#and makes her extra extra lunch

[kristensdexscore]

kristen may not be the favourite of any of the bad kids' parents, but i KNOW lydia barkrock loves that girl with her whole heart!!!

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I don't have a lot of energy these days [because of The Horrors] so I'm looking at my day and my priorities and trying to plan how I'm going to spend what energy I have, because I do need to be able to rest and relax but there are also things that need doing and that is a careful balance for me.

I managed to [mostly] clean the kitchen last night so I've kicked it out of the priority list until next weekend. Unfortunately the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and my office all need cleaning too. I think of the priorities, my office and the bedroom are the most important to me, so I'll probably push the living room and bathroom until at least Friday.

There's also the laundry. I don't have any clean clothes and as we're moving into winter I need to be more rigid about getting that done because days where the clothes can be dried on the line will be more limited. So I definitely need to wash an outfit or two and hang them up in the next hour.

That's already a really busy day, so I'll probably cut it there. But it's definitely going to still leave me a lot of work this week. Half my cleaning, at least one more round of laundry, settling dog food for the next couple of weeks, planting the fall/winter greens, doing some set up work on my computer, work on some writing projects, cleaning out the fridge, and patching some worn clothes. My work week isn't insane atm, but it is definitely limiting. Right now I have 6+4+0+4+2+5+5= 25 non work/non-survival needs (sleep, food, shower, etc) hours available each week. I need to figure out a regukar distribution of these that means everything is getting done and I still have an hour a day to myself as often as possible. I think it's probably not realistic to give myself more than an hour a day for free time/fun, which is a bit unfortunate because I've found in the past that my floor tends to be getting 2-3hrs of free time most days because of how I deal with transition and decision-making.

25-7 [1hr per day] is 18 hrs, so I just need to decide where and how to distribute those in order to keep pace with things.

Lets say the garden needs 3hrs per week, the laundry needs 4 hours (specifically 2 sets of 2 morning/early afternoon hours), the cleaning needs an hour a day to get through a maintenance clean of the house, and 3 hours once a week to work down any deep cleaning that's built up. Which is....already three more hours than I actually have each week. So I guess I'll make a plan to work in the garden for 20-40min of 4 of my free hours each week.

It really doesn't leave me any wiggle room. Only about 4 hours a week that isn't explicitly allotted to something that needs doing, which means there will probably me a lot of weeks where I only get an hour or so at best across the whole thing for free time. I guess I've had a hard time accepting that at this point, having actual time for myself or a time-intensive project is only available if I've taken a day off work. I love my job, but it's ... not comfortable to realize that it's the only love in my life I actually have time for anymore.

I think that's probably why I end up here so much. It's this mindless little way of zoning out into my own head, dissociating away from the exhaustion, for a few minutes at a time. I keep thinking I want to use this space differently, make it more if the things I enjoy. But I think what I really want is just to actually have the time and energy to do things I love that take work. I keep crying a few times every day and I couldn't figure out why, but like

I dunno

Why **wouldn't** I cry a little every day? It's the closest I'm getting to actual emotional release or relaxation in my life. We'd probably all cry. Heck. A lot of us probably DO, capitalism being what it is.

I guess I'm starting to wonder why I'm doing what I'm doing. What is there left for me to sacrifice to this life? What is actually serving me about not just letting myself go up like a fireball and take my surroundings with me? What in the ever loving fuck am I fighting this hard for?

All I ever want, all I want now, is to be able to live. To really, actually live. How does wanting to live bring you this close to killing yourself, whether on accident or on purpose? What am I actually doing that is LIVING and what am I doing that is FACILITATION of living? It can't all be facilitation, or I'm not actually facilitating fuck all.

I'm 30 goddamn years old and I need to figure out what it looks like to actually love my life. I fundamentally refuse to zombify myself like this for everyone else around me forever.

[thedisablednaturalist]

surely a chronically ill person can go a day without EATING right? It's not like I'm managing a complicated illness that requires strict management right? And I totally don't need to be pain free for work tomorrow right!?!!

/sarcasm

[seeyouinthespring]

kinda wish i would never have to talk to my mom again but we're roommates rn so that can't even happen

[llycaons]

day over, whew. I probably would have been fine doing the rest of the case, but I'm feeling tired again and not regretting getting relieved. but it WAS a good day genuinely I was reminded of things I should have known and just forgot, and the day went quickly. the power of caffeine...

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi!! I love 5+1 things and wanted to share my request with you! Please choose the AU you think it fits!

5 times Gil remembers her little quirks and habits, and 1 time she remember his. 

The first time he noticed one of her habits, he was quite sure he wasn't supposed to. They didn't know each other that well--him and the Ice Queen. And he was even more sure that she liked it that way.

They were across from each other at a quarterly meeting between some of the largest territory holders in the area. Ajak was checking on everyone; she had a bit of a habit of worrying over them, like a mother hen of sorts.

Gilgamesh admittedly didn't always pay a lot of attention in said meetings. Koreatown was pretty self-contained. He mostly showed up to maintain mutual respect and then spent the whole time looking around the room like a kid in a class.

The Ice Queen had painfully good posture. Back rigid, shoulders poised, that lace shawl that was always dangling around her was ever present. Sometimes it was up around her shoulders and sometimes it sat in the crooks of her elbows like a scarf or something. It looked sheer but it had some kind of design in it if seen closely enough.

Not that he looked at it that much.

The Ice Queen, although sitting like a perfect porcelain doll, also seemed lacking in attention. Ikaris was briefing them about something and her eyes had drifted away from him and just downward slightly. She could pretend to be paying attention again in an instant.

She was tracing her fingers over her lace.

Gil was silent, leaning in his chair and watching her move her fingers gently, almost subconsciously seeming. She was tracing that pattern that was so delicately and lovingly woven into the small but strong strands. It reminded him of when he got his first gang tattoo as a young kid; he would trace his fingers over it when he was bored.

As if sensing him smiling at her, her eyes flicked up to him, sharp and cold as the knives she carried.

He rushed his eyes away; the last person he wanted to anger was her.

Then, when they were having 'private meetings', he noticed something else about her. His Ice Queen - as he liked to call her in his head - was not good at...initiating things.

Even though they always ended up in her office, it was always him that ended up calling her about business. She would be the one to say that they should meet at her office instead of his, and he didn't blame her if she wanted the extra security of familiar territory in which to...meet.

He would come over, transition from his security into hers. He would wait for her to finish her work, lying on her couch until she was ready for him (his heart pounding and blood rushing already). When he heard her set down her pen it was a sign that she was done and he could approach her.

She was the one in control--in power. She made him approach her, make the first move, initiate things. And he kind of loved it. He had never been afraid of a powerful woman, and Thena was about as powerful as they came.

Gil stared at his phone, swiping through his calendar. He had put off three rather important meetings just to be here, today in particular. It wasn't good business, and his assistants and security of his own business were starting to get concerned.

He knew they knew, and they knew that he knew that they knew. But tight lips could save a life, in their business. And even more than that, everyone knew better than to be on the bad side of the Ice Queen.

They knew how down bad he already was.

"Ahem."

Gil startled, looking up from his position stretched out on the couch.

Thena started down at him, her arms crossed, "am I interrupting your busy schedule, Tyrant?"

"Uh," he blinked, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp as he rushed to sit up properly. He hadn't even heard her walk over to him. "S-Sorry, I-"

"If you have other engagements, Gilgamesh," she started in a tone that sounded miffed. But it soften just the slightest bit when she added, "you could have simply said so."

His eyes brightened, but she was already looking away from him. The Ice Queen didn't do softness (not by her own choice, at least). He grinned, practically throwing his phone across the room in his eagerness to give her his undivided attention. "C'mere, Ice."

Thena huffed, "you do not-!"

He pulled her down to him, settling her on his lap as he kissed her. For all her attempts to seem like she was resisting him, she moaned as their lips met, just like he did.

They were already pulling at each other's clothes like horny teenagers. But they didn't have all day for these private meetings of theirs. Thena's lips dragged away from his as she tore his shirt open, "you couldn't hear me?"

Hear her? He didn't...he searched through his mind. His eyes had been on his phone, but he could remember a sound a little ways away. It happened once, then twice, and it got louder and louder.

She had been putting her pen down again and again, harder and harder. She had been trying to get his attention...in a very Thena way. His face lit up again and she turned away from him, some pink rising in that pale skin of hers.

She had been initiating things, in her own way.

After the whole Little Heiress debacle, when he was still proving himself, he got to notice even more. In Thena's efforts to shut him out again, he still got to see more of her than he had before.

She still didn't let him take her on dates, or even 'meetings', as she was still calling them. They either met about business or they met to fulfill a physical need. It was only sometimes when he would manage to convince her to have a meal with him while he was loitering around her office.

But her affections were still there, just in smaller ways. She wouldn't let him call her 'baby' or 'princess' or 'sweetness' as much, but she would let him kiss her cheek before they parted ways. It was something.

And she wouldn't let him hold her hand for no reason, but she would let him brush her hair out of his way to touch her shoulder sometimes. It was something.

And she wouldn't say 'I love you' back. He didn't blame her for that one. But she had stopped ordering him to stop saying it, and that was at least something.

"Hey," he said gently as he sat up from lying around on her couch. She barely looked up from her paperwork. He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket, "I have a meeting I have to go to."

He was in his own office so seldom these days, reluctant to be away from her for too long.

"Hm," she sighed, going back to her own work. It was as good a send off as he was going to get, probably.

He came over to her desk anyway, though, putting his hand next to hers and leaning down, "it should be over by 4. Can I come back then?"

He always asked, now, never assuming he was welcome unless she told him.

Rather than just shrug at him, she sighed, "I have a meeting until 5--after that."

He smiled, kissing the back of her head on her silken hair, which she allowed. It was something. "I'll bring dinner."

Thena's hand moved away from her papers and to his, her finger delicately tapping against the ring tattooed on his finger. "If you like."

It was as good as an 'I love you', and that was something.

He had become pretty comfortable at her place, even before the whole 'getting shot' thing. And in the time following the shooting and his recovery, he had only come to know it as his own place more and more.

Thena always reminded him that he didn't live here and wasn't technically moved in with her. And yet she would include his stuff in her laundry service, had his car added to the building's security clearance for the garage, and even started entrusting him with her grocery deliveries.

She was a terrible cook. He knew that already, but the first time he had seen how truly little there was in her fridge he had nearly fainted.

For the first few weeks after the shooting, he would only work from home and go into the office for meetings. She was back in her office full time, of course.

She would get up, and that would wake him up too, since they slept so entangled with each other. He would kiss her good morning and she would tell him to go back to sleep. And at first, he did, the latent fatigue of injury and his meds suppressing his desire to get up.

But as time went on, he started falling back asleep less and less. Even when he laid back down and tried, he didn't necessarily fall back into slumber. And he started noticing something.

He would listen as Thena went into the luxurious bathroom attached to the bedroom. She would do whatever skincare or makeup she did, brush her hair, get ready for the day--all that. And perhaps because she thought he was still asleep, she would come over to his side of the bed.

She would lean over and, now with minty toothpaste breath, kiss him again oh-so gently. Her hand would press over his heart lightly and she would whisper an 'I love you' against his cheek. Then she would take her lace from the hook on her side of the bed and be off.

He heard the tap shut off and the spit of toothpaste. Something about seeing the polished and pristine Ice Queen so human--so mundane and domestic, really enchanted him. He loved that she had a real, human life under all the sparkle and image and power. He loved that he was a part of it.

Thena came back in, her heels soft on the rug below the bed. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she prepared to lean down to him and kiss him goodbye a second time.

Gil caught her hand atop his heart, opening his eyes just to wink at her, "hey, Ice."

She huffed at him, although he could tell she didn't appreciate the embarrassment of being caught. "If you're already up, you could get some work done, you know."

"Soon," he chuckled, letting her protest in her own way. He leaned up, kissing her properly, tasting the toothpaste she used. His other hand came up to run through her hair and over her cheek, clinging to her.

Thena moaned gently, leaning up until he couldn't follow her anymore. She pressed him back down to the bed and flicked her hair over her shoulder again, "was that all?"

He loved her. He grinned, "I guess."

"Hm," she gave him a little hint of a smile too, poking him right over his heart to press him into the pillows again, "rest, Tyrant. Koreatown will need its King back in the throne."

He sighed, still lying around on her silk pillows, naked under her cotton sheets. His head rolled to the side, watching her walk to the door of her - their - bedroom. "I love you, Thena."

She paused at the door, smiling (just not in his direction). "Get up and take a shower, Gilgamesh. You need it...after last night."

Now that they were engaged, he was certain that he knew everything there was to know about his Ice Queen. Every little habit, all of her little thoughts and quirks and fears. If his Ice Queen had fears, that was to say, because obviously she was fearless. Almost.

He couldn't blame her; his aunt was truly terrifying. But Imo liked Thena! He kept telling her that, but Thena was still a little nervous around her, despite his attempts to talk her out of it.

"Hey," he whispered as he came over to the sink with more dishes and plates in hand. He set them on the counter, reaching for Thena's hand in the sink, "will you sit down? Let me take care of these."

Thena glanced behind her for just a second, "you should visit with Imo."

Gil chuckled, pulling Thena's hands out of the water and patting them dry, "I've visited with her plenty. I'm sure she's sick of me by now anyway. She keeps asking me where her daughter has gotten to."

Thena smiled shyly, looking towards Imo's beautiful dining room again. Imo had changed her tune quickly from wondering what Gil was doing staying in America to accepting Thena as his wife-to-be. "I'm trying to thank her for her hospitality, especially after making such a beautiful meal for us."

"Hey, I helped," he pouted at her.

Thena just shook her head, but she was smiling when she leaned in for a gentle kiss. "You always make beautiful meals."

"Thena!"

Gil held back a laugh as Thena jumped at Imo's sharp and sudden calling of her name. He whispered, "she won't bite."

"Y-Yes, Imo," Thena answered demurely, walking back into the dining room and leaning against the door frame.

The matriarch waved her hand at her, the sleeve of her jeogori moving with it, "you leave him to that. Come and talk with me."

"I-" Thena turned, but he already had his sleeves rolled up, ready to finish what Thena had started.

He grinned, "you girls chat. I'll join you when I'm done."

He kissed her cheek as he slipped her ring back onto her finger for her.

"Dishes, Gilgamesh!"

He sighed; Imo was suddenly Thena's biggest fan, but still scandalized whenever he wanted to so much as kiss his fiance. "Yeah, yeah."

"Come and sit," he heard her say to Thena much more gently.

"Yes, Imo."

Gil groaned as he slid back into the bed--their bed, in their bedroom, in their penthouse home. "Fuck, it's nice to be home."

"It was a very nice trip," Thena sighed as she also slid into bed next to him. She pulled her lace off and hung it up next to the bed, adjusting the straps of her little silk nightdress. "It was nice of Imo to have us at her home."

Gil just smiled up at her from his pillow. Imo loved Thena--just adored her. She told him herself that she had apparently given up on the idea of having a daughter-in-law because he didn't seem to have any prospects when he left Korea (rude).

"I'm going to ask Kingo to arrange for some flowers to be sent to her from us," Thena narrated as she settled onto her pillow next to him. "Do you think that would be acceptable to her?"

Gil unfolded his arms and brought hers up to his lips, kissing the ring on her finger, "she'll love it, baby. She's already bragging about you to her business associates."

Thena just smiled, letting him kiss his way up the inside of her wrist. "I should be bragging. She is a revered business owner, and in a time when it was even harder for a women to build her own syndicate like that."

Gil nodded, rolling onto his back more to flail his hand at his bedside table. "I can look up what companies there will do deliveries."

"Gil-"

"Imo likes traditional stuff, I'm sure there'll be plenty of options for old lady flowers."

Thena laughed faintly, "Gil."

He sighed, turning over and not finding his phone at all, just his lamp and his watch and wallet. He turned over, "Princess, did I leave my phone-"

Thena pointed over her shoulder, where his phone was sitting in a little nook in the headboard. Usually she left her keys and her knives up there, but there was his phone, wirelessly charging and everything.

Gil blinked at it. "Was there always a charger there?"

"No." Nothing if not concise, his Ice Queen. She smiled, though, lying down and tucking herself into his side with her hand on his heart, like she always did. "You're always feeling around for your phone with your right hand in the morning."

It was reflexive. He was right handed, but his right hand was always occupied with holding Thena's shoulder. His left was just a little slower at reaching for his phone in the morning.

"So I put it up there so you can reach it easier," she sighed, nuzzling her head in under his chin just the way she liked it.

Gil just stared at her (at the top of her head, at least). He hadn't thought anything of it. If anything, it was just something that he did when he was half asleep and hadn't had any coffee yet. But she had gone to the trouble of getting a wireless charger installed in the frame of their bed so he could reach his phone better in the mornings?

Thena sighed as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair. "I can feel you looking for it when we get up for work. I don't know where you put it before we were sleeping together."

He sighed as well, adjusting his arm around her delicate, beautiful frame against him, pressing his cheek to her forehead. "I prefer not to think about that sad, sad time in my life, Ice."

[exopelagic]

auuudggghghhrhrhrbrr

[tariah23]

My upcoming check is so pitiful wtf

[ii-zi]

Made my sister lunch for tomorrow heehee

[zemnarihah]

art students are suuuuch babies dude i actually can't believe all the profs are so nice i'd be grabbing people by the shoulders and shaking them and yelling "JUST REMIX THE FUCKING COLOR WHY HAVE YOU TAKEN 3 PAINTING CLASSES AND YOU STILL WONT EVEN ATTEMPT TO MATCH A COLOR THAT YOU MIXED BEFORE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME DO YOU HAVE LITERALLY NO DESIRE TO IMPROVE OR DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND THE PERSON WHO IS ALWAYS MAKING INCREIDBLE WORK IS ONLY OUTSIDE FACTORS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE NO CONTROL OVER RATHER THAN WORK AND A WILLINGNESS TO TRY CHALLENGING THINGS

[caelcstis]

mom woke me up to let me know that she made lunch so i am up somehow-

[fortunatefool]

Not to date myself but sometimes in the middle of a crisis u get to hear Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare) by Kid Cudi featuring MGMT and Ratatat, Steve Aoki Remix and feel joy for the first time in a week and a half

[writersdrug]

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:

In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."

Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.

Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.

Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.

Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.

Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.

Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.

Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.

[pineconnie]

Fave martin blackwood things:

- lied about a MASTERS in PARAPSYCHOLOGY in his cv. why did he choose such a niche study like how many jobs could that even get you (EDIT I now know what a CV is and that he’s not telling every job he has a masters sorry guys I’m very jobless 🙏)

- writes the most terrible poetry you’ve ever heard (said with love) and plays background music while recording it onto a tape recorder for the vibes

- when encountering a terrifying worm lady that tries to add you to her flesh hive, he MAKES SURE to keep some of her worms just so he can stick it in his bosses face

-the rudest guy in the world (said boss) does one nice thing for him that he didn’t expect and he immediately falls in love (this is real to me ok let me have this)

-wears video game shirts to work

-goes on rants about spiders importance to the ecosystem to a guy with the worst arachnophobia ever

-hides CO2 cans so that ‘the worms don’t find it’

-forces his boss to go on lunch dates with him so he doesn’t completely lose it to paranoia

-walked into his bosses office, found a DEAD BODY THAT WAS DEFINITELY MURDERED, and all he says is “oh jon 😕😕”

-has practically the same reaction later on when someone tells him his boss compelled them to relive their worst trauma

-gets told the guy he’s been in love with for multiple years treats him horribly and goes “yeah and”

-outsmarted an avatar of the lonely despite being in a horrible depressive episode with no contact to anyone else

-manages to make peter fully believe he’s dedicated to the lonely even as his crush of many many years is practically confessing his love at every interaction

s5 martin is my favourite id need a whole extra post for him loml

[neothebean]

So my workplace cut everybody's hours, including full-timers, claiming they'll "reevaluate" in the second quarter (note that everybody who decided this and are implementing it are salary and therefore not affected). Anyway, they keep saying that hours will go back up, but I don't really buy that, because:

Scenario A: Sales go up while hours are being cut, corporate goes, "Cool! We can make more money AND pay the employees less by not giving them hours! Let us continue this new procedure."

Scenario B: Sales are still down, corporate goes, "Man we're still not making money, better cut hours even more."

I just don't see hours going back up, y'know? Because if they already think that the stores can function with fewer hours (and fewer employees; we used to be fully staffed at 15 people, now we're fully staffed at 10, three of whom work ~10 hours a week), then they're looking at it purely on paper and nothing on that paper is going to advocate for giving us back our full hours.

So when my boss (who is salary) keeps trying to tell me "it's only temporary," it really does nothing but make me angrier

[koling2345]

Retired Simon| NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Retired! Simon who: Signed the papers to retire as soon as your daughter was born. He wouldn't risk his daughter growing up without a father and you becoming a widow. Never.

Retired! Simon who: Got a job in construction, it was nothing much, quite simple compared to what he'd already had in the army. What he had to do was more related to manual labor. Which he was already used to.

Retired! Simon who: Always came home at six, all tired and sweaty from an exhausting day's work. Working as a construction helper wasn't easy, but for someone who had already worked in much worse situations, it seemed like a piece of cake.

Retired! Simon who: Loved the feeling of coming home, and seeing you and his daughter waiting for him, you with a smile on your face, and the little girl speaking some gibberish, and making loud noises when she saw her father. It was a little piece of heaven on earth.

Retired! Simon who: Was crazy about your food, there was nothing better than coming home and smelling the food you made, it made his stomach rumble. That's why you always made extra food, because he ate like an elephant, literally, you could fill his plate, and he would repeat it. He just loved your food.

Retired! Simon who: Didn't take long to acquire a sweet tooth, your desserts just ruined him. Even if he ate more than enough at dinner, there was always more room for whatever dessert you made. Cake? Oh, he'd eat half the cake in one day, especially if you put icing on it. From time to time, he would eat your sweets and steal your chocolate from the fridge. So it was no surprise when you shouted 'Simon Riley' around the house. He already knew the crime he'd committed, and he wasn't the least bit sorry.

Retired! Simon who: Absolutely adored coming home to hear your little girl talking, she still struggled to pronounce the right words, but Simon made an effort to understand the little princess, even if she said silly childish things. Since she was always complaining about how tiring her day was, that she did a lot of things. She'd only put her toys back in the toy box.

Retired! Simon who: Loved it when you'd bring him lunch at work, it was a good excuse to chat with you during his break. As well as stealing a few kisses from you. Sometimes even something more.

Retired! Simon who: No matter how tired he was, he always put your little girl to sleep, telling her her favorite princess story, watching as she slowly fell asleep. Every time Simon saw his daughter sleeping so peacefully, he felt his heart flutter. It was a view he would never be tired of.

Retired! Simon who: Helped you with the housework, hated you being overwhelmed, so he washed the dinner dishes, put the clothes in the wash, prepared a bath for you. He himself would rather die of exhaustion than see you doing too many chores. He was your husband, so he always helped you. He always put you first, even if he arrived completely exhausted. It was nothing much, just him being a descent husband, as you deserved.

Retired! Simon who: Sometimes he came home so tired, all he wanted was a good head, his body was so sore, all he wanted was to sit on the sofa and let you do the work, getting down on your knees and deep- throat him. Just the way he loved it, his cock shoved into your mouth, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, while you looked up at him, eyes filling with tears, you obeyed his words of encouragement, always taking him deeper. Until you choked, and he pushed deep into your throat.

Retired! Simon who: Always gave you rewards after a well-delivered oral, this consisted of waking you up with him right between your legs, head buried between your thighs while he lapped you up. Sucking your clit really hard, just to hear you wake up, moaning and whimpering that you were sensitive. Not that he was going to stop, because he was working on you even more.

Retired! Simon who: Loved the lazy sex sessions in the morning, he loved seeing you all sensitive and sly, taking his cock so well, even though you were drunk with sleep. Sometimes he'd just turn you over and put his cock in your sopping cunt, because he knew you were always ready for him. You were made for him, after all.

Retired! Simon who: Was a complete slut for you, could never keep his hands off you, sometimes even at work he would ask for photos, so he could jerk off and relieve a little of his stress. And he would definitely fuck you hard when he got home.

Retired! Simon who: Also loved having romantic sex with you, having you on his lap while you rode his cock, slowly, at your own pace. His hands on your hips while the two of you kissed, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He liked it so much, he couldn't feel your pussy clenching around his girth, he'd come just like that. Your fault for doing it so well.

Retired! Simon who: Never thought he wanted to have a big family, until you got pregnant. After your first child, he certainly wanted more, of course, if you wanted them too. And given the countless times he's taken you around the house, it wouldn't be a surprise if you turned up pregnant once again.

Retired! Simon who: Wouldn't trade anything, absolutely anything, for his family. As much as he loved his old job, nothing was better than coming home, warm food, a sweet little girl, and a beautiful wife, that was priceless. And he'd be crazy to let that go.

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Hi guys! Sorry for disappearing, I'm just posting to let you know I'm alive. If I manage to post anything in the next few days, it's scheduled, I won't be able to answer comments or questions, I'm in my college exam week 😐. I'm totally cooked🫠, so I should only be around for the next week! I'm not ignoring anyone, I promise to reply as soon as I can 🫶🏻