#our patio has a screen

[sillyandquiteawkward]

butter bean found someone tonight

[milo-is-rambling]

My mother really out here telling me “you just make all the plans for driving and I’ll work around that” and then a couple days later once I’ve made plans and talked to people about shit she’s like hey actually you should come up a day earlier so you can get your grandparents (who are practically falling apart mentally and physically and my grandfather pisses himself and if he pees in the car that I am both sleeping and driving in I will be upset!!!) in the middle of Maine and drive them to New Hampshire for me bc I will be too tired from getting a three hour flight to go drive them :’( AS IF IM NOT DRIVING SIX HOURS OR MORE EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK HELLO??? YOU CANT DRIVE FIVE HOURS AFTER SLEEPING THE WHOLE TIME ON A THREE HOUR FLIGHT LIKE I KNOW ITS CRAMPED AND MISERABLE BUT YOU’RE GOING TO GO FROM A PLANE TO A NICE RENTAL CAR VS ME SLEEPING IN THE FUCKING TRUNK FOR A WEEK LIKE GIRL WHAT YOU ALREADY TOLD ME TO PLAN EVERYTHING AND NOW YOU’RE MOVING SHIT AROUND AND SHES ALL LIKE “well your aunt is gonna be visiting on the 11th so I have to get a flight on the 12th and then graduation is on the 13th early in the morning so I just won’t have time to go get them” LIKE GIRL THIS IS THE SAME AUNT THAT IS COMING TO OUR HOUSE FOR ONE SINGULAR DAY AND THEN WE WILL SEE HER AGAIN IN NEW HAMPSHIRE WHILE WE ARE ON OUR TRIP LIKE YOU LITERALLY TOLD ME “oh don’t worry about missing her we’re gonna do the graduation party at her house when we’re up north” AND THEN YOU WONT SHIFT YOUR PLANS ONE DAY TO FIX ALL OF THE SCHEDULING CONFLICTS BUT YOU WANT ME TO TWEAK A WHOLE WEEK OF DRIVING PLANS BACK A DAY TO MAKE IT MORE CONVENIENT FOR YOU and also I simply don’t want to. Also the garbage truck just passed bc I slept in and I don’t think we got the garbage out and I know we definitely didn’t get the trash from my room or bathroom out of the house and so now moms gonna be pissed at me for that god fuck this is so infuriating I am not planning a trip while on my period ever again I want to bite my mothers head off for even suggesting an alternate plan what is wrong with me I am such a bitch what the fuck no wonder she fucking hates me okay I am going back to bed she can figure this shit out later when she’s not slamming doors and yelling about work

[pomeraniandancer]

The only thing I'd add to this is that I don't think cats are the largest invasive species in the world...that dubious prize goes to the humans.

I've been seeing a lot of Discourse around outdoor cats that talks past one of the biggest problems addressing community cats/outdoor working cats so I thought I'd chime in with my two cents.

Many arguments I see just... don't think about the cats at all? Or don't consider the logistics of actually addressing the feral cat problem in a humane way. It's always about how outdoor cats shouldn't be outdoors, which is neither realistic nor helpful.

I used to volunteer at an municipal animal shelter in the USA that had a TNR program (Trap, Neuter, Return) and also adopted out community cats to local farms and businesses. Here's my side of the story.

"Your cat doesn't need to be outside" -- Yes, correct. Your domesticated (non-feral) house cat does not need to go outside at all. They can have a fully actualized life safely indoors. When I see this argument, proponents of indoor only cats are correct in most or all their arguments regarding this.

"Outdoor cats are the largest invasive species in the world, and decimate bird populations." -- This is also correct, and part of the reason why you can help by bringing your house cat indoors. Cats are the largest invasive species. Spay and Neuter your cats, bring them inside, and socialize them so they don't become feral.

"TNR doesn't work." -- False. Whether we like it or not, feral cats exist. We have two methods by which we can address the feral cat population -- decimating them (humanely euthanizing the whole colony) or TNR. For a long time, euthanasia was the preferred way to address the feral cat problem. Afterall, if the cats aren't there, doesn't that save the local wildlife population?

Except that we found, studying these colonies, that when a colony is wiped out, the cats of another colony will spread into their territory and continue to have kittens and the population of feral cats is neither controlled nor diminished.

Hence, TNR. What we found performing TNR on cat colonies was that this controlled the population of the colonies, allowing them to stay in their territory, which kept other colonies from spreading (especially colonies we hadn't performed TNR on yet). We at the shelter felt this was the most humane way to control the feral cat population and safely deflate their existence without dealing with the population blooms that euthanasia caused.

"What about kittens?" -- Kittens from these colonies were brought into the shelter, socialized, and fostered out until they could be adopted. Some of these semi-feral kittens needed special homes to be adopted into, but this was the best quality of life for these cats.

"What about cats that get missed during TNR?" -- We would return to the colony several times over a period of several years to perform TNR on the same colony. We mark cats that have been neutered by clipping their ear (this is done humanely, but is the most reliable way to tell if a cat has been neutered so the poor thing doesn't have to have surgery 3-4 times in their life). Also, during the TNR process the cats would be vaccinated to ensure disease did not spread from the colony (i.e. rabies). Still, even getting 60% of the colony TNR'd would dramatically reduce the number of kittens being added to the colony each year. This controlled the population by allowing the territory to naturally deflate in size over time, buying us time to address the larger feral cat problem.

"What if the colony was in an unsafe location?" -- There were two ways we addressed unsafe colony locations -- remember, we know that when the colony is removed, a new colony will move into its place, so we tried not to move the colony unless we really felt the cats or the public was unsafe -- one was to move the whole colony to a new location. Preferably someplace like a warehouse where we have an agreement with the owners of the warehouse. Some of the cats were even relocated to shelter grounds as our community cats. If the colony was small enough we would bring them into our Feral Cats room and adopt them out as community cats.

"What is a community cat?" -- The way the program worked, was that anyone who needed a working cat could apply to the program. These were often rural farmers or businesses with warehouses that needed rodent protection. We trained the farmers and businesses on how to acclimatize the cats to their new home, and as part of the agreement, they had to care for the cats (veterinary care, vaccinations, food and water). This gave businesses and farms an alternative to expensive and environmentally unfriendly rodent control, and also gave these feral cats good places to live out their natural lives.

"Can't you just adopt out feral cats?" -- No. Cats that have not been socialized around humans as kittens, or who have several generations of feral cat in them could not interact with humans in a way that did not cause them undue stress. This was not a humane way to handle feral cats. However, when a cat was brought into the feral cat room, they would be monitored for up to a week. If the cat displayed signs of being semi-social or fully social (hanging out outside of their den, allowing staff to pet them, showing interest in staff in the room), then we would either move the cat into the adoption room or place them in foster to be socialized before adoption. Feral cats who displayed signs of being able to live full and healthy lives with human companions were NOT adopted out as community cats. We also observed this behavior during TNRs and would do the same for those cats too.

"But aren't cats bad hunters?" -- Compared to other species, cats are not the most effective form of rodent control. This is true. However, you have to understand that feral cats exist. There is no "undo" button we can push to stop them from existing. We have to deal with the problem we have right now, which is to safely and humanely decrease the number of feral cats in our communities. And yes, we do that by using cats as rodent control in the community.

"What can I do?" -- Stop saying community cats shouldn't exist. That's not helpful and doesn't solve the problem we have. Bring your cat indoors. Spay and neuter your cats. Adopt from shelters. Volunteer with a TNR team. Support TNR efforts in your community. Recognize that those of us actively dealing with the community/feral problem are trying to do what is in the best interest of our communities and the animals we love. We aren't sitting over here saying these cats should exist -- a feral cat will not have the same quality of life as one that is indoors with a family -- but we have to address the problem in practical terms. We don't have the moral high ground to just do nothing while pontificating solutions that have no basis in actuality.

And yes, it's okay to celebrate community cats. If your local farm has a couple of working cats, that means that farm is helping participate in the safe deflation of the feral cat population. Don't shame a farm or business for using community cats. We're all doing the best we can to solve the problem that we have.

[lovelytsunoda]

you, me, lonely | mercedes amg (platonic)

summary: life is kicking baby mercs ass, and nothing has been alright since the last time she watched a brat pack movie. her head is too loud, life is moving fast, and she just wishes she knew how to stop and take a breath

pairing: mercedes amg (platonic) team x female! reader (but this one is real heavy on her interactions with lewis!)

warnings: y'all should know these by now tbh, there will be some anxiety and there will be feels and my girl is on the verge of a breakdown, mentions of pregnancy (not on baby mercs part lmao), she is finally ready to admit that maybe she should think about going to therapy.

part of the family is the friends we meet along the way series

her mind froze as she stared at the text on her screen, phone lying next to the keyboard of her work computer. she'd read the message three times over, and it still wasn't quite clicking.

clement: i thought you'd want to hear it from us before it hit the gossip rags....olli's new girlfriend is pregnant.

that shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. olli wasn't hers. she'd made it clear that she didn't want him after he'd kissed her at that holiday party.

so why was there an achy feeling her gut?

why did her head feel so loud that it might explode?

"hello? earth to yn?" the soft voice called her out of her reverie, and she looked up from her desk to see a worried lewis standing in front of her desk. "are you alright, kiddo?"

"yeah." she said, not really meaning it as she brushed some hair out of her face.

crazy how he was her first (and only) kiss two years ago, and now he was having a baby with someone else. she'd already blocked his number, and there was no point in sending him well wishes considering just how burned that bridge was.

"you don't look fine." lewis pushed gently. "a problem shared is a problem halved."

she sighed, locking her computer and tucking away her phone. "join me for a walk? i need to take my mandatory fifteen."

she grabbed her sherpa jacket from the back of her desk chair, heading towards brackley's patio doors. the cool fall air slapped her in the face as she pushed them open, moving to stand at the corner of the deck, attempting to soak up the last of what little sun england gets.

"remember that guy i kissed at marcus armstrong's holiday party a few years back?"

lewis nodded. "i do recall."

"he's going to be a father in march." she sighed, watching her breath turn to mist in the air. "somebody wanted him, but nobody has wanted me since him."

she knew in her heart of hearts that she hadn't really tried. she hadn't even really wanted olli when she thought about it. she couldn't date a driver, especially knowing that she would almost always come second to his career.

"and now with you leaving and graduation drawing closer, i just feel like my fucking head is about to explode." she laughed grimly, a realization coming over her. "i'm mentally ill, lewis. i need help. and it has taken me five fucking years to get to the point where i've felt like i could ask for it."

lewis could hear her voice cracking, and he didn't have to turn and look at her to know that she was close to tears. he silently reached out to pull her into a hug, not wanting to push too far, but also wanting to offer the reassurane and comfort that he knew she needed.

"the first step is admitting you need help. we have some of the best therapists in our industry here, yn. and if none of them work, we'll find out which ones are covered by your healthcare plan."

she resisted the urge to sink deeper into his arms with a hearty sob, instead choosing to focus on the grounding smell of his cologne, the feel of his strong, tattooed arms around her.

"and just because i'm at ferrari doesn't mean im gone for good." lewis reminded, pulling away to make sure she looked him in the eyes. "you know that i'm one phone call away, whenever you need me, right?'

she nodded weakly, thinking about the long distance calling fees and the timezones, and all the other reasons why lewis' grand plan might not work.

"i wish you weren't leaving me." she mumbled, hoping that even if lewis heard her say that, that he wouldn;t feel guilty. she knew deep down that he wasn't leaving her, but leaving a team that he felt could no longer build him the car he needed.

"you can call me any time, hey. and mostly everyone else will still be here. you'll still see me on race weekends. besides, once you graduate, you'll be too focused and too busy to have time for us anyways."

that was true. she couldn;t work here forever. sooner or later, it would all end and she'd find herself working in a county courthouse or a small family firm.

maybe somewhere coastal, like devon or halifax. her next big adventure, far away from home.

if she could make it through therapy first. lewis made her promise to talk to toto, who would be able to arrange a meeting with one of the on-staff psychologists for her. she'd met a fewof them in and around the break room, and they seemed personable.

like the kind of people that wouldn't judge the firestorm going on inside her brain at all hours.

they both knew it wasn't going to be a permanent fix, and that there were bigger, different things coming to the mercedes amg headquarters in the next season, including a seventeen year old boy who's gross income was about four times what baby merc could veer hope to earn.

but she was really starting to find her footing here. all she could hope for now was that she managed to keep it until graduation.

she felt somewhat lighter after her talk. being social had never been her forte, and she only somewhat conversed with the ladies in the legal office. talking was hard, she found.

but as lewis walked her back to her desk, and she took a look at her stack of files again, she felt better, albeit slightly.

"hey, yn." elodie, the tall and funny goth girl who worked at the desk next to her stuck her head over the glass dividers. "a few of us were going to grab a drink later and maybe go catch a late movie. did you want to come with us? don't at all feel like you have to say yes if you don't want to. i think doriane is coming, as well as-"

"elodie." she said, smiling to herself. "i would love to tag along. thank you for inviting me."

elodie grinned. "no problem, girlie. we're all going to meet in the front lobby. susie recommended this incredible cider place, and we try to go at least once a year once fall hits."

with her heart feeling a little lighter, and her spirit a little warmer, she turned back to her computer, a small, dainty smile on her face.

maybe making new friends outside of her post secondary education wasn't going to be as hard as she thought.

after all, didn't it only take one conversation to gain the great lewis hamilton as her most trusted ally?

she was so fortunate to work somewhere where everybody cared so much about each other, and that was the thought that she pledged to hang onto during her loneliest of hours from now on.

[drurrito]

Are You The One? - One

A/N: I've been sitting on this idea for a minute. Some quick background on AYTO: it's a gameshow -- there's usually 9 or 10 couples that are matched based on compatibility. They have about 10 weeks to figure it out by playing games and going on dates. They pair off at "matching ceremonies" to see how many light beams they get to clue them in on who might be a perfect match. Anyway, here goes nothing--all mistakes are mine of course.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, Jerk!Vision lol

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No match!

Wanda stares at the screen, mouth agape and mind racing. Vis squeezes her hand.

"Wanda-"

"You're not my match," Wanda whispered, "you're not my match and we only have two matching ceremonies to figure everything out."

"That doesn't change what we have," he turns to her, taking both her hands into his.

"It changes everything," Wanda bites, "I wasted so much time with you," she runs a frustrated hand through her hair. Vis just stands there, arms stupidly hanging by his sides. Wanda thought she was winning this game by sticking with him. She ignored everyone's pleads for her to pick someone else the last few matching ceremonies. That one beam of light was her and Vis without a doubt.

Until now.

"My match is still here," she's quiet again. Vis looks like he's still processing. He's been extremely persuasive up until this point. Vis would just talk Wanda out of actually playing the game every time she mentioned talking with anyone else. To the rest of the house, he sounded like a broken record, but to Wanda--he sounded like her favorite song.

"So, that's it?" Vis mumbles, his face contorts into something like disbelief, he looks foolish.

"That's the point, Vis," Wanda doesn't spare a second glance at him as she leaves.

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The house buzzes with conversation. Wanda is sitting on the patio alone, twirling her glass in her hand.

"Hey," Shuri slowly approaches the seat across from Wanda. After the Truth Booth, everyone gave Wanda some kind of sympathy. A hug, some words, tight smiles and other gestures that did nothing to stop Wanda's stomach from churning something awful. The guilt has been making her shoulders sag heavily since coming back.

"We've been crunching the numbers," Shuri starts again, Wanda keeps her eyes on the dancing glass in her hand.

"We think your match could be y/n."

That gets a side glance and cocked eyebrow from Wanda, "she barely talks."

"Because she makes you do all the talking," Shuri shoots Wanda a knowing look who only rolls her eyes in response. You were good at getting Wanda to talk on your group dates. It only took a few questions to spark a conversation among the whole group, actually. Sometimes you just shared a comfortable silence, it threw Wanda off so bad. How can you connect with someone without a conversation?

"Look, y/n has won two dates in a row with you, that's two more dates than Vis ever won. Plus, you guys haven't sat together at a matching ceremony yet. If it's not you, then it has to be Carol--but we don't have any more time left to figure this out. If some of our guesses end up being correct this week, then we can figure out the rest of the matches from there."

"So you want me to sit with someone that I have no chemistry with?" Wanda asks, trying not to sound less than amused with the plan.

"Technically, you don't have chemistry with anyone," Shuri says without missing a beat, it makes Wanda flinch.

"But," Shuri drawls, "now that Vis isn't helicoptering over you, there are a few days to see if something sparks between you and y/n before the ceremony."

Wanda shifts in her seat with a heavy sigh that all but burns her nose. Outside the island, finding love is hardly ever a team effort. But in this game, teamwork is key. While getting a blackout would have costed money from the prize fund, it would have crossed off a lot of potential couples. That one beam belongs to someone, just not to Wanda and Vis.

"Have you talked to y/n about this?"

"Told her before your Truth Booth," Shuri flashes a nervous smile, "if it's any consolation, she was also hesitant at first."

Wanda can't help but look puzzled. She chews on her bottom lip for a few moments before nodding slowly.

"Alright, I'm in."

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Wanda walks back into the house with Shuri. Everyone is sitting around in the living room, half of the group is gossiping about Bruce and Natasha sneaking off into the boom boom room for one last time. Shuri gives Wanda a parting glance before sitting down next to Namor. Half the room has paired off into new couples, Wanda realizes. Vis is nursing a bottle between Tony and Steve, Wanda doesn't look at him as she makes her way over to you. You're busy nodding along to whatever Thor is talking about, while Carol is leaning against you as she talks to Maria. Your eyes are on Wanda as soon as she fills in the space between you and Thor.

"Hey," you give a warm smile that Wanda barely notices over the burn of the alcohol in her throat.

"Hey," she rasps back to you.

"I'm sorry about today," you look frustratingly genuine as Wanda searches your eyes for a few beats, looking for a reason to be mad at you. She gives up, turning back to her glass to down the rest in one gulp.

"Yeah, me too."

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As it turns out, you're also good at having conversations. It only took one "and what about you?" from Wanda to get you to actually participate. Vis was seething from his spot on the couch until Tony tugged him away to talk with another group. Maria had to do the same against Carol's protests when she realized you and Wanda were trying to hit it off. Your housemates continued to leave until it was just the both of you sitting on the couch. Wanda never noticed. She figured the two of you were alone this whole time with the way you looked at her.

Wanda is listening to you talk about your favorite movie when she fails to stifle a yawn.

"Shit, it's late," you watch the clock in the kitchen, realizing that you can hear it's ticking now. The rest of the house is dead silent. Wanda thumbs at the ring on her index finger. Shit, where is she supposed to sleep now? All the beds are likely taken.

Except for one.

"Hey," your voice is gentle, "I can sleep on the couch, you take the bed."

"I'm not going to ask you to do that-"

"You don't have to," you take a breath, "I just want to give you space, if you want it."

Wanda's brows furrow, space? She thinks back to the night when Vis made out with Hope and insisted on sleeping splayed on top of Wanda afterward. Space was never an option with Vis, that's why she's looking at you like you just grew a second head. You wordlessly grab Wanda's glass to wash, your way of giving her some time to think it over. You're drying off your hands when Wanda walks up to the bar.

"What side of the bed do you sleep on?"

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Wanda tries not to think about the fact that you like to sleep on the left side while she tries to fall asleep on the right, the side she prefers.

[lovesodakid]

sworn to secrecy 6

chris x fem!reader

1 2 3 4 5

summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: underage drinking/drunkness. should be all!!

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the ride back to the triplets house seems blurry and hazy as the alcohol continues to consume my senses. the dimly lit streetlights and florescent headlights being the only illumination of the dark night.

“hey, you okay?” nick asks from above me. im laying on my side, head on his lap in the backseat.

“mhm.” i grumble, attempting to sit up.

i rub my head with my right hand, as my left is holding my limp body up.

“hey kid,” chris begins as he turns around in the passenger seat. “maybe slow down on the drinks next time, yeah?”

i let a small laugh escape my lips as i sit up more in the seat. my back now against the back of it.

“are we almost there?” i question. referring to the triplets house, obviously.

“yeah. just ten more minutes.” matt answers, keeping his eyes trained on the empty road ahead of us.

i nod my head in response. memories from the night flooding my brain.

the sound of chris’s fist smacking against christian’s face before he falls to the ground. i wince at the memory.

a year ago, you couldn’t have paid me enough to even take a sip of alcohol. now? i just got completely wasted at my first party. i don’t know what switch has flipped in me lately, but something has definitely changed a lot.

“okay we’re here.” matt says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

i nod again, unbuckling my own as i open the car door. i plant my feet on the graveled surface of the driveway, i take about two steps before i’m already wobbling. struggling to keep my balance.

“hey-here.” chris says quietly as i feel a warmness coating the exposed part of my waist due to black, slightly cropped shirt covering the top half of my body.

“you got her?” i hear nick question chris as we make our way up the steps of the patio, towards the front door.

“yeah.” he replies, keeping a tight grasp on me to keep me held up and walking.

“here i’ll get the door.” i hear matt rush in front of us, the sound of a lock unlocking filling the silence.

once the door squeaks open, a finger making itself over my lips in a “shush” position. i turn around to face chris behind me, assuming it’s him since the warmth of his left hand has left my waist.

“shh. you gotta be quiet okay? mom and dad are asleep.” he speaks softly, removing his finger from my mouth to grab onto my left shoulder.

i nod my head up and down, matt holding the door open for us to walk in. nick walking behind us, just incase i fall backwards.

my feet slowly approach the threshold of the door, making my way through it. the smell of the house filling my nostrils. the smell i’ve grown fond of. the smell i’ve considered home. the smell i wish my own house smelled of. family dinners every night, family game nights, and grill outs during the summer. my house was nothing like that. instead, it was filled with lingering aroma of alcohol and cigarettes. the alcohol from my dad, cigarettes from my mom. a house filled with pain and suffering. a house where family dinners didn’t exist, just the occasional times where we’d sit together and eat on the couch in silence as a random show took over the tv screen. which only happened once, maybe twice a year at most if i was lucky.

i look down, watching every step i take, making sure i don’t trip over anything as im already struggling to keep myself up and walking.

we all slowly but surely make our way up the squeaky brown staircase. chris keeping a tight grip on me. matt walking in front of us, nick walking behind us.

“okay, i’m going to bed. goodnight guys.” matt says quietly as he makes his way to his bedroom. leaving small creaks throughout the floorboard in his path.

“hey y/n/n, you coming to my room?” nick questions, placing his hand on my shoulder.

i nod as chris slowly loosens his grip on me, allowing nick to take hold to walk me to his room.

“okay, i’m going to bed. let me know if you need anything.” he explains as he begins his way to his room.

“okay, c’mon.” nick slowly walks me to his bedroom. the door making a slight screech sound as it opens.

once we both enter his room, i make my way to his bed, flopping myself down on my back as i stare up at the white, blank ceiling.

“you want some clothes to change into to sleep in?” nick inquires as he starts making his way towards his closet, sliding open the mirrored door.

“mhm.” i hum. wanting to just be comfortable, and out of the clothes that are currently coating my limp self.

“okay, here.” he hands me a set of grey sweatpants, and a random white hoodie he must’ve had for years, small stains here and there. “i’m gonna go brush my teeth while you get dressed.”

he heads to the bathroom, shutting his door behind him. i sit myself up, cursing myself for drinking so much alcohol in the first place. especially for the years i told myself i would never drink.

once i’m finally able to stand up without face planting, i remove the clothes i was wearing to put on the clothes nick lended me. the cotton hoodie and sweatpants immediately comforting my body. the warmness soothing the places that were once freezing.

i throw my clothes somewhere onto nick’s floor before climbing into his bed, pulling the comforter all the way up to my chin. the mattress sinking in, molding the place where my body lays.

my eyes already being extremely heavy, flutter closed as the paralyzing slumber takes over my body.

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i blink my eyes multiple times to open them from their sleepy state. i sit up, the comforter of nicks bed slightly falling off the top half of my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

i place my feet on the cold flooring, as i stand up to make my way out of his bedroom. turning around to make sure he’s still asleep before turning the knob of his door. creating the small sound of metal rubbing against each other.

i make my way out of his room, only to be met with someone sitting at the island table, scrolling through their phone. sounds coming quietly from the speaker of it as he scrolls through various videos.

i walk around a little more to see the face of who it is. once i’m where i can see his face, he’s already spotted me.

“hey! how you feeling?” he interrogates quietly as he sits his phone face down on the table. ending with a small *thump* sound.

“um-i feel okay.” i answer, shrugging my shoulders. “what time is it?”

he picks his phone back up, reading the time back to me.

“5:03 A.M.” he reads, setting his phone back down.

“oh.” i say, walking towards the fridge to grab any kind of liquid after i noticed how painfully dry my throat had been.

silence fills the air as i open the refrigerator door, grabbing a plastic water bottle. i shut the door as i turn my back to it, facing chris once again.

i twist the plastic lid as it makes a small “pop” sound. taking a quick swig of the drink before placing it down on the marble design of the island.

“so, how was your first party experience?” he asks, staring right dead at me with a sly grin.

“um,” i begin. “it was okay. other than the fact i want to puke right now. and the fact you beat some dudes face in.” i laugh.

he shakes his head side to side before speaking. “well, the dude deserved it.” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

i nod my head in agreement, crossing my arms.

“why did you do it?” i question him.

his face slightly faltering before he begins speaking.

“i just had my reasons.”

i push my lips into a straight line, raising my eyebrows as i nod.

“you should be getting back to bed. you’re gonna have a nasty hang over. so you should probably get some sleep.” he explains, standing up from his stool.

“goodnight chris.” i tell him, making my way back into nicks room.

“goodnight y/n.” he speaks softly, eyes scanning over my face before walking away with a small rub on my shoulder.

i walk back into nicks room, shutting the door behind me. i stride towards his bed. once i sit down, i get into a position i think is comfortable enough to sleep in, allowing the sleep to take over my body once again.

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a/n: sorry this part took so long to get out !! i was dealing with some minor personal things. i also apologize if this is a little more on the boring side. and for the fact its short!!!!

[truthfulpoint]

Mom's Sexual Therapy

It was late May, and the heat kept rolling over us in waves and scorched the grass outside. Despite being thirty-eight, I enjoyed wearing tops and miniskirts, but as a psychologist and mainly having men as clients that would be impossible. I even felt like my black stockings and a knee-length skirt still brought a bit too much attention as I desperately tried to focus on their lives in order to help them.

And even though I tried to cover up as much as possible, I couldn’t hide my wide hips or big breasts straining against my clothing. I couldn’t remember the last time one of my clients’ eyes did not “accidentally” trail to my chest. It didn’t bother me, but it wouldn’t help them to get well.

I popped the buttons free on my cardigan and pulled it off me. I then saw the display on my phone flashing and noticed a text from Aisha: my colleague and best friend. On the rooftop!

I was dying to get out of this room. I went upstairs and reached our special place. She sat already under the patio umbrella with two cups of tea and some pastries on a round table.

I fanned my face and slumped down on the lounge chair. “It feels like I’m melting.”

Her loose ginger hair hung freely about her, and she pushed it behind her ears and pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head. “No wonder with the types of clothes you’re wearing.”

I pulled the white top over my head, and once it cleared my head, my breasts bounced free and almost knocked the cup of tea off the table. “Careful there with your well-endowed rack,” Aisha giggled, moving my cup of tea aside.

“My savior,” I said and kicked her with my feet. “I’m glad to see that you’re also appropriately dressed.”

“I’ll never leave a friend hanging.” She sat there in a pink bikini, and her face was peppered with cute freckles. I was glad she hadn’t gotten too tanned since her milk-white skin was the perfect match for her hair.

I took a sip of my tea, broke off a cookie and nibbled on it silently. I didn’t know if I wanted to bring up the topic that had bothered me for the entire month, or even a year. Aisha already knew parts of the story, but I hadn’t told her that he’d even slipped further down the slippery slope.

She searched my face, and as a friend, she knew me better than I thought. “Is it Ron?”

I met her blue, caring eyes. Despite being a bit naughtier than me adult-wise, she was equally as caring as a psychologist. Her petite frame was less intimidating, like a cute little ginger cake impossible to resist. “Yeah,” I said with a deep sigh as I washed the cookie down with a bit of tea.. “He isn’t doing well at all.”

“What’s the matter with him? I remember when his father used to be alive. Your son was so charming and social. He even dismissed me once because he needed to catch up with some friends.”

“Something has possessed him. I don’t think it was because of his father’s death since he was healthy for a long time after that.”

“Does he date?” Aisha asked with hints of interest. I knew she had a thing for younger men, and it wasn’t difficult with her rare looks to bring them to her bosom. She’d even rejected an old stinky millionaire to get a nineteen-year-old college stud … The same age as Ron.

“I wished,” I said. “He spends most of his time bunkered up in his bedroom. There’s very little to no social interactions.”

“I’ve read something very similar in the new psychologist magazine. Teens all over the world are becoming more and more isolated. Even in Japan, they don’t have an interest in girls anymore, just screens … and porn.”

My lips tugged into a smile when she mentioned it. “We also watch porn now and then.”

“Well … those teens in Japan masturbate up to eight times a day. Now you can’t compare that with our dirty nights now and then.”

“Do you think such an addiction can ruin him to the point he drops out of college and can’t even find a job anywhere?”

Aisha gasped. “He dropped out of college?”

“Last week,” I said, on the verge of crying.

“I thought his grades were good,” she said and looked completely bewildered. “What is he up to now then, I mean, his future plans?”

“He doesn’t have any and refuses to talk to me.” It devastated me and made my heart sink.

Aisha was quickly there and laid her hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him but I should be able to have a chat with him.”

“Well, it’s because he likes you,” I said, making dimples blossom on both her pinkening cheeks. “I so badly want to get to the bottom of it, but I just can’t. I mean, if I could try to get him an appointment with you, would you mind?”

“If I would mind?” she said. “Are you crazy? Of course, I will help him.”

“If I do manage to talk him into this, can you just promise one thing?”

“What’s that?” she asked, already excited about this as her nipples began stiffening against her bikini.

“Just please wear some appropriate clothes during the meeting.”

Her lips flattened to a line and she answered with an eye roll, “As you wish.”

We finished our cookies and tea and then put on our clothes again, heading back to work.

**Ron**

I wiped another load from my stomach, crumpled up the messy tissue paper and tossed it right into the bin, on top of the heap of other tissue papers. I let out a sigh as I glanced out the window. It was bright, almost to the point it dazzled me, but I felt no joy, and to be honest, I missed the darker and colder seasons because I would have an excuse to remain inside.

My eyes flicked back to my laptop and scanned the title of the video: Mom teaches her son. The semen was already dripping from her blonde face as he squeezed out the last drops of cum on top of her snubbed nose. It was one of my biggest, forbidden dreams—To have my own mother take care of me like that. I’d tried to suppress those dreams for so long, but resistance was futile. It was only a couple of months ago, I’d actually masturbated while fantasizing about her for the first time, and I’d never felt so good in my life. The forbidden high was addictive, but it wasn’t just the incest part that made it so thrilling, but my mom was gorgeous: a solid eleven on a ten scale, and she kept aging like fine wine.

But they were just forbidden dreams at the moment and unlikely to come true, especially after the blow to her heart last week when I told her I had dropped out. I could tell it broke her heart, but I had no choice. College was tormenting me to the point I considered killing myself.

My father died ten years ago when I was nine, and my mom had raised me as a single mom ever since. Even though it had been tough for her, she’d been committed to raising me well, and I knew she wanted to do anything to see me succeed. She was a young, dedicated mom after all, and ever since puberty, I’d looked at her a bit differently. I tried my hardest not to let my imagination run wild, but it was near impossible since she oozed sex appeal. Her busty boobs jiggled for every step she took. Her narrow waist and flaring hips looked perfect as if sculpted, and on top of that, she had the most gorgeous hair, cascading all over her in loose curls. But looks weren’t everything with that woman. She was the most caring person in the world and no doubt about that as she dedicated her full time to restoring and healing people’s mental health.

I had lost all focus on college as my friends and I grew apart. They started finding girlfriends and going to parties, slowly leaving me out in the cold. I’d gotten a few invitations at the beginning of my college year, but for some reason, I just ignored those parties, something I regretted now. It was hard to explain, but I just always felt different, as if I wasn’t good enough or lacked something. My mom had insisted that I had been social and charming before, but I believed she was just imagining things.

As time moved on and I became more isolated, I sought comfort in porn. The porn addiction became so bad I needed stronger stuff and led to more taboo flicks which was a double-edged sword. It felt thrilling but it also made me question if something was wrong with me. It was already evening and this was my sixth time. I was on course to jerk my skin off, but I knew it wouldn’t stop me from masturbating later.

My mom drove up the driveway, and I quickly closed the porn tabs and went to the bathroom to clean myself.

Opening the door, she called from downstairs, “Ron?”

“I’m here,” I shouted back at her.

“I have dinner for you. Let’s eat outside.”

“I’m coming,” I shouted back. After washing myself, I descended the stairs with something obvious weighing me down. I was depleted, drained and lacked the energy to accomplish anything.

I already picked up the scent as I headed out the veranda and knew she’d bought my favorite burgers—another one of her kind acts. A lovely deed that not any other parents would do to their sons after telling them that they’d dropped out.

She patted the cushion next to her, and her wide hips were almost big enough for two. “How are you?” she asked. She wore her golden blonde hair up in a ponytail, exposing her cute face. She was dressed in a body-hugging skirt and a top, which made her cleavage clearly visible. Just seeing her there in front of me made my cock bob, even if I tried to suppress my embarrassing dreams.

“I’m alright.”

“Have you sent out some resumes yet?” she asked.

I’d promised her to find a job when I dropped the bomb on her and said I was dropping out, but it was just something I’d said to relieve the pain I knew I inflicted upon her. I had no idea if there were any jobs out there for a guy like me. “I’m looking.”

“It’s alright, take your time,” she said and smiled briefly. “Let’s eat for now.”

We ate together and also talked about various topics. I had a feeling that she held onto a secret of some sort and prepared to reveal it. It made me eat slower, but the burger was so tasty it was near impossible to resist. Sure enough, when I stuffed the last bit of the bun in my mouth, she drew in a deep breath. “I just need to talk to you for a little,” she said. I could only look at those rare blue gems for less than a second before I had to lower my gaze. They were too valuable for me. She lowered her hand on my thigh, making me stiff as her soft fingers kept drawing circles on my skin. “Is it okay for you?”

“Sure,” I said.

“I know we have tried this before,” she said, not with a sigh but like she wanted the best for me. “I know something is bothering you and it’s weighing you down, and as a mother, I want the best for you.”

I couldn’t suppress the blush creeping up on my cheeks. “Sure,” I said and felt the urge to leave. If it hadn’t been for the fact her soft fingers were drawing intimate circles on my thigh, I would have gotten the hell out of there.

“If you don’t want me to help you with this. Then please, can you at least let my friend Aisha try?”

Aisha … that petite redhead kept running through my mind. She was another piece of delicious eye candy: a fiery ginger peppered with freckles. It was more than half a year ago I spoke to her last, right when I was about to slip down the porn slope but still somewhat functioned socially. “I don’t know,” I said and didn’t know how I was supposed to reveal my porn habit to her best friend. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“So it is something that bothers you?” she asked and looked relieved since I hadn’t even told her that before.

“Yes, it is,” I said and lowered my head in shame.

“Can’t you at least let her try?” she asked. “For my and your own sake. I can’t just watch your life pass by like this. Especially now during your heyday. You should be out having fun and not be buried in your bedroom.”

“Yeah … maybe you are right.” It didn’t feel so uncomfortable to talk to Aisha about this. The only thing that worried me was that I knew those two women were close as sisters.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

I looked at her and saw the optimism and hope in her eyes, making her look ten times younger. I didn’t want to see that glow disappear from her since I loved her too. “Okay, I’ll talk to her, but I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable when it will be a time you aren’t there.”

“I will be out on a lunch break when you’ll be there, don’t worry, hon.” She opened up her arms and embraced me, her breasts mashing against my chest, and I felt her forbidden breath against my neck, making me shiver with guilty pleasure.

The following day, I was on my way there, I entered my mom’s private psychology clinic. I rang the doorbell, and I heard the high heels clacking on the floor. Aisha opened, dressed in a mini skirt and black stockings. But it was her skin-tight V-knit cardigan that made my jaw drop, showing off her flat tummy and jiggling breasts. I had to close my jaw as I noticed her extended hand in front of me. I shook her hand, and she gave it the softest squeeze I’d felt in a long time. “I’m sorry,” I apologized when she noticed that I’d gawked at her.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I’ve been a teen too. Anyway, nice to see you again.”

“You too,” I said and hoped I didn’t sound too awkward.

“Come, let’s get some privacy.” She escorted me to her room, her hips swaying side to side on her way. It was sparkling clean, and even the corners of the hall were dust free and reflected the light from the ceiling. She welcomed me into a room with a comfortable chaise lounge. “Relax and make yourself feel at home.”

I sank onto the chaise lounge and tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, but gravity pulled them down to her breasts that sat firm and high on her chest. I had no idea if psychologists were usually this under-clothed, but I honestly didn’t mind. “So, I’m assuming something is bothering you,” she began gently, “otherwise you wouldn’t have come here, am I correct?”

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said and prepared myself to open up about my misery.

“Keep in mind, to take your time and be comfortable. It’s just you and me in this room, and we got nothing but time.”

I nodded and mulled over what and how I would tell her. “It’s everything. A year ago, my friends started slowly to drift away from me, to the point I was abandoned. Going to college started feeling painful, so I then dropped out. The worst thing about this is that I’m certain I’ve hurt my mother, and she is the last woman in this world that deserves any pain.”

“Let’s go back to a year ago,” she said and wanted to get to the bottom of this. “Why did they start to drift away from you?”

“They were going to parties, and I sort of withdrew.”

“Withdrew where?”

“To my bedroom mostly.”

“Was there a source of comfort you were seeking there?”

I sighed, and she was better than I imagined. “Yes, it’s an addiction that started three years ago but spiraled out of control last year and especially since winter.”

She buttoned two buttons free on her cardigan, exposing her cleavage. “I just want you to know that I’m an expert when it comes to addictions and have helped many before you. But you have to let me know what I’m dealing with.”

I blushed and then dragged my eyes from her delicious body and up to the ceiling. It was this part which was so difficult for me to admit, and revealing it made me lower my head in shame, “I’m severely addicted to porn.”

She nodded slowly as if it wasn’t a surprise for her. “Do you know what,” she said and leaned closer, so her breasts hung down. “There are a lot of porn addicts out there, but they don’t even know they are addicted to it. You have taken a great first step and I’m sure you will break free from this addiction by coming clean about it.”

It gave me some hope. “Do you think so?”

She leaned back. “I’m more than certain.”

It felt as if she lifted the weight off my shoulders. “But it’s just so embarrassing. If it was drugs, I wouldn’t have an issue telling my mom. I just don’t want her to believe I’m lazy or don’t like her. You’ve no idea how many times she’s tried talking to me.”

“Oh, I know your mom well enough,” Aisha said with a cryptic wink, revealing she knew her perhaps a bit better than I thought. “She’s a sweetheart. I can’t imagine living without her.”

“Do you think she understands?”

“Of course, she is a very understanding person. I’m certain she would never believe that you don’t want to speak with her, but of course, when she doesn’t know it becomes difficult for her to help you.”

I sighed. “But it’s more to my addiction than just porn though.”

“I’m listening,” she said and leaned back.

“Well … Lately I’ve been watching some taboo stuff,” I said and didn’t know whether I was revealing too much. “I just need something stronger and thrilling.”

“Okay,” she said professionally. “Go on when you feel comfortable.”

“It’s incest porn,” I said, coming clean about it, lowering my head in shame. “I’ve fantasized about my mom too.”

“Hey, lift your head up,” she said and placed her finger under my chin and gave it a lift. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed over.”

“To fantasize about having sex with my own mom?”

She shook her head. “It’s not … She’s very attractive after all, so I can’t judge you for it. And besides, we all have our fetishes.”

“But how am I supposed to come clean about my porn addiction to her?” I didn’t know if I’d told her too much and prayed psychologists kept the conversations with their clients to themselves. “That’s why I find it so hard to talk to her about it. She’s a part of my deepest, forbidden fantasy.”

“I see where you’re coming from and you’ve all the right reasons to act the way you’ve done the past months. It’s not an easy situation, but I just want you to know there are ways to break free from this addiction, and I have a feeling she will be a part of that equation.”

I blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

“She will be there to give you a helping hand in your journey to sobriety.”

**Mom**

I have to speak with you now, Aisha texted me right after her appointment with Ron. I had done as my son wished and had grabbed some lunch downtown. I was now trying to hurry back with my belly full. Her text intrigued me, and I prayed that she’d gotten to the bottom of his misery.

She was already on the rooftop, and right when she saw me, she waved at me like mad. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I said with a chuckle. I entered the building, ran up the stairs and opened the door leading to the roof. She had prepared a lounge chair for me, and I sat down and then noticed her eyes were round like saucers, and she kept shifting in her seat.

“Gosh, what’s happened to you?” I asked.

She pushed her ginger hair behind her ears and leaned toward me. “It was exactly what I suspected,” she said and lowered her voice to a whisper. “He admitted he has a porn addiction.”

“Why are you speaking like that?” I giggled and looked around. “No one is up here.”

She rolled her eyes. “Did you listen to me?”

“I did. He must have done well to hide it if that’s the case.”

“Well, there was another reason why he never wanted to share his habit with you.”

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“You are a part of his addiction,” she said and grabbed my hand.

I stabbed myself with my thumb. “Me? What do you mean?”

“He opened up that he’d started watching more and more taboo stuff,” she said and tried the hardest to suppress her impending grin.

“What taboo stuff?”

“Incest,” she dropped the bomb, her eyes widening with excitement. “Mom and son.”

I froze for a moment and then mulled it over. I’d caught him peeking here and there, but I’d never put the puzzle pieces together, or it was just me who refused to believe it. Although ever since his father died and my son had hit puberty, I couldn’t help but throw sideways glances at him too. “Are you sure?”

“It’s true,” she said.

“You sure it isn’t just the horny side of you I’m speaking with now?” I tried again.

She gave me a look. “Why do you refuse to believe it?”

I drummed my fingers on the table and thought for a moment. “I’m grateful you got that out of him, but we should look for ways to help him now.”

“Why are you trying to dodge this?”

“It’s just a bit overwhelming,” I explained. “First, you tell me that he admitted he’s severely addicted to porn, which I’m happy he admitted in the first place, but then you take this twist and say that I’m a part of his addiction.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said and took my arm again. “Let me explain. I’m saying you should give him a helping hand to recover.”

“I don’t like the way you emphasized hand in this context,” I said and gave her a look.

“I’m sure he will,” she said and waggled her eyebrows.

I gave her a light kick with my feet. “Let’s be serious here.”

“I am. I’m certain you can easily fix his addiction, quicker than what you believe.”

“How exactly? If he’s been addicted for years, he won’t just throw the laptop in the bin.”

“You have to reward him for every day he manages to go without porn and set up certain milestones like getting a job. It will be like a quest for him and he has no reason to fall back. And besides, I know you look at him too.”

“Aisha … he’s my son. Of course, I look at him.”

“I know you’ve been looking at him in a different way too since his father died,” she said and looked at me firmly.

I sighed and didn’t know whether I should fight this any longer. “What if someone finds out? I mean I can get in trouble for this.”

“How would anyone find out?” she asked and gave me a caring smile. “I’ve been your best friend for years, and you know Ron is certainly going to be quiet about this.”

It dawned on me that she perhaps was right. “It’s just that …”

“What is it, hon?” she asked. “I’m your psychologist now, so let it out.”

I chuckled and there was a reason why I loved that woman. “Okay, I will admit I do find him attractive, but I don’t want to be selfish.”

“You don’t have to,” she said. “Do this solely for him and also, view this as an opportunity to even get closer.”

**Ron**

I heard her park her car up the driveway and it made my heart beat quicker. “Ron?” she called for me by the stairs.

“I’m outside,” I shouted back at her. She hurried outside, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her tight pencil dress that hugged her curves. She was so attractive that I couldn’t help but gawk at her beauty.

“So you’re sitting here today,” she said with a smile.

Somehow it had gladdened her that I didn’t bury myself up in my room for an entire sunny day. “I just needed some fresh air.”

She sat down next to me, and I met her loving eyes for a brief moment and then looked away. “How did the appointment go?”

“Better than expected,” I admitted and searched her face in case she knew about it. “Uhm, did she tell you anything?”

“She did,” she said and couldn’t lie to me. “And I need to talk to you about something, but don’t worry.” She pressed her sweet lips right onto my right cheek. “You will get better and you will get through this.”

Right where her lips had touched, a blush spread like fire. I couldn’t remember the last time she kissed me like that. “You have nothing to be embarrassed over. Do you want to talk now or after dinner?”

The talk … It was that part that made me consider running up to my bedroom. “I … talk about what exactly?”

“Your addiction.”

I swallowed. “It’s difficult to talk about.”

“I’m also a psychologist, don’t forget that,” she reminded me.

“You are also my mom,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, and why can’t I be both for you?”

“I don’t know.”

She took both my hands and gave them a motherly squeeze. “I’ve had many clients struggling with severe addictions. It’s not like I don’t know what’s bothering you. And it will hurt me to know that I could’ve done more for you while I still had the chance.”

She was right, and I couldn’t stand another blow to her well-being, especially after what I did to her a week ago. “I’m open to this conversation,” I mumbled.

“Thank you,” she said and pressed her hand over her heart, squeezing them between her cleavage. “So, be honest with me … How many times a day do you watch porn?”

“Six times is a usual day for me, but it can be more,” I told her and lowered my head.

“And how many times have you masturbated today?” I sighed and struggled to answer her. She patted my shoulder, reminding me she was still here for me. “Don’t worry, take your time.”

“Three times.”

“If you won’t masturbate till you go to bed, I will give you a reward.”

I stiffened. The way she said reward … It didn’t sound like it was a cookie from the jar but more like honey from the honeypot. “What kind of reward?” I asked carefully.

She raked her fingers through my hair and then said in a low voice in case our neighbors were listening, “A handjob.”

My heart was about to jump out of my chest, as hot confused blood flushed in my cheeks and behind my eyes. “Did she tell you about the taboo stuff?”

She nodded slowly but surely. “She did.”

“Mom, I don’t know about this.”

She held onto my hands firmly, refusing to let go. “Ron, if this is what it will take to break the habit, then please, let me.”

“Both of us can get arrested.”

“I know but we will keep this a secret.”

I looked away for a brief moment as I was lost for words. “Watching something is one thing but doing it is another.”

“What does your heart tell you?”

“I find you attractive,” I said and lowered my head in shame. “You’re gorgeous, Mom.”

“Look me in the eyes, son,” she said and lifted my chin. “I’m a young mom and have had you since I was a teenager. I’ve overcome challenges too. I know it will be a new chapter in our lives, but things will remain the same between us. I promise it will.”

I just loved the way she held my hand, and it was a touch to die for. I started delving into my taboo fantasies where her soft hands stroked my length till I spurted my cum all over her fingers. Even if I tried to make it sound like I was embarrassed; I couldn’t resist the taboo temptation. I craved her flesh and had done so for a long time. “How far are you willing to go?” I asked. “I mean. I will admit it will be difficult today but I will try my hardest to not masturbate till I go to bed, but after tomorrow, then what?”

“I’m willing to go as far as it will take to see you back on your feet again.”

I nodded for myself and understood she was more than committed to this. “Okay.”

“Can you look me in the eyes?” I did as she wished and was dazzled by her pretty gems. “There. You look so much better already.”

“Thank you.”

“I will prepare some dinner for us, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll just go out for a walk in the meanwhile.”

The sky finally darkened, and I sat at my desk with a wooden ladle clenched between my teeth. I heard the stairs creak as my mom made her way upward. It was time. “Ron, are you there?” she asked and opened the bedroom door. Halting at the threshold, she gasped. “Is it that bad?”

I nodded as a tear of pain ran down my right cheek.

“Gosh, I’ll hurry, let me just brush my teeth and get my gown on.”

I prepared myself as well, taking off my shirt and pulling down my shorts. I was surprised my underwear was still in one piece and that my cock hadn’t burst right through it. I sat down in my bed and leaned back, trying to breathe deeply as my mom would give me a handjob.

Finally, I heard how she hurried up the stairs and stepped in, dressed in her purple nightgown. It was a size too tight for her as her round breasts strained against it, exactly how her breasts did with all her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra since I could see her nipples poking against her garment. “Didn’t mean to leave you hanging,” she said and gently closed the door, leaving us some privacy even if it wasn’t anyone else living under this roof.

“It’s alright for now,” I said and tried to hide my pain as I knew the relief would soon be here.

She had a hard time taking her eyes off the bulge. She descended onto her knees and curled her fingers around the waistband, preparing to reveal my cock. “Are you ready?”

I nodded and accepted her therapy. The time had anyway come to stop suppressing these fantasies. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

She pulled the waistband over my manhood, and it reared up and was an inch from slapping her in the face. My cock could finally breathe. “What a thick girth,” she said and looked genuinely surprised as her fingers crawled toward my erection.

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” I asked and tried to pour some humor into this taboo situation.

“No, I would never do that,” she said firmly and looked me in the eyes, but the eye contact didn’t last long as her eyes strayed back to my cock. “This is way beyond average.”

She curled her fingers around the upper shaft and then her left took the lower part. She gave my cock a downward stroke, revealing the purple crown. “Is this your first handjob?” she asked and smiled as if it were nothing strange that a mother held her son’s erection.

“Yeah,” I said and leaned back as the warmth from her hands radiated to my hard-on and traveled across every nerve and muscle of my body.

“Does it feel good when I hold you like this?” she asked with a grin and probably noticed my deepened breathing.

“It feels really good.”

“Give me a sec, and I will take care of you, son. I just don’t like to rush things.” She spat in both of her hands and lubricated my cock till it glistened. She then let one hand slide down the head and then the next and then the next. It was a long slow motion, pleasuring the sensitive head first and then cascading down, only to be back up with her other hand that glided down on my shaft.

“Hmm, that feels good,” I said and shivered in pleasure as her right hand stroked down my head and shaft. I’d never seen such a technique before, but it made me curl my toes already.

In the middle of it all, I caught a foreign scent in this room. I’d never picked up the smell before, but it was sweet, musky and came from between her legs and just got stronger during this act.

She spat in her hands again, and I looked at her while she held intimate eye contact throughout the act. As she applied another layer of her fresh lube, she started stroking my cock up and down in a twisting motion. “Oh, Mom, that feels good,” I said.

“Are you getting there?” she asked and smiled caringly while she continued to use her hands on my cock.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding as my temperature rose. I seized the coverlet and was about to tear it in two as she twisted quicker and deeper. “Almost there, Mom,” I said and curled my toes.

“It’s okay, son. I’m doing this for you,” she said and smiled even wider as her experienced hands kept gliding up and down my manhood that was covered in her spit. I tipped my head back as my orgasm climbed higher and higher till I reached the peak. I arched my back and inhaled sharply. Letting go of my breath, I fired hard into her hands, making the cum splash back onto herself and back to my waist. I caught my breath and stared at her wide-eyed as I’d partly covered my mom’s face and hands in my sticky seed.

“Jesus,” I said and raked my fingers through my hair.

“What a thick load,” she giggled and slowly milked me, not wanting to let go of my cock yet as if she wanted this moment to last longer, and to be fair, so did I.

I slumped back and could finally breathe, watching my cum drip from her fingers. She rose and got out some tissue papers. “Probably going to need more than one for this.” She wiped the pearlescent beads from her face and then cleaned my stomach. I was still out of breath, speechless that this had actually happened after all these years.

She pulled up my underwear and then leaned in for a kiss, this time slightly closer to my lips than the last. “I just want you to know that I am proud of you.”

“I’m grateful to have you as a mom,” I told her and looked her in the eyes.

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My comment made her smile as well. “How was it compared to doing it by yourself?”

“It felt way better,” I admitted.

“Then you’ll get through this. I got more rewards in store for you.”

“Are you sure things will remain the same with us?” I asked her.

“No,” she said. “It will even get better.”

I believed her. “And what about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, no porn or masturbation at all, and if you succeed, tomorrow evening, I will give you another handjob—naked, plus, I will let you cum on my body.”

My eyes popped wide open, and I drank in her curves and breasts. It was just her loose robe covering her goddess-like body that I’d lusted over for so long. I stared wide-eyed at her breasts which were the two forbidden fruits I’d only seen in my most forbidden dreams. “Do you mean it?”

She nodded and pulled her robe slightly apart, flashing the insides of her breasts, just where her areola was. It was less than an inch to her nipples. “They will wait for you tomorrow. I know you got this.”

Oh god, this was actually happening. She kissed my cheek again and wished me goodnight.

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[greenesmyfavcolor]

Somewhere That’s Green & Part of Your World Side by Side

Oh we’re just friends! I could never be Seymour’s girl. I’ve got a past. I don’t even deserve a sweet, considerate, suddenly successful guy like Seymour.

If only I could make him understand. I just don't see things the way he does. I don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.

I know Seymour's the greatest But I'm dating a semi-sadist So I've got a black eye And my arm's in a cast Still, that Seymour's a cutie Well, if not, he's got inner beauty And I dream of a place Where we could be together at last

Look at this stuff Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has everything? Look at this trove Treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around here you'd think Sure, she's got everything I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty I've got whozits and whatzits galore You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty! But who cares? No big deal I want more

A matchbox of our own A fence of real chain link, A grill out on the patio Disposal in the sink A washer and a dryer and an ironing machine In a tract house that we share Somewhere that's green

I wanna be where the people are I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin' Walking around on those, what do you call 'em? Oh, feet

He rakes and trims the grass He loves to mow and weed I cook like Betty Crocker And I look like Donna Reed There's plastic on the furniture To keep it neat and clean In the Pine-Sol scented air Somewhere that's green

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for jumping, dancing Strolling along down a, what's that word again? Street Up where they walk, up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free, wish I could be Part of that world

Between our frozen dinner And our bedtime, nine-fifteen We snuggle watchin' Lucy On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen

What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Bet'cha on land they understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women, sick of swimmin' Ready to stand

I'm his December Bride He's Father, he Knows Best Our kids play Howdy Doody As the sun sets in the west A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine

And ready to know what the people know Ask 'em my questions and get some answers What's a fire and why does it, what's the word Burn? When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above?

Far from Skid Row I dream we'll go Somewhere that's green

Out of the sea Wish I could be Part of that world

[frances-baby-houseman]

We went to look at the 1.2 million dollar immaculate untouched but well maintained mid-century ranch that our real estate agent showed us. It is the most insane house I've ever seen

it has a pink marble bathroom (above)

all the floors are terrazzo

the primary bathroom has a bathtub inside the shower enclosure with a little step to get out of it (I do not know how to describe this feature)

there is a drive-through garage (a thing I have never seen before IN MY LIFE)

the backyard is a japanese garden

adam was like where will the children play sports, the entire yard is a japanese garden and then we kept walking around the back and discovered a FULL HALF BASKETBALL COURT

there is a boiler (??)

it is on a slab so no basement

there is no actual family room and all the walls are stone

the walls that aren't stone are covered in fabric wall paper

I am not describing this well bc it is PERFECT

every room is full of built ins, you would not need a single dresser

the walls are covered in actual art work, if we don't buy the house I'm at least going to the estate sale (I know there will be one bc many things are tagged "don't sell")

there is an enormous pass through from the kitchen to the dining room

there is an explicable structure made of steel and mesh screens enclosing the patio

it has a circle driveway in addition to the drive through garage

again, a DRIVE THROUGH GARAGE

there is a tiny office all the way on the other side of the house

every room has a door

the bedroom half of the house can be fully closed off from the rest of the house

listen i'm obsessed with this place but we cannot spend 1..2 million dollars

[whenrainhitsmyskin]

Only Ones Who Know

He spots you almost immediately. Although the Fall Hero Gala is bustling and crowded with members of the Hero Commision, reporters and hero’s, your figure is nearly impossible to miss. 

You’re wearing a dress that’s quite the contrast to your hero costume, it's long and flowing and you’re wearing more makeup than usual. From across the room, he sees you smiling for a picture opportunity with one of your sidekicks. His heart strings pull, he has always thought your smile was pretty, especially when it was because of him.

One of the Hero Commission's hosts for the evening asks everyone to be seated over the microphone in order to go over this past season’s rankings and awards. He finds his assigned table and takes a seat.

“Bakugo! You're at table five too?” He hears your voice cut through, he glances and finds you slotting yourself in the seat right next to him. He gives you a grunt in response. He looks at all the other extras sitting down at your shared table, some small-time heroes both fresh and aged, you are the only one of importance.

“How’s the agency? I haven’t been over there in a while.” You ask. God he cannot do this. His palms are sweaty, and his heart rate has picked up. “Ei’s a big pain in my ass, but our ranking is good, things are good.” He keeps it short and simple as always.

He turns to look at you and it’s one of the biggest mistakes of his entire life. That stupid smile is back. It’s the same one you gave him on the first day of school when he ignored your introduction to him, the same smile he would see when your group of friends had movie nights in the dorms, the same smile you had when he kissed you the night before graduation only for that night to end in tears about how you would both be living in different cities and how whatever was happening between the two of you could never work.

“I’m glad to hear it. I miss Kirishima, it’s been a while since we last spoke, I also-” Your voice gets cut off by the microphone as the announcements begin. You turn and look towards the stage. Bakugo takes the opportunity to study you. He looks at your shiny hair, your beautifully sculpted face, the way the dress compliments you so well and then he gets to the hand that's resting on the white tablecloth. He sees the ring that he recognizes from your Instagram post, your smile wider in that picture than he had ever seen before.

His stomach drops and he swears he could throw up. Seeing it through a screen was one thing but seeing it here and now has reality crashing down on him. 

You can feel his gaze on you the entire time. His red eyes burn your skin in their wake. You are unsure what compels you to do so and spare a glance at him. He’s staring at your ring. Your chest feels tight, and you think you may be going into shock as he abruptly stands up and walks out of the ballroom.

He’s desperately hoping for the fresh air to cure this nagging feeling in his heart. He goes to the railing and looks over the city from twenty stories high. He hears the door to the patio open and close again.

You're next to him a few moments later, looking at the bustling streets below, taking the sadness and loneliness of this moment in. Your eyes start to get glassy, but you blink it away and look at the ring on your finger, so does he. He whispers your name as if he’s afraid to shatter the silence.

“I just-I fuck I don’t...” His voice dies in his throat, unable to get the words he has never said out.

“I know.” You say, a tear falls.

“I know.” He replies.

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[pookapermaculture]

Rebuilding after hurricane Milton

We lost our home in the storm!

Originally we built our nest in the lovely orchid flowers of a patio in January. However after the birth of a human baby our landlord repaired the screen of the patio (rude!) And relocated us to the outer shelf of potted plants near the roof where we lived and built our nest for more than 8 months.

Hurricane Milton knocked down our nest! }:○

Luckily all larva survived and our landlord has placed the nest into an overturned pot for us.

This is a joke post. Sharing my list so you can see the tools I will be using to relocate my wasp nest. Do not buy me things from my list XD

I am choosing a bird feeder because it has multiple openings, I can still see the nest, and predators/rain can't get inside.

Small co2 canisters are more affordable than large co2 tanks and store for longer. Plus I can reuse it to air my tires.

Co2 is harmless in small amounts and puts the wasps to sleep for a short period of time, allowing you to collect them and relocate them without risk of stings.

[calm-shy-social]

Scarlet Hollow OC Prequel Fic

The bright glow of Julia’s smartphone illuminated her face in the dark of her room as she mindlessly scrolled on her Instagram feed. Her hair wrapped up in a fuzzy pink towel as some loose blonde strands escaped underneath. She leaned against the wooden headboard and looked up to see her cat, Truck, snoozing soundly at the edge of the bed before returning to her phone. 

In the midst of casually tapping on the heart icon on her friend’s post, she was interrupted by a dark screen with an unknown number displayed on the front of it. Julia groaned and hastily hit the decline button. It must be one of those robocalls again. Not even a split second, the number appeared again, her phone buzzing nonstop in her hand. Her finger immediately tapped the red button once more. Hopefully this wasn’t her crazy ex, Eric, trying to contact her. A few minutes flew by, and the phone became alive with vibrations once more. Julia hesitated as her thumb hovered over the green button on her screen before pressing it. It was peculiar for someone to call three times without even leaving a voicemail.

Julia tapped the speaker button, and her voice had a hint of caution in it: “Hello?” 

“Is this Julia Scarlet?” The voice at the receiving end was sharp and blunt. A female’s voice and one Julia didn’t recognize before.

“Yes, this is Julia. May I ask who this is?” Julia responded in confusion but felt a bit of relief that it wasn’t Eric. She tried to rack her mind on who this woman might be.

“I’m Tabitha Scarlet, and I’m your cousin. Our mothers were sisters.” Tabitha bluntly stated to her.

Julia felt like the wind was knocked out of her at the revelation. She had a long-lost cousin? Her mother, Vivian, never mentioned anything about a cousin. She knew about her mother’s sister, Pearlanne, and how much Vivian had despised the rest of the family. Julia never imagined she’d ever meet any of them. "I...oh my god, I'm at a loss for words. I don't know what to say. My mother never mentioned you. How did you even get my number?” 

“There’s a thing called 'Google.' You weren't very hard to search for. Regardless, I’m calling you because my mother has recently passed away. I would like to invite you to the funeral next Sunday.” Tabitha’s tone was as cold as ice as she spoke those words.

Julia shifted underneath the covers as she tried to process everything. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry for your loss. My mother also passed away a year ago. If I had known... She trailed off and felt the guilt creep up inside of her. 

The receiving end was filled with a minute-long silence from Tabitha before she spoke, “I am sorry. I’d recommend that you don’t drive down here. There is a bus that goes to Scarlet Hollow from your area, and it would be much easier. You can stay with me for the week as well.”

“Uh, okay… Umm yeah, I think I can do that. I would love to get to meet you. Um…" Julia stammered as the words came out of her mouth. What did she just agree to?

“Great. I will pick you up from the bus station on Monday morning. I will see you next week.” With a click, the call ended abruptly as Julia sat there in disbelief. She had to be there in a couple of days? Julia placed her phone down on the bed and picked up her laptop that was resting on the dresser to search for bus tickets.

~~~~~

The next day, Julia sat across her best friend, Stacey, for lunch at their favorite Italian place in Boston. They were seated on the patio area of the restaurant, enjoying the warm sunshine the day brought them.

“Hold on, so this chick is your long-lost cousin that your mom never told you about?” Stacey held her fork up and pointed it at Julia as she finished chewing her food.

“Yeah… I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m glad the hospital allowed me to get on bereavement leave for it. I was worried that we’d be too short staffed and I’d have to work. But I don’t know, Stacey... I’m just nervous. I already went ahead and bought the bus ticket to Scarlet Hollow. I would have rather driven and made it a road trip.” Julia looked down at her pasta and twirled it around her silver fork.

“Yeah, that’s a bit weird that she recommended you take the bus. Have you looked her up?” Stacey questioned and immediately pulled out her smartphone from her purse.

“I tried, but I couldn’t find anything.” Julia grumbled as she continued to play with her food.

“Haha, I found her!” Stacey announced victoriously and turned her phone over to show her friend Tabitha’s public Facebook profile: “It says she lives in Scarlet Hollow, North Carolina.”

“Wait what? How!? I looked everywhere!” Julia snatched Stacey’s phone out of her hand and looked at the few public pictures Tabitha had of herself. Her expression seemed stone cold, and her scowl looked like it was permanently drawn on her face.

“You know, I’m better than most FBI agents,” Stacey smirked as she pushed her box braids past her shoulders. “I can kind of see the resemblance between the two of you. The blonde definitely runs in your genes. Except you do have better fashion sense. And I hate to say it, but your cousin kind of looks like the human version of Grumpy Cat." She tried to stifle a chuckle escaping her lips.

Julia rolled her eyes in amusement. “Girl... I hate that you’re right about that. I just feel so nervous about going. What if we don’t get along? There was so much tension between our mothers, and she sounded kind of cold on the phone. But she did just lose her mom, and I understand that all too well.” 

Stacey reached over and rested her hand on Julia’s, giving her a reassuring smile. “You know I’m here for you. Hey, I can come with you! You won’t be alone, and we can have a girls trip, in a way. I’ve been dying to see the Appalachian mountains anyway.”

“I wish, but I don’t want to impose on her. She’s offering her place for me to stay, and I doubt that area has any nearby hotels. Plus, I need you to take care of Truck for me.” Julia said it a bit solemnly. 

“Oh right… I totally will; I just worry about you being all alone. Have you told Dale about it?” Stacey asked as she took her phone back from Julia.

Dale was Julia’s stepfather from his marriage with Vivian. They had gotten married when Julia was about 16 years old. He was a great father figure, and she even got a younger stepbrother from it. However, they haven’t communicated as much after Vivian’s death. “I did… I called him right away. He seemed surprised too, but told me that it might be good for me to go. He thinks I’ll get closure. He offered to come with Trevor, but I told him that I would be okay. He’s also worried about my safety, considering how mom used to talk about her family so negatively.” She sighed as she continued twirling her pasta in circles.

“I think you should go for it. Dale’s right, it’d be good for closure for you and your mom. Even if there was bad blood there, maybe you and Tabitha can start something new. Plus, you might run into supernatural monsters like Mothman or something. You know how the tales go in those areas.” 

Julia gave a heavy sigh. “First of all, I doubt I’ll run into Mothman in the mountains. It’s one of many folklore legends. Fascinating to read but very, very unlikely. Though I’m not opposed to hunting cryptids if given the opportunity.” She picked up her fork from the bowl, carefully eyeing it.

“You never know! Or, just hear me out on this; maybe you’ll fall into a forbidden romance with some sexy monster man in the mountains that protects you.” Stacey teased her friend as she dabbed a napkin over her mouth.

“I’m sorry, what? You’ve been reading way too many monster romance novels.” Julia shook her head playfully as she finally took a bite of her food. 

“Uh, you were the one who recommended I read The Beast Beneath the Skin series! You’d be just like Lila going to a mysterious town and falling for Claude.” Stacey placed her chin on the palm of her hand as she fantasized, “Mmm, Claude...ugh, I’ll seriously be jealous if that does happen for real.”

“Stacey, I highly doubt I’ll meet any cute guys in that small town and one that’s a monster. Trust me, I would love for Claude to be real, but let’s be serious.” Julia continued to shake her head and immediately laughed afterwards, “But if I do so happen to, I’ll let you know all about it.”

“I am being serious! I’m going to manifest it for you. But yes, tell me all the gory details if you meet anybody there.” Stacey joined in the laughter. “But no actual seriousness; just please text me about how you’re doing and if I need to drive all the way down there to get you.”

“Don’t worry, I will. I’m sure it’ll be very uneventful. I’m glad to have you by my side though.” At that moment, Julia’s worries were washed away, but she hoped that her visit to Scarlet Hollow would be as normal and boring as possible.

Notes: I've always wanted to write a small prequel fic of my OC finding out about the funeral and having a conversation with her best friend about it. My OC's traits are booksmart and hot. I did change her career to a nurse and I gave her a stepfather that came later in her life (I wanted her to have another parental figure in her life). This is purely for fun~btw Stacey is a real one forreal.

[ladylooch]

In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300

How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍

The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe

A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.

Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.

And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.

You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families. 

After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.

A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.

P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.

You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.

The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough. 

With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.

“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.

“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”

“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.” 

“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”

Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two. 

You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy. 

“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.

“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”

“Oh great.”

She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.

“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.

“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.

“Was it worth it?”

“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers.  “To us. Forever.”

“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him. 

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”

“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”

“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 

After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.

“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”

“There is more at home when we are done.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.

Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert. 

“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?” 

“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round. 

A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers. 

Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.

Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.

“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.

“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man. 

"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“

"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."

“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy anniversary.” 

The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.

“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.

It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.

“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.” 

“Yeah you were too desperate.”

“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.

“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.

“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”

“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.

“Bath?”

“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.

You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait. 

“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.

“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”

“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”

“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”

“Now to start planning next year….” 

“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. 

“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you. 

“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

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57. Lately she's been dressing for revenge

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Chapter soundtrack: Vigilante Shit - Taylor Swift

Out of all the three American races, Austin was the one Julia loved the most. She loved the atmosphere, the fun activities that were always happening around the track, and of course she loved the race. She always found it exciting. That’s why, sitting on her sofa, ready to watch the qualifying with her brother and her mom felt bittersweet. Bitter because she wanted nothing more but to be there with her friends, especially since it was Kyle’s first home race of the year, and sweet because, after all, she was still home with the people she loved the most.

“Is Ethan going to win again?” asked Louis, a glass of apple juice in his hand.

“I don’t think so, Ethan is not very confident for the weekend.” Julia replied.

And Ethan’s instincts were confirmed at the end of the Q1, seeing both Maserati out respectively P16 and P18, but Julia noticed Romy’s car in the ones not able to make it through the first session. P20, her worst result since the beginning of the season. Julia promised herself to call her as soon as the qualifying would be over, especially after seeing her defeated expression during her interviews.

After an hour, it was finally Elijah, followed by Kyle and Martin, who managed to get the pole. It was a nice opportunity for Ferrari to put some pressure on Lamborghini but Julia also knew that Kyle wasn’t a soon-to-be third times world champion for nothing and that he wouldn’t go down without a fight. It would be a disputable race the next day and she couldn’t wait for it.

When she was sure that her friends were done with the media and race strategy meeting, she isolated herself in the patio to call her best friend.

“I feel like shit, really, this won’t be my weekend. I have no sensations with the car and Kyle’s mom did a number on me and I don’t know how to react.”

“What is happening?”

“Kyle’s childhood best friend is here. His mom insisted that Kyle send an invite.”

“And it’s a problem because….”

“Because she is his ex-girlfriend! His first love! And believe me, his mom made sure that I understood really well how nice she was, how perfect she had always been for her son and how she had always pictured them married. I can’t wait to have you in Vegas, I need to feel like I have someone in my corner!” Romy whined.

“Have you talked to Kyle about his mom?”

“To tell him what? Baby, I feel like your mom hates me and wants us to break up as fast as possible? Please, Julia… I don’t want him to have to feel like he has to choose between me and his mom. Oh, and do you know what she had the audacity to tell me? Kyle's eyesight disease was getting worse because I was stressing him out. That if I wasn’t a racing driver, he would get better or at least it wouldn’t get worse. That he deserved someone who was making his life easier and not worse. That…”

She heard a gasp on the other side of the line, before Romy apologized for having to hang up so suddenly. Julia didn’t need to ask to know that Kyle might have overheard their conversation. She contemplated Bailey playing outside with a wood stick as her phone started to ring. Her dad’s name appeared on the screen and she wondered what he might want.

“Have you watched quali?” He first asked, voice filled with happiness and pride.

“I did. Congrats. Tomorrow will be tough, though.”

“Any opinion on how we should handle the situation?”

“Well… To try to keep the advantage in the first laps. It will be tough because Kyle never misses his start, it’s probably one of the thing is the best at. So, maybe Martin could just try to push him to his limits so he doesn’t have any other chance but to defend. It will kind of sacrifice Martin but we seem to bet better than Lambo with our tyres management recently. So, with a little chance, Kyle will be forced to pit earlier than us.”

“And in that case, we could create a gap between our cars and the rest of the grid. I have to talk to Martin about it, it’s his race that we will sacrifice, I want to make sure he is on board.”

“I mean, whether he likes it or not, we always privileged the driver who was on pole.” she said, shrugging.

Her dad couldn’t talk much with her, explaining that he had to talk to a few mechanics to make some adjustments on the cars and left her. She had still one phone call to make and she feared it wouldn’t be a pleasant one. As she expected, she was welcomed by a very moody Ethan.

“I mean, of course I can’t do my best when I have a fucking tractor with me! Have you seen how slow it was and how I couldn’t even drive it properly? I’ve been kicked out from Q1 by Skoda, Julia! Skoda! The team who barely scored any points this year and will finish last in the constructor’s standing! I know you worked for them and I know you’re still friends with Niels and Noah but come on, they shouldn’t have made it through Q1! Now I’m going to start from the back and I hate that.”

“Hey, breathe. Focus on trying to not get too caught up in traffic tomorrow. Have a clean start, with a clean race. You know the podium will most likely not happen and it’s fine. Just try to make it into points.”

“Yeah… easy with an undriveable car.” he mumbled.

“Have faith.”

“I don’t need faith, I need a good strategy and a good car.”

“You know you’re quicker than the guys in front, you have no real opponents there. It should be easy. And most of all, you’re a top driver in a mid-field car and usually this pairing can work wonders on tracks.”

“I skipped the meeting,” he confessed. “I didn’t want to go there angry and say things I would regret.”

“But and the strategy…”

“Tomorrow. And maybe in the meantime I’ll be able to come up with one that won’t be too shitty. Anyway… tell me about your day. Have you been able to work on your presentation?” he changed the subject as she could hear him shifting on what she guessed was his bed.

“Kind of. It’s hard to keep it concise, I want to talk about so many things…”

“You’ll find the way. Don’t worry too much, they will love the project.”

She spent her next morning in front of her computer, working on her presentation and taking notes on the side before trying to come up with a budget plan to see how much it would cost. She felt dizzy when she noticed that it would probably cost millions and wondered if the FIA would be really ready to spend that much on a project that she had no idea was really doable or even if it would be something teams would want to be part of and if kids would be interested.

She stopped right as the race was about to start. As usual, her mom was wearing an old Ferrari cap and she was surprised to see Louis in Ethan’s merchandising. She suddenly felt bad and ran to her room to put on the shirt a fan had once gifted her, the one where Ferrari and Maserati colors were mixed. She saw her mom smiling when she came back but didn’t dare to comment on it. They got ready and when the lights went out, Julia grabbed a pillow, pulling it against her, hoping nothing would happen in the first corner. Thankfully, nothing bad happened. Ethan had gained two positions which wasn’t bad but what was worrying Julia was that Romy was still last, despite a start from the pitlane. There was definitely something wrong with her driving as her teammate didn’t seem to struggle as much as her. So it wasn’t really surprising for Julia to see her friend retiring the car, halfway through the race.

In front, the strategy she had advised her dad to use had been effective until a badly executed pit stop cost Elijah his first place and with Martin still on used tyres, she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold Kyle back who was on freshly new ones. The American finally managed to lead the race fifteen laps before the end of the race, under a roaring crowd who exalted when he finally drove in front of them. Elijah and Martin were still in the fight but it was almost sure that Kyle would win his home Grand Prix. She focused on Ethan to see him struggling behind Niels’ Skoda. He was P12, clearly not what he would like to be but she didn’t know how he could. When it was finally over, she was happy for her dad even if her advice had not worked as good as she had expected but disappointed for her friends. She saw Kyle rushing to his family before searching for Romy who was watching from afar. Even in front of a broadcast she could read the frustration written all over her face. When the celebrations were finally over, her mom decided to order pizza, to finally have a calm family night without unnecessary drama. Julia suspected that it was also to avoid her overthinking her meeting the next day. Meeting she wasn’t sure she was one hundred percent ready for, but she hoped that it would be enough.

She had borrowed her mom's clothes trying to feel a little more confident but as she was waiting for the meeting to start, she had never felt more out of place. She was so enthusiastic about her project, so sure it could bring something great to the sport that the idea of failing was terrorizing her.She didn’t know what she would do if the FIA was telling her that they wouldn’t go forward with her. But she didn’t have much time to think about it as Lewis’ face appeared on her screen, soon joined by the other representatives of the Federation and the vice-president himself. She gulped as she tried her best to memorize the names and functions of each one of them. Noticing she also was the only woman in the room, she quickly understood that it was going to be tough. When it was finally her time to talk after a very long introduction, she explained exactly what she had told Lewis, but this time adding graphs and percentages about the number of women in motorsport as well as the number of people of color and disabled ones. Numbers that were ridiculously low.

“And finally, I thought about creating a FIA scholarship for kids who were really talented and could actually go to big universities but might not be able to for financial reasons. The scholarship could be given by the FIA alongside team principals. It would give another reason for these kids to really give their all. And, that’s all for me… if you have questions, I would be happy to answer them.”

When Lewis was the only one clapping and thanking her she knew that her worst fear was about to happen. And when the very few questions she got were more about her and not about the projects, she already had the reason why they were about to tell her no. The final blow came from the Vice-President.

“You see, Miss, you got yourself quite the reputation here after the rumors coming from your implication in Ferrari’s cheating scandal. Even though we don’t have any proof, the allegations are still there and I’m not sure it’s a great idea to have you working in an environment where you could be tempted to find information you could give to your dad. I’m not saying you would… but it’s a possibility I’m not ready to explore. And you’re young, barely have any experience and the little you have didn’t end well. Wilhelm didn’t have a lot of nice things to say regarding your work and about your attitude. Giving you such a high responsibility with leading and organizing a project like that, as interesting as it is, might be too much pressure for you to handle. And we have no proof, for sure, that it’s a project that is worth investing our time and money into.”

“With all due respect, mister the Vice-President, I had a talk with Julia before this official meeting and I could see how much effort and research she put into it. I don’t think it’s a good idea to reject her proposal on the sole reason that she is too young and isn’t deemed trustworthy. Sometimes, you have to give someone a chance.” Lewis intervened.

“I know how inclusion and diversity are important for you Lewis and maybe you're biased too by the affection you have to Miss Leclerc and her father, but I’m not confident enough to give her such a big responsibility. At least not now, and to be honest, with the new regulations we are preparing for the next two years, I don’t have the time to think about the fate of kids.” he finished in a laugh.

It was a slap she hadn’t been ready to receive, no matter how she had prepared herself for the eventuality. But showing them how hurt she felt was out of the question. She quickly got back her composure before staring at the camera.

“Well… it’s sad but, I’m sure that if you don’t want that idea, someone else will be happy to help.”

“And who, exactly? It’s not like you had the abilities to do that all by yourself, you need support, Miss Leclerc.”

“I guess, it’s my problem now and not yours. Thank you for your time. Saying that it had been a delight to have this conversation would be lying, so I might as well not say anything. Goodbye sirs.” she said, hanging up, her chin high.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep. On the bright side, she would have something to talk to her therapist in the afternoon. When she exposed him to the situation, he didn’t seem very surprised.

“From what I gathered with everything you told me, it’s still a very sexist environment. It doesn’t come as a surprise that you’ve been rejected. The question now is, are you going to give up or are you going to prove them wrong?”

“Working on this project, thinking about it, doing research, talking about it and seeing how excited people felt and how interested they were… I don’t see myself giving up. I can’t. It’s something important to me, it became important. I’ll find another way. I don’t know how and I don’t know what I will do, but I’ll come up with something.”

When she got out of her therapist’s office she was surprised to see a new message from Lewis telling her how sorry he was about the meeting but that he believed in her project and was ready to help her. She just had to inform him on her next steps. She thanked him and Lewis told her that he was glad to see a real inclusive project emerging and if the FIA wasn’t ready to help her, it was their own choice but it didn’t mean that he had to follow.

Her mom wasn’t surprised either when Julia explained what had happened. She laconically said that she expected it but naively thought that the arrival of Romy and Chloe as F1 drivers had meant a change in mentality in the Federation. She was sad to see that the years might pass by, the same societal issues were remaining.

“Mom, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Was it hard to create your charity?”

“A lot of sleepless nights and a lot of tears. Ask your father. And it was even tougher that you were a toddler back then. Why?”

“Because, I don’t want to give up on my idea. I feel like it’s something good and I need to do it. It’s probably the first time that I feel like I could make a change somewhere, I want to make a difference out there. But I don’t know where to start, the FIA was the easy way in. I’m not sure I have enough knowledge to start something on my own.”

“I didn’t have any knowledge when I started mine, just the idea to provide mental health support and career advice to young women in the entertainment industry. The first thing you need to do, after defining your plans, is to find people who would be onboard to join you. You need support. People willing to help you, offering financing. It’s a lot of networking and it’s time consuming.”

“I don’t care, I just want to start somewhere. Networking doesn’t scare me, it’s everything else that feels so overwhelming.”

“Maybe I can help you…. Maybe for a while, your association could be under mine as a partner, another branch. Mental health and inclusivity can be linked together. I would give you full independence in whatever you want to do and you would have access to an already established financial, marketing, communication and law departments. Best of both worlds. But, just to be clear, you’re in charge of everything, I’m not helping you with anything, you have access to resources but that’s it, you’re responsible for all choices and decisions, I’m not intervening.”

“I have to think about it but, thanks.” Julia said, hugging her mom.

Talking to her mom and knowing she had the choice to get her help without feeling like she was using her for her connections reassured her a little bit. Exhausted by her day, she fell on her bed as soon as she crossed her bedroom’s door. She had a few texts from her dad, telling her that her strategy might have been the good one if the pitstop had been successful and she smiled. Ethan had also texted her, saying that he wasn’t feeling very proud of himself and that he was feeling his insecurities of not being enough coming back. Some media outlets were talking of his win in Spa as a stupid beginner's luck. She called him and he picked up almost immediately. It didn’t need much from her side to make him talk about his feelings. She silently listened to him, reacting to his words when she felt like it was needed and when he stopped, she could hear that he felt better.

“So, tell me how it went with the FIA.”

She told him and when it was over she heard him sigh on the other end of the line and didn’t exclude her mom’s offer, telling him how she was hesitating.

“Bastards. Always have been and always will. I think you should take up on your mom’s offer. I mean, it’s the quickest way to achieve what you want to do”

“I know. And it’s not as if she was doing everything for me. I would need to do all the work and I can come to her for advice but I know she will let me figure things out by myself. I wanted to ask, just to make sure, I have you onboard for this project, right?”

“Of course, you don’t even have to ask. I can also talk to Kyle about it. As the Grand Prix Driver Association’s director, he has a little bit of weight on decisions taken. Not sure how much but he could be able to give you names of people you can talk to. I can also talk to some team principals, if you want.”

“No. I mean, I appreciate that you want to help, really, but I also want to do this by myself.”

“Once stubborn, always stubborn…” he mumbled. “But fair enough, that’s your thing, you want to defend it.”

“Yeah and it gives me time to prepare a speech to each of them. I'll be there for Vegas, anyway so it will come fast enough. I’m not in a rush.”

“Suit yourself, just know that I stand by what I said, if you need me, I’ll be there.”

“And I know I will use it when it comes handy.”

“That’s what friends are for, Joolsie.”

Every time the word friend was coming out of his mouth, Julia was feeling like a stab in her heart. She knew she had to prove herself trustworthy, she knew all the history they shared and all their problems were yet to be totally overcome, but still, it hurt.

“But are we? Friends, I mean.” she asked.

“Julia… You know what I said. I still do, love you, I don’t think I will ever stop loving you. I’m just more cautious when it comes to you, now. I’m not saying that we will never happen, Joolsie, just that… yeah, I need you to grovel a little bit.” he laughed. “And I want to take it slow. We rushed everything and I think it’s part of why it didn’t and couldn’t work, we didn’t start the most conventional way.”

“I’m aware that I need to prove myself to you but I already told you that I intend to show you that I can fight for you.”

“I can’t wait to see that. What have you planned?”

“It wouldn’t be funny if you knew.”

“Are you saying that little miss control freak would actually consider doing big gestures? I’m shocked.”

“I love you.” she blurted out, a little unexpected but she was surprised how easy it was to tell him. And he was also caught off guard judging by the silence that fell. “Ethan?”

“You shouldn’t say things like that. It’s blurring the lines between friendship and whatever we’re supposed to be but are not ready.”

“So you can say it but not me?”

“I can say it because I’m ready and I’m sure of myself. However you are still…”

“Unreliable and not trustworthy. It’s fine. I understand.” she finished, bitter, but understanding where it was coming from.

“Pretty much.”

“Well, I meant it, brace yourself. I’m going to prove to you that I’m two hundred percent sure of what I want. At least when it comes to us. I’ve always known, deep down, but was too stupid to admit it. But if there is a slight chance that I can fix what I’ve broken, you can be sure that I will take it. I’m very serious.”

“I believe you. Maybe I should be careful in Vegas… Next thing I know you will drag me in the first Elvis you’ll find and we will be married.”

“Is that a challenge?”  she asked in a playful tone.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I guess you will just have to wait and see.”

Author's note: Fucking FIA.

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Come on man, let me take you to my grandparents house. No, not THAT one. The house down the street from the public park. The brick house with the porch swing. Yeah no the one where you always hear wind chimes when you’re in the yard. The one with the old creaky floorboards that somehow always sound friendly. The house that feels like the personification of being a little kid falling asleep while you hear people laughing in another room. The one that smells faintly of cigarettes and aromatherapy and a hint of weed. Bro I’m talking about the one where you always hear some sort of old music playing in another room, and it’s such a tangy and savory and lively beat that you can feel it faintly shaking in the walls and the floorboards and the very air you are breathing. The one with the beautiful stained wood staircase. With all the abstract art? Yes, the one with all those cactuses and flowers in the flowerbed in the back yard, the backyard that’s surrounded by a wooden fence? The one with the lawn that’s always perfectly manicured. Yeah with the screen door on the back snaps shut loudly but somehow the sound feels like a hug. The one with the big basement, that had a small shrine to Marilyn Monroe and a big leather couch and a table for playing cards? The one that has the bathroom with the pink tiled walls and the black tiled floors with the big bathtub. Yeah you know how that bathroom has the mini vinyl records hanging on the wall? With the air conditioning that seems to be working perfectly all the time. I love how grandma has those cut glass ornaments hanging in the kitchen window. Remember when grandpa went up to those and spun them and we tried to catch the rainbows they flashed on the walls thinking they were fairies? I miss that. The kitchen was beautiful, with the multicolored tiles on the wall and the woven rugs. Grandma was always keeping that kitchen so clean. Yeah the one with the cement patio in the back yard that grandma kept so clean that she could bring out that popcorn machine and pop popcorn with the lid off and we’d try to catch it in our mouths and whatever ones we missed we could pick up off the ground and eat because we trusted that it was clean. Grandpa was always the best with the grill. Whenever you are in the kitchen or the back yard you can hear ice clinking up against the edges of a cup of iced green tea. The one with the grand piano that was almost never used. Yeah we could stay in my aunts old room, the light green one, with the big bed and the quilts, and the vanity desk that had the pretty beaded lamp. When we stay in that one you can crack the window and hear the outside evening while we get our pajamas on. Or if you prefer we could stay in my uncles old room, the beige-yellow one with the sports art on the wall. You can crack the window and hear the outside with that one, too, and you might have a better view, but for some reason I’ve never been able to sleep all that well in that room. The house where there is always at least one light on. The one with the red dining room that has that one silly Coney Island poster on the wall. Yeah with that big stained wood dining table? Though no matter how big that table was grandma and grandpa always had to put out another folding table in the living room. Yeah the living room, with the big windows that showed the street? And the fireplace, and the couch with the crochet blankets. And the wicker rocking chair that I was forbidden to sit in after a certain age. Yes, my grandparents house. The one that the whole family loves. Let’s go there.