#I never would have thought I'd be so excited

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Clouds, Cookies & 'Roos

Here's some more fluff, cos' I feel like all I have written recently is heavy angst, so I thought I'd try give you all a bit of a break.

I want to turn this into a mini series, so hit me up with any ideas if you have any!

Pairings: steph catley x child reader Warnings: nothing, just adorable fluff.

You'd never been on an airplane, having been born in England and always being too little to travel any time previously, you'd never had the chance to experience it, so you definitely had mixed feelings about your first adventure on one of them.

You were heading to Australia for the first time, the world cup was going to be hosted over there in your mama's home country and it was an opportunity that she was ecstatic for and she wanted to share that experience with you.

"Hey sweetie, are you excited about your first big adventure on the airplane?" Your mama, Steph knelt down to meet your eye level.

You weren't so convinced that it would be as fun as your mum kept saying that it would be, "M' scared, Mama. What if the plane's too loud or bumpy?" you questioned.

Steph sympathetically smiled as she gently brushed your hair out of your face, her heart ached for your anxiety about the flight, "I understand, baby and it's perfectly normal to feel a little nervous about flying, escpecially when it's your first time" Steph's voice is gentle and reassuring, "But hey, guess what? I'm going to be right here with you, every single step of the way" she told you.

"Really?" Your voice was quiet as you asked.

Steph nodded in agreement, "Yep, and you know what else? Once we're up in the air, you'll be able to see the clouds and they look so cool, like fluffy pillows just floating in the sky" she told you, trying to make you feel a bit more excited about getting on the plane, "And the flight attendants will bring us snacks and drinks, so it'll just be like a picnic in the clouds" she explained.

A small tentive smile tugged at the corners of your lips, "Really, Mama? Can we have chocolate chip 'ookies?" you ask with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. You can have all the chocolate chip cookies that you want, within reason cos' we don't you being sick now, do we?" Steph said as her eyes sparkled in amusement, watching you do a little dance in your seat, "You know what's even better? When we land in Australia, you'll be able to see all the animals as well, like the kangaroos and koalas. Doesn't that sound like fun?" she questioned.

Hearing the mention of animals, your eyes lit up in complete joy, "We're gonna see the Roos'?" you wondered, your apprehension was soon melting away to be replaced with a spark of excitment.

Steph nodded enthusiastically, "Yep, you'll be able to see them hop really, really high" she told you just the flight you were boarding was called out, "That's our flight, sweetie. Are you ready to get on the plane?" she questioned, holding out her hand for you to take.

"Excited, Mama!" You beamed a wide smile, all but now tugging at her hand in the direction of the depature gate, "Come on, Mama. Lets' go, I want to see the 'Roos!" you squealed, excitedly as Steph chuckled in amusment and was quick to follow, not having the heart to tell you that it would be a long flight before you were able to see your beloved 'Roos like you were excited for.

© scribblesofagoonerr

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[watermelonlovershigh]

i seen a trend online where the girl pretends to have a tampon stuck in her and asks her boyfriend if he's get it out. do you think you could write something like that with harry in it?

-🌼

TikTok Prank on Harry /blurb/

AN: i think that trend is very telling on what kind of partner these women have lol. love that trend but some of them i feel are staged. anyways i hope you enjoyed this and make sure to leave your feedback.

This story contains: mentions of a stuck tampon, mentions of blood, fluff, inuidos of sex at the end

{ husband!harry - softrry - no kids - current harry era }

word count: 662

You decide to do the viral tiktok trend on Harry where you tell him you got your tampon stuck and need his help removing it to see his reaction.

"Harry," you call from the bathroom, "can you come here for a second?" You'd seen this trend on TikTok where these women were pranking their boyfriends or husbands into thinking they got a tampon stuck inside of them to see if their partner would help them retrieve it or not. So of course you had to try this prank out on your husband.

A minute later the bathroom door creaks open and Harry asks, "Yeah?" once he steps fully inside. His view is of you wrapped in a towel, sitting on the closed toilet seat because you were about to take a shower. He thinks you look beautiful right now, but you'd be even more beautiful without that white fluffy towel you have wrapped around your torso.

Looking up innocently at your sweet, sweet husband, you fib, "So um, I kinda have a problem. You see, before my shower I was gonna remove my old tampon but I can't find it."

Harry looks at you with a confused expression. "What'd you mean you can't find it?"

Dragging the lie on, you continue, "The string, Harry. I went to pull it out but the string is gone. It must have went up too far inside me or something."

Now looking concerned, Harry starts, "So...." He's still slightly confused as to what you're needing him to do about your situation.

Huffing out of fake annoyance, you finally ask, "Can you help me? Like see if you can pull it out?" You're not gonna lie, you are kind of scared to know his reaction. He could be one of the sweet and generous partners you see in those videos where he's fully up for helping. Or he could be one of those partners who is disgusted by the idea of helping with that problem.

Without second thoughts, Harry steps closer to you and says, "Oh yeah, of course. Just gonna need you to tell me how far I need to reach my fingers up there." Okay, its confirmed. You did marry the perfect man. He begins to kneel in front of you and pulls his right sleeve up because he really thinks he's needing to help fish out your bloody tampon.

"Baby, baby, baby." you repeat over and over again, looking down with love in your eyes. You've got to stop the lie before it goes too far.

"What? M'gonna help you but you're gonna need to drop the towel and spread your legs." Though it sounds dirty out of context, you know Harry meant that with pure and innocent intent.

You reach forward and place your hands on his shoulders. "Baby, I was kidding. It was a prank. I don't actually have a tampon stuck inside me. I just wanted to tell you that to see if you'd actually help me if I really did have one stuck or not."

Relief washes over Harry's features because though he'd help you in a flash, he also wasn't excited about having to pull out your lost, bloody tampon. "Well of course I would've helped, love. How else would you've gotten it out, besides a trip to the doctors. I'd do anything for you."

You lean over and press a kiss to his lips which accidently makes your towel fall off your body. Harry grabs your hips to stabilize his squatting position and once the kiss turns into something more heated, you pull away and request, "Come get in the shower with me. I'm not actually on my period either."

Without much thinking, Harry quickly stands up and starts to shed his clothes off. He's never gonna pass up the offer of showering with his wife. "My love, I would have gotten in the shower with you even if you were on your period, you know." And when he's fully naked, you stand up from the toilet seat and walk hand in hand into the walk-in shower where your heated kisses continue and much, much more begins.

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[beatrixstonehill2]

"Well, it really happened! The rumors circulating are totally true, my former sister and I were pushed to attend a detrans bootcamp. Our families really wanted to see us experience this together and be openminded. Despite having socially transitioned in gradeschool and being on estrogen since forever (just look at the giant, fat breasts we developed as 'girls' 🤢), we didn't want to let our families down. Although we knew they wanted us to detrans for a while now. Guess they never lost faith even as we brought so many guys home and rode their cocks long into the night, our fat boy-tits bouncing and clapping together as we moaned like porn stars. Because of course almost everything we knew about being girls came from porn, so we acted like whores and slept with pretty much any guy who didn't mind that we both had a fat cock between our legs.

When we got to bootcamp we were surprised to learn we'd immediately be taken off estrogen, put on testosterone and drugs to help our cocks grow. We showed the people at the bootcamp our cocks were already eight inches and pretty thick but it wasn't good enough, apparently. So we reluctantly started going through male puberty, which was kind of fun. As twins it was nice going through this at the exact same time instead of one of us detransing over a boyfriend or something. So, we made the most of it and got used to life on this island paradise, surrounded by other trans girls who were all at least a little bit excited to detrans. Some were absolutely gorgeous, some of the prettiest 'girls' we've ever seen, and none of them were smaller breasted than a G-Cup.

We bonded and fucked at first, but as our bodies got more masculine, our voices dropped, we all grew facial hair but at least we were allowed to shave it. We started resembling guys too much to be turned on by each other anymore, and the bootcamp started making more sense. We went from staying near our huts and main camp, just eating and fucking like most girls, to going out, exploring, exercising, hunting, building more camps around the island, ladders, bridges, and other things to make getting around easier. Finally, testosterone was evolving us past being mindless fuckdolls....

We noticed the only other people but the sparse staff, who made sure we were fed and hydrated, were beautiful girls--yet we had no idea why. All over the island, there were clusters of cisgirls wearing skimpy island dresses, some barely clothed at all. We still had no idea what the objective of this bootcamp was, other than seeing our bodies turn male. Soon, we finally understood, right around the time we asked to finally have out huge boobs removed because they got in the way and we suddenly realized just how ridiculous they looked on us. It was around then we knew what the goal was. We had to do what men did--repopulate the island, so to speak. It was like a scavenger hunt to see how many girls we could get pregnant. The staff tallied it up and tested our DNA to make sure who the father was, meaning we had to be territorial. If we found a new group of girls who weren't pregnant we'd need to fuck them, keep them well-fucked, and prevent any of the other men from impregnating them.

We worked together as twins, so we had an advantage. I'd protect our budding harem, and my brother would go out, find new girls, abduct them or force them all back to our harem, tucked away on the far side of the island. The girls were all drop dead beautiful of course, thick with really big breasts, fat asses, juicy thighs, gorgeous faces, hand-picked from colleges all around the country, given fertility drugs, breast-growth drugs, and fed an ample diet to ensure they were curvy in just the right way that when our male brains awoke, we'd find it irresistible to breed them. The final tally was my brother and I matched with 64 of girls' broods, none of which were below quadruplets. We ranked the highest, narrowly beating out the girl I thought was the prettiest, a Korean-American trans girl with a set of K-Cup breasts, who I gleefully hooked up with my first night at bootcamp,

Now it's unfortunately time to go home, as all the girls we bred prepare for the next round of fakegirls to masculinize and get them severely knocked up. I think they're earning college credits? Either way, I'll miss our little harem, but all the more reason for my brother and I to come home, stalk the various colleges around us, local parks, maybe even a library or two where a few buxom young college girls might be tucked away, thinking they're safe. I think it's time we start up a new harem and use the prize money to buy a house to keep all of our new pets. They may be reluctant at first but soon enough our new harem of plump, fertile hucows will grow to love being our personal collection of mindless, baby-filled cum dumps. We'll see to it."

#detrans kink #mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #detrans nsft #mtftm nsft

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

What is your favorite animal?

Hm, let's do the Outcasts quartet for this one

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1. What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

Izjik: "Oh spirits, there was this one time back when I was a kid, I'd just started my apprenticeship as a hunter for my enclave, and one of our patrols found a drakeling carcass. Now, that's a pretty big deal - a drakeling will feed the enclave for weeks - and this one was really fresh, as it'd just been killed in the spring rut. So, Dzako - my old mentor - decided it'd be a good thing for me to learn to butcher it. ...Let's just say I didn't listen super well to where he told me the acid glands were. I'm lucky I didn't lose my hands, but damn if everyone wasn't mad at me. A whole week of fresh meat, gone in one mislaid swipe of a cocky teen's knife..."

Sepo: "Ugh, just one? I wasn't the most attentive child, so be it romantic or malevolent attention, I usually didn't notice. There was this one boy - I was maybe eleven at the time - who kept leaving notes in my bag. I'd usually toss them out, but the one I happened to read held a place and time to meet. I asked Saius about it, and he said the other boy probably wanted to hang out because he wished to be friends. I thought that was stupid, but Saius pressured me into going. A day later, I went to this random park, and turned out, it was not a friendly invite. Apparently, according to the other boy, I had 'marred his honor' by implying his sister was a prostitute and then repeatedly ignoring his confrontational notes. To be perfectly honest, I don't remember saying that about his sister, but then again, I might’ve not meant anything by it. Growing up in a high-end brothel tends to warp a child's view of things. Anyways, long story short, the other boy beat my ass. I never let Saius live that one down, even when he shaved the other boy's head in the dead of the night for me."

Twenari: "I mean, I'm twelve, so I have some more childhood to go, but I do remember one incident from when I was very little. I was probably around seven, so before I'd started working for my mother. She and I were on the deck of The Promise and I was showing her the magic I'd been learning. I'd just figured out the ice sigil and I was terribly excited. Excited enough that I ended up freezing her shoes to the deck. Imagine it - the most terrifying smuggler to ever stalk the Janazi Sea, swearing up a storm as her seven-year-old giggles because her mom's shoes are stuck. Yeah, I'm really not surprised my training doubled after that."

Djek: "Gods, this must've been... my first year on the street? No, my second, cause I'd had some teeth knocked out by then. I was out hunting rats with my little shiv. Fayuki rats are good eating, I'll have you know. Nice and fat, but as mean as dogs when you have them cornered. I was chasing this really chunky one through the alleyways, and I was super intent. Not only were rats food, but there was this guy I knew who'd buy the pelts off of you for two whole tuec. I chased this thing for almost a quarter mile before it squeezed its fat behind into a building. Of course, I followed it, not realizing that the building it had ran into was a fancy boutique. Yeah, you can imagine. A whole flock of uppity ladies started screaming as I ran out of a storage closet after this massive godsdamned rat. Someone got a hose from somewhere. Don't even know why they had one in the first place, to be honest. They tried to force me out with the cold water, but frankly, that was the first bath I'd had in months, so I didn't mind. It was the dye they threw that was kinda fucked up. I caught the rat in the end, but when I turned in that pelt, it and I were both splashed in a lovely permanent spring green hair dye. The kids on the street called my Greenie for months."

2. What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

Izjik: "My washava. It's a weapon and a tool, great for hunting and trapping. It's been a trusty companion of mine for many shitty situations."

Sepo: "Only a week? Some books. I can drink seawater and fish for food in my siren form, so if survival is no issue, I'd love a quiet week to catch up on my reading."

Twenari: "A boat. Then I wouldn't be there for a week. Duh."

Djek: "Cucumbers. I think those count as food and water, so I bet I could survive off those for a week."

3. What is your favorite animal?

Izjik: "I like a lot of animals, but probably leopard seals are my favorite. Twenari told me about them and I'd love to see one in real life!"

Sepo: "Landhorse, but just her though. All other horses can get fucked."

Twenari: "This is going to sound stupid, but seagulls. They're so fun to watch fly and play, and if you see one over open ocean, that means land is close by, which is always welcome indeed."

Djek: "Pine martins. You ever seen one of those little bastards? They're just so damn cute!"

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I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @tryingtowritestuff24 @sergeantnarwhalwrites @bunnymermaidwrites and anyone else who wants in :)

Your questions are:

1. What is (or would be) your favorite subject in school?

2. Have you ever played a prank on someone?

3. If you could swap bodies with anyone you know for a day, who would it be?

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #oc questions

[kyuhu]

Anyway I had the best and most surreal moment by meeting a super sweet Liet and Nyo!R.ussia cosplayer today who recognized my keychain shfgshdaj 😭

#we swapped keychains :D they gave me a francis #they went ohh you have kyuhus art #and I think I probably made the dumbest face ever #it was so cool though and they were so kind #never thought a thing like that would actually happen #oh I am kyuhu is a thing I thought I'd never say in rl ;v; ahh #sniffles #delete later #but I'm so excited I just had to share

[jungwookjins]

GUYS

#HELLO?? #like shut uppppp omg #this is so exciting they're gonna have sm fun #i need them to come here omg #i wish it was after my semester bc i'd be home and they're more likely to come to sf than boston but w/e #i'll save up and travel for this and miss class idc #i never thought my nugu boys would come here so soon #also perfect timing to perform an early 2023 release 👀 #onlyoneof #ooo #ennuitxt

[tieflingbi]

i finished endwalker i need to lie down for the next 20 years 😭😭😭

#never in a thousand years would i have thought i'd ever make it this far in this game when i started playing for the like 3rd time last year #IT WAS SO GOOD THO I CRIED SO MUCH #100/10 QUALITY STUFF #it's also uhhhhhh 4.30am and i should. rlly actually go lie down and sleep lmao #but now i can also get that island thingy unlocked 👀 #v excited about that. and everything else that's still to come #also so proud of myrri my baby my girly my love #she's come so far!!! they grow up so fast!!! qq #kisses her forehead and tucks her into bed as well. she's earned it

[thebeautifulfantastic]

okay I've kept the news to myself long enough

I GOT ACCEPTED INTO [redacted] COLLEGE! and I will be studying abroad next year ahhh :')))

#not being able to say the name of the college on here kind of undermines the effect of excitement and surprise alsdkjf #BUT i'll just say that it's a very good performing arts college that i auditioned for in february #not in london though! i can say that #it's closer to home (new england) but i'm in a study abroad program for the first year where i'll be going to Spain #i had quite honestly lost all hope by now and thought i'd be spending another year at home #so i'm very very very thankful for this #and the irony of it of course is that a year ago i would never have considered this school as an option for me. but here we are #eeeee!!!!! Things are Happening!!!! #belle speaks #adventures in showbiz #i've known this for a couple days but sneakily kept it to myself lol

[chennnington]

Haha, I almost forgot that one time in my early 20s when I still thought I could write and submitted something to some website that was like some writer community where you had to get approved to join.

And I was rejected cause my writing sucks after all.

I wish all those grown-ups who read my writing when I was a kid hadn't lied to me. I grew up thinking I was a great writer. Then I was an adult and suddenly I sucked and it hit me unexpectedly and I never fully recovered.

#but I get it. nobody wants to be the asshole who tells an excited child who created something that their creation sucks #when my brother and me were adults mom told us how much she hated the pictures we drew and brought home from kindergarten #they were so ugly but she had to praise us and hang them up and she hated how ugly the kitchen looked with those shitty drawings :D #luckily I figured out I suck at drawing before someone else could tell me how shitty I am #but I wish I could've known earlier that my writing sucks #and I was so dumb after submitting something to that website #cause I sent my YA book to all the agents I could find #every year that pic of me proudly holding my printed manuscript shows up in my facebook memories #and one of two things I'd do if I could time travel would be to punch my past self in the face and stop them from sending those emails #cause now the thought of agents reading that pile of trash makes me sick #I think I'll message my friend and ask her to delete the email with book 1 as well #I mean how stupid is that? 'I don't let people read my stuff cause it sucks but hey let's make my best friend read it' #and thus make her uncomfortable when she has to come up with an excuse why she couldn't finish it #or she'll have to lie to me and say she liked it #tbh I'm pretty sure she did try to read it but she hates it cause it sucks so she tells me she hasn't read it yet #I'll just never ask her about it again so that topic can just die #just like 10-ish years ago when another friend was so excited to read the book I wrote back then #so I sent it to her and never heard back from her #well of course not. she was a super smart and cool and ambitions person and I wrote ...THAT #disgusting #in short: I should've learned my place much earlier cause now everything is harder because of it #I still have those idiotic moments of 'hey what if my writing is good' #no you fucking loser it's not. they lied to you cause you were a fucking wimp as a child and nobody wanted to make you cry #tbh I probably shouldn't even be writing that series right now #what purpose does it have? it sucks. nobody will ever read it. I'm lying to myself when I enjoy writing #cause there's nothing enjoyable about creating shit that pollutes everything #maybe I'll just delete it all #why not delete myself while I'm at it

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I'm kind of sad that we didn't get the Buffy the Vampire Slayer leprechaun episode that the writers almost accidentally wrote. (Like, I guess Joss Whedon one time joked about wanting a leprechaun episode and the writers legit thought he was serious about it. And they were working on it, researching leprechaun myths and everything, and then he had to tell them that he'd been kidding.)

The closest thing we get to leprechaun in the Buffyverse is probably in the tie-in book (that's actually a "choose your own adventure book") "Colony." Where there seems to be something similar to a leprechaun, that Buffy keeps calling a leprechaun/comparing to a leprechaun. But it's not a leprechaun, because I guess leprechauns don't exist in the Buffyverse (part of me wonders if that was an inside joke about that aforementioned thing, but I have no idea. Probably not?) At least according to this tie-in novel.

#buffy the vampire slayer #part of me kind of wonders why NOT a leprechaun episode? we have other weird things. it could have potentially worked #and we could have tied in stuff with angel's home and past perhaps. idk. -shrugs- #side note: i love in the tie-in book buffy just seeing the leprechaun looking thing and getting all excited and going 'leprechaun!' #and angel in particular (i mean. the others kind of are too. like giles) just kind of shaking his head and going 'it's not a leprechaun' #and he knows because he fought the thing before. but i also wonder if it's because if leprechauns were real (which they aren't in this #story). they would have been in ireland according to legend. and angel grew up in ireland so he's like 'no buffy. no.' #anyway. now i'm reminded of how my sister and i. back in the day. always wanted a supernatural episode about dreamcatchers that never happe #*happened #i even started writing a fic about it more than a decade ago. i'd say i should have finished it--and i probably should have--but my writing #back then was so bad that even if i would have liked the story back #then by now i would hate said fic #and be wanting to rewrite it if nothing else #ANYWAY a dreamcatcher episode of supernatural in the early seasons would have been cool #you know... it would have been pretty great if the non-leprechaun thing in colony had somehow ended up being a leprechaun though. #thus proving buffy right #like maybe the other one angel had fought like it (or that he thought was like it) wasn't. but this one was. and thus everyone was wrong #that would have been a good twist and kind of funny. because it WAS leprechaun-y and i get why buffy was saying what she did i mean. lol #Oh. I should probably mention that the non-leprechaun thing in colony is a side thing. Not the main plot

[theduchessofnaxos]

So, admissions didn't exactly go the way I wanted - I am excited about the offer I got, and it's a great school that my professor wouldn't have recommended if he didn't think it was a good program. But I applied to a lot of the top-tier "name brand" programs - some of which I was really excited about - and the closest I got to them was one MA admission. And that's a little bit of a hard pill to swallow when you're a privileged fuck who's had your family talking about how you'll do great things your whole life.

Fast forward to today, I'm watching a movie where the main character doesn't get into the top school she applied to and has a hard time with it. Texted my friends to joke that watching this was a bad idea. And I get back "I'm watching [some guy]'s tour of England and he stops in Cambridge. I think it's just now sinking in." Because my friend got into an MPhil at Cambridge.

I love my friend. And obviously I don't want her to suppress her joy about her amazing accomplishment. But goddamn lady, have some tact? 😂

#I'm fine #I'll get over it at some point #and the school i got into is actually a family tradition so that's neat #and i was almost as excited about it as i was about the name brand programs #it's just a bit of a blow to my ego #and the fact that my friend is celebrating getting into one of the best programs on earth is clashing with that #Also can we talk about how people having too much confidence in you can fuck you up too? #like obviously I'm very lucky to have a supportive family #my friend keeps talking about how no one thought she'd amount to much and of course I'm lucky that everyone was convinced i would #but now i haven't really. i have amounted to pretty average. #so instead of focusing on how i got in somewhere and I can spend five years doing what i love #I'm debating going to the MA program that sounds pretty cool but is wicked expensive #and means I'd have to reapply either this year or the year after #because I'm supposed to be perfect #and to be clear i do feel like a heinous and unlikeable snob for feeling this way. #i am aware that whining about getting into a PhD program because it isn't name brand is ridiculous #and god knows i feel bad talking about feeling like I'm worth less #like I'd never ever hold anyone else to this standard because everyone else is an excellent well rounded individual who's amazing #and has so much inherent worth regardless of what any institution says #but you see I am a very boring academia worm who has to be the best #because if someone else is the runner up that means we both have value #if I'm the runner up they have value and I'm utterly worthless #i am in therapy for this for the record #I'm working on it it's just a consistent and known problem with the way my brain works

[teaboot]

On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.

I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.

It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.

I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.

My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.

Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.

It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.

I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".

Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.

Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.

It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.

#Ramble #Sorry I just took my sleeping pills lol #Seepy

[andhumanslovedstories]

A code status is what you want the hospital to do if your heart or breathing stops, and we've got two basic options: full code which means we do EVERYTHING and Do Not Resuscitate or DNR which means we do less than everything. There's like little add-ons like intubated or not intubated, or blood products or no blood products, but that's basic gist of it. Do you want us to try everything we can to save your life or if your heart stops, is that it? And then we take that information and put it in your chart and make it very prominent in case we need to find it quickly in an emergency. Jane Doe, 72 years old, DNR. John Whatsisname, 49 years old, full code. Like that.

Anyway I'd like to propose a third code status that we'll call "DNR!!!" This is when you not only don't want heroic measures to extend your life, you are so excited to die. I thought of this recently when getting report on a patient, and the day nurse talking to me was like, "Alice Smith, 80 years old, DNR and she will tell you that herself." And I was like, "I don't think code status is gonna come up organically," and the nurse was like, "It won't, but she'll tell you anyway." And then I introduced myself to the patient, and like three minutes in as we're talking about pain meds, she goes, "and by the way, when I'm dead, I'm DEAD. Don't be bringing me back! Every woman in my family has lived past 90, and I'm here to break that tradition! NO one needs to live that long, and I certainly don't, and frankly it's indecent for me to have made it this far. God willing the reaper will come for me any day now. I would never take actions to make him come sooner, but I'm not moving that fast and he is DAWDLING. Disgusting. No work ethic these days. And don't bother with a grave, just chuck me out the window and let the birds at me."

And I'm like "so is that a no to the tylenol"

And she was like "oh no, I'd love some tylenol and a warm blanket too. Now look at me. I've done everything I could possibly want to do in this world and quite a few things I didn't want to do, and personally I don't think I should have to keep doing things. I'd also love a cranberry juice."

Anyway. DNR!! I'm sorry to say she made it through the night completely unscathed.

#nursing tag

[victim9d]

hm.

#negative cw #our other best friend came over and my roommate mentioned that hes here but never anything past that #and i just went to the bathroom and heard them all playing the board game we were all gonna play and. no one told me #like i would've probably said no bc the kids are here and I'd be uncomfortable but. it hurts? #its a game ive never played before (cluedo) that i bought specifically bc i thought it would be fun to play with my best friends but #god i hate this my stupid brain is so self sabotaging and now im just 'well okay so im never ever gonna play cluedo then this has ruined it' #i hate this i hate everything ab this but my brain gets so all or nothing in situations like this #and i will frequently go for Nothing bc i feel like this is a. it feels once again like i am being excluded from the only friends i have #and its. if it was any other day I'd say maybe they dont wanna keep me up bc of work but i dont work tomorrow #me not working tomorrow is WHY we were gonna play board games tonight literally the entire reason #bc i could stay up later and it'd be fine #but also its fucking 7pm its not that late and they've been going for a couple hours already #and i just. it hurts that they didnt even ask if i wanted to play when ive spent days excited for this #i have talked excitedly ab playing cluedo and now i never ever want to see that game ever again i hate it #i wish i had. i wish i had friends outside of just my 2 roommates and our best friend #like i don't even mean i want people im as close to as them i literally just. i dont know anyone else #no one else would ever want to spend time with me #and i am constantly watching them all make new friends and bring new people into their lives and i just. dont #and its not for lack of trying!!!!! i am always trying So Hard to meet people and make friends but just. it. #i have known for Years like at least a decade that i am fundamentally difficult for people to like especially in person so ive clung to #the trio ive had but i just. i feel like. they are moving on #and its felt that way for a long time for a lot of reasons and its just. i do not understand what im doing wrong #or why people never like me #i wish so badly i could've just been happy with the body i was born in i feel like if i had just settled w being a girl people might like me #i don't know this is stupid and depressing and will be deleted i just #hearing them playing and having fun and the fact that they never even thought to involve me just Hurts

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Alastor x fem! reader

Background: (Y/N) is the elder Morningstar, and wants to fix her relationship with her dad. But her dad hates her boyfriend.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Finale

Allusions to sex, actual sex, angel being angel, and cannibalism

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Angel spit out his drink, "You're with Alastor?!"

"Yeah, thoughts?"

"And prayers, girl," Angel could never imagine a sweet girl like (Y/N) getting it on with the Radio Demon himself.

But everyone has their kinks, he supposed.

Alastor manifested behind her, and she immediately felt his presence. Pressing herself against him, he leaned into her warmth and kept his arms around her shoulders.

"How was your day, mon amour?"

"It'll be even better," She trailed off, turning around to face him, "when we meet my dad for dinner."

Silence.

And not even radio silence.

"Not to be rash, but I'm sure your father would sooner see my head on a pike than on my body," Alastor adored the fact that she was mending their bond, even more so when Lucifer makes the effort.

But announcing their relationship to him?

He could see it ending in flames.

"I know you two don't get along, but I thought a nice dinner might smooth things over."

"And if he disapproves of us?" He lifted her head upwards with his finger, bemused as to what her answer may be.

"Then he'll have to get used to it," (Y/N) replied, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine.

Only a feeling that the she-devil he was utterly obsessed with could provide.

"Ugh, can you guys go fuck somewhere else?" Angel said, "or at all? I can't imagine going a lifetime without dick."

Alastors eye twitch, "now that's our business, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay," Charlie spoke up, "you guys go get ready."

Charlie couldn't help but notice the change in Alastor. It had only been a few months, but being in her sisters presence alone has made him kind. Sure, the both of them would skin someone alive over an insult, but Alastor would rip out his own eyes if (Y/N) asked.

A perfect match.

(Y/N) dawned a black dress with a pearl necklace that Alastor bought for her. Well, she thinks he bought it but he actually stole it off of a fresh kill.

How sweet.

"Pumpkin! Oh look at you! You're as radiant as ever!" Lucifer fawned over his daughter as they made it to the restaurant, making it a point to ignore the red demon behind her.

"Catching strays?" Lucifer gestured to him.

"Lovely to see you again," Alastor retorted.

"Dad, why don't we go inside? And Alastor will be joining us," now, Lucifer didn't forget what he said. He recognized that the fearsome deer demon had the intention of claiming Princess (Y/N) as his own, but did his daughter return such feelings?

Honestly, Lucifer feared that.

Not it being Alastor persay, but his little girls being hurt.

He knew how awful it felt to go through the divorce with Lilith, and then her disappearance.

He didn't ever want his daughters to feel that way.

"So, Alastor, what do you do again?"

"I have a radio broadcast. Your daughter has actually helped me repair the studio after the attack," He laid his land on hers.

And Lucifer picked up Alastors hand.

And placed it away from hers.

"Uh, dad-"

"Look, if you two are fucking, don't tell me."

"Dad!" Her face burned red, "we aren't-that's not. . .I love Alastor, and he loves me. I want you to accept us both."

"Love? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pumpkin, I don't think-"

"I'm not a little kid," She interrupted, "I'm a grown woman, and I'm able to make my own decisions. I want to be with Alastor because I love him. You may not think I know what love is, but I know it's what I feel with Alastor."

That's when he saw it.

That look.

Whilst (Y/N) was defending herself, defending their love, Alastor looked at her. Only her. And it was like he was staring at the nebula itself, seeing all its beauty in the Heir of Hell. His smile faltered, closing his mouth, and his eyes softened.

It's the same look that he used to give Lilith.

"If I ever hear that you've made her cry, or even laid a single hand upon her," Lucifer stared him down, "I'll make you disappear."

"A man true to his word. Looks like we have something in common," Alastor agreed, his hand back on hers. She gave him a smile, one that reminded him of Lilith.

The rest of dinner went off without any incidents. The small jab here and there, but no one died, and no one was stabbed. Lucifer learned more about his daughters business and how she lit up talking about it.

"You hardly ate, Alastor. Is something wrong?" (Y/N) asked when her father went to the restroom.

"Oh no, my dear. Just hungry for something else, is all," His eyes raked up her form, earning a cough from the she-devil.

Honestly, she didn't know where he was on his spectrum. She was fine never even being intimate, so long as he was happy, but this spark in his eyes lit a fire within her.

"O-oh. . .are you sure?" Believe it or not, (Y/N) had only had sex twice and both times she'd call it lackluster.

"I don't want you to force yourself if you don't want to," oh how innocent she was. Honestly, Alastor assumed he was aroace before he met the she-devil. Her ferocity - her chaos in fights, her genuine kindness, and her soul - itself brought out that spark.

There are moments where the carnal desire needs to be satisfied.

"Mon cher, I'd never ask if I didn't mean it."

That look, it made her softly gasp.

"Alast-"

"Ew."

Right.

Lucifer.

He showed up from his restroom break and found the pair giving eachother "fuck me" eyes.

"Could I eat my dinner without you groping my child?" Lucifer hissed, despite Alastor only touching her hand.

He blinked, thinking how he's never even groped a woman.

"Maybe."

Sick bastard.

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"Fuck! Alastor!"

(Y/N) had never cum before, so Alastor being her first to ever do so and smiling away at her quivering legs made it so much better.

"Oh fuck. . ." She moaned weakly, his tongue slithering in and out of her to lick up every last drop.

"Al. . ." She was breathless, staring at his strained member. Reaching up to unzip his pants, he tutted as he grabbed her wrist.

"Al?"

"It's about you. Don't worry about me, amour," He purred, kissing the bite marks on her thighs.

"But you-"

Before she could detest further, wishing to satisfy him, the door opened.

"Oh my God, they were right! Alastor, you sly dog," Angel Dust was at the door, and Alastor quickly covered his beloveds' body with the covers before his horns started to grow and his back stretched.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Not before you make love to me, you're not," still in his demonic form, (Y/N) blew a gust of wind to slam the door shut.

Her body displayed on the bed, Alastor agreed.

"And stay in that form. It suits you."

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