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Corporate 02x02 “The Concert”

Chris Fleming as Todd

[hgfictionwriter]

Midnight Satisfaction

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie wakes up flustered and needy one night and you catch her relieving her frustrations alone. You tell her there’s no need. You’re there for the taking - whether you’re awake or not.

Warnings: G!P content. Free-use reader. Consensual borderline somnophilia. Masturbation (J). Language.

A/N: This combines two requests I received. Thank you to those anons. This is not connected to Control or Discovery.

Jessie stirred from her sleep, fidgeting in bed slightly until the tightness in her boxers warded off all residual drowsiness. She glanced down and even in the darkness of the room could see evidence of the arousal that had woken her from her sleep.

She exhaled a bit roughly in frustration. Not only at this nocturnal need she'd awoken with, but at the loss of sleep. She had an early practice and needed all the sleep she could get.

She huffed again and turned onto her side, closing her eyes as she tried to find sleep once more. Instead, she was sorely distracted by the throbbing between her legs, any movement doing nothing more than making the need more unbearable. Normally, it would pass on its own, but this particular instance persisted and she felt impatient.

She peeked over her shoulder to look at you. She could hear your breathing, so she should've known you weren't awake; still, when she saw you cuddled up in the blankets fast asleep, it disappointed her anyway. Sure, there was no guarantee you'd be interested in helping her with this particular hardship, but with you asleep there wasn't even a chance. Now, frankly, the erection straining in her boxers was merely a nuisance.

She released a muffled growl of complaint as she quietly tossed the covers off, careful not to wake you, before she padded over to your ensuite bathroom. She closed the door behind her and turned on the light, wincing and screwing her eyes shut for several seconds until ready to brave the bright lights again. She opened one eye, then two, still frowning heavily as her vision adjusted.

As she approached the toilet, she glanced down and was met with the sight of the blatant tent in her boxers from her arousal. She sighed once more.

Lifting her phone in one hand, she unlocked it and began to navigate to her hidden photos. A lazy smirk crossed her face as she accessed them and saw thumbnails of various photos of you in lingerie or fully naked posing for her. Her favourite of all were the ones of you touching yourself, positioned on your back, legs spread.

Her mouth opened in appreciation of the photos and she slipped her other hand into her boxers to pull out her hard cock, it standing stiff and erect now unencumbered by the fabric. She reached out to grab some lotion and returned her hand to her cock, wrapping her fingers around it and massaging the lotion along her length. She lingered at the tip, circling it with her thumb and couldn't help but picture your skillful tongue doing the work instead.

She moaned softly at the vision in her head.

Returning her attention to her phone, she opened up one of the photos. She'd caught several glorious shots of you masturbating. In this one, your hand was between your legs with two of your fingers spreading your lips while a third pushed inside you.

"Fuck," Jessie whispered as she began to stroke herself more fully.

The next image was you rubbing your clit, your head tossed back, sprawled on the bed you two shared. She began to slowly rock her hips into her waiting hand as her mind delightfully reminded her of how good it felt to be inside of you. God, she loved how tightly you hugged her, the sounds you made - the ones that came from your mouth, and the ones that came from between your legs - the way you scratched up her back. It was incredible.

Her shoulders rounded as she ran her fist up and down her length, focusing on pumping just the tip for several seconds before thrusting all the way down and back up.

She wanted more.

She flicked over to a short video you let her take. A loud moan briefly echoed off the bathroom walls before she quickly lowered the volume so it was barely audible.

Her chest rose and fell as she took in the sights and sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

"Jess."

"Oh my God."

"Baby, I need you."

You chanted over and over for her to hear.

Her breath started to hitch as her hand pumped hard and fast around her cock, her hips jacking into her fist as the telltale tightening between her legs began to culminate.

A series of muffled grunts emanated from her throat as her jaw grew slack and her climax hit. Her whole body tensed as ropes of cum shot forcefully from her aching member.

"Shit," she grunted, lost in and distracted by the video of you she wasn't paying attention when she started to cum and the first few spurts hit the lifted lid before she redirected.

A couple more soft grunts fell from her open mouth as her fist travelled up and down her length a few final times, coaxing out the last drops of cum from the tip.

She sighed heavily as she shook herself out and took a moment to rest. She let go of her cock and it slowly began to relax, the tension it previously held now relieved. Her cheeks puffed out as she exhaled once more before cleaning herself up. She flushed the toilet, tucking her now dormant member away into her boxers and washed her hands before quietly returning to bed.

She got under the covers and settled in, her eyelids now heavy in the wake of her orgasm. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Jessie quietly got changed, no need to pack her bag as she'd prepped it the night before and it sat ready by the door. You were still asleep and she was about to leave when you spoke, startling her.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?"

She jolted, nearly dropping her phone.

"Shit. I didn't know you were awake," she breathed as she turned to you. A hint of a playful grin pulled at your lips.

"I don't think you knew last night either," you said, your smile now full-blown.

"Huh?" Jessie asked innocently, though she suddenly stood pin-straight and her face began to feel hot.

You rolled more fully towards her, now planting your elbow on the bed and propping your chin in your open hand.

"Was someone a little frustrated last night?" You asked cheekily. Jessie's face burned hotter and she deflected with a frown though she couldn't hold your gaze.

"No. I don't know what you mean," she mumbled before forcing herself to look back at you and doing her best to appear nonchalant.

Your eyes drifted meaningfully towards her pants and back up.

"Okay," you said lightly. "Well, I'll just say that if you ever find yourself in a," you looked up at the ceiling in contemplation, "compromising, position again, I would be very happy to help."

Jessie pouted, nearly scowling at you even though everything you said was welcoming and encouraging. She huffed and folded her arms, finding herself suddenly very intrigued by everything around the room other than you.

"You don't need to hide it from me," you went on gently. This drew her gaze back to you. Still, she set her shoulders.

"Well, you were asleep. I wasn't about to wake you," she said, her tone borderline complaining.

"You can wake me, you know," you said before you cocked your head, contemplative once more. "And honestly? I'd welcome you waking me up with your," you glanced at her crotch again, "midnight or morning frustration."

Jessie flushed deeply all over again.

"No," she said adamantly with a stern frown.

"Why not?" You countered. You sat up, your eyes bright now. "It would actually be really hot."

She found herself getting flustered; conflicted between what she felt was right and what her mind was conjuring up along with how her body was starting to react. She shook her head in dismissal.

"No, I can't," she said.

You sighed in disappointment. "Fine. But, for the record, I would find it really hot to wake up to you filling me, pumping in and out of me."

"Fuck. Babe," Jessie complained as she shoved her phone in her back pocket and retreated to the bedroom doorway. She pushed away the vague realization that blood was starting to fill her cock and she could feel a partial erection forming. "I'm going to practice," she said tersely.

"Okay, baby," you said, a hint of apology in your tone. "Have a good practice. I'll see you later."

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Jessie was less than focused at practice that day. She'd be in the moment on second, following along, keenly alert and aware, then all of a sudden she'd fallen behind or lost track of discussion because her mind was drawn back to your earlier comments.

Her imagination was having a field day.

When she got home, she still felt a bit frazzled and unsettled. You, on the other hand, acted like everything was normal and fine. She half expected you to bring up the conversation from this morning, but you didn't. In fact, she was hoping you'd bring it up again, but sure enough, you didn't say a thing about it and the evening carried on.

She'd debated all night whether or not she should just get up the courage to mention it herself, but the right opportunity never seemed to come around and she didn't know how to broach it otherwise.

Before she knew it, you were both getting ready for bed. You each followed your routines, closing out with Jessie filling your water bottle and setting it on your nightstand before she navigated to her side of the bed and got in.

"Thanks babe," you said, as you plugged in your phone, leaning out of the bed to do so and the blankets slipping off slightly as you moved. Jessie wouldn't have though much of it except her eye caught a glimpse of your body naked from the waist down. She did a double take.

You never wore shorts or pants to bed unless if you were staying with her family or friends or you were out camping. However, that didn't mean you went to bed without underwear. That is, until tonight.

You talked idly to her as you checked your alarm and you had to repeat yourself because she was so distracted.

Yet, despite going to sleep with no panties on, you wished her a good night and just rolled over and went to sleep.

"Y/N?" She whispered after several minutes; sure enough, you were out.

She sighed wearily and reached over to turn off the lamp. It was going to be a restless night.

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After struggling to initially fall asleep, it came as no surprise to Jessie when she woke up a few hours later, fresh from a vivid, luscious dream, to find herself straining in her boxers yet again.

She grit her teeth and pushed the back of her head into the pillow, burrowing in as she worked to distract herself so she could find some relief, and hopefully, sleep.

The minutes passed and she blew out a huff as the dull throbbing in between her legs persisted and gnawed at her. She cursed herself as she allowed one hand to snake down and begin caressing herself through the fabric.

Instead of finding relief, it just made her hungrier for more. She should’ve known better.

She opened her eyes to stare blankly up at the darkened ceiling. Her eyes shifted to look over at you to see your silhouette. She could hear your slow, steady breaths, but her eyes remained trained on you as your comments from the morning ricocheted back and forth in her mind.

You were direct and explicit with the consent. You repeated yourself, even. But did you really mean it? Just because you said it in that moment didn't necessarily mean anything.

She thought back to the flash of skin she saw as you leant out of bed.

It had to be an invitation.

You knew her too well.

She reached through the slit of her boxers to free her cock from the confines of the garment. She exhaled silently through her lips as her fingers traced along her length, her thumb settling on the head and finding a bead of precum.

She contemplated a moment longer before she committed, rolling gently onto her side and shifting closer to you. You were on your stomach facing away, your far leg up and bent at the knee and your arms tucked under the pillow. Jessie's heart raced as she tentatively reached out and very gingerly rest a hand on your hip. You didn't stir, and it also confirmed for her that you were most definitely not wearing underwear.

Feeling a touch more bold, Jessie very gently began to run her hand down your bare thigh, her fingers barely touching your skin. You still didn't react as she drew her hand back up to your ass, her thumb idly grazing your skin.

She examined your sleeping form once more and between the feel of your curves and skin under her hand and the prospect of being inside your warm, inviting pussy, her cock was now painfully hard.

She moved carefully once more as she allowed her hand to wander downward and soon her hand could feel the heat radiating from your core. She swallowed and slowly brought four fingers to very gently cup your heat. A pulse of arousal went through her at the initial contact.

She watched you closely, your breathing changed, but you didn't stir. She remained entirely still for several seconds as she debated whether or not to continue or retreat. When your breathing grew audible once more, she slowly drew her fingers back towards your entrance.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes fell shut as her fingers were met with your slick juices that pooled there. The pulse that went through her just moments before repeated ten fold at the sensation and she couldn't resist the urge to circle your entrance with her thumb, your tunnel so wet with arousal that her digit easily breached it and slipped in to her first knuckle.

Her eyes flew open as something akin to a subtle moan escaped you and you shifted against her. She froze, but your reaction - subconscious or not - had stoked something inside of her and after a moment she withdrew her thumb, before pushing in slowly again, this time coupled with two fingers very gently circling your clit.

She watched as you very subtly stirred, a faint moan leaving your lips and your body pressing itself further into the bed just so.

Minutes prior, Jessie had been concerned about getting lube without waking you, but based on how absolutely soaked you were, that wasn't going to be a need for worry.

She flexed her muscles and very delicately lifted herself off of the mattress to position herself better and gingerly lowered herself so she was lined up with your entrance. She grasped her length and softly ran it along your slick lips, allowing your juices to coat her. She felt your folds part for her as she gently pushed the head of her cock through them and across your clit with her hand as a guide. She drew back and pushed through again.

A slow smile formed on her face and she did it again with greater confidence. She did it a few more times, each time drawing further back until each time her tip nestled against your dripping entrance. She resisted the urge to slip inside and instead kept stroking your lips and clit.

She saw your shoulders flex and your head lolled into the pillow. Your breathing changed once more and you shifted further. Her pulse quickened once more as she realized you were waking and she paused mid-stroke.

She saw you blink in the dark of the room before your eyes fell closed once more, not even bothering to look back at her, and you simply rolled your hips against her hardness.

Jessie took a sharp breath at the gesture and she drew her hips back, her hand still guiding her cock, but this time when her head slotted into the inviting dip of your entrance, she gently pushed the tip inside.

You moaned quietly and she smiled as your head rolled against the pillow further.

Encouraged, she pushed in slightly before drawing back so her tip was stretching out your entrance, threatening to slip out, before pushing fully inside.

This time you moaned fully and deeply, your back arching as she slotted home. No longer needing to guide herself, she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her.

She rotated her hips back, her cock withdrawing partially before rotating forward and massaging your walls as she filled you up once more. A moan muffled by your pillow reached her ears.

Not worried about waking you any longer, Jessie began to thrust into you with increasing pace and intensity. She held your body in place as her firm cock hit that pillowy sweet spot inside of you again and again.

Your whimpers and moans grew louder and she heard the twisting of fabric as you clutched the sheets into your palms. You shifted your far leg higher up the bed, inviting her in further and she wasted no time.

“Mm, Jess.”

You opening yourself up and moaning her name dismissed any and all lingering reservations she had.

She lifted herself up more, consequently pushing you flatter onto your stomach, her hands braced on the small of your back. She began to lift her hips high, her tip nearly slipping out before driving quickly into you, her hips bouncing off of your ass, the clapping of skin now echoing off the walls.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered as you white knuckled the sheets further and buried your face into the pillow.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jessie said, voice shaking in time with her quick, skillful thrusts. “God. It’s like you were made for me,” she praised, digging her fingers into your skin over the thought.

You let out a small cry and spread your legs further apart, pulling an appreciative growl out of her. She slowed her pace slightly and dug her hips into you even deeper, and angling to hit your g-spot more firmly. You clutched the pillow now, holding onto it with a desperation that fuelled her.

“You’re such a tease. Climbing into bed, pussy on display for me, knowing what that’d do to me,” Jessie voiced as she pumped you into the mattress.

You let out a wanton moan, but flashed an impish look over your shoulder at her.

“Waking up to your cock teasing me is as good as I thought it’d be,” you relayed with a breathy laugh. You moaned again as Jessie sent another jolt of pleasure through you. You arched your back further into the bed. “Next time I want to wake up to you fucking me. I want to wake up with your cock stretching me out.”

“Oh Jesus,” Jessie groaned as she fucked you harder, drawing a gasp from you. “Oh shit,” she hissed as her orgasm rapidly approached and her strokes grew fervent.

Soon the pace was relentless and you let out a cry into the pillow, gripping it tightly to your face. You writhed beneath her and a rush of liquid poured out of you and onto the sheets. You began to spasm around her and continued to muffle your cries with the pillow.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, letting the sensations overwhelm her as she slammed into you one more time, releasing her seed as deep inside of you as possible. She grunted through her orgasm as she felt jet after jet of cum rush up her length and out the tip into your waiting heat.

“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly several moments later as she finally drew her hips back unsteadily, stuttering forward as her orgasm tapered off.

She collapsed on top of you, cock still buried in you, fully warmed and embraced by your walls. Her chest expanded and contracted as she tried to catch her breath. She laid a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

The primal haze of your fucking still lingered and she spoke as she gently stroked your arm.

“Forget safe words, if you don’t want to wake up with my cock inside of you going forward, wear your underwear to bed. Otherwise, if I wake up wanting you, I may just have to take you.”

You shifted beneath her restlessly, your tunnel tightening and gripping her as you moved - whether intentionally or not. “Mm, Jess. You’re going to work me up again. And I made a mess of the sheets already.”

She smirked. “Exactly. So what does it matter if you do it again? I’ll gladly do the laundry if it means I get to make you squirt all over this bed with how good I make you feel.”

“Oh Jesus,” you breathed, rolling your hips once more. Jessie was already growing hard inside of you again.

“And,” she kissed your other shoulder, “when I’m done. I might just fall asleep inside of you. Might as well if I’m going to fuck you as soon as I wake up.”

[delusionalfanficwriter]

head injury

Y/N had been an integral part of Arsenal Women's Football Club for three years. Her journey with the team had seen them through victories, challenges, and unforgettable moments on and off the field. During this time, Y/N had cultivated deep connections with her teammates, and they had become more than just friends and fellow athletes; they were her soccer family. As this season progressed, Arsenal found themselves facing a crucial match against their fierce rivals, Chelsea. Y/N, being her tenacious self, was right in the thick of the action. Her partnership with Leah on the field had always been one of Arsenal's strengths, and they synchronized like clockwork. Arsenal was known for its fluid passing and attacking style of play, and Y/N played a pivotal role in their success.

The first half of the match saw both teams battling fiercely for dominance on the field. The intensity was high, and both Arsenal and Chelsea were pushing their limits.

During a set piece, as Y/N went up to contest a header, an accidental collision with an opposing player pushed her back into the goal post, her head ricocheting off the metal post.

As the ball was kicked to upfield, everyone cleared around the goal, but the stadium fell into a hushed panic as Y/N lay motionless on the ground. Leah, her girlfriend, was the first to reach her. 

Kneeling by Y/N's side, her voice trembling as she cried out, "We need medics!" Leah shouted, her heart racing seeing Y/N's eyes closed. Leah reached out, placing her trembling hand on Y/N's cheek, hoping to rouse her. "Y/N, I need you to open your eyes for me. Hey, Y/N, come on. Open your eyes."

More teammates gathered around as panic swelled, their faces etched with worry. Jessie Fleming, Y/N's sister, dropped to the ground beside Leah. She reached out to shake her sister's shoulders, but Leah stopped her.

"You can't move her, Jessie," Leah cautioned, her voice strained with fear. "Her neck or back might be injured." Jessie nodded in understanding and opted to stroke little strands of her hair that have fallen from her ponytail, out of her face. 

Leah and Jessie tried their best to awaken y/n but nothing seemed to work.  

Finally, the team's medical staff arrived as well as medics, their expertise evident as they swiftly assessed the situation. They took every precaution to stabilize Y/N's neck and spine, carefully fitting a cervical collar around her and turning her over.

“We need some space guys.” The older medic informed Jessie and Leah but they remained in their spots. Jordan, McCabe, Kerr and a few other of their own teammates had to physically pull them back. They now stood a few feet away watching one of the medics speak to Y/N, trying to coax her into consciousness while another examined her vitals.

As the medics worked for a few minutes, Y/N's eyelids fluttered open, revealing her dazed and confused expression. She tried to sit up, but the medical staff gently held her down, reminding her not to move. Y/N mumbled incoherently, and Leah leaned closer, straining to catch her words before going right next to y/n side, hating the sight of seeing her so lost and scared. "It's okay, Y/N," Leah whispered, her voice trembling. "You had a tough collision, but the medics are here to help you."

“Y/n, you need to lay back down. Everything is going to be okay, but try not to move so much.” Jessie crouched down and spoke as she noticed her wanting to get up once again.

Y/N's consciousness wavered like a flickering flame. She struggled to comprehend her surroundings, her eyes darting aimlessly as confusion clouded her thoughts. Jessie's plea to stay still seemed to fall on deaf ears, and Y/N's movements grew more erratic.

Leah held her girlfriend's trembling hand, her voice quaking with concern. "Y/N, please, lay back down. You need to stay still. Everything is going to be okay." She desperately hoped her words would reach Y/N through the haze of her dazed state.

The medical staff worked with a sense of urgency, attempting to keep Y/N from further harm as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. They continued their assessments, monitoring her vitals, and told Leah and Jessie to try to keep y/n engaged in conversation to keep her awake.

Y/N's attempts to engage back in the conversation were sporadic and disjointed, and it became increasingly apparent that the injury was more severe than anyone had initially thought. Her responses were fragmented, and she struggled to maintain her focus.

Leah squeezed her hand, her voice trembling with worry. "Y/N, do you remember our first date? We went to that little café near your place, and it was pouring rain. You laughed when I slipped on a puddle."

Y/N's eyelids fluttered, but her gaze was unfocused. She mumbled, "Rain... yeah," but her voice was barely audible, and her response lacked the warmth and clarity it once held.

Jessie, trying to hold back tears, added, "And what about that time we played football in the park with Dad? You always said you'd be better than all of us."

Y/N's lips twitched in an attempt at a smile, but it was fleeting. "am... better," she mumbled, her words disjointed and distant. The memories, which should have elicited laughter and connection, now seemed to be slipping away from her grasp.

As Y/N's condition worsened, she suddenly gagged, her face contorted in pain, it was a distressing sight, and the medics reacted swiftly,  turning her onto her side to clear her airway and prevent any choking from the vomit that arose.

Leah's voice quivered as she tried to maintain Y/N's focus. "Y/N, stay with us. We're right here with you. Keep those beautiful eyes of yours open."

But Y/N's response was a mere groan, and her eyes slowly rolled back, her body growing limp. The medics exchanged concerned glances, realizing that her condition was rapidly deteriorating.

Without a moment to lose, they immediately placed an oxygen mask over her face, ensuring she received a steady flow of oxygen. Simultaneously, they carefully slid a backboard beneath her, immobilizing her spine and neck to prevent any further damage during transportation. Moments later, an ambulance sped onto the field. Y/N, still unconscious, was swiftly and gently transferred onto a stretcher, her body secured and placed into the ambulance. Leah and Jessie immediately followed behind inserting themselves into the ambulance not caring if they were in the middle of a match. 

As the ambulance raced towards the hospital, the sound of the siren echoed in the confined space causing Y/N to begin to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself disoriented, with the oxygen mask covering her face. In her groggy state, she attempted to remove the mask, her hands reaching up to pull it away.

Leah noticed Y/N's movement and gently placed her hand over Y/N's to stop her. "It's okay, love," she reassured, her voice soft and soothing. "You need to keep that on for now. It's helping you breathe."

"Y/N, it's okay," Jessie whispered, her hand resting on Y/N's arm. "You're in the ambulance, and we're on our way to the hospital.”

Y/N's eyes shifted from Leah to Jessie, her gaze still hazy. She attempted to speak but found it difficult. The words came out slurred and unfocused. "Why...hospital?"

Leah's fingers gently brushed Y/N's hair back from her forehead. "You had an accident on the field, love. The medics are taking you to the hospital to make sure you're okay. We're here with you, and everything will be fine."

Jessie leaned closer, her voice soothing. "Just relax, Y/N. The hospital will take good care of you, and we'll be right there beside you."

Y/N, though still disoriented and in pain, found some comfort in their presence. She nodded weakly and allowed them to reposition the oxygen mask, focusing on their voices to keep herself calm.

[flemingsfreckles]

Replacement pt. 1

Jessie Fleming x Reader (enemies to lovers)

Synopsis: Jessie transfers to your team in Portland, while everyone else seems to be thrilled about her transfer, you see the girl as a threat to your position and playing time with the team.

Warnings: cursing

WC: 2.4K (this is just set up, the other parts will be longer)

A/N: this is a LONG overdue series I started writing when Jessie first transferred to Portland, I just have had some serious writers block with it. But I’ve finally been able to get some of it down. It is enemies to lovers, so it will be rough and angsty at the start but give it some time :)

Everyone had seen the rumors flying around. You heard the whispers of your teammates at training yesterday afternoon after they had all seen the supposed transfer news. Just like any other fan or team, you all loved the speculation. Your teammates loved it even more when it surrounded bringing a big name on to your team for once instead of Gotham like everyone else. Janine and Christine spent most of their practice trying to dodge questions about their fellow Canadian teammate, not giving away any details of what they did or didn’t know.

You couldn’t lie, you often fed into the spectacle of transfer rumors, chatting with your team about where people might be headed. Something about this transfer rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was because you felt threatened. You were a midfielder as well. If you’re being honest with yourself, your first season in the league, fresh out of college, had not gone to plan.

Being drafted second you were expected to perform well, and the transition into the NWSL from the NCAA had been anything but smooth. You had a few minor injuries, a strain here and there, with the addition of a minor concussion. You ended up with an overall disappointing season. It wasn’t due to your lack of effort, you pushed yourself as hard if not harder than most players, it just hadn’t yet paid off.

Jessies arrival meant you’d likely be finding yourself sitting on the bench more and more often. They were bringing in someone who could actually help the team. They were bringing in your replacement in the form of an incredibly skilled and experienced midfielder.

You tried to remember that they were just rumors, she wasn’t confirmed to being transferring. What small hope you had was quickly diminished when you got the team message from staff asking that you all arrive to practice 20 minutes early for a “quick meeting”.

So when you walked into the meeting room, slouching in your seat next to Sam and Janine with a huff, they both turned to look at you. They had both taken you under their wing when you joined the team, being your first friends in Portland. They would come over when you were injured, helping take you to and from training, and helping you get acquainted with the city.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of their bed, damn.” Janine looked at you with wide eyes. It was uncharacteristic behavior being so cranky, even with how poorly your season was last year, you were typically upbeat, trying to make your teammates laugh, keeping practice lighthearted.

“Shut it Beckie.” You muttered in her direction. Sam looked at you, wide eyes before slowly turning to face forward not wanting to get on your bad side. Your coach walking in shortly after, not giving Janine the chance to respond. You’re not sure she would have even had something to say as she just stared at you, mouth open at the fact that you had just talked back to her.

“Alright, quiet down everyone,” your coach held his hands up. “I’m sure everyone has already seen the rumors floating around our club. We hadn’t planned to announce it until she was actually here to introduce herself but as of a couple hours ago, we have officially agreed to terms with and will be welcoming another Canadian,” he shoots a look at Janine and Sinc, “Jessie Fleming will be joining us.” A couple of whoops and hollers scattered across the room. “She’ll be starting with us at practice in two days. I expect, as you all have with our other transfers and signings, that you welcome her to Portland.”

While the rest of the team seemed to be thrilled at the idea of Fleming joining the team, you dodged every conversation you could about her.

Thankfully training was short, with the season just beginning you were completing fitness testing, getting both benchmarks for the season and learning how well everyone had kept up with their fitness during the off season. After warming up, everyone ran the well known and well dreaded “beep test”. It may be dreaded to most, but as a midfielder you had some of the best cardio fitness. It was days like this where your confidence rose, feeling comfortable through the test, nothing to worry about except running.

By the end of the test, you were one of the only players still running, your lungs were burning with each breath you took, the lactic acid building up in your thighs and calves. You finally dropped to your knees, unable to run any further. You found yourself kneeling next to Janine before rolling over to sit. Placing your head between your knees you breathed, listening to your teammates around you also panting, some coughing, some cursing the test for existing. You laid back fully putting up one leg straight in the air. A smile crept across your face, something about the burning of your lungs and your legs nearly cramping felt so good, a small reminder of your hard work.

“You mind helping me stretch?” Reaching out an arm you smack Janine next to you. Easily convinced, she stands up moving over to you placing herself to hold the foot in the air. She gently begins to press it toward your chest, your hamstring straining as she pushes your leg further.

“You’re fucking crazy for smiling after that test.” Janine rolling her eyes at you, a small cough coming out after as she can still feel her lungs burning. “I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with two of you now.”

“What does that mean? Two of us?” You send her a pointed look before laying back letting your head fall back against the grass. Janine drops your leg, grabbing the other one before repeating the stretching motion.

“It means, I’ll now have to deal with you and Jessie running circles around me and the rest of this team. Literally circles.” She huffs.

“Right.” You felt the smile drop from your face, you had been able to forget about your replacement’s arrival. Janine noticed instantaneous change in your emotions at the mention of Jessie. She made a mental note to check in with you later, not while you were still on the sidelines of the pitch with the entire team.

Once everyone cooled down from the test, you stretched more, before heading into the locker room. You grab a protein bar and electrolytes from the shelf before hopping into the ice bath. Janine follows you, hopping in as well, making a comment about how cold it was as she shivers.

“Hey, I know we usually go for coffee after practice. We can still do that, it's just that I had offered to help Jessie unpack. She got in last night and didn’t really get settled. I’m supposed to meet her at her new place in about an hour, so I won't be able to stay for too long. It’ll have to be more of a grab and go kind of thing.” Janine looks at you, you both standing in the ice cold water, your shirts held up to avoid getting them wet.

Part of you is annoyed at her. You two always grabbed coffee, it was an unspoken activity, occasionally another teammate or two tagging along. You two would get coffee, you’d vent to each other, chat about the tv shows you were watching, Janine would talk about her wedding. It was something Janine started with you when you were new to the team, she was doing it to make you feel comfortable at the start and it quickly developed into a genuine friendship. Now Jessie was going to replace you at work and in Janine’s life too.

“Just go to hers, it's all good. We can skip this week.” You try not to sound upset, already feeling replaced by Jessie’s arrival in the form of losing your coffee “date”.

“Sorry, I would have said something sooner but with the transfer not public yet, I just didn’t want to get her in trouble or anything.” She pauses for a moment. “Actually, why don't you come with me to Jessie’s? I really think you two will get on well, plus it’ll be a good way to introduce you two.”

“Oh, no, I wouldn't want to just show up, I mean I don't know her and unpacking her stuff would be a little personal, it just probably isn't the best time for me to meet her.” Coming up with the best excuse you could come up with without flat out telling Janine that you don't want to meet one of her favorite people. You had heard plenty about Jessie before from Janine, only before it didn’t bother you. Before it was just hearing about one of Janine’s best friends, now it had a different sting when she was brought up. Now she was talking about the girl coming to take your spot.

“Alright, well I’m still grabbing coffee because I thought we’d be going and I promised Jessie I’d bring her one. Come with me at least then we can split?” You know Janine has zero negative intentions, she still was trying to have your usual coffee while also being an incredible friend and going to help Jessie move in.

“Fine, twist my arm.” You add sarcasm into your sentence, it wasn’t too hard to get you to go get a coffee, it was one of your favorite drinks, you spent way to much time and money on it, even having your own espresso machine at home with a bean grinder and all. Janine always joked that you could just run your own coffee shop out of your apartment for extra money.

You get to the coffee shop, when you walk in the barista gives you a wave, you and Janine were frequent visitors, the baristas all knew you and your orders.

“Are we getting the usual ladies?” The girl behind the counter asks, already starting to punch in the order on her screen.

“I am, but can we get them to-go, thank you.” You tell her. She puts in the order for your cold brew with caramel foam.

“I am, but I’m also going to add another drink, can I just get a latte with the lavender syrup please.”

On a normal day, if you weren’t in such an upset and negative mood you would’ve mocking the way Janine says syrup, but you don’t. You also mentally gag at the coffee she ordered for Jessie, lavender tasted like old lady soap. You mentally added it to the list of reasons to avoid the new transfer. It was childish what you were doing but you didn’t care.

You reach to get your card out, Janine beats you to it tapping her card on the register. “Janine, no.” It was your turn to pay, the two of you alternated.

“Please it’s the least I can do given I’m ditching you today.” She shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Alright.” You rolls your eyes at her as you hear your name called from the other end of the counter where your drink was placed.

You grab your drink and turn to walk out of the shop. The shop wasn’t too far from your apartment, a couple of blocks, and you figured you could walk so Janine didn’t have to drop you off at your house before heading to Jessie’s.

“Hey, where are you running off to, I’ll drive you.”

“Oh, no I’m good, I don’t want to make your trip longer.” You also had enough social interaction for today, a short walk alone wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“Well Jessie’s new place is just across the street from yours, so I’ll be going that way anyway.”

Of course Jessie moved in right across the street, out of all the apartment buildings in Portland of course she found herself the closest one, besides literally being in your building.

Janine grabs hers and Jessie’s drinks and you both walk back to her car. The two of you chat again, complaining about the weather and how it couldn’t make up its mind if it’s was winter or spring yet. You both coo over a dog walking down the street and for a second the conversation is light, it feels normal again. Until Janine brings up Jessie again.

“Hey, would you mind if I give Jess your number? I just figured I’d maybe be nice, you guys live across the street from each other, if she needed anything while she’s still moving in, store or food recommendations, you could help.”

You wanted to say no. But the girl was going to end up with your number anyway, you had to be teammates, you’d have to be cordial with her, you couldn’t let your own pride be a problem for the team.

“Yeah, that’s fine I guess.” Your mood deflated, the words coming out of your mouth with a heavy sigh at the end, making it obvious you weren’t thrilled about the suggestion for her to have your number.

“Are you alright? You’ve seemed weird all day. Is it because of Jessie?”

“Why would it be because of her?” You ask, knowing damn well that your behavior was exactly her fault.

“I don’t know, just when she gets brought up, you seem to get annoyed.”

“No I don’t.” Your answer is quick, you get defensive. Unfortunately your defensive behavior likely tells Janine that it is in fact Jessie who’s on your nerves.

“Oh, I know what it is!” She slaps her hand over to your thigh, giving you a small smack.

“What?”

“You’re worried I’m going to start doing things with Jessie instead of you! You’re jealous!” Her tone is playful, she’s teasing you.

“I’m not jealous.” You cross your arms in the passenger seat, pouring like a toddler.

“Good, but if you were, you have no reason to be, yes she’s my friend, but so are you, our coffee dates will still go on, we’ll still hang out, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I wasn’t worried.” You say as Janine pulls up in front of your building. You climb out of the car, thanking her for the ride.

“You’re welcome, I'll always love you, she’ll never come between us!” She yells out the window making a slightly embarrassing scene, bypassers not knowing the joke she’s making. You turn back, shaking your head at her as you laugh.

“Love ya Janine, bye.” You wave at her and enter your building.

You get inside and go about the rest of your day, laundry, cleaning, a rather mundane but somewhat relaxing evening.

It’s when you’re crawling into bed that you receive two messages from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hi, this is Jessie, Janine gave me your number. She said you lived in the area.

Unknown: Sorry, Jessie Fleming, I should’ve clarified. Don’t feel obligated to text me, just Janine insisted I reach out.

You ignore the messages, you have a quick thought of blocking her number, but you know that’s not realistic. You’d have to see her in a few days and be her teammate you can’t block her phone. At least the girl gave you the permission to ignore her.

So that’s what you did. You closed your phone, putting it on silent and snuggled into bed, putting on whatever was showing on National Geographic at this hour and falling asleep shortly after.

[fleming-o]

Trouble sleeping

Jessie Fleming X Reader

tw: really just little angst and a lot comfort

anon had a amazing idea with this one!

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Jessie stirred restlessly, her brow furrowing as shadows danced in her mind. The dream had started innocuously enough—she was on the pitch, the familiar sounds of the game surrounding her. But something was off. The air felt heavy, oppressive, as if a storm were brewing just out of sight.

She looked around, trying to find her teammates, but the field was empty. The stands, usually filled with cheering fans, were eerily silent. Panic began to gnaw at her insides as she turned, searching for any sign of life. Where was everyone?

And then she saw her. Janine was standing at the edge of the field, her back turned to Jessie. Relief flooded through her, and she called out, but Janine didn’t respond. Jessie started to run toward her, but her feet felt like they were sinking into the ground, as if the earth itself were trying to hold her back.

“Janine!” Jessie’s voice echoed across the empty stadium, but still, there was no response. Janine began to walk away, her figure growing smaller with each step. No matter how hard Jessie tried, she couldn’t reach her. The distance between them seemed to stretch endlessly.

“Don’t go!” Jessie cried, her voice breaking with desperation. But Janine kept walking, her pace steady and unrelenting. A cold dread settled over Jessie as the realization hit her—Janine was leaving, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Jessie found herself alone in the locker room, the walls closing in on her. The familiar jerseys hung limply on their hooks, but they felt wrong—Janine’s was missing. Her locker, always neatly organized, was empty, the door slightly ajar. Jessie reached out to touch it, but the metal was cold, lifeless.

She could hear muffled voices from outside, distant and distorted. She strained to make out the words, but they were just out of reach. The sense of isolation grew, suffocating her, as if the walls themselves were pressing down on her chest.

Jessie turned, and there was Janine again, standing just outside the locker room door. But this time, she wasn’t alone. New faces surrounded her, unfamiliar teammates who looked at Jessie with blank expressions. Janine glanced back, her eyes meeting Jessie’s for a fleeting moment, but there was no recognition in them. No warmth. No connection.

“Wait!” Jessie called out, but the words stuck in her throat, her voice coming out as a strangled whisper. She tried to move, but her legs felt like lead, her body heavy and unresponsive. The door slammed shut, cutting her off from Janine, from the team, from everything she knew.

Jessie pounded on the door, her fists bruising against the unyielding surface, but it wouldn’t budge. The muffled voices grew louder, a cacophony of sounds that only intensified her sense of helplessness. She was alone, completely and utterly alone.

The locker room began to fade, the edges of her vision blurring as darkness crept in. Jessie’s breath quickened, panic rising as she realized she was slipping away, losing herself to the void. And then, just as the last bit of light was about to vanish, she heard a voice—a soft, gentle voice calling her name.

“Jessie?” The voice was distant at first, then clearer, closer. A familiar warmth wrapped around her, pulling her away from the darkness.

Jessie’s eyes snapped open, wide and glassy with fear. For a moment, she seemed lost, her gaze darting around the room as if she didn’t recognize where she was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and you could see the panic in her eyes, the residual terror from the nightmare that had gripped her.

“Jess,” you repeated gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her clammy forehead. “It’s just a dream. You’re okay.”

Her eyes finally met yours, and the fear began to ebb, replaced by a deep, raw sadness that seemed to pull at her very soul. She nodded weakly, but the tension in her body didn’t ease. “It felt so real,” she whispered, her voice trembling and barely audible. “Janine… she wasn’t here anymore. She’s moved to another team, and everything’s changed so quickly. I feel like I can’t keep up.”

Her words hit you hard, and you pulled her closer, letting her rest her head against your chest. You could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, gradually slowing as you held her. “I know it’s hard,” you murmured, your hand gently stroking her hair. “Janine’s moved to a new team, and it’s a big adjustment. But she’s not gone, Jessie. She’s still in your life, just in a different way now.”

Jessie’s breath hitched as she fought to hold back tears. “But it’s not the same,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “She’s always been here—on the pitch, in the locker room, on the bus rides. And now… she’s in a different state, with a new team, and I’m scared that everything’s going to feel different without her.”

Her words were laced with such deep sorrow that it made your heart ache. Jessie was usually so composed, so steady, but now she was unraveling before you, every fear and doubt laid bare. “It’s okay to miss her,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “She means a lot to you, and it’s only natural to feel this way. But you’re not alone in this, Jessie. You’ve got so many people who care about you, and you can still stay close to her, even if she’s not right here.”

She clung to you, her fingers gripping your shirt as if she were afraid you might disappear too. “I’m scared,” she admitted finally, her voice small and fragile. “I’m scared that I won’t be able to handle the games without her, that I’ll let everyone down. What if I can’t do it without her?”

You tightened your embrace, holding her as close as you could. “You’re not doing this alone,” you assured her, your voice firm but filled with love. “You have an entire team who believes in you, who looks up to you. And you’re one of the strongest, most talented players out there, Jessie. Janine believed in you, and so do I. You can do this.”

Her body trembled against yours as she tried to hold back the tears, but eventually, the dam broke. She began to cry, silent, shuddering sobs that wracked her entire frame. You didn’t say anything, just held her as she let out all the fear and grief that had been building up inside her for so long.

Minutes passed, and slowly, the sobs subsided, leaving her breathless and drained. She pulled back slightly, her eyes red and swollen, but the fear in them had lessened. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you replied, brushing your thumb across her cheek, wiping away the lingering tears. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together, remember?”

She nodded, a small, tentative smile forming on her lips. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “I know,” she said quietly. “I just… I need to remember that sometimes.”

You leaned in and kissed her gently, your lips lingering on hers, conveying all the love and support you wished you could put into words. When you pulled back, you saw that her smile had grown, just a little, and the light was returning to her eyes.

“Try to get some rest,” you suggested, easing her back onto the pillows. “Tomorrow’s a new day, and we’ll face it together, one step at a time.”

She sighed, the tension finally melting away as she settled back into the bed. “I’ll try,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “As long as you’re here.”

“Always,” you promised, tucking the covers around her. You watched as she drifted back to sleep, her breathing evening out, her face finally peaceful. You stayed awake a little longer, just watching her, making sure she was truly at ease before allowing yourself to drift back into sleep, comforted by the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brought, you would face it together.

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i will forever miss Janine at portland🫡

[magic-and-sadness]

My dealer: got some straight gas🔥🔥🔥 this strain is called “heathers the musical”💚❤💛💙 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw the ghost of heather chandler

My buddy martha pacing: miss fleming is lying to us

[coochiequeens]

A 6'1 dude is competing against women and injuring them in the process. Yes contact sports always have the risk of injury, however the women are being injured more frequently when competing against him. And he's taking time away from his female teammates who should be the ones playing. But he doesn't care.

By Anna Slatz April 17, 2024

Reduxx has learned that a feminine male has been participating in elite women’s collegiate sports in California after his biological sex was reportedly withheld from his teammates and his opponents. Blaire Fleming, born Brayden, is currently playing women’s Division I volleyball for San Jose State University in the reputable Mountain West Conference.

Speaking to Reduxx, the mother of an opposing player revealed that her suspicions were first raised during the 2022-2023 season.

“I first watched my daughter play Blaire via live stream and then in person for a second match,” the mother, who wished to remain anonymous, said. “My daughter mentioned to me before the second match that there were rumors about Blaire being a male.”

Upon attending the match, she immediately noticed that Fleming appeared to be male, both in the way he looked and his mannerisms on the court.

“He jumped higher and hit harder than any woman on the court. There was no other female athlete on the court that day that could compare with Blaire’s athleticism. He also had very narrow hips. I took notice of how he was dressed with a longer shirt in the front as well.”

During the match, the anonymous parent noted that her daughter was suffering far more physical injuries and strains than she ever had before in her volleyball career, and was constantly icing and rubbing her arms after blocking shots from Fleming. She says her daughter’s teammates were also struggling, with the defenders being unable to react quickly to his high-intensity strikes.

“He was basically unstoppable at times. He was jumping so high that I was concerned our blockers could not defend against such a fast moving hit,” she says.

On average, the difference between upper body strength in the sexes is 52%, with men having 10% larger hands on average and being 7% taller. These factors have contributed to a volleyball net height difference of over 7 inches between male and female games. According to his San Jose Spartans profile, Fleming stands at 6’1.

“Coincidentally, those two games, my daughter’s stats were not as good as most other games. Her stats were dramatically different because she was trying to compete against a male who my daughter said would stare her down after plays and was extremely arrogant.”

The mother also revealed that despite widespread speculations that Fleming was male, officials from San Jose State let it slip to her daughter’s team that even they were unaware of his biological sex. She adds that the policies must change to ensure fairness for female athletes.

“I watched those San Jose State female athletes sit on the sidelines while a male took away their chance to play. These women only have 4 years to compete and they are losing those years to a male. Not only that, but the chance of injury is greatly increased for women when they play against a male with very clear physical strength advantages. It’s just dangerous above all else.”

Prior to transferring to San Jose, Fleming was participating in women’s volleyball in South Carolina for Coastal Carolina University. He appears to have fled to California just before the Save Women’s Sports Bill became law in the state, which would have prohibited him from continuing to play on female teams.

Fleming had also played on the girls varsity volleyball team at John Champe High School in Virginia, where he was raised. During this time, Fleming set the school record for most kills in a match, and single season record of 266 kills.

While the exact age Fleming was transitioned is unknown, early photos posted to his aunt’s Facebook show he was raised as a boy, and only began presenting in feminine clothing in 2016 when he would have been approximately 14 years old. His family members have been careful not to publicly identify him as transgender, but his grandmother referred to him as her “grandson” in an early photo.

Fleming is currently participating in Division I volleyball, which is the highest level of intercollegiate athletics sanctioned by the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA). Division I (DI) volleyball teams can offer a maximum of 12 full-ride scholarships, meaning athletes will have all expenses related to their college experience paid for.

While it is currently unknown if Fleming has received a women’s DI scholarship, the NCAA has recently become the subject of a lawsuit by over one dozen female athletes for allowing males to compete against them in women’s categories.

The lawsuit, the first federal action of its kind, seeks to force the NCAA to change its policies to clearly define, rendering any biological males ineligible to compete against female athletes. It demands the NCAA revoke all awards given to trans athletes in women’s competitions and “reassign” them to their female contenders. It also asks for “damages for pain and suffering, mental and emotional distress, suffering and anxiety, expense costs and other damages due to defendants’ wrongful conduct.” 

Exclusive funding support for the lawsuit is being provided by the Independent Council on Women’s Sports (ICONS), which has been calling attention to the presence and impact of male athletes in women’s categories.

Speaking to Reduxx on Blaire Fleming, ICONS’s Marshi Smith condemned the NCAA for failing to guarantee transparency or protection to female athletes who are forced to compete against men.

“The NCAA is defrauding female athletes by withholding information about a teammate or opponent’s true sex,” Smith says. “Women are not given the chance to decide whether they want to face heightened safety risks on the court or share women’s locker rooms with men. The NCAA’s reward system encourages deceit, leading to financial and academic advantages for males at the expense of girls and young women in sports. This harmful practice must be stopped immediately.”

Fleming is not the first trans-identified male athlete to conceal his biological sex for the purposes of participating in women’s collegiate sports.

As previously reported by Reduxx, a volleyball player from California was briefly set to become the first known male recipient of a women’s NCAA Division I athletic scholarship after successfully hiding his biological sex from his teammates.

Tate Drageset, 17, verbally committed to the University of Washington, but following the expose revealing his was a biological male, it was learned that the University rescinded the offer.

[scotianostra]

6th August 1881 saw the birth of Sir Alexander Fleming, the Nobel prize-winning bacteriologist.

Born at at Lochfield farm near Darvel, Ayrshire, the third of four children, Alexander was educated at Loudoun Moor School and Darvel School, and earned a two-year scholarship to Kilmarnock Academy before moving to London, where he attended the the Royal Polytechnic Institution. He worked in a shipping office for four years, but on receiving an inheritance when he was 20, his brother, already a doctor, encourage him to go to medical school, which he did and excelled, qualifying with distinction in 1906.

His military service actually led to his transition into research; as a member of the military and the rifle team at St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School, the captain of the team wanted to keep Fleming on the team, so he suggest that he join the research department after finishing school.

His military service actually led to his most important work. After witnessing so many soldiers die from infection following their battle wounds, he set about to find a cure for bacterial infections.

Fleming was one of the first researchers to recognize that antiseptics only treated surface wounds, and that antiseptics also tended to kill off the beneficial agents that helped fight infection.

Even though he had a solid reputation as a great researcher, Fleming’s lab and workspace were often very messy. This actually led to the discovery of penicillin. He had been studying the different properties of a strain of staphylococcus bacteria, but allowed mold to grow in the petri dish where a sample was stores due to these lab conditions.

When he went to work in his lab on September 28, 1928, he discovered that the staph couldn’t grow near the penicillium mould. He uncovered the properties of the mould that prevented the staph from spreading to that region of the plate. Fleming almost didn’t continue researching penicillin, since it was hard to make the mould grow and it was difficult to isolate the antibacterial property of it. An article he published on his findings received very little attention at first.

Two other researchers, Ernst Boris Chain and Edward Abraham, actually discovered how to isolate the penicillin and increase its potential, and they shared the Nobel Prize with Fleming. Fleming was modest about his part in the development of penicillin, describing his fame as the “Fleming Myth” and he praised Florey and Chain for transforming the laboratory curiosity into a practical drug

Fleming’s accidental discovery and isolation of penicillin in September 1928 marks the start of modern antibiotics.

[eugeniedanglars]

i hope this isn't presumptuous but can i pitch you on an aviation if you're lookin for cold lemony gin cocktails without a hit of ian fleming?

here's the iba recipe for an aviation, although you can omit the creme de violette. i like it cus it plays nice w the gin & makes the drink purple but a lot of recipes leave it out, which would make it more lemony.

45 ml Gin

15 ml Maraschino Luxardo

15 ml Fresh Lemon Juice

1 Bar Spoon Crème de Violette

Method

Add all ingredients into a cocktail shaker.

Shake with cracked ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.

the aviation's my personal favorite cocktail and i wanted to pass it on if you want a cold lemony gin drink! i want to like a vesper but lillet blanc sits poorly w me, to the profound disappointment of one of my best friends haha

this is honestly the sweetest thing thank you so much for the recommendation!! this sounds really good i will definitely try it out, i love trying new cocktail recipes

[impishtubist]

breed someone of your choice from good omens

“Oh, dear,” Aziraphale says when he comes back from his morning bakery run to find a large serpent curled up in the back room and radiating misery. “That time of century, is it?”

“Ssssshut up,” Crowley hisses. 

“No need to be like that, dear boy,” Aziraphale admonishes. “Or did you not want the nest?”

There’s a frustrated pause, and then: “No. I want the nesssst.”

“That’s what I thought.” 

Aziraphale digs out the blankets, the pillows, and the heat lamp from a box in the back of the room. He could simply miracle it all into place, of course, but he’s trying not to attract too much attention from Heaven these days. He lays the blankets on the floor and then lines the nest with pillows. Crowley uncoils and slithers over to the nest, burrowing inside the blankets while Aziraphale switches on the heat lamp. 

“How long do you think it will take, this time?” Aziraphale asks.

“Why? Got anywhere better to be, angel?”

Aziraphale huffs. “Knowing how long the process might take will help me choose what to read to you.”

“...only a few hours,” Crowley says, chastened. “Been like thisssss for a while.” 

“You should have come over sooner,” Aziraphale says. “Let’s see, how about some Ian Fleming?”

Aziraphale reads to him for an hour. Crowley is restless, coiling and uncoiling, slithering in and out of the blankets, seemingly unable to get comfortable. It’s no wonder, given the size of the clutch he’s carrying.

When the laying starts, Aziraphale stops reading and puts on music instead. He even makes sure that it’s be-bop, a record that Maggie had given him when he asked her for something modern. He kneels next to the nest and strokes a hand along Crowley’s back as the serpent shudders and strains. 

There are seven eggs in all. As soon as the last one slides free of his serpent body, Crowley morphs back into his human form. He’s immaculately-dressed as always, but pale and shaking. Aziraphale takes a clean blanket off the back of the sofa and drapes it over his shoulders, then turns his attention back to the nest.

Crowley’s serpent form produces a clutch of eggs every century that the demon is forced to lay. Aziraphale has helped Crowley through this process for the past ten centuries, making sure that the serpent stays warm and comfortable while he lays the clutch, and then vanishing the mess and the eggs when it’s over. 

But…there’s something different about this clutch this time. Aziraphale can sense something from the eggs.

He’s never sensed anything from Crowley’s eggs before.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale says after several moments, as the reality of the situation starts to sink in, “did you, perhaps, sneak into the zoo in serpent form again?”

“Oh, it was only for a few days, angel, no one noticed!” Crowley says heatedly. “Wanted to be with my own kind for a bit, that a problem?”

“Ah, no, not really,” Aziraphale says, wringing his hands. “Only…did you mate with any of them, by chance?”

“That’sss none of your business!” Crowley hisses. 

“I think it might be,” Aziraphale says weakly. “Crowley…these eggs have been fertilized.”

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[And then Aziraphale helps Crowley raise his bastard demon snake babies and they live happily ever after the end.]

[cerebipalsy]

I listened to the Punch Up the Jam episode covering “I Want You” by Savage Garden (absolute chaos in the best way! Chris and Miel Bredouw were so good as co-hosts) and I was pleasantly surprised to hear how nicely it mixes with “My Boba Manifesto” on rave.dj.

[yxxxxxx1]

Thread about Joanna of Castile: Part 8.3: "Strained Loyalties: Juana's Personal and Political Turmoil"

Juana’s decision to abandon Castile would go on to have immense repercussions for her future and for that of her kingdoms.

Prawdin thought she had made an emotional, political, even religious rupture with “all Spain.”

For Aram too,

“It was clear that Juana was willing to use her health and compromise her status to obtain what she wanted, and that was not to reign over Castile.”

Others have seen her conduct as “a symptom of madness.”

Zurita thought the incident at La Mota

“Revealed the indisposition and dementia (demencia) of the Princess, which was not formerly public knowledge.” 

Ladero Quesada too has Juana “passing the threshold of dementia: while for Suárez Fernández:

“Since that stormy night of November 1503 … her parents … had not the slightest doubt that [Juana] suffered from a mental disturbance so great that it could prevent her from assuming her functions.

She regarded her marriage vows with utmost seriousness, and had also made oaths to her future kingdoms before the altars of Toledo and Zaragoza. Her subsequent insistence on safeguarding Castilian interests, as she perceived them, would ultimately jeopardize her relationship with her husband, whom she had longingly sought to reunite with.

Sources: Fleming, G. B. (2018). Juana I: Legitimacy and Conflict in Sixteenth-Century Castile (1st ed. 2018 edition). Palgrave Macmillan.

Fox, J. (2012). Sister Queens: The Noble, Tragic Lives of Katherine of Aragon and Juana, Queen of Castile. Ballantine Books.

Gómez, M. A., Juan-Navarro, S., & Zatlin, P. (2008). Juana of Castile: History and Myth of the Mad Queen. Associated University Presse.

[hgfictionwriter]

Self Control

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Spontaneous, early morning sex spurs a new discovery and path in your relationship.

Warnings: Smut. G!P Jessie. Dry humping Simulated intercourse. Light edging. Risky sex. Unprotected sex. Preg and breeding kink. Slight praise kink.

A/N: Take the warning seriously. G!P (girl penis) content. It's not for everyone! So please do not read if it's not for you.

A small frown crossed Jessie’s face as she stirred from her sleep. Despite still being in a haze, her body recognized that you were nestled right into her hips, her spooning you with her arm wrapped around your waist.

You were waking as well, shifting subtly as you came to. The sleep Jessie was waking from quickly dissipated as you shifted against her. Before she had even opened her eyes, she could feel herself starting to grow hard.

She was about to clear her throat and shuffle away, try to exhibit some control over herself, when you nestled back further into her. Her breath caught and under the gentle friction of your warm body shifting against her growing cock, she felt herself start to tent in her boxers.

While a moment ago she wasn't sure if you were just cuddling in, your effect on her unintentional, when you rest your hand against hers and slowly rolled your hips back into her cock, she knew you were well aware of what you were doing.

"Morning, baby," you said, a teasing smile in your voice as you gently rocked your ass against her further. Jessie let out a breathy chuckle.

"Morning, indeed," she grinned as she dipped her head to lay a languid kiss on the top of your shoulder.

You continued to slowly grind back against Jessie and she tightened her arm around your waist. She was fully hard now, and although she still hindered by her boxers and you had panties on, too, she could feel the heat radiating from between your legs.

She continued to kiss along your shoulder and met your slow gyrations with subtle rolls of her hips to match your pace. Her steady movements faltered momentarily when you released a soft whimper. Jessie felt her entire body tense up and she did her best to stay measured and controlled through a wave of lust that rolled over her.

You wriggled against her, making soft, sensual noises that drove Jessie wild. Her cock strained against her boxers, begging for some relief. Jessie buried her face in your hair and began kissing the back of your neck. She had to actively try not to dig her fingers into you when you pushed back against her again with another soft moan.

Jessie finally released a moan of her own when you reached back and released her cock through the slit in her boxers.

"Shit," Jessie breathed as your hand gripped her, stroking her up and down a couple of times, your thumb caressing the head and spreading what Jessie knew had to be a bead of precum. It took concentrated effort for her to maintain control as she slowly thrust into your warm, welcoming hand.

You settled yourself back against Jessie's now bare cock, letting go of it and rub your clothed pussy against her.

"Jesus, babe," Jessie whispered as she pushed against your protected heat. She could feel the warmth emanating off of you even better now and could feel the shape of your lips through the thin fabric of your underwear.

You lifted your leg to give Jessie more room. She exhaled, her mouth in an 'O', as she gently, but firmly gripped your leg and slowly thrust against you. She steadied her breath as best she could as her cock moved across the damp fabric, straining to push inside of you. Grinding against the fabric provided some relief, but left a lot to be desired.

"You're driving me wild," Jessie told you with a ragged breath.

"Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn't turn me on the second I wake up," you responded with a smile in your voice. Jessie chuckled.

"Pretty sure it was you who turned me on. Grinding this pretty ass against me in my sleep." You let out a soft laugh, not deterring you from rolling your heat back against Jessie's hard cock.

"I'm sorry?" You offered sarcastically.

Jessie buried her head against your neck and kissed you once more. "Don't be. God, you're gorgeous." She gave a particularly wanton grind against you. "Mm, I want you so bad."

You shifted against her and moved about. She was uncertain what you were doing at first, but an inaudible gasp escaped her, her jaw slack, as she suddenly felt your bare pussy, slick and hot, grinding directly on her cock, your panties long gone.

"Babe," Jessie warned with a shuddering breath as you rocked your slit against the length of Jessie's straining cock, the movement effortless with how wet you were. Jessie's mouth still refused to close, her eyes fluttering shut with the feeling of your juices coating her. "Fuck," she managed to say.

"God you feel so good against me," you said as your rotated your hips along her length. "Feel how much I want you?"

"Fuck, baby," she ground out as she gripped your hips. "Yeah I can." She released an elated sigh. "You're so wet I could almost slip in." A small grunt escaped her as she forced herself to open her eyes and try to focus. "I should grab a condom."

You held her in place with your arm. "Just don't slip in," you said in a breathy voice. Her eyes drifted shut again as you rolled your hips back against her in response.

Jessie's fingers dug into your hips again and she exhaled through gritted teeth as her head pushed through your slick folds once more.

"Babe, I don't know," she said as she drew her hips back slightly, the head of her cock nestled at your waiting entrance for a second before she shifted forward and through your folds once more.

She chewed the inside of her lip, breaths deep as she tried to maintain composure. You two had been intimate with each other countless times, you lived together, loved one another, hell, most people joked that you two were settled down together already. That said, Jessie had never been inside you without a condom. As hot and heavy as you two could get, at least one of you always had the discipline to grab protection. It had never really been a discussion or up for debate.

"See?" You said, a bit breathless as you continued to glide along her length. "Just like that. You're doing so well."

A small grunt worked its way up Jessie's throat as she felt a pulse go through her at your words.

"You're not making this easy," Jessie ground out, struggling to maintain her control and fighting the urge to jerk her hips forward through your lips as opposed to measured, slow movements.

A small gasp escaped you and you dug your fingers into her thighs.

"What? You don't like me telling you how good you're doing? How much you're pleasing me? You must feel how wet I'm getting."

Jessie's chest rumbled in response. You were dripping wet by now. Breathy moans and soft gasps fell from your lips as Jessie's hard cock kept pushing through your folds, the head stimulating your clit with each steady stroke.

"Baby," you breathed, burying your head into the pillow as your hand clutched her flexed thigh.

Jessie's forehead creased with concentration as she did her utmost to stay away from your entrance, for fear of temptation and what she may do. She inhaled deeply as you shifted your hips forward as she shifted back and her tip slotted itself against your entrance once more.

You let out a small grunt of pleasure and pushed back against her. Jessie's eyes flew open as her cock threatened to stretch your entrance open.

"Shit, babe," she hissed as she stilled her movements and held you in place. She exhaled heavily. "If you want me to stop, you better stop," she warned. She stammered slightly, swallowing as she did. "I-I don't know how much more I can control myself." Almost as if to prove a point, she found herself ever so subtly rutting herself up into you unknowingly, the thick head of her cock stretching you ever so slightly further apart.

"What if I don't want you to stop," you responded as you gently rocked back against her.

Jessie's breathing was deep and uneven as your words and actions settled in. Her hand absently began to caress your stomach.

"Is it a safe time?" She managed to ask, though she continued to gently nudge her hips up further into you and she leaned down to lay slow, wet kisses along the back of your shoulder.

You moaned low in your chest as you reached back with your hand and caressed the back of Jessie's head, your fingers running through her messy waves.

"Not particularly," you admitted, though it didn't stop you from rocking your hips gently back into her.

To Jessie's surprise, instead of pulling back, a growl rumbled in her chest and she tightened her grip on you. She only vaguely noted how her hips twitched, some small fragment of her mind still standing guard and preventing her from thrusting fully inside of you.

She breathed heavy against your skin, the head of her cock just barely pushing inside, but now fully stretching your entrance.

"We'll be fine. Just don't cum inside me," you breathed as you ran your fingers through her hair and dug them into her crown.

A small grunt escaped Jessie as she bit your shoulder, hips poised to push inside you.

"Are you sure?" She managed to ask, eyes screwed shut and unable to muster the focus to open them.

"I trust you. I want to feel you - really feel you. I want you inside of me."

You'd barely finished your sentence when Jessie thrust herself to the hilt inside of you, her jaw dropping at the sensation of being fully sheathed inside of your hot, wet pussy - no barrier of any kind. Just you two, joined fully and unhindered.

"Oh my God," she eventually managed to say, her fingers now digging into your stomach as she ground her feet into the bed to impossibly push further, deeper into you. "Holy fuck. You feel incredible."

She wanted to stay inside you forever. It felt more exceptional than she'd even imagined. The way you hugged her whole length so tightly, she could feel you pulse around her and it felt like the most perfect and natural thing in the world. She couldn't believe she'd waited this long to take you like this.

"Fuck," she repeated, eyes blinking now, as she tried to adjust to the sensation and subconsciously continued to grind up into you.

"Babe, you feel so good inside of me," you said as you rolled your head back and she began to kiss your open neck.

Jessie finally managed to draw her hips back, breaking the kiss and her jaw dropping once more at the sensation as she felt every soft swell and ridge of your tunnel. She stilled when her head felt the tight stretch of your entrance, pausing, enjoying the feeling before pushing swiftly in once more. The moan you made sent a shiver down her spine.

Jessie groaned in pleasure as she bottomed out and she reached under your thigh to lift your leg, giving her more access. She kissed your neck hungrily as you moaned deeper.

"What have you done," Jessie asked as she nipped at your neck. "I'm always going to want this now." She clutched you tighter to her and rose up on one elbow to peer down at your face, watching you intensely as you mewled while she slowly thrust in and out of you.

"I love you being inside of me like this," you said as you opened your eyes to see her watching you. You reached up to her and she immediately lowered herself, crashing into your lips in a heated kiss.

Jessie shifted, switching your positions so you were now on your back and she was between your legs. Some people said missionary was vanilla, but she loved having you beneath her with your legs wrapped around her waist. She loved the intimacy and seeing the way you rocked beneath her as she thrust into you.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she thrust into you with increasing pace and force. Jessie was always so responsible. And controlled. But here right now, her sheathed inside of you, the expressions and the noises you were making as you clutched yourself to her, something flipped inside of her.

She knew she wanted a family. And she knew she wanted one with you. Now, the thought of starting that family sooner rather than later was burning brightly in her mind. Her breathing grew heavier and her thrusts grew more forceful as she looked down at you and envisioned you swelling with her baby. The idea of your body growing and changing because you'd chosen her, allowed her, to flood you with her seed and mark you in the most permanent way possible. You carrying her baby. Her baby.

She blinked rapidly as she struggled to get out of her haze.

"I-I'm not going to last long," she warned. "I have to pull out soon."

You merely moaned deeply and pulled your legs tighter around her waist.

"Baby, I'm serious," she managed to say, though her thrusts didn't waver. "I'm gonna cum." The sound of her hips slapping against yours and the wet sounds of her cock driving in and out of your pussy filled her mind. "And I'm going to cum fucking hard."

"Do it," you panted.

A wave of disappointment swept over Jessie, but before it could impact her you spoke further, sending her into a frenzy.

"Cum inside of me," you told her.

"Fuck, babe," she warned, her thrusts quickening. "Don't joke. I fucking will."

"Do it, baby. Cum inside of me. I want it. I want you," you told her as your hands ran up and down her neck and back.

Jessie's mind raced and her breathing was ragged. The last thread of doubt snapped and she lowered herself fully onto you, pulling you tightly into her body as she rut forcefully into you, both of you rocking into the bed as it creaked beneath her powerful movements.

"I want you to get pregnant," she ground out into your neck, spurred on by how you whined and gasped at her words. "I want you to have my baby."

"Oh God. Jess," you panted as you dug your fingers into her skin and raked down her back, causing her to hiss in both pleasure and pain. "Yes. Oh my God, yes."

"I'm not kidding," Jessie warned through ragged breaths. "If you say 'yes', I'm going to keep fucking you until you're pregnant with my baby."

"I want your baby, Jessie," you said. "I want to carry your baby. I want to give us our family."

Jessie growled as she flexed her hips into you relentlessly.

"The only place I want you to ever cum is inside of me," you told her. She groaned once more.

"I want everyone to know you're mine. Everyone will see you swollen with my baby, knowing it was me who made you like that. That you let me. That you begged me."

You whimpered and moaned beneath her and Jessie knew her pupils must be blown with lust. She hardly recognized herself, but she loved every moment of this and wanted more.

She felt herself cresting as your tunnel fluttered around her and continually worked to keep her in. This was the point of no return.

"Last ask. Are you sure?” She asked, voice shuddering under the weight of the control it was taking to keep her climax at bay.

"I'm sure. Are you sure?" You asked as you tilted your head to try to look at her.

"I'm so fucking sure," she told you resolutely. Nearly wincing as she continued to try to fend off her impending orgasm. "I can't wait for you to be the mother of my baby."

You released a long, heady moan.

"I want you to cum in me. Again and again."

Jessie needed no further instruction and thrust into you a few more times before bottoming out and feeling an immense rush come over her as she held herself deep inside of you and emptied herself into you. She grunted and rutted into you a couple more times as ropes of cum coated the inside of your pussy. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she noted how you scratched up her back and moaned shamelessly in her ear.

After a few slow, lingering strokes, Jessie fell slack on your body, her own now spent and exhausted. She was idly aware of how you caressed the back of her head, playing with her hair.

“That was amazing,” Jessie panted as she lifted herself up onto her forearms. She paused as your hands came to her shoulders and held her in place.

“Don’t pull out,” you requested. Jessie swore her cock twitched inside of you. She nodded and gave you a long kiss. She gave you a quiet grin when she pulled back.

“Even if this doesn’t take, we can always try again.”

A/N: Part Two is available here.

[miutonium]

Boogie Man, Utionium and Bubbles!! ~@soft-spooks (good luck in class btw u got this!)

Thank you! I did okay for class when you send this Ask but I am now back in class and Im hoping it go well today ;w; thank u for the well wishes 💕💕💕

The Boogie Man 🎵 — Quick! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first five songs that come up!

My playlist basically went Mr.Worldwide 🧍‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Professor Utonium 🥼 — Are there any scientific inventions or discoveries that fascinate you?

You heard of girlies telling true crime like tea so let me talk about antibiotics like them too 💅

Radioactive is cool but the history of Penicillin (the first pure Antibiotic) is one of my fav. Im just gonna write a very simplified version of it after rereading it just now lol

There's reports of usage of mold to treat infection way way back before the 20th century especially in ancient greek and egypt but the creation of the first fully synthetic and commercialise antibiotic only started during the early 40s so like if you get any bacterial infection from uhhh lets say a cut on your pinky, you rubbed your eyes with a dirty hand, you look as someone at the wrong time, you had a hanky panky with Patty at the back alley or maybe you just exist, you can die. Existing antimicrobial meds like sulfanilamide even the strongest one sometimes doesnt work with diseases that in modern days we can simply heal with just 1 course of antibiotics.

Anyway how we discovered Penicillin was purely by accident when back in 1929, Alexander Fleming discovered one of the strep strain he was cultivating in his petri dish that he left for a few days for a holiday seemed off. Upon closer inspection he realized there's a strain of mold that grew on the dish and noticed that the bacteria didnt grow around the mold ring so he conducted a few experiments to comfirm his discovery and ended up publishing a paper about his findings. Despite this though no one wanted to do anything about it. They read the paper and just left him on seen and Fleming wasnt a chemist, he's a biologist, the lowest of the low for the nerds back in the 19th century because all the cool kids major in physics and studying radioactive and actively promoting radioactive quackery while their jaw is rotting off from the radium exposure so he couldn't do anything about it and he just let his research in the back burner until like 10 years later a group of nerds at Oxford found his paper and like "wait this man was actually cooking" and decided to take the challenge to purify this mold juice and see if they can turn it into an antibiotic.

In early stages of their research, there didnt use like a big steep container to 'procure' the mold but instead uses a narrow container with large surface area, think of casserole dish to get the juice because the mold only grows on the surface of the liquid instead of inside the liquid. Purifying isn't easy, at least 2000 litres of purified Penicillin juice were needed just to make antibiotics enough to treat 1 person so 2 of the big nerds, Howard Florey and Norman Heatley flew to the US and asked if anyone could mass produce it and then like jump to idk pages of wikipedia page later it was being mass produced in the early 40s during the peak of WW2 (there's too many conflict happens during this and the girls are fighting over who should be credited for it and I am not into some nerd drama rn)

Here's some interesting facts that I found out while reading:

- During the early stages of mass production, they still haven't produce enough Penicillin for the people they're treating and running clinical trials and they discovered that patients who received Penicillin shot also excreted those antibiotics back into their urine. At least 70% of the Penicillin they got is stored in the balls floating in the urine so they took the pee, crystallised them and extracted the Penicillin from the pee crystals so at least half of the people who gets the antibiotics shot got them from some guy's pee.

- When Florey and Heatley planned to fly to the US, they feared they couldn't bring the mold in a small glass tube without it being missing so they laced the pocket of their coat with the mold.

- Winston Churchill almost died from Pneumonia back in 1943 but fully cured by Sulfanilamide but the tabloid at time said Penicillin cured him simoly because they wanted to instill confidence to the public about antibiotic

- During Clinal Trials, they tested on animals for toxicity but they didn't tested it on guinea pigs. If they tested it on guinea pigs there's a possibility that antibiotics is not what we have now or didn't exist at all since Penicillin is toxic to guinea pigs

Anyway cut to decades later we abused the fuck out of antibiotics and there's rising cases of antibiotics resistant bacteria. It is estimated that we are 5 years away from creating antibiotics that works on the bacteria that resist antibiotics in the present. So the next time if you are prescribed with antibiotics, FINISH THEM ACCORDING TO DR'S ORDERS!!!

Bubbles 🫧 — List three things that bring you joy!

Answered here!

[asfaltics]

a baker’s dozen blue, sort of, to see

              1 warming sunlight on the damp, heaving             raft, to putter in a world of good, if you can only be happy here,             puttering about with us

            2 here and there,             but that’s puttering the beginning of things             if I had;             don’t you suppose I’d be doing something instead of             puttering away with just the

            3 Fire Extinguisher (Strickland Patent,             over which the doctor had been puttering for years),             sale of

            4 garden,             puttering about the cooking, cleaning, and packing, delightful afternoon of             (loved puttering) varied activities             (of yard and garden, snipping marguerites, watering the flowers),             puttering among blue, sort of,             to see him puttering around

            5 As you can see !             shabby books outside the book-shop             unrelieved blackness, turning the pages             “I was puttering about in the back of the store, putting it in order, really”

            6 the old days when he used to be rich and important, very happy,             puttering about with Audrey             remembering

            7 life, a great deal about,             indifferent acceptance of (including J’s incessant puttering) a damp rag,             she puttered about with

            8 twilight, perverse fantasy for,             puttering about with straining eyes and inaccurate fingers despair, driven to             by Lizzie’s puttering about             But she was so dreary a careful message             clumsily puttering about in his desire

            9 world, any other thing in,             preference for puttering about this old place, to

            10 farm,             putterin’ about, and feelin’ that you were a free man day, delightful,             his busy puttering

            11 kitchen,             (hearing rain pattering on the porch roof, wood crackling in the stove)             puttering about changing things, puttering around —             how would you like it?

            12 old place (ramshackle),             to putter and garden and read books             This is me.

            13 stove,             puttering ineffectually about, pulling the wrong dampers,             extinguishing what fire there was dishpan,             puttering away at.             She laughed.

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sources, all Kathleen Norris (1880-1966) all hathitrust or borrowable at archive.org

1 ex Josselyn’s Wife (1918) : 76 and 287 2 ex The Rich Mrs. Burgoyne (1919) : 119 and 291 3 ex Sisters (1919) : 11 4 ex Certain People of Importance (1922) : 11, 243, 410 and 468 UC copy opens to show full family tree (minus that most important person, “the derelict young coloured woman named Carra”) : link 5 ex Lucretia Lombard (1922) : 107 6 ex Rose of the World (1924) : 163 7 ex The Callahans and the Murphys (1924) : 32 and 42 8 ex Little Ships (1925) : 293, 381 and 412 9 ex The Black Flemings (1926; 1929 printing) : 274 10 ex “Sinners,” in Baker’s Dozen (1938; Paperback Library, 1971) : 290 and 296 also appeared in These I like best : the favorite novels and stories of Kathleen Norris, chosen by herself (1941) : link originally published (as “The Sinners”) in Hearst’s International-Cosmopolitan (July 1929) * 11 ex Belle-Mère (1931) : 190 and 204 (borrowable at archive.org) 12 ex Lost Sunrise (1939) : 249 (borrowable at archive.org) 13 ex The Venables (1941) : 258 and 396 (borrowable at archive.org)

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haven’t done this before — direct from puutterings to asfaltics — mea culpa.

will provide (some) more, on Kathleen Norris and for each (some?) of these, at the external archive page (in due course).