not so happy with this but all for amanda :)

Sometimes the customer is wrong for unrelated reasons.

Due to the well of my friends’ “def not an axe murderer” date recommendations drying up, I have turned to that most sacred of modern relationship institutions: online dating. As a very busy person trying to get it in with other very busy people, I prize honestly and directness above all else when it comes to profile creation. I include full body shots in my photos, try to minimize the use of MySpace angles in selfies, and write at the very top of the summary/caption/profile that I am fat. Not “curvy,” not “thick,” not “lots to love”–I’m f*cking fat. I’m not ashamed of it, but I also known that weight is a dealbreaker for lots of people. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.

About a year ago I met “Evan” via Tinder. We exchanged friendly messages for a few hours one night and agreed to meet up for drinks the following evening. I waited for a full hour past the designated time, and just as I was getting up to leave, the texts started rolling in.

“I can see you sweating from here.” “How long does it take you to roll out of bed every morning?” “Is there an earthquake or are you just getting up for more pretzels?”

Really idiotic, juvenile shit. Four separate numbers, commenting on things like my clothes, which clued me in that the senders were nearby. This went on for 15 minutes before I finally saw Evan, trying to hide in at a corner table and giggling with a group of buddies. I made eye contact, saw that he saw me, and then walked out. The texts kept up until I blocked the numbers a few hours later.

I ran into Evan about 3 weeks later. We got on the same elevator, and he tried really hard at being super interested in the emergency phone instructions. I just confronted him, and he admitted it was just some “game” that him and his friends play. He knew I was fat before agreeing to meet up; they all did, because that’s what they do. Match up with fat women, then either ghost them or “troll” them at the meet-up. It was also kinda obvious he’d never seen any consequences from this bullshit, as he was sweating pretty hard and looked more humiliated than I felt. I just said whatever and walked out, expecting to never see him again.

About a month ago, some local foodie wrote a great review of the restaurant I own, and we’ve been slammed ever since. In the past, I stayed mostly in the kitchen, but I’ve been doing more and more front-of-house stuff lately, and Valentine’s Day I was working a bit of a split between the two.

I saw Evan just as he was pushing in his date’s chair. My name isn’t on the restaurant, and he didn’t see me. I checked the section up at the hostess stand and saw that one of my favorite old-timers, Nan, was going to be his waitress. I went to the bar till, took out $400, put it in her hands, and said, “This is going to be your only table for the rest of the night. You are going to make this the worst date he has ever been on.”

She spilled every single thing she brought out to the table, all over him. I was waiting for him to blow up on Nan, but he bottled it up, obviously trying to make a good impression on his date. She seemed like a perfectly lovely lady; I told Nan to make sure everything was good for her and terrible for Evan.

She poured ice water on his d*ck. She smacked the back of his head with the edge of a tray. Spilled soup on his shirt. Dropped every fork he asked for. I personally oversalted his food, used the shit liquor for his drinks, used flour instead of sugar on his dessert. To be honest, I don’t know why he didn’t just walk out. He must have really wanted to f*ck this woman.

Finally, he cracked. Demanded Nan find the manager and bring her out. I was only too happy to emerge from the kitchen with my chef’s coat and say what, I’m not ashamed to admit, I’d been planning out all night.

“I would have said hi earlier, but I didn’t want the earthquake to disturb your dinner.”

I will savor the look on Evan’s face for the rest of my life.

He was a little too flummoxed to explain, so I pulled a chair up to the table and introduced myself to his date, Amanda. Told her how I met Evan. Showed her some fun old messages. Then I told gave her a voucher for a free meal on her next visit and told Evan to get the f*ck out and never come back.

He deleted his Tinder profile.

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dirk gently’s holistic detective agency + text posts 1/?

HAPPY NEW YEAR AGAIN!!!!

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In case you couldn’t tell from the obsessive yelling, I am thoroughly enjoying Dirk Gently. So heres an attempt to fit all the awesomeness into one giant picture. I think I mostly succeeded (although I missed out the Rowdies…and Pepe…and, well a lot honestly), but I’m pretty happy with it. Also have some bonus icons/close ups because I’m really happy with how these two dorks turned out.

iamtonyredgrave  asked:

Cool. Well my prompt is this.: How about a prompt where the bullies in Angel Grove are belittling and spreading rumors about Trini around highschool which is causing the yellow ranger a lot of distress. Kimberly steps in like the protective girlfriend she is and confronts those bullies and gives them a stern and physical warning :)

It starts slowly, for Trini. First, she’s roughly shouldered in the hallway by the brainless beefcakes and their entourage (which she hardly feels, but it’s hard to not notice the glare it’s partnered with) before escalating to her books being dashed out of her hands and her locker being defaced in ugly red, the word dyke prominent and angry across the face of it. Trini hardly breathes a sigh, but merely waits for the cleaners to do their job.

It’s getting harder and harder to hide from her girlfriend, too. Kimberly’s observant, and she notices when Trini avoids talking about getting to class late with papers askew in her hands, or why she texts Kim to say she’ll meet her in the cafeteria instead of at her own locker.

One day, though, Kim sees it for herself.

It’s after gym, with Trini changing in a corner with her back to the rest of the room (god only knows it’s the only way to escape the accusing looks if she manages to so much as catch another girls eye while she’s changing) when she’s slammed into the wall.

“What the hell?” Trini whirls around, only to get face-to-face with Amanda, resident bitch, one of the Top Three before Kim was booted from their ranks.

“Oh, hey Trini. Just thought I’d teach you a lesson for looking at me, dyke.”

“Like I ever would. You’re not my type, you know? Sorry to break it to you.” Trini spits back.

“Yeah, sure. And who is your type, huh? Kimberly?” Amanda turns around then, looks at her minions scattered around the room. “You guys remember Kim, right? Our old friend? Think she’d go for some angry, pining lezzie with a creepy crush on her?”

“Nah, last I heard Kim was all about Jason,” one of them pipes up.

“Oh, that’s right. Jason Scott. Golden boy, until that whole cow thing. How does it feel to know he’s fucking Kim instead of you?”

“Jeez Amanda, I don’t know. How does it feel? Seeing as it’s obvious you’ve got a big fat crush on him yourself.” Trini’s almost finding this funny now, but gym’s over and she’d really like to get to bio to see Kim. “Now, not that this hasn’t been fun, but I’ve gotta go.”

“No way. You’re not leaving that quickly.” Amanda steps in to her space, crowding over her. “You’re gonna sit right here, because we’re just gonna have a bit of a talk to you.”

“Sure thing, babe,” Trini steps up to Amanda, tilting her chin up. “As I said, you’re not my type, but maybe I can teach you something.”

“You fucking little-“ There we go. Amanda steps back and swings. Trini’s ready for the impact (not that it’ll hurt, but she’s interested to see how this plays out), surprised and kind of proud that she managed to rattle Prom Queen enough that she actually gets her hands dirty. She hears a smack, but feels nothing, and opens her eyes to see Amanda’s fist caught in a hand that Trini knows like her own.

“Sorry Amanda, you were saying?” Kim’s voice rings out, and God is Trini happy to hear it. Kim turns to Trini, her hand still wrapped around Amanda’s. “Sorry for interrupting, but I thought I’d come meet you before bio.”

“All good, we were just chatting.” Trini takes the chance to glance around the room at the shell-shocked bottle blondes in various states of undress.

“Right.” Kim turns back to Amanda, twisting her arm and forcing her to her knees. “So, I heard a little of what you said there. No, Jason Scott and I aren’t fucking. No, this doesn’t mean that you’d ever have a chance in hell with him, because he’s a good guy who’d never be into a vile, self-centred bitch like you. Now, I might have done some seriously shitty things in my life, but I’ve done what I can to make up for them. At least I’m not the one throwing around homophobic insults like it’s fucking 1963.”

“Now, you’re going to watch Trini leave, and I’ll be right behind her, and you’re not going to touch a hair on my girlfriend’s head because if you do, I will absolutely fucking demolish you.” She nudges her head at Trini, and Trini takes the cue and leaves, trusting Kim to follow her. She does, catching up with her as she exits the gym, joining their hands together.

“Okay, now that? I’m not gonna lie, that was hot.” Trini jokes as they walk down the mostly empty halls to biology.

Kim smiles beside her, but tugs on Trini’s hand and pulls her to a stop. “Trin, why didn’t you defend yourself? You could’ve easily blocked or dodged that.”

“Maybe I was just waiting for my white knight to save me.”

“Fine, we’ll talk about it later. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been hiding this from me for a while, though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Trini leans into Kim’s arm, savouring the warmth of her. “Wait,” she pulls back and looks her girlfriend in the eye, “girlfriend? Are you sure you’re ready for people to know?”

“Oh, well.” Kim puts an arm around Trini’s waist as they keep walking. “I guess I was just tired of people making assumptions about me, and thinking that you have some gross crush on me. I mean, it’s true, you do, but it’s not the issue they’re making it out to be.”

“God, you’re gross.”

“You love it.”

“You know I do.”

Because Arrow Loves Felicity Smoak!!

Because Arrow loves Felicity Smoak and because in a season 3 review; the first true villain Oliver encounters is Amanda Waller; Head of ARGUS, it follows that Lyla Michaels is the new Amanda Waller and she is the true leader of Helix

There is no doubt in my mind that Lyla is a much smarter -less deadly version of Amanda Waller; but non the less after the same goal.  In Season 3 Amanda recruited Oliver to kill and torture for her. Lyla is the “old friend”!

Originally posted by coruscant-sky

But Lyla is much more intelligent than Amanda. She works in the business of gathering information. So instead of recruiting Vigilantes like Amanda did and forcing them to kill.  Lyla provides centers with computers and invites anti-government hackers to come in by choice to do their anti-institutional hacking right under her nose; meanwhile she collects the information and pictures from all cell phones all over the world and uses them under the justification that it is all for the greater good; for her crime prevention act.  The hackers are happy doing it voluntarily; Lyla does not have to twist arms, threaten or kill to get anyone to work for her; they do it by choice.

Originally posted by smoakgifs


Why not tell Felicity? Because John Diggle does not know. Neither does Felicity and team Arrow.  Because we saw in 5.08 that Lyla keeps a separate professional life from John; and because Arrow loves Felicity Smoak when they write her dark arc; they make her dark handler be Lyla Michaels. That is why Helix headquarters seamed super friendly; because Lyla plays a great psychological game.

That is what WM was talking about with her Wiki reference; she is trying to tell us that these hacker groups don’t know that they are tools manipulated by certain branches of government to leek the right information to the public at the right time; that they are being used unbeknownst to them.
Lyla wants to help the team; but she doesn’t want to offer her help for free or necessarily want to tell John about her new toy; Helix; so she has Alena approach Felicity with the offer to help with Pandora.. information from ARGUS; dirt on everyone; to get her to break codes and infiltrate Homeland security and other government organizations; because we know; they all like to spy on each other.

Originally posted by queensarrow

So while John and Oliver work to get Felicity out of Helix realizing that she is dabbling with something dark; they discover the true owner of Helix; Oliver rescues Felicity; they end up in the bunker.

John and Lyla have a huge fight though; because Lyla had Pandora all along and could have saved John from prison; instead she used Felicity’s need to help John to dangle Pandora in front of her; to use her love and concern for John and later for Oliver as weapons to recruit Felicity behind his back.  Lyla let her husband sit in prison; while Felicity searched.

Originally posted by candicesalvatore

It ends well though; because John makes Lyla let Felicity go; but in the same episode that Olicity is on their way to recovery; Dyla is maybe due for a breakup; because John feels used and betrayed; and that explains why John doesn’t ask ARGUS’s help in the season finale of this year; when they face an ex-suicide squad member in Boomerang.

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I’m so proud of the Dirk Gently fandom. I don’t think that I’ve seen any hateful posts here, or really any drama. We all just want everyone in the show (excluding Friedkin?) to be happy. Also, the amount of creativity and art that has come from eight episodes is mind-boggling, and the next season will inspire so much more, I hope. I really think that this is just one of the most supportive and adorable fandoms out there and I’m so thankful to be a part of it.

Three Fathers

One shot


Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas, Reader which is the little girl, and my characters Ella and Amanda.


Request/Prompt by @crystallstaircase : IDK if your requests are open but I had this idea for a fic. Probably not a good one but I know I’d like to see it for sure.TFW comes across a toddler reader whose family has been killed by witches and they all adopt her. There are scenes of Sam maybe homeschooling her, Cas teaching her about animals and Dean talking about proper car maintenance.


Authors Note: This is a great request and I am so happy to finally have found time to start on it! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little. I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for letting me write this for you!


If anyone wants to submit a request, the link is in my Bio!


Warnings: FLUFF

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Originally posted by ofcourseishipit


Sam and Dean told Y/n that her parents went to heaven because of the bad guys or in other words her parents were killed by demons. She didn’t understand at first, but she got the hint when Sam and Dean took her home to the bunker. It didn’t take long for the guys to figure out that they wanted to take her home with them. By the way she grabbed on to Deans legs and wouldn’t let go, they knew there was no way they could put her in the foster care system. She was too precious to them already, and Dean was already hopelessly head over heels for her.

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Kinda wanna say somethin,

I’ve noticed that Michael De Santa gets A LOT of hate. Now I know I have a lot of fanon shit I like with him, but I wanna be honest about his character.

Michael is honestly trying so hard too be a great father. He treats his kids as best as he can, but, his kids are spoiled and quite bratty. And, didn’t Jimmy DRUG Michael and then put the blame on him? Correct me if I’m wrong.

And then Amanda got all pissy at M, though, not taking into consideration that it was Jimmy’s doing.

Yes, it was bound too happen that Amanda left Michael, but, really. Wasn’t Amanda just with Michael for the money?

Yeah, Michaels a ‘liar’. A 'snake’. But when he left Trevor, he was expecting a good, happy life with his family. But here it happens. His life crashes more. His wife’s always bullshitting on him. When all Michael wanted was too make everything good. No crime. No bad stuff.

And his children don’t treat him any better.

And when Trevor comes back around, Michael just seems so drained. Like he wants too give up.

His wife’s gone, his children are gone, and he’s back at square one with criminal shit.

And it breaks my heart when Michael wakes up, pointing a gun around his house.

He honestly deserves more love before people shit on him.

You gotta think about what Michaels going through.

What he went through.

schmidtyho  asked:

hey!! im tryna get into the nwhl and i was told you would be a good person to come to just to ask about your fav teams and players just to tell me some basic stuff about them?

If you’re completely new to the league i’d recommend reading THIS & THIS it has basic facts on how to follow the league + links to all the NWHL twitters which you in my opinion must follow to follow the league & they give insight on the players & the teams ! + They’re really cute and have a bunch of interactions.

OK this turned into more of a me talking about some of my faves on every team + some basic info about the teams! And since I have a lot of strong feelings about this league this post is kinda long so I’m putting facts about my fave players on the 4 NWHL teams under the cut!

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Multi-shipping is so much fun. Obviously, it’s not for everyone but consider…

Ship wars? Who cares.

Not enough fanfiction for your OTP? Fill the void with fanfics of other ships.

Like the way a character interacts with two people and can’t choose which to ship? Both is good

One of your ships doesn’t become canon? That’s okay, this and that one did and they’re all happy.  

Fanart that interferes with one of your current ships? OHMY GOD WHO CARES THAT’S REALLY CUTE I SHIP IT NOW

Life is too short to get angry over fictional characters 💙

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Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 124: Rafael Barba and Amanda Rollins in tonight’s episode “Know It All”.

I know this is not my best drawing and I was about to abandon it. But then so many people wanted me to continue, including nbcsvu itself, so I pushed through. I guess I’m not happy coz it’s kind of a boring photo, but it’s the only Barba pic we have from Know It All so far.
Maybe you find at least a little joy in it. ❤️ I haven’t drawn Kelli in ages, so it was a nice challenge. 😉

Hope we find out Barba’s secret tonight…
TAYLOR!

Hey babe I am so lucky that you follow me and have liked around 30 of my posts. I will never get over the fact that you know who I am it’s a dream come true! Not everyone is as lucky as me so I want to help them out. If you wouldn’t mind could you please follow these amazing people. They love you so much and are amazing fans! It would make them so happy! Thank you for being so amazing to us and bringing us all together! I love you so much❤
@emilyalexis13 - Emily
@rawrritsraquel - Raquel
@areweootw13 - Jackie
@pittstick - Molly
@40yroldtswiftie - Karen
@bigeyesswift - Arielle
@smilingbeader0720 - Darcy
@fearlessfanofswift13 - Amanda
@shaynalovestswift - Shayna
@thisloveisgood89 - Kalob
@montanaswiftie - Suzi
@wildesttdreamerr - Vanessa
@gonewasanytraceofyou - Jennie
@txswiftie96 - Perla
@whenthebutterfliesturned - Adèlie
@l0st-intranslation - Meg
@93emb - Elizabeth
@lesarg - Leslie
@fearlessswift89 - Chloe
@taylorsburnttoast - Fathma

Thanks so much Taylor :) @taylorswift

Requested by Anon:  Can you write a cute fluffy Sonny/reader where the reader’s pregnant and goes to visit Sonny at the precinct? The squad’s surprised at the reader’s visit because they didn’t know Sonny was married and expecting a child.

Warnings: Female reader (duh)


In your opinion, Sonny worked too much. 

But you knew it was because he loved his job and although it could be emotionally and physically taxing at time, he loved helping people and putting away their attackers. 

And that was one of the reasons you loved him so much. He had a passion for police work and law and you found it admirable.

But, you never saw him because of his work hours. Okay, never was an overstatement, but he usually was working on some case and he worked late some of those nights. You weren’t upset by it or anything, you knew he would always be there for you and your child when they came along, but you just missed him. 

So you took it upon yourself to one day stop by this coffee shop that you knew he liked and picked up coffee for him and his coworkers and pay him a surprise visit. 

You knew that he didn’t talk a lot about his personal life at work, but you weren’t sure how much the squad knew about you or if they even knew he was married. You wouldn’t be offended if he hadn’t said anything. It wasn’t like you were married after he transferred over, it wasn’t a new occasion and you understood that personal lives don’t neccassarily come up in his place of work.

You got your answer when you entered the precinct, looking very confused and very out of place when you got there. Then you caught sight of Sonny and smiled. “Bambino!” You called, using the nickname you playfully call him every now and then, even though you had no Italian blood in your lineage.

Sonny turned, and for a split second he was confused as to why anybody would even know of that name, let alone be calling him by it at work. Then he saw you walking towards him and grinned. “Doll, what are ya doin’ here?” He asked, though he wasn’t upset, more excited to see you.

“I thought I’d give you a visit and maybe meet some of your coworkers? I brought coffee.” You smiled widely, causing him to chuckle softly

“Well then let’s go to the squadroom and see who’s there.” He said, taking you by the arm in the gentle way he usually did out in public.

“Carisi, who’s this?” The question came from a blonde woman, who looked up from her desk curiously. That prompted everyone else in the room to look up from their desks and papers and stare at you. 

“Hey, this is my very pregnant wife, and she decided to bring us all coffee today, surprisingly.” Sonny said. He sounded almost proud to show you off to his friends, even though you were eight months pregnant and the size of a Mini Cooper.

“Carisi, since when are you married?” Someone asked from his desk across the room. 

“And expecting a child?” Another woman asked as she stood in the doorway of a separate room.

You took it upon yourself to pass out coffee after saying your name so that they at least knew what to call you. “Now, Sonny. Are you going to tell me who all these people are?” You said playfully, causing a few low chuckles.

Sonny blushed slightly. “Right, sorry.” He introduced you to Amanda, Fin, Olivia, Mike, and Nick. “And then you’ve met Barba.” You nodded slightly.

“So, um, Carisi, you’re married?” Amanda, the one who first looked up at you, asked him.

“We were married before he transferred here. I guess he doesn’t talk about me much, then.” You teased.

“Not at all. “ Fin said with a monotone voice but he was smiling. “Carisi, how’d you keep her hidden away so long? This coffee is great, too.” 

Sonny, unsurprisingly, had just gotten slightly redder but he looked so happy and proud that he had you in his life. The questions went on for a while and you got to relax a little and have a conversation with the squad, who seemed to like you. Hell, you’d like you if you brought coffee as a first impression.

When the small gathering ended and you had to go in for a doctor’s appointment, you bid goodbye to everybody and Sonny walked you back down to the car.

He kissed you outside of the car and grinned. “You’re truly the greatest.” He murmured.

You just smiled. “Did they like me?”You ask.

Sonny scoffed slightly. “Of course they did.” He pecked your lips softly. “I don’t know who wouldn’t.”

The Art of Eternal Youth.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 20 - “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet willies.”  Filled for @novemberhush

Thank You for the prompt, it’s a little crazy, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

“Mike,” Harvey murmured, giving him a gentle squeeze of the shoulder.

Mike was lying face down on their couch, snoring loudly and reeking of alcohol.  He’d gone out last night for Harold’s bucks party (Yes, Harvey had joked aloud, who on earth would marry Harold?).

Just after 9 am, Harvey had received a very exciting text message.  He’d spent half an hour making as much noise as possible, banging the kitchen cupboards, and blasting the ‘Rocky’ soundtrack through the television but Mike still hadn’t moved, and if anything he just snored louder.

“Mike,” he insisted, picking up his arm and dropping it, so it thudded against the leather.

“Go away,” Mike grumbled into the leather, “s'too early.”

Right, Harvey thought to himself, he couldn’t wait to share this news, so Mike needed to join him in the land of the living immediately, he could sleep later.  Sticking his index finger into his mouth and working as much saliva on it as possible, he grinned down at his sleeping husband mischievously.  It was Mike’s pet peeve, and he knew this would get him up.

He stuck the wet finger in Mike’s ear and wiggled it around.  It took about two seconds for Mike to respond by grabbing the pillow from under his head, rising and giving Harvey a good whack with it, “That’s disgusting Harvey, what are you five?” Harvey was cackling, one arm shielding his face and the other covering his man parts in case of a subsequent strike but instead was taken off guard when Mike rugby tackled him onto the mirroring couch.

“I woke you up bec-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet willies.” Mike scolded, now astride Harvey with his hands on his hips, “Payback’s a bitch,” he explained running his hands over Harvey’s sleep soft tee-shirt lovingly. He grinned as he stopped at his oblique’s and starting a feather light tickle with his fingers.  Harvey bucked and wiggled and tried to slap Mike’s hands away but from his position, Mike was too strong.

“STOP!” He tried to sound authoritative, but it spluttered out amidst a jolt of laughter as Mike started to scrape his stubble under his chin, yet another ticklish spot.

Everyone saw it, not just the PSL crew.  Opposing counsels, judges, and politicians.  Since he and Mike had started dating, Harvey had felt and acted ten years younger, his eyes sparkled, and he was up for any adventure.  

Unfortunately for Harvey, he had given away all his ticklish spots very early in the relationship, and thanks to an eidetic memory, Mike knew where every last one resided if he ever decided to torture him like he was now.

Harvey sucked his finger into his mouth once again and wiggled his eyebrows at Mike.

“Don’t you dare,” Mike threatened.

“Oh, I dare,” Harvey replied, making quite a show of twirling his tongue around his finger.  Mike usually would have enjoyed how sexual it looked, but not now that he knew what Harvey was going to do.  

As swiftly as he could, Mike tried to spring up off Harvey, but Harvey caught him by the thigh, and they both went crashing to the floor, Harvey’s phone slipping from his pocket and skidding toward the kitchen.

Mike saw his opportunity when Harvey’s eyes followed the phone, commando rolling out of arms reach, and sprinting for the master bedroom.

“Chicken Shit,” Harvey yelled out after him, picking up the phone and watching as the sliding doors closed, only to see Mike pop his head in-between the doors, wink at him and call him a pussy back.

As the doors closed he heard Mike yell ‘And my aim is better than your cooking’, then after a beat he added the ‘Sweetheart’ sardonically, knowing Harvey hated the pet name.  There was a thundering of feet outside the door.

“Well, now I’m going to give you the wettest willie you’ve ever had!” Harvey professed absurdly to the closed door.

Mike snorted from his position of ‘using the bed as a barrier for when Harvey charged’, “Promises, promises.”

No, I think I’ll definitely want to do that with you after you hear the news, Harvey thought to himself as he carefully slid open the door revealing Mike with a playful grin on his face, ready to run on the far side of the bed.  Harvey didn’t tread on his expensive furniture, EVER, today being the exception.

He ran around the custom-made bed, and as predicted, Mike tried to scuttle across the bed, in an effort to evade him.  Harvey pounced, jumping onto the bed and tackled Mike from behind.  He dragged him back toward him, Mike clawing at the bed edge as Harvey playfully exposed and sank his teeth into the curve of his ass, eliciting a soft whine.  The sound wound out of Mike’s lungs; it was half pleasure and half pain.  He stilled, relaxing for a moment as Harvey ran his hand gently over the bitten flesh.  Then quicker than the Flash himself, he managed to wiggle away and bolt for the kitchen, Harvey three steps behind him.

“Stop chasing me!” Mike laughed, putting the kitchen counter between them.

Without skipping a beat, Harvey replied, “I can’t stop, it’s my job.”  

They did one lap of the kitchen before Harvey latched onto his arm and flattened him against the fridge, their bodies aligned from thigh to chest, as he kissed him deeply.

“I love you,” Harvey mumbled into the kiss.  Mike groaned, the dizzying combination of Harvey’s words, and the taste of the coffee he so desperately needed making him glad that Harvey was holding him in place.

Harvey pulled away, Mike’s bottom lip still glistening from his last taste.  He took his time just staring at him in wonderment before he spoke again.

“Truce?” He asked, smiling at the perfection that was Mike.

Mike had a goofy grin on his face, “Yeah, you’re forgiven.”

Harvey beamed, “Come sit down; I did wake you up for a reason!”

Mike followed him silently back to the couch they had wrestled on minutes earlier.  He watched Harvey remove his phone and set it on the messages screen.  When he handed it to Mike, their hands touched, and Harvey looked at him with such adoration and devotion that Mike simply couldn’t believe how lucky he was, he had the perfect husband, the job he’d always wanted.  Everything was perfect.  Harvey motioned toward the phone.

Picture message from Amanda:  So happy to finally tell you both that you are going to be dads!  The Doctor said everything looks good and is going perfectly.  So you have 30 weeks to wait! Xx

Mike stared, open mouthed at the tiny little blob on the screen.  He re-read the message, all the while his brain screaming 'I’m going to be a dad!’  'Harvey is going to be a dad!’  'I’m going to be part of a family of three!’ and with that thought, the tears threatened.  

This time, Harvey pushed Mike onto his back and straddled him.  Mike brought his hands up to Harvey’s face and cradled it, “I’m getting a family,” he whispered emotionally, “I can’t believe we get to have this,” he said, pulling Harvey’s face down to his, “I love you, Harvey.”

The End.

Authors Note:  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the second last instalment (one more to go).  You can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s

Love at first sight part 1 (fetus Harry x Reader)

A/N: This wonderful picture does not belong to me! I just found it on Google Pictures.I wrote this because I miss our fetus Harry and the good old times! I’m planning on writing another part. It depends on you! Let me know what you think!


“And if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate and feel free to ask.” Amanda, my new classmate said to me. We walked through the hallways of my new high school. She was showing me around, introducing me to every room and teacher of this building. I had to admit that I felt very uncomfortable and insecure. Everybody seemed to know that I was a newbie at school, offering me weird and curious glances. I tried to avoid them, not showing any reaction. What was so interesting about me, so they would stare?

Being new at school was definitely not easy I have to admit. It would take me a while to adjust to the system and to my new classmates. Actually, I was glad to have made friends with somebody at all, who was Amanda. Before I entered this school, I had no expectations. You know, I didn’t want to get my hopes up too much just in case of being disappointed. My mom and I have moved from America to England few weeks ago because the company she was working for had been transferred to Cheshire. I was shocked at first. I had no intention to leave my home with all my friends and family members. I grew up there and leaving all that behind was hard for me.

My mom tried to soothe me. “Think about it as a new beginning. A new chapter of your life.” It was more a new beginning for her than for me. We lost my father a year ago during a car accident. My mom was never the same after the incident. She lost herself more into her work, sometimes neglecting me. She processed everything differently than I did. Coming home late at night, spending lots of time in her room. She did everything to not confronting pain. Me on the other side, I cried every night, squeezing my pillow hard against my chest in hope the pain would ease. But it didn’t. After a while and after there were no tears to be shared, I realized that life went on no matter how much the loss of my dad hurt me. He wouldn’t want me to suffer nor would he want me to drag myself down. I knew he would always be there with me, protecting me from danger. So I tried to be happy again. I socialized with my friends even more than I did before. I needed a reason to laugh. And thanks to them, with all the effort they gave to cheer me up, I began savor every second of life.

Being here in Cheshire felt strange. It should be a new beginning, but maybe I had no reason for it. I was pretty content with my old life back in the USA. How much I missed my friends there…

“I’m guiding you to your locker.” Amanda informed me, leading the way. On our way, we passed a small group of boys who were chatting very loudly about some topic. I glanced at my schedule just to check up which classes I had next. I think I was too preoccupied with it because the next thing I felt was someone crashing into my body and all my books I carried fell to the ground. I instantly knelt down to pick up my books but at the same time another hand reached down, making contact with mine. I didn’t dare to look at the person in front of me. I just felt a blush creeping its way on my cheeks. How embarrassing.

“Excuse me.” I mumbled, and then looked up and suddenly my heart stood still. I felt like the air had left my lungs. Two enchanting and mesmerizing green eyes were staring right into mine. I think I had never seen such beautiful eyes in my entire life. The curly haired boy in front of me smiled at me, and I noticed his dimples. Very cute!

“It’s okay.” He assured me, helping me picking up my belongings. “You’re new here aren’t you? I think I have never seen you here before.”

I nodded with my head. “Yeah, today’s my first day here.” I laughed slightly. Thereupon, a moment of staring and awkwardly smiling at each other followed. Observing his features, I could tell he was very cute and handsome. I wouldn’t surprise me if he had a girlfriend. He was awesomely good-looking.

“(Y/N), what are you waiting for?” Amanda disturbed our little moment. I tore my gaze away from the boy. Amanda stood there, her arms crossed and a not so impressed look on her face. She looked at me and the boy, smirking after.

 “I’m coming!” I called, adjusting my books in my arms, then turning back to the boy. “Thank you very much…uh…” I just realized I never got his name.

“Harry.” He introduced himself. “Harry Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Harry. Well, I’m, as you probably have heard, I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

He stretched out his hand to me for me to grab and shake it. And I did.

“Nice to meet you ,too.” He smiles. “I hope to see you more often.”

I wanted to respond something but at the same moment, Amanda grabbed my arm and dragged me away from him. “It was good to see you, Styles!” She called, leading the way to my locker. Before we turned the corner, I looked back to him, speechless and out of words for Amanda’s behavior, but I caught him winking at me and thereupon he joined the group of boys.

What an interesting encounter, I thought.

As we arrived to my locker, which was right next to Amanda’s, she told me my code and showed me how to unlock it even though I already knew.

“Listen, I know we just met,” She told me, “but I started to like you and I feel obligated to care for you. Harry is not a bad guy actually. He’s very likable, kind and has a good sense of humor. The problems are the people surrounding him. Three of his friends are okay, but the rest of them are, well, you know, horrible. Everyone loves Harry, especially the girls are head over heels for him. And there is a certain girl who’s obsessed with him and also the most famous girl at school. If I was you I’d rather not mess with her. She can be cruel. Just try to stay away from Harry and you will have no problems with her, okay? I don’t want you to be bullied.”

I nodded with my head, slightly disappointed about what I’ve heard. I was really hoping to get more in touch with Harry, since he lightly drew my attention but at the same time I wanted to avoid problems with that girl.

“I’ll try.” I replied, trying to sound optimistic. Amanda explained my schedule and where I could find the classrooms and then I made my way to my first class which was maths. As I entered the room, I realized that all seats were already taken and only one seat in the back was free. And that free seat was right next to a certain curly haired boy. As he saw me, a smirk appeared on his face and he looked at me in a challenging way. Great!

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Special thanks to the Turtle crew for being amazing and always making this game and experience a more positive one. There’s captions!

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