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Prompt Party #1 - OQ’s first baby

79  OQ’s First Baby

Thanks so much to bea for betaing!  

A future O/S, The Escort AU.  Technically there are two OQ babies. :)



Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn’t grow under my heart - but in it


There’s not a doubt in her mind that this is what she wants.  And she is almost certain this is what her family wants, what Roland and Henry and Robin want.

But her hands still shake as she fixies her morning coffee, and her breathing is still heavy and shaky as her heart beats so fast she doesn’t even need the caffeine.

Such a large part of her life has been spent worrying about removing a parent from a child’s life.  She can hardly imagine a child wanting to add someone to their lives, to give them all the rights and powers and responsibilities legal parents have.

She takes a few deep breaths and tries to chase her anxiety away.

She’s so wrapped up in the fears spinning in her own mind that she doesn’t hear him come.  She doesn’t realize he’s there until he hugs her from behind, and it’s a blast of warmth she didn’t know she needed until just that moment.  

“Good morning, beautiful.” he murmurs into her hair.

“G’Morning,” she manages, a lump in her throat preventing her from saying much else.

“Ready?” he asks gently.

“Mhm,” she says, wincing at the sound of her voice.  That wasn’t too convincing, was it?

He spins her in his arms, and draws her chin up so she’s looking at him.  “What’s wrong, love?”

Her breath hitches, and she folds into him easily, letting him hold her tight.  “Nothing,” she breathes.

“None of that, now,” he whispers without judgment, running a hand over her hair.  “No secrets between us.  We share everything.  It’s what we agreed, yeah?”

She shakes her head.  “I’m just worried about Roland,” she mumbles.  “I know he asked for this, but I can’t help but worry that he may regret it, years into the future, and hate me for replacing Marian.”

“Why would he ever?  He’s been calling you Mum for over a year now.  He has no memories of Marian, all he knows of her is from pictures and videos. He loves her, we both do.  But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re his mum.  You’re the one who wakes him in the morning, helps him with his homework, cares for him when he’s sick….”

“I love him.  He’s my son.  I’ll never be able to think of him as anything else.” Her voice cracks with emotion, and she would be embarrassed of how weak she sounds, if she was capable of being embarrassed in front of this man anymore.  “I don’t want anything to hurt our relationship.”

“This is going to make it even better,” Robin insists, as he soothes his hands over her back. “Now let me get started on the waffles, yeah?” She nods and focuses on her coffee, trying to capture some of that optimism Robin always has in spades.

“HAPPY ADOPTION DAY, MOMMY!!!” Roland says as he bounds down the stairs.  He looks, well, like he’s won a pet tiger.  His dimples are full on display, eyes twinkling in the morning light.

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Science Boyfriends- By The Way (no angst!)

(@featheredschist @readbythestarlight @westsideroyalty I have attempted to amend my #rudeness!)

Tony walked into the penthouse and slammed his briefcase on the table, his face a thundercloud as he loosened his tie.

“Those motherfucking morons,” he spat, raking his fingers through his hair. “I told them that unless they installed the backup systems, exactly the way I designed, the whole system would burn itself out. And did they listen? Fucking of course not. Had to save a few million dollars, and now they want me to dig them out of this mess they made because they wouldn’t build it right in the first place, like I’m here to bankroll the entire goddamned worl-“

“Tony,” Bruce said softly, and Tony huffed an annoyed breath as Bruce set aside his book and came to his side. “So I’m assuming the conference didn’t go well?” he asked, and Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s just- fuck, it’s so goddamned irritating when people cut corners like this, and then when it all fails, my name is the one that gets dragged,” he sighed. He itched for a drink, it was that bad.

“Hey, c’mon now, you know these companies stand alone. Just because they bought Stark tech doesn’t mean they’re Stark Industries,” Bruce said, taking Tony’s tense hand and rubbing it. Tony let him, taking a deep breath as Bruce’s soft touch melted away a little tension.

“I know…” Tony muttered, going pliant when Bruce took his other hand, gently removing his luxuriant wristwatch and setting it aside. When he looked up at Bruce, Bruce had a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. Tony game him a bemused look.

“What?” he asked. Bruce just kissed him very softly.

“Nothing. Except maybe you need to blow off a little steam.”

Tony melted into the kiss, but groaned.

“I don’t feel like the gym,” he said, and Bruce laughed softly, pulling away with a telltale shine in his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant,” he murmured, pulling Tony close by the waistband of his bespoke wool slacks. Tony’s interest was immediately piqued. He grinned, despite his lingering annoyance.

“Oh? Are you suggesting something, or are you being cryptic on purpose?”

Bruce laughed, kissing Tony again, a little more thoroughly. He slid his hands under Tony’s jacket, and Tony started to shrug it off, but Bruce stopped him.

“No, leave it on. You look stunning in this suit, by the way, and I haven’t finished looking at you yet,” he said, and Tony shivered, his irritation forgotten. Bruce had a gentle way of taking what he wanted in the best way possible, and Tony was happy to let him, especially when it seemed like Bruce had some kind of lovely idea up his sleeve.

“Why, thank you, Doctor Banner,” Tony teased as Bruce’s hands slid lower, cupping his ass. He nestled against Bruce’s body, wrapping his arms around him.

“So as I was saying about blowing off some steam…” Bruce started, and Tony smirked.

“Operative word being ‘blow?’,” he asked, and Bruce kissed his way down Tony’s throat, stroking his hands over Tony’s clothed chest, and finally sank to his knees as Tony leaned back against the table. Bruce looked up at him with devious eyes and a hungry smirk.

“Only if you leave the suit on,” he said, and Tony closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a wide grin as Bruce touched him perfectly.

“I’ll fuck you in this suit until it’s unwearable,” he promised, his words trailing off into a moan.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Bruce murmured, and enthusiastically showed his appreciation and agreement until Tony’s knees were weak and his bad day was a distant, unimportant memory.

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Love Song Lullaby

For @todaydreambelievers weekly prompt: Daddies!Klaine (not immediately obvious, but it gets there)

Klaine, 1045 words, A03

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 Kurt can’t remember ever having felt this physically miserable, and he doesn’t even have any ill-conceived partying to blame it on.  Instead it is a heinous case of food poisoning that has had him retching for hours. He’ll never eat salmon again.  

For Valentine’s Day he and Blaine had tried a new restaurant in Bushwick that Rachel had recommended. It was supposed to be some kind of fusion – Kurt is a little fuzzy on the details at this point.  He is working on crafting the perfect online review, however, for when he feels well enough to open his eyes.  He quite likes the idea of a catchy headline along the lines of “fusing nausea and vomit in the heart of Brooklyn.”

So instead of a romantic evening enjoying the afterglow of a cozy dinner, their first Valentine’s Day as husbands has been spent in the bathroom of their tiny apartment.  Kurt has had the opportunity to get up close and personal with the ancient toilet, and now can testify as to precisely why it is important to actually wash the bathroom floor occasionally.

Kurt groans as his stomach clenches again.  He’s curled up in a ball on the floor, his head on Blaine’s lap.  At some point in the process they had managed to get his cashmere sweater off, leaving him just in his undershirt.  Kurt can’t seem to decide if he’s too warm or too cold, so he just breathes and hopes that he survives until morning.  Blaine strokes his back, and leans down to press a kiss to Kurt’s head.  

Kurt doesn’t respond, just presses his eyes closed and concentrates on not having to puke again. The wool of Blaine’s slacks is slightly scratchy against his cheek, but he digs his face into him anyway, his only source of comfort in this whole unfortunate evening.

It isn’t the way he imagined this night going.  It was going to be the Valentine’s Day to top all of their previous ones, better than singing love songs at Breadstix, or having confusing we’re not together but we probably will be soon sex in a hotel room.  It was going to be so much better than last Valentine’s Day, when they were both trying so hard to ignore the cracks in their relationship that some days it seemed like neither of them could say anything real to each other.

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Love Song Lullaby

For Klaine Valentines – prompt:  Can’t Help Falling in Love
Klaine, 1045 words, A03

*****

Kurt can’t remember ever having felt this physically miserable, and he doesn’t even have any ill-conceived partying to blame it on.  Instead it is a heinous case of food poisoning that has had him retching for hours.  He’ll never eat salmon again.  

For Valentine’s Day he and Blaine had tried a new restaurant in Bushwick that Rachel had recommended.  It was supposed to be some kind of fusion – Kurt is a little fuzzy on the details at this point.  He is working on crafting the perfect online review, however, for when he feels well enough to open his eyes.  He quite likes the idea of a catchy headline along the lines of “fusing nausea and vomit in the heart of Brooklyn.”

So instead of a romantic evening enjoying the afterglow of a cozy dinner, their first Valentine’s Day as husbands has been spent in the bathroom of their tiny apartment.  Kurt has had the opportunity to get up close and personal with the ancient toilet, and now can testify as to precisely why it is important to actually wash the bathroom floor occasionally.

Kurt groans as his stomach clenches again.  He’s curled up in a ball on the floor, his head on Blaine’s lap.  At some point in the process they had managed to get his cashmere sweater off, leaving him just in his undershirt.  Kurt can’t seem to decide if he’s too warm or too cold, so he just breathes and hopes that he survives until morning.  Blaine strokes his back, and leans down to press a kiss to Kurt’s head.  

Kurt doesn’t respond, just presses his eyes closed and concentrates on not having to puke again.  The wool of Blaine’s slacks is slightly scratchy against his cheek, but he digs his face into him anyway, his only source of comfort in this whole unfortunate evening.

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Inverting Layers

For me, one of the most interesting aspects of colder days is the variety of outfit combinations they allow. Layering is not only a necessary technique to fend off cold, but also one of the most creative ways to explore your wardrobe and come up with unique styles. Although there are some rules to be kept in mind, both for aesthetic and functional purposes, I find myself constantly trying to bend them and invert traditional layering elements.

In this particular case, which of course is not suitable for harsh climate, I aimed to explore different uses for essential garments such as the v-neck cashmere sweater, popover shirt and tweed vest, all while maintaining a mix of casual and polished elements. More often than not, the v-neck would find its place as an outer layer with the tweed vest being worn under a blazer or topcoat; here I went for a different approach wearing the sweater over a tee, the popover shirt as an outer layer and the vest as outerwear. The polished nature of the vest, sweater and wool slacks are broken down by the chambray shirt and camo sneakers. Accessories such as the pocket square and paisley scarf complete the look.

Details: cotton tee by Levi’s, v-neck cashmere/silk sweater by Massimo Dutti, chambray popover shirt by Zara, houndstooth vest by Purificacion Garcia, tailored wool slacks by Gentleman, camo sneakers by Asos, paisley scarf by Zara and pocket square by The Tie Rack. 

Model and Styling: Miguel Amaral Vieira

It’s like what someone once told me years ago. The guy said to me, “Just pick out nice pieces.” And if you can’t afford it, don’t get a lot of clothes. Get a great blue blazer. Get four pairs of really great charcoal-gray wool slacks. Get the right shoes. Get the right ties. And if you have to save money in the shirt department and go get shirts at — I don’t want to name names — but get a less expensive cotton shirt, save money on that. But don’t buy a lot of clothes; just build a wardrobe.
—  Alec Baldwin