#I JUST went in for a cleaning 3 months ago ugh.

[entropy-sea-system]

put diclofenac ointment on my gums bc they hurt (deposits form every few months and my gums are already retracted so. orofacial issues go brr)/it hasn't helped much but. ugh yeah my teeth r probably 'body horror' to some bc of how retracted the gums are...

[hanihazeljade]

Three Idiots

Part 1 of Three Weeks

Part 3 - Three Hopes

(W/N: I am very sorry for abandoning you guys, it's just some tough shit decided to wreck my life and I just finished this while crying about the said tough shit. Anyways, have fun with this part xoxo.)

Tim takes back his words.

He wants to go back to Japan ASAP.

Might be asking,why? He once said that he can stay in Gotham for three weeks. But this bloody family makes him want to stab them. Dick always looks at him and hugs him more often than not. Jason sneaks an arm to wrap to his waist. Damian just drags him to the music room that was also now converted to Portrait Room with all of the portraits Damian paints but the grand piano still sits on the corner. 

He wants to go back to the damn winter fields of Hokkaido and probably have some hot cocoa and go buy some soba. But all of this suckrifices, yes suckrifice, for Cass and if she and Stephanie divorces, he will hunt Stephanie and probably make her lose one of her four limbs, or two depending on his mood, because his anger will probably dissipated by the time he already tear her two limbs. 

Dick has always and always been a cuddler. Who knows where he bloody got those arms but he is not digging information, he is retired from that shit. Jason is a sneaky little bastard whenever he wraps his arm to his waist, almost possessively. And what is he even proving that Tim is his? His, to slit Tim’s throat? And Damian, the little (not that little anymore because he is now taller than Bruce, fucking biology and genetics) shit just drag him like a damn sack of rice and he is not appreciating any second of it.

He unpacked his things and already changed into a more comfortable red cashmere turtleneck, yellow scarf and blue earmuffs as he planned to go to the Drake Manor. He knows that he practically abandoned the place but he still hire Mrs. Mac to clean it, but she retired three months ago, to rest her gracious old body and now he needs a new caretaker and it will sucks since the Drake Manor is still filled with some of the artefacts that his parents, illegally, bring back and  he actually likes some of it, and he cannot afford to let those things to be stolen. So, he planned on cleaning some of the manor while visiting it. And maybe hire someone to take care of it.

He was about to go out of the Wayne Manor, when Jason suddenly spawn before him. How are we sure that he is not a meta? Or am I just really rusty? “Hello, Jason.�� he greeted as he walked past the man but Jason seemed like didn’t get the memo that he didn't want to talk to him, as the man grabbed his wrist and made him go back to where he was.

“Where are you going, Timbo?” Jason asked as he looked at Tim’s outfit.

“Outside.” He shrugged at the bigger man.

“It's 45 degrees outside.” Jason reasoned but Tim lives in Hokkaido.

“And in Japan, it hits ‘til 35. I’ll live, Jason.” He waved to the man and restarted his walk to the door.

Jason gripped gets tighter, “Uh, nuh uh, Timmerly. You stay here.” he said as he dragged him back.

“Ugh, Jay! I will be next door, so calm your paranoia, seriously you are being a Bruce like now.” he whined, where is Alfred when he needs him? Oh yeah, right. Never.

“Did you just use Bruce as a verb? And I am very offended by that.” Jason scoffed.

“Then let me go to my childhood home, hmm?” he smiled, a smile filled with ‘let me fucking go’.

Jason didn’t get it because he said, “Wait for me, I’ll be dressed in 5.”

“You are not…” and the man was already out of his sight, he sighed, “...invited.” he rolled his eyes.

He starts contemplating whether or not to wait for Jason but then he decides that he doesn’t want to know any of the consequences of his actions so he decides to wait for the man. He pulled his phone out and started to scroll to his Instagram, not Twitter, he doesn’t like how aggressive Twitter can be. He is laughing silently at one of the relatable reels when he sees Jason in the corner of his eyes.

He didn't say anything as he went to the door and let Jason follow him.

“You are not gonna talk to me while we take this 15 minute walk, TimTam?” Jason asked as he caught up with Tim, and Tim ignored him.

“Hey, Timmy TimTam, talk to me.” he whined, holy shit is he being a Dick right now?

“If you want someone to talk with, you can go and talk to Bruce,” he said.

“And what? Let the two of us have an awkward staring contest?”

“Maybe, or go talk to Dick. Maybe it will improve your social skills, Mr. Todd.” 

“Nah, I'd rather die again than to have a talk with Dickie.”

“Where is he anyways?”

“He is in Wayne Enterprise to pissed Damian off, he said it was his duty as an older brother.”

“I wonder if he will still have his limbs still intact.”

“Maybe. But then it was Dickie so probably he will.”

They got to the driveway of the Drake Manor and the snow piled as no one swept the snow. He tried to walk over the snow but he was suddenly carried like a sack of potatoes and Jason started to move like a tractor and no, Tim is not envious.

“Stop pouting, Timmy. It’s not your fault you are small.”

Tim hit him, “I am not small, I am average, above average actually, you and your family are just giants.”

“Where is the key?” Jason said as he stepped to the porch of the Drake Manor. 

“I have it with me.” Tim said as he tried to get the key inside his back pocket while still being carried like a sack of potatoes by Jason. But Jason beat him to it since Jason already got the key to his back pocket and opened the door of the manor with one hand.

Jason put him down after he opened the door. Dust accumulated everywhere after three months of not being clean. 

“You need something around here, Timbo?” Jason said as he looked around the dusty Manor.

“No, I just planned on hanging around here and maybe cleaning. I really need someone to clean the manor.”

“Why not just sell it? Maintenance is an expensive thing to do in this type of house."

“And let the only connection towards my parents be gone? Don’t be ridiculous, Jason.” Tim rolled his eyes at the dumb idiot in front of him.

“You still consider them family? Really, Timmerly?” Jason snickered, definitely remembering the talk of how shitty Tim's parents are. 

Tim clenched his fist, ‘It’s not fucking worth it, Timothy. Don’t waste your breath on that shit.’ He thought and just calmly replied, “They love me, Jason. Not like how Bruce loves his sons, but my mother loves me and my father loves me. I know of it.” he said with so much grace.

“Still, your parents are kind of shitty —” Jason is still trying to fight his narrative. After all, he also has shitty parents. Maybe Tim and him can bond over those facts.

“Jason.” Tim interrupted him, “If you are not gonna help me clean or dust the furniture, get out. I don’t need you.”

Jason brings his hand onto the air as a sign of surrendering and asks Tim if he knows where the cleaning supplies are.

The two start on cleaning, mainly just dusting around, since no one actually makes a mess to an unlived house. Seconds of cleaning turn into minutes turn into hours. They didn’t know how long they were cleaning until Jason told him it was past lunch time. Tim looks at his watch with the reading of 2:14, they have been cleaning for almost 4 hours.

“Let’s go, Timberina. Alfred probably makes some kickass soup.” Jason said as he put away the cleaning supplies and dragged Tim back to Wayne Manor, before even Tim could protest.

++++++++

Four days in Gotham and his sanity is already giving up. 

Jason is being a bitch, Dick is being a jerk, Bruce is being overprotective, Cass and Steph are being a couple, Alfred is making s’mores, and Damian is being… non-Damian.

Wherever he goes and if Damian is in the Manor, he is always in Timothy’s peripherals. He considered smacking the man but he rather not wanted to die seventeen days before Cass’ wedding. He wants to see his sister walk down the aisle.

Damian though is not behaving what he was like seven years ago, which is good. Tim doesn't want this beast to throw knives at him at any given moment, he may have years of training but all of them are pretty much useless as he doesn’t use them anymore.

The thing is that Tim hates how everyone just kept on observing him, goddammit. It is his job to observe anyone, not to let anyone observe him, unless they will get him laid.

So when Tim was cleaning his camera to take some pictures to add in his personal portfolio, he can’t have Damian lingering into his visions.

“You know it’s creepy to stare at someone, right?” He called Damian out while cleaning the lenses. He wanted to focus because these lenses are so sensitive but Damian is just taking out all of his concentration and it is frustrating every single nerve he has.

“Tt. I am not staring at you.” Damian replied and walked closer to Timothy and sat next to Timothy. Still actively watching the man to clean his lenses.

“Sure, you don’t.” Tim rolled his eyes. He  may be out of this game for so long but he is still very much able to detect lies.

“I am not, clear your mind, Timothy.” Damian said as he tucked a stray hair off Timothy’s face, noticing the light sheen of red in the black locks.

“What do you want, brat?” Timothy asked as he set down the camera lens he was holding and looked at the huge behemoth in front of him. 

“I see that you are preparing to take photos, and I am offering a proposition to paint with you.” Damian said, definitely not ordering or demanding Tim.

“We have a whole different thing to do, Damian.”

“I could be your model, and you can be my model.”

“I am not posing for the same pose for hours, Damian. And I already have a subject model in my mind.”

“And that is?”

“Me.” Tim smiled. This bastard really just thinks that he can’t do that, HA! Tim is a badass at taking self-portraits photographs. Fuck you, Damian. He just left the stunned demon there and started walking away to go to Alfred’s greenhouse. He has never been there, because they surprised Alfred five years ago with a greenhouse for him to rest or just have some peace, after all, Alfred is getting old.

He put down his fucking expensive ass tripod that he got during his trip in mall in Tokyo, and start prepping to take his self portrait shot. The flowers and the overall fauna here will make Ivy jealous, or maybe Alfred and Ivy actually having tea together to share different ways to take care of plants, but he doesn’t care actually.

He was inside the greenhouse until the sun set. Now, there has no natural lighting and his photos are kind of wonky. Blergh, he hates it. It’s one of his ick in photography, after all, night photography just triggers some bad crap in his sanity.

He starts to tidy up his equipment and get out of the greenhouse and go to his room. But as he went inside the manor there was silence. ‘Maybe they decided to eat out then” Tim thought as he shrugged and went to his room to deposit his equipment. 

He walked to the kitchen with two packets of tantanmen and he still didn't see anyone, so he grinned, no one is going to stop him from having ramen as his dinner. He grabbed the pot and started boiling water and he opened the packets and the seasoning inside it. He scavenges Alfred’s fridge and sees some carrots and cabbage and he starts prepping them, and he opens the freezer and it seems like Alfred just finished doing groceries on the meat section as there is a new pack of meat, well… sorry Alfred but Tim will have it.

After 15 minutes of meticulously crafting this ramen, he finally grabbed the pot and went to the dining table. He opened the pot and grabbed the chopsticks that he grabbed somewhere, doesn’t know why they have a ceramic chopstick but Tim is not complaining and started eating. Best ramen that he made it, probably because of the half pound of meat there, but he will eat it though.

After he ate, he washed the dishes and he started walking to let his metabolism work and as he walked he had a hit of nostalgia. A huge house with him in it, he shivers at the thought and ends up in the portrait room. He opened the lights and different artworks of Damian were there, staring at him. It feels like the portraits in Harry Potter, it’s fucking eerie. He was about to leave but the grand piano in the hidden corner of the room enticed him.

He opened the seemingly left up piano and he tried some basic keys and the piano is still properly tuned. He sat down on the stool and he tried some classicals when his fingers started to play a familiar tune, when he finally remembered what song it was he started all over again. He starts with the F then C to D minor and A minor and the B flat. He remembered this song. After all, this is the song he dedicated to his parents.

Like My Father

Song by JAX

I wanna come home to roses

And dirty little notes on Post-its

And when my hair starts turning grey

He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age

I guess I learned it from my parents

That true love starts with friendship

A kiss on the forehead, a date night

Fake an apology after a fight

It was publicised how negligent his parents were. The truth is that they are parents that Tim will never swap to someone. His parents are the best. Sure they are not physically there but they care about him, they care about his happiness but he also cared about their happiness

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He remembers playing the piano whenever they start swaying to their living room, and after they finish dancing with each other, his mother will pull Tim with them as his father will put a record in the gramophone and they will dance in circles. It was fun, he remembered the way his father would carry him after they finished as he was so tired of dancing, they would tuck them in and kiss his forehead and tell him “good night”.

I want a road trip in the summers

I wanna make fun of each other

I wanna rock out to Billy Joel

And flip our kids off when they call us old

He'll accidentally burn our dinner

And let me be the Scrabble winner

And when my body changes shapes

He'll say, "Oh my God, you look hot today"

He is never allowed on their road trips, as Tim is more prone to getting sunburned after living in Gotham for so long. But he is fine with that, their road trips are not Tim’s style and he knows that because they bring Tim one time and he was never ever going road tripping with his parents, they are disgustingly sweet but also at the same time wild. It is a shock that they haven’t gotten a ticket or even got banned in one of the states. And also their music taste clashed with Tim’s classical one.

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He missed his parents. He missed how his mom would hug his worries away. He missed how his father would keep on holding his hands whenever he was unsure of what was happening. He missed the way his parents looked at him whenever he finished a task that was so easy. He missed the way they comforted him whenever he got a bad grade. He missed how they encouraged him to sleep with them whenever he had a nightmare. God, he missed his parents.

He was still playing the piano as a wave of loneliness filled him, maybe he really should visit his parents tomorrow. He already abandoned them for so many years and he needs to love them more.

When he stopped playing, he heard clapping behind him. He looked around and he saw Jason, Damian and Cass together. Cass ran to him and hugged him. 

“Beautiful.” she simply said.

“Where do you get that voice, Baby Bird?” Jason said as he walked over to them and Damian followed him.

“I didn’t know you play the piano, Timothy.” Damian asked.

“I was an ordinary rich white boy before becoming Robin, of course I know how to sing and play instruments. And it also doesn’t help that I am at least a quarter asian. I need to live up to the stereotype.” Tim jokes.

“You are definitely killing it Timmy.”

“Sing at my wedding?” Cass asked, making Tim flustered. Tim read the invitation and most of the people that have special standing in the weddings are from the caped community and Tim just hates all most of them.

“I dunno. I am kind of shy, when it comes to that.” Tim just nervously chuckled and he saw Cass pouting. “Oh yeah, what is your wedding motif?” Tim tried to distract them and it clearly worked.

“What is the motif?! The wedding is in three weeks, Timmy!”

“Yeah? And you also know that in the power of Bruce Wayne they can do it in three days?” He rolled his eyes, this family is so dramatic.

[agendabymooner]

the hamilton daycare || lh44 fic

lewis hamilton x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

EXTENSION TO THICK AND THIN

Summary: A retired Lewis Hamilton already knew how to operate while his children’s mother was out to work. So why was their trip to Monaco any different? Right… Much like his in-laws Toto Wolff and Charles Leclerc, he had to find a way to keep his kids occupied while Stevie Hamilton went to Cannes with her sisters. (based on the Charles Leclerc fic, The Leclerc Daycare)

Content warning: dad!Lewis-centric fic, EXTREMELY FLUFF UGH, slight use of explicit language, brief F1 drivers x Hearth Sisters!OFC, mentioned fatherhood, emotional intelligence, and mentions of overbearing media/journalists/shitty paparazzi, feat. dad!Toto Wolff and dad!Charles Leclerc

note: have some dad!lewis hamham <3 enjoy xx

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Lewis Hamilton disciplined himself to wake up at a decent time in the morning. He’d been retired for a couple of years now, yet his routine as a driver remained except for the practicing for the next race part. In his schedule, two kids were added to the mix.

Who would have thought Lewis was a stay-at-home dad to two of the most adorable kids ever? 

If you told him all those years ago that he’d become one, he would’ve laughed at your face. But now, he was pretty content with his life. It was still busy, of course. He still had some side projects that he would work on, but he often worked on them remotely, wanting to keep an eye on his kids as they grow continuously. He didn’t like being away from them as often— knowing that when he raced, he was often away for weeks— even months. 

His relationship with Stevie Marlene Hearth remained stable as she worked as a communications director at Ferrari — making their distance shorter than expected. But now, with kids at home, neither ever considered being away for too long. 

Stevie could make do as she could work remotely, but if Lewis hadn’t retired just as his eldest was born? Yeah, they would be screwed. He wouldn’t have been able to see his kids as much. He wasn’t about to bear that thought without feeling an ounce of guilt in his system. His wife came from a family with an absent father; he didn’t want their kids to go through that. He would have to be a shitty father first. 

And so he made himself the best father that one could be. A househusband was what his sister-in-law Sylvie had called him, and he embraced that title. He was proud to be called a stay-at-home dad. Not everyone got to drop off their kids at the preschool happily, and Lewis had every chance to do so. He welcomed this opportunity with open arms. He did everything a parent would in a domestic household. He cooked, cleaned and cared for their children just as he was about to do now.

Now, it was only 7:30 in the morning in Monte-Carlo. He was moving around the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for his kids and wife while Sylvie helped him cook as compensation for waking him up at six in the morning to open the door to his vacation home. 

“Did you feed Sassy and Jimmy?” Lewis asked Sylvie as they prepared the food. “I don’t want Max coming home later tonight to two starving cats because I haven’t fed them enough.” 

“They’ve been fed,” Sylvie scoffed out. “I left them some stuff to eat as well. Just please feed them later?” 

“I will,” Lewis replied with a nod while he prepared his kids’ breakfast. Blueberry waffles and eggs were their usual breakfast, and it didn’t even take him long to start making their fresh eggs. 

“Thanks, Lew,” Sylvie grinned as she plated the cut-up fruits. She took a slice of an apple and munched on it while she said, “Where’s my sister? Did you wake her up yet?” 

“Yeah, she should be down soon,” Lewis answered as he gestured towards the second floor, “she’s just getting her bag packed up and everything. You lots always pack a lot for people who’d only be out for a day only.”

“You’re the one to talk,” Sylvie frowned lightly. “We all took the same jet more than twice— don’t think for once I have not seen the pile of suitcases you have on top of Stevie’s mountain full of bags.”

They paused for a moment when they both heard a pattering of small feet, making them look towards the entrance of the open dining and kitchen space as two little figures with tamed curls walked in. Both were frazzled, and Lewis could only smile at the thought that they’d literally just woken up. 

“Oh! Lottie, Leland— it’s your Aunt Sylvie,” a blonde woman followed the two as Stevie Hamilton grinned at her sister. “Good morning!” 

“Morning,” Sylvie watched her nephew and niece walk up to her with their shoulders slightly slumped. The woman nearly laughed aloud at this as she said, “Is it too early for you two littles?” 

“Mornin’, Aun’ie.”

Lewis looked at both of his carbon copies’ hairs. “Lotlot- Leland,” he laughed quietly, “your hair looks very messy. Have we not combed it yet?” 

His little princess shied away from the comment, now a bit flustered after Lewis brought up the state of her bedhead. 

Lottie Cecelia Darcy Hamilton was born to a newly married Lewis and Stevie — roughly eight months after the couple wedded on Valentine's Day. He’s had a fair experience with kids — with his boss Toto and Lewis’ best friend Tilly having three children and his siblings having their own kids as a test run. But it was different when Lottie was born. It was as if everything he prepared for had disappeared. He was petrified to hold his princess for the first time, but it all disappeared when Lottie offered him a soft smile when he first spoke to her. 

He could remember how his eyes were tearing up when she smiled just as he uttered the words, “You’re so beautiful.” 

And at age five, she still remained the sweetest girl to have existed. Whenever she’d shy away from anyone, Lewis just wanted to cry, his heart full of adoration towards her. Now, as she hid herself from her dad — he couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. 

“I’m sorry, my girl,” Lewis said softly, not wanting to make his own daughter cry.

He really couldn’t just make his kids cry — he remembered how hard he laughed after Lottie, in her 7th month, accidentally tripped on a sleeping Roscoe. He also reminded himself that Stevie caught him wailing in laughter while Lottie cried. God, he was such a horrid dad at times.

“We can get them done in braids when we hang out, hm?” 

Hearing the word ‘braid’ had his son’s eyes sparkling as he exclaimed, “Daddy, hair pretty too?”

“Of course, little man,” Lewis grinned at his son. 

“We see Mamé later?” Leland asked, excitement washing through his features as he grinned widely. 

Leland Carl Darwin Hamilton was his youngest. Lewis didn’t exactly plan on having his littles’ names have his initials, but Stevie had a knack for tributes like her sisters. He had free reign to name his son after making a bet with Stevie about the gender. He had a few months to think of it, but he was more worried about Stevie’s pregnancy than he was worried about his son getting bullied for his name. Lewis thought of Lewis Jr., but he didn’t want to make his son an extension of his name.

Lewis didn’t have a clue on what to name his son, but the moment Sylvie uttered, “He looks like a Leland,” he couldn’t help but agree and immediately snatched the idea from his in-law. So with his soft curls and his smile, Leland remained as Lewis’ mini. 

But if there was anything the retired Mercedes driver had learned from the moment his son had been born, it was that Leland was a twin brother to his Leclerc cousin, who was born a month or two after him. Yes, he was Lewis’ son, but Leland Hamilton and Sacha ‘PJ’ Leclerc were their own duo.

You see, PJ Leclerc was Stevie’s nephew — born to her youngest sister, Aimee Leclerc — and the sisters had made it a habit to lump the two together whenever possible. If the Leclercs hadn’t been living in Monaco (or if the Hamilton family moved back to the principality), PJ and Lewis’ son would’ve been sticking together like glue.

They shared a lot of stuff together, even their grandparents. PJ called Pascale Leclerc ‘Mamé’, and Leland had picked up on it and started calling her Mamé too. 

“I’m sure we will,” Lewis answered with a grin. “Nobody does your haircut better than Mamé does.”

“You’re getting him a haircut?” Sylvie’s jaw slacked, “We’re only going to be out for a day.”

“We’ve been trying to get Lels his trims done, but he wouldn’t let anyone touch his hair,” Stevie rolled her eyes, now directing her kids towards the dining table as the two began eating breakfast. The older woman continued, “But he persisted. Only Pascale could do his hair without him throwing a fit.” 

“A boy with taste, he is,” Sylvie joked, now turning towards Lewis as she asked, “Is your day out just gonna consist of getting your hair done, or are you planning to keep your kids sane?” 

“Toto texted me last night,” Lewis replied, sitting across from his kids as he grabbed his vegan breakfast from the centre of the table. “He managed to book the indoor playground for a couple of hours so his kids and their cousins could go as crazy as they wanted. So it’ll keep Lels and Lotlot busy.”

“Ah yes, the F1 father support group,” Sylvie laughed. “Is that the location this time? I’m surprised he managed to book it at the last minute?”

“If you told your sisters beforehand about a day in Cannes, we would’ve given them more notice,” Lewis replied back, making Sylvie shrug. “Or a better location.”

“I know, I’m sorry-“ Sylvie started, “but I didn't even realize how free I was until Christian decided to let the communications team go for the rest of the break after Max blew up during the interview last race.” 

“Mmm, yeah, that’s really not a problem,” Lewis waved off, “I’m just glad they’ve finally gotten off the hook now.” 

“Well, Max got an earful from me— his fiancée— on the first day of the break,” Sylvie huffed.

Sylvie was the Head of the Media Communications of the Red Bull team and had often made an effort to ensure that they wouldn’t be stupid enough to say something that would taint the team’s image as an outstanding team. Sylvie didn’t often have an issue with managing her drivers’ media duties and responsibilities, but for whatever reason, the Dutchman’s behaviour was too much to handle by any journalist. 

Sylvie continued, “I wasn’t about to let Christian nor the higher-ups just give my staff overtime because of what happened. Max needed to sort that out himself.”

“Well, they did get paid for it.”

“For a price of a certain amount of sanity, too.” 

Lewis rolled his eyes playfully as Sylvie asked, “All jokes aside. Are you sure you’re alright with us going? I can just stick to Monaco instead of going to Cannes?”

“It’s not my first rodeo,” Lewis waved off and joked, “You’d only be gone for a day. Stevie, I hope you don't miss the kids too much, though.” 

“I’m already shedding tears,” Stevie pouted playfully and sniffled, hugging Leland from behind as she said, “I’m going to miss my boy and my princess soooo much~ I wish Mummy could stay.” 

“No, Mummy,” Leland protested with a frown, “have fun, ‘member?” 

“Yes! Have fun, Mummy!” Lottie exclaimed as she munched on her waffle. “No stress in Ferrari, okay?” 

Sylvie snorted behind her glass of apple juice. Lewis offered his in-law a look as they both laughed quietly. Whatever Charles told Lottie and Leland, it rubbed off on them. Lewis couldn’t fault Charles for that, especially when he’s had his years of being fucked over by the strategies in place during the previous seasons. 

But Stevie’s disbelief was all over her face as she gasped, staring at her daughter with wide eyes. She glanced at Lewis and Sylvie before she shook her head and softly kissed Lottie’s hair. “The F in Ferrari means fun, my love. That’s what it means.” 

“What about this?” 

“Lot, princess,” Lewis looked over his shoulder as he watched his daughter stand there in a set of tracksuits. “It’s hot. Why don’t you pick something comfortable?” 

“But this is pink, Daddy,” Lottie reasoned out. “I want pink.” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got more pink in your closet,” Lewis stated as he followed her into the princess-themed bedroom, glancing over at the closet before he caught a glimpse of a hot pink and reached for it. It was a see-through hot pink dress. Underneath the sheer fabric was a white playsuit that went with the dress. “See? This is much more comfortable than the trousers you’re wearing now.”

“But these trousers are for playing. White is messy, Mummy said.” 

“Yeah, but Mummy and Daddy can wash it for next time,” Lewis almost sighed. His daughter was an overthinker, much like when he first began dating Stevie.

For goodness sake, Lottie was five and already thinking too much. 

“It can be washed off, don’t you worry about it,” Lewis told his daughter gently, “besides, you will look really pretty in those. Mummy got them for you, remember?”

“Hm…” Lottie hummed before she took the hanger from her father’s hand and nodded. “‘Kay. Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Mhm,” Lewis smiled softly as he watched her run off to change her clothes. His smile never left just as he wandered off to find his son, who sat on his bedroom floor with a Christopher Robin pop-up book. “Leland.”

The boy looked up, and his eyes brightened at the sight of his father. Lewis examined the outfit he had put together for the boy: a Prada shirt that was just as colourful as any of the outfits he wore back when he was still a driver fulfilling his media duties. Leland’s little denim bucket hat covered the wild curls waiting to be trimmed and washed at Pascale’s salon. 

Despite his colourful outfit and beautiful features, Leland looked a bit… blue. His eyes dimmed a little seconds after catching sight of his dad. Lewis wondered, “How are you feeling, little man?” 

“Mummy not here,” Leland told his dad almost gloomily, “Mummy sad?” 

“What? She is not sad,” Lewis took his phone from his pocket before opening a photo Stevie sent of herself with her sisters on the road. Her smile was radiating from the screen, and it shone bright. He crouched down to show his son, “See? She’s happy. Maybe you are sad?” 

“Leland not sad,” Leland shook his head with a frown. “Leland sad because Mummy is.”

“So, how do you feel now that you know Mummy isn’t sad?” Lewis asked. As a child, he was always told to tell his parents how he felt — that his feelings shouldn’t be bottled up but explored. A child who was told to keep to himself is a child who never learned to be curious about his surroundings, making him either isolated or unthoughtful.

Stevie wasn’t raised to be selfish, either. Lewis knew she put her younger sisters before herself, asking them how they felt or if anything could make them feel better. Just as Lottie began to explore the world, Lewis learned to encourage his children to be the little adventurers that they were — to explore their surroundings and emotions. 

Much like his sister, Leland was en route to becoming an emotionally intelligent toddler, thanks to his parents. Lewis always asked Leland how he felt, especially when the child was silent. “Lels? How are you feeling, buddy?”

“Happy, Daddy,” Leland finally answered, leaving the older man to grin as Lewis reached out to wrap his arm around his son. “Happy because Mummy’s happy!”

“That is good,” Lewis nodded encouragingly. “Sissy is also happy, she said. Since you and Sissy are happy, do you know what that makes Daddy?” 

“Wha’?” 

“Happy!” Lewis grinned. He also learned how to share his feelings rather than bottling it up. If he was to teach his kids how to explore their emotions, then he should do it, too. 

The first hour outside consisted of taking a trip to Max and Sylvie’s temporary flat in Monaco, where the cats were currently roaming around as the couple spent their time back and forth between Monaco and the UK. As requested, Lewis (and his kids) fed Sassy and Jimmy and spent half their time playing with the cats. He was never a cat person, but he’d do many things just to care for his in-laws’ pets. 

Now, Lewis stood by the counter as the retired driver watched Lottie getting her braids done by a friendly hairstylist, pink extensions laced through her hair. Next to the counter was where Leland sat, his hair being cared for by Pascale Leclerc. 

“It’s a good thing you came here, Lewis,” Pascale grinned as she continued to work on Leland’s hair. “Too bad you haven’t seen Charles and the kids. They were here an hour ago to say hi.”

“We’ll see them later,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ve heard he brought his friends along.”

“Three kids in one trip isn’t exactly a good idea if it was just him so he roped Estie and Pierre into watching the boys,” Pascale replied with a giggle. “His boys are just like him and his brothers back then. So active.”

“I suppose that’s what happens when you raise your kids in a principality full of people,” Lewis joked, “they’re most likely to be more loud than serene.”

“Mamé,” Leland interrupted the adult conversation, making the two peer down at the toddler as Pascale pulled away. Leland then turned and asked, “Where is PJ?” 

Lewis laughed at the excitement in his son’s voice. Pascale chuckled and said, “You will see your cousin, my darling! Let Mamé care for your hair first, hm?”

“Yes, don’t worry about PJ right now, silly goose,” Lewis pinched his son’s cheek lightly, leaving Leland to grin at him. “You will see him later.” 

“How are you liking Lottie’s hair though?” As Lewis looked at his daughter, Pascale gestured towards the girl, who giggled at her hairdresser as the older woman spoke about princesses. “The pink extensions just came in last week— I knew Lot’s gonna love it.”

“She saw the pastel rainbow too,” Lewis grinned, “she would’ve chosen it but said she’d go match her hair with her clothes.”

“I think your little boy will get his hair braided too,” Pascale told him quietly with a grin, “he said something about the silver one— it reminds him of Mercedes.”

Lewis chuckled at this. Leland was his mini, indeed. 

Leland wasn’t even listening to them, too busy with the McLaren Tooned episode playing on Lewis’ phone. The older Hamilton merely shook his head at his son’s thoughts. “His Uncle Toto will love that.” 

“Well, let’s just hope there’s enough hair to braid after his haircut,” Pascale sighed as she continued to tend to the wild state of Leland’s hair. “This boy is very indecisive about getting the right length.”

It wasn’t rare for tourists of Monaco to come across a celebrity and have their photos taken with them. It wasn’t different from Lewis — he’s a Formula One retired driver.

He’s had things signed and photos taken while he lived in the principality, and there were times when he hadn’t needed any security. He was safe here, and no fans were insane enough to even try and act erratically towards him. But he often hesitated when it came to his children. 

Stevie and Lewis were both A-listers and continued to be so as years passed. Stevie was a supermodel — making her well-known in the fashion industry and even show business overall. Lewis became well known for his dedication to his racing career, and his fan base expanded as much as his wife’s did as she walked down the runways. If there was anything he knew about their marriage, it was that paparazzi wouldn’t leave them alone, especially after their children were born.

It was what they hated about living in the United Kingdom. They abhorred everything that most British media outlets had written about them because they were biased— mostly leaning more toward the editorial side instead of delivering the news. Lewis could remember how Stevie was practically harassed by the paparazzi when they had that nasty fight in public all those years ago. He learned to stand his ground in that situation— telling them to fuck off in the process. 

And then there’s that situation when Stevie was pregnant with Lottie. She almost got knocked out by a reporter who wanted to get a good story, only for Lewis to scream at the man and practically threaten to end his season early if that kind of harassment continued in the paddock. Since then, FIA had a strict policy on journalists outside the F1 media, keeping a safe distance from the guests and staff. 

These situations scared Lewis Hamilton. The fact that his children were out in the world, trying to explore it while cameras were on them all the freaking time? It wasn’t something that he ever enjoyed living with. So he tried to keep them at a safe distance from the cameras and the public, allowing them to explore their curiosities without being exposed to the nastiest side of the media. 

But the tourists of Monaco understood his worries and how they kept their distance from the kids and Lewis while they politely asked for photos with him, nearly had him giving out his whole wallet as a gift of appreciation. His kids didn’t feel scared around these strangers but asked if they could be in the photos.

“Can I be in the photo, Daddy?” Lottie asked as she smiled up at him and the pair of fans that stood with admiration. The fans thought that Lottie and Leland were the cutest, and they wouldn’t say no.

Lewis was alright with it, too. “Yes, of course, princess. Come here,” he pulled her next to him. 

“Daddy, me too!” Leland exclaimed before coming up to hug Lewis on the leg. The three smiled widely with the pair of fans, getting their photos taken before Lewis looked back at his fans.

“Thank you sooo much!” The one on the left’s eyes brightened as she gushed, “You are so amazing. And you have kind kids!” 

“Oh! Thank you!” Lewis replied, equally as happy before he wrapped his arms around both his kids. “They are very polite. Their Mummy and Daddy taught them to be nice to others. I’m glad they are practicing it.”

“How old are they?” The other asked.

Lewis looked down at his daughter, “Lottie, how old are you?” 

“FIVE!” Lottie stuck out her hand, showing five of her fingers.

“TWO!” Leland answered after, making Lewis smile. 

“Do you want to see something?” The fans nodded before he beamed in pride and asked Lottie, “Lotlot, if you add five and two, what number would you have?”

Lottie paused for a second before murmuring quietly to herself, the adults watching her as she counted on her fingers. “Four…five…six…” then she looked up at them and answered, “Seven, Daddy.”

“…and they’re smart, too— ugh!” The fans squealed. “I wasn’t even interested in maths at her age.” 

Lewis continued to smile, offering his fans a big grin. It wasn’t every day he got to meet fans who weren’t so invasive when it came to his privacy— or those who were too overbearing and would scare his kids away. If only everyone were like them, then maybe Lewis would’ve been more open to sharing his life with the public without any hesitation. 

Lewis eyed the cotton candy bag on the indoor cafe table, wondering if it was left open on purpose as he glanced at his in-laws. Charles Leclerc sat there and shrugged, indicating that it wasn’t his kids. Then, the British man looked at his other in-law, who was once his team principal when he still raced. 

Toto Wolff sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically, grabbing the plastic bag as he tucked it into his daughter’s opened backpack and muttered, “Your niece has a bad habit of leaving things out for the littles to get sugar rush on. I keep telling her to put her stuff away so it doesn't get stolen and it's clearly not working.”

“We know, Toto,” Lewis chuckled with a shake of his head before looking at Charles, “it was a good thing the little ones found the playground first before the sweets.”

Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon were also in the cafe and made their presence known to Lewis as they returned with a tray, and five mugs of ice cream were waiting to be held. The sight of the desserts left Toto, Lewis and Charles groaning. 

“Gasly, I hope that isn’t for any of the kids,” Toto started, already too annoyed at the thought of feeding his youngest this amount of ice cream. Seeing the energy of the Leclerc kids already took out Toto’s energy, so for his youngest to get sugar high wasn’t on the books.

“Non,” Pierre replied with a smirk before grabbing a spoon and taking the cloud mug off the tray. He scooped up some of his chocolate ice cream before indulging in it. He then said, “It’s hot outside. We shouldn’t leave the ice creams to the kids and have some for ourselves.”

“I like your thinking,” Lewis and Toto nodded before they both reached for the cold dessert. 

Their conversation shifted from the desserts to the fathers’ vacation with the kids. Pierre and Esteban merely listened as they had nothing to offer regarding a conversation about kids. Neither of them had any.

Toto nearly went on a tangent about his daughter’s stubbornness and his son’s overwhelming practice days. According to him, Tia kept forgetting that karting was what she needed to take a break from. The girl barely gave herself some time off and often insisted on getting driven straight to the karting track in Brackley for practice by the family chauffeur. She was nine and already insisting on being extremely perfect at the league. 

Not only that, but Toto’s eldest, Soren, was barely given a break from his school’s association football practice; his coach was a douche, and if the men didn’t know any better as they were listening to Toto, they would have immediately said that the coach was trying to make the school team into a Premier League-level team. It was a private school, not a football academy. If Toto and Tilly hadn’t pulled Soren out of his practice (during his summer break), he wouldn’t have made it to Monaco with his siblings. Toto also expressed how close he was to a fistfight with Soren’s football coach.

Then Lewis continued to sit there as Charles told them about his day with his sons so far. The kids baked cookies earlier today with their Uncle Estie and watched The Princess and The Frog after Hervé, Charles’ son, cried at the thought of his mom not being home. He then stated how worried he was about tucking the kids in tonight because he never did it alone. His wife was always with him to do it. Lewis and Toto only said that he would do perfectly fine as long as he did what he normally does on their bedtime - telling them stories, tucking them in and everything else. 

Charles’ worry eventually withered away, leaving Lewis to tell the men on the table how his day had been going. They all kept their eyes on their children as they wreaked havoc at the playground, with Toto’s two eldest at the arcade area. 

“...I’ve met some fans today,” Lewis continued on, “They were so polite, and the kids were surprisingly not scared of them.”

“They must’ve kept themselves at a distance then,” Esteban replied, “which is very good.”

“The kids are sociable, they are,” Lewis told the men, “they just tend to be scared of other people because they get hounded real fast whenever they see me or Stevie. It’s not just us, right?”

Charles nodded, “PJ doesn’t like the journalists. Some assholes still shove their cameras on the kids’ faces, and it takes me a good while to not break them. Remember Silverstone last year? PJ cried hard because of the flashes and the screaming of the paparazzi.”

Lewis’s heart broke at the statement, “Poor lad.”

“That’s why I think Monaco’s safer at times,” Toto murmured, “nobody’s bothering the kids whenever they’re out.”

“I’ve always considered getting a security for them,” Lewis shrugged.

“Why don’t you? It’s good if you did,” Pierre piped up, sipping on his water.

Lewis then answered, “Our home in Warwick’s pretty secluded and Lottie’s preschool is very accommodating. I like the thought of getting security, but at the same time, I don’t believe that we need that just yet. We’d need it for public events but for daily? No, I don’t think we need it.”

“Speaking of preschool,” Charles interjected before he asked Lewis, “Herb and Jules are telling me about this book that they saw from Lottie. It’s phonics, I think? J- Jol–”

“Oh! Jolly Phonics,” Lewis suggested, leaving the Monegasque to nod eagerly. “Yes, Lottie got a lot of those books. It was what they have in their preschool.”

“Yeah, the boys said they love it,” Charles pursed his lips, “will you send me the link to it? I’ve been wondering what the titles are, but I've had no luck. Aimee was struggling to figure it out, too.”

“Definitely, I’ll send the Amazon link to you,” Lewis nodded as Charles murmured ‘thanks.’

“You know what, Charles,” Toto piped up, making the men turn to him, “I’ll also send you some links to the Italian and French phonics that we got the kids. I find it quite helpful when they learn it at home, too. Have you ever thought of flashcards?”

“Oui,” Charles nodded, “but I would have to make them myself, non? I can’t buy it.”

“I am sure there are some resources you can get them from,” Toto replied, “but Tilly always made them by hand. She printed them and laminated them. The kids really liked them because they were the ones putting the answers in.”

“What about you, Lewis?” Charles asked, “Do you have the same?”

Lewis grimaced, “We do our phonics on the iPad.”

“Maybe that’s what I should do, though,” the retired driver continued as he hummed, “it’ll definitely be a hands-on experience for Lottie and Leland. Do you reckon your wife still has the links to the printables, Toto?”

DADDIES, DEBRIEFED! Formula One drivers and team principal discuss teaching strategies at home as Toto Wolff shows a photo of preschool books in his phone.

“Indoor playgrounds, pastel mugs and… serious discussion of at-home learning? Now, this is a story I can get behind!”

CHARLES LECLERC, PIERRE GASLY, ESTEBAN OCON AND LEWIS HAMILTON listen in as Toto speaks seriously in this photo!

“What could they be talking about, you ask? Simple: learn phonics and preschool lessons at home and make it as fun as playtime!”

NAME ONE THING HOTTER THAN THE MONACO SUN. We’ll hint: Formula One drivers being the hottest dads as they take their kids for a day out in the principality.

“When is it Max Verstappen’s turn? No, the cats and the dog do not count.”

“Daddy?” Lewis Hamilton had a thick skin. Nothing could break him, really. But his confidence towards the possibility of being vulnerable to anything weakened as he became a father to two of the most precious humans in the world. He had a weak spot, but he was okay with it.

He was never prepared for anything, though. When he turned around to face his daughter, already tucked in her bed after a bedtime story, his smile softened as Lottie asked him, “Are you happy?”

“Of course, I am, my girl,” Lewis nearly cried on the spot as he continued, “why did you ask? Are you happy?”

“I am,” Lewis could tell that Lottie was already falling asleep, but it never stopped her from grinning as she said, “But Mummy said that we ask others if they are happy too.”

“Yes, because we don’t know if they are happy or not,” Lewis walked back to her direction before crouching down, “And other people would not know if you don’t answer them. Mummy’s right, princess, and you are such a smart girl for remembering.”

Lewis tucked the strand of curl behind her ear and kissed her forehead, “Now, sleep tight, my love. You can continue being happy in your dreams, hm?”

“Good night,” Lottie murmured before she drifted off to sleep, “Love you, Daddy.”

Lewis peered down at her and smiled softly, whispering in the air, “And I love you.”

If someone asked Lewis how he was feeling, he’d say that he was happy that the Hamilton daycare in Monaco was a success. 

fin.

[emilybahu]

My Thoughts While Watching 8x01 of 9-1-1:

(Literally no one asked for this and it’s so late, but whatever… I had fun spending an hour and a half watching a 43 minute tv show episode to share my thoughts 🤷‍♀️)

1. Oh this poor man just bought his new plane then he gets caught in a beenado… what did he do to deserve that?

2. Oh crap oh crap! He about to crash!!

3. God damn Gerrard… I hate him with every fiber of my being😠

4. EDDIE I love you, I love you, I love you! But now that Gerrard said he likes the mustache it’s gotta go…

5. BUCK’S CRULS ARE FREE!!! Omg I just love him so much he’s so pretty!

6. Also, Gerrard 🙄🙄🙄

7. 3 MONTHS AGO! Not much of a time jump my ass! LIARS!

8. Who are you Gerrard? Donald Trump? Building a fence (wall)…

9. ATHENA! Hey queen! Oh wait, they making you transport the man who killed your fiancé… yikes 😬

10. He requested her!?

11. Buck… BUCK! What are you doing!? Get away from the ledge!

12. “Don’t jump!” “Why not?” 😀 Buck you know perfectly well why we don’t want you to jump, and it has nothing to do with the quote below.

13. “Gerrard would just make us clean you up off the sidewalk.” This line is hilarious and so not hilarious at the same time!

14. My poor baby boy! Buck come here let me give you a hug!

15. Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache 😂

16. Bobby the technical advisor 🤭

17. It’s so funny that there’s a show within the show!

18. Poor Bobby, like it is partially his fault that he’s not at the 118 right now, but you can tell he misses his team 🥺

19. Oh this kid, I love her already! And fair question Mom, what exactly does she mean by “hooking up”?

20. OH NO THE BEEEESSSS!!!

21. Yesss Buck and his fun facts! I love it!

22. Ugh 😑 Gerrard, that’s rude, our favs at the 118 are beautiful! You’re just salty because you’re old and ugly and no one likes you.

23. I’m sorry like half of this is gonna be me complaining about Gerrard… he’s so rude though! How dare he yell at Josh like that, for something he can’t control.

24. No, no, no! The bees got in!

25. No, no, nope! ABSOLUTELY NOT! The bees fucking went down the second driver’s throat!? I’d be outta there in a second!

26. Why did you smack the bee!? Aahhhhhh no!

27. Thank god the girl is okay! Oh damn, of course the mom gets stung too!

28. “Why do I taste honey?” SIR?!

29. Oh god no!

30. This poor kid, this has got to be so incredibly traumatic, she had to give her own mother an EpiPen.

31. God I’m sorry, I just love Buck so much! That little smile when the bee landed on his finger! ☺️

32. Good lord here I go again… what the hell Gerrard! Buck saved the patients and you’re reprimanding him!

33. “It’s a beenado” 🐝🌪️

34. Bobby and Athena house hunting! I love them!

35. Here goes Athena breaking my heart…💔

36. Eeeeeee! Family dinner! I love this so much!

37. Mara calls them Mom and Momma! It’s too cute! And Jee omg I can’t even with her! She’s precious!

38. Awwww Chimney bonding with Mara over Harry Potter! I love that for them!

39. Yes Denny, their boss is a jerk, you are very correct!

40. Eeeeeeee! Tommy! I didn’t think we’d see you in episode one!! Yay!!!

41. Literally I got so excited when I saw the cupcakes and the sign, I thought Chris might be coming back… oh how I was wrong.

42. Oh my boys! I love them so much! I NEED to see more of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy together!

43. I may or may not have actually screamed… Buck and Tommy flirting! They are so adorable together I can’t handle this!

44. Oh Eddie, bless his heart! So excited to talk to Chris and wish him a happy birthday. Meanwhile his son still can’t look at him, even though a computer screen. 😢

45. He made such an effort, just for the screen to freeze and for Chris to leave him hanging. You can see the man’s heart breaking behind his eyes. My heart broke too, but I understand the kid needing time.

46. But seriously seeing Eddie’s lip quiver like that when his mom mentions putting in a pool… PLEASE CHRIS COME BACK TO US! We can’t handle seeing your dad this heartbroken! ��

47. This woman be here having a midlife crisis, making her own fragrance, only for the bees to crash her party.

48. “Tomorrow is going to be flawless” cue the giant swarm of killer bees just hanging out on top of the tent.

49. Oop her party is ruined…

50. Oh not Buck volunteering Eddie ass the bee bait! 😂

51. “But why me?” “Because you’re the fastest runner!” Stop it now I’m cackling! 🤣

52. The close up of Eddie’s face has me wheezing! 🤣🤣 Oooo he runnin’!!

53. Oh that close up bee cgi is sooo bad it’s hilarious! 🤣

54. Yeah sure, duct tape fixes everything, but why is it in the medical bag!?

55. “I’ve been shot before, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” It’s funny because the beekeeper was talking to the bees not Eddie! 🤣 (sorry for the excessive use of the laughing emojis I can’t help it)

56. Come on man, Buck is like a little puppy, you gotta give him some praise!

57. And we have Buck with the episode title drop!

58. Noooo Athena! 😢 Come on let me give you a hug! 🫂 So much ✨Trauma✨

59. Ooo this is a fishy situation…but Athena knows what’s up.

60. NO ONE and I mean no one messes with Athena Grant! She knows her shit!

61. She straight up locked this man in a trunk of a car in the middle of the desert! My dude, what!?

62. “Get yourself back to LA in one piece.” Little did she know what was going to happen next…

63. Not the actor being star struck by Bobby, I love that!

64. “I’m gonna study you tip to tail” 🤣

65. Good god Gerrard you got everyone watching Buck like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t deck you.

66. Eddie walking behind Gerrard signing to Buck to cut it out… he tried to help

67. “Broody little pout” 🤣✨

68. Do WE need to remind YOU Gerrard who’s the TRUE captain of this firehouse… news flash it’s NOT YOU!

69. Eddie in the background, we all know he’s got Buck’s back

70. Eeww I just paused on the close up of Gerrard’s mouth… gross. Also, have I mentioned that I HATE this man.

71. Oh my good god! Buck’s eyes are fucking beautiful!

72. Woah, oh wow, that was crazy dude! I seriously can’t tell if Buck snapped and tackled him to the ground, or if he did it to save him.

73. OH CRAP! OF FUCKING COURSE ATHENA WAS ON THE PLANE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

[jmdbjk]

MNCR merch...

It has a clean, minimalist aesthetic. Gender neutral. Functional. As one person said: it's merch for grownups.

You can even kind of assign members' aesthetics to the items: candle is Jungkook, that bar necklace is Jimin, lotion and lip balm to Hobi, rings to Yoongi, etc.

The prices listed on the preview are most likely the price tags in the Seoul pop-up. They are very reasonable, like the necklace is about $22 USD. And fyi, it only comes with the rectangular bar pendant and does not include the ring. It's interesting they added the ring just for a promo pic.

Anyway.

The sweatshirt is about $65 USD. The candle is about $26 which is what those 3-wick candles at Bath and Body Works cost at regular price. About $20 for the crate and it seems large enough to be very useful.

If this merch makes it to Weverse Shop, which we expect it will, I'm not expecting the prices to remain low. And then add in shipping... ugh.

Personally, I'm not a huge merch buyer. We'll see what the prices are when it all hits Weverse Shop.

Some are underwhelmed by the designs and the fact all of that decoding/puzzle solving we had to do only culminated in this pile of good.

Some are trying to reconcile the fact the photocard images appear to have been taken back in 2021 and none of the members look like that anymore. That is the case in any set of photocards. All of that collateral material must be produced way ahead of time.

That's ok. Not everything will please everyone. It was still fun while it lasted and seemed to clear out the negativity for a while.

The locations run concurrently for the most part. It's not a traveling show. They all close by the end of June, some open for longer periods than others. Some open longer than a month, one barely ten days. That's a long time just to sell merch. Unless there's something else to push while these shops are open. I guess we'll see.

Jin will be back while these shops are still open.

I just gotta say that there was some planning that went into this. And they started a long time ago. They probably had gotten a lot done (photocards) and then had to pause and regroup when things went somewhat off the rails in 2022.

Who knows, maybe Namjoonie's puzzling delay in enlisting (and perhaps the others) was because they were working on something else that goes along with this Monochrome project...

We wait™️.

[dibs4ever]

Pregnancy Scare

Dick Grayson sat on the edge of his bed. The almost 18-year-old head rested between his legs

He looked up at his best friend of nearly equal age pacing his bedroom floor nervously. “You’re positive you’re late?” He asked

Barbara paused in motion “Yeah I keep track of all that Dick”

He stood walking toward her “But your period has been late before?”

She took a deep breath “Yeah, with the stress of our daily lives and other factors it has been irregular but I haven’t missed a period since I started to have sex and now I have so….”

Dick nodded “And the last person you had sex with was?”

Barbara narrowed her eyes at him “You know it was you. I broke up with Brandon 3 months ago and haven’t been with anyone til you that night a month ago”

The two thought back to the Wayne Winter Gala. It had taken place the first week of December. The two of them were on the dance floor, slowly swaying back and forth. Something that had become a common scene over the years. He and her always danced at Galas.

“So I ugh I broke up with Caroline,” Dick stated

Barbara flashed a sad smile. She had a feeling this was coming. Dick had confided in her a few weeks back that throughout the past few weeks, he’d told her he had been feeling guilty because he wasn’t feeling a spark. He confessed something just didn’t feel right and there was no excitement.

“How did she take it?”

Dick shrugged “She cried a little, but I just- I couldn’t do it ya know. I thought I was leading her on or something. It wasn’t fair to her.”

Barbara smiled “You’re a sweetheart you know that?” She reached up stroking his hair

Dick chuckled, playfully swatting her hand away before resting it back on the small of her back.

She smiled “So for the first time since summer we’re both single.”

Dick bit his lip looking down at her with hooded eyes “Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the spiked punch they’d both snuck or hormones taking over logical thinking but his hand rested on her lower back and slowly slid to her bottom.

That’s all the approval it took for Barbara to grab his hand and lead him out of the ballroom to one of the hallways of the manor, she walked a ways down til they were in an area where most people wouldn’t wonder.

“I missed you.” Dick spoke-knowing what he meant and hoped she knew what he meant too without him having to explain.

Barbara pulled him into the closest closet and closed the door “I missed you too.” She admitted

That was all the approval Dick needed to pull her into a kiss

Dick began kissing down her neck, the mood heating

Barbara let out a moan before pushing back “Do you have a condom?”

Dick groaned when he pulled away from her neck, digging into his back pocket he fished out his wallet, flipped it open he pulled out a condom. “Been keeping one here for emergencies.”

She smiled, leaning in she began kissing his neck as he pulled his pants down and slipped on the protection

With a sly grin, he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist “We will have to make this quick before people start looking for us.”

Barbara nodded, letting out a small gasp, she brushed the hair out of his face “This is just as friends right? “ she let out a groan when Dick kissed her bare shoulder

Dick moved kissing her earlobe before whispering in her ear “Of course it always is when we do this”

After that, they both stopped talking. Both just enjoying each other's feelings.

They finished too soon, taking a moment to clean one another up before returning to the gala.

Neither one said a word about it until yesterday. Dick was doing the laundry when he found the slacks from the night of the gala. Remembering what happened and what he had put in his back pocket. He was too chicken to put it in the garbage out of fear of Alfred or Bruce finding it and somehow connecting it to him.

So obviously before washing the pants, he went to take the used object out of his back pocket when he noticed something. The condom was torn. His heart immediately started racing. Mentally Dick told himself it could’ve been from moving with it in his back pocket or from sitting for almost a month

Yeah, he hadn’t done his laundry in almost a month but he was a teenage boy give him a break.

He knew he needed to let Barbara know. Immediately calling her to tell her his discovery

She was silent

“Babs? You there? Like I said it could’ve been from moving around afterwards with it in my pocket.”

“Dick I’m late.” She spoke

This time he was silent “And I haven’t been taking my birth control since I broke up with Brandon.”

Dick took a deep breath “Okay I’m sure there’s nothing. It’s not like we went completely unprotected.”

“But what if there is…..something ?“ she asked

Dick swallowed a lump in his throat “Okay I’ll buy a ……test so you don’t have to do it. You come to the manor. Bruce and Alfred won’t be here tomorrow so you can take it then okay?”

There was silence

“Babs?”

She came back threw her voice sounding stressed “Yeah, I’d appreciate you buying it. Get like 3…different brands so there are other opinions I guess.”

So later that afternoon Dick excused himself saying he needed to go get some pre-workout at the nearby vitamin shop but instead went and bought the tests for Barbara.

Which brought them to where they were now.

Barbara exited the bathroom that connected to his bedroom. She moved sitting beside him on the edge of his bed

“Well?”

She sighed “We should know in about 5 minutes. I took all 3”

Dick watched her flop back on her bed “How could we be so stupid? We told each other summer and that’s it,”

Dick looked down at her

“Babs it happened and, there’s nothing we can do about it now. We just gotta Take this one step at a time and do whatever those tests say. I’ll be here for you.”

Barbara nodded “We shouldn’t have done it. We agreed end of summer and we never do it again. If those tests come back negative we can’t ever do it again- with each other. It’s not worth the risk.”

He furrowed his eyebrows “Never Ava-“

The alarm on Barbara’s phone went off. Both of them looked at each other

“Want me to look?” Dick offered

Barbara sat up nodding, resting her head between her hands “I think I’m going to be sick.”

He went into the bathroom, and finding the sticks lined up on the bathroom counter he carefully looked them over before moving back to his bedroom

“Well?” Barbara asked

Dick sat down next to her, resting a hand on her knee “They’re all negative.”

Together they breathed a sigh of relief

“Thank God “ she wrapped her arms around his neck in a celebratory hug

Dick chuckled “Yeah you would’ve been like 6 months pregnant with my child at graduation. Not sure how we’d explain that.”

Barbara froze before pulling back

“Dick…..you wouldn’t have expected me to of kept it would you?”

He blinked before shaking his head “No BG, I would’ve- I’d of supported any choice you made. It’s your body. And I mean I guess having my child would be sorta shitty right? I mean all that flipping and annoying banter. What girl would want that?” He let out a nervous chuckle trying to convince her she was joking

Barbara saw right threw it “Dick.” She spoke slowly, running a hand threw his hair.

He sighed “It’s just- I haven’t laid eyes on someone I’m genetically related to since my parents died. So my mind went to that and nothing else surrounding it but your right. I mean you’re just gaining Bruce’s trust and we’re only 17- I wasn’t thinking with my head I was thinking with my-“

Barbara cut him off with a kid to his temple “Heart?” She suggested

He nodded

Barbara let out a breath “Perhaps I worded it wrong too. Having your kid wouldn’t be the worst thing. Especially if they had your heart it’s just me having your kid, right now….that’s not the best thing. Does that make sense?”

Dick nodded “Yeah it does.” He rested a hand on her leg. She moved her hand on top of his. It wasn’t a romantic move. Dick needed touch. It was something she’d learned over their years of friendship that Dick found the most comfort when he was upset through touch contact

“You still thinking about something?” She asked

Dick was quiet. She watched him trace circles on her leg with his thumb. Letting him think about how he would word the conversation on his mind “You ever think about being a parent -one day in the future?”

Barbara thought “Honestly? It’s not something I put much thought into. I don’t see myself as a mother.”

He shrugged “I do- I mean one day I’d like to be a dad. But with our lives, ya know I don’t think it is a possibility. How could I be a hero at night and then return to a home with a wife and kids? That’s not fair to a civilian woman Ya know.”

She nodded “Same with me and a man.”

They had a long pause of silence before Dick broke it with a joke

He tilted his head “We’re only 18, are you sure you’re going to write off sex between the two of us forever? Even if we use triple protection?” He chuckled

Barbara swatted his chest “Yes Dick I was serious. We shouldn’t mess around like that and then say we’re just friends. You mean too much to me”

Dick’s face returned to serious “Yeah you mean too much to me too. I’d never want to risk not having you in my life.”

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: mental illness, panic attacks

This is Dr. M., my Therapist. You have met her once before in my story. She helped me to control my panic attacks and practiced daily with me relaxation techniques. This really helped me after a while.

But now it was time for me, to use Dr M.’s help again. This time, it wasn’t panic attacks. It was rather.... stress & anxiety, that made my everyday life tough. I was afraid to leave the house alone.

Two days ago, I was already here. She prescribed me drugs, antidepressants, that I can continue to take during pregnancy. Weeks before, I attended those therapeutic group sessions she led. I haven’t been there often, but she asked me about Daniel there. She saw I wasn't well. And that's exactly the topic she first discussed with me today. She wanted to get an idea of my current situation and she was also worried about Daniel. She thought Daniel was going through something similar to me. Just he did not have panic attacks, but she was sure, he also struggled to process this thing .The attack on the two of us and the consequences of it. However, I also told her everything that had happened since Daniel left. Drugs, Adam & Ana, including N. & me.

Dr. M.: I'm glad you got confidence in me. I remember well how.... difficult certain topics for you were to address. That guy Adam, how do you handle what happened between you and him?

Me: Actually, nothing happened. And I don’t think he really wanted to hurt me. He had other intentions. It was about my sister.

Dr. M.: I see it a little differently. No matter what his intentions were or what his motive was, what he did is definitely wrong.

Me: Yes, I agree! It was wrong and made me angry. But-... ugh, I don't want to discuss about that. I get a headache from this subject.... No joke, my brain hurts rn.

Dr. M.: Here, a glass of water. You need to stay hydrated..... Better?....Fine. Explain please. What made you so angry about Adam?

Me: Um... what he did! To me.... Why does this keep happening to me?? 😫 It makes me so sick!😡 ... Agh, anyway. Pls let's change the topic.

Dr. M.: It's okay. But you did well! You finally showed me your anger and let it out... Oh, but you didn’t have a panic attack after that, right?

Me: No! I had sex 3 weeks later and well, I’m pregnant. Looks like sex isn’t a prob for me anymore.🤷‍♀️But even before that, it worked quite well between Daniel & me as far as this is concerned. You were right! Daniel wasn’t the trigger for my panic.

Dr. M.: He felt so awful about that. He blamed himself. But I’m glad this at least went well for you two.

Me: I was dreaming about him.... Again. It felt so real... I still feel like he was really with me last night. I was in our apartment. I felt like we were still together. I cleaned up, did our laundry and at night, he really came to me in my dreams... I just want to know where he is?.. Why did he leave me? And if he comes back?

Dr. M.: Let’s say Daniel comes back. What could your life together look like? Some things have changed. You are pregnant and Daniel’s situation or condition may have changed too? Could you imagine continuing your marriage with him?

Me: For him, I would try. I would also forgive him, no matter what he did. But how can I be sure he won’t leave me again?

Dr. M.: Exactly!..... You also have to be aware that you are pregnant. But do you think Daniel would be able to help you with your Baby?

Me: Um... Idk? It's not his Baby. I'm not sure if he can deal with that? But he'd help me, I know that. However, all of this is more of a wishful thinking of mine and not reality. So... I’m going to file for divorce tomorrow.

Dr. M.: That sounds reasonable. You should definitely do this step, for yourself! One of you two has to take the first step towards enlightenment, which doesn’t mean, that it really has to come to a separation in the end. My personal opinion.... Daniel had enough time. It's time to act now!

Me: Almost 3 Months.... Nevertheless, I think I made too hasty decisions and let myself be misled by false facts.... And Nico, whenever he shows up in my life, it gets complicated.

Dr. M. : Tell me more about him. How did you feel when you saw him again after a long time?

Me:...... (Gosh!🤦‍♀️) ... Ahhmm.... yea. It was okay. Nothing special. 🤥

Dr. M.: 🤨...  I can tell when you're fibbing.😉 But, let's try it this way! Ask me a personal question that interests you. If I answer, you will also answer my question about Nico.

Me: Hehe...Ok! Ahm??? Do you have kids  and are you married?

Dr. M.: No, I don’t have kids, my patients are my kids. But yes, I’ve actually been married recently.

Me: OH, congratulations.

Dr. M.: Thanks! You even met him. He examined you at the clinic when we were planning to include you in the study.

Me: No! That Doc is your husband??.. Cool! He's really nice, Dr. M. Cute. 😉

Dr. M.: Thank you. I'll tell him later. He will surely be pleased about it. 😄... But now back to you, A. How was it for you to see Nico again.

Me: My cheeks felt burning hot. I was beaming & smiling all over my face. 🤦‍♀️🥰.... Agh yea, I was so happy. Even though I was totally nervous and excited, it felt like he's always with me. And I think he felt the same. He kept telling me I was pretty and... hot. But he didn’t kiss me .He.... had a fiancé. He didn’t want to cheat on her, but I think if I told him I wanted him, he wouldn’t have said no. He made hints in that direction, but I was disappointed. Agh, honestly? I knew he was in a relationship. I wasn’t quite sure, but-... yea. I got involved with him anyway. I just can’t say no to him. I wanted him and... just a day later, I got him.

Dr. M.: It is right to say it openly. Feelings of attraction feel strong. Certain factors can amplify all this, making it even more difficult to ignore those feelings. But how did you and he decide to continue?

Me: We talked a lot, especially about the past. There were some misunderstandings that Nico and I were able to resolve. The present is more the problem I think, his fiancée and of course Daniel.

Dr. M.: Would he accompany you here? Like Daniel did... I’m trying to help you. I think Nico has a strong, very strong influence on you. You told me about him before, and.....well! It would be good for you, but also for him, if you come here together. You think he’d be willing to talk to me?

Me: Rn, I'm not really sure?... But Nico has surprised me in recent weeks, in many ways... I’ll see him soon anyway. He’ll accompany me to my prenatal check-up. So yea, I'm gonna talk to him.

Dr. M.: I’m glad to hear he’s accompanying you.... Fine, A.! And please! Please take your pills regularly! Or do I really have to call you here every other day?

Me: No! Pls don't!... I’ll take care of myself, I promise.

Dr. M.: That's just what I was hoping to hear. All right! Then.... See you next week, I’d say.

Me: Sure!...Ok thanks, see you next week Dr. M.

Previous/Next

[survey--s]

440.

Did you ever go to daycare as a kid? I was in some kind of full-time childcare from three months - a childminder until I was about 2-3 years old, then nursery, then pre-school.

Who’s one of the most talented people you know? What are they talented at? My aunt is an amazing cook - she’s one of those people who can chuck anything together and it tastes incredible lol.

How long have you had your current mattress? Far too long lol. It’s getting uncomfortable but we can’t really justify a new one at the moment. Maybe next year.

Do you usually pay with cash, debit card, or credit card? Debit card.

What do you usually drink with breakfast? Coffee and either orange or apple juice.

What’s your sexuality? Bisexual.

What’s your gender identity? Female.

Are you the type of person who can make friends with just about anyone? Ha, nope. I’ve always struggled to make friends as I’m just rubbish at small talk and I generally much prefer my own company.

Have you ever experienced a medical emergency? Not for me, but I’ve dealt with them for other people.

What was the last thing you borrowed from someone? Some tape.

What’s your least favorite time of day? Early evening. I just feel like it’s this weird dead time.

Are you muscular? Not really.

Do you know anyone who’s snobby about the kind of music they like? A few people - ugh. It’s such a crap trait.

Do you ever happen to find yourself trying to force yourself to be happy? I’ve been there before, sure.

What are some things you like about the area you live in? We live by the sea and we have so many beaches and great places to explore.

When was the last time you drank wine? New Years Eve.

Do you know anyone who has been to prison? Not so far as I know.

Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? We do indeed.

How many burners does your stove have? Four.

When you go to a restaurant, do you prefer to sit at a booth or a table? Booths - they’re more private and generally have more space too.

What’s the first video game you remember playing? Sonic or Pokêmon.

Have you ever been to San Francisco? Nope but I’ve always wanted to visit! It looks absolutely beautiful.

Did the high school you went to offer an ecology class? Nope.

Which room of your house is currently in the greatest need of cleaning? Probably the spare room - not so much cleaning but more re-organising, but it’s all Mike’s stuff in there and I’m not getting involved lol.

What’s something you think everyone should do/experience at least once in their life? Travel.

When was the last time you shipped a package? Just before Christmas, and it only arrived two days ago lol.

Have you ever made a homemade pie? Nope.

How long does it take you to get to work/school? It depends. I’m a pet-sitter so my closest client is five doors away, the furthest away is a horse I care for - he’s about a 15 minute drive.

Has your car ever been broken into? Not mine, but my parents’ was when I was growing up. 

How old is your oldest cousin? Uhh, no idea. I’d guess late thirties?

What are you going to do now that this survey is over? Maybe another survey.

[trailmixedup]

AUGH I FUCKING HATE MY ROOMMATE SOMETIMES! Dude holy shit. It’s thanksgiving. She went home and I couldn’t, so I got a pizza from Safeway to make at home (I’m doing a cheat day celebration because fuck it). They left a shit ton of dishes next to the sink (even though she isn’t going to be back for cleaning day so guess who gets to put her fucking dishes away), so I was already feeling kinda miffed, but then I turned the oven on and walked away to do something else and started smelling smoke. It turns out the last time she used the fucking oven (to make a stupid fucking cheesecake) she spilled shit all over the bottom of the oven and now my apartment is full of smoke and I’ve got a headache and I had to open the windows and front door and it’s cold as balls out there so now the house is freezing and full of smoke. Like. Cmon man. They literally have no regard for anyone around them and I’m legitimately so tired of having to share a house with someone like that. Like please for the love of god you are not the only person who lives here???? You don’t get to just make messes and make my life harder and then go \o/ oopsie daisies that’s so silly of me.

Like fuck man, grow the fuck up! I also asked them to not out me as trans to people and she legit LIED TO ME about doing it… like you’re saying you haven’t outed me to anyone, but a few weeks prior you literally told me that you told your new friend that my top surgeon fucked my nipple grafts up + you told your mom I’m trans + your friends who have come over to the house have all known… like - it’s literally not that hard to be a good person??? So just try????

They also complain all the time about having SO much homework and never having enough time and ugh how to people just do nothing how is college not stressful for some people… she doesn’t have a job and is only doing like 14 credits this semester. They spend all their time on their phone or gaming and then when they’re supposed to be doing homework they go hang out at the dorms with other people and not do homework. And her dad (who don’t get me wrong is a terrible man) has to give her money to pay tuition, so she literally is one of the “daddy’s money” people she complains about even if it is court ordered.

Like first of all you DO have time to do your homework, just stop scrolling through screenshots of tumblr posts from 2015 on Pinterest and sit down and do it. And second of all, WHY ARE YOU STRESSED???? You don’t DO ANYTHING!!! They didn’t even clean until a week ago when I fucking snapped at them and then the next morning they were like “ hey I didn’t appreciate how you talked to me “ and I was like “ okay valid I won’t do that again but also the fact that we’ve lived here for months and you didn’t know where the cleaning spray was even though it’s been under the kitchen sink the whole time and then you didn’t bother to look for it and just waited until I came home from work to ask me about it instead is really giving weaponized incompetence and I can’t handle it anymore” and then they said that they would clean but this past weekend they literally didn’t do anything but wipe the bathroom counters down.

I just. I actually think I might fucking combust.

And I promise I’m not being a hypocrite when I complain about this shit because a of all I literally have been cleaning the WHOLE house (minus her bedroom) for months now and she hasn’t thanked me or shown appreciation ONCE, b of all I go out of my way to be accommodating and barely have any hard boundaries (which she literally still ignores sometimes), and c of all I work 3 fucking jobs, 7 days a week, and am doing 16 credits for which I have classes 5 days a week plus I take care of my dog and my cat and am paying my all my expenses completely on my own (I have federal aid and a scholarship for school but they still don’t cover 100% of tuition).

So yea, I’m complaining on the internet, but it’s not like I can afford to move out and I don’t really have a social life because I spend so much time working and at class and doing homework. This is my bitch and moan space.

[stahfakz]

My Fu$ked up life 26/2/24

Sooo, going back Christmas 2023, I get a call from my mum, except it's my older sister, calling from mums phone saying mums in the hospital and wanted me to pick up her partner, so that they could fuck off for the four days.

Bear in mind, I haven't had a holiday from work since b4 dad passed, over 2 years, and I was really needing 4 days off work to chill out. I didn't get it, I ended up with mum at the hospital everyday, and I ended up having burnout at work about a month later, and had to get senior manager approval to take off 2 days stress leave. But I digress.

Anyway apparently mum started her bs to Caz and caz told kez her partner who told her to take mum to the hospital because Caz a 53 yr old woman, is unable to make decisions on her own.

What they didn't tell me was that they were heading out, and wanted me to take care of mum without asking what my plans were or anything. I was dropping my own kid off at the airport that day. Ugh anyway. So I'm at the hospital, and the drs are telling me they think shes got a UTI or whatever, and awaiting some blood tests, but apparently when they dropped mum off, she was spouting her bs and it;s like FFS, Caz had fucked off and left me to deal with it. Stayed at the hospital for HOURrrrrsss with mum, but no results, I went home after 9pm I was so tired. I go back tot the hospital the next day, they've moved her out of the emergency ward and into a private room, they're still monitoring her, and they've sent the mental health care team to assess her, but cos mums religious, they can't do anything, cos it's 'god' talking to her or whatever.

Anyway, I ended up talking to Brocks mum about the sitcho, cos I know shes worked in aged care. She was really helpful, advised me on how to get aged care assessment done, etc, etc, as the drs would not allow mum to leave just yet.

I called Caz after talking to Brocks mum, and Caz had no fucken clue how to approach the situation, and I wondered why the fuck I even called her, and getting frustrated that she wasn't taking responsibility for her shitty decisions and fucking off, leaving me to deal with her drama so she can have time off work, cos she doesnt have kids, and the last time she had a holiday was 3 months ago, and wow thats so terrible for working for so long without a break.

The next day, the social worker visits mum and gets an aged care assessment referral for mum, and caz is back from her holiday. Because she wasn't around, all the referrals had my contact details, so when the next day, they finally let her out, I got several calls the following days about it all.

Mum missed her aged care assessment appointment, apparently they couldnt make it and had to re-schedule when they called her, but she hasn't heard back since.

I've set it up so that she gets groceries delivered, and sometimes Id go over and clean her house, I took her mower to be fixed, and brock mows her yard sometimes. Anyway, fast forward to today, on my last week of holidays. I pop over last week with milk, cos they didnt have any in her order last time, than I said I'd pop over on monday and pay her bills, etc. So I come over in the morning, wash and hang out her sheets, vacuum the floors, tidy up and mop her floors. Then I suggest she needs new sheets and towels and things, cos she can't see how moldy they are and they need to be thrown out, so i go to Capa and get her a bunch of new stuff all clean, come back and then tell her that she needs to call the aged care people, cos moving forward, I simply won't have the time with work, my own house work, my kid is in their senior years of high school and needs extra support for studies, and driving lessons, etc. Mum says, like always, that shes not going to worry about it, and I'm getting pretty stressed about it, cos she needs someone to clean her house, since Caz never does and I will not haven any more time, I told her I won't be able to come over again for months.

Anyway, I get so stressed, that I go to set this shit up on my laptop, but I can't she has to call them. So I tell her you have to call them now. And she screams at me saying no. So I said whatever and left. Just her yelling at me like that made me realise how fucked my life is. Doesn't matter that she fucking kept me away from dad and the rest of my family for years, I was never allowed to do anything as a kid, watch anything, have boyfriends or do anything, constantly abused psychologically and it's like fuck. Why the fuck do I bother to help my family anymore, who clearly give zero fucks about me.

Like, get a text from my older brother on my birthday saying hey hbd I have no idea where youre living or what you're doing. And its like, bro really? Are you that fucking stupid that you cant remember that I've been living at the same place for 5 years, working at the same place for 6 years.

I'm just over it. Everyone can go fuck themselves.

Fuck me right

[autumnrory]

just feel like i have so much annoying stuff on my plate and i don't want to deal with any of it

gotta get a referral for a neurologist and a chiropractor or something if they will just LISTEN to me about my neck problems and make appointments and who knows what an ordeal all that will be, plus my upcoming gynecologist appointment which always goes fine but who knows with how insane my body is this year lol

and my low tire light came on today and i thought it could be because i went out when it was still relatively chilly in the morning and temperatures do have an effect, i remember a couple winters ago it was on the WHOLE time and when it finally warmed up outside it went off then back on when temperatures dipped again but that's on top of the broken passenger side mirror that my dad said he would deal with and just never did <3

and he's gotten annoyed that i haven't had the car cleaned in ages which i know i should but i hate spending the money bc while they of course do a great job it doesn't last so it's like hey take it in to have the mirror fixed like you said you would and build something to hang over my car like you said you would and i'll gladly get it cleaned regularly. like i do hate how it looks bc i like things to be clean but i'm so annoyed about my parking situation that i just don't get myself to do it. and then him complaining makes me wanna do it less like i will do something in my own time but when you nag me (or most recently he really complained to my mom but she told me about it which was Not necessary) that makes me drag my feet even more lol

and there's just the general stuff i wanna do that i haven't been doing for months because of my pain and not wanting to make it even worse (i'd clean the damn car myself if i thought my back could take it) like i wanna work on the lego projects to help my mom get them out of the house and do puzzles and really clean my room and i know these are all things i could do a little at a time to minimize any negative effects but my brain is just like no i'd rather not do even that right now and ugh i hate having this mess in my space i really do like a clean room and it's been so difficult

there's probably other little things but that's the main stuff and it's so hard to do anything when my health has been well, not bad necessarily, this could all be unexplainable and not really harm me (except my neck dammit) but it is all up in the air and like i do feel better knowing it's not an autoimmune thing but them being back to talking about a neurologist like dear god could we not have looked into that first though again i had dealt with them in the ER right before all this started like i really doubt they missed anything but whatever, it's just that wondering is all i can do and i feel like i can't move forward (not that i've ever really been moving forward have i) with anything while i'm in this limbo that may just never end

[calamityandme]

I haven’t been having my extreme sense of dread or anticipation for basic required facets of life as much. While I’m in a better period mental health-wise, I can’t help but think about that weird anxiety feeling.

It’s so nice to wake up most days and not feel that burning uncomfortableness in my chest that flashes bright like a digital clock the time of my next obligation.

Some days I will wake up and think, “I don’t feel like cleaning a three story house in 4 hours,” but then I remind myself I get paid to do it, I love and live to clean, and I get to listen to my audiobook. I push through most days.

It’s a stupid thing to be proud of, but it’s been a couple months since I’ve called out of work. There’s been days R has asked me if I wanted to come the next day instead, but I haven’t gone out of my way to ask to not come in. I‘ve always had an issue with attendance. I blame my upbringing. It didn’t used to be this bad, though. I have always called in to avoid anxiety inducing situations, though. This is a pattern I’m trying to break.

Three years ago or so I cracked. I couldn’t handle working 2-3 jobs and school. I started skipping classes more, I called in on days I just needed to stare at a wall and cry. I know in my heart I needed those days, but it was selfish of me to not think of the people’s days I made harder by not carrying my load. I just was trying desperately to take care of myself. It got so bad that leading up to work I would be in agony.

I had horrible panic attacks. I wanted to die. At the same time, I had horrible anxiety that would tell me I was going to die on the way to work, or my loved ones are going to suffer because I’m leaving the house. My anxiety would tell me conflicting extremes I didn’t know what to feel. I just felt overwhelmed. Almost non-verbal. I would be rocking back and forth sobbing because i had to go to my middle (2nd) job that i especially hated. I just had to be home. My horrible dread would make my stomach hurt so bad that I would go to the bathroom like 8 or 9 times a day (and TMI I know but it must be mentioned I lost so many ounces of blood in those work toilets.) I was pale as shit and smoked too many cigarettes just to function. All I could eat was iced coffee and things I found for free at school. Cans of vegetables if I couldn’t find anything outside of the house.

I’m trying to be better about calling in and that sort of thing. I don’t want to be someone people think is flakey or that calls in for no reason. I just couldn’t handle things for a long time. I don’t know how I lasted so long. I’m not writing this to say feel sorry for me or look how much I’ve grown. I just am trying to put my manifestations out in the universe, I guess: I have changed, I’m a person I would be proud to know. I do good and I try to be good every day.

I just want to work on myself and try to be someone that I would look up to. I know my family thinks I’m reliable, but I want people who work with me or maybe people I went to school with to know that I honor my word. I know I shouldn’t focus on how other people perceive me, I just am so worried about it all the time. Ugh.

I want to focus on how I want to change. I want to adopt better habits. I don’t want to have regrets later in life that I didn’t do enough.

[scenesofobx]

Lies, Drugs & Withdrawals

Summary: You confess to your boyfriend that you'd been lying to him about being clean.

A/N: Really loved writing this one. I've never written for Fez before so I hope this is alright.

Warnings: angst, self-deprecating talk, lying, small mention of physical abuse (doesn't happen), mentions of drugs, rehab, addiction, withdrawals and relapsing.

Word Count: 1.5k

Not fully proofread, so please let me know if you spot any grammar or punctuation errors.

Written for: @storytellingwitht, love you bestie <3

"I'm a terrible person", I blurted out while sitting on the couch watching Stand By Me with Fez and Ash.

Fez looked at me with a confused expression clouding his face, "What? Where did that come from Ma?"

"The deep depths of my soul", a sigh escaping your lips at your statement.

"Yo, is she high or somethin'?", Ash asked his brother.

"Nah, she doesn't fuck with drugs anymore, bro"

"Oh yeah shit, I forgot you cut her off"

"Yep, he cut me off alright... but you find ways and means", the words slipping out before my dazed mind could register what I had just said.

"What do you mean you 'find ways and means', what does that mean?", Fez asks, concern and anger darkening the usually calm blue of his eyes, turning them a deeper blue, the same blue I'd seen his eyes go when he beat the shit out of Nate Jacobs, I let out a small laugh at the memory of such a satisfying moment. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was just remembering when you bashed Nate's face in, good times...", I laughed again, failing to see the lack of a smile or any form of amusement on my boyfriends face.

"Playboy ain't important right now, what's important is you telling me what the hell you meant by your previous statement!", Ash could sense a fight about to start so he excused himself to his room, mumbling something along the lines of needing a break from other people's drama.

"I said I'm a terrible person Fez, we both know that's true so why do I even have to explain myself?", I questioned.

"You're not a terrible pers-"

"-oh I am, I really am Fez", I cut him off.

"You're no-"

"-Ugh, can you just let me finish? My goodness!"

Silence.

"Thank you", I let out a relieved sigh over Fez's lack of an interruption.

"I never checked on Rue when she got out of rehab... I went to see Leslie and Gia when she was in rehab to check on them and to bring them dinner from the diner but I never came back after Rue got home", I could see my boyfriend's mouth about to open with an interruption, once again, so I beat him to it, "an- and yes, I know I wasn't obliged to visit and I know I didn't go to see her because I was battling my own demons and was trying to stay clean but I didn't even have the audacity to send her a freaking letter or anything! Like who- who does that? Who claims to be someone's friends and doesn't check on them and be there for them in a time of need?", I left out a small sob, numerous teardrops falling down my cheeks, Fez quickly to wipe them all away.

"You're not a terrible person Ma, you're human", he comforted.

"No, no, nope Fez, I am- I am a terrible person because I've hurt you"

"You haven't baby. You haven't hurt me..."

"I lied... about being clean"

Fez let out a shaky breath at your confession.

I sighed, "When you cut me off a month ago, when I was in withdrawal, I couldn't take it Fez, I- I couldn't cope. You tried to comfort me, you tried to be there for me through it all but I just- the thing I needed wasn't you or your help, it was a little blue pill, a familiar and comforting friend. I knew you wouldn't give me any drugs, even if I begged you or yelled at you. I knew because of what happened with Rue, and I didn't want to hurt you like she did. I needed a fix but I was not about to steal it from you, or Ash or Marie, I was not about to try to steal from my family, so I texted the first person who I knew would get me what I needed, no questions asked..."

Fez eyed me cautiously, worried about my next sentence.

"... so I called Laurie."

He let out a frustrated groan.

"And I know, okay? I know it was stupid but I did what I needed to, what I felt like I needed to do in order to survive the withdra-"

"-When did you text her?", a simple, valid question to ask. One which the answer to would cause even more pain.

"A while ago... when I said my mom texted saying she missed me... she didn't. She never does, but that's not important righ-"

"-How did you even get Laurie's number?", oh no...

"Off your phone, when you'd gone to the bathroom and Ash was sleeping on the couch, I copied her number onto my phone and texted her..."

"Right", a one word, one syllable, holding a world of anger and hurt.

"I didn't want to do it baby, I-"

"But you did it anyway, you didn't want to but you did it anyway!", anger laced in his voice.

"I had to, I had to in order to get through!"

"No! You didn't! You didn't have to, you chose to!", he was full blown yelling now, something I'd never once seen him do before. It scared me, I felt bad being the cause of such anger but in the moment I didn't think clearly, the drugs I'd taken only an hour ago clouding my better judgement to feel bad, instead igniting a fire of anger within me.

"Who got me addicted in the first place, huh? Cause if I recall correctly, it was you Fez. You got me into this damn mess!"

A chuckle of disbelief left my boyfriends mouth, "You didn't just say that shit to me now did you Y/N?"

"I did, and I meant it. I wouldn't have become addicted if you'd just cut me off when I needed you to. But nooo, 'let's keep supplying her, let's keep giving her the drugs she wants, because then I get to spend more time with her, ooh let me get her fucked out of her mind so she'll fuck me and love me and-", my mocking of my potentially soon to be ex-boyfriend stopped when he got all in my face, startling me.

"You done?", anger seethed out of every fibre of his being, etched into his facial expressions and body language.

He was mad, furious, raging. I had struck a nerve, a big one.

I simply nodded in a reply to his question, fear flowing through every vain in my body. I knew that he wouldn't ever lay a finger on me but I was still frightened.

"You high right now?", he asked, repeating Ash's question from before.

"Yeah", I mumbled out my response in a whisper.

"Figured.", he sighed, running a hand over his face to center himself, "Aight Ma, I don't wanna fight when you're high, because it's making you say some really mean shit and I don't fuck with that, k?"

I nodded, once again.

"I just want to know what Laurie gave you, what she made you do for it and if you owe her anything", he asked me gently, anger leaving through every pore of his skin, leaving him the gentle giant I knew him to be.

I let out a shaky breath, "Fentanyl...", Fez sighed deeply, "Nothing, she sat me down asked if I was in withdrawal, I told her a was and she gave me the first bag on the house, to "quiet the demons" as she put it, and I don't... not that I know, I paid off all my debts with her. I was carful not to repeat Rue's mistakes."

He sighed, again. Something he'd been doing a lot lately, something my actions made him do.

"Fentanyl? Jesus Y/N, that shit isn't to be messed with, it's lethal!"

"I know! Okay?", I let out a heavy sign, "I told you I was a terrible person, I saw it and now so do you...", tears started forming in my eyes at the thought of the love of my life thinking of me as a terrible person but I knew he must think the worst of me, I know I do about myself.

"You're not a terrible person. You got roped into the wrong thing and you're gonna get yourself out", he stated, wiping a tear that had slipped through my eyelashes.

"I am because I want to get clean, I want to get off of it all for good and not have to rely on it to get me through the day. I want to do better, to be better but I can't do it alone, I can't do it without you or Ash, alright?"

He moved to cup my face in his hands.

"Alright, we're gonna get you clean, we're gonna get you back to the normal Y/N/N that we know and love, okay?", he looked gently into my eyes, expressing the utter love and care he felt for me.

"Okay"

The battle was far from over and it was going to be anything but easy, but I knew that I could conquer it, I knew that I could make it through as long as I had Fez and Ash by my side.

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[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Summer, Romance, Drama, And Dbz Au in "Diamond in the Rough"

It's Been almost 2 years Since Saphira Kicked her Ex-boyfriend Name Raymond Barren Out of her home after Being caught cheating with another woman...But thats not the only reason though..he treated her like a servant..make her cook and clean and also take advantage of her trust..Saphira knew she had it..and Now, Saphira came home from her date but turns out it was a Disaster as she sighs..and then She got called by her Best Friend Name Monique..and then She answers,

Saphira:" Mushi Mushi?"

Monique:" Hey Saph!, How's the Date been going?"

Saphira: "Really Disaster...not Like other 123 dates i've been on..and this is the Worst..Ugh"

Monique: "That Bad huh?"

Saphira: "Yea..You don't know the half of it..I'm telling you Monique..I can't Find a right guy..I mean..Look at me..I'm a Half Kitsune..who.."People" thought I was Going to Eat them like my Kind does..but I don't! ew..You don't know where its been! *Sighs*..I'm telling you...No man would ever want me...I'm doomed..."

Monique: "Saph..I have a Suprise for ya! Do you remember the Online Dating Site Where you Match up for a date 3 months ago?"

Saphira:" Yea? what about it??""

Monique:"Well there is another Dating Site that You Can Create your Own Dream guy Of your Life! And it'll be your favorite Characters from your favorite Shows!"

Saphira: "Wait What? They can Do that?!"

Monique: "Yea girl and I got you Hooked Up just Last 2 months ago, and It's your favorite character from the Dbz that you always talk about and he's a Legendary Super saiyan and I Bought it for you as a gift of our friendship"

Saphira: *gasp* "Monique, are you telling me that you Bought Broly?! Which one? orginal or new?"

Monique: " Orginal one Silly, I knew you were Obsessed with that.. So the Gift Should be here with in an hour ok? and the Date Will Be coming in Tomorrow Ok? So Be ready for this ok?"

Saphira; "Of course,, thank you Monique..you are my Bestest friend that I ever had in my life..How could I ever thank you for?"

Monique: "It's No problem Saph, besides...I can't Stand Seeing my Own best friend Being hurt all the time..So have a wonderful day and call me if the date went great!"

Saphira hangs up And she is Very Excited, an hour later She hears the Knock of the Door...She opens it and alot of delivery men Brought her favorite

Colored Flowers into a lovely Living room..She was so shocked..and saw a cute Giant Fox plushie as well.holding a romantic Love letter in it's mouth..She began to Open the Letter and it says

"To My Lovely Beauitful Blue Fox, Your an innocent Like an angel Sent from Heavens. I Long to wait to see you in person, When I was Created and heard your name made my heart skip the beat. I know I maybe Legendary Saiyan But you are the Goddess of beauty. I kept thinking of you every day Not Knowing what do you look like, But Doesn't matter to me and you will always be my lovely Goddess to me, I'll See you Alone at the Garden of Eden where I Will Meet you at last..My Lovely Blue Fox. Tomorrow Night I Will Finally See what my beautiful Goddess Looks like, Yours Truly~ Broly"

Saphira Sighs in love..as she began to head to go Shopping For a Special date, She got into spa and nail salon to get everything good and ready for tomorrow night..She was alot nervous at the time..and when that day came in..

Saphira began to wear a nice dress and she didn't know that the garden of eden was so quiet..She sees the Nice beautiful Dinner table..full of roses that glows at night..and had a huge screen being Hooked up..for Her favorite romantic movie Which is "Ever after the cinderella Story" When She sits down..She then heard the huge footsteps..and saw Broly and he said...

[geminixevans-stan]

Okay so I have recently discovered that I love when people like, tell me not to cuss.

Idk how to explain it. Like, when a dom tells their sub/little not to cuss, and they do it anyways and there’s consequences?

LIKE THAT’S SO HOT TO ME. I know I always rag on the “language” line from Steve but that gives me so many dirty thoughts.

Just imagine like, almost tripping or something, and saying “fuck” then you hear that low “what’d you just say?”

Like ohhh shit, it’s abt to go down.

I just feel like Steve would be the type to not like when you cussed.

“Can’t have such dirty words comin’ from a pretty mouth like this baby, can we?”

Just ugh, idk why I like that, especially when I cuss like a damn sailor

Lmaoooo I hate you!! @spikefromlr

Bad Words

Words: 2k+

Summary: Steve’s princess has a filthy mouth

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (m), face fucking, belt choking, spit play, Alpine being a dick.

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Steve would definitely be the one with the “no cursing” rule and he knows you can control your mouth so he doesn’t dare do strikes. If one slips out your mouth, you better hope he’s having a good day.

The last time you let a curse word taint your pretty tongue, he didn’t wash your mouth out with soap. That’s way too easy. No, he made sure to shove his cock down your throat over and over until you no longer had a voice for a week.

That was well over six months ago and you haven’t dared gotten close to cursing not once and he hasn’t been more proud of your progress. He even littered your face with kisses praising you for keeping your mouth clean of such bad words.

To him, his best girl doesn’t need to taint her lips with such foul words, and only he uses them when he’s balls deep in your tight little cunt every night. He states that it’s too perfect not to let a few curse words here and there.

Today started out like any other day, the house quiet as ever excluding the sound of Steve’s voice in his office. He had to take a quick zoom meeting with the Avengers to handle some things and then he would be all yours for the entire day. He had his door ajar as the meeting went on, listening to some of the members talking.

You were coming from the kitchen having grabbed a snack when you stepped and slipped on a toy ball laying mindlessly on the floor, “Shit! Fucking dammit Alpine!” you shrieked at the white furball. Laying on your back, you rubbed the side of your thigh as he gave soft licks to your face. So focused on the pain, you didn’t see Steve leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a stare that could have killed you

The pain was now gone but an ice coldness ran up your spine. Looking over at him with wide eyes, his face never changed as he spoke coldly, “My hearing must be going bad princess. But what’d you just say?” You lifted yourself up sitting on your bottom, downcasting your eyes. Knowing you were in trouble was sending you into a frenzy. “Ah ah ah. Eyes up here princess. What’s daddy’s rule?” he asked as you shot your eyes back up at him.

His one rule out of a few and you just broke it again. He told you that it would be worse the next time and you were doing so well. Taking a large gulp, your lips trembling as you spoke, “Daddy’s princess doesn’t curse,” you say in a defeated tone.

He let out a hum as he kept his eyes on you, “That’s funny princess. I counted 3 curse words in 2 seconds. Care to explain why?” The look in his eyes meant business and you didn’t want to make it any worse than it already was going to be.

Gripping the yellow ball in your hand and pointing to the observant cat, “It was Alpine! His ball was just on the floor. I didn’t look and I slipped and fell on it.” looking down again, you rubbed the soreness of where you fell.

Steve pushed himself from the door frame and over to you. Leaning down he gripped your thigh lightly, you wincing a little, “Shh it’s okay baby, nothing broken. Since that’s the case…” He trailed off, unbuckling his belt and placing it around your neck. Pushing the end tip through the buckle, he tightened around your neck, pulling at the strap. “Knees. Now.”

You scramble to your knees and press your palms flat to your thighs just how he likes it, your lip quivering as he stands over you. Steve sees the fear in your eyes, leaning to caress your cheek with his thumb, “Oh princess, daddy has to clean that filthy mouth of yours. You don’t want a dirty mouth do you?” he coos at you, watching as you shake your head from side to side.

Straightening up he releases his cock, the tip already leaking with clear fluid, “Good girl. Now take your cleansing and I might bathe your throat with daddy’s milk.” A whimper escapes your lips, looking up as your tongue spills from your mouth, Steve giving a hum of appreciation. He bends down releasing the slack of the belt, bringing his face level to yours. Gripping the sides of your face, spitting directly into your mouth.

He stands back up gripping his cock in one hand the belt strap in the other, shoving the tip past your full lips. Steve lets out a low groan, “Fuck princess, so perfect for such a nasty mouth,” he says leaning his head back as he rocks his hips back and forth into your mouth. He showed you mercy for a moment before wrapping the strap around his fist and plunging sharply down your throat.

Snapping his hips repeatedly, you feeling him reach farther in your throat, it clenching each time you gag and spit at the base. The noises escaping his lips each time it happens. Hollowing out your cheeks and breathing through your nose, you take his thrusts as your clench your thighs from the gush of slick coating your thighs.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the spit falling from the corners of your mouth mixes with the salty fluid. The arousal flooding your panties becoming too much and you needed a sense of release. Sliding your hand between your thighs, you cup your clothed core rocking against your palm, letting out muffled moans. Steve snapped his head down, seeing the sight before him.

He let out a sharp growl, pulling the belt tighter around your throat, “Move your fucking hand! If you think you get to cum,” he chuckles darkly, “Sadly mistaken princess,” he says before pulling the strap, making your look up at him. He pulled his cock from your lips, leaning down to spit down your throat again.

You moan from the slick fluid slide down your throat, catching your breath before it’s filled again with his cock. So enthralled with your punishment, you two didn’t hear the front door opening.

Bucky’s heavy footsteps enter in as he makes it in the house, standing still at the sight before him, “Well what did I walk in on?” he smirks as he looks over at you and Steve. He can hear the loud gags and slurps from lips and Steves grunts, his cock hardening through his jeans.

Steve grunts again, holding the leather in his hands, “mmph! Princess said a bad word. Fuck! Three to be exact,” slapping his hips faster as he balls bounce off your chin, “Had to clean her mouth is all. Wanna help buck?” He says to his friend and without being asked twice, Bucky stalked his way over.

Palming at his growing erection, he looking at your mouth being filled and smirking down at you, “Yeah punk, gotta make sure her pretty mouth is fully clean,” he says while releasing his jeans button and fishing his cock from them. Stroking it to full length your eyes widen at how thick and veiny it is.

Your throat tightens from the pressure of the belt, looking up at Steve, “Daddy’s gonna let Buck finish cleaning your mouth okay? Be good and you get double the milk,” you nod your head slowly, earning a small smile from him. He pulls his cock from your drooling mouth, handing Bucky the belt strap.

Bucky stands over you, cupping your face in his hands. He smiles down at you, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Hi princess, been a bad girl today huh?” you nod at him slowly, hearing his light laugh as he straightens back up, “‘s okay pretty girl, gonna help wash the filth from that pretty tongue.”

Steve stands to the side, wrapping his thick fingers around his length, watching Bucky slide his cock down your throat, “Shit! No wonder your daddy’s happy all the time. Fucking mouth is a dream,” he says letting out a breathy moan. You let your tongue swirl over his thickness tasting him fully. You let out a muffled moan squeezing your thighs together as Bucky thrust over and over into your mouth.

This spit and precum mix dripped from your chin to your chest, making it easier for him to abuse your aching throat. He pulled out momentarily, capturing your lips with his before spitting into your mouth. Your eyes rolled to white at the nasty act, swallowing every drop, “Been holding out on this perfect mouth punk,” he calls over to Steve.

Steve wraps his fist tighter around his cock, stroking it furiously as he watches you swallowing Bucky’s cock, “Have it whenever you want Buck. She doesn’t mind. Do you princess?”

You looking at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips, you let out a soft hoarse tone, “No daddy, I don’t mind,” you pant out, feeling the tug of the belt as Bucky invades your mouth. He wraps the strap tighter around his fist, sinking his entire length in your pulsing throat. He sinks his fingers in your tight curls holding your head in place.

Never taking his eyes off you, he pushes your head down, your nose touching his pelvis. He holds you there tightening the leather around your neck. Your throat constricts around his cock, cursings spilling from his mouth, “Fuck princess that’s how you do it. ‘m not gonna last in this pretty mouth,” he says through gritted teeth. He lets your head go pulling from your mouth. He looks over at Steve still stroking his cock, “What ya say punk, her mouth clean enough?”

Steve looks down at you, feeling pride in you. He tightens the grip on his cock, quickening his pace as he blows out shaky breaths, “Yeah… shit… fuck come here princess,” ripping you from Bucky’s fingers. He fills your mouth, gripping both sides of your face as he fucks your throat, feeling his balls draw up to his impending orgasm. He looks over to Bucky and groaning loudly, “Fuck! Get over here, Buck.”

Bucky wasted no time making it over to you both, stroking his cock in the same motion as Steve’s strokes in your mouth. You look between both super-soldiers, knowing they were close. Hearing the loud growl from Steve’s mouth, he slips out tapping your cheek, “Open up baby,” he instructs you, your mouth hanging open as you feeling ropes of Steve’s cum shoot across your tongue. “Fuck! Got damn princess,” shouts Steve as he rides his high out in your mouth.

You feel a second round of hot cum hit the back of your throat as Bucky lets out a broken groan, filling your mouth, “Shit! Take all of it, princess. Every last drop.” Obeying like a good girl, you swallow the entire load, sticking your tongue out for them to inspect.

Steve leans down, crashing his lips to yours as his tongue dives in tasting the mingled mixture of him and Bucky. You lean up to him deepening the kiss as he releases the belt from your neck. He pulls back, looking down at you as bucky leans down and sliding his tongue in your mouth as he sucks on your plump bottom lip. He gets his fill, releasing his lips from yours.

You feel Steve pulling you up and picking you up bridal style, lacing your face in kisses, “Did so good princess,” he beams, “Gonna see if you got any bruises okay?” you nodded tiredly as he looks over at Bucky, “And keep Alpine’s toys off the floor. He almost killed her,” he chuckles.

Alpine gave a low growl over at Steve, his eyes lowered. Bucky picked up the white furball, snuggling him to his chest, “He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Ain’t that right,” he coos at the cat.

Steve shook his head, laughing lightly at the exchange, “That cat is a demon Buck. They can’t be trusted.”