#feed me Oreos? sure

[starqueensthings]

all up my Jesse feels today 🥹 (literally every day)

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#there is almost nothing I wouldn’t let this man do to me #feed me Oreos? sure #dangle me over a balcony railing Michael Jackson style? ok #fold me like a deck chair and make me forget where I am #ABSOLUTELY #clone wars #the clone wars #clone wars Jesse #arc trooper jesse #tcw Jesse

[m0chisenpai]

P.Y.T ( Pretty Young Thing)

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Warning(s): nothing too crazy. just a bit of cursing

Honestly it’s giving Poppy and Branch

You stuck out like a sore thumb in Miles’ life. A bright pink, bedazzled thumb. He’ll never forget the first moment he saw you, well saw you again. He was out after school with some of the boys, and he saw you with your girls. You two crossed paths once or twice in middle school before you transferred for a bit to one of those downtown academies.

He recalls how you were the oreo that could answer any chem question without flinching at the sheer amount of conversion and what not involved.

You didn’t bag an eye or flinch at the harsh comments, the nickname that made Miles grind his teeth. How’s it your fault you were top three in the science department?

Yet here you were, your hands covered your glossy pink lips that spilled with a laugh that Miles wanted to hear more of. Your nails gleamed with bright charms and some cartoon characters and your other hand tossed a loose bang from your face.

You changed but he still saw the bright pink braces girl with various cartoon charms dangling from her purple kanken.

You all headed into the bodega and he and his boys followed in behind you. One of them said he needed to hit your friends up about something and it was coincidence because the two of you were reintroduced.

Miles found it endearing how despite your loud and boisterous behavior when the two of you got introduced, here you stood quiet as a mouse looking anywhere but at Miles.

You held a pack of candy in one hand and a bottle of water in the other while your groups spoke behind you as you stepped up to pay. But Miles caught your frustration as you dug into your purse.

“I got you” he stepped in and tapped his phone before you could protest.

“Thanks Miles I’m so sorry, next time it’s on me” you give him a smile as you slide the back into the book of your arm.

And it's then when he realizes how much he's missed you since middle school.

“Nah it’s all good you know I got you” his eyes watch as you fidget with your nails and he can’t help but smirk and gently bump you. “Why you acting shy? Used to hear you all the time in the halls.”

You gawk up at him and smack him in the arm. And he notes how your hand lingers a bit. It’s all the confirmation he needs.

“Morales how dare you! You look annoyed I didn’t want to bother you.. and who said you could get so tall.” You crossed your arms.

“I don’t think you could bother me.” And the way you look up at him is enough to know he’s got you wrapped around his finger just as you do him.

“And no one told you to stink your growth with all that coffee.”

“Hey!”

Before you part ways Miles gets your new number and makes sure to save his into your phone.

You slowly find yourself bleeding back into Miles’ life. Short texts get longer. You’re sending hearts within four months, and Mama Rio knows your special knock when you enter the apartment to wait for Miles. She feeds you when you stay the long nights and Mr.Morales doesn’t want you going home for your safety.

When he comes home from his shifts he would stop you before you were heading out and tells you that you might as well stay the night. He was the same gentle giant you remember from back in middle school and he welcomes you into his home with open arms just as he did before.

He’s always quick to give your pops and mom and text when you do stay the night and they’re more than appreciative.

Miles bought a blanket just for you when you slept over on the couch. It’s fleece, pink and covered in a my melody pattern. He even provides a silk pillow in a matching shade cause he knows you won't sleep with a mix matched set. He pulls it up and tucks it in when he sees you fast asleep coming in from a job, and fixes your bonnet before it slips off.

You go from Y/N in his phone to Mi Tesoro.

You’re leaving lip gloss and lashes on his desk and taking jackets of his with you. He’s walking you to the bus and won’t leave till he sees you on it safely and watches your location till you’re in the house.

You begin to show back up in his sketches but he won’t show you. His sketchbook is intimate and when he does slowly show you his pieces your heart swells up.

You always were done up, but on the days when you weren’t Miles still swore you were beautiful. With lashes and without. With a full face or bare. Nails on and off. You were his whole world.

Miles knew about the dudes you used to mess with. He was smart when he could apply himself and he knew that while the relationships ended in good terms and there was no bad blood you settled. And he wasn’t going to build your relationship with him off of settling.

No, you deserved the world and therefore he was going to give it. Because you have him the same treatment in return with zero hesitation.

So when he’s planning to ask you to be his girl. He goes all out.

After school, as always, he asks if you can come by tonight. You agree but today he wants to go up on the roof and you quickly agree. But when you go up it’s different. It’s illuminated and the trail of candles lead you to your usual spot near the edge. But it’s set up with a blanket and atop it are a bouquet of roses and the large strawberry hello kitty you were raving on the phone about last week.

“I’m not the best with words or my emotions. But I know that I couldn’t let this feeling est me anymore. So I had to draw it.” Miles nods his head and you look up at the brick wall and gasp at the sight of…you. But it’s more ethereal, you want to ask Miles how he did such a beautiful portrait but he’s guiding you to look back at him with misty eyes.

“Be mine, please? My girl, my baby.”

And your hand covers your mouth like the first time but your nodding quickly and throw your arms around him and tuck yourself under his jaw.

“Miles you're lucky I used my good setting spray!” you smack his chest as he pulls you into his chest and guides your lips to his in a gentle peck.

“Sorry love I couldn’t help” he smirks down at you.

“Don’t look at me like that” you pout and push softly against him. And he tilts his hand to look down at you.

“Like what hm? How am I looking at you?” And you rolls your eyes and pull him to plant another kiss to his lips.

Tonight he doesn’t chide you about the residue your gloss leaves behind. He’ll wear it with pride. Tonight and the next days to come.

He wonders if they’ll always be like this. He hopes they are.

Because moments like this are always fleeting.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth42!miles x reader #42!milesmorales x reader

[ox1-lovesick]

ᥫ᭡ 투바투 ── reaction to you being close with another member

ꜝꜝ🍓 pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff, angst, crack warnings. swearing (?) wc. 100-200 each

ꜝꜝ🍓 synopsis. how txt feels about you being close with the other members

ꜝꜝ🍓 a/n. back with another reaction cause writing is hard 💀👎 hope you enjoy !

𖤐 YEONJUN

i think we can all agree that yeonjun is the type that get's jealous pretty frequently 💀 he just wants your attention to be on him and him only at all times 🫶

of course he was ecstatic that you got along so well with his friends and how they basically adopted you into the group the second you walked through the door

although what he's not so ecstatic about is you and taehyun giggling amongst yourselves like the rest of them aren't there 🤕

with taehyun being one of the more shy and conserved members, he was both in awe and really happy that you were able to get him out of his shell and that taehyun could be comfortable around you

and he still is, don't get me wrong. he just wished the two of you would tone it down a notch

he's not exactly a fan of seeing you two cuddling with each other, cooking with each other, reading with each other, joking around with each other 😟

so when he comes home later that day and sees you both huddled up on the couch together watching some animal documentary while sharing snacks, he's not very happy

that was your thing, the thing you did with him almost every night, he should be there all snuggled up next to you devouring a pack of oreos instead of taehyun 🙁

he's not toxic of course and isn't going to cut you off from each other, but he will shove himself in the middle of you to create a barrier and assert dominance

although that doesn't seem to do the trick because even as yeonjun is literally ontop of you, you continue talking to taehyun about killer whales and what not like he isn't there

he swears his blood starts boiling when he sees taehyun feed you an oreo, right infront of his face too 😟

unfortunately loses his cool a little and tells taehyun to back off before stealing the packet right from his hands

immediately feels guilty though because taehyun decides to leave, leaving him with a very angry partner

and although you are really upset with him for talking to taehyun like that, you decide to let him explain himself because yeonjun isn't one to lash out for no reason

after you both talk it out and come to an agreement, you drag him over to taehyun's room so he can apologize

and then all three of you head back to the couch to finish your documentary (with taehyun sitting at the other end of the couch this time)

𖤐 SOOBIN

being the leader of the group, i think soobin would be very hesitant to introduce you to them because he feels like he has to be sure of himself and the relationship

after all why would he waste his member's time if he wasn't ?

so when he finally does decide that it's time, he's so relieved that all of them really liked you 💔

although when one of them startd to like you a little too much for his liking, it creates a problem

beomgyu was a ray of sunshine, there's no doubting that

he was kind, he was caring and most of all he was funny, what wasn't there for you to like about him?

soobin didn't like your new found interest in gyu not one bit.

he's so nasty to beomgyu when you two are together HELP ME

if beomgyu tried to hug you he'd physically pry him off you because he should be the only one touching you 🤨

of course he's only pushing his luck because it's beomgyu and beomgyu finds it funny, he's not actually so jealous that he doesn't want beomgyu breathing near you (maybe he is)

with that being said beomgyu will do everything in his power to provoke him

he'll sling an arm around you, give you cheek kisses, hold your hand when walking in crowds or have it on the small of your back, feed you and a whole bunch of other things just to get soobin angry 💀

HATES IT WHEN YOU AND GYU MAKE JOKES ONLY YOU TWO UNDERSTAND HE FEELS SO EXCLUDED

will 100% try and extend on the joke or just laugh with you both and it embarrasses him every single time 😭

tries to make jokes like that with you but they're mostly based off a one time experience so you never get them 💀

get's especially jealous when beomgyu sits himself ontop of you and you play with his hair because that. should. be. him.

would probably yank beomgyu off you and angrily lay on your chest and put your hands in his hair

if you don't start playing with his hair too he will cry

but beyond his temper tantrums he finds your relationship with gyu really cute :(

watches you two fondly from afar when you're playing around with each other

will often encourage you to invite beomgyu along on your trips together

especially if you're doing something beomgyu likes or is interested in

he'll be the one holding your hand though beomgyu can figure himself out

𖤐 BEOMGYU

beomgyu finds you and hyuka adorable

you could literally kiss kai infront of him and he'd coo (not really but you get what i'm saying)

he loves that you become more energetic around kai, especially if you're more quiet and peaceful but even if you are already a pretty lively person kai just brings out a different side in you that he loves to see 🙁

will sit in a corner and watch you two bounce off the walls together

the others would whine about how when they so much as look at you beomgyu get's angry but kai could do just about anything with you and get a free pass

he would melt on the spot if he finds you and huening playing with his plushies or cuddling them 💔

there are some times when he gets a bit jealous like when you baby kai and coo at him or cuddle up to him because he wants to have things that only he can do with you

please hold him too he might actually start crying

or when he's in need of your reassurance and affection, he wants you to himself in those moments and kai respects that and leaves you two alone so there's not really much reason for him to be upset

loves when the three of you gang up against the others

teasing soobin or calling yeonjun old together are his favourite activities

you obviously have a handshake that you all have to do every time you see each other 👆

aswell as many inside jokes that always leaves the other 3 scratching their heads

as long as you give him just as much of affection as you do hyuka all is well !!

𖤐 TAEHYUN

he tries to play it cool, he really does, but on the inside he's dying

"oh you're hanging out with yeonjun today? that's cool, be safe" and then you leave and he's ripping the whole apartment to shreds

it's cute sometimes like when you and yeonjun talk about dogs or something but not when he's holding your hand and flirting with you

he does set boundaries of course and yeonjun is respectful of them, but in all honesty? taehyun just wants you to himself 😟

will never get angry at you though it's yeonjun who's the problem

even if yeonjun's just existing in your presence he's still a problem

you could fall asleep on yeonjun's shoulder and he'll be like "👹👹👹"

poor yeonjun won't even do anything and he's still angry

both of you find his jealousy very cute though and tease him

and he'll let it slide most of the time because you're there, but later he's spitting in jun's coffee

although taehyun seems to be constantly enraged by you two he does find you both really cute

is especially soft when you take care of each other, such as preparing meals for the guys together, helping take care of each other when one is sick and so forth

really appreciates yeonjun looking out for you when he can't be there to do it himself or in ways that he can't

and ultimately happy you = happy terry so as long as you're happy so is he

𖤐 HUENINGKAI

he loves the fact you and soobin are close hello ???

his besties are besties ??? what more could he want !?

will 100% buy you all friendship bracelets and necklaces and you MUST be wearing them at all times 🤨

has a group chat with the three of you in it where you bully the others

loves wearing matching outfits with you two as well!

especially on halloween and things like that you all rock up to the party as the totally spies girls

genuinely not a jealous bone in his body

you and soobin are cuddling??? he'll get a blanket and cover you both

you and soobin are feeding each other? he'll put more food in your plates

you and soobin are going out together without him? that's cool, as long as you bring him back food 🫶

you could peel soobin's perilla leaves and he's still so unfazed

the others are a bit scared by it tbh

there are some times when hyuka wants your attention on him and not anyone else, so as long as you give it to him he's as happy as ever !!

sometimes he can get a little annoyed or frustrated like when he wants to tell you something or do something with you but you get distracted by soobin, although that's something that you two work out together

overall he's just ecstatic that two of the people he loves most love each other too 🙁🫶

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[cerastes]

That Cracker Barrel post reminds me, I was visiting my then-girlfriend in Tennessee years ago and she took me to my first ever Cracker Barrel. I was completely unfamiliar with it as an eatery and as a temple of racism, and thought it had a funny name, so I was like “oh is it like a DK barrel full of white people?” and my girlfriend chuckled and then said “kind of but if you say that out loud over there you might get killed” and she didn’t use that inflection that suggests facetiousness or intends comedy, so it got me a bit concerned. For context, I’m latino but I’m white passing.

So we get there and, yeah, she was not exaggerating, it was like a little sundowner town in a box. Table next to us briefly but cheerfully and without really minding their volume scheduled what I’m not sure if I heard completely right over the loud country music about Muh Flag And Muh Freedom but seemed to be a KKK meeting or at least somewhere where it can just be “us good ‘muricans” without the “thieves” sooo that was cool and also highly concerning.

The gravy slapped, though. They don’t eat bad at the HQ of Racism, I can confirm that at least. Also they clog their arteries, god damn they’ll fry everything up there. I thought my ex was feeding me a fib when she was like “oh yeah we can get fried Oreos at a fair, too” and it turns out, yeah, they fry Oreos at fairs and it’s delicious but each bite takes 30 minutes off your lifespan and also I’m sure at least a couple holy scriptures around the world have their Messianic figure explicitly say “Don’t fucking fry Oreos - Psalms 4:20”.

[queercoshon]

So this next story I'll be posting in 2 parts. The second part will definitely be racier. Based very loosely on a prompt given by @bigtobiggest Sorry if it's not exactly what you were looking for! The story ran away from me lol.

Without further ado, I present

A Kept Play Thing Pt. 1

CW: teasing/name calling, intox

Life has been a blur since you moved in with your girlfriend. It had been at least a few months, but less than a year of living with Olivia. However, you aren't exactly sure how much time has passed.

You remember moving in. You remember feeling exhausted hauling all those boxes in, and your girlfriend telling you to sit and rest. You remember Olivia giggling, but still concerned, as you huffed and puffed, trying to help lift the new couch up the few front steps. You remember feeling like your little pot belly was getting in the way. You remember finally collapsing on the couch and the celebration that followed.

Everything was moved in, but not unboxed and certainly not organized. Olivia had lived in the house for a few years already, so there were kitchen utensils, but she claimed exhaustion as well and put in an order to your favourite pizza place.

While waiting for it to arrive, she grabbed a box of craft ciders from the fridge and plopped them on the floor between you. She handed you a cherry one, which you chugged back gratefully. God, you were thirsty after all that exercise. You let out a belch, and she smirked and patted your belly, shaking loose a few more burps. She handed you another can while she went and got your housewarming present; a brand new gorgeous bong. It was different shades of blue and looked almost like stained glass. By the time she had ground the flower and held it to your mouth, the second cider was gone.

A few bong rips and you were soaring, and so hungry. By the time the pizza arrived, you'd consumed half a bag of oreos and another 2 ciders to deal with your cottonmouth.

Olivia handed you your large pizza and kissed your forehead, making you blink your eyes and smile dumbly.

"Eat up, baby. You're starving."

And you were. So you dove in, swallowing so fast and chewing so little Oliva was afraid you would choke. She kept interrupting your hoovering with the bong and endless cider sips, which you accepted every time.

She finished her personal sized pizza as you got lost in a haze, freely hiccupping, burping, and letting out little moans. Her hands fondled your belly, now sticking out of your shirt entirely.

You both knew the other person was very into this. Part of moving in together was influenced by your desire to let go, and your girlfriend's desire to blow someone up into an obese play thing. She already loved the contrast of your plush, curvy body, now just a little too big for size L clothing, up against her lithe and visibly muscular physique. She held the last piece of your pizza to your mouth, desperately eager to make you so much bigger.

You don't remember anything else from that night. You don't remember much of anything since then, really. Day blends into night and back into day for you. You wake at random times. Sometimes Olivia is home, sometimes she's not. There is always food for you, and always paired with booze and weed.

If Olivia's home, she helps you gorge by feeding you when you lose momentum, holding your chin up to take another swig when your head starts to lull, lighting your bong and countless joints, and rubbing your expanding gut to make some room and ease the ache. She makes sure your mouth is never idle. Often, you'll pass out in a drunken food coma mid-chew.

If she's out, either at work, the gym, out with friends, or shopping, she's set the expectation that everything she set out better be gone when she gets back.

You'll often crack open your eyes, and belch as you try to roll over, still drunk and/or high. But that won't stop you from reaching over to the night table and popping the tab on a beer or chugging back whatever mixed drink Olivia left for you. Your head spins as you light a joint, and even though you're still stuffed from when you previously passed out, you salivate as you look at the push cart beside you.

You're not sure, but you think the amount of food on it is growing. When you started this, she would leave enough food for 2 people plus leftovers, like an extra large pizza or stack of pancakes with bacon and sausage on the side. You would of course do as you were told and devour everything, rendering you speechless and breathless, temporarily beached in your bed or on the couch.

As the amount on the tray grew, so did you, though you were barely aware of it. You knew you were gaining weight, but you didn't register just how much and how quickly it happened. Your pot belly grew into a rounded gut, always taking up real estate on your thickened thighs. Your arms fattened up and stretched all your sleeves. Your chin quickly grew into three that shook and jiggled with every bite. Your chest sat on top of your belly, little mounds of sensitive flesh Olivia loved to play with to get you riled up. You wore just your underwear, or constantly new sweatpants and t-shirts. Olivia never sized up any of your jeans or nicer clothes. You never left the house so there was no point.

#queer feedism #intox kink #feedism story #stuffed fatty #intox feedee #intox wg #stuffing literature #feedee feeder #feedist #stoned stuffing #stoned feedee #make me huge #wg fiction

[maxislvt]

Baby It's Cold Outside

Summary: Wanda had always kept an eye out for her neighbor. So when she finds you alone and cold on Christmas, she can't help but intervene.

Warnings: Age-gap relationships, R being gay again, also it's not projecting if it's part of the request!!

A/N: This reads like a fucking Hallmark movie.

Event Masterlist

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Being neighbors with Wanda had many perks. She was a kind soul. It didn’t matter what the occasion was — if someone needed help, she was the first to step up and make a plan. She attended every PTA and neighborhood watch meeting she possibly could. Wanda was the sun of Westview, and not a single person could escape her compassionate rays. No one except her adorable little hermit of a next-door neighbor. You were a bit of a mystery in the community. You were young, just moved in, and seemingly didn’t know anyone in the area. As if the lack of attachments wasn’t enough, you were painfully shy. You had missed the first few community parties since no one could contact you. When you did attend the first pool party, all you did was sit on a floatie and drink.

Wanda was fortunate enough to be one of the few people you actually talked to in the neighborhood. Though the conversations were brief, she learned a lot about you. Most of it was through simply watching you but you were surprisingly open with Wanda. Despite your crippling shyness, you worked in retail. You had a really bad habit of putting your hand in your face when you spoke. Wanda assumed it was so you had an excuse not to look people in the eye. You also really enjoyed photography. You loved it so much, that the simple promise of taking pictures was all it took to get you out of the house. Wanda even convinced the principal to commission you to take yearbook photos.

Wanda thought you were the cutest thing to ever wander into the neighborhood. Though she denied it if anyone asked, the older woman had developed a slight crush on you. She was kind to you because she was kind to everybody, but not everyone could say that Wanda gave them homemade lunch every Wednesday. In fact, those Wednesday lunch boxes were the start of a real relationship between you and Wanda.

"Here you go, sweetheart! I made sure to add some extra Oreos in there!" Wanda was always extra bubbly on Wednesdays. She'd wait until the morning to actually pack your lunch so you'd have no choice but to sit down and warm up a bit before heading off to work. Having actual conversations and hearing your thoughts about the world was oddly relaxing for her. Any relaxation she got from that day's conversation was immediately thrown out the window when her hands brushed yours. "Your hands are as cold as ice! You're not sick are you?" Wanda carefully grabbed your hand and squeezed.

The extra touch made you jump out of your skin. "Oh! I'm fine, my heater sorta broke last night while I was sleeping. I'm working an extra shift tonight so I can get fixed, don't worry about me!!" You and Wanda had been friends for almost a year and you had yet to learn how she worked. Every time you told her not to worry, she would only worry about you more. "I got a heated blanket and a lot of pillows on my bed, I'll be fine for a few days!" A brave smile spread across your face with the hopes of getting Wanda to relax about your condition.

Wanda pressed the back of her hand against your forehead. Your temperature was fine and you seemed to only have the sniffles, but she wasn't going to leave you out to the wolves. "Fine, but let me make you some soup for lunch!" Before you could refuse, Wanda took the lunch box out of your hand and headed back towards the kitchen. "There's some pancakes leftover from breakfast this morning if you want and I'll make sure to make extra dinner tonight so you'll have something warm before bed."

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Just taking lunch from her once a week made you feel guilty, you'd never live down having her feed you three times in one day. "No, that's not necessary! I'm sure what you made me today is enough," You said as you reached for the lunch box. "Plus, isn't tonight when Vision comes over? I'd hate to intrude or give the wrong impression!" You continued to make grabby hands until Wanda used her free hand to cup your face.

"I'm going to make you soup for lunch and you're going to eat breakfast while I do it. Then, I'm going to drop you off at work to make up for having to stay." With her careful grip on your face and confident tone of voice, you were hopeless against her. "Vision wants to commission you again anyways. You two can talk about that over dinner." She gave your cheeks an affectionate squeeze before letting you go.

Having Wanda talk to you like that had certainly awakened something in you, but you elected to mindlessly follow her orders rather than think too hard about your attraction to your neighbor. "I'm sorry, but I can't do any more photography right now…my lens got scratched up and I can't afford to replace it right now." Opening up to Wanda was a slippery slope. One minute you're lamenting about your struggles and the next she's draining her wallet just to help.

Wanda nodded along as she began to cook. "Ah, well he won't need it until early next year so there's enough time to get that in order! What type of camera do you use?" She felt bad about taking advantage of your misfortune, but it was the only way you'd accept a gift from her. "Oh, and there's some juice in the fridge if you want."

Had you not been busy eating, you would've noticed the trap Wanda had set up. "Oh well, I'll use any camera, but I mostly prefer digital cameras over anything." The feeling of a homecook meal filling your stomach was wonderful. "This breakfast is really good, thank you Ms.Maximoff!"

Wanda sighed as she put a glass of juice next to your plate. "I told you, Wanda is just fine. You make me feel like I already have grandkids."She playfully flicked your forehead before turning back to the stove. "Also, a broken camera won't get you out of dinner. It'll be ready as soon as you get off work!"

You let out a sigh of defeat but continued eating. "Okay, just promise not to go overboard because I'm gonna be there. You know how you get with guests."

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Wanda had decided to take step back after having you over for dinner. You spent days desperately coming up with ways to pay back her kindness. After enough pleading, the two of you settled on just having you entertain the boys while she went gift shopping. Though Wanda was hesitant to leave you with the boys and take up your weekend, she left anyways.

After being stuck in dreadfully long lines and the densest traffic she'd ever seen, Wanda didn't exactly have high hopes when she returned. Billy was calm on his own, but Tommy had a way of bringing his brother out of his shell and into his world of chaos. Which was to say she was rather surprised to see her sons resting peacefully on the couch with you sandwiched in between. "Oh, this is definitely a first."

You looked up from the tv and smiled. "Yeah, Tommy was a bit of rugrat. Turns out he really likes puzzles though, it's a really easy weakness to exploit." You carefully moved out from between the twins. "I can help bring the gifts in if you want. I don't know how long these two will stay asleep when they realize I'm gone."

Wanda didn't bother trying to refuse you. "I would really appreciate that. Just hide them in Vision's old study for me." She handed you off the first few bags she brought in the house. "Do you have any plans for Christmas?" It was a simple question, but one that made her unreasonably nervous. "I mean, you probably do, but if not there's always a seat at my table for you!" She batted her eyelash and flashed the prettiest smile she could. "Even if you just step in to say hi, it'll make me really happy."

Rather than answer her, you just kept bringing in bags. You couldn't tell her the truth. There weren't any Christmas plans and you would just spend the day cooped up in your house. Wanda wouldn't let you do that. "Welp, that's all the gifts! Hope you and kids have a nice winter break!"

Wanda grabbed your coat sleeve before you could walk out of the house. She pulled your back flush against her chest. "I'd really appreciate it if you showed up." Her hands slid to your front and zipped up your jacket. She considered giving you a kiss on the cheek, but the moment was ruined by her twins' disgust.

"Noo, don't let mom give you cooties!"

You burst out into laughter at Tommy's interjection. "There's no cootie giving here. I promise your mom doesn't like me that way." The words sounded neutral leaving your mouth, but they disappointed you. "I'm sure Ms — Wanda wants someone her own age and more capable." You giggled to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm off to work! Call me if you need help wrapping stuff!"

"Fine, but the offer still stands!"

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Christmas day had arrived and you were nowhere to be found. The whole neighborhood and their relatives had packed themselves into her house, but you were just a ghost.

"Wow Wands, I'm surprised you haven't been showing off that new plaything of yours yet." Agatha's teasing voice filled the air. "Their car's still parked. They can't have gone far."

Wanda frowned at Agatha's description of you. "They're not my plaything and even if they were, I wouldn't show them off like some dog." Deep down, she knew part of that wasn't true. She'd happily show you around like a new puppy if you'd let her, but you weren't hers to show off. Not yet at least. "I'll go check on them, but promise not to say anything weird if they come over." Wanda grabbed her coat and made her way to your front door. At first, she just looked around to see if you were there. Maybe you'd been picked up by someone else when she wasn't looking out her kitchen window and hoping you'd walk over to her house. The adorable sight of you sleepily hunched over your laptop was all the confirmation she needed.

The knock on your door startled you. You climbed off your kitchen countertop and opened the door. Wanda standing in front of your door with her arms crossed was not what you expected at all. "Oh, hey Wanda." You stood up straighter and fixed your clothes. "Is everything alright, do you need me to watch the boys?" It confused you when Wanda shook her head. You peeked over to her house and noticed all the cars lined up in front of her house. "Oh, your Hanukkah party! How's that going?"

Wanda could only sigh. "No dear, it's my Christmas party. You know, the one I invited you to last week?" She watched as your face fell. You looked like a kid that just got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. "You're not taking anything from anyone by coming. Just a few hours, that's all I want." Her heart nearly exploded watching you shift from side to side.

"Why are you so nice to me all the time? I'm just your neighbor." Being defensive when you had no excuse wasn't a good habit, but you'd rather die than have Wanda waste another ounce of her kindness on you. "I'll be fine. My heat is back on and I've got enough food. Just go have fun." You got ready to close the door only for Wanda to put her foot in the hinge.

"I'm nice to you because I like you." It was Wanda's turn to blush. Karma for all the times she'd left you a stuttering mess for her own amusement. "I understand if you're not interested, but every time I see you I just get the urge to take care of you. It makes me sad seeing you overwork yourself and huddle up in your house all day." She gripped your door frame hoping you'd be at least kind enough to reject her softly.

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. None of the words swirling in your head made sense. You were overjoyed at Wanda's confession, but you didn't wanna seem like a nerd in front of her. "...I'll…I'll go to your party, just let me get washed up first." You slowly opened the door and let Wanda into your home. "Sit down if you'd like, I'll be showering upstairs."

While you showered and rehearsed your own confession, Wanda roamed your house. There wasn't much, but you cared for what you had. The video games were neatly stacked and organized, your couch and furniture had just been cleaned, and the fruit washed and ready to eat. "You really do a good job at keeping… What is that?" The compliments on your house care were cut off by Wanda's astonishment at the sweater you choose to wear.

You looked down at your sweater and smiled happily. "Oh, I got it from the store I work at. I didn't get to wear it last year so I'm bringing it out today…do you like it?" The graphic skeleton with a Santa hat, mug of hot liquid, and decorations in its chest cavity wasn't exactly what Wanda expected of your style, but it was cute on you regardless.

"I think it's very cute. Now let's go, people we ask questions if they don't see me after a while."

You grabbed Wanda's hand and tugged it before she reached the door. "I really like you too. I understand if you want to go slow because of the boys, but I'm willing to commit." The seriousness on your face was foreign. "I'll try not to be such a hermit!"

Wanda kissed your cheek and simply led you back to her house. It was obvious you had practiced your confession, but she could always tease you about it later. Thankfully, not many people noticed how long she was gone so you were able to sneak into the crowd without too many questions. Of course, nothing escaped Agatha's watchful eyes but Wanda shielded you from her invasive questions.

Christmas was the first time you had stayed until the end of an event. Sure you had the ulterior motives of making a good impression on Wanda, but you genuinely had fun and hadn't noticed the hours ticked by. Cleaning and putting the boys to bed took a while, but you were satisfied to see Wanda's house back to its original state.

"Here! I meant to give you this when you first came over, but you were too busy partying to notice." Wanda carefully placed a box down on the countertop and smiled. She giggled at your hesitation. "You're not gonna refuse a Christmas gift from your girlfriend, are you?"

The title made your face hot. "That's a low blow, especially for you!" You carefully pulled off the wrapping paper and lifted the lid. Your heart stopped once you saw what was inside. "Wanda, this is almost a thousand dollars worth of equipment! I can't accept this, I didn't get you anything."

While you mulled over a way to pay Wanda back, her mind began to wander. "I can think of a few ways you can pay me back," She whispered. Her hands cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a lot deeper than the ones she imagined giving you before. "A few more of those and we'll be even. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

#panther's 12 days of christmas #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #milf!wanda

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: hiiii miss me? sorry about the lack of posting but june was a batshit crazy month for me and i’ve been dealing with a bit of writer’s block. i hate this title but 🤷🏼‍♀️ @making-it-big had prompted a fic where andrei was facetiming the kids while he’s away and this is what came of that idea! hope you guys enjoy 🥰

word count: 3k

tw: none! this is just some soft family cuteness

summary: while he’s on the road, andrei never misses a facetime call with you and the kids

The one thing you never forget though, is the nightly FaceTime with Andrei when he’s on the road. Every single road game is different when it comes to the call - sometimes they’re late at night and shorter, other times he’ll have time to talk for a while before they leave for the airport. It doesn’t matter where Andrei is, he FaceTimes you and the kids every day.

Tonight, the team’s in Columbus, after flying in from Detroit earlier in the afternoon. They have the night off before their game tomorrow. You only know the schedule because you have it all written out meticulously on the giant calendar in the kitchen. You had made fun of the calendar when some of the other older and more experienced WAGs had told you about it, but now it’s your saving grace. Otherwise you’d have basically no idea where in North America your husband is unless he’s next to you.

The kids are buzzing, excited to talk to Andrei and update him on the past few days. Evie and Alina jostle for their favored positions on the couch, eventually deciding that Alina gets to be wedged against the arm and Evie gets the other 2/3 of the couch cushion. You’re not sure how that ended up being the deal, but you’re not about to get involved in the careful negotiations between sisters. Kira, the ever unbothered middle child, wanders in and out of the den, various toys and snacks coming and going with her. “Hey,” you call out to her, stopping the five-year-old in her tracks. She looks up at you with wide eyes. “That’s the last Oreo,” you point at her, raising an eyebrow and crossing your index finger over your heart, your code with the kids that you’re serious and that they better promise to listen.

Kira blinks innocently at you and chirps, “yes, mommy!” in a tone that has you getting up from your squatted position at the coffee table and moving into the kitchen to take the family-sized pack of Oreos from a lower cabinet and moving it to a cabinet above the fridge. Kira pouts at you, clutching her remaining snacks in her hands.

“Remember when your tummy hurt because you ate too much cake at D’s birthday party and you puked on Daddy’s lap?” You ask, adjusting Maks in the carrier attached to your chest. The three-month-old yawns and presses his cheek to your chest, little eyelids fluttering shut.

“Oh,” Kira pulls a face, looking just like Andrei, “I didn’t like that. Puking was gross.”

You point at her, grinning, “too many Oreos before bed will make your tummy hurt and you might puke again.”

She looks scared, her eyes opening wide, and you almost feel bad for her. But then she looks down at the two Oreos clutched in her hands and shoves them both in her mouth, spewing crumbs as she shouts, “I don’t wanna puke, Mommy!” while running back into the den and around the dining room table.

“Your sister is such a little weirdo,” you murmur affectionately to Maks. The baby burrows his face close to your chest and you check the time over the stove - 6:43 - which means he’ll be up for a feed soon enough. Hopefully he’ll be awake while Andrei’s still on the call. Turning back to the den, you start to say, “girls, let’s give Daddy —“ stopping short when none of your children are in sight. Evie and Alina are gone from the couch and Kira isn’t in the room, although you can hear her singing to herself from behind a few walls. If you had to guess, she’s doing princess twirls in front of the full length mirror in the foyer.

You shake your head and mutter, “where the hell did they all go?”

Dimitri toddles into the room, blocks clutched in his chubby little baby hands. “Mama!” He shouts, holding the blocks up. “Yook!” You grin at his little speech impediment - he can’t say his Ls yet and they all sound like Ys. “Bocks”

“That’s right, buddy, blocks! Were you building something?” You take the blocks he offers you, holding the pair of them in one hand and taking his hand in your free one, leading him over to the couch so you can hopefully get this FaceTime call started.

“Bi’ding for mama,” he says proudly and you press a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of baby shampoo.

“Mama loves your building, but how about we call Papa?” You pitch your voice higher, infusing excessive excitement into your tone. Dimitri giggles and claps his hands.

“Papa! Papa!” He chants and while he’s distracted you reach over and tap at the screen of the iPad, swiping Andrei’s contact information and bringing up the FaceTime screen. Dimitri fidgets on the couch for the entire thirty seconds it takes for Andrei to answer, but once he sees Andrei’s face fill the screen, Dimitri shouts, “Papa!” and his face splits into a huge grin.

Andrei’s face is wearing a matching grin and he shouts back, “Dimka! How’s Papa’s big boy?”

You lean against the back of the couch while Dimitri babbles to Andrei, watching as your husband’s entire face lights up while they chat. Dimitri is Andrei’s little clone, if the baby pictures Elena sends are any indication, and when their faces are side by side like this, you can totally see it. Every so often, Andrei’s gaze slips over to look at you and he smiles, winking. You return the expression, one hand resting over Maks’s back. Dimitri could chatter about anything and everything, using his limited toddler vocabulary, and you shout up the stairs for the girls, still wondering where the older two went. Maks continues to sleep soundly, even after you’ve shouted for them twice - the fifth kid really learns to sleep anywhere and under any conditions.

“Coming!” Evie shouts back and then there she and Alina are, traipsing down the stairs in too long sweaters that you recognize from Andrei’s closet. They’re holding the hems of the sweaters in their hands like they’re princesses wearing ball gowns and it’s adorable. Both girls are tall for their age - the Svechnikov genes at work - but even still the sweaters hang to their ankles when they release the knit.

“What are you two doing?” You ask, pulling Alina back by her shoulder so you can twist her long hair up into a bun on top of her head. The seven-year-old is always wandering around with her hair in her face and you hate it, always worried she’s going to fall down the stairs because she can’t see anything.

Alina struggles under your hands, trying to get away from the bun, but you’re faster than she is and tie it off quickly before she runs off to the den, throwing herself onto the couch and interrupting Dimitri so she can start telling Andrei all about her day.

You turn to Evie and she looks a little shifty, but also extremely pleased with herself while she twists her fingers in the sleeves of Andrei’s sweater. “We just wanted Dad to know, like, because he wears the bracelets me and Al and Kira made for him when he plays in other places so we know that he misses us. We wanted to wear his sweaters when he calls so he knows we miss him,” she explains in a rambling, breathless monologue that has your tearing up with the sweetness of her gesture.

“How did we get so lucky with you?” You murmur, cupping her chin and kissing the top of her head. “Sweet as iced tea.”

She beams, happy with your praise, and runs off to join her brother and sister. You can hear her interrupt Alina’s story, talking over her sister to tell Andrei that she picked the sweaters special because she’s the oldest. Kira appears from somewhere, a juice box in her hand, and you shake your head. The four kids are piled on the couch, all talking over each other and not letting Andrei get a word in edgewise. From your spot behind the couch, you have a full view of his face and the completely adoring expression on his face. He’s smiling and laughing, trying to pay attention to all four of them at once and making it look easy.

Maks fusses against your chest and you look at the time, nearly 7:30, so while the kids are distracted and with Maks still strapped to your chest, you adjust so your breast is out and Maks can eat, wincing a little when he struggles for a second before latching on. The general chaos coming from the couch starts to cool off and one by one, the kids run out of things to say, starting to peel away from the screen. Kira disappears, as is her M.O. as the middle child, and Alina wiggles to the floor to start doing somersaults.

Dimitri is flat on his back on the couch, kicking his feet in the air, dangerously close to Evie’s head while she recounts the play date she had the day before. “And Mom said we get to watch the game tomorrow at Auntie Nykki’s so we get to see Gigi and are you suuuuure we can’t get a dog?” she finishes, deploying giant puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sure,” Andrei laughs, shaking his head. “It’s not fair to Mama, to have to take care of a dog and you crazy little goblins.”

“Buuuut….” Evie winds up to start begging, but you cut in.

“Eve, we talked about this. No puppy until you’re older, now time to say goodnight to Dad and head off to bed,” you ruffle her hair a little, bracing your hand against the back of Maks’s head when you lean forward a bit.

Andrei jumps in before Evie can protest, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay zaychik? Spokoynoy nochi.”

“Spokoynoy nochi,” Evie replies, blowing kisses through the screen. Alina and Kira appear for virtual goodnight kisses too and you hoist Dimitri onto your hip and give Andrei the “one-minute” gesture while you usher the girls upstairs and get their teeth brushed and tucked into bed.

With Dimitri still clinging to you like a koala and Maks fast asleep in a milk coma, you finally return to the den and drop down onto the couch. “Hi,” you grin at Andrei. Dimitri rests his head on your thigh and runs a toy car over the cushion, clearly fading but reluctant to sleep. He’ll be out in a few minutes and you’ll transition him to his bed.

“Hi,” Andrei grins back. “Miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you card your fingers through Dimitri’s fine blond hair. “They were on something different tonight. And just so you know, both girls are sleeping in your sweaters.”

He shifts from sitting on the hotel bed to lying back against the pillows, tucking one hand behind his head and hiding the colourful braided and beaded bracelets that Evie, Alina, and Kira had made him. A soft smile makes his dimple pop. “We got lucky with them,” he says.

“We did,” you adjust Maks in the carrier, pulling aside the fabric covering the back of his head so Andrei can see him a little better. You’re getting warm having sixteen pounds of baby strapped so close to your chest. “How’s Columbus?”

“Boring,” he snorts a laugh. His smile turns a little sly. “What are you wearing?”

You laugh a little, until a new and familiar voice chimes in. “Oh fuck no,” Martin Necas yelps. “You’ve got five fucking kids, don’t tell me that you’re still chatting her up like a twenty-something idiot.”

Marty’s been your husband’s roommate on the road for years now, but you didn’t realize that he’d been around while the kids were talking to Andrei.

On-screen, Andrei smirks, a cocky expression taking over his face, “how do you think we got five kids? The stork?”

A towel flies into view from off-screen, whacking Andrei in the face while he laughs. You giggle at their antics and Neci comes into view, poking his head in front of Andrei’s phone. “Don’t let him talk to you like that, you’ve got all the power. He’s fucking whipped,” he teases, ruffling his hand through damp hair.

“Don’t worry,” you grin. “I’ve got babies attached to my hip and spit up all over my shirt. No chance he finds this attractive.”

Andrei’s expression turns hungry and he scrubs a hand over his bearded chin, the rasp of his fingers over the hair sending a shiver down your spine. “Neci, cover your ears, I want to say something adult to my wife,” Andrei teases. “It’s not for the ears of children.”

“Fuck you,” Marty whips a pillow from his bed at Andrei. It lands with a hollow noise on Andrei’s stomach and he exhales heavily. “One, I’m older than you and two, your literal children are right there. You’re gonna be disgusting in front of them?”

You smother a laugh with your hand. “Dimitri is passed out,” you say, angling the iPad down so they can see the conked out toddler spread out starfish style on the couch, toy car held loosely in one hand. “And Maks is definitely out.” You show them the infant, his little rosebud mouth gaping open and his eyelids twitching as he dreams. “So you’re good to say whatever you want.”

“No, do not encourage him,” Marty groans. “I have to share a room with him.”

Andrei tosses the pillow back, but Marty was expecting it and catches the pillow in mid-air. “You know, I’m the Captain. I don’t have to share a room,” Andrei says.

“You’d miss me too much,” Marty grins, waggling his eyebrows. “If you two are going to be disgusting, I’m leaving.”

“Good, leave,” Andrei deadpans.

You click your tongue, “be nice! What kind of leadership are you displaying?”

“Yeah, listen to your wife,” Marty teases, getting out of bed and shoving his feet into a pair of slides. “I’m telling Roddy that you’re a shitty Captain.”

He shoves at Andrei’s shoulder on his way out, waving to you. The door clicks shut behind him and you shake your head at Andrei, “you two are terrible.”

Andrei waves a hand in the air, grinning. “Neci’s dealt with worse from me on the road. I ever tell you about the food poisoning incident?”

“No,” you wince, “and I don’t want to know.” You yawn and apologize. “Sorry, baby. I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there,” he replies, rubbing at his chin again. He pauses and you’re both quiet for a bit, just soaking up the other’s presence. Dimitri’s hand goes completely slack and he drops the toy car to the floor. You kick it slightly under the coffee table so you don’t step on it later. Andrei coughs a little, “it’s only been a couple days, but it feels like they’re different. Bigger.”

“The only one that really grew this week is this guy,” you pat Maks’s diapered bottom. “Gained another pound from his last checkup.”

Andrei grins. He sits up and pushes his hair off his forehead, leaning closer to the screen. “That’s my boy,” he chuckles. “How big is he now?”

“Sixteen pounds,” you laugh, shifting him against your chest. “He’s in the eightieth percentile for his age, Drei.”

“Big boy,” Andrei replies.

“Takes after his Daddy,” you blow him a kiss, yawning again. “I know it’s not even nine, but I really need to sleep for a bit before tiny Hulk wakes up for his next feeding.”

Andrei nods. “I know, I’m sorry I kept you up. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you tuck Maks back into the carrier so you can bring boy boys upstairs easier. “But you’ll be home in two days and then I’m happily passing off parenting duties to you.”

“I can’t wait, solnyshka,” Andrei says seriously, eyes twinkling at the prospect of being back home. “And once I handle parenting, I have a few things I’d like to do with you.”

You laugh, “those adult things that you kicked Marty out of the room to say?”

Andrei hums and affirmative. “I never even got to say them.” His lower lip pokes out in a pout, a childish expression in direct contrast with his beard and blown pupils.

“I’ll use my imagination,” you assure him. “I love you.”

“Love you,” he puckers his lips at you in a kiss and you tap the screen, ending the call. You skimp back against the couch for a minute, resting, before you get to your feet and lift Dimitri’s toddler dead weight into your arms to bring him up to bed. Once you’ve checked and reassured yourself that all five kids are asleep and tucked in bed, you finally crawl into your own bed and pass out for a bit before getting up to feed Maks. You’re so ready for Andrei to come home.

When he does come home, two days later, he bounds through the front door full of energy, swinging you into a kiss that makes you laugh and swooping the two closest children - Kira and Dimitri - up into his arms. They squeal with excitement that Daddy is home. The older two girls are at school and Andrei insists on being the one to pick them up, buckling Kira and Dimitri into their car seats and taking the fully loaded Navigator to the school.

He has the windows rolled down and the three of them wave at you while he backs down the driveway. Andrei at the wheel of the Navigator with all the children in tow is a much different picture than Andrei behind the wheel of his string of ugly coloured Lamborghinis.

His grin though, that full, missing-toothed, dimpled smile? That grin is the same on your thirty-six year old husband as it was on the twenty-one year old golden retriever of a boy you fell in love with.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov imagine

[vee-crytraps]

Good Luck, Babe! | Ch 1-3 | Ice Cream for Breakfast

{Trigger Warning/Themes Masterlist} This is split into a billion parts because it's long as hell! Read on Ao3 to avoid the headache!

The rest of your breakfast went by just like that, with the members of your family begrudgingly finishing their unhealthy breakfasts. Dick volunteered to clean up with Alfred (who was spared your wrath), just to see how many beads it would earn him. The answer, as it turned out, was three. “Are you sure you don’t have any blue?” “You’ll take red and you’ll like it.”

Free from dish duty, you took the time to slip on some easy outdoor shoes. The dewy, early morning grass crunches under your soles as you approached the Wayne family cemetery. Aside from Jason’s empty lot, there was only one non-Wayne buried behind the manor, the grave well tended and resting at the base of a ten year old weeping willow. A silver spoon clinked and swirled in the crystal parfait cup with each step as you approached, kneeling in front of the grey stone. “Oreo froyo, with crushed cookie bits and enough cherries to feed a small village.” You presented, placing the offering at the base of the grave. “I can’t believe you’re still terrorizing me with frozen yogurt from the afterlife,” A breeze comes in, rustling the wispy branches and tendril like leaves. “Obviously I can’t leave it out here. It might poison a deer or raccoons or something,” You mumble. “But I hope you appreciate the gesture.” After twelve years, you didn’t have much to say to her anymore. Especially with how frequently you visited. You let the tips of your fingers graze against the letters, carved deep into the smooth stone. Eventually, you sit there long enough that small rocks and outdoor debris press into the skin on your knees. You only feel it when you’re pulled from the trance as Bruce runs his fingers through your hair. When you can finally bring yourself to look up at him, he reveals the party hat he’d been hiding behind his back with his free hand. You let out a snort that brings a smile to your face, despite the tears that prick in the corner of your eyes. “I knew I was forgetting something.” Together, you manage to find a stone that traps the thin string of the paper hat against the earth, leaving it to sit upright with little fear of it blowing away. Shortly after, you find yourself taking Bruce’s offered hand, nuzzling into his side as he walks you back across the grounds and into the manor. He couldn’t count on his fingers and toes how many colds you’d gotten from sitting by her side over the years, lost in your thoughts no matter the weather. It was probably close the same amount he’d gotten when he was your age, grieving the loss of his own parents. When you’re safely inside, he turns you around by your shoulders at the door of the staircase. “Go get washed up for your party, your face is all sticky.” Laughing, you reach up to cover his hand with yours, offering a light squeeze.

Part 4

#v.fic #tim drake x reader #glb! #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader

[caliginouscalico]

[Locke voice]: "Gang, while you're robbing the diamond store, be sure and cross the street to the bodega and buy a bottle of juice for Jimmy. Be sure it's one of the big ones, if we don't feed him sugar water every 6 hours, he starves to death, like a hummingbird. And don't kill the cashier, he gave me a box of expired oreos for free one time."

#payday 2 #payday #Jimmy #cocaine Jimmy #hardcore henry #expired oreos

[nicosavior456]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 15: Hyun’s Origins

Hyun PoV

I sent Reyna and Chika back to Camp Jupiter safely. I walk towards the woods, hoping to get out of this place. So many memories kept flooding back to me, and all I could think about was the first time I met Ben.

Flashback(Kindergarten)

Daddy sent me to school and packed my favorite fruit strawberry. I sat next to a boy, who is my age. He has mischievous green eyes and brown silky hair and is wearing a SpongeBob shirt. He kept poking me on the shoulder and I got very angry.

“WHAAT?” I shouted in annoyance, The whole class looked at me and the teacher, an elderly woman, looked at me in disapproval.

“Ms. Mun, what is the issue?” The teacher asks in an irritated tone while the students look at me. Oh great, this boy embarrassed me.

“The boy next to me won't stop me and it's very annoying," I said with my eyes showing tears.

“Ben, why did you poke.” The teacher looked at the annoying, mischievous boy. The boy smiled brightly and just showed a picture of stick figures.

"I want the prettiest girl in the world to see my cool drawing." The teacher suddenly opened her eyelids and cast a warm smile, I swear this teacher is unpredictable at times. The rest of the class looked on in approval and some even snickered.

"Look, Ben, you should show the drawing at recess, and you should be mindful of other's feelings Ben. Next time, just tell me how you feel next time. Now let's resume class." I blushed when he called me the prettiest girl in class. 

Flashback End

Dear god, what a cute memory. I remember after the whole poking situation, he apologize and he offered me Cheez-Its and Oreos and he promise to not do that again. His mom is such a sweet woman that she offers free snacks whenever I come by after she picked Ben up from school and Ben and I tell her about the situation of Ben poking me. After my father died, she offered up her home and she looked after me. I was very grief-stricken, and I was just so heartbroken, that I thought about suicides at times. If it weren't for Ben and his mom, I would probably be at a mental hospital about now. I remember Ben made me watch him play Call of Duty and his drawing pictures of him, calling me the prettiest girl in the world. He also brushes my hair at times and ties my hair with a bow. He even learned how to cook and bake just to help his mom and feed me a lot. You would not believe that his godly mother is freaking Eris or should I say Discordia. How in the world did Ben's mom fall for that, at least that crazy bitch gives me Ben. Everything was so simple back then, but everything changed when a werewolf attacked us when we had just become freshmen in high school.

Flashback (Werewolf Attack)

Ben and I decided to walk in the woods at night and Ben just decided to dance for fun. I joined in for fun. Ben was just wearing black jeans and a band t shirt that says Three Days Grace, while I was wearing a black short, pleated skirt that reaches mid-thigh and the purple Camp Jupiter shirt. Ben was looking at my legs and tried to look away when I caught him. Aww, he's trying not to come off as a pervert, I don't mind if he wants to stare at my legs and wants to peek under my skirt. Hey, I'm a pervert too and I love his butt that needs to be spanked by my hand.

“Must you wear short skirts; you are going to kill half the camp," Ben says with a red face. I love teasing Ben; he is cute when he blushes a lot.

"I'm pretty sure a lot of campers saw my legs and they are still alive and well. You know Ben, I can let you peek under my skirt. Teehee" I chuckle, while Ben yells "GAAAA, you are the worst."

"I Know," I said in a teasing manner.

"But I love you, anyway, come here you" Ben dragged me close to the chest and I blushed. Does Ben see me as a sister or as a girlfriend, hopefully, we can figure it out eventually. I heard a branch crack and suddenly a werewolf appeared out of nowhen like it just appeared as the moon shining on the grass. It was so fast and we didn't bring our weapons with us, It tackled Ben to the ground and I was busy chatting up a fire spell in Latin. Ben somehow manages to stab the werewolf's eye out and drag it across its face. The wolf cried in horror and it became golden dust.

"Good thing I bring my pocket knife everywhere. Hey, everything Hyun" as he laughs in a carefree tone. I was so shocked, we were literally at New Rome's borders, how did a monster find this place? Suddenly a Japanese guy with an eyepatch shows up and he points his blade at Ben's neck.

"It seems to be that you are bitten, my name is Ethan Nakamura and I have been sent here to recruit for Luke Castellan's mission." The Japanese eyepatch guy says with a stoic expression. This guy seems to be a real deal. I look at Ben's neck and it shows a huge bite mark.

"Now then if you work for us, we can help find a cure for your friend. After all, we are fellow children of minor deities. Olympus doesn't care for us and our godly parents, we are expendable. The Titan Army will care for your friend's condition, while you give us intel and kill for us when necessary, now what do you say?" As Ethan holds up his hand I take it.

"No Hyun don't, this guy will just use us for his goal. He works for the Titan army remember, his team has been trying to destroy the world and our home." Ben shouts while Ethan gives him a disdainful look.

"That's the Olympian propaganda speaking to you. For god's sake, you will become a monster and I offering your friend here a chance to cure you. You are a son of Discordia; do you think the gods or even this camp will give a shit about you. Now you hope your friend is smarter than you." Ethan says while I think to myself about Ethan's words. He's right about the gods not caring for us, and it sucks that Ben and I have to keep proving ourselves that we have New Rome's interest at heart a lot more often than children of the Olympian gods. If this eyepatch has a cure for the werewolf bite, then I should take his offer. Ben doesn't deserve to be a monster for the rest of his life. If I just killed the monster sooner, Ben would have not been bitten.

"Fine I agree to those terms, I will be your spy." Ethans looked on in approval and did a small smile while Ben cast a defeated but understanding look.

"Then it is done, welcome to the team Hyun Mun" he shook my hand and left in a puff of smoke. He might as well be a son of Batman with the whole edgy eyepatch and leaving in a smoke.

Flashback End

Once I made the deal with Ethan, I gathered intel for the Titan army and even killed some high-ranking officers for them. I remember their faces; one had a huge nose and a buff body, and the other was a pretty girl. I give them a painless death with this sleep-death spell I created, which means that the spell puts them to sleep, and they die while they are having a pleasant dream. I'm not barbaric, I didn't hate them. I wish someday I could tell them the reason why they lost their lives is because I'm saving my soulmate. I got off very easy for my crimes against New Rome, Reyna has been merciful. All I want to do now is find Ben, give him this cure, and then hopefully I can atone for my actions. Ben didn't agree with me being a spy, but he acted dumb and pretended he had no idea about me being a spy whenever someone was suspicious of my actions did try to make sure that I didn't give Ethan everything and didn't kill a lot of people.

As I walk around the woods a bit, suddenly a portal appears before me, and the half-brother that I escaped from, Alabaster, appears before next to him is a guy in his early 20s with curly blonde hair, a green beach coat, green fedora, a short blade,  and a Nirvana t-shirt. This guy has such a horrible fashion sense, the dude must have shopped at some beach gift store.

“It seems your friends have figured you out half-sister. Look, we will find your boyfriend and will offer up a chance to make things right. Let’s face it, Camp Jupiter will not take you back.” Alabaster says in a condescending matter while the beach guy looks on in sympathy.

"And why should I trust you Alabaster, you serve me in a silver platter to our sister Circle. Thanks, but no thanks.” I angrily say, Man, I am tired of Alabaster shit. He can go fuck off with his Nirvana friend. I can feel my heartbeat goes faster and my body tense up, I am preparing to kick this douche ass.

“Sorry about Alabaster, my name is Ryan Altha and I’m the son of Rhea. We are just here to help you. I have settlement for demi titans and other minor god kids. My mother and her sisters are the leaders of this establishment, our mission is to take care of as many people as possible. Look don't mind Alabaster attitude, but he was a spy for me. He had to pretend that he's with Circle because Circle has been a thorn in our butt for a while." Ryan holds out his hand and he emits a calming aura, and my body is not tensed with rage anymore. Who would have thought the children of Titans existed, I didn’t know that Zeus’s mom had been with a mortal, and I didn't even know that Rhea was helping her kid with this establishment that Ryan had been talking about. This guy, despite his attire, is not one to joke with. I guess I have no choice but to put up with Alabaster bitchass one more time, hopefully, they got some good food at least. I hold up Ryan's hand and I three of us walk to the portal. I guess I’m the luckiest girl alive since I don’t have to sleep in the woods and I can’t wait to meet the Mother of the Gods and her sisters. I hope Rhea is not crazy like her children.

#alabaster torrington #pjo ocs #pjo fanfic #demititans

[lucysweatslove]

12.2.23 // Oreo’s First Teeth Cleaning and other thoughts

Oreo has his first teeth cleaning on Friday. He’s five, and this is the first year it was recommended by his vet (we asked about it a few years ago, set up an appointment, was told his teeth were so clean and healthy the risk of anesthesia was not worth the cleaning). I was a nervous Nelly all day. My husband called me at 1, just when class was starting, because they had called him. Oreo is apparently really sensitive to anesthesia, which is weird to me because he’s been under twice before (neuter and anal gland removal) and did okay- but I wonder if anesthesia is dosed by weight class? He was ~19 lbs during his neuter and gland removal and is now ~23 lbs.

He struggled when he got home. I was in class and couldn’t leave, so I didn’t get to see the worst of it, but apparently his back legs didn’t work super well, and he just wanted to be swaddled and held like an infant. Husband said he held him and rocked/walked with him for an hour and then held him on the couch until I got home.

He was very clearly hungry and wanted to eat, but since he was intubated and had his teeth scraped at, chewing was hard- and I was worried that dry kibble would scratch up his throat. So I made rice and chicken- which obviously he loved. The problem? The chicken breasts were frozen and HUMONGOUS and took over an hour to cook. After 40 min at 375 my husband took over, and when I saw the chicken my husband deemed “well cooked” it still looked pink to me… we bickered, and ofc nobody could win that argument because we no longer have a meat thermometer (ours was left outside and rusted).

This morning husband informed me that Oreo ate all of his kibble but needed coaxing- I had wanted to keep him in C&R today to support his throat and because he had diarrhea last night and this morning, but apparently husband decided noooo he wanted the chicken for himself… he actually made himself chicken fried rice for dinner. And poor Oreo could smell the chicken and rice and seemed really excited by the smell… so I made the executive decision to give him C&R again.

Well…. Everybody in the family has had multiple bouts of diarrhea since then. 🙃🙃🙃 Ive had it the easiest. I didn’t eat any of the chicken but realized that I failed to wash my hands after feeding Oreo before I ate something myself. It was all a little early for the time frame for the typical chicken bacteria (salmonella, campy, c perfringens) but it’s the only thing we all had contact with… Thankfully both boys are snoring now, but yeah, not a pleasant day. And now I’m having intermittent stabby spleen pain 🙃🙃

On top of all that my skin is flaring again. My legs have some folliculitis that is… quite bad to the point where if it wasn’t focal in the hair follicles I’d be worried for some kind of insect bites. I’m annoyed by all of the recurrent infections.

Anyway, all of that aside, I’m doing okay all things considered. I’ve been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley (fun) and really not studying the way I should be for school… it’s just hard to motivate. I’ve done some reviewing and don’t suspect I’ll fail but definitely checked out for winter break. I’m also torn atm with body stuff. I feel better having put words to the body and gender disconnect, but when it comes to day to day, it’s hard to DO anything about it other than just internally vibe. Idk, maybe I’d feel better if I was more “out,” but I fear others’ reactions might not be neutral to positive. I’m sure most people wouldn’t care at all if they even noticed a pronoun shift, but it’s the not KNOWING how people will react- the ambiguity… like, assuming they’ll all react positively or neutrally is just as egregious in my mind as assuming anybody would react negatively or use it to other me furthers. Especially professionally. I’m like 99% positive nobody in my class would give it a second thought if they even noticed. But I expect negativity as much as I expect positivity from them, and in the greater professional world there is a lot of negativity. Especially about identities like mine- the ones that are borderline, where I’ve somehow simultaneously been othered by both groups of people with normative and groups with divergent experiences.

Tbh I really don’t know what would help me feel more like me and not eat home in my own body. Old ED brain keeps whispering, oh, people will accept you more if you were thin- and then you can express yourself however you want and look okay enough instead of like a Michelin man. Of course I know that if I fed into that, I still probably would never be happy or content.

I’m doing a good job not falling back into disordered eating patterns, but I can’t take full credit for that because tbh I kinda want to, but it always involved more work and time for me (exercise purging, meal planning and prepping, etc). I don’t have the time or executive functioning to make normal easy meals or go to the gym a regular human amount- I def don’t have 3+ hours to go do split sessions at the gym and 3+ hours to craft the “perfect” meal that I can enjoy but not too much and has protein so I can spare muscle and not totally screw myself over…

And that brings up a lot of other feels too, because Like one part of my feels guilty for thinking about heavy restriction and exercise purging at all. But another part feels entirely invalidated because I’m fat now and unable to “willpower” my way into thinness again (like “if I were ever really sick I’d be able to fall back into this without any problems and be totally fine until I got thin again” which has so many layers to dissect…). And another part is just curious, is it possible to become thin and not hate my appearance without falling into ED world? And aaaannoootthhherr part is curious what others would notice- if anything at all- if I did slip back into ED brain considering how it took YEARS to get anybody to see it was a problem the first time around.

Also can we talk about the time patterns? Because I always get worse in the winter, which screams of SAD, but actually I see two other factors for winter pattern. One, memories (SA, friend’s suicide). Two, I hate how my body looks in winter clothes (Michelin man effect every time I try to wear a sweater lol). There is always the underlying belief that people will like me more if I’m thinner/I’ll be better able to make friends/etc. But during the winter, it’s compounded with memories of the assault, remembering how alone I was, the loss of the one person who was nice… and then all wrapped up in a bow of feeling like I absolutely cannot in any way express myself because winter clothes never feel like me.

But… yeah, all of that aside I’m actually doing okay. I’m holding up. Still eating. I think in my head as long as I’m still eating salad kits with the full fat dressing I’m fine 😅 I’ve had periods of time where I’m like “oh but I could cut so many calories if I swap to Walden farms” and then I’m like “yeah and lose out on 95% of the joy of a salad… “ I’m eating vegetables now when historically they’ve been a punishment, I’ll take the win.

[unluckyhoneybee]

We just got new Angie content which got me thinking. Mick is definitely a dog person. But what if bff was a cat person who just happened to find a couple of kittens that need a home 🥺

Note: written from my phone and NOT EDITED. Sorry if there are mistakes.

Part 16. Best friends to lovers MASTERLIST

"Mick. I need to tell you something" You say on the phone.

"Em... Okay, tell me" He sounded scared.

"I found two kittens on my way home and I brought them to my flat"

"Two kittens?"

"Yes, Mick. They are super small and cute and I couldn't leave them there. I have been seen them on the street for a couple of weeks and I think they don't have a mum"

You heard him taking a deep breath.

"Mickey?"

"Don't Mikey me, YN. What are you gonna do with them?"

"Well... They are gonna stay for the night. The girls said that they are OK with it, so..."

You could picture him running his hand through his hair and frowning.

"Are you going to look for a family for them?"

You bit you lip and your lack of answer was more than enough for him.

"YN..."

"Mick, they are so tiny and cute..."

"Oh God..." You heard him taking a deep breath. "What about Angie? And who will take care of them when we travel?"

"Angie is a good dog, she will love them. You'll see"

"What am I gonna do with you?"

You laughed.

"I have a couple of things in mind"

"Shut up and send me a Pic of those things."

"Kittens, Mick. They are kittens."

"Okay, wait there." You out the travel cage on the floor and look at Mick. His arms were crossed on his chest and one of his eyebrows was furrowed.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He had been so grumpy since you told him you were keeping the kittens, named Oreo and Queso because one of them was black and white and the other had a golden color that reminded you to cheese.

"Okay, welcome guys." You moved one of their toys and as the two curious babies they were, they came out of the cage. "Hi, baby" Oreo meowed at you and Queso was too occupied with the toy.

You took the black one in your hands and looked at Mick. He seemed so unimpressed.

"Are you made of ice or something? How can you not smile? They are the cutest"

"I'm still not sure about this"

You know that after two weeks with the kittens living with you, Mick wouldn't make you give them in adoption. But he wasn't comfortable with the idea of keeping them either.

"Mick. It will be okay"

"They have those nails..."

"They scare you?"

"They don't scare me. I just don't trust them."

"Baby..."

When finally he let Angie in the room, the dog was curious. There was a new smell and two fur balls on her living room.

"Angie, come here baby"

The kittens were hidden behind your leg and you suspected that it was the first time they see a dog.

Angie came closer, sniffing the hair and looking at the cats.

"YN be careful. If they scratch her..."

"Mick, she will be okay."

He was sitting on the arm chair with a worried look on his face.

Angie came even closer and Oreo meowed. The dog looked at you and then at the cat.

"She is Oreo, Angie" You petted the cat to show the dog that it was okay, repeating the same thing with Queso. Soon the three of them were sniffing each other, Angie wanting to play with them but the kittens getting scared because she was so big.

"Angie, honey. Carefully, they are babies"

You saw Mick on the corner of your eye, pretending to not pay attention but with a tiny smile trying to scape his lips.

The kittens got used to the house and Angie quickly. As they were still babies when you found them, it was easy to get them to like traveling and behave on they travel cage.

"Look at him. He doesn't like me, YN"

Queso was sitting on the counter obverving how Mick prepared Angie's food.

"He likes you. He is just curious because the guy who lives with him doesn't want to feed him"

"I don't know how to feed a cat!"

"But you can drive a car 300km/h" You came closer to Mick and kissed his shoulder. "It's the same as Angie's food, but with cat food"

Queso meowed as if telling you were right. Soon his sister was in the counter too and also Angie patiently waiting on the floor.

You gave him the food and tapped his shoulder.

"C'mon, you are gonna feed the cats today"

"Why do I need to feed your cats?"

"You need to feed OUR cats because you need to learn how to do it and because I feed OUR dog all the time"

He rolled his eyes but feed the cats, who happily ate the food.

"See, it's not that difficult"

"I still think they hate me"

"They don't hate you. You just have to open a bit more around them. They can feel how tense you are"

You kissed his shoulder and he looked at Queso and Oreo.

A few days later, you had gone to do some groceries and when you came back to the apartment, nobody came to say hi.

"Mick? Angie? Babies? Oreo? Queso?"

You looked for them around the house. When you opened the door to your bedroom, you gasped.

In the middle of your bed was Mick sleeping and snoring softly. On his side, Angie was resting her head on his thigh. Queso was curled on his abdomen and Oreo's face was right next to Mick's on the pillow.

You smiled and took a million photos before laying next to them.

"Mickey" You touched his nose and he opened his eyes, blushing at the moment. You kissed his lips and laughed at his taken aback expression. You had caught him in the act. "Care to explain?"

"I-I wanted to bond with them"

"Oh baby, that's so cute..." You kissed them again, Queso interrupting you like the jealous cat he was.

"Okay, kisses for you too" You kissed the cat's head softly and smile.

"They are not that bad" Mick said in a whisper so low that you almost didn't hear them.

"What did you said, baby?"

"They are not that bad"

You laughed and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"I love you so much. I knew you would warm up with them"

"Yeah yeah..." He raid rolling his eyes and hugging you to his side.

Queso found his place on Mick's abdome again.

"I mean, Angie and you seemed to love them so... I trust you girls"

You laughed a bit.

"I'm glad. I'm really happy with our little family"

#Mick Schumacher #best friends to lovers #Ms #Blurb #Fluff #F1 blurd

[stargazeraldroth]

Ooohhh, good luck with your schoolwork, then! And don’t push yourself too hard~

I get what you mean! To be honest, I tend to make him lean more towards good, myself- It’s just how I view him, in no small part (like you said) thanks to all of the overly malicious interpretations of him. And honestly, especially with the other Stars, I usually interpret him as “good-leaning chaotic neutral,” so really, I’m probably biased, too! Also, he definitely, absolutely does need therapy- To help recognize and process his own feelings (and validate them), to help him recognize social cues he tends to disregard, etc. If nothing else, he’s lived for so goddamn long and seen so much shit that he could do with talking to A Professional about it and just getting it off of his chest. And that’s just with his canon role as a Protector… If you view anything with, say, Gin as canon, he probably needs it even more. And I’m a sucker for Gin/Ink, so I like taking it into account, heh.

I think I may have read that one, too! I… Also cannot remember the title, though, whoops. But! I could see his abandonment issues (and probable RSD, at least in my opinion (no I’m not projecting hush-) because Look At Him) playing into how he takes all of this- And the entire thing combines with his other issues and the fact that protecting the Multiverse is kind of a Big Deal to him, and it all just. Really, really starts to weigh him down, I think. He’d be trying to go over everything he did- Wondering if he did something to make them think he hated being soulless, like you said, or how he led them to think that he needed saving from the Creators (which, maybe he does, just. Not like this), or how me screwed up so much that two of the people he bases his understanding of morals off of went off the deep end. Did he interfere too much? Is this going to happen to others? Was there a way he could have seen this coming and stopped it? Blue and Dream would probably hate that he’s thinking that way (and maybe it even feeds more into their delusions, because how could he think like that? It couldn’t be their fault, right? They’re in too deep now, they can’t just stop-), but Ink is gonna spiral into self hatred and spiral hard, no matter how you look at it.

Core deserved to go a bit feral and wreck havoc on people who hurt the ones they love. Just a little bit. You know. As a treat. For real though, they’re definitely the sort of threat you regret overlooking, because even if they, physically, cannot do anything to you, kiddo’s got Influence and Knowledge and probably a damn good Scary Face. They’re definitely gonna assemble the squad to get their artistic pal back.

Depending on how badly off Ink is in the moment (both emotionally and physically), Cross might actually start out as a necessary caretaker AND protector for him- No one wants to decide things For Him, given everything that happened, but also, if he’s refusing to take his vials and not letting himself feel or function, someone needs to try and make sure he’s at least semi-healthy, you know? Either way, given time and A Lot of healing, I definitely see it developing into a much healthier, much happier friendship and partnership- With Cross probably acting like a Big Brother sometimes, because you know, Oreo Bros. And by that I mean, once they regained their bond, he gleefully holds having almost an Entire Foot on Ink over his head, and stuff like that (let them tease each other and be goofballs, they need it-).

Core and Cross are just gently giving Ink hugs and head pats while Error is just that one video of the guy awkwardly petting the other guy with a broom. And Fresh, in my mind, has plenty of motive to keep Ink Alive and Kicking because, if the Protector is gone, the chances of his Primary Food Source dying out goes up. Also I just really like the dynamic he’d bring to this particularly chaotic table, it’d be fun.

AHAHAHAHA HES SUCH A FUCKIN MANBABY AND I LOVE IT. Tantrum throwing Error over what would, to other people, be Weird Shit is always just. So funny to me. If Blue and Dream do kidnap Ink, I imagine he’d be a likely source of rescue, because the indignity of Someone Else having the nerve to capture His Rival would drive him insane.

O O F. That’s a tough (and painful) one. My first thought is that, if they wish for Ink to have a soul, and to not be “burdened” with the role of Protector anymore, the Overwrite reconstructs his old soul and locks him back in his old, unfinished AU… With just the sketches and his own thoughts for company. Unless it erases his memories, I don’t imagine he’d cope well with the sudden onslaught of Feeling so much and being in his Worst Nightmare.

My OTHER thought is that they wish to be Ink’s “perfect protectors” or something along those lines, but without any real guidelines, so now everyone has to deal with Shattered Dream and a Much More Deadly Blue running around and refusing to let Ink go anywhere.

Alternately, it goes right… For them. By locking all three Stars in the Doodlesphere and rendering it impossible to breach. Talk about an opportunity to gaslight poor Ink.

YOU KNOW GIN LORE!?

I'm sorry for shouting at you like that- but I have not been able to find a single thing about Gin's lore! Like I have a name, that's all I know. All I know is his name and that he had a close bond with Ink, or something like that. I don't even know where to look for this man's lore, which sucks because he?? Looks cool to me??? And he's Ink's friend???? I genuinely don't even know what Gin's lore is or what AU he's from-

Okay so that either refers to Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy or rejection sensitivity, and honestly? I'm here for both of them (I have looked as their basic definitions and nothing more). I, too, suspect that I may have some problems when it comes to abandonment and rejection... but this isn't a therapy session and I'm trying to be mysterious about myself, so we won't dwell on that. I can get behind Ink spiraling into self-hatred, that's a whole mood. Also, I just feel like if Dream and Blue tried to reassure him that it wasn't his fault (and of course they would, why wouldn't they step in?), Ink wouldn't believe them. There's just no other explanation for it, to him. Especially if they were to try and explain their reasoning to him.

I want you to know that I read "artistic" as "autistic" and didn't bat an eye. That's some self-projection right there.

Ooo yes yes, I understand exactly what you mean! I can see Cross being a necessary caretaker for the time being, if only to keep Ink functioning. Also just to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything drastic, just as a precaution.

HJBVHHJBHJGG- Error with the broom?? Trying to comfort Ink by probing him with it?? Splendid imagery. He never learned how to comfort people, he's doing his best. He's improvising for the situation and I think that deserves some credit.

If Dream and Blue were to kidnap Ink, Error would be that one clip of the tank pulling right up to the house's door. I hope you know what I'm talking about, I think it's the perfect example of this. Error being a huge manbaby and having tantrums is something I live for, but it's so rare to find it in fanfics?? At least from my own experience. And I attribute that to the fact that Error's also greatly mischaracterized by a majority of the fandom as some sort of saint, but that's a topic for a different day.

(I will never want to rant about this.)

You know... I'm the one who suggested the hypothetical scenario, but you didn't have to assault me with that first interpretation /lh. My poor baby- especially because I'm pretty sure Ink doesn't actually remember anything from before waking up in the Anti-Void?? So he'd be confused and petrified, with no way of stopping his emotions or processing them. This also means that Broomie's gone for good, how could you do this Anon?

I do love me some Shattered content. Some nice Shattered and Ink interactions, we love to see it, love to see it. Some "nice" interactions. In this case, it's definitely a hostage situation, even before they hypothetically emerge victorious. Since Shattered now has tentacles, he can basically keep Ink restrained at all times, if he were to catch him. I can picture the scene: they use the OVERWRITE on themselves and, as soon as they do, Ink feels it. Something is wrong. So very wrong. The story- stories- they're different now. Something's gone wrong, he needs to fix it, but he's probably too bewildered by what he just witnessed to react properly. And for a little treat, just a little seasoning, imagine that he feels actual pain whenever something major like this- something so extremely off-script- happens. If the pain's great enough, it would render him stunned just long enough for the two to strike.

In the situation where they get locked in the Doodlesphere, I imagine there would be a scene where Ink's just processing everything. He's like "Creators... what the actual fuck?" The Creators really went to get the milk, huh?

Alternatively, Nightmare's probably just somewhere, eating popcorn while watching this whole thing go down from start to finish.

#underverse au #dream sans #blue sans #swap sans #ink sans #platonic yandere dream sans #platonic yandere blue sans #anonymous asks

[froggiesometh1ng]

A Loving Soul || South Park x F!Reader

3. Come over! (Pt 1)

My phone had a lot of notifications from Nicole, most of them were about Oreo, but before those, she hoped that I got home safe. I responded with, 'You can come over to play with Oreo if you'd like', I put my phone down and saw that he was still sleeping on his little bed. I got up and left my room door open. As soon as I was in the kitchen I saw him behind me, "Good Morning Oreo! I'll go get you some food okay?" I said, I went to my room to get the bowls he ate out of. I started pouring the food into a bowl, I grabbed my phone, Oreo seemed to follow me almost everywhere. "Oreo, go on, eat," I said, he then went to his bowl and ate from it. I took my phone out. Nicole was asking what my address was, I told her my address she texted me back right after with 'I'll be there in ten minutes', I chuckled, then put my phone down to eat before she came.Someone knocked, I got up to put my dishes away, then went to the door, "Hey Nicole! Come in" I said with a smile. She smiled back "I brought Token with me, I hope that's okay," I nodded, "That's fine, I don't mind, I'm just going to go and change quickly" I ran up the stairs, Oreo followed me to my room.

I changed then went back downstairs to see the boys from yesterday, 'She said that she invited Token, not his friends too..', Nicole looked at you and mouthed 'Sorry, I didn't know they were going to come', I sighed then went to go and check on Oreo, who was next to me, "Oh, hey Oreo, did you finish eating?" I looked at his bowl, "Hey [Name]! Thanks for inviting us", Clyde said, "Yeah.." I looked off to the side, "You didn't invite us?", "Oh, uh, yeah, I did, thanks for coming?" I chuckled nervously, in reality, I only invited Nicole and Token. I let Oreo play with Nicole. "Here, you can play with him if you want" I gave her Oreo, "He's soft!" She said she started stroking an area on his head, which led him to sleep, when he was asleep I took him to my room and let him go to sleep, I walked back downstairs when I was  basically questioned. "Where are your parents?" Clyde questioned, I stop in my tracks, "My Mom is put working", he lifted an eyebrow, "And your D-" Craig cover his mouth, so he doesn't ask any further questions.

I sat at the table Nicole followed me, "If you don't mind me asking, what does your mom do?", I looked up at Nicole,  "She never tells me, but she leaves me alone, the longest time she's left me was two weeks," Nicole sat next to me, "Is that why you got a bunny? To keep you company?", I nodded.Nicole looked off to the side to think of something to ask you, then Craig came over with Oreo, "He woke up" he said then walked away. 'awkward', I picked Oreo up. "Now I want a bunny, he's so cute!", you chuckled, "You can come over anytime, I don't mind," she smiled warmly. 

—Craig's P.O.V—

I looked over to [Name] and Nicole, they were having a good time, "Earth to Craig" Token waved his hand in front of my eyes, "What do you want" I looked at him, "Shouldn't you be at work?", "No, I only work Monday through Friday. So I don't have work today, tomorrow I do though," I said then looking back over to the girls, I wasn't really looking at them, I was looking at Oreo. "Do you guys want something to eat?" the (h/c) haired girl asked, "What are you going to make?" Clyde asked. "Jambalaya!", "W-w-whats that?" Jimmy questioned.

—[Name] P.O.V—

I turn on the stove, "You've never eaten Jambalaya?", they all shook their heads, "You're in for a treat, please sit at the table whilst I make it", I got a pot and the rest of the ingredients for Jambalaya.

Time Skip

When I gave them all a bowl of jambalaya, I went to go and feed Oreo. I walked back to the table, "So, how is it?" I waited eagerly for their approval, they weren't sure if they liked it, "It's fine, you guys can tell me the truth, it's probably not as good because my mother usually makes it, it tastes better than this" you chuckled nervously. "In all honesty, we haven't even tried this yet," Craig said, then looked over to me. Clyde was the first to try it, "It.. tastes a bit smoky," he stated. "Thank you for your honesty!" I exclaimed. The rest followed after Clyde, to some it tasted smoky, and to the rest, they didn't like Jambalaya. After that, Oreo was done eating, I picked him up and put him on the table. 

#clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #token black #nicole daniels #south park #f!reader #various x reader #reverse harem #craig tucker

[malinosh]

Daddy

Things don’t typically go as planned, we know this. That started on Saturday. I was straightening my hair for a family wedding we were very much looking forward to attending. My sweet in-laws were on the way down to watch Maverick while we went to the wedding. I got a call from my mom at that time, and she was very panicky, explaining that you were taken to a hospital because your vitals were extremely low but unsure of any other information and that she would keep us updated. When we found out he was taken to Three Rivers hospital, we were on our way there and played it by ear if we were able to join for the reception, depending on how you were. When we walked in the ED room, I lost it. You were unresponsive, though your vitals looked good. They got you on a bipap shortly after that, and you perked up after Ryan and Lisa joined us. We got to talk with you a little bit, and communicate better with a whiteboard. We had to make decisions at that time. You reiterated that you didn’t want invasive treatment such as a vent or trach, and told us you only wanted to die once. When we got word that you were being transferred to the ICU, we went home for the night and came back the next day.

We knew you would get comfort care per your wishes once the bipap was removed, which you couldn’t be on long term, so family, friends, pastors came to say goodbye, share memories with you, love on and pray over you. You even asked for a group picture. Yesterday afternoon, the bipap was removed and we stayed with you the rest of the day.

Mom stayed the night with you at the hospital last night, and we touched base early this morning. I decided to go home for a few hours because your condition was about the same and I was going to need to feed Maverick along with trying to get a little sleep. The plan in the morning was for me to feed Mav, drop him off with the babysitter, and meet back at the hospital in the morning unless Mom or the nurse told me otherwise. When we spoke first thing this morning, Mom mentioned the nurse said your breathing had changed a bit, but no real concern, so to continue like we planned. About a half hour later, she called again and said with a little more anticipation that I should get stuff around to drop Mav off and come to the hospital. As I was in the process of doing that, 5 min later, she called again and briefly told me to skip the sitter and just get there. Since that was not our plan, I knew things took a turn.

After passing some drivers on the road, and unintentionally tailgating another (who I parked next to, so when I got out I waved to say I’m sorry), I got Mav and we ran into the hospital.

I brushed my teeth this morning before I left, like always, but this time it was in your honor. I debated because of Mom’s eagerness on the phone, but I decided I would and I muttered, “You better wait for me.” It is Mom’s birthday and National Daughter’s Day, and we were the ones by your side; my brother was on his way. How appropriate. So thanks for waiting for me, Daddy. We felt when you left, a little before they announced it. I’m not sure of words to describe it. I held your right hand, and Mom held your left. I looked up at the window in the room, looking for an angel, at the same time Mom said, “He’s gone.” We could tell.

You are dancing with Jesus, singing with the angels, and watching over us now. You are in a better place. We will always miss you deeply here with us, though. I looked at Mav with tears in my eyes and said, “Grandpa is now our guardian angel,” and he replied with a giant smile and a few babbles. He recently came from Heaven, and if he remembers anything, it’s no wonder why he’s happy.

I went to the office afterwards, and they decided to close the next couple days out of respect for you and our family, and the grieving. The crew decided to go to Culver’s and get your favorite - concrete mixers with Oreo and Strawberry. It was so good for us to all be together and commemorate you.

I have always taken out my stress with music and writing. Sure enough, when we stopped at the senior home where you were living, I felt a nudge to play piano. I played Für Elise, one of your favorite songs. Yes, tears flowed, but it was therapeutic for me to play. We had a good talk with the workers and your friend, and continued on for more decisions to be made.

And now, as I sit here listening to Mav babble and giggle in the background, I reflect on the short 31 years I got with you, Dad, and all of the memories in that time - playing piano after you were done when I was a little girl, falling on you when the bench swing broke, ice cream trips, helping me study with funny mnemonics, deciding I could try the DAT and you jumped up and down in the kitchen when Mom had to tell you, “Shh, it has to be her decision!”, white coat ceremony, dental school graduation where you hooded me, multiple trips, walking me down the aisle at our wedding, our father-daughter dance at the wedding, my pregnancy announcement and letting you know Maverick Zane’s name, after you. There are so, so many others, but that’s a few. Thank you for all the memories and for all your sacrifices, love, and kindness over the years. You have a heart of gold. I am glad to have fed you your last supper (sherbet in the hospital, your choice, and then I had to go feed Mav. Circle of life.) You loved Jesus and your family, and have had an impact on so many people. I am honored to continue caring for your patients, and to carry on your legacy. You are the best Dad, husband, grandpa, dentist, teacher, mentor, friend, and so many titles. Rest in peace and rise in glory, Daddy. I’ll watch for your winks, and I’ll see you again. I love you.

[gxrlcinema]

🕎 | hannukiah headcanons

How about some Yelena facts 😌💕

I have so many Yelena headcanons posted I feel like I might run out, so these are absolutely random and off the top of my head.

Absolutely obsessed with the Oreos + peanut butter combo. Coincidentally, also a big fan of the Lindsay Lohan Parent Trap.

Hisses at feral cats but also periodically feeds them.

I stole this from TikTok (if someone knows the creator's name tell me so I can direct people their way), but because the Red Room pheromone brainwashing was developed from the Winter Soldier program, Yelena treats Bucky like her long-lost grandfather. She calls him deda/dedushka. Bucky takes to it surprisingly well.

Whenever anyone brings up the fact that Alexei is her father, she says "he's not my real dad". Whenever anyone shit talks Alexei or reiterates that he's not her biological father, she says, "hey! that's my dad you speak about."

I feel like Yelena and Matt Murdock have run into each other at some point, and I'm obsessed with the mental image that brings me.

"You can't just shoot people without reason."

"I am number one assassin in the world, horny boy. I can do as I want."

Hates the little outfits people dress their dogs up in on the basis that the freedom to choose your own self expression is extremely important to her. Yelena's dog had the option of at least three different collars and she went with the one that it ran to first.

Unhinged gift giver. Finds the thing that you were 100% sure was sold out, refuses to tell you how she obtained it beyond "I know a guy".

#ren 🐝 #ip8nights #🕎 hannukiah headcanons #yelena belova #yelena belova headcanons