For those of you who write military fics

If you have never been in, or aren’t around people who’ve been in, I would dearly love to give you a few pointers.

Let me preface this: I love it when people write military fics (be they AU or canon-fic). I love the characterizations, the story arcs you create, and the love with which you create the stories.

But I’d like to help you make the actions of military personnel as accurate as possible, so someone who’s actually in doesn’t start to read your fic and roll their eyes at some of the things you unknowingly write.

-First off, you do not salute in civilian clothes. It’s actually unauthorized. There are only two exceptions to this rule: the President is allowed to salute in civvies, and if the national anthem is playing outdoors, combat veterans are now allowed to salute. (That came about in 2010, for accurate reference.)

-Do not salute indoors, unless during a formation (but I doubt people who don’t have intimate knowledge of drill and ceremony would bother writing about a formation, so that point is mostly just thrown in for shits and giggles). 

-The army and air force do not say, “sir, yes sir”. That’s a marine thing (I’m not sure about the navy, since I’m not in the navy, but I’m sure someone else could help out if there’s a question about it).

-Saying “black ops” isn’t really something we do. For the army, you’ve got SF (which is how we refer to special forces–the guys you’re probably thinking about (”green beret” is an old term for them that’s not really used anymore)) and Rangers for the two big special operations forces. SEALS are the navy force, and I apologize, but I don’t know the other branches’ special forces. Again, ask someone who’s served in that branch.

-People don’t usually refer to themselves (or others) by their ranks. Exceptions are usually made if hanging out with people from your unit speaking about a superior, such as “Yeah, LT and I were talking the other day and …”. 

-Sergeants are not referred to as “sarge”. You have no idea how many people got the shit smoked out of them in basic for that error.

-Army goes through Basic Training (or Basic Combat Training now; BCT for short), and marines go through Boot Camp. Yes, there is definitely a difference in terms. Army people tend to refer to their initial training as simply “basic”. I don’t know about marines or other branches.

-Calling someone “Soldier” is really something only done on TV/film. It’s usually mocked by people who are in.

-In the army, it is against regulation to just stick your hands in your pockets. We mockingly call them “Air Force gloves”, though I don’t know if they typically put their hands in their pockets. There is also a big stigma against wearing “snivel gear”: the poly pro cold-weather protection gear worn underneath your uniform.

-The everyday Army uniforms are called ACUs (Army Combat Uniform). They are never called anything else, but especially not fatigues. If you’re going back to 2003 or earlier, the uniform was BDUs, or the Battle Dress Uniform. The tan uniforms worn during the Gulf War and first few years of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF) and Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF; Afghanistan) were called first chocolate chips (gulf war-era) and then DCUs (Desert Combat Uniform). 

-The dress uniform is called something different depending on what time period you’re going for. Saying “dress uniform” is usually a good bet, because you’ve also got Class A’s, Class B’s, ASUs, Dress Blues, Khakis, etc. 

-Typically when meeting someone else who’s in, the first things you ask are, “What’s your MOS (military occupational specialty–your job)? Where were you stationed?” Giving out rank and deployment backgrounds out of the blue don’t usually happen. 

-Time spent in the military is usually referred to as simply being “in”. “How long were you in for?” is heard way more often than “how long did you serve for?” That question is usually asked by civilians. 

-There are enlisted, and there are officers. Enlisted are those who start out as privates, work their way up through the NCO, or non-commissioned officer ranks: sergeant (called “buck sergeant” in a derogatory term for someone who has been freshly promoted), staff sergeant, sergeant first class, and eventually get to first sergeants and sergeants major after fifteen to thirty years in. Officers also usually start out as privates and specialists, then graduate from college and commission as second lieutenants (the derogatory term is “butter bar” and is usually used in reference to said officer’s lack of experience and knowledge) before working up to first lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel (”light colonel”), and colonel (”full bird”). The general timeline is making captain (”getting your railroad tracks”) after about 5-8 years for competent officers, and spending 5-10 years as a captain. 

-We do not stand at parade rest unless forced. Ever.

-Or at attention.

-When talking to an NCO, a lower enlisted will stand at parade rest. When talking to an officer, an enlisted will stand at attention.

-The highest ranking NCO is lower ranking than the lowest ranking officer. 

-If you want to throw in some humor, if there is a lower enlisted (E-4 (specialist) or below) joking with an NCO, and the lower enlisted says something, the NCO can snark back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you because you weren’t standing at the position of parade rest.” It’s a dick move usually to call people out for that, but it happens often enough that if you put that in a fic, someone who’s in will likely laugh at that for a few minutes.

-There is a term for a slacker in the army called POG (pronounced “pohg” with a long o). It stands for Personnel Other than Grunt, meaning everyone who’s not infantry. The term has transformed to mean anyone who shirks their duty or is kind of a shitbag and should be kicked out. 

 -There’s also a bit of a stereotype that infantry are made up of dumb guys, because you don’t need a high GT score to get that MOS. Their nomenclature for their MOS is 11B (eleven bravo), which is often referred to as an “eleven bang-bang” when trying to insult them. 

-If someone is making someone else do push-ups, they do not say “drop and give me x number”. They’ll tell them either to push, or tell them to get in the front-leaning rest. The front-leaning rest position is the starting position for the push-up. 

-Usually referring to basic training and AIT (advanced individual training, where you learn your military occupational specialty), you get “smoked” on a regular basis. This refers to PT (physical training), usually in the form of push-ups, flutter kicks, and sprints. It’s not fun. One of the least favorite phrases to hear in basic is, “Platoon, attention! Half-left face! Front leaning rest position, move. In cadence! Exercise!” Because that is the full command for getting people to do push-ups. There is literally no other reason for the half-left face movement. It honestly exists only for push-ups.

-It is awkward as fuck to be told “thank you for your service”. It’s wonderful that people want to show their support, but it is very difficult to respond to that without sounding like a douche.

I know I said a lot about basic training in there, but that’s because I tend to read a lot of fics that are either about basic or about deployments. I can give some pretty firm answers on basic, but everyone’s deployment is different, and I also could be violating a shit-ton of OPSEC (operation security) by telling you guys specific details about deployments. Everything I’ve told you is information you can look up on your own on the internet, but this is a bit more insider’s culture for you to help make your stuff more accurate.

And if you ever find yourself writing a military fic and have questions, by all means, inbox me. I’ve been in for almost nine years and I do have one deployment under my belt, so I can give you accurate army info. I’ve never served in any other branch, though, but I can probably give you a little bit more accurate info than what the movies do if you’ve got general questions.

Also, if you’ve got questions about PTSD, I can help with that. It’s not the cake walk that a good deal of fics portray it as, and it doesn’t always involve nightmares and aversion to touch. It can present as depression, intense anger issues, pulling away from loved ones, driving in the middle of the road, freaking out over pops, bangs, crashes and other unexpected noises, being easily startled by things other than noises, hypervigilance, the inability to sit with one’s back to the room, sudden bouts of anger, depression, tears, silence, or mood swings, among many others.

-Also, please, please, if you’re going to write about someone with a disability, or something that gave them a medical discharge, talk to me about the VA first, unless you’ve got a lot of knowledge about them. Not only am I in, but I’ve also worked professionally for the VA, some of that time in enrollment and eligibility, so I know a lot about disability pensions, who would qualify, what type of benefits they would qualify for, etc. I also know the ways that people can accidentally get screwed over from the VA. (It’s actually one of my long-term professional goals to change some of those things, so I am very passionate and very knowledgeable about it.)

TL;DR: I know shit about the military and the VA. Ask me if you have accuracy questions.

anonymous asked:

Hi😘omg i loveyour blog so so much and i am so grateful that i found your bolg and your fics you can't even imagine. I was just reading every story in your mastelist and if you don't mind or when you have time can u make a fic where eleana is realy pregnant? Not where she lost another baby or where kaden bought clothes for orphan chids❤️❤️❤️pls and thank you

Since so many people have asked and I keep avoiding it, I guess I can give you a lil something. 

Or a 2k word something. All in the name of fun.

Psst. For some more you can look at my masterlist here if you want.


Eleana watched as Drakon, the almighty and powerful, fluffed the cushions at her feet so she was more comfortable. She was laying on a couch, her long hair tangled around a myriad of pillows and her arms happily twisted in a white velvet blanket.

“Now how is that?” The bronze male asked. His eyebrows had knitted together and his hands were now steadily stationed on his hips. He ran an eye over her, evaluating whether he thought she had sufficient comfort or not.

“Perfect. Thank you.” Eleana offered him a sweet but tired smile.

He grinned at her, and pulled up a chair to sit at her head. Drakon was keeping her company while Kaden was off gallivanting with Miryam, and Eleana was thankful for it. Otherwise, she would be a nervous wreck. Her mate certainly was, no matter how hard he tried to disguise it, and Drakon and Miryam were not only very good distractions, but also wonderful hosts and people.

Eleana ran a hand down her bulging stomach. Only two weeks to go and she would finally be a mother. The pregnancy had been a hard one, she was sick every day and was often too weak to leave the house. Kaden was in ruins over her state, and constantly tried to siphon her pain to him through the bond. She kept reminding him that it’s not how the bond worked – you’d think he’d have it down after so long – but he insisted on trying anyway. She loved him for it, but also worried about how he might fare if… how he might fare if this pregnancy ended the way all their others had.

“There is something I need to tell you.” Drakon placed one hand on her forehead, and the other on her hands now settled on her belly.

“Yes?” Eleana rapidly became nervous, her mind thinking of the worst-case scenarios. It wasn’t Kaden, he was still sending messages of love through the bond every five bloody minutes, and it wasn’t Prythian. She had spies set up so she would know if anything major happened at her homeland while she was gone. So what made Drakon speak with such severity in his voice?

“Rhys and Feyre are coming.” Drakon said, and it was much worse than anything Eleana could’ve predicted.

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Sometimes you need a long, hard workout to reset and remind yourself that you CAN handle whatever is thrown at you. I needed this today. I put in 2 miles, running about half of it. I can run on pavement pretty ok now but the uneven ground of trail running is still a no-go. I also worked arms, abs, did all my PT exercises, and did some yoga.

3x12. Tricep Pushdowns
3x21. Bicep Curl
3x12. Tricep Push-ups (modified)
1x50. Barbell Bicep Curls
1x50. Overhead Triceps

Dead Bugs
Flutter Kicks
Pike Ab Lifts

It was a lot. But today I needed it. I am proud of myself for not stress-eating and keeping my cool today. I’ll take a long workout to help relieve stress any day. It’s so much better for my mind and it benefits my body as well.

1st day

Hi, guys. Let’s do the 1st day of working out. But first things first:

1. I always do abs and arms. 

2. I run 3 times per week (max). But if you guys run twice a week, that’s really good, too.

3. Don’t ever do more than you can. Respect your limits. If there’s something here you can’t do, don’t do it. Better take it slow and progress each and every day, than actually pull a muscle or something else and have to stop everything. That goes for running, too.

4. I follow the Darebee’s workout programmes. So, if you want to complement this a bit more, you can go to their website and get some really good ones. I fully recommend using their resources. And it’s all free.

Okay, now, for the 1st day.

It looks scary, but we’re not doing everything. I only do a line per day, so I can do abs every day and mix it with arms. So, today, I did the second line: leg raises, flutter kicks and hollow hold. You can do as many sets as you’d like, as long as you do at least 3.

Remember to take your time and not rush it. Take a 30 seconds rest between sets and a 2 minute rest between exercises.

For arms:

Use the weights you feel comfortable with. You should be able to do the exercises without extreme effort. That means, you should have a little trouble finishing the exercises (like, you arms are sore during the last set), but not so much that will hurt you. If you don’t feel a bit sore after it, you’re not doing it hard enough. But it’s just a bit sore. Don’t go using weights heavier than you should. Start light and go heavier bit by bit until you find the right weight.

Now, I mix the exercises up so I don’t feel too tired too soon. I also add some more exercises, so to get the results I want. So, what I did today was, in order:

. 5 sets of 20 leg raises
. 4 sets of arnold press (12-10-8-8)
. 5 sets of 20 flutter kicks
. 4 sets of push-ups (12-12-10-10)
. 5 sets of 20 seconds hollow hold
. 4 sets of lateral raises (7-7-6-5-)
. 4 sets of crunches *
. 4 sets of tricep extensions (6-5-5-4)
. 4 sets of V-ups (10-10-8-6)
. 4 sets of bench presses (12-10-10-8) **
. 4 sets of bicep curls (12-10-10-8)

* The 4 sets of crunches go as following:
     . 20 crunches
     . 10 side crunches (per side)
     . 20 sit ups

** You don’t need an actual bench press to do it. Just use the weights as if you were on a bench press.

After all that workout, it’s running day. I’ll tell you what I did, but each person has their own rhythm, so don’t force it. Go as slow as you need and a bit faster each time. 

But remember to run at least 30 min. That’s how long you need for it to actually do its effects.

I did:

. 15 min at 8.5
. 5 min at 6.0
. 5 min at 8.0
. 8 min at 5.5 (until I completed 4km)

Well, this is it for today. It seems like a lot, but it’s not. You should take between an hour to 2 hours to complete this. And this is a full workout, so even if you do this only 2-3 times a week, you already get a full workout.

If you guys have any questions, fell free to PM me. 

And don’t forget: don’t ever force it. Go as light or as slow as you need and then slowly find your own rhythm. Be safe, first and foremost. 

Chapter Sixty-Seven

A/N: I loved writing this chapter, so I really hope you enjoy it. It’s pretty long, and I was going to split it into parts, but then I thought - you know what, who cares? I’ll just give you guys all of it at once. Now that Trooping the Colour is over, I’m posting it a day early as tomorrow it is Father’s Day and I’m also working, so I wouldn’t get a chance to post it  🎉

There is also, for the first time, a mature part to this chapter *gasp*. It starts with *M* and ends with *EM*, so don’t read that if you’re under 18 or you don’t want to (it’s nothing very graphic, though, I didn’t want to write anything too explicit). I just thought them being reunited was the best time to include a little smut. 

So with all that said, I hope you enjoy 😊💖

Emmy stood beside Claire and Edward, impatiently shuffling her feet while forever glancing at the arrival time. The last two days without Harry had dragged, but now here she was, waiting for him and the rest of the team to arrive. She was not a fan of Edward’s plan for her and Zach to convince Kian that they were having an affair, and she was hoping she could convince Edward to change it slightly, but Harry’s imminent return had forced that thought from her mind. Right now, all she cared about was seeing Harry again.

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Don’t Care

This is a little extra to Got7′s song “Don’t Care.” I’d been working on this today so feel free to share and make this one of your favorites. I’m taking requests so feel free to inbox me with your scenarios and I’ll try my hardest to recreate them. This will have a part 2 so stick around. 

Word Count: 2655

Type: Fluff, Angst, lil ol smut

“There’s an awning." 
As you run under, your heels come down hard on the pavement, thunder ringing out in the afternoon shower. How could you not have known about this?
Your clothes were now a mess. From head to foot you were soaked, your hair framing your face as the water dripped down your chest, soaking into your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Ah…guess we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
JB ran his hand through his hair, flicking the water off as as shook his leather jacket. He was no different, his earrings glistening as water fell from the onyx hoops. His burgundy hair slicked away from his sharp features, tasseled at his expense, falling in his eyes as he looked around.

You never expected to see him..Well..you hadn’t in almost 3 months. One day you guys had woken up, staring at one another in the silence. His smile made your heart soar. Every time you giggled you felt the thunderous roar of his own shaking the bed. Everything was perfect.
The next thing you knew, he’d started yelling and before you could catch on to what was going on-
“I can’t do this anymore. We should end this before things get bad.”
He grabbed his things after that and left, slamming the door as he went. No matter how many texts you sent and calls you made he ignored them all.
You cried every day and didn’t sleep that first month…things were just turning around since then, this was the first day you’d decided to leave the house.
To enjoy some solitude and have some lunch on the patio of your favorite restaurant. Just a block away in the cross walk however, a loud group passed by, and one of them knocked the clutch from your hand.
By the time you looked behind, he’d picked it up and dusted it off.
When his eyes met yours you both stopped..
JB was the one who’d knocked against you. Frozen in the cross walk, you could only stare, afraid that anything you could say will result in your anger and confusion to come boiling out after finally getting a leash on it.
You gulped..hard.
You’d forgotten what it felt like to hear him say your name. The butterflies started in your heart, but we’re quickly smashed by the stone of pain down to your belly, where they flapped one last time before completely dying out.
He’d dumped you without warning. Don’t be an idiot falling into his lap when you see him. You’ve got better things to do and right now you are enjoying yourself.
“I’m sorry do I know you?”
“Y/N don’t be like that, you know me-”
The cars blared at the two of you, Jinyoung and Jackson had already been on the other side of the street waiting for him.
“Hyung, let’s go. We’re gonna miss lunch if you keep up.”

JB looked back momentarily as the horns went off again before grabbing you by the small of your back and pushing you to the other side of the street, trying to find a way to speak. 
“Your friends are waiting for you, you should go. And give me back my clutch-”
You tried snatching it from him, but he jolted it above his head and out of your reach.
“No way. Not until I talk to you.”
“Yeah right, you up and left 3 months ago without saying a word.”
“Without saying a word?! Are you serious? You-”
Jackson ran up beside them, looking at the female quizzically before he snapped his fingers.
“Y/N?! God it’s good to see you, you look great!”
He smiled halfway, your anger still coiling itself around you as your eyes cut back to JB.
“You too Jackson-”
“Listen if you don’t mind I’m just gonna be a second-”
“Like hell you are, you owe me an explanation Im Jaebum.”
His eyes cut to yours, a flash of darkness taking over.
“..Don’t call my name like that Jagi.”
“I’m not your Jagi anymore, Im Jaebum.”

JB nearly growled as he lowered the bag, making Jinyoung step in to try diffusing the bad blood between you two.
“Ok ok. Look. You two are in no place to talk about anything. So how about you go get lunch with Kit, me and Jackson will be fine.”
“No, I’m going to my favorite restaurant and I don’t want him-”
“The one down on G street?…I like that place..”
“Yeah cause of me and I really don’t want to eat with you.”
“LOOK. You two are in public. How about you go handle this elsewhere, OVER LUNCH and not on the street. OK?”
Jinyoung wasn’t giving us an option. He was hangry and we were keeping him up.

“…fine. But you’re paying.”
“You heard me. You owe me after 3 months of hell.”
As you snatched your clutch away and walked ahead, you grumbled loudly; clearly wanting to get this over with.

As you walked, it was awkward for a while, your heels clicking loudly as you tried staying a good distance away. But his legs were much longer than yours, and before you knew it you were tired.
“Y/N…why..I mean..what the hell…”
As you neared the restaurant, you saw the busy line leading out the door and then some, making you whine loudly.
As you pouted, thunder rang overhead, and a second later you were pelted by heavy showers.
Fast forward after making a break for the awning about a block away from your original destination, you leaned against the metal beam absolutely finished with this.

“Your fault.”
You retorted quickly.
“Your. Fault. First I see you, then my restaurant is crowded, now I’m stuck, drenched under an awning and hungry. You ruined my day. Your. Fault.”
JB glared at you for only a moment before sighing openly.
“I’m not your Jagi, stop calling me that.”

It was silent before he let go an exasperated sigh, pulling his hair from his eyes once again. 
“…you ruined that 3 months ago…you can’t call me that anymore…J..”
You crossed your arms in tight, a chill dancing its way up your arms as that day played back in your mind again.

“Would you stop interrupting me? Jeez Y/N..you know, for the past 3 months I’ve seriously been a mess and couldn’t figure out why. I know now it’s cause of you.”

You stayed silent, swallowing the comment as the fluttering kicked up once again. You stared out at the rain, half enjoying it, half cursing it as the heavy pelts clapped against the metal sheet above you.

“You..really don’t know why any of this happened do you..?”
His gaze meeting yours momentarily as you looked up. When the tears threatened to fall, you looked away, exhausted with the ordeal.

"You know JB? If I would’ve gone to lunch with y/bf/n today like I’d planned I would’ve never saw you. I wouldn’t be cold and drenched. I wouldn’t be hungry either. But I am. And I still don’t know what I’m doing standing under this awning with you.”

Tears fell as you tried turning from his view, but your voice had forsaken you as it broke.
“3 months ago I called you at least 100 times that day. I didn’t understand anything. 3 years JB. 3 whole years and you just dumped it without so much as even a tear. I wished everyday it was a joke. A test of some kind. But one day I woke up and knew you weren’t coming back. I slept in your shirts, wore your robe. Sprayed your cologne. Hell, I’m still wearing this stupid ring.”

You wanted to take it off and throw it at him, but all you could do was twist it around your finger, the onyx and gold band bringing you solace in the overflow of confusion.

“…For what’s is worth, I’m still wearing mine..”
A throaty, pained chuckle left you as those cursed wings started up again.  
“I read every text, called you back at night..but couldn’t get past the first ring. Your favorite shirt I keep inside my pillow case..your perfume I spray on my bed so you’re the first one I think of..when I wake..”
JB wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. The inside was dry and comfy as he pulled the lapels close to your neck. You felt like shrugging it off, but when his cologne hit your nose you breathed in deep. The one you like so much..you bought it for him for Christmas..
“And when I went to sleep.”
His eyes met yours, before grazing over your lips, then your damp cleavage. That darkness flashed across his features once again as his hands rubbed down your forearms, those huge palms warm compared to your soft skin.
When he’d patted the tears away, you found yourself nearly leaning into his touch. Your eyes closed briefly before meeting his once again. 
The fight in you drained away as quickly as the rain trapped you here. You just couldn’t refuse JB. He submitted into your charms every time. Kryponite. There was no refusing the way you felt. No denying any of it..He shouldn’t have ever left you. If all it took was a simple touch to know the truth.
“Then…why did you…”
“I also dreamt of you. Every night. Thought of you every single moment. I never wanted to be alone because I missed being alone with you. Remember that picture you stuck in my mirror a week before that happened? The one of you in the park?”
“I kissed it every single day, took it with me on those late nights at the studio. Held it to my heart when I needed you most.”
JB came in closer, the words spilling from his mouth bringing down every wall you’d built. 

“Today was the first time I’d really went out for me. To enjoy the boys company and some good food to talk..about you.”
“..why me..?”
“They’d been wondering what happened since I came home that day, I was completely livid..angry..breaking shit..Jackson was the only one home..so when he grabbed me..I lost it..”

His voice broke momentarily, tears threatening to fall as he looked away.

“Why..I mean what would you even..?”
“Everything..from every strand of hair down to your toes. To your high pitched laugh, and the way your right leg twitches when you sleep. To your hands and the way you play with them when you get anxious.”
JB smiled as he watched you twiddle with the ring around your finger once again before intertwining them with his own as he inched even closer. 

His voice was so low, an amorous tone flitting its way through your heart and up your spine before curling up warmly and taking res in your lower belly. JB was weak to no one but you, his eyes kept finding yours as you bit your lip before his hand trapped you beneath him with his chest pressed lightly to yours. JB always trapped you like this, and you couldnt help the way you instantly took hold of his forearms. That was just what happened when he got close..when he gave you that look. It felt good..his body warm, smooth, evasive yet invited. You wanted him crowding you, needed him to.

“To those beautiful big eyes that always looked at me cutely. To your nose that crinkled when you pout..to those lips..”
His thumb lightly brushed against your lower lip, back and forth before he’d caressed your jawline and gripped the nape of you neck as he used his thumb to make you look at him.
“Those petal soft lips that release the most beautiful voice..the cutest noises..the sexist moans and gasps I’ve ever heard. Theses lips that gave only me the softest kisses..”

His chest pressed in against yours more, making your grip tighten on him. The fixation on your lips lifted to meet your begging eyes.
It’d been 3 months since you last felt that kiss. Since you felt his warmth, since he’d been so close. You didn’t know how much you craved him till now. How your body absorbed all his heat, how you needed to feel those eyes on you. How that voice washed away everything those 3 months of damage had done, like a tiny wave pushing way at the sand.

“How you said-”
“Im Jaebum…”
He hissed, his member threatening to harden against your belly before chuckling.
“Just like that…especially when you need me…and you need me right now…don’t you Jagi..?”
JB searched your eyes as you exhaled, watching his lips as he spoke. The slight nod and mumble proved true to his question before he leaned in…just inches from your lips.

“I need you too Jagi..more than you could fathom.”
JB teased you, inching closer, hovering so as you could feel the warmth of those lips sure as if they were pressed hungrily against you.
The ache that left in his name had his lips pressed lightly at first, before he laced on another, and another till you gasped lightly against his lips. Your whole body shivered as his tongue grazed against your lip, invading you, taking your breathes as his hand cranked down harder on your neck. As a light, sinful moan escaped you, JB ran his fingers softly through your hair as his body flushed tight against yours. His arousal kicked up hard, and your hands gripped his waist, pulling him in more.

Pure need, passion and something dark poured into you, his tongue slipping in and out skillfully, giving you what you missed so eagerly. His hand crept up your spine, just the way you liked it; lightly, just his fingertips before they’d flatted out and pressed into your dimples. The one spot that had that aching moan leaving your lips, had your hands shaking, and your back arching seductively as he grabbed your hips. When your head went fuzzy he pulled away, your eyes still closed, lips puffy as you bit them to choke back the needy whine that’d threatened to escape you.

“Y/N…how about we take this to your place..we order some food. And talk there..ok?”
You managed a “huh?” Before he laughed at your dizzied expression.
“Food. Your place..I’ll pay. Deal?”
“Deal..just don’t stop kissing me.”

The throaty chuckle that left as he placed one long open mouth kiss on you, biting your lip and letting go with a pop, had you gasping as that warmth had began snaking down and sweltering inside your core.
“Chinese sound good to you?”
He placed another on you, going slower as you pulled him in more to grind himself against you.
“I’ll call now..and you call the taxi. Ok?”
“One more…”
Your eyes lifted slowly, pure need and sex glistening in them. JB shuddered, entranced in your gaze before he finally breathed.
“God I missed you..”
His lips assaulted yours eagerly, his hunger roaring as his thick arousal pressed into you hungrily.

A loud protest of hunger pushed between you like a needy child as JB pulled away, causing you to blush before your laughter rang out against heave of rain. 
“Alright, let’s get home and fed.”
“And talk?”
“Yes, and then talk.”
As he pulled out the phone he didn’t bother with the address. He’d known of for…well he’s never not known it. He practically lived there. The condo he shared with the boys was such a foreign placed since he’d been with you, he’d almost forgotten which room was his.
As you called for a taxi, you laid your head against his chest, listening to his heart thump loudly.
‘3 years and he’s still nervous around me.’
As you looked up, his gaze feigned true as rose hit his cheeks, making him smile as he’d cursed himself.
“I missed you.”
He smiled, and that heartbeat went faster.
“I missed you too.”

anonymous asked:

I love your ABO stuff. How about Alpha!Hux being the proudest and most protective ever of his pregnant and tired omega!Kylo?

Kylo is roused from his nap by a gentle pair of lips brushing against his forehead.

He moans quietly in protest of being woken up but once he blinks and the glowing silhouette of his alpha comes into focus, Kylo’s displeasure wears off quickly.

“It’s almost time for dinner,” Hux says, sitting down on the side of the bed, cupping Kylo’s cheek in his palm and smoothing his thumb across the omega’s pale skin. “I thought you may want to wash first.”

“How long have I been asleep?” Kylo asks. He shifts on the bed, pushing the blankets from his warm and nude body, absently rubbing his large tummy.

He isn’t sure why he’s taken to being naked when he and Hux are alone. Perhaps it’s from a comfort aspect; Kylo’s small selection of clothes had grown tight on his pregnant body extremely quickly, and with only two months to go, he’d argued against buying anything unnecessary to dress himself in.

But after seeing the sparkle in his alpha’s pale eyes, Kylo supposes that he chooses to forgo clothes because of Hux, because of the way his mate laps up the sight of his pale, stretched body when it’s on show, because of the way Hux doesn’t hesitate in smoothing his hands over every new bump and new curve that their pups have given him, because of the way his alpha tells him how beautiful he is.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hux replies quickly and moves his hand to cover Kylo’s. “You need your rest. You’re getting bigger by the day, Ren. My beautiful omega. I’m so proud of you. Look at how full you are.”

Kylo hums happily in response and closes his eyes. Even the feeling of Hux’s hand on the bare skin of his pregnant belly is enough to send his pups into an excited flutter, all seemingly kicking and squirming for their father’s attention.

“You’re agitating them,” Kylo retorts as he rolls over onto his back, enamoured by how large his bump is.

“I’m making them happy,” Hux says. “Just as you make me.”

Kylo isn’t ready for the fervent kiss that his alpha suddenly unleashes on him, sucking at his jawline before devouring his lips. Still pliant with sleep, Kylo moans quietly, allowing Hux to completely consume him in whichever way he desires.

With a tingling sensation spreading through his pelvis, Kylo wonders how long they have until their dinner arrives. When he feels his alpha’s hand slide down from his belly to his inner thigh, Kylo supposes they have enough time.

Simpler Things

Roads roll by
Doing flips and tricks
Knocking cars from their midst

Pavements flutter past
Butterfly kicks to strolling ankles
Knock me down, I’ll kiss the gravel

Lamp posts punctuate paces
Dropping light on the unexpected
A kiss here
A fight there
A small child is mesmerised by its height today

my little rosebud, I haven’t even laid my naked eyes on you and yet you’ve captured every ounce of my love. Every little movement, kick or flutter you make causes my heart do the same. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and against my chest, feel your tiny beating heart against mine. I will cherish every moment our bodies are connected, but I cannot wait until our eyes meet for the first time.

The 'Almost' Kiss

So I’ve always wondered… What IF Sota hadn’t rudely barged in and spoiled their kiss, but instead just showed up a little later? Just a little, like a few minutes later??? I put my own mind to ease u.u

Behold! I made something: (btw I’m basing this off of the English dub of the Final Act)


“I promised Kikyo that I’d fight; that’s why I have to do this, I have no choice.” Her tone was melancholy but determined as her eyes turned farther down to the carpet in front of where she sat against her bed. There was a small moment of silence between them, and the tension of the topic made her arms draw tighter around her raised knees. His eyes were on her; she could feel them. But there was no real comfort to offer when the topic of his once fallen love interest came up. Yet little did she know that just her presence alone was enough to dull the ache in his heart, and with every passing day she was by his side, the spot where Kagome’s presence was in his heart only grew larger, wanting to be acknowledged. He questioned when would be the right time to let Kikyo’s spot in him fade away only enough to where he could think of her and only feel a small sliver of sadness that so wrecked his mind and body the day she floated from his arms from the last time. There was truly no right way to go about doing this, but as he heard Kagome declare her promise to Kikyo despite all she’s endured, he knew he was going in the right direction.

“InuYasha, do you think- I’ll be stronger? Once the seal has been removed?” Her wary voice shook him from his thoughts, and he studied her words once over.

“So you chose to fight? Is that what you’re saying to me?” He was at that moment bewildered that this girl could hold so much bravery and strength for someone who had been cast into his world only a short time prior.

“I wanna see this through but I know I can’t stay with you guys unless I get stronger. Anyway, I should say thanks. It’s sweet that you would worry about me.” She stated at she turned to look at him, a small smile gracing her lips. InuYasha felt a small flicker of warmth light in his belly every time she smiled at him; it made him so nervous, the kind of nervous where it’s safer to say something little in way of blubbering like an idiot. But oh, how he wanted to spill his love for her out onto the floor like a high tide sweeps across the cold sand at night . “Uh, well I… I guess so.” It was all he could manage.

“Please just let me stay with you…” She said softly, and in one easy movement she had pushed herself against him and rested her hands atop her bent knees. To feel his rigid form against her soften quickly settled the turmoil in her heart a bit; she knew the time to chose which world she would stay in was coming, but she never wanted to leave his side. Kagome never wanted to be anywhere that he wasn’t. Her head lolled gently to the side to rest against his shoulder; he was so warm, so calming.

He could see the sadness pooling in her eyes and the busy thoughts plaguing her mind. Her plea to let her stay by him really made him feel foolish; how could he have requested her to stay here? He needed her by him, just like she needed him. And all it once it became glaringly obvious. There was no future he longed for if she wasn’t there, if she wasn’t alive.

“Kagome,” he said her name almost forlornly.

His hand grabbing hers startled her, and she looked up at him with confused eyes, a blush already starting to creep across her cheeks. “If that’s what you want, then I promise I’ll protect you with my life.”

His declaration was almost as solid as an ‘I love you’, but he couldn’t muster the courage to say those words. He hoped she understood why, and that deep down he wanted to shout it at the top of his lungs. “InuYasha…” Her voice shook in the wake of his golden eyes and the holes they were boring into her; she’d never seen this expression on him before. It was similar to that of the look he gave her long ago when he had almost kissed her because he had seen Kikyo, but now, he was seeing her, and only her. Kagome was the only one he saw now, present and future.

The nervous fluttering in her stomach kicked up with a power as suddenly she felt him leaning into her, his eyes still locked on hers. A gentle squeeze from his hand made her breath hitch softly, and she found herself leaning towards him too.

Is he going to kiss me? Yeah, I think he is!

And then, finally, his lips were on hers and her eyes were fluttering shut. Her mind momentarily reeled back to their brief kiss when she had turned corners and found no option to bring him back to her from his demon state, and had kissed him as a last fleeting decision.

This was nothing like that.

This time he was aware and running his hands down her arms as her hands, shaking, found their way up his chest and settled against his cheeks and where his human ears would be. His mouth slid over hers as he readjusted his lips, and for a brief second his lips were gone. It left her letting out a shaky breath and leaning farther into him, her mouth following his to try and find his lips again. Strong arms encircled her small waist and suddenly she was sat sideways in his lap, and after what felt like forever, her arms were around his neck and her mouth had found his. Kagome caught glimpse of his hazy eyes and his fangs peeking out from behind parted lips that sought out hers, and it only made her all the more excited.

Every time they moved their mouths to settle back into another lip lock, their hands would grow a little braver, discovering and memorizing how something felt. As his unwrapped from around her and ran up and down her slender back, her hands were smoothing back his silvery bangs and gripping the back of his head to bring him closer. There was nothing like it, he thought. Nothing could compare to having her settled against him, and to finally kiss her the way he wanted to was ranging from relief to overwhelming ecstasy. She thought when she let her rogue run along his bottom lip that’d he’d glare at her and question just what she was doing, but when he opened his mouth and his tongue danced with hers, she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her throat. The sound was enough to make shivers roll down his back, and in return he couldn’t stop his own throaty growl that resonated through his chest and into hers.

Another whimper tumbled passed her lips as she broke away for air, but his mouth wandered away and across her cheek, then along her jawline and beginning down her neck. “InuYasha!” She said breathlessly; his lips were so hot against her own feverish skin. If there was anymore euphoria to feel after this, she thought she might die. The seams of her heart that he had made and repaired before might just rip in the wake of the love she felt pooling from from every corner of her mind and body. His arms tightened around her when he felt his mental stability waver; after letting his tongue lap cautiously against her neck, the taste of her skin nearly threw him out of consciousness. Another breathy moan tickled the tops of his ears and they flicked.

“We’re hooome!” Mrs. Higurashi’s voice floated up the stairs, and before Kagome could hear it, InuYasha could hear Sota’s quick steps running down the hall and to her door. In a flash she was back beside him and they were trying to hide the blush on their cheeks.


Nervous 'hellos’ were exchanged between InuYasha and her family, and Kagome had done her best at not sounding hostile when she noted they’re unexpected arrival. But no matter what, the mood had been broken, but they could both still feel the arousal radiating off one another as she walked with him towards the well house.

“So you comin’ back?” He asked, moving to set one foot on the edge of the well before crawling on to perch on it.

“I told you I need to study to take my entrance exams.” She explained, and he glared at her. “How long?” He asked with a sigh.

“Give me ten days with no interruptions and I’m done!” She explained, clasping her hands in front of herself. His ears noticeably flattened against his head and he gave her a 'are-you-kidding-me?’ look. “Ten?!” He nearly yelled, and she shook her head.

“The less you bug me the faster I’ll get done.” She said firmly, and he finally waved his hand. “Fine. Ten days and I’m coming back for you.” He said gruffly, and she tittered a bit. But her smile was wiped clean when he turned away and jumped in. For a second she was shocked; he’s not going to say goodbye?

If it’d not been for their previous, heated moment she wouldn’t have payed much mind to his sudden departure. But now, she found herself a little hurt. With a sigh she turned to walk up the steps, but a rustle of thick robes made her spin back around. He was already lunging back out of the well and walking to her when he muttered, “Almost forgot.”

His hands were the ones to place against her cheeks this time as he graced her lips with a firm kiss. He could feel her smile against his mouth and hear the sigh of relief, and they almost found each other in another heated lip lock as her hands gripped his sleeves, but he pulled away reluctantly, keeping close to her.

“Ten days.” He said hoarsely, and she nodded with sleepy eyes, some pink dusting both of their cheeks.

“Ten days.” She repeated, and her voice cracked. Another lengthened kiss and a peck on the lips later, and his hands were sliding away from her cheeks and her hand slid down his arm all the way to his hand, hesitantly letting him go before he walked back to the well and once again perched on the edge. His eyes met hers, and she smiled shyly. He couldn’t help but grin, and then shook his head. “Ten days.” He groaned, and let himself fall back into the well, the glow of the time slip momentarily lighting the dark well house. She giggled softly, and placed her hands placed over her own cheeks. “I love you.” She whispered, but it felt so loud in her own ears.

As he came back out the other side of the well, he tried to hide the skip in his step and the ridiculous smile he was wearing before anyone saw, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t felt this alive since he’s been brought back from the dead, and it was all thanks to Kagome.


There it is, my take on the almost kiss! I so wish they had gone for it, or Sota hadn’t barged in ~_~ it would’ve been beautiful… Please don’t steal this! I’m actually quite proud of it ^.^ thanks to anyone who stops to read it!

anonymous asked:

Thank you for writing: I can't wait to see how Hanzo reacts. How about some baby fluff?

Thanks you for reading- and not baby (yet) but I hope it hits the spot

At first he thought it was the baby that woke him up.

That very well might have been the case- he could feel the little flutters and kicks inside his belly, the slow ache of his back- but more likely, it was the cowboy leaning over him that had disturbed him from his sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Any idea of how to body stim in bed?

I tend to shake my legs, and it tends to also shake my body (this one works best for me when I’m on my side). I also tap my shoulder with my fingers. I’ll also do a flutter kick with my legs or just flop over or lift my hands up and then drop them onto the bed so they bounce (his I tend to do on my front or back).

- Os

Anyone have other good stims?

Alot going on here and it’s been great.  I know my most recent posts have been art related but I am keeping up on the fitness side as well!  But before I go any further - you guys are just all so awesome and nice and kind to me with your likes, comments and support of my art.  I am not just talking about in recent weeks but for the past several years and all my up’s and down’s with it along the way.  I have just felt like I can rely on my friends (IRL and Internet alike) to keep me going chasing down that dream!

Ok so back to the basics, although the scale is up some, I am sticking to the plan, refocused my efforts on food and had some victories with being better at planning food in advance of engagements/events to make sure I dont let my guard down and resort to guilty pleasure eating.  And also getting back to using things as a reward instead of food.  My amazing keep drinks cold cup is one example, and purchasing some stuff for art shows and my little growing business is another!

Today’s practice was focused on stroke - of course I went with breast.

450 swim/pull

3 rounds, keep same stroke for whole round, then can switch

  • 8x25 stroke, 85% effort, count strokes, on :40
  • 100 perfect free
  • 2x75 stroke, 85% effort, hold stroke count from before, on 1:40
  • 100 pull free

8x50 with fins on 1:10

  • 12.5 yards kick underwater dolphin
  • 12.5 yards kick flutter on back easy
  • 12.5 yards kick underwater dolphin
  • 12.5 yards sprint swim free


27. “Everything hurts.”
29. “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe.”

Requested by Anon.

Stefan X Reader


Stefan pulled you away from the party and into an empty room. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you.

“What?” You exhaled, scrunching your face at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I am just curious why you won’t acknowledge me? It’s been what-” he looked up to the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze. “3 months now?”

You felt you stomach flutter, as anxiety kicked in. It has been a while since you’ve talked to Stefan. But you had your reasons.

“I’ve been busy. Now let’s get back to the party.” You muttered.

He didn’t make any movements. Instead just kept his gaze on you. “That’s crap. I’ve went to check up on you since you were clearly ignoring my calls and texts.” He stated. “Is there something I did?”

“You really don’t know do you?” You whispered.
“I’m in love with you Stefan. But you chose Elena. You always choose her.”

His eye brows furrowed and his mouth slowly opened.

“I thought I was over you because I mean, it’s been forever. But seeing you tonight, with her is killing me.” You felt the tears roll down your cheeks. “Everything hurts. It’s like you threw me in front of a bus. It hurts so bad I can’t breathe!”


“I want you to be happy. But I can’t sit here and watch you two. I’m sorry.”

Before he could say another word, you turned on your heels and immediately headed out to your car.

Leaving Stefan alone, confused and more importantly, ashamed.

He didn’t know if he should run after you or not. Even though every part of him wanted too.

tell-that-to-my-feather  asked:

Favorite ab workout?

(1) plank series (1 min, 40 sec, 30 sec, 20 sec)

(2) side planks (30 seconds each, 2x)

(3) lying leg raise

(4) leg pull-in-knee up

(5) flutter kicks

(6) reverse crunches

(7) alternate heel touches

(8) plank to pushup 

(9) scissors

(10) scissors leg lifts

(11) my FAV - decline crunches ft. russian twists - a bench is required, partner required, & medicine ball required. set bench to 45 degrees incline, (or whatever you want it to be)

- have partner pass you the ball,

- go all the way back,

- do one crunch,

- stay in crunch position and do russian twists,

- go back down,

- repeat. 

start with smaller weight wise for your medicine ball - you’ll still get a good workout… it is better to do this exercise correctly than push yourself & potentially hurt your body. i usually start with 2 russian twists, then 4, then 6,… & so on.

there is an example of this workout (just the crunch portion) & you can find it here