#but uppies are worth it

[ffsg0jo]

boynextdoor! choso who you've had a mini crush on ever since you saw him move in with his two brothers yuuji and sukuna. yuuji is the 5-year-old who is just the sweetest ray of sunshine, and sukuna (kuna) is the grumpy undergrad whose name you only know because of yuuji's incessant need for 'uppies'. you don't know much about choso, though, except that he's the eldest, is always working to pay for the bills/rent, and is scarcely home.

boynextdoor! choso, who invites you over for dinner a couple of days after moving in to get to know you a little better and introduce him and his family. you notice the lack of parents, but you don’t say anything or bring it to attention, seeing first-hand how hard choso works as you help him with all the dishes he cooked, and as sukuna sets the table. immediately, yuuji is smitten by you (and you, him) constantly trying to get your attention and talking to you about his new friend called gumi, your shared neighbour's son. choso watches you with yuuji in your arms while you're animatedly talking to his baby brother. the genuine interest you show in what yuuji says makes his heart pitter patter.

(sukuna is quiet throughout the whole affair, only speaking when spoken to and even then keeping it prompt, but he notices the way choso looks at you when you're not watching and vice versa. you’re kind, polite, and seemingly loving. you could be good for his older brother; he thinks to himself.)

boynextdoor! choso, who knocked on your door and asked if you wanted him to take the trash outside your door to the big bins since he's throwing out his own as well on the second week they moved in. your face heated up, and you swooned at his thoughtfulness as you shyly nodded, adding if it's not too much trouble for him. ever since then, he's assumed the role of taking out your trash, making sure to dispose of all the rubbish in the appropriate bins. does it make him a little late to work? yes. but the look on your face when he first asked was worth it.

boynextdoor! choso, who secretly tries to find excuses to see you more and more often in his busy schedule. he caught a glimpse of you through your window when first moving in, and he can't get enough of you ever since. whether it's bringing round some 'extra' cookies, he's baked for sukuna and yuuji or asking if you'd like to join them for dinner again. you've never really taken him up on that offer, though, worried about intruding, and he's almost on the verge of begging you, insisting you could never.

boynextdoor! choso who bakes the best cookies and muffins. you're half convinced he's lying to you, and he's just bought them from the local bakery. but you've seen the evidence through the window directly opposite yours, with little yuuji chasing both of his brothers round the kitchen with tiny fistfuls of flour. it's the first time you've seen choso smile so brightly, and something in your heart melts. even sukuna is tame and soft in the presence of his older brother, you've noted.

boynextdoor! choso whose brothers notice the badly hidden crush he has on the cutie next door. (yes, it's gotten so obvious that even little yuuji recognises the fact that big bro really wants to be your friend). he works so hard for them, and he deserves happiness, so it's in his best interest when both knuckleheads (mainly sukuna) put their heads together and start plotting and devising a plan to try and get you both together. they've seen the longing in both of your eyes and are sure it'll work.

boynextdoor! choso who knocks on your door at 4 something am in the morning whilst you're half asleep asking if you could babysit yuuji. his shift starts two hours, and he needs to leave in one, and sukuna is nowhere to be seen. he's so apologetic, and he promises to make it up to you however you want. you see the bags under his eyes and the heart-breaking frown on his face, and you immediately agree. yuuji's a delight anyway, and you'd be more than happy to.

(yuuji is gently woken up by his big bro before he leaves, who explains what's happened. he smiles a wide, sleepy smile and is excited to spend time with you, ready to set his and sukubros plan into motion. but first, he needs another nap and some cuddles.)

(choso is forever grateful for the angel of a brother yuuji is. it balances out sukuna for sure.)

boynextdoor! choso, who seems to talk about you a lot, and how beautiful you are. at least according to yuuji. yuuji says sometimes big bro sees you outside from the kitchen window whilst he's cooking and looks at you with a smile. a smile yuuji's only seen him give to two other people, but other big bro said that choso wants to crush you? he doesn't understand why because you're really lovely to yuuji and to everyone in general and you play with him and let him take pictures on your phone and secretly let him have his dessert with his meal. anyways if big bro tries to crush you, don't worry, you've got yuuji to protect you!

(his words make you blush at the implication as you realise what yuuji means.)

boynextdoor! choso who comes back from his long shift to you and yuuji napping on his couch. he’s exhausted, but the sight of you two together warms his heart, and he suddenly finds himself with bucketloads of energy. he gets started on making dinner for you all whilst you’re napping, and he hopes that you’ll stay this time. halfway through prepping, he hears a door open and a worse for wear sukuna stumbles in with a hard look on his face. quietly, sukuna joins his brother, muttering a small apology and washing his hands before taking over on chopping the onions. the two cook in silence, knowing that sukuna would open up when he’s ready.

boynextdoor! choso who gently nudges you awake when they’re finished cooking. at first, you think you’re dreaming with an angelic looking choso hovering above you. but then you cringe, feeling the drool on your cheek, wiping it away quickly, praying choso never noticed. (he most definitely did, but he found it incredibly endearing). he thanks you profusely and insists on you joining them for dinner. you’re glad you did because there’s just something so sweet about the three brothers interacting with each other. even sukuna lightly jokes around and teases little yuuji at the dinner table, trying to get him to eat all his veggies.

boynextdoor! choso, who keeps trying to pay you for looking after yuuji when you’re about to leave. you refuse knowing that his family needs it more, plus you’re more than happy to look after yuuji, he’s an angel. choso still insists, adamant on paying you and only shuts up when you tell choso to take you out on date instead, emboldened by everything yuuji’s told you. choso short circuits, blushing furiously. he nods, unable to form words, and stutters out an ‘i’ll text you’. you turn around and leave, and choso is still rooted to the spot, replaying your words in his head. it’s only when he’s giggling and kicking his legs in bed that he suddenly realises he doesn’t have your number. oh well, it’s just another excuse to see you then.

(sukuna witnesses the whole thing and is lowkey mad because he spent all that time planning and plotting for no reason. he hears choso’s giggles through the thin walls, though, and fights back a smile. to hell with his plans.)

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

#🌻.sunspell #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk choso #choso kamo #kamo choso #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso x reader #kamo choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #jjk writing #sukuna ryomen #yuuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu choso #🌻.fluff #🌻.jjk

[karmaphone]

oh new grammatical mistake I've never seen. instant blinding rage

#the word you're looking for is 'rigid' not 'ridged' you mean that it is inflexible not that it has a hard edge or sticky uppy part #also ***** baby this is not. not worth the instant blinding rage what's up w that

[playroom-sekaii]

CG VBS Kaito hcs for a friend :D

(Him with the vbs babies ^w^)

• The dad ever oh my God

• Gives all of them the silliest nicknames that either make them giggle or blush each time

• Sneaks them sweets a lot (Meiko is very annoyed by this)

• I don't know how else to word it but he's kind of like Bandit/Bluey's dad when it comes to games, they're ridiculous but he gets very into them, sometimes more than the kiddos himself

• So many uppies for all of them, but especially Kohane, she's so light that he can carry her on his back while doing basically anything

• Kohane loves games like hide and seek, or being given "horsey rides", and Kaito is always willing to provide anything of that sort she desires. Anything his little ones want they get!

• He works extra hard to make sure he doesn't scare or overstimulate her when she's little, he knows her anxiety is worse in this headspace and he wants his little mouse to feel safe!

•An loves helping at the Virtual Singers' café when she's small, and Kaito loves letting her do so! She's his little assistant, adding toppings to drinks and making sure all the pancakes are extra fluffy! It can get a little messy though, and usually the two of them are too busy enjoying their snacks to remember to clean up without Meiko reminding them >-<

• She likes it when he plays with her hair! Even if he's not the best at it, she still likes it! Mr. Kaito makes her look so silly and fun!

• Works extra hard to make sure she feels seen and paid attention to, since that wasn't a constant when she was a kid. Every word she says he's on the edge of his seat, he'll drop everything if she says she wants to show him something, she's singing? Standing ovation this'll surpass RAD WEEKEND (she's like five rn)

• Doing his best to be the greatest CG possible for Akito, not only because he knows how insecure he can be about his regression and how rough his home life can be, but also because of Kaito's greater connection to Aki's true feelings. Knows all of the little ways to make him regress (ruffling his hair, saying he's proud of him, calling him sport or kiddo, etc), Akito is grumpy whenever he manages to make him slip at first but he's grateful deep down.

• One of the few that Akito is truly open about his needs or wants with when small, even if he's a bit grumpy about it. Kaito's nothing but supportive though, and wants to help him get more comfortable with it.

• Loves playing games with him, especially soccer. When Akito's on the older end of his age range he'll put up a real fight but when he's littler Kaito usually lets him win so he doesn't have a grumpy tantrum-

• Since Toya's the littlest of the vbs kids when he's small, Kaito feels that he has to protect him the most. He's just a baby that deserves a proper chance at a good childhood! (Toya called him "Papa" once and now he'd kill for him)

• Always ready to make cookies or warm milk for this little guy! He managed to find some bottles in the café, and is working to find new flavored milks and such to make for Toya to see if he'll like them (he does, but regular chocolate milk will always be his favorite)

• Toya has fallen asleep on his lap so many times before, but it's worth it! It means he's feeling truly safe and small! Who cares if he can't feel his legs! It's for the baby!

• Sometimes when he's working with his DJ equipment he'll let Toya sit on his lap and play with them, pressing the buttons with a wide-eyed fascinated look on his face. Now he's just like Papa! Kaito's so proud.

#the person i wrote this for has toya bias but i tried not to make that fact too obvious lol #project sekai agere #vocaloid agere #kaito #kaito vocaloid #vivid bad squad #kohane azusawa #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #mine ♡

[suitov]

Junko: I haven't done enough drugs to deal with those clowns and you're just lazing about. You ringlead for once.

Izuru, lying on the floor: No.

Junko: Get out there and give those pathetic pantystains something to keep them occupied.

Izuru: Can't move.

Junko, raising a foot: I never did get you back for that stom-- ahaha! Dumb idiot really ran off!

Mukuro: You can stomp on me if you need to.

----

Sonia: We shall bring this plan to Junko forthwith and earn her praise!

Izuru: Terrible plan. You have no clue how to deploy untrained, manic, semi-delusional civilians.

Sonia: Oh. It is... you.

Fuyuhiko: We're gonna send some canon fodder to throw the hostages off the tow--

Izuru: She says you must all gather chickens. Live ones.

Mikan: ,,,ccsgfzssfds,,,

Sonia: Chickens.

Izuru: She plans to insert bombs in them and smuggle them into the academy.

Fuyuhiko: In chickens.

Izuru: She says nobody will believe a chicken could be the culprit.

Sonia: Bombs in chickens.

Izuru: They must resemble the school birds. Find them immediately.

Mikan: ,,,,,shgewrell loobe eme fif i ghet herrthe beat chinniins,,,,

Kazuichi: I mean, I guess I could scoop out the insides and make them trigger remotely? What's in a chicken anyway? Just a bunch of eggs, right? Aaaaaand he's gone.

Fuyuhiko: I'm despairin' real hard right now.

----

Nagito: I didn't want to say anything, but the hostages... most of them, other than Naegi I suppose, are too valuable to discard before the time's right.

Izuru: Unlike you.

Nagito: Oh, if she'd discard me, I'd be so -- so something! Despair and hope in one! Like nori and rice!

Izuru: You don't matter enough to have your fate consciously considered.

Nagito: I'm well awa--

Nagito: Where are you taking me?

Izuru: I just said you aren't worth any consideration. I am going for a walk and I happen to be carrying you.

Nagito: Yes, sir.

Izuru: Simply because I have not wasted the effort to put you down.

Nagito: I'm always down, sir, you know that.

Izuru: Incorrect. You are uppies.

#despair era #kamukoma #junko enoshima #izuru kamukura #mukuro ikusaba #kazuichi soda #sonia nevermind #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #mikan tsumiki #nagito komaeda

[m1lkteaboi]

HE'S HERE. YUKI WANTS UPPIES!

I crawled out of depression just to draw this. 😵 Was worth it.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanart #fanart #fan art #digital art #f1 love #yt22 #yuki tsunoda #tsunoda yuki #chibi #my art #crawling out of depression #back from the dead #digital aritst #little drawing #hes baby your honor

[neonponders]

Part 14 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍿

Part 13

(Part 9′s art 🌹) ( pt. 7′s art 🧁)

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Robin’s eyes alighted on the pair striding into the video store. She finished with the only customer in the store fast - and a bit rudely - but it’s not like they worked for tips. Max held the door for them on their way out, and Robin and Steve crowded Billy to take the lid off the box.

“Hey, little man,” Steve cooed. “What’s going on?”

Little Steve yanked on his seat belt ribbon and ran to little Billy’s bed. “His tummy uppy, Stevie! Hewlp!”

His hair bobbed over his eyes as he looked up at big Billy. “What did they eat? Did they eat anything weird?”

Billy’s voice rumbled from his chest as he guarded, “He got a taste of carbonation.”

“Carb- like a soda?” Then Steve’s face went blank with realization. “You didn’t let him drink beer, did you?”

“He got a sip before I could stop him.”

A small voice intercepted, “It’s my fawlt...”

Robin frowned. “I doubt this can be your fault.”

He fiddled with his fingers before holding up a hand. “I huwrt my hand. Big Biwwy let me hold his dwink to feewl bettewr. My Biwwy took a sip sip.”

Robin consoled, “It’s not your fault. Thing is, it’s no one’s fault. These things happen. I drank my mom’s wine and then ruined my grandma’s antique couch.”

Max, Billy, and Steve stared at her before the latter remarked, “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Max provided, “For what it’s worth, he didn’t really act any different. I mean...he really liked kicking stuff around, but he wasn’t drunk.”

Little Steve piped in, “His tummy is weally noisy!”

That had big Steve’s mouth relaxing into a silent, Oh...before he asked, “B, can I touch your belly?”

He got a whine as a response but he took the bedroom box and set it on the counter. Pulling on the ribbon to get it out of the way, he carefully touched all over Billy’s torso. “I think you’ve got gas.”

Little Steve asked, “What’s gas?”

Large Billy answered, “Bubbles.”

The former gasped. “Oh, Biwwy...”

Robin looked at Steve when he announced, “I have an idea. Turn the popcorn machine on.”

“Okay, why?”

“It vibrates and it’s warm.”

Max made a face. “Uh. Huh?”

Steve gestured the flat of his hand into the box. “B-Man needs to fart. What, have you never had to pass gas?”

“Old,” Robin accused from the other side of the video store.

“B-Man?” Billy smirked as he reached in and little Steve helped small Billy onto his palm.

Large Steve grabbed one of their comforters and put it on top of the popcorn machine. “This can get a little hot, but you’ll be safe as long as you’re on the bedding. I’m gonna massage your belly until the popcorn gets going.”

Small Billy whined as big Billy eased him onto the comforter, “Don’t pwess my tummy.”

Steve opened his mouth to reassure, but big Billy reassured, “We’re getting things moving. The bubbles staying still are causing the pain.”

The little one groaned but blinked softly as small Steve scooted himself under the blond head. “Piwwow, Biwwy. Big B and Stevies will take care of you.”

Steve found the small curve of little Billy’s lumbar and cushioned it while he eased the little guy onto his side and started pressing circles over his abdomen with a pinkie.

Small Steve asked, “Is it working?”

Large Billy hushed, “It’ll take a few minutes.”

That little mouth rolled into an anxious line, but he focused on petting the soft, dark blond hair.

Billy watched Steve cradling the little body with the utmost care - impressive, considering Steve touched six feet high and had the hands to match his size.

“Does this hurt?”

“Mm...um. A wittle.”

Steve expanded his circles. “Better?”

“Mmhm,” little Billy settled.

Steve could feel larger eyes on him. He glanced back at Max helping herself to gummy worms, and then looked at Billy, who inquired, “Where did you learn this?”

Steve shrugged and admitted, “Are you even lactose intolerant if you don’t relentlessly eat dairy? Instant gratification first, pain later.”

Billy chuckled and leaned down to slouch over the counter. “Your little guy seems to be doing fine, though.”

“He’s better at eating fruit and yogurt than yours is. I got his bowels on a schedule.”

“Ew, Steve,” Robin grimaced in passing. She handed Max a bottle of water and cracked open a ginger ale for herself. “But that does beg the question: what dietary stuff should we be warned about, on the lil man’s behalf?”

Max’s eyes lolled in their sockets, supremely bored. “Billy drinks beer all the time. He belches like a shitty dragon.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Robin concluded. “Lilly Billy doesn’t know how to burp.”

Big Billy intervened, “Keep it up with the names and your bike will disappear.”

“Careful,” she smiled. “The whole town knows your self esteem is in your car.”

Steve glared at them with the warning, “Children, please? This is basically a doctor’s office right now. Respect my patient.”

As if on cue, a high pitched sound plucked the air. They almost ignored it, except for little Steve giggling and chirping, “Toot.”

Big Steve smiled. “Progress.”

Max laughed and tore a gummy worm with her teeth while Robin congratulated, “One for luck, two for glory.”

“Ah!” little Steve startled when the first kernel blew.

“It’s about to get noisy,” big Steve reassured. “Hold onto him.”

Tall Billy’s eyes watched his little self reach up to reciprocate small Steve holding onto him as the machine started to rattle with popcorn commotion. Another too-toot! escaped his butt and he exhaled with palpable relief. Robin applauded but also warned, “You unlocked something.”

Steve laughed but disregarded, “Farts are harmless compared to the mayhem these two cause.”

He paused when Billy reached into his space, a careful finger rubbing small Steve’s back. “Thanks for looking after him, chipmunk.”

The way the Family Video lighting sparkled off of little Steve’s eyes, Billy wondered if he genuinely had tiny stars and planets in those big brown eyes. A big smile matched rose cheeks. “Welwcome, Biwwy! Biwwys will ahways be okay with Stevies awound.”

Billy’s eyes softly rolled onto Steve. “He’s really singing your sales pitch.”

Steve shook his head as if something were obvious. “I keep saying that I’m a hot commodity -”

Max barked, “Cool. Go out for burgers and bring me back a milkshake.”

“Maxine,” Billy growled.

Steve clipped, “B isn’t going anywhere near a fry until he experiences the jammy goodness that is a prune.”

Robin taunted, “You look good with those grey hairs, Harrington.”

He tossed his head in the direction of the break room. “Who stocks your lunch yogurts, Buckley?”

Attention swiveled to Billy laughing, “Maybe King Steve is having a dry spell because all you talk about is shit and fruit.”

Steve might’ve had something spiteful to say, if small Billy hadn’t called tiredly, “Stevie?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

His voice rattled a little from the soothing vibrations of the popcorn machine. “Can we have noodwes?”

“Noodles? My nacho noodles?”

The littles smiled in confirmation as large Billy gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Steve looked at him like this was totally rational. “Nacho noodles. You mix the dipping cheese with a little tomato sauce and top some egg noodles with, like, beans, veg, and stuff.”

“There’s a special prison for people like you.”

“People with ingenuity and good taste?”

“There are Italian and Mexican grandmothers rolling in their grave.”

“I’ve had Mexican and Italian grandmas invite me over for dinner more often than their granddaughters,” Steve countered.

That got a laugh from Billy that tipped his head up toward the ceiling. And another fart from the little one.

#hi the older i get the less i can write conflict in stories #just give me softness orz #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets #this could've been in the last chapter haha #but hey double upload

[cozymoko]

Me when I find out Hachiro is 6'2: I require uppys

CARRYING YOU — FEAT. MY OC

Pairing: Hachiro Furukawa x gn! reader

WARNING(S): none

Format: Headcanons

Uppy: The act of being held up, (e.g. carried on one's parent's shoulder or back (piggyback)).

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HACHIRO FURUKAWA

Though not many things, Hachiro is in fact a simp for his partner. Anything you want, you can have. Nothing seems too far-fetched when it involves you, not even your “strange” request.

“You’d like me to lift you?” He’d ask, almost unsure of what you’re suggesting or why you’d desire such a thing in the first place. Being a businessman, nearing his thirties nonetheless, has caused him to fall on the short end of newer terms of your time. But he’ll catch on sooner than later.

His go-to hold is bridal style as it allows him to see your face, so vulnerable, paired with an expression just as pleasant. "This isn't what I meant Hachi…" You murmured, hiding your face in the warm fabric hugging his shoulder. "Don't look at me like that." You're just too cute~!

Hachiro isn’t one to let you on his back regardless of the circumstance. The man would like to look his very best at all times, so unless it’s nearing the end of the day do not get your hopes up. (Unless you beg him to, he struggles to tell you no). 

If it’s late in the evening, and you’ve grown restless, your feet screaming at you for some sense of salvation as you depart from the meeting halls. Hachiro carefully lowered to his knees, beckoning you onto his broad back. His fingers gently hook under your thighs in a stern grip before rising to his feet once more.

To him, you weighed no more than a feather and if you didn't, he hadn't noticed. Hachiro's ears were occupied by your jovial squeals as you lazily rested your arms around his neck. Though you couldn't see, Hachiro had a smile of his own adorning his lips, subtle yet soft.

Perhaps he needs to do this more often because seeing you happy is far too precious. It's worth it, even if it means his clothes will get a painful amount of wrinkles in them. What a drama queen! 

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere ocs #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere oc #male oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #oc x y/n #☯Hachiro Furukawa

[defiledtomb]

i saw this ask in another blog and immediately ran with it. ouroboros: what your favourite ro says about you 🤡

💀 I love this so much and I will not be pulling any punches aight. Brace yourself.

Yor/Yana: Uppies? 🥺 You weren't held enough as a child.

Auryn: You yearn for someone to see who you really are, but refuse to go through the mortifying ordeal of being known

Idren/Ida: you've been hurt and never got the revenge or closure that you needed. You also wake up and choose violence every morning.

Sene/Selene: desperate for someone to see you, admire you, because that notion is so alien to you. Me? Worth loving? Sounds fake, but ok.

Leith/Custom: grief is your closest ally, you yearn for someone to just stay, and this is the line that changed your life:

Also you're an unapologetic monsterfucker, frothing at the mouth for the mere chance of L now having tentacles. I see you.

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #RO facts #knowing full well this says a lot about me also. but I stay silly :3

[tinycoded360]

Sterling household-Chapter 1- Cozy

Milton Borrowfield crept within the walls of the giant household. It was dark and late in the evening, but to borrowers, this was prime time. Unlike their bigger counterparts, borrowers slept during the day and went about their night as if it were day.

"Papa!" came a small voice. Milton turned to see his daughter Agnes emerging from one of the side passageways leading to the bedroom quarters for the children, a cozy nook lined with scraps of fabric and down feathers. She ran to give him a quick hug.

"Where are you off to?" she asked.

"I've got to check our supplies. Winter will be here before we know it." Milton patted her shoulder.

Agnes nodded seriously. She knew how hard it was for borrower families like theirs to stay warm and fed during the cold months.

Milton headed further down the winding passageways within the human’s home, past the tiny nook containing their kitchen where his wife Cassia was boiling thimblefuls of tea. He gave her a wink as he passed. She blew him a kiss in return.

"Be safe, my love," she said.

He lifted a loose bit of wallpaper and slipped behind it into their pantry. It was neatly organized but sparse. They were running low on everything. Milton sighed. He would have to take more risks if he wanted his family to survive the winter. Although some things were easy to borrow in a human house, getting what they needed was always risky. The human was very neat and clean. This made it harder to get into the food supplies; the human Sterling was very good at keeping his food stored and sealed. The only saving grace was that the human was oblivious; Milton had some very close calls before, where he swore he was done for. In the warmer months, Milton and his family took advantage of the outdoors and got what they needed from the human’s garden. But as winter approaches, it would be harder to borrow food from the human, the risk of being seen would increase. But it would be worth keeping his dear Cassia and their children happy, healthy, and cozy.

Milton emerged from the pantry, brows furrowed with concern. His youngest, Finn, waddled over to him, arms raised expectantly.

"Uppy, Papa!" the four-year-old boy demanded.

Milton smiled and swept Finn into his arms. At least his children were still blissfully unaware of their precarious situation.

He carried Finn into the kitchen, where Cassia ladled hot tea into thimble cups. She glanced at Milton knowingly.

"I told you, we needed more, what’s the damage?" she asked.

Milton nodded. "We've got enough for maybe another week or two. After that..."

He trailed off, not wanting to upset Finn. The boy squirmed out of his arms and scurried off to play with his siblings.

Cassia stepped closer and put a hand on Milton's shoulder. "We'll figure something out. We always do."

"But winter is nearly here. I don't know if I can provide everything; we must keep the children warm and healthy. Especially with the human spending more time indoors now."

Cassia nodded, her expression serious but unafraid. "It won't be easy. But we've prepared as best we can, and we still have a couple of months left. And I have faith in you, my love. Your cleverness has gotten us through tough times before."

Milton pulled his wife close. 

Cassia smiled up at him, pride and trust shining in her eyes. "Now come, the tea is getting cold."

Milton's mind raced as he held Cassia's hand, sipping tea and eating breakfast with his family. The bitter cold of winter was nearly upon them, and the thought of his children suffering from frigid temperatures twisted his gut. It wouldn’t be so bad if the human turned up the temperature in the house, but the human seemed content to only use blankets. And every time Milton tried to change the temperature on the thermostat, the human would turn it back down, grumbling about broken machines and raising costs, whatever that meant.

When the lights in the giant's home went dark tonight, Milton would make his move. He would creep through the hidden passageways, scurry across the massive floor, and climb into the giant's bedroom. There, he would take what he desperately needed - a pair of the thick, woolen socks the giant wore to bed each night. The giant had so many pairs that he wouldn’t miss these.

It was terribly risky, but he pushed down his fear. For his children, he would brave anything. He met Cassia's eyes, seeing his own steely resolve reflected back. She knew what he planned to do and had faith in him. Her quiet strength gave him courage.

When the moment came, Milton hugged each of his children tightly.

"Be good for your mother," he said. "I'll be back before you go to bed."

Then, with a final kiss for Cassia, he slipped into the darkness. His footfalls made no sound as he navigated the secret paths through the walls. Upstairs, he crept beneath the giant's door and scanned the massive room. His heart pounding, Milton scurried directly to the dresser, climbed up the side, he was in luck the drawer was open, enough for him to wiggle into, he then dove into the sock drawer.

Milton's nose twitched as he burrowed into the pile of fuzzy socks. They were soft and warm - exactly what his family needed to make it through the harsh winter. Carefully, he selected two pairs and rolled them up.

Just then, the floor began to shake as the giant lumbered into the bedroom. Milton's blood turned to ice. He dove under the piles of socks just in time as the dresser drawer slid open. A massive hand reached in, nearly grabbing Milton as it rummaged around.

Milton held perfectly still, clutching the socks close. After what felt like an eternity, the giant removed his hand and moved to slide the drawer shut. The giant cursed as the drawer snagged, not closing all the way. Milton heard the deep rumbled of the human’s voice as he muttered about getting the ‘dam drawer fixed’. Milton sagged with relief, then pricked his ears up. The giant was still in the room - he could hear its thunderous footsteps.

Ever so slowly, Milton peeked out from his hiding spot. He crawled to the opening of the drawer, peeking out. He would have to be quick and clever to return to his family undetected.

Milton watched as Sterling opened his book, the pages crinkling loudly in the quiet room. Milton cursed his luck and the humans’ love for his books. He’d have to wait until the human got tired and went to bed.

After what felt like an eternity, Sterling finally closed his book and yawned loudly. Milton stayed perfectly still as he watched the human get ready for bed.

*****

Milton's heart pounded as he watched the giant human stir in his sleep. This was his chance - he had to make a run for it before Sterling woke up.

With nimble feet, Milton scurried across the top of the dresser; he held his breath as he darted behind a framed photo, peering around the edge. The giant let out a rumbling snore, his mountainous chest rising and falling.

Milton made his move, scrambling down the leg of the dresser and onto the carpeted floor. He was so close - just a few more feet and he'd be safe in the walls.

Suddenly, the giant rolled over with a groan. Milton froze, pressing himself flat against the floor. Holding perfectly still, he watched as one massive eye fluttered open, scanning the room. Milton didn't dare breathe.

After a few tense moments, the giant's eyes drifted shut once more. Milton sagged with relief. He was about to get up when a shadow fell over him. Milton froze, eyes widening. Whiskers! The cat had spotted him from her perch on the windowsill. She leapt down, sharp claws clicking on the hardwood floors as she prowled towards Milton.

Thinking fast, he scrambled as fast as he could for the baseboard. He squeezed through the crack and into the dark safety of the walls, his heart hammering against his tiny ribs.

Whiskers released a frustrated mewl and tried to reach her paw after him. Milton scooted back out of her reach, his heart hammering.

Clutching his prize, Milton hurried home, eager to present the socks to his beloved Cassia and their children.

Milton hurried through the narrow passages within the walls, retracing the steps back to his family's cozy home.

Rounding a corner, he spotted a familiar knot in the wood paneling and knew he was close. "Cassia!" he called softly. "Children! I have returned!"

"Papa, you're back!" little Finn cried, rushing to hug Milton's leg.

Milton picked Finn up and spun him around. "That's right, my boy. And look what I brought for you." He held up the fuzzy socks.

"Oh, they're wonderful!" said Lila, running her hands over the soft material.

"With these, we can make some cozy little beds," Milton said. "Now, let's get to work. Agnes, Pippin - you two gather up all the cotton and fabric scraps you can find."

The older children scurried off, eager to help.

Soon, they were all busy at work. Pippin and Agnes returned, arms loaded with stuffing and fabric pieces. Cassia began sewing blankets.

Finn toddled around, trying to hand out supplies. "I help too!" he said. Milton ruffled Finn's hair.

"That you do, son."

They worked together, creating cozy little beds from the odds and ends available. The children were vibrating with excitement.

Finally, the beds were ready. The family gathered around to admire their handiwork.

The children cheered and immediately burrowed into their new beds. Sighs of contentment echoed around the room.

Milton and Cassia smiled at each other. It filled their hearts with joy to see their family safe, happy, and comfortable once more.

Cassia settled into the cozy blanket nest she had made, pulling Lila close. The little girl snuggled against her mother's chest, yawning.

"Tell me a story, Mama," Lila murmured.

Cassia stroked her daughter's hair. "Hmm, let's see. Once upon a time, there was a brave borrower named Lila..."

As Cassia wove a tale of adventure for Lila, Milton sat with Pippin and Agnes on their beds.

"Did the giant human almost squash you, Papa?" Pippin asked, his eyes wide.

Milton chuckled. "Oh, he came close a few times. But I was too quick for him!"

"Wow," Agnes breathed. She fingered the soft sock that served as her pillow. "It must have been so scary in the big house."

"It was, at first," Milton admitted. "But then I remembered how cold you all get at night. So I kept going, as quiet as a mouse."

"Tell us more!" Pippin begged. The two leaned forward eagerly.

Smiling, Milton regaled them with the tale of his mission, embellishing some details to make it more thrilling. The children gasped and cheered at all the right moments.

Milton finished his story, concluding with a dramatic escape through a mouse hole as Whiskers' giant paw swiped at him.

"You're the bravest borrower ever!" Agnes declared.

Milton chuckled. "Well, one day, that will be you too."

He tucked the blankets snugly around them. Pippin let out a huge yawn.

"I think it's time for my little mice to sleep," Milton said fondly. He bent down to kiss each of their foreheads.

As the children's eyes fluttered closed, Cassia came over and squeezed Milton's hand, leaning over and giving him a tender kiss. 

Author Note: This was initially made for last year's October prompt word list. I made an outline for many keywords, but I never got around to flushing it out. I greatly admire anyone who can write a short story in a day. I can't do it, but you're amazing if you can. This one prompt was 'Cozy'. You'll be seeing more of the Sterling household. These characters I made specifically for the prompt challenge because I find it hard to keep coming up with character names, lol. 

#g/t #g/t writing #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t writers #original work #borrowers #giant tiny #gt fluff #gt community

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | Size regression

Wc: 2.2k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Run to You

By no means was Jeonghan out of shape or weak. He was known to be able to pull great athletic feats and have seemingly endless energy out of nowhere when the time arose. But most times, his stamina was short and he’d more than often rather be asleep, surviving on too much caffeine from a stream of never ending iced americano and his responsibility to you; his hyper little angel. And, God, did you like to keep him on his toes.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone in looking after you, making sure you got out all your zoomies before bedtime. Every so often, he’d call up his dongsaengs and set up a playdate with a little who was sure to tire you out.

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah. Really… I love my little gremlin but I don't know how you handle yours.”, Jeonghan chuckled into his cell, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leaned back to peek around the corner, making sure you were still where he left you. The only time you seemed to sit still was when you were sitting in front of the television with your favorite snack.

Ending the call with a small smile, he finished getting his bag together, making sure his baby would have anything you could possibly need and some you didn’t for your afternoon at the park. When you were finished eating, he began the long process of chasing you around, yelling after your giggles that were surely insanity, and making sure you were ready in your play clothes. And he still had to figure out how to get ready himself. All the while, running in circles, he reminded himself that the pay off would be well worth it.

“Okay, angel. Up.”, Jeonghan shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder with a huff and held his arms out. He enjoyed this part, trying not to grin at the way your face always lit up.

“Uppies!!”, you giggled, running toward his arms so he could lift you and prop you on his hip with a drawn-out groan as he straightened his back. Thank god it was only you around, he’d have to admit he was getting old.

“We are gonna go get Appa a coffee before we stop at the park. Think you can manage?”, he chuckled, carrying you out the door.

“Uh-huh! Can I hab a strawberry milk again?”, you asked, twirling and curling his soft, black hair around your fingers as he walked you down the hall.

None of his friends could ever understand why Jeonghan constantly ignored their advice. Especially when he so frequently, and annoyingly, one might add, complained about being tired and having a broken back. You were perfectly capable of feeding yourself, walking on your own, drinking from a cup, yet still, Jeonghan wouldn't hear of letting you do a single thing on your own. Sometimes he wondered if he needed you more than you needed him. Couldn’t he just find that in taking care of any of his dongsaengs? No. In fact, he’d rather die. (A joke of course). It was just you. The bond he had with you, the desire to be needed by you, to care for you, couldn’t be replicated in any way. He enjoyed helping you escape, wholeheartedly. You so greatly deserved it.

“You want more sugar? Didn’t Appa let you have cereal for breakfast because you didn’t want eggs?”, he asked, though there was no way he’d say ‘no’ to you. Not in the end anyways.

“I want cereal because Uncle Shuji says Appa cooking is stinky!!” You corrected him quite blatantly with a giggle. Cooking was not one of his many talents, he had to accept that. Still hurt, though.

Sighing with a shake of his head, he put you down in the elevator. After pressing the button for the ground floor, he made sure his wallet was in his pocket, you only wanted to lose that once and Mingyu had lost his enough times for all thirteen of them. Then Jeonghan held his arms out for you again once the elevator door dinged and opened. Not a single smile nor pout for him? So much for ‘your face always lit up’ when he called for you. Maybe he really did need you more than you needed him.

“Can we run to the shop, Appa?”, you asked innocently. Ah, there it was. Your head was always more in space than he could ever imagine it to be. Malicious was not a word in your vocabulary, even when it came to criticisms on his cooking. Your intentions were simple and pure.

Still, frowning at your rejection, Jeonghan looked out the elevator doors, trying to imagine the path to the shop. It was only a couple minutes down the road but he’d likely be chasing after you most of the day anyways.

“How about you save all your energy for Soonyoung-ah, yeah? You little boogers can run your hearts out when we get to the park.”, He prayed for mercy and thankfully, you complied.

With their busy schedules you only got to meet with Soonyoung, sometimes Mingyu, maybe once or twice a month at most. And exactly as he hoped, each time you’d fall asleep not long after he picked you up to carry you home for the evening. You’d be much more docile and cuddly the next couple of days once you’d tired yourself out. The little demon they called Hoshi always managed to be the best outlet for letting out all of your energy.

Jeonghan watched and chatted with you fondly as you pointed out little things during your walk to the park, picking up a rock you deemed was special or spotting a puppy on the streets around you. After stopping for a coffee and that strawberry milk, the two of you made it to your destination fairly quickly. Thankfully, Jihoon always agreed to meet closer to home so Jeonghan wouldn’t have to worry about traveling with you. Though maybe not so lucky for him when dealing with Hoshi.

“Appa~” you complained, sitting on the park bench hand-in-hand in front of the playground “when will Hoonie Soonie get heree??”

“‘Hoonie Soonie’, huh?” Jeonghan logged that one with a snicker before squinting at a Jihoon shaped man in baggy clothes, not that he was dressed much differently, “Oh, there-“

“HORANGHAEEE!!” You squealed, your hand tearing from Jeonghan’s as you ran excitedly across the playground to crash into Hoshi who bounced around with you, more than happy to match, even double your energy. Jeonghan was surprised he was able to dress the kid in two separate articles of clothing. Though it was just a T-shirt and overalls, most of the time it was a battle to get him out of his tiger onesie at all.

The two of you immediately took off in a game of tag while Jihoon found his spot next to Jeonghan, sighing as he leaned back as they watched their little ones, finally able to relax a little now that his little tiger was occupied. But maybe he jinxed himself. An hour full of giggles and squeals later, both you and Hoshi ran up to the bench giggling and covering your mouths.

“Appa…look what I found!” you moved your little hand from behind your back, opening your fist to show a particularly interesting shaped woodchip. After staring at it for a moment, not quite sure how he was meant to react, glancing at Jihoon who had no answer for him, he had no choice but to wing it.

“Wah… can Appa take a closer look? Where’d you find this, Angel? While you were playing by the slide?” Jeonghan smiled a bit too wide, convincing you that you were laying him right into the palm of your hand.

“We found it and this boy tried to-” Hoshi’s mouth was quickly covered by your free hand. Nothing suspicious at all. Jeonghan cracked a genuine smile, his little miss bossy pants.

“Isn’t it cool?? You can have it if you and Hoonie come play with us! But you have to chase us and then we get to chase you!!” You revealed your grand plan. Now how could they say no.

Victoriously, you pulled and tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve, giggling as you urged him to get up quickly. Hoshi already had Jihoon up who was bickering and cursing under his breath, as expected. The only thing that finally freed them from endlessly circling the playground that seemed a bit too small for two grown men was Jihoon’s suggestion to get food. He knew his little rascal would be hungry sooner or later.

“I want bread! Bread! Bread!” Hoshi chanted, bouncing along as the four of you walked back to the bench to fetch your bags.

“What did we talk about? Real food. You can't just eat bread.” Jihoon threw his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand for the pouting tiger.

“Appa, I want bread too.” you whispered into his ear once Jeonghan picked you up and propped you on his hip again.

“Bread it is!” Jeonghan sometimes gave in a little too easily, but once you had your mind set, it was the path of least resistance. Of course insisting you ate something more nutritious before you could have your bread wasn’t totally giving in.

After dining in at a small restaurant nearby and making sure their two little ones had full tummies, Jeonghan and Jihoon were dragged back to the playground where they’d take part in all of your silly games. This time you and Hoshi were wild animals, a tiger and a bunny, the explorers had to catch in order to stop the end of the world. ‘How or why was the world ending’, you ask? They had no idea.

“That one looks like a fishy!” you pointed at the clouds passing overhead as you lay in Jeonghan’s lap.

The four of you had finally taken a rest on the green, more shaded area outside the playground after Jeonghan almost got on his knees to beg you. Cloud watching could be a pretty fun activity too. Especially on a random afternoon with your Appa and a full tummy at the park.

“That one looks like a tiger!!” Hoshi called out once he finished rolling across the grass back to your little group after attempting to do somersaults a safe distance from Jihoon’s head..

“Yah.. you can't call every cloud you see a tiger.” Jihoon lifted his head from the ground to see the cutest little hamster-like pout.

“Can too.” Hoshi grumbled, flopping on top of his Appa with a thud that had both you and Jeonghan cringing as Jihoon groaned.

“Yea that's enough. You obviously have more energy. I'm gonna go chase him around a bit more before it gets late. Comin’?” Jihoon asked Jeonghan while he sat Hoshi up and straightened out his clothes.

“I think we’re still cloud watching, aren't we Angel?” he smiled, brushing your hair out of your face as if he wasn’t begging for mercy telepathically and hoping you could hear him.

“Still watchin’! That one looks like Uncle Cheolie!!” you giggled.

Following your finger Jeonghan laughed to himself when he spotted the oddly shaped cloud, not quite sure how you’d come to that conclusion. Snapping a picture, he’d be sure to tease him about it later.

The breeze was hitting just right, a gentle wind sweeping through his hair as he watched you watching the sky, Hoshi’s laughter and Jihoon’s squabbling, even the hustle and bustle of the city outside was distant and somehow pleasant. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, orange pinks, blues, purple and orange blooming through the fluffs of clouds above. Jeonghan’s eyes closed as he took a long, deep breath, opening them again before he dozed off. Much like the sweet, sleepy thing resting now in his lap.

“Asleep already?” Jihoon laughed, picking up his bag from the ground and adjusting Hoshi who he had on his back.

“Too tired to walk?”

“You’re right. But it works every time.” they grinned.

“Same time next week?” Jeonghan pulled you into his arms and stood up with his things, your head finding its home on his shoulder.

A hopeful sentiment really. It was more likely they wouldn't have another playdate for weeks to come. But they’d enjoy the payoff of this one while they had the chance. Jeonghan, tired and achy limbs and all, would still take the long way home as the light left the sky so he could hold his hyper little angel, asleep in his arms, just a little longer.

🧸Endnote: HAPPY HANNIE DAY!! And happy late bday to me! [1001] Three-year-old size regression validation written for those littles who have deep childhood trauma and need help getting back safely. Also bc if Jeonghan actually tried to pick me up his twig paper mache bones would literally… 😭 wah anyways. I know i'll be very busy for the month of ocotober, i would like to be able to work on and post maybe a short halloween headcanon or drabble with Admin II so keep your eye out for that <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt agere #svt fic #agere community #svt soft hours #sfw svt #Jeonghan day #happy Hannie day #jeonghan fluff #svt jeonghan #caregiver!jeonghan #caregiver!woozi #caregiver!jihoon #little!hoshi #Hoshi #hoshi fluff #svt jihoon #svt scenarios #svt x reader #sfw seventeen #svt drabbles #jeonghan soft hours #jeonghan fic #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #Spotify

[rviner]

@manybcdthings roxy x hunter - the castle

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Roxy isn't sure what the protocol is when it comes to vampire vs wolf training sessions, but she also doesn't care. She interrupts a small group of blood-slurpers, pointing out the largest one as her opponent. It's a short lived match, as years worth of anger can erupt from Roxy in seconds especially against a vampire. She lets all the memories of her lost pack members release to the forefront of her mind, the blame she carries for their deaths. The years that followed of feeling lost in her own pack because of it. All of it is unleashed against the vampire, the fight ending in a spectacular display of her over it's listless body. She leans up to swipe her own blood from her face, smearing it into her hair as she spots a certain wolf who joined the others in watching. "Hunter!" Roxy greets him a smile, perking up as if it's a crisp and easy Sunday morning. She moves from the vampire, beginning to roll the giant towards the edge of the ring. "He said he knew you. What's that about? You being a good lil pup and making friends with our neighbors? That doesn't sound like you." she asks and teases all at once, waving for Hunter to join her. "Uppies. Your turn." she offers him a hand that she knows he doesn't need into the ring.

#roxychat #roxy x hunter 001 #im already laughing

[slimylittlemaggot]

I love prime because he is basically deus ex machina with self worth issues and a massive ego and a crippling inability to actually do anything cool, so he just kinda stopped maturing and now the leader of a whole ass interdimentional faction says shit like "I require uppies" and spins in his spinny chair - throne

I love Felix because he is just a fluffy little guy who I gave both mental and physical scarring and a weird relationship with food (eats like crazy when people offer food but he is fine with starving himself just because he ran out of a food he likes) and also made him part of a group of characters I hated when I made em, him being the leader because i hated him the most (as it turns out, if you are raised a homophobic conservative, when you find out you like guys and are also maybe a furry it doesn't go too well mentally)

Well, did he get uppies though?

(Also, I can totally relate to that. My dad was SUPER homophobic and conservative, but my mom wasn't so I didn't really grow into my dads mindset, but when I found out I was bisexual I was like "oh shit, my dad is going to hate me" so I ended up staying in the closet for a while, little did I know, I didn't even have to be bisexual for my dad to hate me, he already did 😎😎😎 because I'm a women 😎😎😎 and he hates women 😎😎😎)

[themeeplord]

MEEP YOUR NEW ICON!! it's so cute oh my gosh, you're getting uppies!! what's the world like from up there hxfbj

also dont mind me if it's not that new tumblr likes to not show me new pfps for a while

AHHH YES I love this sweet b-day gift by @sanchensky!!

I can see everything from up here! It’s a little spiky tho but the free chin scritches are worth it asdjkhfsk

I wanted to change things up a little and change my icon. I didn’t know what to draw for it so for now I’m using this art, we’ll see how long it stays. I love it a lot so it might stay a while X3

#It makes me so happy every time I see it! :’3 #asks

[froggypondy]

M3gan Sleepover

Summary:

The frogs met at a new pond to meet M3gan, the AI doll that kills people (and a dog).

The Setup:

Frog Rune cleaned their pond, picking up debris, sweeping the stones, and putting away trinkets. They went to the Frog Supermarket and purchased delicacies; Red Vines,  chocolate covered rocks, and Rainbow Worms. They also got new bubbles for their friends to sleep on.

Frog Ash went to Amazon and bartered for a M3gan meet and greet (movie, decorations, and book). She also got a tiny M3gan to visit.    Frog Ink brought a werewolf to play games with (that we ignored and forgot about).

The Sleepover:

    Food was a whole event of its own. First came water (hydrate or die straight), then was the Sandhill Crane dinner delivery. The dinner was lovely, with only a few bird feathers as a treat. As soon as the food was all eaten, the frogs went to the treehouse to prepare the movie. They went back to the cottage kitchen, preparing all sorts of snacks. There was Red Vines, popped flies with trail spice, Rainbow Worms, chocolate covered rocks, and dirt discs.

    The M3gan movie (the unrated gory dvd version) was exciting and suspenseful. Us frogs won't talk too much about it, in case any other frogs reading want to watch it. It's definitely worth the watch!     Before the Sandhill Crane delivery, the frogs did crafts! Making friendship bracelets out of different colors grasses and twine. They explored Frog Rune's pond library, looking through many exciting tomes. (The Pocket Daring Book for Girls, The Dangerous Book for Boys, The Daring Book for Girls, How to Invent Everything, a lockpicking guide, and choose your own adventure Shakespeare books by Ryan North).     M3gan was there as well, in a miniature form. The decorations from the Amazon were great, including balloons for keepy uppy. There were cool stickers, which were rationed to each frog.

    After the movie, the frogs cozied up in their frog sleeping bags, and spent some time talking and bonding. Overall, it was a night to remember.

The Reviews:

    Frog Ash: Loved it more than anything. Favorite part: the dance scene in the red hallway near the end of the movie. Loved the Red Vines, loved the bracelet making, loved the balloons, loved talking before sleeping. The sky popcorn was stale (from an airplane).

Frog Ink: Liked the part where M3gan was walking purposefully down the hallway, as well as the conversation where Cady needed to grieve and not only have distractions. The part where Bruce showed up to fight was top three for her. Liked the chocolate covered rocks and talking. Friendship bracelet had a lump, sad.

    Frog Rune: Every part that M3gan sang was a slay. Movie was Camp 10/10, so fun to watch. Favorite part of sleepover was talking after movie, but crafts (bracelet making) were fun too! Least favorite part was when the pond dog was evil and homophobic.

Key:

Frog Supermarket: = Publix

Chocolate covered rocks = Whoppers

Rainbow Worms = Gummy worms

Bubbles (to sleep on) = Air mattresses

Tiny/Miniature M3gan = Aliexpress plushie 

Werewolf = Werewolf card game

Sandhill Crane =

Domino's

Popped flies = Popcorn

Dirt discs = Cookies

Colored grasses and twine = Embroidery thread

#sleepover #m3gan #m3gan movie #m3gan (2023) #m3gan doll #movies #movie night #slumber party

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Two weeks ago on Freddy: Monty finally meets their goddaughter

Monty somehow clips a segway through the wall, so now it’s just stuck there.

Monty screams for an hour straight, hurting everyone’s ears.

Upon being introduced to Francine, Monty says something bad enough to get censored.

Monty figured she probably won’t remember this. Freddy has Francine demonstrate her brains by having her tell time from the Sun’s position and then draw an analog clock with that time on it. Funtime Freddy cannot read analog clock.

Monty asks Francine for her SSN. Freddy tries to stop her from telling them. She writes out Funtime’s SSN. She learned it by watching her dad do Funtime’s taxes.

Monty asks Francine for Freddy’s credit card information. They bribe her with toys while Freddy tries to stop her.

Meanwhile, Funtime was doing calculous on the wall to figure out the time.

Conversation about Mimics. There was one in Funtime Freddy, that they killed. But he almost killed classic Freddy and Francine first. I am very far behind on this channel, the last episode I watched was at the start of Funtime’s villain arc.

Francine demands uppies. Momty stares Freddy in the eyes for several moments before crouching down.

Francine hugs them. They refuse to hug her back.

Funtime Freddy takes a picture. Fortunately for his continued health, he only has MySpace.

Monty catches Freddy up on family drama, and their occasional existential crises.

Talk about Monty’s relationship with Earth.

Francine demands another hug. Funtime joins in this time. Monty yells at Funtime to get off.

Back to Mimic talk.

Freddy describes Baldur’s Gate 3 Collector’s Edition as being “Marginally cheaper” than Foxy’s suit. Foxy’s suit is worth $700-1000, because he’s a discontinued model.

Monty is the nicest visitor lately. The rest of the recent visitors were after Francine’s magic.

Francine demonstrates her magic. By turning Monty Ruined, much to everyone’s shock and horror.

Monty shows off some of their own magic. By walking through a table.

Momty’s sister is human!

Funtime has not seen Titanic. He has, however, recreated it while Freddy wasn’t home.

Monty asks about Sun and Moon. Freddy reveals that he already found out the truth. Monty fills him in on Eclipse dying.

Funtime forget to tell Freddy about the deal he made with Eclipse during his villain arc. Freddy is pissed.

Monty leaves. And then comes back to steal the segway.

Classic Freddy: How did you- how did- how did you clip it through the wall like that?

Monty: You see, when you have enough anger issues, you can make anything possible.

Funtime Freddy: Huh. Can you make icecream fall from the sky?

Monty: *goes outside*

Funtime Freddy: Is he really gonna-?

*One hour timeskip*

Monty: *screaming at the sky* I sound like that guy from the Matrix.

Classic Freddy: You- yeah. Aah (pained).

Funtime Freddy, clutching his ears: Ahhhh my ear!

Monty: Maybe a few days

Classic Freddy: I swear, if I walk out one day and just get pelted by chocolate icecream-

Monty: Anyways, how you guys doin- *notices baby Francine* Oh.

___

Classic Freddy: Aw, she’s saying that you look sad-

Monty, joking: Always sad.

Francine: *tries to hug them again.

___

Monty: Funtime- Funtime is a murderer.

Classic Freddy: Legally, I don’t know anything he does. Legally.

___

Monty, to Funtime Freddy: You are a *long censor*

Classic Freddy: NOT IN FRONT OF FRANCINE!!!

___

Monty: Also thank you for the SSN and Feeddy’s credit card number. *leaves*

Francine: *finger guns*

Classic Freddt: You did what Francine?!

Francine: *hand wave of denial*

Francine is already a menace

#mgafs

[tartt9]

" i miss the way you made me feel . " ( confessing feelings on the brazil trip ! )

This trip may have been the best thing that's ever been offered to him. A week and a half in paradise [ who knew paradise would be so fucking hot? ], shooting for fucking Nike, and they'd allowed him to bring Keeley with him. His hotel room has a gorgeous view, a private pool, floor-to-ceiling windows that fully opened, leaving an open wall to let in the breeze if Jamie chose to leave them open (and he did choose, thank you much), a lovely rainfall shower... Nike is spoiling him. Filming wrapped the day before, and that had been lots of fun for Jamie - getting to run around on a pitch, dressed up in full Nike gear, chasing a ball, kicking it in the most stylish ways he knew how, playing keepie-uppies until the director told him that they got enough footage, and sometimes not even dropping the ball after that. Now, though, he's appreciating the down time he's getting to have with Keeley.

He'd invited her to his room, the wall-windows fully pulled open before her arrival, and the two of them are laying out by the pool, Jamie in a tiny pair of swim trunks, on the warm wooden pool deck, one foot dangling in the water, head propped up on an arm tucked behind his head. And they're talking. Really, truly talking, instead of just coming to her in a burst of emotions that he didn't understand. Her words, though, take him by surprise. He's loved her since the day he met her, truly, but he hadn't thought that she still feels the same. Not until just now.

Jamie pushes himself up into a seated position, just to better look her in the eye, to look less like he's half asleep. "D'you mean that...?" he asks, his brow furrowing, though, in his eyes is desperation. Desperate for her to be telling him the truth, desperate for her words to be a reality and not a dream. "I miss the way you made me feel, too, Keeley." He says it as firmly as he can, no mumbling, no looking anywhere but her. He dips his eyes down just once, the emotions inside of him swelling up - big, loud emotions, emotions that would make him want to talk to the actors manipulating this conversation, just like when Keeley took him to see Hamlet on the West End all those years ago. "Nobody's ever made me feel so romantically... desirable as you did. Like... you made me feel like a good boyfriend, even when I weren't one. Even when I were a shit boyfriend. A really shit boyfriend." He still has regrets. Of course he does. But he's twenty-five, now. Not twenty-two and desperate for Rupert Mannion's attention and praise, not twenty-three and terrified of the prospect of a fundraiser where people could bid whatever they wanted for a night with him. He's twenty-five, matured, the product of reconnecting with Georgie, of listening to Ted, to Roy, to Beard. He's twenty-five and he's got a team full of brothers he's willing to give up anything for. Twenty five and no longer dead set on the Golden Boot [ though the Ballon d'Or is still in his sights ]. Less selfish, less cruel, less scared. "You were the best thing to ever happen to me, Keeley. I swear down." He met her eyes, foot no longer kicking back and forth in the water, his whole body focused on her. "And I fucked it up. I did. If you think... that I'm worth a second chance, now... I'd... I'd fuckin' kill for it, Keeley. I really, truly think that I'm the best version of myself. That this... this guy--" he laughs, running a hand through his hair, "this man I've become, I'd really like to think he's worthy of callin' you his. That I'm worthy of being yours."

"'Cause I'd do... fucking... everything and anything to make you feel that good again, every single day of our lives."

[ @bekeeley ]

#bekeeley #answered !