#house furniture delivery services

[internationalremovals23]

[alexoutlook]

Streamlining Your Move: Local House Removals, Commercial Relocation, and Furniture Delivery in Chester

Moving to a new home or relocating a business can be a daunting task, filled with challenges and logistics that demand careful planning. In Chester, a city rich in history and culture, several services specialize in making these transitions smoother. This article explores the key aspects of local house removals, commercial relocation services, and furniture delivery and removal in Chester.

Local House Removals in Chester

Moving house is a significant life event, and choosing the right removal service is crucial to ensure a stress-free experience. In Chester, local house removals services offer a range of options to cater to individual needs. From packing and loading to transportation and unpacking, these professionals streamline the entire process.

One of the key benefits of opting for local house removals in Chester is the personalized touch they provide. Being local, these services understand the unique characteristics of the area, including the layout of neighborhoods, traffic patterns, and any specific regulations that may impact the move. This local knowledge can make a substantial difference in the efficiency and speed of the removal process.

Moreover, reputable removal companies in Chester often provide insurance coverage for the items being transported, offering peace of mind to those undergoing the move. Customers can rest assured that their belongings are in capable hands, reducing the stress associated with relocating to a new home.

Commercial Relocation Services in Chester

For businesses, relocating to a new office space involves a different set of challenges compared to moving house. Commercial relocation services in Chester cater specifically to businesses looking to transition smoothly to a new location. These services understand the importance of minimizing downtime and ensuring that the move does not disrupt daily operations.

A key advantage of opting for commercial relocation services in Chester is the expertise they bring to the table. Professionals in this field are well-versed in handling office equipment, furniture, and sensitive documents. They have the necessary tools and equipment to disassemble, pack, and transport office furniture and equipment securely.

Additionally, commercial relocation services often work closely with clients to create a customized plan that suits the unique needs of the business. This includes coordinating the logistics of the move, ensuring that the transition is as seamless as possible. Time management is crucial in commercial relocations, and these services prioritize efficiency to minimize any potential impact on the business's productivity.

Furniture Delivery and Removal in Chester

Whether you are purchasing new furniture or need to relocate existing pieces, furniture delivery and removal services in Chester offer a convenient solution. These services are equipped to handle the transportation of furniture items with care, ensuring they reach their destination in pristine condition.

For those looking to buy new furniture, many local stores in Chester collaborate with delivery services to provide a hassle-free experience for customers. This often includes not only the transportation of the furniture to the customer's home but also assembly and placement of the items in the desired rooms.

On the other hand, furniture removal services cater to those who need to dispose of or relocate existing furniture. This can be particularly useful during a house move or when undergoing a renovation. These services often include disassembly, packing, transportation, and even disposal or storage options.

Conclusion

In conclusion, whether you are moving house, relocating your business, or simply need furniture delivery or removal services in Chester, there are specialized professionals ready to assist. The local expertise of these services can significantly ease the challenges associated with such transitions, providing a tailored and efficient experience. By choosing the right service for your specific needs, you can turn what might be a stressful process into a smooth and organized endeavor, allowing you to focus on settling into your new space with ease.

[mrfurnitureae]

Our services don't end at customization.

Equipped with the best in-house PSB Logistics, we make sure that you find your order at your doorstep with our delivery services all around the MENA region.

Book a free design consultation session now. ✅ 2 Showrooms in Dubai ✅ Overseas Presence ✅ 780+ Concepts Designed ✅ 4500+ Projects ✅ 10+ Years in UAE . . Get an instant quote now. 📞 : 055-552-2613 📧 : inquiry@mrfurniture.ae 🌐 : www.mrfurniture.ae

[blurban-form]

Future Brisbane

So, at the end of “Surprise”, we get to see future-Brisbane, maybe 25-30 years in the future? A grown-up Bluey brings her child to visit her parents’ house, so her kid can blast Dad with tennis balls like she did.

Compare future Brisbane with current Brisbane

First of all, nice to see the house hasn’t fallen down, Dad and Mum have kept it in good repair (thanks Hammerbarn) and it now has solar panels, as do a number of other homes.

Many things have changed:

An incredible increase in land use density; multiple medium and tall towers (like in downtown) now are common in the suburban area. Assuming this means much more multifamily housing.

Roads much less dominant/conspicuous in the hills

Look how the trees have grown.

The communications towers on the hilltops are less conspicuous.

Three waste/recycling bins (addressing the green waste recycling issue)

Drone transport (for deliveries?)

Some things haven’t changed:

Sky is blue. That’s good.

The whole area hasn’t flooded from rising sea levels…

Adult Bluey drives, or at least is using a private vehicle, rather than something like an on-demand transit service. (Maybe the drone deliveries mean less congestion on the roads but traffic has never been a big issue in Bluey-Brisbane 😉)

Inside the house is not crazy-futuristic, some electronic gadgets, like a Roomba. (I was expecting more high-tech like a Mr. Fusion from “Back to the Future” but that’d probably be by the kitchen or by the garbage wheelie-bins.)

I know my parents still have the same stereo they had 30+ years ago, and much of the same furniture.

Note that 30 years of progress has not improved how Roombas dock with their charging stations.

Some other new tech in the front hall:

Electronic digital picture frames with weird floating connections to the wall.

Wifi router thing on ceiling

Spherical thing (maybe something like an Alexa?)

New comfy chair, replacing the red one.

Density Increase

The increase in land use density in the Brisbane suburbs where the Heelers live is one of those dreams of land use planners; more density in already developed areas is generally considered a plus, assuming the infrastructure can accommodate it. Higher density means more people in a given area making public transit more efficient and reducing costs to serve the homes with utilities.

Is that kind of growth possible in only a few decades? Yes, here’s a North American example… this is where I grew up, in the early 1980s it looked like this in Mississauga, ON around the Square One shopping centre…

…and now it looks like this in the 2020s.

So that’s growth over about 30-40 years, which is a little longer than how much time has apparently elapsed in “Bluey”, but not a lot. It’s possible, and this kind of thing can snowball / accelerate once initial projects get underway.

Public opposition (NIMBY) can prevent this kind of thing from occurring in many cities.

[multific]

Surprise

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (only in the beginning, this is mainly fluff)

Johnny loved to hold you close.

He loved to hold you close and cum in you. For him, the fullest moment was when you laid under him and he filled you over and over with his cum.

Johnny didn't have a breeding kink. Not at all, it wasn't why he was doing it.

To him, it was a way of marking what's his. 

And you were his. 

There was no denying that. 

His cum gushing out of you was the proof.

Marking you in more ways than one. 

This is how he liked to spend many hours after a long mission away from you. 

However, having your boyfriend creampie you each and every time he gets home, hours on end has its consequences as you have learned.

"Pregnant? But I was taking pills!"

"Yes, but it looks like when you changed to the new pills it took a long time for it to fully work and in that tiny window, you got pregnant."

Your doctor's explanation made sense, and this was something you always feared might happen. 

Now, you just had to somehow explain it to Johnny.

Should you send a letter? No, he said it wouldn't be safe.

Should you call? No way of knowing he would pick up.

Should you just wait? Yes, the only logical solution.

You were going through a roller coaster.

One moment, everything was okay, you were happy and ready for a baby, the next, you were in the bathroom crying telling yourself you couldn't do this.

You needed Johnny, and he wasn't there, so you had to deal with this on your own.

You took a deep breath. And as you wash your face one last time, you gave yourself a nod.

Yes, you were ready for this, yes you will do this. You will keep the baby and be an amazing mother!

Nothing could derail your plan.

Days passed, then weeks, and then three months. 

You missed Johnny but the baby did take your mind off of things.

First, you had to make a room for them, furniture and paint the walls.

Ikea came in clutch with their home delivery service once the room was painted. 

You were probably planning way ahead but with a boyfriend who could be gone for months, you needed to be ready. You couldn't wait to plan a room and assemble furniture with a huge baby bump.

Then, another month passed. And Johnny was coming home.

You received a call from him, saying he was on his way to you, and you were ready. With an envelope in your hand, you were ready to see him again.

You rushed into his arms as he waited for you, standing there with open arms, you ran into him. Almost knocking him over as the others left with the car. He lifted you up and you felt in cloud nine.

He was home. Finally.

You cried, probably more than ever, thanks to hormones.

But Johnny just kept smiling and laughing, holding you tight.

"Bonnie, I'm home." he said and the nickname he gave you made you shiver, he always called you Bonnie, ever since you two met, you loved it when he called you that.

"Welcome back, I have a surprise for you." you said as you two walked into the house.

"I really hope it's either something to eat or tear off of you." he said as he pulled you close and bit your ear.

Thanks to the thick sweater you wore it was invisible to see that you were pregnant.

"No, Johnny, this time I'm serious." you said as he kicked the door closed and you grabbed your papers. "You might need to sit down." you said and he did.

"Now you are making me worried." as he sat, you moved to sit on the coffee table in front of him and handed him the papers.

"Since you might not believe me, here. Read these."

Johnny took the papers he looked at you once more before he started to read them out loud.

"Patient name: Y/N Y/L/N.... Are you ill?" his eyes shot up.

"Keep going." you said pointing back and he read further.

You watched his face closely, waiting for the moment when he will get it.

"It says... patient admitted feeling sick, throwing up and feeling uncomfortable, after blood test patient.... five weeks pregnant?" he continued with the next paper.

"Pregnancy week ten, baby healthy, mother healthy.... Pregnancy week fourteen... baby healthy, good heart rhythm, mother healthy. As per the patient's request, ultrasound pictures were provided." you handed him the pictures.

"The doctor said they took the perfect shot. Keep going there is one more paper." Johnny looked and the photos before continuing with the last.

"Week eighteen, strong heart rhythm, baby healthy, mother healthy, based on ultrasound, baby suspected to be a girl, the doctor will confirm at later appointment...Bonnie? Are you... p-are you going to have a baby?"

"Silly, we are going to have a baby. She is as much yours as mine." John kept staring at the picture, a tear escaped his eyes.

"She's mine?" 

"Of course. But please don't misunderstand this wasn't planned. The doctor said my new birth control pills lapsed or something and... it was right when you were home and..."

"I'm going to be a father." he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with happiness. And suddenly your worries got lifted.

"You are, Love. We are having a little girl."

It was so much to take in at once.

"Please tell me this is not a cruel prank." he begged and you stood up, lifting your shirt, showing him your stomach.

"I can confirm Mr MacTavish, your baby is in here. This is not a prank, not a sick joke. It's all true and tomorrow, when I go back to the doctor's you can finally come with me."

"Oh Bonnie." he dropped all papers as he stood up and hugged you. "I love you so much."

"I know this is a surprise and I wasn't expecting it either but if possible, can you... maybe, I understand if not but I would like if you can be here at least for the birth... I know your schedule is not-"

"I'll be here before that day, Bonnie. I will tell the Captain I need time to be with my family and he will understand, he did just catch a big guy so... they can go without me for a couple, I'm sure Simon will miss me but, I want to be here for you and for them."

"Thank you."

"Of course. I want to be here more for you, and while I do know you understand when I need to leave, I do just want to stay."

"I love you Johnny." you felt him squeeze you a little before his hand moved under your shirt, feeling your skin, trying to be as close to his baby as he can.

This is what Johnny always longed for, a home.

And now the ring that weighted down his bags suddenly felt even more appropriate.

For months now, he was afraid you'd say no, and yet here you were waiting for him with a baby under your heart.

This was the best surprise he would have asked for.

Taglist: imreadinggoaway @fleursirvart​​ @v-2bucky ehsebastiancrunch-time-sports  @pxstelrainbow ablogbypeteparker liamssmilersmexylemony @greenarrowhead feelingsareharddd @thisismysecrethappyplace @sincerelyfan @theoneanna @aestheticsandmarvel @rororo06 @castellandiangelo @avengers-r-us @destynelseclipsa   @spilledinkindumpster celebsimagine @capsiclesdoll snoopy3000 @firstangeldragonranch @puknow @crazzyter  @alwayshave-faith @soleil-dor @alex12948 scream-kiwi79  @lxdyred  @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl​ @liveforkarljacobs @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek​​ @paola-carter​​ @stunkbiggu

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 29

I keep messing up names but nevertheless we persist even though I am so disgustingly embarrassed and want to never write again lmao xx

Zoe wiped her brow with the back of her hand, sighing as she looked at the mess that was in front of her.

She was at Cillian's new home, surrounded by boxes, packing peanuts, open tool boxes and men putting together furniture. She was aware she had to be here for the deliveries, but she didn't know she had to tell them where to PUT the furniture. She did her best to arrange the couch and coffee table nicely in a way they would compliment the shape of the Great Room, but she was still hesitant in if Cillian would like it. She figured she would facetime him later when he was free and show him, and she can move it herself.

"All set, ma'am," The delivery man said, walking up to her with a clipboard. "Just need your signature here. Here's your receipt, your warranty, and bottom copy is yours for your records."

Zoe took the clipboard, went to sign and hesitated. The line she was supposed to sign on had CILLIAN MURPHY below it.

"Uh.. Should I..?" Zoe started, pointing at the line with her pen. Does she sign her name?

The delivery man looked over and smiled. "You can sign your name on his line, no worries. Happens all the time, we deal with a lot of assistants signing for their bosses."

Zoe signed, and handed the clipboard back before realizing what he said. "Oh, I'm not his assistant, I'm.. I'm his girlfriend," He said, voice drenched in doubt. That's what she was, right?

The delivery man took the clipboard from her and nodded. "My apologies. Let me know if you have any questions, have a good afternoon," He said, before grabbing his toolbox and walking out the door, followed by his 2 helpers.

Zoe followed them and closed the door behind them, locking it. The alarm guy was supposed to come by around 2pm, which left her a couple hours to herself in the house. She went to go get Scout; who was barricaded upstairs so he wouldn't bother the men putting together the furniture. He made a beeline for the living room, sniffing out the new couch. He promptly hopped on it and stretched out, which made Zoe laugh. She took out her phone to snap a pic. She promptly sent it to Cillian:

zoe: someone likes the new couch.

cill: Lucky bastard. Dog has the life. cill: I miss you. I wish you came with me. Zoe: I miss you too. how was your flight? Cill: It was fine. was gonna try and sleep but Hannah was talking my ear off about all the stuff coming up. Heading to hotel now to relax, have a read through later this afternoon, then i'm free. Start shooting tomorrow, i'll order room service and go over the script tonight. Zoe: can you squeeze in a call later on tonight? Cill: my entire night is based on squeezing in a call with you. Let me get settled and I'll touch base with you later. Zoe: :) sounds good. I'll talk to you later. Cill: Hey - Zoe: ? Cill: I love you. Zoe: :) I love you too.

She said it. She said it!

Didn't she? Technically, she did.

She put her phone away and plopped down next to Scout. She looked out over the sea of boxes, plastic, packing paper...just a mess. She looked over at Scout, who was fast asleep, and sighed yet again.

"Might as well be productive," She said to herself as she opened her Spotify and cranked up the volume.

about an hour later, the phone ran and interrupted Zoe's dance session in the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Cillian, but it was just her sister.

"Hello?" She said, putting it on speakerphone.

"oh hi, is this my sister? the one who was supposed to call me and her niece last night and the night before???" Jen yelled.

oh shit.

"Crap. i'm sorry Jen, I have so much happening -"

"What is going on with you?" Jen cut her off. "You used to call all the time to talk to Soph. Miss a day here and there, fine. but come on, man, don't tell her you're gonna call and then don't, because I'm the one who has to deal with her crying."

Double shit.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I feel like shit. I'm sorry. Is she around now?"

Jen sighed. "No, she's at ballet practice, I wanted her out of the house so she didn't hear me ripping you a new asshole"

"Give me a break, I have so much shit going on here I'm forgetting everything, it's not just you guys, I'm forgetting deadlines at work, I'm forgetting where I put stuff, it's like I have amnesia." Zoe snapped, wiping down the counter.

"What is going on?"

"I'm helping Cillian move into his new place while he's gone."

"Gone? Gone where?"

"He's filming. He bought a new house, I'm here and arranging the furniture deliveries and unpacking and shit."

"..Zoe.. why?"

"Jen... because I want to?"

"Zoe what's going on between you two? I thought this was a contract and it's done now so you guys are done."

"I know but.. we are still together. I don't want to talk about it." Zoe said, trying to shut it down. She could tell Jen was going in protective sister mode. It wasn't needed.

"Zoe, don't be blinded by anything. Be realistic-"

"Jen you don't get it. You dated the same guy since high school, can you please back off and let me be happy for once?" Zoe snapped.

"Fine. Fine. But just know if he hurts you I'm kicking his ass back to Ireland."

"I'll give you 10 bucks if you can point out Ireland on a map." Zoe laughed.

"I don't care. I'll use google maps."

Cillian put down his glass and looked for the bartender, hoping he would notice him. He desperately wanted to go upstairs, call Zoe, and go to sleep.

His plans were altered by Hannah. She wanted to grab some food at the hotel bar after the script readthrough to go over schedules. Cillian said he didn't understand since he already had the filming schedule, but apparently there was press that had to be done in between.

"I also have a dinner scheduled for you with Lizzie Hughes," Hannah said, downing the rest of her wine as she closed her planner. "It's scheduled for this Friday at 8pm."

Cillian gave her a look. "Sorry, who's that?"

"She's a new model for Versace. We just signed her as well, she's blowing up and she's in talks to be casted in the new Wicked movie."

Cillian was still confused. "Okay.. does she have a role in Peaky this season, or...?"

"No, no role."

Cillian was annoyed. "Okay, so what am I supposed to be doing with her over dinner?"

"I just thought it would be nice! Get you out there-"

"Get me out there? What are you talking about?"

Hannah spoke carefully. "You know, with the breakup, get you out there dating again."

"Hannah." Cillian spoke firmly. "We are not broken up. We are still together. In fact, I was supposed to call her, so if you'll excuse me," He said, getting up from his barstool.

"Cillian, you can't be serious about this girl. She's a nobody. She's not going to help your image -"

"Hannah," Cillian said, now angry, spinning around to face her. "She's not a nobody. She's Zoe. and I love her. I don't give a fuck about my image. If you have a problem with that, I told you -"

"I got it, I got it," Hannah said, internally rolling her eyes. "First call is tomorrow 8am. I'll come get you? I'll grab you some tea," She said, trying to change the subject.

Cillian stared at her, then just turned around and walked away. He was entirely too tired for this, and just wanted to go talk to Zoe. Well, he wanted to go home, but talking to Zoe was the next best thing if he couldn't go home to her.

Hannah watched Cillian get into the elevator with the doors closing behind him. She sighed and put her head in her hand, frustrated.

Hannah's goal was to have the most elite client list in the industry. She had a fantastic portfolio, managing the best of the best and churning out the juciest stories to the tabloids, wether they be fake/PR or not. She did what she had to do to push her clients to be the best they can be. In turn, it was more money in her pocket and more face recognition amongst her peers in the industry, earning her more respect.

Cillian dating a loser journalist was the complete opposite of what she needed him to do. Him dating her wasn't anything scandalous, but it was like an annoying mosquito that wouldn't go away, no matter how many times you swat at it. Hannah hated things getting in her way.

She hated annoyances and pests.

She definitely hated bugs. That's exactly what Zoe was to her, an annoying, pesty bug.

And what do you do with bugs?

You squash them. And that's exactly what Hannah planned to do.

tags: @lau219 @borntodiemp3 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo

[yourmomsawh0r3]

crossroads: chapter 2

javier pena x fem/ single mom reader

The morning sun streamed through the windows of their new home, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Y/N and Elle had been awake since 9 AM, grateful for the extra rest Elle had gotten by sleeping in. Elle's laughter filled the room as she danced to a song playing on the iPad. Y/N chuckled while flipping pancakes on the griddle.

"Do you want chocolate chips on your pancake?" Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter.

"Yes, pwease!" Elle said, still twirling to the music.

Just as Y/N plated the pancakes, the doorbell rang. Startled, she put down the plate and walked to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she sighed in relief when she saw the delivery people. Opening the door, she greeted them warmly.

"Hi, I’m Elle," her daughter chimed in, pushing her way between Y/N and the door. She flashed a toothless grin at the delivery guy.

"Hi there, Elle! I’m Harry," the delivery guy said, smiling back. "I’m here to deliver and build your furniture."

Y/N exhaled, grateful that she had signed up for the furniture assembly service. "Thank you so much," she said, stepping aside to let the delivery team in. She placed Elle in her portable high chair and set a pancake in front of her.

As Elle happily munched on her breakfast, Y/N directed the movers where to place the already assembled furniture. "Can I get you guys a water or anything?" she asked.

"That would be perfect," one of them replied.

After a few hours of work, the movers had finished setting up everything. Y/N thanked them profusely as they left, closing the door behind them.

"Alright, munchkin, we gotta go to Walmart. We need a TV, groceries, and some other things for the house," Y/N said, helping Elle put on her shoes. They grabbed Y/N's purse and headed to the car. She buckled Elle into her car seat and drove to Walmart.

On the way, Elle begged for a new toy. Y/N sighed, considering how well-behaved Elle had been recently. "Okay, you can have one toy, but nothing too expensive," she agreed.

At Walmart, Y/N placed Elle in the shopping cart and locked the car. They wandered through the aisles, filling the cart with groceries, home decor, and other necessities. At the checkout, Y/N asked the cashier to put the two TVs on hold and to help load them into her car. They finally checked out and headed home, with all the items they came for, including Elle's new toy.

Back at home, Y/N lugged the two TVs inside, setting one up in the living room and the other in the bedroom. She put away the groceries and decorated the house to make it feel like a home. Elle begged her mom to go play outside on the new playset the builders had assembled. Giving in, Y/N took her daughter outside and pushed her on the swing.

"Higher, Mommy!" Elle squealed with delight.

Y/N laughed and pushed her higher into the air. After an hour and a half in the summer heat, the sun began to set. "Alright, peanut, time to go inside. We gotta make dinner," she said, leading Elle back inside.

In the kitchen, Y/N stared at the cabinet, deciding on spaghetti for dinner. She set to work, preparing the meal while Elle played with her toys on the floor. As they sat down to eat, Y/N heard a car door shut outside. It must be her neighbor, she thought, but she ignored it and continued eating.

After dinner, she packaged some leftover spaghetti for her neighbor, thinking it would be a nice gesture. Meanwhile, next door, Javier Peña had just gotten home from a night shift. He noticed the "For Sale" sign was gone and an SUV was parked in the driveway. He stared at it for a moment, trying to remember where he had seen that car before. Shrugging it off, he went inside, hoping his new neighbors would be nicer than the last ones.

Cracking open a beer, Javier sighed as he stood in front of the empty fridge. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He walked over, ready to open it when he heard a small voice on the other side.

"Mommy, do you think they are home?" Elle asked.

Javier opened the door to see the woman and child he had helped the previous day with a flat tire. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

"Hey, Javier, right? The sheriff?" Y/N said, smiling. "Nice to see you again. We’re neighbors now. I made spaghetti for dinner and didn’t want the leftovers, so I figured why not share some with my neighbor?" she rambled, holding out a Tupperware container.

Javier grinned, finding her rambling endearing. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you," he said, taking the container. He crouched down to Elle's level. "And who might this be?" he asked.

Elle giggled. "Hi, mister! I’m Elle and I’m three," she said, holding up three fingers.

"It's nice to meet you, Elle," Javier said warmly. "Thank you for the spaghetti. It smells delicious."

Y/N smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "It was no problem at all. We just wanted to say hello."

"Well, I'm glad you did," Javier replied, standing up. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"We will," Y/N said, her smile growing wider. "Have a good evening, Javier."

"You too," he said, watching as Y/N and Elle walked back to their house. He felt a sense of hope for the first time in a while. Maybe having new neighbors wouldn't be so bad after all.

Back in their house, Y/N felt a sense of accomplishment. They were settling in, making connections, and building a new life. As she tucked Elle into bed that night, she whispered, "Sweet dreams, my love. Tomorrow is a new day."

Elle smiled sleepily. "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you."

"I love you too, peanut," Y/N said, kissing her forehead. She quietly left the room, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment. They were on the right path, and that was all that mattered.

Y/N got into her bedroom and started to unpack her things, methodically placing her belongings in the closet and drawers. She made her bed, smoothing out the sheets and fluffing the pillows, but her mind kept wandering to Javier. The image of him glistening in the sun, his strong muscles flexing as he fixed her tire, and his confident smile were etched into her memory. She could almost feel the warmth of his presence, and her thoughts began to stir something deep within her.

As she pulled back the covers, her heart raced. She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. The anticipation made her hands tremble slightly as she pushed aside her underwear. Her mind filled with images of Javier—his firm hands, his chiseled jaw, and the way his uniform hugged his body in all the right places.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting her fantasies take over. She imagined Javier leaning over her, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered in her ear. She turned on the vibrator, the gentle hum sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, she moved it against her slick folds, her body responding eagerly to the sensation.

Her thoughts intensified, picturing Javier’s hands exploring her body, his fingers tracing every curve. She imagined the feel of his lips on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her breathing quickened as the vibrator pulsed against her clit, her hips moving in rhythm with her fantasies.

In her mind, Javier’s voice was a low, seductive growl, telling her how much he wanted her, how beautiful she was. The thought of his strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer, made her moan softly. She increased the speed of the vibrator, the pleasure building inside her.

Y/N’s body arched off the bed as she imagined Javier thrusting into her, his body pressed firmly against hers. The fantasy was so vivid, she could almost feel his weight on top of her, the heat of his skin against hers. Her orgasm built rapidly, the sensation overwhelming as she envisioned Javier bringing her to the edge.

With a final thrust of the vibrator, she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, her mind still filled with images of Javier.

As she turned off the vibrator and set it aside, she smiled to herself. The thought of seeing him again, of maybe getting to know him better, filled her with a new sense of excitement. She pulled the covers over herself, feeling satisfied and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, next door, Javier had just finished his beer and was trying to unwind from his shift. He couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind the way she looked when he first saw her stranded on the side of the road, her grateful smile when he offered to help, and the way she rambled adorably when she brought him the spaghetti. His thoughts wandered to her curves and the spark in her eyes, sending a rush of heat through his body.

Unable to resist, he moved to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He lay down on his bed, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching for himself. As he stroked his growing erection, he imagined Y/N’s soft skin beneath his hands, her moans filling his ears. The fantasy grew more intense, picturing her writhing beneath him, her breathless whispers driving him wild.

Javier’s hand moved faster, his mind lost in the thought of being with Y/N. The pleasure built quickly, his body tensing as he imagined her calling his name, her body arching in ecstasy. With a deep groan, he came, the release leaving him breathless and spent.

As he lay there, recovering from his climax, a smile tugged at his lips. The thought of seeing Y/N again, of possibly exploring whatever this was between them, filled him with a sense of anticipation. Both of them, in their separate homes, drifted off to sleep, their thoughts intertwined with possibilities of what tomorrow might bring.

comment to be added to the taglist

Taglist: @wanniiieeee @sunnytuliptime

NEXT CHAPTER

[maryellencarter]

Will your walkable cities have guaranteed housing for all? Not just "we housed a thousand homeless people but there are 40,000 more waiting for space and nowhere to build", actual available housing.

Will they have safe parking to sleep in our cars without being harassed, and leave our cars at in the daytime to keep our stuff safe while we walk your walkable city?

Will they have plentiful benches, maybe even sheltered from the elements, and will we be allowed to sleep on them?

Will they have plentiful, safe, clean, well-stocked, 24/7 restrooms? Maybe even climate controlled? And will we be allowed to spend as long as we need to in them? Most homeless people have digestive issues because of our limited food access, if for no other reason.

Will they have free foot care clinics and mobility aids? We're already on our feet all day. It hurts. Many of us had mobility issues before becoming homeless.

Will you have free 24/7 transit for all, or will it be means tested, require residency, or have similar arbitrary limitations? How long will we be allowed to ride? Will there be easily accessible restrooms? Will it have posted maps at every stop, or will we have to use cellular data to find our way around? What measures will you take to prevent it becoming a superspreader system for Covid and other diseases?

(Actually, requiring a cellular or cable company to provide free public wifi as a substitute for part of their tax bill would be an interesting experiment. Or you could just make wifi a public utility. Still put up paper maps for transit though, we don't all have wifi capable devices or the ability to use them. Maybe even with Braille overlays on the plastic or something?)

If you're not allowing vehicles other than transit, what allowances are you making for grocery delivery, prepared food delivery (like Doordash type services), laundry service, diaper service, anything that doesn't require mobility-limited residents to use their steps? What's your plan for "I'm moving in or out of the walkable city and I need a moving truck for my furniture"?

How about "I'm buying groceries for two weeks for six hungry people and I can't carry it all home on the bus"? How about "My plumbing broke and the plumber needs his toolbox full of heavy tools and parts that *he* can't carry on the bus"? Will your buses/trains have luggage compartments, and how will the loading and unloading work with keeping a schedule?

[vodika-vibes]

I don't know, but a lazy afternoon with Fox would be amazing to think, especially after morning sex.

Lazy Afternoon

Summary: You and Fox spend the day together.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 845

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Fun fact, I started this yesterday, and then got super sick, and so I had to delete everything I wrote and rewrite it, because what I wrote yesterday was trash. Anyway, I'm feeling a little better today.

You’re in the hazy place between sleep and awake, cozy and warm and comfortable, with Fox’s fingers tracing random shapes on the back of your neck while you nap on him.

Today was supposed to be a productive day. There’s so much that needs to be done to make your house livable for Fox to move in with you, furniture needs to more moved, other furniture needs to be bought-

But when he showed up that morning to help you with the move, you didn’t really get anything done before you were pressed against a wall with his lips hot against yours.

To be fair, you didn’t actually go out of your way to stop him, either.

So the pair of you spent the whole morning in bed, relearning each other as though it was possible to forget what makes the other tick.

And now here you are, splayed out on the couch, with a quiet holo playing that you’re pretty sure that Fox is watching, while you just doze on him. 

You release a soft sigh and press your face against his chest, and his hand moves from the back of your neck to play with the ends of your hair, “Are you awake again, cyare?”

You hum in response, and shift slightly so you’re able to look up at him, a warm smile crossing your face when you see that his hair is still mussed up, “Did I sleep long?”

“Only about an hour. You seemed exhausted, so I was happy to let you sleep.” He shifts and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Hm, and whose fault is it that I’m exhausted, I wonder?” You tease with a small grin. 

“Couldn’t be me, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replies with a boyish grin. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” You say with a laugh. You take a moment to press your face against his chest again, allowing the scent of Fox, warm and comforting, to fill you, and then you place your hands on his chest, and push yourself up slightly.

Fox releases a huff, and snakes his arms tightly around you, tugging you back down to his chest, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was thinking you might like some food.”

He considers you for a moment, “I suppose I could eat,” He finally admits, “Are you going to cook for us?”

“I could, but I was thinking of grabbing my datapad and seeing if we could find delivery that would appeal to us both.”

“Lazy,”

“Guilty as charged.” You slide up just enough that you’re able to press a quick kiss against his lips, and then you squirm out of his embrace. Which you’re only able to do because he allows it.

When you return with your datapad, Fox is sitting up and you are more than happy to tuck yourself against his side when you sit back down. He takes your datapad and starts searching for food options, “What kind of food do you want, cyare?” He asks as he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“Hm…noodles.”

“That doesn’t really help, love.” Fox replies with a grin as he drops a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s see…oh, it looks like that restaurant you like has started a delivery service. We can get you your noodles and copious amounts of cheesy bread.”

You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, “My favorite. Is there anything there that you’ll eat?”

“I’m sure I can find something.” He scrolls a bit, and then places an order for himself, and then he enters your order. You take the datapad back to pay for the food, having memorized your credit chit number ages ago.

And then you toss the datapad onto the table and you snuggle close to Fox again, “There, food should be here within the hour.”

“And what should we do until then,” Fox asks, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“You’re insatiable.” You say with a huff.

“Mm. You’re addicting,” Fox slides you onto his lap, and pulls your head down so your forehead is pressed against his. “Can’t seem to get enough of you.”

You brush your thumb against his cheek, “Oh, the things you say-”

“I mean it. Every word.” Fox says, seriously, “You make me want to be a better version of myself.”

“Not sure how you’d improve on perfection, love.”

He chuckles and pulls you into a deep kiss. “I think you’re a little biased, mesh’la.”

“I’m allowed.” You reply as you kiss him again and again.

Fox releases a noise that could only be called a growl, “Careful, cyare. Keep that up and we’re going to end up back in the bedroom.”

You flash a slow smile, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

He groans, “Both. Neither. I don’t know.”

You laugh, and then yelp when he suddenly stands, “Fox!”

He grins at you as he carries you back into the bedroom. Looks like your lazy afternoon isn’t going to remain that way for long.

[bl-bracket]

Most Unhinged Round 1: Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) vs Nuan (Something in My Room)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Wei Wuxian: "unprompted he’s like “yeah I gave birth to this kid what about it” IN THE CENSORED VERSION. can’t legally kiss a man but can joke about getting pregnant I guess"

Nuan: "she was so crazy and over the top. she risked it all for like a guy who sucks. she was THE nosy neighbor/landlord of all time, showing up randomly in their house in the middle of the night during a ritual to be like hmm you need to do a different ritual here let me show you. she had cameras secretly set up in their house and just like dress up to watch Phat’s mom sleeping like it was a drama for some reason? she lost her mind over them rearranging the furniture in the house because she wanted to keep it the way that the shitty guy she was obsessed with had it even though like… he didn’t really care that much about it. she brought back her father’s spirit from the afterlife to bind to the house (not her house, the neighbor’s house mind you) and had him pretend to be a house guardian spirit and then insisted the new family moving in to give him daily food offerings which she immediately used as a way to promote her food offering delivery service."

[roxineedstosleep]

since bruharvey seems to be rising again (I've been a fan since 2014) id like to see a drabble with sugar baby/trophy husband bruce pls. preferably with baby batkids who adore harvey, just like bruce, and hate when he has to leave for work. even if harveys like, who's gonna spoil you little brats if I don't go

Harvey knows he shouldn't, not really. But he had actually managed to get through all his accumulated telework time and was obliged to go to his office for at least three weeks at a time… face-to-face.

It's not that he hated working from home, in fact, if he can feel pretentious, he likes working from there.

He loves having to just wear his coats and shirt, because he can wear his pyjama bottoms and be comfortable there for the hours he works.

He finishes as early as possible and then spends time with his husband and all their beautiful children.

But the pandemic is definitely over now, and he himself can't deny that going back to the office gives a different touch to his work. Not to mention that there are meetings that are better handled in person. Even more so if his gorgeous husband refuses to attend his own company's meetings and it's up to him to ask the Wayne Corp representative what to do and what not to do.

But Harvey is getting sidetracked.

What was important now was the following.

Harvey is an adult, an adult with his own money… and traditionally speaking (within 50's thinking, of course) he is the man of the house.

And as such, he shouldn't have to hide in order to leave for work and be on time, right? Right? Right?

…. Well, he doesn't.

Harvey now finds himself in a terribly incriminating position. He's about to leave the mansion, he only has to take 5 more steps if he wants to get to his office in time and in 30 minutes he can get on with the work he needs to do.

The impediment?

Well, it depends a bit on everyone in the mansion.

If his husband, first of all, doesn't want to monopolise him like an octopus. When he has to take advantage of the fact that his husband is still half asleep, he manages to escape by giving him cuddles and kisses all over his face. After that, he has to make sure that his husband is nice and warm between the sheets.

Then along comes his first child, Dick. Who won't hesitate to hang on to him like a little monkey, trying to show him how he does the pirouettes and jumps all over the furniture in the place, and then call Jason. Jumping like a kangaroo on his little brother's cot bed.

Jason, who is not really a morning child, would be crying inconsolably because Dick would throw himself on him in his cot-bed. (That's when he takes advantage of the fact that Bruce isn't a morning person either and makes his second son into a teddy bear so they can both fall asleep together).

Now that Jason and Bruce are out of the waking zone, he takes advantage of the fact that Dick is still a little jealous of his younger brother and, by the way, casually mentions that Bruce still has his other arm free. Which will quickly make his eldest son go and want to hog his sleeping father.

One husband, and two sons away.

He must take care of his other 2 children.

Tim, his little Timbo. With him it's a bit curious, the infant wakes up almost at the same time as him and only goes to sleep when he is back home. Basically, screwing up his sleep schedule. So, what Harvey has to do every day is simply leave the mansion in his pyjamas, because when Tim notices from his cot that he's still wearing pyjamas, it gives him the feeling that he's just hanging around the mansion before he goes back to Bruce in his bedroom.

Does it work? Most of the time, he just thanks the newspaper service endlessly, who seem to read his need and call to tell him that "there was a delivery failure". Nothing crazy.

"Dad's just going to pick up the paper Timbers, why don't you see if Damian isn't bothered by your big brother? You know how upset he gets if he's woken up before breakfast."

And now… for Harvey's biggest challenge… his only missing son.

Damian. The barely one-year-old baby.

Damian, to his and his husband's misfortune… was like Coraline's evil kitten.

He used to show up whenever and wherever you least expected him to. It doesn't matter if he has the monitor on, or if they put a little balloon on his custom-made onesies, when you least expect it Damian will be there crawling around or demanding (not asking for) total devotion.

He loves all his children equally, but Damian seems to have quickly outgrown the Baba Bruce stage and is now terribly obsessed with being pampered and cared for exclusively by him.

And therein lies the detail. Damian is learning to walk in a running manner. And that has made him unstoppable. So now he finds himself in that awkward situation.

Before, when he got past Tim, Harvey could run up the driveway and go to work. Now? No way.

Because along comes Tim, now awake for good, carrying an annoyed Damian… both of them looking at him with their big baby eyes, waiting to see if he's really going to walk out the door.

It is in a difficult situation. If Damian starts crying, Tim will cry out of sympathy. Which will make Jason wake up and cry because they won't let him sleep.

Which will allow Dick to wake up trying to calm his other brother down, but knowing him that will lead to Bruce waking up and making all his kids and his husband also notice he's going to work.

His briefcase from the office is already on the trolley, his suit and freshly pressed tie are there too. Everything was ready.

"Baba"

Oh Fuck.

"Baba, bed, baba bed."

"Oh habibi, you know you should be in your cot, it's not time for breakfast" he still has time, he woke up extremely early today, and the office is not due for another hour. He can get Damian to sleep and get Tim to join him.

"Baba No!" and Damina's crying was what caused the chaos.

Tim quickly began to cry and demand to be held too. And though he tried, even daring to give them that terrible binky he was so insistent on taking away, he had already wasted too much time.

His husband, his beautiful husband, was now coming into his sight. Bruce was clearly upset holding a sobbing Jason, and another clearly upset Richard.

"Where do you think you're going?" she hears Bruce ask, "I thought you were staying all day."

"I got a call and something happened at the office, I need to check it out."

"Going in your pyjamas? How urgent is it?"

"Yes, it is."

"But daddy always goes out in his pajamas daddy" says Tim... and well, if Harvey survives this moment, he might consider cutting Tim out of his will... or not buying him anything on his next trip to Disney. The point is that Tim has really left him in his grave.

He knows he'll regret it if he doesn't get out in time. But, if he wins at least 4 cases today, maybe, maybe Bruce and the kids will forgive him for what he's about to do. He'll make it up to them later.

"Honey, I adore you with all my being, but I really must get to the office" and before Bruce can even say anything, he quickly leaves Damian and Tim in his arms and runs the few steps he has to the front door. He starts the car like a fiend and gets to his office as soon as possible.

Bruce threatened to divorce him for leaving him and the kids? Yep.

Did he calm down when I tried to explain to him that spoiling them meant having to go to work a couple of days at the office? Not at all, he even threatened him and the whole office to be bought out by Wayne Corp.

Did he calm down when he promised them a compensatory family day at Disney Paris when he finishes his days in the office? Maybe a little.

Did he definitely calm down when he told them they could have a romantic dinner at that new restaurant in the historic city centre? Yep. That's when he did calm down.

Although, Harvey couldn't say no when his husband and kids showed up at noon, demanding to spend their lunch with him.

[ughigottaheadache]

Once again reffing this post

This is a list of jobs/hobbies I could see Tommy doing

(This was copy pasted from my notes so forewarning on formatting, I will be editing these as I make this post) I wrote these while brainstorming the story ideas and how I could use Tommy’s job to add to the theming or plot.

Delivery man (canon)

Packager

Shelf stocker

Car detailer (car reseller? Mechanic??)

Electrician

Furniture/appliance restorationist

Book maker (hand making and binding books) (hobby more like)

Tiler/mosaicist

Plumber

Pool cleaner

House cleaner

Janitor

Dog walker

Carer for Martin Preston (canon)

Researcher (would have to work at a slower pace bc tech can break)

Editor (as said above, would have to work slower)

Factory assembly line worker (canon)

Receptionist (as said above, slower.)

Assistant

On call handyman (extension of electrician plumber pool cleaner)

Baker (bakes food in early shift and gets food out at record times)

Food service (waiter, food assembler)

Sous chef

Search and rescue (urban and rural)

Macrame item maker? (I got rlly into watching macrame videos, and hey, it’s smth tactile to do I could see him liking) (also more a hobby)

Card making/scrap booking (hobby)

Dishwasher

From here it’s jobs he can more easily do with the constraint of looking after Martin, as is obvious with how it starts out:

Things that he can do late and night, or super early while Preston would be asleep

Shelf stocker

Janitor

Prep/opening shift baker

24 hr night shift fast food

Packager

Delivery man

Early morning dog walker?

Researcher

Editor

Macrame artist/maker

Dishwasher

{this all truly was balls to the walls ideas that were on the top of my head but I genuinely see Tommy as someone who has great work ethic when he stops playing the goofy guy, especially when he has people depending on him. Feel free to comment any of your ideas bc this fic idea is still very much in zygote territory, lol.}

(Edit on 25 august: what if, to keep him in the hero sphere but also delivery guy sphere, should he be an organ transporter? Like, he could run critically necessary blood and organs to hospitals to save ppl? Being a speedster is probably perfect for that job. I’m sure there are quite a few qualifications that he’s need to go thru to be able to do it but if he did it under a his Speed persona only it could work?)

[sketch-pencilpoint]

Little robots: the little city

S1 E3: the little city part 3

Summary: Now in haybaile, the other robots have a lot to do and learn if they want to live in this little city. Not to mention, new lifestyle changes, new homes (aside from the ones they took with them) and even building careers.

*it took a while, but eventually, all of the little robots were now in the small town of haybaile. Tiny was so excited to show all of his friends this exciting new place. As gadget takes noted on who wants what transported (if they decide to stay, that is), tiny begins to act as a tour guide for the other little robots. It took until sundown, but eventually, even stretchy was convinced. They were going to move to haybaile to see what this new life would bring. Of course, there's a few things they would need to know first. So once they robots get settled into their temporary homes, tiny gets to teaching

Tiny: So! The first thing you need to know is how to read! Here they have written communication to help convey information and to send messages at long distances with ease.

*sporty raises his hand

Tiny: Sporty?

Sporty: How do they do that?

Tiny: they have these things called 'phones' and this thing called the 'internet'. These phones can be used to send either audio calls or written texts and messages to communicate information easily.

Everyone: *murmers and chatter about how ingenious that is*

Tiny: and as you can see *he flips his board, now showing diagrams of currency and how it/jobs work* here they also have this thing called 'bot coin'. It's used to get things and services like help building things

*Once again, everyone mutters in wonder over the amazing advances of these robots

*Meanwhile, Gadget and some of the other residents in haybaile are busy moving the desired belongings of the little robots. In order, tiny (and to an extent messy) spoke with the mayor, and the nut and bolt tree will replace the broken statue in the middle of town. Sporty only wanted his sports equipment kept, alongside his hoop, trampoline, and treadmill. Stretchy predictably wanted his junk and junk shoot moved (they found a way to ensure it still gave him regular deliveries). Rusty only wanted her furniture and decor. Stripey decided to keep only his garden and all of his flowers. Noisy at first wanted to only move her instruments, but when she really wanted to keep her plinky plonky stairs, she just had the whole house moved. Spotty, similarly, had her whole house moved. If she didn't have to have her first lesson in literacy, she would have supervised. Scary wanted to move his props, costumes, mirror and, his pride and joy, the ghost train. And the sparkies only were able to keep their roller planks and roll alongs. Plus, the sparky mobiles. All this while our little robots were learning how to read.

*a few days later

*now that the robots have settled in, a lot has happened. Let's start with tiny and make our way from there. Once settled, tiny began wondering what kind of job he'd pursue. That's when gadget comes over to his new home.

Gadget: hey tiny. You have a minute

Tiny: of course! What's the problem

Gadget: no problem... but the mayor wanted me to give you this

*he hands over a piece of paper. Despite only being here for a few days, tiny is already literate (to an extent)

Tiny: this... is an invitation to medical school...

Gadget: Yeah. Lightbot spoke to your friends and learnt that you fixed them when they broke, so he decided to offer for you to train to get an official medical licence. You see... we have a lack of a proper doctor at our local medical centre. Plus, the nearest hospital is a long way away for those who need some quick but not complicated fixes. So he wanted to know if you wanted to go to med school and become our new doctor.

Tiny: I'd... be honoured

*Meanwhile, noisy is being... herself. As she belts with all of her heart, she fails to notice that the crowd around her are just... annoyed at her racket. If you couldn't guess, she's singing her very noisy song. Still, she remains unaware, for now. But this scene will be important for later.

* Back to a more quiet area, we go to the diner. Run by a robot known as Mr. Diner. It's unknown if that was a coincidence, or he renamed himself when he wanted to run the diner. Never the less, rusty walks through the doors of this place. As it happened, diner himself was visiting as he often does, this time to see his daughter, who worked there. As for her motivation, she was only looking. But instead

Diner: and who might you be?

Rusty (letting out some steam in surprise): o..oh! I'm... Rusty.. I'm new here and was, um, looking around.

Diner: well, you certainly are a new face. Say, you wouldn't happen to be looking for a job would you?

Rusty: oh, not exactly, but it would be nice.

Diner: Well, how about you come work here! A pretty face like yours would be great here. And at the very least it will be some good experience.

Rusty: you... would hire.. me? Oh I'd be honoured, sir!

Diner: Great. Meet me here tomorrow at 9 am sharp, and we can start your training to see if you'd do well here.

* Again, we move to someone else. This time stretchy. If you recall, haybaile has a large, mostly unused scrapyard. As you could expect, stretchy, with some advice and encouragement from the mayor, is opening a workshop and scrap selling/trading unit. Of course, however, spotty has to roll in as he's trying to build up one of the main walls.

Spotty (spends a second dusting herself before speaking): stretchy! How good to run into..

Stretchy: Spotty, I'll be blunt, I have not moved from this area in an hour. You came up to me.

Spotty (now flustered): So.. so what if I did. I.. I.. oh, I just wanted to see you. I was.. I was visiting everyone to see how they were doing, yes.

Stretchy: Are you now? Well can't you see I'm trying to work on my soon to be shop?

Spotty: so you are. You are a clever bot aren't you?

Stretchy (with a hint of suspicion): I am... don't you have someone else to bother?

Spotty (taken aback) well I.. no I.. you're the last robot that was on my list, yes. So you were the last of my friends I had visited.

*stretchy groans. He's not falling for whatever spotty is trying to accomplish. But as she dribbles on and he continues building, he can't help but wonder what those motivations are.

*that evening

As the sun slowly set, something tiny was now getting used to, he and messy sit in front of the new resting place of the nut and bolt tree. Despite everything, he still loved his old home. He and his friends had worked together to make it. They have lived there for so long, it feels weird to have left. But in the end, this place is better. Right..

* Gadget notices tiny sitting with his dog messy, and even he can tell that tiny is upset. There are no words to be said, though. All he does is sit down on the other side of tiny, to offer his support. This continues. First rusty, who at first wanted to tell tiny about her job offer. Then sporty, who was following rusty to ask for some advice on getting a job. Then scary, who wanted tiny to help convince the mayor to let him keep his ghost train. Then noisy, who was only walking by but decided to join her friends. Then the sparkies, who wanted tinys help fixing their roll alongs. Then stripy, who was having a nice walk. Even mayor lightbot, who was looking for gadget but found this more important. Then spotty. But before she reached tiny, she noticed stretchy rolling towards the crowd of his friends. Being spotty, she assumes he wants to see her, so she waddles up to him

Spotty: Oh, stretchy, look. All of our friends are huddled up together. How about we go for a little walk together to take our minds of things, hm?

* At this point, stretchy was annoyed. He wanted to join his friends. He could tell what they were doing at this point. So he decided to do something. Something that ruined the illusion that this series is for the same demographic. A single action that causes this thing to become only for adults. Better here than now. What he did was say a simple phrase towards his least favourite robot before joining all of the others. And this was...

Stretchy: fuck off, spotty

[strawwritesfic]

Thor Odinson x Pregnant!Female!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 7]

Summary: You never imagined that shadow of death would be quite so dark.  

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive – Bonus Three – Rape Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (rape (not written out in detail, but the first chapter goes up to the event and the rest of the chapters deal with the fallout); assault and battery; abusive relationship; stalking; pregnancy resulting from rape; victim blaming insinuations from various characters; discussion of abortion; references to depression; references to rape kits; references to law procedures; references to restraining orders, some foul language; not Infinity War compliant; not Thor Ragnarok compliant; set post-Ant-Man and the Wasp; Hope & Reader friendship; the Pyms as Reader’s second family)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Thor is not the character involved in any of the awful things warned about above. Additionally, if there is anything you’d like me to add to the tag list, please let me know!

Pairings: Thor/Female!Reader; Scott/Hope; Hank/Janet; past!Male!OC/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 7: Surprise!

Night had fallen by the time you reentered your house after what seemed to be an endless day. Only the streetlamp on the distant sidewalk illuminated the ghostly shapes of sheet-covered furniture in your living room and the neat stacks of boxes that sat every few feet along your route. You did not bother to flick on an overhead light to illuminate the winding path. None were needed; the sound of conversation and the warm glow issuing from the one occupied room in your house sufficed to guide you safely to the kitchen.

"Sustenance has arrived!" Thor boomed as he followed you through the open door.

What had once been the most terrifying place in the world to you no longer had any room at all to contain fear. The dining room table had been pulled to the center of the tile, but even that could not contain all the people inside. Your usual four chairs couldn't either. Some people stood as a result. Some had pulled in chairs from other rooms. Everyone was there, however: Hank, Janet, Hope, Scott, and Cassie looked up at your arrival. The first rose to pull some of the pizza boxes from Thor's arms.

"It's about damn time," Hank grumped as he placed them on the counter by the sink and pulled one open. "The doorbell rang twenty minutes ago. We'll be lucky if anything's still warm."

"They still have a working oven if we need it, dear," Janet said.

"And if we do, I offer my apologies," said Thor, placing the remaining boxes near the oven. "The delivery man is an Avengers fan. [Name] and I had to convince him to take money in exchange for his goods and services."

"Wait. You're telling me people give you guys free stuff?" asked Scott.

"They often try. Of course, it is improper for heroes such as ourselves to accept such lavish gifts."

"Wow."

Scott's awed tone caused Hope to roll her eyes at you behind his back. You couldn't exactly blame her. Thor could easily afford to reject free food from his admirers when it wasn't his money being spent. He probably didn't even know what an American twenty-dollar bill looked like. Since the last thing you wanted was to get Hank started on a rant about Tony Stark's refusal to pay Avengers like employees, though, you kept your mouth shut and joined the line for dinner.

A tickling at your side made you look up. Now Hope stood right next to you.

"Just how many pictures did he insist on before he left?" she asked, voice low enough to go unheard above Hank and Thor's continued quarrel.

"Too many," you said tiredly.

"Poor thing. Your ankles must be killing you."

"They're not feeling great."

She took you by the shoulders and forcibly turned you toward the table. "Go sit down. I'll bring your food over."

You couldn't muster up any energy to argue with her. Bobbing up and down like a half-deflated balloon, you dragged your swollen body over to one of the now-empty kitchen chairs. There you collapsed, grateful to have just a moment to rest. Packing up your entire house in one day would have been a tall order when you weren’t in your final trimester—not that any of your friends had let you do much of anything since you were. How you could be so exhausted after so little work, you had no idea. And yet you were that exhausted. Somehow you must have fallen asleep in the midst of all the commotion. A hand on your shoulder had you starting awake only a few minutes later.

“It’s just me,” said Hope. “I brought you some food.”

In fact, she had. She slid a plate with three slices of your favorite pizza in front of you. Forgetting that you’d hardly done anything that day demanding that level of caloric intake, you snatched up the first slice and stuffed half of it in your mouth before Hope could sit down next to you. “I’m glad to see you’ve still got your appetite after everything that’s been going on,” she said.

“Indeed! My [Name] must keep her strength up for her upcoming labor!”

Thor sat down on your other side just in time to put his own two cents into the conversation. His own plate overflowed with pizza. He must have had the equivalent of at least one entire pie stacked there. Well, you’d ordered as much as you had partially because you knew how much food Thor could put away. You also knew he’d try to get you to eat some of it as well. When the doctor said you were eating for two, Thor took that comment seriously—and Asgardian babies, apparently, needed a lot of sustenance.

Cassie trotted over to one of the vacant chairs. As soon as she spotted Thor’s mountain of food, her eyes grew huge. “Woah! Is that how you became so mighty? If I eat that much pizza, will I be mighty, too?”

“You’ll probably get pretty big, Peanut,” her father said as he, too, joined your group at the table. “But I don’t think pizza will make you strong.”

“Pizza is not the necessary ingredient, little one! I am sure you already mighty for your size. If you keep working, one day you could even be worthy enough to pick up my hammer.” Thor gestured at the nearby corner. There sat Mjolnir, safely out of the way of anyone’s path.

Her eyes went even wider. “But pizza won’t make me less worthy?” “Eat as much pizza as your heart desires. Why, I eat pizza regularly and remain worthy to this day!”

Cassie grinned. Then she dove into her own meal. You noticed, however, that she kept watching Thor, and seemed to be doing her best to keep up with him as he ate.

For a little while, no one spoke. The entire group focused more on eating than on talking. It had been a long, busy day. You didn’t appreciate this moment of respite as much at the first. All the quiet served to remind you that this sort of gathering would never happen again, or at least if it did, it wouldn’t be the same. All of a sudden, you weren’t ready to face that. Every person you cared about sat in your kitchen that night. In a few days’ time, you’d be eating your meals with Thor’s friends, who, while undoubtedly good people, weren’t your friends. Only now had it really occurred to you that in leaving this house, you weren’t only giving up your beloved gardens and a job you didn’t care for much to begin with.

“Hey, [Name],” Cassie’s voice interrupted your gloomy thoughts. “You’ll be back for my soccer finals, right? We just made the playoffs yesterday!”

Hope didn’t give you a chance to answer yourself. She took Cassie’s nearest hand in hers and said, “It’s going to be hard for [Name] to travel until she has the baby.”

Cassie looked at you, crestfallen. “But you’re traveling to New York this weekend.”

“That sort of travel can’t be helped,” said Hope.

“If I can be there for your tournament, I will,” you assured Cassie, then added at Hope’s stern look, “I’ve been assured that the Bifrost is perfectly safe for unborn babies. As long as I’m not actually in labor when I use it, I should be fine.”

“So long as Kevin does not attempt to attend the event as well,” Thor said.

Hank, standing over by the sink with his wife, snorted. “Trust me. If that jackass dares to get anywhere within my line of sight, he’ll regret it.”

“Thank you, Dr. Pym.”

The sincerity in Thor’s voiced only made Hank shrug awkwardly. He wouldn’t meet Thor’s eyes or yours.

Janet stroked his shoulder. “You’re going to miss, [Name], aren’t you? We’re all going to.” She looked over at you. “You’re part of the family.”

Those words were like a dagger to your heart. Tears filled your eyes as you slowly rose to your aching feet and made your way over to where she and Hank stood. Still avoiding looking directly at you, the latter removed his glasses and sniffed. Another jolt in your stomach accompanied your realization that Hank’s eyes were wet, too.

“Hank, I’ll be back,” you said.

“Sure you will. That’s why you’re moving all the way across the country.”

“I’m moving all the way across the country because of Kevin.”

“No, you’re moving to be with the Avengers. You don’t trust us to keep you safe.”

You could have laughed at that, had there not been a gigantic, Thor-sized frog in your throat. “Hank, you’re retired. You’ve just got Janet and Hope back. I don’t want you wasting your time keeping me safe when there’s an AI in New York that can make sure I never see Kevin again.”

“She’s right, darling,” said Janet. “And you’ll come visit us, won’t you, [Name]? After all the dust has settled?”

“Of course I will. Janet’s right, Hank. You all are my family. And this little guy is going to want to see his grandparents.”

Through you fully anticipated a pause after this announcement, you had not expected it to be quite so long and thorough. Every single mouth in the room gaped at you—except for Thor’s, obviously. He’d known you were going to tell everyone about your plans this evening from the beginning.

“Grandparents?” Hank croaked.

“That’s right. Thor and I went to see the doctor this week for an ultrasound. I’m having a boy. We’ve decided to keep him and raise him as ours.”

“Kevin,” Thor said, “will have nothing to do with the baby. That is also one of the reasons for our moving. Though [Name] prevailed in obtaining protection from the court, that protection is only a piece of paper. We want to ensure the child will never have contact with Kevin.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, [Name]! Congratulations!” Janet threw her arms around you.

Hank still seemed too stunned to speak. In the vacuum of his shock, Scott, Hope, and Cassie came over to the sink as well to offer congratulations and hugs.

“I was hoping you’d be his godmother,” you told Hope when she released you.

She didn’t answer. Her eyes flooded with tears to match your own, and then she swept you up in another hug even longer than the last. This embrace only came to an end when Cassie said:

“Does this mean I’m getting a baby brother?”

Hope laughed wetly before turning to the little girl. “Not quite.”

“More like a baby cousin,” said Scott.

“Can I teach him how to play soccer?” Cassie asked.

“Once he’s old enough,” you answered.

“When’s that?”

You opened your mouth to tell not for a few years at least (no matter what Thor might say to the contrary) when Hank straightened and took a step in your direction.

Hope let you go.

“[Name],” Hank began.

He didn’t need to finish. Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wrapped your arms around him, paused, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Hank,” you said as you let go of him.

“Harrumph,” he replied. “I’ll never forgive Kevin for what he did to you. But if you’re willing to move on and make the best of a bad situation, well, so am I.” Then he smiled. “You better bring that kid to see me all the time. Don’t you go letting Tony Stark fill his head with the wrong ideas.”

“I promise.”

You and Hank might have continued to smile tearfully at one another for another twenty minutes—or at least until you couldn’t bear standing up any longer—had Janet not suddenly squealed:

“Group hug! Group hug!”

“Wha—”

Too late! Janet interrupted Hank’s protest by way of squishing him between you and herself. Then Hope joined in, followed by Scott, then Cassie, and finally Thor, who practically lifted the whole group into the air together in his enthusiasm to participate.

“Would you kindly put me down?” Hank snapped.

Everyone laughed. Thor obliged as far as placing Hank’s feet back on the ground, but he didn’t let him go.

Warm and held at the very center of the throng, you felt only happiness and relief. No one hated you for your decision to keep the baby. Kevin would never bother you again. And most importantly of all: You weren’t really giving up anything in leaving San Francisco. All you were doing was gaining more time with Thor, and perhaps a few new friends along the way. Heaven knew you’d need a lot to get through the coming years. Fortunately, you knew the Pyms would always be there for you, and Scott and Cassie, no matter how much Thor or Tony Stark they had to endure.

[interiordesign247]

I will do virtual staging, virtual furniture, virtual renovation

Hi Friend.

My name is Thanh. I've had experience for 3D Visualization OVER 5 years. I will add Virtual Furniture in the image, which is a proven selling plus for Real Estate Agents. If you want to arrange furniture in your house or apartment, I create Virtual Furniture for such purposes. 

>>>Send your message to me<<<

I supply the following services:

1. Virtual Staging : Add new furniture to empty rooms

2. Renovation: I change wall, floor,...and remove the existing furniture and then add new furniture for rooms

I have been working clients who come from England, US, New Zealand, Switzerland, Canada,...

I am always feeling that "CUSTOMER SATISFACTION IS THE MOST IMPORTANT"

>>>Send your message to me<<<

Why do you choose my service?

1. Reasonable price

2. Fast turnaround and delivery on time 

3. I create the photorealistic and beautiful photos to help you increase the value of your properties

4. I Have huge virtual furniture library to add your rooms

5. I am familiar with a lot of styles of interior design.

>>>Send your message to me<<<

Kindly regards,

[myhauntedsalem]

The Haunted Mortuary New Orleans

In New Orleans, graveyards makes a perfect back drop for a haunted attraction. However, The Haunted Mortuary is a bit more special than most. This attraction is set up in an actual haunted mansion. The massive three-story building was constructed in 1872 by Mary Slattery.

Her intentions was to build a home for generations of her family. Mary and her husband John had six children. Family friends Mr. and Mrs. John Kane also lived with the Slatterys. In October 1905, the house was sold to Mrs. Marie Lafontear and William Klein who maintained it until May 15, 1923. Then, it was purchased on behalf of PJ McMahon in 1928 as the future site of a grand funeral home called PJ McMahon and Sons. In 1959, an ambitious building project was launched adding a specially designed elevator, a rear garage for the discrete delivery of the dead, additional viewing rooms and offices. At its height, the building featured amenities found in only the nicest of mansions such as smoking parlors for the men, private bedrooms and apartments with separate baths for the bereaved, maid service, an on-site cook, dining facilities, chaise lounges for the ladies in their private bathrooms and private drawing rooms. The purpose was to mimic the comforts of home and rivaled all but a few of the grandest of residences of New Orleans.

PJ McMahon and Sons was a full-service funeral home. There was an autopsy room and an embalming room as well as a crematorium onsite, cold storage for the dead, casket storage, casket sales and a flower sales facility. The property was designed to anticipate and take care of every aspect of the funeral business. PJ McMahon and Sons was massively successful, performing an estimated twenty thousand funerals. On April 29th 1985, PJ McMahon and Sons merged with the Security Industrial Funeral Home Corporation. The building transferred owners a few times over the years. On March 23, 2004, EHN2 Holdings, also known as Neil Corporation which owns Aveda’s Spas purchased the mansion.

Neil Corp’s goal was to turn the ornate funeral home into a Day Spa Academy. They gutted the property due to its poor condition and the hazardous materials throughout the building. Almost everything was removed. All that was left was the wood framing, doors and the staircases of the building. In this process, the CEO of Neil Corp died by somewhat mysterious circumstances and their board decided to discontinue the project. The gutted building was listed for sale in 2004, remaining empty and abandoned for three years. During this period, Hurricane Katrina swept through in 2005. The mansion survived the storm due to being located on high ground. In July 2007, Jeff Borne, the owner of PSX Audio/Video Technologies purchased it, turning the house in to the Mortuary Haunted House that it is today.

The many souls who passed through PJ McMahon and Sons Funeral Home may never have left. A woman in white has been seen on the top floor crying for her long dead husband. A tall well-dressed man is said to appear whenever someone is disrespecting the cemeteries that surround the property. Two rambunctious ghost children, a boy and girl, have been known to play pranks on visitors. A former mortician is often seen in the basement continuing his bloody work beyond the grave. Other activity includes, footsteps, whispers, furniture moving on its own, and poltergeist activity.