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dreamersparacosm · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

featuring austin butler

thigh riding (n): when one person opens their legs, and other person sits on their thigh, and proceeds to dry hump said thigh until climax or as a form of foreplay.

nsfw!

note ; lmao this isn’t kinktober anymore it’s kinkyear <3 decided to post this while y’all wait for lawki pt 1, had to rewrite this three times bc I hated it at first but yolo here we go, enjoy

warnings ; thigh riding, choking

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You might have outdone yourself this time.

Sure, in retrospect, it was hardly an innocent gesture. What you did was enter the living room, white mini-skirt in tow, eyes beckoning for his attention despite the clear exhaustion that lingered behind his eyes. You curled up next to him, trying to feel the warmth radiating from his body as best as possible, his arm curling around you and squeezing your shoulder.

You were restless in his arms, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He figured it could have to do with the fact that his girl needed attention because he’d been away for too long, and only he knew how to take care of her. You would say he was pretty spot on with that idea.

After you relentlessly moved around on the couch, your bare clitoris rubbing against the texture of the couch cushion, he had patted his thigh, motioning for you to perch yourself on him, without any notion or idea that you had a larger plan in the works. But, in record time, you found yourself soaking his sweatpants and your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents on his skin underneath the fabric. A strand of his blonde hair hung loosely over his forehead, ignoring any eye contact from you that would send him over the edge whilst gripping the television remote tightly.

He couldn’t really continue his act when you started shifting in his lap like a kitten in heat. He knew there were no panties. He could feel the wetness bleed through his sweatpants, a sharp inhale of breath as he felt his cock constrain in his boxers. With a discreet cough and his hands on your hips, he adjusted your body to where your clitoris was right on the middle of his thigh, and there was little backlash to that.

And that’s really how you ended up in this position.

Now, it’s easy to see he’s just as riled up as you are. His whole body goes up in flames as he presses his lips against your neck in a heated attempt to quell his own desires. “No panties. You’re fucking sick, baby,” His voice is dark, raspier than normal.

He chuckles sadistically, lifting up your white skirt to reveal your bare ass, running his smooth palm over it. He resists the urge to slap it, ignores whatever animalistic side of him is telling him to deny you of anything. But you don’t deserve that, you’ve been waiting for him so patiently at home while he’s been filming. “You know, you could’ve just told me you wanted me,” He teases.

You whimper pathetically, your hands gripping onto his knee for stability. Your legs shake from the longing of his cock to fill you up, every inch, make you full of him until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Austin,” You say hushed under your breath, like it’s a secret between just you two.

“C’mon, darlin’”, There’s a bit of that southern twang mixed in, makes you lose your train of thought completely and consumed by him. “Do whatever you need to do to me.”

And you can’t move, not even an inch, overwhelmed by desire as your core aches for any form of stimulation. You would opt for him inside you, but there’s a mutual understanding that he won’t let you do that just yet. Your eyes hone in on the television ahead, on the film he’s watching, something that doesn’t make you think about him.

He leans back against the couch cushions, runs a hand up and down your spine. A wave of shivers releases themselves, and you bite your lip in a last-ditch effort to control yourself. “Don’t get all shy on me now, princess.”

Your body moves before your brain does, rocking itself gently against the fabric of his sweatpants and creating enough friction to please you. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting — maybe you on your knees, with his heavy cock in your mouth, spit dribbling down the corners of your lips — but he was perfectly fine with this arrangement, with the way you could use him as your personal toy.

The repeated action is slow at first, timid, as you build up courage and speed, a want for your orgasm so deeply rooted in you that you’re already seeing white in your vision. “Jesus Christ, baby,” His calloused hands find your hips, guide your movements to a rhythmic beat.

You’re panting, moaning, as he rocks your body against his thigh, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and whole inside. He’s not oblivious to the way he’s feeling about this, his erection outlining the grey sweatpants he wore so often. “Always so desperate for me, huh, baby? Couldn’t stand me being gone for so long?”

You let out a choked sob, something that sounds so ridiculous you would normally be embarrassed. All you can think of is cumming, on him, on his stupid sweatpants, leaving a wet stain that he won’t be able to get out. “N-No. I needed you s-so bad, Aus.”

His hands coming around to grasp around the circumference of your neck, pulling your body back into him, his mouth connecting to yours. You can feel his cock burrowing in between your ass as his hips buck into yours, a pleasant accident that elicits a groan from him. Your skin burns with a dizzying yearning to feel more of his heat and longing for you. It’s all far, far too much.

Your core aches, burns and gnaws as you chase your release, something fiery and desperate. His grip tightens around your neck, a token of his affection for you, the reminder that you belong to him. By now, your own thighs are slicked with your juices, almost certain that you’ve soaked the rug beneath you.

“F-fuck, I won’t be able to hold it in, Aus,” Your voice is strained, motions distressed and deprived. He fingers dig into your throat, almost cuts off your oxygen, has you digging your fingernails into his thighs so roughly you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my thigh,” His voice taunts you, a haunting melody. You gasp uncontrollably, a pitiful sound exiting your lips. You’re so close, your breathing ragged and thoughts jumbled, nothing but the feeling of your clitoris against the rough fabric devouring you.

He knows you can’t hold it any longer, sees it all over your face before he has to say anything. You moan out his name, over and over like it’s the only thing you know, your legs shaking around his as you release all over his pants, drenching them. He works you through it, releases his grip on your trachea, coos to you as your hips slow down.

Your body falls limp against him, eyes closed as you try and recover. “I’ve got you, darlin’. Got you right here,” He tugs you off his lap, pulls your body in closer to him, cradles you in comfort. “Feeling better?”

“Feeling like I’m never wearing panties again,” You mutter to yourself mostly, but he laughs as he hears the words.

“That works too,” He kisses your forehead, turning the volume back up on the television. For the moment, he’s not worried about getting off. He knows you’ll be back. You always are.

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#angelina’s kinktober #haha #i still have to tag it as that for organizational purposes but funny right #austin butler #austin butler fluff #austin butler angst #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler gif

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jamievx · 4 months

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A shiny day out! A Christmas gift for my good friend Quinn! I just love this so much ahh! 🖤🦊

🎨 Lawkie (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54947153/)

#furry #furry art #rubber catsuit #rubber #rubber fur #rubber furry

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fff777 · 23 days

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watched renjun and jisung talking about aliens on look at science!

based on the previews, they are getting DEEP into scifi which i am really excited about. ever since i finished reading the remembrance of earth's past trilogy by liu cixin (aka the three body problem trilogy) i've been thinking a lot more about space and humanity (whereas it used to be a topic that i avoided because it freaked me out lol). and i'm also reading the children of time by adrian tchaikovsky which discusses similar themes of humanity in space and such. anyway i am excited to see what discussions this group gets up to!

wow we have a few scientists on the panel. other than the host jung youngjin, we have an astronomer ji woongbae, a physicist kim beomjun, and a biologist/astrobiologist kim eungbin. i'm really excited haha. i'm such a nerd.

aw the scientists are so earnest, kim eungbin studied up on nct before this show.

aw they're discussing renjun's chinese name. i wonder if this is a topic that would be more popular among an older audience :P

spacemates <3

deep thinkers :3

aw jisung is a fan of the show!

oh you little cornball <3

first topic: do aliens exist?

yo jisung is getting DEEP. so he thinks there is other life in the universe, but humanity as a whole may not be able to interact with them by the time humanity even comes to an end.

the host jung youngjin is doing a lot of the facilitating which makes sense seeing as how he seems like a pretty easygoing speaker.

renjun's theory on aliens is that it probably won't be something we can really fathom because humans' impressions of things, and humans' imagination is based on what we know on this earth.

jisung is a fan :3

ji woongbae thinks that renjun and jisung have really deep thoughts about their theories haha. kim beomjun said that jisung and renjun have probably thought about this before.

it seems to me that renjun is more interested in the social aspect of science and science fiction which i think matches his personality

kim eungbin brings up a good point, he mentions that life forms might not exist at the same time as us. so maybe a civilization existed somewhere else, but billions of years before or after humanity has run its course. which also falls into the 'not being able to interact with them' theory that jisung was talking about.

jung youngjin @ scientists: ...y'all are sus

lawki = life as we know it

lawdki = llife as we don't know it

this is really interesting, because i guess the concept of lawdki implies that life exists in ways different to what we know on earth which is creatures who breathe, eat, consume energy, etc. but perhaps there is a kind of extraterrestrial who is sentient but shares nothing else in common with life on earth.

i went back into boda's channel and i noticed that the older videos don't have english subtitles. i wonder if they knew they'd get a large audience for this video and that's why they added subtitles lol.

second topic: is there a star you want to go to?

i looked up starwalk and it looks like it's a stargazing guide

jisung doesn't want to go to a planet with no oxygen or water ^^;;

jung youngjin: would you go to mars?

jisung: yes, definitely

jung youngjin: even if you couldn't come back?

rensung: !!!

jisung said he'd go to mars when he's 40...so he'll spend his youth here on earth i guess XD where the fun things are XD

taking a page out of mark's book (it's only just begun etc. etc.)

kim eungbin said jisung's a philosopher lol

renjun said he'd go to mars too :o i actually didn't expect that

LOL do it for the gram

i get what he means though, it'd be one of the most unique human experiences ever, going to mars as a human

i am with you my guy

moving the discussion on to earth-like planets in the universe. they exist, but of course they are all too far.

learning that it'll take 100,000 years go to go the closest star X'D that's with our current technology

so this star proxima centauri (that's 100,000 years away) is smaller and cooler, but the earth-like planet is closer to it

wait i need to wrap my head around why the kid will be 18 lol. the way i understand it, if you are on the other planet and you are looking at a 10 year old child on earth, then that child is actually 18 years old because if you view earth from the other planet, you're seeing earth from 4 years ago. so if you see a 10 year old on earth from the other planet, then the kid is actually 14 years old. and then it takes another four years to travel? please feel free to explain this to me because i want to understand XD

ok this second question about seeing light while travelling at the speed of light is just boggling to me

lmfao this is me. i am just thinking emoji always

host jung youngjin has a lot of really cool questions, though we probably don't have time to explore all of them

ji woongbae says that whether a planet is fit for life, and whether life actually exists there are two different questions

renjun asking about how objects that are sent into space can avoid collisions

third topic: what would you think if humanity discovered other life forms in space?

now we're going into discussions of what life forms on other worlds would look like. how would they evolve to suit their environment? entropy, ability to react, ability to learn/remember were brought up

renjun thinks confidence is important for a life form, and he's not wrong imo. all life involves risk, but i think confidence in this case means a creature understanding their abilities before they do a thing, whether it's getting food, scaling their terrain, etc.

LMAO biologist kim eungbin quoted jurassic park

jung youngjin keeps giving the scientists shit for being very agreeable with renjun and jisung XD i mean, i know why they do it, they don't want the fans to get on their asses ^^;;

now discussing how life evolved from microorganisms on earth

so all of these are hypotheses, but we still technically don't have an exact formula for how life came to be

me watching this show

i understood that reference (plato: all i know is that i know nothing)

fourth topic: what would you need for a spacecraft to travel in space for 5,000 years?

physicist kim beomjun mentions a book "i am schrodinger's cat" by won jongwoo where humanity passes several civilizations on a ship. i came across this concept as well in death's end by liu cixin.

omg in this short story, humanity has forgotten why they set out on earth ToT that's terrifying because what if they run out of resources and haven't found a planet yet ToT i tried googling this novel but didn't find much so it might be a novel that hasn't been translated to english.

big science fiction guy in the haus

lol what a poser, jisung hasn't even watched dune 2 yet XD (i know, he's a busy guy, i'm just giving him shit)

astronauts have to keep their bodies strong on their way to mars because their bodies may grow weak from the 7 months of zero gravity on their trip there. and mars does have some gravity, so if they don't keep their bodies in shape, they might not even be able to handle mars' gravitational pull.

astronauts on the space station spend a third of their time on working out! wow. brains AND brawn.

the reason why space stations in movies spin is because that is how they create artificial gravity (is it the centrifugal force?)

microbes are affected by gravity too :o

fifth topic: why do humans want to procreate? what is the survival instinct?

kim beomjun says that life doesn't particularly have any goals. he mentioned evolutionary psychology and how back in the day, people who didn't want children didn't end up having them, and that we only exist because our ancestors had children. that made me think that the reason why we think living creatures want to continue their bloodlines is confirmation bias. we only see the results of those who decided to procreate. maybe a lot of people didn't want to have kids back then, but we would not necessarily know.

LMAO jung youngjin, what a guy. he was saying how perhaps we live because we imagine that amazing things can be attainable.

'why' in science is more akin to 'how'

biologist kim eungbin references philosophers a lot eh. he says that according to plato, the two ways that people leave memories is either through offspring or through great achievements. he also says that because we are mortal, we make every day count.

jung youngjin is saying that the meaning to life will change when renjun has a child haha. renjun was the one who brought up the meaning of life, and the direction of civilization. and jung youngjin counters that here with the fact that the protection instinct of parents towards their children is the instruction manual.

lol drag him

renjun brings up the topic of cloning vs offspring, and whether offspring is necessary if we can just clone ourselves. yes and no. if we can clone at will, then perhaps we might not need offspring. but the point of offspring is that the ones who carry our best traits will live on, so that each generation after us will be more able to survive in their environment via natural selection.

jung youngjin looks at this more from the emotional side, about how there's beauty in variety. i think it does come back to sociology a bit. with variety, then you have people who are good at different things, and they can all make the group stronger in different ways.

ah yeah, jung youngjin brings up the point i made earlier, about how civilization wouldn't advance if we were just cloning ourselves

oh interesting, so even microorganisms who reproduce by splitting (mitosis?) don't make exact copies of themselves 100% of the time.

even germs have herd mentality of caring for the young ones :o

hardcore fan

wait what. i too did not know that eggs are a single cell lol.

sixth topic: is there a creature that doesn't need water?

renjun going full neo culture technology and imagining AI as a civilization. i was thinking along the lines of a being that would survive on another chemical/substance.

kim beomjun brings up a good point. water is very unique because it can exist in different states very easily. it melts at zero degrees celsius, and it evaporates at 100 degrees celsius, both temperatures that we can attain easily naturally

jung youngjin: can alcohol replace water?

ah right, i remember polar molecules from chemistry...a long time ago lol. but i think the idea is that alcohol can't really change states naturally like water can.

ji woongbae explains that water is easier to find anyway, as it's a pretty simple molecule (H2O)

seventh topic: can humans live with AI in the future?

ah so the scientists agree that depending on the definition, AI could be defined as a living creature because it fits some criteria, such as being able to react to stimuli

oh man this is in kim eungbin's wheelhouse haha. he's saying that defining life itself is a challenge. they can't even decide if a virus is alive. and they also have to define life in order to be able to define death as well.

lol smoothie promotion time. it feels so random now.

aw jisung got interested in science and philosophy because of his dad and his dad likes the channel too :3

hi dad :3

jung youngjin: to nct fans watching this, please don't just watch the rensung supercut

this was a lot of fun!!!!!!! space and science are topics that interest jisung and renjun personally. so because they were so immersed in the discussion, i was as well. in addition, i appreciated that the scientists explain things well. it was a really interesting discussion!!!!

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream #huang renjun #park jisung #jisung & renjun #look at science

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alredami · 6 months

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Jestem na serwerze anglojezycznym na discordzie o tematyce e//d i $h

Weszlam na kanal na ktorym mozna bylo wysylac zdjecia swojego $h i to co tam zobaczylam mnie zdziwilo mimo ze wiem do jakich stanow ludzie sie doprowadzaja

Myslalam ze jestem odporna na widzenie krwı bo bylam

Ale niestety nie na zobaczenie literalnie takiego $h ze bylo widac tkanke miesniowa

Nie chce mi sie juz nic jesc i bardzo dobrze, przez ogladanie tego dluzszy czas niz 5 minut myslalam ze zemdleje jak wstane z lawki w szkole lub ze zwymiotuje

#az do kosci #nie chce jeść #chudenice #chudzinki #nie jedz #tylko dla motylków #chce widziec swoje kosci #proanni #thin$po #s3lf harn

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1n0r5xxiaa · 8 months

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Jutro bede sie bic o ostatnie lawki w szkole. Jak ktos mi zajmie to powiem ze ma wypierdalac. 🤑

W ogole nie mam zadnych zeszytow nawet i nie kupilam wszystkich ksiazek pozdrawiam😍

Jutro tylko obiadek bo mamusia wraca z wakacji to zacznie gotowac :3

#bede lekka #lekkie motylki #lekka jak motyl #motyl #motyle w brzuchu #motyli #motylki any #gruba swinia #gruba szmata #lekka jak piórko

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theperfektgirlblog · 4 months

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Dlaczego on zawsze zajmuje moje miejsce?...

W sensie raz przed polskim dziewczyna z którą siedzę w ławce spytała czy mogę się przesiąść, wiecie myślałam że to na chwilę ale okazuje się że ON Z NIĄ SIEDZIAŁ I TO NA STAŁE A JA GDZIEŚ NA KONIEC MUSIAŁAM IŚĆ

I kiedy nie bylo mnie przez jakis tyg bo bylam chora to on zajal koje miejsce w klasie chemicznej i musialam isc na sam przod a lawki sa tam mega niskie a ja jestem dosc wysoka plus nienawidze chemii ale przynajmniej teraz na biologi jest fajny temat i bardziej ciekawy wiec staje sie to bardziej znosne

... i przypomnialo mi sie jak raz pani na polskim sprawdzala obecnosc niedawno i wlasnie ja juz siedzialam przesadzona i jak doszla moja kolej to powiedzialam jestem ale pani mnie nie uslyszala i ktos musial za mnie powiedziec a te laski i ona z ktorymi on siedzial zaczely cos o mnie gadac doslyszalam moje imie tylko na poczatku reszte to juz nie ale na chwile spojzelismy sobie w oczy i wiem ze slyszal co one o mnie mowily a na 2 lekcj pod rzad na polskim bo mielismy 2 lekcje polskiego dosiadl sie blizej nauczyciela czyli sie przesiadl nie wiem czy cos to moglo znaczyc ale pewnie przesadzam, ostatnio nie siedzieli razem tez bo siedzial z kolega a ona z kolerzanka ale napewno nie sa para z ta laska a to dobrze ale ona wydaje sie go lubic i to mnie denerwuje

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 2 years

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Can we get a sneak peek of Ch.20 of LAWKI?

i promise i was never ignoring you i was just super busy and also everything for chapter 20 is written by hand but i have a sneak peak for you under the cut!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!! xx

warnings: alcohol.

It was only a three game road trip, Columbus, Carolina, and Washington, but it still pulled at Tess and Anthony more than they thought it would.

For Tess, it meant sleeping in her room again. Alone. And cold. For Anthony, it meant being miles away from his girls, and the first time having to sleep away from Tess after knowing how perfect she fit in his arms and he struggled more than he thought he would. Sure, he had left her and Sorel dozens of times over the last year, but this was different.

So, once they had handed and got checked in, Anthony got comfortable in bed and FaceTimed Tess. It only range twice before the call connected and Tess’s bright smile filled his screen. Anthony instantly smiled when he saw her and—

“Are we feeling red or white?”

Anthony’s brow furrowed. That sounds like—

Connor stepped into the frame with a bottle of wine in each hand and her smile widened when she saw Anthony on the call. “Oh, hey Beau. Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of your girl.”

“Hi Connor?” He asked, a little confused.

“Uh, yeah, we’re having a girls night,” Tess told him before look over at Connor. “Red to start. Pinot—“

“Noir, I know,” Connor nodded and walked back into the kitchen to open the bottle.

“So you’re having a good time?” He asked and Tess’s smile softened as she nodded.

“Yeah, it’ll be nice. I still miss you though.”

“I miss you, too,” he said softly. “But you deserve a girls night. It’s been a while.”

Tess laughed as she nodded. It really had been. “You’re going to regret saying that. She said she’s been dying to talk about you boys.”

Before Anthony could reply, Connor sat down next to Tess and leaned into the frame and handed Tess her glass of wine. “I want all the deets on my favourite couple. Both the PG and the 18+ versions,” she winked.

Anthony had to fight off a blush as he leaned back against the headboard. “Alright, I will take that as my cue to go… I’m glad you’re having fun though. And if I don’t talk to you again because I know how you get with red wine… I hope you have a good night and sleep well.”

Tess rolled her eyes but ducked her head to hide her blush. “It was one time… But yeah, okay. I hope you have a good night, too. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Anthony replied without a second thought and Tess struggles to restrain her smile before she blew a kiss to the camera and of course Anthony caught it.

“Goodnight, Anthony,” she told him again before ending the call and when she looked over, Connor had a shit eating grin on her face.

“That was disgustingly cute. I love it,” she told Tess and Tess rolled her eyes before taking a big sip of her wine.

#baby bear story #anthony beauvillier #life as we know it #answered

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animunerdery · 1 year

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Lawki and the Polar Bear Devil vs the Flamingo Devil

#one piece #one piece x csm crossover #csm #chainchopsanj #powanora zoro #nyami is the cat #sandji kun #lawki #makiro #the flamingo devil #the polar bear devil

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mrvdocks · 2 years

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Life As We Know It VII.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Reader

Chapter Summary: Robin comes over to help you out and for moral support. Your relationship with Steve starts to take a turn.

Author's Note: whaaaat??? I'm posting again? And more than once in a row?? No but for real hey y’all! hope y’all are still enjoying the fic even after its long and much awaited return :)) also the nickname that Robin gives the reader as “Bee” is meant to be like bumblebee and an affectionate term based on their history.

There’s always someone there when you’re born. Whether it’s a nurse, a doctor, your mom, your dad, anyone really. You’re never alone.

When you die however, that’s when it gets tricky. Some people die alone. Some die with strangers. And sometimes some just die in places no one will ever find them.

You hoped it was the latter for your friends, embracing death surrounded by those they loved.

The rapid rhythm of your heart persisted, going crazy in your rib cage at the thought of existential dread. Parenthood wasn’t something you were particularly crazy or happy about. Hell, you weren’t sure you had the right upbringing either. Co-parenting with Steve was also the least of your worries. But there was a tiny voice in your head - you couldn’t tell if it was Nancy’s or Jonathan’s - that urged you to go on in their ever so usual forcing yet gentle tones.

You wished for a simpler peace. Instead all you got were a baby, a manchild, and a booklet on how to plan for funerals.

The booklet went tap - tap - tap on your chest, nearly ripping off its stapled spine after so much looking through it. You set it aside, choosing to not look at it any further. You weren’t so determined to get up, you much rather would wait to lay in bed until you heard Abby’s cries. Either way, Steve was still soundly asleep on the big couch in front of the television in the living room.

You were waiting for Robin to show up to the house, who knew funeral planning took a village?

Once your phone buzzed and you nearly ripped it off of the charging pod to confirm her arrival, you lept up and out of the messy bed and down the stairs. Steve remained asleep even during the heavy pattering of your feet against the wooden stairs. Not surprising, he’d gone out the night before and gotten absolutely plastered.

After his small outburst in the car a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to understand why he was acting this way. That he had a right to be upset about uprooting his life. That’s where you found similarities in each other. But where you differed was where and how you both sought to cope. He went out and partied while you stayed home and let every emotion overwhelm you until you cried your eyes out and became dehydrated.

You chuckled dryly to yourself, feeling a familiar familial feeling to it.

Robin had been an absolute rock for both of you during this time, obviously being the voice of reason that kept you and Steve from going at it like usual. Though Robin and Kali would often spend time with you two, Kali was often busy running the bar and so Robin would come in when she could. The two of them often taking turns checking up on everyone. Will called the day after the news hit their side, a sobbing and slobbering mess like you. He promised to visit soon, just as soon as Joyce got a little better, though the news only seemed to make her health decline.

Though you suddenly had a help line, you felt so ashamed to ask for help or emotional guidance. It wasn’t something you grew up with nor was it something your family ever offered. To have that felt strange and foreign.

Robin carried an array of mail from outside, groceries, and along with a bag that contained a change of clothes for Steve. She beamed slightly, showing off her pearly whites as she entered the threshold and waved at you with her free hand. You smiled back slightly. It felt odd to you. Especially when all you did was the opposite. But Robin was a glass half full kind of person, always so persistent to keep going.

“Hey Bee, got you some essentials and some other things. Didn’t know what you needed so I just kind of grabbed whatever I thought you’d like, hope that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” you respond, taking the things from her and walking over to the kitchen and setting everything on the island. “Anything works at this point. I don’t really know what to make here or even have the appetite to eat anyway.”

Her brows furrow, “You have to eat Bee- you’re starting to look a little like a ghost. When’s the last time you got some sun or something?”

Suddenly self conscious, you wrap your arms around your body and shrug. “I dunno. I haven’t really gone out since we picked up Abby. Nancy kept some snacks or cereal bars around so that’s all I’ve had.”

Robin shakes her head sympathetically. “Well, I brought food so we’re going to try to make something. You know I can’t cook to save my life so let’s see what we get otherwise we’re getting takeout.”

This spurs a chuckle out of you. You silently agree.

It only takes the two of you about nearly an hour or two to somehow pull through making a simple dish and conversations that go from whatever’s on tv at the moment to deep personal things for you to feel somewhat normal again.

“How’re you feeling?” She suddenly asks, her mouth slightly muffled from the food she was bringing to her lips to eat. “Still scared?”

You don’t know how to answer that, no one’s asked you that yet. Or maybe they have. You’re not sure. You’ve been blanking a lot lately.

You feel your shoulders drop as you release a sigh. “Not so much scared - just hopeful. I want to be someone Abby can depend on. Not just some cheap replacement for her real parents. I want to be able to do something for myself or for someone else and not be seen as this girl from Hawkins from the other side of the tracks everyone should feel sorry for.”

Especially when tragedy seems to always follow you.

“First of all, you're not a cheap replacement. Jonathan and Nancy picked you for a reason. They trusted you, they loved you, they knew just how much you love Abby and they knew you could do so much more for her if you had the chance. Second, no one is thinking that of you. Your past isn’t you and it’s definitely not your future. You’re better than that. You know you are. And you know you’ll be a great godmother.”

You poke at your food with the fork in your hand. “I just feel like - I don’t know if I agree with their choice to help me. I mean this is all just so unconventional.”

Robin snorts. “You’re talking to the ‘Queen of Unconventional', here. But Steve….he has his moments of vulnerability. Is he a fast talking womanizer who only thinks of getting his dick wet and rocking out sometimes? Yes, absolutely. But he’s still got a heart of gold. At least that’s what I remember from working with him at Family Video.”

“You know, I just can’t help but think this is Nancy’s last laugh. Like it’s her way of putting him and I together again. Even dead I can’t shake her damn matchmaking skills.”

“You’re putting too much faith into a dead woman’s last will. Whatever happened to seeing his brother? Or literally anyone else?”

“Trust me, out of all the people in the world, he’s the last person I’d even consider to repopulate the Earth. But I haven’t seen his brother since her last appointment. I’d imagine he probably would be coming to the funeral or something.”

Robin chokes on her food.

“Swallow, Robin. Also, I don’t need another friend to leave me behind too.” You remind her.

“I did - you just caught me off guard. Is that not like a hippo violation or something? Going to your patient’s mother’s funeral?”

“HIPAA - and I don’t know. Just seems like the respectful thing to do. It’s not like Steve will alert me if he comes either. He doesn’t seem like he likes him that much.”

“Oh yeah, they go way way back. You know, usual sibling rivalry stuff. But Steve never talks about it. I just get it all from looks and vibes. But you know, you should probably check that out.”

“I figured. I mean don’t get me wrong he’s cute and smart. But I’m not sure if I’m all that prepared or ready to go out there. Most guys don’t want to sit here with a baby and a co parent as a part of the deal.”

“And if they do? There’s got to be at least one man out there that doesn’t mind a baby already existing in the equation. Steve is easily removable. I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You conclude, just as Steve himself walks in. It profoundly startles both of you, sending you leaping back a foot and Robin shook as she slides off the island counter to smack him with the spoonful of food.

“What are you - a Prius?’ She wacks him once on the shoulder. “We need to put a bell on you or something.”

Steve chuckles heartily. “That defeats the purpose of the charm. The ladies can’t see me coming.”

“Or it could be a warning. Maybe they’ll thank us.” You interject, making eye contact with him long enough for the two of you to exchange silly childish looks.

He gives the food a glance and claps his hands together, “Alright, food! I’m starving.”

Both you and Robin place your arms dramatically over the food, “We made this! Go get your own food!”

Steve fights back and leans a fast hand under Robin’s armpit to tickle her which sends her jumping back, spilling hot sauce on her shirt, and away from the food. He immediately rips away a bowl of chicken and rice and rushes out the kitchen to eat in the living room.

“Robin!” You exclaim, rushing to your friend. Robin mimics a soldier who’s been hurt on the battlefield.

“How bad is it Doc?” She fake winces.

You run a hand up the hot sauce, ignoring that it looks like blood, and lick it clean from your finger. “We’re going to have to amputate.”

Robin remains in character as she whines and helps you lift her up. She grabs a fistful of napkins and cleans herself up, but not before offering some words of wisdom.

“Go get him back!”

As if on cue, you rush out of the kitchen and to the living room where Steve is beginning to sit and get comfortable as he flips through channels. Once he sets the bowl of food on the coffee table a few feet in front of him is when you attack. You lunge forward to grasp him from behind, pouncing and wrapping your arms and legs around his chest and waist. The sudden weight is enough to send both of you falling to the floor with an oomph! sound.

Steve gets the upper hand when he slides a hand into your shirt backwards and uses the same maneuver he did on Robin. It’s your greatest weakness and it makes you release him from your somewhat vice grip. Next thing you know, Steve’s in-between your legs hovering over you as he uses one hand to torture you and the other to hold your hands up above your head to stop you from recovering.

It happens so fast, it even takes Robin by surprise as she peers out from the kitchen and walks over. You’re both breathing hard on the floor, coming down from mutual attacks and staring at each other intently.

“Truce?” Steve asks huskily, his necklace dangling ever so slightly above your face. The cold silver guitar pick grazes your face as he repeats his question.

Suddenly aware of the change in position, you feel yourself go red. You’re now realizing your hot breath is on his face, which should’ve smelled like food, but he doesn’t seem deterred by it. In fact, your eyes are trained on him now, scouring over his soft features. The laughter lines, the faint yet many moles he has, the bridge of his nose, his over the top hair, it all comes into a soft focus like when you place a camera lens to fade everything out in the back.

His own eyes are studying you back. Taking in the way your chest rises heavily up and down as you try to regain your breathing to normal, the white v-neck shirt not doing much to hide it, the way your hair splayed out from underneath you to halo your face.

“Truce.” You breathe out, nodding quickly and splaying out your hands in surrender.

There’s a weird moment in between him getting up and off of you that Robin comments on later to Steve. One where the general animosity towards each other seems to take a backseat and Robin wonders if you’d both benefit from a hate fuck. But in the moment it doesn’t just feel like Steve is piercing your body with his eyes, but something in his eyes soften slightly. His face does actually, the same face you make when you forget something and suddenly remember and it was something you wanted to remember or find.

It’s a minute until you’re pulled up by him and settled on your feet. You both cough or do nervous tics that allow the other to excuse one other to get out of the situation. Robin keeps her laughter to herself as she watches you drag yourself back to the kitchen, teeth biting down on your bottom lip and eyes shut tight. She doesn’t need to use her infamous quips this time, you can already hear her.

You're passed out on the couch with your feet resting on Steve's lap as he sips on some can and finishes his bowl of stolen food. His encounter with you and Robin earlier didn't deter his appetite.

Robin sits lazily on the couch across from him, face in her knuckle as she tries not to fall asleep. Steve notices her nodding off and swings a foot over to her knee. Robin is startled momentarily before she smacks his foot away.

He sighs as he moves your legs aside and sits up.

"C'mon, time to go to bed. Go home. I got this." He says, confidently.

"No, you'll set the house on fire." Robin argues.

"Okay, it was one time and I was seven! I didn't know aluminum didn't go in the microwave."

Robin chuckles to herself and rolls her tired eyes. She stands up nonetheless. She rubs her tired eyes momentarily, glancing to you splayed out on the couch, clutching the multi color crochet blanket close to your face, soft snores erupting from you. Steve catches her glance and turns.

There had been less animosity towards each other since the car incident. While Steve still kept up appearances with you, he knew that this big change was definitely affecting his life in all aspects. His band, his love life, any freedom he thought he had.

As if she’s read his mind, Robin nudges him on the shoulder as she opens up the front door.

“How’s Monroe?”

Steve turns back to face Robin, remembering the mini fight he had with his on and off girlfriend when he had revealed his new parentage. He doesn’t know if she’s asking because she’s genuinely interested in knowing or if she’s trying to fill in the void of the late night.

He shrugs. “She doesn’t really see a kid being in the mix right now. I mean I get it. No one does. But it doesn’t matter. Us Harrington men don’t stay single for too long.”

There goes that smug face of his. His armor. Robin gives him a suspicious look, she always knew when he was being genuine or full of shit. Just a downside but also a perk of their very long friendship.

“Hmm,” she decides she’ll believe it this time. She turns her attention back to you. “Don’t forget to take her to bed.”

Before he can make a joke, Robin is steadfast ready with her correction. “Don’t.”

He gives a chuckle.

“Tuck her in, take her makeup off, be a gentleman for once.”

He places a hand on his chest, feigning being hurt by the comment. “Ouch Rob! You know I’m always a gentleman.”

She squints as she smirks. “Mhmm.”

She waves goodbye and Steve feels that feeling again as he closes the door. One where he feels alone even though you and Abby are within close proximity. He signs deeply as he reclines his back on the door.

He shuffles quietly to you, preparing himself to lift you as he snakes an arm under your knees and your back. With a small grunt he lifts and adjusts you, making sure you don’t hit your head on the banister or buster of the stairs. To his surprise, you don’t wake up amongst all the noise his heavier footsteps make up the stairs.

He kicks open the guest bedroom with his foot gently, getting it to open wide enough to shuffle clumsily into the room and let you roll off of him and onto the bed with a soft bounce.

Remembering Robin’s advice, he makes quick work of your borrowed house slippers and is careful to bring the covers laying on top of the ottoman at the foot of the bed to wrap around you. He tucks one side in under you, earning a small jump from your sleeping frame.

Ticklish, huh? Hm. He thinks to himself.

Steve finishes up carefully, stepping into the shared bathroom within the bedroom and ruffles through the contents of some of the drawers to find those makeup wipes he’d gotten so used to seeing overnight at his place.

Less is more. He knows by now.

Grabbing one or two wipes, he starts back to the room. He sits by your left side, careful to crane your head to face him and rub slowly and in circles for maximum effect. The cold touch of the wipes doesn’t wake you totally but you do shiver in response. He pauses for a moment, the pad of his right thumb feeling the soft yet wet skin. It’s so bare, so clean, so fresh.

He wonders if there’s something like this but for the soul. Something that allows him a fresh start. He can only guess it’s the situation he’s in now.

He finishes working on the other side of your face and dumps the wipes in the bin next to the bed, taking one last look at you. He shakes his head as he stands, ignoring whatever his mind or body are telling him, just as he was earlier when he had you pinned.

The good thing about the room you were staying in is that it was just across Abby’s own, making Steve’s late night patrol easier. He stares down at the old looking translucent doorknob, his hand hesitating just for a second. He knows that as soon as he walks in it’ll cement his status here with you. A parent. A father - no - stepfather. Just a replacement. A second choice. Always a second choice, it seemed.

Screw it.

The mobile’s lullaby is playing a rendition of a classic children’s song and the night light is illuminating the somewhat dark room in starry shapes when he walks in. He grips the doorknob until he feels ready to tread lightly towards the crib in front of him.

When two songs play and pass, he finally moves. Abby comes into closer view as he peers over her sleeping form. She’s splayed out like any normal sleeping baby, head turned to the right, chubby little arms and fingers above her head, little similarly chubby legs ever so often kicking at the blanket at her feet.

Steve reaches a hand in the crib and brings the blanket back up to her waist, the action so soft and yet so slow that it wakes Abby momentarily. Her little lashes blink up at him as she yawns and stares at him for a minute. Something tells Steve to reach out a finger, so he does. She stares at it as she brings up a tiny hand to grasp it. Steve lets out a soft incredulous laugh. Abby coos as she inspects his finger, somehow finding it amusing.

Steve feels a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. He wishes he could live in the feeling that he feels in the moment. To bottle it up and take it in small doses when reality becomes too much. When all he can feel is doubt and anxiety and stress.

The moment fades when Abby gets tired of his finger and her lids shut. She lets out a small shuddering yawn and goes back to dreamland, the lullaby from the mobile accompanying her on her journey. Steve decides to stay there, just in case she wakes up again. He pulls up the rocking chair next to the crib and sits, keeping an eye on the way she breathes.

He rocks gently back and forth until he feels his own eyelids start to fall, until he feels his head sulk to the side and sleep overtakes him.

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To be Taught, If Fortunate

Becky Chambers

Publisher: Harper Voyager Genre: scifi Year: 2019

Can I just say Becky Chambers is so goddamn good at what she does? How does that saying go? If Becky Chambers has a million fans, I am one of them . If Chambers has ten fans, I am one of them. If Chambers has only one fan, that is me. if Chambers has no fans, that means I am dead. It's so true. In this novella, Becky imagines a optimistic future, where humanity comes together to tackle the problem of climate change. That isn't enough to sway those with their eyes set on the stars, and a stateless populist organization has pulled its resources to pursue space exploration, with a true altruistic mindset of "leave no trace."

While alien life plays an important role—this crew of four would not be in space if there weren't alien planets to explore—the heart and soul of the novel is the crew itself. The story is structured as a mission report, sent from the Lawki 6 to earth, after they have lost contact. Engineer Ariadne O'Neill is the one conveying the message on behalf of herself and her three crewmates: meteorologist Elena Quesada-Cruz, geologist Jack Vo, and biologist Chikondi Daka.

The story is framed around an unprecedented event, so although Ari is relaying a mission, she is somewhat more personable than strictly scientific. In the beginning of the novel, when Ari says she loves her crewmates more than anyone in the universe, it's easy to write that off, but as the story progresses it becomes apparent that it is remarkably true. Ari knows her crewmates down to their souls, knowing where and how Elena prefers to sleep, can tell when Jack is nearby just by the cadence of his footsteps and spends hours with Chikondi having theoretical discussions about ethics and the meaning of life.

The most compelling part of the novel for me, is the ending of their stay on Opera. They have been trapped in the Lawki 6 for weeks under a tumultuous ocean, and everybody's nerves are frayed. Ari, the mechanic, the engineer, whose job it is to keep everything running, tries to bolster her teammates but in turn, eventually, each rebuff her efforts. When they finally make it back into orbit, Ari has a sort of mental break, where she puts on her EVA suit and is tempted to commit suicide by drifting away into the stars. When her crewmates notice, Jack and Elena try to get her back in the spacecraft. Jack considers going after her, even with the disastrous consequences with the airlock open. But it's Chikondi—asexual, introspective, gentle Chikondi—who gets her back inside by asking her an inane question. But it's not the question that matters, it's the implicit acknowledgement that they haven't been taking care of her as well as she'd been caring for them.

Because the story is told in a mission report format, we really don't get to see any of Ari's recovery, and part of me really wanted to, but the rest of me acknowledges the perfection of this novel.

And how I know Becky Chambers is truly a masterclass in her craft, is the choice the crew makes at the end of the novel. They are presented with what is seemingly a two-choice problem. And no matter what we would choose as the audience, our choice would ultimately be selfish. When the crew chooses a third option, an option I wouldn't have even considered, I'll admit I was taken aback. But after ruminating on that for a while, I think there would be no other ending so fitting for a novel of this caliber.

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★★★★★ the polycule in space I've been wanting stars

We step out of our solar system into the universe seeking only peace and friendship, to teach if we are called upon, to be taught if we are fortunate. Kurt Waldheim, Secretary General of the United Nations Message recorded in the Voyager Spacecrafts, intended for extraterrestrials Mission Launched 5th September, 1977

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