#I'd hoped i could get something up this weekend but I've been in bed the past 2 days with a back spasm 😑

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR LOTS AND LOTS OF FLIRTING ♡ *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

what did you think after our first kiss?

what did i do to deserve you?

what are you craving right now?

i can't stop thinking about you.

you can't do that and expect me not to kiss you!

i never believed in true love until i met you.

sometimes i can't get enough of you.

my days get brighter when i think of you.

don't get mad if i fall asleep on you.

will you be mine?

you make my head spin and my knees shake.

i like it when we hold hands.

i want to grow old with you.

how do i look in your shirt?

that was really adorable.

let's skip the small talk and go straight to flirting.

i've been thinking about you all morning.

what did you think of our first date?

i could stare into your eyes forever.

come here. let me hold you for a while.

sorry, i got lost in your eyes. can you say that again?

i love your laugh.

i had a dream about you last night.

i want to spend the rest of my life by your side.

are you in the mood to have some fun?

how much skin is too much skin to show on our date tonight?

can i take you on a date?

do that again. that was really cute.

was it good for you?

you're really hot. just thought you should know.

how can you resist this face?

want to be my little spoon?

nobody understands me like you do.

i'm trying to flirt with you, but clearly it's not working.

you're so cute.

you don't know what you do to me.

i don't know what i'd do without you.

when can i see you again?

my bed smells like you.

i hope you feel the same way.

how about we take this to the bedroom?

you drive me crazy.

are you wearing my shirt? it looks good on you.

let me give you a nice, long massage.

you mean a lot to me.

you're pretty irresistable.

have you been flirting this whole time?

i thought about your smile today.

why don't you come sit with me? there's plenty of room.

it's okay if you fall asleep on me.

stay close to me.

you make everything brighter.

it's you. it's only ever going to be you.

you're cute when you blush.

i don't want to share you with anyone.

i wish i could wake up next to you every morning.

you make it hard to focus.

hey, i'm not the one with the cute smile! you are!

want to try that again?

you are my whole world.

i miss the taste of your kiss.

want to make them jealous?

i was counting down the minutes until i saw you.

you're my favorite type of distraction.

i think i'm addicted to you.

don't worry, i make a great pillow.

you're a great hugger.

you make all my dreams come true.

i can't stop thinking about last night.

i never want to know a world without you.

ever since i met you... i haven't stopped thinking about you.

you're more than enough.

let me get a good look at you.

i love everything about you.

you're a very special person.

you have amazing hands.

i promise you a weekend you'll never forget.

i have something special planned for tonight.

you're cute when you get like that.

oh no. not the puppy dog pout. you know i can't resist that.

i saw this and thought of you, so i had to get it.

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

All My Dreaming, It's Only Given a Name

Inspired by the Hozier song "To Someone in a Warmer Climate"... I'm fucking obsessed with it. I can't stop listening to it. If you haven't heard it, you simply MUST.

Harry woke up slowly, the room was still dark, his body warm and so content he couldn't be bothered by the ways his muscles twinged with the need to shift.

There was a comforting weight around his shoulders, a hand in his hair, anchoring him to the warm presence beneath him. A second hand had slipped under his shirt, hot palm cupping his side.

Godric, he never wanted to move again.

"Hi," murmured softly against his temple, lips brushing over his forehead in a lazy approximation of a kiss.

His heart swelled and burst, pressing against his ribs, pushing his lungs until he couldn't breathe with it; this easy, gentle affection. A love so full, so gentle that it felt like the tide washing over him and pulling him along. Words seemed to great a feat, so he just pressed his nose into Draco's collarbone, hoped it was enough.

"Hello, darling," whispered soft and sweet into Harry's hair as Draco's fingers carded through the curls there, his other hand drawing Harry even closer, lightly squeezing his side. "It's so early, love."

A low whine escaped Harry's throat, his body pressing closer, stretching out against Draco's until their bodies were aligned.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly, holding Harry like he was something precious. "Come closer," he added, "close as you like."

"I'd like to crawl inside of your skin," Harry mumbled, then realized how odd that must sound.

Draco just chuckled softly, "I do understand that impulse," he said. "It doesn't ever feel like I can get close enough to you either."

He sighed, let the short-lived worry of being misunderstood fall away. "I used to dream about this, you know?"

"Did you?" he asked, voice warm like honey; indulgent, like he wanted to hear whatever Harry wanted to say no matter how ridiculous it might be.

He shook his head, "Not exactly," he said softly, turning to prop his chin on Draco's chest.

The other man shifted a bit so that he could look down at Harry, chin scrunching up in a way that should be unattractive but that Harry found impossibly endearing.

"My dreams are paltry in comparison to the reality of you," he murmured like a confession.

"Poetic," Draco replied, lips tilting up at the corners to soften his words, to tell Harry he was teasing, that he was feeling shy about being praised.

He hummed, "My whole life," he whispered, "There's this," he broke off, searching for the right word, "ache," he said, tapping his fingers against Draco's breastbone. He shook his head, "There's always been this yearning to be loved, to be held, to be cared for without the expectation of what I'll be able to give."

"Darling," Draco whispered, and Harry could hear the ache reflected in his voice. It was like this sometimes, like Draco took whatever was hurting Harry and held it in his own body, reflecting it back at him with an empathy and tenderness that left Harry elated and terrified all at once.

"But then there was you," he continued. "And all of my dreaming, it seems like a shadow compared to the reality of being loved by you. All of my longing, my yearning; the restless pursuit of something I never thought I could actually have-" he broke off, eyes stinging.

Draco's thumb brushed away a tear and lightly traced his cheekbone.

"I found all of the things I'd dreamt of in you," he managed. "And more," he added. "This is the fulfillment of everything I've ever wanted; a simple, cozy love. A shared bed, a shared home. Dinner together and evenings on the sofa, weekends attached at the hip. Someone to hold me gently, to kiss me tenderly. Someone who will let me hold them and love them with my love that's too big and never sufficient all at once."

"Darling," Draco murmured again. "You're not too much and you are enough," he assured. "I don't need anything more."

Harry nodded, snuggled back under Draco's arm, resting his head on his shoulder once more. "You make everything better."

"I love you," Draco breathed in that way of his, wondering and helpless, like the way he loved Harry was something that he found immense pleasure in. Godric, Harry loved it when he said it like that. "I love you so much," he repeated. "You make everything better too, darling."

"I love you too," Harry said softly, the simplest thing he knew. The truest thing he knew.

"Do you want to sleep a little more?" Draco asked through a yawn of his own.

He shrugged a shoulder, "Maybe," he said, "I do want to stay like this, even if I can't sleep any more."

"Alright," he agreed, dropping a kiss to the top of Harry's head. "Do you mind if I go back to sleep for a while?"

"Of course not," he said, squeezing Draco's ribs and kissing his collarbone.

Draco hummed, squeezed Harry a little tighter. "You're alright?"

Harry nodded, "Better than," he replied truthfully.

"Kay," Draco whispered, then as though sleeping was as easy for him as breathing, he dropped back off to sleep.

He lay there, listening to his beloved breathe, and couldn't fathom how his life had turned out sweeter than his very best dreams.

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(Read more of my fics, if you'd like)

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #short and sweet #one shot #Inspired by Hozier's Song “To Someone in a Warmer Climate” #That song is soooooo good. Seriously. Go listen to it. #is Harry Ace? Probably. But not explicitly stated. #“embracetheace” is the hashtag I've been trying to get trending in my friend groups. using that here too

[aaabsinthe]

Hi!! Can I request crushing and relationship headcanons for Junkerqueen with a fem s/o? Like how would she realize she likes them? thank you! :)

Junker Queen x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons

A/N: It's been a while y'all - boy am I glad to be back. Literally right after I posted my note about all of the stuff I'm working on, I got slammed with the biggest assessment I've had in my course so far (17 documents total once I'd finally finished it) and caught scarlet fever of all thing so it's taken a good while for me to finally feel well enough and have spare time to write - but here we are!

I'm so excited to write for my favourite built queen - this gif alone is makin me feel things. I'm going to format all of these the same way from now on with SFW and NSFW headcanons from now on. Ofc there will be warning for the NSFW section :)

I hope you enjoy anon despite the wait!

-Nat

SFW Headcanons

Odessa is the kind of gal that isn't really impressed by appearances.

Sure, she has her preferences and finds certain things attractive, but that isn't what piques her interest.

For Dez, it's all about personality, especially if you're the kind of person who is merciful and gentle with others.

This doesn't mean you have to be a doormat, in fact if you stand up for yourself (physically or verbally) when you feel as if you are being treated unfairly or others are being treated unfairly, that's possibly the hottest thing you could ever do in her eyes.

It's just something about the Peter Pan types that really captivates her. Not just in stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, but in being self aware of your strengths and using them to do right by those who are not in the same position of privilege.

This is how she figures out that her little crush on you was not just a little crush anymore.

She overheard you and another agent talking about life before the crisis, and found out that you used to do volunteer work every weekend delivering essentials to the homeless in your city and how much you missed your community outreach.

That and she watched you sock a guy in the face after he attempted to grope your friend at a bar.

It's healing for her and her inner child and she finds herself looking up to you as a role model - she's aware she's no angel and has done many questionable things to survive out there in the wasteland.

However she hopes that now as a part of Overwatch, she can be better and similarly to you, that she can use her position to help others less fortunate.

Dez is fine with casual or short term relationships and has had plenty in her time, she doesn't necessarily need to know someone to be attracted to them - but when she built that emotional connection with you, that's when she knew she was in for the long run.

The best part about dating Dez is that she isn't embarrassed easily - she's very open from the beginning which means conversation flows naturally with her. The downside of this is that for the first few months of being together, getting to sleep was nearly impossible, three am deep conversations just hit different.

This also means if you ever need anything, she is more than happy to accommodate.

Sick? She keeps note of the medication you need and when you need to take it so she can make sure you take it (and bring you water in your comfort water bottle to boot). That time of the month? If somehow the stash of your preferred products are out, she knows what you use - she will get you more without you even needing to ask (she will however check if you crave anything in particular on the way out).

Expect to be doing the same for her when she gets sick - she becomes the biggest needy baby when she's not feeling well.

She's stuck in bed? Yep. So are you.

Not even by choice either, she cages you with her arms and well that's that. There's no fighting this goliath of a woman.

Loves her cuddles - all positions.

Her favourite is being the little spoon though. It's not often that she gets to feel protected and cocooned (can you really blame her).

Loves PDA - particularly keeping an arm around your waist or you attached to her arm at all times, though she's known to do a casual steamy kiss in public when she's feeling particularly jealous.

If you're not one for PDA, she respects that boundary... However she will pout at you with those big red puppy dog eyes.

Absolutely hopeless at cooking and baking though not for lack of trying. Wakes you up regularly cursing about burning her toast.

Of course it's not all sunshine and rainbows.

Speaking of waking you up, Dez has nightmares somewhat regularly.

She's always so thankful to have you there to vent to if she needs it and cuddle with until she's calm enough to fall back asleep.

NSFW CONTENT WARNING

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Sex to Odessa is powerplay, a safe space to be strong and vulnerable all in one.

Hard dom top - that control means everything to her.

This woman loves a good scrap (duh), if you choose to be a bratty sub, she eats that shit up.

Go ahead, try and buck her off of you, she's not even using half her strength. She can hold you down much harder.

Expect to be begging for mercy.

The two of you develop a safe word very early on in your relationship, Odessa would never forgive herself if she pushed you past your limit.

Definitely has and regularly uses an appropriately sized strap (ouch).

Dez has her kinks. Sex between the two of you is rarely vanilla unless other feelings are involved. She's entuned to what you need and your emotions, she knows when you need the gentler and less complicated sex or when you honestly just need someone to hold you.

That being said, she has a reasonably high sex drive. She can manage on her own if you can't or don't feel like it, but say the words and honestly she's ready when you are.

Though she really would prefer you called her Dez, Odessa, babe - really anything other than her title outside of the bedroom, call her your queen between the sheets - she'll go berserk.

Dabbles in pain play, something of an every now and then addition to the bedroom, it's not something she needs and the both of you really have to be in the mood for the more intensive side of sex. She does however love to see you take Gracie's hilt in every hole.

Unless you'd consider overstimulation a form of pain play. There is nothing she loves more than watching you struggle and beg with tears leaking from your eyes, completely at her mercy.

Light bondage when she doesn't feel like physically restraining you herself.

Claims your face as her throne whenever the mood strikes.

Speaking of claiming, your neck, collarbone and tits are never safe from her demanding mouth.

There aren't really many kinks that Dez would feel uncomfortable with, she would try pretty much anything before she knocks it.

Definite no though - I feel like she'd laugh at ironically calling her 'mommy'/'mummy', especially if you have a different accent, but considering her complicated family past, it just hits a little too close to home to take it seriously especially during sex.

Obviously amazing at foreplay, she knows what she likes which makes it so much easier from the start (not to mention her cheekily buying vibrating piercings just to mess with you) but honestly the best part is that she's enjoying herself just as much as you.

It's all give and take with Dez, you give as much as you get.

#overwatch #overwatch headcanon #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #Junker Queen #Junker Queen x Reader #Junker Queen x reader smut #smut #overwatch x reader smut

[witheringwidgetwrites]

HEYA, I'm such a fan of your writing, and I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request a Leviathan x mc smut shot. I've had this thought in my head about one of your previous posts about pervy!Levi having a folder on his pc of up-skirt pics of mc and I was wondering how would he react to coming home from an event to finding that mc had found his folder and taken some pics herself with some nudes and added them to the folder with a note saying to meet her in her room. I understand if you are unable to fulfill this request 🫶. Much love ❤️.

!!!! thank you so much lovely!!! I hope this is okay!!! This is fairly longer than usual, so lmk if you liked it!!!

CW pervy!levi + afab!MC + 1 dick levi bc he's in human form + levi attempts some dirty talk

The last weekend had been stressful to say the least. Being the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy unfortunately had actual work involved. Leviathan was thankful the weekend of work was finally over, and he could just come home, and honestly, just jerk it to his very-normal panty shots of MC.

The last thing he had expected was to find new photos, some of MC's chest, a few of their ass, very lewd photos, and a short message that got their point across.

meet me in my room

He moved quickly on shaky legs, knocking on your door before he could register what he was doing.

You opened it quickly, smiling at him.

"Come in, Levi."

He dared not to utter a word, stepping inside and allowing you to close the door behind him. He walks towards the side of your bed, standing and fiddling with his thumbs.

"I didn't know you had such," you stepped towards him, shoving him gently so he sat on the bed, "perverted fantasies, you're so dirty."

"I'm SO sorry, MC! I don't even know what I was thinking, I know you'd never be interested in m-" he averted his gazed, you cut him off by straddling him.

"Levi, of course I'd be interested in you. I just wish you'd have came to me instead. We could have worked something out. But I know a way you can make it up to me. ." You trail you finger up his chest, his shirt pulling up with your finger.

"Are you okay with this, Levi?" You smile at him, and he nods fervently, finally looking you in the eye. You feel him getting hard underneath you, the fabric of his pants straining against him. You help him take his top off, feeling the thin spandex against your fingertips as you slide it over his head. You sit on him fully, letting your weight put pressure on his already partially hard erection. You grind against him, hearing him groan while he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You help him lift it over the top of your head, and you pause for a moment, smiling at him as he stares blatantly.

"C-Can, can I touch?" He continues to stare at your chest in wonder, raising one of his hands a few inches. You nod, and he lays his hand against your skin gently. He gives a gentle experimental squeeze, before pinching gently at your nipple. He continues when you whimper, bringing his mouth to your other breast. You bring one hand between you to palm his erection, the other tugging softly on his hair. He moans at the sensation, the vibrations ticking at your pebbled flesh. You feel the heat between your legs at his movements, and you decide it's time to move on.

"Levi, I want you to kiss me." He's happy to oblige, quickly bringing his wet lips up to yours in a sloppy kiss. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging gently every once in a while, still rubbing against his strained cock. He groans against your lips, bucking his hips against yours. He whines softly when you break away from him.

You push yourself off of him, and bend over to unbutton the top of his pants. "I want you inside me, please," he leans back, lifting his hips up to help you take them off. He's still restrained by the fabric of his boxers, it's a beautiful sight, his pale skin is flushed and his hard cock is barely contained by his boxers, precum leaking, staining the fabric.

"Y-yeah, okay," He sits back up, hands shaking as he starts to help you undo your bottoms, you giggle at him, kicking them and your panties off to the side. The way he looks at you with those puppy eyes makes your core ache and your skin feel hot.

You tug at the waistband of his boxers, bending down to give him a few small kissing down his happy trail. His cock twitches as you do so, whimpes escaping his pouty, swollen lips.

You reach your hand out to him, and he takes it, almost stumbling, you pull him to his feet and you bend over onto the bed, the soft comforter taking some of the pressure off your forearms. You feel him climb into the bed behind you after flinging his underwear somewhere for later. He traces the head of his cock against your slit.

"Are you sure you w-want this? Once we start, I don't know if I can s-stop," he stutters out, still tracing the tip up and down your slit.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Levi." You smile into the covers, face flushed.

He traces your slit, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself past the ring of muscle inside you, groaning loudly as he does so. He continues pushing in, little by little until he's all the way inside. He pulls back out slowly, watching how your juices coat him.

"You can move, you won't hurt me."

He bucks his hips, "you're, fuck, he groans, "y-you're really tight," he pushes his hair back, starting to rut his hips inside you. You feel his shaft dragging along your insides as he thrusts, filling you up.

He starts to thrusts faster, closing his eyes and grunting every few movements. You can feel the heat building up in your core, his cock twitching inside you. His balls slap against your skin as he bucks his hips harder, starting to gain confidence with his actions.

It doesn't take long for your thighs to start to quiver, his pace becoming relentless as he starts chasing his high. Your cum leaks on his cock, dribbling down his balls. "Sh-shit MC, you're soaked, d-do I really make you this wet?" You can hear the insecurity quiver in his voice, and you oblige him.

"Just for you, Levi," A small giggle escapes you, muffled by the pillows you just shoved you face in. It seems to spark some kind of newfound confidence in him, and he moves to angle his hips upward, hitting that perfect spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"You feel so," he grunts, "good, so tight, such a perfect pussy for m-me."

You turn your head to speak, "please, levi, fuck, 'm getting close," You gush around him, the hot knot in your stomach getting ready to burst,

"Me too, gonna fill you up," soft moans and whimpers leave his lips as he throws his head back, rutting his hips at an upward angle into you.

"Please, Levi!" You cry out, the knot in your stomach finally bursting as he slams inside you. The feeling of your tight walls contracting around him brings him to his end and he shoots his hot load into you.

"Fuck, MC, shit!" He cries out as he meets his end, slamming into you one last time, like he might not get this experience again.

He slowly pulls himself out, he whimpers when the cold air hits him, and you whine at the empty feeling.

"Was that okay? Was I too rough?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan smut #leviathan obey me #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #om! leviathan smut #om! levi smut #om! leviathan x reader smut #om! leviathan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x reader smut

[ganseyth]

The Date

PREVIOUS PART | MASTERLIST |

Part: 15

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Length: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff (nothing crazy this time around)

Note: thank you so much for your patience with me! life has been absolutely crazy with school and my job - i hope this chapter makes up for it :))

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You didn't know what to say. 

His invitation hung in the air as you tried to form a response. 

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thought about how fast you guys were moving. 

And the truth was you weren't scared. 

You enjoyed the playful banter between the two of you but this new side of Jason excited you. 

You nodded, unable to resist the offer. You had a crap weekend and you were sure Jason didn't have fun either. So why not? 

However, your mind flashed back to the conversation you had with your ex earlier. You assumed Jason would never pressure you into doing anything but you thought it'd be best to have that conversation anyway. 

It was the healthy thing to do. 

Set boundaries so no one gets hurt.

 Something you'd wish you had done with your ex. 

Noticing your silence Jason reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

"Hey, I promise we don't have to do anything." He offered as if he could read your mind. "We can always just get into our pajamas and sleep. There's no pressure I promise." 

As you glanced up at Jason, you realized that he genuinely cared about your well-being. He wasn't like your ex, who had pushed and pressured you into things you weren't ready for. 

No, Jason was different.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to respond. "Jason, I want you to know that I appreciate your respect towards me. Especially after what happened with my ex." 

He nodded, urging you to continue. 

"I think if this is going to work out and become something more, " you paused, "it's important for us to have a conversation about boundaries. I want both of us to feel comfortable and safe in this relationship."

Jason's eyes softened, and he nodded. "Of course, sweetheart."

His words filled you with hope and reassurance. It was clear that Jason valued and wanted this to work as much as you did. 

With a deep breath, you continued, "I just want to make sure we're on the same page, Jason. I don't want you to think you owe me this and I need to make sure that this isn't something you do for everyone else."

He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Sweetheart, believe me when I say I've never slept with a client and besides, I thought we agreed you were never considered a client in my eyes."

His honesty warmed your heart. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders.

 "Thank you, Jason."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You mean a lot to me and I don't want to mess this up."

With a newfound confidence, you nodded, the smile on your lips growing wider.

 "I'd love to take a bath together, Jason. But I would prefer to keep some clothes on."

His face lit up with a grin, mirroring your excitement. "That's perfectly fine with me."

You felt a surge of happiness and relief flood through you, so this was what a healthy relationship felt like. 

"Let's go pretty boy," you said standing up from your place on the bed smiling as you extended your hand toward Jason.

He chuckled, accepting your hand and allowing you to pull him toward the bathroom. 

As you entered the bathroom, the warm glow of overhead light filled the space making you both feel instantly relaxed. 

You released his hand, allowing you to turn the faucet on.

As the water ran warm you turned to Jason who had already taken off the majority of his clothes back in the bedroom.

The only things left on him were his slacks, which seemed to fit his muscular legs like a glove.

Jason smirked as he noticed your attention. 

"You first darling."

You smiled. "What?"

"As much as I love that dress," he paused, "I'd much rather have it on the floor right now." 

You laughed as you quickly moved the thin straps off your shoulder shrugging the dress off completely.

Standing there in your strapless bra and underwear you began to feel stupid. 

But the look on Jason's face wiped the embarrassment away. He was positively entranced. 

"Well," you teased, "what are you waiting for then?"

He chuckled as he dropped his pants leaving him only in his underwear. 

Your eyes widened. 

You had seen him without a shirt multiple times this week but to see almost his entire body was something else. 

As stupid as it sounded, his chiseled body made your mouth water.

"Sweetheart," he said, "you're beautiful."

Heat flooded your face at the compliment. 

Sure you had been complimented on your appearance before but hearing those words from Jason sent shivers down your spine. 

The blush intensified as he moved closer.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against his chest.

"You're beautiful too," you spoke into his chest. 

You felt a low chuckle from him. "Thank you." 

 He kissed the top of your head before releasing you and motioning to the tub. "Ladies first."

"Why thank you, kind sir," you joked as you stepped into the tub.

 As you sat down, Jason joined you on the opposite side of the tub. It was a tight fit but comfortable nonetheless. 

"So," he began, "do you have any plans for the New Year?" 

You shook your head as you figured out where this was going. "No, why?"

He grinned. "How do you feel about attending a family dinner at Wayne Manor?"

You smiled. "Is there food involved?"

Jason shook his head, chuckling lightly. "Alfred usually makes more than we can eat."

In the chaos of the past two days you had forgotten about the butler. You hoped he was doing okay and you wouldn't mind meeting him in person. 

"Sounds perfect."

He nodded, looking down at his hands. "There's something else."

Shifting so your legs were pulled to your chest you looked at him curiously. "What?"

His eyes met yours. "Would you be okay with meeting my entire family?"

For some reason his question made you laugh. The man had just met your entire family plus your ex, the least you could do was meet his family. 

"I'd love to," you replied.

His face brightened and he reached for your hand pulling you to him.

As you settled comfortably against his chest so the two of you sat on the same side of the tub you felt his fingers gently move through your hair.

"They'll be excited to meet you," he said, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. 

"Oh?" You asked. 

"Yeah," he paused, his hand pausing in its movements. "You're um... well you're the first person I would be bringing home to the manor." 

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Really?"

He nodded. "You're the first person I've felt comfortable enough around to bring home."

You tilted your head slightly to look up at him. "Thank you." 

He shrugged. "Don't thank me yet. You'll have to meet everyone first and then decide if you want to thank me."

Smiling, you fell back against his chest. "Oh, they can't be that bad." 

He shook his head. "Trust me, they are."

You decided to leave it at that since he wasn't going into much detail. 

Instead, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to relax fully against him as his fingers continued to move through your hair.

This was the perfect way to end the night. 

However, that thought was interrupted as you remembered how much hairspray and makeup you had on you that needed to be washed away. 

"Jason?"  you whispered.

"Hmm?"

You paused questioning whether or not you wanted this to end. 

"Do you mind if we move to the shower?"

He smiled. "Not at all."

After carefully stepping out of the tub and moving over to the shower you turned the showerhead on to let it get warm. 

You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling the tension of the day melt away as the water cascaded over your body as you stepped into the shower. 

Jason stepped into the shower behind you allowing the water to make its way down his chest. 

You watched as the water droplets glistened on his skin, accentuating every muscle on his chest. 

You were so distracted by the man in front of you, that you failed to realize him reaching for the shampoo behind you. It wasn't until the lavender scent hit your nose that you realized what he was doing. 

Jason Todd was washing your hair. 

And he was doing a damn good job of it. 

It was so relaxing to be cared for. 

You felt his fingers gently move over your scalp and your knees almost gave way.

As he rinsed that last bit of shampoo from your hair and added conditioner, to only the ends you admired, you decided it was his turn to be cared for. 

Picking up the shampoo bottle from where Jason had set it down, you put a good amount of soap in your hand before reaching up to wash his hair. 

After some maneuvering on his end, you were able to quickly clean and rinse his hair before deciding to quickly wash the rest of yourselves. 

After stepping out of the shower and drying off you both headed back into the bedroom to grab your pajamas for the night.

Once you found Jason's shirt it didn't take much convincing for him to allow you to wear it to bed. 

You held it up to him.

"Please?" you questioned. 

He rolled his eyes affectionately. "You can wear my shirt whenever you want."

You giggled, walking back into the bathroom to change out of your wet undergarments and into the warm fabric of Jason's shirt and a pair of your softest underwear. 

After coming out of the bathroom you found him sitting down on the edge of his bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. 

"Ready?" he asked, patting the spot next to him.

You walked over to join him. 

As he shifted, pulling the covers over the both of you, you sighed contently as you snuggled close to him, enjoying the feeling of his warm presence. 

His arm came around you and held you close as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head before you fell into a deep comfortable sleep.

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[bengiyo]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

I was tagged by @telomeke and shaded by @lurkingshan.

do you make your bed?

Not usually, but I don't have a partner right now. I find that I'm actually really good at cleanliness when I have people in my space regularly. I am better about taking care of things when I'm doing them for the ease of others.

what's your favourite number?

14, but I couldn't tell you why. I think it has something to do with a girl named Ciara who I sat behind in elementary school.

what is your job?

I fix things for a government agency.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Probably. I didn't really know what I wanted to do when I went to college, and was far too much a mess at the time to study what I really should have. If I could do it and maintain my expenses, I'd retrain for my preferred profession.

can you parallel park?

Yes. I am the gay who drives.

a job you had that would surprise people?

I was paid for over two years to be really good at D&D.

do you think aliens are real?

So... I gotta be honest... I hate this question. This feels as loaded as the "Do you believe in God?" question. We are not aware of the existence of life on other planets, let alone sentient life. There is nothing for me to believe in. Do I hope that there are other intelligent beings out there? Yes. I think it would be really cool to engage in communication with a species that also crawled their way out of the muck and made it to space. I think there's much we could learn from each other about life and the universe itself. But belief is such a loaded term for me as a lapsed Catholic. I do not believe in aliens, but I hope that we'll get to meet some in the future.

can you drive a manual car?

Nope! Never needed to learn.

what's your guilty pleasure?

Hmm... Nothing really anymore?

tattoos?

Nah, I've always worked in the public sector in a way that hasn't made it an advisable choice, and I've rarely cared enough about something to mark my body with it.

favorite color?

Purple most of the time, but my wardrobe would say I'm in my green era.

favorite type of music?

I'm a soft rock 90s kid who embraced a lot of 2000s and later alternative. I've been on a huge synthwave kick lately. However, because I grew up in the 90s and remember the era of radio, I have a deep affection for Soul and R&B, classic rock, and pop.

do you like puzzles?

Yes? But not in a way that makes me yearn for them.

any phobias?

Probably falling, but that seems like a normal one for survival purposes.

favorite childhood sport?

Baseball! I was a shortstop.

do you talk to yourself?

Not often. I don't actually have an internal monologue, so I don't need to talk to myself often to get through it.

what movies do you adore?

This is...so difficult. I'm just going to name a ton of films: Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin, Pacific Rim, Ghost Dog, Master and Commander, The Man From Earth, The Sum of Us, Big Eden, Kill Bill 1 and 2, Knives Out, Muppet Treasure Island, Gattaca, C.R.A.Z.Y., Weekend, First Blood, Robocop, Starship Troopers, Drive My Car, Nine Days, Really Love, Set it Off, Make the Yuletide Gay, Shelter, Pig, Kiki's Delivery Service, The Digimon Movie, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Star Wars IV and V, Isa Pa With Feelings, The Way He Looks... and probably many more.

coffee or tea?

Coffee. Tea does so little for me.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A train conductor or an astronaut! Trains are so cool, and space is the final frontier! We have to boldly go where no one has gone before!

I'll tag @shortpplfedup, @negrowhat, @chicademartinica, @so-much-yet-to-learn and @happypotato48

#tag game #tag meme #about me

[starkwub]

(Tw: Starkercest)

Mob boss! Tony and his son, Peter (super out of the blue idea (considering I usually never write mob Au's), but figured I'd write it down ha!)

Just thought of Mob boss Tony allowing Peter, his prized possession son, go out on his own to live life since the boy had been harping about it for ages. Peter wanted to feel like all the other kids in his class. He didn't want body guards or exuberant allowances--nothing.

Tony of course couldn't say no after having done so for years-but that didn't mean he wouldn't be tricky about it.

Peter didn't have to know that he hired people to go to his house and be sketchy--knocking on the door at strange hours of the night or tampering with his window. Perhaps even telling the men to make creeping sounds within the home, just so Peter might feel more afraid of being on his own. He'd get people to stare at him on the streets, or following him after a late night shift at work in a dark hoodie with a jangling set of keys in their pockets so the boy would know they were there.

At first Peter wasn't all too fazed--thinking that it was just another one of 'dad's undercover body guards', but after a while--with his Dad denying the accusations and having not recognized any of the gruff and uneasy looking faced that met his gaze, the paranoia started to set in.

When it got to the point where Peter couldn't sleep for hardly a wink before startling at a creak in the floorboards or a brushing knock at his door--he did the only thing he possibly could think to do in that instance.

Call his Dad.

Sniffling, Peter grappled for his phone in the dark and clicked on his dad's profile, hearing the dial on the other end and then the un-familar beeping.

Why wasn't he picking up?. He always picked up.

It had been nearly 15 seconds before the beeping stoped and then came a sleep-laden voice on the other end.

"What is it baby? It's late, you should be asleep by now."

Peter shivered at the comforting voice and huddled a bit in the bed, pulling the blankets up and over top of his knees.

"Dad I.." He sniffled, looking worryingly at his bedroom door,

"I wanna come home. Just to visit--of course."

When his dad pressed on the topic, wonder why such a sudden thought had crossed his mind at three am, Peter just pouted and wrapped an arm around his knees tightly.

"Haven't seen you in a while s'all.." and suddenly his tone turned sour, "Why? You don't want me there?"

Tony coo'd and seemed to ruffle his bedding on the other side of the phone before speaking in a tone that Peter knew all too well.

"Of course I want to see you baby. Wish you where here right now so all you had to do was knock on my door, crawl into bed, and tell Daddy what's wrong instead of calling from a state that's a million miles away."

Daddy. Peter's heart thumped in his chest wildly at the honorific. It'd been so long..too long, since he'd heard it.

"It's not a million, jeez.." Peter retorted, suddenly remembering back to what it felt like to be with his Dad. His room somehow was always so much warmer than his own, and as he flexed his fingers to feel them stiffen from the chill, he sighed.

"I'll see you tomorrow then? I'm off with this weekend so I'll let them know I can't do any overtime."

"Mm.." Tony hummed, shuffling a bit more, "Alright sweetheart."

They stayed on the line for a few moments longer, and as Peter yawned, now letting his body slip back down to the crappy mattress, he breathed out against his phone.

"Want me to stay on the line?"

Peter nodded sleepily, knowing that his Dad couldn't see it, nor hear it, so he let out a muffled hum of his own, enjoying the subtle deep chuckle that came from his father's throat in response.

-- -- --

There can always be more, but I'm going to stop it here and count it as a win that I've finally written and posted something on here again XD I've been so enamored by the Harry Potter fandom as of late so my mind has taken to straying away from Starker more than usual

Hope everyone is doing okay! :)

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[happy-mokka]

Hi there.

I'd like to start with a warning first: Beware!

I'm rather new to tumblr, so if what will come next turns out to be total bs, I hope you all get out of this unscathed, forget we ever crossed paths and will be able to go on with your beautiful lives.

If you're still here, you'll about to hear the nice and accurate story of a guy that stumbled naively into a Good Omens binge watching weekend and came out forever changed.

Roughly 4 weeks ago I was asking friends what they were watching currently. I needed new material to turn to.

That's when it happened.

One of them casually brought up Good Omens on Prime.

I should give it a try.

Angels, demons. Terry Pratchett. Neil Gaiman.

Ok. I like fantasy. I like good story telling. I have an odd sense of bad humour.

I decided to give it a try.

To my eternal shame I have to confess, that until lately I hadn't read a single line written by both Pratchett and Gaiman.

I've read thousands of books. My love for them is so widely spread over all genres, that it simply did never happen. There was always some other book and author that came next.

Oh, how blind and ignorant I have been. I now clearly see the grave error of my ways.

If you can't forgive me, that's ok. I'm having a hard time myself doing so.

Be that as it may, I'm currently reading Good Omens and won't stop there. I promise.

Update notice 2024-04-23 I am now 5 books into Neil Gaimans works, currently reading this...

So, where was I?

Right.

Binge watch session of Good Omens season 1.

Saturday evening. Around 9:30pm.

Episode 1 wasn't even running for 5 minutes and I was already sucked right into it.

Frances McDormand's God intro and the garden eden scenes.

I was instantly in love.

Michael Sheen had already been one of my favorites. His first minutes as Aziraphale directly hit home.

David Tennant was familiar but I also hadn't been into Doctor Who, so it took another 5 minutes to also fall for Crowley...

The path was set and I started to deep dive in.

6 hours, 6 episodes, 1 Antichrist and 1 almost Armageddon later I crawled into bed on early Sunday morning to get at least a few hours of sleep. I fell asleep with an almost idiotic grin on my face and a feeling of deep content.

Only 5 hours later, technically still Sunday morning, I woke up, prepared a coffee infusion and switched the TV back on.

There were important deeds to be done. Episodes to be watched.

I could sleep later.

Narrator: No, he would NOT sleep later...

I again immediately fell for the 2 celestials.

The slightly different arc, no dramatic catastrophe on the horizon, instead beautifully written side characters and wonderful new details on the two main protagonists...an evolving love story that had already been clearly visible in season 1...

And god, or Satan, HOW I LOVED JON HAMM as Jimbriel...

I again ended up binge watching the whole season, only interrupted by a few coffee and bathroom breaks.

6 hours later. The end credits were already over for like an eternity and I hadn't moved. Just sitting there, all goosebumps and teared-up.

I ate something. Had to. Don't really remember tasting anything or remembering what I actually had.

I was dumbstruck.

The friend that had suggested to start watching GOs, hadn't let out much more detail, so I hadn't been prepared in the least, for the emotional train wrecked state it had pushed me into.

Hours later I finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning before work I just sent Tori Amos' Nightingale in Berkeley Park to my GOs friend followed by a ❤️, as a signal that I had watched it all and let her know that there was no need anymore to hold back with talking out of fear to spoiler me.

We had lunch together and spent the whole time rambling on our GOs induced emergency emotional state and the whole beauty of especially Gaiman's season 2.

The next days we kept randomly talking about GO before she pinpointed me to tumblr, in case I wanted to dare a real deep dive into GO fandom.

So here I am now. A week's passed. I've spent hours of reading so many amazing posts around here. So many eye-opening moments.

I'm not only speaking of all those perfect interpretations of GO and it's characters.

What impressed me so much more is the fabulous energy especially radiating from the queer community.

Update notice - 2024/04/10

Attention! This installation of base module "Sexuality" is currently being updated to a more flexible one...work in progress...

Not being queer, only having a few queer friends, I hadn't really realized, just how big a thing GO in general and season 2 in particular was for you.

I was raised to walk earth open-minded, to respect everyone, no matter of religion, gender, nationality and sexual orientation. This is so deep a part of my DNA and personality, that GO for me was mostly just a beautiful story about religion, the meaning of life and love.

2 immortals fall deeply in love, first into humanity, life on earth and then finally into one another, while trying to overcome all the madness of belonging to two opposing sides of the same medal.

A great parable on the pursuit of happiness. Skillfully written for the screen and perfectly casted and played.

Well that was then.

Now I see you and I have to thank you, for opening my mind even further.

For giving so much joy so generously, although every day is still a fight for your rights.

For giving me a space here among you and the chance to delve some more in beautiful minds and fanfiction.

So, if you're still here and reading this, maybe it was not all bs. Maybe it gave you some minutes of entertainment and distraction from every day's stress and problems.

It sure was for me.

I'll end this with some favorite Shakespeare quotes, although now I'm not so sure any more, if not some red haired demon might have actually written this...

"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends."

More personal middle aged ramblings...

...birthday meldown 2024...

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.62 The pit stop

The night ran away from us, and I wanted to let Dad go to bed. Sophia also needed to go home, but there was something I longed to do but never had the courage to do solo. Had I asked Mama to accompany me, she would have been thrilled, but she would have made it about herself. I had no specific reason for feeling that night was the night, but I wanted to take the chance and hoped Sophia would be open to it. She made me brave.

"Hey, ummm...I know it's getting late, and you need to get to bed, but would you mind if we made a quick stop in Newcrest?"

A glimmer appeared in her eyes.

"Your mom's house?"

"Ha! No. Well...not exactly."

As we left Dad's house, she gave me a suspicious look. An unusual feeling of guilt came over me when we got to Newcrest. It felt weird being in the same city as my mom but not going to see her. I watched Sophia closely for any signs of unease as we reached our destination, the cemetery.

"What are we doing here?" she asked curiously.

At least she wasn't afraid.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I haven't been brave enough to come alone."

She nodded and grabbed my hand. Though I hadn't been there in many years, I found my grandparents' graves as if I had visited every weekend.

"This is my family," I said. "My grandparents, my mom's dogs..."

She peered at all the graves, reading the epitaphs, silently getting to know everyone.

"Gammy—that's what I called my grandmother. She died a day or two before my child birthday. I don't remember her because I was so young, but I know I loved her. I can remember that, but not her. Isn't that weird?"

"Not at all. Love is powerful like that."

"Yeah... I guess it is. My mom brought us here once. Well, twice, but I was way too young to remember the first time. I've wanted to come back here ever since to see if I could meet her. Maybe she could tell me about our life together."

Sweet Sophia threw her arm around my waist.

"I hope she shows up."

The bitter cold cut through us as we stood around waiting for something to happen. To pass the time, I read the epitaphs on the graves too, since it had been a while. I noticed there were only two dog graves, not three. Mama must still have Tofu in the house with her. I understood why she'd keep her, but that couldn't have been healthy. Not only was it a constant reminder of her death, but also what if her ghost showed up? Was it really helpful to carry on with a ghost as if nothing happened?

Speaking of ghosts, one dog came out of the grave in a cloud of smoke. He stood on the plot for a while, taking in his surroundings and paying us no mind.

"Who is that?" Sophia asked.

"I don't know. Never met that one. I vaguely remember the one I used to know."

Out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind and threw their arms around me. I thought Sophia had become unexpectedly emotional, but it turned out to be my Gammy!

"Is that my baby??" she shouted.

"Gammy?!"

I embraced her back, squeezing as tight as I could, not believing my eyes. She looked just like she did in all my pictures...minus being transparent, of course.

"What are you doing out here in this cold??" she scolded.

I laughed. That was such a grandma question.

"I came to see you, Gammy!"

"You sure picked a doozy!"

It was strange that I couldn't recall her voice, yet it sounded oddly familiar.

"You've been on my mind a lot lately," I said, "but I don't really remember you. Only that I loved you a lot. I thought if I came here, I could meet you and you could tell me about life before...ummm... Oh, this is my girlfriend!"

Sophia waved.

"I'm Sophia! It's really good to meet you."

"Well, aren't you beautiful," Gammy said. "And so polite and well-spoken! You did good, handsome!"

My face was already red from it being so cold, but if it wasn't, I'm sure I would have blushed. This was so freaky! I'd been a fan of this woman my whole life without knowing her, and now she floated before me, giving out compliments like candy.

"I've gotta call Mama! She's gonna freak out!"

Gammy swatted at me.

"Uh uh! She can come see me anytime! I want you all to myself!"

I put my phone away.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Tell me everything! Where do you live? What do you do? How did you meet this pretty young thing??"

I began my tale in Mt. Komorebi, right after my birthday, right before I almost knocked down Sophia from running inside to get out of the storm. I told her about falling in love with yoga and moving to San Sequoia with Dad all the way to moving in with Sophia.

She high-fived Sophia.

"YES, girl! These men don't know what they want. Sometimes we gotta tell 'em what they want! I am not mad at this! Not at all! You got you a real one, baby! She's gonna keep you in line!"

We all laughed. She was so spunky. It was easy to envision Less and I having a blast with her.

"Your grandson doesn't need keeping in line, though," Sophia said.

Gammy gazed at me.

"Don't I know it. He's a proper gentleman, just like his daddy. How's he doing, anyway?"

"He's good. Getting ready to retire. And...uhhh...he's making friends."

"Good for him! Watcher knows he needs something good after your mama shred him to pieces!"

Mama's other dog woke up and began barking. His volume was incredibly loud and terrifying! I'd never been so startled in all my life.

"What the hell is that??"

"Shush, Hunter! We have company! Ol' loud self!"

"Was he mean?" I asked.

"That ol' Casanova? He's just loud and don't know how to act! Your mama spoiled him rotten and didn't teach him a thing!"

She was so colorful. Her powerful presence made it clear how I could still love her with no memories. She was just one of those sims that made a huge impression.

"I see y'all over there freezing," she said. "Go on and get outta here, now. Come back and see me when it's warm!"

As much as I wanted to whine and say something akin to "five more minutes," I couldn't deny how good dusty ol' Oasis Springs sounded. Besides, I promised Sophia it would be a quick stop, so I threw my arms around Gammy again and said goodbye.

"I'm so glad I got a chance to reconnect with you," I said. "I'll be back. I promise."

"Maybe next time you come, she'll be your wife!" She turned toward Sophia. "You like how I did that? I got you, girl!"

So meddling was a family trait, huh? Got it.

While leaving the cemetery, we overheard Gammy fussing at Hunter, and it was the funniest thing I'd heard all day.

"She was so fun," Sophia said.

"Right? We have to go see Mama tomorrow and tell her about this."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Look, I know I said I wasn't ready, but honestly, it doesn't feel right trying to hide something this big from her. Everyone but her knows about you now. I'll deal with whatever she throws at us."

She held my hand.

"If you say so."

Need to catch up? See what you missed or start reading here!

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[familyvideostevie]

steve fic request!

set in the future when they’re married, steve is (irrationally) worried about being a good father (due to his own fraught relationship with his parents). just some fluff as reader reassures him pls.

thanks!! <3

here you go, dove! thank you for waiting, i hope it's what you wanted, i tried to focus on that fluff and reassurance! i love steve, he'd be a great dad < 3 | 1.6k, fem!reader, fluff, cw: vague discussion of steve's parents being neglectful, talk of having children in general

You stare at the ceiling from where you lay on Steve's chest to avoid catching sight of the boxes, halfway unpacked suitcases, and fresh sheets scattered around the bedroom. Steve's hand strokes up lazily up and down your arm. You can feel the cool metal of his wedding band every so often, which makes you smile. You didn't know you could feel this happy. Married for over a month, and it hasn't faded. Most days you think it never will.

The fall wedding was sweet and small, and afterwards you drove up and down the East Coast to catch the leaves turning.  There are so many things to be done now that you're home, in your own house no less. You bypassed the boxes and attempted to start on your luggage, but you got as far as washing and drying your sheets before you both collapsed on the unmade bed.

"Being an adult is weird as shit," Steve says. You bark out a laugh. "Seriously, babe, we're like, almost 30."

"Not quite, Steve," you chastise. "Don't rush us!"

"Well, it's weird. We have a house. We're married. We have to decorate." He says the last one like it's tart in his mouth. "We have to go back to Hawkins this week to pick up some stuff we forgot from your parents." You decided to leave the apartment you'd been sharing in Hawkins behind, settling an hour or so away. Close enough that you can go back anytime, since neither of you think you'll ever really shake it after everything, but far enough that it feels like your own world.

"We'll have to go at the weekend since we both have to do this adult thing called work." Your hand rests flat on Steve's chest, and you give him a little pat as if to get up, but his hold on you tightens.

"Don't remind me. I don't want to talk about real life yet."

"This is the life, Steve," you grin. "It's our life. Can you believe it?" Your voice sounds a little breathless. You tilt your head up at Steve, your husband, and he meets you for a tender kiss. You've kissed thousands of times by now, but each one with rings on your fingers feels special. You lapse back into silence, content to be close to Steve like this as long as you can, even if the bed does need to get made at some point.

"I miss the kids," Steve whispers. He sighs.

"They're not really kids anymore," you reply, keeping your words soft. "They're in college, spreading out, growing up. Just like us!" Steve grunts in reply. "I miss them, too," you reassure him.

He plays with the fingers of your left hand where they rest on his chest, ghosting over your wedding band. You feel the mood shift, feel him start to gather his thoughts for a serious conversation. You let him take his time.

"I'm so glad we got married because it doesn't feel like it changed much, you know?" he starts. You could tease him a little for this, but know that he's getting to something important, something he needs you to hear.

"I think so, but tell me more anyway."

"Well," he continues, "we've been living together for a million years, I've loved you for even longer, and now we just have a piece of paper to prove it."

"And a house, Steve," you say with fondness and a little bit of awe.

"And a house." He sighs again and gently shifts you both onto your sides, so you're face-to-face. You scoot back a little to see him more clearly.

"What's this about, Stevie?" you whisper, bringing your hand to stroke his cheek, just once. The touch seems to give him courage.

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" he croaks. You don't try to hide your surprise. You've talked about having kids, often and with enthusiasm, albeit a few years down the line. But you've managed not to touch on this part of it.

"Steve," you say, breathless, hand cupping his jaw this time. You are desperate to reassure him, to squash the insecurity in his eyes. "Steve, of course you'll be a good dad. Shit, sweetheart, you have been a good dad."

He sighs at your words but closes his eyes, scrunching his nose like he's about to sneeze. "I dont... I've been thinking about it. Now that we've started a new life for ourselves. Just all the ways I can fuck it up."

"Steve," you whisper. "Look at me, please." He opens his eyes and they're glistening just a little. It makes you ache to see him like this, to see him doubting and hurting. "What's got you worried?"

"I just don't know how I'll love them right, you know?" He sniffles a little, turning his head so your thumb drags down over his lips. His breath is hot on your skin as he continues. "I'm worried all I know how to do is what my parents did and that's not nearly enough. It's not what our kids would deserve, or what you deserve."

"Steve Harrington," you say firmly. "I want you to listen to me." You wiggle closer, shrinking the space between you again as you tangle your legs with his, hand still firm on this face, the other coming to rest on his heart. "I hear you, baby, and I get it. It's so hard to shake the shit that we get from our parents and our families and our pasts. And you have more than most of us. But I'll be damned if I've met a man more caring, more loving, more self-sacrificing than you." Steve doesn't look away from you, though his mouth starts to curl at the edges because you sound so determined to make him listen.

"You were so quick to give your life for those kids back when they were kids," you continue, "and you loved them immediately because that's what you do Steve. You love people with everything you have."

"S'why you married me, yeah?" He's aiming for a joking tone, but it comes out a bit raw. You nod.

"One of the millions of things I love about you. But listen to me, and this is the important part."

"Getting out my notepad," he jokes. You pinch his cheek gently but continue.

"It's so hard when we don't get the love we are owed from the people who are meant to give it to us, but it's even harder to choose to be so full of love anyway and to give it away so freely. To be as good as you, Stevie. You love those kids and they love you and that will exist for the rest of your life. You love me and I love you and that will exist for...for the rest of eternity." You feel your own eyes start to well as you keep going. You just need him to know this.

"You will love any children we have through space and time and all the rest, until the world ends, Steve," you finish. Steve's own hand comes to your cheek to swipe away a tear. You brush away its twin as it drips down his own nose.

"Pretty big promises, baby," he breathes. "But how can I argue with those pretty words? What would I do without you?"

"Cry less, maybe," you croak out.

"More," he says. "I'd be missing so much." His eyes pour over your face as if he's memorizing it, as if he's drinking you in and can't get enough.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you ask. He's nodding immediately.

"Anything."

"I'm scared too," you admit. "To be a parent." Steve knows your baggage, and he's always loved you through it, with it, because of it. "No one is perfect, but--"

"You're as close as it gets," he interrupts. You hush him, giggling a little.

"No one is a perfect parent, no one is a perfect child, but if there's one thing you know how to do, Steve, it's love. And I think as long as we do that, we'll figure it out." Steve pulls you to his chest again and rolls onto his back, where you started.

"It'll be hard, but we'll do it together." He takes a deep breath and you rise and fall on his chest. "Parenting can't be harder than a freaky alternate dimension full of shit that wants to kill us." You laugh again, feeling warm and fuzzy. You shift up to his ear, your lips almost on his skin.

"You're going to be a great father, Steve."

"Yeah I--thank you. I believe you." He turns his head to brush his nose against yours, hand finding your ring again to trace it with his fingers. "I'm so lucky to call you my wife."

"My husband," you whisper. He shivers a little. "My Stevie. Love you so much." You kiss the first part of him you can reach, your lips landing somewhere on his brow, before settling back on his chest. You are reveling in the sweetness of this moment, of all of the moments before, and all of the ones to come. Life is hard -- you both know that for certain -- but you can't help but look forward to all of it because you've got Steve with you.

"I can't believe we have to unpack all of our shit still," your husband groans. You smile into his shirt, overcome with how much you love him.

"Tomorrow," you say. Right now, you want to put fresh sheets on the bed only to dirty them again right away. You want to kiss this man silly. "We have tomorrow."

"Thank christ for that," Steve says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

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[insecateur]

its my birthday today I wanna hear about sycamore and lysandre fucking

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i'll tell you about a scenario i've been thinking about a lot and i'd like to write someday but idk when that'll be. putting it under a cut bc it's going to be very kinky and for once i have decided to spare you all

content warnings: pet play, cnc

basically lysandre and augustine have planned weekend getaways (they also take off mondays for reasons that will become obvious later) where they go either camping if i want to be fully self-indulgent or in a cabin in the woods and as soon as they arrive lysandre is allowed to switch into feral mode. become creature. after he's made sure everything is in order (you know he would prepare everything in advance knowing he won't have the braincells to do anything once he's fully settled) he takes off all of his clothes and stops thinking like a person and starts just being A Beast.

i like the camping option better bc it offers a lot of potential scenarios for them to roleplay like augustine pretending he's out there alone for research or whatever and then he gets Attacked By A Beast oh noooooooooooo hahaha what if i got fucked into the dirt by a wild creacher looking for a mate to breed with and what if it bit me really hard all over my neck and shoulders until i bled hahaha wouldn't that be something if i just got plowed over and over until it was satisfied and i could do nothing about it bc it's so much stronger and bigger than i am and there's nobody out there to help-----

but also they could have softer scenarios in-between like taking care of my very good pet who is protecting me from the evils of the forest and oh no he went out to wrestle in the mud and now he's all dirty and i have to clean him up with the hose and maybe i'm accidentally aiming the hose at his peanits and he likes that

as i keep writing this i get gradually more self-conscious about being this earnest but in honor of your birthday i am powering on

also obviously lysandre would eat out of a bowl on the floor (or he could be handfed if he's been very good :) ) and sleep also on the floor bc he's not a human being anymore. and there could be very sweet grooming scenes where augustine brushes his hair and stuff like that. and he could wear a tail plug. and they could also rp him being a breeding stud and having to have his junk checked and measured (which i suppose they could rp anywhere but the setting could make it more exciting. taking my huge breeding stud out to get his energy built up before i finally let him loose (i.e. breed me until he's dry))

uhhh where was i. oh yeah and then from time to time augustine would check in on lysandre to make sure he's still having a good time and bring him back up a bit during meals or before bed. and then at the end he would bring him fully back up very slowly and gently so they can go back home to spend monday Recovering From All Of That

ANYWAY YEHA UHHHHHHHH THAT TURNED OUT TO BE MORE ABOUT THEM DOING EXTREME KINK THAN HAVING SEX BUT I HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE ME HAPP Y BIRTHDA

#la réponse d #i'm even putting a warning on this post for once that's how nice i'm being

[smartycvnt]

caught in the middle

pairing: sasha banks x charlotte flair x reader

summary: sasha and charlotte compete for your affections.

Despite your obliviousness, it became very obvious very quickly what was going on. Charlotte Flair and Sasha Banks had a thing for you, and they were both determined to make you theirs. It was sort of nice, having that attention on you. The issue was, you didn't know where the root of Charlotte and Sasha's affections were coming from. They had sort of started around the same time.

Charlotte had approached you first when you had arrived at a hotel the night before a show. The hotel was overbooked, so it wasn't looking like you'd be getting your own room. A few members of the roster had already paired up, including the people you had ridden in with. So, you had waited by the bar and gone through your contacts hoping to find someone who had a spare couch at the very least.

"You look like you could use this more than me." Charlotte's voice pulled your attention away from your phone. You glanced over at her to see her offering a glass of something your way. For a moment you hesitated, but ultimately took the drink from her. "I'm surprised you aren't up in your room by now. From what I've heard, you like your sleep."

"Trust me, if I could, I'd be face down and passed out, but I don't have a room apparently. They overbooked this weekend," you told her. Charlotte glanced at your luggage, which she hadn't initially noticed being next to you.

"I have extra space, king sized bed actually," Charlotte offered. You didn't hesitate to take the offer. Once you got up to Charlotte's room with her, you realized that she didn't mean an extra king-sized bed. You didn't mention it though, instead placing your things in the corner near the couch and sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was pretty late, so late that your mind didn't even start racing when Charlotte laid down next to you. "You can lay back, I don't bite."

"I don't know, those girls you came up with were kind of wild," you teased. Charlotte blushed a little as she pulled you to lay down next to her. There had been many stories about Charlotte's class at the Performance Center and FCW shenanigans.

"From what I've heard, you were the troublemaker in your group," Charlotte shot back. You couldn't deny that you had been a little rowdier whenever you were younger. In your defense, you had just partied your way out of college and needed something to make ends meet.

"I've grown up a lot since then. I am a totally different person," you scoffed. Charlotte laughed a little at your insistence that you were so different. She hadn't spent a whole lot of time around you, but she knew that wasn't completely true. You had less time to party and cause chaos, but that didn't mean it wasn't still going on.

"Whatever, just come here," Charlotte told you. You were about to ask what she wanted from you when her arms pulled you against her. Charlotte's head rested on your shoulder as she cuddled into your side. This had your heart racing in your chest, but you were still somehow able to fall asleep. Charlotte was warm and comfortable, and it had been longer than you were caring to admit since someone had shown you such innocent attention.

-----

After that night, Charlotte had begun inviting you to hang out with her more outside of shows. If the two of you were going to be staying at the same hotel for live events, you'd wind up in her room at some point watching TV and eating dinner together. You hadn't given it much thought, not until you found yourself at a hotel without Charlotte and started thinking about how much you missed her. To distract yourself from going down an emotional rabbit hole, you decided to hit up the hotel's fitness center.

It was supposed to be empty. Nobody in their right mind worked out at 1 in the morning. Still, as you got yourself set up on a rowing machine for your warmup, you could hear someone using a weighted machine. You didn't think about it, starting up the music from your phone and getting right to work. You didn't cross paths with whoever else was in there until you went to a treadmill for your run.

"You do know this doesn't help you actually run from your problems?" Sasha asked you. You shook your head as you continued on. "We can get a cup of coffee and talk. You look like you need it."

"I'm fine," you lied. Sasha stopped the treadmill for you and pulled you out of the gym herself. You didn't try to resist going with her. Just having company was nice, and you had always looked up to Sasha.

"Why were you in the gym so late?" Sasha asked as the two of you got back to her room. She had made you a cup of sleepytime tea rather than coffee, not that you were going to complain.

"I've been spoiled and can't stay in my own hotel room anymore," you said. Sasha looked intrigued, no doubt from the large number of dumb rumors from your past. "N-not like that."

"It could be like that, if you wanted," Sasha offered. You nearly spit your tea out as the two of you locked eyes. There was no pressure to make a decision, which was why it was so easy for you to set your tea aside and pull her in.

----

Weeks later and you were, both emotionally and physically on some occasions, fucked. You liked both Sasha and Charlotte a lot. You liked spending time with them, but they seemed to fight over your time. It was getting to the point where you were splitting every second you weren't working between the two of them. You hadn't been truly alone in weeks and that was how you realized that too much of a good thing was in fact, terrible.

"Good morning gorgeous." Charlotte greeted you with quick kiss as she set her phone down to reserve the spot next to you at the breakfast table. Today was the first time in over two months that you had gotten to sleep in your own room by yourself. Charlotte walked off to get herself some breakfast, which was around the same time Sasha emerged from the elevator and made her way towards you.

"Feeling better?" Sasha asked as she dropped down onto your lap. Subtly was neither woman's forte, but Sasha was more open with PDA than Charlotte tended to be. Sasha didn't care as much if someone stared at the two of you kissing at the hotel breakfast bar. She did care, however, when Charlotte tugged her face away from yours by the back of her hair. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself. I'm sure Y/n isn't all that comfortable giving the whole roster a free show," Charlotte grumbled. It was then that you realized they were both aware of each other. "I know from staying on the same floor as you, we've heard enough already."

"Jealous that she's moaning my name at night and not yours?" Sasha mocked. Charlotte clenched her jaw as she pushed around some oatmeal in a bowl.

"Hold on, you guys know about each other?" you asked. Both Sasha and Charlotte nodded, an obvious look on both of their faces. You felt sort of pissed, like they could have been cutting you a little more slack. There was a conversation that probably should have happened earlier so that you didn't run yourself ragged trying to make time to spend with both of them. "And not once did you think to bring it up?"

"Neither did you," Sasha pointed out. "You didn't have to keep accepting invitations to hang out. We'd understand if you needed time to think, maybe make a decision."

"I haven't had enough time to think that clearly lately. There's this really hot blonde who keeps making me watch dumb romance movies with her and very cudd-," Sasha held her hand up to cut you off.

"I'm not cuddly. We go to the gym together and then have sex, that's all," Sasha corrected. You scoffed, knowing that your time was mostly spent cuddling after the gym. Charlotte snorted at Sasha's statement, knowing Sasha well enough to know it wasn't true.

"We didn't want to rush you or anything either. Truthfully, at this point, we're fine with sharing you," Charlotte told you. "We'll just be more considerate of your time from now on. At least I will be."

"Don't act so high and mighty. I know she cancelled on me Saturday night because you were practically holding her hostage," Sasha teased. "But we're open to a schedule if you are."

"This is a lot, but that sounds nice. Maybe we could even find some time to spend all together too," you suggested. Both women seemed a little apprehensive, but ultimately agreed to negotiate something. They left you alone for the rest of the day until it was time to leave the hotel. You already had plans to ride with Charlotte, so Sasha decided to tag along to the next city with the two of you.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #charsha imagines #charsha imagine #charsha x reader #charsha #sasha banks x charlotte flair x reader #sasha banks #sasha banks imagines #sasha banks imagine #sasha banks x reader #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair imagines #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair

[billthedrake]

DOUBLE SIDED

"This feels nice," Logan said as we lay in his condo bed, slowly feeling each other's naked body up and making out softly.

"It does," I admitted.

*

It had been too long since I'd seen my little brother, three whole years, but after a year of dealing with divorce shit and feeling in the dumps, I decided to take some personal time and fly to New York for a few days. It was Logan's idea, and he invited me up in a way that suggested there would be no strings. Just two brothers catching up and having a fun long weekend.

Well, the second I saw Logan I knew it was gonna be more. My heart felt like it stopped or slowed and I just felt that kind of dizzy giddiness. Logan felt it too.

"Hey," he said, as he ushered me in. His place seemed small by North Carolina standards, but it was a nice, modern one-bedroom with a pretty sweet view. Logan did pretty dang good for himself.

I stepped in, unable to break my goofy smile or take my eyes off him, not even to look around the place. He was real hunky, muscular but a lot leaner than I was. He always confessed he loved my beefy build, but I would have taken his body in a heartbeat. I guess we all want to be something we're not.

"Hey," I answered, hoping I was reading his eye contact right.

I was. Logan stepped up to me and like that, my little brother's strong arms were slinking around my waist and pulling my taller, bigger body to him. Our kiss was electric. Deep, sensual and able to send goosebumps all over my skin.

"I wasn't sure you'd be up for that," he hissed as he pulled back.

My hands clung to every inch I could grip. Even through his polo shirt it felt real fucking solid. "I'm even more up for it now," I replied. "In case you don't remember, I'm no longer a married man."

Logan got a contrite look on his face. "Sorry, Dunc." My brother was the only one who called me Dunc instead of Duncan.

"Some things are meant to be," I said. I knew there would be time to talk about the big adjustments in my life post divorce, but that could wait. "Maybe we can get naked?" I urged.

Logan smiled big. "Oh yeah."

We went to his bedroom and playfully stripped for each other. I may be 41 and Logan 35 but it was just back like when we were younger easy. Our bodies felt warmer as we embraced naked and hard. I'd experimented with shaving down my chest and Logan had gotten hairier, even growing a soft bristly beard. It was like a reverse of the normal us, but it felt the same, too. Hands on each other, mutual admiration, deep kissing. Sensual incest.

Logan went down on me, but I held off cumming, even though my little bro is a total stud when sucking dick. I did my best to return the favor, until Logan tapped my shoulder. Either he was getting too close to blowing or he just wanted to move on to something else. "So big bro... you been taking advantage of your new freedom?" he asked.

"Some," I replied. "Not a lot." I'd fooled around with some guys since divorcing Sara, but I'm not proud to say my batting average while married was about the same.

Logan nodded, running his hand up and down my smooth abs. I got the sense he looked the shaved look on me, or at least the novelty. "You still take bottom bunk?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I grinned. This was one bond Logan and I had. He was an out and proud gay dude, and I was a closeted small town cop who went to the big city for my occasional hookups. But our preferences in bed were strikingly similar, almost identical.

Logan kissed me more passionately, a quick kiss, but one that let me know he was turned on by that information. "I've moved on to bigger toys," he said.

"Oh. How big?"

My brother bit his lip as he reflected if he was going to tell me. Then he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a dildo and some lube.

"You serious?" I asked. That dong was long, but more than that, it was very thick.

"Let me show you," my little brother said and slicked it up as he leaned back on the bed next to me, pulling his legs back in a classic missionary fuck-me position. God he was handsome as fuck, gorgeous even. Straw haired and all taut muscle, not an inch of body fat on him. I couldn't believe Logan didn't have a steady boyfriend. Or maybe he did. I'd have to ask him later.

It took a little preparatory working of his ring, but pretty soon, Logan twisted and angled that dildo right into his ass.

"Fuck, that's nice!" he hissed. My little brother was the one who introduced me to the term bottom, but we were equally in thrall with having our ass stuffed.

"Goddamn, bro," I exclaimed as I watched his sphincter swallow up more and more of that massively thick toy.

Loganis seemed proud. "This isn't even the biggest one I use, Dunc," he boasted. "It's kind of my every day one now." He sawed more and more of that dildo in and out, his eyes mostly on me. "You still play with yours?"

"Every day," I said. "But not like that."

"Wanna try?" he urged.

If it had been anyone else but Logan I would have said fuck no, but instead I nodded and lay back in a matching pose as my brother extracted that fake cock and put more lube on it.

He took charge of working it into me, and the sexiness of that helped, a lot. It took some real patience, but I was turned on and eventually I felt my tightness give way to a really fucking thick phallus. "God, fuck!" I hissed.

"My big cop brother like that?" he teased.

"Jesus, Logan, this is intense," I answered honestly.

"You got a hungry hole, brother," Logan growled. "Just like mine." More dildo pushed in and from there on it was pure excitement. The sexual situation, the prostate stimulation and the pushing of boundaries all made my dick rock hard and leaking as Logan violated my cop hole with that toy.

"It's been too long," I grunted, now raising my hips up off the bed to impale myself on that final fat inch, over and over.

"You're a fucking pro at this, Dunc," Logan encouraged, twisting that toy as I rode it. It was lewd as hell and we both loved sex like this. His eyes were on me, my ass swallowing his dildo, my smooth beefy body, my face contorting from the new sensations.

"I got another one," he threw out there. "Bigger."

No hesitation this time. "Fuck yeah," I answered.

And like that, Logan was pulling the thick phallus from my ass and retrieving the fatter one. He pulled it out proudly and started coating it liberally with lube. That fucker was big.... two feet long and double wide, a shiny black rubber and two ends. I'd seen such a thing in porn but nowhere else.

"You have another buddy into this?" I asked. This was clearly a toy designed for two.

"I wish," Logan said. "It's only gotten the double use once." He gave me a shy smirk as he started pushing the dong into my now relaxed hole. "I was hoping you'd be up for this, actually."

Somehow, the double wide went in OK, easier than the first. After six inches it became tougher with my internal resistance, but for now that was enough. Logan got a concerted look on his face and scooted into place, pulling his legs back to match mine and guiding the other end into his hole.

"Shit!" I cried as I watched my hunky little brother undulate his hips to work that staff steadily inside his guts. As he descended I felt an excitement sweep over me and I scooted down more of that incredible thickness. Maybe my hole would be sore as hell the next day. Or maybe not. For now, I felt on fire.

Our asses met. We paused a second and locked eyes on one another. We were ready. Our hips pushed and our abs clenched. And like that Logan and I were riding that bad boy together, in tandem. The mutual motion made the penetration feel extra deep and hard. I loved it. Logan was in heaven.

"I'm not going to be able to last that long," I warned.

"Me either," Logan hissed. "Go for it, bro."

I pulled my pud just as Logan started jerking his. Neither of us Smith men were hung all tha big, but that was OK. Our mostly matching cocks felt hard and great and alive in our hands.

I shot first, all over my chest and belly, but Logan was a second behind. We laughed a little after at how slutty and worked up we'd been. But I was rock hard still, and Logan wasn't making any move to back off that dildo. "Another round?" he challenged.

So we rode that fucker one more time, slower this time, trading deep sex talk and talking up each other's bodies. I told Logan about the three men who'd fucked me over the last year and how they were as tops but how THIS was something else. Something better and more intense.

Logan nodded, taking it all in as he humped against me stuffed ass and jerked his dick. He confessed he tried to find guys who looked like me, and that did it. I came again, hard, even if I didn't have as much sperm to spray this time.

By now, my ass was screaming for relief and carefully we worked ourselves free. Logan took the toy to the bathroom to rinse off then came back with a damp washcloth to wipe me down. It was a simple but wonderful gesture.

We snuggled up to one another, kissing softly. I had three more days of this. We had three more days of this. By the end of the weekend, Logan and I would figure out if this was like the other times. But for now, I just wanted to hold my adorable baby brother.

#drakestories

[stormhearty]

Hello again, haha :)

Good luck and good work to you! I haven't read Eris's yet, just the reader's and Tarquin's (which I loved). Let's modernize it! Cass😳🙀 ah, I'm fine! It's been a bit of a slog, but today is Sunday and I've taken the opportunity to rest a bit (sleep😂).

I've never read a manwha, but it sounds good. An inspiring manwha! LOL. A recommendation of your favorite?

It's a wonder she's not dead yet. She needs to go to the police station and report him for abandoning a child🤣🤣

Maybe you need to see if the books on your to-read list are also discounted (just to check). Lmao. Well, I'm helping, since you said you have a goal of reading more!

The Narnia books give me the impression that they're much better than the movies! I'll read them one day!

A tag just for me? I feel so adorable! An emoji tag? I love ducks 🦆, or could it be a name? Emerald, because I love green things. So undecided. I could be a parrot soon, since I talk more than I should because my thoughts are always racing and I'm also racing to keep up with them so I don't forget. Make up your mind!

Don't worry, I know how working as a nurse takes up a lot of time and I'd be in bed until I had to go back to work too. I understand😹 I'm studying for today's lesson and I've jumped at the chance to come here hehe. Thank you! I love expressing my opinion, especially if it's about something I like. YES! Ms. SJM should explain a bit more about the other courts. I confess I'd like to see a bit more of the Autumnal Court(?) I don't know why, but I'd like to see more about Eris and the place my dear Lucien had to leave. I also confess that part of my curiosity is to get to know more about Eris, because, amazingly, I have a crush on him after reading a few things here! (Even though I know the poor guy barely has any screen time. Judge me) LMAO. I think a lot of fans were expecting this🤣🤣 let's make a protest for Tarquin to appear more. Maybe Helion too! Bring them all!!!😂😳 Note: Before I felt more mysterious without emoji, but I love it. I feel mysterious with a brand now😘 🦆

Sorry for the broken responses though! And I decided to just put together both of your asks~ It might be easier for me to reply to both!

And thank you! I do hope you enjoy the Eris one! It's very angsty~ Yup! I am having a difficult time with the Modern!Cassian one though~ More like always having difficulty starting it but that's a me problem.

And that's me the past few days. It was my weekend at work and all I did was lay in bed attempting to get some sleep. As usual. And then yesterday I had dinner with coworkers it was fun, that's why I haven't been able to reply to anything the last few days.

My favorite manwha reads (some are finished, some are on hiatus and some are ongoing):

Finished:

Who Made Me a Princess (this is a must to read)

Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion

The First Night with the Duke

Flirting with the Villain's Dad

Ongoing:

Villains Are Destined to Die

A Stemother's Marchen

How to Win My Husband Over

The Siren: Becoming the Villain's Family

I Married the Male Lead's Dad

The Dark Lord's Confession

Hiatus:

Secret Lady

Roxana (How to Protect the Main Lead's Older Brother)

The Villainess is a Marionette

Into the Light, Once Again

The Archduke's Adopted Saint

I can't list all of them because it'd be so much! There are many manwha's I have dropped over the years because it got really boring or I lost interest.

But I actually own already LOTR and Narnia books! The Narnia was a behemoth of a book since it was the compilation of all the books. So I have to lug that thing around when I have to read it 🤣🤣 And they are! I did just love the actors for the movie version of Narnia.

Well, I think it has been touched on here on Tumblr that Autumn Court has so many hidden secrets and the betrayal and all that stuff, the secret affairs. It sounds so spicy compared to everywhere else. And SAME! I was in love with Eris even though he barely had any scenes. And our boi, Lucien~

Oh my god. If Rhysand wasn't Feyre's mate I would have so petitioned for Tarquin to be with her. LMAO.

Mysterious with a brand~ my duckie nonnie~

#( .🦆 anon ) #( .asks ) #( .nikki ramblings )

[nancypullen]

A Day Off

Hallelujah! What a perfect day. I worked until six o'clock on Wednesday and practically danced out of the library. I have been rotating between the information desk and the circulation desk and the good citizens of this county have worn me out. The last several days have been a bit wonky. There were ten thousand calls asking if we have free eclipse glasses -we didn't, but could direct you to a place that does and/or provide instructions for making your own viewer out of a cereal box and aluminum foil. There was an event giving away free laptops to qualifying residents that was like the last flight out of Saigon. In the words of an unflappable coworker, "There was chaos in every corner of the building." Don't even get me started about Mercury being in retrograde. Like I said, wonky. Saturday was actually quite nice because it was opening day for Little League and there was a parade down Market Street with plenty of cute kids. When I arrived home on Saturday the Edgewater gang showed up and we celebrated Mr. Pullen's birthday. Jamie and I convinced the fellas to accompany us to a greenhouse to hunt for some plants, a greenhouse that the grandgirl said was "in the middle of nowhere". She wasn't wrong. We came home with lots of lovelies for the gardens, a successful trip! This is my favorite picture snapped over the weekend. Tyler and Jamie in a chess battle on the front porch. Never say it's not exciting around here.

I was back to work on Monday (eclipse day) for three busy days, and now I'm free! We delayed our trip to Lancaster for a day to let the bad weather blow through, so we'll leave in the morning, stay over Friday night, and come home later on Saturday. I'm anticipating some fun. Speaking of fun, here's another photo I loved. I'm pretty sure that I'm allowed to post this because she's masked. No one could ever identify her from this photo (and I've been good for six years). I'll delete if they ask. Anyway, this is our little miss on Monday. Isn't it cute pic?

Fast forward to today and I've shed all of the work nonsense and I'm feeling quite content. I spent the entire morning weeding and preparing flower beds, then planting some of the pretties that I picked up at Ball Greenhouses last week. I know I'm early, but these are hardy girls. If Mother Nature turns fickle I'll just be the crazy lady running around tossing sheets over gardens. Wouldn't be the first time. It's a small price to pay for the happiness of today. Working the dirt and dreaming of the blooms to come was good for my soul. I needed this day. Another little something that has recently delighted me is this stuff.

Because I'm at work for nine hours, I have recently become addicted to sugary, fattening, fancy coffee drinks. I'd zip through Starbucks on my lunch break and pick up an iced caramel macchiato , then I started buying the bottles at the grocery store and filling my big sippy cup (that I normally use for water) in the mornings. I was adding way too many calories to my day. So, I searched for a healthier replacement drink that would still give me the boost - and I found it! I'm not on Atkins or Keto or any of those diets, but I definitely appreciate the low sugar/carb count. This protein shake has the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, with added protein and fiber. It's a win! I can have this for breakfast and feel no guilt. Getcha' some! This post is sort of all over the place, sorry about that. I don't have a lot to say and I didn't sit down with a plan. I just opened my laptop and wanted to say hi. I do miss having more time to spend being silly here. The older I get the less I care about being silly. Look at these cool sunglasses I bought in a little shop in Chestertown. Silly for a woman my age? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not.

I just notice that my name tag for work is all jacked up by my seatbelt. Hope I straightened that out once I got there, but I don't remember doing it. Oops. Several of you have asked about whether or not I'm enjoying my job. It's complicated. I've mentioned my lovely coworkers, I've mentioned that I'm having fun doing the displays, there are plenty of positives. I'm trying to focus on what I have gained and not what I have lost. I do miss having time for hobbies, doing more than work, eat, sleep, repeat. Of course, as I type this I'm looking ahead to three days off - wonderful! The 16th will mark three months in my position, so I do feel I've given it a fair shake...and I just don't know. I'm really pouring a lot of energy, creativity, and effort into this job and I do feel that it's appreciated. They are very nice to me and pay me adequately. I'm just undecided if it's a fair trade for my freedom. I mostly talk about the fun parts, the nice parts, but there are also the not-so-fun parts. A surprising number of books are returned with bed bugs. We have two large "stink boxes" that are usually full of books returned that reek of everything from cigarette smoke, pot, or just general funk. They sit in there with charcoal rocks until they're bearable. Lots of people are rude, really rude. I got used to that when I was in the airline industry, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant. I could go on, couldn't we all? No job is ever perfect, and in the past I tolerated the unpleasant aspects because I had no choice. I don't have to do that anymore. I've been asked to take on some summer programming work - fun activities with kids, outreach booths at festivals, that sort of thing. I'm looking forward to that, and it's been a while since I've had things to look forward to. Well, that's not true. I've had loads of fun family stuff that happened and even a trip to Ireland in the last year, but as far as having something that gives me a chance to actually use my brain and any meager talents I have - this is the first chance since we left Tennessee. I just wish it wasn't so exhausting. Is that just me being sixty? It's kind of funny that I'm twenty to thirty years older than nearly everyone I work with, but they're all so tired. I don't want to scare them about getting older, but I feel like I should drop hints like, "I hope you like ibuprofen..." or "Enjoy those cute shoes while you can..." Honestly, I work circles around most of them, and I shouldn't. Where is their energy? I have to admit that when I'm shelving, and for some reason all of our shelves have books at floor level (why??), it is not fun getting up and down. I actually love shelving because the more books I touch the more familiar I am with the collection, but that bottom shelf will be the death of me. I snapped this picture last week when I was processing books. Some were going out to other libraries, some had been requested locally and were going on our hold shelf, some were being checked in and returned to our shelves.

That back wall is my work area. To the left you can see some of the 50+ craft bags that I assembled to go home with our little visitors. I love those. They have all of the supplies and instructions needed to complete a small craft. To the right of the craft bags are a couple of shelves of books pulled for mending or labeling. Under the desk are the infamous stink boxes. I wish they'd let me decorate this work room. It needs color and art. It should be pretty. Pretty isn't very important around here. That's definitely something I miss about the south. I put a little bit of the south into one of my small displays. We have a good collection of cookbooks here, so I grabbed a tablecloth and sign from our house, and voila!

This hardly counts as a display - just two pieces of decor and some books, but it's working - people are checking out cookbooks! I swap them out every couple of days to keep it interesting. Here's another little bit of nothing - just pillow stuffing glued to cardstock for clouds, the raindrops are cardstock and string. Rainy Day Reads!

See what I mean? None of it is great (I have no budget!) but it's the fun part. So much of the rest is exhausting. They're advertising for a couple of new positions, so maybe if they find the right people I could work fewer hours. If that were the case I could do this for a long time. I'm already cooking up some fun ideas for May. I have my book lists ready and one display will definitely be "Once Upon a Crime..." complete with crime scene tape and a chalk body outline on the floor (actually white painters tape). I may do a Sci-Fi display with an alien saying, "Take me to your reader." We have a huge biography section though, so I probably should use those instead. I could make a giant name tag, like the ol' "Hello, my name is______" that we've all had to wear at some point. I could put up a sign that says Meet someone new, try a biography and put out a variety of interesting people - founding fathers to modern musicians, CoCo Chanel to Sally Ride. Anywho, just letting those ideas rattle around in my brain. I'll figure it out. Wow, I've rambled far too long and it's all disjointed and kooky. I guess I was overdue for a visit here. I'm happy today because I'm home. I hope that you're happy too, or at least on your way to being happy. I suppose we all have to figure out what that means for us, and where it is for us. I know it's not on that damn bottom shelf at the library.

The mister is turning off lights and heading for bed, so I guess that's my cue. We'll run off to Lancaster in the morning so I'll be back on Sunday to share a bit of that with you. It may be nothing but Amish buggies in the rain, but I have a feeling we'll find some fun. If you've made it all the way to the end of this snoozefest of a post, give yourself a cookie. You deserve it. Consider yourself hugged. Stay tuned for the Griswolds' adventures in Pennsylvania Dutch country! Until then, stay safe, stay well, and know how very much I've missed you. XOXO, Nancy

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My ADD Medication Journey - Mar 15, 16 & 17, 2024

Oops... got distracted by other things (visiting the parents over the weekend). Forgot to make an entry here.

Friday, March 15th

Slept a little better then the previous night. I'd guess I managed somewhere between 4 and 6 hours. Not quite enough for my liking but it was sufficient to get me through the day.

I had taken a sleep aid--some over the counter antihistamines repackaged and rebranded as a sleep aid--and put on some soothing stuff to listen to while I lay in bed. It seemed to do the trick. I hope I don't have to keep taking the antihistamines every night I've taken my ADD medication.

Woke up feeling tired, but I'm used to that. Took my medication as soon as I was able to get something to drink--around 8:30am.

Work wasn't terrible, not as productive as I might have liked, but I did get enough done to still feel accomplished. The workload has eased down substantially now that A) we've kind of streamlined the process a bit and B) the backlog is effectively gone.

There's still some older stuff sitting there waiting for me to tackle it, but it's not super critical, and I've got other matters to address.

Tremors weren't as bad as the previous day, but still enough to notice.

I was able to focus enough on the things that mattered such that the most important things got taken care of.

I left to go see my parents immediately after work. For a not small stretch of the night, mom sat with me to go over my taxes so that we could both be reasonably sure I hadn't missed anything. I'm not super fond of the tax preparation services, and my state doesn't offer a proper free-filing method... because... well... fuck this state.

I got notice that I've been approved for my new apartment, and had to deal with some paperwork with that. More will be coming soon.

Went to bed later than I would have liked, but such is life.

Saturday, March 16th

Had trouble sleeping, but I got something like 5 or 6 hours of sleep I think. I always have trouble sleeping in a new bed, even if it's one I've slept in before, just not in a while.

Not taking my medication on the weekend so that I can guarantee a good night's sleep.

Got up early enough to eat breakfast with dad at a local place. Came back in time for him to go with others to go see a movie while mom and I babysat. That kid has waaay too much energy for me to keep up with.

Energy level was markedly lower than the last couple of days, but not low enough to make me need to nap as hard as I had during the weekends while on the previous run of medication.

Ended up napping anyway, but not for very long.

Finally came back home later than I would have liked but oh well. It didn't take long for me to start feeling drowsy enough to want to crawl into bed. Fell asleep fairly quickly.

Sunday, March 17th

Slept pretty well. Got more than 8 hours, which helped with the sleep debt from the week.

Took the day pretty slow and lazy, didn't have a lot I needed to get done, but of the things I should liked to tackle, I only got some of it done--such is life with ADHD and you don't take your meds.

I ended up feeling pretty tired at about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, to the point where I fell asleep in my computer chair for a little while.

I don't know if it's specifically the sleep debt thing because of the medication, or if it's also a function of just getting older.

Feeling a normal amount of tired as I'm looking at going to bed here in just a minute. Hoping to have a normal night's sleep.

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