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Winston Churchill's famous policy of divide and rule is what the occupation follows by dividing the areas in the Gaza Strip and controlling everything that enters them from the necessities of daily life, food, water, medicine. It is another version of the apartheid system in South Africa.

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Thursday, October 3, 2024 - Kamala Harris

Vice President Harris spent the day working in the White House working alongside President Biden and away from the campaign trail. However, after her day concluded, she met with Alex Cooper from the Podcast, Call Her Daddy, for interview. This interview will air on Sunday. The Vice President enjoyed her interview and believes that it will have a positive impact on Americans. The Harris-Walz administration welcomes Alex's continued investment in speaking on women's issues with her platform.

~BR~

[manleycollins]

Journal Entry #80 - Little Miss McKenzie Abrielle Collins, My Haitian-African-American Eldest Daughter

JOURNAL ENTRY #80 Name: Manley M Collins Social Security Number: 5 7 9 – * * – 6 5 4 1 Date of Birth: 06/21 Place of Birth: Washington, District of Columbia Country of Birth: United States of America Date: July 3, 2024

TOPIC: Little Miss McKenzie Abrielle Collins, My Haitian-African-American Eldest Daughter

Conceived in Washington, DC, but born at Washington Adventist Hospital in Silver Spring, Maryland was a young child named McKenzie Abrielle Collins. The name was to add M.C. the daddy's initials in the first name. The A was to follow mother's pattern of her middle name. The last name was the family's name during the marriage between Yolonda Ann Young-Collins known as "Mom" and "Mommy", and Manley Marrell "Marvell" Collins known as "Dad" and "Daddy". Daddy's Christian values was ensuring he has no child out of wedlock even though in the rest of world it did not matter. Daddy was exciting to cut the umbilical cord and hold you in his arms for the first time. Yes, you had a crib and everything in the studio apartment at 220 Allison St NW, Washington, DC. The true coincidence is that you were born on the same day as your paternal grandfather, Manley Nolen. Your mother tried to keep the birth certificate and social security card away from me, but with my advanced intelligence and project management skills, I got my copy of the birth certificate and social security card later.

I was excited to have you as my first child. I was ready to be a parent. Those sleepless nights, feeding you, and changing your diaper was well-deserved. The parents together enjoyed shopping for food, clothing, and things you needed. It was interesting how your half-brother, Nathan, was happy to see you too and slept through all the commotion.

I was angry and disappointed when your mother and I split up and divorced. In reality, failed marriages do happen and it happened with all three (3) of my biological and non-biological families. She ripped away the experience; in which, with my advanced intelligence knew I was going to get back. My biological maternal side of the family and interesting family friends kept talking about how life was going to be this way or that way; and in reality, none of it came true, such as sending you to private school or treating you with the best of everything. Your mother and I disagreed on family brands of detergent and other products that were family traditional line of products.

As I started life in Manchester, Connecticut with a pre-owned Mercedes-Benz C230 Sedan, Cooch and Taylor got me the divorce certificate and State of Delaware granted the divorce in December 2012. It was a good Christmas present because fighting your mother to come back was no good. I initially started sending child support payments on my own, which would have been way more than what your mother is getting now. However, your mother decided to file child support in the State of Delaware, I guess for a steadier income even though it was far from it. State of Delaware sent child support papers to State of Connecticut. State of Delaware and State of Connecticut made the court order and they retroactive the payments back to your birth, but the States did take inconsideration the payments already made to your mother.

The phone calls were horrible when trying to talk or see you because she and Nathan kept coming on the phone playing and distracting the call. The phone calls ended. Cooch and Taylor, my attorneys, got me the standard visitation schedule with alternative holidays. Infotech (Cyient) - Pratt and Whitney lied about 12-months of work and I became unemployed after 7 months, and I took out a 12 months apartment lease. Our, your mother and I, pick up, drop off, and exchange location was Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 30th Street Amtrak Street Station. I picked that location because Philadelphia was accessible by all modes of transportation and I liked the city.

However, I was happy to repurchase a crib and bassinet for you. I was happy to purchase Gerber baby products to feed you the proper nutrition. Yes, I purchased all the variety types of Gerber baby products so you can have a taste of everything. It was learning you all over again. Pampers and diapers were good to buy as well as picking out the baby clothes, and memorabilia. Grace and Tommy did provide an outfit in which you grew into later. I had the baby carrier and did what the instructions said to traveling with child in car. I bought a Graco 3-in-1 car seat as well after mother complained to my attorneys and the courts when you grew out of the carrier. Even though, I saw other families with children riding without car seats. I understood safety standards are required.

It was so exciting to see you take your crawls up the steps of my Loft at the Mills apartment. It was good to dress you up for the family holiday photo, which was a tradition from your paternal grandmother, Barbara A. Collins. I liked the toys I purchase for you, and you could have made as much noise as you want. Putting you down in your crib to sleep was exciting, reading to you, and kissing you on your forehead was precious. You are blessed because you did not get sick or ill with me. You still were on all my health and medical insurance plans whether through the job or government. I dropped Nathan, your half-brother and my former stepson, and Yolonda, your mother and my ex-wife, since they were no longer my responsibility. I registered you and I through all Connecticut systems.

While struggling on unemployment was a talent to pay rent and get everything else, my lease ended in Manchester, Connecticut and I headed to New York City, New York. I registered you and I through all New York systems. This was a talent living out of the Mercedes-Benz car with your stuff and my stuff, and had a storage unit at Public Storage. So, I did unemployment for a while, then tried to various locations of New York, suburbs, and cities. However, for every visitation visit, we, you and I, stayed in the following chain of hotels - Marriott, Hilton, Choice Hotels, Best Western, Wyndham, Red Roof Inn, and Extended Stay America. To get the photos attached, Mercedes-Benz C230 Sedan was driven until the wheels fell off plus all other city public transportation plus airlines plus Megabus plus Amtrak. Most the memories would not have been possible without my employment with Tata Consultancy Services (TCS) (an India based company) operating out of New York. TCS worked me 24/7, but the reward to spend time with you and do the things we did was well worth every penny. Yes, I wanted to ensure you started a good childhood with amusement parks, beaches, and seeing all the characters from television. We went to Rye Playland and Beach in Rye, New York; Six Flags New England in Agawam, Massachusetts; Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida; Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, Georgia; SkyZone Trampoline Park in Plainfield, New Jersey; Equinox Gyms (Kids' Corner) in Connecticut and Florida; Miami Beach in Miami, Florida; Franklin Mills Mall in Pennsylvania; Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania; Bronx Zoo in New York, New York; WMATA in Washington, DC; SEPTA in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; MTA in New York, New York; Millennium Park in Chicago, Illinois; Navy Pier in Chicago, Illinois; Macy's Santaland in New York, New York; Macy's Thanksgiving Parade in New York, New York; Toys R Us in New York, New York; Disney's Frozen on Ice in Long Island, NY; Chelsea Piers in Stamford, Connecticut. As I also attempted to take you on a tour through South Carolina, my maternal half-brothers or your uncles were unavailable. Your cousin and my uncle, William Collins, Sr., did see you in Marietta, Georgia. I did not truly know any family members telephone or email phone numbers traveling through Tennessee and Arkansas. The Texas family reunion was made possible because your paternal grandfather, Manley, and the families there were hosting in Houston, Texas. It was my first time and your first time physically meeting that side of the family. Everyone wondered where I and you came from, but I am sure my dad told them it was a DNA test for who my biological father was. It was exciting to see you doing some independent things, such as turning the lights on and off, trying to help with groceries, and trying use MTA MetroCard or WMATA SmartTrip in the turnstiles. You behaved very well until it was time to good bed. You knew your daddy, Marvell, did not play. I never had to spank you, but you remember those looks, stern voice, and the superman standing still pose. You were excited when you got those singing Elsa and Anna dolls, xylophone, toy mobile phone, and LEAP learning laptop. Elsa and Anna never stopped sing, but it was a joy hearing them. It was good hearing you and you kept your attention watching YouTube's Bob The Train, Sophia the First, Doc McStuffins, Teen Titans, etc.

Yes, I remember your words, Little Miss, that you wanted some brothers and sisters. I am working hard on that, but geographically I want to provide them to you from another country. The United States and your mother drained too much out of me for you. I also remember you saying, "It is all the same." Literally, around the world it is all the same just a different language.

After New York, I did try to return to Norwalk, Connecticut to try and go through a second battle of full and sole custody of you, but Cooch and Taylor, my attorneys, and I lost despite everything I put in place to receive you. After your mom's (Yolonda) restraining order was granted in December 2015 while I was in Chicago, Illinois, I have never seen you since July 2015 after the Walt Disney World trip. I have not spoken or seen your mother since December 2015 over the court teleconference. Over the December 2015 teleconference, I did mention you can contact me whenever you are ready and no one else. As mentioned in Journal Entry Blog Post #79, January 13, 2022 was the first and last email I received from your mother.

I also registered you through South Carolina information systems, Illinois information systems, Massachusetts information systems, and Washington, DC information systems. Your mother registered you in Maryland information systems and Delaware information systems.

I got other photos and your mom sent me photos too. Those will be shared when you reach out to me. To protect you, the government does let me know that your mother is using your information to gain whatever benefits she can get and I am doing the same thing after she does it. Corporate America provides me all functions and services I can apply to keep your information safe. Your credit information has been locked down by me and connected to me via Equifax, TransUnion, and Experian. Your health information is being provided by CVS, Walgreens, and Rite-Aid and connected to me. Education wise I am aware I can request the records from your school, but decided against because I already know you will easily figure out everything. Despite all that is going on in the world, I think the public understands Daddy Manley Marrell "Marvell" Collins will file lawsuits first, then physically hurt in reality if they continue to do him or his offspring. I am always in the ready position with all my physical training. No one living including Jesus has seen heaven or hell, but humans were told a story to believe it. Yes, I am a true Christian to heart, mind, and soul and believe there is a God, but science and humans made some REAL modifications on what to believe. At my current age, no one reads, listens, comprehend, or correct themselves despite how much information is put out, then try to make me believe I am the cause of the situation, and wonder where and why all the fighting is happening.

Top Song Played from Elsa Doll

Let It Go from Frozen - Idina Menzel

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 11

Part 10

The tour moved on, sometimes Steve went to shows, sometimes he didn't. They were still figuring out just how much in the public eye he should be. Eddie was more than willing to flaunt the man for all to see. But he also wanted to keep him all for himself. Steve was very easily able to occupy himself, whether it was going out on the town with Eddie's card or spending it in the hotel.

More than once, he thought back to the den Eddie had made during his rut. He felt silly for getting so worked up about it and at the same time it made him hope. Eddie had already announced to the world that they were together. Was it so far fetched that more could be on the horizon?

The tour had landed in Washington DC and one morning Steve woke up to something fluttering against his nose. It scrunched up and he batted it away before they quickly returned. He let out a whine and finally opened his eyes. It was so close to his face it was hard to identify it as anything more than a piece of paper.

Then his eyes focused.

"Is that-?" Steve shot up and Eddie pulled them out of his reach, teasing before handing them over.

"I know you're big on basketball. I don't know if the Wizards are your team, but maybe the other guys are, or maybe not, but I thought you and that kid could have fun today."

Steve's eyes were shining. Since they were in D.C., he had mentioned meeting up with one of the kids he used to babysit. Lucas definitely wasn't a kid anymore, fully in college now, but Steve was still close with them. And he was sitting here with two tickets to a game.

"What's the occasion?", Steve asked, still feeling like he needed to justify being spoiled sometimes.

Eddie kissed his shoulder. “To thank you for helping me out with my rut.”

“You didn’t have to do that”, Steve beamed at the tickets. “I would’ve helped anyway. You weren’t exactly forcing my hand.”

“Still, think of it as annnnnn apertif, to when I help you out with your heat?”

Eddie’s voice had a questioning lilt to it and he tilted his head, as if there was a world where Steve wouldn’t let him do that. Only problem was…

“You won’t really need to worry about that”, Steve said. “My birth control stops those.”

And then Eddie put on the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes and Steve’s heart broke a little but he also found it endearing. “So, no heat?”

Steve set the tickets down and leaned in, cupping Eddie's cheek as he kissed him. "Trust me, it's for the better."

Eddie had a dreamy look in his eyes as he recovered from the kiss. "How so?"

Steve traced one of the tats on his chest. "Because you definitely would have triggered it by now if I wasn't."

"Hmm, not hearing a negative so far."

Steve chuckled and pushed Eddie onto his back as he climbed on top of him. "If you think I'm clingy now..."

"Sweet thing, I was ready to change my address to 123 Stevie's Perfect Pussy Lane. Take a right at Angelic Thighs Avenue."

Steve's cheeks warmed. It was too early in the morning for this. He'd just woken up.

"Yeah? Daddy likes my thighs?" Steve swung one over Eddie so that he was sitting on his hips.

Eddie nodded hurriedly.

Steve hid his smile in Eddie's neck, loving how eager he always was. "And you think my pussy's perfect?", he whispered in his ear.

They weren't done having their previous conversation. And it would have to be more than one talk. Still, the fact that Steve wanted to talk about it at all spoke volumes about Eddie.

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corrodedcoffinsightings: Steve spotted at a Wizards game

good&grate: no way Eddie is dating a prep AND a jock

lacorbinbleucheese: this means anyone who got into edgy style thanks to cc literally had no chance

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"I can't go off them before your tour's done", Steve said one afternoon they had free while the others set up. They were sitting in a private restaurant in South Carolina. It was honestly one of the better Thanksgivings Steve ever had. They weren't calling it that, but it was happening this week.

Eddie wasn't expecting that. He hadn't brought it up since the first time they talked about it. But if anyone was going to re-start it, it would have to be Steve. Eddie wasn't going to ask him to mess up his cycle or change his medication just because he wanted to fuck a wanton omega.

"So, you want to do it?", he asked.

"I don't know", Steve answered. "I'm just kind of, talking through it. And the first rule is that you can't have any obligations like a whole tour to get through. I'm not going to keep you from that."

"Understandable", Eddie nodded. "What else?"

Steve thought about the impermanence of the hotels they had been sleeping in. Even if he had to take down his nest right after, he wanted to illusion of having a permanent one. He wanted to feel completely safe and at home.

"It has to be somewhere one of us actually lives. Either my place or yours. I don't want it to be in a hotel or the tour bus or any place like that."

Eddie smiled and grabbed Steve's hand. He kissed each of his fingertips. "My baby wants a good place to nest", he said, reading him like a book. And he would do what any good alpha did and give him that place.

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They were getting close to the end of the tour. The weather had technically cooled, but as they were traveling down south, Steve hardly noticed a change. Tonight the band was playing in Georgia and the show was supposed to be over but Steve knew the guys were going out for drinks before coming back. It was a bit after midnight when Gareth texted him.

Gareth: If you've got something to fix Eddie's mood, please do it.

Steve had just the thing, but he wondered what happened. He was able to get his answer as he heard Eddie come in, grumbling. Steve was in the bathroom, the door cracked just a bit to help his voice carry.

"Rough night?"

"Some bastard at the bar thought he could chime in on what I do in my private life." Eddie kicked his shoes off and crashed onto the couch, letting his head fall back. "Just so fucking annoying, I wanted to bash his fucking head in."

Steve checked himself over in the bathroom mirror, fluffing his hair a little. He considered makeup but decided against it. "Well, Gareth knew you'd be in a mood and asked me to help fix it."

Eddie lifted his head and realized Steve was taking his time in the bathroom. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah", Steve said, finally coming out and leaning against the doorway, soaking in Eddie's reaction. Right before they'd left for the tour, he'd taken Eddie's card to do a little shopping in a costume shop. What he'd got felt a little daring, as he'd never worn anything like this before, but he got the feeling Eddie would appreciate it.

He had on one of those stereotypical tavern maid dresses. One that had such a low shoulder that everything was pretty much visible until about halfway down his chest.

"I think I might have the right fix for you." Steve sauntered over, relishing Eddie's dropped jaw. "Every knight deserves as good drink, doesn't he?"

Eddie nodded speechlessly.

Emboldened, Steve pulled the skirt up to just above his knee. "Would you like to partake, brave warrior?"

Considered Eddie's mood lifted.

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Florida was the last leg of the tour, so Steve made sure to actually go to these shows. And true to the band's word, they had breakfast before the first show in New York and afterward had dinner after the last show here.

They settled at a table in a diner that had probably seen better days but it had its own charm. It was late so there weren't many other patrons. And Steve was feeling really touchy after seeing a whole crowd scream for Eddie, reaching out to touch him, some even doing so when the band signed autographs afterwards.

He had started off innocently leaning against him but was sitting completely in Eddie's lap by the time their food came. So Steve fed them both. The other guys didn't look put off at all, having gotten used to their closeness.

It was mid-December now and when the calendar changed, Steve worried over Christmas. He already knew he'd need to return to Indiana for the holiday party with the Sinclairs, which was where everyone else was gathering. But Steve was also thinking about how after that, he might be ready to spend his heat with Eddie.

Steve had already looked into a different brand of birth control, one that would still do the job but allow him to have heats. But he didn't know how to ask Eddie about his plans. For so long the plan was the tour and Eddie had brought them up himself. Steve wasn't so blind to think he'd be invited to meet Eddie's family during the holidays but if he knew anything, he might be able to coordinate-

"So you celebrating with Wayne this year?", Grant asked.

"Yeah", Eddie answered, patting Steve's hip absentmindedly. "Old man's been wantin' to go ice fishing and I think this year I'll finally take him."

"What about New Years?", Steve asked.

Eddie smiled at him. "CC's got an event we're performing. But after that, it's vacation time."

"A well needed one", Jeff sighed.

"What do you normally do on vacation?", Steve asked.

"Sleep, game, sleep, eat, movies, game. Basically become a shut in until Chrissy tells me we need new music", Eddie said.

"Time for hibernation", Gareth yawned. "See ya in spring."

Steve hummed a little, giving Eddie his full attention as he leaned his head in. "Well I was thinking you could spend winter somewhere a little bit...warmer?"

Eddie brushed his thumb against Steve's lips. "How warm?"

"Warm", Steve said. "Warmer", he said as Eddie's hand dragged from his lips down his neck. "Warmer, warmer, warm-", he let out a small gasp once Eddie's hand cupped him through his pants.

"This warm?"

Steve nodded, biting his lip as Eddie gave him slow, short strokes.

"After New Year's, I can be all yours." He was almost fully ready to let Eddie finger him right here in front of his friends in what seemed like the last diner on Earth, but Eddie pulled his hand away.

"Other way around baby, I'll be all yours."

I am getting very close to writing exhibitionist Steve solely for Corroded Coffin and I might be okay with that.

Next part: Crimmas? Heat? Stay tuned!

Part 12

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Pandora walks to Slythrins' room (how does she know a password, who knows) and make a B-line straight to Regulus: Here’s the plan. You. Me. We move to Washington DC. We work a minimum wage job, we live in a one bedroom apartment, we make ends meet but it’s okay. We’re happy. You fall in love with a law student, I fall in live with a bartender with daddy issues and a heart of gold. One night we’re out late, we’re at a monument, maybe we’re a little high. We see a carving in the back of the statue. We decide to look into it, why not. The law student gets us into a secret section of the library of congress (he’s doing a report on it). Who bursts in? THE FBI! We’ve uncovered something, we’re scared, we’re confused, we’re in the holding cell and who busts us out through the air vents? The bartender with daddy issues and a heart of gold. We come up with a plan. What do we steal? Not the declaration of independence, the articles of confederation. We take it to the statue and the carving. It’s a cipher, what’s it say? Ben Franklin was homosexual but that’s ok. We been knew.

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nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no specifications)

Word Count: 2200 words

Warnings: pretty much everything, ejaculations, penetration, sex toys, oral sex, exhibitionism, lingerie kink, humiliation kink, daddy kink, oral fixation, size difference. if I missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: Here it is! thank you all for voting in my poll and if you see something interesting let me know so we can expand it! :)

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Sam loves taking care of you, he likes showering you and caressing you while doing so before returning you to bed with him. Drying your hair and your skin with a soft blanket and then tenderly applying lotions on both of you, he never stops praising you and being soft and tender with you. He loves cuddling you and acting like the big spoon engulfing you inside his embrace & keeping you warm. He is also a big pajama wearer ever since moving to Washington dc so he dresses you in them as well. He completely adores you and he makes sure to take his time showing his devotion and admiration to you.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favorite body part of his are his hands, especially his fingers, he knows what kind of effect they have on you and he loves driving you wild with them, the possibilities are endless. Although he is also pretty much a cock guy. When it comes to a lover, Sam is mostly an ass guy but he is also into breasts as much as any guy, all in all, his favorite parts of a woman are her mouth and lips, loves getting kissed and caressed, and all the soft things.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Sam loves shooting his cum inside you and watching it spill out slowly, he also loves feeding you his cum with his fingers and when he finishes a blowjob he headlocks your head in for maximum effect. Sometimes he also loves painting you with his cum and shooting it all over your breasts just to make you lick it all again. He is also known to something leaving marks on your clothes for you to find later, just cause.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Sam's dirty secret is that he is into humiliation for you, he would take it to the extreme but he respects you too much for it. If he could parade around nude with a collar on a leash he would be happy. he loves knowing that he'd own you completely but only during the act and he loves it the more teary-eyed you are.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Sam is an experienced man, there's almost nothing he hasn't tried yet as he is very adventurous and always up for new things. He knows how to do everything you ask of him and he loves pleasing your wishes. He loves finding out your body and meeting your needs and suppressing your expectations to the max.

F= Favorite position

On your back of course, holding your hands together and slamming his whole body onto yours, followed closely by missionary just to watch you struggle underneath him and your tummy bulge and lastly, he loves it when you are riding his face, one first around his cock, another hand on your clit rubbing.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He can become very goofy during sex especially when he wants to tease you and makes the most obscure references to things while doing so. He will mock you in a joking way & he's rarely serious about it. The only times he is serious during the act is when he's feeling grief or something intense during an unsolved mission for instance.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Sam is the most well-groomed man in the world, he loves his showers, he loves his lotions & his oils. He always smells incredible and he takes care of himself in every was possible.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Sam is very much a romantic intimate guy. He will stop to make a love confession to you, kiss your face, call you pretty, recall a past action of yours he particularly adored and mostly he will make you feel as loved and secure as ever before. Worshipping you comes naturally to him and as vocal as he is he won't stop praising you. Even when he gets rough or punishing he never fails to you beautiful and sexy.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Sam only masturbates on late-night overseas calls with you or when you are getting punished by him. During calls he is more desperate and goes faster at it with his big hand wrapped around his girthy cock, stroking himself with precum falling off his fingers so deliciously. At the other times though he does it more slowly, caressing his veins in such a teasing way that his own cock twitches for more attention. He also does have a fleshlight but he uses it more rarely.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Sam likes the thrill of almost getting caught, not that he'd ever allow you to be exposed to anything because he's just that good but he loves knowing that five minutes before guests are supposed to arrive, you are at the decorated dinner table getting eaten out. Also, he is known to be slipping fingers inside you during conversations with people knowing people would never manage to point it out. And of course the daddy thing which is the first kink of his you ever find out because he does refers to him like that during the act.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Sam loves getting you alone in the shower, ever since you met him you have never taken a shower or a bath on your own, he always shows up. Another favorite place of his is the car, especially for blow jobs because he says it gives him the chance to prove how good of a driver he is but he also loves fingering you in the car. Another favorite place of his is the dinner table, either on it or against it.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Clothes are what motivates him, the way they hang on your body, the way you walk, the way you smell, the way you might repeat an action that entices him. He is extremely observant so he always has his eyes on you somehow observing all of your micro-expressions. During the act what makes him more feral are the sounds of your wet pussy and when those first mantras of daddy begin to fall off your lips, that's when he gets brutal and needy himself.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Sam doesn't have many turnoffs. He would never do anything you wouldn't want to do and he would always stop the minute you'd ask him to. He would listen to you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Sam is a king at pussy eating, he loves using both the tip and the flat of his tongue to maximize your pleasure. He holds your thighs down and goes to town in such a way that will have you shaking again and again. He loves sucking on the clit like a lollipop, he likes using his fingers along with his tongue to make you squirm and he enjoys slurping up all of your juices, cleaning you completely. Now when it comes to receiving he loves a partner who tries to deep throat because let's be real that thing is huge you will choke yourself on it no matter how hard you try but that's one of the things he loves the most. Sometimes he might even use your mouth as a resting place for his cock. Overall he loves oral sex both for giving and receiving and he loves it most when he does it in a semi-public setting.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Sam is fast but he prefers it slow. He only picks up the pace when he needs to make you go crazy. He could last all night if you let him and once a week he loves taking off the whole day just to fuck you in any position possible, it's what motivates him better.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Quickies are not the preferred for Sam, he loves taking his time and overstimulating and edging you at the same time, so for him a quickie could only happen if he was that desperate for you, hasn't seen you in a while and needs you immediately or in a public setting (family dinner in the bathroom, club sex, dressing room quickie)

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Sam loves taking risks. There's almost nothing he wouldn't want to try, together or on you or on himself. The minute he finds out about something new he would love to try it out with you. Sam is always up for a good experience, he says it builds character, especially on himself.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Sam can last a LOT. He loves taking his time, quickies are not his favourites, so one pussy eating session could turn into an hour-long affair, a fucking could turn into cockwarming, and back into fucking without him ever losing his hard-on. And even if it does he gets it up pretty quickly. All in all, he loves lasting and dragging out his time, wanting to completely savor the experience. So each round of his would preferably be around 30 minutes up to an hour.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He is pretty much game with any sex toy. He would love to use your vibrator on you just to test you out or to stimulate you, he would use an anal plug just for you to feel some kind of double penetration and he wouldn't mind a cock ring himself. He is also into any kind of accessory, including handcuffs, ropes & masks. As a gadget man, he wouldn't mind even toying with a vibrator to turn into a remote control object turned by his voice.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Sam is a huge teaser. He would touch at any opportunity, smack your ass, squeeze your breast if he can, tease your neck. He'd even lick his fingers to cite a reaction out of you, he would low whisper close to your ear, he'd grunt in a way that would make you jump at him and mostly he would do anything in his position not to leave you alone at all.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Sam can be quite loud with his barite grunts and the way he curses during the act. He tends to be more talkative when he's teasing and right before he starts fucking you, after that he focuses on the sounds because he loves hearing it when he slams inside you, that slapping sound and the sound of wet pussy makes him wild. He tends to also ask you a lot of questions because he likes overstimulating his partner and mostly he moans when you blow him off, maybe the only time during the act he's not that talkative. He also likes groaning every time he enters you.

W= Wild card (random sin cannon of any sort)

Sam is so incredibly into getting his fingers sucked, he loves mouth training and having a partner that has an oral fixation like that, he loves a partner that prefers letting him take control for the most part. He is also very into masturbating with your lingerie although that would be a little bit harder for him to admit. He definitely has one drawer full of your own underwear.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Sam has a very muscular and well-toned body. His workouts are intense and he participates in all kinds of sports. His huge biceps are the result of weight lifting and his incredible stamina comes from his active lifestyle. He's also incredibly well-endowed and leaves anyone begging for it. His cock is girthy and uncut, full of veins with an almost aggressive tip.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

Sam possesses a medium sex drive, as a former soldier he is very disciplined and very in control of his emotions and actions so he never slips but when he needs he can become pretty unpredictable. Sam is after all a spontaneous kind of person. So depending on his object of lust his sex drive increases.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Sam is a big cuddler so he prefers wrapping his arms around you and bringing you close to him before he falls asleep, preferably with his nose buried inside your hair. The peaceful sound of you breathing in your sleep is what drifts him off to sleep, he is a very much a doing things together so he loves it when you fall asleep together after sex.

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OLD ENOUGH 2 DIE

Re4 Leon X Fem! Reader

Tw - drug trafficking

P in v, finger stuff

You were a spoiled bitch, had daddy's money to take care of anything.

"Daddy - pleasee com'on It's only 2k, can you transfer the money? Yay! Thank you daddy mwah"

Spoken into the brand new phone you got, you had money, had everything. Never went a day without living like a queen, never understanding poor people 'ugh why can't you just work harder? Honestly it's not that hard ' said to thousands of waiters at 5 star restaurants. Never even tipped em, throughout high school you were a dick to everyone, if they weren't hot and skinny. Classic mean girl to be honest

"Hunny, absolutely not. We can all tell that bag is a fake, it's embarrassing.. you should honestly thank me for telling you how stupid you look.."

"Oh! That's not.."

"Babes, you know I want the best for you so.. that dress really makes you look fat, maybe wear something more flattering?"

Backhanded comments were your LIFE, had every privilege, didn't even try in school. Just sucked and fucked your way to A's, but you were hot so it's fine! It doesn't matter if the pretty girl makes the slug kill herself? She's all innocent, everyone who tried to defend you was hilarious. "Oh she's just insecure!!" Bullshit, no you weren't? You just hated all those chicks. Rightfully so, they were all annoying whores.

You were just treating them how they deserved to be, not like any of them had a future besides sucking dick.. you're different though, that's what you always told yourself. Sure you dressed like a skimpy bimbo, fucked the sports team twice. But you're different, an exception to the slut rule..

"Daddy can you send me an Uber? I don't have enough money in my account. Dad I said I spent it all shopping- no dad please- it's gonna be night soon, I NEED an Uber. Daddy? UGH" stomping your feet, making your own little hissy fit in the middle of the street, clutching the little pink fur purse you bought, looking around at all the people staring at you. Pout on your face and brows furrowed, throwing your phone on the ground and walking away, you were a good half hour away from home, and these boots were NOT made for walking. They were brand new plus, wouldn't wanna ruin em. And to top it all off it was freezing cold, like -15C. All you had was a white fur coat belted around your waist, with stupid little ear muffs. Couldn't even find matching gloves, freezing cold at Six PM alone on a Friday night, with no phone .. what a perfect day!

Stomping off not really knowin' where you're going isn't that smart though, but you were never a smart kid. Never did drugs or anything like that, just not very smart in the real world. Couldn't read signs, or fight, or have basic common courtesy. Shuffling your feet through the snow for god knows how long till tik street lights flicker on. By this point you got no clue where you are, started off downtown now you were in the middle of fucktown with nothing you recognize, see this is why daddy should've moved to a smaller town after The business deal, that way cops wouldn't be on his ass and you would know where you're going. Sure DC was the place to be! Except for the fact it's the stupidest place to be if your main source of income is drug trafficking, you didn't care where daddy got his money as long as you got it in the end. But what you did care about is when daddy refused to be smart about his shit. Like what are you on if you think moving to Washington is a good idea after makin' a major deal, you're dad was important. He was wanted for a lot. But you didn't do anything wrong, you're innocent! So you never cared about what would happen if dear old dad got caught, he could buy himself out of trouble just like before.

Still aimlessly walking up and down the streets trying to find anything identifiable when you hear footsteps behind you.

Turning your head to see who's behind you, and it's a taller man with blonde hair, it's getting dark so there's not that many details. He's wearing  really weird clothes, just staring at you, his eyes narrow and look at your face in the flickering lights before opening his dumb mouth

"Listen, we can make this easy kid. Just come with me back-" he started speaking, stepping towards you. Immediate nope, fuck that, the police actually caught the hell on? AND THEY WENT AFTER YOU? Worst day ever, dropping your bag and making a run for it just like daddy said.

"Sweetie, if the cops ever find you, and are onto you. Run. And run far."

Never actually thought what that old sack of shit said mattered, I mean nothing bad ever happens to you.

Running around corners, frantically, heart racing, why, why, why, why. You had NOTHING to do with daddies private shit, if anything you're a victim to his crimes.. yeah victim! I mean dad was a creep sometimes, huggin' a bit too tight, grabbing your ass like you were his girlfriend. Even though mom was dead for a long time, he never got over her and I guess you looked closest to her?

Running into an alley way, like any smart fucken girl would, totally. There was a chain link fence, then what looked like a field leading to someone's apartment building? Pretty sure someone from school lives there, yeah Milo in Chem 100% does he's the welfare kid and this was the poor side of town. Bingo.

"Ah- not so fast"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Don't even reply, no don't reply, you have about five fucking seconds before getting dragged away and everything taken away. Pathetically trying to pull yourself over the fence, y'know if you really tried you could do it. But you don't try. Feeling a hand grab your ankle, pull you down ripping your cute coat, if you're gonna kidnap a girl at least keep her shit nice damn. He throws you down, trying to scramble up only to get immediately knocked out and your unconscious body dragged away.

"fuck" you mutter under your breath, opening your eyes drowsy, vision kinda blurry but you can see everything, trying to move your hands and legs but then feeling the rough rope press against your sensitive skin, looked like you were an old ass storage unit, some boxes piled up in the corner, walls looked rusty. A table in the middle of the small room, and a guy just standing there. Few seconds later lights flicker on, they're dim but you can now see detail in everything. That includes your unknown kidnapper? Or agent? Or cop? He wasn't really dressed like any of them, wore a dark blue t shirt,tactical black pants, and black gloves. Not sure what profession of people wear that, plus he was too cute to just be a random kidnapper, pretty blonde hair with gorgeous blue eyes and a muscular figure.

"Oh you're awake, huh thought that would've taken longer." He says eyes darting towards you as you try to wiggle out of the rope, it's tight. "Who the fuck are you? Where's my dad! Do you even know who I am?" You say acting as if your dad was a fucken celebrity and not a filthy pig. You knew you were in a deep fucken mess, so when in doubt, lie. Lie about everything, you're innocent, no Mr. officer my father would never! You have the wrong girl I'm just a highschooler !

"Don't play dumb missy, cut the shit. Let's get to the point, I know your dear old dad is involved with a lot. And so are you, aren't you? So why don't you tell me where dad does all his importing and where he gets the shit from, hm?" He says coldly, almost as if he's talkin' to a little kid. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go!" You whine staring up at him, he's just standing infront of you arms crossed over his chest, getting a better look at him, he wasn't just a random guy, he looked important. Didn't know why though, a sigh comes from his lips as he blinks slowly at you, "honey, I really don't wanna get messy. Just hand over the information and you can go back to doin' whatcha do, I don't care." He said, arms still folded over his chest, he was a good fifteenth-ish feet away from you and your chair, you grit you teeth, brows furrowed as you stare at this guy. Pissed off, "don't call me honey, I told you I don't know what you're talkin' about." You mutter to him, pout on your stupid lips.

"You're a bad actor, it's really obviously. Plus you're on file, darling. Now can you just tell me the important stuff?" He said putting on an obvious fake begging face, puppy eyes and all. You were trying to get untied, only getting rope burns on your wrists, squirming and whimpering in that tiny wood chair. "I didn't do anything, I don't know what daddy does to get money.. talk to him not me" you say batting your lashes, pushing your face out towards him, he takes another step forward. Putting his arms down, lookin' at you like you were some thing he found on the bottom of his shoe. "You have the face of a pornstar" he says out of the fucking blue, such a handsome voice but such a shocking thing. "I'm in highschool, pig." You scrowl jaw clenched, tone change from 'inccocent little girl' to 'raging bitch.' like a public appearance vs how you act in private. "Mm, well you're eighteen now correct? Nothing's wrong with that now is it? And it's just a fact, you've fucked and sucked your way up. No way someone like you is about to pass, in truth you're a pathetic attempt at human and a failure of whatever we can even call your sorry ass. But at least you make up with it for a massive rack and cute face"

Ouch. Okay.

Words didn't even form, jaw dropped, eyes shocked. Honestly not even knowing what to say, what do you say to that? 'oh yes sorry Mr man you're right I'm a dirty slut!" Absolutely not, because you aren't. "So, you gonna answer me?" He says, he's just a few feet away from you, leaning down to your whiny ass face. A small smirk on his dumb lips,

"fuck. you."

He just looked blankly, at you, almost dumbfounded by how much of a fucking MORAN you were, tied up in small place, no one knows where you are, daddies house is probobly getting raided and he's waiting in jail or has twenty bullets through his back while you're agonizing this man five times your size whom you are at HIS mercy. But hey, it could be worse. He could've killed ya already, he obviously needs you alive. So you're safe, for now. He cups your chin making you look at him directly

"You're such a dumb whore." He whispers letting you go, can't lie he's hot, feeling a throb in your legs, lump in your throat and pushing your thighs together, dumb little slut. Just fuck my brains out already oh my god.

"Seriously? Getting horny in an integration, fuck little missy you really are a freak." He says laughing to himself looking at your pathetic bitch display, all dumb n needy, breath rasp and heavy, feeling an emptiness only filled by fat dick, staring at the man, didn't even know his name, never told ya. He gets close up again and sticks to fingers in your mouth, pushing them back. Your tounge running around them, sucking, like a good little fuck doll. Sloppy and all wet, pulling his index and middle finger out your mouth saliva dripping off of it, stupid ass smirk on his face rubbing his fingers down your chest, over your pretty white shirt and over your tits. You're still bound to the chair, wanting nothin' more then to get bent over and fucked till you can't even remember daddies in trouble, this entire moment is just pure lust. He gives you the look like, 'is this what you really want? Seriously?' and of course you reply with a

"I'll answer you if you give me what I want."

That's all it took for him to untie you from that god forsaken chair, just to tie your hands together again. Push you onto your back, pressing your thighs apart. You aren't wearing much, your coat was gone lost somewhere in the ally, only wearing black shorts and a white top. Stupid for the middle of winter but it was hot.   He takes out a small switch blade from his pocket cutting open your shirt and shorts off, pornstar tits popping out in a little pink bra also exposing the matching panties. Even all finished off with a cute little bow, unzipping his pants his dick springs out, your pussy THROBBING, aching. He cuts the shit off and pushes you firmly on the ground, your arms still bound above your head, his chest just over yours pushing into you, stretching you open. His tip resting nicely in your cervix when he starts rockin' back and forth. Hitting you all the good spots, moaning n' a mess, hes pretty much silent groaning here and there when he speeds up, lifting you up slightly, more like your at an angel on him, he grips your back and rocks you back and forth, feeling your walls tighten  around him feeling all numb and high, cumming over his fat cock, his pull out games fast. Just as you finish he pushes you back on your neck and unloads on your stupid face, 'before grabbing you lazily and pressing your body against his, you were all dumb and covered in your own mess. But he was gentle with you, soft, he was nice. Nicer then anyone else had been, softer then anyone else despite fucking your brains out. His breath was heavy as he held onto you, chest to chest. Can't tell if he's doing' this cause he feels some sort of pity for you but fuck if you care it's comforting, you felt all warm and fuzzy. Weird.

"Please don't leave me here."

"I know you're eighteen, years old, but you're still old enough to die. Right here. Right now. So talk"

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

My Top 10 list

Favorite Daddy Sex Scandals: Part III

Whether rumored or proven fact, these are a few of my favorite Daddy Sex Scandals.

10. Rex Ryan Foot Fetish

Back in 2010 with the New York Jets are on the verge of making the playoffs, but the focus was off the field as coach Rex Ryan is being asked whether his wife, Michelle, posted foot-fetish videos on the Internet. Ryan never denied report that shows a number of videos of a woman who looks very much like his wife showing off her feet while a cameraman -- who sounds like Ryan -- talks to the woman. Years later, he would admit his love of feet.

Sure, this is mild compared to others on this list, but I like Rex. And I can respect a man who loves his wife… and feet.

9. Tampongate

If there’s a scandal you think of in association with Charles, it’s probably this one. This situation involved Charles, a six-minute phone call and some racy banter between the then Prince of Wales and his mistress, in which he expressed a desire to be reincarnated as Camilla’s Tampax. While Charles was newly separated from Princess Diana at the time the story was published in 1992, the call was recorded five years earlier when he was still very much married, and Camilla was still Mrs. Andrew Parker Bowles. Tampongate tanked Charles’ popularity and Camilla a target for scathing press attention. It’s also thought to have accelerated his divorce.

This proves my theory, no matter what you say about Camilla's looks, her pussy is grrreat.

8. Seventh-term U.S. Congressman Caught Cheating

Republican U.S. Rep. Jeff Duncan said he will not run for an eighth term in his solidly Republican South Carolina district. Probably because his reputation for conservative family values was diminished last year when his wife filed for divorce, saying the congressman left her and was having a sexual relationship with a lobbyist. She said he had been unfaithful before during their 35-year marriage. Apparently, Duncan plans to marry said DC DC lobbyist with whom he's currently living with. SCANDALOUS.

Well… he did look like he would/could be into fuckery.

I just wish it was with me.

7. Sweden’s Carl XVI Gustaf

In 2010, a book on King Carl XVI Gustaf’s private life alleged he was a philanderer and a regular at sex clubs hosted by infamous Mafia boss, Mille Markovic in the earlier years of his reign having had numerous affairs with younger women. He had a secret love affair in the 1990s with Camilla Henemark, a Nigerian-Swedish pop singer and he visited exclusive strip clubs during foreign visits; in Atlanta during the 1996 Olympics (spending two hours in a room alone with a stripper) and in Slovakia in 2008. And after one big dinner ­celebrating a successful elk hunt, he is said to have enjoyed sex with two women at the same time. Claims he never denied.

OK, now I want to fuck him more.

6. Ex-Senator Accused of Sexual Misconduct

David Boren was a governor, a three term United States Senator and the president of the University of Oklahoma. He resigned from his last post after a sexual-misconduct investigation. Even more accusations spanning decades, through Boren's time as a US Senator and Governor which describe he allegedly sexually harassed male aides during his time in Washington. During his campaign for Senate in 1978, he was accused of being gay. Boren denied this, swearing on a family Bible at a news conference that he was not gay or bisexual. He's married. But… where there's smoke, there's fire.

Now sexually harassing people is wrong, but if Boren was sexually harassing me. I’d think I’d hit the jackpot. What? I had a thing for him back when he was a senator. Don’t judge me.

5. Bobby Petrino Motorcycle Scandal

Back in in 2011, the then-51-year-old, Arkansas Razorbacks head coach, Bobby Petrino, a married father of four, had maintained an inappropriate relationship with Dorrell, who was 25 years old at the time, for a "significant" period of time. At one point, Long said, Petrino had given Dorrell a $20,000 gift. All this came out after his now-infamous motorcycle crash in 2011, amid the scandal that led to his firing as the Razorbacks’ head coach. Sadly, the only way I’d catch his interest is if I was woman, blonde, a former volleyball player and into riding motorcycles.

Wait a minute, I can dye my hair, I did play volleyball recreationally and I did ride a motorcycle a few times. Now lets see if I can get him to like dick.

WHAT. I can dream.

4. The Prince and The Sex Offender

Accusations including the association with convicted sex offenders Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, the groping of a woman’s breast and underage sex with a then 17 year old Virginia Giuffre. Throw in he’s an entitled, arrogant asshole and the 72 teddy bears on the bed thing. He had to be stripped of his military and royal titles, resigned from public duties and is living in recluse with his ex Fergie. Andrew has denied any wrongdoing, including in his settlement with Giuffre in 2022. It was a fall from grace for the 64-year-old, who was once second in line to the throne.

3. Bonneville Pegged

Downton Abbey star Hugh Bonneville allegedly hired renowned prostitute and ex-Big Brother star Helen Wood and took out a court injunction to keep it a secret. But Wood broke the cardinal rule of prostitution when she outed Bonneville back in 2012. She also said he was an was a disgusting kisser. He kissed like a virgin and told how she asked the man if he wanted her to use a sex toy on him and that he “eagerly agreed”.

After hearing this, I'll never look at Hugh or his ass in the same way again.

2. The Kraft Day Spa Scandal

In February 2019, Robert Kraft, the billionaire owner of the New England Patriots was charged with soliciting a prostitute. Kraft proves a theory of mine that if a man who was married for a long time (over 45 years) and loses his wife by divorce or in this case, death. Would go crazy for some new strange. He’s fucking a twenty something model/wanna be actress, getting hand jobs at cheap massage parlors and hanging around rappers. Strippers/groupies anyone. And included in all that, I bet he experimenting in man on man sex. You can’t tell me he hasn’t had his dick sucked by a man. By now he's settled down in his marriage to new wife, 32 years his junior.

I ain't mad at him. I'm just mad they didn't release the tape of him in the massage parlors.

1. The King and The Servant

Not to be confused with 'Cash for Titles' scandals, but both involve His Majesty and his former palace valet, Michael Fawcett, one of his closest advisers. Charles has been dogged by gay rumors for decades ever since his marriage to Princess Diana hit the rocks. It’s well known that throughout his 15-year marriage to Di, Charles was carrying on with the wife of one of his close friends, Camilla Parker-Bowles, whom he ultimately wed in 2005. But allegedly, a former palace servant claimed to have seen then Prince Charles and Fawcett having sex when he brought the monarch his breakfast. Hell, even Di had her doubts about the Prince’s sexuality when she heard about the allegations.

Looks like all the proof to these claims has disappeared (lost tape recording of these claims) or died (the servant and Diana ). Do I think it's true. Lets just say, Charles looks the type to experiment.

Why is it #1? It has spawned many a fanfiction featuring His Majesty.

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Taking Comfort (In Your Arms) - Epilogue

October 6, 1951, 1130 Hours, Southern Pines, NC

Pulling to a stop at the air base, he threw the car into park, relaxing in his seat. His eyes swept the area, watching the activity around the airfield, enjoying a moment of quiet after the busy morning. Several men moved around, caulking planes as they rolled to a stop. 

“Daddy, what are we doing here?” His daughter’s sweet, quiet voice pulled him from his thoughts as he looked over his shoulder. She was standing in the backseat, eyes watching the activity of the field. 

Adjusting in his seat, John threw his arm over the back of the seat. “Momma’s working for a bit longer then we’ll pick her up.” 

“Momma flyin’?” His son’s voice piped up, as he clambered to stand next to his older sister. 

Margaret ‘Maisie’ Egan was born January 1946, much to the surprise of her parents. She was the present they didn’t intend on bringing back from England.  About a month after they had gotten settled in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, Addie was sick, tired, and wouldn’t get better. After a trip to the doctor’s, it was discovered she was pregnant, John being over the moon at the news.

From the moment she was born, Maisie had her parents wrapped around her tiny fingers, John especially. Addie had to be the stern parent from time to time, due to John not being able to say no to her. Maisie was inquisitive and wasn’t shy about asking questions or wondering why something worked the way it did. She loved to hear stories and be read to. She kept them on their toes, Addie admitting she was just like their younger daughter when she was her age. 

Addie’s flying career was put on pause with the announcement; yet she still taught the men on the ground while pregnant. It didn’t take long for the men to come to respect her, despite her being a female and pregnant.  She made sure the men knew she wouldn’t take any of their crap and it earned her their respect fairly quickly. 

The last few years have been great for the Egan family. Addie and John learned how to navigate their new lives with an infant. There were a lot of trials and errors as they figured out how to balance their work schedules with family time. Weekends were reserved for exploring their town and enjoying their time with Maisie. 

Six months after Maisie had made her appearance, the small family made the move from Kansas to Washington, DC so John could finish his degree. Addie had flourished in her career, continuing to train men at each base they had settled at. As Addie had said with each move, she was “just along for the ride.” 

While they were in Washington, they found out Addie was pregnant once more. Robert John Egan was born March 1948, just over two years after they had welcomed Maisie. Robbie, as he was known, was quieter than his sister. He was observant and loved his momma and Meatball over anyone else. As he had gotten older, he had broken out of his shell, taking more after his father, his enthusiasm and singing abilities shining through. Though the older he got, the more he was becoming thick as thieves with his older sister.  John and Addie joked they were in a world of trouble with those two. 

“No, momma’s teaching the boys today.” John grinned, reaching behind him to ruffle Robbie’s hair. “Should we go wait for her to finish up?” 

“Uh huh, let’s go daddy!” Maisie cheered, as he opened his door, stepping out. He slid his aviators on before opening the backseat, scooping Robbie into his arms, holding out his hand for Maisie to grab a hold of to hop out of the car. 

“We need to stay in this area so we’re out of the way while we wait, okay?” He looked at his two small children, both who grinned back at him. 

“Can I go pick the flowers?” Maisie asked, looking up at him with her wide eyes. Nodding, he motioned to the little patch of flowers to the left of them. 

He watched her attempt to skip over to the wildflowers that were randomly planted on the base, delicately touching their petals before pulling a few. He couldn’t believe she was 5 already, growing up so fast. 

“Daddy, planes!” Robbie’s eyes went wide when he saw a C-47 touchdown gracefully before pulling to a stop on a hardstand. 

“That’s a C-47, buddy. That’s a bigger plane than the ones momma and I flew.” John mentioned to him as Robbie watched the activity in front of him.

“Daddy, go up soon?” Robbie’s arm tightened around John’s shoulder, the plea in his voice. John smiled at his question. 

Maisie nor her younger siblings weren’t unfamiliar with planes. Both John and Addie had taken the children up in various planes, getting them used to flying. The children had been up in planes since they were all very young, sometimes finding it was the only thing that soothed them when they were inconsolable.

“We’ll talk to mom about going up soon, alright?” John asked, watching another plane come to a stop on the hardstand, men moving around there caulking the tires. 

Nodding, Robbie laid his head on John’s shoulder, a yawn escaping his mouth. Smiling, John adjusted him in his arms, rubbing a hand on Robbie’s back. 

“John, surprised to see you here on your day off.” A voice called as John looked over his shoulder at the man making his way towards him. 

“Major Winters, you know I can’t stay away very long.” John reached over and shook his hand. “Besides, we’re here to meet Addie for lunch.” 

Major Adam Winters was the first person that made Addie and John feel welcomed on base. He personally showed them around the town and helped them get settled with their small children. He was there with any advice or questions the two had in their first few months. 

“Addie should be landing soon - her crew was radioing into the tower when I stepped out. You didn’t hear it from me but she had some trouble with the training.” Adam grinned, shaking his head. 

John’s eyes went wide; not from worry, Addie could hold her own with the students. But from what the boys did to piss his wife off. “Do I dare ask?” 

“Your wife will tell you. Well, if she doesn’t then someone on the base will. She was yelling through the radio - she’s got a colorful vocabulary and I’m sure you have your hands full.” Adam chuckled, shaking his head. 

John snorted. “You don’t know the half of it, sir.”

“You tell Addie that she has the rest of the week off. She shouldn’t have even been up in that plane, but she weaseled her way into flying today.” Adam gave him a look. “She doesn’t like hearing no, does she?” 

Shaking his head, John smirked. “No, no she doesn’t. I didn’t think she was supposed to go today anyway. Why did she go up?” 

“She was supposed to be teaching in the classroom but one of the men said something that pushed her over the edge, and she wanted to prove a point.” Adam scoffed. “Before we could stop her, she was saying something about barrel rolling a B-17 and that it could be done.” 

Throwing his head back, John laughed at his wife and her antics. “That’s from her ATA days and I’ve read the report after she did it. I’m sure whatever the man did, he had it coming for him. You know her, she doesn’t get angry too easily.” 

Adam chuckled, shaking his hand before heading to where he was originally going. Peeking at Robbie, he saw that he had fallen asleep during the exchange. Rubbing a hand on his back, John smiled, seeing Maisie with a fistful of wildflowers. “Mais, who are you picking flowers for?” 

“Momma needs flowers, daddy.” She came to stand beside him, as he carefully crouched down, admiring her flowers. 

“Those are pretty, Mais.” He commented, a protective hand on Robbie’s back, keeping him safe. “Momma’s going to love those.” 

Hearing the familiar rumble of a plane, he looked to the west, seeing a B-17 nearing the landing strip. “Maisie, look.” 

John watched her, watching the plane, her mouth dropping open as she watched it smoothly touch down. “Woah.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he gave her a look. “You think that’s momma’s plane?” 

Maisie’s eyes swept the area around the plane, looking for the very familiar woman. John’s eyes were training on the yolk, looking for Addie. “Mais, look.” 

Pointing towards the plane, the two watched Addie drop down from the plane and land steadily on her feet. Reaching up, she grabbed her bag before looking over her shoulder at the men congregating around her.  John grinned watching her speak to the men, giving them a stern look. He pushed to his full height, reaching down to grab Maisie’s hand in his. 

Before long, Addie dismissed the men, making her way towards where her family stood. Grinning, she bent down, greeting Maisie as she came running towards her. “Well, this is a nice surprise. Hi, my girl.” 

“Momma! You flew the plane in.” Maisie cheered, hugging Addie with a giggle. “Got you these.” 

Thrusting the flowers forward, Addie oo-ed at them, appreciatively, before smelling them, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head. “They’re so pretty and they smell really good, Maisie. Thank you so much.” 

Pushing herself up, she linked hands with Maisie before they made their way back to where John and Robbie were standing. “This was a nice surprise, seeing you all here.” 

John leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips with a grin. “Always good to see you work. Heard you had a rough flight.”

“Who told you?” Addie grinned, chuckling, running her hand through Robbie’s curls as he slept on John’s shoulder. 

“Adam stopped by just before you landed and said that you were yelling on the radio at your student.” John laughed. “He also slipped that you weren’t supposed to be up in the air today.” 

Addie rolled her eyes with a giggle and a shrug of her shoulders. “He’s right about that - I wasn’t supposed to be up in the air but managed it anyway. I had a cocky jerk in my class today who had a mouth on him - he was challenging me every step of the way so I told him to put his skills where his mouth was and up we went.”

“So what was with the yelling?” John asked, pulling her into his free arm. 

Addie grinned. “I wanted him to do a steep dive, and he was refusing so I bullied him into it. I wanted to see how he’d react with mayhem around him. Let’s just say he’s got some work to do but he’s learned that a female can be a better pilot than a cocky man.” 

“Kicking ass and taking names, Addie.” John laughed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “All in a day’s work.” 

Shrugging, Addie stepped to the side before throwing her bag over her shoulder. “Damn right. Uh . . . John, aren’t you missing something?” 

“What do you mean?” John looked around, seeing Maisie skipping beside them as they walked back to the car. 

Raising an eyebrow, Addie threw her bag in the trunk of the car before crossing her arms. “Our third child - where is she?” 

“Back home - Mrs. Jones offered to watch her.” John shook his head. “I was trying to wrangle all three out the door when Cora decided to throw a temper tantrum.” 

Cordelia “Cora” Elizabeth was the youngest child, just 9 months old. She was born just two months after they moved to North Carolina. She was by far their busiest baby - always had to be in the thick of things and didn’t like to be left behind. John and Addie were already predicting she would be walking before her first birthday, simply needing to keep up with her older sister and brother. 

“You couldn’t handle all three?” Addie smirked, raising an eyebrow at her husband. 

A yawn escaped his mouth as he shook his head. “When they’re perfectly well behaved, yes but Cora decided she wanted to scream and didn’t want to be contained.” 

“The high pitch screaming or just whining?” Addie asked, opening the back seat for Maisie to climb into. 

Digging into his pocket, he handed over the keys before walking around the car to climb into the passenger’s seat, with a nod. “The high pitch scream - her specialty.” 

Addie chuckled climbing into the car, starting the engine with a roar. Looking in the backseat, she saw Maisie flipping through a book. Before backing up, she stole a glimpse of John with Robbie sleeping in his arms - nothing sexier in her mind than her husband cradling their babies while they slept. 

“What are you doing this afternoon?” John asked, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. 

Sighing, Addie eased the car out onto the road, driving back towards the house. “Laundry and probably should re-read my lessons for tomorrow, just so I know what I’m going to be teaching. You?” 

“Should probably read my lessons for tomorrow too but all I want to do is take a nap.” John admitted, rubbing a hand across Robbie’s back. 

Taking a hand off the steering wheel, she reached over and patted his leg. “The kids will be down for a nap so you can take one too - maybe I’ll even join you.” 

Raising an eyebrow, John looked at her, eyes filled with want. His voice dropped so their daughter wouldn’t hear them in the backseat. “A sexy nap?” 

“Perhaps.” She grinned, turning onto their street. “We’ll see how the next little bit goes.” 

John chuckled, shaking his head. Six years of marriage and three kids didn’t slow them down. She was still the sexiest woman he ever laid eyes on and there was no one that could convince him otherwise.

His eyes scanned the street as Addie drove slowly down it. His eyes narrowed and widened when he saw two people sitting on their front porch. “Were you expecting anyone?” 

Easing the car into the driveway, Addie threw it to a stop as she squinted, trying to make out who was sitting on the porch. She felt Maisie twirl her fingers in her hair as she stood behind them. “Uncle Buck!” 

Addie chuckled hearing Maisie call out before pushing open the car door and running off to the porch. Addie giggled watching her daughter throw herself at her uncle, hugging him tightly. “Shall we go greet our guests?” 

John chuckled, opening his door as Addie opened her, pushing herself out of the car with a groan. John held out his hand as she slipped her into his, giving it a squeeze, as they made their way to their porch. “Look who it is, stone in my shoe!” Buck called, pushing to a stand with a big grin on his face. 

“Oh, you know it.” John called back, stepping up to the porch, hand already outstretched. “What brings you here?” 

“I told you we were heading this way.” Buck grinned, shaking his hand enthusiastically.  

John shook his head. “Yes, you mentioned you were coming this way but you failed to mention when. You know, details are important, Gale.” 

“We didn’t know when we were going to be able to come. Thought we’d just surprise you. Besides, apparently, we have a new niece that we’ve yet to meet.” Buck grinned as Addie nodded, pulling back from her hug with Marge. 

“Of course. Let me go grab her.” Addie smiled. “It’s good to see you both and we’re so happy you’re here.” 

Addie excused herself, walking into the carport before opening the garage door. Stepping inside, she frowned at the quiet house, not used to it. Meatball came up to her as she bent down to give him rubs. “Hi Meatball. Oh, you’re such a good boy, uh huh.” 

Walking deeper into the house, she sighed. “Mrs. Jones?” 

“In here, dear.” The older woman called back from the living room. Making her way that way, Addie smiled at the woman. 

“You didn’t have to keep her, but we appreciate it.” Addie smiled, digging into her pocket for the cash she tucked in there earlier in the day. Offering the cash to the woman, Mrs. Jones waved her way. 

“There’s no need for that. The Lieutenant Colonel looked like he was struggling a bit - just offered to help him out.” Mrs. Jones smiled, pushing Addie’s hand away. “Besides, Cora is just an angel.” 

In April, John was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel in a secret ceremony. Addie had gotten word just hours before the ceremony and with proud tears in her eyes, got to pin the silver oak leaf on him, in front of all their colleagues. 

Addie smiled, looking over at her daughter on the ground, surrounded by toys, grinning toothless. “Figures the man can navigate a B-17 but 3 children is what gives the man a hard time. I feel bad not paying you to watch her.” 

“I’ll take a loaf of your cinnamon raisin bread as a thank you.” Mrs. Jones grinned, as Addie quickly nodded. 

“I was planning on making some in the morning so I will have Maisie run it over to you as soon as it cools.” She grinned, walking over to where Cora was and picking her up. “Hi, my sweet girl. Your aunt and uncle are here to meet you.” 

Mrs. Jones smiled. “I will head home. Anytime you need me to watch her, happy to do so. She’s a sweetheart.”

“She has her moments, that’s for sure.” Addie kissed her daughter’s cheek. “Thank you again. We appreciate it, more than you’ll know.”

Following the woman out of the house, she said her goodbyes again before making her way to the front of the house where everyone was. Addie smiled seeing Robbie sound asleep on John’s shoulder as him, Marge, and Buck quietly talked. Maisie was riding her bike in the driveway, carefully avoiding the parked car. 

“There she is.” John smiled seeing her walk up. 

Smoothing Cora’s hair, Addie smiled, looking at Buck and Marge. “Buck, Marge, this is Cordelia or Cora as we affectionately call her. Cora, this is your Uncle Buck and Aunt Marge.” 

“Oh, she’s precious.” Marge smiled, looking at the baby in Addie’s arms. “And I love her name.” 

Addie and John both laughed at that. “We had the hardest time trying to figure out her name. Maisie and Robbie’s names were easy to come up with. We had our lists from before but couldn't figure out what name fit her. John threw out Cordelia and at first, I said it was a mouthful. Then I figured out Cora would be a cute nickname for it and that’s what we settled on. Though, I haven’t had to full name her yet so we’ll see when that happens.” 

Marge stepped forward, holding out her hands. “May I?” 

Addie transitioned the baby to her arms as Cora’s eyes went wide as she looked at her arms. Addie stepped up to Buck, pulling him into a hug. “It’s been too long since we’ve seen you both. How long are you staying?” 

“A few days. I have a meeting up in Washington on the 11th so we’ll take off that morning.” Buck squeezed her tight, stepping out of the hug. 

Addie’s eyes went wide. “Hobnobbing it with the brass, Buck?” 

“It’s just a meeting. You go where the Air Force wants you to go, Addie. You should know this by now.” He teased, knocking his shoulder into her with a laugh. 

Nodding, Addie tucked her hands into her coat. “It starts off as just a meeting and the next thing you know, you’re moving halfway across the country to set up a new home with a new job. Know it a bit too well, Buck. We’ve been here almost a year and I’m waiting for the announcement we’re moving out. Just hope they don’t send us to cold weather.” 

“They know you wouldn’t make it in cold weather, Addie.” Buck threw back. “They know they’d hear about it if they sent you back to Michigan. Speaking of, how’s your family?” 

Addie grinned thinking about her family. “They’re all doing well - coming to visit next week so it’s good you’re getting out of town before they all descend here.” 

Charlie and Anna got married six months after they returned back to the States. A year after their wedding, they welcomed their first child, Benjamin Charles, who was the absolute apple in their eyes. Two years after that, they welcomed their daughter, Mollie Adelaide, who was just as feisty as her aunt. They were still in Michigan, though they visited several times throughout the year, much to John and Addie’s delight. 

Elizabeth and Brady took their time and didn’t get married until 2 years after returning to the States. Brady was part of the mission that dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. After that mission, he went back to Elizabeth, who was finishing up her own duty at the base. They were both sent back to the States in November of 1945, they settled in Philadelphia and started making themselves a home. They welcomed James Oliver in 1948 and Hazel Olivia in 1950. Elizabeth had retired from being a nurse, content to be a stay-at-home mom. 

Her father, Charles, settled back in Michigan, enjoying his time as a grandfather. After the war, he retired as a full Colonel, opting to live out the rest of his days in peace. He volunteered at the local nursing home, reading to elderly and assisting in any way he could. But he was happiest when he had his seven grandchildren and his six children around him. 

“There’s nothing like a Baker family reunion.” Marge chuckled, shaking her head. She would know as she had been invited to a few of them throughout the years. 

John laughed loudly, startling Robbie, who whined at the sudden noise. “Southern Pines won’t know what hit them after next week.” 

“I wish I could disagree but you’re speaking the truth.” Addie chuckled, excited to see her family again. 

Robbie picked his head up from John’s shoulder, looking around. Addie smiled, watching his eyes widened at the sight of his aunt and uncle. “Uncle Buck!” 

“Hey buddy. Good nap?” Buck asked, reaching over to ruffle his hair as Robbie nodded, stretching. 

Reaching for Buck, John easily handed him over before pulling Addie into his arms, rocking her back and forth gently. “Happy?” 

“Uh huh, the happiest.” She murmured back, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Sorry you’re not going to get your nap in today.” 

John scoffed, returning her kiss. “It’s alright - I get to catch up with my best friend. I’m sure you and Marge have some catching up to do.” 

9:30pm

Buck and Marge had stayed through dinner before making their way back to their hotel for the night. Promises of breakfast in the morning before plans were made of showing the two the quaint town of Southern Pines. Many hugs were given, John and Addie excited to have their best friends in town for a few short days. 

Taking the washrag to the counter, she wiped off the last crumbs from dessert before tossing it back into the sink. She could hear John down the hall, saying prayers with Maisie before wishing her goodnight. Leaning against the counter, she yawned, shaking her head trying to figure out what still needed to be done before she went to bed herself. 

Smiling, she watched John make his way towards the kitchen with a grin. Coming closer, his hand was already extended, pulling her into him. “All three kids are passed out and in sweet dream land.” 

“Daddy of the year right there.” She murmured, her hand snaked up to run her fingers through the baby curls on the nape of his neck. Her other arm was around his shoulders. 

His arms tugged her closer as he guided them around the kitchen. “John Egan, are you willingly dancing with me?”

“We haven’t gone out dancing in a while and I know I owe you a date night or three.” He murmured, arms tightening around her waist. 

She hummed, knowing he was right. They hadn’t had a date in a few months, busy with work and the kids. “We’ll plan one and get a babysitter, then you can take me out for dinner and a night of dancing.” 

He leaned down, stealing a kiss from her. “Sounds like a plan, Major Egan.” 

A groan passed her lips as she lightly tugged on his curls. “You know what that does to me.” 

“Might have been why I said it, Addie.” He whispered, stealing a few more kisses from her as a low moan escaped. “Love you, Addie.”

“Love you too, John.” She smiled up at him, moving her hand to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing the stubble on his cheeks. “We’ve made a pretty spectacular life together.” 

John’s mouth widened, taking in her lips. “And to think I only wanted to seek comfort in your arms and get to know you. Never imagined falling in love with you and you turning my entire world upside down, but here we are.” 

“Seriously?” She fought the laugh that threatened to escape. “Only wanted to take comfort in my arms?”

John held up a hand laughing. “That was just until I got to know your feisty spirit, Bluebird. I was in awe of how you commanded the respect of everyone around you, yet you were an absolute sweetheart. You did things and asked for forgiveness later. I honestly can’t believe I didn’t goof up around you more. You captured me under your spell and haven’t let go yet, thankfully.”

Giggling, she reached up to run her thumb across his jaw, sighing softly. “And here we are - eight years later, six years married, and three kids.” She grinned at him, standing on her tiptoes kissing him.  “Would you change anything?” 

Pausing their dance, John thought back on the last eight years. Though the time in the Stalag was difficult, especially not knowing how she was doing and worrying about her not knowing he was safe, John shook his head. “I don’t think I would. Yes, I wish I would’ve left things between us better when I went down, in the end, I got to come home to you, marry you and start our lives together. Would you change anything?” 

“Same as you - wish we would’ve left things differently when you went up to Munster but other than that, we’ve built a pretty fantastic life together and I wouldn’t change anything else.” She murmured, as he kissed her passionately. “Love you, John. You’re everything I wished for during those days you were in the Stalag. We’ve built a perfect life - you and our kids, that’s all I ever needed.”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, John sighed. Through all the bad days, Addie had been there by his side. But they had made it through and only bright days ahead for the Egan family. 

That's it! My story has come to an end and "Taking Comfort (In Your Arms)" is a wrap! Now there's a few "extras" that I'm working on and should be posted in the next few weeks, but the main story is a wrap.

Thank you all for coming along the ride. All the comments and likes have been much appreciated. Not sure if I'll continue writing - outside of the extras, I don't have anything up my sleeve. But my tumblr is open if you want to come say hi!

Outtake 1 - Bike Races

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.02

The last twenty-four hours have been hard. Your group was low on ammo, food, and water, and everyone was exhausted. Everyone was on guard for any survivors from Terminus. Glenn told you how messed up the stuff they saw inside when they were taken was. A butchery full of human corpses and a room full of the belongings of the things they stole from the people they killed. It was extremely messed up.

While trekking through the woods, careful not to make too much noise, you hear a man scream for help in the distance. You all freeze until Carl urges his dad to follow him and help. Cautiously, you follow behind, wanting to be extra careful since you were holding Judith.

You find a man clinging to a rock surrounded by walkers. Carl shoots the one, grabbing the man’s foot in the head, while Carol, Daryl, and Rick bash the other walkers' heads in.

You look up at the man who’s shaking in fear; on closer inspection, you can see he’s a priest. You call up to him, “It’s safe to come down.”

Slowly, he brings himself to the edge of the rock and slides down. He still looks petrified as he takes in the appearance of your group. His eyes land on all the blood, and seconds later he’s vomiting, “Sorry, and thank you. I’m Gabriel.”

“Do you have any weapons on you?” Rick asks.

Gabriel chuckles nervously. “Do I look like I have any weapons?”

“We don’t give two short and curly what it looks like,” Abraham says sternly.

“I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need. I called for help, and help came.”

You hold Judith closer to you as she starts to fuss. “Shh, it’s okay.”

After a brief conversation between Rick and Gabriel, which mainly consisted of Rick informing the priest, he revealed that he had a church, which meant you’d have shelter for the night.

He leads you to a white church built further into the woods. As you check the premonitory outside with Carl, you begin to wonder what the catch was. “I wonder what happened to his flock?”

“What do you mean?”

“My daddy used to take me to church, and priests and flocks are usually tight-nit. I find it hard to believe he’s had this church himself the whole time, and none of his people came to her for sanctuary.”

Carl stops walking and leans his fingers over to touch the wooden panel on the outside of the church. “You see this, claw marks?”

“Walkers?”

“I don’t think so; it’s too deep. It looks like someone clawed at it with their fingernails and knives.”

You spot something almost completely hidden by overgrown plants that makes you let out a small gasp, unintentionally grabbing Carl's arm. “Oh my god, are you seeing this?”

Someone had carved ‘You’ll burn for this’ on the outside of the church. Father Gabriel wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.

—

After Rick, along with others from your group, went to an overrun store and took out the walkers plaguing it, they were able to stock up on trolley loads of food, along with other supplies. With a small kitchen based in the church, you, Maggie, and Carol were able to make a pretty good feast from the selection of pasta and tin foods brought back.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” Abraham says, gaining everyone’s attention. “I look around this room... and I see survivors. Each and every one of you has earned that title. To the survivors.”

“Survivors!”

“Cheers!”

“Is that all you want to be? Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse, and repeat? You can do that. I mean, you have the strength. You have the skill. The thing is, for you people, for what you can do, that’s just surrender. Now, we get Eugene to Washington, and he will make the dead die and the living will have the world again. And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip.”

You had a feeling Abraham’s speech was aimed more at Rick than anybody else.

“Eugene, what’s in DC?”

Eugene gulps down, “Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this magnitude. That means food, fuel, and refuge. Restart.”

Abraham smiles at him and says, “However this plays out, however long it takes for the reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you’ve been since the whole thing started. Come with us. Save the world for the little ones. Save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there who have nothing left to do but survive.”

The room is silent as everyone contemplates the redhead's words until Judith makes a loud noise. “What was that?” Rick asks his daughter playfully, “I think she knows what I’m about to say. She’s in. If she’s in, I’m in. We’re in.”

The room fills with laughter and cheers, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Like you’re being watched. Maggie sits down beside you and says, “Hey, did you know Tara was at the prison?”

“Yeah, she told me.”

“How do you feel about it?”

You shrug. “She didn’t know who the governor was, plus Tara and Glenn saved me, so she’s with us now.” Maggie hugs you, but thinking about what happened to your father at the prison makes you emotional. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Not wanting to seem weak and shed tears in front of the rest of your group, you head into the kitchen and begin washing dishes. You enjoy the solitude and focus on nothing except cleaning.

“Hey, you okay?” Carl asks, placing his hand on your back.

“Yeah,” hearing your own voice, breaks your eyes well up. “I’m fine, just tired.”

Carl pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your back. He holds you tightly and says, “We’re going to be okay.”

[godstaff]

DC Comics really hates Lois Lane.

DC Comics resents the fact they don't have absolute control of the Lois Lane character and they depend on the Siegel estate to make any decision on her. So they do these.

Some of you may remember I use to complain about killing Superman seems to be the favorite pass time of DC (Not Washington DC. Their favorite pass time is laugh at U.S. voters.) Comics.

Well, guess what. While ago their favorite thing to do was killing who? YES!! Lois Lane!

They usually marry her with Supes, then Zapp! She was gone! Just like that.

Oh, the good times...!

Boo-hoo! This is great because of the talent of Alex Ross.

This is just great.

It figures, Big Guy...you really think she would survive the super love making? Tou poor fool!

He got by with a little help from his friends.

Careful, Lana. Before you begin the celebrations, you first find out how and why she got killed! Dude, you need to stop killing her!

In memoriam.

Remembering her as an annoying pest.

No, Big Blue, you didn't. It was DC.

The greatest story indeed!

If it wasn't for that stupid time reversal...!

One of the greatest moments of the New 52.

Pardon me: Lois who...?

Now maybe Daddy will teach you real values, little Lanie.

Yeah. Too little, too late...

Yes, stupid woman. Next time aim more preciselly.

[usafphantom2]

I love this story. As a Habubrat, I totally understand the children of the Habu. We had an idea of what was going on, but never the full picture.

I think he’s out spying,” whispered Col. Adelbert “Buz” Carpenter’s 7-year-old daughter to a frantic director of Operations looking for her “daddy.”

While it is commonly called the Blackbird, Carpenter preferred the name “HABU,” which is the Japanese word for a particular type of cobra found in Okinawa.

“I was one of 85 pilots ever to fly the SR-71,” Carpenter said. “You had to be a volunteer and go through an astronaut physical” during the yearlong initial training.

Pilots initially wore a space suit from the Gemini program. Later, updated SR-71 suits were borrowed for the first mission of the Space Shuttle Colombia.

If you flew a tanker, you are my hero. I don’t think we ever missed a rendezvous with a tanker,” Carpenter said

Buzz was talking to a group at the Cosmosphere in Kansas, and he received the following question. How Fast Could You Fly From One Side of Kansas to the Other?

To fly west to east over Kansas would take this aircraft about 12 minutes and fly south to north about 6 minutes. From Los Angeles to Washington DC, it took 64 minutes. Now that is fast🔥 Buz Carpenter

Linda Sheffield

Source Dayton Daily

@Habubrats71 via X

[nate-strauss]

Full Name: Nathaniel Ariel Strauss

Nicknames: Nate

Age & Birthday: 39 - 3rd July 1985

Occupation: Author and Head Librarian at Septima Poinsette Clark Library

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: He/Him & Cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in town: Washington DC - He's been in town on and off for 3 years. He's been back in town for six weeks.

Neighbourhood: Beach front

Family: TBC

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Born and raised in DC, his dad was never in the picture and he was raised by his mum. Has a good relationship with his step family, very much appreciates his step dad for stepping up and also making his mum happy.

He has two step siblings, one brother and one sister and he also has a half sister.

Went to University of South Carolina to major in English, he stayed there to complete his masters.

Whilst at college, he met his first long-term girlfriend. They were together for a few years before he proposed. About a year into their engagement, they ended up breaking up. This was when he decided he needed a change from Columbia and around 10 months later, he moved to Briar Ridge. Although they met at college, his ex was also from DC.

Went back home for a while before moving back to Columbia as he liked the city. He began working at the university whilst writing a book on the side.

He later sold his novel and continued to write a series which he is still writing, it’s an incredibly popular series but he writers under a different name “Matthew Marshall” as he doesn’t want recognition or a following of his actual life. He maintains social media under his writing name, but no pictures of him are included. Few people know he is Matthew Marshall.

He moved to Briar Ridge for a quieter life to write.

Whilst waiting for his first book to be published, he went to work at X college, this is where he met Holly. A year after meeting her, his mum got sick and he went home to care for her, intending to move back to Briar Ridge when she was better.

When he got home, he ended up running into his ex who had recently had a baby. She told him it was his and in his spiral and the demands that he "do the right thing", he crumbled and ended up ghosting Holly, something he regrets to this day.

He later found out that his ex had lied and the baby wasn't his but she had broken up with the baby daddy and had panicked. He was gutted that he wasn't actually the dad and decided it was time to start afresh, he decided to move back to his happy place. Briar Ridge.

He's been back in town for around six weeks, but has kept to himself as he's been finishing his latest novel and securing his job at the library.

headcanons 

Non practicing Jew. His grandmother was quite religious but his parents weren’t. His family does celebrate Hanukkah, but his stepfather isn’t Jewish, so they also celebrate Christmas. 

His favourite holiday is Thanksgiving. He’s as passionate about his leftovers sandwich as Ross Gellar. 

He's exceptionally charming but without trying to be. He's a nerd, bit of a dweeb, but is easy to talk to and is instantly charming.

He’s a runner, he’s a track star. Nate loves to go running to clear his head. He doesn’t listen to music but uses ear plugs to try and work through his thoughts as he runs. 

He always smells fucking fabulous. He exclusively wears bleu de chanel.

He has a record player and a vinyl collection. His favourite way to unwind in an evening is a good record, a good book and a drop of whiskey.

He will not entertain the idea of iced coffee. He likes it hot, black and with one sugar. He will occasionally stretch to a flat white if he’s feeling fancy. 

He hates baths. He thinks they’re disgusting. He’s a shower only guy, he probably showers twice a day. 

Whenever he’s had a little too much to drink, the man has an insane need to sing. This can be in his living room if he’s at home, or if he’s out, he will find a karaoke machine like a bloodhound. If you hear a mediocre attempt at living on a prayer? There’s Nate.

He has two goldfish, they are the only pets he trusts himself to have. He’s very proud they’re still alive and their names are Stanley and Norbert. He does believe they're in love and he made a little waterproof pride flag for their tank.

Don’t talk to him about his soda consumption. He will defend his love of Dr Pepper and Coke Zero until the day he drops dead from them.

He is terrified of ducks, geese and seagulls. He will not entertain being near them.

Fucking loves slippers. They go well with his one true love, cardigans.

He loves true crime podcasts, documentaries, the works. He also loves jigsaws, crossword puzzles, board games.

His love of crime is reflected in his writing, he writes crime/thriller novels and also has a second series which is his passion project of historical fiction.

His hips don't lie.

[askstevella]

See you again event bonus scene / Earth 65

—-

A couple of hours after Steve return home with Thiego, he gave himself some time to breathe. To let Thiego hang out with his little sister, as you can hear some laughter, a light sense of sobbing and chatter coming from down the hallway. Hell he could hear Natasha and the girls rolling into a little conversation with his wife, Liane even mentioned she is gonna paint her nails a pretty teal color.

Yes it sounds horrible to some that he didn’t see his own wife right away the moment he returned but he wanted to freshen up properly before he did. Which meant he took a quick trip to the flower shop downtown and the farmers market, then came home to have a nice little shower. As he showered, all he could think about was the memories that the other version of Stella placed to the forefront of his mind as he smiled softly at the mere thought. He forgot about the tiny yet memorable moments he shared with his wife.

The day they met in 2010 to him asking her out on a date as she gladly said yes, to their soft dating period where he kept that secret time away from the team. He didn’t bother to tell his teammates about dating the SHIELD nurse yet for 2 years, it never came up until 2012 when the battle of New York came Natasha noticed how he kept his gaze every once in a while on a few agents and nurses on the Helicarrier. She smirked but didn’t say a word until after the battle was over and jokingly teased Steve, along with Tony and Bruce about who it was that he liked.

He was even shown his period from 2013–2015, where SHIELD and The Avengers members worked alongside one another to do good. His time in Washington DC for 2 years living with her as Stella and his friend down the hallway who pretended to be a nurse was actually a agent called Sharon Carter. Finding out about SHIELD being compromised with Sam Wilson, Natasha, Fury and Maria. Bucky being alive and searching for him.

They took a lot of hits but everything turned around as Sam and Steve found Bucky, able to coax the man into coming to get some real help after a couple of visits to his apartment. Bucky said yes, coming to live at Avengers Tower with the others, meeting Elle and after a long while starting to date Sam.

Steve remember the whole Ultron thing with Elle, 2015 was a great year having been together for 6 years at that point as the idea of marriage and kids started to roll around in their heads. Especially after the whole Clint Barton farm visit, talking with Laura and meeting his beautiful family. Bucky was teased by Sam about having little monsters running around the compound.

And they did talk about it, as 2016 he got down on one knee in front of everyone during a dinner party, giving a sweet speech and asking who to be his girl til the day he died, as she said yes. Bucky, Natasha and Tony were the first ones to think of a engagement party, as all the girls and guys gushed. It was also the year of the accident for Elle, as she was pretty banged up and went in and out of surgery, as he stood by her and did everything he could to nurse her back to health. In which she did, getting a dose of magic added to her system. Months later the two were married having a little celebration at the compound.

Years later, The Accords happened (nothing bad since the avengers were able to fool and outsmart the government. Hell Black Panther was on their side along with The X-Men), Thanos never really came in full force as he was a huge one and done, but Ultron did make a few returns across the years. Yet the series of heroes and anti-heroes, young and old were able to defend their world every time.

As of now in the—

“Daddy?”

~~~

Steve was in the kitchen in his thoughts already, creating a simple meal and organized a special bouquet of flowers when he heard the small voice. He looked over his shoulder to see a pair of brown eyes and rich light blonde curls meeting him halfway. Her cute little dress and wearing indoor shoes, as she held up her notebook.

Sarah Theodora Rogers. She was a spit image of his mother from the first name to her short blonde curls. However her eyes and nose were all Elle’s and her facial expressions were a clever mix of both parents. Her middle name was inspired by Thiego Strange, her uncle.

He smiled, placing her on the kitchen counter pushing the curls away from her faces.

“What are you doing here? I thought you and Pietro were spending the day together.” He asked with a smile, looking at the sandwich that was being grilled in the frying pan.

She shrugged with a smile, “Oh I was! But then we got sidetracked at the park after he realized he had to guy groceries and then he met a pretty girl…”

“And then he went a date with her?”

“No, he asked her where he could buy some donuts, so he can give them to Ji-Hoon.”

“Ah okay, what about afterwards?”

“Then he dropped me off at Wanda and Ethan who were watching Sitcoms. Uh, I got bored and found you.”

“And found me you did. I’m making lunch, you hungry?”

She nodded with a grin as he went to work making her a grilled cheese and ham sandwich. He would have mad something more grand but he knew she would have liked something more simple today. Besides she adored his sandwiches more than anything!

Sarah noticed the two sets of flowers. She pointed out the daisies and tulips, asking, “Who are those for?”

“The daisies are for you. The tulips are for mama. You like ‘em?” He asked, placing two plates next to the frying pan ready to put the sandwiches on them.

“Very! I um..uh daddy, I have a question. Is momma gonna be okay? Like get better?”

He put the sandwiches on 2 different plates and paused. He couldn’t lie to her in a sense, he was smart enough to notice and braver than he could believe, being very proud of her for it.

He tried to find the words and nodded, “..okay. Uh, honestly sweetie, i don’t know the true answer to that. I like to believe she will get better and push through it, especially with how much love and support we all give her..there are days where she doing better than most, there are days where she weaker than others..but she will get better.”

“And if she doesn’t? I know about life and death, Grandpa Stephen says that he sees it a lot in the hospital..auntie Nat says it is part of life..” Sarah repiled with a curious look on her face, as if trying to make sense of it all.

“Well, remember that birdie you and Theigo found one day after school?”

“Yeah?”

“And how she was hurt really badly so you tried to take care of her? Then afterwards she was doing fine and once the world made it clear, she flew away into another life..”

“Yeah it was sad but she looked calm when she died.”

“Mhm exactly, she wasn’t scared. Remember what happened a few days later?”

Sarah smiled this time and nodded, “My teacher got us a class bird! Her name Ruby, even though she is blue. It was like she was meant for our class, or least that’s what my teacher said.”

Steve chuckled, “Exactly. What happened with your birdie, is that she moved on but her spirt stayed to bring joy. So her next life, she must’ve became that bird to watch over your class, like a mascot.”

“So what I’m hearing is that Mommy is gonna turn into a bird?”

“Hahaha, maybe. Depends on what life has in store for her but I know for certain that she will be watching over us and let us know she’s still around in her own way.”

“How do you know so much, Daddy?”

“I just do. Just like I know your grandma Sarah, who you’re named after, is doing the same thing right now.”

Sarah smiled brightly and hugged her father, as Steve wrapped his arms around her tightly showering her face with kisses as she giggled. Once the father-daughter duo pulled away, Sarah brought the flowers to her room then came back following her father into the living room as he requested of she can bring the tulips to her mom for him as he carried the sandwiches.

~~~

In the living room, sat Elle on the couch with a blanket over her legs to keep her warm as she flipped across channels looking for something entertaining enough to watch. She looked very much less pale than when he left as she got a lot of color back, she laughed like herself again at the movie silly slapstick humor and her hair looked to be in a low ponytail.

She was playing with a old colorful fan in her hand, waving her around making silly flirtatious eyes as the paired walked into the room.

It made Steve’s smile grow at the sight. She was doing a lot better today and he thanked the universe for that gift. He winked at her doing so.

Sarah was the first to reach the couch, holding the flowers up to her mother giggling as she curled into her arms. Elle wrapped her arms around her daughter kissing her cheeks and thanked her for the bouquet, giving the fan over to her to play with. She knew how much Sarah loved that fan as she stayed twirling it around, resting her head on her shoulder.

Steve sat down on the other side of his wife, pressing a kiss to her cheek and handed her the plate. She thanked him, watching Sarah take her own plate and started to dig in, looking up at the silly film as she did so. Elle took a bite of her sandwich, humming at the delicious food in front of her and rested her head on her husband’s shoulder.

Midway through eating, Elle stopped and looked at her husband. Steve glanced over as he locked eyes with her alert, asking, “Are you okay? You need anything?”

She scoffed chuckling, “Relax! I’m fine..I feel better today.”

“You look better. You’re cheeks are rosy and your not as pale.”

“I noticed. A little tired but I’m fine. I know what you did earlier.”

He raised an eyebrow as he click onto what she meant and sighed, “Elle, doll, I’m sorry it’s just…”

“I know..” She simply replied, with a half hearted smile, “I overheard Thiego and Bruce talking with Nat down the hall when Liane was painting my nails. They weren’t subtle enough about it..you are insane, you know that?”

“I had a plan! Make the plan, execute the plan and expect the plan to not go off the rails. Yes, I was a little extreme the last 48 hours..”

“A little?”

“A lot. I broke a few short grids, bruised a rib or two..then made a mistake to take ones life over another..not my best move. I was not thinking straight, baby..and ran past a few stop signs as well to buy myself some time.”

“You broke into another Earth’s SHIELD headquarters and tricked a few people to get to another version of me..meanwhile Thiego was searching across the fields of earths causing some damage to strike a deal. You two could’ve been arrested for that.”

“I know. I know! I made that version of Cap to look like public enemy to SHIELD by causing that damage..I’m sorry, I messed up but it was because I was afraid..”

“..of losing me? Instead of staying with me and enjoying whatever time the universe is giving us..”

“Well if you say like that, I sound even worse.”

This time Elle snorted and chuckled shaking her head at his comment. She didn’t blame him for it, she knew the people in her life would do anything to make things right, find another way to fix things. Even if it meant getting hurt or something.

Steve rested his forehead against hers, a simple yet gentle move he does plenty of time before during moments like this. She leaned into his touch. He sighed and smiled, letting out a chuckle.

After a moment tears came to the blink of her eyes as he spoke, “I got your note today..it was lovely. Bittersweet like a poem, almost like a song. You’re my first love, Elle. I don’t want to see you gone yet..but when it comes I won’t be as scared or furious as I think I would be..”

She smiled had her eyes wet and asked, “Why’s that?”

“Because I know you won’t be alone. None of us will. You gave me the greatest gifts I could ever ask for. I could not thank you enough for being my wife and friend from the day I woke up in this century. You gave me a beautiful little girl who laughs like you and has my mother’s name.”

“And Thiego likes to brag about her being his mini me.”

“This is about me, not him.”

Both of them laughed, snorting at the joke. She knew he was joking. Steve was being humorous with that last comment, of course he was happy that his brother in law got a wonderful gift as well.

She smirked, waved for him to continue his lovely speech, “Go on, Mr Rogers. I like where this is headed.”

“Don’t get cheeky with me now, Elle.” He replied with a smile and winked, “If you do, I might have to take you to bed later. In all seriousness, you are always gonna be my light in dark. Despite the problems we have had over the years, we always find a way to make it home to one another.”

“You are my home. My family.”

“And you’re mine. I know when the time comes I will see you again any form. Even if we’re both two little birds flying in the park.”

Elle paused for a second to understand what he meant by the birds reference, noticing his gaze fell to Sarah who was minding her own business watching the movie, as it clicked what he meant. She smiled at that, knowing that no matter who it is that goes first to fly around in heaven their daughter will be safe and sound.

She nodded at her husband and chuckled, “Yeah, two beautiful birds. I love Mr. Rogers.”

“I love more Mrs. Rogers.” He replied, leaning forward to cup her face with a hand and press a long awaited kiss onto her lips.

She leaned into his touch placing a hand to the back of his cheek as she returned kiss in full force.

They stayed there for a couple of moments, locking lips with one another whispering sweet nothings, resting their foreheads together out of old habits. Steve lazily wrapping an around her body, bringing her in closer using the other hand to reach over to tickle Sarah’s side grabbing her attention as she giggled trying to wiggle away from her parents.

Elle opened her arm, wiggling her fingers to tickle their daughter as tried to crawl away but Elle gently reached forwarded lifting Sarah into an embrace. The little girl giggled and smiled, curling into her mother’s arms in glee stealing a bite of the sandwich her mom didn’t finished, then placed the sandwich in front of her father who took bite himself humming.

Elle mock gasped, “Hey that was mine!”

Steve finished chewing and chuckled, “You didn’t finish it! And I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Are not.”

Sarah giggled, “Yes you are, daddy! You and uncle Thor and uncle Bucky always are hungry.”

Steve gasped and tickled her, “Who’s side are you on, young lady?”

“Mommy’s side!”

The small family laughed smiling, deciding to enjoy the film that was placed on the TV.

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Innocent Until Proven Guilty|1| Twilight All Human

This has been in my head again for the last few days. and I was able to finish it Thursday at work.

Innocent Until Proven Guilty 

Summary: Lily McCarty took a chance after her life fell apart when Bella Swan took everything she had. The chance was in Washington DC working for the FBI. She thought her past life was behind her until the day her brother-in-law Jasper was framed for murder. 

Rated M for Adult Content 

All human 

Not Cannon Complaint 

Mentions of Bella/Edward, Edward/Lily nowhere tied into Star Crossed Lovers 

Emmett x Rosalie

Jasper x Alice

Carlisle x Esme 

Cross-posted on ao3, Wattpad, and Tumblr 

30 Chapters 

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One

3 years prior 

Seattle Washington 

“I don’t want you to go.” Rosalie Hale McCarty said looking at her sister-in-law who was sitting across from her, her hands cupping a coffee mug, a heavy frown on her face, her sadness weighing heavily on her whole being. 

 “I don’t want to go, Rose, but I need to. I can’t be around Bella and Edward.”

 Edward was Rose’s brother and the man who up until 4 months ago, Lily was going to marry. But then he met Bella Swan in one of his literature classes and things changed. She had walked in on them together in their bed and it had shattered her. 

So much so that Emmett didn’t understand anything she was saying when she called him to ask him to pick her up. 

“It’s not like you would kill either one of them.’ Emmett, Rose’s husband, and Lily’s older brother commented. Lily was quiet as she raised the coffee mug to her lips, her eyes dancing mischievously. 

“Lil, you didn’t. It wasn’t Edward was it?”

 “God no, what do you take me for? An idiot? I would never do anything to risk my career before it even starts. Even if I did, it would be her.” 

 Her was Bella Swan, the woman who single-handedly ruined her relationship and moved into the house that she and Edward built together. 

Emmett, who rarely showed stress or unhappiness pinched the bridge of his nose.

 “Lily. You are going to be a law enforcement officer.” 

“That’s what makes it brilliant babe,” Rosalie spoke up, a gleam in her eyes, “They would never find the body. Even before she got accepted into the FBI academy she was watching and reading all those true crime stories.” 

 She blamed her own horror story of being assaulted by her ex-fiance Royce King which led to Lily’s obsession and eventual career path.  

Lily offered her sister-in-law an all-knowing smile before she placed her coffee mug down on its saucer. 

“Besides it will be good for me to get some distance from here and from them. I need to be my own person. Not the person that I have been recently. And it’s not like we won’t talk every day or text. There is such a thing as video calling too. We won’t go long without talking Em.”

 Emmett nodded his head, he knew that going to DC and working for the FBI was her dream. And he couldn’t ask her to give that up to stay home, to stay with him and Rosalie. So he could protect her like he had since she was a little girl and he stepped up and helped raise her after their parents were killed in a hunting accident. 

 “And really, I will be fine, you taught me how to take care of myself after Mama and Daddy died. And I will learn more at the academy.” 

 “I know.” He sighed as he stood up from where he was sitting next to his wife to sit next to his sister, his bulky arm going around her shoulders, “I know that this was going to happen eventually, that you were going to grow up and leave. I just thought you would stay in Seattle with us.”   

Lily rested her head on his shoulder for a minute, letting herself feel the pain she had been hiding for a moment, she would love nothing more than to stay home with them and go to the police academy out there but she needed to be away, she needed to be away from the memories of Edward and of her parents.  

She needed this change and they all knew that. 

 Rosalie turned her watch to look at it, “We should go, you are going to miss your flight if we don’t go soon.”  

Lily nodded her head as she pulled her arms through her jacket to pull back on. Her phone beeped several times and she pulled it out to look at it. Her ex-boyfriend’s name flashed on the screen and she pressed the decline button. She wasn’t ready to talk to him and she didn’t think she would be ready. Right now she just needs to focus on her and her career. 

“Let’s go.” 

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While I wanted to write some new family material for @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week, life had other plans. lol So this is an assortment of fics I have written about his family life - past, present, and future. I am certain there will be more to come! :)

Tobias & The Carricks:

Simple Moments: Tobias has it bad. After taking a ribbing from his brother, Jordan, he hears a song that reminds him of Casey, and he rushes home to share it with her.

A Family Affair: Several months into their relationship, Tobias takes Casey to meet his late father's family. Casey is apprehensive. The rich and powerful Carricks occupy a world she is not comfortable with. The evening is tense but bearable until the topic of pride month is broached.

Christmas is gonna be awkward... 📱Text fic where Tobias and Casey's flirting takes a turn when his mother gets involved.

Just a Little Faith Casey and Tobias reflect on how they have changed as they await Christmas day at his family's church in Washington, DC.

A Family Evening   ☁️  A month before their first baby is due, Casey and Tobias enjoy a fun and pleasant evening with his mother and “little” brother.

It's Delicate... 04.08 📱4/19 is a big day for Swifties, and Casey is among them. When her mother-in-law Vivian realizes this is the day before her precious grandbaby's first birthday (and party), she needs to have a few words with her son... then he needs to have a couple chats himself. He reaches out to Bryce and Sienna for reassurance that all will be OK and that Sienna may have a prescription to save the day.

Baby & Wedding Stories Masterlist

Life with The Carrick Girls:

Happiest New Year ☁️ 🎄 - It was a difficult year for the Carrick family and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

Candyland Part2: Power in Numbers ☁️ ⭐️😂 - Casey & Tobias attempt to trick their daughters with the latest TikTok challenge, but who wins in the end?

Sweet Chaos ☁️💝 With the help of Tobias, Casey recreates a Valentine’s Day family tradition from her childhood for her three little girls.

Tobias and His Lovely Ladies ☁️ ⭐️🎨 (FIC & FANART) Tobias & Casey share a typical Saturday morning discussing what to get his mother for a birthday gift.

For His Girls ☁️🎄- The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending.  So they ask Daddy to make it happen.

The Missing Piece ☁️😂 Casey's heading out for a night with friends, and Tobias is on Dad duty. The night goes well overall, but it's not complete until Casey returns home.

A Carrick Family Easter ☁️ 🐰⭐️ 🎨(FIC & FANART)  A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day.

Learning Curve ☁️😂 It's "Bring Your Child to Work Day," and Sammy has some preconceived ideas about how it will go, but at the end of the day, she's in for some sweet surprises.

Tobias & Casey with Adult Children:

Father's Day Plans 👔📱📷 06.16 | Father's Day is coming, and Tobias's grown daughters and their mom are planning a celebration for him.

Father's Day Plans 2 👔📷 06.16 | On Father's Day, Tobias shares pictures of his presents. Well, most of them. :)