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theostrophywife · 1 year

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stargazing.

i can feel your heart beatin' with mine underneath the stars lookin' for a sign glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines started with a spark now we're on fire

author's note: you already know the drill. i am a hoe for mutual pining between two idiot best friends who are so obviously in love. this one actually gave me chest pains and you'll see why.

song inspiration: stargazing by the neighbourhood.

The City of Starlight lived up to its name as the stars glittered over the horizon.

A cluster of constellations twinkled directly above the spot you had picked—a grassy knoll by the mouth of the Sidra River, which now lapped against the shore with its sapphire waves. It was by far your favorite place for stargazing because it was distant enough from the noise and excitement of Velaris, sandwiched between the colorful townhouses and the peaks of the misty mountains, allowing you the chance to fully appreciate the starkissed night.

You placed a hand on your hip as your best friend climbed the hillside, his strides graceful and effortless, reaching the clearing without breaking a sweat, which was more than what you could say for yourself.

“You know, I’m perfectly capable of carrying a picnic basket up this hill.”

Azriel raised a brow, the Illyrian warrior utterly unconvinced by your statement. “I’m aware, but I also want to eat sometime before midnight and with the way you’re going, the food will spoil before we even get a chance to taste it.”

You huffed in feigned offense and crossed your arms. “Not everyone has the privilege of being ridiculously tall. I mean, have you seen yourself? I get that you’re a brooding warrior and all, but anything above six feet is a little overkill, don’t you think?”

The shadowsinger chuckled, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. “My height is perfectly normal. It’s not my fault that you’re practically bite sized.”

You frowned, sticking your tongue out at him. “Come a little closer and we’ll see who’s biting into who.”

“I’m shaking in my leathers.”

Azriel rolled his eyes fondly and shrugged the knapsack off his shoulders before tossing it over to you. The bag containing your favorite blanket and a pair of pillows had derailed your journey for at least ten minutes because your stubborn friend refused to let you carry anything. In the end, you had bullied Azriel into allowing you to lug your own sketchbook and coloured pencils up the damned hill.

It was an admirable feat given that the shadowsinger was almost as unrelenting as you. Luckily, you could always rely on your secret weapon. A slight pout and puppy dog eyes and Azriel was practically putty in your hands. Needless to say, you weren’t above exploiting his soft spot for you to get what you wanted.

Mostly because you loved the fact that he could never say no to you.

"You're absolutely insufferable, shadowsinger."

“Big words for such a small female,” Azriel drawled as you arranged the blanket on the grass. “Careful with the wind, we wouldn’t want it to blow you away.”

You snorted in response, shooting a vulgar gesture over your shoulder. The shadowsinger snickered as you tossed the pillows onto the blanket, putting the finishing touches to your makeshift haven for the night. Azriel plopped onto the ground, stretching his long legs out on the gingham fabric. The moonlight hugged his winged figure, silver beams kissing his devastatingly handsome face.

For a second, you felt jealous of the moon.

While Azriel settled in, you started unpacking the picnic basket. Stored within was an abundance of cheese, fruits, meats, and crackers that you'd nicked from the House of Wind, along with fizzy seltzers that were spiked with wine. You fixed Azriel a plate and handed it over to him. He uncorked the seltzers and clinked his glass against yours with a wink. The two of you dug right in, stuffing yourselves full and getting slightly buzzed from the drinks.

Azriel propped himself up on his elbows, his features contorted with intense concentration as he watched you toss a grape into the air. He tried to catch it with his mouth, but it hit his nose instead, making you burst out into uncontrollable laughter. The shadowsinger looked utterly confused for a split second before his eyes narrowed in your direction. His gaze darted to the hand you were currently hiding behind your back.

“You’re cheating,” he said with a pout.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently. Behind you, your hand glowed scarlet from the use of your magic. “Maybe you just have terrible aim.”

“Show me your hands, then.”

“No one likes a sore loser, Az.”

Your friend pounced on you, nearly knocking your drinks over as he dug his fingers into your side. You gasped for breath in between high pitched giggles and smacked Azriel’s arm as he mercilessly tickled you. Shadows curled around you like smoke as though they were summoned by the sound of your laughter.

“You’re going to crush the cupcakes!” you exclaimed, wriggling away from the shadowsinger.

His dark head perked up at that. If there was anything you knew about your friend, it was that he had an insatiable sweet tooth. You swatted his hand away and pulled out the cupcakes you’d been saving for dessert.

Azriel eyed it warily. “It looks a little…deflated.”

You frowned, examining the less than fluffy cupcake. “Elain was teaching me how to make them, but then Lucien walked by shirtless and covered in sweat. They disappeared for a suspicious amount of time, so really I can’t be blamed if they turned out awful.”

Your friend chuckled and raised his cupcake to yours, clinking them together in a mock cheer. “Bottoms up, then.”

The second you bit into the cupcake, your face soured. Azriel wore a similar expression, grimacing at the taste.

“It’s interesting.”

“It tastes like shit, Az.”

Azriel snorted, patting you on the head. “It’s alright. You tried your best, bug.”

You flicked his hand away with a glare. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“But it’s so fitting. You’re cute and small like a lady bug.” You rolled your eyes in response. “Would you prefer something else? Bee? Hornet? Wasp?” Azriel was barely containing his laughter at your obvious annoyance.

“You’re a pain in the ass, Azriel.”

“Yeah but who else would eat your poison cupcakes and stargaze with you in the middle of the night?”

That earned him a small smile. Azriel winked and sprawled out on the blanket, his wings spreading across the comically small fabric. You sat cross legged, watching as your best friend gazed up at the stars. There was something magical about it. The way the silver beams of moonlight kissed his golden brown skin, the wind tousling his dark locks, the serene smile that spread across his lips. In his cozy striped sweater and sweats, Azriel was the perfect picture of peace. Even his shadows stilled, dripping like honey across his shoulders.

The sight tugged at your heart. It was perfect. Azriel was perfect and you needed him to see himself exactly how you saw him now.

You pulled out your sketchbook and coloured pencils at once, scribbling furiously. “Don’t move,” you said, trying your best to capture the moment.

The shadowsinger obliged, but instead of watching the stars, he turned his attention over to you. The colors blended with your magic as the image before you came to life. You mixed the greens and browns and golds, but somehow they seemed lackluster compared to the glazed honey gaze staring back at you.

Azriel watched as your magic sparked against the page. He knew how intense you could get when it came to your art, but he’d never seen you like this. After a few more minutes, you leaned back and scrutinized every inch of your canvas. You flicked your wrist and a small spark of scarlet magic spread through the page. Finally, you smiled in satisfaction.

“It’s perfect,” you murmured.

“Let's see this masterpiece of yours, then.”

You shook your head. "Not a chance," you said, clutching the drawing to your chest. "At least, not yet."

"So you're saying that there's a slight chance that you'll show it to me someday?" Azriel asked, brimming with curiosity.

In the years he’d known you, the shadowsinger had only seen a handful of your art. Usually he wouldn’t push, but there was something about the way your eyes twinkled with emotion that made him want to prod.

“Eventually,” you replied with a soft smile. “When the time is right.”

Azriel didn’t get the chance to ask what that meant before you stashed the drawing away and shuffled beside him. You laid down across his stomach, grinning as you playfully flicked his nose.

“You’re supposed to be watching the stars, not me.”

“I can enjoy more than one beautiful view at a time.”

You flushed, inclining your head towards the skies so Azriel wouldn’t be able to see the effect of his words. For a while now, the two of you had been teetering that precarious line between just friends and something more. The chemistry between you was visible to everyone. Ever since Kallias had sent you to be his emissary, you and Azriel had grown closer and closer, to the point where your presence in the Night Court had turned into a permanent position.

The shadowsinger had gained your trust with his quiet wit and sharp sarcasm. Little by little, he chipped away at your icy demeanor. In due time, you were both attached at the hip. Besides Kallias and Viviane, he was the only one you'd opened up to about your time under the mountain. Cursed by Amarantha, you were trapped in that wretched place with your cousin, unable to stop the wicked female from wreaking havoc upon the Winter Court. Despite your tremendous power, you were helpless. You lost so many of your loved ones during that time and the guilt had been a heavy burden to bear even after Feyre's sacrifice that led to your freedom.

Azriel showed you that you didn't have to do it alone. Together, you learned how to heal from the ghosts of your past. You found refuge in the dark.

You found a friend.

Whatever it was between you and Azriel, it was something monumental. It wasn’t a fleeting crush or a silly notion of romance, but a magnetic force that had been drawing you together even before you met.

It felt scary. Like jumping off a cliff and into the raging sea. Though you weren’t the type to balk from a challenge, even you had to admit that it was terrifying. But you knew that you had to take that leap of faith sometime.

You gazed up at the shadowsinger and found him watching you. The smile that spread across your face was instinctive. “Thanks for coming out here with me, Az.”

“Anytime,” he murmured softly. Azriel weaved his fingers through your hair, curling strands around his knuckles. “I like watching the stars with you. It’s kind of nostalgic, really.”

“How so?”

Golden eyes flickered down to you as his voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “When I was younger…when all I knew was darkness, I always dreamt of the stars.”

Your heart ached for a young Azriel, trapped in the dungeons by his cruel father. The experience alone should’ve made him a hardened and bitter male, but your friend was anything but. Despite everything Azriel had endured, there was this resiliency to him that always amazed you. He had such a unique capacity for light and love.

You intertwined your fingers in his, squeezing gently. He smiled faintly before continuing. “My shadows used to describe the constellations to me. The positioning of the stars, how the night sky looked.” As though they heard his confessions, shadows swarmed around the both of you. “They still do, sometimes.”

A shadow curled like smoke towards a bright star in the sky. "That one is my favorite."

You looked up to where Azriel was pointing and felt your chest tighten. Your voice was shaky as you took a breath. “There’s a legend in the Winter Court about that star. There was once a young goddess named Polaris who roamed Prythian, fated to be lost and alone until a light in the north guided her to the castle of a Fae Prince. He took her in and they fell deeply in love. Polaris married the young prince and together they ruled over our lands until the Daglan came. The prince died fighting against them. Polaris was so heartbroken that she asked the Mother to transform her into a star so she could always watch over the land where her beloved was buried.”

Azriel listened with rapt attention as you gazed up at the horizon, to a single star shining above all the others. The same one he had pointed at. “Today, we call her the North Star. It’s said that her light is meant to guide you to your other half, just as that star in the sky once led her to her prince.”

The shadowsinger went still underneath you. As you looked up, you found him staring up at Polaris with a burning gaze. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as his eyes met yours.

Azriel swallowed thickly as his scarred fingers traced the outline of your jaw. Then softly, so low that you had to strain to hear him, he said the words that cracked your heart open. “I think you’re my Polaris.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but before they could fall, before the opportunity escaped you, you conjured the drawing from earlier into Azriel’s hands. The shadowsinger looked down at the moving image of him sprawled out across the grassy knoll, his wings flared out beneath him like some dark prince, a soft smile fixed on his lips as he gazed up at the star shining brightly above him.

The North Star.

That’s what Azriel was—your north star. The beacon that led you straight home. The hope that you had held onto even in the darkest of times. Under the Mountain, you hadn't let yourself dream. You didn't think you'd ever get this chance, but somewhere deep down, you kept the story of Polaris and her Prince tucked away in your heart.

And it had led you here.

Underneath the light of the north star, in the city you now called home, in the arms of the male that had helped you restore and rebuild yourself after all that you lost.

All that was left was to take that leap of faith.

“You’re my north star, Azriel.” You said with a smile, silver lining your eyes. “You led me home.”

One of his shadows darted towards you, catching your tears as Azriel pulled you against him. He cradled your cheek in his hand, fingers trembling as he looked at you. Really looked at you, like he saw all of who you were and adored every part, even the jagged edges.

“Falling in love with my best friend,” he said with a slight smile. “That’s pretty cliche of us, isn’t it?”

Your laughter spilled into the quiet night, happy tears coating your cheeks. “Don’t ruin the moment, Az.”

The endearing grin on his face etched itself into the depths of your soul. “I wouldn’t dream of it, bug.”

As the north star twinkled above the City of Starlight, Azriel leaned in and kissed you for the first time.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Shy!Eli x Chubby!Best-Friend!Reader (unedited)

Eli hardly understands how he got himself into the current situation; naked on his bed, haphazardly fucking into one of his best friends as she lays in nothing but his sweater. Well, he knows how it happened, but he's scared to ask why. However, as pleasure racks through his body, he has little care to figure it out. After all, Reader is under him, sweat twisted between her fingers, eyes crossed, babbling about how good it is and begging him not to stop.

It all started with a soda.

Reader had come over to play a new game he'd gotten and got comfortable on the couch. She snuggled up under a blanket with a controller in hand, ready to jump into the co-op mode of his new game. He was just as excited, but didn't do much more than smile about it.

They played a few rounds before they needed new drinks, so he got up to get them. He made sure to grab her favorite soda and popped it open for her, then carried the drinks to the living room. He set his down beside where he was sitting and moved to hand Reader hers, but as he held it out to her, he tripped over the coffee table and spilled the fizzy drink all oflver her front.

He tried helping her clean up with a towel, but her top was soaked through, so they walked upstairs so he could get her something else to wear. He grabbed one of his sweaters and offered it to her apologetically, but she smiled and took it happily, then slipped into the bathroom to change. It was when she walked back out that he'd utterly lost it.

She was packed into his sweater; her tits stretching the material in the front while the sleeves wrapped around her arms. Her belly pouched in the front and if she lifted her arms would most certainly poke out from the bottom. A piece of clothing that swallowed him up and hid his lean body from the world almost couldn't contain her. She looked stunning as she stood before him and he couldn't hide the way his jeans tightened.

Next thing he knew, his hands were up the front of said sweater and tweaking her nipples. Their lips were molding together, their bodies presedd together, then they started undressing each other save for his warm sweater.

Which leads him to where he is now, pounding the hell out of his long time friend. She's crying out and screaming with lust as he repeatedly buries his thick cock in her once virgin cunt. It's choppy, sloppy, and uneven, but it's glorious and pleasure-filled. Especially the look on her flustered face, swollen lips parted with hot moans and eyes that can't stay still. They keep rolling back as she tries to roll her hipsninto his thrusts, but they're both so inexperienced that it's rough and messy.

It works, though, because with every hard thrust he makes, her tits bounce in in his sweater. She has it particularly pulled up, showing off her soft, pudgy belly as it jiggles. He holds her waist tight, fingers digging into her tender flesh and making her whine loudly as he pulls her into his hips.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cries and she squirts all over him. Her walls are tight and the force of her orgasm pushes him out of her, followed by a rush of hot liquid that creates the biggest mess his bed has ever seen. It pours over him and he reaches down to position his twitching cock backed her spamming hole. He slams into her and makes her scream his name and the feeling of being wrapped up in her velvet walls is enough to finish him off. "Eli! Eli! Eli!"

He comes and ruts his hips into her, pushing her knees up to get as deep into her as he can. He unloads into her guts, making her feel fuzzy all throughout. He fills her with thick, creamy cum and her body shakes. Her tits spill out of the sweater and he can only ogle them before collapsing on top of her, his head coming to rest on her pillowy tits. He lays there, wrapping his arms around her, thinking she's too warm to pull out of. She wraps her arms around him and they snuggle into each other, too tired to move.

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wardenparker · 1 year

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Together for Christmas

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Mature, for language. Though this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol, flirting, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, gender reveal. Pure, tooth rotting fluff. Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Miller-Morales household, and this Christmas contains a whole lot of joy. Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovelies! Please enjoy this little dollop of seasonal fluff from my covid-addled brain. The holiday season isn’t always joyful for everyone (myself included) so Keri and I have aimed to add a touch of brightness to the day with this humble little offering.

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together Together for Christmas

"Massage? Spa package?" Frankie looks up from his phone to look over at Benny. “I know she's been talking about it and everything can't be baby related.” He knows how excited Ben is for the birth of the first Miller-Morales baby, but Christmas is about everyone. "We could even get a thruples package but then that would also be for ourselves."

“Is there such a thing as a maternity massage package?” Benny hums at the thought, running his hand up and down Frankie’s arm as they lounge together on the sofa. Taking advantage of your girls’ day out with your friends to plan out your Christmas present is also an excuse to cuddle. “She’s on her feet all day at work and carrying our baby. I think pampering sounds appropriate.”

"Yeah." Frankie wholeheartedly agrees and his eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details. "Says that you just have to make sure the staff knows that it's a maternity package and they will take care of it." He tells Benny, leg tossed over his lover's thigh and hums. "It can be a theme for the other shit we get her. We can get a lot of those bath fizzy things you and she like. Plus a new robe for her to lounge in when she's complaining about being cold."

“So much for one person getting one gift for one other person.” Benny laughs. He knew when you proposed doing a Secret Santa-style Christmas after the expense of the wedding and honeymoon, that the guys would still team up to make sure that your gift was worthy of their wife. “What about lotion? You know, with the bath bombs? She can have pampering at a spa and pampering at home.”

"I will volunteer to rub it on her." Frankie smirks slightly, his wedding ring winking proudly on his hand in the lights from the Christmas tree that is already up and decorated. "Anytime she wants."

“Baths with me and a rub down from you.” Benny smirks, pressing a kiss to Frankie’s temple. “And we wonder how she ended up pregnant.”

"I never wondered." Frankie smirks back at the man who was his husband in all ways but legally. "See, I paid attention in our sex ed classes." He teases, sending Benny a wink when he pouts at him. "Do I need to give you a refresher lesson?"

“I mean, I’m never going to say no to that.” Nudging his nose to Frankie’s temple, he leaves another kiss at his hairline with a hum. “You can teach me a lesson anytime you want.”

"After we pick out her present." Frankie admonishes, trying to ignore the way that his cock twitches at the enticing tone of Benny's voice. "So a massage? And all the crap to make her feel good? Do we want to do one of those foot bath things?"

“Definitely.” Benny nods in agreement, knowing the two things you always say hurt most are your feet and your back. “And we should take a trip to the Lindt outlet to get her a giant bag of chocolate.”

"Chocolate and foot baths." Frankie nods and he looks at the spa packages that they offer. "How about this one? It seems like it's an all-day thing of pampering. She can do it before the baby comes and we can always give her another after the birth."

“Sounds perfect.” Benny’s arms tighten around Frankie in a squeezing hug of approval as he reads the description of the package on the spa’s website. “She deserves the world.”

That is something that both men could agree on. Their wife is perfect and you deserve everything that they could give you. There had already been a slight disagreement over your work schedule, insisting they could support you and having to give in and let you stand firm on your resolution to work as long as you safely could. "Good. That settles the 'big' present." Frankie decides.

“She’s going to give you shit for going overboard.” It doesn’t mean a thing, though, because Benny has already gone overboard buying Frankie’s gift as well.

Frankie snorts, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his wallet on the side table to input his credit card information. "It's my right to spoil her." He turns and presses his lips to Benny's softly. "Just like I spoil you."

“Love you too, handsome.” Chasing the kiss without shame, Benny catches Frankie right before he sits back again and lets this press of lips linger. “You’re gonna get spoiled too. Just you wait.”

Huffing slightly, Frankie rolls his eyes. He hates when the two of you gang up on him. Feeling like he shouldn't receive that kind of attention and have you spend your money on him. "I told you not to do anything for me." He complains.

“Since when do I listen to you?” The teasing in Benny’s tone is clear, and he peppers Frankie’s face with more kisses.

"Never." Frankie grumbles, even as his lips twist up into a small grin. "That's the problem." It's not really a problem, but Francisco Morales is more comfortable with giving than being given things.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” The younger man’s grin is wicked, knowing that Frankie can’t say no to him to begin with. “It’s Christmas. I get to spoil my husband and my wife.”

There is just a small chuckle that Frankie gives Benny, knowing that the younger man is bursting with pride at having a husband and a wife. At being allowed to love the two of you completely with no reservations. "Wait until next year when we all spoil the baby." He warns him playfully, knowing that Benjamin Miller would want nothing more. If there was anyone who was made to be a father, it was him.

“I can’t wait.” It’s wistful - disbelieving - the sigh in Benny’s voice. He’s wanted to be a father for his entire life, so the last few months have been a dream come true for him. Batting his eyelashes at Frankie playfully, Benny tries for his best pout and juts out his lower lip completely. “Pleeeeease can I have a gender reveal for my Christmas present? I’m not even asking for a party anymore. I just want us to get a surprise somehow.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head at how enthusiastic he is about all of this. "We will have to talk to our wife about that." He murmurs, knowing that it will be a little more exciting than that. He has an idea for Ben's Christmas present that he wants to discuss with you. Something that Benjamin has wanted forever and now he thinks is the perfect time.

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Christmas morning with three adults and only one family to visit in the afternoon should be a relaxed affair, but not with Ben Miller in the house. Excited as a schoolboy, he is up early and tenderly trying his best to wake you and Frankie up without getting either of you annoyed at him. Benny loves Christmas, and nothing in the world could stop him from being excited this year. His first Christmas with his husband and wife.

Frankie let Benny sleep in the middle of the bed last night, your pregnancy demanding you be on the outside due to the middle of the night needs of your bladder. Giving up his spot since it is closest to the door for you and knowing that Benjamin would want access to cuddle you, meant that he had taken to sleeping on the opposite side. "We don't have to get up so early, Miller." Frankie grunts, turning his head away from the light filtering into the room.

“But it’s Christmas!” Benny pouts, peppering Frankie’s shoulder and chest with little kisses before finding his lips in the early morning light.

Frankie had already been up several times, making sure that Ben’s present was ready for this morning, so he hadn’t gotten much sleep. “It’ll be Christmas in an hour too.” Frankie grumbles, kissing his husband back despite his eyes staying closed.

“He’s excited,” you hum indulgently, turning your head to face the boys before the rest of your body because movement is far more difficult than it used to be. “It’s cute, baby. Frankie’s just sleepy.”

“So what you’re saying is that you were excited too?” Benny grins, kissing Frankie again and turning back so he can slide his hand along your bump and cuddle to you. “Merry Christmas, wifey.”

“Merry Christmas, husband,” you giggle a little at how the happy glow of your marriage - though it isn’t legally between all three of you - is the pride of Benny’s life along with the baby. “And yes, I am definitely excited.”

"Hmmmm, see Fish?" Benny looks over his shoulder to shoot Frankie a grin. "This is how you should be at Christmas. We have a wonderful wife; you have an amazingly sexy husband and we have our baby on the way." He sighs happily and looks back at you. "It's the best Christmas ever."

“Frankie baby always needs more sleep than us, you know that.” You tut softly, but reach for Benny to silently ask for a kiss. “That’s not a bad thing.” Besides which, you know why he’s tired this morning - getting up to cheek in Benny’s gift a few times in the night so you didn’t have to.

Frankie grunts, shuffling closer in a rustle of sheets to press against Benny's back and his lips find the other man's shoulder. "I'm old, remember?" He teases, voice still raspy with sleep. "I need more sleep."

“And we love our old man.” Benny grins, reaching back to pull him closer with one arm while offering you a place against his other side at the same time.

"Hmph." Frankie wiggles closer and digs his fingers into Benny's hip slightly before he caresses the skin. "Love you." He hums quietly, his nose pressed against the other man's shoulder blade.

“I say we snuggle for ten more minutes before we get up.” There’s nothing you want more than to laze around in bed with the two most important men in your life, but there is a big reason to go downstairs early. “How does that sound, Francisco?”

He smiles against Ben’s back, always loving the way you say his complete name. His head pops up and he shoots you a small wink that Benny misses. “Should be good.”

“You guys excited to go to Will’s later?” The other Miller brother is hosting the big holiday supper this year and it’s sure to be an amazing meal, as always.

“Hmmm.” Christmas at the elder Miller’s house will be fun, and it will be the last time that it’s held there for a while. Frankie and Benny have strong ideas of the baby having Christmas at home while they are young. “It will be fun watching Benny whine at his brother.”

“Why am I gonna whine?” Benny asks, pouting at Frankie purely for effect.

“Because that’s what little brothers do.” Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss his cheek. “And you enjoy watching your brother fume.”

“He makes it so easy.” Benny chuckles and draws Frankie into a longer kiss. “How could I not?”

Frankie chuckles into the kiss and pulls away to move away to get out of the bed. He will go around to your side to kiss you. “Let’s get up then.”

“Yay!” Benny practically bounds from the bed, ready to be your twin anchor with Frankie because you started having trouble getting up from lying down a couple of weeks ago. “Christmas!”

“Well, it’s not a mystery who’s going to teach the baby to get up super early on Christmas morning,” you giggle, shaking your head at Benny while you gratefully take both of their hands to pull yourself up.

Frankie snorts and when you are on your feet, he pulls you close and leans in over your belly to kiss you. “You know it.” He murmurs and smirks slightly as he brushes his nose against yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Francisco.” Leaning into him is not as easy as it used to be, but it’s worth the effort.

“We should get out there before Benjamin implodes.” Frankie squeezes your hip and shares a small grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift the two of you had decided on.

“Gonna explode all over the both of you if you stand there and make out in front of me,” Benny teases, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you.

Frankie snorts and rolls his eyes at his husband. “Jesus, Ben…on his birthday?” He teases, sending him a wink.

“Wasn’t Jesus born in March? I’m sure I’ve heard that before.” Benny wrinkles his nose, grinning at Frankie and enjoying the tease as he gives it right back. He snags your cardigan off the back of the closet door and holds it out for you to slip into then leads the way downstairs. “Our last Christmas as a family of three,” he sighs wistfully.

“Do you need to pee first?” Frankie asks, his hand on your back as he slowly helps you down the stairs. It worries him the larger you get, not wanting you to fall.

“Always,” you laugh, knowing Frankie will go as far as actually escorting you to the downstairs bathroom to make sure you don’t lose your balance. “And then a cup of that really good orange herbal tea while we open presents?”

“Whatever you want.” Frankie promises, smiling at you. He knows he’s being a little extra, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby. Especially since you are so top heavy now. Miller makes giants apparently.

“Whatever?” Even just a little tease is more than you can resist, and you grin at Frankie as he helps you down the stairs. “So I can have a spiked cup of coffee and some sushi later on?”

“Yes.” Frankie promises, turning you and kissing your nose. “Just as soon as this one is howling angrily at being evicted from your womb.” He teases, caressing your bump. “I’ll bring it on ice so you can have it as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Three and a half more months.” You sigh dramatically, laying one hand over his on your belly. “Nearly there.”

“I’ll bring you two rolls.” He promises, smirking happily. “Go pee before Benny starts opening the presents without us. I’ll make your tea.”

“Thank you, cariño.” You bat your eyelashes at him before turning down the hallway, and Frankie heads into the kitchen to find Benny already sashaying around the room brewing a pot of coffee and getting out the bag of bagels he picked up for this morning.

There’s a giddy air of anticipation and Frankie smirks as he walks by his husband and reaches out to slap his ass affectionately. “She’s gonna get settled and then we can spoil her.” He promises, moving over to your kettle to heat the water.

“I got her a chocolate chip bagel, and it’s gonna have peanut butter and banana slices. Does she want tea?” It’s pretty much all you’ve been drinking lately, so he’s not at all surprised.

“Of course.” Frankie moves over to the cabinet that houses the growing tea collection. “The orange one is a favorite right now.”

“You want your coffee spiked, handsome?” Benny moves around the kitchen easily, grabbing the bottle of Bailey’s to add a shot to his own coffee mug. It is a holiday, after all.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head. “She’s grumpy about no alcohol so I’ll suffer with her.” He knows you won’t mind, but it’s alright with him. He wants to focus on what’s coming up today.

Benny stops for a second, considers the bottle in his hand, and puts it back in its place on the bar with a nod. “Solidarity,” he hums, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s cheek.

“Good boy.” Frankie murmurs, loving how thoughtful Ben is when he ponders on things. “Let’s get our Christmas started.” He’s eager to make sure that nothing spoils the surprise for Benny, having prepared for it as much as he possibly could.

Bagels and drinks are brought into the living room, and Frankie turns on the tv so you can pick a Christmas movie to have playing while the day begins. You turn on Jingle Jangle and pick up your tea, humming at the soothing scent of orange. “Who wants to go first?” You ask, glancing eagerly at the tree.

Frankie wants Benjamin to go last so he immediately pipes up. “You should go first, baby.” He nods towards his husband. “What do you think?”

“Absolutely.” As much as Benny does like to get presents, he likes to give them more. And he retrieves the trio of boxes with your name on them to set in front of you with pride.

“So much for small gifts this year,” you joke, looking at the multiple packages in front of you and the multiple packages for each of them under the tree.

“I think we all knew we were full of shit.” Frankie points out, moving your bagel and tea over to a tray closest to you so it doesn’t get in the way of your presents. “Just wait until the baby comes.”

“All baby gifts, all the time.” There will be gifts of other kinds, too, you’re sure of that. But you know none of you will be able to resist getting things for the baby. The first box in front of you is meticulously tied up in gold ribbon and you know Frankie must have been the one to tie it so well - Benny would have gone all out with the fanciest wrapping paper he could find and the biggest bows known to man. Inside seems to be an entire Lindt shop’s worth of chocolate and you groan deeply in appreciation. “It’s perrrrfect, baby. You spoil me.”

“You never have enough chocolate in the house it seems.” Frankie chuckles, remembering when he had accidentally eaten the last truffle without knowing and you had cried.

“There are much worse pregnancy cravings to have,” you defend with a sheepish grin. Unwrapping a dark chocolate and orange truffle immediately and popping it in your mouth, you groan happily and sigh. “Christmas is done,” you joke. “This is all I need.”

“Told you that we should have dipped orange slices in chocolate.” Frankie huffs at Benny with a grin. “She would have loved it.” Your obsession with oranges has been a vast source of amusement. Even asking for an orange vinaigrette on salads.

The way your eyes light up makes both men laugh, and you grin sheepishly to boot. “We can still do that,” you nod eagerly.

“Done.” Benny declares, knowing that whatever you want while you are pregnant - hell, while you are married to him and Frankie - you get. “We will make them, baby.”

Tearing the wrapping paper on the second box reveals a plethora of home spa items: a foot bath, bath robe, lotions, therapeutic salts, and bath bombs that will probably last you well past the last few months of your pregnancy. “You guuuyyysss…” There are grateful tears in your eyes when you look at your husbands, knowing Frankie didn’t do all of this alone. Fitting, since you didn’t do Benny’s gift all alone either. “Thank you so much.”

“That comes with foot rubs and lotion rubs anytime you want.” They had considered doing a coupon book, but abandoned the idea just with unlimited options being their go-to.

Reaching across the side table is difficult with your belly in the way, but both men lift out of their seats to exchange soft kisses with you, and you pick up the last, small box with a grin. “How is there more? My husbands absolutely spoil me.”

“Because you deserve everything.” Benny murmurs softly, his eyes slightly misty with joy.

“I love you, too.” The small box is the kind that you can buy to put a gift card into, but when you open it up there is a brochure for the day spa in the next town over - with an appointment card that lists no date but has a phone number to call to book and the words “Maternity Package” neatly printed on the bottom. “Guys…?” You look up at both of them, tears forming all over again as you hold up the appointment card in wonder. “This is—you—you booked me a spa day?”

“Oh shit, you hate it.” Benny worries, panicking over the tears, but Frankie jostles him and shakes his head.

“No she doesn’t.” He huffs before he reaches for your hand. “Yeah baby, we want you to go and get pampered, relax and just feel good. You can schedule it whenever you want.”

“This is so sweet of you.” Despite the conversations about wanting you to be off your feet for the last trimester of your pregnancy, both Frankie and Benny have been so supportive of you not wanting to give up working just yet.

"You deserve it." Benny insists. "You are growing our baby. It's a hard job and you're doing amazing." He's always been in awe of women and you just have blown him away with your strength.

“Thank you.” Pulling the robe out of the big box, you swap it out for your cardigan and sigh at its warmth and softness. “I love you guys so much.”

"Knew she would put it on immediately." Frankie grins at you, sending you a small wink. They had relaxed their hold on the thermostat in order to keep you comfortable but it was still colder than what you would probably like.

“It’s so soft.” And oversized. This is definitely the definition of a pregnancy robe. “You go next, Frankie,” you urge, knowing you both want Benny to go last.

There is a slight pout to his lips as he looks between the two of you. "I told you not to get me anything." He huffs, rolling his eyes at his husband and wife's refusal to listen to him.

“Benny pulled your name, baby. There was no chance of that happening.” Sitting back in your favorite armchair with a grin, you pick up your bagel to have breakfast while Benny eagerly slides several large boxes in front of Frankie to open.

“You did too much.” Frankie protests, looking at the size of the boxes and tries to figure out what he did for him. “You’re supposed to be saving your money Benjamin.”

“We’re doing fine, baby. More than fine. And you work so hard.” Benny shifts closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

“You already spoil me.” Frankie turns and leans into the kiss for a moment, stealing another moment of affection. He’s spoiled just from being loved by the two of you so unconditionally.

“Go on,” Benny urges, grinning with that giddy excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning gleaming in his eyes.

Frankie grins at his husband’s enthusiasm and starts to tear into the paper, freezing for a moment before his eyes whip back around to Ben. “You—”

“I know you’re picky.” Benny couches, instantly worried that he’s gotten something wrong. “If it’s not the right model number or something we can exchange them.”

“Benjamin.” Frankie breathes out in awe, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal the box for the new lathe that he had been drooling over. The joy of making the baby’s cradle had turned to frustration when the lathe he had kept breaking and yet he hadn’t been able to justify buying another one. “It’s—it’s great. Perfect.”

“Oh good.” The sigh of relief he breathes is palpable and Benny smiles. “Your workshop is gonna get a dad-level upgrade, baby.”

It takes him a moment but after a few blinks of his eyes, Frankie throws his head back and laughs before he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Ben’s neck so he can drag him close for a kiss.

“There’s more, baby. Keep going.” For as many years as they have been together, the joy in the two men’s relationship has never faded. Benny and Frankie have been at each other’s sides for years and being allowed to witness these moments of happiness between them makes your heart swell.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at his husband even as he looks back at the lathe. “Dad-level upgrade huh?” He asks, extremely grateful to have everything he wants and more this Christmas.

“Next.” The smile on Benny’s face when he puts the second box in front of Frankie is beaming.

"Okay." Frankie is excited, knowing that Benny is, and he quickly tears into the next present. "Ben." He chokes when he sees the toolbox that Frankie had been saving for. A rolling Snap On that makes his current toolbox look like a toy. "You—oh fuck, you messed up now." Frankie laughs. "The Snap On guy is going to get all my money when he rolls up."

“As long as you’re happy.” Benny is giddy with the success of his ideas, knowing that Frankie loves his workshop and the escape that it provides him. “We love you. So much.”

"It's too much." Frankie huffs, even with the wide grin on his face. "I love you too, more than you will ever know."

“Merry Christmas.” Benny opens his arms to the older man, letting Frankie snuggle into his side and holding him tight for a long moment together.

"You are ridiculous and spent too much, but I love you." Frankie kisses his lips one last time and he pulls away from him before he looks over to you. "Are we done with me? It's time for Benjamin?"

“Benny’s turn.” Your eyes flash excitement at Frankie as he hops up to retrieve the first part of the gift despite it technically being from you. There’s no way Frankie would let you bend and lift and shuffle anymore - he’s barely allowed it since the day you found out you were expecting.

It has been a lot of work, making sure that this goes off without a frankly, very nosy Benny, finding out. Frankie had thought about giving Ben two gifts in one, but only if you had wanted to. Luckily, you had thought it was perfect. The box is heavy and Frankie grunts as he picks it up. “Here we go.”

“Are those all for me?” Benny stares, pointing at the stack of boxes still under the tree when Frankie brings the first over to him.

“Yes and no.” Frankie grins when the box settles down in front of Ben without giving away what is inside. “You know how you wanted to do a gender reveal?” He asks him, reminding him of the conversation weeks ago.

“Yeah!” Benny sits up eagerly, looking between you with misty eyes. “You guys, is this a gender reveal?!”

Frankie looks over at you, knowing that you are going to tear up as well. “Yeah, Benjamin, it’s a gender reveal.” He murmurs softly.

Benny vibrates, eagerly ripping into the wrapping paper on the lid of the box and blissfully unaware of the holes on its other side. “Oh—oh my god!” The lid of the box pops off almost without his help, giving way to the sunny face of a happy, eager puppy with a pink paisley print collar and a handwritten tag hanging from it. I’m a girl! Just like the Bean!

You and Benny gasp almost in unison, but your hand flies to your belly as Ben lifts the wiggling puppy into his arms and coos at her. “They’re—” Benny is all but crying as he looks between you and Frankie and you don’t blame him. “They’re both girls?”

“Yeah.” Frankie reaches for your hand and covers your stomach gently. “You’ve been saying you wanted a puppy for Bean to grow up with, so…she will be her first friend.” He had hoped Ben would love the gender reveal and puppy being the same sex as the baby.

“She’s so sweet!” And licking his face all over, which has Benny giggling instantly. the little puppy fits in his arms effortlessly and he thumbs the tag with affection. “A little girl,” he breathes, turning his watery eyes to you.

“A little girl,” you nod, gripping Frankie’s hands tightly as you try to absorb the reality of the moment. You’re going to have a daughter.

Frankie had been proud when you had given him the envelope with the sex of the baby inside. Bawling like a baby himself when he opened it in order to pick out the right puppy from the couple who had been trying to find good homes for the litter. “Miller makes girls, apparently.”

“What kind of puppy is this little nugget?” Benny’s eyes are wide and full of love as he strokes her short fur. He looks like he’s never going to let her go ever again.

“She’s a mix. Golden retriever and bulldog.” Frankie had fallen in love with her sweet face and knew that you and Ben would love her. “They said she’ll be good around kids. Especially once she’s trained.”

“She’s gonna be the best little girl in the whole world.” Benny coos, burying his face in the puppy’s fur. “You need a name, little girl! Did Papí Frankie name you already?”

"No way." Frankie shakes his head, wanting to let Ben name the puppy. "That honor is yours. What do you want to name our sweet girl?"

“We’re gonna need two names.” You lean over to press a kiss to Frankie’s shoulder and beam at Benny. “But the puppy gets a name first.”

“What’s the battle cry from the movie you love?” Benny looks over at you with glee. “Towanda?”

“Towanda is an Amazon warrior alter ego. You might give that cute little pup a complex.” You nearly snort out your sip of tea and shake your head at him. “If you want to name the dog after a character from Fried Green Tomatoes, Idgie might be the way to go.”

Frankie grins as Benny looks at the puppy again, smothering her in kisses. “Idgie, huh?” He murmurs, actually liking the name for a pup. It’s unique.

“Is that your name, lil’ baby?” Benny is completely in love, cradling this wriggling puppy in his arms and letting her sniff and lick all over him. “Is that your name, Idgie?” He croons, giggling when she barks happily. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Lord.” Frankie rolls his eyes and looks over at you with amusement. “He’s going to be sleeping with the puppy tonight.” He predicts, knowing how long he’s wanted a puppy.

“Obviously!” Benny rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Frankie ever doubted him.

Laughing, Frankie shakes his head and nods towards the other wrapped gifts. “Do you want us to open them or are we allowed to touch the puppy too?”

“Nooo, you can hold her.” Like it’s some kind of grand permission, he hands Idgie over to Frankie and dives for the other boxes under the tree, now certain that they contain all manner of puppy things within them.

Scratching behind her ears, Frankie leans over for you to love on the puppy. “What do you think?” He asks you quietly. He had handled getting the pup so you could be surprised too, while you had gotten the supplies.

“She’s absolutely precious.” The pup is loving and excitable, giddy to have so much attention this morning. Your eyes are still watery, though, and you look at Frankie in awe. “We’re…we’re really having a girl?”

“We are, baby.” Frankie nods and pulls out the picture of the ultrasound that had been in the envelope. The little girl parts circled for you to see. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

Idgie seems immediately concerned when tears fall down your cheeks, and she licks them away with determination. “It’s okay, Idg,” you laugh at her response to your overwhelmed joy. “Mama’s just happy.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Hope you know you’re on puppy training duty, Miller.” He teases Ben.

“Frankie’s gonna end up sleeping in the middle of the bed so I can get up when I need to pee, and Benny can get up with Idgie.” You predict, scratching the puppy’s head affectionately.

Benny pouts for a second, looking up from pulling the dog bed out of a box. “Hey.” He huffs. “I—you planned this, didn’t you? So you can sleep next to her.” It’s a joke, although he knows Frankie misses sleeping next to you and has been grateful that Ben needs to touch you in his sleep. A slight sense of propriety or possessiveness has emerged since that first ultrasound.

“Nobody’s taking away your cuddle time, Ben.” You would never. Benny is so proud of your pregnancy and slightly caveman about it, and you not-at-all secretly relish the attention from both of your husbands. “You can just as easily slither out from the middle of the bed. I have faith in you.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at his husband. “Pendejo.” He grumbles under his breath at how ridiculous he can be at times. “Open the rest of the presents.”

Toys, a leash, bowls, a bed, treats, food, and training aids are all inside the last remaining boxes, and the guys laugh at how wild you had gone in getting things for the new puppy while you were at the pet store. Idgie has everything she could possibly need and yet you’re sure you’ll end up back at the store within days to go nuts again. But together this time.

The puppy goes back to Benny and Frankie smirks as he literally lays down on the floor with the sweet girl as she jumps on him. "What do you think? Was it a good gender reveal? A sweet little girl for our little girl?"

“It’s perfect.” Benny giggles when the puppy licks a stripe up his cheek after climbing into his chest. He turns his head to look at both of you with a grin. “And now we can narrow down that name list for the baby.”

"Yes we can." Everyone had been throwing all kinds of names onto the lists. The lists are getting longer and longer as time goes on with every single one that any of you vaguely liked. Hell, Ben had added Wednesday to the list the other day after watching the new Addams family show.

“We can save the ‘boy’ name list for baby number two.” Shifting out of your armchair now that you’re done with your breakfast, you carefully shift to the living room floor and brace your back against your chair to help your back. Little Idgie comes bounding over, happily yapping and waggling her whole bum because her little tail is so tiny.

"She certainly likes you." Frankie hums happily, finding that the puppy is friendly with all of them. It bodes well although he knows that this dog is going to be Benny's until the baby is older.

“She’s such a little love bug.” You laugh when the puppy bounds over to Frankie after giving you sufficient kisses. “Hopefully she’ll love her sister just as much.”

"She will." Frankie predicts. "She is Benjamin in puppy form." He teases, sending a small wink towards the younger man. "She's gonna adore her and protect her, just like her daddy Benny."

Picking out what they wanted to be called as fathers had been a long-winded process, wanting to make sure they had distinct names so they could eventually teach the baby how to call for each of them individually. Deciding on daddy and papí had made both men so happy that they had cried telling you about it.

Benny beams, nodding eagerly. “You know it. No one’s gonna mess with our daughter. Between Idgie and me, she’ll be ruling the playground.”

“Kindergarten Crime Boss.” The joke makes all three of you laugh and Frankie shakes his head as he gives Idgie belly rubs.

“She’s a good girl, yes you are.” Frankie coos to the happy puppy as she yips and tries to chase his hand.

“I think I like the nature names the best.” You tell them out of nowhere, looking up from where your hands had been smoothing over your belly. A large portion of your baby girl name list were names from nature and you’ve been looking at those names secretly on your own for weeks now.

Frankie freezes, looking down at Idgie. “Which ones are speaking to you, sweetheart?” He asks, curious if you have any favorites out of the ones on the list.

“Maybe Autumn? Or Flora…or Daphne?” The way you shrug clearly shows how self-conscious you are about the topic even though it makes you unbelievably happy to think about. Naming your child is a huge decision.

“I like those.” Benny agrees and Frankie nods.

“I was along the lines of Sierra or Luna.” He admits, smiling softly. He reaches over to stroke your stomach. “I’m okay with any name as long as she is healthy and bears our last name.”

“That sounds like a nice top five.” The smile on Frankie’s lips makes it onto yours. “We don’t need to decide today. I just…knowing the baby is a girl, it made me think.”

“We are going to have to get started building her a dream play area.” Benny pipes up. “Not just a princess tower, but girls do cool shit too. Badass spaceship and teach her how to slay her own dragons.”

“A fighter like daddy and a pilot like papí.” The idea of such personal things made with love for the baby makes your heart swell, and you squeeze Frankie’s hand gently in your own. “I love you guys.”

“Baby, you have given us everything we’ve ever wanted.” Frankie assures you. “Every fucking thing. You—you’re completing our family. First with you and now with our little bean.”

“We all know she won’t be an only child.” At least, you have all expressed wanting more than one child, so as long as it isn’t a danger to your health, you’re planning on having one more.

“Of course not, but if she was it – hell, if you didn’t want kids – we would be complete with you.” That had been a conversation at one point because while Benjamin wanted to be a father, he had wanted you more.

“It’s a good thing we all wanted to be parents, then.” Nothing in the world has made you happier than this progression - the pregnancy and the guys’ proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon - all of it leading up to the arrival of your first little Bean. It’s the perfect dream that you never expected to get, and you’re so grateful to have found men who share it.

“Okay, no crying on Christmas.” Frankie declares before he rolls his eyes. “No more crying on Christmas, how about that?” He corrects, knowing tears have already happened. “Today is going to be perfect.”

“Today already is perfect.” Benny declares, burying his face in Idgie’s little pot belly when she trots back over to him and flops on her back at his side. “Isn’t it, good girl? Isn’t today perfect?”

Frankie grins at Benny, reaching over and caressing your stomach before he leans over and presses a kiss to your belly, receiving an enthusiastic kick for his attention. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Seems like the bean is enjoying herself, too.” Just something as simple as having a pronoun for the baby nearly has you blubbering again, but you exhale deeply and manage to keep the happy tears at bay.

“She’s going to enjoy every Christmas.” Frankie vows, watching as Benny fawns over the puppy. He doesn’t miss the happy tears and the way that he has tucked the little note into his pocket. Frankie winds his arm around your back and pulls you towards him. “We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives.” He hums. “And next year, we’ll be holding our other sweet girl and watching the three of them play together.”

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;) here’s a completely normal Monster High AU where absolutely nothing bad happens (it is comically obvious that I am lying)

[Image ID 1: a pink rectangle with a drawing of a Monster High skullette at the left side. Her bow is torn, she’s sweating, and she wears a teal face mask. Teal text is to the right of her, reading: warning: the following contains:

body horror

gore

disease

characters from a children’s franchise in a horror situation

Not suitable for children or the easily disturbed. End ID.”

[Image ID 2: two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left is a pale green, and crawling on the ground, as their lower half is missing, and wearing a turquoise plaid dress with “Zap” written on it in yellow. Their long black and white striped hair drags behind them, tainted with blood. Their eyes and nose are missing, and their mouth is completely black, in a hollow grin. They have a blue plaid tie and are missing a hand. They’re covered in blood. The figure to the right is brown with wolf ears and dark brown hair in a bun with a purple tuff of it in the front. Her eyes are golden, and so are a pair of glasses she wears. She wears a black jacket, a belt, dark purple pants, black boots, and a purple face mask. She looks stern, and carries a baseball bat, both it and her covered in blood. A pale green hand lies between the two, and both of them plus the hand have text besides them. Said text, starting with the green individual, then the hand’s, than the one with the bat, reads as follows:

“Frankie Stein

Status: infected

The infection, known as the Power Wasting Curse, manifests in Frankenmonsters as them losing the ability to control their body parts. As such, most of Frankie’s body is missing. At this stage they have no control and seek to spread the infection until they fall apart.”

“However, the one uninfected part of Frankie, their hand, managed to be removed before it could be infected too, and is now the only part of Frankie controlled by them. Luckily Ghoulia was able to teach them mourse code. They usually just hang around Clawdeen whenever she’s at Monster High as Frankie isn’t allowed to leave.”

“Clawdeen Wolf.

Status: Uninfected

Clawdeen is in charge of the usual patrols outside Monster High, which has been converted into a shelter for survivors. Clawdeen looks around for other survivors in hopes of finding her family, and later Draculaura when she goes missing too.” End ID.]

[Image ID 3: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left side is sitting down, while the one on the right does a cutesy post, putting their pointer finger from their left hand to their cheek and slightly raising one leg. The left one is a pale turquoise, with a fish tail wrapped around their legs. They wear a black hoodie with pink stripes, a turquoise middle section, and a turquoise fin at the top. They have short fizzy multi-colored hair, said colors being blonde, green, turquoise, and pink. They wear blue shorts revealing their left leg is bandaged, and their hazel eyes paint a somewhat frustrated expression. The right figure has a black and pink gothic lolita dress, a cutesy black hat with a purple bow, white gloves, a black umbrella in their right hand, pink boots, and a face entirely covered in shadows. There is text at the sides of both of them, the sections from left to right reading:

“Lagoona Blue.

Status: uninfected (but injured)

Lagoona broke her leg trying to run from an infected while on a trip with Clawdeen. Luckily Clawdeen managed to get her back to Monster High uninfected, and Lagoona usually stays there now. She’s worried about Ghoulia and Clawdeen’s mental state.”

“Draculaura

Status: Unknown (missing)

It has been 2 weeks since the Power Wasting Curse started spreading, and a week ago Draculaura went missing while on one of Clawdeen’s trips. They were forced to abandon her to get Lagoona back to safety, to Clawdeen’s distress. Since infected vampires eventually turn to dust and no one’s found any trace of her most monsters other than Clawdeen think she’s dead.” End ID.]

[Image ID 4: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left side is sitting on the floor, their left hand chained to something offscreen. The one on the right side lies on the floor frantically writing something on a piece of paper with a worried facial expression. The one on the left is covered in bandages, the left of their face the only part visible, showing a dark and solemn eye. They wear a teal face mask and a pale teal hospital gown, and also have dark ashy skin and black shoulder-length hair. The one to the right has grey skin, with some rot on the right side, and short blue hair. They have white glasses, a grey striped shirt, a short red sleeve and a short black sleeve, a prosthetic arm, red and black pants, and blue sneakers. Their left arm is bandaged. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Cleo De Nile

Status: infected

Cleo got infected by an attack in the back by an infected Deuce. It can’t be removed, but Ghoulia’s managed to keep her in her lab and prevent her from losing control of her rotting body. Cleo’s been going through it and Ghoulia’s the only one who knows she’s still ‘alive’.”

“Ghoulia Yelps

Status: uninfected

Ghoulia is almost always in her lab, frantically trying to find a cure. She cannot lose Cleo, no matter what. She never really talks to anyone anymore unless they start the conversation. She doesn’t know what she would do if she lost Cleo after everything else.” End ID.]

[Image ID 5: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one of the left walks to the other side, looking worried and carrying a flaming stick. The one to the right leans to the left facing the camera. The one on the left has orange fire hair, pale yellow skin, orange fire horns + tail, and a very scared expression. They wear one pink heart earring, a pink tank top, a black jacket, black and red fingerless gloves, black pants, and red boots. The one to the right has pale green skin, dangling lifeless green snakes for hair, rocks in their eye sockets, fangs, green scales on the left side of their face + their shoulders, and rotting arms. There is blood all over them. They wear a torn black tank top with a white eye design, black pants with knee holes, and no shoes. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Heath Burns

Status: uninfected

Abby and Heath were going to visit Marisol when the infection hit, and ended up lost somewhere in Monster Picchu due to the train crashing. Heath is very scared and hungry, if it wasn’t for being with Abby he probably wouldn’t have survived.”

“Deuce Gorgon

Status: Infected

While not patient zero, Deuce was one of the first people to get infected. Patient zero had gone missing in the catacombs and Deuce had gone to look for them. The infection messed up Deuce’s natural protection against his eyes, though luckily all that did was turn his eyes to stone, blinding him. Other infected gorgons have been killed by the infection, but somehow, Deuce is still alive, though he’s certainly not in there anymore.” End ID.]

[Image ID 6: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one to the left stands still looking at the camera with a face of rage. The one to the right run to the right carrying a large bloodied ice shard in their left hand, and a phone held up to their face in the right one, a suppressed look of worried on their face. The one on the left has cat ears with holes, short orange hair with black stripes, glassey green eyes, a foaming fanged mouth, pale orange skin covered in orange stripes, and a black striped tail. They wear an orange spiked collar, a black jacked with orange striped sleeves, dark pink pants, an orange belt, black striped bracelets, one pink and one green fingerless gloves, and black boots. The one on the right is fat, has short white hair with blue and purple accents, blue sclera and brown purple eyes, freckles, and darker blue hands. They wear a pink hat, a purple shall, a blue jacket, white fluffy sleeves, pink pants, and dark blue sneakers. Both figures have blood on them. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Toralei Stripe

Status: infected

Toralei is one of the more dangerous infected. She is filled with rage and has attacked several people. Most scientists looking for a cure claim her to be a lost cause. Any day now, the curse will eventually kill her. Do not approach.”

“Abby Bominable

Status: uninfected

Abby’s been trying to contact Marisol, as she keeps coming in and out. She’s keeping up her usual tough vibe, but is secretly very worried about Heath and Marisol. Luckily they’re in the forest outside Marisol’s home, but it’s very large and neither of them are used to this environment.” End ID.]

Here it is. The Monster High infection AU, or I guess, curse AU, so I didn’t have to worry about the fact that logically 60% of the cast would not be able to get sick. At all. If you have any questions I’d be happy to share!

#via #various sketches #monster high #infection au #horror #horror art #frankie stein #clawdeen wolf #lagoona blue #draculaura #cleo de nile #ghoulia yelps #heath burns #deuce gorgon #toralei stripe #abby bominable #power wasting curse

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jacenbren · 1 year

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Random Cyberpunk: Edgerunners headcanons because I desperately miss my blorbos and was absolutely DEVASTATED by what the show did to them:

Maine tried to set up a swear jar but it never really caught on because every few weeks Rebecca would dump like 500 eddies in the jar at a time with the explanation of “I’m paying my monthly fuck allowance”

Kiwi and Dorio have a girls night every week where they get really drunk while getting mani-pedis and bitch about everything

David and Lucy are both autistic and hate fabric textures (hence the whole “walking around the apartment butt ass naked” thing)

Falco is terrible at cooking in every way conceivable BUT makes a mean grilled cheese sandwich

Rebecca and Pilar both have ADHD

Kiwi doesn’t save people’s names in her phone and has her friends memorized by number and it scares them

David and Rebecca will sometimes just start vocal stimming back and forth

Maine once walked in on the two of them going back and forth saying “beebus borbus” at each other over and over again

Maine and Dorio met when they were both in the army

Pilar has a ridiculous skincare routine

Rebecca once drank an entire container of Pilar’s lotion after he accused her of stealing it

David has sensory issues with carbonation and therefore absolutely DESPISES seltzers/fizzy drinks

He always gives Rebecca fizzy drinks that people buy for him and she gets absolutely wasted because of this

Maine snores insanely loudly. Dorio Hates It. She has banished Maine to the couch many times.

Lucy was a Warrior Cats kid

Maine liked to call his payments to Gloria “child support” even though he is in no way related to David

Pilar cries at those ASPCA commercials

Kiwi refuses to use the wrist strap on the Wii remote and has chucked it through the TV multiple times playing Wii bowling

Dorio adores children in theory but can’t tolerate them for more than 5 minutes

Lucy carries pepper spray and a taser at all times and uses them on people who annoy her

Falco used to wear a fedora but it got stolen and he never fully recovered

Maine wears socks with flip flops

#your honour i love them #cyberpunk edgerunners has me by the balls you guys #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk edgerunners #rebecca cyberpunk edgerunners #david martinez #david cyberpunk #lucy cyberpunk #lucy kushinada #dorio cyberpunk #kiwi cyberpunk #maine cyberpunk #pilar cyberpunk #headcanons #cyberpunk #rebecca

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survivingcapitalism · 2 months

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A review of hundreds of epidemiological studies published in the British Medical Journal on Wednesday has found that higher exposure to ultra-processed foods is associated with an increased risk of 32 damaging health outcomes including cancer, major heart and lung conditions, mental health disorders, and early death.

These outcomes span mortality, cancer, and mental, respiratory, cardiovascular, gastrointestinal, and metabolic health outcomes.

The report carried out an “umbrella review (a high-level evidence summary) of 45 distinct pooled meta-analyses from 14 review articles associating ultra-processed foods with adverse health outcomes.”

These review articles were all published over the last three years and involved nearly 10 million participants.

“Greater exposure to ultra-processed food was associated with a higher risk of adverse health outcomes, especially cardiometabolic, common mental disorder, and mortality outcomes,” the report said

The report noted that ultra-processed foods, which include packaged baked goods and snacks, fizzy drinks, sugary cereals, and ready-to-eat or heat products undergo multiple industrial processes. As a result, they contain colours, emulsifiers, flavours, and other additives.

According to the review, ultra-processed foods were linked to a 50 per cent increased risk of cardiovascular disease-related death, a 48-53 per cent higher risk of anxiety and common mental disorders, and a 12 per cent greater risk of type 2 diabetes.

Not only are such foods associated with a 40-66 per cent increased risk of heart disease-related death, obesity, and sleep problems, and a 22 per cent increased risk of depression, they are likely shortening lives.

Higher consumption of ultra-processed food meant that there was a 21 per cent greater risk of death overall, from any cause, according to the study.

While the report found “limited evidence” of a link between such foods and breast cancer, pancreatic cancer and prostate cancer, it found “direct associations with a risk of colorectal cancer.”

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could u maybe write how Sun and Moon would handle a best friend with depression having a bad ‘can’t get out of bed’ type of day? I know this is a bit heavy so it’s ok if u don’t wanna write it ❤️

No you're good! I've had a fair few of those days myself, no fun whatsoever, so it's nice to have a little hurt/comfort to write and read later. Also I'm so, so sorry this took so long Nonnie, as an apology I poured in all the cute I had in the writing kitchen

TW: Implied depression, err platonic cuddling? Technically no romance (although I'm gonna come clean and admit I originally missed the "best friend" bit sgshjs so sorry again Nonnie) it's supposed to be platonic, but you could read it as romance if ya fancy. Annnnd I think that's it!

Hey Moony :) For the most part, everything's going swell! Only… a couple of things going on. Javier had to go home early, he had a liiii-ttle bit too much Fizzy Faz and got sick (it's been all cleaned up now though, don't worry.)

The other thing is about our friend. I think they're upset. Can you check on them, Moony? They just kept saying they're fine, but I don't think they are :(

Moon let his gaze linger on the note in his hands a moment longer, a twinge of concern sparking through his wires and tightening his chest.

He folded the note with nimble fingers and tucked it inside the hidden pocket of his pants, before reaching up and pulling the spare blanket he'd come for off the creaky shelving, gaze sweeping across the inventory for something that might help if something was wrong.

A glint of light caught Moon's attention from the floor as he padded sideways, and he stopped to consider it. Well… worth a try. Better than anything else in here.

After plucking the object off the floor, he exited the storage closet with rolled blankets pinned under his arms, silently nudging the disguised door shut behind him with a slippered foot.

Despite the bells, Moon had gotten good at being sneaky, and the children were not alerted to his presence, allowing him to add the new blankets to the nap area without interruption.

He snuck glances over at you from where you sat, surrounded by the little ones and with a large storybook open on your lap. Even with his night vision, he couldn't quite make out your face, but the abnormal lack of enthusiasm in your voice only made his worry grow. There was variation between characters, enough to keep the children enraptured, but it carried a distinct tiredness behind it, and Moon wanted nothing more than to swaddle you up and take you somewhere nice and cozy.

"Mr. Moon?"

A whisper in the dark and a tug at his pant leg caught his attention, and he peered down at the tot that had snuck up on him, starry fabric clutched in her hand.

"Hello, little Kiera. Is everything okay?" Moon crouched and tilted his faceplate, the girl's curious expression bathed in blue light.

Kiera nodded, then gave a toothy smile and pointed at the blanket he'd just set down. "Can I be a shoo-shi roll?"

Moon let out a quiet chuckle and booped her nose affectionately, pleased at the giggle it caused. "Of course you can." In Moon's experience, nothing quite put a smile on a human's face like watching other humans be silly. And fifty giggling human children wrapped up in blankets was certainly a very silly sight. Not to mention adorable.

Kiera laid down on the blanket, cheeks puffed out as a result of trying- and failing- to contain her laughter, and Moon began to roll her up, an amused noise of his own slipping out.

"How's that? Not too tight?" Moon asked once he was finished, and Kiera shook her head quickly.

"It's perfect! I'm a swordfish!"

Moon's frame shook with nigh-silent laughter as he scooped her up under his arm, gently shushing her when she squealed in delight. "You certainly are. Now, shall we go get your brother?"

"Yea! He can be a tuna! And Lisa can be a crab, annnd Victor can be a salmon, and…"

Moon had timed it just right so that you had finished the story upon their arrival, and as he predicted, within seconds of spotting Kiera happily being toted around as a tuna roll, every last child had also wanted to be transformed into sushi.

It didn't take much longer than that to get the children to sleep- Moon could personally attest to how comfortable being rolled up into a blanket was, having tried it himself out of curiosity- and he was able to make his way over to you where you were sat in the beanbag, completely still apart from where your thumb softly stroked the gilded spine of the closed book you looked down upon.

Upon his approach, you blinked, then raised your head slowly. The lingering worry that had been ever-present jumped to a full on buzz of concern when he caught a glimpse of just how tired you looked before you smiled. But it didn't quite reach your eyes, the usual lively gleam gone.

"Hello, Starlight." Moon whispered, slipping his hand into his pocket to pull out the object he'd plucked from the storage closet. "Sunny said you seemed upset. Penny for your thoughts?"

Your attention flickered to the copper coin he held pinched between silicone fingers and thumb, and you huffed in quiet amusement after a moment.

"Ah, you know him. He's always worried." You offered him a small smile, then turned your gaze back to the book. Moon hesitated, then slipped the coin back in his pocket. That wasn't a denial, but you clearly didn't want to talk about it either. Hm.

"M-Moony?" Your eyes widened as Moon flopped down beside you and pulled you into his embrace, his front pressed to yours, faceplate gently nuzzling the top of your head while his arms cradled you close.

"Is this okay?" He murmured, long fingers woven in your hair pausing their slow scratching.

"I- yeah, but, the kids-"

"The little ones are fine, fast asleep. They all had a Moondrop before their nap."

You were silent, but you moved in closer, arms winding around him, and he resumed gently rubbing circles on the back of your head.

A muffled noise caught his attention, and he paused briefly to listen. It came again, slightly more audible this time, and again, now accompanied by your body beginning to tremble and shake in his arms. Oh, Starlight.

"It's okay. Let it out. I've got you." Moon murmured, shifting to let you in more as you squeezed at him.

"I-I'm sorry." Came the choked reply after a minute, and he shook his head above you.

"You've nothing to be sorry for."

"But I- I'm crying all over your ruffles." You whispered, fingers flexing where they clutched at his shoulder, and Moon let out an amused hum.

"Starlight. Do you have any idea how much drool, vomit, and snot the Daycare accumulates on a daily basis?"

"Gross." He felt your brow furrow against his shoulder, but heard the short giggle you let out.

"Mmhmm. Tears are sanitary, at least. And-" His voice softened. "I meant it when I said there's no need to be sorry. But, you know you don't have to be so strong all the time. It's okay to not be okay."

"...I know." Your voice was quiet, cracking again. "I just- I didn't want to burden you two with my problems. You already have so much to deal with."

If Moon had a heart, it would certainly have shattered. Even on your bad days, you still held such care for others. Even others like him and Sun, literal machines designed to handle fifty children and all their problems. Of course, they were more than machines, and they did get stressed, thank you very much Corporate, but-

"Starlight, we adore you, you're our best friend. As far as we're concerned, your problems are our problems. You can always come and talk to us, about anything. You are not a burden." Moon moved his hand to rub your trembling back as he spoke, music box clicking to life within him.

For awhile, the two of you lay together without speaking, only the soothing chimes of the music box, Moon's machinery, and the sound of your breathing as it deepened and slowed filled the air, and the lunar animatronic became vaguely aware of slipping into a restful trance of his own.

But the disappointing, telltale clicks and whirs of the generators powering up soon roused him, and he focused blearily on his internal clock. Thirty minutes already?

"Starlight?" He began as the two of you slowly untangled yourselves. You looked up at him- definitely still tired, but the mood scan indicated you were content, at least. "Would you like to stay over tonight, for a sleepover in our room?"

"Oh." You looked surprised for a moment, then smiled, looking a bit like yourself again. "Yeah, I'd love to. Are you… sure it's okay?"

"Yes. I apologize that we didn't allow you to visit sooner, we just had to ensure it was clean… and there would be no issues for you to navigate up there." The distinct, loud whirs of the dial around his and Sun's room balcony reminded him to hurry, and he helped you to your feet. "I'll send you the route via your Fazwatch. And, Stardust?"

"Mm?"

"I'm glad you're here."

~~~~~

Sun perked up as he picked up on the sound of footsteps outside the secret entrance to his and Moon's room. Well, perked up more than he already was- he'd been bouncing around excitedly ever since he'd read Moon's note.

He leapt off the edge of the bed and swung the door open, and you only got a split second to look surprised before he was picking you up, giggling and nuzzling against you as he carried you in.

"Hello to you too!" You laughed, and Sun twirled you around, letting out a boisterous laugh of his own.

"Dewdrop! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" His rays fluttered and pulsed as he finally set you down on the bed, dropping to a crouch next to you and digging through a bag pre-placed at the foot of the bed. "Moony told me you weren't feeling well after all, so I got out my best sleepover supplies! I, ah, had to borrow some from the lost and found, but I'll return them tomorrow."

He pulled out a stack of dvds, placing them next to you and giving them a little pat, then turned back to the bag and pulled out some hot cocoa packets, a rolled up electric blanket- "no heating when the lights go out, but this should keep you warm until they come back on!" -and roughly thirty popcorn bags.

You slid off the bed and kneeled next to him, wrapping your arms as best you could around the large animatronic and burying your head in his chest, prompting him to let out a soft 'oh' and hug you back. "Thank you, Sunny."

"Of course." He whispered, squeezing you tight. "Can't have my Sunshine upset, hm? I'm prescribing allllll the cuddles."

"That sounds lovely." Sun heard you murmur, and he took that as his cue, easily scooping you up and carrying you onto to the bed.

"Then cuddles you shall have!" He declared, playfully growling as he wrapped his arms around you and rolled onto to the bed. It warmed every last part of him to hear you shriek with laughter, swatting at him and making him giggle too. You really were precious to him and Moon.

And he wanted you to know that, too, so even throughout the movie, and the second, and the third, even after you had fallen into what seemed to be a very peaceful, deep sleep halfway through, Sun made sure to hold you close under the warm blankets, periodically whispering quiet assurances and letting the sound of your heartbeat lull him to a rare rest.

#platonic #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #writing request

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thewordwideweb · 6 months

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Egg cream. No egg, no cream.

Today’s Word of the Day will focus on that drink of the gods, the sweet, satisfying beverage known as an “egg cream,” even though it contains neither egg nor cream.

As real aficionados know – and to be one of those, you have to have grown up or at least spent some time in Brooklyn or one of the other boroughs comprising New York City – a true egg cream contains just three ingredients: milk, seltzer and Fox’s U-Bet chocolate syrup. I could wax poetic about making sure the milk is ice cold and how you must bounce the seltzer off the back of a long spoon while stirring vigorously, but I’d just end up drooling on my keyboard, so I’ll restrain myself.

So why is it called an “egg cream” and why, since I’ve been enjoying this fizzy delight for seven decades, am I just deciding to write about it now? Well, because I had never heard this particular derivation theory before today.

Until now, I never knew that some folks believe “egg cream” is a corruption of the Yiddish “echt keem,” meaning (we’re told) “pure sweetness” (although I think the Yiddish word for sweetness is “ziskeyt”). I had heard many times the alternate theory that the drink was named for the frothy white foam that develops on top of the luscious libation, which kinda sorta resembles a beaten egg white.

Personally, I subscribe to Occam’s Razor, which postulates that the simplest solution or explanation is usually the best one. And in this case, the simplest explanation is that once upon a time, as early as the 1830s, folks were enjoying beverages that contained both eggs and cream, although they may not have been called egg creams.

There was a reference in the Hereford Journal in Hereford, England (which is about as far as you can get from Brooklyn) in 1838 to a recipe which called for the yolk of an egg, a spoonful of cream, and “if convenient” two drops of oil of cinnamon.

By 1897, the “American Druggist and Pharmaceutical Record” in New York City (now we’re talkin’!) had a recipe for an “egg cream” that included evaporated cream, egg yolk, vanilla extract and syrup. By 1914, the Los Angeles Times carried an ad for a variety of egg-based drinks, including “egg chocolate, egg cream, egg lemonade, egg coffee, egg flip, (and) egg phosphate.”

No matter how it got its name, it is without question an egg-cellent soda fountain treat!

#word of the day #words #language #humor #egg cream #brooklyn #soda fountain #fox's u-bet #seltzer #yummy

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omgpurplefattie · 7 months

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I finished the sixth chapter of "Detoxify", clocking in at 7.5 K for that chapter alone.

Karaoke night at Four Seasons Manor, first intermission

PoV Qing-er AKA Zhaoling-gongzhu

The first set of songs ended on this high note, and while the Scorpion put on much quieter canned music, everybody went to put away their old drinks, acquire new drinks, or donate to Shulin’s project. Both he and his partner, Peizhi, were extremely busy during the intermission. Mowen had referred to them by those old-fashioned nicknames, so that’s who they were now. They nun, the guy in green, and two other guys whom Qing-er already knew, a social justice lawyer and his TCM practitioner husband, helped with answering all the questions.

Qing-er realized she was no longer nervous but actually looked forward to singing for all these nice people; she couldn’t possibly be worse than their hosts. So she walked over to tell Mowen so, and to thank him again for helping her earlier.

The guy in green gave her a long look and a polite but lop-sided smile; she felt she’d met him somewhere, too. “Hello,” she said, to cover up that she had no idea who he was. His green clothes were actually a pair of so-called harem pants with a tribal pattern, and a loose tee-shirt with a stylized lotus on the chest; he was most likely another TCM practitioner, qigong teacher, or something of that kind.

Mowen put away the cheque he’d been given and came over to offer her more baijiu from his bottle, but the guy in green interfered. “Excuse me, Miss Zhao, but I’m sure that wouldn’t be a good idea; his baijiu takes itself quite seriously. Here, have one of these.”

He gave her a bottle hidden underneath the table that contained, as per the rather plain label, sparkling kombucha with a herbal infusion, dark and opaque with matcha. “Shulin makes those,” he said. “Not enough to pass around, really, but I guess it’ll be good for you. Keeps one sane and upright in this madhouse. Can you take these other two to A-Fei? He’s by the stage, on the left side, taping the cables back on yet again. He’s supposed to perform at least three more times, so he needs some sane and upright. I’m afraid Wen-laoban keeps filling him up with beer.”

“You are crazy,” Peizhi told him, for whatever reason, as he handed her two more bottles of the stuff. Apparently, the supply of Shulin’s pick-me-up was strictly limited.

She nodded, and made her way through the crowd towards the stage. The green guy had opened her own bottle, and she tried it while she walked. It was great -- powerfully flowery, carried by the deep green taste of the matcha and the natural fizzy sweetness of the kombucha. If that drink was home-made by Shulin, it was probably very medicinal and came only in very small batches.

“Are you A-Fei?” she asked the denim-clad behind sticking out from underneath the stage. The man called out something to a little helper that was, apparently, crawling underneath the stage for him, then came out and looked up at her.

“The guy in green asked me to bring you these,” she said, thrusting the bottles at him. “He thinks Wen-laoban is giving you too much beer.”

He grinned, with teeth. This close up, she could see he was quite old, at least thirty, but rather handsome in a mature way. The guy in green was definitely prettier.

“Great qinggong, though,” she said. “And great singing voice. I think somebody said you’d perform some more?”

He nodded. “I’m on again when this break ends, and I’m still sorting cables. They should just let me go kill the sound guys. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

He stuck his head back underneath the stage. “A meter to the left I think!” he shouted to his invisible little helper.

Qing-er wandered on, sipping on her artisanal super-rare kombucha as she went.

#mysterious lotus casebook #city au #modern au #li lianhua #di feisheng #shulin #i am writing

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fantasycorrupted · 4 months

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"Ah! I've got something for you. Just wanted to drop this off and wish you all the best for the festive season!" ((For the Corbeau sibs))

"What coincidence. We helped K make edible presents this year, too." Stefan's face lights up at the sight of all the treats. So much candy!! Of course they will all split it. But he can't wait to try it.

"Thank you, Pari!" Luceus seems the most impatient to open the box of shortbread and stuff a piece in his mouth... instead he decides to wait until someone else opens it. As Kamael and Marion are carrying over a box that smells like freshly-baked cookies and chocolate, Lyle, Brennan and Benjamin help the other two bring out another box.

"Merry Christmas, Pari! We all made you some treats this year. We split into two teams. We hope you like all the stuff!" Like the smell suggests, Kamael's box is full of cookies with chocolate, and the other box contains a bag of fizzy cherries, banana jelly candy and a box of black tea. "We found a new kind of that tea we hadn't tried before, an Earl Grey with a twist. Hope you like it!"

@the-expatriate

#( asks. )#( answered. )#stefan;#luceus;#kamael;#the-expatriate

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ask-healthy-light · 2 years

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Morning: Starshine Nova is a pony whom you have known as the "popular prankster and trouble maker." She is a bothersome loud, boasting mare, yet here she lives with me in my own house. Ponies have spread rumors that starshine is hard as a rock and there is no such light whatsoever inside that "dead heart " of hers.

Though, they seem to be right, there's more to Starshine than meets the eye. I, as per researching her old life after I accidentally found her diary and orphanage photos, as well as high school photos, some edited by a marker such that I can't make out their faces, and most written.

Starshine was.. broken on the inside, actually...

Buried Past - Part 1

Before you read: Please be careful, as this story could contain triggering content. If you wish to avoid it, please feel free to filter and avoid this story. - Mod

"I was just cleaning the attic, moving some boxes that had been there since, basically, forever, to make room for the chairs that we had just bought new replacements for. Starshine was even helping to move things around. Without her help, it would have taken a lot longer to finish, and on more than one occasion, while my back was turned, she prevented a box from falling."

"One of these times, far in the back of the attic, gathering dust next some of the last things we needed to move, there was a pile of boxes that I hadn't seen before. As I was moving the boxes, I tripped, and the box I was carrying fell over and spilled its contents, a couple of books and a few small boxes, over the floor. I gathered them up and put them back, and that's when I noticed."

"From one of the boxes, that apparently wasn't closed properly, a picture slipped out; a group of many young colts and fillies, all in near identical clothing, standing in front of a building that I also didn't recognise. When I flipped over the picture, I noticed that there was some writing on the back, but most of it had been covered by dark marker, and was unreadable."

"I didn't think much of it, and I thought it was a picture of the previous inhabitants or something. I had nearly placed the picture back, when I noticed something, and I took a closer look. I needed a moment, but then, standing close to the side, I saw a filly who looked an awful lot like Starshine. I noticed the faces some of the foals next to her were covered by marker."

"I also saw the faces of the older Ponies, standing to the sides, and they were also covered, just like the foals, and the text on the back. Looking further into the box, I found more photos, and it became easier to find Starshine with every photo, as she got older, and the faces of more and more Ponies were marked over, making her stand out. One older Pony, I did recognise, fortunately."

"On one of the photos, the name of the building was just visible, or at least, part of it was, but I took a piece of paper and wrote it down. For now, as we were still busy, I put the photos and the books away, and covered the box, then headed downstairs, where I found Starshine in the kitchen. She was loudly drinking a fizzy drink from a can, and burped loudly after she finished."

"I wanted to ask her about the photos, about the books, but I decided against it, for now. I made a little excuse and told her I was heading out to the shops to get groceries, though I was planning to do more than that. She just said 'fine', and crushed the can against her head before she zipped out through the window, going to Celestia knows where…"

"Even though it was Saturday, I headed to the home of a teacher who lives in town, and asked if I could ask her about some things I felt could be important. I guess she noticed I was worried about something, and she invited me in, and asked me what I wanted to know. I slid the piece of paper towards her, and when she saw it, her eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the teapot."

"She looked downward with such a painful gaze that even I felt it in my chest. Something was seriously wrong. She then looked at me with tears in her eyes, and as she tried to dry her tears, she asked me what I wanted to know, and I explained that I found my friend, Starshine, on a couple of photos, with the faces of most other Ponies covered and unrecognisable."

"Eventually, almost all of them, except for Starshine herself, and for the teacher, Miss Cheerilee, were coloured over. On just one of the pictures, I could vaguely make out the name of the building they stood in front of, and I headed to her after writing down the name. I asked her if she could tell me anything, as I was curious. She looked between the paper and me, and she cried, and said:"

"Th-that building, those P-Ponies… S-so much… Pain…"

(Thanks for reading part 1 of this request story! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send in an ask!)

Featuring: Morning Mist and Starshine Nova from @ask-light-rain-and-buds

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 [Finale]

#bonus #buried past #my little pony #writing #oc #morning mist #starshine nova #cheerilee

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shop-cailey · 4 months

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youtube

GBC - TV STUDIOS - PRESENTS - GBC - MUSIC

GBC - SUBSTITUTES - YOUTUBE - BY - GOOGLE

SUBMIT - VIDEOS - SHORT - LONG - BUT - THE

LONGER - MORE - VIDEO - NO - LONGER FREE

AD - FREE - THOSE - WHO - WANT - 2 - DO ADS

MUST - DO - SO - IN - VIDEO - FORM

GBC - MUSIC

TONGUES - 4 - ENTRY

LEGAL - PERMISSION

BARBIE - WORLD

BARBIE - ASIA

WE’RE - DOING - ABOVE - AS - NEW - ANIMATION

KOREAN - STARS - AS - BARBIE - DOLLS

BARBIE - COMICS

HOW - FUN - WE’RE - USING - OUR OWN - VOICES

IU - 5′4 FT - AS - BARBIE - DOLLS

COUTURE - AND - DESIGNER - CLOTHES

BUT - WE’RE - SELLING - CHEAP - NO - FEAR

DEMOCRATIC - PARTY

DEMOCRATS

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READ - GOOGLE - SEARCH

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BACKPACKS - GONE

US PATENT - BY - ANOTHER - AMERICAN MILITARY

OFFICER - USING - METAL - SO - HANDS - FREE - 2

MOVIE - THEATRES - ALSO

VIOLATE - 4TH - AMENDMENT

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IN - AMENDMENTS - AND - CONSTITUTION

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WINE - SCIENTIST - CHRISTOPHER MERRET

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INVENTED - CHAMPAGNE - ALSO - A - KIND

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HOW - 2 - CONTROL - CARBON - DIOXIDE - SO

AS - 2 - NOT - EXPLODE - THEIR - BOTTLES - 2

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30 YEARS - EARLIER - THAN FRANCE

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TRIPLETS - QUINTETS

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INVOLVED - 4 - LAUNDRY

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LEAVING - MY - SOLAR - COMPUTERS

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paulinecordiner · 5 months

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What a great day out Fizzy the Fairy and I had yesterday at the brand new library at Greyhope School and Community Hub!

Aberdeen City Libraries had organised a visit for each of the Primary 1 classes who got a couple of stories and then received their Bookbug Bags containing 5 books, an activity book and colouring pencils. All part of Book Week Scotland and funded by the Scottish Book Trust!

The bairns had a story about an adventure and another story about a silly loon! But my favourite moment by far was....

"Jack, if someone gives you something like that, you need to carry it home underneath your..."

"OXTER!"

For those of you that dinna spik Doric, that means your armpit. It's one of my favourite words and I was gey chuffed to have it shouted out!

Fizzy and I had a right nosey round the new library and facilities - which are so brand new, they (along with the school) only opened on the 1st November!

In fact we were so busy enjoying telling stories and having a nosey round that I forgot to take a photo - so you'll have to make do with an old one

#storytelling #aberdeen storyteller #grampian storyteller #aberdeen storytelling #aberdeenshire storyteller #grampian storytelling #aberdeenshire storytelling #scotland #puppets #book week scotland #bookbug #aberdeen city libraries #scottish book trust #torry #aberdeen #greyhope

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sohamdigi · 11 months

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Effervescent Hydration Tablets: The Ultimate Solution for Rehydration

Introduction

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Opt for flavors that you enjoy, as it will encourage regular consumption and promote hydration.

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Conclusion

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#effervescent hydration tablets #rehydration effervescent tablet

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dudemanauthor · 1 year

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Bigger Together

Author's Note: This one is kinda sorta a prequel to Stuck together, since it's the same premise but with different characters, and that one was pretty good, so I'm not surprised that people liked this one.

As Raven staggered out of Team STRQ’s dorm bathroom in her long red tank top and black short shorts, barely awake and her hair moderately tamed, she was surprised to find Summer in both still in the extra-long white t-shirt she slept in, and digging around under her bed, pulling out box after bag after container of food, making a veritable mountain of snacks next to her. Taking full advantage of the opportunity to scare the living daylights out of Summer, Raven snuck up to her. Summer didn’t notice Raven’s approach, so she gave Summer a little nudge on the rear. That got Summer’s attention as she let out a yelp, before bumping her head on the underside of her bed.

“Hah, gotcha,” Raven said smugly.

“Ugh, you’re the worst,” Summer groaned, shuffling out from under the bed and rubbing her sore head.

“That wasn’t what you were saying last night,” Raven said with a flirty smirk. “Anyway, what’s with all the food? You preparing for the apocalypse?” Summer let out a nervous laugh.

“Heh, not exactly. I’m… uh… can you promise not to tell the boys?” Summer asked quietly, not that she needed to, with her and Raven being the only two in the room. Raven shrugged.

“Your secret’s safe with my indifference. Now what’s up?” Raven asked.

“Okay, so, uh, I sometimes like eating tons of food for fun and getting temporarily fat,” Summer said, nerves making her speak faster than usual. There was a moment of quiet as Summer winced in anticipation of Raven’s response, but no response came. When Summer looked up, she saw a blank look on Raven’s face. “Uh, Rae? I was kind of expecting a reaction from saying that.”

“That’s… a thing people do? You can do that here?” Raven asked, her face turning into an expression of complete bafflement.

“Uh, yeah? I mean, watch this,” Summer said as she grabbed a small bottle with a neon pink fizzy liquid inside and a donut. She took a swig from the bottle and stuffed the donut in her mouth. Raven didn’t notice anything, and raised her eyebrow to ask a silent question. Summer seemed to pick up what the question was soon enough as she put the bottle down. “Oh, right, should show you it worked, shouldn’t I?” she said as she lifted her shirt up to just below her chest. Raven quickly noticed the hint of pudge on Summer’s belly as it hung over her plain black panties. “So, wanna try it out?” Summer asked as she put her shirt down.

“I’ve never had a chance to eat this much food at once, let alone get fat. Of course, I’ll do it,” Raven answered, starting to get a little worked up.

“Awesome!” Summer cheered as she sat down on the bed, patting a spot for Raven. “Oh, before I forget, you should probably ditch the shorts if you wanna wear them ever again,” Summer quickly mentioned.

“You just wanna get me naked, don’t you?” Raven teased.

“Of course I do, but this isn’t related to that,” Summer responded earnestly. Raven shrugged and off the shorts went, with her tank top just being long enough to keep her decent if she was careful. She then carefully sat down and had her own swig of the neon pink liquid. As it went down her throat and into her stomach, she grimaced at the sickly-sweet taste. “Oh yeah, it’s an acquired taste. Probably should’ve mentioned that fir…” Before Summer could carry on, Raven moved like a woman possessed, reaching for snacks and piling them into her mouth at incredible speeds. Not wanting to be left out, Summer shrugged and began her own feeding frenzy.

Within a minute of constant eating, with barely enough time to breathe, the effects were very visible for both young women. For Summer, her gains were mostly focused around her belly and rear, going from completely hidden by her shirt, to just barely pressing against the fabric, to making her shirt ride up as her round and soft belly pushed it up and up as it grew out, revealing her widening hips and ballooning rear. Summer’s breasts did still fill out, but they were dwarfed by the rest of her growth. Raven, on the other hand, had a slightly more balanced growth. Raven’s growth gave her a thick, stocky build with an emphasis on her breasts that stretched her tank top tight very quickly. Raven used one hand to clumsily take it off while the other kept feeding her food, revealing her bare and increasingly blubbery body.

Before long, the pair were getting huge. Summer’s belly had filled her wide lap and was beginning to spill over. Raven’s breasts were each the size of her head, and would have hung low enough to touch her lap if not for the hefty belly they were resting on. Both of them had gotten wide enough that they would probably struggle with any doors in the near future, with Summer’s mammoth rear outdoing Raven’s. Then, most unfortunately, the pair had run out of food, snapping the two of them out of their feeding frenzy.

“Oh, heh, wow, I didn’t even notice how quickly we ate all of that,” Summer said, still a little dazed. Raven, on the other hand, switched her attention to her own enlarged body. She savoured every millimetre that her hands sunk into her dense, thick fat. The fat was at its densest around her meaty thighs, softening slightly at her flabby belly, before becoming feather soft with her gargantuan breasts, her own groping fingers sinking in deep. Jealous of Raven’s self-love, Summer decided to make herself impossible to ignore, since apparently being big enough to jam a doorway still meant she could be ignored. Summer carefully hauled herself up to her feet, her rapidly and majorly increased making it difficult to rise and difficult to stay on balance, especially with her massive belly pulling her centre of balance way forward. That belly, Summer noticed, was conveniently large enough to keep her decent below the waist, while the shirt that was holding on for dear life keep her comparatively small breasts covered up. As she got up, she brought her belly well into Raven’s personal space. When that wasn’t enough, Summer went all the way and belly bumped Raven right in the face. To Raven, it was like being hit in the face with a very large marshmallow, a sensation new enough to her to get her attention. She shook out of her self-lust induced haze and looked up at the pale globe in front of her, before leaning in and gently beginning to caress Summer’s giant belly.

“Aw, I’m sorry for not paying attention to you, you big, beautiful woman,” Raven cooed in a moment that Summer thought was a little bit out of character for Raven, but Summer certainly wasn’t about to pass up a little extra affection from Raven. Summer let out a little giggle as Raven began to plant gentle little kisses all over her globular belly.

“That’s okay sweetie, I still love you. Tai and Qrow definitely would’ve overtaken you if you kept ignoring me, though,” Summer said in a sweet and quiet voice. That got Raven to pick up the pace, before a thought gave her a moment to pause.

“So, how’re we meant to fuck if we’re this big?” Raven asked bluntly. The pause in kisses certainly didn’t make her hands go idle, still caressing Summer’s soft fat gut.

“It’ll go better than anything we can do to ourselves,” Summer said, “And believe me, I’ve tried. It’s awkward, kinda satisfying, and it’ll leave you freakin’ exhausted.” As if on cue, Summer let out a nice long yawn. “Oh, geez, speaking of exhausted, maybe it can wait for another time. All that eating really took a lot of energy,”

“Wow, that sounds like an incredibly lazy…” Raven started, before being interrupted by a yawn with impeccable timing.

“Ha, now who’s lazy?” Summer teased, before another yawn snuck out.

“Ugh, that drink we had could do with some improvements. Being so sleepy really takes the fun out of this,” Raven thought out loud, before laying back on the bed. “Still, I guess the boys are gonna have a hell of a sight if they come in.”

“Eh, they’ve seen us naked before,” Summer said nonchalantly as she lay down, carefully pulling a manoeuvre that could put her in a position to actually fit on the bed. She settled on a position that basically turned her belly into a weighted blanket for Raven, while she rested her head on one of Raven’s pillowy breasts. “Heh, gonna nap on your titty,” Summer said in a cutesy voice. Before she could begin waiting for a response, she heard a loud snore from Raven. Summer shrugged. She had what she wanted, so it was definitely nap time.

#chubby!rwby #weight gain #stuffing

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