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charlesf1leclerc · 9 months

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Summary- a night in the life of the leclercs

Warnings- cuteness, badly translated French, talks of bathing kids, poorly edited ( like not re read so if you see some really bad mistake please tell me )

Notes - Inds- Indy’s nickname, Lily- Sicilys nickname

It was currently 5:30 on a Saturday evening and it was time to start the Leclerc family house good night routine. You and Charles had a system a system that works as sometimes it could get a bit challenging with two little girls 6 and 2 especially they were both in polar opposite stages of their life’s but vogue just as crazy in their own way.

Both girls were sat on the couch watching cartoons to entertain them. Charles was on the dinning room table looking through that notebook of his were he writes all his racing notes, you weren’t 100% sure but you loved how committed he was to his work. You were in the kitchen getting dinner ready for your family tonight spaghetti bolognese and of course you were the one cooking as well all knew Charles could not cook for the life of him. As you were chopping up the carrots for the sauce Charles got up from the table

and can over and kissed you on the lips.

“ I’m gonna get the girls in the bath “ He spoke rubbing your back.

“Thank you, good luck” I laughed as he walked over to the couch we’re the girls were sat

“ ok my angles time for a bubble bath”

“No papa show not done” Sicily spoke in her cute toddler voice

“ I know but do you know how fun it’s gonna be in the bath, with bubbles and we could even get some of those bath time markers out” he kneeled down beside the couch rubbing her chubby little cheeks

“ sounds good to me” Sicily smiled jumping down from the couch

“ Ind’s you too come on Cherie “

“ 5 more minutessss”

“ how about I pause it and we come back and watch it again later”

“ if I must” she spoke getting off the couch as well following her sister as they both toddled us the stairs. This girls were getting far to sassy for your liking.

The girls were now currently splashing in the bath with the bubbles flying around. The bath titles were covered in doodles from the bath markers you and Charles had brought in order to keep them both occupied during bath time. Charles was shampooing both of their hair and rinsing it off with a little cup filled with water.

“ look papa flower” Sicily pointed to her drawing on the tiles that looked like a blob.

“Wow that’s very beautiful” he spoke leaning on the bathtub and stroking her freshly washed hair.

“That’s not a flower, this is” Indy spoke to her as she draw a flower on the tiled wall.

“ their both beautiful flowers girls , all flowers are different” Charles didn’t want either of the girls to get upset.

“ ok time to get out loves dinner is basically ready I can smell it up here”

Charles had gotten both girls out of the bath and wrapped up in their little towels.

“ Indy why don’t you go get into your pjs and wait in your room I’ll be in once I’ve gotten Lily dressed”

Charles had picked out the cute little pks and gotten the youngest daughter dressed and her hair brushed out knot free ready for bed.

“ ok Lily go down stairs and keep mummy company while I check on your sister” he encouraged as she ran down the stairs excited to see her mum and to eat of course that girl loved food.

Walking into the oldest daughters room seeing her all dressed in her pj’s Charles grabbed the brush and began brushing the girls long brown locks.

“ ouch papa”

“Sorry chérie since when did your hair get this long “ he apologised

“ it just grew I don’t know” she shrugged

“ Dinners ready everyone “ y/n called from downstairs

“ ok let’s go eat that delicious food Cherie”

Indy walked down the stairs and Charles closely followed behind her. By now the time was 6:30.

Indy walked over and pulled a chair out to sit in at the dinning room table. While Charles swept Sicily up and placed her into her high chair she has basically grown out of.

You laid the dinner out on the placemats infront of everyone.

“This looks delicious baby” Charles spoke taking his place at the table digging into dinner.

To say dinner was well enjoyed was an understatement the girls ate every last bite and so did you and Charles although a lot of Sicilys food ended up on her bib that you would rather she not wear as you thought she was to old but you didn’t want her to keep getting her clothes dirty.

“Papa can we finish the cartoon like you promised now?” Indy shook Charles arm in a pleading manner

“ ok girls but only 20mins and then time to get ready for bed ok”

“ yay thank you” Indy spoke running away

“ up papa me wanna watch” Sicily put her arms above her head.

Charles lifted the 2 year old out of her high chair and she copied her sisters movements running into the living room behind her.

Charles packed up the dishes on the table taking them into the kitchen. While you put the placemats away and wiped down the table and high chair.

Charles had started on washing the dishes and you moved to stand next to him drying them and putting them away. There did need to be constant conversation between you two that’s just how you worked you loved each others presence.

By the time 7:30 had rolled around The two girls were both back in the bathroom this time brushing their teeth. Charles had placed the barbie toothpaste onto their toothbrush and Indy was brushing her teeth while Sicily was trying to but Charles had to help every now and then.

You were in the kids bedrooms folding back the covers and trying their night lights on getting their bedrooms ready for bed. Laying out their teddies the way they liked or you knew they wouldn’t sleep.

It was now when you and Charles split up you alternated each night what girl you would get into bed. Tonight it was Charles job to but Sicily to bed and your job to put Indy to bed.

Charles had gotten Sicily into bed and tucked her in. They had chosen out a book to read for the night and Charles had sat on the bed next to her reading to her in a soft voice.

“ The end”

“ no more papa more”

“ tomorrow night sweetie time for bed now, but first let’s say our good nights”

“ good-“ Lily went to start saying her good nights

“ how about we say it in French tonight Cherie” Charles encouraged

“ ok, bonne nuit étoiles, bonne nuit lune, bonne nuit maison, bonne nuit maman, bonne nuit papa, bonne nuit Indy ( goodnight stars, goodnight moon , goodnight house , goodnight mum , goodnight dad , goodnight Indy ) Sicily said her good nights

“ good job, ok night sweetie I’ll see you in the morning “ Charles stood up putting the book back on the bookshelf kissing her head and leaving the room shutting the door.

At the same time you were coming out of Indy’s room shutting the door as well.

“ both asleep huh “ he asked

“ yep “ you replied

“How is this how we are spending our Saturday night?” Charles asked

“Yeah but you know you love it “ you laughed

Charles wrapped his arm around your waist as you both walked down stairs to watch Tv and snuggle on the couch before going to bed yourself.

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Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed feel free to leave any comments. Or leave any requests in my request box. Xx

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pollenallergie · 2 years

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18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

I personally disagree with the headcanon that Eddie can’t cook. In fact, I think that man passed Home Ec. with flying colors in high school. Most of the Hellfire guys took shop class because they thought it was more manly or badass or whatever the fuck, but not Eddie. Eddie needed to learn to sew because Wayne sucked at it and the old lady two lots over was getting real sick of him asking her to use her frail, arthritic fingers to sew yet another goddamn patch on his vest or his backpack or whatever else he wanted to decorate with the logos of his favorite metal bands. Glenda was a sweet lady, of course, and she loved Eddie like he was her own grandson, but even her kindness had its limits. So, he took Home Ec. Plus, he kind of underestimated it and thought it would be like way easier than shop class.

Turns out it was actually insanely more difficult because while Jeff and Gareth got to spend forty-five minutes a day working on bird houses and toolboxes, Eddie had to learn how to operate a sewing machine, create a household budget, change a dirty diaper, and, oh yeah, make like three different kinds of sauce from fucking scratch. Labor intensity aside, Eddie oddly thrived in that class. I mean, he took to the sewing machine like a champ and he made a mean roux for mac and cheese. Not to mention, Miss Bowman absolutely adored him.

That was her first year teaching at Hawkins High, having just graduated college, so she was already plenty nervous. However, it got much, much worse when the, at the time, 16-year-old metalhead, who smelled like a well-used ashtray, sauntered into her class fifteen minutes late and very clearly stoned out of his mind. Imagine her surprise when that same kid expressed a genuine interest in learning how to keep track of household purchases and sharpen a kitchen knife. Unbeknownst to her, his fascination stemmed from the fact that 1) being able to keep track of financial transactions would be super beneficial for him as a rookie pot dealer and 2) the kid liked sharp, shiny things. So, in her blissful ignorance, Miss Bowman actually kind of developed a soft spot for the misfit, much like a little kid might for a scrappy alleycat.

Not to mention, due to him genuinely wanting to learn how to do some of this shit, Eddie rarely showed up to class late or less-than-sober after that first day. He even began to enjoy that class a little bit; the teacher was nice, she didn’t hate him (which was rare), and most of the kids in the class were pretty accepting of him once they realized that he was pulling a stable A-. In fact, the future head-cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, even directly asked him for help with her sourdough starter once; which he thought was pretty cool (and also terrifying).

A couple years down the line, his impeccable home-making skills would come in handy when he finally managed to snag the person of his dreams, you. In fact, your first date with Eddie involved him making an elaborate feast of spaghetti in doused in a delightful, homemade bolognese sauce with a side of homemade garlic bread (Eddie made the bread from scratch and everything) and some wine (that he definitely did not steal from a liquor store two towns over because Eddie would never do that), lighting some candles, turning on some soft music (one of Wayne’s old country records; the only one that Eddie figured wasn’t too twangy), and setting tiny kitchen table like it was a fancy table-for-two at some pricey restaurant in the city. It was perfect and, honestly more than you’d ever expected. When he asked you out, you expected a simple movie date or maybe going to watch some band who was not nearly as good as Corroded Coffin play at local bar together, not an amazing home-cooked meal and a night alone with a shaggy-haired, doe eyed aidoneus. It’s safe to say that the pasta wasn’t the only thing that got saucy that night, if you catch my drift. Eddie gave you a taste of his other homemade sauce, if you know what I mean.

So yeah, Eddie Munson can cook. The man is a fucking wiz in the kitchen.

#why must my brain plague me with random headcanons for edward francis munson instead of letting me sleep???#that being said…#put some respect on his name #the man is a god #can he remember to shower regularly? no #but can he cook a fucking deliciousioso meal for the one he loves? fuck yeah he can #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson ficlet #pol’s greatest hits

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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National Poutine Day

In Canada, particularly in Quebec, poutine is a staple food, if not also an iconic one. It has become a popular food in America as well as in other countries, and we celebrate it today, on National Poutine Day. Standard poutine is made up of fresh-cut french fries, squeaky fresh cheese curds, and brown gravy, but there are many variations of the dish. Among other possibilities, the name may have come from the word "pudding," which is spelled pouding in French, or from poutine, which is slang for "mess" in Quebec. It is pronounced "pou-tin" in the French-dominated regions of Quebec and New Brunswick, but as "poo-teen" elsewhere.

According to the most widely known and accepted story, poutine was first served at L’Idéal (Café Ideal)—a restaurant that later changed its name to Le Lutin Qui Rit (The Laughing Elf)—in 1957, in the small town of Warwick, in Arthabaska County, Quebec, a town known for producing squeaky cheese curds. A usual customer, Eddy Lainsesse, requested curds on top of his fries. The restaurant owner, Fernand Lachance, supposedly replied, "Ça va faire une maudite poutine," which roughly translates to "That's going to make a dreadful mess." A variation of the story says that Lainsesse asked for the curds and fries to be thrown together in a paper bag, upon which Lachance looked into the bag and said, "This is poutine." The dish started being sold in a bag and soon caught on. Patrons began adding ketchup and vinegar to it. In 1963, Lachance began serving it on plates. Customers soon noticed that the fries got cold quickly, so Lachance added gravy to keep them warm.

According to another story, poutine was created by Jean-Paul Roy, owner of Le Roy Jucep, a drive-in restaurant in Drummondville, Quebec. He had been serving a dish of gravy and french fries called patate-sauce since 1958, and in 1964 noticed that some of his diners were adding cheese curds to it. He soon added a dish that contained all three ingredients and named it fromage-patate-sauce.

No matter how poutine got its start, it soon could be found being sold as street food in Canada. By 1969 it was being sold in Quebec City at the Ashton Snack Bar food truck on Boulevard Wilfred-Hamel, and it was being sold in Montreal by 1983. By the early 1980s, it had become a widely popular street food in Ontario and Quebec.

It made its debut in Canadian chain restaurants in 1985, appearing on the menu at Frits, a now-defunct Quebec-based chain. By the 1990s, poutine had reached mass popularization in the country, after its inclusion on the menus of other chains. It first appeared on a Burger King menu in 1987 in Quebec, and soon spread to other locations of the chain. The same happened with McDonald's in 1990. Canadian fast-food chain Harvey's debuted it on menus across the country in 1992.

But poutine wasn't to remain only as street food and fast food. By the early 2000s, it was appearing in high-end Canadian restaurants. It was put on the menu at Aud Pied de Cochon in Montreal in 2002, where it was topped with foie gras. Other high-end Montreal restaurants followed suit. Garde Manger began serving an Iron Chef America-winning lobster poutine, and Pub Quartier Latin put poutine made with steak, truffles, and red wine demi-glace on their menu.

Some Canadian restaurants have made poutine their main focus. La Banquise in Montreal began serving it in the 1980s. They started with the standard version and an Italian version with bolognese sauce instead of gravy. They have since expanded to serving 30 types. Smoke's Poutinerie was started in Toronto in 2008, the first poutine-only restaurant in that city. Other poutine-only restaurants that followed in Canada are Poutini's House of Poutine, La Poutinerie, and Poutineville.

Poutine made its first foray into the United States in New Jersey and New York, where a variation of the recipe called "Disco Fries" became popular. This version substituted mozzarella or cheddar cheese for the curds. Poutine has since become relatively common in the States, and took hold in other countries as well, such as the United Kingdom and Russia.

As mentioned, there are various types of poutine besides the usual french fries, cheese curds, and gravy combination. Different types of potatoes, cheese, and sauces can be used. Italian poutine may use spaghetti sauce instead of gravy; veggie poutine is made with mushroom sauce and vegetables; Irish poutine is made with lardons. La galvaude is from Gaspésie and is made with chicken and green peas. A variation in Montreal uses smoked meat.

Festivals devoted to poutine are held across Canada throughout the year. Montreal, Ottawa, and Toronto are some cities that hold them. On National Poutine Day, events are held and specials are available at restaurants in countries like Canada and the United States. For example, My Meatball Place in Toronto has given away free samples of meatball and vegan poutine, and The Hops Spot in Syracuse has offered half-price poutine. With so many types of poutine—and so many restaurants that serve it in some parts of the world—there is no reason to remain hungry on National Poutine Day.

How to Observe National Poutine Day (Canada)

Here are some ideas on how to celebrate the day:

Make your own poutine. You could make the original version or another variation of the dish. You could even make Disco Fries, the Americanized version of the dish.

Check if there is a place near you that serves poutine.

Enjoy poutine at a Canadian restaurant that specializes in the dish, such as La Banquise, Smoke's Poutinerie, Poutini's House of Poutine, La Poutinerie, or Poutineville. Smoke's Poutinerie also has some locations in the United States.

Have poutine at a restaurant in Warwick, Quebec, the town where the dish is said to have originated, or have it at Le Roy Jucep in Drummondville, Quebec, the other location where it is said to have gotten its start.

Eat some poutine at Harvey's or at another fast food restaurant in Canada.

Enjoy poutine at a high-end Canadian restaurant such as Aud Pied de Cochon, Garde Manger, or Pub Quartier Latin.

See if there are any specials on poutine today at restaurants such as My Meatball Place in Toronto or The Hops Spot in Syracuse.

Plan a trip to an upcoming poutine fest, such as Montreal's Le Grand Poutinefest, Ottawa Poutine Fest, or Toronto Poutine Fest.

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unqrowned · 1 year

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hii! i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests or still writing but i was wondering if you can write anything (literally anything) about late nights in arvens kitchen. (arven x reader dancing in his kitchen late at night listening to his music while cooking together) That’s just what i’d imagine but literally i’d love to read anything! I love your arven fics smsm and the arven blog has been empty for a bit, i’d love to see more of what you write :)

— Late Nights

no pronouns mentioned for the reader ( gender-neutral ) !

It wasn’t unusual for you to be at Arven’s dorm. At this point, you found yourself being there more often than in your own dorm.

Arven invited you over to hang out and keep him company while he studied. You, of course, agreed and that’s what brought you to his dorm.

For the most part, you were stretched out on his bed while idly chatting with him. Once he seemingly grew quieter, you knew the tells that he was fully focused on what he was reading and redirected your attention to giving Mabosstiff pets and then catching Iono’s stream.

Her stream seemed to be about showing off food, all decorated to resemble Pokémon, at a cafe she was streaming at. The adorable food led you to switch apps and search up more videos, and you knew that you just had to recreate one of these.

And that you had to get Arven involved.

He seemed a bit confused at your sudden insistence on making food at this hour, making you realize just how late it was. But you insisted there was no better time than the present, to which Arven eventually agreed to the idea.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you accidentally admitted to skipping out on dinner because you were more focused on getting to Arven’s dorm right after your adventuring for the day…

Somewhere in the midst of finishing the bow-shaped pastries for the dessert, you stepped back and admired your work. The decorations still needed to be done, which you were partially dreading, but you were quite proud of what you’ve accomplished. You only interrupted Arven a couple times and managed to leave him alone long enough for him to focus on making bolognese sauce for the pasta that was boiling. He already completed the Yamper bun aspect for the dish, which definitely made you regret your decision in declaring that you’d take care of dessert instead of the pasta, but it was fine! You certainly wouldn’t offend every Sylveon out there once you began decorating the pastries to bear some semblance to them.

Hopefully.

Deciding that you’ve stalled long enough, you returned back to your spot and went to reach the powdered sugar when you heard the next song playing from your Rotom Phone that hovered above you and Arven.

You recognized the melody instantaneously and drummed your fingers on the counter. Within seconds, you put your decorating tasks on hold and sung along with the song below your breath. It didn’t take more than a second for you to sway along to the beat.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a smile unfurling on Arven’s face as he watched you from where he stood. The second that you both made eye contact, you wasted no time crossing the space between you two to approach him. You offered your hands to him and he easily slid his hands into yours after he quickly lowered the flames on the stove.

With a tug towards you, you guided him closer and began to swing your connected hands. As the song continued on, you both began to sway your bodies and eventually moved around within the space of his kitchen. It was a bit awkward with the limited space though neither one of you had any complaints.

“Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu,” You decided to sing along once again all while you maintained eye contact with Arven.

You savored the way that Arven’s face slowly bursted into a nice, rosy shade that coated the surface of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His expression changing to one of surprise was a delight, causing you to miss the next line, but you immediately jumped to sing the following one.

“Me gusta su cocina—”

“Me gustas tu,” Arven finished the line, his gaze had long left you and shifted onto Mabosstiff instead.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, glints of adoration shining at how Arven joined in with singing. Heat rose up in your cheeks and you could hardly stop the grin that broke across your face from growing. You returned back to dancing, giving Arven the space needed to gain the strength to glance back at you in his flustered state. The blush didn’t leave his face though to be fair, you were certain you were sporting a matching one as well.

Once the song came to an end and started on the next one on your playlist, you and Arven stared at one another.

“We should probably check back on the food,” Arven said. Despite that, he made no effort in separating from your side or looking back at the neglected food on the counters and stove.

You nodded your head in consideration though found yourself swaying to the next song. “Hmm, after one more dance?” You asked, giving Arven’s hand a light squeeze, as you looked up at him hopefully.

A sigh fell from Arven’s mouth, but his grin gave away his act. He spared you a quick glance and his expression softened along with his grin, “Sure, after one more dance, bud.”

#— ✦ ˙ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 .ᐟ #— ✦ ˙ 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑜𝒾𝒹𝓈 .ᐟ #pokemon #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #arven x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #fun fact: I was referencing the food from pokecafe remix #the yummy yamper pasta & sylveon custard slice #I really hope you like this anon!#I very much enjoy receiving Arven requests #I love writing for him so much

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blueberrybladelemonade · 2 months

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🌺🌸New Blooms, Familiar Love🌺🌸

Aka Cae's 🌺🌸Spring Special🌸🌺

Summary: Spring leads to weather that isn't too cold nor too hot. In fact, it sounds like a good day to go for a picnic with your boyfriend.

Contains: A spring picnic, Homemade food, Berry picking, Watch your step, Fluff.

Clouds billowed and drifted lazily across the sky. As one of them parted overhead, it revealed the brilliant blue sky and golden yellow sun above. It wasn't too hot or too cold today. There was even a slight breeze but not one strong enough to blow away any of your stuff.

Overall, today couldn't be better for your picnic.

You walk with Peppino towards your destination, the ground beneath was soft and gave way with each step. You wove your fingers together with his as you matched each other's pace. In your free hand you had a blanket tucked under your arm whereas Peppino was carrying a decently sized basket.

As you look over at a group of trees in the distance you give a thoughtful hum as you considered it. Peppino followed your lead as you veered in that direction. A heavy smell of earth in the air beneath the tree mixed with the faint odor of new growth. You wrinkle your nose and shake your head. The ground here was still considerably soggy from the rain yesterday.

Instead you trudge along for another minute before pointing to what looks like a perfect location farther away. A large, singular tree surrounded by an open field. You nod and gesture with your head in that direction.

Birds flit to and fro, landing within the branches before dashing into the air again. All the while singing their hearts out. It was a joyous and optimistic melody, though it was easy to imagine they were all fighting to outdo each other to sing the loudest to attract a mate.

The earth around the tree was flat enough, now that you had gotten a closer look. You prod at the ground with the tip of your shoe, nodding back at Peppino as the grass sprang back without much dampness. This spot was perfect.

Carefully you set the blanket down, unfolding it under the tree where the branches above extended overhead to shade you both. Peppino following suit, setting the basket between you both.

As the blanket was spread out, you pull a corner taut one last time to smooth out the creases. Content with your handiwork, you stoop down to have a seat, attention turned back to Peppino. You watched as he opened the basket lid and began to pull out three plastic containers, two sets of plastic-ware, and a few napkins.

You recognize the contents of the one container, it was the antipasto salad you made last night. Peppino opened the other container, revealing what looked like a sort of bread with meat filled in the center. It looked familiar and yet- "Polenta nests" he beamed.

Looking back down at the nests, you realized they were tiny bite-sized versions of the bolognese Peppino would make. The polenta in this case held the meat and sauce in place, making them conveniently bite-sized.

You opened the last container, and the corners of your lips pulled upwards as you revealed the contents. It appeared to be stromboli but had been cut into small sandwiches. When you initially had made plans for a picnic and planning what to bring, you half heartedly joked Peppino should make stromboli.

"You didn't have to go all out." You marvel at the array of treats set before you.

"This is-a nothing, mia cara." Peppino waved you off, though the smile he had betrayed that he was proud of himself.

Two glass bottles clinked together as Peppino pulled them from the basket and handed you one of them. Sparkling lemonade

Once you had settled beneath the tree you set a napkin on your lap before taking one of the sandwiches, biting into it with a crunch. A blend of fragrant herbs and tang from the tomato sauce filled your mouth, chewing more gave you the blend of gooey cheese and savory meat.

The flavors make you hum and nod approvingly, finishing the sandwich in a few bites. You watch as he digs his fork into the antipasto and retrieves a chunk of provolone and pepperoncini.

You both chat away while you sip your sweet drink, light and refreshing, as you sit beneath the shade. The wind whistles through the tall grasses and wildflowers while birds continued to sing and dart about. Watching all the plants sway in the direction of the wind, feeling the breeze mess up your hair as Peppino smiles at you.

You opt for one last polenta nest before feeling full. With quick dab to the corner of your mouth you set aside your napkin.

Once you were both done eating, you helped pack up the containers, ensuring the lids were on tightly and double checking nothing would pop open. Peppino set the bottles on top of everything, saving them to toss later.

As he closed the basket, setting it off to the side he gives you a look, as if asking to stay for a while. You oblige, scooting closer to Peppino, enjoying the beautiful weather as the sun hung high in the sky. His hand brushed against yours and in response you weaved your fingers together.

Peppino reclined, then decided to lay down on the blanket, resting an arm under his head. Following suit, you lay beside him and he brings you closer so you could rest your head against his chest.

As you both laid on the blanket, enjoying the warm sun on your skin. Every so often you'd point out clouds that resemble one thing or another. You talked and laughed, lost in the moment and simply enjoying each others company.

You pause as you feel him looking at you, when you turn your head, he gives you a gentle smile.

"I love you".

"I love you too".

At some point you sat up, your back against the base of the tree, as Peppino rests his head in your lap. You idly played with a few strands of his hair on the back of his neck. As he dozed off again the corner of your mouth twitched into a grin.

You don't recall when you also nodded off but you stir as Peppino nudges you. As you blink down at him, he cracks an eye open lazily focusing up at you. "It'd be a shame to go home so soon on-a day like this." Peppino mumbles.

You purse your lips together in thought. Earlier today you had seen that poster on the way here. Leaning down to kiss his forehead, "We can go pick berries?" You suggest, tilting your head down at him. He gives you a smile, hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Sounds good mio tesoro".

You hold hands as you head back, grinning at each other. It was a wonderful picnic, and you both already had hints of a plan to do this again sometime soon.

****

You take an empty bucket in one hand, Peppino taking the other. You look out and there's at least a dozen acres of bushes filled with ripe blueberries. Every so often a dot of color, another person, would shift about through the dark greens of the shrubs.

"Let's-a go bit farther out," Peppino took your free hand in his own, leading you down one of the paths. The ground here was much more muddied, you note, stepping over a puddle. In a few places you almost slipped on the way, thankfully Peppino was there to help you regain your balance.

Picking blueberries was enjoyable, something you found you lost track of time with after a while. You ambled about through rows of greenery chatting about nothing and everything with Peppino. Overhead, the sun was partially obscured by white and grey clouds which you were thankful for, as you felt beads of sweat forming on your neck.

Every so often you'd toss a berry into your mouth, enjoying the subtly sweet juice, before returning to your task. Another indigo bead caught your attention when you moved to the next shrub.

You plucked a particularly large blueberry, bringing it closer to your face to examine it. As you look back to the bush it came from, you notice all of the blueberries growing on it were twice as large as the ones from other bushes.

The mud beneath your shoes became slick suddenly you feel yourself slump forward. In the next moment you feel yourself being pulled back to your feet, Peppino holding you up as you steady yourself. "Careful". The bucket that you had set down remained untouched.

You look back down into the buckets. Both were filled to the brim with blueberries. "We could make something with these tonight".

"We could-a make a pie later? Or a cake"?

You hum thoughtfully, mindful of your steps. "I'm thinking pie tonight, I'm pretty sure we have everything we need for it at home". As you made your way back towards the entrance of the garden you squint, looking for the station to bag your harvest.

"Tomorrow I can-a make semifreddo." Peppino trailed off, staring up into a nearby tree at the bird that landed there. "I think you would-a like it".

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and smile. "Anything you make is good, Pino". He returns your smile with one of his own. "I haven't-a made it in-a while but it's easy to make. We just-a need to get heavy cream".

You can't help but find it endearing how Peppino brightens as he shares how to make the dessert. As if he were suddenly recalling something nostalgic. On your way to leave, you stop to have the blueberries bagged, all while asking him where he learned to make it.

"My nonna would-a make it in the Spring and-a Summer. She made all-a sorts of flavors too".

***

Spring always brought unpredictable weather. What started as a bright clear sky had ended with dark grey clouds, rolling overhead with a heavy rumble. Gusts of wind sent rain pounding against the window.

You sit on your shared bed, looking through the fogged window as rain continues to pour down outside. the calming sound of heavy water drops fills your ears. you close your eyes, trying to focus your mind with the cool atmosphere.

Suddenly, you feel a warm, soft blanket draped over your shoulders. Opening your eyes and turning around, your eyes meet Peppino's, smiling softly down at you. He sat beside you, sinking down into bed and wrapped his arm around you.

"Enjoying the rain?" He asked, pulling you closer to him. You lean into his touch and give a small nod, "Mmhm," you hummed, "It sounds nice".

Peppino gave you a light squeeze, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.

As if on cue, a flash of lightning brought with it a distant clap of thunder, making Peppino jump and tighten his hold around you. Without a word you turn in his grasp and tug him closer so his head is resting against your shoulder. He exhales a sigh into your neck.

"It's moving away from us Pino, I don't think it'll get much louder".

"I-a hope so." He mumbles against your skin. Very faintly you hear the alarm from the kitchen beeping, indicating the pie was done.

"We should go get that." You mumble, feeling tired. " 'fore it burns".

"Come with-a me." Peppino tugs at your arm. Before he could slide off the bed you draw your arm back, bringing him with you. Your arms wrap around him tightly and you feel him relax against you as he returns your hug. "Thank you for today." You smile against him. "I love you Pino".

"I love you too, mio tesoro".

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Happiest of Birthdays

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Warnings: pure fluff (I think?)

Summary: it's Tom's birthday and he thinks he's going to have to spend it filming and calling on the phone with you. Is he?

“So… are you sure you can’t come home this week?” you asked, your phone held to your ear by your shoulder as you stirred the sauce for your bolognese. “I mean, it is your birthday, Tom,” you sighed, hearing a breathy chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“Well, I did ask but unfortunately, they needed me here in Atlanta for the next two weeks,” you heard the man sigh and you frowned but kept quiet as he continued speaking, “but we can still video chat, my darling, I could never forget to celebrate with you.”

You smiled and let the sauce simmer as you made your way over to the dining room and sat in one of the chairs, “shall we buy a cake and blow out the candles on the phone?”

Tom laughed and you heard him turn over in bed, the springs creaking beneath the man’s weight, “that sounds like a wonderful idea, darling.”

You grinned and blew a kiss down the phone before whispering, “I have to go, I will video call you later, my love.”

“Take care, Y/N,” your husband hummed down the phone before you hung up.

With a deep sigh, you shook your head and made your way into the kitchen to finish up your evening meal. While eating that night, you bought plane tickets to Atlanta that would leave the day before Tom’s birthday. You went to bed that night with a bright grin on your face that would put Loki to shame.

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You imagined the way his face would light up when he saw you, how he would engulf you in his arms and whisper how much he loved you. You even allowed your mind to slip into the more filthy thoughts as you poured your morning coffee on the day of your flight. Your suitcase was packed and you were ready for your flight. You had messaged Tom saying that you would be busy for the rest of the day so your normal call schedule would need to be put on hold. You regretted lying to him but if you didn’t, you would ruin the surprise and the birthday boy wouldn’t be very surprised.

Your taxi got to the house you and Tom shared and the cabbie helped you pack away the suitcase before beginning the journey to the airport.

“So, you going anywhere special?” the cabbie asked, looking in the rearview mirror to smile at you.

“Husband is on a business trip, I’m going to surprise him,” you answered simply, looking out of the window and sighing. You missed Tom so much, your heart ached terribly to wake up to the bed being cold beside you. Normally he would be away filming, sure, but he would never be away over his birthday.

You made it to the airport and sent Tom a quick text to say that you were alright and that you hoped he had a good day filming. When you saw that your plane was boarding, you grabbed your hand luggage and headed for the gate. Settling into your seat by the window, you waited to be up in the clouds before your eyes drooped and you fell asleep.

“Ma’am,” came the polite whisper from a stewardess as she gently held your shoulder, “we’re landing in five minutes, you need to wake up.”

You slowly opened your eyes and nodded gratefully to the woman before yawning and stretching your muscles. You had been asleep the whole flight? Impressive. You watched as the plane landed and you smiled with excitement as you realised that you were finally going to see Tom again after so long!

You ordered a taxi and waited outside of the airport after grabbing your luggage and when it arrived, you gave him the name of the hotel that Tom was staying at and the journey began. As you watch the buildings fly by, you smiled at the thought of being wrapped up in Tom’s arms again, the thought of your lips pressing against his. You grabbed your phone and looked at the text that you had gotten four hours into your flight.

Hope you are really alright, darling, don’t forget that cake for my birthday! I can’t wait to call you and see your face even if it’s through a silly screen. Much Loki love! ❤🎂

You giggled and shook your head as you switched off your phone when the driver pulled up in front of the hotel. Thanks to taking the 5am flight to Atlanta, you had arrived at nine am with the clock changes and despite your jetlag, you headed into the hotel and checked into the room beside Tom’s. Taking the elevator up, you anxiously tapped your hand on your suitcase. With a bright smile, you turned the key in your hotel door and rolled your suitcase in before walking out and shutting the door.

You had your money transferred into an American bank account temporarily so you didn’t have to carry cash and you grinned as you left the hotel, walking down a few blocks before coming upon a shop. You walked inside and headed for the cake section, looking through all of the cakes before choosing the victoria sponge with chocolate icing. With a grin, you picked up the box it was in, some candles, and headed to the check-outs. Once paid for, you grinned down at the cake and made your way onto the main road.

Hailing another taxi, you got in and gave him the location of where Tom would be filming and you grinned as you headed towards it. Unlocking your phone, you sent a quick text to Tom.

Hope you’re having a good day filming, birthday boy! Are you on a break yet?

Seconds later, you got a reply.

I have a break now until 11, sweetheart, but I can’t call. Why are you awake?

Couldn’t sleep, you deserve the biggest hugs but I just know today will be a good day!

Sadly, darling, if I cannot have you in my arms on my birthday, even a call will not help.

No, but I promise today will be a good day. I’ll be back.

I love you.

Love you too, Hiddles! 🎂

You got out of the taxi and paid the driver before looking up at the set where Tom was filming today. Biting your lip and keeping a firm grip on your cake, you walked up to the entry booth and signed in before heading over to the building where he was filming. With your visitor pass, you managed to get in and you gaped at the sets that were prepared. With a grin, you walked through the shadows and saw Tom.

Your husband was talking with one of his co-stars, his costume was immaculate but the stars were crowding him and pressing a big “35 today!” badge on his costume and he smiled shyly as they did. You grinned and shook your head before making your way over to them. “Excuse me,” you called out, watching the stars freeze and turn to you, especially Tom, “I’m looking for a… uh… Laufeyson? Loki…Laufeyson?”

The stars laughed before patting Tom on the shoulder and departing. Tom gleefully walked over to you and looked into your eyes as he struggled to find his words. When he did, he tenderly cupped your cheek and whispered, “I didn’t expect you to fly all the distance, just to wish me a Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

“I told you,” you whispered softly as you smiled up at your husband, “today shall be a good day!”

Tom laughed and held you close to him without disrupting the cake before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you smiled sheepishly at him before guiding him to a seating area and sitting him down on the comfiest chair, settling the cake in front of him and planting the candles on the top. One of the crew assisted with the candles, lighting them with his cigarette lighter.

“Happy birthday to you,” you sang, watching Tom blush and shrink away minutely as most people did when people started singing ‘happy birthday’, “happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my dear Thomas, happy birthday to you.”

Tom leaned forward and quickly blew out the candles before grinning at you and pulling you into his lap. With a smile, you looked down at him and whispered, “happy birthday, my husband.”

“A most wonderful birthday, my perfect wife,” Tom returned with a smile before sealing your lips in a gentle kiss as the crew applauded around the both of you.

~~~~~~~~~~~

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pleasurewellness · 1 year

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Sunday Kind of F...

It was Monday morning when Ella decided to finally go home. She quickly got dressed, rummaging through the piles of clothes on the floor trying to find her underwear and blouse; she stared at the man in the bed before shuffling out the door, without making a sound. Making her way into the elevator, she stuck her earrings back in each hole, carefully making sure the neighbors didn’t notice her stained neck with tiny love bites made from the previous few nights. Her stockings were ripped, though she didn’t even bother putting them back on. After exiting the elevator she quickly tossed them into a nearby trash can—a devilish smirk on her face, making eye contact with the doorman before flipping her long black hair and making her exit.

Before hopping on the subway she stopped at a local vendor, chicken over rice with lettuce, tomatoes, and extra white sauce please and thank you. The man behind the greasy stove smiled at her ear-to-ear, pretty girl, for you, $7. She smiled back, handed him a plain $5, and winked before taking her meal and walking to the train.

When she got home she took a long look in the mirror and admired the bruises, bites, and the way her face had this glow she hadn’t seen since her early 20s.

After dinner Ella decided to take the dishes while her husband, Elijah, cleared the table. Marvin Gaye was playing on their ceiling speakers, a new investment Ella felt was much needed for the ambiance in the space—of course, the original idea had been conceived by the artist one snowy evening, lounging in the bedroom while Ella modeled her holiday corsets and stockings, gifted by her husband. While scrubbing the large pot, made to hold their bolognese, she looked out on to New York City and became overwhelmed with the love she had for her life, her job, her relationship with her distant-yet-attentive husband. She then looked down, on a younger, more magnetic couple sipping post-dinner wine on their balcony. The young man looked like the artist—her artist. It had been two weeks since she spent the weekend with him, confined in his medium-sized Brooklyn loft. Still scrubbing, she thought about how good it all felt. How good he felt. He made her feel like a dainty college freshman, a feeling she had surely forgotten after all these years experiencing life—experiencing life with Elijah.

At first she didn’t know if she should go. They had only gone on a few coffee dates, exchanging notes, and talking about growing up in the city. He asked her why she chose to be an art collector, what motivated her and inspired her. Ella glistened with elegance and an unassuming knowledge on Renaissance art, Pop art, and even pornography. She was everything the artist had dreamed of, and more, in a woman—in a partner, for life. And she found him exciting, full of life; an artist with true vision, questionable morals. I mean, he is an artist… she told her closest friend one afternoon over brunch. Before thinking, she agreed to meet him again—this time, at his loft in Brooklyn. At first, she didn’t think anything of it. However, as the day crept closer, she found herself running unusual errands; getting her hair blown out, booking an expensive spa day, getting her nails and toes painted cherry red, waxing her untouched body. It hadn’t occurred to Ella that the last time she had sex was more than six months ago; the last time she felt desired, even longer. It wasn’t the physical act of sex she missed; it was the pining, the waiting, the teasing, the unknown. Ella had always been one for spontaneous activities, it’s what drew Elijah close to her in the beginning. Still scrubbing, she started to struggle with a piece of burnt pasta stuck to the bottom of the pot. It resembled one of the strings to a sculpture in the artist's apartment. She began to think about him, his hair, his hazel-with-a-hint-of-green eyes, his big smile, gapped front teeth; she thought about his fingers, how soft and strong his dark skin was, his clean fingernails; still scrubbing, she thought about his tongue; how he was the first man to suck her own tongue with his—something not even Elijah had shown her; still scrubbing, she thought about how he slowly undressed her when she first walked into his dimly lit apartment, with every question of if he liked what she was wearing he would slowly remove an article, eyes locked with intention; she pined for the way he tongued her ear, gently biting; still scrubbing, she remembered the way he removed her dress with only his mouth, how he slowly bit off her stockings, accidentally ripping them with excitement, the way he kissed her fresh toes, her fingers, her thighs; still scrubbing, she remembered how good he felt inside of her, her desire now dripping onto her lace thong and shit I hope Elijah doesn’t notice.

It was a tight pressure she hadn’t felt since she spent a semester abroad in France her junior year of college; where oral sex is a given and the women almost-always cum. Ella had never came with Elijah, maybe once, while they were drunk after a birthday dinner, but she couldn’t remember all that well. Still scrubbing, she pictured his fingers in her mouth, something she never knew she enjoyed until the artist; he showed her how to feel young again, to feel free, to feel ecstasy.

Damn girl, you think the pot is clean enough? Elijah joked, startling Ella. She flew back and nearly wet the entire kitchen floor with both of her messes—of course, Elijah didn’t notice either of them. Elijah quickly disappeared into the shower, leaving Ella to her imaginative meditation. After debating whether she should stay in her fantasy, Ella decided to join her husband in the shower. To both of their surprises, it was exactly what they needed from one another. They made sweet love in the wet confinements of their rainwater shower. After six sex-free months with Elijah, Ella quickly remembered why she never felt guilty about the artist; the following week, while Elijah was sent on another “business retreat,” Ella decided to visit her Brooklyn-baed artist.

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brookston · 11 months

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Holidays 5.19

Holidays

Agender Pride Day

Boys and Girls Club Day

Celebrate Your Elected Officials Day

Circus Day

Commemoration of Atatürk (Turkey)

Cultivating Connectedness Day

Dark Day (New England)

519 Day (Canada)

Frankinmas (UK)

Greek Genocide Remembrance Day

Hepatitis Testing Day

Hồ Chí Minh Day (Vietnam)

International Chicken Flying Meet

International Day of Action Against Bullying in Nursing & Midwifery

International Pwoermd Day

Kirkland's Warbler Day

Malcolm X Day

May Ray Day

Mother’s Day (Kyrgyzstan)

National Accounts Receivable Appreciation Day

National Asian and Pacific Islander HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

National Barber Mental Health Awareness Day

National Caesar Day (Canada)

National Chi Day

National Cleavage Day

National Emergency Services for Children Day

National Frog Jumping Jubilee Day

National Mechanical Dry Eye Day

National Medical Nutrition Action Day

National Notebook Day

National Scooter Day

National Send a Nude Day

National Work From Home Day (UK)

Outdoor Classroom Day

Overshoot Day (Canada)

Personal Support Worker Day (Canada)

Phi Day

Oink Shirt Day (New Zealand)

Plant Something Day

Pontian Genocide Remembrance Day

Praia Municipal Day (Cape Verde)

Retired Greyhound Day

Royal Ploughing Ceremony (Cambodia)

SAP Global Appreciation Day

Schizencephaly Awareness Day

Shepherd’s Crooks Day (French Republic)

Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Day

Walk Safely to School Day (Australia)

Wear Your Life Jacket to Work Day

World Autoimmune Arthritis Day

World Breastmilk Donation Day

World Family Doctor Day

World Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) Day

World Plant a Vegetable Garden Day

Youth and Sports Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Devil's Food Cake Day

Samuel Smith Salute

3rd Friday in May

Asakusa Sanja Matsuri begins (Geisha parade) [3rd Friday]

Ascension Friday (Belgium) [Friday closest to Ascension]

Bike-to-Work Day (US) [3rd Friday]

Endangered Species Day [3rd Friday]

Fountain Pen Friday [3rd Friday]

International Virtual Assistants’ Day [3rd Friday]

NASCAR Day [3rd Friday]

National Bike to Work Day [3rd Friday]

National Defense Transportation Day [3rd Friday]

National Pizza Party Day [3rd Friday]

O. Henry Pun Off Day [3rd Friday]

Teacher’s Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Wear Red for VEDS Day [3rd Friday]

World Meditation Day (UK) [3rd Friday]

Independence Days

Day of Independence (War of National Liberation began; Turkey, 1919)

Feast Days

Alexander Severus (Positivist; Saint)

Bolognese Sauce Devouring Day (Pastafarian)

Buddha’s Birthday (Buddhism) (a.k.a. …

Buddha’s Birthday (Hong Kong)

Buddho Purnima (Bangladesh, India)

Burkhan Bagshiin Ikh Düitsen Ödör (Mongolia)

Dia do Buda (Macau)

Festa das Flores (Brazil)

Fódàn (China)

Guódìng Fúdàn Jié (Taiwan)

Guànfú Huì (Pouring on the Buddha Congregational Assembly; China)

Sukka Tansin II (South Korea)

Vesak Day (Singapore, Sri Lanka)

Visak Bochea (Cambodia)

Visakha Puja (Thailand)

Waisak (Indonesia)

Wesak Day (Malaysia)

Wěidà de Wèisāi-jié Huā-jié Wěidà de Mǎnyuè (Great Vesak Day Flower Festival Full Moon of Flower Moon; China)

Wèisāi jié (Vesak Day; China)

Yùfú Jié (Bathing [Purifying] Buddha Festival; China)

Calocerus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Crispin of Viterbo (Christian; Saint)

Dunstan of Canterbury (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church; commemoration, Anglicanism)

Fats Waller Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry (Muppetism)

Homepalooza (The Simpsons)

Ivo of Kermartin (Christian; Saint)

Jacob Jordaens (Artology)

Joaquina Vedruna de Mas (Christian; Saint)

Lag B’Omer (a.k.a. Scholar’s Day; Judaism) [18 Iyar]

Leonard Nimoy Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Maria Bernarda Bütler (Christian; Saint)

Peter Celestine, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Pudentiana (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 139 [34 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 23 of 60)

Premieres

Ain’t That Ducky (WB LT Cartoon; 1945)

Alien: Covenant (Film; 2017)

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (Film; 1958)

Beverly Hills Cop II (Film; 1987)

Braveheart (Film; 1995)

The Da Vinci Code (Film; 2006)

Die Hard with a Vengeance (Film; 1995)

Dinosaur (Film; 2000)

Donald’s Cousin Gus (Disney Cartoon; 1939)

Do the Right Thing (Film; 1989)

Fahrenheit 451 (Film; 2018)

Fast X (Film; 2023) [F&F #10]

Glee (TV Series; 2009)

Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Gulliver Mickey (Disney Cartoon; 1934)

Happy Birthday, sung by Marilyn Monroe to JFK (Song; 1962)

Honky Chateau, by Elton John (Album; 1972)

The Imperfectionists, by Tom Rachman (Novel; 2010)

The Implosion Conspiracy, by Louis Sizer (Novel; 1973)

It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot, by DMX (Album; 1998)

A Night Without Armor, by Jewel Kilcher (Poetry Book; 1998)

Over the Hedge (Animated Film; 2006)

Play, by Moby (Album; 1999)

Pollyanna (Film; 1960)

The President’s Lady, by Irving Stone (Biographical Novel; 1952)

Primitive Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), by the Backstreet Boys (Song; 1997)

Rabbit Fire (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Road House (Film; 1989)

Road Trip (Film; 2000)

Rufus Wainwright, by Rufus Wainwright (Album; 1998)

Save the Last Dance for Me, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1960)

Shrek 2 (Animated Film; 2004)

So, by Peter Gabriel (Album; 1985)

Some Gave All, by Billy Ray Cyrus (Album; 1992)

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (Film; 1999)

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (Film; 2005)

Tree Cornered Tweety (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Turnstiles, by Billy Joel (Album; 1976)

The Virgin Suicides (Film; 2000)

Today’s Name Days

Ivo, Kuno, Yvonne (Austria)

Rajko, Teofil, Urban (Croatia)

Ivona (Czech Republic)

Potentiana (Denmark)

Emilie, Emma, Miili, Milja, Milla, Milli (Estonia)

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Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 139 of 2024; 226 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 1 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 28 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 18 Bīja; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 6 May 2023

Moon: 0%: New Moon

Positivist: 27 Caesar (5th Month) [Alexander Severus]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 61 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 30 of 30)

Calendar Changes

梅月 [Méiyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 4 of 13] (Plum Month)

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Holidays 5.19

Holidays

Agender Pride Day

Boys and Girls Club Day

Celebrate Your Elected Officials Day

Circus Day

Commemoration of Atatürk (Turkey)

Cultivating Connectedness Day

Dark Day (New England)

519 Day (Canada)

Frankinmas (UK)

Greek Genocide Remembrance Day

Hepatitis Testing Day

Hồ Chí Minh Day (Vietnam)

International Chicken Flying Meet

International Day of Action Against Bullying in Nursing & Midwifery

International Pwoermd Day

Kirkland's Warbler Day

Malcolm X Day

May Ray Day

Mother’s Day (Kyrgyzstan)

National Accounts Receivable Appreciation Day

National Asian and Pacific Islander HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

National Barber Mental Health Awareness Day

National Caesar Day (Canada)

National Chi Day

National Cleavage Day

National Emergency Services for Children Day

National Frog Jumping Jubilee Day

National Mechanical Dry Eye Day

National Medical Nutrition Action Day

National Notebook Day

National Scooter Day

National Send a Nude Day

National Work From Home Day (UK)

Outdoor Classroom Day

Overshoot Day (Canada)

Personal Support Worker Day (Canada)

Phi Day

Oink Shirt Day (New Zealand)

Plant Something Day

Pontian Genocide Remembrance Day

Praia Municipal Day (Cape Verde)

Retired Greyhound Day

Royal Ploughing Ceremony (Cambodia)

SAP Global Appreciation Day

Schizencephaly Awareness Day

Shepherd’s Crooks Day (French Republic)

Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Day

Walk Safely to School Day (Australia)

Wear Your Life Jacket to Work Day

World Autoimmune Arthritis Day

World Breastmilk Donation Day

World Family Doctor Day

World Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) Day

World Plant a Vegetable Garden Day

Youth and Sports Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Devil's Food Cake Day

Samuel Smith Salute

3rd Friday in May

Asakusa Sanja Matsuri begins (Geisha parade) [3rd Friday]

Ascension Friday (Belgium) [Friday closest to Ascension]

Bike-to-Work Day (US) [3rd Friday]

Endangered Species Day [3rd Friday]

Fountain Pen Friday [3rd Friday]

International Virtual Assistants’ Day [3rd Friday]

NASCAR Day [3rd Friday]

National Bike to Work Day [3rd Friday]

National Defense Transportation Day [3rd Friday]

National Pizza Party Day [3rd Friday]

O. Henry Pun Off Day [3rd Friday]

Teacher’s Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Wear Red for VEDS Day [3rd Friday]

World Meditation Day (UK) [3rd Friday]

Independence Days

Day of Independence (War of National Liberation began; Turkey, 1919)

Feast Days

Alexander Severus (Positivist; Saint)

Bolognese Sauce Devouring Day (Pastafarian)

Buddha’s Birthday (Buddhism) (a.k.a. …

Buddha’s Birthday (Hong Kong)

Buddho Purnima (Bangladesh, India)

Burkhan Bagshiin Ikh Düitsen Ödör (Mongolia)

Dia do Buda (Macau)

Festa das Flores (Brazil)

Fódàn (China)

Guódìng Fúdàn Jié (Taiwan)

Guànfú Huì (Pouring on the Buddha Congregational Assembly; China)

Sukka Tansin II (South Korea)

Vesak Day (Singapore, Sri Lanka)

Visak Bochea (Cambodia)

Visakha Puja (Thailand)

Waisak (Indonesia)

Wesak Day (Malaysia)

Wěidà de Wèisāi-jié Huā-jié Wěidà de Mǎnyuè (Great Vesak Day Flower Festival Full Moon of Flower Moon; China)

Wèisāi jié (Vesak Day; China)

Yùfú Jié (Bathing [Purifying] Buddha Festival; China)

Calocerus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Crispin of Viterbo (Christian; Saint)

Dunstan of Canterbury (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church; commemoration, Anglicanism)

Fats Waller Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry (Muppetism)

Homepalooza (The Simpsons)

Ivo of Kermartin (Christian; Saint)

Jacob Jordaens (Artology)

Joaquina Vedruna de Mas (Christian; Saint)

Lag B’Omer (a.k.a. Scholar’s Day; Judaism) [18 Iyar]

Leonard Nimoy Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Maria Bernarda Bütler (Christian; Saint)

Peter Celestine, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Pudentiana (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 139 [34 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 23 of 60)

Premieres

Ain’t That Ducky (WB LT Cartoon; 1945)

Alien: Covenant (Film; 2017)

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (Film; 1958)

Beverly Hills Cop II (Film; 1987)

Braveheart (Film; 1995)

The Da Vinci Code (Film; 2006)

Die Hard with a Vengeance (Film; 1995)

Dinosaur (Film; 2000)

Donald’s Cousin Gus (Disney Cartoon; 1939)

Do the Right Thing (Film; 1989)

Fahrenheit 451 (Film; 2018)

Fast X (Film; 2023) [F&F #10]

Glee (TV Series; 2009)

Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Gulliver Mickey (Disney Cartoon; 1934)

Happy Birthday, sung by Marilyn Monroe to JFK (Song; 1962)

Honky Chateau, by Elton John (Album; 1972)

The Imperfectionists, by Tom Rachman (Novel; 2010)

The Implosion Conspiracy, by Louis Sizer (Novel; 1973)

It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot, by DMX (Album; 1998)

A Night Without Armor, by Jewel Kilcher (Poetry Book; 1998)

Over the Hedge (Animated Film; 2006)

Play, by Moby (Album; 1999)

Pollyanna (Film; 1960)

The President’s Lady, by Irving Stone (Biographical Novel; 1952)

Primitive Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), by the Backstreet Boys (Song; 1997)

Rabbit Fire (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Road House (Film; 1989)

Road Trip (Film; 2000)

Rufus Wainwright, by Rufus Wainwright (Album; 1998)

Save the Last Dance for Me, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1960)

Shrek 2 (Animated Film; 2004)

So, by Peter Gabriel (Album; 1985)

Some Gave All, by Billy Ray Cyrus (Album; 1992)

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (Film; 1999)

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (Film; 2005)

Tree Cornered Tweety (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Turnstiles, by Billy Joel (Album; 1976)

The Virgin Suicides (Film; 2000)

Today’s Name Days

Ivo, Kuno, Yvonne (Austria)

Rajko, Teofil, Urban (Croatia)

Ivona (Czech Republic)

Potentiana (Denmark)

Emilie, Emma, Miili, Milja, Milla, Milli (Estonia)

Amalia, Emilia, Emma, Emmi, Mila, Milja, Milka, Milla (Finland)

Célestin, Erwan, Yves (France)

Ivo, Kuno, Yvonne (Germany)

Magdalini, Marylena, Menandros, Patrick, Theognostos, Theoktistos (Greece)

Ivó, Milán (Hungary)

Ivo, Ivonne, Pietro (Italy)

Lita, Sibilla, Teika, Venda, Venta (Latvia)

Celestinas, Gilvinas, Tauras (Lithuania)

Torje, Torjus, Truls (Norway)

Augustyn, Celestyn, Iwo, Mikołaj, Pękosław, Piotr, Potencjana (Poland)

Patrichie (România)

Varvara (Russia)

Gertrúda (Slovakia)

Adolfo, Celestino, Ivo, Pedro (Spain)

Alrik, Maj, Majken (Sweden)

Pollyanna (Ukraine)

Dumont, Duncan, Dunstan, Indigo, Ivar, Ives, Wright, Yves (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 139 of 2024; 226 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 1 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 28 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 18 Bīja; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 6 May 2023

Moon: 0%: New Moon

Positivist: 27 Caesar (5th Month) [Alexander Severus]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 61 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 30 of 30)

Calendar Changes

梅月 [Méiyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 4 of 13] (Plum Month)

#Holidays

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Miss Karol K’s resort in Florida a home away from home Karol Hotel near Clearwater checks all vacation boxes

Check out my latest column

https://www.pottsmerc.com/2022/08/12/miss-karol-ks-resort-in-florida-a-home-away-from-home/

https://www.timesherald.com/2022/08/12/miss-karol-ks-resort-in-florida-a-home-away-from-home/

Sometimes the place to be, is that perfect space in-between . . . eclectic, coastal cities and myriad, white-sugar-sand beaches. Especially when that home away from home, is The Karol Hotel www.thekarolhotel.com , located adjacent to the Clearwater – St. Petersburg city lines in the Feather Sound neighborhood. It is here, at this luxe, boutique hotel, that you can both enjoy and easily access the best of the best of Tampa Bay. From exceptional, chef-driven cuisine to craft cocktails at the Vantage Rooftop Bar, The Karol offers charm and serenity, sophistication, and simplicity. Elegantly appointed rooms, many with a great view, offer respite after a day of exploring. This may be the best place for a great vacation stay, with so much, so nearby. Whether your interest is golf, white sand beaches, attending professional sports games, nature, museums, turtles and dolphins, shopping or culinary explorations, you are at the center if it all at The Karol Hotel.

So, who is Karol? The collage of photos in the lobby tells it all. The AAA -Four Diamond hotel and member of the Tribute Portfolio hotel group, is named after, and inspired by, Karol Kelly Bullard, aka” Miss Karol K,” the wife of Fred Bullard, whose company developed this conveniently located boutique property. To celebrate the couple’s 50th anniversary in 2020, Fred presented Karol with a gift; the hotel bearing her name.

Karol has been a radio DJ and producer, finishing school founder, and Florida’s first weather woman. And let’s not forget, a former Miss Florida. Today, she is a philanthropist, supporting families and children in need, and the arts.

I didn’t have to go far to begin my culinary exploration. At K Club Bar & Bistro, the menu is inspired by the catches off the Florida coast, and the various travels of the owners. Of course, Executive Chef Thomas Parker, creates his own culinary twists on the dishes. I began my dinner feast with Mushroom Bisque, so smooth and not overly rich. It is prepared with button mushrooms, potato, onion, truffle cream, chives and finished off with porcini dust, an ingredient new to me. I had a preview of a new dish that will be introduced on the menu… Shrimp Toast. This focaccia is topped with a generous portion of succulent, fresh shrimp, surrounded with fennel sausage, creole lime broth, charred tomato and garnished with radish and scallion. Chef Thomas mentioned that one of Fred Bullard’s favorite dishes is Short Rib & Sausage Bolognese, so how could I not try it. The tender handmade tagliatelle, tomato and parmesan cream sauce prepared with short rib and sausage, topped with shaved parmesan, fried arugula and citrus fennel is a symphony to the palette.

A local fish dish was necessary to experience. Grouper is prepared with a miso glaze served over sugar snap peas risotto and finished with coconut milk, lemon grass, tea marinated tofu and king oyster mushrooms. The sweet basil coulis painted on the plate adds to the beauty of the dish.

To accompany dinner, choose a local craft beer; wine from the carefully curated wine list or a signature cocktail such as “Karol Bliss” (Wheatley Vodka, Elderflower, Lime Juice, Raspberries).

Chef Thomas pays homage to a childhood favorite… Froot Loops cereal. He created “Froot Loop® ” Cereal Cake using the flavors and colors of the cereal in this unique dessert…lemon whipped cream, lime gelée, amarena cherries, apple & blueberry compote, dehydrated orange, raspberry sauce. Creative and decadent for the sweet ending of this feast. Chocoholics must try Chocolate 4 Ways (dehydrated chocolate mousse, white chocolate ice cream, dark chocolate sorbet, chocolate ganache bar, pretzel, pecan, orange segment)

"Fruit Loop" Cereal Cake The Karol Hotel's Executive Chef Thomas Parker pays homage to a childhood favorite using the flavors and colors of the cereal in this unique dessert.

For breakfast, I was curious to try the chef’s take on avocado toast, and I am sure glad I did. Think, a grilled cream cheese sandwich prepared on sourdough bread, topped with avocado mousse, tomato relish, pickled onion, and crowned with a poached egg. Go for it and add smoked salmon. Check out the recipe below and watch the chef prepare it at https://bit.ly/3A95UqJ

Executive Chef Thomas Parker with the avocado toast

Want to dine alfresco? You’ll have the option on the patio overlooking the pool and pond.

After dinner, relax at K Club Lobby Bar. I’m told that the design has been inspired by Fred’s love of storytelling, and one of his favorite places; Polo Bar in New York City. You might meet some locals since the bar has become a gathering place for the community.

Enjoy small plates, craft cocktails, views of Tampa and spectacular sunsets at the hotel’s Vantage Rooftop Bar, an escape twelve stories up. Mingle with others or find your cozy hideaway here while enjoying a Rooftop Mai Tai (El Encanto Amber Rum, Florida cane pineapple rum, Triple Sec, lime, pineapple juice, Orgeat syrup). For those curious, orgeat syrup is made from almonds, sugar, and rose or orange flower water. The beautifully presented Vantage Board is the chef’s selection of cured meats and cheeses paired with accoutrements, perfect to accompany the libations.

While The Karol Hotel is new, the Bullard’s are not newcomers to hospitality. For twenty plus years they have owned the award-winning Bascom’s Chop House https://www.bascoms.com/ Located a mile from the hotel, plan a visit to the restaurant. The service and food is impeccable. The French onion soup, topped with Swiss and parmesan, was the best I have had. Seafood Cobb salad is chock full of shrimp, lobster, crab, avocado, hardboiled egg, and bacon. The Billionaire’s Bacon is thick- sliced and applewood smoked. The strips are strung from a mini “clothesline,” making it a unique presentation. It is difficult to choose from the variety of chef’s prime cuts. The Bleu cheese crusted pork chop intrigued me with the preparation. My dining partner went with the cooked-to-perfection ribeye with Sherry and pepper cream sauce. Other sauce choices are Hollandaise, Bearnaise, or Cabernet reduction. Crispy onion straws topped it off. A side of steak frites and creamed spinach are more than enough to share. The Bananas Foster, also enough to share, is prepared with rum caramel sauce, vanilla or cinnamon brown sugar ice cream and topped with whipped cream.

No foodie will want to miss a trip to Mazzaro’s Italian Market I felt like a kid in a candy store. One could spend hours there…I actually did! I walked in and I didn’t know where to start exploring the cavernous food emporium adorned with antique coffee urns and grinders, and espresso machines. Do I begin checking out the hundreds of varieties of wine, the cheese, the bakery, the deli, spices, freshly made pasta, freshly prepared Italian food, olive oils, house-roasted coffee beans and a plethora of Italian ingredients? Or do I snag a seat at the busy coffee bar for an espresso and pastry. . . I felt as if I were in one of America’s Little Italy’s or an amusement park for foodies. And, if this is not enough, walk over to the green building called “Casa di Mazzaro” where you’ll find quality pots and pans, bowls, plates, everything to set a magnificent table…..It’s the crème de la crème of kitchen stores. Don’t forget to pick up a copy of “Meet Me at Mazzaro’s: Secrets of an Italian Deli,” by the Cuccaro family. The book takes you through the market that has become a destination for culinary explorers where you can learn how America used to shop and eat. This quote from the book sums it up, “This handsomely illustrated guide captures the pazzo pazzo nature of shopping and eating at Mazzaro’s Italian Market, while identifying the hundreds of cheeses, wines, salami, pastas, breads, spices and sauces you can find in the shop. Each has its own proud story, whether made by hand here or imported from a small Italian village. We have also included favorite Mazzaro’s dishes from both the market and the family recipe box, including our secret Christmas sauce of baccala and prunes from nonna.” Below is the recipe for ricotta cookies, a Mazzaro family favorite.

The cafe at Mazzaro's

No food exploration is complete without a visit to a local coffee roaster, especially one recommended by a local. Big Storm Brewing Co. www.bigstormbrewingcoffee.com , known for its craft brews opened Big Storm Coffee across the street. From “Eye of the Storm,” a large drip coffee with a double shot of espresso, a Cold Brew Con Leche, s’mores Latte (prepared with roasted marshmallow, dark chocolate and steamed milk), to hot chocolate, you won’t be disappointed with the quality of your drink. You’ll be hooked and want to take home a bag or two of their coffee beans and nitro or original cold brew in 16-ounce cans. Locally baked pastries and a selection of quiche go along well with your drink.

Walk across the street to Big Storm Brewing Taproom www.bigstormbrewingtaproom.com The Clearwater location is located at their beer production facility where the 3,500 square foot patio boasts 19 televisions and an outdoor bar. Along with craft beer, the cocktail menu features the company’s distilled spirits. Food favorites include the Nashville chicken sandwich and mahi tacos. Live music adds to the festivities.

During your stay at the conveniently located Karol Hotel, and in between eating, check out…

The Dali Museum (a Trip Advisor top U.S. Museum) www.thedali.org

St. Pete Pier www.stpetepier.org My visit affirms what the website says…“Its 26 beautiful acres seamlessly combine the peaceful blue waters of Tampa Bay with the vibrant greenery of downtown St. Petersburg’s parks, creating the ultimate place to stroll, bike, dine, drink, shop, swim, take in a concert and more.”

Tampa Bay’s marine ecosystem and walk on water paddleboard tours

www.wowpedalboard.com

The Florida Holocaust Museum www.thefhm.org

St. Pete Clearwater Gulp Coast Craft Brewery Trail www.gulpcoast.com

St. Petersburg Museum of History featuring the world’s largest collection of autographed baseballs www.historystpete.org

Clearwater Marine Aquarium www.cmaquarium.org

Ed Fletcher’s Early Bird Dinner Theatre www.earlybirddinnertheatre.com

Thirsty Pelican Craft Beer Tours www.thirstypelicantours.com

For more on the area visit www.visitstpeteclearwater.com

Avocado Toast

½ cup plus 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar, divided

½ cup sugar

½ red onion, core removed and julienne

½ cup cherry tomatoes, cut in half

1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil

½ tablespoon fresh tarragon, chopped

½ teaspoon garlic, finely minced

Salt and pepper to taste

1 avocado

¼ bunch parsley

2 teaspoons lemon juice

½ teaspoon butter

2 slices sourdough bread

3 ounces cream cheese

1 poached egg

Optional: Arugula or micro greens to garnish

Pickled onion

Combine ½ cup of red wine vinegar and the sugar in a small pot and bring to a boil. Put sliced onion in a bowl. Once liquid is boiling, remove from heat and pour over onions to submerge, then refrigerate.

Tomato relish

Place cut tomatoes in a bowl. Add the extra virgin olive oil, remaining 1 tablespoon of red wine vinegar, tarragon and garlic to the tomatoes and season with salt and pepper. Refrigerate overnight for best flavor.

Avocado Mousse

Cut avocado in half, take out the pit, and place in a bowl. Using the back side of a spoon, press the avocado to smash it into a paste. Fold in the parsley and lemon juice with a spoon and season to taste with salt and pepper.

To assemble

In a nonstick skillet, heat ½ teaspoon of butter (you can also use oil for a healthier option). Spread cream cheese on a slice of sourdough bread and close the sandwich with the other slice. Place cream cheese sandwich in the heated skillet and cook on both sides until golden brown. Place griddled sandwich on a plate and spread the avocado mousse on top of it. Top avocado mousse with pickled onions and tomato relish. Place poached egg on top. Optional: Garnish with arugula or micro greens.

Ricotta Cookies

The headnote says, “Baking with ricotta is an old tradition in Italy and very easy if you do it carefully. These cookies are made from an old family recipe and are one of our favorites.”

4½ cups flour

½ teaspoon baking soda

½ pound butter, softened

2 cups sugar

¼ teaspoon salt

1 pound ricotta cheese

Zest from 1 large orange

3 eggs

Combine flour and baking soda. In a separate bowl, cream together butter, sugar and salt. Once smooth, add ricotta and zest and combine. Add eggs one at a time, blending after each until mixture is smooth. Add flour-soda mixture and combine just until fully incorporated.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper. Scoop out tablespoon-size (¾-ounce) pieces of cookie dough and shape into balls. Place on the cookie sheet and bake for 15 to 16 minutes.

Glaze

2 cups powdered sugar

¼ cup milk

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

Combine all ingredients and mix until smooth.

Dip each cookie into glaze and place on wax paper or wire rack. Allow to dry.

Makes about 4 dozen cookies

Stephen Fries, is a professor and coordinator of the Hospitality Management Programs at Gateway Community College, in New Haven, CT. He has been a food and culinary travel columnist for the past 14 years and is co-founder of and host of “Worth Tasting,” a culinary walking tour of downtown New Haven, CT. He is a board member of the International Association of Culinary Professionals. [email protected] For more, go to stephenfries.com.

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dating wonder girl concepts [two] // donna troy

summary: just some random moments for what it would be like if you dated Wonder Girl p.2

warning/s: mentions of death.

author’s note: another part, idk if there’s plans to have conor return in the next season but i really hope so! she’s too cute as donna troy

one / three / masterlist / wattpad

when she returns to her duties as Wonder Girl...

"You shouldn't add that, it's not gonna taste nice."

Donna gave me a knowing look, already mixing the coffee granules in a mug with some hot water. "It'll be fine. When does the food channel ever lie?"

I quirked a brow, trying not to laugh. "Seriously? That's your argument?"

"Just ssshhhh," she said childishly, waving her hand as she finishing dissolving the coffee granules. Raising the mug, she began to pour it in the bolognese sauce she was cooking, adding, "It'll taste fine–"

"Oh, Don–!" I started, pushing her out the way, a second too late because she'd already poured it in the sauce bubbling away on the stove. I groaned. "C'mon, Donna, seriously?"

She bumped me out the way with her hip, grabbing the wooden spoon and giving it a stir. "Watch and learn."

I sighed with disbelief, letting her do what she wanted but knowing it wouldn't turn out well. "This is gonna be disgusting, Donna Troy."

She chuckled, flashing me her signature smile. "It won't. Have faith."

Before I could reply with something sarky, a knock on her front door interrupted our conversation, making her push me away slowly.

"Saved by the bell," she said, wafting me away with her hand. "Go and get that, will you?"

I rolled my eyes playfully before going to see who was at the door. When I opened up, I was met with a tall, dark-haired stranger who seemed familiar but I couldn't quite recall.

"Hey...," I started, smiling politely, though with confusion.

He seemed just as confused, mirroring my expression. "Er, hi. I'm, er, I'm looking for an old friend of mine. Donna Troy?"

"Right..." I squinted suspiciously, subtly looking him up and down. "And what's the name?"

"Dick Grayson," Donna's voice said from behind me, and I turned around to see her smiling at the stranger. "Long time, no see."

"Dick Grayson as in your old friend Dick Grayson?" I asked with a raised brow, looking to her.

"That's the one," Donna said, before looking back to him curiously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Dick said apologetically. "I should've called or–"

"No, it's fine, you didn't," I assured him, giving him a small smile. "I feel like you guys will wanna catch up. You should come in. I'll give you guys some time."

As I began to grab my jacket and pull on my shoes, Donna's hand stopped me, and she gave me a questioning glance beneath furrowed brows.

"You don't have to leave," she said quietly, as Dick awkwardly let himself in.

I placed my hand on hers, squeezing it, and gave her a smile. "I should probably pick up some dinner since you definitely ruined ours."

"Hey, you haven't even tasted it!"

I laughed, finishing pulling on my shoes before kissing her cheek. "I don't have to. You enjoy your catch up with Dick. I'll get us some burgers or something."

She rolled her eyes jokingly. "Fine. Thanks."

I snickered before looking to Dick. "It's nice to meet you, Dick. I'm Y/N, Donna's girlfriend, not that she introduced me or anything."

"Maybe if you gave me a chance...," Donna mumbled under her breath, making me nudge her slightly.

Dick cracked a smile, glancing between us before nodding to me. "Nice to meet you, too, Y/N. Again, sorry to interrupt."

"It's all good," I said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "I'll catch you guys in a bit."

They both nodded and I gave Donna a final smile before grabbing my phone and purse then leaving. When I returned half an hour later with burgers and fries, Donna was the one to answer with no sign of Dick Grayson around.

"Oh, is he gone?" I asked as I set the food bags on the dining table. "I bought him something, too..."

"He had to go," she said with an apologetic smile, "but he told me to tell you it was nice meeting you and he hopes he can get to know you properly soon."

"That would be nice," I agreed, before taking a seat at the table as she went to grab drinks from the fridge. "So, was it nice seeing your friend after a while? How long has it been anyway?"

She set two drinks on the table and took a seat opposite me. "Long enough... though I should probably tell you something about him."

I hummed in acknowledgement, pulling out the burgers and fries for us.

"You know he's an old friend of mine, but that's not all," she said slowly, and I glanced up at her when I noticed the seriousness in her words. "We grew up together. I was taken in by Diana, as you know, and well... Dick was taken in by Bruce Wayne."

"Okay... and that means...?"

"Bruce Wayne is Batman," she explained. "And Dick is– was Robin."

My jaw dropped. "Holy shit."

She nodded, biting her lip. "We worked together in the Titans. He's probably the only other person who understands what it's like having a superhero as a parent."

I leaned back in my seat, still reeling from this newfound information. "Bruce Wayne is Batman? The billionaire?!"

"Y/N."

"And the guy who was just here, Dick, was Robin," I repeated, as if it would make more sense. The fact that Donna was Wonder Girl still had me shook at times. And then the penny dropped. "Wait, does that mean the picture with you and Dick and your other friends... they're also Titans?"

Donna nodded, crossing her arms. "Hank and Dawn. They're–"

"Hawk and Dove," I realised. "Holy shit!"

Donna quirked a brow. "You done?"

I ran a hand through my hair, breathing out. "I– yeah, yes, sorry. Dick, Robin, got it. So, wait. Is he okay? Did he come over for something to do with that?"

She shrugged slightly, unwrapping her burger. "He's fine, yeah, he just needed some advice."

I studied her closely. "You sure that was it? You seem... thoughtful."

She smiled with amusement. "Someone's a bit too observant."

"When you have a private girlfriend, you kinda have to be," I retorted playfully.

She breathed out, sending me a reassuring look. "That was it."

"If you say so," I said, believing her. "Now, let's eat, I'm starving."

If only she was telling the truth.

I stayed the night at Donna's, but when I woke up to an empty bed the next morning, I knew I should've suspected something. The place looked the same as it did last night, except Donna's bag was gone and so were some of her belongings.

When I grabbed my phone to see if she'd texted or anything, I saw I had a voicemail from her and reluctantly clicked play.

"Hey, Y/N, please don't hate me," she began the message, and I closed my eyes, knowing I'd hate whatever was about to be said. "I should've been truthful with you last night, but I didn't want to worry you, and I thought it'd be best if I just left before you– before I changed my mind."

She paused, sighing, before continuing.

"Dick came over because he needed my help with something. Titans business. And I couldn't say no because he's family, Y/N... I'm sorry I've just left, but it was an emergency. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? Just please don't be mad... I'll be safe, you know I always am. I love you."

The message ended and I squeezed my phone with annoyance before dropping it on the bed. I wasn't mad that she was helping Dick – I had no doubt it was important – but I was annoyed that she couldn't tell me in person before disappearing like she had. And to leave it all in a stupid voice message like that?

I took a deep breath, calming myself down before I got too angry to think straight. All I needed to do was call her and make sure she was okay. Then I'd be okay.

With that in mind, I clicked her name in my phone and raised it to my ear, knowing I'd feel better once I heard her voice live and not on a pre-recorded message. But the call went straight to voicemail and I was forced to hang up.

I'd like to say that was it and she returned home as soon as possible, or that she called me later that day, or texted me to let me know she was alive, but none of that happened. Because even when I tried to text her or call her several times over the next few days, I was ignored.

She finally returned after a few days of giving me no indication she was alive or okay, knocking on the door to my apartment. When I opened it, I was surprised to see her, but also instantly relieved because I'd been nonstop worrying about her since she left.

"Hey," she said quietly, offering up a small, nervous smile. "I'm back."

I swallowed hard, subtly looking over her to see if she was hurt in any way, but from what I could tell, she was fine.

"Can I come in?" she asked when I didn't say anything.

Not quite finding the right words, I resorted to a nod and stepped to the side, letting her in. She stopped by the kitchen counter, unsure what to do or say as I closed the door and followed her, leaning against the doorframe in the kitchen. No words were exchanged as she squirmed under my gaze, avoiding my eyes.

"Are you hurt?" I finally spoke, hoping my assumption was correct.

She shook her head, brown eyes finally meeting mine. "I told you I'd be safe."

I crossed my arms, trying not to laugh bitterly. "You mean in that sad excuse of a voice message you left me?"

"Y/N–"

"No," I stopped her, glaring. "It was wrong of you to just leave like you did. No contact or anything."

Her expression softened. "I had to. It was important."

"You ignored all of my calls, all of my texts," I said with a stern voice, standing up straight. "A simple 'hey, Y/N, I'm still alive!' text would have sufficed, but no, you let me worry myself to death."

"I left you a voice message–"

"Again with the stupid voice message!" I shouted, uncrossing my arms. I didn't mean to raise my voice, but the frustration of the last few days had built up in a way I hadn't realised. "I deserved more than that, Donna!"

She looked down to her shoes, hanging her head guiltily.

"I thought you were done with all of this stuff," I said, trying my utmost best to remain calm, but my patience was wearing thin.

"My friends needed me," she said like it was explanation enough. "The Titans needed me."

I squeezed my hands together uncomfortably. "So, what – you're Wonder Girl again?"

She pursed her lips, looking up at me with uncertainty. "Yes. Maybe." Nodding, she said, "Yeah."

Wonder Girl. She was coming back. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting to hear, and so I didn't know how to react.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly, eyes searching mine for some sort of response.

My shoulders sank with confusion. "I don't know."

She frowned, eyes darting between mine, before she approached me slowly. "Look, Y/N, it was wrong of me to leave like I did. I'm sorry for that and for worrying you. But I can't just give Wonder Girl up. Not now."

It was my turn to search her expression. "Donna, it's dangerous. You could die."

"I can take care of myself," she assured me, but that wasn't enough.

"You stopped being Wonder Girl for a reason," I reminded her, knowing it was the wrong thing to say, but I couldn't help it. I was desperate for her to see things from my perspective. "You told me you stopped because of what happened to Garth."

Her expression began to harden as she gave me a warning look. "Y/N, don't."

"He had powers, too," I continued, seeing the way she took a step back. He was a difficult part of her past, one she hadn't entirely gotten over, and it was wrong of me to bring it up, but I couldn't help but be selfish as my concern for Donna took over the logical part of my brain. "He got killed, Donna. And nobody could stop it."

"Don't bring him up," she warned, clenching her fists.

"I'm sorry," I said, shaking my head. "But what if that happens to you? Then what?"

"It's not the same."

"It is."

"I don't answer to you!" she snapped, marching forward to point a finger at me accusingly.

"Obviously not because you don't contact me when you're out doing superhero stuff!" I shouted back, pushing her finger out of my face.

She groaned loudly, rolling her eyes and turning around. "For God's sake, it happened once!"

"And it could happen again!" I retorted with teary eyes, before looking the other way to wipe them away before they could fall. "Forget it."

She'd never understand.

"I hoped you would take this better, but clearly I was wrong," she muttered with distaste.

I scoffed quietly. "Clearly."

A painfully loud silence filled the air as neither of us looked at each other, and I hated that our conversation had ended like this. It wasn't what I wanted to achieve because, despite how angry I was, I had missed her a lot.

Getting the hint, Donna left my place without another word, leaving me to rub my eyes and worry myself even more. I was terrified I'd lose her, but I didn't want to push her away in the process.

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Knowing that it was best to see Donna after a few days of cooling down for both of us, I stopped by her apartment with hopes she'd give me a chance and hear me out. I regretted how I spoke to her and how I'd conveyed my feelings – it wasn't fair. And she deserved better. So, I knew I had to apologise for my actions.

She opened up and seemed surprised to see me, not quite letting me in nor saying anything.

"Hey," I said, feeling just as awkward as she did. "Sorry to show up unannounced, but I was hoping we could talk."

She pursed her lips, nodding slowly. "Sure."

After letting me in, the two of us hung around the living area uncomfortably until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Donna, I'm so sorry for what I said," I spoke first, my own words from our argument eating away at me still. "I shouldn't have mentioned Garth like that. I wasn't there, it wasn't my business and I shouldn't have brought it up."

She didn't say anything, just stared blankly, so I continued.

"It wasn't fair how I reacted either... I'm grateful for what you do as Wonder Girl. You're a hero and lots of people look up to you. I just..."

I paused, running a hand through my hair and avoiding her eyes out of embarrassment. Being vulnerable was never my strong suit, but it was something I should have told her first instead of hurting her feelings like I did.

"I couldn't help but think selfishly," I admitted, feeling frozen under her stare. "I thought about what it would be like if you got hurt and I..."

She could die. She could die saving the city and I wouldn't be able to do a thing because I was powerless. And yes, maybe I was jumping to conclusions since she'd only disappeared once on me, but that was all it could take. She could have died doing whatever the hell she was helping Dick with, and I wouldn't have been able to do a single thing about it. So, yes, I was acting selfishly. Sue me.

"I thought about what it would be like if you died," I amended my comment, voice breaking uncontrollably. Forcing myself to meet her gaze, I tried my hardest not to cry. "The world would lose Wonder Girl, but I... I would lose Donna. And I..."

I couldn't help but close my eyes, clenching my jaw at how easily emotional I got. The mere thought of losing her was enough to render me speechless, and it was embarrassing.

Suddenly, I felt her arms wrap around me and when I opened my eyes, I realised she was hugging me, practically holding me together as silent tears ran down my face.

"That won't happen," she whispered in my ear, squeezing me tightly.

I shook my head in her shoulder, pushing her away slightly so I could see her face. Glassy eyes stared back at me.

"You can't promise that, Donna."

She raised her hand, cupping my cheek tenderly. With certainty, she said, "It's the only promise I'll ever work on keeping."

I sucked up a breath, looking down. "You don't need my permission to do this. You were right. You don't answer to me and–"

"I do," she cut me off, lifting my head so I was looking at her. "It's a relationship and this decision affects us both. The choices I make effect us."

"You have to do what you have to do," I told her gently. "And I'll support you with your decision. Just... just be careful."

Her shoulders relaxed at this, glad I wasn't against her. I don't think I could've been even if I wanted to be. I cared too much to let this get between us.

"You know I will," she assured me. "And it's not just me. I have a team and they have my back. You can meet them properly, soon, if it helps put your mind at ease."

I gave her a small smile. "I'd like that."

She returned the smile momentarily, eyes looking between mine, before her thumb swiped the tears beneath my eyes and her smile faded.

"I'm sorry, too," she muttered. "I should have handled this better. I promise to do better from now on, Y/N. I know you didn't sign up for this when we started dating, but I swear I'll be more considerate."

"Yeah, don't you dare think about leaving in the middle of the night again," I told her jokingly, but we both knew there was truth to my words.

Nonetheless, she smiled and nodded. "I know. I won't."

My concern was still present – I wasn't sure how long it would take to disappear, how long it would be until I was comfortable with the idea of Donna being a superhero again. But I felt a lot more at ease than I did compared to when she first left.

And with that, I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a long-overdue kiss.

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when you meet her friends...

"I really think this is a bad idea," I said worriedly, my hands fidgeting by my sides.

"They will love you, Y/N!" Donna reassured with an excited smile. "They've been wanting to meet you since Dick met you. I've successfully held them off, but I don't think I can go any longer before they track you down themselves."

I was glad she was overjoyed for me to meet her friends, I really was, but they weren't like any other friends of, well, anyone I knew. They were the Titans! They were superheroes, saving people like it was their job, and insanely overprotective over Donna, as she had told me in the past. She was saying they wanted to meet me and assured me they were lovely, but I had no idea what to expect. It was the equivalent of 'meeting the parents' and I was shitting it.

"Okay, this is it," she said, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it comfortingly. "You'll like this place."

"I thought you hated it," I said with confusion.

We were meeting at the Titans' Tower and Donna had told me many times how much she disliked the place because of the memories it held for her.

She glanced at me, expression softening. "I'm moving on from all of that."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but traced my thumb over hers supportively, just as the lift doors opened up before us. She led me forward, down the hall and into an open-space penthouse. Surprisingly, it was just as I imagined a superhero's home to look. Though, with a lot less gadgets.

"Donna, you're here!"

Both of us looked to the direction of the voice, seeing a silver-haired woman approaching us from the kitchen. Following behind her was a tall blonde man, and I realised they were Hank and Dawn, from Donna's descriptions in the past.

"Dawn, hey," Donna greeted with a smile.

"And you must be the wonderful Y/N," Dawn added, smiling my way. She held out her hand, saying, "We've heard tons about you. It's a pleasure."

I nervously returned the smile and shook her hand. "I've heard a lot about you guys, too. I'm glad to finally meet you."

"I'm Dawn," she introduced, before motioning to her boyfriend (either that or he held everyone by the waist when standing beside them). "This is Hank."

He nodded my way, offering a kind smile. "It's great to put a face to a name, Y/N."

I didn't know what to say other than smile awkwardly, evidently overthinking this whole encounter.

"Are the others around?" Donna asked, looking around curiously.

"Dick and Kory are training everyone," Dawn explained. "Hank'll get them whilst we catch up."

Hank snickered. "I guess I'm getting them."

"Go on," Dawn ordered playfully, shoving him away. "We'll be here."

Hank rolled his eyes dramatically, but did as she said and left to get the others. Dawn took a seat on the couches, Donna and I following suit, and I smiled at the little setting made up on the coffee table.

"Donna said tea was your favourite," Dawn said, realising I'd noticed. "I wasn't sure how you liked it, but the water's just been boiled, so feel free to help yourself."

I looked up to Dawn gratefully. "Thank you." I glanced at Donna, who was smiling toothlessly at me, clearly thrilled at how everything was going. "And thank you, too, Donna."

The three of us made our cups and got comfortable on the couch as Hank returned, joining Dawn's side.

"They're gonna shower and they'll be up," he said. "They're looking forward to meeting you, Y/N."

I grew nervous again, smiling and looking down to my tea. Donna's hand found my leg and I looked up to see her giving me a reassuring smile.

"So, Y/N," Dawn began politely, "Donna said you're an insurance salesperson."

"Er, yeah," I agreed, thumb playing with the handle of my mug. "Pretty mundane compared to what you guys do."

"Oh, be quiet," Donna was quick to stop me, nudging me gently in the shoulder.

"Donna–"

"No, she's right," Dawn interrupted with an amused smile. "Your job is perfectly normal. I wish we could have that sometimes."

"You save lives," I pointed out.

"And you give them the insurance to keep that life safe," she retorted, making me chuckle.

"Touché."

Eventually, the others joined us after freshening up, and I warmed up to them quite easily since Dawn had made me feel welcomed in initially. Dick and Kory were extremely kind, sensing my nerves, and the kids – Gar, Rachel and Jason – were all sweet, obviously caring about Donna enough to behave, as Dick liked to put it.

Anytime I felt uncomfortable or nervous, Donna was right there beside me to make me feel better and reassure me with a quick glance or simple touch of the fingers. It was amazing the effect she had on me, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You guys look so happy," I said to Dick as he showed me an old photo album of him and Donna when they were growing up.

"We were," he said, almost with realisation. "We only really had each other. She understood what it was like to have someone important to impress."

"Bruce and Diana," I said after a second, catching on.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Donna was with the others, prepping a lunch for us all, and Dick was showing me some photos as he told me a little bit about what Donna was like as a kid. It was nice to hear, since she rarely spoke of her past, at least not without reason.

"You make her really happy," Dick suddenly said, making me look up. "I haven't seen her like this in a long time. Glowing, you know? It's because of you."

"It's mutual," I assured him with a small smile. "She means the world to me."

"I can see that," he said, mirroring my smile.

I glanced over my shoulder at the girl in question, laughing along with her friends as they attempted to cook a lunch in the kitchen.

"She's a wonderful person," I said, looking back to Dick. "Even before I figured out she was a hero... as Wonder Girl, she does amazing things and I..." I paused, biting my lip, wondering if I was going too far too soon.

"What is it?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed. "You can say it, Y/N. You're one of us now."

I smiled appreciatively at his words, but uneasiness still spread through me. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, please look out for her. We both know how she is, but I can't lose her, Dick."

"She's a hero," he said with certainty. "She can look after herself. She's saved my ass plenty of times." He cracked a small smile, before adding reassuringly, "She just wants to protect those who can't protect themselves."

I was familiar with the spiel he was giving me, it being similar to Donna's own words. "I know she does. That's what I'm afraid of."

He sighed quietly. "I'll make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, though I promise that it's usually me who does the stupid stuff and her who makes me come to reason."

I suppressed a laugh as I met his gaze. "Thank you, Dick."

"You gotta make sure to keep your end of the bargain though," he added, voice light with a hint of humour. "Keep an eye on her over in New York, yeah? A happy Donna is a less bossy Donna."

I laughed now, surprised at the gloomy man's secret sense of humour. "Will do, Dick."

"Good. Now c'mon. We should go see what's taking them so long."

I returned his smile as I followed him to the kitchen, where lunch seemed to have been made and was now being served up.

"Hey," Donna said, approaching me from behind as I looked into the pan on the stove. She wrapped her arms around me adorably and leaned her head onto my shoulder. "You and Dick okay?"

I looked to her, my heart skipping a beat at her beautiful brown eyes staring up at me cutely.

"Yeah, we were just talking about what you were like as a kid," I answered, partially telling the truth. She didn't need to know about our mini pact.

She groaned, hiding her face dramatically. "Seriously?"

"It was nice," I said with a laugh, spinning around so I could face her. I laced my arms through hers as I added, "Today is nice. Thanks for bringing me."

Recovering from her momentary embarrassment, she smiled with relief. "I'm glad. I told you it wouldn't be so bad."

"You were right," I said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Let's go eat. Your friends are waiting."

She intertwined our fingers before leading me to the dining table where everybody was beginning to sit down. I took a seat between Donna and Kory, looking out at the other Titans.

"Thank you for meeting us, Y/N," Dick announced, getting everyone's attention. He smiled my way, a knowing look on his face. "We couldn't have asked for anyone better for Donna."

I felt my face growing warm, but smiled nonetheless, looking around at everybody's grateful expressions. I was glad to be welcomed, everybody being generous and thoughtful. I looked to my right to see Donna smiling to herself as she looked to her plate with blushing cheeks. This was all she'd wanted, and I found her hand under the table, letting her know I loved her and was glad it worked out.

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when she tries to make it up to you...

I smiled and accepted my award, waving out to the audience made up of my coworkers, before leaving the stage and eventually losing my smile.

"Once again, Y/N, congratulations," my boss said, finding me offstage. "You really deserved that. I've never had somebody work for me and broker that many deals!"

I forced a small smile as she clapped me on the back. "I was just doing my job, Sue. But thank you for giving me the award."

"You're very modest," she said knowingly, before adding, "and you delivered a great speech up there. You should be very proud."

I nodded, glancing down at the trophy. "Thank you."

"I haven't seen your girlfriend around," she continued, glancing around. "Donna, isn't it? Have I missed her?"

At the mention of Donna, I felt my shoulders tense up. "She couldn't make it tonight, but I'll let her know you said hi."

"Ah, that's a shame," Sue said apologetically, and I felt embarrassed as I recognised the pity in her eyes. "Never mind. You've still got many colleagues here tonight to support you. It's because of you that we're the number one organisation in New York for health insurance. This night is mostly for you."

"I know. Thank you, Sue. I really appreciate this."

She smiled, nodding. "I'll leave you to celebrate. Enjoy yourself, Y/N. You deserve it."

I mirrored her smile, ignoring the disappointment I'd been feeling all night, and watched Sue leave to greet some of my colleagues. When she was gone, I lost my smile and checked my phone for the millionth time that night, seeing if Donna had replied to any of my many texts. She hadn't, and I didn't know why I expected her to.

I knew she was busy lately, with Titans business seeping into our lives more and more, and I was usually patient. But this was the one thing I had asked her to be there for. She'd known about this night, celebrating an achievement of mine that felt minor compared to her many life-saving accomplishments. It was a formal, fancy event that I thought we could enjoy together, but when she didn't show up and didn't mention why, I knew it was too good to be true. I'd accepted my award and made a speech about how I was grateful to be there and to progress in my career, but Donna wasn't there for me to look out in the audience to, so it didn't mean much.

I just wanted to celebrate an important step in my life with the woman I loved, but clearly I couldn't even have that.

I sighed and moved around the room, accepting congratulations from colleagues, avoiding the dance floor, and heading straight to the snacks table. I couldn't leave straight away because it would make me look silly, having just shown up for the award. But I also couldn't bear to stay there any longer when I had nothing to do and I felt like crap.

As I was nibbling on some salmon puffs, wondering how long I could get away with staying before it was acceptable for me to leave, I felt somebody tap me on the back.

Preparing myself for yet another congratulatory exchange, I spun around and was surprised to find Donna Troy stood before me, a nervous smile on her lips.

"Hey," she greeted, before looking me up and down. "You look beautiful, Y/N."

I pursed my lips, feeling my hand clutch my award tightly.

Donna's smile faded when she saw how annoyed I was. "Y/N, I know you're angry, and I have no excuse for being late, but–"

"I'm surprised you decided to come at all," I cut her off, a frown on my face.

"I screwed up," she admitted with regret. "But I'm here now."

I swallowed hard, shoulders relaxing as I gave up. "You missed my speech." I raised my trophy halfheartedly, glancing at it. "Missed my award. We may as well leave."

She looked at the award before meeting my eyes with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry. But I want to make it up to you. Please, let's stay. The night isn't over."

I sighed. "I don't see a point, Donna."

"Please," she begged quietly. "You deserve this night. I owe you this night."

I was too fed up to argue, so I merely nodded and let her take my hand.

"Will you do me the honour of a dance?" she asked, eyebrows raised hopefully.

I glanced at the trophy in my hand. "I– er–"

She took the award from my hand looked around before stopping somebody walking past. She held out the award to the confused couple, asking, "Can you leave this by the podium for a second? Thanks."

The couple accepted the award, exchanging puzzled expressions, but did as Donna asked. I refrained from smiling as she looked my way, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Dance?" she repeated, eyes sparkling optimistically.

"Sure," I said, letting her lead me onto the dance floor.

When she stopped, she was quick to pull me close to her as another slow song began to play from the live band onstage. I rested one of my hands on her shoulder as the other held her hand. I felt her hand drop to my waist as she smiled down at me, gently swaying to the music.

"I never said it, but congratulations," she muttered, eyes never leaving mine. "I'm sorry I missed your speech. I'm sure it was amazing."

I breathed out, glancing at my shoes before looking back up again. "It's okay. I know you've been busy."

"I should have made the time," she said, tilting her head. "This is important."

I bit my lip, deciding not to argue with her. It wasn't important, not compared to what she did every day as Wonder Girl.

"I'm proud of you," she said earnestly. "You're amazing, Y/N."

I felt my face grow warm as I avoided her eyes, unable to accept compliments, especially as she stared at me with love in her eyes.

"You're so awkward," she noted with a chuckle, before pulling me closer to her and pressing a kiss to the side of my forehead. "It's cute."

"If you're done..."

She laughed, and I was sure my cheeks were some shade of red as I flushed with embarrassment.

"My Titans business is finished for now," she said, smile minimising as she met my eyes with seriousness. "I'm gonna be more present... thank you for being patient with me, Y/N. You didn't have to, and I know it's been annoying, but I appreciate it."

I subconsciously smiled, looking forward to having her back in my life like normal. Even if it was for a little while.

"I missed that," she said, nodding towards me. "Your smile."

"I'm just glad to have you back," I admitted, squeezing her hand gently. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," she responded, and I leaned on her shoulder as we continued to sway to the music.

"By the way, I appreciate you making the effort tonight," I commented, referring to her outfit. She was wearing a dark red suit that looked amazing on her. "I know you hate formal things."

I felt her smile against me. "I can't have my girlfriend looking like royalty whilst I look like her servant."

I smiled with amusement, pulling away to give her a knowing look. "You never look like my servant, idiot."

She chuckled, the crinkles by her eyes showing up beautifully, making my insides jump around like a teenager with a crush.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, glancing down at her own clothes.

"Red's definitely your colour," I compliment playfully. "Though, I may be biased, Wonder Girl."

She grinned, suppressing a laugh.

"Thank you for this," I said, letting go of her hand and resting mine on her cheek, stroking it gently. "The dance. Coming tonight. It was all I wanted."

"You deserve it," she said, grabbing my hand and kissing it gently before dropping it on her shoulder and pulling me closer to her.

"I love you." I smiled, skin tingling at her touch.

"And I love you," she said, leaning forward to press a haste kiss to my lips.

#dc titans imagine #dc titans #dc #dc comics #donna troy x you #donna troy #donna troy imagine #donna troy x reader #conor leslie #wonder girl x you #wonder girl x reader #wonder girl

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glasswaters · 2 years

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grazed knees

Once, when I had grown too much for my bones to bear over the span of a single summer and forgot where I ended and the world began, I fell over my own feet. The gravel dug into my flesh and I spent the rest of the day picking stones from blood.

When my hands were still full of iron and my cheeks were still swollen, I cut my jeans off at the bend of my knees. I didn’t hem it, see, so the edges were raw for years to come.

The wound scabbed over – rough and aching and sharp and –

I picked it. With long fingernails, I scratched off the healing skin wherever it would form until my sheets were stained and my vision swam. My skin was ripped from growing, you see. I hadn’t eaten a lunch since the winter, you see. I couldn’t tell I was hurt until I’d made a mess, see. I broke my favourite mug that day, and bleeding still, I sat in the shards I ground into my own linoleum floors and cried.

I love you like a fourteen-year old loves scabs. I pick at you until there is nothing left of you and then I swallow you whole. I scratch at you until I’m bleeding. Years after, I still bear the scars, a wide gash along my leg that never quite healed right. I love you like a child loves a mug swept into a binbag. Like something that was once a comfort and is now nothing but edges to cut myself on, like a haunted house that was never quite right.

here is the question I asked the first therapist who believed me: how do you love something you have long since gutted? how do you put it back together as though you have not once hated it?

she tilted her head.

she smiled.

her pen scratched against the paper-

“you don’t.”

The heater in my apartment hisses. I can hear the gas within it as it heats my living room. My cat curls up on the radiator, purring so loudly that I need to turn my volume up. The bolognese sauce splashes onto my counters. I dip my finger into it.

Come with me now. The table is set and the floor is clean. I’ve cut my nails. They will never be that long again.

- body positivity, mapped along the bloody gravel that once lined my mother’s bathtub

#body positivity #body positivity critical #poetry #eating disorders #self harm #writerblr #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #you don't need to love your body #you just need to live in it and stop hurting yourself for it #you don't need to think you're beautiful #just that you're here and this is yours #eating disorder recovery

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National Poutine Day

While in Winnipeg, Manitoba, filming Bravetown, Danny Rodriguez gained an affinity for poutine. Following his return to the United States he created National Poutine Day, and with partners, opened a Smoke’s Poutinerie branch in Berkeley, California, the first location of the chain in the country. While the Berkeley restaurant has since closed, the poutine holiday he created continues to be celebrated!

In Canada, particularly in Quebec, poutine is a staple food, if not also an iconic one. It has become a popular food in America as well as in other countries. Standard poutine is made up of fresh-cut french fries, squeaky fresh cheese curds, and brown gravy, but there are many variations of the dish. Among other possibilities, the name may have come from the word “pudding,” which is spelled pouding in French, or from poutine, which is slang for “mess” in Quebec. It is pronounced “pou-tin” in the French-dominated regions of Quebec and New Brunswick, but as “poo-teen” elsewhere.

According to the most widely known and accepted story, poutine was first served at L'Idéal (Café Ideal)—a restaurant that later changed its name to Le Lutin Qui Rit (The Laughing Elf)—in 1957, in the small town of Warwick, in Arthabaska County, Quebec, a town known for producing squeaky cheese curds. A usual customer, Eddy Lainsesse, requested curds on top of his fries. The restaurant owner, Fernand Lachance, supposedly replied, “Ça va faire une maudite poutine,” which roughly translates to “That’s going to make a dreadful mess.” A variation of the story says that Lainsesse asked for the curds and fries to be thrown together in a paper bag, upon which Lachance looked into the bag and said, “This is poutine.” The dish started being sold in a bag and soon caught on. Patrons began adding ketchup and vinegar to it. In 1963, Lachance began serving it on plates. Customers soon noticed that the fries got cold quickly, so Lachance added gravy to keep them warm.

According to another story, poutine was created by Jean-Paul Roy, owner of Le Roy Jucep, a drive-in restaurant in Drummondville, Quebec. He had been serving a dish of gravy and french fries called palate-sauce since 1958, and in 1964 noticed that some of his diners were adding cheese curds to it. He soon added a dish that contained all three ingredients and named it fromage-palate-sauce.

It made its debut in Canadian chain restaurants in 1985, appearing on the menu at Frits, a now-defunct Quebec-based chain. By the 1990s, poutine had reached mass popularization in the country, after its inclusion on the menus of other chains. It first appeared on a Burger King menu in 1987 in Quebec, and soon spread to other locations of the chain. The same happened with McDonald’s in 1990. Canadian fast-food chain Harvey’s debuted it on menus across the country in 1992.

But poutine wasn’t to remain only as street food and fast food. By the early 2000s, it was appearing in high-end Canadian restaurants. It was put on the menu at Aud Pied de Cochon in Montreal in 2002, where it was topped with foie gras. Other high-end Montreal restaurants followed suit. Garde Manger began serving an Iron Chef America-winning lobster poutine, and Pub Quartier Latin put poutine made with steak, truffles, and red wine demi-glace on their menu.

Some Canadian restaurants have made poutine their main focus. La Banquise in Montreal began serving it in the 1980s. They started with the standard version and an Italian version with bolognese sauce instead of gravy. They have since expanded to serving 30 types. Smoke’s Poutinerie was started in Toronto in 2008, the first poutine-only restaurant in that city. Other poutine-only restaurants that followed in Canada are Poutini’s House of Poutine, La Poutinerie, and Poutineville.

Poutine made its first foray into the United States in New Jersey and New York, where a variation of the recipe called “Disco Fries” became popular. This version substituted mozzarella or cheddar cheese for the curds. Poutine has since become relatively common in the States and has taken hold in other countries as well, such as the United Kingdom and Russia.

How to Observe National Poutine Day

There are numerous ways to celebrate!

Make your own poutine. You could make the original version or another variation of the dish. You could even make Disco Fries, the Americanized version of the dish.

Check if there is a place near you that serves poutine.

Have poutine at one of the best places in the United States that serve it.

Enjoy poutine at a Smoke’s Poutinerie or at another Canadian restaurant that specializes in the dish, such as La Banquise, Poutini’s House of Poutine, La Poutinerie, or Poutineville.

Eat some poutine at Harvey’s or at another Canadian fast-food restaurant.

Enjoy poutine at a high-end Canadian restaurant such as Au Pied de Cochon, Garde Manger, or Pub Quartier Latin.

Plan a trip to an upcoming poutine fest, such as Montreal’s La Grand Poutinefest or Ottawa Poutine Fest.

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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Part of the Baron on the Run series. Also available on AO3 @ scuttlebuttle. They say that life inspires art. i was vibing while making pasta last night and viola.

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

Word Count: ~1.3

Rating: T

Tags: fluff, mildly suggestive, cold war talk, mentions of child loss, indiana jones, disco, italian food, just dance reference

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Zemo entered the kitchen and set his coat on the back of the chair. "Evening, liebe. How was your day?"

You walked over to him. The one nice thing about being quite tall was that you didn't have to go far to reach his waiting lips. Giving him a soft peck, you hummed "it was good. I finally got to look over that set of documents from Belarus this morning. There wasn’t much that I didn’t already know in it. Although, it did confirm that the push for economic and social stability in the capital, as well as the implementation of some westernized practices, was not so that the BSSR and USSR could modernize or even compete with the west - rather it was a means to draw people to settle in Minsk instead of the countryside where it would be easier for Hydra to keep tabs on anyone they perceived to be a threat…” you continued to ramble in the most analytic jargon about the historical implications you discovered.

Helmut made himself a glass of scotch, occasionally nodding along to what you said. Running out of breath you finally stop; "anyway… enough about me."

“I like listening to what you are passionate about. You have worked hard to be so successful and so young.” You gave him a look as though you didn’t believe a word he was saying. And it wasn’t like you were that young, only a little over a decade between you two.

“How did the recon mission go?”

"It went well. I was able to get close enough to the mark to get what I needed. They make it so easy when they openly discuss their plans. You would like the cafe - perhaps later this week we will go. The agreed rendezvous is late tomorrow night; I won't wake you." For the last month Helmut had dedicated his efforts to helping you with your dissertation research. You had limited resources on Sokovia due to the rampant corruption the nation faced. Those few that you had access to Helmut would help translate.

Hands gently massaging your shoulders as he leaned over you. His cologne invades your senses. “This right here - I’m not sure what it means,” you would tell him, pointing to the passage.

Glancing over it for a moment, Helmut responded with the translation. “You know schatz, I’m beginning to wonder if you truly need my assistance, or if you just want an excuse for me to touch you,” he chuckled.

The fall of the country and subsequent annexation made matters even more challenging. Some unsavory underground groups had been smuggling documents and the like for a profit. With his background in EKO Scorpion and the intelligence community it was an easy way for him to spend his time tracking the materials. "It won't just be for you, liebe. If I can recover any of the surviving artifacts and records from before the Avengers destroyed my country it is a step towards preserving my heritage," was his justification. He wouldn't admit it, but you knew he liked being back in the field, so to speak. You also knew that the more information he had the more cards were up his sleeve.

"Don't forget to bring your hat and whip when you go," you ribbed, referencing one of your favorite film series; Indiana Jones.

"Of course... Hmm. Maybe when I get back I will have to wake you. I'm sure we could put them to better use than just treasure hunting." Helmut loved to tease you after he discovered your fondness for a young Harrison Ford. In fact, teasing and flirting with you had become his favorite pastime since your first night together.

Groaning out a laugh at his suggestive joke, you turned and headed back over to the stove. You set on a large pot of water to boil. Helmut approached the stove. "And what are you preparing for dinner this evening, liebling?" he asked, rubbing your back through your top. You knew he didn’t expect you to cook for him, but you wanted to.

"Spaghetti and a homemade sauce with spicy Italian sausage - my father used to make it when I was growing up." You stirred the simmering sauce, letting the flavors continue to marinate together.

"It smells wonderful,” he moaned. Somberly he added “I used to make a bolognese. It was the one dish I knew how to prepare. It was my son’s favorite.” You squeezed his side in hopes to offer comfort.

“You’ll have to make it for me sometime,” you request tenderly.

His lips turned up in a soft smile. “Yes I will, liebe. I'm going to go change before we eat, I will be back shortly." He kissed your temple before heading to the bedroom of the house you were occupying.

When the water boiled you placed the noodles in the pot and set a timer. Grabbing your phone off the counter you pulled up Spotify, queueing your "feeling it" playlist. The beginning notes of ABBA's Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! began. Heading to the cabinet you brought down two glasses. Picking a bottle of red wine - sweeter to balance with the spiciness of the sauce - you opened it and poured yourself and Helmut a glass each.

Hips beginning to sway to the rhythm of the music, you returned to the stove. This playlist always put you in a great mood. You continued to move to the music, singing along softly. You take a generous swig from the bottle of wine still in your hand before adding some to the sauce, stirring the pot thoroughly.

Dancing through the kitchen you sing out 'gimme! gimme! gimme! a man after midnight!" You knew you were a terrible dancer, even worse than Helmut. That didn't stop you from partaking in the activity, your hips gyrating and shoulders shimmying.

You didn't notice the movement in the hallway, still caught up in the song. Wine glass in hand, you attend to the stove to ensure the water doesn't boil over. The song eventually changes over to a Boney M classic. "There lived a certain man in Russia long ago…." Excitedly, you put down your glass. You remember the choreography like it was yesterday, middle school you always danced to the song in an old video game.

Without hesitation you clapped your hands and swung your hips to the beat. Turning you notice Helmut leaning against the kitchen door. How long he'd been there, you didn't know. Based on the amused smile he wore he clearly enjoyed watching you look like an idiot dance.

Making your way to him you reach out for his hands. Helmut followed along, albeit hesitant to move his body yet. You locked your eyes to his. Wiggling your eyebrows exaggeratedly at him, pushing and pulling his arms in time with the beat. “Come on, Helmut - dance with me!”

“I thought I was a terrible dancer? Did you not say that in Madripoor?” he interrogated without a single trace of seriousness.

“Oh you know I love the way you dance,” you giggled, still moving to the beat.

There was a glint of something in his eyes; suddenly Helmut took charge of your little dance. He twisted his hips from side to side, breaking one hand away from you to twirl you under his arm. The two of you danced like dorks, firsts pumping and hands in the air and wagging your fingers around the kitchen.

A sudden shrill from the timer stopped your movements, both bursting into fits of laughter. Turning off the timer Helmut took care of draining the pasta for you. As you caught your breath you couldn’t help but admire the man. He had spent so long seeking vengeance, yet now here he was dancing like a weirdo with you in the kitchen. His face was so relaxed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look this happy and at peace you thought to yourself. Maybe, just maybe, you had something to do with that.

“Is the sauce ready?” Helmut inquired with a lingering smile.

You took a minute to keep appreciating him before answering. “Yeah. Yeah it’s good.”

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Slow Down | Tom Holland one shot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warning: smut and all that comes with that

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: This is my first ever writting so feel free to comment and give me advice.

OMG not again

You thought to yourself as you were trying to enter your building. You forgot your keys yet again. It’s not unusual for you to be so distracted, with everything going on in the world right now, you were happy you had the strenght to get up the morning.

Hands were full with groceries, you were wearing a face mask and it was boiling hot outside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you groaned while you were trying to sit on the stairs, waiting for anyone to open the front so you can get in. Your white summer dress was folded but you didn’t care.

“That’s not very ladylike,” a thick British accent spoke behind you. That can only be…

“Tom! Thank God, my saviour,” you mocked his accent and got up while picking up your groceries.

“You really need to stop forgeting your keys, Y/N.” he looked you right in the eyes and gave you the prettiest smile you ever saw. And that’s when you felt it, that stupid warm feeling in your lower stomach.

Truth to be told, you were always flirty with your first neighbour. But who wouldn’t. He was cute, he had an amazing body, charming as fuck and have you mentioned already – British. Whenever you two see each other in the hallway you’ll always stand there for 30 minutes or more, talking about everything. He was always a charming ball of joy, and you were this awkward and cynical bean, but as neighbours you two worked very well.

Somehow, you never got to chill around or to become anything more than acquaintences. Sure, he was nice to look at, and he came handy when you needed to replace a lightning bulb, but that was it. Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t had a partner in five months, but right now, Tom was making your knees feel weak.

“I said, do you need any help with your bags?” yeah, he definitely thinks you're crazy.

”Hm, sure, after you.”

You were walking a few steps behind him. And you liked the view. His dark curls, followed by his tanned neck. And then those broad shoulders and that ass. And that’s when you blurted out:

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Probably nothing, staying home, maybe playing some games, why so?”

“Well, since you’ve been helping me get inside for the last 3 times, I think it’s my time to pay you back with some dinner”

“Oh wow, are you finally inviting me to your place to actually sit down, and not to help you paint your room or anything?” he leaned to his door as you were unlocking yours. He crossed his arms around his buffed chest and gave you a smile. You felt your cheeks starting to blush, you quickly turn around to enter in your flat.

“Yup, it’s your lucky day. See you around 8?”

“See you weirdo.”

Ok, what did you got yourself into! As soon as you came in your living room the wave of reality hit you. First of all you can’t cook. Well, you can make spaghetti bolognese so dinner was kind of settled. But your apartment was a mess. There was clothes on your couch. Your garbage bin was full and yes, you were ashamed, but you had some dirty dishes in the sink from the day before. You’ve been working from home for the past two months, so there was a lot to clean up.

That afternoon went by quickly, you were cleaning, showering, you washed your hair.

Should you curl your hair or would that be too much? It would probably be too much, so you opted for a messy ponytail. You searched through your closet and found a pair of leggings with a crop top. But you changed into a skirt. And then you changed again, and decided to wear a backless summer dress. Why are you thinking so hard about all of this stuff? He’s coming to have dinner, you’ll chat and laugh and that’s.

And you were shaking. Your longtime crush was coming to your place. You looked yourself in the mirror. You had your mascara on, some blush and you added a bit of pink gloss, to make your lips plumpy. Took one final look at your place. It was presentable and you were kind off proud to yourself.

The doorbell rang.

Your heart sunk down to your toes as you opened your door. There he was. He was wearing a white and cream stripped shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His hair was gelled upwards. Oh and he smelled like heaven. So intoxicating and delicious.

“Welcome to my crib.”

“I am honored to be invited in your mansion.”

Why are you guys always like this.

“So, would you like anything to drink? Pick your poison.”

“Um, do you have any beer?” he said as he was adjusting himself in your couch, facing your kitchen.

“Sure,” your breathing was heavy. As much as you were trying to be relaxed, you couldn’t. Your hands were shaking and you had to fight and urge to throw yourself on him. He was sitting there, watching you, with his legs apart. Your eyes immediately went to his crotch, but you quickly put them back up. Your eyes caught his and he quickly turned his gaze to the tv. A loud cough escaped his lips.

“Well, Holland, I have to warn you, I’m not the greatest cook, so bare with me.” You changed the subject, before it got too akward.

“Trust me, you’re better than me. Mind if I play some music?”

“Sure you can,” you said as you started to chop some onions for your sauce. He came to your computer and played some random playlist on Spotify. And that’s when The Weeknd started playing.

Great, just what you needed, some sexy tunes. That would definitely help you stop feeling this horny.

You started making your sauce and you turned around. He was looking at you, again, and started blushing when you caught him once again. You decided to ignore this and to play it cool.

“You know, I wouldn’t be mad if you come here and help me.”

He got up and came to the kitchen. Your heart started beating like crazy again. And of course, as you always do when you’re nervous you started rambling. Avoiding any eye contact, ‘cause if you look him in the eyes right now, your knees will probably give up.

“Ok, so I’ll work on the sauce and you can help me with the spaghetti. I added some water in the pot, you can add some salt and wait for it to boil, that’s when you add the spaghetti. Cook them for like 10 minutes. Or however you like them, it’s on you…” you started to get out of breath. He was silent the whole time, standing on your left, just a few steps away from you. That’s when you finally looked him in the eyes. He was looking at you all the time, with a smile on his lips and a dark flash in his eyes.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you are so beautiful,” he said, so innocently yet again so hot.

“I’m sorry, what?” but you heard him very well. It’s just that you needed to hear him say that again. You had no idea how was your heart still beating. You felt it in you chest, your throat, toes and down there. Especially down there.

“I said, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he leaned down to face you. His face was inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your face. That’s when you finally found the courage and leaned back to close the gap between the two of you. His lips tasted like beer mixed with desire and cherries.

At first, the kiss was just a peck. You put your hands up and caressed his face. Both of you opened your eyes and smiled at each other.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” he said, without giving you any time to respond, he kissed you again. This times it was more lustful. He sucked your bottom lips and that’s when his tongue touched your lips. He depend the kiss and you felt chills through your whole body. Your world was speeding up and shutting down at the same time. All of your senses were heightened, but they were only focused on him. You couldn’t hear the music but you could hear him breathing and his silent moans.

Tom picked you up and put you on the kitchen counter, not breaking the kiss. He stood between your legs, his hands were on your thighs. You bit his lip and whispered

“I want you so badly,” as you said this, he moved his hips to met yours. And that movement got you even more turned on. His hands went from your thighs to your back. Your back was warm, your whole body was boiling and his fingertips were cold. His lips were on your neck. He could feel your heartbeat. He kissed the curve of your neck and started to suck on your collarbones. He moved his hands from your back to your breasts, he cupped them with his hands, gently touching your nipples with his thumbs. A moan escaped your lips and you bucked your hips to meet his.

“Is this okay?” he asked, while kissing that soft spot under your ears.

“More than okay.”

And with those words it’s like you gave him the green light. He moved his hands to your ass, and he started sucking on your nipples. You leaned back on the counter, your hands were on his back, caressing his neck and head.

He lifted your dress and moved his hands to your core. Your panties were wet, which he saw and smirked at you.

“What?” you dared him

“Nothing, I’ve never seen a girl this wet for me before.”

He reached your lips again, this time the kiss was impatient. His tongue was warm and sweet. He moved your panties to the side and started circling with his index finger around your clit. His movements were slow, he was teasing you. As you started moaning, your hips began to buckle against his hand. You were restless. You wanted some release, but at the same time you didn’t want this to ever stop.

Tom picked up all your signs so he started moving his fingers faster. Wet traces from his lips were all over your neck and chest. The release you’ve been waiting for the whole day started to build up. The sound of your own wetness on his finger turned you on even more. Your legs was starting to shake and he gave you a little smile at how needy you are for him.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop.” And he didn’t. The blissful feeling washed all over you. You moaned into his lips, kissing him while your hands were on his back, pulling him closer. After you rode your orgasm Tom stepped back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in this world. Your eyes were wide, darkened with lust. Skin pink and glowy, your breathing was coming back to normal.

But you wanted more. You just got your release but you still needed him. As you stepped down from the counter you were sitting on, your hands went down to his jeans. He was silent, but you both knew what’s next. With one hand he helped you undress him, the other was on your ass. He removed his jeans, and you tossed away your dress and panties. He did the same with his shirt. The feeling of his skin against your chest felt like a warm summer wave. You were standing there in your kitchen, naked, making out and you’ve never felt more comfortable. Everything felt right, like it was meant to be. Your bodies were melting together, both of your hearts were pounding.

He was hard the whole time. You reached down with your hands to touch him, but the moved back. “Darling, I’m so turned on, I might cum with just one touch, and that’s not how I want to cum”.

With one hand on the small of your back he gave you a kiss. Another one on your neck. You turned around and bent over on your counter. Your legs were slightly apart. The view hypnotized him. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, but he didn’t stop looking at your pussy.

“Are you sure about this?” but he prayed that you were. You nodded, as your head turned back to watch him putting on a condom on his length.

Slowly he entered you. After a few slow thrusts he started to speed up. As much as he was trying to control himself and slow down, he started thrusting into you harder. Every thrust felt like heaven to you.

Suddenly he slowed down, and came down to your back and kissed it. He wasn’t moving, but he was still inside you.

“Baby, I can cum right now, I have to slow down,” he whimpers. Grabbing you by your neck with his hands, he pulls you up, so now you were both standing. His hand went down to your clit and the started rubbing you. The hand that was on your neck moved down to your breast, while he was slowly pounding into you.

There were no thoughts in your head. Your mind was empty. You were only focused on him slowly moving in and out of you. Like that stimulation alone wasn’t enough, he was rubbing circles around your clit with his other hand.

“I never want you to stop,” a line escaped your lips. You turned your head around and you looked into his face. His response was to put his lips on yours. He began to speed up, you were moaning and breathing into each others lips. You felt the warm sensations building inside of you again. Knees were weak so you grabbed his hand to steady yourself, cause you felt like you were about to faint. Your whole body started to shake, he felt it so he started thrusting faster into you.

“I think I’ll cum again.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You moaned so loud as you came. The pleasure hit you hard, like a fire that started between your legs, but quickly expanded through your whole body. As you came, you bent down again, while he was still inside. His hand went from your clitoris to your ass. He widened it with his hands and just that view of his dick entering you was enough to get him over the edge. The grounts he made while he climaxed almost made you cum again.

As he orgasmed, he took a few seconds to calm down. He kissed your back and removed a condom. Clothes was lying down. No words were spoken between the two of you, there were only smiles and giggles. You were never this happy and this full.

“That was something else,” finally, he broke the silence as he was buttoning his jeans. You smiled and just as you were about to say something back to him, you looked at the stove.

“Fuck our dinner is ruined!”

“Honestly, I forgot I even came here for dinner,” he said and kissed your lips again.

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