#having a meal that big today was definitely a mistake

[sk1nnysuccubus]

auughhh ate a little bit more. not anything over 200 cals but. still.

i wanna fast so fucking bad

[mountsmase]

a/n: hi!! it’s been a little while but I’m back! (I think?) I’ve had the worst writers block ever and I didn’t think I’d have anything to post anytime soon but this is a very little, very unedited something that I wrote yesterday after we got this pic 🤭 like I said it’s unedited and I’m posting it before I have a chance to talk myself out of it so please excuse any mistakes, this definitely isn’t amazing but I’m still really happy with it so I hope you enjoy 🫶🏻💖

word count: 2k

genre: fluff and smut without actually being smut

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Summer Loving - MM7

Laughter, chatter, and the sound of the waves crashing are the only things that can be heard as you sit on a rather large boat in the middle of the greek ocean.

You’re 3 days in to your holiday with Mason and his family, and it’s safe to say that you’re having the time of your life. When you first met Mason a couple of years ago, they immediately welcomed you and took you in as though you were one of their own, and you’ll forever be grateful that they continue to invite you on these amazing holidays with them.

The trip this year has been a little busier than the last couple you have done together, with his eldest sister and her family flying in to join you from Australia. All fifteen of you are staying in one big villa together and you’ve been having the time of your lives, playing in the pool all day before dressing up and going out for meals in the evening, but today has been a little different.

You all decided to rent out a boat for the day, wanting a change of scenery. The plan being to do some snorkelling and sail to different spots around the coast to give you a different view of the island, so that’s where you are now, up on the top deck of the yacht you’ve rented and sat around the large table after enjoying some lunch and a bit of time out of the sun.

You’ve been making some friendship bracelets with Summer and Poppy for the last hour or so, giving them your full attention and listening to their instructions as they show you all of their favourite beads and tell you how to use each one.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to anything else that was going on around you, which is why it takes you a few moments to realise that Mason is missing from the group after you finish tying the final knot on your last bracelet, placing it to the side for safe keeping.

“Has anyone seen Mase?” You ask, looking around again to make sure he’s not just hiding in plain sight.

The group answer with collective no’s, Lewis letting you know that he disappeared about 5 mins ago but he just assumed he was going to use the loo, so you give it another couple of minuets, waiting to see if he comes back before deciding to go and look for him.

You excuse your self from the table, heading downstairs to look inside first before making your way to the back decking when you have no luck. It takes you a few more moments to spot him, but your heart warms when you do.

He’s sitting at the back of the boat, on the lowest deck with his legs dangling in the water, his back facing you as he looks out into the distance. His tanned skin glows under the sun, decorated with his tattoos which are just begging to be touched and your skin heats at the sight of his toned arms and back, a result of the extra gym sessions he’s been fitting in.

You gravitate towards him, careful not to make too much noise as you don’t want to startle him, but as you get closer you open the camera app on your phone, wanting to take a photo of him so that you can remember the sight forever.

It’s the camera sound affect that grabs his attention, giving away your presence as he turns around to find your bikini clad body stood on the deck above him, his smile growing as he motions for you to join him.

“I was hoping you’d come and find me” he speaks, voice soft as you take the few steps down to the lower deck and walk the short distance to where he’s sitting, your phone now discarded on the side as you sit your self down behind him.

You wrap your legs around him, arms circling his waist and you both know that it’s a little too hot to be this close, but you can’t bring yourselves to care as he leans back into you, his back pressed to your front as he rests most of his weight onto you.

“What are you doing over here all alone?” You wonder, peaking at him over his shoulder.

His cheeks are flushed, and you know it’s not because of the sun when he drops his head as if he’s trying to hide from you.

“Go on, tell me” you encourage, pressing your lips to his shoulder to coax the answer from him, wondering what’s gotten him so shy all of a sudden.

“Just wanted some time alone with you, and I know it sounds bad but I knew that sneaking away would be the only way I’d get it”

He wants time alone with you and he knew you’d come looking for him.

The usual butterflies that you get around him are released from their cage as his words sink in, your own cheeks now heating up as you rest one against his shoulder blade, feeling the need to be even closer.

“All you had to do was ask me to come with you, bubs. I’m sure no one would mind”

“I know, but I didn’t want to pull you away from your bracelet making. It looked like pretty intense stuff” He laughs, remembering back to an hour ago when Summer was giving you strict instructions on how to make your bracelets and telling you what beads to use.

“Well, I’m here now.” You sit up a little straighter, hands moving to his shoulders and massaging into skin. He tilts his head, placing a kiss to the back of your hand in acknowledgment before allowing himself to relax into you again.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the view and each others company as you continue your touches, running your hands up and over his shoulder blades, down his back, and over every other inch of his skin that you can reach. Your lips follow their path and you revel in the soft hums that leave his lips every so often, his relaxed sighs letting you know that he’s enjoying himself so you can’t find it in you to stop.

His hands rest against your legs that are still wrapped around his waist, sitting just below your knees and tracing patterns into your skin until he decides that he wants you even closer.

“C’mere” he mumbles, patting the decking beside him and you shuffle around so that you’re sat at his side, legs now dangling into the water next to his and his arm wraps around you, holding you to him.

His other hand lands on your thigh as you lean into him and rest your head against his shoulder, his once innocent touches now growing a little more risky and you can feel his mood shift as they become more deliberate. His expression remains innocent, but the gentle circles he was once tracing become firmer as he creeps his way higher up, getting dangerously close to the hem on your bikini bottoms and you struggle to ignore the wave of heat that rushes to your centre as he tickles along the inside of your thigh.

“Mason” you warn, though you don’t put up much of a fight as his hand moves and instead finds its way up to your waist, tugging you closer towards him until your legs are thrown over his and your body suddenly craves for more.

“They can’t see us down here, Y/N. We’re hidden” he mumbles, and you feel the sensible part of your brain slowly giving into him as he checks once more for any hesitation, connecting his lips to yours when he doesn’t find any.

He keeps one hand against your waist, tightening his grip and digging his fingertips into your skin as his other finds its way to the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair and tilting your head slightly to give himself more control over the kiss. He tugs gently on your locks, your quiet gasp allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips.

You moan into his mouth, tasting the fruity cocktail that he’s been drinking on his tongue and feeling intoxicated as he steals every last breath from your lungs. You suddenly can’t get any closer to him, your hands everywhere as you scoot further into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your fingers into the firm muscles and lightly scratching your nails over his skin.

A deep sigh slips between his lips at the feeling of your hands against him, separating his lips from yours so that you can take a breath but your touch only encourages him to continue.

His hand drifts down your side, fingertips teasing over your hip and fiddling with the bows that hold your bikini bottoms together, threatening to dip under the fabric as he trails his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder, his beard scratching against your delicate skin and causing goosebumps to follow in his path.

“Mase,” you breath, getting lost in the feeling of his lips against your skin as he scatters a line of kisses alongside the strap of your top, but you’re quickly brought back to reality at the sound of giggling coming from the deck above you.

The realisation that one of his family members could come and find you at any given moment snaps you out of your Mason induced daze, and you rush to move away from him but don’t get far as he tightens his hold on your hip, not letting you go anywhere. You glance around, relieved to find that no one has followed you to this area of the boat yet, but that’s not to say that someone won’t eventually come looking for you.

“We shouldn’t” You tell Mason, bringing a hand to the back of his neck and gently trying to pry him away from you, but he doesn’t go down without a fight, groaning in protest and placing a few more kisses to your skin before eventually giving in and sitting back to look at you.

“This sucks” he pouts, resembling a child that just had their favourite toy taken away from them as he leans back against the decking, making sure to not break any physical contact as he moves his hand to instead rest against your thigh again.

You understand why he’s frustrated. The last few days that you’ve been away haven’t necessarily been easy, having to watch each other walk around in minimal clothing all day, and not being able to spend any alone time together besides the quick shower fuck yesterday morning, which definitely scratched the itch but has only left you both craving more.

“I know, Masey. But just think about next week” You hold his gaze, watching as he instantly perks up at the mention of your next trip together.

As much as you’re loving your time away with his family, you can’t help but look forward to your next getaway. After arriving back home from Mykonos in a few days time, you’ll be in Manchester for not even 48 hours before jetting back off to Portugal for another week in the sun. But you’ll be alone that time, a week of each others undisturbed company before you’re both thrown back into busy work and training schedules. And it’s safe to say that it can’t come soon enough, the both of you in desperate need of some long anticipated time alone.

“Can’t fucking wait” Leaning forward, he presses his lips to yours once, twice, and a third time just for good measure.

“C’mon” he mumbles, standing up and reaching out to take your hand, tricking you into thinking that you’re just heading back to the top deck to join his family again but you’re caught of guard when he suddenly pulls you into the water with him.

The water is a refreshing surprise as it surrounds you and you can only laugh as your head pokes back up above the surface, one of your hands still securely held by Mason’s but you’re sure to use the other to splash him as he resurfaces next to you. Your sudden playful mood attracts the attention of his nieces and nephew, all of them coming around to your side of the boat and jumping in to join you, the rest of his family following soon after.

You spend the last few hours of the afternoon making the most of your remaining time on the boat, soaking up the sun and enjoying your time with his family, all while looking forward everything that awaits you in Portugal.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading! feedback is appreciated as always 💖

[cheeeeseburger]

B-a-b-y, baby

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This was almost called "Put a baby in me one more time", like the Britney Spears song lmao. Also, this was inspired by that one interview where he is asked about not having children. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

Cooking was your love language. It’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, because that’s how you got your husband, Fernando Alonso. You had cooked him his favourite dish and he had fallen right into your arms. On the other hand, baking was your way to relieve stress. The night before your wedding, you were up late baking a pie.

Today, you were both filled with love and stress, and that’s why you ended up with your large dinner table buried under elaborate dishes and delicious desserts. There was enough food to feed an army. The entire F1 grid could’ve gone for seconds or thirds and there would still be enough for leftovers.

The reason for all of this? You had taken a pregnancy test, and it was positive. While this was wonderful news, you had yet to tell your husband.

“Princesa?” Your husband called out for you as he entered your home.

“In here!” Your stomach was doing cartwheels.

It’s not like he wouldn’t be happy. He had always wanted to be a dad, but as he got older, his dream of having his own children slowly started to fade away. You also wanted to have children, and although you were still young, you had yet to meet the man you imagined getting you pregnant. Luckily for you two, you found each other.

“Mi amor, are we having guests tonight?” Fernando asked when he saw the table full of food. As usual, he gave you a quick kiss.

You let out a nervous laugh. “No, no, it’s just us tonight. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Which bottle of wine shall I open for tonight? What will go well with all this wonderful food you have cooked?” Oh no. Wine was definitely out of the picture.

“I made lemonade, we don’t need wine! Please sit down my love, I don’t want the food to get cold.” He looked at you, noticing your odd behaviour, but he did not pick up on it.

“Alright princesa, if you insist.”

The meal went fine, but you had not yet found the courage to tell him the news. You didn’t know if it was because of all the sugar, the nervousness or the baby, but you felt like throwing up. At least, he seemed to really enjoy the food.

“Mi amor, I’m not going to fit in my race suit because of you!” He patted his stomach, and you knew it was your moment.

“Actually, I’m not going to fit in my clothes either. I’m going to be eating for two.” You got up to go behind his chair, and you kissed him on the top of his head.

“What do you mean?” Bless his heart. He had no idea what was coming. You put your arms around him and leaned down to whisper in his ear: “We’re going to have a baby.”

“¡Dios mios, princesa!” He got up from his chair and immediately pulled you in his arms. “Is this for real? I’m going to be a father?” The joy in his eyes was too much for you.

With tears in your eyes, you answered: “Yes, my love. You’re going to be a father. In fact, you’re going to be the greatest father there ever was.” He lifted you off the ground and made you spin in your dining room.

He put you down and gave you a big kiss full of love. “How did this happen?” He patted your stomach.

You smirked. “Well, I know how it happened.” You put on your best imitation of Fernando: “Please, princesa. Can I put a baby in you? I want to get you pregnant so bad, princesa.” He laughed at your poor attempt at a Spanish accent.

“I remember now.” You laughed, and he wiped your smirk and your tears away with a kiss. “You’ve made my dreams come true, mi amor. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now.” He hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope you’ll still love me when I ask you to go buy my pregnancy craving a two AM.” Fernando chuckled and tenderly brushed your hair with his finger.

“Lucky you, princesa. I drive fast. You won’t have to wait long for your food. And it will only make me love you more.”

You made a mental note to buy a cookbook about baby food.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You and Fernando, like any other new parents, stared in adoration at the crib in which your baby boy was sleeping. Although it was hard to believe, your son was now nearly a year old.

“He looks so much like you. I’m kind of insulted. I carried him for nine months!” You whispered at your husband. He laughed quietly.

“Let’s hope he has your brain, then. With your intelligence and my looks, he is sure to make a great F1 driver. My legacy will be secured!” You lightly smacked him on the arm.

“I’m never letting him go in an F1 car ever! I’m already on my knees praying that you be safe at every race, I’m not signing up for another 20 years of that!” You whispered-shouted at Fernando. You were kidding, but also not.

“It must be very hard, since I also make you go on your knees after every race and more.” He chuckled at his own joke. You smacked him again, harder this time. Forget the lightly. He continued: “Are you going to be very mad if I tell you that I have already bought him a kart?” Your eyes were big as saucers.

“Fernando!” You shouted a little too loud for your liking. Your son babbled in his sleep. “He’s not even one year old yet!” He faked looking sheepish, but really, he was proud of his scheming. You were not actually mad either, you were only pretending to toy with him. He grabbed your hands and kissed you. All his wrongdoing (that was not actually wrong) was suddenly forgiven.

“I’m sorry, princesa. But you can’t blame me for wanting to show him what I do.” You fake-pouted at him, but that did not last long because he looked too adorable.

“Alright, I get it. You will have to buy a second one, though.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Another one? Why, princesa? Are you planning on starting karting soon?” You put his hands on your stomach. Just like the first time, you were full of nerves, but also happiness. You cupped his face with your hands.

“No, my love. But the baby in my belly might.” You flashed your biggest smile at him. It was true that pregnancy made you glow because you lit up the whole darkened room.

“What?!” He shouted, and that effectively woke up your son from his sleep. Laughing, you picked him up from his crib.

“You’re going to be a big brother!” you exclaimed to your son, who giggled in return. Fernando was still in shock. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his disbelief. Finally, he returned to his senses.

“Princesa! I’m going to be a father!” He pulled you and your baby in a big hug. You laughed against his shoulder, as tears of joys were running your cheeks.

“You already are, my love. You are the greatest father there ever was.”

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando was an extraordinary father. He was so good to you and your two sons, who were now celebrities around the paddock. Alonso 1 and Alonso 2, they were called. When your husband approached you with the idea of having another baby, it was a no-brainer. How could you ever say no to the opportunity to give an already amazing father a chance to be an even better one?

And you loved being a mother. You loved cooking for your family and seeing them all enjoy it together at the dinner table. After you made a particularly good tiramisu, you got pregnant for the third time. Turns out that your tiramisu was so good that it made you get pregnant with twins.

That’s how you ended up walking around the paddock, pregnant with twin girls. Actually, it was more of a waddle than a walk. Your belly was huge, and you were holding your youngest son in your arms while the oldest tugged on your dress to keep you close.

“Princesa, what are you doing? You should be sitting down!” Fernando trailed down after you and immediately took your youngest in his arms, which made the people around you laugh. He really was the cliché of the overprotective father and husband, but it was cute. Still, you rolled your eyes at him. It was the children he was supposed to scold, not his wife!

“Fernando, I’m fine. I don’t want to sit down, it’s all I do these days. The girls and I, we want to have to have some fun.” You pointed to your belly, full of two little girls.

He gave you a kiss and he put his hand that was not holding your son to your belly. “I’m glad you’re here, princesa, but maybe use the stroller next time, yes? And you, tete, you were supposed to be watching your momma!” Your youngest son pouted at his dad and laughed when Fernando ruffled his hair.

“There’s just so many people here, I can’t pass with the stroller,” you whined, pointing to everyone around. Fernando raised an eyebrow at you.

“No, we can’t have that, can we, princesa? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have all the space you need, mi amor. All the best for my family.” He gave you a small slap on your ass and put his hand around your waist. He led you so confidently around the paddock that honestly it was a turn on.

You blushed and whispered to his ear so your children could not hear: “You’re making me feel hot. Maybe I’ll give you triplets next time, huh?” He gave a you a devilish grin while you made your way around, you holding your oldest son’s hand and your other hand resting on your full belly while Fernando had an arm around your waist and your youngest in the other.

Move over, everyone. The Alonsos are here.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You were resting on the sand of the private beach attached to your villa in Spain. Your twin girls were napping peacefully next to you, in the shade. You were trying to imitate them, but falling asleep next to the view you had was impossible.

Fernando was playing in the water with your two boys. Shirtless, the sun of his home country made him shine. Every time you had his back in your sight, you swooned at his tattoo. You wanted to fill it with kisses. It should be illegal to look this good.

Him playing with your children shouldn’t be that attractive, but being a father really did make him glow. His eyes lit up with joy when he was around his family.

“Boys, come here, you need to reapply sunscreen!” You shouted at the three most important men of your life. They all came running to you. You had trained your husband and children well, apparently.

“How are my girls doing?” Fernando leaned down and kissed you. You started to apply sunscreen on one boy while your husband did the same for your other son.

“They are doing well, my love. You’re giving me quite the show.” He smirked at you.

“You like the view, princesa?” He played cocky and showed off his body. You chuckled. What a show off. Thank God he was a show off.

It was his turn to get the sunscreen. Your boys played in the sand near their baby sisters. “Absolutely, baby. I’m hot all over, and it’s not because of the sun,” you answered while putting sunscreen on his back. He laughed, but you could tell he was pleased at your words.

“Oh really?” Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded, acting innocently.

“Yeah, baby. In fact, I kind of want you to put a baby in me right now.” His eyes got big, but he quickly came back to earth.

He threw you over his shoulder and spun you around. You were laughing hysterically. He exclaimed to your boys and your girls who were now awake because of the noise: “Do you hear that? Mamma wants another baby! You’re going to have another brother or sister!” His voice was full of joy. Your children were all laughing and screaming, clearly amused by the fact that mommy was on daddy’s shoulder.

Fernando untied the string around your neck holding your swimsuit top in place and put you down, laughing. “Fernando!” you yelled as you tried holding your top. He was already gone, too busy chasing your boys on the beach. The twins were doing a mix of laughing and cute baby noises. In revenge, you flashed your husband, to which he replied with a wink.

Oh yeah, you were getting that fifth baby. Tonight.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

The room was silent, except for the faint sound of the heart monitor in the hospital room.

“Oh Fernando, he’s so perfect. I think we’ve outdone ourselves.” Fernando laughed softly. You were sitting against his back on the hospital bed, holding your newborn son.

“Princesa, you say this every single time.” You smiled at him.

“But it’s true, my love. All of our children are perfect. We are so lucky.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, we are. I love you, mi vida.”

“I love you too.” At the same moment, your four other children came running into the room, all whispering-shouting when they saw their newest brother.

The love in this room could be observed from a fifty miles radius. Fernando looked around at the room, and he nearly choked up. A few years ago, he had nearly given up on his dream of having his own family, yet here he was, husband to a perfect wife and father to wonderful kids.

After a few minutes, your kids left to go back home with Fernando’s parents. You were perfectly happy, yet something was wrong, but neither of you wanted to mention it first.

Fernando finally broke up the silence: “You know, mi amor, I don’t really like odd numbers…” He softly brushed your hair with his fingers while you did the same to your baby boy.

“Me neither, baby!” you exclaimed, happy to see he was thinking the same thing as you. “And, you know, I think it’s not fair if we don’t give this precious little baby a friend! We would be failing as parents.” He laughed and added to your comment: “Oh yes, definitely. We would be bad parents. Horrible, even.” You nodded solemnly.

“Absolutely, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “What’s one more?”

Yeah, what’s one more?

This man wanted children? He would be getting them.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando had just done really well in a race, even landing a place on the podium. You and your six kids were all cheering for him, all dressed up in his merch. He waved at you from the podium, and all your kids started jumping and screaming for their father. You blew your husband a kiss, and he felt as if he had just won another championship.

“A question for Alonso. You had a great performance today, even landing on the podium. Tell us, Fernando. What made you perform so well today? Is it the changes on the car?” asked and interviewer during the post-race interview.

“The car is good, yes, but I got on the podium today because of my family, definitely. My wife and my children are always the reason why I succeed.” Fernando winked at you, and everyone in the room laughed as you turned beet red. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you were.

Okay, another baby wouldn’t be so bad, right?

[tosksuki]

HES BACK!~

Paring: Kento Nanami x reader

WARNING: one slap😭😭😭, wine , breeding , overstim a lil bit, Kento calls you mommy! Yum! Just think nasty but nothing crazy but you get pregnant hehe?! If there are mistakes lmk i did not go back and edit it! Oopsie poopsies!

WordCount: 2.4k

Plot: Your husband finally comes home from deployment after a long couple of boringish months! You missed him as much as he missed you and after spending all that time with that mean ole sergeant there wasn’t anything wrong with a little babying……

Your husband after being gone for over half a year finally comes back home today! Its been so long, you were able to call or text since the service was poor, wasn't able to send as many letters you would've liked to either. To be honest you didn’t have many friends so you often found yourself lonely. You missed being able to lay up with the huge man. And if you were being honest you missed the sex!

Of course you had videos and tapes of the two of you to watch when you weren’t together but your hands neither your secret stash of toys were good enough! Youve worn all of his t’shirts and button ups being sure to spray some cologne on it just to go to sleep…or while you rode your dildo sniffing the scent wishing it was him so bad. Still not enough.

The entire week you spent getting ready for his return! Giving the house a nice deep clean and filling up the pantry with groceries. You ordered some new lingerie for his return home , praying he won't be too tired to see you in it. Now it was the big day, he wouldn’t be home till night so the entire day you groomed yourself, getting your hair, nails, toes, and lashes done. You put on a simple wayyy too short dress before you headed to the kitchen.

Your phone gave a ding as you checked your notifications. Your husband texted you he just arrived at the airport and was now on his way home. You bit your lip in excitement when you texted him back. You busied yourself with cooking, afterall your poor man was definitely sick of MRE meals.

An hour goes by and you plated the meals filling up glasses with some nice wine. You laid fresh clothes on the bed for him to change into. Just as you finished the doorbell rung, you immediately bolted to the door. “Who is it?” You yelled knowingly, “A robber!” The familiar voice said back. You threw open the door “NANAMII MY BABY” you said jumping onto him, catching him by surprise he stumbled a little bit before catching you with one arm. The action made your stomach churn, the man infront of you gave you a big toothy grin “I missed you honey!” He said through his deep laugh.

You gave him a big ole kiss wrapping your arms around him just to savor the moment. You stopped to grab his face and kiss all over it which made the man squeeze you tighter. He carried you while he walked inside your big penthouse closing the door with his foot. He dug his nose into the crook of your neck to get the smell of you he missed so much before giving it a quick kiss. “I made some food for you” you giggled as he put you down. “I kinda wanna eat the woman infront of me” he whispered hovering over you , you looked so much smaller compared to him before. Maybe it was because he grew so much muscle in these months. You weren’t complaining though, you were loving it.

“Hmm well I think you can have her for desert?” You sent him a wink. “Besides I think you’re pretty hungry…” you said pointing towards his growling stomach which made the two of you laugh. You grabbed his hand taking him to the dining room where the food sat but he was too busy watching your ass jiggle against the thin sad excuse of a dress. It barely covered half of your ass, the poor man had to shift his hardening dick in his pants. “Hey, eat eat eat!” You pushed him into the chair taking a seat across from him.

“Yes ma’am” he said, stuffing his mouth full of the food. “Can you get me a glass of water honey?” He requested, just an excuse to see you walk away. You placed the cup infront of him “there you go baby, muah” you emphasized giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you honey” he groaned but it was quiet enough that you weren’t able to hear it. “What did I miss while I was gone?” He questioned. “Mmm, OH! My sister had her baby” his heart thumped in his ears hearing the word baby. He’s been thinking about it for a few weeks, the idea of pumping you full and you carrying his kin made him excited.

“She actually ended up having twins, a boy and a girl” you said a smile plastered your face. “Let me show you”. You walked over to where you husband sat, taking a seat on his lap. You scrolled through the photos of you carrying and playing with the babies, your sister in the background of some sleeping her day away. “Dont you think we should have one of those?” He cooed in your ear pulling you against him more. You could feel his solid print twitching against the fat of your ass but you acted like you didn’t, innocently shifting a little making him grit his teeth. “Yeah! I been thinkin about it… you would be daddy ken” you laughed turning your head to face him.

“Can I have dessert now?” he pleaded eyes becoming hungrier as you left his lap already missing you. “Yeah baby” you whispered into his ear licking the soft skin. “Wanna take it to the bedroom” he eagerly nodded rushing the cold water down his throat to gain a pinch of sense. You took his hand leading him to the soft bed before pushing him to sit down. “Lemme make you feel good okay?” You gave him a kiss, a kiss that showed how much you missed him. He whimpered into your mouth as your tongue found his fighting for dominance. His hand cupped the back of your head before pulling you closer making the kiss sloppier. You pulled off his clothes leaving him bare.

His cock standing up slapping his torso, his tip was flushed and leaking excitedly. “Spit” you commanded and he spat into your hand leaning back a little further. He watched desperately as your hand rubbed and teased all over his length. “Please…” he whimpered as your hand moved slowly up and down. “Please what Ken?” You licked the corner of his lips “youve gotta use your words” you said gripping his thigh with your free hand. The action made him tense , he was embarrassed. After dealing with that mean sergeant nonstop you figured some babying will do him good.

“Ma’am please stop teasing” he groaned gripping your wrist. The new nickname made something ignite a slightly new side inside you. “Good boy” you cooed at him before twisting your wrist in an up and down motion. You added your other hand going the opposite direction making sure to cover the whole length. “Aha thank you” he was quivering under you. “I missed you so much” he wailed as your lips wrapped around his crying tip. You slowly took more into your mouth bobbing your head gently. Your eyes shot up at your husband, he was crumbling under you, the man watched your every movement with hearts in your eyes.

His hand found its way into your hair rubbing your scalp his breathing was getting heavier and you could tell he was gonna near his release. “You gonna cum f’ me already?” You questioned the quivering man. He nodded which made you slap his thighs, “yes ma’am” he whispered as his hips mindlessly rutted into your mouth. When you went back down you stuck your tongue out and opened your throat before letting him all the way in. The very loud and shameless gagging could be heard. He was such a mess moanin spewing out please and thank you.

“Im gonna cum honey” he said through vigorous moans and thrust. The spit and bubbles falling from your mouth dropped to his balls making them wet, you massaged them gently. “Can I pl-please” you swore he was about to cry, “just a little bit longer baby then you can i promise” you said giving his length a kiss. Your tongue wrapped around his tip viciously before you swirled it around. The man was losing his sanity looking at the filthy scene infront of him. “Mommy…” he whimpered quietly, “please let me cum” the name made you nearly cum yourself. “You’re so cute of course you can Ken” you commanded him, immediately he shot a heavy and thick load in your mouth.

“S-so go-od uh mhm th-thank youha so muc-h” he moaned loudly as his hips thrashed. You held your tongue out and made sure to lick him clean praising him “so good, mommys good boy Ken” you teased the new nickname at him making him look away from your gaze before you swallowed. You slowly stood up before slowly pulling up your dress revealing your new lingerie. Your panties were thin and crotchless and your bra was lacy and see through your tits practically spilled out the material. “Fuck me” kento scootched back on to the bed as you climbed over him. You looked at him like you were a predator and he was your prey. “Thats the idea baby, be patient” you squeezed his thighs slightly arching to give him a small view of whats next. You crawled over onto his lap before sitting down on his torso.

“Wanna see how much mommy missed her sweet husband's dick?” You spreading your legs open leaning back slightly to give him a view of your pussy. You put 2 fingers in your mouth sucking them lewdly to get them nice and wet. You traced your hand down your body before spreading your lips open so he could get a perfect view. Ken was watching you intently every movement you could feel his dick slapping your ass making you giggle. Your fingers rubbed your clit in fast circles “so pretty mommy” he gasped as you inserted the two fingers. “Ha-hada get your clothes and cologne- fuck!” You moaned watching him rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles this made your back arch.

“Yeah just like that” you praised sliding out your fingers before putting them in his mouth. He groaned around them sucking and licking them sweetly, his eyebrows furrowed as you shoved them further making him gag. “Awe m sorry baby” but you weren’t sorry, you liked no loved seeing the man melt away you loved this soft side you got from him. “Is okay (name), can i taste sum more” he begged eyes wide and doe like he was a cute little deer except nothing about him was little. You told him yes and as soon as the word left your mouth he lifted you up like you were nothing sitting you down on his face. “M-my bi-g boy” you stuttered when you felt his hot breath close in over your cunt. He was licking and sucking your clit so so so skillfully.

“Agh oh my FUCK!” You yelled when he slid both his tongue and fingers into your hole. “Shit, you doin s-so good baby” you have him broken moans as you fisted the pillows under his head. Your thighs squeezed his head the pleasure making you hunch over. “Ouh Uhhuh keep going fa’ me ken” you rocked your hips riding his face. His fingers moved faster curling up to press into an find that spongy soft spot. He ate you out like you were his last meal eyes watching as you lost it cumin in his mouth. “So good baby, so so good gna fuck you”. You slid off his face (hehe) before lowering yourself over his length. The both of you sighed in unison savoring the sweet moment, then your husband rocked his hips upward closing the space.

“O-oh you’re so fuckin’ big” you rocked up and down his length slowly, like clockwork he grabbed your hips guiding you. You unclipped the lacy bra letting your tits fall. Kento sat up sucking and rolling the buds in his mouth. “Mo-mommy you’re so soft” he moaned spit connecting between your chest and his mouth. He was looking up at you asking for more needing more. “Just for my baby” you gave him a kiss wrapping your arms around his neck to give you some leverage. You planted one of your knees on the bed and the new angle made him push against your sweet spot. “Kento m’ missed you s-so fucking much” your hips picking up the pace. His hips meeting you in the middle causing him to slap against your heat.

“Missed you more honeyyy” your man strained out before wrapping his arms around your back. He smacked into you profusely making your walls clench. “You love fucking your pussy? Huh baby?” You questioned digging your nails into his back. He knocked you off balance making him lay flat on his back. The new angle made him bottom out you were chest to chest grinding together not moving an inch together. “I- ugh asked you a question” you gave him a light a smack on the cheek before squeezing his face. “Yes ma’am, you take me so good” he grunted “m gonna cum mommy” he whined feeling the tight coil in him and to snap.

“You wanna cum inside me? Gna fill me me up with your thick cum baby” you moaned as he lifted you up and down. “Oh fuck yes, gonna make you a mama” he moaned. You were fucking eachother sloppily before he came stirring your insides. “Holy shit its so good so so good ” there were tears streaming down the man’s face. You still fucked him chasing your release your hand wrapping around his throat making him overstimulated. “Gonna. Breed this pussy mommy” your hips shook violently as he pushed against your g-sptot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you screamed out in loud moans as you came your walls clenching around him which made him cum again.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and nothing else. You kissed up your husbands neck placing sweet kisses along his jaw his hand rubbed the small of your back making you softly moan arching your back slightly more. “Thank you (name)” kento said gently with his eyes closed. “You’re welcome baby i missed you sooo much” you gave him a tight squeeze making him laugh. “Les just stay like this, so it doesn’t go to waste?” You giggled at his suggestion agreeing because you were partly too tired.

“You’re gonna be a daddy Kennyyy” you whispered noting the man is sleeping after his long day doing who knows what. You were just happy he was home and so was he.

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[blueesnow]

Kurosaki Ranmaru's Birthday (Year 1) Voicelines Translation.

-You can look at it again on the Event Log, Mini-Event section (for the other boys messages to him) and Talk section (for a one-on-one conversation with you and him) in Idol Page.

-Also the translations might not be fully accurate since I'm not that fluent on jp/en, so if i ever made a mistake do correct me🙏

<You (Player)> Ranmaru: You're such a disciplined person to go out of your way here just to celebrate my birthday. …Well, I guess it's not that bad. Thanks. Ranmaru: Huh? What do I want, you ask? …The answer is only one. Accompany me for this whole day. That's what I want, more than anything.

<Otoya> Otoya: Ranmaru-senpai, Happy Birthday! I'll be playing guitar for you as a birthday gift! You're more than welcome to join in! Ranmaru: Haha, that's quite a clever offer. Sure, I'll take you up on it. But you better make sure you lead properly for today, 'kay?

<Masato> Masato: I wish you a Happy Birthday. That part of Kurosaki-san who is willing to be independent and carve out a path for himself on his own, I totally admired and respected it. Ranmaru: This guy is always stiff and serious as ever… But well, thanks. You should also be true to your heart and live your life to the fullest.

<Natsuki> Natsuki: Happy Birthday! All of the cats in the back alley were also celebrating too y'know~ Fufu, what a popular guy. Ranmaru: Those stray cats… Oh well, it can't be helped. I'll go and bring them some dried sardines later. By the way, thanks for the birthday wish.

<Tokiya> Tokiya: Kurosaki-san's passion and dedication to singing has always been inspiring me. I wish you a Happy Birthday. Ranmaru: If I'm going to do something, then I sure as hell will be doing it for real. Aren't we all similar in one way or another? I can definitely feel that passion in you.

<Ren> Ren: Happy Birthday! I would love to have us compete with each other's passion on the stage more often. Ranmaru: To think there'd be a time when I hear such words coming out of your mouth. Sure, I'll take you seriously whenever you want.

<Syo> Syo: Happy Birthday! I had a lot of fun eating out together with you, Senpai. If you don't mind, may I invite you again sometime? Ranmaru: Sure. If I recall, there's a place you and I haven't been there yet. I'll contact you about it later so check your phone, 'kay.

<Cecil> Cecil: I wish you a Happy Birthday! I prepared you a large onigiri for today's celebration! It's filled with meat! Ranmaru: Oh man, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Thanks for all the trouble. I'll definitely eat this with all my heart.

<Reiji> Reiji: Ran-Ran, Happy Birthday! We've been together for a very long time now, haven't we~ I'm in your care from tomorrow onwards☆ Ranmaru: Sure. In exchange, you'll be buying me a meal for today, 'kay. Aa~h, I'm so hungry for some delicious food.

<Ai> Ai: Happy Birthday. Make sure you don't overeat too much for today, okay? Since you'll be getting a lot of foods from everyone. Ranmaru: Good grief, and that's according to your speciality analysis I assume? But well, thanks I guess. You can have some of my food if you want.

<Camus> Camus: Happy Birthday. I hope you can at least keep quiet for today… Ranmaru: Either you want to celebrate me or belittle me, you better choose one. Damn it, I still can't accept that this guy is actually younger than me.

<Eiichi> Eiichi: Happy Birthday. I'm lucky to have you as a rival to compete for the top. Let me say my thanks to you. Ranmaru: Good grief, you and your big talk. Your music ain't that bad, I give it to you. We also don't have any intention losing to you either.

<Kira> Kira: Happy…Birthday. If there's a chance…I'd like to talk about piano rock with you. Ranmaru: Oh yeah now that I think about it, you play piano didn't you. It seems like I can have a bit of good discussion with you. I'm looking forward to it. Thanks.

<Nagi> Nagi: Happy Birthday☆ You slept at the studio the other day, didn't you~? Nagi was clearly watching after all☆ Ranmaru: Isn't it obvious to take a rest on your sleeping time. Eat when you're hungry, and sleep when you're sleepy. You should also make sure to note that in your head.

<Eiji> Eiji: It's your birthday today, right? Happy Birthday. I was deeply moved when I saw your bass performance the other day… Ranmaru: Heh, looks like you and I could get along well. I also thought that your singing was actually pretty good. Thanks for the birthday wish.

<Van> Van: Happy Birthday! I heard that it's your birthday today. I watched your music talk on TV the other day. It's really intriguing. Ranmaru: Oh, that program show. It's not that big of a deal to keep up with it. But well, I guess it's only natural when you make a living with music itself.

<Yamato> Yamato: A powerful and strong performance is good, isn't it. It means that the result of your hard work is paid off. Don't forget to practice even if it's your birthday today. Ranmaru: Heh, you sure knew your stuff. I already went for a run today, and I also plan to do some training later too.

<Shion> Shion: Happy Birthday. I heard that you have a talent for sleeping. It is said that you can sleep dexterously anywhere with ease… Ranmaru: Who the hell is spreading such a rumour… Oh well, it's not a big deal. Thanks for the birthday wish.

[ladytauria]

If you're okay with prompts right now can I ask for jason and tim putting on relationship weight together

yes you can! <3

this ended up fairly short but i hope you enjoy it, nonny~

also i apologize for any mistakes <3 i was halfway done when my cat decided to sit in my face, and like? who was i to say no. so i wrote the rest on mobile lmao

Tim has gotten softer around the middle.

The realization hits Jason while he’s still half-drowsy from sleep, curled around Tim in their bed. They’d flipped during the night, with Jason now in Tim’s place as the big spoon; feathery strands of hair tickling his chin, his arm wound around Tim’s waist. And under his hand, splayed over Tim’s stomach… there’s more give than there used to be.

He can’t help but feel it; smoothing his palm over the padding over Tim’s ribs, the soft curve of his stomach. Something swells in his chest, made up of too many feelings for him to name.

It’s not that he hadn’t noticed, exactly. Something he’d insisted on, when they moved in together, was that, as long as they were both in Gotham, they should share at least one meal a day, out of costume. It had taken some time to find a rhythm, but… they had.

He’d noticed the extra weight he picked up pretty quickly. It was hard not to—especially with Tim constantly using him as his own personal pillow. Jason used to fake gripe about it, until he figured out that the surest way to make Tim sleep was to offer himself up as a bed. Even the most complex case wasn’t enough to keep Tim from drifting off, once he was resting on or against Jason’s thigh, chest, stomach.

After that, well. Even his most sincere attempts to bitch about it fell flat.

Anyway—between that and the adjustments he’d had to make to his armor, he’d definitely noticed his own weight gain. Tim— Maybe he’d noticed his cheekbones weren’t quite as sharp, or that there was something a little bit more solid in the punches he threw, but—

The rest of it slipped past him.

Until now.

Now… all he wants to do is explore. Spread Tim out on their bed and find all the parts of him that have changed. He wants to lavish them with attention, and affection, because by god, Tim deserves to be soft. Deserves to take care of himself, to indulge himself.

(And maybe—maybe—there’s a part of Jason that wants to lay claim to it, too. Because this is because of him. Not just the food he’s made, or the request to eat together but— It’s their closeness. It’s choosing a quiet evening together over going out or staying late at work or pouring over casework. It’s ending patrol at three or four am instead of five or six to get an extra hour or two in bed together. It’s not burying themselves in a case alone, stress eating away at them, because they have a partner right there to help.

It’s love and trust, safety and support, commitment and contentment.)

Jason resists the urge, though. The last thing he wants to do is disturb Tim’s sleep. God knows it will take a lifetime, maybe two, to repay the debt he’s stacked up, and Jason won’t get in the way of him shaving off what he can.

They have the rest of the day. Last Jason heard, Tim doesn’t have anywhere to be today, and he knows neither of them have any pressing cases. Maybe… maybe after breakfast, before Tim disappears to his study, when he’s still relaxed and a little sleepy. Coaxing back into bed won’t be hard. Neither will convincing him to let Jason take the lead for a bit. Tim is entirely too willing to indulge Jason—the power he has is almost overwhelming.

He supposes it goes both ways.

Mm…

He tucked his nose in the back of Tim’s neck, cuddling closer to him.

It’s probably about time to start breakfast, honestly. But Jason is warm, and comfortable. Maybe he can indulge himself, a little. Fifteen more minutes won’t hurt anything.

[ ao3 ]

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 143 - Winterfest Surprises

It's Winterfest and Xander got a new bar as a gift! It's definitely not because I accidentally deleted the CC bar he used to have and I couldn't find it again! I treated them to a new table too.

Ophelia was on the phone earlier so Xander had started prepping breakfast.

Ophelia enjoys her peppermint hot chocolate when Xander breaks the silence.

Xander: Who called?

Ophelia: Oh, it was nothing. What's Chef Xander cooking up?

Xander: Your gran's biscuits and gravy.

Lulu took after her sister and is a picky eater, hope she likes it!

A better look at the kitchen. I never really liked the old layout, there was too much empty space.

Xander and Ophelia got plenty of presents for their horde of rugrats, and the kids even made gifts! Except Wren, she can't make anything but messes.

Lulu comes blasting in like she was shot out of a cannon.

Ophelia: There's my girl!

Lulu giggles as her mom gives her a big kiss.

Lulu: Presents!

Ophelia: We can't open gifts with empty tummies! Daddy's almost done. Why don't you go tell Gemma and Jaden to come downstairs?

Lulu goes and does her Very Important Job while Ophelia gets Wren up and ready for the day.

Ophelia: Your first Winterfest, are you excited?

Wren: hic

Ophelia: That's what I like to hear. We're going to have a good day today.

The kiddos have been summoned downstairs and as Ophelia nurses Wren and gets her settled on her playmat in the living room, Xander gives Lulu a talking to.

Xander: Are you going to eat for Daddy?

Lulu: No!

Well, honesty is a virtue.

In all fairness, SOME of the food gets into her mouth but she mostly plays with her breakfast.

I'd say there must be a mistake and Lulu actually rolled the Wild trait, but honestly, it's hard to be mad at her when she's such a cutie. The Charmer trait is powerful!

Their Winterfest breakfast is interrupted when they hear the infant milestone jingle coming from the living room entryway. Most of the fam makes it to the living room in time to see Wren, who was supposed to be napping, roll over onto her tummy all by herself!

Lulu and Gemma stay at the table, but they can hear Ophelia and Xander making a fuss over Wren's milestone.

Lulu: Roll over? I can do that!

What's the big deal?

Gemma: Hey, you did it for the first time once too!

The kids scramble to finish their meals so they can get this Winterfest show on the road!

Lulu: Presents, presents!

Ophelia: Okay, okay, we can open presents now.

Present opening with this many Sims was a bit chaotic, but isn't everything about Sims?

The parents got plenty of lovely macaroni crafts from the kids, as well as some thoughtful gifts from their partner. The kids get all the toys and games their hearts desire!

Lulu may be an agent of chaos, but she's still being raised right and thanks her parents for the new dolls and plushies with big hugs.

Jaden: Real makeup, just like I asked! Thanks, Mom and Dad!

Gemma: My Tiny Horsies! Thank you thank you!

As Xander goes to find batteries for Gemma's talking horsies and Lulu drags Jaden off to play with her new toys, Ophelia basks in the joy of this moment as she hears her children's excited screams and laughter.

You'd never be able to tell her dad died this morning.

[lonesome-witching]

Married

Another wedding. This time one in the rich Robin, poor Nancy universe. If you want to read the previous parts, you can find : Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here , and Part 5 here.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Nancy had insisted that it would be a small wedding. Their closest family members, some friends, that was it. Nothing big, nothing expensive. Because Robin had to pay for everything. And Nancy still felt guilty about it.

She felt guilty about the expensive white dress Robin’s mom had insisted on. She felt guilty about the grandiose meal Robin’s father had picked out. She didn’t even want to know how much the Buckley’s had spent on this day.

But as she stood in the doorway, holding her mother’s arm, ready to walk out there towards her future, she felt the guilt fade away. She was going to enjoy today. This was the first day of the rest of her life. A life she would share with Robin Buckley, this whirlwind of a woman that had wormed her way into Nancy’s heart. She could barely remember her life without Robin. And there she was, at the end of the aisle, Nancy’s final destination.

“Are you ready?” Karen asked, squeezing Nancy’s arm.

Nancy nodded her head. She had never been more ready for anything. She wanted to stand next to Robin, wanted to vow to love her forever, wanted to kiss her. She wanted to start her life, really start her life. Even if she was still living on campus, even Robin was working overtime. She was worried they were beginning to mimic Nancy’s parents. They all knew how that turned out.

But Nancy wasn’t her mother and Robin definitely wasn’t like Ted. They wouldn’t make her parents’ mistake. Even if they were also marrying young. So far they had gone down the exact same path. Robin had a cushy job at her patents’ firm just like her dad had before they committed fraud, she had the money, she came from a good family.

“Mom,” she whispered softly as they took a step forward.

“Yes?”

“Did you ever love dad?” There was a fear clawing at her heart. Did she make a mistake? Maybe they should have waited.

“What? What is going through that head of yours?”

“Did you?”

Karen sighed, pulling Nancy forward. “Your dad was easy. I don’t think I ever truly loved him. It was a long time ago, Nancy.”

She loved Robin. That was the difference. She loved Robin. And Robin wasn’t easy. They would make this work. Nancy wanted to marry her. They wouldn’t end like their parents. She wouldn’t let them.

“You look beautiful,” Robin whispered once she was in earshot. Nancy couldn’t help but smile.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, I have a speech to make.” Richard Buckley stood up, holding his glass. “Tonight, my only daughter has gotten married to the woman she loves. I never expected this outcome, I will admit that. But I would be an idiot if I wasn’t happy for my baby girl. When she first brought Nancy home, it just felt like they belonged together. And here we are. A few years later, and the two of them are married. Now, I can yap on about this beautiful moment for ages, but I think we all want to get on with it. So, to celebrate these two wonderful women, I’d like to give them our wedding gift.”

Robin leaned towards Nancy. “I asked for a honeymoon to Venice.”

Richard pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “We’d like to give you your first home. But don’t you worry, Nancy, it is not at the end of a cul-de-sac.”

“Oh my God, dad, is this real?” Robin jumped up. He dropped the keys in his hand.

“Of course it is.”

“Dad,” Robin whispered, “I told you not to go overboard. The trip to Venice would have already been a lot. But this… Nancy doesn’t like to be spoiled.”

Nancy cleared her throat, grabbing Robin’s hand. “Thank you so much, mister Buckley. I cannot express my gratitude. Thank you so much.”

“Oh, please, call me Richard.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Robin asked. Her eyes were begging for Nancy to be honest.

“Yes, Robin, it’s alright. In fact, I think it’s lovely.”

“Alright, then I’ll pay for the trip to Venice.”

[lostrealities0]

Depressed Mikey one shot because I had a rough day and wanted comfort.

TW: missed meals (unintentional), low self-esteem thinking.

It's not heavy but I'll be honest, I have no idea how to gauge it.

Also only minor editing. Let me know if there's any mistakes!

Mikey woke up at noon.

"Shit," he grumbled, flipping onto his other side. Sleepiness stayed with him, despite sleeping for 9 hours. The idea of leaving his bed sounded awful, but after glancing at his alarm clock again, Mikey dragged himself out.

He hated waking up late. All that time, wasted.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, Mikey thought about what to do. It was too late to cook breakfast and lunch was whatever anyone wanted. Clothes, notebooks, and various other things were littered across his bedroom's floor.

To do list:

- clean room

Since Mikey missed breakfast without warning, he should make up for it with an awesome dinner.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

Mikey looked at his clock again and sighed. Those too alone would probably take up the rest of the day. Sure, it was only noon, but his room was a mess! Plus, he always gets distracted, so that's gotta be like...3 hours at the very least. And dinner...well, he didn't even know what he was going to make yet, but it was probably going to be a while, and he had to spend time planning it too!

Mikey hated waking up late.

Still feeling groggy, he opened his phone to check social media before cleaning. Several artists that he followed had posted, and he made sure to like and comment on all of their art. Seeing that he got a few new likes and comments made him smile. Mikey wasn't used to getting compliments about his art outside of family, so it always made him feel giddy.

Continuing to scroll, he ended up following a couple more accounts, interacting with various posts and binge reading a comic series or two. Seeing people's stories and characters reminded him of all of his projects.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

- webcomic/graphic novel series

- that one art piece

- tv show w/ leo

Stopping himself from adding more, he reminded himself, "Focus on the priorities." Mikey glanced at the time.

It was 2?!

Mikey nearly dropped his phone. "Shit, shit, shit!" He started bouncing his leg aggressively. He just wasted another two hours. His room was still a mess, dinner was unplanned, and now he definitely had no free time.

Nearly lunging out of bed, Mikey began to clean.

Well.

He started to think about cleaning.

There was so much. All the notebooks would have to be separated into their categories. His desk would also have to be cleaned since that's where several things would be put away. Art supplies ranging from epoxy resin to jewelry were scattered everywhere, which also meant he was going to have to figure out where and how to put away his resin stuff since it was new. Speaking of which, his supply shelf was disorganized again but he couldn't fix it because some supplies were still being used.

Mikey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Start with something easy. He scanned the train car.

Clothes. Clothes were easy.

Laundry bin. Fold. Drawer. Laundry bin. Laundry bin. Drawer. Fold. Fold.

Mikey worked for a total of 10 minutes before someone interrupted him by knocking on his door. He didn't need to hear Raph speak to know it was him. His knock was always gentle, gentler than his other brothers'. It also had a deeper sound due to the size of Raph's fist.

Sure enough, Raph peaked his head in. "You doin' okay, big man?"

"Yep! Just cleaning." Mikey sent his big brother a glowing smile.

Raph was quiet for a moment. "Want to come out for a minute? It's 3 and you haven't eaten yet today."

Mikey froze. 3? No, no, no, no, no, it was just 2! How long had he been thinking.

Raph stepped in a little bit. "Mikey?"

He shook his head. "Sorry. Um, yeah! I can do that."

The blatant concern on his brother's face didn't leave his eyes, but he smiled softly. "Are you sure you doin' okay?"

"Yeah, just tired."

---

Apparently, Mikey could not do that.

Whether it was because of not eating at all that day, accidently eating too fast, stress, or a combination of those, Mikey felt sick. He had returned to his room to continue cleaning when his stomach flared up in pain. After a few minutes of trying to fight through it, Mikey collapsed onto his bed, curling into himself. Almost immediately, his eyes felt heavy.

No! He already slept enough today. He didn't need to waste more time.

But, with his stomach it's not like he could do anything. Mikey texted Leo, who immediately told him to take some ginger pills and try resting.

"Sorry, you're feeling bad Mikey. Anything we can do?" Leo watched as Mikey raided the med bay.

"Thanks, but I'm okay. Just laying down had helped."

Leo eyed him. "Alright. Make sure to take it easy."

Laying back down, Mikey stewed. It was 4 something, his room is hardly better, he hadn't even begun to think about dinner, and now he physically felt awful too.

Sighing, he put on a relaxing playlist and closed his eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on doing anything, so might as well take a nap.

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Mikey woke up disoriented. He was sweaty from all the blankets he piled on himself. Something was coming from his phone. It took him longer than he would like to admit to realize the "something" was the music he had put on. He turned it off.

It was 7.

Mikey felt like crying.

He did absolutely nothing and the day was gone. Completely wasted.

He always wasted his time. Day after day, he would only work on one or two things. The rest of the time was spent goofing off.

Planting his feet on the ground, Mikey stared at his room. It taunted him. All his dreams and interests were displayed. All his failures. He was never going to finish any of those projects.

Wasting time.

Mikey went to stand up but found that he couldn't. His limbs wouldn't move. His body didn't respond.

Tears started forming. Why was it so hard to do this? It was just cleaning his room! All he had to do was pick stuff up and move it!

He didn't move.

Wanting to scream, Mikey started scratching his arms. Why couldn't he do anything?

Half an hour passed before Mikey was able to force himself up.

Focus on the clothes. Just pick up the goddamn clothes. That's it. All he had to do.

Still feeling frozen, Mikey grabbed his headphones and put on one of Donnie's playlists. It was a loud one, electronic and noisy. He typically didn't like webcore and related genres, but Donnie had said that he liked listening to this because it quieted his mind. It was overstimulating, but that was the point. According to him, it allowed him to work without the burden of thinking.

Each step taken was a battle in his mind, but he made it to the clothes. Just pick them up. It's so easy. Stop wasting time.

Mikey grabbed them. Sighing from relief of actually doing something, he folded. Music blasted in his ears. He thoughts felt muffled, not completely gone but out of the way.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

-webcomic/graphic novel series

- novel

- tv show w/ leo

- thank Donnie for playlist

In no time, all the clothes were put away. Mikey looked for something else that was easy.

Books. Those just had to be put on the bookshelf. He could do that.

Done. What next?

Notebooks just had to be sorted and put away, that's easy. He moved them all to his bed. There were two categories: desk or shelf. The important ones are put in his desk for easy access while the others are put on the shelf.

Project - desk. Random interest - shelf. Random interest - desk.

Once he was done, Mikey picked up the desk notebooks before freezing. His desk was a disaster. He would need to clean that before he could put these away.

He would have to figure out what to do with the various notes and papers. More books were in a stack, with a box of snacks on top. His laptop had his drawing tablet, mouse and headphones on top, with wires everywhere. Pens, pencils and some coloring books were there too.

Mikey sat down on his bed.

It was okay. Just focus on one thing at a time. The shelf notebooks could still be put away.

Raph knocked on his door again as he carried them.

"Wow, you've done a great job Mikey!"

Mikey thought that was generous, considering all the stuff still on his floor. Sure, it was better, but it wasn't clean.

"Thanks, Raphie!"

Not wanting to freak out in front of his brother, Mikey ignored the desk problem and chose his skating gear to put away instead.

Raph sat on his bed. "Whatcha listenin' to?"

Mikey shrugged, "Some music."

Mistake number 1. Mikey always played music on speakers unless he was dealing with something. He had specific playlists for certain moods, and his brothers always picked up on it.

Case in point, Raph frowned. Mikey ignored it and picked up a book he had missed earlier. "Can I listen too?" Raph asked.

Mikey moved his snack box to his bed and picked up the stack of books on his desk. "I don't think you'd like it. It's one of Donnie's playlists."

Mistake number 2. Mikey didn't like that kind of music, except for a few songs.

Raph sighed. "Mikey...what's going on? You've been in your room all day and you seem tense. You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Mikey quietly said. "I'm just a little frustrated, that's all."

He watched as Raph got up to grab Dr. Feeling's glasses, putting them on after returning to his spot. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face was full of encouragement. Mikey sighed and sat next to him. He told Raph about sleeping in. He told him about his plans. He told him what happened. He told Raph everything.

"I can't do anything!"

"Woah, that's a big thing to say. You can do lots'a things Mikey. You can paint and draw. You're an amazing cook-"

"Good that did today."

Raph was silent for a moment. "It's not your job to cook for us. If you aren't feelin' up to it, it's okay."

"But I wanted to cook!" Mikey's eyes stung and he looked away. "I want to do things! But when I try, I freeze! I sit and sit and sit doing nothing. Not just today. Everyday. I'm always wasting time, doing nothing."

"What? Mikey, you literally made an incredible drawing yesterday! And the day before that, you were working on your thing with Leo!"

"Those were the only things I did though. The rest of the time, I was just goofing off."

Mikey was suddenly pulled into a hug. "You don't need to be workin' all day. Hell, you don't need to work at all. What's important is if you're doin' what makes you happy, whether it's one of your stories or playin' video games all day."

Tears flowed from Mikey's eyes as he melted into the embrace. He felt Raph softly rubbing his shell. "We love you, Mikey. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

[kickingitwithkirk]

Restless Man Part III

Summary: Beau Arlen finds himself in the middle of a case with more twists than a country road.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reina Cetanwakuwa-Stanley

Word Count: 1015

Warnings: cursing, show level violence, derogatory remarks (some in native languages) poisoning, murder

A/N: The inkling for this work started when I heard Jensen singing Restless Man. This AU has elements based on historical information and canon from the Big Sky series.

*Set after the series finally 3:13 That Old Feeling.

A/N II: All Native American words/sentences are resourced from freelang.net and glosbe.com *some algorithmically generated on these sites.

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta -all mistakes are mine

PT II Masterlist

Walking into the offices of Dewell & Hoyt, Jenny nodded to her partner as Denise commented, “Ohh girl, long day?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“We took the liberty of grabbing some food, figured you’d be hungry.” That made Hoyt smile, “Thank you. I missed lunch since Beau went MIA on me today.” Cassie laughed, knowing her friend too well. “Like you didn’t enjoy every minute of being in charge.” Hoyt plopped down in the chair beside her, opening a to-go container. “Wouldn’t deny that. It was a nice break from his constant chattiness. So, do either of you know anything about this meeting?” 

“Not much,” Denise responds. “When Beau called, all he said was to make sure you and Cassie were here.” They tuck into their meals, catching up on the rest of their day, when the offices' rear entrance door opens and clangs shut. Cassie and Hoyt pull their firearms as heavy footsteps come closer, and a man appears in the back room's doorway.

“Whoa!!” Arlen raises his hands. 

“Jesus Christ Beau! We could’ve shot you!” Hoyt snapped, lowering her gun. “I texted Cassie an hour ago saying I’d be coming through the back door.” Holstering her weapon, Cassie says, “The only text I got was from Kai.” Arlen pulls out his phone and frowns at the not delivered. “Must have been in a no-service area. My apologies for starting you ladies.” 

Hoyt starts, “What’s up? It’s not like you to disappear at the drop of a hat.” Cassie adds, “Don’t forget leaving vague messages and sneaking through people's back doors.” Arlen laid the manilla folders he’d brought on the desk. “Gerald Stanley left a safety deposit box in my name containing these. They have some interesting information.” 

“That’s where you’ve been all day?” Cassie asks, picking up the files and handing one to Hoyt. Arlen grabs the extra chair by Denise, who passes him a takeout box with her usual flirting. “Yes..sorta. The bank was the first stop. After we examined the boxes…”

“Who’s we?” Hoyt interrupts, making the other two women look at each other when Arlen says, “Gerald requested that his granddaughter be present when I opened the box.” 

“You took Reina Stanley!” Hoyt’s voice rose. “What the hell, Beau? I’m your undersheriff! Why didn’t you call me?” Arlen gave her a look. “The inquiry needed to be handled with discretion, and based on your reaction, you wouldn’t been able to do that with her there.”

“Okay, moving on.” Cassie says, “You found these medical records. What did you do next?” 

“We went to Montana State University and talked to a Biotechnologist before heading to Billings to see Gerald’s doctor. They said he came in with unusual symptoms, and after a battery of tests, couldn’t be certain what was happening but, off the record, thought it was poisoning.” Hoyt, annoyed but somewhat calmer, sat her file down. “Without a definitive diagnosis or other evidence, it’s all circumstantial, not enough to open an official inquiry.”

Arlen swallowed his mouthful of food. “Reina has information that I can’t disclose but points to a hypothetical scenario that could explain why someone, or ones, wanted Gerald out of the way. That’s why I wanted to meet up. Cassie,” he pulled a paper from his pocket. “Could you look into this for me? Going through official police channels might tip off whoever is involved.”

“Oh, wow. I see why you’d want to keep this quiet.” She reassured him they’d be discreet and handed it to Denise. “You do realize this also makes Reina a suspect?” 

Arlen acknowledged that before turning to his undersheriff, “So Hoyt, you miss me today?”

“Ha! You wish.”

Arlen is on the phone four days later when he hears a knock on his door. He sees Cassie Dewell standing there and waves her in wrapping up his conversation. “Sounds good. Thanks for letting me know.” Hanging up, he turns his full attention to her. “Hey, Cassie, got something for me?”

“Denise spoke to a cousin-in-law who works in the state capital offices about that info you gave us. They said, off the record, several months ago, Gerald dropped by to see the governor without an appointment. By the time he left, they had put the Silver City expansion scheme on hold until the department had sufficient information about the environmental impact on some type of lizard living there.”

“Wow, I had no idea Gerald had that kind of pull but smart, using good old bureaucratic red tape.” Cassie raised an eyebrow. “One more thing: the cousin said besides the out-of-state developers, a subsidiary contractor under the Stanley umbrella is involved.” 

Arlen got his confused expression. “Wait a minute, he had one of his contractors stopped? That doesn’t make sense. So we’ve got,” Arlen held up a finger, “One out-of-state developer, who I’m sure is very angry about the delay after investing time and money into this project.” 

Cassie adds, “Two, the subsidiary contractor also heavily invested. Three, other businesses in the area who would’ve benefited from providing goods and services during the development. Four, landowners that were going to make a hefty profit from selling their property.”

“And five,” Arlen says, “The Stanleys themselves.” He grabs his football, squeezing it frustrated. “We’ve got way too many suspects.”

“I agree. I want to speak to Reina,” Cassie said knowingly, "Since she’s the one who gave you the information.” Getting up, Arlen followed her out of his office. “Maybe Gerald said something she considered irrelevant that could help narrow the list.”

“You do realize she’s still a suspect. Reina might’ve fed us that information to throw us off the trail because she’s the one who orchestrated Gerald’s death.” 

“I don’t think so,” Poppernak said as they walked by and stopped at his desk. “You know something, Pops?” The deputy responded. “Maybe. I remember some gossip about Gerald forcing Holland to give him custody of Reina. Cody would’ve known...”

“Mo!” Cassie’s interruption of the overly talkative deputy was too late and saw bewilderment cross Arlen’s face as he spit out, flabbergasted.

“Cody Hoyt?” 

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva  @lassie-bird @nancymcl  @spnbaby-67  @leigh70

Dean/Jensen:  @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

RM: @deans-spinster-witch

[luna-lunera-morada]

Breathe

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first fic so my writing definitely needs some work but I hope you enjoy it :) Also if there's anything I should add to my warnings pls let me know.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Finals are right around the corner making you hyper focused on your studies and nothing else, not even your health. A certain super soldier steps in to take care of you.

Warnings: stressed reader, angst, fluff, lack of food and sleep ~ (I think that's it)

Word count: 1.3k

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Memorize.

Read.

Memorize.

Write.

Read.

Memorize.

It was a vicious cycle that you dared not to get out of. The computer screen at your desk has been on for days and feels hot to the touch from overuse. You could surely say that about yourself too.

Finals are coming up, quick, and not a minute can be wasted. Getting good grades have always been extremely important to you. Striving for the best and getting straight A’s every semester, you weren't going to change that pattern now.

Blinking hurts. You can already feel the damage your eyes are taking from endless hours of staring at a screen. If you looked in a mirror you’d probably mistake yourself for a raccoon with the dark shade of your eyebags. When was the last time you slept? What time is it? Having what you like to call study isolation makes the days blur together into one big blob. You look down to your phone.

4:55am.

Throwing your head back in your chair, you groan. “Oh god.”

But you always tell yourself, “Just study a bit more. Then you can take a break.”

That dream break never comes though. Like a tunnel that keeps growing, pushing the light farther and farther away. You can study for a little bit longer, right?

✧✧✧

Bucky walks into the shared kitchen at the compound for lunch. It’s Sunday, meaning it’s Wanda’s turn to cook. His stomach is grumbling at just the thought of it.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam had just gotten back from a week long mission in the knee deep snow mountains. All he needs is a good meal and his girl.

“Hey Wanda, where’s Y/N?”

She turns her attention from the stove. “I think she’s in her room. Haven’t seen her in a while so I’m not sure.”

Bucky furrows his brows in confusion. Y/N never goes a day without talking to Wanda, they’re inseparable.

Wanda sets Bucky’s plate on the table. The smell of Chicken Paprikash fills the kitchen. “Sit and eat first, we all know that mission was a pain.” She walks back to the stove. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. please call everyone into the kitchen.”

The A.I. takes a second to respond. “Mr. Stark has requested for the phrase ‘chow time’ to be used when calling for a meal.”

Wanda stops stirring the Parikash and puts a hand on her hip that is still holding the spoon. She sighs, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you call chow time, please.”

Bucky chuckles and sits down, draping his black jacket across the chair next to him to save you a seat. The A.I. responds, “Certainly Ms. Maximoff.”

The sudden sound of F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice through the audio system lurches your head off of your desk. Your cheek lights up with pain and you can already feel the pattern of the keyboard on your face. Did you fall asleep? The dried drool from your mouth to ear confirms your suspicions.

“What did you say F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You rub your face trying to fully wake up.

“Ms. Maximoff has called chow time in the kitchen two hours ago. You did not respond and I am programmed to send you a reminder.” You turn to check the time. How long have you been asleep?

2:00pm

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You had slept for so long, how could you let this happen?

A rumbling wave comes from your stomach. Wanda’s supposed to cook today and everyone in the compound knows for a fact that her food is the best. Your stomach says go to the kitchen. But you can study for a while more. I mean this is what you get for sleeping so long. The study hours need to be redeemed somehow.

You sit up straight in your chair and crack the stiff joints on your body.

✧✧✧

An empty seat next to Bucky during lunch and now dinner. It wasn’t unusual for you to miss a meal once in a while but Bucky returned from a mission today. On days like these you’re stuck to his hip, pecking him on the cheek, and squeezing the living life out of him. Something’s definitely up.

Bucky walks to your door with a plate of leftovers in his hand. He knocks. “Doll, are you in there? I brought you some food.”

You freeze. Was that?

What day is it? You know it’s Sunday but what’s the actual date?

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. what’s todays date?”

“Today is Sunday January 29th, 2023.”

January 29th.

Bucky is supposed to be back today. Bucky’s back!

You jump off your chair and race to the door to open it. Bucky’s wearing his gray sweatpants and a black jacket. Yup, he definitely got back today.

“Hi doll, you weren’t at lunch or dinner so I brought you foo-”

You knock the words out of his mouth with the sudden hug you give him. Your head digs into his chest. God how you missed this smell.

He chuckles, “I missed you too.”

Bucky starts to feel a warm patch on his chest followed by small sniffles. He places the plate on the floor and leads you to sit on your bed. Your head burrows itself further into his chest.

“Darling what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t get an answer. Instead receiving a tight hug around his waist while the sniffles grow louder. He grabs your shoulders pushing you back to look at you.

“Talk to me, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

You stare into his eyes. How could you forget he was coming back today. Any mission could be his last and your heart glowed when he returned. It was like a habit, every time Bucky came back you would be waiting outside the quintet with the biggest hugs and kisses he could ever receive. That was until other priorities overtook your mind.

“I’m sorry.” The words mumble they're way out your mouth. Afraid if you spoke louder you’d break into sobs.

“What are you sorry for Y/N? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Of course he would say that. No matter what you do he always looks over your flaws as if they didn’t exist. His hand runs up and down your back helping you control the sudden breaths breaking through your body. Taking a couple seconds to control your breathing, you look up.

“I forgot you were coming today I was supposed to be on the landing bay waiting for you I was just-”

“Breathe Y/N.”

He looks around the dark room and finds that the only thing lighting it is the computer screen. Balled up pieces of paper circle around your chair and scribbled flashcards litter your desk.

“What’s going on doll? Tell me please, I don’t like seeing you in distress.”

Tears touch your lips and the salty taste fills your mouth. “I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing.”

“My finals are coming up and my studies have been taking up my mind. I was so focused that everything slipped my mind.”

Bucky sighed and pulled you onto his lap as you nuzzled into his chest. “Oh honey.”

Your sniffles die down and Bucky takes a comfortable breath in. “How about…” He tickles your stomach causing streams of laughter and giggles to make their way out. “...We put some food in here, snuggle in bed, and watch a movie, yeah?”

You sure could use a break, and how could you say no to what he has to offer. You close your eyes studying the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Your arms wrap around his torso. “Thank you, Buck.”

“For what?”

You sit up in his lap, “For always being there for me even when I don’t do the same.”

He looks down and secures your head in the palm of his hands. “Don’t you dare say that. You’re there for me in more ways than you know. Just knowing that you’ll be here when I return is the only thing that keeps me on my game during missions. I gotta get back to my best girl.”

You smile, “I love you Bucky.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

A smirk splays across your face. “That's not possible.”

“Try me.”

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a/n: THANKS FOR READING! This is my first fic and I’m so excited to make more. I’m really new to learning the navigation of what it takes to have an account like this, so any tips are greatly appreciated <3

[causenessus]

hi loveliness ! (get it, lovely-ness and you’re loveliness) (oh my god i’m so smart) i hope you’ve eaten today !! how’s your day been? MAKE SURE U EAT i’m so so so sorry for sending this so late in the day i had SUCH a day today and also i realize my asks are getting longer and longer each time like im yapping way too much so ill try to keep this short !

TODAY i hate breakfast then i went to an aquarium with my friend! it was so nice we saw sea lions and SEA OTTERS (otters are my favourite animal) AND IT WAS SO FUN! we saw the sea lions do tricks and the otters were so cute holding the rocks and it was so so so cute overload omg then i went to go have hotpot with my family and my uncle! it was nice to catch up and the food was so yummy we had flan after

ALSO I WAS GIGGLING SO MUCH AT YOUR WORK STORY LIKE i wasn’t laughing that you got yelled at bcuz that was uncool and uncalled for but the way it was formatted with the dialogue was so funny i was like giggling in bed reading it LOL but i will literally hunt down that family because you’re just a girl doing your job like !! lay off !! but i hope you’re okay love you didn’t deserve that and like genuinely some people need to learn how to be decent human beings sometimes because that’s actually CRAZY

BUT I LOVE UR STORY TIMES !!! SO YAP ALL U WANT I WILL READ IT ALL THOROUGHLY !! and once i get back home and back to work i will 100% yap because retail makes my head THROB genuinely throb

also tell me more about your knee omg?? what happened I HOPE YOURE OKAY AND make sure you don’t overwork yourself on your new smaus!! take breaks and always prioritize yourself over anything, i hope work was better than yesterday !! if not i will PERSONALLY fly over to your state and be like your guard dog at work (LOL THATS CRAZY SORRY) but i genuinely hope today went better! i hope you ate too and took care of yourself, always always take care of yourself i will say it infinity times to make sure it’s engraved into your head xoxoxo

LOVELINESS :( i will literally cry THAT IS SO CUTE AND YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!! HELLO MY LOVE <3

PLEASE NEVER WORRY ABOUT YOUR ASKS BEING LONG!!! DO NOT SHORTEN YOURSELF PLEASE YAP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 (i'm going to start putting my answers under cuts so people don't have to fight trying to scroll past my yapping 😭 BUT DW!! TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR OTHER ASK TOO!!)

AND ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING THIS LATE IN THE DAY!! and i was so unmotivated when i got home from work today to make something for dinner 😭 bc i needed to shower AND i had school earlier in the day and it was 9:30 so i'd be eating a meal at like 10 pm BUT I DID JUST FOR U <33 (and i MEAN THAT!! I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR REMINDERS TO EAT :( YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT REALLY MEANS TO ME <3 AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR OTHER ASK AND FOR SENDING ONE IN DESPITE YOUR BUSY DAY WITH THE REMINDER TO EAT <3 I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH) last night my dinner was literally a bagel with almond butter 💀 which I FEEL LIKE wasn't the worst "meal" but definitely not the best <3

AAAAAAAAAA THE AQUARIUM!!!!!!!!!! THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND FUN OMG I LOVE SEA LIONS TOO AND THEM BEING YOUR FAV ANIMAL LITERALLY MAKES THEM 10000X CUTER :(((( I HOPE YOU HAD TONS OF FUN!! AND OMG HOTPOT please i want hotpot so bad hold on thank you for reminding me that hot pot exists the MOMENT WE HAVE WEATHER IN THE 60S I'M GETTING HOT POT and i'm glad you could catch up with your family!! that's always fun <3 and FLAN!!!! YOU'RE LIVING THE DREAM AS ALWAYS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

and i'm glad you enjoyed my story time LMAOOO I READ IT BACK JUST NOW AND THERE WERE SO MANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES MB IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT RN SO I'M SURE MY ENGLISH IS NOT SUPER HOT RN EITHER 😭 today i worked again and i literally only got ONE thing done 😭 but it's bc it was a really big order and i lowkey drilled into my finger but it's okay!!!!! 🤠 KNOWING YOU WORK IN RETAIL AGAIN AND WORK THOSE GRUELING OPENING SHIFTS AND DOUBLES ALWAYS GIVES ME THE STRENGTH TO KEEP GOING (but i was soo sleepy today too i was genuinely going to walk up to my coworker and be like "bro. can i please just nap on the floor." BUT WE POWERED THROUGH!!) AND I LOVE YOUR STORY TIMES TOO!! PLEASE SHARE ALL YOU WANT I WILL ALWAYS READ THROUGH IT TOO <3

IF YOU WERE MY GUARD DOG AT WORK I'D CRY /POS <3 I'D FEEL SO SAFE AND HAPPY!! (maybe u should fly here anyway!!! xxx) but DW MY KNEES ARE OKAY LMAO basically i got sent to clean a loft with some people today and because i'm literally a monkey from my tech days i climbed like an entire shelf??? 😭 because we were like reorganizing EVERYTHING (that entire group is so neurodivergent including me like we were told to clean the front but none of us have the power to JUST do the front so this will now be like a month long project pls pray for us it is so hot and dusty in there) and so after we ran out of time i had to jump down from the shelf but like my two guys were BOTH waiting for me (v. weird. one of them makes me slightly uncomfortable BC HE'S VERY NICE BUT TOO NICE AND I'M JUST SCARED OF MEN LIKE HE'S GENUINELY NICE BUT I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES AND I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE LIKING ME IF THAT MAKES SENSE) so like i was literally rushing it and was like "yeah i can probably just drop down" but the fall was a lot farther than i initially thought 😭 so i dropped to the ground and my knees gave out because of the impact so i fell backwards into a table BUT IT'S OKAY besides the fact i made a giant fool of myself i don't want to talk about it </3 (b/c the OTHER guy i was with OMNFHEJRFKWLNDJJERHOUHJVFEKW i used to like him. ik. very small world i am still around people ik. BUT ANYWAY used to like him -> got the ick bc attachment issues -> hated him but he's still a good friend -> our mutual OLDER friend tried to get us to go to prom together one year -> SO MUCH MORE WE HAVE SUCH A WEIRD DYNAMIC IDEK WHAT HE THINKS OF ME) BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY TIME AS WELL!! LOTS OF NESS LORE DROPS HERE <3 I LOVE SHARING ALL MY DRAMA LMAOAOAO

BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!! KEEP EATING THE COOLEST THINGS EVER AND LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE <3 (NO PRESSURE) AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!

[apollo-gate]

Hey author! Since it was my birthday today I wanted to send in this ask to all my favourite blogs lol.

How would the ROs celebrate MC's birthday? How will they plan for it before they get together (crushing stage) and after they get together?

Omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!

I’m one of your favorites.

Where ya at that’s an immediate bear hug. RIGHT THERE. (Jk. I swore to someone that they get a bear hug before anyone else. So you be like 6or 7 on the list. But hey your there. But Vanessa will be before you so crap where did I write that down. Ah your after Nikki no no Jessica no was it Greg. No it was Justin. Ah it was Jessica my mistake. Your after Jessica . Got it so my mom. The one i promised to hug regardless of time or place. Vanessa. Chan, Nikki, Jessica, and finally you. Ok remember your place. (If your name here that was a lucky guess. Vanessa or hey Batman got on the list when that request of Vanessa prompts came about. Chan or Second chance asked because when he or I get married we meet so 🤣. Nikki I think that’s right. Got it with the bear gif. Like yes!!! Hello there Friend. 😁.

Now onto our ROs 👏 (I’m going to do it in parts as the list is wonderful.)

Alice: Is not really a big fan of huge party especially for birthdays. So it would be very small with close friends and family. In crushing stage she would do a private dinner. But in a relationship she would take Mc to where she went with her dad. A over look of the city and meals she and everyone made.

Helena: crush stage: ok so depending on the Mc this will change. Helena would get the Mc favorite band or singer they like for a private concert or get vip tickets to go to the concert. Relationship stage: Helena will do a underwater ship cruise.(this is one of the harder things to get.) Helena has already done them but wants to share the experience with the Mc.

Lisa: Don’t laugh. Crush stage: It would be art classes or pottery classes. She would want to share something that’s apart of her. Oh and the Mc gets to eat Lisa cookies. Relationship: Have you ever wanted to do body paint.(it’s happening.) And paintball fights with friends that too.

Becca: Beach trip or to the lake house. 🤷‍♀️ girl wants me time no one else. But doesn’t mean she won’t surprise the Mc with a cake and friends. She’s not friends with many people but as long as Mc is happy she’s happy.

Daniella: She will get Noah’s number and set up a dinner or lunch. Ask Mc to look after her son. Will get everyone in on it yes Becca I see you. And when Mc comes back every one is caught do one thing or another. So everyone cooks together and it becomes a thing. Although Noah is forbidden from the stove same with Scott and Lena.

Vanessa: Musumes or Art gallery than theater is also an option. Vanessa will have a picnic basket to. (Yes she like picnics. So just where will be y’all’s spot) Will be happy so very happy as birthdays are special. Will definitely strive to get a laugh out of the Mc.

Azalea: (doesn’t know what a birthday is. Yeah I know.) in crush stage would do a metal work as a gift. Would even get Mc into doing it. In relationship: Azalea would do a ritual If the Mc wanted to see the world how they see it.

Kent: Alright let’s get this right. Kent would do a breakfast in bed. Basically anything the Mc wants to do he will do.

Naamah: MCs Birthday is all about them. She will do the pampering treatment and everything.(could she have servants do this. Well yes but she wants to do. To show how much she loves and what the Mc means to her.)

Blaze: two words.Time travel. Man is going to zoom with Mc to anytime they want to go to. You want to reenact a historical event. See a historical figure or just say you ate during a battle and watched it. (Hell yeah Blaze is all for it.)

Zero: Zeros gift is unorthodox. It’s simply an outer body experience. In a robotic body. It’s not permanent don’t worry Zero has tested this many times.

Red Flag RO: Sex. Biting blood. Hmmm 🤔 You get your own blood bag.(person) She would also get you to see world with her daughter is at.

Rune: big party. Like the hugest you’ve ever seen. And a beautiful necklace with matching rings. Rune would get her own alcohol she makes to and just say no one walking away without a headache.

[nancypullen]

Hole in One

Alrighty! I returned home from Florida yesterday, racing ahead of storms the whole way. The mister and I arrived in our driveway around 5 o'clock and I immediately dumped suitcases and started laundry. I had to get a jump on things, it's just a week until Christmas and I can't be bogged down with run of the mill chores - I have stuff to do! My visit with my mom and sister was fun, we spent most of it shopping and eating, the two sacred female activities. I had hoped to get a haircut while I was down there since the Denton stylists have done me wrong (fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...they've fooled me twice already). But there just weren't any appointments available. I'm tempted to get a short hairstyle, even though I don't like my face with short hair. It might be easier as far as wash and dry, but I'd have to maintain it with cuts every six to eight weeks so that's actually higher maintenance. Looks like I will sail into old age with pony tails and Farrah layers. At this point I really don't care. My mother suggested I just let it grow and sport a long braid. That appeals to me - seems like a very artsy, slightly hippie vibe, and I'm a fan of that. It may also mean I've given up. You win, hair.

My sister's birthday was on our schedule for the visit. We celebrated with presents, a good dinner, and dessert. She said that she wanted a fruit platter instead of a cake, and the birthday girl's wishes are supposed to come true.

We didn't get to light those candles. She'd contracted the plague right before traveling and no one wanted her blowing all over the fruit. It wasn't covid, but she spent most of the trip coughing, dripping, and blowing. Not fun for her at all. On the other hand, if you have stock in facial tissue or Sudafed she boosted your profits. Merry Christmas. Still, a good time was had by all and then we flew away to our respective nests. And speaking of flying, on my way down to Florida I gave the gift that keeps on giving - laughter. Apparently, choosing to fly comfortably in my favorite old jeans was a mistake. They broke up with me on this trip. We parted ways.

Sadly, I was unaware that it had happened. I have no idea how long I walked around showing the world my underwear. I had a three hour layover in Atlanta where I walked around and around and up and down. Escalators, trains, jetways - you're welcome holiday travelers. Enjoy telling your friends about the lady in front of you who didn't know her pants had split. It wasn't until I arrived at my mother's house that my sister pointed out that it looked like I'd "had a blow out". Of course. It wasn't even because they were tight, they weren't, just really, really old. They'd been washed a million times, I suppose I should have checked them for thinning spots. Naturally travel day was the day the threads just couldn't hold on another minute. Oh well. If you were in the Atlanta airport on December 12th and saw an old lady's underwear, speak kindly of her. She didn't know. Today I'm doing the bare minimum. I have a very busy few days ahead and no rest in sight until the new year. I feel myself coming down with my sister's cold, or maybe it was given to me by any of the hundreds of people hacking and snorting in the airports and on planes. I have too much to do to be sick, so I'm going to pretend it's not happening. I'm ready for Christmas, but not all of the meals involved. I'll be feeding a crowd from the 22nd through, I think, the 29th. Other than Xmas dinner I'm keeping it simple. A big pot of chili one night, sheet pan suppers, maybe a pasta bake with rotini and meatballs, definitely something in the crockpot one night. I'm out of ideas. None of that sounds delicious to me, and certainly not as healthy as we'd normally eat, but I just need to get through that week of meals. No one will die from it.

So I'm making my grocery list and checking it twice, then I'm going to wash my hair, and finish up a little laundry. Mickey has a photo club meeting tonight so I'm just making quick taco bowls (seasoned ground turkey, black beans, cauliflower rice, tomato & onion, etc) for dinner. I may spend the evening watching Hallmark movies and pretending I live in one of those adorable fictional towns. I'll be the struggling bakery owner trying to charm the big city exec who represents the corporation trying to buy out my little shop. We'll fall in love somewhere between the obligatory snowball fight and accidentally bumping into each other under the mistletoe. Although I'm strapped for cash I'll wear a different designer coat and new boots in every scene. In the end he won't be able to resist me and my fabulous wardrobe and he'll surprise me by becoming a silent investor in my bakery and dropping to one knee in front of the town's giant Christmas tree (or an ice skating rink, your choice). The predictable plot lines are what I love about them. I hope your week has been better than split pants and sneezes, and that you spend your evening feeling cozy and content. That's my goal. The countdown to Santa has begun and I couldn't be happier. Let's do this! Sending out lots of love. Stay safe, stay well, go ahead and have another cookie. XOXO, Nancy

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Book I: Forging His Own Path: Ch39: The Two of Us

The four sat around in the house as Jack and June ate their meal. "So, you really did it?" June asked.

"To be honest, I didn't really think it would work." Jack stated.

"And now everyone knows who you are." Arcee stated. She paused for a moment, "Was it worth it?"

Jack seemed distant for a moment, "For here? Yes."

June looked at Arcee, "You don't care if he moved here?" she asked.

"There is Energon for me, breathable air for him, and more water and plants than you had back in Japser. Plus all the fembots you can fuck." Jack glared at her, "What?" she asked, "I know there's no way you are going to do anything with them. Without my telling you to. We're also as far away from Sierra as is Humanly possible."

"After this long, you still?.." June asked, and Arcee interupted.

"I talked to Jack about this."

"And?" June asked.

"I can be as jealous of Sierra as I want."

June just looked at her, not sure what to say.

"I flirted with her a few times." Jack dimissed. "She only kind of liked me because I pretended to be a bad boy."

"Which is why she shouldn't worry about her." June said to him.

"Which is why she can be as hostile as she wants to her, because I'm never going to go out with her. I was... annoyed when she acted like that to Miko, because she's a great friend. Sierra is a girl I went to high school with. Arcee is not just my wife, but ten times more beautiful, and a thousand times more deadly."

Arcee looked him deep in the eyes, "You mean it, don't you?"

"You honestly have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Jack asked her. Arcee looked down for a moment before looking back at him. "Seriously, what was the first thing I said to you?" She looked down again, and he knew that she knew, "I mean it more every day. I have seen you at your highest and lowest, and I love all of it."

"Even when I let Starscream go?"

"You know it was a mistake." he said to her.

"After everything he did, how could I?.." Arcee angrily asked.

"Still beautiful." Jack said, causing her to immediately stop and just stare at him.

"But, I..."

"Was angry." Jack stated, "Pretty understandably. I never assumed you were flawless, but you are pretty close."

"I'm what?" Arcee asked, "No I'm not."

"Mom?" Jack asked.

June breathed in deeply, "Pretty almost flawless. I doubt we could find a better daughter-in-law, on any planet we've visited."

"Maybe one that could do the dishes..." Arcee grumbled.

"Well, you are apparently working on that." June replied.

"Not everyone has a mother as amazing as mine to make it easy for me to do the dishes."

"That's sweet." June stated.

"And sappy." Arcee added, "And sweet. Which I'm definitely not."

"And I can't turn into a motorcycle." Jack said with a smile, "I don't let it bother me."

"You probably could if you wanted to." she said with a frown. She slowly looked him in the eyes, and her frown slowly turned into smile.

"And she says she's not sweet." Sirenia stated. Arcee glared at her, but her forced frown quickly fell away. "Oh, no, the big, bad Arcee is going to come after me."

"Tsk." Arcee replied.

* * *

Arcee rode out into the night, away from the city behind her. The sky became so clear. She was starting to love it. But that's not why she came. She saw something in the mirrors, something red and black flying behind her.

* * *

Windblade landed in the field and transformed just before she hit the ground. She heard a blaster charge, and looked over her shoulder to find Arcee's longshot blaster aimed directly at her head. "Knowing your ability, you could have done that from much further away." Windblade said, staring at her, being careful to not move anything more.

"Why are you following me?!" Arcee gnashed.

"Because, every - single - night, you come out here by yourself. Not even your sparkmate knows what you are doing."

"He learned earlier today." Arcee simply said. Windblade eyed the blaster that was still pointed at her head. Arcee pulled it back and transformed it away.

"I'll remind you that it's my job to be suspicious. So, tell me, what are you doing back here?"

Arcee stared at her for a moment, "You have to promise to not laugh at me."

"Arcee?" Windblade asked, "The Arcee? The storied warrior of two Primes. What could you possibly have to be afraid of?" Arcee transformed and simply sat there for a moment. When she transformed back she was 10ft tall instead of 15ft. "I didn't know that was possible?"

"I learned about it recently. I will not apologize for trying to spend time with my sparkmate."

"That's why you've been coming out here? That's it? To practice your transformations?"

"I did tell you not to laugh." Arcee uttered.

"You love your sparkmate." Windblade stated, "I don't find anything funny about that." Windblade stepped away and transformed. A moment of hovering on her jets she blasted off back to the city.

* * *

Arcee rode up to Sirenia's house, and dropped onto her kickstand, simply waiting there as the sun rose above her.

* * *

The door to the house opened up as Sirenia stepped out. "Morning." she said to Arcee.

"Thank you for taking care of him." Arcee added.

Jack stepped out a moment later, "Morning, Arcee."

"Morning, Jack." she said lovingly. She balanced on her two wheels, knocked back the kickstand, and then transformed to 10ft tall. "I don't suppose you want to go for a walk?" she asked.

"Of course." he replied, and she practically beamed. He walked up beside her, and the two walked off.

Sirenia jealously looked at them.

"She won't be comfortable until he's back home." June said to her, and Sirenia gave her a questioning gaze. "She worries about him as much as I do. She's just better at hiding it."

* * *

Jack and Arcee walked along, holding hands. "So, is this as small as you can get?"

"I'm focusing on stability right now." she said she nervously said.

"So you can spend time with me." Jack simply stated.

"Are you upset?" Arcee asked.

"About what?" Jack asked.

"It just feels like giving up." Arcee said, and Jack squeezed her hand.

"We can do this." Jack said, "Doesn't seem like giving up to me." A moment passed as they just enjoyed each other. "Thank you."

"I didn't do that much..." Arcee voiced.

"Only all night, every night, for a week." Jack stated.

"I did it for myself." Arcee stated.

"You did it to spend time with me." Jack replied, and once again squeezed her hand.

"I want to share your world." Arcee stated.

"When I married you, you were 15ft tall, and I assumed you would always be." Jack replied, "That said, having you closer to my level is wonderful."

Arcee contentedly relaxed as they walked along.

* * *

"So, what should we do?" Sirenia asked.

"Work out the toxicology of native plants?" June asked. "Considering my son seems intent to move here."

"And how do you feel about that?" Sirenia asked.

"I honestly don't know." June replied. "How about this, I want to help him as much as possible?"

"Hard to argue with that." Sirenia stated.

"As he said, we can breathe, we have water, there are plants." June voiced, and paused, "And, honestly, it does look like a paradise. Complete with an army of angelbots. But this is Jack, there's no way he's going to take advantage of it. I'll get the toxicology scanner that Ratchet gave us."

* * *

June and Sirenia were out in the woods, scanning the local folliage. It was incredible, but could only work on one plant at a time. It developed a 3d model, similar to those used for themselves, along with chemical and physical nature reports. This would decide if it was digestible, toxic, useful. Sirenia quickly looked off to the side. June looked up after her as the scan finished.

"There is an animal, likely predatory, hiding in the folliage."

"Well, they wouldn't attack me with you here, would they?" June asked.

"Assuming there is only one, they would likely wait for the moment you are out of my reach." Sirenia said, and looked over to a nearby clearing. "Head to the clearing, I will be right behind you. As soon as we get there, I will transform. This is when you will be most vulnerable."

June looked at her for a moment as the fear sunk into her. She quickly turned to the clearing and started walking way. Sirenia as so close she literally hovered over her. The two made it to the clearing, Sirenia transformed, and June quickly climbed into the seat. As she adjusted the belts, Sirenia closed the door, and spun up. June nervously looked out the window, and within moments Sirenia was lifting into the air.

* * *

Sirenia landed just outside her house, and the two just sat there. "Are you alright?" Sirenia asked.

"Fine." June stated, still not moving, breathing in deeply. "Fine." She breathed in and out a few times, "Is this what Jack goes through everytime he's in combat?!"

"Pressumably." Sirenia stated, as her few close encounters during the war flashed in front of her eyes. "Did you want to get out?"

"I'm good." June fearfully uttered. "I'm not in your way, am I?"

"I'm good." Sirenia likewise replied.

"It's nice to spend time together, just the two of us."

[coreytravelogue]

Portland, Oregon - Nov 10, 2024

It took me longer to get here but I got here nonetheless. What would a trip be without a story of stupidity from me?

Stupid me thought that he could arrive an hour or so before boarding and think that he could get through security and customs before boarding on a long weekend. Well that mistake cost me much of the day today as I missed the flight and had to spend 90 bucks for a 7 hour bus trip to Portland because the flights were not 1300. WHO in the hell would pay for a flight like that?

Well I went home, had to good to go meal from 7/11 which was impressively well proportioned. I wish I could have brought what I had left with me but I assumed that I would not be able to take a chicken wrap and an egg salad sandwich through customs with me. It will probably be moulding by the time I get home. I am such a big fan of too good to go. You can get good portioned food at a lower price. Not only that but you are fighting food waste. It is a win win across the board, I can only hope to do it in Portland too. Probably not unless there is wifi to be used there.

I was still able to make a day out of it. I always tend to get into a writing kick when I am on a bus or train. I do not know what it is about being a passenger in a moving object that gets my creative juices flowing. Maybe I should try to put bus rides like this into my itinerary. I may not get to the destination as quickly but it is more cheaper, get to see more scenery and allows me to get my writing juices going.

Started writing a horror story, first one I ever started. I do not know where it came from but I am trying to give it Evil Dead or Cocaine Bear vibes. We will see where things go with it.

If I wind up losing my job and can’t find another job not long after I may just take the chance and try to make this movie. I am making it with figuring I will have to do it on the cheap cheap cheap in mind though it may be hard to pull off especially this may involve zombie moose.

I am just glad I am in Portland in one peace now ready to start after my traditional Benny eggs breakfast I try to have wherever I am. This is the first time I have been to the USA since 2019 with my ex girlfriend to see Seattle and to go to a concert she wanted to see. I wish I could look fondly on that time but when I do I do in regret. I was a huge asshole to her around this time. I will leave it at that.

Much has happened in the world overtime which was made me reluctant to visit the USA, right now may not be the best time either just after an election. My German friends did not have many good things to say about Portland when I asked. I heard crime has went down in Portland considerably but I always approach the USA in fear regardless. Arriving in Portland at 11pm it was worrisome but thankfully I was not too far from my hotel/apartment.

So my first true day in Portland will be today, it should be a full day of Jayne hatting followed by a basketball game. Monday Jayne hatting all day. Tuesday I will turn 40 and try to make the most of the day which will be rainy but most of my birthdays since being in the Pacific Northwest have been rainy. I just don’t want to get sick but then better to be sick now than in Newfoundland.

Wednesday I will definitely try to be at the airport early. I got away with getting out of Vancouver late but I don’t think I want to get away with getting back to Vancouver late.

Year 39 is drawing to a close. Thinking about this year in my life is mixed but I could say that about most of the years of my life. The only years I would say felt grand or straight forward was years 30 to maybe 33 or 34. Year 39 was a mix of anxiety, rage and decided to just take leaps.

My work life which I will not get into here caused me the anxiety, stress and rage. Unfortunately it still does with no conclusion coming anytime soon. Probably unless I imitate it.

Year 38 was to learn from 37 and 38 and actually take plunges. 37 was me dipping my toes into travel again as we were getting out of COVID-19. 38 was supposed to be the return to travel but unstable airlines and high flight prices scared me away from it.

Year 39 started with a trip back to Montreal. Should have brought better shoes and warmer clothes but serves me right. Either way Montreal was a great time. I regret not going anywhere special for the April long weekend but I wanted to save some money and just go to Victoria which I can usually always have fun there.

By summer though I came to the realization that there will never be a better time than now to go to Japan so Japan was and is the main highlight of year 39 finally scratching off that country from my bucket list. Now that I got the gist of how to travel there I want to go again, just not in the summer time.

Now Portland which I feel makes things full circle as back in 2020 my April trip was going to be Portland, followed by Alaska and at sometime Japan. Of course 2020 had other plans. Alaska will not be on the itinerary this year. Probably not even next year. Who bloody knows. It is too expensive to go there and it doesn��t seem worth it.

I want to talk about my 30s at a different time but I can’t help but think about year 40 and how I want to keep up the momentum. Year 40 will more than likely be a year that my life changes forever, hopefully for the better if I can move to Newfoundland and away from where I work currently.

If I do not move to Newfoundland then Japan or Australia is on the docket. April long weekend I am contemplating Fort McMurray again. I want to see it one last time because it may just be so. If there is time and the cost is right Whitehorse one last time too. Seattle one last time as well if I can make it work. Japan or Australia in the fall than Newfoundland again. If I live in Newfoundland maybe I still will but it may be easier and cheaper to start hitting Europe or even eastern USA which is a part of the USA I have seen the least. Moving to Newfoundland will have me closer to family but also free up a considerable amount of leave time. Instead of splitting time between Newfoundland and elsewhere I can set it specifically elsewhere.

One of 2 things will happen, I am hoping Newfoundland thought it will come with its own challenges. Being 40 and living with my parents again hurts my pride but in today’s economy and their deteriorating health it makes the most sense. Why rent a place in the area when I would probably be spending most of my off hours with my folks anyway?

I would also be away from a workplace I am beyond done with. Done to thinking of quitting but I want to assess my options first. If I stay in Vancouver by the time year 40 ends I must have done something wrong. But if I do stay II want to try and make it count. I can’t be afraid of travel anymore. While I am still physically in good shape I know my stomach will start to give me problems going forward, I can feel I am losing more energy as well, I am unable to be spring up as well as I was able to not long ago. I feel I am still in my prime but I know after my 40s I will be in my slow decline. I need to start hitting the places I want to see and get lost in while I still have the legs to do it.

I am starting to understand why so many people just do nothing on their vacations but find a sunny place to just lay down and do nothing. I am still not a sunny beach guy maybe more of a winter retreat sort of fellow.

Japan was exhausting for both the good and bad reasons. Good in that I made every day count where I could and bad in that I was so tired by the end of it and if there is one thing I did not enjoy about Japan was feeling so alone there. To be honest I have this problem everywhere but it felt worse there.

If I was to go back I would probably do Sapporo again, Hakone without question, Tokyo maybe but definitely not for a week but I was try to go to other places like Nagoya and Hiroshima. I would definitely avoid Kyoto next time around. I already miss the beer and Ghengis Khan. In Hakone I just miss the vibe. If I was in Sapporo without question I would stay at Hotel Tokeidai again. Hakone I would not stay at the hostel and try to find a more comfortable digs, that said if I was stuck there again I would not fret too much. In Tokyo I would stay in the same place again easily. This time always get the continental breakfast.

I have thought about going back to Edmonton, last year I sincerely thought it was going to be my last time there as with the efforts I was making to try and get to Newfoundland would pay off but they didn’t. I want to see my friend again.

When I move to the east coast coming back to places like Edmonton, Victoria, Seattle or even Vancouver itself will be harder. I do not know if I will ever want to be in Vancouver or stay in Vancouver ever again once I go. I do not have the jaded view of it I had 10 years ago or hold the trauma I once had though being downtown does sometimes put me in the dumps. There is just nothing and almost no one to go back to see, just about everyone is gone. Victoria I will be back to, Seattle I can see going to too. We can wait and see with Portland. Edmonton I can see most likely coming back but even then who knows when.

I have to be prepared for the moment I leave and say goodbye to Vancouver forever but it is time to say hello to Portland first.

To be continued soon. Shazbot nanu nanu