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sorcerous-caress · 6 days

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I'm so jealous of Daniil. Having only played the Haruspex route so far in both game, each time I'm invited to the Bachelor's place I turn green with envy at how he resides at an actual proper house with a real room and a real bed.

A real bed with a whole bedframe. A pillow with an actual pillowcase!! His bed even has sheets!

He has WINDOWS. His house is in a nice neighbourhood, and his roommate is a very attractive woman. There is actual furniture in his room. Not one hint of fungus growing on the walls or rust!

Can you imagine living there as your lair? Spending the whole game knowing you have a real house with a real bed to go back to at the end of each night? Seeing Eva's face every day before leaving to do quests?

Meanwhile, Artemy is stuck in this dumpster room of an abandoned factory. Cuddling with rats on his makeshift bed, held by nothing but a wooden panel, some boxes and a dream.

A pillow so yellow it has its own ecosystem where bugs established real estate. Is that even a pillow or is it some random rock Artemy found and chucked in there? Is it a stale loaf of bread?? Why is it hard looking?

But no, you don't even get to keep the rock roach pillow because in P2, they take it away.

Fuck you Artemy, you had it good for too long. No pillow now because what are you gonna do about it?. Fold your mattress instead to have a resemblance of a faux sense of protection under your most vital organ during the long hours of death rehearsal that you call sleep.

Somehow, they made the bed even more unstable looking. As if that thin panel in the middle could hold Artemy's weight without caving in. Oh, and apparently, I ran out of boxes to use for furniture because the bed and the table have to share custody of the same box.

We have downgraded into barrels now, as you can see :) No, I don't know what they used to contain inside.

Waking up every day to Sticky's snotty face telling me not to spit in the wind and nagging me about cleaning up the week-old human organs thrown around that are stinking up the place.

THERE IS MOLD GROWING ON MY WALLS. RUST FLAKES FALL FROM THE EXPOSED METAL PIPES DOWN INTO MY CEREAL EACH BREAKFAST.

This single wall holds so much mold and fungus that they started crossbreeding and evolved into new, never seen before types of bacteria. Satan's asscrack is more hygienic than whatever biohazard plagues of Egypt this slab of concrete contains.

I live in the gutters. My only neighbours are an illegal gang of minors with a hatred for furries and another illegal gang but of adults this time who sell me bullets way above the market price. A dangerous neighbourhood where you can't have shit because SOMEONE STOLE MY BULL.

The basement I reside in has no windows, the smell is pungent and fucking vile down here. There isn't even a space for a bathroom.

This is my kitchenette/bathroomette/showerette/cupboardette/surgery tools disinfection stationette/sinkette/watercoolerette/toilette/fridge.

also my buckets yk.

One bucket for the makeshift bathroom, another for holding important organs and loose guts during surgery, a third one as a cooking pot for making tasty meat grub soup and the final one for murky water after sweeping the floor.

What do I use to tell them apart? Oh nothing :) I just mix em up every now and then, oppsie daisy.

Oh and the floors are CONSTANTLY wet for some reason. Yeah sticky slipped and almost broke his neck the other day so watch your steps.

There is also this eerie room with literal garbage and broken furniture right next to the entrance. Don't worry about it, sometimes I hear someone crying and screaming for help when I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just the factory being silly lol.

Now this? This is where the M A G I C happens. This is where Artemy the Menkhu makes his famous herbal remedies and natural mixtures. This is where the Panacea for the infamous sand plague gets made!

In a rusty empty food can.

Falling into a bucket with shit stains.

MEDICINE BABBYYY. GET YOUR WEAK SOFT BONED ASS BACK TO THE CAPITAL BITCH, THIS IS HOW REAL MEN MAKE REAALLL MEDICINE!! RAWRRRRR🦅🦅💥💥

Meanwhile, dickovsky has the view of the cathedral and polyhedron just around the corner from where he resides. He has a backyard with a lake, and all I have is a swamp behind my basement. I trudge through the mud each night, collecting weeds and herbs to mix and trade so I and the two orphans who adopted themselves into my life don't go starving.

Not to mention the gaggles of herb brides loitering outside and giving me a false bad reputation.

That dandy douchbag has a pharmacy, a grocery, and a tailor right next door. The closest establishment to my shrekcore place of resident is a dingy basement bar with shady drinks and no bouncer to check for ID, I saw two kids in there once.

Pov: a qt3.14 surgeon says his dad isn't home and invites you over.

#♡otherfandoms #♡pathologic 2 #♡pathologic #artemy burakh #daniil dankovsky #pathologic 2 #pathologic classic hd #the haruspex #pathologic

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horsebeast · 8 months

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green stink bug, Chinavia hilaris, and nymphs

#my pics #bugs #chinavia hilaris #green stink bug

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ljsbugblog · 2 months

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the striking Spined Citrus Bug (Biprorulus bibax), a species of stink bug that I've been wanting to see for a long time!!

these beasts are easily identified by their large black spines and incredibly green colouration, and are heralded by the loud, buzzing flight that is characteristic of many True Bugs.

as their common name suggests, B. bibax feed on a variety of citrus, using their long proboscis to pierce through the tough skin of such fruits. the photo above shows the proboscis folded back underneath the body when not in use.

this individual flew noisily past me on their way to our mandarine tree, but they were cooperative enough to perch on my finger for some photos first.

Spined Citrus Bug (Biprorulus bibax).

#ljsbugblog #bugblr #entomology #macro #insects #hemiptera #heteroptera #true bugs #pentatomidae #stink bugs #biprorulus #biprorulus bibax #spined citrus bug

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the-pit-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Cold Blooded

Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason finished up a night of patrol and sees you trying to solve the apartments no ac problem and simply can help himself.

Warnings: 18+ please, smut, sex, sex and more sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) oral sex, intercourse, spitting and mentions of death and resurrection because it’s Jason Todd

This years summer in Gotham had reached its peak temperatures making your small apartment unbearably hot. However it did give you a new found motivation to work to save money for a better apartment with a working air conditioner. You had managed to keep yourself cool by wearing less clothing, running every fan that you owned and stuck to cold showers. Which wasn’t hard because the buildings hot water tank had a 10 minute max of hot water before it turned ice cold.

Jason, on the other hand, had no problem keeping cool. Ever since he died and had been revived by the Lazarus pit, his body temperature had been significantly lower that the normal. You had spent many weekends this summer sprawled across your boyfriend trying to get cool. Even though Jason didn’t like being used as a cooling pad, he didn’t mind the lack of clothing. However, your boyfriends night ‘job’ was beginning to really bug you. With him being out of the house at night you were left to try and keep cool alone in your apartment. Having enough of sweating naked in bed, you eventually caved and opened your window just a crack convincing yourself that you where on the 10th floor and no criminal would be stupid enough to break into a room on the 10th floor. That being said, you were in Gotham so just a crack was more than enough. With going to bed being another no clothes activity, you had managed to fall asleep in your bed without covers.

Meanwhile across the city, Jason wrapped up another night of patrol, ready to get home to you. He always needed you after a long night of patrolling. He needed to feeling your soft sweet skin. The smell of your green apple shampoo in your hair. The touch of our finger tips running up and down his back and through his hair. The sound of your gentle breathing as you slept.

He slid your window open before coming in and closing it completely. Although the lobby was fully empty at this hour, coming through the window being a force of habit he couldn’t shake. He made sure to remove his helmet and gear as quietly as he could as to not wake you up from your sleep. He peeked over at you as he unlaced his boots. You were currently cuddling a pillow in nothing but your underwear. Jason found himself slightly jealous of that pillow.

He dropped his vest onto the floor, it gave a thud as he planned. He watched as you stirred and rolled into your back. Your skin always mesmerized Jason, it was so smooth and flawless, unlike his that was littered with scars, that you had helped him grow to appreciate.

He shed the rest of his clothing leaving him in his boxers. He approached the bed crawling on his hands and knees up the length of your body. He grabs the pillow and throws it over the side rather childishly. As he reached your stomach he left a soft kiss on your skin, goosebumps rippling in his wake. He continued up your body leaving kisses up your torso, to your chest, between the valley of your breasts, leaving a nibble on your collar bone before landing at the crook of your neck, planting his lips at the base before leaving sloppy, wet kisses to travel up to just below your ear.

Your head tilted to the side as you sleepily took a deep breath and stretching slightly. Even half awake you knew that it was Jason crawling into bed. He gently kissed your neck a few times as your hands met his sides, to drowsy to hug him. His muscles relaxed under your warm touch. He relaxed, laying his weight on you, carefully distributing his weight more on the bed than on you.

He let out a content sigh finally happy to be home with you.

“You stink.” You mumble.

He chuckles against your skin.

“I would have showered but you looked like you were in need of a cool down babygirl.”

You hum agreeing with him.

“My sweaty ass thanks you for that.”

He placed another kiss to your skin, and another chuckle vibrates from his chest.

The atmosphere goes quiet again, the sound of your hands sliding and rubbing along each other’s bodies.

“You know, I thought we agreed to keep the windows closed at night.” He said softly into the crook of your neck running his mouth gently along your skin.

“I know. I’m sorry. I meant to close it but I was just so hot.”

“I know baby.” He kisses the valley in between your breasts again, “I just want you safe, that’s all.”

“I know.” You sigh contently as his lips move to your nipple, “we need to find a better apartment.”

He hums in agreement, his attention mostly focusing on sucking at your hardening pebbles.

“I don’t know if I can last another summer in this apartment.” You finish, arching your back up at Jason’s mouth.

“ I don’t know baby,” he switches to your other breast, “I think I like coming home to see you naked like this.”

You chuckle, but it morphs into a moan as he begins sucking again.

“I could be naked for you in an air conditioned apartment too.”

“A win-win. I like that.”

You hiccup as Jason bites down on your skin of your breast then sucking it for good measure. His lips began trailing back down your body. Knowing where this was going you press against his chest but it did damn near nothing with the muscly build that Jay was sporting.

“Jay, please. I have work tomorrow, let me go back to sleep.”

His touch leaves you and you think maybe for a second he will accommodate.

“By all means baby,” he says lowly before taking your hips and flipping you onto your stomach, “go back to sleep.”

But he knows you won’t go back to sleep. Sex with Jason was anything but boring, so sleep was a pipe dream.

He was quick to dismiss your panties, pulling them down your legs before being dropped and crumpled up on the floor. He straddles the back of your thighs before you can get away in your groggy state.

His hands grip your ass, kneading it then spreading your cheeks apart showing the already wet lips of your pussy. Jay wasn’t going to settle for wet, he wanted you dripping.

You miss the smirk that is on Jays face as you whimper into your pillow. He stalks down the bed spreading your legs apart and settling himself between them.

You practically shake knowing what was going to happen. He licks a long wet strip up your lips, dipping his tongue past the folds. He growls as he tastes making you shiver.

He dives back into your folds, paying attention to your clit, gently sucking and circling the sensitive bud.

Once satisfied with your moaning and withering he moved back to your aching entrance, his thumb rubs circles in place of his tongue.

Your hips jolt and grind at everything that Jason give to you. Dear god he was gonna make you cum before he was even inside of you.

“Jay.” You managed to whimper.

“Shhhh.” He hushed with his mouth still against you , “Your supposed to be sleeping baby.”

“Fuck you.” your annoyed reply turning more into a moaning plea.

“Let me finish up here and you can fuck me all you want.” He replies smugly.

Your brain short circuits and you lose any snappy comeback to throw back at him.

His thumb quicken their tight circles and his mouth continues their assault on your entrance.

You gasp right as you meet your peak and you cum, flows of moans and breathes leave your throat. Jason allows you ride his face for a moment or two before he can’t wait any longer.

He pulls away tugging his underwear off and watching you pant as you still lay on your stomach.

His cock springs free from his boxers, standing ready at attention. He huffed in excitement and anticipation and smiled down at you. Gently he turned you over on your back again before settling between your shaking legs. He kisses along your warm skin, his lower body temperature cooling you off a little again.

“Are you asleep yet baby?” He teases.

You tisk in annoyance, “You know I’m not.”

He chuckled continuing to work his lips against my skin.

Suddenly he sits back into his knees parting your quacking legs. Fisting his cock in one hand he pumps it a few times, smearing the beads of pre-cum around the tip.

Your lids peel open finally looking up to your naked boyfriend. His eyes locked to your, smiling down before spitting into his hand and bringing it down to his cock, massaging along his shaft. You hips twitched as the arousing action.

“This ok baby?” He asks in a sweet but slightly more serious tone.

You nod up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth. Despite his talent of persuasion, all you needed to do was say the word and he would stop, but you had no intention of doing that now.

With your body still buzzing, Jason glides his tip along your slit, gently pressing through your folds. Your body jolts as it brushes your sensitive button at the top and your eyes roll closed again. He gives a groan in satisfaction at your sopping pussy.

“Jesus Fuck.” He whisper under his breath then finally he pushes into you. He eases into you until his pelvis is flush against yours. You fist the pillow cradling your head, the fabric of the pillow case tight in your fingers.

The walls of your sex squeeze around your boyfriends cock forcing a grunt from his chest. Then leaning forward he towers over you with his forearms caged around your head. He pulled out leisurely, expelling a desperate whimpering moan from you.

His lips ghost over your own, wanting to meet them but still too desperate for oxygen to fully commit.

His next thrust is quicker but he still minds his pace knowing you needed a few thrusts to fully adjust. You hum with contentment making Jason smile. The Wayne’s had quite the issue with accepting affection that was offered to them. The fact you were always so comfortable and relaxed around him brought him a source of pride that made him think that maybe he wasn’t the killing machine he thought he was.

He rock himself harder into you, his thrusts becoming more stimulating and intense. Moans and grunts fill the room as his thrusts become faster. Lips brushing along skin. Sweat trickling along their bodies.

Your feet started out flat on the bed, now your legs were pulled up towards your chest, his tip brushing even deeper inside of you.

You cry out as a new wave of pleasure ripples from your pelvis. Jason’s lips were pressed to your cheeks then down to your neck, sucking at your pulse point until you were certain it would leave a purple hickey.

“Jason, please.” You nails dig into his lower back as you beg.

He hisses at the painful bite of your fingernails.

“I know baby. Almost there.” He continues to rut into you, his own orgasm quickly approaching as well.

He pulled back a little, giving himself more room to snake his hands between their bodies. In turn, y/n hand slides down to his biceps, keeping a grip to ground herself.

His hand laid spread flat on her lower abdomen, his thumb gliding to her soaked clit, and rubbed in tight circles.

Your body arches as your orgasm crashed through you. Jason groans as your nail bite into his arm that does nothing to slow his approaching orgasm. If anything it eggs him on and with your pussy clenching around his pulsating member, he was on the edge of bliss.

He pulled out, furiously fisting his cock. He hated pulling out but without a condom he refused to risk pregnancy with just your birth control alone. He gasps and groans as he reaches his own climax. Mumbling some profanity, he cums onto your stomach. Thick milky spurts painting your skin as you lay limp on the bed. Your thigh trembling softly around Jason’s sweaty form as he collapses on top of you. You both gasp for breath, coming down from your righteous high.

After a few moments your breathing went back to normal and he slips from your sticky grasp moving to the bathroom. You whimper as the hot summer temperature starts to inch along you in place of your cooler boyfriend.

Jason approaches again, now with a clean torso with a wet Lilac rag, wiping the cum off your stomach and a quick swipe up her wet sex. She spasms as he nudged her sensitive pearl. He chuckled at your shaking frame while he cleans his own pulsing cock.

He throws the rag towards the hamper in the corner of your room, not caring if it actually makes it in. He lays back on top of you kissing along your chest and neck again. Your legs wrap around your partner and his head rests on your chest, sighing in content relief. Your fingers card through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally brushing the white streaks along the top of his hairline.

“How was that baby?” He mumbled.

“Wonderful. I don’t think sex with you has been anything short of that.” You express.

“I appreciate the praise.” He chuckles.

You eyes flutter close as sleepiness once again floods your body.

“I found an apartment out on patrol tonight. It’s just outside of east Gotham. Come see it with me tomorrow.” He pleads.

“I have w-“

“Then take it off. Please. I know you will love it. We have been saving a lot, it’s a good price range and it’s in a safe area. It’s perfect. It has a functioning hot water system and ac unit. Please.”

He’s practically begging you at this point and it’s hard to say no.

You sigh heavy “Just tomorrow. Your lucky I’ve been saving my vacation time.”

He kisses you on the forehead then returns back to his spot on your chest.

“I promise you’ll love it.” He presses his lips to your neck. You grasp his hair tenderly to bring him back for a kiss and you smile then roll on top of him. Your hair dropping down and curtaining around each other as you loom over him.

“Well Mr. Todd, since you so rudely woke me up and my plans for tomorrow are suddenly cleared up, care for a round two?”

His amused confusion morphed into smiling mischievousness.

“Hell yes.”

Authors note: if anyone is looking for it The ‘Falling in Love with the Boy Next Door’ series isn’t finished but I am having a really hard time finishing it. I have had this in my drafts so i figured why not. Also if you were looking for the series, the next one is the last part.

#jason todd #red hood #dc comcis #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #jason todd fluff

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rebeccathenaturalist · 9 months

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Why We Need to Care About Insects

Originally posted on my website at https://rebeccalexa.com/why-we-need-to-care-about-insects/

Some months back a study was released that demonstrates just how damaging climate change is to insects, particularly those in tropical areas. Warming temperatures cause insects to die from overheating and dehydration, kills off their food sources, and lowers their fertility rates to dangerous levels. Moreover, changes in climate affect insect phenology, the timing of when they hatch, migrate, breed, and so forth.

And because insects are so small, they’re often disproportionately affected by many of these problems. As ectotherms, they rely on the air around them to regulate their body temperatures; their small mass means they lose heat faster than larger animals, and can be overloaded with heat much more quickly. Tropical insects are especially at risk from major fluctuations in temperature because they are adapted to a relatively narrow temperature range.

Gray spruce looper moth (Caripeta divisata)

But the problem goes far beyond the tropics, and we are in the middle of an insect apocalypse. This problem often flies under the radar of those who are not already aware of invertebrate conservation. While a few insects, such as monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) and domestic honey bees (Apis mellifera), find themselves in the press on a regular basis, most species don’t have large fan clubs. Some of my favorite insects include the white-tipped ctenucha moth (Ctenucha rubroscapus), the velvet snail-eating beetle (Scaphinotus velutinus), and the black-tailed bumblebee (Bombus melanopygus), none of which are insects you’re likely to find making the headlines.

To be fair, there are a lot of insect species out there, so it would be hard to feature every single one individually. But we already face the problem that many people simply just don’t see why we need to worry about fewer bugs around. Last year I wrote an article about how search engines tend to produce exterminator sites at the top of results for various insects, and while some of that is no doubt due to advertising-oriented algorithms, they do reflect a widespread demand for extermination services that isn’t matched by more positive attention to these little animals.

Much has been said among entomologists, ecologists, and other professionals about why we need to be concerned about the drastic drop in the numbers of many insect species, and I’ve written about it as well. I could reiterate what would happen if we lost our pollinators (and also how to save them!) or the crucial role insect detritivores play in reducing diseases and keeping the food web cycling along. And I am still a champion for mosquitoes and other unpopular insects.

Green stink bug (Chinavia hilaris)

But these things always bear repeating. It may be that nine out of every ten organisms on this planet is an insect. Insects play an incredible number of ecological roles, from ecosystem engineers to pollinators to food sources and much more. Without them, ecosystems around the planet would collapse entirely.

I could certainly take the self-interested route and emphasize that fully one-third of our food relies on insects and other pollinators. I might also point out that insect detritivores help nourish the soil needed for everything from food crops to timber. While terrestrial insects and other arthropods only make up about a fifth of the amount of global biomass as their marine counterparts, they still represent a natural sink that holds about 200 million tons of carbon at any given time.

But our anthropocentric worldview rarely considers the intrinsic value of insects simply for existing. We’re constantly weighing and measuring their worth based on our biases and values. We divide them into “good” or “bad” insects: good insects are those that do things we like, like pollination or looking pretty, while bad insects are the ones that chew on our homes and plants or which bite or sting us when threatened or seeking food. For a lot of people, any insect beyond maybe a butterfly is a reason to say “Ewww, gross!” I’ve even seen this widespread among self-professed nature lovers, whether they have a true entemophobia or not, though there may be an evolutionary reason for this seemingly disproportionate reaction.

So consider this yet another attempt to change opinions about insects. I can’t cure entemophobia, but I can at least get people thinking more critically about personal and societal attitudes toward insects. I hope to get people to realize that widespread use of pesticides and other garden/agricultural chemicals–which has increased fifty-fold in twenty-five years–is driving the loss of so many insects. I’ve mentioned before that habitat loss is the single biggest cause of species endangerment and extinction, and that goes for insects, too. And, of course, the study mentioned at the start of this article is just one highlighting the increasing impact climate change has on insects worldwide.

Metric Paper Wasp (Polistes metricus)

Let me wrap this up on a bright note: word is getting out. There is a lot more awareness than there was twenty years ago, and there’s more nuance than we had in the early “save the (domesticated European honey) bees” campaigns. More people are ditching pesticides and other garden chemicals unless absolutely needed, and regenerative agricultural practices that use fewer chemicals overall are gaining ground. And while numerous organizations are increasing awareness of insect conservation, the Xerces Society for Invertebrate Conservation–the oldest organization dedicated solely to invertebrates–is still going strong.

And you can help spread the word, too. Share this article with others, and some of the resources and organizations linked throughout. Consider your own relationship to the native insects in the world around you, and whether you might make their lives a little easier. And remember that sometimes it is the smallest of things that have the greatest importance in such a massive system as an entire living planet.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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Mint chocolate chip:

Jade isn’t the biggest fan of chocolate chip ice cream. Thank you @nattinatalia for giving me the idea to write about how picky little Jade is! 🤭

You were making dinner in the kitchen when Hazel ran over to you.

“Do you need help Mommy?” She pulled the step stool up beside you and stood on it proudly.

“I’m okay bug, Thank you. Where are your daddy and Jadey?” You asked as you continued to cut vegetables.

“They’re still playing soccer in the backyard. I got bored” she confessed making you laugh.

“Well, if you want to help me, go put these plates on the table for me, okay?” You handed her some plates and she nodded as she carefully walked to the table.

You were standing over the oven, just scrolling on your phone when you heard the giggles and chatter of Jack and Jade coming back inside.

“Mommy!” Jade ran over to you and hugged your leg.

Jack was dripping in sweat, you kept your eyes on him for a moment. He noticed and couldn’t help but smirk, “what?”

“Nothing” You felt your face grow warm. “Go shower! You stink” you teased.

“Yeah. Phew, like a skunks” Jade giggled.

Jack laughed, walking over to kiss you before doing a short jog to the master bedroom to take a shower.

By the time Jack was done with his shower it was time to eat, the two of you served the girls before yourselves and then sat at the table together.

“Ims getting good at soccer Mommy” Jade giggled as her food came spilling out of her mouth.

“Jade, chew all your food first or you’ll choke” Hazel groaned letting out an annoyed sigh.

“Ohs, I sorry” Jade mumbled, poking out her lip and obviously her feelings were hurt.

“Hazey didn’t mean to hurt your feelings bug, she’s just worried you’ll choke and get hurt” Jack reassured her, he tended to pick up on her sensitive moments because she was a lot like you.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad Jadey” Hazel also reassured her.

“It’s otay, still love you” Jade swung her feet back and forth.

“Can we have ice cream after dinner?” Hazel asked both you and Jack and truth be told you couldn’t remember if you even had any.

“Ummm, let me see if there is any left” You stood up from the table to check the freezer.

Jack followed you, his hands on your waist as he walked up behind you, pressing his chest into your back.

“I may have eaten the rest of the ice cream last night” he whispered and you turned around to face him.

“You? Eating sweets? What the hell?” You reached out to feel his forehead. “You don’t feel warm so I know you’re not sick…”

He laughed at how overdramatic you were being. “I know, that’s wild huh?”

“Wait we have some more in the other freezer!” You turned on the lights in another room and went over to your huge freezer. You pulled out a carton of ice cream and handed it to Jack.

Hazel and Jade had already run over to the both of you eagerly awaiting to see if they would be having ice cream tonight.

“Ice cream?” Jade tilted her head.

“We only have this one” Hazel pointed to the carton and Jade stuck her tongue out in disgust.

“Why’s green?” She asked horrified and Jack held back a laugh.

“It’s mint flavored” Hazel said excitedly.

“Mint?” Jade looked at all three of you confused.

“I’ll scoop it” Jack laughed, placing the carton on the counter.

The girls ran off to play in the living room, while they waited.

“She’s not going to like it” you whispered to your husband, you were already on your phone trying to figure out how to get more ice cream delivered to your house.

“What makes you think that?” He quietly asked in response.

“She’s been a little more picky with food lately.” You ordered some familiar flavors to be delivered from a store nearby.

“We really do have a mini-me and a mini-you” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Come here ” he pulled you closer to him, covering your face in kisses. “I’m just joking baby.”

“I know” You smiled, and you handed Hazel her bowl of ice cream first.

“Thank you” she giggled before immediately starting to eat her ice cream.

“Jadey, come here bug!” You called.

You heard the pitter-patter of feet coming your way. “Do you wanna try the ice cream before getting a scoop?”

“Yup!” She giggled.

Jack gave her a spoon with a small piece on it.

“Oh yucky” Her nose immediately scrunched up and she went to spit it out, you caught it before she did. You handed Jack back the spoon that still had most of the ice cream on it.

“You don’t like it Jadey ?” Jack asked surprised, he ate the remaining ice cream off the spoon. “This is my favorite ice cream.”

“Mine too” Hazel chimed in, you knew that wasn’t necessarily true but she wanted to be just like her daddy and who were you to stop her?

“Daddy, you likes toothpaste ice cream?” Jade asked seriously, making the three of you laugh.

“You think it tastes like toothpaste?” Hazel giggled.

“Yes, I’m otay. I don’t need ice cream” Jade sighed in disappointment and you poked your lip out at her.

“I ordered some cookie dough ice cream for us bug, it should be delivered soon.”

“You’re the best mommy!” Jade hugged your leg and you smiled.

“I don’t want toothpaste ice cream either” you teased looking over at your husband who already had his entire mouth full of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“More for us” Hazel smiled at her dad, who immediately gave her a high five in response.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack

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