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noodlesandbeef:

While exploring Toronto I took big pup to catch a very special movie at a local theater.

I took him to see our movie.

I had rented out the entire theater, made movie posters, had tickets printed up, and created a feature length about our life together. From when we first met to our adventures around the world. All set to the soundtrack from Pixar’s Up.

At the end of the movie I got on my knee and proposed:

“To my wonderful pup, you are my greatest adventure. Thank you for every moment…will you marry me?”

He said yes!

THEY GOT ENGAGED! Yaaaayyy! Congratulations you two <3 If you guys haven’t heard of Noodles and Beef, check out their photos – they’re really too adorable for words. Also a really fascinating and educational looking into a poly D/s pup relationship.

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When August answered the door, his brain momentarily short-circuited. That looked like Ephraim. It looked exactly like Ephraim…but Raimy was back in Indiana. There was no reason logical reason or explanation for him being in Bahrain, especially not in time for August’s 28th birthday. Last year, he had to spend his 27th at sea spent it sulking over his lack of celebratory sex and abundance of practice drills at 5 am.

August began to hyper-ventilate, muttering oh-my-gods over and over. He twisted to stare in slaw-jacked disbelief at his tight-knit bunch of seamen. They were all grinning like Cheshire cats. August was just grateful they had accepted him as an out gay man, but to think they went so far to organize this was just… everything went blurry. He threw himself into Ephraim’s arms and cried into his shoulder. A chorus of “awws” followed behind him.

Raimy rocked him, kissing his temple and sniffling himself, “I missed you so much…” he whispered, voice cracking.
James handed them both tissues which they used in an instant. August pulled back and grabbed Raimy’s head in his hands, “Holy shit it’s really you.”
“Yes, it’s me.” This was punctuated by a possessive kiss.
“Holy fuck…this is – this is …I can’t ..words!” he cried, flapping his hands. “YOU’re my birthday present? Is that what the guys were talking about?”

“Not exactly,” Ephraim smirked, He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans with nothing on underneath and looked damn dashing. After making sure none of their hotel neighbors were watching, he came into their room and closed the door behind him. Ephraim wasted zero time. From his back pocket he withdrew a small box and got on one knee.
“August Reynolds Tarbell. I cannot fucking stand the idea of you thinking I don’t love you enough to send you out into the world without some assurance you’ve been claimed. You are my world, my reason for living. You gave me a reason to kick my Oxy habit. You pulled me through my mother’s passing. You encouraged me to be a mechanic and open my own shop. You…have always been so goddamn patient with me.” He swallowed hard, voice warbling, “I love you so much, please let me love you forever. I will never take it for granted. Will you marry me?”

August’s hands flew to his mouth. His knees were wobbling, so James stood by in case he fainted. The sailor could only nod his head and squeak out a “yes”. The entire hotel room erupted in roars, cat calls, and whoops. Hidden bottles of alcohol emerged from dresser drawers and under the bed. 
Ephraim put the ring on his fiance’s finger, dried his tears with the tissue, then sealed their promise with the most passionate, sweetest kiss. August melted into the sensation of his lips and the texture of Raimy’s tongue… he’d missed those kisses so goddamn much that he wished he could tell his lover without the threat of bursting like a damn. Ephraim pulled him close with an arm around the back of his neck and continued making out hard, not minding their audience.

James let them have their intimacy for a bit then thrust glasses of champagne into their hands. “Alright, alright, you can neck and have sex later but right now, we drink! To the happy couple!”

They got four noise complaints that night. Only two of those were from the party.

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“Hello =D”
“Er…hello…Where am I?”
“You’re in the Waiting Room,” the one on the right answered in the same perky voice.
“The Waiting Room? Woah, you have wings? Does that mean you’re -?”
“Angels? Yep. I’m Michael, that’s Daniel behind me. He’s a trainee.”
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, have I …am dead. I’ve died haven’t I?”
“Yep. They just lost you on operating table. Pretty messy down there, there’s blood everywhere. The Barrier Between is pretty thin right now so we’re holding you here until we know if we can put you back or not.”
“I…I don’t understand I – …oh god Hugo. Hugo! I was on my way to our anniversary dinner. He’s probably sitting there waiting, he has no idea. Someone needs to-”
Michael interrupted again, “Hugo’s in the hospital’s waiting room. He’s the one that called us actually. It was a pretty big signal, scared Daniel pretty good.”
Daniel hmph’ed, “That was not funny.”
“It was terribly amusing. Oh look, seems like you get to go back. Lucky you! Any questions before you go?”
“You..so you’re telling me that you answered Hugo’s prayers? Prayer actually works?”
“Oh gracious no, it’s love that calls us, love. Bye now, see you in 71 years!”

Dr. Turner polished her glasses on the way to the waiting room. She was wearing a fresh coat. “Is there a Mr. Hugo Evans here?”
“ME! That’s me! I’m Hugo,” a handsome man sulking in the corner dropped the magazine he wasn’t really reading and bolted up right, “Is Jesse alive oh please god tell me he isn’t dead please…”
Dr. Turner sat on the chair next to him, encouraging him to sit back down too, “Mr. Mays survived surgery.”
Hugo sucked in air sharply and covered his mouth as fresh tears cascaded down his face, “Oh god, Jesse…”
“I won’t sugar-coat things for you, Mr. Evans. We lost a pulse on the table but we were able to bring it back. He’s stable and in critical care now, but the next 24 hours are going to be extremely crucial. Statistically those injuries have a near 99% mortality rate, so Mr. Mays has already passed the worst hurdle. He’s very lucky.”
The patient’s boyfriend was speechless with emotion so the doctor let him sob.
Hugo sniffled, “I…don’t feel very lucky right now. I feel very scared. He…can…can I see him?”
She paused, “You can, but to be honest I would not recommend it alone. Can you contact his family? It’s a lot to see alone.”
Mr. Evans wiped his nose on a tissue from a box he found on the sidetable and nodded, “I…I’ll call his mom, she’ll call the rest.” He hiccuped.
Dr. Turner gave him a reassuring pat before noting she’d check in with him soon, then left to check on Mr. May’s status.

An hour later, when Jesse’s mother was sitting besides the wrecked body of her son, a nurse came by to hand her the patient’s belongings in a bag. There wasn’t much – most of his clothing had been cut off by the paramedics and too sodden to save. She rifled through the socks and debris, tears silently sliding down her face. Her fingers bumped something small yet bulky wrapped in an opaque plastic bag and stuffed in a shoe. Curiously, she dug it out and peeked at the contents. Inside, was an indigo velvet box.