#vintage menu cover

[vintagepromotions]

Cover of the menu at the Starlight Roof, Waldorf Astoria hotel in Manhattan, New York (1935).

#vintage menu #1930s #starlight roof #waldorf astoria #waldorf astoria new york #manhattan #usa #dining #menu #vintage menu cover #fern #flamingo #hotel #art deco

[heaveninawildflower]

Halloween menu cover (1913) Salt Lake City.

From the collection of Frank Buttolph.

Image and text information courtesy NYPL Digital Collection.

#menu cover #vintage illustration #halloween #pumpkins #black cat

[newyorkthegoldenage]

This huge picture should be enlarged to see the details. It is of a banquet given by the city in honor of Charles Lindbergh, who was being lionized for his cross-Atlantic flight. The day before he'd been given a ticker tape parade; on June 14, 1927, the city threw this shindig, thought (at the time) to be the biggest and most lavish dinner ever given in New York. For some strange reason, all 3,700 guests were male (there's even one young boy on the far right, third table from front). They polished off 300 gallons of turtle soup, 2,000 pounds of fish, 6,000 pounds of chicken, 800 quarts of ice cream, and 12,000 pieces of cake.

Below is the menu cover from the party. "WE" refers to Lindbergh and his relationship with his plane, the Spirit of St. Louis.

Top Photo: Vintage Sports Authentics Auctions Bottom photo: National Air & Space Museum

#vintage New York #1920s #Charles Lindbergh #banquet #Lindbergh party #menu cover #Hotel Commodore #June 14 #14 June #3700 men #no ladies #no women #tribute

[holmesoldfellow]

"Sherlock Holmes Cookbook," combining "Holmes Cooking" by John Farrell and "Baker Street Meals and Menus" by Sean M. Wright with engravings by F. Dwight Shundo (1976)

#i will be following up with the index and chapters #sorry if i post too much about this book theres just a lot of stuff about it to post lol #sherlock holmes cookbook #sean m wright #john farrell #f dwight shundo #sherlock holmes #vintage book #vintage cookbook #engravings #vintage illustration #illustration #book cover #holmes #holmesian #holmes cooking #baker street meals and menus #baker street irregulars

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

STANDOUT DISHES INCLUDE: THE SNOW WHITE SPECIAL, HONEST JOHN'S DISH, & THE LITTLE PIGS' SALAD BOWL.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on cover art and interior menu offerings for the Walt Disney Studios Commissary/Restaurant Menu, Burbank, California, c. mid to late 1940s.

Menu offerings include: Cocktails and appetizers, Salads, hot roast turkey sandwich (served with mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce), desserts and cheese, sandwiches, combination sandwiches, and beverages (with a selection of Schlitz and Pabst Blue Ribbon as well).

Sources: http://randomneatstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/1940s-walt-disney-studios-commissary.html & Reddit.

#Walt Disney's Studio Restaurant #Burbank #Walt Disney Animation #Vintage Menu #American Style #Classic Animation #Mickey Mouse #Walt Disney Studio #Classic Disney #Vintage Restaurant #1940s Disney #Breakfast Lunch Dinner #Animation #Menu #Cover Art #40s #Walt Disney Studios Commissary #Disney #Walt Disney's Studios Restaurant Burbank #Americana #Illustration #40s Disney #Restaurant #Forties #Burbank California #Vintage Disney #L.A. #Disney Studios #Commissary #Good Morning

[lesservillain]

older!alpha!steve harrington x younger!omega!reader

cw: SMUT, omegaverse dynamics, unprotected piv, modern setting, steve is a divorcee and single dad, steve is in his early 40s and reader is in their mid to late 20s an: this is just a self indulgent lil one shot bc i love older men ugh

“She was totally checking you out, by the way.”

Steve pushes the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his attempt to hide the pink that dusts over his cheeks at Robin’s comment.

“What? No she wasn’t. Don’t do this today.”

The plastic of the menu bends in Steve’s grip by Robin’s ringed fingers. He tries to focus on the suns glare hitting the laminated paper rather than his best friend’s knowing gaze. He hates that she does this to him.

 It wasn’t their first time at this diner, nor was it their first time being waited on by you. What started as Robin’s attempt to get her depressed best friend out of the house after a quick but painful divorce has turned into a regular bi-weekly Sunday outing for the pair. And thanks to Robin’s commitment to a bit, she makes sure to arrive before Steve every time to sit in your section, all because she caught Steve checking you out one time.

“Why don’t you believe me that she likes you?”

“Robin—”

“Steve.” The tired battle of lifting Steve’s confidence was one that Robin refused to lose. “How many times do I have to tell you that you still got it? A little gray hair and a dorky mustache is, like, the new six pack abs for girls in their 20s.”

“Oh, god, do I need to have Hailey touch up my hair already?” Steve’s hands fly to cover the sides of his hair where his grays tended to show the most. The sudden movement sent his menu flying down to land on the floor next to him. 

“Shit—”

“Here you go—”

Skin meets skin when you went to grab the flimsy plastic at the same time as Steve. A shock wave runs from Steve’s finger through the rest of his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hazel eyes jump up to meet yours, and he can feel the breath from your gasp on his cheek. You shoot up, frozen in place as you look down at him. The tension is palpable between you. 

Suddenly, you bolt, leaving Steve still leaning over his seat as he watches you take off out of sight.

“What was that about?” The tone in Robin’s voice had Steve sitting up straight, annoyance clear in his expression.

“What was what, Robin?”

“Um, are we just going to ignore that pheromone drop you just did?”

Steve shifts in his seat, eyes wide as he looks around the diner. A few heads were turned to him, mostly older alpha’s with death glares as their marked omega’s sit blissfully unaware across from them. “Sorry.” He says in a hushed apology, shrinking back into his booth seat.

“Well, at least we have confirmation your girlfriend is an omega,” Robin says over a sip of her coffee. Steve’s ears perk up, but he does his best not to show his interest in the topic of you.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes. “I honestly probably just scared the shit out of her. Did you see how fast she ran off?”

“I’m sure you were watching.” Steve’s head falls back with a scoff, making Robin giggle at his embarrassment. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.”

“Thank you.”

“Are we ready to order?”

Robin and Steve turn to the waitress at the end of the table, immediately noticing she’s not you. They give the girl their order, and Steve can’t help but feel some type of way about how you would have just asked them if they wanted their regulars. With a heavy sigh Steve stares at the table’s vintage pattern until Robin calls his name. Her expression is soft, knowing in a way that is both relieving and disheartening.

“Maybe she’s on a break?”

“She hates me.”

“She does not hate you.”

“Yes she does. I’m a grown man who couldn’t control his pheromones all because a pretty girl touched his hand? We should probably just leave.”

Robin grabs Steve’s arm with a laugh as he attempts to make an escape from their booth. “Steve, it’s fine. I doubt you’re the first person that’s done that to her. Just relax.”

Steve sighs and nods. “Okay, okay. I’m good now.”

SPACE

“So you’re good to pick up the girls from practice this week, right? I’m hoping that this project will be wrapped up by Thursday--”

“Of course, Steven,” Robin says as she opens her car door. “You think I’d ever turn down the chance to spend time with one of my favorite nieces?” 

“I just want to make sure. I don’t want to give Becca any ammunition against me, you know.” Steve’s hands flex, thinking back to the argument him and his now ex wife had those months back.

Robin opens her mouth, but decides against whatever she had to say, simply nodding instead. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”

Steve nods back, watching as Robin gets in her car and drives away. He leans back to see her car disappear down the road before swinging his own door open and leaning inside. Reaching into his center console, he pulls out a pack of smokes and a lighter, bringing the butt to his lips and flicking the lighter. The flame refuses to stay, however, the clicking grating his ears with every failed attempt causing him to curse.

“Need a light?”

Steve spins around, bewildered, large hazel eyes like saucers when they land on you. A bright pink lighter sits between your fingers, and with a flick the flame emerges, waiting for him to lean in. He puffs until the heat hit his throat, pulling back to take in a deep drag, letting the smoke blow upward above him. 

When he looks back down at you, you’ve barely moved. Eyes lidded slightly and lips parted just so, almost like you were mesmerized by him. It makes Steve chuckle out of nervousness, not used to being ogled at his “big age” as his daughters would say.

“Thank you,” he says with a smile that seems to bring you back to this planet, eyes blinking rapidly before you pull out your own pack of cigarettes. 

“Yeah, of course.” Your eyes flicker up to him for a moment before giving yourself a light.

“You’re too pretty to be smoking,” Steve says passively, smoke billowing out between his own lips.

You look up at him through your lashes. For a brief moment you look annoyed at his comment and Steve is sure he fucked up again. The words of his oldest going on about how men shouldn’t comment on what women do rings in his ears and he wants to slap himself.

“Well, I could say the same for you.” There’s a teasing lit in your words, but the cute shuffle and bounce combo that you do gives Steve butterflies as it fuels his delusions. 

Channeling his former self, his mind shifts into King Steve mode after 20 years of retirement. He takes a step into your space and internally celebrates when you don’t move away. “Awe, you think I’m pretty?” The tone of his voice surprises him, coming out more sensual than he intended. But your reaction tells him that he must be doing something right.

“You’re definitely nice to look at.” Your words come out even but breathy. Was he really having this effect on you? Maybe Robin wasn’t wrong about him still having it in him.

“Oh, so you like to look at me?”

“Only for about an hour every other Sunday.”

Steve sucks in a breath. The way you’re looking at him right now is making him have thoughts that aren’t appropriate for the very public parking lot of your workplace. But he can’t get over the fact that you’ve been looking at him of all people.

“Is-is that so?” 

“Mhm,” you hum, taking a drag of your cigarette and blowing it out. “Would be nice to look at you for an hour from a different angle sometime.”

Steve coughs on his hit, completely thrown off by your forwardness. But you don’t seem to be deterred, rather you close the gap between the two of you, chests touching as you look up into his eyes.

Lips move in a feverish kiss as Steve pins you against his front door, keys fumbling in his hand as he attempts to unlock it while keeping the two of you connected. You giggle against his neck when he pulls away, leaving a few kisses against his skin as he finally gets the door open. His hands fly to your hips, walking you backwards into his home where his lips crash into yours once again.

“Nice place,” you say as he moves to leave heated kisses against your neck.

“Thanks,” he says between nips on your skin. A low groan pulls from his chest when he feels your hand slide down to palm at his crotch. A smirk forms on his lips at the little gasp you let out when you feel his size, and he bucks his hips into your hand playfully.

In one swift motion he lifts you up and over his shoulder, delighted by your laughter filled squealing as he carries you to his bedroom. Kicking the door open with a gentle shove, he walks you over to his king size bed and plops you down on the comforter. The huge smile and wild look in your eyes spurs him on, all the blood in his body rushing to his dick when you reach your arms out for him. 

Steve pulls off his shirt with haste, and your eyes fix on the healthy patch of hair that covers his chest that tapers down his stomach to where it disappears into his jeans. He feels a little self conscious under your gaze, but the way your tongue darts out of your mouth, licking across your bottom lip has him climbing over top of you to chase it with his own. 

Hands move between your bodies and clothes go flying until the two of you are fully exposed to each other. Steve’s hard, leaking cock presses into your thigh, laying heavy against your already hot flesh. Your fingers run through his soft locks as his mouth attaches to your breast, nipping and biting until his mouth reaches your hardened nipple. 

While his mouth pays your sensitive chest attention, his large hands have wandered down between your legs and began running his fingers through your folds. His fingers skim over your clit with each stroke, sending little jolts through your body.

“God, you’re so wet,” he breathes out, his blown out pupils meeting yours.

“Just for you,” you say with a smirk, one that turns into an open mouth moan when he finally plunges a finger into your waiting cunt. 

There’s no mercy as his fingers move inside of you just right, hitting that spot with a curled finger over and over. Your hands grip his shoulders, instinctively trying to push him away but he doesn’t relent. He just watches the way your face contorts as another thick finger joins in stretching you out for him. 

“So beautiful.” Steve doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud, but he can’t think of another word to describe the way you look under him. “Doing so good for me, honey.”

His praises send you over the edge and you cum hard on his fingers. The way you squeeze his fingers mixed with the smell of your pheromones releasing has Steve’s cock twitching in anticipation. When you come down from your high, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck and pull him in for sloppy, appreciative kisses. 

“Mmm, gonna need you to fuck me now, big boy,” you say into his ear, tongue licking at his lobe in a way that makes his hair stand up on the back of his neck. Your soft hand slides down between the two of you to grab his cock and pump it a few times in your hand. “Do you have any condoms?”

Steve freezes above you. 

“Um, well no…” he stutters. “Me—uh, my wife— ex wife—,” he looks at you directly with his clarification, “she had her tubes tied so we, um, we never used them so I don’t have—”

You put a finger over Steve’s lips, hushing his babbling immediately. 

“It’s okay,” you say with a sympathetic look, “I understand. We can stop…or.”

“Or?” Steve asks.

“Or, if you don’t care…then I don’t care? Just pull out?”

Steve felt like he was going to bust in your hand as it worked his aching cock. Deep down he knew it was irresponsible. But the way you were making him feel was lowering his inhibitions. And when was the last time he’d ever been reckless? 

“O-okay,” he swallows dryly, “I’m okay with that. But, um, I do want to be transparent with you.” Your head tilts to the side waiting for his response. God, could you be any cuter? “I, um, I haven’t been with an omega in, like, 20 years. So, I just—just know I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, you know…”

“Your wife—”

“Ex wife—”

“Ex wife, she wasn’t an omega?”

Steve shakes his head. He’d never been one to care about second gender dynamics. Sure, there were elements to their alpha x beta relationship that didn’t fulfill him like an omega would, but he loved Becca all the same during their relationship.

You go quiet for a moment, and Steve is sure he’s completely ruined the moment between the two of you. He’s mentally preparing himself to take you back to your car, but you suddenly move beneath him in a way that flips him on his back. He watches as you straddle his lap, your dripping cunt hovering just above his cock where you still have your hand wrapped around it.

“You poor thing,” you say with faux perturbance, lowering down far enough that you can rub yourself against his length. “Gone all these years with no omega to make you feel good?” Steve nods dumbly, completely entranced by the dynamic shift between you. “Do you want me to fix that for you? Wanna fill me up with your alpha cock?”

“Yes—yes, please.” His voice comes out a pathetic, whiny plea as his glassy eyes stay laser focused on yours.

Without warning you sink down onto his cock, both of you moaning out at the sudden connection. Even with him stretching you out on his fingers and the amount of slick your body produced, your tight cunt still squeezes Steve like a vice as you take each inch of him like a champ. You move up and down, working yourself open on him and Steve can barely stand it, wanting to grab your hips and move you himself. But Steve breaths through it, nostrils flared,  until you’re seated completely against him, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“Hooooly shit,” he breathes out. Steve needs a second to keep himself from cumming too soon, but it’s a second that you don’t spare him as you begin to bounce on his cock. Leaning over him, your hands rest against his chest, giving him the perfect view of your tits as they bounce in his face. 

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you moan out, brows pinching as the head of his cock reaches deep inside of you. “Even for an alpha, you’re s-so fucking big.”

Steve finally lets his hands grip on your hips, but instead of moving you how he wants, he fights against you to still your movements. 

A pout forms on your lips as you look down at him, and Steve wants nothing more than to shove his cock in your mouth to get rid of it. But, you feel too good wrapped around him so he takes his thumb and pushes it past your lips instead. Immediately you begin to suck and mouth on it, slowly grinding your hips against him to get any bit of friction between you.

When he pulls his thumb from your mouth, it lands on your clit to rub slow circles into it. You whine at the stimulation, trying to buck your hips faster in order to chase your high. 

Loosening his grip, he lets you move against him again. Steve watches in awe at the way you come undone above him, picking up the pace on his thumb as you move with little rhyme or reason. He feels your body stiffen, jaw dropping with a silent scream as your cum all over his cock, your slick coating his balls and dripping down onto the bed sheets underneath you.

Steve is generous enough to give you a second to come down before he’s pulling you off of him and back onto the bed. He watches the way your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, the far off look in your eyes fading away as you look up at him with a satisfied grin.

“Did so good, sweet girl,” Steve says between peppered kisses against your face, making you beam. His gentle hands maneuver your limp body until you're flat on your stomach. He rubs up and down your back until his grip lands on your ass, kneading at the flesh there and spreading you apart for him to admire.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Steve praises. Your body jumps when you feel his fingers run through you again, followed by an almost pained groan. Looking back over your shoulder, you see Steve’s fingers in his own mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he savors the way you taste. “Fucking amazing. Forgot how good omega pussy is.” 

You hum at his words, finding the energy to raise your hips to present yourself to him, wiggling them back and forth. “Why don’t you come get some? Straight from the source.” 

Steve’s eyes go wide with shock. “Really? That’s okay?”

“Of course it is,” you say with a chuckle. “Why would it not be?”

Steve wants to bring up how his ex would only let him go down on her when they had the time, which wasn’t often for two full time parents. But, he didn’t want to bring the mood down by bringing up his wife or how he felt like he might have been bad at it since she never wanted it.

“I just, uh, wanted to make sure. That’s all.”

“Okay,” you say, moving your hips playfully, “Less talking and more doing then.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve salutes before diving in tongue first. The taste of you is like divine nectar in his mouth. Something he could see himself getting addicted to if given the opportunity. 

Flattening the thick muscle, he pushes it between your folds and licks a long stripe from your clit to your hole, letting the tip catch on it teasingly. He feels your body shiver under him, sending a confidence boost through his veins that encourages him to keep going.

Another quicker swipe through, but this time he lets his tongue slip into you completely. His thumb makes its way back to your clit, working it in tandem with his tongue in a way that makes you dizzy. Then, they switch places, his lips wrapping around your bud to lick and suck while his fingers curl inside you, his nose right up against your slit.

Steve feels the way you squeeze around him, familiar enough now that he knows your third orgasm is quickly approaching. But the thought of not feeling you cum on his cock has him pulling away from you all together. He laughs when you let out a whine, only for it to turn into a moan when he pushes the head of his cock inside you. He watches the way it pops in, disappearing in your tight cunt as you suck him in.

He wants to take his time with you, but the way you push back against him has him laughing. “Okay, I’m sorry, sweet girl. No more—teasing.” He punctuates the last word with a snap of his hips, thrusting all the way inside of you. His heavy balls audibly slap against your clit. 

Steve manhandles your hips until they’re just where he likes them and begins to pound into you. Not too aggressive, but hard enough that his bed frame hits the wall with every thrust. Your vocalizations echo off the walls in competition, and he’s never been so thankful that his kids were staying with their mom for the weekend, because he doesn’t know what he would do if he had to tell you to stay quiet like he was used to.

“Fuck! Fuck! Steve! Oh my god, fuck me, Steve!”

Steve is sure he can taste blood from how hard he’s biting his bottom lip. His mind feels like it’s turning to mush again, pussy drunk from how right it feels to be inside you. Biology be damned, but he couldn’t deny it.

Slumping forward, Steve’s arms wrap around you and pin you to the mattress below him. His nose presses into the back of your neck, nostrils flaring again as your sweet scent fills them up. Drool spills from his mouth and onto your skin, and every fiber of his being is screaming at him to bite down onto that sensitive spot. He lets a canine drag against it, and he sees the goosebumps forming on your skin. 

“Oh, fuck!” 

Steve feels you cum on his cock, body shaking and eyes rolling back as you cry out. It’s all too much for Steve, bringing him to the edge where he’s about to cum himself. 

He goes to pull out, but struggles as your body pins his arms under you. “Shit, shit!” He panics, only managing to pull out about halfway, unable to stop himself from cumming inside of you. 

Steve knows that he should feel bad, and he probably will once he finally stops cumming. But, at the same time, he’s pretty sure he’s never cum so hard in his life. And before he knows it, he feels the blood rushing into the base of his cock where it begins to swell. He pulls out of you just enough that his knot sits snugly against your hole, practically begging to be inside of you.

“Holy shit, did you knot?” You pant against his bed sheets, turning your body to look back at him.

“Y-yeah,” He pushes himself off of you, sitting back on his knees. He looks at the way his knot is pressed against your entrance, feeling only a slight resistance when he rocks forward a bit.

“I’m surprised you pulled it out,” you say, giving him a look that he isn’t sure how to read. Heat creeps all over his body as the guilt starts to set in.

“I was trying to pull all the way out, I promise. I’m so sorry. We can stop at the drugstore on the way back to your car and—”

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s okay.” 

He feels the way you push back into his knot, rocking back and forth on his still hard length while his cum subtly starts to leak out of you. 

“Yeah?” He asks again, eyes locked on his knot as you work yourself open on it. You’re so tight, but he can feel the resistance starting to give. Maybe if he just…

“Oh my god!” You squeal out. With one hard thrust, Steve was able to push his knot fully inside of you until it locks in place. Whether it be the natural connection between an alpha and an omega or, if your pussy was just that good, Steve can’t help but cum again, filling your already stuffed pussy up with more of his seed. 

“It’s…it’s..”

“What is it, Stevie baby,” you ask in a sugary sweet voice, mind clearly on cloud nine from the soft look on your face. 

“It’s just, it’s been so long…so long since I’ve felt like…”

“Awe, come’er,” you motion for him to lay with you, and Steve follows your command, taking you in a strong arm and maneuvering you both comfortably onto your sides. Underneath the covers, the two of you hold each other like you’ve been doing this for years rather than being a random Sunday afternoon hookup. The hairs of his mustache tickle the skin on your shoulder where he leaves kisses over and over again.

The two of you are quiet as you lay there in his bed. Steve’s mind races as the post nut clarity kicks in. Guilt plagues his brain first, but not in the way he thought it would. He thought he would feel guilty about sleeping with someone he didn’t vow his life to almost 20 years ago, but that’s not the case. Instead he feels guilty wishing he’d not wasted all those years with someone who couldn’t make him feel like this. All those years of putting her needs first…

“Are those your daughters?”

Steve’s head pops up to look over yours. Following your gaze, he sees the picture in question—well, he can’t see it clearly, his glasses being lost in the shuffle to get here. But, he knows what picture you’re talking about. It’s a picture of him and his two daughters, Hailey and Kristina, at their soccer tournament when they were 9 and 7 respectively. Their team had won 2nd place, but the both of them didn’t care because their dad had shown up to watch them play. It’s one of his favorite pictures of the three of them.

“Yeah, those are my girls,” Steve says with pride.

“They’re cute.” You look back at him with a smile, “They definitely get their looks from you.”

Steve feels the heat on his cheeks and ducks his head. “Thank you. Do, uh, do you have any kids?”

“Nope,” you say with a shake of your head. “Well, not yet at least.”

“Again, I am so, so sorry—” You bark out a laugh at his embarrassment and Steve tries to ignore the way you squeeze him.

“I’m just teasing, Steve.”

“Oh-okay,” he settles, daring to squeeze you a little tighter to him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” you say excitedly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing circles into the back of his hand.

“Well, okay actually it’s, like, a series of questions. But, I guess the first one is…why me?”

“Why you? Like, why did I sleep with you?”

“Yeah…”

“Um, partly because you’re, like, really, really hot.”

Steve laughs at that, “Should’ve seen me when I was your age.”

“I’m sure you were super hot then, too. But you look like one of those guys who gets better with age.”

“Thanks…”

“Anyway, I also slept with you because you’re always really nice when you and your friend come in. I thought maybe you were, but honestly I couldn’t tell if you were flirting with me or not. I also wasn’t sure if you and her were dating and I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I never said anything. But when you pheromone bombed me earlier…I had to take my break because I thought I was going to go into heat.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about that, too,” Steve internally scolds himself for forgetting about that. “Forty two years old and I can’t even contain myself. Acting like I’m a newly presenting alpha again.”

“It’s okay…honestly it was kinda hot. That’s why when I saw you leaving, I thought ‘Fuck it, might as well shoot my shot.’ Glad I did.”

Steve is trying his damnedest to stay collected, he really is. But the more you talk about wanting to pursue him, the more he feels like he needs to get away from you before he falls for you. He knows it’s just the pheromones and the fact that he hasn’t felt wanted since Becca left him, but damn does it feel good to have someone want him.

He feels you snuggle back against him. You look over your shoulder at him with a sly expression. 

“Ready for round two already?” You say with a teasing lit. His eyes go wide.

“What?” He asks with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m just kidding,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.  “Just felt like you got harder when I was talking about how I wanted you.”

Steve sucks in a breath. “I mean, if I can get this knot to go down enough…” It’s been a long while since Steve’s been able to go for a second round. But, he’s pretty sure he’d do anything you asked him right now.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind this for a little bit longer.”

The two of you ended up fucking for a good majority of the afternoon. At some point Steve fell asleep inside you, leaving you to scroll through his barely touched instagram until his knot went down again. He warned you that pictures of his wife were still on there since he didn’t know how to delete them. But when you told him you didn’t care about his past he ended up fucking you again, which is how you ended up in the position you’re in now.

When Steve rouses from his nap, he’s sad to find you not in bed with him. It felt good having someone to share his bed with again. A king size mattress is too big for only one person to occupy Steve has thought many nights now.

Steve puts on a pair of gray sweats and a tee shirt and searches the house for you. He gets a little nervous when he doesn’t find you anywhere. With a slight panic, he runs back to his room and checks his clothes from earlier. When everything was still in his pockets he grabbed his phone to see if you’d texted him that you were leaving. That was until he remembered that he never asked for your number…

Plopping down on the edge of the bed, he grabs his phone and taps the screen. The picture of Hailey and Kristina opening gifts at Robin’s house over Christmas break comes up, making him smile. But when he looks at the bottom of the screen, he sees the little notification bubble and scrolls up. 

His eyes widen when he sees your name attached to a text message. He opens the message quickly, squinting his eyes to see the screen without his glasses on. 

wanted a smoke so I’m sitting in your car hope that’s okay ♥️

Steve is up instantly, grabbing his coat and house slippers before pushing out the front door. He saw you in his passenger seat, bundled up in your coat with a cigarette still lit between your fingers. You were on the phone with someone, distracted as you looked out the front window. He could hear you speaking with someone through the cracked window.

“Yeah, the older guy. The divorced one…Girl, oh my goooooood…I will when I see you later. He’s so hot though…I don’t know. I kinda hope so. Like I’m sure my parents would be so pissed if I started dating a guy in his 40s…I don’t know. But girl we went at it for hooouuuursss, so I hope so.”

Steve was sure his face was the same shade of red as a tomato. He could hardly believe a girl was sitting in his car talking about how much she liked him to presumably one of her friends. And you were talking about dating?

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

The words come out on their own. Your head snaps to look at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You mutter a quick good bye to your friend and open the car door.

“S-sorry, I was talking to my friend. What did you say?”

Steve debated on back tracking. There’s no way you could be serious about liking him, so why embarrass himself, or even scare you off by taking things further. You were right, you were old enough that your parents wouldn’t approve even if you both wanted it. As a father of two girls, he can’t help but think about how he would feel if one of them brought home someone at least 15 years older than them…

“Steve?” The way you looked at him had him folding in an instant.

“I asked if you wanted to go on a date with me.”

A smile played at the ends of your mouth. “Really?” You ask coyly. “This isn’t just some little fantasy thing for you? Older man hooking up with a younger girl to make himself feel better?” Steve shook his head.

“God, no. Those aren’t my intentions at all.” Steve’s hand reaches out for yours, which you gladly take, swinging them between the two of you. Steve clears his throat before looking you in the eye as he speaks.

“I’m not the type of guy that does…” He gestures vaguely towards his house. “Does the hook up thing. At least I haven’t been in a good while.”

“I knew you were a player when you were younger,” you say with a cheeky smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He laughs.

“I saw a picture that your friend Robin tagged you in on her instagram of the two of you back in the day and…” You gave him a look that made him duck his head. 

“I guess you could say that I was a bit more debaucherous back in my early twenties. But, I think the longevity of my marriage should stand as testament that I am capable of being a loyal, faithful partner to the right person.”

“And you want to see if I could be a candidate for that “right person” position?”

“Mmm, that sounds like you’d need to convince me.” He pulls you into him, looking down at you as you’re pressed against him. “But I’m pretty sure you’ve already got me hooked on you. Just need to prove to you that this old man is worth keeping around.”

The way your smile crinkles your eyes as you look up at him has Steve’s heart fluttering. And when you reach up to kiss him, that fluttering swells into a blooming warmth that runs through his veins the second your lips touch.

“Well, when and where does this “old man,” you echo his words with finger quotes, “want to have this date, hmm?”

The two of you iron out the details over a smoke in Steve’s warm car, and continue to talk well past the setting of the sun. Eventually, Steve takes you back to your car, where the two of you make out parked next to it until you’re pretty sure you hear your closing coworkers coming out the back door from the end of shift.

Steve makes you promise to text him when you get home to make sure you got there safe. You throw a casual “sure thing, dad” at him, and as he watched you get in your car he has to question himself as to why he liked you calling him that…

thank you for reading.

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 2: My Guardian Angel

Summary: Your first day back at work after recovering from your sprained ankle was normal, until it wasn’t. It turns out your first encounter with Wanda wasn’t your last.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This is the last purely fluffy chapter for a bit. Angst and adversity is on the way.

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Once your doctor confirmed the sprain, you found yourself hobbling around your apartment for the rest of the week, with a small ice bag or a heat pack wrapped around your swollen ankle. Being cooped up inside your apartment was not your cup of tea, and you grew restless with each passing day. You tried to distract yourself by streaming every movie you could think of, but the boredom persisted. Finally, when you were able to walk more comfortably with the help of an Ace bandage, you felt a sense of relief. By the following Monday, you were eager to get back to work and resume your normal routine.

After graduating from college, you decided to open up The Candy Bar, an old-fashioned sweet shop that seemed like a dream come true. Your shop sold every kind of candy you could imagine, a variety of ice creams, and had a soda fountain on site. In addition, you also made a handful of homemade treats inspired by candy recipes passed down from your great-grandfather, such as caramel-covered chocolate turtles, peanut brittle, and fudge.

"Would you like to tell me what happened again?" Your friend and business partner Harper asked you with a gentle tone while restocking the ice cream bins. The dark-haired girl with freckles had been your closest friend since college.

I walked up to the counter to get my coffee, and suddenly, these two boys crashed into me. Before I knew it, a redhead rushed up and started talking non-stop. Honestly, I have no recollection of what she said. I think they were words. She was so beautiful that I kind of blacked out.

“This could only happen to you”, Harper teased.

“She helped me back to my apartment, got me some ice, and left. Then I sat there speechless for the next ten minutes.”

“She’s like your guardian angel! You know, like those stories you hear about mysterious strangers showing up in your hour of need and then disappearing as quickly as they came.”

You always admired Harper's optimism and belief in fate, even if you didn't believe it yourself.

“It doesn’t count if the guardian angel’s kids initiate your hour of need,” you replied.

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Throughout the day, you diligently tended to your quaint little shop as a steady stream of customers flowed in and out, filling the air with the irresistible aroma of chocolate and sugar. The vibrant interior was a feast for the eyes, with a mesmerizing display of candy in every color of the rainbow, swirling and twirling around the store. As you looked down, the black and white tiled floor seemed to beckon visitors, guiding them like a yellow brick road toward the front counter. Here, an impressive arrangement of fudge and peanut brittle awaited, flanked by the refreshing soda fountain to the right and the tempting ice cream display freezers to the left. Finally, your customers' eyes would inevitably fall upon the charming vintage sweets display, which sat proudly on the back wall just beneath the menu.

In the late afternoon, the rush had subsided, and you decided to start preparing the homemade soda syrup for the soda fountain. Although it was a tedious process, it was still one of your favorite activities. While you were in the back kitchen, you heard the bell ring above the entrance.

“I’ll be right with you!” you shouted.

You wipe your hands off on a towel and walk back to the front of the shop.

“Welcome to The Candy Bar! How can I —“

As you turned around, your eyes fell upon the customer who instantly caught your attention. She stood there wearing a pair of sleek black leather Chelsea boots that hugged her feet, complementing her light wash jeans and a white cable knit sweater. The long brown heather overcoat draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, framing her face perfectly. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Help you…”, you trailed off softly. “Wanda?”

“Y/N? Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? I thought about you all week! Are you okay? How is your ankle?” She rambled. It's so adorable that you want to squeeze her.

"This is my shop," you said confidently. "Thanks to your help, my ankle is much better now. I can't thank you enough for your assistance the other day," you added with a self-assured tone. Despite feeling a bit nervous, you managed to express yourself clearly and coherently.

“It's amazing! It reminds me of the candy stores from old TV shows.”

“As a child, I loved watching TV shows that featured charming sweet shops where the characters would gather for root beer floats and candy.”

Wanda slowly turned around, admiring every inch of the decor as she exclaimed, "I love it!"

"Thank you. How may I assist you today?" you said with a professional tone and a raised eyebrow.

“I am in search of a sweet treat for my boys' birthday.”

“Ah, the junior middle linebackers, how are they doing?”

They're good," she giggled. "I think they're finally starting to feel comfortable here.

“You just moved to New York?”

“Actually, we just moved from a small town in New Jersey back to New York," Wanda said hesitantly. "I used to live here for work, but this is a new experience for Billy and Tommy. It's been a bit challenging for all of us to adjust to the change.”

You thought to yourself, 'The three of them.' You decided to file that information away for later.

“Well, welcome back! What business are you in?”

'Public service,' she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I'm not surprised! You've come to the right place. Let's find something special for the birthday boys. How old are they turning?”

"Eleven, I can't believe it," she said while running her hands gently through her hair.

Let me think for a moment," you said, scanning the shop before guiding her towards the candy displays at the front. Your gaze moved over the colorful containers of candy, and you relished this part of your job. You picked out an assortment of sweets that you thought Billy and Tommy would like, including malted milk balls, jelly beans, peanut butter cups, chocolate-covered gummy bears, whirly pops, and some of your homemade fudge. As you began to package the candy, you offered a few pieces to Wanda to try.

“These are delicious, Y/N. I’ll have to stop them from eating it all in one sitting.”

"Wow, that's the best compliment you could give me," you said with a wink.

Wanda observed you working and couldn't help but smile. You were fully engaged in the deceptively simple task with unwavering focus, exuding the unmistakable radiance of someone who loves their job. It was magnetic.

With a wide smile on your face, you eagerly revealed your surprise by exclaiming, "Tada!" Wanda's eyes lit up with excitement as she laid her eyes on the two beautifully crafted gift bags that you held out to her. The bags were adorned with bold red and white stripes and each one was elegantly personalized with the names of Wanda's boys written in a stunning gold calligraphic font.

“Wow, this is amazing! How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching for her purse.

You waved your hand dismissively and said, "It's on the house.

Oh no, that's very kind of you, but I couldn't.

“I made one for you too, as a way of returning the favor for helping me last week,” she said, placing a third bag in front of her.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage as you extended your hand towards her with the small gift. She looked up at you with a grateful expression, her warm touch on your hand making you feel appreciated. "This is so generous, y/n," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much. I won't forget this." Despite your nervousness, you managed to smile back at her, hoping she couldn't hear the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. The moment was etched in your memory, a testament to the power of a kind gesture.

It's my pleasure," you smiled. "Please convey my wishes to the boys for a very happy birthday.

"I will," Wanda assured, locking her gaze with yours. Her beautiful green eyes caught your attention once again.

I hope… I hope I see you again soon,” you stammered.

“I hope so too,” Wanda smiled. Your eyes lingered on her as she picked up the three candy bags and walked out of your shop.

For the second time in two weeks, you watched the woman leave. A few moments later, Harper joined you at the front counter.

“Who was that?”

“My guardian angel.”

*Chapter 3 coming soon*

Tag: @automaticdinosaurtaco

#guardian angel #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #scarlet witch #the avengers #mcu #fluff #comfort

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A day for you

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"wave to earth - bad"

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summary: a cute and short date w joshua !

notes: hey y’all I really wanted to write something else but I didn’t want to start a whole other project so I decided to write this short ff! Hope u enjoy!!

genre: seventeen ff, seventeen fluff, Joshua as your boyfriend, some cursing, kissing, cuddling, touchy Joshua, some mentions of other seventeen members, cute nicknames (Babe, baby, my love, etc)

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You were in the kitchen of you shared apartment, while your boyfriend was in the living room scrolling through his phone. As you were searching the kitchen for some sort of snack, Joshua's sweet voice calls out to you " baby do you wanna go on a date?" You turn around to look at Joshua, who was staring right back at you with his doe-like eyes. "Like right now?" You clarify "Yeah right now" Joshua gets up from the couch and makes his way to you "Anything you wanna do?" His hands naturally find there way to the small of your back, pulling you in just a bit. "there's that new restaurant down the street?" you suggested and your boyfriends replies with a simple hum "Whatever you want" A small smile forms onto Joshua's lips "Ok be ready in 30 minutes then" With that Joshua disappears into his room and you do the same.

You come back out of your room wearing a pair of washed flared jeans with a off-shoulder sweats complimented with some gold jewelry. When you walk into the living room you see Joshua sitting down on the couch on his phone. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with white writing on it paired with a jeans and a black bucket hat. Joshua noticed you presence and he immediately stood up and approached you "You look pretty" He smiles smugly, gently taking your hand and putting it into his. "You look pretty too" You let go of his hand and walk over towards the door to put your shoes on "I look pretty?" Joshua lets out a chuckle at your compliment. "yeah, pretty" You looked up at your boyfriend, who had a silly smile playing on his face "Thank you baby" Joshua slides his hand around your shoulder before walking out of your apartment.

You and Joshua walk down the street towards the restaurant you had mentioned earlier "Hey Josh?" You began, you voice a little hesitant. Joshua turned to face you, his gaze on you "hm?" "Why'd you want to go on a date so suddenly?" You asked. Joshua's lips curled into a tender smile. "Because I missed you." You look up at Joshua, the confusion very evident in your face "We live together though?" Joshua chuckles softly, his eyes still on you "I know that, but I just miss the romance of our past dates, you know?" You heart swells up a bit at the words your boyfriend has just spoke.

The two of you had arrived at the restaurant and you had to admit, the place definitely looked fancy. The place was decorated with beautiful vintage chandlers and vines and flowers covered the walls. A waiter greeted the two of you before seating you in one of the corner booths and handing you a menu. "How are things with you friends?" You ask once the waiter leaves. From what you knew it had been quite awhile since Joshua had went out with any of his friends, so naturally you were curious on how things were going "They're fine, Vernon texted me earlier asking if I wanted to hang out" Joshua answers casually "Why didn't you go?" "Because I felt like going out with you". You can't stop a smile from appearing onto your face at your boyfriends words "You should've gone though" you say but Joshua shakes his head "Its fine, I can go out with him another time" He gives you a sweet smile before the waiter arrives and asks for you orders.

You both finish you dinner and begin your walk home when a few minutes into your way back home Joshua stops in his tracks "What?" You stop and turn to face him. You boyfriend's face lights up a bit before turning to face you "Wait here baby, ok?" Before you can responds Joshua runs of into a farmers market, leaving you stunned. He comes back about 5 minutes later with a Boquete of pink and red flowers in his hand "Josh.." Joshua hands you the Beautiful Boquete he had bought for you "For you, my love" you take the Boquete and Joshua is quick to take your free hand and place it into his, intertwining your fingers together. "Thank you Shua, really" You smile up towards your boyfriend you smiles back warmly "Of course baby, Love you always" "I love you too."

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#seventeen ff #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen au #joshua #joshua hong #joshua svt #joshua seventeen #joshua x reader #joshua x you #joshua x y/n #scoups #mingyu #minghao #jun #hoshi #woozi #svt dk #svt dino #seungkwan #vernon #jeonghan #wonwoo #svt #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines

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Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

#belly kink #stuffing #bellies #stuffed belly #part 1 #full fuller fullest #stuffing kink #kink fic #belly fic #stuffing fic #my writing #my stuff #complicateed posts

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Link Cable (Pt. 2) - Steven Stone x Reader

thanks you so much to the anon who requested this! it's so juicy, i had to write it also why do i always write fics when i have an assignment due?

this of course, a sequel to Link Cable, so if you haven't read it yet, here's your chance! i think i should write a sequel to the leon version of that fic shameless plug to make it fair, yeah?

features: pregnancy, gn! reader, reader and leon are married, steven is angsty and full of regret. approx 800 words.

proofreading? i hardly know her!

He lets out a great sigh as he flops down on his plush seat. His left shoulder aches, spine sore and knees dull , a large sack of gems and stones nestled in the seat beside him. He groans a little as he rubs his injured shoulder.

He's getting too old for this.

No, that’s not true, he’s only just turned thirty-five. He just needs to take it easier from now on, not push himself as hard in the mine, not spend nearly a whole day there like he did today.

A chine rings out from the speaker. “The Hulbury-Wyndon express train will be departing the station shortly. Please take your assigned seats.”

Ah, it won’t be too bad. He’ll head back to the Rose of the Rondelands and avail of their spa, relax in their tepidarium and maybe get a massage. He’ll dine alone in their restaurant, with a glass or two of vintage whiskey, and turn in for an early night in his suite.

He leans back in his seat, and peruses the provided menu. Maybe he’ll order a cup of tea, and a small cake, a treat, for himself.

The sound of footsteps graces his ears. Looks like he won’t be the only passenger in the first class carriage. He doesn’t pay that any mind though, not even glancing away from the menu as they get situated a few seats behind him.

“Pleasure to have you on board Champion,” a feminine voice speaks aloud, no doubt the attendant for the first class passengers.

Steven blushes and shakes his head, putting the menu down. “Oh, there’s no need to call me-”

“Haha, I haven’t been Champion in years,” the friendly, bravado-rich voice of Galar’s previous champion rings out, followed by a soft, almost sheepish, chuckle.

Steven face falls.

Leon’s here.

He doesn’t dislike the man, no that’s not it, the mere mention of him just leaves a sour taste in his mouth and a panging in his chest. It’s envy, not malice.

After all, Leon has what he wants most… and he did so not through deceit or spite, he was just himself, a good man, a better man than he could ever be.

Steven sighs, he only has himself to blame.

“Would you like a hand with your luggage?” he hears the attend ask the other former champion.

Wait, if Leon’s here, does that mean…?

“Hehe, Lee’s got that covered,” your twinkling voice chines in, light and joyful. His heart skips a beat at the sound, even now, years since you last spoke, even longer since you were in love.

Despite himself, he glances between the seats, eager to get a glimpse of you.

There’s Leon, tall and broad, mane of crazy purple hair thicker and fuller than ever, an easy smile on his face as he effortlessly picks up a heavy looking suitcase and props it in the overhead rack. Like him, he’s older, looking more like a man now, but sill retaining that boyish charm. He must be about thirty.

And then, he spies you.

Shorter than Leon of course, and glowing more than ever, giddy smile on your lips, eyes wearing this almost cosy expression. You look good, not much different from when you last spoke. Your haircut is different sure, your style more casual, especially in those Shinotic-patterned overalls, but it’s unmistakably you.

His gaze drifts lower.

Steven’s heart aches at the sight, years of buried bittersweet feelings clawing out of the grave within his heart. Your stomach, ever-so-lovingly cradled by your hand, is swollen. Your bump’s not big, but it’s obvious.

You’re pregnant.

You’re pregnant with Leon’s child.

In a moment of weakness, awash in all his painful memories and mistakes, his mind runs  down a path forbidden to him, another universe, where it would’ve been him.

He’d have been the one who put that child in you.

He’d be your husband. He’d be the one to put a hand so fondly on your tummy, to help you into your seat, to indulge your strange cravings.

And he’d be there when your baby was born. He’d hold them so carefully, this perfect little mix of the two of you.

But they’re not going to be a mix of the two of you, are they? No, they’re gonna be a mix of you and Leon.

He has to stop himself from letting out a pained sigh. He presses his head against the seat, gazing upwards at the ceiling, his expression desolate.

He can’t change the past, he knows that. He can’t change the fact he neglected you and you found someone so much better, and yet, even now, what he would give to be in Leon’s position.

A part of him thinks to stand up, say something, congratulate you on this blessing, pat Leon on the shoulder, give this whole (disingenuous) show of support, but he’s not enough of a man to do that, to face you, with everything you ever wanted, everything you ever deserved.

So instead, he sits, and gazes out the window as the train rolls out of the station, pretending that, just down the aisle, someone else is not living the life he wants so desperately. That he should have lived, had he not been so selfish.

#steven stone x reader #steven pokemon #pregnancy #steven stone #champion steven #champion steven x reader #steven pokemon x reader #fic #request #silver haired dreamboat #tsuwabuki daigo x reader

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Of Fear and Statues

Based on some of my fears manifested by watching a certain analog horror series :')

(Enjoying a lot of fun for the upcoming Halloween season 😅)

Hey, at least Gordon will suffer with me XD

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Virgil had always wondered why Gordon - a once military man within WASP and a fearless rescuer of International Rescue - was too darn nervous when around statues. More specifically, ones from their mainland.

It was something that he noticed since the Little Squid was a teenager.

He remembered the first time that happened: when Alan wanted to look at the Statue of Liberty, the 16 year old Gordon turned pale as a ice.

"Don't go! T-There's a giant ass horned snake in there! He'll zap you out of dimensions!"

What the heck?! Was everyone's first thought.

What was that "snake" was he talking about?

And why freaking out over a monument that just stand there? And existed for a very long time and representing the liberty of their people... for a certain time.

Usually, strange rumors and scary stories that his school friends would tell him just give Gordon something to make the old age "Unsolved Mysteries" joke.

But, since then, he was terrified for even seeing a face of one of those legendary pieces of sculped art.

Thankfully, his fear had eased for the poor Little Squid. And it seemed - at least what Virgil thought - that his phobia was long forgotten...

Until recently.

Coincidentally, Virgil was sculping a beautiful gargoyle based on a Kirin, when he heard a scream booming through the Tracy Villa!

It was Gordon's...

With wet clay on his face, hands and art apron, the pilot of Thunderbird 2 rushed out of his art studio towards his wing-man's room.

When he eventually arrived, another scream nearly made the poor Virgil deaf for a moment.

Then there was a loud crash.

And then there was silence. The Fish and the Tank simply stared at each other.

Beside a trampled Gordon, lay a film box that used the house a file cylinder, a discarded bowl of caramel-flavored popcorn, and some spilled spinach juice on the floor.

On the screen of the television, was a rather terrifying looking menu screen. The visuals replicated that of analog film nearly half a century ago, the colors were black and white. A certain statue of a warrior lady with a sword in her hand, flickered in and out in the background of the static. Along with some other strange anomalies in the semi-dark sky and a muffled vintage music was playing.

The older brother reached for the remote, convientely thrown at the edge of the doorway and turned the TV off.

"Gee Wiz, Virgil!" the aquanaut broke the silence, finding his breath, "that face paint of yours made me think you were 'Freedom' coming to chop my head off, bro!"

After another moment of awkward silence, the artist slowly put his hands on his hips, with the most deadpanned expression that rivals that of Scott's.

"Gordon? What on Earth were you doing?" he stood before the curled up joker for a brother.

"Trying to face my fears... The last ep of season one still killed me!" Gordon smiled with embarrassment as he gave the Tracy Puppy Eyes.

Virgil took the box and glanced at the cover. And then suddenly, all of the puzzle pieces just clicked into place!

He had found culprit of Gordon's odd fear, written in two words:

Monument Mythos

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #FishTank #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #mentions of horror #horror #comedy #my fanfics

[vintagepromotions]

Cover of the British Overseas Airways Corporation (BOAC) Monarch Service in-flight menu for London - New York (1967).

#vintage menu #vintage menu cover #1960s #British Overseas Airways Corporation #dining #food #boac #monarch service #in-flight menu #smoking #airlines #travel

[boosqoowoo]

BEENZINO - NOWITZKI (ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION)

The second studio album by rapper Beenzino and his comeback after 6 years, NOWITZKI is named after the legendary German NBA player, Dirk Nowitzki. The album’s cover art, however, features Beenzino’s German-origin wife and muse, Stefanie Michova, who he got married to in August 2022. Beenzino mentioned that the album was originally meant to be named 'Stefanie' after his muse, but was afraid that if people didn't like the album, they would say "Ah, Stefanie wasn't that good (of an album)' so he decided to put the burden on Nowitzki instead (LOL). But, to him, the album is titled Stefanie, since she "took up so much of my headspace".

Beenzino mentioned that his album is like a journal of the past 6 years, with each entry being a journal entry of different times in his life. For example, Track 12 Camp is an entry about his life in the military, and Track 11 Crime about meeting his wife for the first time.

Tracklist

Stinky Kiss (intro)

Monet

In Bed/Makgulli

Travel Again (ft. Cautious Clay)

Dope As (Interlude)

Coca Cola Red (ft. oygli)

990 (ft. Kim Ximye)

Lemon

Like a Fool (ft. Y2K92)

Trippy (ft. Lance Skiiwalker)

Crime (ft. Bek Hyunjin, 250)

Camp

Sanso (Interlude)

Change

Just One Day

Sandman

Radio

Gym

Hidden Tracks (only available on physical CDs... and youtube)

19. Morning Page 20. Train (ft. CJamm)

Common themes in the album

1. Menu

- In Bed/Makgulli

comparing myself to the person on the menu

people’s gazes are on my menu

my menu physical complex is hot

- Travel Again

there’s no lies on my menu

2. Food Brands

- Travel Again

while they sell Pizza Etang here

- Camp

for me, Krispy Kreme donut

for me, McDonald cheeseburger

- Gym

Shin and Jin and Ansungtangmyun that’s my top 3

- Morning Page

honestly, i would have been satisfied with just licking Yoplait

- Monet

suffocating in WOORAHMAN

3. Stefanie Michova (too many to name, but the specifics are)

- In Bed/Makgulli

there’s a mark from your belly button piercing on your waist, just like a memory foam

- Coca-cola Red

Stefanie asks 'what you filming for?' (filming for)

- Trippy

mom's spaghetti, Steffi's kimchi stew

- Morning Page

i have 100 friends, but even Steffi is less jealous than you

4. God

- Sandman

God gave me another chance

- 990

that’s your God, I’m Namu Amitabha

- Lemon

i'm a lemon in God's hands

- Camp

God who is turning on the fader

5. Fashion/clothes

- Stinky Kiss

kick push, pull the white Stussy shirt up

- Travel Again

stretch out your legs in your Kapital pants

- Trippy

it's always there like Samsadoo in that convenience store refrigerator

- Radio

lean on your babe's vintage Levi's

- Morning page

sometimes i search for my gore-tex

homies, rip your first Amiri fit

6. Cars

- Morning page

roll down the windows of the BMW i4 G

- Change

it's definitely Santamo, that's my Mom's car for sure

- Like a fool

it turned out to be a figure, my R8

i am a BMW ambassador, whoa

24:26 ALBUM TRANSLATION HERE

#beenzino #nowitzki #khh #english trans #eng trans #english lyrics #eng lyrics #stefanie michova

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Winold Reiss designed this striking Art Deco cover for the Café Bonaparte's January 5, 1930 menu.

Photo: all-art.org

#New York #NYC #vintage NYC #1930s #Winold Reiss #Art Deco #menus #menu cover #Cafe Bonaparte #January 5 #Jan. 5 #red white blue #vintage menus #Art Deco menus #retro restaurants

[cryptid-stimming]

Yukari Takeba (Persona 3) Stimboard (with pink, Y2K and archery themes) for Anon

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[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right.

First line: A gif panning upwards as someone reaches over to return a nail polish lid to the bottle, around in surface are other nail polish bottles and make-up palettes. A close-up gif of someone staring in the camera's direction while aiming a pink archery bow. And a gif of someone holding and unfolding a flip phone covered in pink rhinestones in their hand, a pink blanket with leopard print is in the background.

Second line: A gif of a vintage iMac G3 computer with the screen flashing. A still image of the character Yukari Takeba (Persona 3). And a stopmotion gif of vintage lipglosses being piled up on a surface.

Third line: A gif of someone standing to the side and drawing back on a pink archery bow, a quiver of pink arrows strung over their shoulder. A close-up gif of a vintage computer screen, showing a cursor clicking on the 'Start' menu. And a close-up of a quiver of pink arrows strung over someone's shoulder.

End of image description.]

#stimboard #hands #people #long nails #nail polish #makeup #lipbalm #computers #vintage electronics #flashing #archery #bow and arrow #eye contact #yk2 #glittering #sparkling #weapons

[solcattus]

Covers of vintage menus on Norddeutscher Lloyd Bremen ships

#art #painting #aesthetic #sea #mermaid #vintage #fine art