#i used to love a boston cream donut

[ursulanoodles]

Stardew Valley NPCs and their donut choices. I have no idea why I was possessed to make this and it’s founded on absolutely nothing, but here it is. 

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Paige Bueckers x short girlfriend headcannons (Part 11)

Paige Rubbed her shoulder. “For such a short girl you can throw a mean PUNCH”. She said

“I took self defense classes and kick boxing and boxing classes”. You said.

”And that’s the shoulder I shoot the basketball with too! Ahhh my shoulder”. Paige said.

”Good. Maybe you’ll misss a few shots and not make fun of my height now more”. You said.

”I’m sorry babe”. Said Paige. She went to hug you. You stopped her. “Nope. You won’t get off that easily”. You said

“I gotta sleep on the couch don’t I?” Paige asked.

”Yes”. You said.

Paige sighed. “Fine”.

You love to climb on Paige. She’s so tall you climb on her like a tree.

You try to stand on her head but you stand on her shoulders. Position yourself like a wrestler and jump in the pool

She teases you about how you still use a floatie and goggles.

Paige laughed. “You look so cute yet funny in a floatie. Can you reach the floor in the pool in that floatie?” She said. Ugh she can be a bully

You glared at her. “Want me to punch you again in that same shoulder?” You asked

“No”. Paige said in a low voice. “Sorry babe”.

At Dunkin’ Donuts you can hardly see the donuts. “I want two”. You said

“Which ones?” Paige asked

“Boston Cream. And glazed chocolate”. You said

You and Paige sat down at a table. “I still can’t believe I kicked you as hard as I did”. You said.

”I can’t believe you said you’d leave me for Azzi”. Said Paige

And Azzi sent you. Text.

From Azzi: Miss you. Miss having you in my arms.

You read the text

“Who’s that?” Paige asked

“Azzi”.

”Oh. What did she want?” Paige asked

“Nothing” you said

Paige was suspicious. But she decided to drop it. ‘Would she really love me for my best friend?’ Paige thought to herself

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Cause of Action 2

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Your first week is tame. Boring, even. Your desk mates are quiet and cold. They barely even talk to each other. You suppose they have a lot of work to do, a lot more serious work than you. Your own tasks are rather tedious but menial nonetheless.

You find your sight blurring as you scroll through a case brief. You have your elbow on your desk, cupping your chin at your mindless perusal. The subtle click of the mechanism slips through your trance but doesn’t quite register. It isn’t until a dark shape stands in your peripheral that you finally break your near-comatose state.

“Mr. Barber,” you greet, barely able to conceal your surprise, “hi.”

“Just checking in,” he says as he rests his hand on the cubicle wall, “and I had a favour to ask you.”

“Uh, sure,” you keep your hand on your mouse, tapping the wheel nervously.

“Think you could start late tomorrow? You’ll see in the calendar there’s a late meeting and I won’t be in until noon anyway,” he explains, his free hand hooks on his belt. He does that, he stands like a disapproving dad and it makes your bones rattle.

“Right, uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Great,” he smacks the cubicle wall and it shakes just a little, “you grab a donut from the break room?”

“Donut?” You pique at the mention of sugar, “oh, well… I’m tryna cut back.”

“That’s too bad. I got ‘em from this place about a block down. They’re great. I love the boston creams but the crullers aren’t bad either.”

“Hmmm, maybe at lunch,” you shrug, “thanks, Mr. Barber.”

“No problem, just a little pick me up for the office,” he looks around as the office drones continue on without acknowledgement. “I’ll let you get back to it then.”

“Alright,” you smile and swivel back to your screen.

He lingers for a moment before he strides off. You glance over as he enters the break room. The smell of coffee soon stirs in the air and makes your stomach grumble.

“Eh, could use another cup,” Marnie sighs but makes no move to fulfill her wishes.

You ponder a second coffee but think better of it. Caffeine usually has you addled and you’re already restless sitting around at a computer. You refocus on the case brief as Mr. Barber’s shadow approaches the door.

It’s strange. He seems so nice but the rest of this place is so miserable. Well, it is work.

📓

The late start to your day throws everything off. By the time you get to the office, you’re exhausted already. You couldn’t sleep in despite your efforts so much of your morning was spent in anticipation of starting work.

As you get to work Marnie is on her lunch and Taylor is huffing at his phone screen. He tends to be on that more than his computer. Mr. Barber greets you in passing as he appears with a cup of coffee. He retreats to his office as you settle in at your desk. There’s a small container waiting for you with a note.

‘Hope it’s not stale.’

You flick the post-it and tilt the container to see through the clear plastic. A donut dressed up with graham crumble and what appears to be strawberry jam. It looks delicious and dangerously high in calories. Still, a nice gesture. You would feel bad to reject it.

You get started, the day dragging by as usual. You pick away at the donut, trying hard not to get any crumbs or gooeyness on your keyboard. You get a few messages from Mr. Barber about new tasks but he’s mostly cloistered in his office, explaining that he’s on calls all day.

Marnie packs up first, then Taylor. Once they’re gone, the office takes on an eerie hue with the dimming sky outside. The tinted yellow bulbs do little to ease the ambiance. You clack on keys ambivalently, all caught up and anxious.

The door clicks and you spin to face your boss. You have no chill left.

“Oh, hi,” he buttons his jacket, “uh, you ready?”

“Ready? I thought the meeting was here?”

“No, uh, my client changed his plans,” he checks his watch, “you’ll get overtime for the extra hours.”

“Um, alright,” you stand up and stretch out your legs. Mr. Barber nears as you grab your purse and swipe up your phone from the top of your desk. “That’s fine, I guess.”

“Sorry, I know it’s weird hours but the guy’s not exactly a negotiator. Hence why he hired me.”

“No problem. I signed up for it, right?”

“I like that attitude,” he grins, “so, you like the donut?”

He peeks over at the empty container forgotten beside your monitor. You push your shoulders up and bite the inside of your lip.

“Yeah, very sweet,” you say, “thanks.”

“I’ve never had the strawberry so I’ll take your word for it,” he gestures you ahead of him towards the door, “better get going.”

“Sure.”

You lead the way and he locks the door behind him. He follows you down the narrow stairs as you cling to the banister. Your heels make the descent treacherous.

As you come out under the greying sky, Andy exhales heavily and checks his watch again. “I’ll drive.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, Mr. Barber,” you utter. You assumed it might have been just down the block. The mystery of it all is frustrating. You should’ve checked the calendar.

“Andy’s fine,” he corrects, “for tonight. Oh and a bit of advice, you don’t have to put up with my client. He says anything untoward, you let me know.”

He guides you down to a dark car parked by a meter. You near the passenger’s side and watch him come up the other.

“Should I be worried?” You ask.

“No, but he can be… direct.”

“Ah, right,” you nod, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Nice girl like you, I’m sure it will be,” he agrees as the locks slide back noisily.

He opens his door and sits in the driver’s seat. You get in and buckle up as he checks his mirrors and fiddles with a few switches. He seems almost more anxious than you.

“I won’t feel so out of place with you around,” he remarks as he puts his signal on and looks over his shoulder.

“Oh?”

“You’ll see,” he girds as he pulls out.

You wish he would just tell you where you’re going but you’re too embarrassed to ask. If he knew you didn’t even bother to check the calendar, it might not look so good on you. And you need him to give you a glowing reference. You can’t have the only experience on your resume be tainted by your own carelessness.

[ejzah]

A little post “The Debt” fic.

***

Forgive and Forget

I'm not angry. In fact, I could slit your jugular vein 11 different ways from where I'm sitting and I wouldn't lose my temper.

***

“One Boston cream and an iced coffee,” Deeks announces, sliding into Kensi’s SUV with the mentioned items in one hand, a second cup in the other.

Kensi accepts them with a wry smile, peering into the small paper bag and pulling out a perfectly iced donut.

“You know, you don’t have to keep sucking up,” she tells him.

“I wouldn’t call it sucking up.” He shrugs, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. “More like ‘trying to repair our relationship through a series of small but nonetheless meaningful gestures’.” He finishes with a winning smile. It’s damn hard to resist and she hates herself a little bit for how much she loves it.

“There’s nothing to repair. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

“Then why do you keep hitting me?” he asks before taking a sip of his own coffee.

“What?” She forces a laugh. “No, I don’t.”

Ok, maybe she’d gotten a little out of control with taking her frustrations out in a physical way. It’s just so much easier than expressing herself verbally.

She’s not as furious as when she first found out that the entire team, including Deeks, had lied to her. It was humiliating to think they used her to sell Deeks shooting an unarmed man and then being dismissed from the team. They considered her a weak link and that stings.

More than anything, it hurts that Deeks kept it from her. She’d nearly spilled her heart to him over a lie.

“I can show you the bruises.” He pulls at the collar of his shirt as if to show her.

“Shut up, you’re fine.” Shifting uncomfortably, she offers a sheepish smile. “Maybe I could ease up a little.”

Instead of going for a joke, Deeks regards her with a soft, worried expression. “Are we going to be ok?” he asks.

She considers the question for a few moments. Ultimately the real question is whether or not she still trusts him.

“Yeah,” she answers finally. “We are.”

Deeks answering smile is slow and so genuine, Kensi’s heart clenches in response.

“Though a cheese danish on Friday will definitely help.”

“I can do that,” he says.

Yeah, they’ll be ok.

[am--f]

Where to start. Sweep of September air from the door. Blinking cursor. What are you taking this semester? he asks. Sustainable sourcing, fair trade, organic. Java, mocha. Enamel on wood panel, 12 x 12 inches. From Kenya and Sumatra. Welcome to Fox Point. Perhaps the coffee will be just as good as the last time. She looks down at the half-eaten miniature Boston cream donut on the fluted baking paper. French 2. What is Enlightenment. Digital Media in the Time of Ecological Crisis. Regular milk? Regular milk. And Bakhtin and the Political Present. Flyers litter the bulletin board. Where to start. There is a wide range of freshly roasted single origin beans. And the coffee is made in a wide variety of ways. And the interior is warm and eclectic. There is ample seating and there are large windows and there are rounded grooves in the scuffed wall paneling. There are racks of magazines, and frosted glass pendant lamps in yellow and blue. It’s a relaxing atmosphere. Hiss of the steamer. Paper cups with dimpled brown sleeves. Stretched burlap in the window. The steam rises steadily. Where to sit. Waste of time. Write what you know. Listen, the coffee is organic and it taste very good. It is pure and hot and strong. It can always stand alongside friendship. Song from the sixties: refrain, elegy, churchyard, string quartet. Panned hard left and right. Simple, separate people. He writes on Twitter: Does anyone else feel like a ghost? I have had the privilege of trying the finest cafés in Korea, Japan, and all around Asia, but I’d say Coffee Exchange would be the best as far as Lattes are concerned. And honestly this is one of my favorite coffee shops, due to the quality and the variety. Ideal for a date, perfect for studying or working, and superb for simply enjoying your cup of coffee. No one would be disappointed. The hardest part is getting to the starting point, he says. I finished training last week. My first day is Monday. It’s one block of Williams, on the south side. Four more streets below that, between Benefit and Governor—John, Arnold, Transit, and Sheldon. From John to Sheldon it’s Thayer, Brook, Hope, and East, and all those tiny streets in between, names I can’t remember. It might seem impossible to learn your route at first but the jump in your knowledge from the first time to the second will be dramatic. That’s what I’ve generally found to be true for people. Close the laptop. Sakura means cherry blossom, smile, open mouth. The summer was long. I was away for six weeks, she says. Six weeks? I would read in the mornings. I would write long letters. I would wander, disquieted, along the avenues, under the linden trees. 3 bedroom, 1 full bath apartment on the second floor of a mixed-use building on Wickenden Street. Large open kitchen with granite counter top, spacious bedrooms, modern full bath, central air and in-unit laundry. Unruhig. Restlessly? But I have been sleeping well. Or I’ve been sleeping late. As the days get shorter it becomes easier to fall in love with shadows. Stirring in raw sugar, one packet. Oh, such a good book, he says. What did you think? The main thing is that everything happens at the right time. And that is grace. That is providence. The twentieth remove: here was mercy on both hands. Here was the benevolence of friends. Do you see a thousand little Motes and Atomes wand’ring up and down in a Sun-beam? That is preservation, and that is government. And in these providence consists. Such a good book. And when you start reading it, you notice little things about the city. The book club meets once a month, depending on the book. Always in person. And you notice little things, like the way the white cross on the church aligns with the windowpane and is split by shadow as the sun dips below the buildings. A picture held us captive, and we could not get outside of it, for it lay in our language. Where to start. Cross the room and sit by the window. Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetz allein ist, wird es lange bleiben. We are served our coffees, and the steam rises steadily.

Exhibition text for Jesse Sullivan: Coffee Shop, Drama Gallery, Brooklyn, NY

[mysteriouslover1516]

Loki Laufeyson (Part 1)

(X-reader story based on Tom Hiddleston's portrayal of this beloved villain. [ character name is chosen, but the pronoun you is used]. This kinda follows the attack on NY, but there’s some differences, for example Thor knows that Loki is still alive before this takes place.  Also, Clint and Natasha form a couple in this story. Not all of the movies will be mentioned fully in this version, some may be hinted at, but not a lot of time will be spent on them.)

“Loki, you can’t keep bringing me back,” You whisper as your eyes glisten with tears.

“Bridget, I can’t just forget you. I have to see your face, hear your voice, I need you.” Loki pleads.

“I”m not worthy enough for you,” You look at your feet. “I’m only human.”

“You may be mortal, dearest, but you have captured my heart.” Loki gently lifts your chin up so your eyes meet his green ones.

Queen Frigga, Loki’s mother, rushes into the garden of the royal palace. “Loki, you must return her to her homeland, if your father finds out he will be very angry. He is coming!”

Loki quickly makes a portal and throws it at you. “Goodbye, my dearest. I will visit you soon.” He says quietly as the portal envelopes you and everything goes black.

You wake up and start to cry into your pillow, it was the same dream, the same memory. The last time you had seen him was five months ago, no word, no sign that he even cared about you anymore.

You glance at your clock on the nightstand, it was two in the morning. You swing your legs over the side of your bed and wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt. You get out of bed and head over to the small kitchen of your apartment and get a drink of water. You place your hands on the sink counter and lean on it, taking deep breaths. You walk back to your bed and bury your head into your pillow, pulling the covers up over your waist. Part of you wished that just then Loki would teleport into your apartment and reassure you that he still loved you and cared for you, to tell you not to cry and that he’d hold you tight. The other part doubted that it would ever come true, he seemed to have vanished from your life, except for all the memories you held.

How had you fallen in love with Loki Laufeyson, the prince of Asgard? How had you captured HIS heart likewise? It happened when he was banished to earth for a year due to his disobedience to his father, Odin, the king of Asgard, and that was four years ago. You smile as you recall your first meeting with the god of mischief.

“Bridget, there is someone at the register.” Your coworker, Maggie said when you heard the  bell ring for the counter. “I would get it, but I am sorta in a sticky situation.”

You glanced over to see Maggie with pink frosting all over her hands.

“Piping bag burst,” Maggie explained as she saw your look.

You started laughing and wiped your hands on your apron, then headed out to the front room of the bakery. “How may I help you, sir?” You asked the man who was standing in front of the counter, looking at the display case of pastries. 

He had green eyes and shoulder-length black hair. Over his green shirt and dark pants he wore a black, lower-than-waist coat and a gray scarf.

The man stared at you for a few seconds then caught himself, “Um, what do you suggest?” His accent was British-like, but not quite all the way, the rest you couldn’t decipher.

 “Well……” You drew the word out as you pondered what to suggest to this new customer. “The eclairs are superb.”

“What is an eclair?” The man asked.

You got one out from the display case and placed it in a napkin then handed it to the man. “This is an eclair.”

The man bites into the oblong, frosted, donut-like pastry filled with boston cream.

“Well?” You smiled.

“It is superb, as you say it is.” The man smirked and his eyes seemed to laugh.

“How many would you like?” You smiled.

“I will desire two, I think. Then I will naturally pay for the one I just consumed.” He said, wiping his fingers off with the napkin.

You smiled at this man, you liked the words he used, he didn’t use the normal words people did, he used unique and more creative words, like you.

“Well the one you just consumed was a freebie, you needed to know if your taste buds mingled with the flavor nicely.”

The man chuckled and said, “My taste buds danced for joy the moment they touched the sweet delicacy.”

You laughed, “I’m glad, I’m Bridget by the way.” You handed the bag to the man, surprised that you gave the man your name, voluntarily.

“Loki,” The man took the bag and your fingertips brushed. You felt a tingle but pushed it aside.

“Looks like you owe us, hmm, seven dollars and fifty-five cents.” You said.

Loki gave you a ten dollar bill, “Keep the change, dearest-”

“Dearest?” Your eyes widened.

“Sorry, um, keep the change, I am so sorry, um, farewell.” Loki fumbled and his face reddened.

“Come back soon, Loki. It’s nice to see a new face,” You smiled, quickly recovering from your shock.

Loki grinned and walked out into the street and you headed towards the backroom.

“Bridget, you okay?” Maggie asked.

“Hmmm, what do you mean?” You asked, smiling.

“You are pink like a rose,” Maggie giggled, “Dearest….”

You laughed as Maggie said the word ‘dearest’, “How much did you hear?” “Every. single . Word.” Maggie emphasized the three words.

You smile at the memory, but it only made you miss him even more and your heart feels like it would now break. Your body shakes as you sob, but you eventually get yourself back together. You take a deep breath and soon your eyes involuntarily close, due to all the crying you have done. As you drift off to sleep, you dream a pleasant dream, a new and reassuring one.

"I still love you, my dearest. I'm so sorry I haven't been able to visit you sooner, and I'm even more sorry that you won't realize the truth. I love you so much, Bridget. Don't cry, darling, my heart belongs to you. I love you more than you could ever imagine, don't ever doubt that." Loki's gentle voice comes to you and you feel the covers being pulled up to your shoulders.

You sigh contentedly, and you feel something, rather someone, gently brush your hair out of your face and kiss your nose.

"Farewell, dearest. I love you so much." Loki says quietly, then your dream is filled with darkness.

You wake up in the morning, covers now over your shoulders. You remember the dream you had, and it makes you smile. The peace in that dream was so real, if only it was reality and not the subconscious wishes of your mind. 

You look at the ring on your left ring finger, it was a gift from Loki. The ring was a silver band with a single star in the middle.

Loki had given it to you the night before he left back to Asgard, his banishment over. He wanted to stay, but he knew he had to return to his home and make things right. That was your last date with him, the last time you got to see him without feeling rushed or being scared that someone would catch him with you. 

Odin had forbidden that Thor and Loki fall in love with mortals, mere humans. He knew about you, but he didn't know the extent of the relationship you and Loki shared. 

The only person from Asgard who knew about you two, was Frigga. When Loki had teleported you to Asgard when his father was away for a while in another galaxy, you had met her. She immediately loved you and was pleased that you had captured her son's heart, she feared it was impossible. Whenever Loki managed to sneak you into Asgard, Frigga looked out for the both of you, preventing Odin from finding out. 

The last time you had been on that planet, you were almost caught. It was the last time you had seen Loki, it was the memory that haunted you in your dreams, like last night.

You sigh and get up from your bed, it was your day off and you had promised to spend the day with your cousin, Natasha Romanoff, otherwise known as the Black Widow.

You quickly get dressed in some shorts and a casual shirt and slip your sandals on. Then you brush your hair back and put it in a messy bun, letting some strands fall and frame your face.

On your way out the door you grab a granola bar and a banana for your breakfast of champions. You lock your door behind you and head over to the staircase on the left hand side so you can descend the five flights.

Once you get outside you sprint over to your car, as you near it you smirk at the dent on your front fender. It wasn't terribly big, but it was still a dent, and guess who caused it? Yep, Loki did, it was partly your mistake, but it was still funny now that you thought of it.

You get into your car and start the engine, a few minutes later you are on your way to Stark Tower where you are supposed to pick Natasha up at.

As you drive along you let your mind wander and your thoughts travel to that day that you had trusted Loki to drive.

"Bridget,  I don't think this is the brightest idea you've ever had. What happens if I crash and cause damage?" Loki said, hesitantly.

You chuckled as you tossed the keys to Loki, "Come on, don't be a chicken. See? It's an empty parking lot, you won't hit any cars or anything, as long as you don't drive up on the curb." You smirked. You had driven out to the old airport parking lot, the airport had relocated, but it still was an empty driving lot and perfect for a drivers lesson.

Loki sighed, "You're not gonna give up, are you?"

"Nope, I'm a good teacher. Come on! It'll be fun!" With that you slid into the passenger side of your car.

Loki stood outside the door for a few seconds, then finally got in and paused.

"Put the key in the slot," you laughed as Loki held the key in his hand and remained frozen.

He did so and after your instructions he managed to turn the engine on.

"Good, now all you have to do is put the car into driving gear and off we go!" You said, excitedly. "Oh, but put your seatbelt on, just in case….."

Loki noted your voice trail off and he smirked, "Just in case I what, dearest?"

You smiled sweetly at him, "Just in case you crash, you don't want to fly through the windshield do you?"

At that picture Loki's eyes widened and you could see him pale. "Yes, you are quite right." He said as he buckled himself up.

"So the pedal in the middle is the brake, the gas is the small one on the right." You told him, "Now put your foot on the brake and then switch into the driving gear."

Loki did, very slowly, but he obeyed and you smiled.

"Swell, Loki, very swell. Now, gently ease your foot off the brake and push on the gas pedal just a tad bit."

"With what foot?" Loki asked, confused.

You looked at him weirdly, "With the right one, of course."

"But which one is the right one?!" Loki said flustered.

You giggled, "Loki, I meant with your right foot. Not right like in correct."

"Oh," Loki reddened and pressed on the gas pedal a bit too hard.

You let out a small scream and this time Loki laughed. "Scared, darling?"

You glared at him but couldn't help but smirk, "Don't get all cocky, now. You are doing quite well though."

Then you finally caught on after ten minutes, "Loki, are you using your holograms?"

Loki chuckled, "Is that a problem?"

"Loki Laufeyson! I'm trying to teach you how to drive! You should be grateful instead of giving me so much trouble!" You playfully said. "No more illusions."

"As you wish, dearest." Loki sighed and stopped using his magic.

The car was right where it had been when Loki started the engine.

"You little punk," You smirked. "How did you do the illusion of slamming on the gas?"

"It was easy, but I never tell my secrets," Loki winked and you blushed.

"Fine, but I want you to drive for reals this time."

"Now, Bridget, I don't think you should-"

You cut Loki off, "Do it!"

Loki sighed, "Anything for you." Then he put his foot on the gas and shot forward.

You let out a squeal and rolled down your window so the breeze fanned your face.

“You are certainly odd,” Loki commented as he drove along, surprisingly well.

You made a face at him then spotted something on the side of the road. “Loki, pull over!”

“Why?” 

“Do it!” You said and as soon as he stopped you jumped out and walked over to the rabbit.

“It’s going to run away,” Loki crossed his arms as he followed behind you.

“Can’t you control it with your powers?” You ask.

“Not my area.” Loki smirked, “Midgardians are certainly interesting.”

The rabbit glanced at you nervously then hopped away.

“You made me pull over for a rabbit?” Loki says unimpressed.

You heard a rumbling noise behind you and a crash, you turned around to see your car plowed into a tree. “Loki! You didn’t put the car in park?!”

Loki’s face grew red and he stuttered “I’m terribly sorry, I-”

"It's fine," You soothed him, "Come on, let's see how the car is."

You ran over and looked at the front fender. "Hmm, not bad, but that's still a dent for sure."

Loki comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, "I'm so sorry, dearest. You should have known better though."

You chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheek, "I did know better, but I chose to have faith in you. You didn't do that bad, but I think that the driving lesson is over for the day."

Loki sighed in relief and kissed you, "Thank you."

You wake up from your memories when you hear a car honk at you. 

"Sorry," you say to the car behind you as you go through the green light. 

As you pull up to the front entrance of Stark Tower and are waiting for Natasha, you mess with the music in your car.

You jump as you hear a knock on your window and you look up to see the smiling face of a familiar friend.

You get out of your car and say, “Phil Coulson! How have you been?”

“Reasonably well, Bridget. How about you?” A tall man wearing a gray suit and with short dark hair answers as he envelopes you in a hug.

“Could be better, but I’m not complaining. How is the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division treating you?” You ask and smile at how many times you had told Phil that the name needed to be shortened.

“It’s just S.H.I.E.L.D now,” Phil chuckles.

“Thank goodness,” You laugh.

Phil smirks, “I know you knew that by now, Bridget.”

"Been spying on me, have you?" You tease.

Phil straightens his tie, "Don't play with me now, I've read your files."

You blush even though you know he's joking, "And what did you find?"

"You're still single," Phil smiles.

Your mouth drops open and you blush even more.

Phil and you had known each other since you were both fifteen. And it was no secret he constantly flirted with you and had asked you to date him numerous times, but every time you had said no. You thought he would have found someone else by now, but you were apparently wrong.

"Phil, please, don't." You give him a small smile, "I've told you, we're just friends."

Phil smirks, "I haven't lost hope though, Bridget. I still think one day you could be mine." He winks.

"About time you showed up!" Natasha says as she walks over to you, cutting the conversation short much to your relief.

"Hey, Nat." You smile as you give your cousin a hug.

Surprisingly, Natasha hugs you back, she had a reputation for being tough, but she still was friendly when off duty. "Ready to go?" She asks and looks at Phil who had been smiling this whole time.

"Well, goodbye Bridget." Phil says, gives you one last hug and walks off.

"What was that about?" Natasha asks and raises an eyebrow.

You groan, "Don't ask."

Natasha chuckles and plays with the strings on her black hoodie that compliments her black jeans and black tennis shoes.

"You look a little dark," you joke at her outfit, the only thing that really gives it contrast is her short, bright red hair.

"I'm always dark," Nat shrugs and then says, "I'm dying for a coffee, how about you?"

"Sure," you smile and both of you get back into your car.

"You still work at the bakery?" Natasha asks as she looks out the window.

"Yep, it's a good job and I enjoy it." You answer. "What's it like being a spy?"

"Tiring but rewarding." She says, "It's fun to sneak around and uncover things that criminals thought would never be discovered."

"I get that," you nod and keep driving to the nearest coffee shop.

"Was he hitting on you?" Nat asks suddenly.

Your eyes remain on the road, but your cheeks flush red. "Natasha! I said don't ask!"

Nat chuckles, "I'll take that as a yes, then. Why don't you date him? Phil is nice, brave, he-"

"I know his good qualities, Nat," you cut her off. "I just, I don't like him that way."

"So you really don't like anyone?" Natasha presses.

You hesitate, "I didn't say that."

"Who is he?!" She asks way too eagerly.

You laugh, "Not telling."

"What's he like?" Natasha begs.

"Mysterious, charming, mischievous, but mainly just mysterious." You say.

Natasha frowns and crosses her arms when she gets the message you're not going to reveal anymore.

"What about you? Too busy to date?" You ask playfully.

Natasha smirks, "Nah, never too busy to flirt at least."

You shake your head, "That's mean just to lead people along like that."

Nat shrugs, "What if I'm not?"

"It better only be one guy," you answer and she doesn't say anything else on that subject.

After you two get your coffee you decide to walk around central park and enjoy the weather.

You roll your head back in laughter and when you look up your breath catches in your throat as a pair of green eyes capture yours.

"Bridget?" Natasha asks curiously.

You mumble something unintelligent to her and then walk to the person quickly, wondering if it was just a dream or wishful thinking.

"Loki?" You whisper and nearly burst into tears as you realize that he is really there in front of you.

The prince wraps you in a hug and holds you tight, "Hello, dearest."

"It's been too long," you sniffle but are filled with joy.

"I know, and I'm sorry for that, I really am, darling." Loki steps back as Natasha approaches.

"Who is this?" Nat asks suspiciously, eyebrow raised.

"This is Loki Laufeyson." You introduce him to her while he looks slightly uncomfortable.

"Like the norse god?" Natasha asks.

"Kinda," you manage to say with a straight face, if only she knew that he was the norse god.

Loki clears his throat nervously and you hold his hand to reassure him that everything is okay.

"Well, I'll give you two a minute to catch up." Natasha says, getting the hint that you want to be alone with Loki for a moment. She then walks on ahead down the path and doesn't look back.

"Where have you been?" You ask quietly and throw your arms back around Loki's neck.

"I've been away," Loki whispers. "I visited you last night, I wanted to keep you in the dark and let you think it was just a dream, but I couldn't."

You nod, "I heard you so clearly, I was half hoping it wasn't a dream. I'm so glad it was real!"

Loki sighs, "Dearest, I can only stay for a little while, minutes at the most."

"Why?" You ask, devastated.

"I wish I could tell you, Bridget." He hugs you tighter. "I'll explain it all later, just, no matter what happens, never forget that I love you."

You pull back slightly nerved by the desperation in his voice, “Loki, what’s wrong? What aren’t you telling me?”

Loki kisses your forehead and then creates a portal, “I’m so sorry, dearest, I’m so, so sorry.” He then disappears before you can say another word.

You stand there shocked and as the realization hits you that he left so soon, makes you start to sob.

Natasha comes running back to you as she sees you wipe your eyes, “What’s the matter, Bridget? Where’d he go?”

You shake your head and try to look brave, “He had to go, I’m okay.”

Natasha could tell you weren’t okay, but she let it slide. “He seems mysterious.” She finally says.

“He is,” you smile, “he’s the one I was telling you about.”

“Interesting,” she furrows her eyebrows. “How’d he leave so quickly?”

“I’ll explain it to you later,” you say sadly. “Want to go back to my apartment?”

Natasha looks at her phone and groans, “I wish I could, Bridget, but I should probably head back to the Tower.

“Ok,” you say, slightly looking forward to being alone in your thoughts. “Want me to drive you back?”

Nat shakes her head, “I’ll take a cab. Thanks for allowing me to hang out with you,” she smiles and gives you a quick hug.

“Let’s do it more often,” you grin and wave as she walks down the path.

You decide to stay in the park a bit longer and you find an isolated park bench and settle down. You look up at the lake and the breeze blows your hair around. You sigh and make a decision, you’d be brave and remember that Loki loved you. You wouldn’t fret so much about him and you would become resolved to wait patiently for your lover.

Hey lovelies ;) I started this story a few years ago, I hope some of you can appreciate it still, lol. Depending on how many reviews and likes I get, I might post more in this series. Thank you for giving me a chance!

[fuzzydreamin]

🎀 🎁 🧿🩵 🍐 for Nora & Al?

🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}

✪ Nora collects a lot of stuff, but it's not always for her exacly. She starts picking up a lot of junk and stuff because she knows Sturges can use it for the settlements, and begins collecting comics and stuff because Nate used to love them and she feels little closer to him by enjoying his old hobbies. From there she sort of develops a habit of picking up random stuff for people if she knows they could use or would like them.

✝ Alberta doesn't really collect anything, unless you count all the junk they fill any place they stay in long enough that they are sure they can use for something. They'll also pick up comic books that they find, but it's not really a dedicated collection or anything. They don't try to collect things.

🎁What is something they keep like: a souvenir, a keepsake, or a family heirloom; that means a lot to them? Why is it so important to them?

✪ Nora: Her and Nate's wedding rings. She'd like to have had his dogtags, but he wasn't wearing them the day of the bombs and they've disappeared along with all of their old photographs and holotapes. There's probably several things she picks up throughout the story, like the soldier Mac gives her, but I can't think of them all to list them.

✝ Alberta: Her fathers gold-plated cross. Their own BoS dogtags (technically they are meant to have them / be wearing them, but they do it more like a keepsake than as a soldier). Their Vault 101 Pip-boy 3000. Their Tunnel Snakes jacket. The comic Amata gave them as a kid.

🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as “black cats bring bad luck”, belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc.

✪ Nora: Before spending enough time in the wasteland to see some things, Nora isn't much for beliefs and superstitions. She might play along if it was important to someone else, but she'd be scoffing internally.

✝ Alberta: Al was never huge on belief, their belief in religion that James taught them as a kid was always pretty shaky, but they never wrote it off completely. They also generally approach things with a more scientific mind, so when they did see weird shit they wanted to find ways to explain it away. Now they know better. Sometimes weird shit is just weird shit and maybe you should stay away from it. Far away.

🪴Free Space for your own question~♡ oh. oh god... *runs around like a headless chicken* ... um... uh... How about what they would order at a Slocum's Joe?

✪ Nora: Boston Style Coffee usually, but I think she'd change up her drink order sometimes depending on mood, and either a Boston Cream or Apple Filled Donut.

✝ Alberta: Mutfruit Leaf Tea or a Hot Chocolate (Al doesn't really drink coffee -they get caffeine from nuka cola), and a Chocolate or Rainbow Glazed Donut. They'd be like that one person who orders off the kids menu if they can.

Al hasn't had donuts before either, so they're picking the 'safe' options, but I think they would probably go through each to try them -I think they would like the weirder flavours like Sizzling Strawberry and Power Pistachio.

🍐Say they wanted to look sexy for their partner, what sort of outfit would they wear?

✪ Nora: It depends on who she's sleeping with and what they're into. She generally goes for a nice set of lingerie underneath a good outfit, either just fashionable or something a little more practical that still shows off her best assets.

If her partner wanted her to dress up a little then she would. Like say if Preston wanted to roleplay some sort of "dashing knight come to rescue the princess from their tower" then she'd put on a lovely dress and be sure to play the thankful swooning lady. Swapping the roles? She's got a sword for just the occassion.

✝ Alberta: Nothin'. What? You look sexy to have sex, you don't do that with clothes on. At least, not much of them. Plus Al doesn't think they could pull off a sultry look anyway, it would be embarassing to try. Al might decide put a jacket on over their nudeness, either their own or having stolen their partners, there is still something to be said about fashion, but otherwise they nakey. Pre-sexy time/still in public? Probably just their regular clothes, maybe a little dressed down. Al doesn't really plan out fucking.

[shoshiwrites]

oc emoji asks: 🤥 LYING & 🍩 DONUT for Kay, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL for Clara, 🌌 MILKY WAY & ✏️ PENCIL for Jo? Please and thank you!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Kay strikes me as a good bluffer, which, how that's different from lying I'm not exactly sure (Jo, helpfully: "it isn't."). She comes in with her height and her perfect posture and the 'ol Received Pronunciation dialed up to 11 and just enough of a story and things just...don't seem to turn into the trouble they very easily could turn into. Being the top student in French throughout her school career also doesn't hurt, even though Kay considers it dubiously useful most of the time. It appears seamless, something she can just turn on and off with no visible tells, but Jo knows from thumbing their way around Normandy in the wake of the invasion that it doesn't come without a certain amount of fear, her hands shaking slightly afterwards. 

🍩 DONUT - favorite sweet treat? 

Anything summery and messy and trifle-y, with cake, cream, fruit, jam, the works. Also, anything with coconut. 

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - what's a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Clara wears her heart on her sleeve in a lot of ways, but I think the parts of her that are hurt by people's words and actions she tries to hide. She tells herself she's being too sensitive, or that they're just trying to help her (Vicky is raising an eyebrow). I also think she's not immediately keen to show people that she's comfortable doing things like changing a tire or the oil on a car, outside of her work at the filling station. She's afraid of that judgement, and unsure of how it meshes with the other more "girly" things she loves. 

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

The man the myth the worn paperback of The Women Who Wrote the War I stumbled upon at the New England Mobile Book Fair in high school. As far as my memory serves, I knew pretty immediately that I wanted Jo to be a correspondent, that she had German background, and that I wanted to pair her with Joe (this actually may have been the first thing). 

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Oh boy do I. The one that's been in my head the longest, and is probably more for the story overall is: "War happens to people, one by one. That is really all I have to say and it seems to me I have been saying it forever. Unless they are immediate victims, the majority of mankind behaves as if war was an act of God which could not be prevented; or they behave as if war elsewhere was none of their business. It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination." - Martha Gellhorn For Jo: "The long silences need to be loved, perhaps / more than the words / which arrive / to describe them / in time." FRANZ WRIGHT, from “East Boston, 1996,” in God’s Silence “two thoughts, equally as terrifying: WHAT IF I SEE YOU AGAIN? WHAT IF I DON’T?” — Untitled, Margaret Schnabel "Where is the evidence I will learn / to be good at loving?" Summer Solstice, Stacie Cassarino "Your eyes still smoky from dreaming / the ruthless iron press / of love and failure making / a speechless church out of your dark / and invisible face." DENIS JOHNSON, from “The Flames” The Incognito Lounge: And Other Poems "A body wishes to be held, & held, & what / Can you do about that?" From "In the City of Light" by Larry Levis

[OC Emoji Asks!]

[soupbabe]

May I ask for a JJBA matchup please? no real preferred parts but I would prefer a non-main character if that’s possible? If that’s asking too much you can ignore that part um

I’m 33, aceflux/panromo and use any pronouns! I’m short and chubby, very short colorful frizzy hair with shaved sides, and heavy colorful makeup. I wear a lot of alt clothes and skirts with long striped socks.

I like cooking/baking and video games even though I’m terrible at them. But I like watching people play viddygame too because I live it vicariously through them and experience the story that way. I LOVE screaming about underappreciated characters on all of my social media because I am a dumbass. Basically a whole lot of caring about stuff no one else tends to care about. Someone has to! I don’t like main characters and protags for the most part, and it tends to frustrate me more than it should that the characters I like don’t get love and it makes me super aggro. Yes, that’s a big enough part of my personality that it’s worth noting.

I have a tendency to talk before I think about it, and when the chips are down I end up not saying the right things because I get either too passionate to think or I word things badly. I sure am stupid and loud about it. I mostly mean well but I have a real problem with getting worked up and aggressive. I tend to keep quiet a lot so that doesn’t happen, because once I get going it’s aggro town, so my intentions tend to get misunderstood while I’m trying not to hurt people.

One time I ate an 8 month old Boston cream donut and another time I ate a 3 year old McDonald’s hash brown because I am stupid and also I thought it would be funny. God help whoever you put me with.

Lil a/n: literally slamming the table I always want to match folks w minor antags but I'm always afraid ppl would forget who they are, so having the green light to match w a minor antag makes me so happy.

I match you with,,,

Gwess ♡

What drew me to match you up with Gwess is that I wanted you to have someone who would absolutely hype you up when you're raging. If it's a major part of your personality, she'd be there to admire your passion and even join you on your shit talking <3 Similarly, she's one to boo the protags in the story too.

Another thing about Gwess is that she's clingy and would love to do anything with you. Need help dying your hair? She'll do it. Want to bake with her? She'll dollop frosting on your nose, insisting that you look cuter this way. Video games? She likes the praise you give her when you watch her succeed. (Bonus points if she beat a stage you were stuck on <3)

[dgaftilwedie]

on a bus ride home from nyc so im just gonna answer all of these cuz im super duper bored!!!!!! :D answers are below the cut as per usual

📷 this silly ass picture of leon kennedy

🍫 uhmmmmmm honestly it depends on my mood ;^; right now i would say chocolate probably

✨ ohmugosh i have so many i love nicknames

🎵 shoulder boulders by s3rl

✏ YES I AM A LOUD AND PROUD FANFIC WRITER

😏 yeah but i literally only use jt to call my bff

💛 yeah :3 i have three lobe piercings (two in my left ear, one in my right) and my septum done n im getting my vertical labret done like super duper soon

🐰 their subway order IM BEING SO SERIOUS like from what you order for your main course to the drink to the cookies to the sides it is so fucking telling

🍪 one of those chunky m&ms cookies that used to have free samples at grocery stores

🐶 definitely a cat person for sure!!! i love dogs too tho :3

🎧 EARBUDS OHMIGOD i need the sounds so deep in my ears i need to hear my music in my brain i need to feel my front lobe vibrating

🌼 uhmmmmm i have no idea :3 i cannot remember

🙃 if doctors are doing a sugery and they have to move ur organs out of the way, they don't put them back in place because your body does that on it's own

🦉 i wanna say night owl because that's what i've always been and i hate waking up early but i also cannot stay awake at night to save my own life ;^; no one tells you how sleepy getting older makes you feel

🧸 my couch tbh it's so comfy cozy

🏳‍🌈 ya :3 im bi and i don't really use a label for my gender cuz it confuses me and i don't really care enough to put a label on it 👍👍 all i know is that i am not cis

🦋 silly goose

👖 JEANS JEANS JEANS i hate the way sweatpants look on me

🥤 i actually never go to starbucks but my go-to dunkin order is a large vanilla bean coolata with whipped cream n maybe hashbrowns or a bacon egg n cheese croissant or a boston cream donut if i feel like really spoiling myself

🧡 chartreuse. i am it's biggest hater.

💎 i have so many things that i treasure i can't even name one

☕ if sweet tea counts, then tea

🦖 dinosaue........... ankylosaurus specifically they're my favorite dinosaurs ever :3

🌙 uhmmmm well i made THIS account in november of last year but i've been on here since like late 2019?? early 2020??

🌴 i don't know :3

🐸 scene kid meets juggalo with a sprinkle of fucking?? idk the remains of a dead chick

🔮 i've always wanted to be an author and a singer :3

🎤 there are so many i am an infinite collection of music

🤎 my natural hair is like super dark brown but i dyed it black n red

💌 all the time

💄 yeah :3 makes me feel fun

ermmmmmm ok the rest of the questions are boring i give up 💤💤💤

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[rabbitcruiser]

National Cream-Filled Doughnut Day

“Let me tell you, I’m not sure if America runs on donuts, but I sure do! Nothin’ like a little simple sugar icing to get the blood pumping at 9:00 A.M.” ~ Chris Benz

They sit amongst the others, crowned kings among the more plebian cake doughnuts and simple glazed. Cream-filled Doughnuts are truly the treasure trove of doughnut kind, the one true doughnut, the hopes and dreams that all other doughnut-kind aspire to be. Cream-Filled Doughnut Day holds this truth to be self-evident,and celebrates these wonderful confections by encouraging everyone to consume them until they burst! (Just kidding, eat responsibly kids!)

History of Cream-Filled Doughnut Day Cream-Filled Doughtnut Day was established to raise these incredible doughnuts to the place they deserve, a day dedicated to their delicious construction and the dreamlike consistency of their fillings. While it may seem overly simplistic to refer to simply ‘Cream-Filled Doughnuts’ as being supreme, that just means that an education is in order. Cream is not just a white substance sweetened and flavored like vanilla, that is but the foundation of the mounts of glory these doughnuts can achieve.

In the mood for something citrus? Something with a bit of zing? There are lemon-creme filled doughnuts that contain potent little flecks of lemon zest, enough to brighten up the sweetness of the doughnut and render them positively up-lifting. Prefer the tart sweetness of raspberries? Raspberry creme exists as well, and those doughnuts filled with it are a delight for those who love this berry-laden fruit.

Cream-Filled Doughnut Day reminds you that there is ever so much more to a doughnut than a cakey-consistency anda  sugary glaze. Sometimes the best part of a doughnut is what’s inside, just like with people. Perhaps we should all aspire to find the cream-filled doughnut in the people around us. Who knows what secrets they hold!

How to Celebrate Cream-Filled Doughnut Day Just take a quick trip down to your local bakery or Dunkin’ Donuts, and ask them to trot out their favorite cream-filled doughnuts for you to peruse! Lemon-creme and chocolate-creme, strawberry-creme and raspberry, these are just the beginning of the nearly limitless variety of cream-filled doughnuts you can find. We suggest starting simply, however, and enjoying the Boston Creme Donut, easily one of the most delicious varieties of Cream-Filled Doughnut around. Ask your friends to bring their favorite creme doughnuts to work and have everyone share in the bounty!

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[suckitsurveys]

What do you do when you go to the beach?   I like to lay out in the sand and swim.

How many pillows are on your bed?   6.

What scent was the last lotion you put on?   It wasn’t scented.

What was the last thing you ordered at a restaurant?   A pina colada and some chips and guacamole.

What color are the shoes you’re currently wearing?   Black with white soles.

Do you like ice in your water?   I mean, it’s not a necessity.

Do you own a sharpie?   Several.

What upcoming movies are you excited to see?   Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Saturday Night, and Wicked.

Have you ever inhaled helium?   Yes.

Does it make you cringe when people pop their knuckles?   No.

How old were you when you learned Santa isn’t real?   I think I was around 8.

How many pairs of jeans do you own?   4. Do you like pickles?   I do.

Do you respect authority?   To an extent. Like, I don’t worship them, but I’m not going to be purposefully shitty to them if they’re just existing.

Do you know any card tricks?   Nope.

Do you have any friends with the same first name as you?   No.

Have you ever had hair extensions?   No.

What was the last paper you wrote about?   It’s been so long, I don’t remember.

What was the last book you read?   I haven’t finished a book in ages.

If you could have any accent, which would you choose?   I’m okay.

Do you like bubble wrap?   I do.

Do you like your driver’s license pic?   Nope.

Do you ever wear clothing of the opposite sex?   Clothing doesn’t have gender.

Do you kiss on the first date?   I don’t date, I’m married.

What magazines do you read?   I don’t really read magazines.

Have you ever been in a wedding?   Yes, a couple. Including my own.

Have you ever stolen anything?   Yeah.

Have you ever taken karate classes?   No.

Did you ever own a classic Nintendo?   Yes.

Do you like camping?   Yes.

How many states have you lived in?   Just one.

How many ringtones have you downloaded for your phone?   I have the ones that come with the phone and then I have the Horsin Around theme song from BoJack Horseman in 8 bit, like BoJack has in the show. That’s been my ringtone for like 6 years lol.

Have you ever given flowers to someone?   Yeah.

Do you have a passport?   Nope.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yes.

Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?   Nope.

Have you ever had plastic surgery?   No.

What’s your favorite kind of donut?   Jelly filled or Boston cream.

Do you like hearing white noise while you sleep?   Yes, I need it to fall asleep.

Were you ever sent to the principal’s office as a kid?   I think at least once.

Do you like going to the zoo?   I don’t mind going to research zoos because those are always very well maintained and the animals are cared for.

Do you remember when there was no blue M&M?   No. If you were a superhero, what would your superpower be?   I don’t know.

Have you ever milked a cow?   Yes.

What’s your favorite kind of milkshake?   I love vanilla milkshakes most of all, but there was this place that’s now closed near my dad’s where they’d combine any flavors and I used to get banana oreo milkshakes all the time and they were SO good and I haven’t found a place that will do that since.

Have you ever painted a house?   I’ve painted rooms in a house but not a whole house.

When was the last time you went trick-or-treating?   Last year with my niece.

Pancakes or waffles?   I like both, but prefer waffles.

Have you ever ridden in a limo?   Yes.

Have you ever used a slingshot? Yes.

[loiswolf]

Day 48 July 18 Thunder Bay - Red Rock 105kms

A few days ago when I was in Ignace I called five motels in Nipigon (the next town) and not one of them had a room for tonight. That’s why I’m in Red Rock, an 8km detour off the highway. It’s a pretty cute place though

With a view of the lake

And in a sweet little town with pretty houses.

So this morning I decided to take the cycle route out of Thunder Bay as the short stretch of highway I rode yesterday was banned to bicycles.

It was a nice quiet road but I didn’t get the view I was hoping for. It was all industrial areas, really bad motels and railway lines. I had covered 20kms before I had even a glimpse of the lake.

As you can see on the map

there was an extra detour before joining back onto the highway. I decided to take it because there was a cake place along the road. Big mistake! The cake place was there but it was just a house with a sign on the garage. There was nobody there and definitely no cake. I sat in one of their chairs and ate a Boston Cream donut I’d bought in a six pack yesterday. Eventually I got sick of listening to the dogs barking and moved on.

There had been a long downhill run down to the cake place so I knew I was going to be in for an extra hill. There still wasn’t even a good view of the lake because there were houses down driveways blocking the view from the road.

I wasn’t wrong about the hill going back up the highway but I didn’t count on it being dirt as well. That’s the last time I take a google maps cycle detour!

Just a few km up the highway was a service station where I could finally get a coffee. This place was called Flying J’s Travel Centre. How was I supposed to know it was just your average service station?

I had my coffee sitting out on the edge of the flower bed. As usual someone lit up a cigarette nearby. I’m so sick of this! I made no secret of moving down the ledge and facing the other way. There seems to be a lot of cigarette smokers here.

For the next 30kms it was non stop roadwork

It wasn’t terribly hard cycling but not very scenic.

At 75kms there was a roadside convenience store. A nice young lady serving suggested a breakfast muffin when I realised the ice-cream I’d chosen cost about the same.

The muffin was pretty good for a change and I enjoyed sitting out in the sun for longer than I meant to.

30kms to go including a long hold up for road work. I hadn’t expected a tail wind today because I was heading north so it was a pleasant change when I turned off for Red Rock. Unfortunately it started raining for the final 5kms which kind of ruined the fun.

It took a long time to check in as Don is very old and technically challenged.

I actually wasn’t able to pay because he doesn’t know how the use the little machine you put your card in. I have to wait until later this evening when someone else will be here.

I thought Don must be really old but he’s only 76. I think he bears more than a passing resemblance to Monty Burns from the Simpsons.

He must have lost his sense of smell because instead of smelling like a lovely old, slightly musty motel ( which it is) it smells like curry, just like all the other places. I’m pretty sure its because the cook is Indian.😔

This is downstairs along with a huge games room.

[frozendeity17]

Aaallll fifty of them, in order, punk! :p

Alright, here we go:

Lumity and Percabeth. Yes, I know TOH just ended and TLT won't be coming out for a hot sec, no I do not care.

Never had one specific color, though I've definitely always preferred cooler colors. Used to love greens, but now indigoes, violets, and dark blues are more my style. Still love a good forest green though.

All of the quotes on that one doc abt unlikely posts. Also, "I think it's silly to be ashamed of your art because it's not in a museum and of your voice because it's not selling out stadiums. There will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do." -Tumblr user venuskissed

Private. I'm not one to share my birthday.

Also private. Not today, fae fuck.

See #4.

Honestly, I don't know. I think I give them in all of their forms, but as for receiving, I think affirmation is what does it for me. Might be physical contact though, I do love hugs.

Probably a drama, I did like How to Get Away With Murder, even if I only got through the first season and a bit. Designated Survivor was awesome too.

Spain, for one. I don't know what it is about the place, but it has a charm about it for me. Maybe it's the weather. Aside from that, Greece and Italy would be awesome. I'm a little bit of a mythology nerd, so seeing all of the temples and wonders built for these ancient gods sounds like an awesome experience. If I could choose more, Norway and Iceland are both incredibly beautiful places, and I do kind of prefer the cold. Also, I've always wanted to see the aurora borealis in person.

Ooph, this one is difficult. There are a lot of great scents out there. Vanilla's a long-standing favorite, I remember once bringing a bottle of it to school once to show to my friends. Cinnamon rolls smell delicious, as does that smell from the candles we always used to buy. It might've been sandalwood, but I've never been quite sure. Also, there's this one perfume my mom's worn for as long as I can remember - it's a little too sharp to be entirely pleasant, but it's flowery, and nostalgic for me.

"City of Angels" by Em Beihold. She also wrote the trending songs "Numb Little Bug" - the "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life" one - and dueted "Until I Found You" with Stephen Sanchez. I think her songs "Too Precious" and "12345" are also really good.

Stalker. But seriously, probably one of the places listed in #9, or back home, as I have some stuff to do there.

Vanilla. Most pure chocolate ice creams have a bad aftertaste.

Donuts. I don't know what it is about cake, but I've never seemed to like it all that much, even the good ones. It is, honestly, my least favorite dessert that I'll actually eat - I even like eclairs, which are literally just pastry around messy whipped cream that gets everywhere, more than cake. I particularly hate it with that weird gel writing on it. Just...urgh. Donuts are chill tho, and I'll never turn down a solid frosted with sprinkles or Boston Creme.

Black. It's reliable, doesn't stain easily, works well in formal outfits, doesn't show sweat stains, and works on most complexions. Also, I never really wear much color regardless. I would miss that one blue dress shirt I really like - it's comfy as hell.

Haven't read one in ages, despite my massive TBR, but off the top of my head, probably "With great power comes great need to take a nap," by Nico di Angelo from PJO, if only because of how ridiculous yet true it is.

If I can't handle myself In a fight, I'm not subjecting any of y'all to that.

Ice cream. It's more reliable and easily accessible for me, and frankly, cotton candy is too dry as a dessert.

A famous engineer, hopefully. Being an author would be cool, too.

I do not have pet peeves, I am a pet peeve.

Basic Bitch. I suck at fashion and aesthetics and currently have neither the desire nor the capability to improve. My wardrobe is composed entirely of thin shorts, tracksuit pants, and t-shirts, with a singular formal suit. Might try to start painting my nails soon, see how that goes.

As prideful as it may sound, my intelligence. I don't have much street sense, to say the least, but I have a good factual memory, am good at logic puzzles, and am a quick reader, and I'm rather proud of that.

Saturday. Nothing to occupy that day, nor the day after. It's excellent. My favorite weekday? Probably Thursday. Dunno why, it just vibes the best.

I am SUCH a bad night owl. I don't even know why, I always regret it in the mornings too. I guess it's just kinda freeing, not having the expectations.

Neither, hot chocolate reigns supreme.

This is the first half, the second half to come, as Tumblr apparently has a character limit.

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By the time they were done, Lucifer had filled Adam like a Boston cream donut, his legs were shaking and he was so blissed out Adam thought he saw heaven.

Adam: I love you and your dick.

Lucifer: We love you too.

Adam: Ha! Good good.

Adam placed his hands on his belly, they haven't been using condoms and Lucifer hadn't pulled out. There could be a chance that Adam was pregnant.

He'll take a test if his period doesn't come.

Adam always thought he would freak out if he ever got pregnant, but the idea of having Lucifer's babies? It actually excited him.

Lucifer: What are you thinking about love?

Adam smiled, his eyes only held love there.

Adam: The future with you. I didn't think I'd ever find love, but I'm glad I found it in you.

Lucifer smiled: Same here. Oh, I have something for you that will keep you entertained while I'm away.

Adam: Oh?~

Lucifer pulled out a vibrator that goes inside and he had a remote.

Adam: You kinky man~

He spread his legs so Lucifer could put it inside of him, Adam moaned. It was touching right on his G-spot. Not to mention it kept Lucifer's cum inside him.

Lucifer: We should go out sometime with that inside you, to how long you last ~

Adam: You're on.~

Though this time Lucifer turned it on full blast until Adam came many times on it alone, he even moved it in and out. On the last one was when Lucifer removed it and placed it on Adams clit.

Adam: FUCK!!~

Adam laid there boneless and blissful. Lucifer put the toy away and kissed him.

That's when his phone rang.

Lucifer: This better be good.

Michael: The moth is in the light trap.

They got Valentino.

Prostitute Adam x Mafia Leader Lucifer. FtM! Adam. @beef-brisket

Adam had a love hate relationship with shaving his legs, on one hand they were nice and smooth kind of like a dolphin but he liked the look of his legs having hair on them. His clients didn't care either way which was nice.

Tonight was a shave night, legs and crotch. He guessed it made his work easier and sometimes they tipped more.

Adam pulled on his thigh high boots, lace panties and skirt for easy access, even with top surgery he still had a bit of cleavage from his weight gain, his stomach soft. He wore a crop top that showed off his belly button ring and a leather jacket so he wouldn't be cold.

He fluffed his hair before walking out to stand on his corner with Angel, he really wished that bitch hadn't of gotten a pimp. They are nothing but abusive pieces of shit that take your money.

Adam walked to his spot and whistled to Angel: Hey bitch!

Angel: About fucking time slut bag, I was starting to think you weren't working tonight.

Adam: And miss out on all the money? Fat fucking chance.

Lucifer was driving, he needed to get away for a little while to clear his head. He needed to do something that has nothing to do with work.

That was until he got turned around and didn't seem to recognize where he was.

Lucifer: Fuck.

He pulled over and started looking at his GPS to see if he could see where the fuck he was. Then there was a knock on his passenger window. He jumped and rolled it down.

Lucifer: Yes?

Adam leaned down making sure to give a good view of his assets and gave the handsome blonde man a sweet smile. He could tell from the car alone the man had money so he could definitely pay.

Adam playfully bit his lip: You looking for a date tonight handsome?~

Lucifer looked at the man leaning down and holy Hell was he gorgeous, with soft brown hair, honey brown nearly golden eyes and that perfect smile tied it all together.

Hello hello beautiful.

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post the soda one then pls give us thaaaat

I got a couple requests for the soda bloat section of the feedee Louis au I wrote awhile ago so..here you go 😇

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Louis was slowing getting more and more used to the Kink, and what it meant.

He already had about twenty extra pounds on him, puffing out his middle and making it hard for him to button up his jeans, even though he could still manage after some jostling and moving around. He was mostly in sweatpants and pajamas anyways these days, and those fit just fine, even if the waists were maybe a bit more stretched than they used to be, he barely noticed most of the time. He did his work in his longue clothes and texted Harry and followed his instructions, and then once Harry finished work he came over and they would start their evening routine.

That day Harry had brought Louis four plump, generously frosted Boston crème donuts as a pre-dinner snack, and Louis had finished them off with a tall glass of milk as he watched Netflix in the living room. Dinner was a big plate of cheesy chicken fajitas, one of the few meals Harry allowed himself to eat as well, although he put two on his own plate versus the six on Louis’s.

Louis was content to just watch his show and relax after dinner, with Harry settling a hand on his stomach and rubbing and putting it gently. Louis hiccupped a bit and groaned, and Harry just smiled lazily, looking over at him and kissing his temple.

“Nice and full?” he asked, patting Louis’s stomach. Louis just nodded, shifting in his spot.

“Yeah, feels good,” he murmured, his face flushing.

“Good,” Harry smiled, “Let me know when you’re ready for dessert. I have something special planned tonight.”

Louis sat up a bit in interest, but his full, heavy belly protested his movements, so he slouched back again, content to let Harry fondle his middle as they watched the episode.

A little over an hour passed, and Harry had slouched over, putting his head on Louis’s shoulder as he watched the screen. He still had his hand on Louis’s midsection, and occasionally pressed a kiss on the other man’s shoulder or cheek, but other than that he was mostly quiet and had his eyes on the screen.

Louis shifted again in his seat, feeling the sides of his stomach. He was still comfortable, and he’d lost some of that uncomfortable tightness. He could probably wait a little longer to eat anything else, but he was still intrigued by the new idea Harry had planned.

“Babe?” Louis said, and Harry lifted his head and smiled.

“Yes, pet?”

“I, um, could have some dessert, maybe,” Louis said.

Harry’s smile grew, his eyes sparking, and he kissed Louis’s cheek firmly.

“Good, good,” he smiled, “Give me just one second.”

He stood up and went to the kitchen, leaving Louis to just sit on the couch and shift around, waiting for Harry to return. He tried to think of what could be so special; Harry had made him all sorts of cake and biscuits and ice cream; Louis honestly didn’t know what else he could offer.

So his confusion grew when Harry returned with nothing but a two liter bottle of Cherry Coke in his hand and a proud smile on his face.

He sat down on the sofa with Louis, his eyes bright.

“Lean back,” he said, “Put a pillow behind your back, so you’re sitting up, but a bit reclined…there you go.”

Louis followed his instructions, leaning back with a throw pillow shoved behind him. Harry moved closer, pressing right against Louis.

“Life up your legs,” he requested, and Louis did, settling his slightly heavier legs into Harry’s lap. Harry looked at Louis closely, and held up the bottle.

“Ready for your dessert?” he asked, and Louis lifted a brow.

“Coke?” he asked, “That’s my dessert?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d scoff at two whole liters, love,” Harry said.

And fuck. He said it so causally, like it was no big deal what he had just said, because that’s how he said everything.

Louis’s eyes widened, and he looked at the bottle.

“All of it?” he asked, and Harry nodded.

“Easier than you think,” he shrugged, “It’s a lot of fun, I promise. Well, it’s fun for me. I’ve heard it’s also fun to funnel one of these down all at once, but, I wouldn’t know.”

He patted the side of the bottle and the soda sloshed inside, making Louis flush. It…it was a lot of fucking soda.

“You can tap out anytime,” Harry reminded him, “Just something fun I wanted us to try.”

“I,” Louis got out, “Um, okay.”

“Ready, then?” Harry checked, and Louis nodded.

“Ready.”

Harry smiled and then lifted a hand, cracking open the cap on the coke. It fizzed pleasantly, and Harry shifted his position and put a hand on Louis’s hip.

“I’ll help guide you, but keep your mouth tight on here. Tap me when you need air.”

Louis nodded, his heart rate picking up as Harry held him and gently, guided the top of the soda bottle to his mouth and tipped.

The soda hit his tongue, fizzy and sweet and delicious, and Louis closed his eyes and drank. The sugar made his teeth ring, but significantly less after several weeks of drinking soda like it was water with his meals, at Harry’s suggestion. It was pure sweet, and he gulped it down, hearing Harry encourage him as he did so.

“That’s it, come on, nice and easy,” Harry coaxed.

Louis kept a tight grip on the bottle with his lips, and drank for a long while. Mostly he just tasted the soda in his mouth, felt it run down his throat. But quickly, he felt it shoot through his stomach, and then he felt it start to settle in his belly. It felt good, not too much, so he kept going, and Harry kept encouraging, kept telling him how well he was doing. Louis tapped his thigh to take a long breath, but then he eagerly asked for the soda again. It made Harry laugh.

“Someone’s eager tonight,” he teased, and Louis blushed.

“Tastes good,” he offered.

“Not too full yet?”

“No,” Louis shook his head, “Not at all.”

“Good,” Harry smiled and looked at the bottle, “Well, you’re about a third of the way through, let’s see how you hold up.”

The bottle was pressed back to Louis’s mouth, and he drank again. The soda was still sweet, still lovely and cold…

But he felt it hitting his belly much faster. He could feel the liquid filling him up, pressing against his stomach. He felt his already bloated midsection press harder on the waistband of his sweatpants, and he moved his hands down instinctively, tugging on them. He felt Harry’s big hand take over a moment later, and Louis whined in appreciation as Harry pulled his waistband down, under the generous curve of his stomach. Louis kept drinking, and with every sip, he felt his body take it. It felt almost instinct, with how fast he was gulping it down now.

“Doing good,” Harry told him, and Louis nodded, still gulping.

“Just about half way,” Harry said a moment later, and Louis felt himself flush with pride. He was doing it. He was moving up to Harry’s challenge and he was succeeding.

He drank, and felt his stomach bloat. It was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, and he shifted his hips as he sucked on the bottle. Harry was tipping the bottle more now, getting the last half of it down Louis’s throat. He tapped Harry again, taking around deep breath, and Harry shook his head with a grin,

“You’re so hot right now, you have no idea,” he said.

And sure, maybe it was a little weird that Louis, a grown man, was having far too much Coke shoved down his throat by another grown man, who was getting very turned on by this whole thing, but he didn’t eve care. Harry thought he was hot, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He kept going. As the bottle drained, he had to take more breaks, and he felt hiccups forcing their way up, heavy and thick in his throat. His stomach was tight and starting to hurt again, the full weight of the soda seeming to dwarf everything else Louis had shoved in his body that day. His head felt woozy from all the sugar, and still, Louis suckled on the head of the bottle and swallowed obediently as Harry cheered him on.

Finally, Harry tipped back the drained bottle entirely, and Louis took his last swallow.

Harry pulled the bottle away and slammed the empty thing down on the coffee table triumphantly, and just looked at Louis with a bright smile.

“God, look at you,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep purr.

Louis tried to sit up and look at himself, but he immediately felt the full weight of his belly and groaned. He burped weakly, his hand not even making it to his mouth in time to cover it. He looked down at himself, his eyes suddenly bleary. His stomach and rounded and rock hard, stretched and bloated so even the extra fat on his belly looked smooth. His belly had ridden up up his size-small shirt that was already increasingly tight, leaving a good size gap of skin uncovered between his shirt hem and the waistband of his sweatpants.

In an instant, Harry’s hands were on his stomach, and Louis whined as Harry massaged him. His fingers pressed hard into his belly, and Louis covered his mouth, hiccupping loudly as Harry pushed at the carbonation in his belly.

“Listen,” Harry said, his voice hushed, and he grabbed the sides of Louis’s belly and jiggled it. Louis strained his ears and stifled another burp and softly, he could hear a distinct sloshing coming from his belly, filled to the brim with undigested soda.

The sound made him feel hot all over, and Harry was still rubbing and prodding out his belly. Louis just whined and burped weakly, the carbonation pushing back up his throat. But Harry didn’t seem deterred at all, just still touching Louis’s full gut.

“So tight,” Harry breathed out, “You look so good, babe. So nice and round.”

Louis blushed, covering his face.

“I mean, seriously,” Harry gave the side of his stomach a few firm pats, making a crisp slapping noise and making his belly slosh again, “Fucking listen to that.”

“Listening,” Louis said vaguely. He felt exhausted, and perfectly happy to just lay here and let Harry rub his stomach and he digested.

“Shame this is going to go down,” Harry sighed, rubbing the full curve of Louis’s stomach, “But I’m sure soon enough your belly will be this round completely empty.”

Louis blinked at that, a smile creeping onto his lips in spite of it all.

He didn’t think that scared him anymore. The thought of a round, round belly that burst out of his small shirts and pushed down his waistband. It sounded good. And if Harry was going to be this happy, that sounded even better.

“Yeah,” Louis absentmindedly agreed, and closed his eyes and Harry entertained himself, his big paws rubbing all over Louis’s sloshing, distended stomach.