#yes he's wearing pumpkin jammies

[thetaoofbetty]

he was so sad i wouldn't give him my candy😭

#cooper #yes he's wearing pumpkin jammies #he gets chilly at night thank you very much #the look of devastation got him a dog cookie 5 minutes later tho #and yes #weirdly he likes his jammies

[not-close-to-straight]

Sun’s Up, Buns Up (SWS #67)

This Sundays with Spideypool is based on THIS PROMPT by @spideypool-prompts! 

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE! ***********************

“Sun’s up, buns up baby boy.” Wade patted at Peter’s butt playfully, then laughed when the kid automatically stuck his ass in the air and wiggled it invitingly. “Not that you aren’t ridiculously cute wearing my jammie pants, but we got things to do today, so up and at ‘em.” 

“I am up and at ‘em.” Peter’s complaint was muffled in the pillows, but the way his hand disappeared into the front of the flannel pajamas made his meaning abundantly clear. “You get up and at ‘em.”

“I slept next to you last night.” Wade lay a very soft kiss on Peter’s shoulder blade. “I have been up and at ‘em for about six solid hours.” 

“That was a weirdly sweet thing to say.” Peter finally peeked up at him from behind a pile of sleep mussed hair. “I mean, it was definitely weird, but also sort of sweet in a terrible, horny way.” 

“Okay, well at least I didn’t shove my ass in the air the moment I woke up!” Wade defended, smacking at the aforementioned booty hard enough to make it jiggle. “Be a little less of a bottom, Pete.” 

“Bold words coming from someone who has yet to bend me over and fuck me stupid.” Peter was back to mumbling in the pillows, burrowing back under the covers and closing his eyes tight. “I can’t be a bottom if there’s no one on top.” 

“Wow.” Wade felt around beneath the blankets for Peter’s foot and yanked him right off the bed and onto the floor and Peter shrieked at the top of his lungs at suddenly being cold. “Look at you being a cranky pants on a Sunday morning!”

“Take my pants off and I won’t be cranky!” Peter challenged and then shrieked again when Wade ripped the flannel right off and chucked it towards the other side of the room. “Maybe put your money--” It was hard to be sassy when they were naked, but damn it did Peter try. “-- where your mouth is and--” he oophed as Wade rolled so Peter was on top. “-- make me a little less--” 

“Oh my god, shut up!”Wade said in exasperation and Peter’s laugh cut off abruptly against a messy kiss. “I’ll put a five dollar bill over my dick if you put your mouth where my money is.” 

“Wade.” It was laughably easy for Peter to reposition so Wade was back on top, tapping into the barest bit of his Spidey strength to get the mouthy merc where he wanted. “This is the worst sexy times negotiation I’ve ever been apart of.” 

“Which is saying something--” Wade gave up trying to get Peter back on top of him and flailed wildly about looking for their lube instead. “--since your ex is Harry and he is the literal worst.” 

“Maybe let’s not talk about Harry when we’re naked.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair.” 

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“So speaking of Harry....” Wade said casually, oh so casually after they’d finished and showed and got into enough clothes to go out for breakfast. 

“We aren’t speaking of Harry.” Peter frowned at him over a bite of breakfast burrito. “We’re never speaking of Harry, babe. Never do I ever want to have a conversation over breakfast about my ex boyfriend. What’s wrong with you?” 

“Well I just--” Wade cleared his throat a few times until Peter flicked a piece of cheese at him to make him stop. “-- I mean, you were with him a long time.” 

“Three years.” Peter confirmed. “We done with this now?” 

“And I was just wondering--” Wade continued desite Peter’s groan of annoyance. “-- how long it was with him before you started the mating dance of the beast with two backs. Like when did you start that whole two step tango? The clothing optional shenanigans? The game of toss and catch where the only glove is a condom and there are four balls?” 

“Four balls-- ” Peter turned bright red. “WADE! Just say sex!” 

“Why would I say sex when there are so many wonderful--” 

“--terrible--”

“--euphimisms for it?” 

“Because we’re in public?” Peter pointed out, scarlet to the tips of his ears. “And I never want you to call it clothing optional shenanigans again?” 

“Noted. So how long was it?” Wade took a bite of his own food so he wouldn’t seem quite so anxious. “Because we’ve been doing this adorable little rom-com bullshit for like five months, seventeen days and a handful of hours and I have yet to--” Wade made a motion crude enough to make orange juice come out of Peter’s nose. “You know?” 

“Fuck me, I’m going to be breathing orange juice for a week.” Peter wheezed, snatching at some napkins. “What the fuck!” 

“Sorry about the citrus in the ol’ nose canal.” Wade said blandly. “But serious talk, sweet cheeks. What’s going on? We’ve done everything else, but not that yet and I’m wondering why. Is it me? Is it you? Trust issues? Commitment issues? Do I need to propose? Because I will. I will propose right the hell now, don’t you tempt me.” 

“Please god, don’t propose.” Peter held up his hand to stop Wade’s rambling, but then-- “I mean, don’t propose yet.” 

“Yeah?” Wade raised an eyebrow and Peter smiled a little shyly before continuing--

“Its not anything... big. You haven’t really made a move towards that, so I haven’t either.” he shrugged. “I figured we were just waiting.” 

“I haven’t made a move.” Wade blinked at him. “I haven’t-- Pete, do you remember this morning?” 

“When you patted my ass and said suns up, buns up instead of good morning like a normal boyfriend?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Yeah, I remember.” 

“No I meant the slidey naked times that happened after my spectacularly clever greeting.” Wade scooped most of the hash browns of Peter’s plate. “Was that not enough of a move for you?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Peter shrugged half heartedly. “But I mean, handjobs are different than real sex. I figured if you wanted real sex you’d do something different.” 

“Something different.” Wade repeated and narrowed his eyes at Peter. “So it’s my job to make a move towards real sex?” 

“Yes.” Peter pointed his fork at Wade when he came back for more hash browns. “That’s exactly what I mean.” 

“Why is it my job?” Wade whined. “Why can’t you be a needy little bottom and beg for it?” 

“Call me a needy little bottom again, and you’re gonna have to go back to fucking your plushie on Tuesday nights.” Peter warned. “Don’t push it, Wade.” 

“Oh yeah?” Wade’s voice suddenly had a weird note to it. “You uh-- not always a needy little bottom, huh? Not every time?” 

“What?” Peter frowned.”No. No, I’m not always needy.” 

“Right, right.” A quick nod. “That’s what I meant.” 

“You’re being weird about this.” 

“You’re the one who thinks handjobs aren’t real sex, Peter pumpkin. Let’s be careful about who is calling who weird, huh?” 

“Oh my god.” 

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“You wanna be on top?” Wade asked one night as they were making out and Peter paused, then nodded and wiggled out from beneath Wade to straddle his waist. 

“Yeah, is this okay?” 

“Uh, yep.” Wade wasn’t going to say he was disappointed because boy howdy did Wade Jr. perk the fuck up having that solid Spidey-weight settled on top of him, but it hadn’t been exactly what he meant. 

Still good though. Still good.

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“Shit.” Wade gasped when Peter shoved him up against the wall, then made a noise that was less a gasp and more of an embarrassingly high pitched whine when Peter pushed him to his knees. “Jesus Christ, baby boy.” 

“You look good down there.” Peter sort of--sort of growled like he was testing it out and Wade may or may not have came in his pants. 

Thank god for costumes that more or less camoflauged that sort of thing. 

So good. So so good.

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“We’re out of lube.” Peter announced and Wade shrugged and then Peter said, “Guess I could just eat you out, huh?” and Wade almost choked on his own tongue so Peter backpedaled into-- “Or not. That’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t know if you’d like that or not. Some tops do, sorry.” 

Wade was still trying to find his brain so he didn’t manage a comment, but Peter was getting naked anyway so it didn’t matter. 

They needed to revisit that conversation ASAP.

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“Wade what are you--” 

“Ouch! That was my thigh!” 

“--stop wriggling!” 

“Why the hell are you sitting like that!” 

“You said you wanted me on top!” 

“Yeah, so why are you not on top!?” 

“You keep spreading your legs when I try to sit on you!” 

“So don’t sit on me then!” 

“Oh, should I just lay down on top of you and flop around like a fish? Yeah, that sounds real sexy.” 

“....wait, what? Did you say fish? How did we get on fish? I’m not pescatarian Pete, fish don’t do it for me.” 

“That’s not what pescatarian mean, babe.” 

“I don’t care what it means! Would you figure out what the hell you’re doing, please?” 

“We really need to have a talk about who goes where in this thing.” 

“Okay but can we talk about it after I had a chance to come, because even though you can’t figure out how to get on top, Wade Jr is still very invested.” 

“I hate you.” 

“No you don’t.”

“Ugh. No I don’t.” 

********************

The bedroom door broke when Peter pushed at it, he and Wade stumbling over their feet trying to get to the bed because they weren’t willing to stop kissing long enough to see where the hell they were going. 

Peter hit the bed first, scrambled onto stomach and shoved his ass into the air--

--and looked next to him to see Wade doing exactly the same thing.

“What--” 

“How the--” 

“Well, I mean we both can’t be like this.” 

“Right. Wade looked-- did he look disappointed?-- and Peter looked-- well maybe a little resigned?-- but once they were naked the awkward moment was mostly forgotten and it still wasn’t real sex (not according to Peter anyway) but it was still great and Wade was pretty sure he was seeing stars and Peter was just as wrecked laying next to him, so they let it go. 

It was fine.

********************

Peter paced back and forth outside of Wade’s apartment for a good twenty minutes psyching himself up for what was sure to be a very awkward conversation. 

“Hey babe, so I know we’ve been trying to find the right time to actually have sex, but before we do there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” he said under his breath, and then shook his head. “No, that’s terrible. Sounds like I’m going to tell him I have a disease.” 

“Hey Wade, we should flip heads or tails for who is bottoming.” Peter shook his head again. “Nope, so stupid. He’d laugh at me then tell me to assume the position.”

He paced some more, going over various scenarios in his head, various conversation starters, trying to figure out a way to tell Wade in the nicest way possible that Peter wanted to fuck him absolutely stupid. 

“Well, I definitely can’t say that.” he muttered. “Maybe we can trade? Maybe he’ll let do it our second time, he can top this time and maybe he’ll bottom for me another--ARGH!” 

Frustrated with being so anxious over something so simple, knowing damn well Wade would probably say yes just because he never ever said no, Peter took a deep breath and let himself into the apartment. 

“Babe?” he called when he didn’t see Wade at first. “Are you home?” 

A noise from the bedroom and Peter dropped his backpack on the floor to head that way, knocking lightly on the partly open door and poking his head around to say--

--well to say absolutely nothing at all,  because Wade definitely wouldn’t hear him over how loud he was moaning Peter’s name, arching off the bed with his legs splayed and eyes shut and working a thick toy in an unsettling shade of neon purple in and out of his body hard enough that Peter could hear the squelch and slick of every push. 

“Pete...” Wade moaned and Peter’s knees about gave out. “Ah ah ah fuck me babe, come on come on fuckin’ wreck me fuckfuckfuck--” 

He might have screamed in alarm when there was suddenly a body on top of him, but it took about half a second for Wade to realize the body was in fact Peter, and it took another half a second for him to realize Peter was naked and oh yay Wade tossed the toy away and the noise Peter made when he could stroke into Wade without even having to stretch him was just fucking wonderful. 

Super stamina and lightning fast refractory periods were also just fucking wonderful because Wade was coming almost the second Peter bottomed out inside of him and Peter wasn’t usually a quick shooter, but he also wasn’t usually balls deep inside his boyfriend either after watching the same boyfriend fuck himself on a toy while moaning Peter’s name. 

Yes, super stamina and lightning fast refractory periods were wonderful, because when Peter flipped Wade over onto all fours and drove back into him both of them were fully ready to go another round, Peter as hard as he’d ever been, Wade still not exactly sure why or how this was happening but fully onboard for the ride of his life.  

And later, after Wade had bruises on his waist from Peter holding him too tight and the headboard had cracked when Wade had shouted harder and Peter had taken him harder--

--later they flopped back on the bed and Peter was too delirious to complain about having to lay in the wet spot and Wade was halfway to comatose from that second orgasm, and Peter started laughing first, throwing his arm over his eyes and cracking up laughing because honestly, what the fuck.

“What the fuck, Wade?” he laughed out loud. “You like to bottom?” 

“I like to bottom for you.” Wade corrected, feeling around blindly for a half discarded bottle of water. “Just figured topping wasn’t your sort of thing.” 

“You trying to say I act like a bottom?” Peter teased, propping up on one elbow and attempting a sweet kiss on Wade’s forehead. “Is that what you’re saying?” 

“I’m saying you power squat in spandex.” Wade pointed out. “And one night you compared the size of our hands and told me how big mine were while batting your eye lashes. The first time I called you baby boy, you almost creamed yourself. Also, no one has an ass like this that doesn’t like to get railed. Yes, you look like a bottom.” 

“That’s fair.” Peter admitted. “And I figured you were too toppy to bottom.” 

“Now you’re just making up shit.” Wade complained, dragging Peter down against his body and holding him tight. “That’s against the rules.” 

“You’re obsessed with my ass.” Peter started counting off on his fingers. “You eat me out like you’re fucking starving for it. Every day you point out at least three surfaces I’d look great bent over and you always always make me sit on your lap. You’re toppy.” 

“I outweigh you by a hundred pounds.” Wade countered. “It just makes sense for you to sit on my lap. And for the record, straight guys would want dat ass, have you seen your butt, Pete? And just because I say you’d look good bent over something doesn’t mean I’m thinking about dicking you down on it, maybe I was begging for compliments. Maybe I wanted you to say I would look good bent over that counter too.” 

“Never in a million years would I have thought you wanted to get bent over a counter.” Peter declared and when Wade made a face, he leaned close and murmured, “But now that I know different, I’ll make sure it happens, yeah?” 

“Yes please.” Wade stretched out against the pillows, wincing at the soreness in his core. “Were you this rough with Harry?” 

“I never topped with Harry.” Peter informed him, and then-- “No talking about exes while we’re naked.” 

“My bad.” Wade peered at him curiously. “Never?” 

“Never.” 

“Homeboy was missing out.” 

“I know, right? I’m excellent at this sort of thing.” 

**********************

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“Call it in the air.” Wade said, tossing a quarter up and Peter shouted “Heads!” just like he always did. 

“Heads.” Wade grinned when he picked the coin up off the floor. “Looks like you get tops this morning, baby boy.”

“Damn right I get tops.” Peter stripped off his shirt and pushed Wade towards the bedroom. “Assume the position, babe. Suns up, buns up.”

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[tayshipping]

Darlin’ Christmas

♡ pairing: honeysuckle, self ship. Jesse McCree/self-insert ♡ word count: 730 ♡ warnings: fluff that probably doesn’t count but y’know ♡ summary: Jesse happens to still be awake when Taylor is asleep on the couch on Christmas eve. Jesse finds her sleep talking to him. ♡ notes: It’s been a while since I wrote something but I’m finally on break. This is based on the idea that it’s Christmas and that when I get tired, I say some weird stuff asdfghjkl

  Taylor lay asleep on the couch with some Hallmark Christmas movie playing on the television. Jesse stood in the kitchen, finishing his cup of eggnog. The house smelled of Fraser Fir because of the Christmas tree, which he had insisted that it should be real. The tree had been decorated with colorful lights and a variety of ornaments. Jesse placed his empty mug into the sink and made is way into the living room. 

 He approached Taylor slowly and squatted down to her level. She laid there curled up in Jesse's red serape, breathing ever so calmly. Jesse stood there, thinking she might notice the Santa hat he was still wearing from when they were cracking Christmas jokes earlier. It was now clear to him that Taylor was fast asleep. "Okay baby girl, Santas here to pick you up and carry you to bed," he whispered jokingly. She inhaled deeply and mumbled, "You sound like my boyfriend, Santa." 

 Jesse knew she was still somewhat asleep once she replied, he decided to go along with her reply. "Oh really?" he continued to whisper. He smiled down at her, regardless if she could see it or not. He whispered to her while picking her up, "Maybe you can tell me about him while I carry you to bed?" Jesse held her in his arms for a moment, awaiting an answer. Taylor snuggled her head into his chest with his serape still wrapped around her. 

 "His name is Jesse, Jesse McCree. He's a former Overwatch agent. You probably know that" there was a pause before she continued, "because you're Santa after all." "Tell me more about him," he whispered once again. He started walking toward the stairs that led up to their bedroom. "He sounds a lot like you, Santa," she replied quietly. Jesse couldn't help but smile at that one. "She might be onto me," he thought. 

 "Is that so, sweetheart?" He breathed. "Yeah. He also calls me sweetheart," she mumbled. Jesse was approaching their bedroom door. He pushed it open with his foot and realized the bed had to be unmade. He placed Taylor into a leather lounge chair that was in the corner of the room. "Stay right here for me for just a moment," Jesse stated. He made his way over to the bed and pulled the comforter back. 

 He would look back at her every few seconds to check on her. She clung onto his serape as she rested her head back on the lounge chair. He paused to relish her from the bed. Taylor looked so peaceful laying in his serape that he almost didn’t want to take it from her Jesse pulled back the soft white sheets and fluffed her pillow before picking her back up. 

 He pulled the serape off from around her and replaced it with sheets. He sat down beside her on the side of the bed. "You nice and warm there?" he questioned. She nodded in response before murmuring, "You know what? I love Jesse so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with him." He was in total awestruck. He couldn't keep the Santa gig going anymore. "I love you so much, darlin'," he disclosed. Jesse gave her a quick peck on the lips and hoped he didn't wake her up. 

 Taylor fluttered her eyes open at him. "I love you, too" she uttered, "You make a great Santa by the way." He let out a hummed laugh before replying, "When did you figure it out it was me, baby girl?" "When you told me you loved me. That's when I began to wake up I suppose." Jesse took off the Santa hat off his head and placed it on the bedside table. He smiled at her with admiration in his eyes. "Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?" He asked. Awe transformed her face as she replied, "Yes I do." 

 Jesse looked down for a second and smiled, admiring her. "You're lucky that we both have our jammies on darlin'," he stated. He made his way over her and onto the other side of the bed. His arms made their way around Taylor to curl her up into him. "Go back to sleep, pumpkin' and sleep tight," he whispered into her ear. Jesse embraced her presence as they dozed off to sleep.

#self ship #self shipping #overwatch self ship #Self Insert #self ship fic #honeysuckle #self shipper

[lalka-laski]

Where is your favorite place to get fries? Now this is my kinda question! I have a serious soft spot for curly fries, and Arby's in particular are bomb. And can't forget the cheese dipping sauce!

What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? A whole bunch of random shit from Amazon, most of which I'm returning. Yes I know, it's bad for the environment. It's a bad habit I'm trying to break.

Have you ever paid for anything with a check? I have before but it's very rare. I don't even know where my checkbook is currently.

Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? No one that I'm that close with

Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? Nope. That sounds like my nightmare actually. I love to cook but despise baking!

Who was the last person you had an in-depth conversation with? Glenn, probably.

Are there any waterfalls nearby? I live about an hour's drive from Niagara Falls. There are several other parks nearby with mini falls, but of course nothing beats a literal world wonder!

What was the last food item you ate? Cheddar, broccoli & potato soup

What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? I remember my pediatrician very vividly. I definitely overstayed my welcome at that office ha...

Can you hear traffic right now? Nope

Have you ever pulled a muscle? Yep

What did you do last weekend? This past weekend I celebrated one of my closest friend's bachelorette parties. It was a lot of fun 'till my anxiety kicked in and I spiraled out of control. Thank God for understanding, caring friends who encouraged me to go home where I'd feel safer and calmer, and for my supportive fiance for making the drive to come get me. I'm very lucky to be surrounded by such pure love.

What is your favorite gaming console? None

Are you talking to anyone via instant messaging right now? Mhm, Glenn

Have you kissed someone today? I gave Glenn a kiss on the head when I left for work this morning

What is your favorite condiment? Mayonnaise. Bonus points for fun flavored ones like sriracha or garlic aioli.

Do you have a strong opinion for or against Justin Bieber? I am entirely too old and too removed from the popular music scene to have any kind of opinion on him. He's fine, I guess?

Have you used a telephone today? Yep, my work landline and my cellphone of course

Do you prefer coffee or tea? I love 'em both!

Have you taken a painkiller today? Nope but I wanted to

How many theaters does the closest movie theater from your house have? Uhh I have no clue. I'm not a movie goer.

Do you always have a stock of alcohol in your house? We have a random assortment of seltzers and beers

Have you ever had a pumpkin latte and if so, did you like it? Yeah. They're fine but not my favorite.

Have you had a nap today? I freaking WISH

Is there an antique store in your town or city? Mhm

Have you ever been to a baby shower? Yep. I hate the cheesy games but overall I find them fun!

Do you have a hyphenated name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) Nope. I briefly considered it but have decided to just change my last name altogether.

What would you wear if you were being taken out to dinner tonight? Well I'd actually prefer not to leave the house tonight. As soon as I get home from work, my ass is staying in jammies! We are gonna order Grubhub though. I'm thinking Taco Bell!

What were the last shoes you wore? Flip flops, always

Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? Yes. And I'm really proud of anyone who has made that choice for themselves.

Have you ever had a mojito? I honestly don't think so? I've had precanned cocktail versions of them but not an actual one.

Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? We're superstitious and take them down before January 6th, lest the hobgoblins come get us!

What is the first thing you do when you get online? Facebook, usually. Although I'm considering deleting

How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? Uhh only 3 "real" and long-term ones. I was more of a casual fling kinda girl before settling down with Glenn.

Have you ever been camping in the wilderness? Not quite. Just on campgrounds, so that hardly counts.

Do you have any money on you right now? Maybe a dollar and some change.

Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? I'm one of the least picky eaters I've ever known. There are only a handful of foods I dislike and even those I try to be flexible about.

Have you made a large purchase today? Nope. And I'm hoping not to make any for a long time.

What was the last candy you ate? Sour gummy worms

How often do you eat Subway? Bleh, never. We have Wegmans and Dibella's for REAL subs. You can keep your hot dog bun bread!

Have you ever lived in a house with a pool in the yard? The house I grew up in

What color is your toothbrush? Gold

Do you have gluten intolerance or anyone who does? I know a few people who do

Have you ever cried while watching a movie? L O L. It's rare if I DON'T cry.

First thing that catches your eye when you look out the nearest window? I can't see out this window.

Have you ever had a migraine? Honestly no. I've had killer headaches although I know those aren't the same thing.

Do you have a gym membership? Yes but I admittedly don't use it

Have you locked your front door today? Mhm

Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I don't think so

Have you washed the dishes today? Yeah, I washed my soup container and spoon after lunch.

Have you ever fainted? Nope but I've come dangerously close I think

Have you been awake before sunrise today? Sadly yes

When was the last time you went to the bank? Uhh it's been ages

Do you avoid conflict as much as possible? I try to

Have you ever used a leaf blower? Nope. I can't imagine that'd go over well...

[dancekickboxcardio]

I like the attitude but I made a deliberate and a little loose mental calculation 🧮 and I decided to the best of my ability to give myself 🤨 more time. It was an independent choice. The premise was I am always there on a Monday when no one wants to show up. Like showing up early to the gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾, I want to not be there today to alter the forces fate thrust upon us. Change it up. I really didn’t want to get out of bed 🛏. It is so cozy. I had difficulty falling asleep 💤 —surprise. I had my alarm ⏰ on at 600a and I feel that everybody is enjoying 😊 the weekend and I want to get going. I had plans to wake up fairly early and be on my art 🎨 desk to do some conceptual writing ✍🏾 plans 📓. Instead, I made some pumpkin 🎃 spice fit Americano ☕️ to get my start of the 7 day going. I found it really sweet 🥄. I am not sure 🤔 if it’s the same about you it really depends on how cluttered, busied, full, the mood and the wirings in your brain 🧠 if you are a thinker 🤓 like something is always going in on like perpetual knowing of what’s to do or just random stuff that needs to be done ✅. Sometimes, I turn that gear ⚙️ off and I am like what do I feel like doing, oooh 😯 that is exciting or I might forget let’s follow on that, hold that thought 💭 or it presented itself. Things are hanging around me and they are proceeded for accomplishment when I get to it. When I feel like it. When my executive functions get going, mmmmhm, I can be scary manically formidable. The only l snag is it is to without methods 😏. I shall make you find the answer if at all in like years spend in the clinical area and hours pored over on books. I did a lot of self- care yesterday. Today, I want to contrast and point self-management. Those are two different things and I shall drive the point. So what are the stuff that I did to kindle 🔥 my spirits, passion, creativity, inspiration, energy ⚡️. In an essence not look 👀 like crap.

(1) Nutrition

It might not be the most balanced diet but I made an effort to eat 🍽 my breakfast 🍳, enjoy 😊 foods that I like and not skip a meal 🥘 at all.

(2) Intellectualize

I am a thinker 👓 without a doubt. I was humoring myself that I am not in a cognitive decline because a lot of academic stuff really gets me going. I have my reasons and natural liking towards them and I simply follow my inclinations. Without touching on them I feel like crap as if the nap 💤 was a total easy waste of time. Nothing is going on.

(3) Prepping

Self-management is sort of preparation although much or it is making sure thing are not just done ✅ but in the best possible way and the are actually check off. You are not doing them automatically and just doing the work in the advantage of place. You listen 👂🏾 to yourself. You know where you stand. You can tell what you care about. You realize where you fall short and commit to doing better and sustaining those changes. I have been putting my dish 🍽 🧽 washing. My Dad recommends that I do them daily because it’s helpful. I live boho. Whatever occurs to me. I have a sore throat today and it makes me wonder what dirty stuff I came across that made it’s way to my oral surfaces. This is putting a seamless week started because I have the things I need ready.

(4) Pampering

When I was a nursing 👩🏼‍⚕️ student, I wondered if my skin was as horrible as my sister when she sat for me in the facial 🧖🏼‍♀️ chair in Sephora. Even when I was a kid I spend Sunday masking my hair. I do my nails 💅🏾 when I am watching TV. Do I scrub? I had tons of moisturizers and of course Victoria’s Secret lotions 🧴. Ooh 😯, sweet 🥰 perfume. Nothing has change. But life has. Scrubbing my skin has enliven me. It wakes you up and depending on the brush strokes and the heaviness of your hand, you can feel the tingling and the texture of the bod bristles on your bod. All I can think 🤔 of is tighter skin, better tone and texture, smooth, exfoliate and do something while you wait for your derm medication 💊 to take effect. My sunspots improve like by 50% each time. I chose a dark and black glittery was appropriate to dec my hands. I put on a long satin slip after shower 🚿. I checked my nose 👃🏾 first thing in the morning 🌞 and it was bad clogged. My gawd, what a difference after I applied the pores strip. Mmmmhm. It’s an essential. I remem I have this Clinique soap 🧼 I got that takes care of balckheads. Perfect. I am my own facial spa technician. I complimented my sister at her bright face. It improved. She looks so much not work worn like any person with tons of busy repsonsibilities.

(5) Find the joy is simple things

My sister only got me a $75 💵 giftcard with my parents. I was expecting $100 and that means I have to spend half more to cover a regular not wireless AirPods. I inquired with my Mom the money 💰 for my birthday 🎁. I shall get a lot Thanksgiving like a coat 🧥 and $150 so I should not blow it over proportion. I am getting a lot as it. But when I can, I share. I allowed my sister to get my complimentary hydra skincare service because I want to show how great it was. I am putting my Mom on the chair too. She has great skin. I offered her my birthday 🎂 freebie which I am not going to use because I am on strict big C soap 🧼 regimen. She grabbed some of the stuff the gal use on her face. Her hair money for Santo’s. She didn’t want it so holiday 🎄 give aways for me. Jammy 🐈 was checking it out and he was so cute like always. He likes pulling away now because Inalso give his bros like a lot of attention. But he knows I love 💕 him and I remember the first day we met. It softened my heart ❤️.

Yup, I saw stuff that I have been meaning to give my sister. I have been holding off on getting her part of her birthday 🎁gift and I wanted to give these extra gym clothes that once fit me. I am getting her something different, so I decided like what I always say, “There is no such thing as perfect timing.” It feels good to be kind to others 💕.

(6) Organize

Jamesicle 🐈 and Sparky ⚡️ was partying in my room. But of course, the little one more so. He was playing with me as I change the sheets and look 👀, his territory. I feel more at ease that I can more freely and I have some room to move. It’s a great thing. I was itchy coming from my 🥳 birthday party and I wondered if I ate something that cause hives. Could I also be stressed 😫 out unconsciously. I showered 🧼 and lotioned and it was a little better. Being neat sometimes relieves that emotion that nothing is going right. Anyone learned to let go of things not being exactly where you want them to be and moving forward on an unexpected turn of events and these things happening more than once or twice in your day. Mmmmhm, reactions and being mindful. I remembered I want more clothes and I am like I have only worn these GAPs and Abercrombie once. Yes, I have nothing with tags 🏷 anymore but why can’t I wear them again. I could pitch my long sleeves and get new ones and I should consider letting go of my is scarves 🧣 to let new things in. I have a desk to unleash my creative 🖌🖍✂️📏✒️ endeavors. There are new sticker book 📚 sets some for them are $50, most at $20. I want to expand my already big collection to decorate my notebooks 📓. Right, I need more writing 🖊 utensils. I have a lot of Nudestix from last year 💄. I love 💕 the consistency. They are sticky lipglossy. But I am eager to receive and get more of the 👁 eyeliners. I adore ❤️ the make. I can see more pillows on my bed 🛏 and I should consider sheets to no. The tray I wanted has sold out 💲💲💲💲 but they always come up with new things and sometimes you get what you exactly want when you have the allowance allocated for them. I have tons of cold 🥶 weather gears and they are arranged straight for easy reach. Do I need to do laundry 🧺. We are again, administrative today. No execution. More strategy. Formulating goals 🥅 is more like it. You have to know and have some idea 💡 to make smooth check off ✔️ of things accomplished 🏆.

Life is not passing you by. I so want to be you right as if you are like a graduate student 👩🏼‍🎓 of computer 👩🏼‍💻 science. The last time I check you didn’t have CEOs, doctors and lawyers asking you out. I hear your man went to community college not like Miami because you guys are rich. 😂 Don’t forget like brainy. He’s what making $4k wiping butts and you some low administrative work at $3k. That’s a combined $7k. That’s a lot. Childcare is like covered. Yeah, I am like good for nothing.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

A Flood My Mornings prompt. Night check at the stables is often a separate shift from day shifts that start as early as 6am. It's usually around 9pm, often a separate employee does it from day shift workers during the week, and sometimes on weekends or holidays an owner or manager would do it. A 'night check moment' with Jamie and Claire might be fun, or even a Fraser family outing with Brianna in her little jammies :)

Flood my Mornings: Night Check 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment: Plymouth Trace (Jamie and Claire take the new car for a whirl. Yes, THAT kind.) 

October, 1950 

“Thanks for doing this, bud,” Tom said, pulling his coat off the hook by the lounge door and shrugging into it. “Really. I owe you big time. Honestly, I’d cover it myself, but I’ve had this  special night out planned with Marian, and—”

“Dinna mention it, Tom,” Jamie said, gesturing reassurance. “Truly, I’m happy to be of help.”

Tom rummaged in his pockets for his keys, still looking regretful. “Was Claire spitting mad at me for stealing you away for the night?”

“No, no, not at all. On the phone just now, she bade me wish Nelson the best o’ luck wi’ his recovery. The gri–” Careful, man, “—that is, the Flu is a nasty business, and I’ve reason to know it.”

“Well, you’re a saint for stepping in last minute to cover his night watch shift, J—really really appreciate it,” Tom said once more as they walked out into the car yard. 

It was approaching sunset, and the last of the horses were being led to the stables for the night. It would be a peaceful night, if a long one, Jamie hoped. 

Tom opened the door of his 1946 Chevrolet Pickup (black, with silver trimmings and the special wide-base wheels) and sat behind the wheel, looking up at Jamie as he cranked the engine. “Jerry will be in at five in the morning as usual—Don’t you even think of staying to work tomorrow though, hear?”

“I hear. Have a good night, Tom. And give Marian my best, aye?” He slammed the door and waved Tom off on his way. 

It was a peaceful evening, on the whole. He saw the last of the day staff off to their homes and made the rounds as night fell, changing water, food, and blankets and taking special care to inspect several of the beasts that hadn’t been given proper attention of late. 

He loved being among the horses—always had, ever since he was a wee lad. The quiet strength of them, he supposed it was—the knowledge that they were large and strong enough to kill a man, but kind and soulful nonetheless. He loved speaking to them in Gaelic. He got a few odd looks for it during the day, to be sure, but other than Brianna, who understood and could speak a few words, the horses were the only folk in this new life to whom he could speak in his heart’s tongue, and feel as if he were fully understood. Claire, of course, knew his heart, regardless of the language; but speaking soft words to the horses, they seemed to have a knowing in their large, round eyes that transcended time and its changings. Aye, they seemed to say, you’re of long-ago stuff, man; and so am I. 

“Or maybe you’re just a horse, aye, Val?” he said, rubbing the beast affectionately on the nose before closing the stall and heading back to the lounge. 

He was dismayed to find it was only half-past ten, for the length of the day had caught up with him. He rubbed his eyes but couldn’t seem to shake their bleary view. If only he had a book with him—Just yesterday, he had gotten from the Library a tome on American government, and he’d been itching to read it and figure out this country once and for all. 

He tried to make do with jotting notes in his wee book on the happenings reported by the man on the Wireless about the war in distant Korea. Though it pleased him that he was able to understand most of it, the news of the fighting chilled him, and he couldn’t make himself mind it for long. 

Before heading back out into the chill to make another circuit of the stalls, he set about making coffee in the wee machine, now feeling weary in more ways than one. As willing as he’d been to come to poor Nelson’s aid, he would’ve given most anything to fall into a soft bed with Claire at that very moment.

As he was adding a dollop of whiskey from the cupboard above the Frigidaire, there came a small knock and a soft, musical, “Hel-looo-ooo?” from behind him.

To his immense surprise, Claire was standing there, wearing blue jeans, boots, and wool coat against the crisp chill of early October; In her arms, Bree, pajama-clad, covered over with a warm sweater and a knitted cap. 

“Well, if this isna a pleasant surprise!” He said, hastily setting down the bottle and going to them. “I was just thinking of how I wanted to see my loves.”

“Horzzis, Mama?” piped Bree against his ear as he pulled them both close. 

“Christ, but it’s late, mo nighean donn. Is everything alright? And how did ye get—?

“Everything’s fine, we just couldn’t sleep; took a taxi,“ Claire explained her voice sounding small and tired. She laid her head on his shoulder as they swayed. “Hope it doesn’t disturb you, we just— needed to see you.”

He squeezed them both tighter, kissed Claire’s cool cheek, and stepped back, feeling warmed to his core as he took Bree happily into his arms. “I’ll never say no to my lassies, no matter the hour.”

“Da-me-in-go–” Bree gasped out, brimming with excitement. “Da-n-go mitta-seeinn-th-horzzis, m’okay, Da-ddy? M’okay?”

He laughed and sputtered a bit as he took in the rapid fire. Brianna, little more than a month away from two years of age, had been making leaps and bounds in terms of her vocabulary of late, beginning to get the way of longer, more complicated sentences. Increasingly consistent in this endeavor she undoubtedly was, but it always took that extra second for Jamie to mentally translate the stream of almost-correct syllables, a delay that invariably peeved the speaker, who never could understand why folk were being so slow.

“Horzzis, m’okay?” she repeated.

“Seeing Da and seeing the horses were on an equal footing, as far as Bree was concerned,” Claire said, smiling, but still sounding tired. “She’s never seen a horse in person, before.”

“Horzza-horzzis!” Bree insisted again, craning around for sight of one, then squaring back up to look him sternly, her hands on his cheeks. “Seein-th-horzzis–m’okay, Daddy?”

“Okay, a leannan,” he grinned, squeezing her tight and kissing her wee nose. Christ, but he loved this feisty wee baggage. “Let’s go see the horses.”

“What have you been doing to pass the time?” Claire asked as they entered Stable B.

“Oh, coffee, the Radio, thinking, talking wi’ the horses.”

“Do they make good conversation?”

“Oh, well enough,” he said, clucking his tongue to beckon Cornflower to the stall door.

Bree gasped at sight of the huge, grey flanks rotating in the stall. “Issa horz–AGHHH!!”

She squawked as Cornflower’s head came around and jumped so violently Jamie nearly lost his grip. “Och, come now, lass, it’s only one o’ the horses ye wanted to see, aye?” He took a step closer and turned so she could see Cornflower over his shoulder.

“Noooo!” Bree squealed, terrified, cowering under Jamie’s chin. “‘Inna like-’im!”

“Nothing to be scairt of, mo chridhe.” He reached out a hand and firmly stroked Corny’s soft nose. “See? She’s gentle—just like a big dog.”

“Notta dog!” Bree wailed sharply as she tried to get as far as possible from the beast, almost sobbing.“‘Ssa horssiz!”

No matter how much they coaxed and wheedled, Brianna could not be persuaded to touch Cornflower or any of the other horses. She would show interest in them from a distance, but when confronted by their huge toothy faces, she would wail and burrow– terrified–into Jamie’s chest.

They walked amongst the stalls, talking contentedly of Jamie’s day at Fernacre, Claire’s day at the hospital, and so on. Claire still seemed quieter than usual. Just as Jamie was about to put Bree down so that he might hold Claire close and ask what was amiss, Bree suddenly lurched her body toward the opening of the next stall and whispered. “Daddy! Is–horzzis is–’im sleepin’?”

“Oh, aye,” he said, encouraged by her interest, “that’s wee Valkyrie. And aye, she’s taking a nap. Here,” he said, opening the door and stepping gingerly inside, “shall we bid her hello?”

“No-oooo!” Bree began to squeal as they approached the horse, twisting in his arms to get away.

“Whisht, whisht, be still, a chuisle, there’s naught to be afraid of.” Holding Bree tight—the lass would have to get accustomed to horses, and that’s all there was about it—he knelt down next to the jet-black mare, reaching out a hand to gently rub her neck.

Val, who was evidently only dozing, whuffed in acknowledgement, and Bree actually giggled at the resultant spray of wind and spittle. She then froze and looked up at Jamie, thoroughly stricken, evidently taken aback by her own delight and in complete indecision over how to act with this monster. Bless her heart, there were tears already building in her eyes.

“See, lovey, it’s a nice horse,” Claire said quickly, seeing the impending meltdown and settling next to them, holding their Thermos of coffee. “What does the horsey say, pumpkin?”

Bree, eager for diversion, produced a startlingly accurate whinny, and accepted applause with good grace.

With a sudden flash of inspiration, Jamie reached out and laid a hand on the beast’s swollen abdomen. “D’ye ken something else, Bree? This one is a mama horse.”

“Mama-horzz?” she repeated, looking sharply at Claire.

“Aye, sweetheart. That means there’s a baby horse inside.”

“Beebee horzz…” she whispered, suddenly enraptured. Bravely, she slipped down from Jamie’s arms onto the ground and, stepping closer to the huge, recumbent body, laid both hands on the jet-black hide next to his. A moment later, she looked up in her usual business-like manner. “Munna lookint th-beebee-horzz, m’okay, Da?”

“No, lass,” he laughed, “we canna look at the babe, yet. She has to stay inside her mama to grow big and strong, first. Then when the right time to be born comes, the wean will––”

With a jolt of realization, Jamie snapped his head around to Claire.

Her courses would have started today—unless she were—

Claire met his eye directly….and shook her head.

“Oh, lass,” he moaned softly, his heart breaking to see the sadness and disappointment in her face, to feel the sorrow in his own heart. He reached for her, pulling her close.

“I know it’s foolish…,” she said, her voice quivering as she wrapped her arms around his waist and burrowed against his shoulder. “There’s no reason it should have happened on the first month…I just can’t help but feel the… loss.”

“It’s no’ foolish, Claire,” he said, being obliged to release one arm from around her to intercept Brianna, who—startled by a sudden shifting from Val—had scurried back, anxiously scrabbling against him. He held them both, but squeezed Claire tightest. “But dinna fash, mo ghraidh: ‘tis only a matter of time.”

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