#unbelievably affirming.

[shoku-and-awe]

Finally screwed up the courage to check out this tiny hole-in-the-wall mostly-locals place I've been eyeing for months, and not only was the food WONDERFUL, they were super nonchalant about my foreign intrusion AND, when I left and had to squeeze past this very gruff very butch older lady at the end of the counter, and I was doing that apologetic little sorry-bout-these-close-quarters bow, she just looked into my eyes (and at my haircut and my flannel probably) and went:

Oh MAN! I could spend all night trying to express how often I am read as straight and how sad it makes me and how often I need delicious gyoza and could maybe even make some kinda graph about these factors but! Suffice to say.

Ma'am... Thank you! I think am gonna live at least three years longer than I otherwise would've. Thank you for seeing me!

[ilovespidermansomuch]

sorry I just need to rant ab hair rn

I need to get my hair cut cause it's growinh out, and the cut I want to get is quite masculine, so I went in to ask ab it in a barber

and they told me that bc I'm a woman (I don't pass but I'm ftm) I need to go get it done at a hairdressers, where the price is at least DOUBLE the barbers.

I'm just confused because why should I have to pay an extreme amount to get like ab inch off of my hair just bc I'm afab????

below the cut is a reference to what I said I wanted to get done (and the reference is of an amab person)

[singlepringle2023]

happy thursday everyone, the supreme court just struck down affirmative action which, by the way, sets a precedent that puts workplace diversity considerations at risk too, something the majority conservative court will likely be eager to support!

[absolutelyzoned]

they do not see me. i am hidden in the foliage. there is no one behind me. they cant see me. my weapon is silenced i will be fine. they cant see me. i know exactly where im going. they can't fucking see me

[chucklechampion]

if i keep fucking up my kt tape bind and injuring myself like this i wont even need to pay for top surgery my whole chest will be gone lmao

[zeuxox]

friday moooooood

[anarchoarchie]

everyone loved my little drawn on mustache and said it was realistic and maybe i should just do this literally all of the time…

[generouskittensong]

Team Taka were loyal to Sasuke. The only people

No Kishimoto, you can't act like loneliness is the problem when you made Konoha kill Sasuke's clan. Sasuke doesn't push people away for no reason he does it because of trauma. You have to address the root of the problem which is government sanctioned genocide, not loneliness. And Naruto and Sasuke beating each other up isn't going to help with that let alone the loneliness issue that is suddenly a problem. How is Sasuke supposed to not feel alone anyway when literally no one is validating his feelings.

[nanaslutt]

uraume topping reader for the first time

minors and ageless blogs dni

their eyes catch on yours when they push the tip of the strap into you and are met with resistance. you gasped, but quickly pulled your lip between your teeth to hide it. “does it hurt?” they ask. you shake your head.

with a nod, their eyes find the place your connected, watching enraptured as your cunt swallows the strap inch after inch. “rume, fuck… fuck how do you take this?” you whine, clenching around the intrusion. the stretch is a lot, but it feels good to. the pain and pleasure are conflicting feelings in your brain but they’re blending into one, blurring your sense between the two.

“you’re taking it well.” the praise goes straight to your head. “i’m… almost in. your really tight.” you know they’re taking abt the resistance they feel pushing in, but the way they’re talking like they can actually feel you around the silicone cock is dizzying.

you place your hand on your stomach, feeling full. “it’s in.” they say, more breathless than before. “god… it’s… it’s in.” they sound mesmerized, eyes glued to where you’re connected.

“how does it feel?” you ask, locking your ankles behind their back. they bite their lip, pupils blown. “good. tight. it’s like i can feel you.”

you smile at that, knowing this is wildly affirming for them. you decide to milk it a bit. “i can feel you throbbing, rume. you’re so deep, i can feel you in here.” they inhale sharply through their teeth.

got them.

“can i move?” you hardly get a nod out before they’re pulling out and slowly pushing back in, getting used to the feel of the strap, finding the right angle. each time they pull out, their mouth opens in a silent moan before they release a breath. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”

“g-good?” you ask, trying to keep your composure.

they nod, “i like this. i like that it feels like im really inside you. it almost feels like i am.” you clench around them, wrapping you arms under theirs to bring your face closer. their small tits press against your chest, lips hovered over lips.

“because you are,” you whisper, so quiet only they could hear. “you’re inside me, and you’re hitting- fuck-“ thrust “right there?” you nod mouth agape.

their lips crash against yours in a messy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. their thrusts pick up speak considerably, and you’re unable to hold back your whines that they swallow up greedily. uraume pulls away from the kiss to moan while rubbing their hips in a circle, fully pressing the strap inside you.

“god, that feels so good.” you whine, tipping your head back. uraume burried their head into your throat and moans, their grinding getting weaker and choppier. “it feels good. r-right there it feels good.” they breath into your neck. watching them get so caught up in their fantasy is pushing you quickly twords the edge.

“uraume im gonna cum, cum inside me, please.” their lithe fingers sloppily find your clit in a rush, rubbing to the best of their ability. “say- say that again.”

gripping their hair, you drag their mouth against your own, locking eyes with them while keeping your ankles crossed behind their back. “give it to me uraume, fill me up, cum inside me.” their face screws into pleasured agony as they reach their high from nothing but strapping you down.

their body shakes and convulses on top of you, the jerky thrusts making you finish as well. the high is unbelievable, clearing your brain entirely, and their weight on top of you feels better than expected. they keep the strap inside you even after you’ve cum, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck.

when you pull their head up by their cheeks, their pale face is flushed, eyes all unfocused and cloudy. “how did that feel?” you ask, smiling. they just nod, their bottom lip twitching.

you smile and roll them over, straddling them with their cock still inside you. “you did so good, uraume.” they avert their eyes when you start pressing kisses all over their face while cupping their small tits. “so.” kiss “fucking.” kiss “good.”

“this is horribly embarrassing. i cannot beleive i said all that.” they mumble, trying to turn their face away from you, but you won’t stand for that. you punch their cheeks in a strong grip, forcefully pursing their lips together to make them pout.

“there is absolutely nothing wrong with filling your fantasies. everything you said was hot as hell, uraume.” their blush deepened but they didn’t disagree. “i’ll bounce on your cock while saying all sorts of dirty stuff to prove it.” you tease, shaking your hips on top of them, the strap burried inside you rubbing against your walls.

“another day… i would like to just… calm down right now.” you smile, lowering your mouth to their ear. “if you wanted cuddles you shoulda just said that, dibs on being the small spoon.” they grumble, and you can’t help but laugh.

[animoogus]

I was writing a whole post about the damage of black-and-white thinking and reacting-by-association instead of to what someone actually said and being honest with yourself bc it's such an important thing to me... and promptly stopped bc I remembered there's no way. There's NO way lol. That that exact thing isn't gonna happen in response. Ah life, the prison.

[vociferans]

@ that reblogged ¡wtv post. What the fuck.

[tojisun]

I’m soooooo obsessed with your poolverine! Especially where Logan is fucking reader while Wade watches!

But what if Wade gets so desperate that he cums untouched just humping his rosey leaking cock into the air as he watches Logan fill you round after round

teehee thank you!! and this is so delish oh my goood <33 // cw: SMUT; afab!reader; poly with set power dynamics (dom logan, sub reader n sub wade); voyeurism; praise kink // divider by @/plutism

it’s—

it’s heinous, really, how wolve-fuckin’-rine could just go for hours fucking you, breeding you, while leaving wade leaking like a motherfucker. tearing up too, sure, but he’s still got his mask on so they can all pretend that he isn’t truly crying.

(he’s actually weeping but, well, semantics.)

it started the way it always does.

“stay there, bub,” logan sniped, his grin just a bite too mean, but wade didn’t even fight back because the three of you are used to this back-and-forth; of logan taking you like even after all these years, he still had to stake his claim, while wade was made to wait.

after all, this game is one of a hunt; it starts with wade waiting, raptly watching the way logan devours you, before being allowed the scraps—licking logan’s cum off your cunt, wade’s tongue pushing you to another shaking orgasm.

a hyena that is allowed to feast after the lion had its fill.

but it was different today—logan was more mean. he was more impatient to wade.

logan kept going; fucking his thick fingers in your cunt, crooning how he was doing this for your own good.

“shh, yer not ready for pups yet, darl,” he hummed, a heavy hand pressing down on your stomach to stop your thrashing; holding you down to force his thick fingers in, and scooping out his cum amidst the squelches of your cunt.

you keened, fisting the sheets as tears leaked out of your eyes, wetting your already-damp cheeks.

“s’too much!” you cried, unable to stop your hiccupping. “l’gan, please!”

but logan just nuzzled his maw on the inside of your thighs, puffing out breathy chuckles.

wade was straining then, his grip breaking the wooden arm rests. he ignored the splinters digging into his flesh, unable to do anything that wasn’t watching.

waiting.

he was slowly realizing that he would not have his turn today.

logan has you in a mating press now.

you’ve yelled so many times, warning logan—warning them—that you’re cumming but there was no gushing squirt nor trickling cum, and the two of them realize with hitched breaths that logan’s finally fucked you into dry orgasming.

it was a delicious sight, one that pushed wade to finally free his cock from inside his suit.

logan had shot him a gleeful look, his ravenous eyes tracking down the mess that wade has become—heaving chest, leaking cock, mask finally damp with his tears.

(you’ve glanced at your lover too, devouring how he looks, ever so patiently waiting even when he’s been denied for hours now.

wade always chirps. he’s always filled the silence with his chatter, but he’s been so, so quiet today. like he’s at a loss for words, unable to sound any more that isn’t ragged wheezes. like by staying quiet, he’s able to force himself to not jump you or to not touch his own cock.

fuck, what a good boy wade is.)

“almost, bub,” logan murmurs to wade, humping his cock in you like he’s affirming his own words. the action forces another choked moan out of you, and wade’s cock jumps, pre- dripping down his length.

logan tracks it throughout.

“yeah?” wade finally rasps out, his voice sounding so utterly broken. “y’fuckin’ swear?”

logan rolls his eyes at his words before huffing a fond laugh.

“swear on it,” logan replies, licking at his salty lips.

he pauses, turning his attention back to you. he ruts his cock in, nudging at the pudgy walls of your pussy with a pleasured hiss.

(you’re an unbelievable marvel, peanut. all soft and sweet.

all so delicious.)

amidst your high-pitched squeals, logan shoots wade another glance. he looks even more hungry now, and wade doesn’t get to ask his stuttered ‘what?’ when logan croons, “‘fore that, won’t y’cum for me, pool?”

wade’s body jumps to obey the order, only—

“but no touchin’ yerself.”

the whine wade lets out is so pathetic and broken, but it only makes logan smile wider, like he knows wade would be a good mutt and follow his command—

jesus. thinking about logan praising him just made him ultra-horny.

wade shuffles on his spot without a word, legs parting even wider to make it easier for himself. he’s so busy squirming at the feeling of the cool air wrapping around his cock that he’s missed you and logan changing positions on the bed—you’re riding logan now, your back to his chest, with logan’s chin hooked on your shoulder as the two of you watch wade.

wade curses underneath his breath when he finally looks up, and it tickles a giggle from you. it quickly peters into a high keen when logan fucks you up the length of his cock before dropping you down, using gravity to sit you snug and stuffed full.

fuck.

wade’s bitten moans spill into the hot space between the three of you, and he wonders: between you and wade, who is logan’s prize?

whose keening desperation is logan watching?

wade humps at nothing, unable to stop himself anymore. he times it with logan’s manhandling of your body—thrusting up when logan grasps at the back of your thighs to lift you up from his cock; then pressing back down on the couch when logan drops you back to engulf the entirety of his length.

wade’s not even embarrassed to admit that it doesn’t even take a while before his whole body is locking, pleasure and desperation mixing like a vice to grip at his body.

his orgasm builds—

“cum f’me, wade,” logan sings, sounding so utterly soft like he’s not in control of both you and wade’s pleasures, but wade has always been logan’s good boy. always been desperate for logan. always—

his orgasm rips him apart—that is the only way wade can explain it.

it wracks his body with unimaginable tremors, like wade’s body is undergoing its own earthquake. he nearly blacks out at the pleasure, and it should be embarrassing—it will be, later when logan’s cock is in his throat and your strap is fucking wade’s hold, and the two of you are murmuring how wade is your precious and desperate little cum slut—but right now, he basks in the pleasure and the pride shining in logan’s eyes.

jesus fuck. that was good.

biting a rock bcuz this one rlly had me sweating like mmmmy god

im so sorry if this is bad 😣 wrote this while walkin’ around the mall so it might be choppy n clipped in some parts GAH

wade gets a turn (somewhat)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hayloft

a/n: so…. i watched twisters…………

summary: “so what you’re saying is that you just came in here seeking shelter from the rain?” a smirk dazzled his features, “out of every shed and every other barn you passed on your way back to the house, you conveniently chose this one which I just so happen to still be in from when you poked your head in earlier,” his gaze briefly dipped down to your soaked through, and now sheer, t-shirt.

warnings: farmhand!tyler owens x farmer's daughter!reader, smut, farmer au, secret relationship, established relationship, bull rider!tyler, rain, sex on a hayloft, kissing, dirty talk, oral, facesitting, manhandling, impact play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, wrote this in the middle of the night oops, click here for the prequel to this story

word count: 1673

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Rain splattered against the barn door as you fought to tug it closed, droplets whipped your face until the very last second when you finally managed to latch it shut. 

“Hey,” a deep timbre crackled from behind you, causing you to whirl around. 

“Oh, hi Tyler,” a smile couldn’t help but creep up on your features as you spotted the painstakingly handsome farmhand, “what are you doing in here?” 

A chuckle then bubbled out of him as he leaned the long pitchfork in his grasp against a nearby wall.

“My job, ma’am.”

“Of course, right,” one of your hands shot up to wipe your wet face, though without much success as your palms too were completely drenched. 

“Better question is,” he took a step closer to where you stood, dripping onto the dusty barn floors, “what are you doing in here?” 

“Oh, well, I was just coming home from a ride on Blue when the rain came pouring down, so–” 

“So what you’re saying is that you just came in here seeking shelter from the rain?” a smirk dazzled his features, “out of every shed and every other barn you passed on your way back to the house, you conveniently chose this one which I just so happen to still be in from when you poked your head in earlier,” his gaze briefly dipped down to your soaked through, and now sheer, t-shirt.

“Hm,” you hummed through your smile, “yeah, that really is convenient,” neither denying nor affirming his accusation as you then teasingly twisted away from the close proximity his slow stride had created.

Catching the ladder that led up to the open hayloft, you slowly began to climb it. 

“Just what are you doing now?” you heard from behind you. 

“You said you were working,” you glanced over your shoulder, successfully catching Tyler staring at your ass through your jean shorts, “so I’m getting out of your hair.” 

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

“That’s right,” you reached the top and plopped yourself down on the planks, “I’m kind that way. So now, just go back to whatever you were doing, lifting heavy things or whatever,” you waved a vague hand down at him in hopes that he would put on a show for you and let you ogle the way his muscles flexed beneath his tight shirt. 

But he didn’t pick the pitchfork back up. 

Instead, he simply blew out a soft chuckle, gazing up at you as a light shake found his head, staring up at your drenched visage just a moment longer before he began to climb the ladder as well. 

A giggle rolled off your tongue as he reached the top, a gentle sound that he then swiftly smothered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, still balanced on the ladder, clutching onto the sides as he reached you, sitting cross-legged on the floor before him. 

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” 

“Me?” you tilted your lips out of his reach, “I am an angel. I’ve never done anything wrong in my life,” a grin accompanied your jest. 

As he climbed the rest of the way up onto the loft, you didn’t shift away to make room for him, only leaned back on your forearms as he blissfully crawled to settle above you. 

When you raised yourself up to kiss him once more, you only got to taste him for but a moment, only shyly managing to sink your fingers into the hem of his shirt, before he denied you of any more. 

“I swear to god, it’s like you want your daddy to catch us with the way you keep throwing yourself at me.”

Letting out a light-hearted scoff, you said, “excuse me? First of all, it’s raining and even if it wasn’t, he’s not coming down here, not this time of day, and second of all, talk about yourself, sir,” you hooked your legs up and over the small of his back, “you’re the one always stealing kisses from me even when you know he’s around,” you counted, “oh, also that one time in the tool shed? It doesn’t matter that you covered my mouth, he for sure knew something was going on in there,” Tyler’s smile only brightened at the recollection, “and don’t even get me started on the way you’re always looking at me.”

“How do I look at you?” 

“You know how…” you laughed, melting under his gaze, “you’re doing it right now.” 

“Oh, am I?” he acted as if it wasn’t completely on purpose how his eyes undressed you, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t noticed.” 

Leaning down to capture your lips once more, a light squeak then escaped your lungs as he suddenly rolled over onto his back, onto a low pile of loose hay, dragging you along with him.

But as your body rested atop his, completely plastered against one another as his broad hands took their time raking down your curves, a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest and vibrated against your tongue. 

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking wet,” he laughed, playfully giving the drenched denim clinging to your ass a swift tap. 

Pushing yourself up a bit more, you spotted the splotchy stamp you’d transferred all down Tyler’s front. 

“Yeah well, I was just caught in the rain, what do you want me to do?” 

“It really did get you good, didn’t it?” you felt his hands shift and nimbly undo your shorts.

“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking down at him as he yanked your soaked shorts down and tossed them off to the side, onto a hay bale. 

“You mind if I check something real quick?” he playfully asked, scooping his grasp down to curve securely around the plush of your bottom. 

“Not at all,” you smiled before a sharp yelp then suddenly erupted out of you.

Tyler knew he could toss you around like a ragdoll, a skill of his he wasn’t at all shy to lean into, especially now as he yanked you closer, all the way up his frame till he settled you just above his face.

“Tyler!” you laughed, squirming lightly as he pulled you further down against him, letting his nose nuzzle against the sliver of your underwear before he placed a sloppy kiss against them. 

With his wide palms still glued to your butt, a few of his fingers stretched out to catch the hem of your panties and tug them to the side, granting himself the full access he desired. 

As he began to eagerly lap you up, he briefly murmured against you, “yeah, you really are completely soaked,” conjuring a hazy laugh to rip through you as your head tipped back at the pleasure. 

Teasing your little clit till your thighs began to shake on either side of his face, you felt his hands briefly migrate up your back and guide you to collapse entirely above him, bending you forward and letting your forearms land in a soft pile of hay for support. 

His strong arms then scooped back down to your ass, blanketing them around your hips as he brought you even closer to him, evidently not that desperate to let himself breathe any time soon as your all-consuming presence above him was the one and only thing he desired. 

With the way that he devoured you whole, not long passed till you were cumming all over his face, whimpering and trembling against his unyielding efforts. You barely let yourself catch your breath before you crawled back down his form, lazily kissing the taste of you off of his tongue as you worked at freeing his hard cock that strained in his jeans.

Your frame stayed plastered against his own after you sank down upon him, your tits in the soaked shirt smooshing against his chest. With your panties still clinging just off to the side of your cunt, you only let yourself shutter at the stretch a shy second before your trembly thighs raised you back up to find a slow rhythm.

“Fuck…” he groaned, tilting away from the breathless kiss, “ride that cock–, shit, you’re so good,” he nearly hissed at the way you rolled your hips, your silky walls clinging around his girth, “that’s my girl.” 

“Yeah, well I partly blame you for finally explaining to me how exactly it is you ride those crazy bulls,” you spoke about his daring side gig, “how you stay on, tame them.”

“Yeah,” an airy chuckle slipped out of his lungs, “you might just give me a run for my money if I ever get you up on a real one.” 

“I thought that’s what I was doing now,” you smirked down at him as you rocked your hips even further down against his, grinding the length of him dizzyingly deep inside of your pussy. The comment however also earned you a slap across the ass, causing the laugh hiding just behind your lips to finally break free, “hey, I’m not wrong, you are an animal!”

Burying one of his hands into your hair, he uttered against your lips, “well, if I’m an animal, then you’re one too,” nearly growling as he held you close and let himself buck up into you, meeting your slow bouncing halfway, “we’re cut from the same cloth you and me.”

“Yeah,” you moaned, digging your weak hands into his shirt and surely stretching the cotton out, “you and me…”

Tilting your head just far enough back so that he could catch sight of how your eyes began to roll in your skull, he groaned, “fuck, you’re so beautiful… so fucking perfect and warm, tight, fucking squeezing around me so good, and so fucking wet…” a chuckle slipped out of you both at the double entendre, “you messy girl… my messy little fucking girl… you’ll never get to dry off if I have a say in the matter… let you stay just completely soaked for fucking ever and make it so easy for me to just do anything I want…”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[fear-is-truth]

𝓻afe cameron x reader ┊love language — words of affirmation .ᐟ

“rafe,” you called out, sprawled across the couch as he walked into the room. “have i ever told you that i love the way you hold my chin when you kiss me? like… it’s so specific.” your boyfriend stopped in his tracks, tilting his head at you. “what are you on about now?”

“no, listen,” you said, sitting up and motioning him closer. “you cup my chin with your hand like you’re holding something fragile. like a burrito that you don’t want to fall apart. it’s… oddly comforting.”

rafe’s brows pulled together, but there was amusement in his eyes. “so, kissing you is like holding a burrito? that’s what you’re saying?”

“not just a burrito. like… one of those gourmet ones with extra guac,” you clarified, completely serious. he ran a hand down his face, trying (and failing) to suppress his smile. “you’re unbelievably weird.”

“thank you,” you said, beaming. “but really. i feel like you’re cradling my whole existence every time you do it.”he let out a laugh, shaking his head as he walked over to sit beside you. “you’re crazy, you know that?”

“crazy about you,” you corrected, leaning your head on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “how do you even come up with this stuff?”

“it’s a talent,” you said smugly. “like, have you ever thought about how perfect your shoulders are? they’re like… these ridiculously broad perches for me to just exist on. if i were a bird, i’d absolutely pick your shoulders as my nest.” “you’re done,” he said, laughing as he covered your mouth with his hand.

you licked his palm.

“you little—” he groaned, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his jeans.

“what? you called me crazy!”

“yeah, and you just keep proving me right,”

you sat up, grabbing his face with both hands and tilting it toward you. “something tells me that you love it, though.”“yeah,” he admitted quietly, leaning in until your noses touched. “i do.” then he kissed you, and sure enough, his hand came up to cup your chin like you were the most precious burrito in the world.

[jere-me--oh-my]

Have I Told You Lately? - Oneshot

-

Jack Johnson stood, smiling down at his son, who stared up at him with empty blue eyes, his earlier wriggling coming down to just the gentle movement of one hand reaching up towards his Dad from his cot. “Sleeeeeeeep little man, sleep.” He soothed him, reaching out a hand to stroke his golden curls with one finger. “I love you so very much, I do-” he whispered.

-

Jeremy sat at the kitchen table, propped up on one elbow over his maths homework. The 7 times table was not going well for him. Mrs Johnson set a mug of tea down next to her husband, who was finishing the last of the washing up. “You, my dear, are a wonderful woman-” Jack sighed heavily, turning over his shoulder and smiling at his wife.

-

Jeremy was playing with his magnets on the living room floor, trying to build a pyramid. His Dad sat with him, sprawled on the floor, building his own little earthquake proof building with the magnetic strips and balls. Julia watched them both from the sofa, playing with her hair. Case notes weighed heavy on her lap. “We should go to the park this weekend,” she said, out of nowhere.

-

Jeremy was blushing pink all over, as members of the congregation came up to him, congratulating him on his first choral solo, all so impressed by the little boy with the cherubic blonde curls and the soprano voice. “Jeremy!” His parents came rushing up. “Oh we are so proud of you!” Jack gushed, bending down to give his son a hug.

“And we are getting ice cream on the way home!” Julia beamed, waiting a moment before she swooped in and peppered his cheeks with kisses.

“Yesss!” Jeremy beamed, bouncing on his toes.

-

Jeremy was half asleep in the back of the car on his way back from his grandparents. Voices drifted from the front seats.

“I’m really proud of you, you know that darling?”

“Thank you. I know it’s been a drain... shall we go to dinner? Just us? It’s been a whole since we’ve had the chance.”

“I would love that.”

“I’ll try to get a sitter for Jeremy-”

-

Jeremy was sitting on the sofa, while his baby-sitter was trying to sort through the DVD selection to find anything they could bear to sit through. Mr Johnson strode into the hall, his shoes clicking on the wood. They were joined by the sharper click of high heels. “Why Mrs Johnson!” Jeremy heard his dad exclaim. “You look absolutely beautiful, my darling-” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his wife’s cheek. “Ready?” She was not, naturally. She had to go through a few more things with the baby-sitter.

-

At the kitchen table again, Jeremy was trying to get through his English coursework. Suzie was howling upstairs, and he was trying to drown it out on his headphones. He glanced up as his Mum returned to the room. His parents were chatting away, and he slid the headphone from one ear. “I love you, sweetheart,” Jack was saying. “You are a wonderful Mum.”

-

Jeremy looked from Jack, to Julia, and back to Jack again. Had he heard that right? Were they actually going to let him go to Australia? He gaped in shock. “Th.. thank you.” He stammered. Julia reached for her husband’s hand, and gave it a squeeze. “Shall we watch a movie tonight?” She carried on, brighter than she could possibly be feeling about that thought. “After dinner? I can make popcorn?”

-

Jeremy was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, as his parents sat in the snug. The door was open and he could hear them chatting, as his father suddenly began to laugh at something his Mum had said. “Oh Mrs Johnson,” he sighed. “Have I told you lately, that I love you?”

“Mmmm, probably but I’ll hear it again.” Jeremy could hear the smile in his mother’s life.

“Could I tell you once again somehow? Haaaaave I told with all my heart and soul how I adore you-” Jack began to croon.

“Well darling, I’m telling you nooow.”

Jeremy smiled to himself as the two of them laughed, and his mother began making plans for the weekend.

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Jeremy set his tea down on Suzie’s bedside table, as he climbed up onto the bed along side her, and she wriggled herself in next to him.

“So you picked which one we’re reading, yeah?” He took what he’d been handed. “Ooooh, ok excellent I love this one,” he nodded, and gave her a squeeze before he flipped open the book, and began to read.

Suzie was asleep against his ribs before he finished, her blonde curls rising and falling as he breathed in and out.

Jeremy slowly wriggled his way out, and gently pulled the duvet up over his little sister, crouching beside her bed. “Night night, Suzie,” he murmured, stroking her hair gently once. “I love you so very much. Sweet dreams.”