain contexts, be as important as the need for remembering, both in day-to-day life (e.g., forgetting last week’s parking spot in preference for today’s) and clinically (e.g., in excising painful, disabling memories, or in extinguishing craving in addiction disorders). Moreover, forgetting is not just beneficial to delete stored information we no longer need. It also lowers the brain resources required for retrieving those memories we want to retain, similar to the ease of finding important documents on a neatly organized, clutter-free desk. In this way, sleep helps you retain everything you need and nothing that you don’t, improving the ease of memory recollection. Said another way, forgetting is the price we pay for remembering."

"Standing in front of the manager, staff, and players, I tell them about one of the most sophisticated, potent, and powerful—not to mention legal—performance enhancers that has real game-winning potential: sleep."

"A final benefit of sleep for memory is arguably the most remarkable of all: creativity. Sleep provides a nighttime theater in which your brain tests out and builds connections between vast stores of information. This task is accomplished using a bizarre algorithm that is biased toward seeking out the most distant, nonobvious associations, rather like a backward Google search. In ways your waking brain would never attempt, the sleeping brain fuses together disparate sets of knowledge that foster impressive problem-solving abilities. If you ponder the type of conscious experience such outlandish memory blending would produce, you may not be surprised to learn that it happens during the dreaming state—REM sleep. ... such informational alchemy conjured by REM-sleep dreaming has led to some of the greatest feats of transformative thinking in the history of the human race."

"No facet of the human body is spared the crippling, noxious harm of sleep loss. We are, as you will see, socially, organizationally, economically, physically, behaviorally, nutritionally, linguistically, cognitively, and emotionally dependent upon sleep."

"After thirty years of intensive research, we can now answer many of the questions posed earlier. The recycle rate of a human being is around sixteen hours. After sixteen hours of being awake, the brain begins to fail. Humans need more than seven hours of sleep each night to maintain cognitive performance. After ten days of just seven hours of sleep, the brain is as dysfunctional as it would be after going without sleep for twenty-four hours. Three full nights of recovery sleep (i.e., more nights than a weekend) are insufficient to restore performance back to normal levels after a week of short sleeping. Finally, the human mind cannot accurately sense how sleep-deprived it is when sleep-deprived."

"There are many things that I hope readers take away from this book. This is one of the most important: if you are drowsy while driving, please, please stop. It is lethal. To carry the burden of another’s death on your shoulders is a terrible thing. Don’t be misled by the many ineffective tactics people will tell you can battle back against drowsiness while driving."

"Insufficient sleep does not, therefore, push the brain into a negative mood state and hold it there. Rather, the under-slept brain swings excessively to both extremes of emotional valence, positive and negative.

You may think that the former counter-balances the latter, thereby neutralizing the problem. Sadly, emotions, and their guiding of optimal decision and actions, do not work this way. Extremity is often dangerous. Depression and extreme negative mood can, for example, infuse an individual with a sense of worthlessness, together with ideas of questioning life’s value. There is now clearer evidence of this concern. Studies of adolescents have identified a link between sleep disruption and suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts, and, tragically, suicide completion in the days after. One more reason for society and parents to value plentiful sleep in teens rather than chastise it, especially considering that suicide is the second-leading cause of death in young adults in developed nations after car accidents."

"If you were one of the individuals who were obtaining just five to six hours each night or less, you were 200 to 300 percent more likely to suffer calcification of your coronary arteries over the next five years, relative to those individuals sleeping seven to eight hours. The deficient sleep of those individuals was associated with a closing off of the critical passageways that should otherwise be wide open and feeding the heart with blood, starving it and significantly increasing the risk of a coronary heart attack."

"short sleep (of the type that many adults in first-world countries commonly and routinely report) will increase hunger and appetite, compromise impulse control within the brain, increase food consumption (especially of high-calorie foods), decrease feelings of food satisfaction after eating, and prevent effective weight loss when dieting."

"As the theory predicted, it was the dreaming state of REM sleep—and specific patterns of electrical activity that reflected the drop in stress-related brain chemistry during the dream state—that determined the success of overnight therapy from one individual to the next. It was not, therefore, time per se that healed all wounds, but instead it was time spent in dream sleep that was providing emotional convalescence. To sleep, perchance to heal.

Sleep, and specifically REM sleep, was clearly needed in order for us to heal emotional wounds."

"Using LED devices at night impacts our natural sleep rhythms, the quality of our sleep, and how alert we feel during the day. The societal and public health ramifications, discussed in the penultimate chapter, are not small. I, like many of you, have seen young children using electronic tablets at every opportunity throughout the day . . . and evening. The devices are a wonderful piece of technology. They enrich the lives and education of our youth. But such technology is also enriching their eyes and brains with powerful blue light that has a damaging effect on sleep—the sleep that young, developing brains so desperately need in order to flourish."

"The obvious methods involve reducing caffeine and alcohol intake, removing screen technology from the bedroom, and having a cool bedroom. In addition, patients must (1) establish a regular bedtime and wake-up time, even on weekends, (2) go to bed only when sleepy and avoid sleeping on the couch early/mid-evenings, (3) never lie awake in bed for a significant time period; rather, get out of bed and do something quiet and relaxing until the urge to sleep returns, (4) avoid daytime napping if you are having difficulty sleeping at night, (5) reduce anxiety-provoking thoughts and worries by learning to mentally decelerate before bed, and (6) remove visible clockfaces from view in the bedroom, preventing clock-watching anxiety at night."

"The loud-and-proud corporate mentality of sleeplessness as the model for success is evidentially wrong at every level of analysis we have explored. Sound sleep is clearly sound business. Nevertheless, many companies remain deliberately antisleep in their structured practices. Like flies set in amber, this attitude keeps their businesses in a similarly frozen state of stagnation, lacking in innovation and productivity, and breeding employee unhappiness, dissatisfaction, and ill health."

"It is clear that a tired, under-slept brain is little more than a leaky memory sieve, in no state to receive, absorb, or efficiently retain an education. To persist in this way is to handicap our children with partial amnesia. Forcing youthful brains to become early birds will guarantee that they do not catch the worm, if the worm in question is knowledge or good grades. We are, therefore, creating a generation of disadvantaged children, hamstrung by a privation of sleep. Later school start times are clearly, and literally, the smart choice.

One of the most troubling trends emerging in this area of sleep and brain development concerns low-income families—a trend that has direct relevance to education. Children from lower socioeconomic backgrounds are less likely to be taken to school in a car, in part because their parents often have jobs in the service industry demanding work start times at or before six a.m. Such children therefore rely on school buses for transit, and must wake up earlier than those taken to school by their parents. As a result, those already disadvantaged children become even more so because they routinely obtain less sleep than children from more affluent families. The upshot is a vicious cycle that perpetuates from one generation to the next—a closed-loop system that is very difficult to break out of. We desperately need active intervention methods to shatter this cycle, and soon."

"We can scale this solution globally: anywhere there is immunization and the opportunity to track an individual’s sleep, there is the chance for marked cost savings to health-care systems, governments, and businesses, all with the motivated goal of trying to help people live healthier lives."

"This silent sleep loss epidemic is the greatest public health challenge we face in the twenty-first century in developed nations. If we wish to avoid the suffocating noose of sleep neglect, the premature death it inflicts, and the sickening health it invites, a radical shift in our personal, cultural, professional, and societal appreciation of sleep must occur.

I believe it is time for us to reclaim our right to a full night of sleep, without embarrassment or the damaging stigma of laziness. In doing so, we can be reunited with that most powerful elixir of wellness and vitality, dispensed through every conceivable biological pathway. Then we may remember what it feels like to be truly awake during the day, infused with the very deepest plenitude of being."

I highly recommend this book for everybody. We all deserve to get a good 7+ hours of sleep every night, and it helps so much to know the great health benefits of sleep too. So, please read this book, and please get more sleep if you don't regularly get 7+ hours of sleep every night. This year, I wanna invest in a sleep tracker and try to get a regular 7+ hours of sleep every night too. LET’S GET THOSE ZZZZ’S, PEOPLE.

WRITING STYLE - ⭐⭐⭐⭐

ENTERTAINMENT LEVEL - 💔💔💔

BOOK COVER DESIGN - ⭐⭐⭐

OVERALL BOOK RATING - ⭐⭐⭐⭐

#why we sleep #book review

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