#i moved a bigger side table out of the kitchen so the kitchen is less crowded

[housecow]

i have a lot of cute ideas

my feeder travels a lot—he’s lucky enough to have a job that can take him all over the world. his cow, however, cannot really follow.

i outgrew a regular plane seat sometime after 300lbs. we discovered that after a particularly fruitful trip to spain; although eating our way through each city racked up a lot of steps, the funnel sessions and late night snacking really did me in. neither of us were really surprised that my hips just didn’t quite fit. rather, i could tell it was all he could think about the entire way back. his hand on my soft thigh, slightly clenched and almost possessive… the way his eyes flickered to mine and there was this look.

our trips together became rarer but neither of us minded. as i’d grown, a lot of what we used to do together faded. i couldn’t keep up on the hikes, biking was out of the question, and even the long walks we enjoyed wound up split by breaks so i could catch my breath.

throughout it all, however, my feeder just grew more enthusiastic. he’d tell me he was so proud after we made it back to the hotel each night. his hands would massage my softened shoulders, he’d hold the shake to my lips, and he’d coo into my ear, “it’s okay, i won’t make you do this again,” “there’s a buffet tomorrow morning,” or, “you can really feel how fat we’ve made you now, right?”

i’d melt with whatever he said and he’d fill me up, every way i needed. funnels and shakes, expansive platters of pastries… him inside me, i’m so full and he’s telling me how good i’m doing for him, my belly touching the bed while he’s breeding me…

neither of us minded when we had to do things separately. he’d be off on a trip, sending me photos of the views and the food (“wish i could be feeding you these!”), and i’d return the gesture. belly pics, selfies of my fatass planted on the couch working on the last bit of the gallon of ice cream that was supposed to last the week, meal ideas and articles and excitement about all he’s getting to experience.

the best part, however, is when he’d get back. over the longer trips i’d have settled in a bit too much. nothing was overly dirty, of course, but the fridge was overstocked with takeout. i’d finished almost everything and move on to whatever was next, absentmindedly leaving behind remnants of everything i’d made my way through. the trash would be full of boxes and candy wrappers, vegetable skins and soda cans, too. and he'd be able to see what it all did to me.

i was bigger every time he came back. it wasn’t too obvious, maybe just a pound or two, but it was enough to excite him. he’d admire the way i had to focus and gather momentum to heave myself out of the car, how my belly hang hit my thighs just enough to make a sound when i tried to move quickly, and how he could always count on me to gorge myself while i missed him.

he never made a comment though. but every time before he left the pantry would be replenished—zebra cakes, brownies, chips, pasta, sauce, boxed mac n cheese, everything he could think of would be left there for me.

he once said, “i won’t let a moment pass where you can’t reach for something to eat,” and it was true. a candy bowl mysteriously appeared on the coffee table one day, each time i reached the bottom it’d be refilled. the mini fridge side table was “cute and functional,” he reasoned, as he showed me where the sodas and premade shakes were going. i’d thank him, a soft kiss and several grateful expressions, before admitting that i was relieved at having one less trip to the kitchen now when i was settled in.

and he’d just smile. enabling a cow like me is easy, he just has to set the food out. i know what to do.

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Like A Dream

Tom Bennett X (Pregnant Wife Reader)

Warnings after the cut

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A/N: Writing this came so naturally to me. I had my daughter young and was looking my best right before I got pregnant, so I used personal experience for this one 🥰 also I did an abnormal amount of research regarding the rarity of grapes during this time period and how special it would be for someone to find them available for purchase 🤣🤣

Warnings:: Body Dysmorphia, pregnancy, minor depression,smut, oral sex (F receiving)

"You alright love?" Your husband asks from his place on the sofa as you walk through the front door.

You sigh. "Yes, Tom," you carry the few bags with food you picked up from the market and place them on the kitchen counter.

Ever since Tom found out you were pregnant, he fawns over you. He hates the idea of you lifting a finger in your delicate condition. The problem? You are a very independent person and like your freedom.

"Not too convincing." he rises from the couch and goes to the counter, peeking through the bags to see what you bought.

"Mmmm, they had grapes!" He plucks a grape off the vine and pops it into his mouth.

"Tom!" You playfully hit his arm."They should be washed first! You don't know who had their hands all over em before I bought em!"

"I survived war, love." He leans his back against the counter. "Don't think a grape is gonna do me in when bombs couldn't"

"Yeah, well, they can still make ya sick, and I'm already sick every morning. Can't have the two of us going. " You huff and sit down in one of the old creaky wooden chairs that sit around the scuffed up second-hand table you successfully purchased off a neighbor about a year ago.

"Hey...." He leans down towards you and pushes your hair back. "You're tired and stressed, darlin. Let me take care of this, yeah?"

"I can do it." You grumble, annoyed, and try to pull yourself from the seat, but your near end of term pregnancy belly made standing an incredibly challenging endeavor.

Tom gives you a stern look. "More stubborn than I am." He gives you that cheeky smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"That's not possible" Tom is the most stubborn person on the planet as far as you were concerned and you know for a fact that even on your worst day you couldn't possibly be more stubborn than the man you married.

"Ah! I always knew ya married me for my looks." He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he unloads the groceries.

"What can I say? You got me with those blue eyes, and that smile." You look at him lovingly. You married him for a million reasons. He had pursued you relentlessly for weeks before you finally caved and went out with him. You didn't have any reason you made him wait other than thoroughly enjoying watching him try to convince you of something you already wanted desperately.

"Thank God for my parents! They gave me the good stuff!" He chuckles loudly, and you watch him in awe. Tom had this aura about him. He exudes confidence. Tom is handsome. He knows it, and he embraces it. You hardly ever see him without a smile on his face, and he takes almost nothing seriously.

You sigh to yourself as you move to try and pull yourself out of the chair again. Pregnancy is a magical thing. You know this. You feel it, yet you can't help the way it has you feeling about the body it leaves behind.

Your face is fuller. Something people have been complimenting you on, yet you hate it. Your hips are wider, and your already plump thighs have somehow grown bigger.

The discomfort with the changes in your body started gradually, but as you near the end of your pregnancy, less and less do you like what stares back at you in the mirror.

The tears start to well up in your eyes as you fight a losing battle to hold them back.

"Hey..hey! What is going on, love?" Tom crouches before you cupping your cheeks on either side of your face. He furrows his brows in obvious concern. "Talk to me," he gently rubs his thumb against your cheekbone. His heart breaks a little as he looks into your tear filled eyes. Upset with himself that you are this sad, and he didn't notice until now.

You take in a shakey breath and look at him with despair. "I'm a terrible mum, and the baby isn't even here yet." The flood gates break open, and tears finally start to pour down your face.

"W-why... why would you say that?" He scootches closer to you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down.

"I should be happy! A good mother would be happy, but..." The tears are pouring out of your face now, the sadness, guilt, and shame bubbling over and making you feel like you have lost complete control over your emotional state.

"But what, sweetheart?" He drops down to his knees, pushing himself between your legs while he continues to caress your thighs. "You can talk to me, oh darlin, please talk to me."

"I ... I ... I ... I hate it!" You start to sob your face in your hands. "I'm tired, everything aches, it's difficult to move, and all that would be bearable if .... if i didn't look so disgusting now"

"Disgusting??" Tom balks at the statement. "Someone say something to you?" His face contorts in anger. "Was that Mike arse three doors down, wasn't it?" Tom nearly growls. "That's about how much he hates me nothing to do with you, darlin. I'll go sort him." Tom shoots up quickly, tossing on his jacket.

"TOM!" You screech just as he is about to fly out the front door, most likely to rearrange Mike's face. Mike and Tom do not like each other it is certainly not a secret in your neighborhood. Yet Mike has never been anything but pleasant to you. After all, his issue was with Tom, and he wasn't going to take that out on you for simply being Tom's wife.

"No one said anything to me, I have eyes! And a mirror! I can see it clearly for myself!" His heart shatters completely when he hears the crack in your voice, his jaw drops, and he wants to retort but quickly stops himself. The priority is you. He needs to take care of you, so as aggravated as he is, he softens his features and turns back to you.

He drops his jacket on the back of one of the other kitchen chairs and takes your hand. "Let's get you into bed, you need rest" You sniffle and nod as he places your hand in his, while gently holding your lower back with the other making sure to get you out of the chair in the most comfortable way possible.

Once you're up and walking, he wraps an arm around you, gently leading you up the stairs and into the bedroom . He helps you get into the bed, raising your legs and sliding them in before crawling in next to you, his face directly across from yours as you both lay on your side facing each other.

"Thank you," your whisper is gentle with a hint of lingering sadness as he reaches over and caresses right under your eye with his thumb.

"You. are. beautiful." He moves closer to you and puts his forehead against yours "Always".

You chuckle slightly. "You are a good husband, Tom Bennett." You lean forward and kiss him gently.

He pulls back from you, cupping your face in his hands. "Look at me"

You look him directly in the eyes. Yours are still a bit watery, so you try to blink back the tears.

"You. are. beautiful." He repeats."You are always beautiful, don't you ever forget that. Big, pregnant, bald even, you are always beautiful"

You giggle and sigh. "You're too good to me"

"Aven't been good enough love. Or you wouldn't feel like this. " He kisses you softly but deeply while gently rolling you onto your back.

"Been neglectin' ya. Work and allat." He kisses down your neck."I'll make it up."

You hum contentedly and place your hand on the back of his head. Arousal builds up in your core, but you're so tired you don't know if you have it in you right now.

"Don't know if I have the energy for this right now." You chuckle as you close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him on your neck.

"Just lie back and relax. This is all about you"

He moves down your body, placing a delicate kiss to your belly before pushing your dress up around your hips.

"Oh Tom, you don't have to do this." You say as he pulls your knickers down your legs.

" I wish I did have to do it. Wish it was an everyday requirement, but I guess I have to settle for doing it when you'll let me. " He brings his hands to your heat, pushing your legs out wider.

"Stunning site, really,"

"Tom!" You chuckle and reach down to give him a whack, but he catches your hand and holds it.

He licks a stripe straight up your center. Your hand squeezes his tight, letting him know the pleasure that is building up.

He gently flicks your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, bringing his free hand to your hip and rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You involuntarily move your hips, desperate for more friction. "You're supposed to be relaxin," he taunts

He returns to your clit swallowing it whole and sucking on it harshly while rolling his tongue over it.

"Oh god, Tom!" You can't help but yell out, your hips taking on a mind of their own as you move against his face.

He smiles against you as he releases your clit nudging it with his nose as he travels lower lapping up your juices before sticking his tongue inside.

Your eyes fly open as you look at the ceiling above you, panting harshly. If someone asked you your name right now, you wouldn't even know the answer. Your head is completely empty of everything, save for the pleasure you are experiencing.

His brings his hand off your hip, the other still grasping your hand tightly. He rubs at your clit with his thumb as he fucks you with his tongue.

"Ahhh. Ahh!" You squeeze his hand tightly as you writhe against his face, getting closer and closer to sweet release.

His hand and tongue switch places as he slides two fingers into you while sucking on your engorged nerve.

"Oh my god, Tom, I can't. I can't!" You don't know what you can't do. You just know that you can't.

He pulls back momentarily. " Oh yes, you can love, and ya will"

He brings his face back to your heat moving it from side to side over your clit while he increases the speed of his fingers.

Everything that happens now is automatic. Your legs lift up and squeeze his head as you arch your back and gasp for air as a title wave of pleasure washes over you.

Tom gives you a few more kitten licks as you ride out your high and stops when you start to twitch.

he crawls back up next to you and flops on his back, panting. "You're. .....beautiful.... don't.... ever... doubt .... that" he rolls onto his side and gazes at your face. "Promise me"

"I promise I'll try Tom." He knows that is the best answer he is going to get out of you so he just smiles.

"While we're talking about promises, I need you to make just one more tiny promise," he grins at you cheekily, sliding his body over so he is right up against yours.

"What?"

He takes your hand and places it over the massive bulge in his trousers

"That you'll help me with this"

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Black Mamba XII

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi​​ Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*

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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table. 

You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of. 

When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past. 

Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.

The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.

You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger. 

You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.

You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.

You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. 

You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.

Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.

Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.

Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.

“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”

Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.

“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”

“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.

You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it. 

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”

Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.

“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers. 

Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.

“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly. 

You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.

Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again. 

There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.

It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more. 

Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.

Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.

It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.

Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.

It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.

Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.

“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. 

The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way. 

“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”

Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.

“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.

Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Swissalps sickly sweet fluff plz😭🙏

omg I'm sorry this sucks

Mountain makes his way back to the den with a sigh, his legs and arms sore as he walks on autopilot, following a faint trail of his favorite scent.

He feels as if he’s been working in the greenhouses and gardens for weeks, even though in reality it was just a few hours. He's exhausted anyway.

His feet carry him to the common room where he notices Swiss lounging on the couch and watching TV and the earth ghoul immediately feels lighter. There’s a smile pulling on his lips and warmth blooming in his belly.

Swiss looks up and grins up at his mate, opening his arms. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Mountain flops onto the couch and falls into Swiss’ arms. The multi ghoul brings him closer and hugs him tightly to his chest as they both start to purr quietly. Some time passes, Mountain nearly falls asleep. Swiss thinks he does fall asleep and he moves, trying to reach a blanket to cover his tired mate, but the earth ghoul stirs, then.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Swiss asks him. He grumbles something unintelligible into his neck and burrows himself closer. That means no, but the multi ghoul knows better. “Come on, I’ll make you tea and then we’ll get all snuggled up in bed, okay, my love?”

“Mhm,” the earth ghoul hums after a second, having considered the offer, clearly. Swiss chuckles, knowing that he’ll have to worry about his mate the day he doesn't get bribed with tea and snuggles. He wiggles out from under Mountain and he whines, but doesn’t stop him.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Swiss smiles. He goes to the kitchen and prepares everything for the promised tea. The kettle is loud enough for him to not hear as Mountain stands up and pads over to him. The multi ghoul trills happily as his mate wraps his arms around his waist and glues himself to his back, purring. “You were supposed to wait for me there.”

“Didn’wannabe’part,” he slurs into the back of Swiss’ neck. His belly swoops with love—no surprise—and he puts his own hands on Mountain’s as they wait for the water to boil. It doesn’t take long but the earth ghoul might have as well fallen asleep hanging off of Swiss’ back.

“Okay, big guy,” Swiss says once their cups of tea are ready. “I have to carry them, can you walk and not make us fall over?”

Mountain hums in affirmation again, but doesn’t pull off of Swiss. The multi ghoul laughs and walks out of the kitchen with his mate still wrapped around him. It isn’t the smartest—considering the mugs filled with boiling liquid in both of Swiss’ hands—but they make it work and they make it to their room.

Swiss pushes Mountain onto the bed and the earth ghoul, more or less, gets the hint and crawls into the nest. Swiss sets the cups on one of the bedside tables and moves to walk around the bed to his side, to crawl into the bed himself and glue himself to his mate’s front.

Mountain whines, though, and Swiss furrows his brows. He looks up at him and his eyes are so soft. The multi ghoul melts, knowing all too well what his mate wants. “Little spoon?”

“Yeah,” Mountain mumbles and smiles goofily and Swiss can waste no more time. He jumps into the nest and stretches to wrap himself around the bigger ghoul, to make him feel as small as possible. All safe and protected.

The purr that breaks free out of Mountain once they settle rattles their entire bed.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Swiss whispers into the back of his mate’s neck.

“I love you, too,” he replies, all shaky with his deep rumble.

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[eiightysixbaby]

You can take this as a request if you’d like or just a fun thought but I’m just thinking about pumpkin carving with Eddie and he’s making these really cool designs while your just struggling and he’s trying so very hard to be a good supportive bf but once you show him your atrocious carving he’s just like “Dude, seriously? Did you even try?” so you squish some pumpkins guts into his hair and you end up in a pumpkin-guts-fight with each other and gets it it everywhere and you make a complete and utter mess and when the hell is it my turn???

oooooh I love this lmao!! he’s such a jerk but I love him so much.

You set your knife down on the table with a thunk, holding your hands in the air exasperatedly.

“I give up. I actually give up! I cannot get this knife to cooperate with me,” you groan, pouting like a child as you glance at your pumpkin. Eyes and a nose and a mouth drawn in marker mock you, a few jagged cuts here and there from your knife.

“Did I give you a faulty knife, baby?” Eddie asks, pouting right back at you as he places a comforting hand on top of yours.

You both know it’s not the knife’s fault, but to appease you he gives you a different knife anyway. One with a slightly bigger blade, a sharper edge.

“Try that one, sweetheart, see how it works for you.”

You huff, picking up the new utensil and using your other hand to stabilize your pumpkin. The knife presses in, your hand moving it in and out of the orange rind slowly, following your drawn pattern. You feel like it’s barely moving, meanwhile Eddie’s carving away across from you. Like it’s easy. Like it’s simple.

You feel like every cut you make is jagged, or when you do get into a rhythm you lose it just as fast, knife flying out in the wrong direction and ruining the design you’re trying to go for.

“Eddieeeeee,” you whine, slumping back in your seat.

He’s the picture of concentration, his tongue poking out of his stupid adorable mouth as his knife glides through his pumpkin. He’s currently carving Eddie, the mascot for Iron Maiden, having hand-drawn the design himself with all of its intricate details. It makes you sick, watching him. The way he doesn’t struggle at all.

He looks up at you, big brown eyes sympathetic as he sees your frustrated state. He sets his knife down, pausing his work. The glow of the kitchen light makes him look angelic.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Carving pumpkins sucks!” you say, propping your elbows on the newspaper-covered table and dropping your forehead to your open palms. “I’m so bad at this. How do you make it look so easy?”

“I dunno, I just… don’t overthink it? I guess?” he says, lips turning down as he thinks. “C’mon, you’re not bad at it, you’re just stressing yourself out too much. This is just supposed to be for fun, so we can put them out on my porch and light them up, yeah?” he continues, smiling when you look back up at him.

You ease up a little, his cute dimples making you smile. “Fine, okay, yeah. I’m just overthinking it. I can do this,” you say, picking your knife back up, ready to resume your project.

And… it really doesn’t get any easier, but you get less angry about it. Sure, your eye twitches a little as Eddie slides over his first pumpkin, eager to carve a design into his second while you’re still not even halfway through your first. And sure, you honestly want to fling your knife at his forehead like you’re playing darts when he shows you the next extremely detailed design he’s chosen and mastered. But really, you’re not getting mad. You’re not getting frustrated. You’re just having fun.

Finally, at long last, you finish your pumpkin. You set your knife down once more, letting out a sigh.

“Okay…. I’m done. And I’m not doing my second one,” you decide, simply satisfied that you’ve completed one.

“Let’s see it,” Eddie urges, rubbing his hands together.

“Uh… do I have to show it off?” you ask meekly, chewing your lip as you look at your jack-o-lantern’s mangled face.

“Yes, you have to show it off. I’m going to see it eventually,” he says, already getting up from his seat to come around to your side.

You turn your pumpkin slightly until it looks at him head on, your eyes watching Eddie as he takes it in. His face contorts, lips pursing as he tries not to laugh. But it’s too late, you caught the twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie finally cracks, laughter erupting from his chest.

“Baby, I’m sorry - I just… did you even try here?” he snorts, walking away for a second to try and collect himself, only to lose it again when he turns back around. “It took you that long to do this!?”

“I hate you, I actually hate you,” you say, getting up from your seat.

Eddie, far too busy laughing at the pumpkin’s choppy grin, doesn’t notice you grab a wad of pumpkin guts from the middle of the table. He doesn’t notice you turn to him, doesn’t notice you draw your arm back, but he does feel it when a cold mass of goo hits the side of his head.

“Hey!” he shouts, fingers pulling strings of pumpkin innards from his hair.

You giggle, biting your lip to hold back a full-blown laugh.

“Oh, it is so on,” he challenges, grabbing more pumpkin in his large fist.

You shriek, running from the table but it’s no use, a glob hits you right on the back. “I’ve been hit!” you shout, clutching your chest dramatically.

You’re able to sneak back in, your quick reflexes allowing you launch another handful of guts at Eddie, landing right on his chest. You’re about to run, but he grabs your arm, pulling you right to him. You turn to face him, his free hand smearing pumpkin right across your face as you do.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your mouth agape as he cackles maniacally. “Edward Munson…” you warn, fingers furiously wiping pumpkin away from your eyes. “You are in for it,” you say, pointing a finger at him.

“Only if you can catch me!” he taunts, pumpkin goop in one of his hands as he slips out the trailer door.

You laugh, scooping up your own bit of ammo and following him out into the cold night. You might run around the trailer park like children for a while, chasing after each other in fits of laughter. Any neighbors watching must think you’ve both lost it, two grown adults covered in pumpkin, but neither of you can begin to care.

Once you’ve finished your war, Eddie puts the pumpkins on the porch, being sure to put yours front and center. A candle lights the inside, bringing the face to life in all of its wonky glory. His pumpkins loom behind yours, far superior in their level of artistry. You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry a little bit as you look at them.

“Honestly, it’s growing on me,” he teases in reference to your abomination, looking down at you where he’s pulled you to his side.

“Shut up,” you reply, smiling when he squishes you into him and kisses your head.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #leah’s got mail 💌

[corroded-hellfire]

Hey, Neighbor - Eddie Munson x Mayfield!reader

Note: Hello, everyone! So I’ve had total writer’s block lately from my novel that I’m working on, so I thought what better time to write some Eddie! So this is just something I’ve come up with that might be the start of something longer if people like it?

Summary: Reader is Max’s sister and the Mayfield’s have just moved into the trailer across from Eddie.

[Part Two]

Word Count: 1k

It was finally quiet. The only noise was the crickets chirping in the woods just beyond the trailer park. The blinding orange streaming down from the streetlight was luckily just out of your periphery vision. You inhale a lungful of the chilly autumn air and hug your knees closer to you on the front steps of your new home.

Home. It was a strange word now. Originally, home was a small house in a nice suburb in California with your mom, dad, and little sister. Then your dad disappeared from that equation. He didn’t move too far away, but the more time went on after the divorce, the less you saw of him. You thought it was hard adjusting to it just being you, your mom and Max. You didn’t know what a hard adjustment was until your mom met Neil. Neil alone, you could have dealt with. But Billy? A nightmare that was still around when you woke up. Nightmares of Billy now morphed into the large, imposing creature plunging its appendages into him. The sound, sight, and smell still stayed with you. Sometimes you’d wake, scrambling in your sheets as if you were trying to escape. Or help Billy. Probably the former though, and the thought made you feel guilty at times. You could tell Max had these feelings as well and though she wouldn’t talk about them with you, you made sure she knew she could come to you at any time with anything.

Max and your mom were finally asleep inside. You needed some time to yourself after the hectic move-in day. You appreciated everyone who came to help. Lucas and Dustin seeing who could carry the heaviest box into the house. Mike and Steve bickering as they tried to maneuver the kitchen table through the thin front door. Robin pulling you aside to laugh as Steve and Dustin argued over who was a bigger help. It meant a lot that Max – and through her, you – had such great friends who were there for you all.

“Hey.”

You look up and see a figure silhouetted in the porch light from the trailer across from yours. Eddie Munson. Robin had pointed out that the leader of the Hellfire Club lived there, exciting Dustin by reminding him that there was actually a club for D&D when they started high school next week. You hadn’t officially met Eddie but after being at Hawkins High for the last year, you’d learned who he was. And that he wasn’t the most well-liked by most people. But most people were assholes, anyway.

“Hey,” you say back.

He takes a few steps closer to you and you see him clearer. Hands tucked into his leather jacket, frizzy curls falling over his shoulder as he tilts his head to the side.

“Mayfield, right?” he asks.

“Yep,” you answer. “Y/N.”

“Munson,” he says.

“Eddie,” you reply.

“Well, look at that. Came to introduce myself to the new neighbor only to find out she already knows who I am.”

“What can I say? You’re legendary,” you say with a smirk.

He chuckles and takes another step towards you.

“So, what do you think of your lovely new slice of Heaven?” Eddie asks, gesturing to the trailer park around you.

“A dream come true,” you say.

Eddie smiles and you feel your stomach drop to your feet. Was someone else’s smile supposed to make you feel dizzy? Properly meeting Eddie for the first time, it was also the first time you were noticing how beautiful he was.

He takes a few more steps and leans against the railing of your front steps.

“You a senior?” he asks. You nod in confirmation, unsure you’d be able to speak coherently at the moment. “Me too. Third time’s a charm, right?” He takes a breath and looks around before his gaze settles back on you. “You ever play D&D?”

You smile, automatically thinking of the new young members of Hellfire Club that he has yet to meet.

“I don’t. But my little sister’s boyfriend and friends do. I’m pretty sure they’ll be signing up for Hellfire on the first day of school.”

“Good to know,” he says. “We need the next generation. I’m honestly surprised you know what Hellfire is, though.” He gives you another smile that knocks out any sense you’ve regained since he last smiled at you. “You seem too cool for that kind of stuff.”

“Cool? I don’t think so. The people who are considered cool aren’t all great, anyway. Jason? Basketball player? Ass.”

“Oh, I definitely agree with you. Aren’t you friends with Harrington, though?” Eddie asks.

Was there an edge there in his voice? Was he judging you? Or maybe…jealous? Nope. You shut that thought down right away. Wishful thinking, that’s all.

“Steve? Yeah. He’s a good guy, though. I’ve learned that wasn’t always the case, but people change.” You shrug.

“I suppose they do,” Eddie says. He doesn’t sound convinced, though.

“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from inside. You groan and drop your head forward. You go to stand, and Eddie extends his hand to you, offering to help you. The heat in your face blooms and you’re glad it’s dark out so he can’t see it. You try to keep your hand from shaking as you slide yours into his. He helps you up and bows his head.

“I suppose I’ll see you around. And if not, then at school next week,” he says.

“I guess so,” you say. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He offers you one last smile and you almost trip as you step inside the trailer. You close the door and lean your back against it as your mom comes out of the hallway, tying her robe over her nightgown.

“Why were you outside?” she asks.

“Just getting some fresh air. Meeting the neighbor,” you say.

Your mom wrinkles her nose and puts her hands on her hips. “The Munson boy? I’ve heard he’s trouble.”

“From who, Mom?” you ask as you roll your eyes.

“Hawkins is small. People talk,” she says.

“People are often wrong,” you say. You move past her and head towards your room. Max’s light snores come from the room across from yours.

“Just be careful,” your mom says. She leans against your doorframe as you shrug into your pajamas. “The last thing we need is more trouble around here.”

You laugh to yourself as your mom heads back to her room. If only she’d known half of what you and Max had already been though in this town.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mayfield!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic

[futurewriter2000]

The Daring, Evil and Forbidden - Epilogue

A/N: To be honest, I wanted to take this whole fic a whole another way but this just felt so right. I want a happy ending for them. I don't know but I got kind of attached to these two so only happiness and joy. No more angst. I mean, haven't I written enough of angsty fics...

MASTERLIST

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George has been feeling melancholic for the past few days. He knew that judgement day will come sooner rather than later- Moony trudging through the door and calling them to go fight.

Fred was in similar mood like him but he hasn't been projecting it into the physical world as much as George did. They didn't talk in the morning anymore, planning their next big move. Nor did they feel any sort of hope in their hearts anymore since Sirius passed away.

George's ear was still burning his side. It caused him more migranes than he could count but today, on a wedding day, he decided to plaster a wide smile on his face and pretend nothing really hurts. This wedding, was a wedding of hope- at least that's what he thought.

What gave him an even bigger grin on his face was his little sister kissing the one and only boy who lived. He wanted to giggle and take a picture, but at the same time, he had to keep his cool.

"Mooorning." he smiled and took a sip of his coffee, looking at them turn bright red.

They quickly scrambled away and George started to chuckle as he continued to drink. He leaned over the small kitchen window and observed his mother yelling over to Fred about the table cloths.

"Wouldn't want to listen to that nagging right now..." he mumbled as he took another sip.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed his mother smiling over the girl beside Fred. She punched his shoulder and Fred lightly pushed her back. They started to nag each other, poking and pushing until Fred wrapped his arms around the girls waist and threw over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

George put his cup down immediately, when the girl flipped her short hair, shouting furiously at Fred and punching his back.

George's heart was in his throat by now and he was walking quickly out of the house. He followed Fred, who seemed to make the same fast pace as George. George turned to running to catch up.

"YOU DO NOT GET TO CARRY ME AROUND LIKE A POTATO SACK!" the girl shouted but laughed a bit.

"You want a twirl?" laughed Fred and starting spinning on the spot.

"No, please!" you said as the floor started to get blurry.

He stopped as he saw his brother and put you down.

You, however, didn't see his brother as he placed you back down, turning him your back. You laughed with extremely red face. The blood ran down your head and you could feel it heavily going back down to your body.

You continued to laugh, pushing Fred slightly. "I'll pay you for that-" you said but Fred grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around so you could see the same man but completely different.

Your eyes glowed bright and George only stared. He never saw you in light colours and the yellow pastel suited you so well with your new short hair. You even had a flower in your hair, probably the one that Fleur put it in for her special day.

"You're here." he said as he made giant, fast leaps towards you and embraced you in his arms.

He hugged you tightly, strongly, lifting you up from the ground and spinning you around. Your yellow dress spun around with you and you laughed into his shoulder.

It always felt like this. It always felt so safe and strong. So comfortable and loving. You felt like you had forgot how it used to feel, two years later but it felt better than you remembered- causing tears to fall down your cheeks.

His arms grew a bit bigger and he grew even taller than before. His face lines started to show a bit, especially around the mouth since he always loved to laugh and smile. He really grew up and was even more handsome than before,

Except an ear.

You gently put your hand over it and frowned a bit. "You're one ear less than the last time I saw you." you said, tears falling down from joy of seeing him still alive and well.

He took your hand into his and kissed the palm of it, placing it on his cheek. "You're so beautiful- even more than the last time I saw you." he smiled kissing your lips. "You've grown, you've changed- why are you back?" he suddenly grew serious. "The war is not over yet."

"I've traveled and I've changed." you said, placing your arms on his lower back. "But it never felt running away was the right option." you smiled. "Fred reached out, said there's a wedding- might as well come sooner than I anticipated."

His smile grew brighter as he heard his brother was behind it. He looked up to meet his eyes but he was long gone to give the two of you the privacy that you needed.

"And I've been missing you." you said, stepping on your toes and leaning forward.

His hands tightened around your waist and he kissed you hard on the lips, passionately and longingly. He forgot how you tasted but you tasted like the strawberry lipgloss that you had on. A sweet taste on his tongue meanwhile he must have had an awful taste of coldbrew coffee.

He pulled away, a bit ashamed of his own breath but you haven't really thought of it like that. It was simply coffee and him. His scent- the one that drove you crazy.

"I don't want you to get hurt." he said, frowning as he held you still.

You smiled lovingly at him. "Trust me, I won't get hurt. I am much better at a fight than you think."

"I mean... Fred took you off with an easy swing."

"I was not prepared for that." you said and he laughed. "You two are stronger than you look."

"We all are." he winked and swooped you off your feet and carried you away.

You laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you to my room." he winked and you laughed.

"Come on George, the wedding is about to start!"

He stopped, watching you laugh with those eyes that could never really b described by words, more by emotions. "I love you." he said, for the first time since the two of you started dating, three years later, he finally said it. "I had always loved you and for the last three years I had been thinking about nothing but loving you when all of this is over." he said and finally put you down on your feet.

You felt like falling, since the words numbed your knees, preventing you from standing sturdy on the ground. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes were glowing. "I love you, George." you said, placing your hand on his cheek as he leaned down to kiss you again.

This time it was completely different kind of kiss. The one where everything you felt for this man, for the past years was finally reveiled. You had been so afraid of revealing your emotions to him that you've always held back but now, those eyes, those words- they finalised everything in your relationship with him.

"You came back for me, didn't you?" he said as he pulled away.

"I mean..." you looked away, sarcasm on your playful lips. "...don't get to cocky but there are a lot more people here than you..." you said and he started to laugh. You got serious as you heard his sweet chuckle and you focused your eyes on his. "Of course, I came back for you." you continued to stare at his brown eyes. "And you waited..."

"I've had waited for hundred of years if I had to."

"Well, now I'm here and this time I'm staying."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

-- Fin

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[rossmccallsqueen]

HC - Relaxing with Robin (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)

I got this really cute idea with a bit of comedy at the end, pls enjoy 💕

Robin had just (quite literally) railed you into next Tuesday, so the two of you were just laying there together

You didn’t want to move from the couch for hours, all you wanted to do was have Robin run her fingers through your hair

Your head rested on robins boobs, and you felt her kiss the top of your head while her fingers ran through your hair again

You looked up at her, sticking your lips out for a kiss which she happily obliged

“You good babe?” She asked, laughing a little bit since you were still trying to catch your breath from the fun you’d had 👀

“I’m amazing. The only thing that would make this better is pizza”

“Say less” she kissed the top of your head once more and leaned over to the side table for the phone

You pulled the blanket you had on the couch over the two of you because the fan you had on was making you a little cold

You could tell Robin was also cold because her nipples were definitely standing at attention 😂

Robins boobs were your favorite pillow tbh, you often told her they felt like clouds

Even as she ordered your usual from the pizza place, she continued to scratch your back with her free hand

There was nothing you loved more then feeling her skin against yours and being as close to her as you could

She always said she liked laying on your tummy more, she worshiped every single one of your curves whenever she could

Her hand traced patterns on your thighs, and she grabbed one with her hand and shook it a little. You giggled when she smacked it

She just wanted to remind you that you were beautiful, even while she was ordering pizza

After she was finished she kissed everywhere she could find, paying special attention to the bigger parts of your body

“I never want this moment to end” you told her

“We have the rest of our lives for moments like this” 🥹

She turned the tv back to the movie you were watching and you settled back into the couch together patiently waiting for your food

You couldn’t imagine anything better than being naked on the couch with your woman while you ate pizza. That was truly heaven when you thought about it

You let her play with your hair some more when you thought you heard a knock on the door

Before you could ask who it was (it was way too soon for it to be the pizza) Steve opened the door and walked right into your apartment, sitting down on the chair next to the couch

He was already going on about his date he had that night that had gone wrong, not even noticing that you and Robin were in fact naked on the couch

“And then she took food off my plate! Without asking! I mean you gotta ask. Wait I’m being rude how are you guys?” And then he looked over wide eyed

“STEVE!!!!” You both yelled, pulling the blanket up so he couldn’t see anything, then realizing you only had one blanket

“OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY YOURE NAKED IM SORRY” he stood up from his chair and turned around while he covered his eyes

Honestly you were still in shock

“Oh jeez guys I’m sorry Robin, Y/N I promise I didn’t look at your boobies”

“STEVE!”

“What?”

“Do you think you’d mind going into the kitchen and turning around while we go uh… get ourselves presentable?”

“Absolutely my friends I’ll get us some drinks alright? Alright”

“Alright Steve you do that” 😂

You watched him blindly walk towards the kitchen, bumping into the counter and the kitchen table on the way

Quickly the two of you got up, wrapped the blanket around the two of you, and did your best to make it to your room

When you got there you couldn’t stop laughing, you wish you could have gotten a picture of Steve’s face when he realized what he’d done

Once you had on clothes you heard Steve yell “I got the drinks guys! Next movie is about to start!” Robin laughed, things were never boring with Steve around

“I bet you regret giving him a key now don’t you?” You asked, almost laughing. Robin did too while nodding, and kissed you before the two of you once again braved the living room to hear about Steve’s date

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#danielle writes #robin buckley #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley smut #Robin Buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fluff #Steve Harrington #stranger things 4 #fluff #Robin Buckley Headcanon #HC #Headcanon #Robin Buckley HC #stranger things headcanons #stranger things Headcanon

[the-fiction-witch]

Mummy P17

Media TMR X PHYSCO 1960s

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sad / Spooky/ Dark AF

Warnings stuff gets... bad, / rape/ sexual crimes/ sexual assult/ abuse/

I kneeled on the bathroom rug retching into the toilet bowl I had given up counting the days since discovering I was pregnant but it seemed like every time I looked down my stomach had grown bigger, I knew time was running out, each time my stomach grew even an inch I knew we had less time to find out way out before baby would be born. 

Newt had woken up with me and he gently put my hair into a braid to keep it out of my face, soothing his hands on my back, often muttering sweet things to me to try and help me feel better.

I got a moment of rest so I moved to sit on the rug and leaned my back against the bathtub

"You weren't this bad with JR" 

"I know.  I don't know why, but everything is just double as intense as with JR." 

"Double?"

"Sure feels like it."

"No. You- you can't be-"

"What?"

"Double as intense. Could be... double, Babies."

"Newt that's not how that works"

"You have been saying it's a lot worse, more intense, your stomach has been growing so much faster than it ever did with Jr" he says moving his hand to my stomach "Do you want me to?"

"Try," I nodded

"I'll be gentle" he reassured kissing my forehead he carefully pushed his hand on my stomach doing his best to feel across my stomach

"ahhh" I hissed

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you" he says "One little one" he says and moves slightly to the other side "Two little ones." He says "I- I'm not the smartest boy and I could be wrong but I think there might be two"

"Two. Okay... two. That certainly means we are going to need some more things"

"We definitely will do."

"I'm sorry newt"

"Sorry? what on earth are you sorry for sugar cookie? If it's not true it's fine we get one little baby nothing will change if it is true and we get two, then we get two little ones to love." he smiled "I couldn't be happier if we get more little ones" 

"You do?"

"of course. I know it can't.... replace JR. Nothing ever will but it'll be nice to have, like our own little family"

"It will be newt" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss "I just hope they don't have to know this place"

"I hope so too. you ready to get back to bed now?"

"I think I need some juice from downstairs before bed"

"You get to bed I'll get it for you"

"It's alright I can go"

"Then at least let me come with you sugar cookie"

"I'll be fine newt" I smiled he helped me to my feet but stopped me before I reached the door

"What if she's downstairs." He says 

"I'm just getting juice newt."

"Yeah... you were just getting a drink last time." he says "I don't trust her alone with you. Not for a moment. Not after what she's done." 

"Okay, we'll go down together."

"Okay, hold my hand and please don't let go"

"I won't I promise" I smiled holding his hand tightly before we left the bathroom 

Newt held my hand in a tight grip, as we headed down the corridor and down the stairwell. We both breathed a sigh of relief when we found the living room and kitchen empty, "You check the door I'll make you some juice" Newt said kissing my head 

"Get the stuff out for waffles too"

"I will do Sugarcube" he smiled as he headed to the kitchen, I went and did our usual check of the door, the windows, the usual places we always checked but found nothing useful to us, I checked the chairs but all had been used to try and open the door so much if we used them any more they'd break, I checked the sofa and table but they where bolted to the floor as much as I hate Ava she was smart everything is bolted and screwed down so we couldn't move things. I stopped a moment as I saw a shoe box on the table, it was dusty with a few cobwebs on it I sat down where she usually sits and I opened the box finding it filled to the brim with pictures mostly polaroids of newts before I knew him, pictures of him playing, of him in the tub, of him with a man I could only guess was Janson and of course ava I moved deeper into the box finding a small box of his teeth, cuttings of his hair, little things she had collected over his life, I found a small hospital bracelet for WCKD Hospital Maternity department with a date across it

06/ 09 / 1939 Inpatient - 

For a moment I was puzzled but the piece of paper I found under it, a strong cream cardstock with watermarks and shiny holograms meaning it was official, it was a birth certificate. 

Birth: 07/ 09 / 1939 11:00am 

Sex: Male 

Given name/s: Isaac Lewis

Family Name: Anderson

Mother: Liza Anderson

Father: Simon Anderson 

"Newt?" I asked 

"Yeah?" He asked as he came over with my juice 

"Look," I told him handing him the paper 

"Uhhh... Isaac? Who's Isaac?"

"I think... that's you."

"me?"

"I think so."

"1939? That can't be I'd be- that would-"

"Make you Thirty years old newt." 

"I'm thirty!"

"Apparently"

"Why wouldn't my mother have told me that?" 

"I don't know, maybe if she made sure you didn't know how old you were you'd never grow up"

"How old are you?"

"What?"

"I can't believe I never asked how old are you?!"

"Uhh I'd be twenty-five now."

"I hope I'm not too old for you"

"I'll make an exception" I smiled giving him a kiss 

"Liza Anderson, You think that's my mother's name?"

"I guess it must be, I remember her saying your father's name was Simon."

"Simon, Simon Anderson. I never met him, I wonder if he was a nice man?"

"I hope he was," I said doing my best not to speak given I knew more than I should 

"I feel like I've heard the name Liza, once before."

"Maybe my mother told you once?"

"Maybe. I don't remember" 

"What is going on!" Her voice shouted as she rushed down the stairs we quickly tried to hide that we had seen what was in the box but it was too late "You! you wicked little girl how dare you look into my personal things!" she screamed coming to me and grabbing my hair forcing me down by the fire 

"You will not touch her!" Newt yelled forcing his mother from me and standing between us as tears welled up "why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what? Whatever she's told you are lies!"

"Paperwork doesn't lie mother!" He yelled back freezing her in place "All this time... and not once did you tell me his name. How many nights did I beg you to tell me about my father! I begged you for anything you could tell me, anything you could show me, anything at all. Not once you told me his name. I never knew the name of my father let alone the family name I should have!"

"He didn't want you! we had to go it alone my little baby that's why I never told you he didn't want you he didn't he left us-"

"I still wanna know! Whether or not he wanted me is irrelevant I begged you to tell me his name and you never did. You never told me Our family name. you never even told me my real birthday!"

"Of course I did-"

"I'm thirty years old!" He shouted "and I didn't even know that. you kept all of this from me for thirty years." 

"I- I hadn't realized it had been so long-"

"yes you did. Don't lie to me and tell me you didn't" He said "You never even told me my name... Let me guess my father picked it so as soon as he was gone you changed it?"

"why should I keep what that bastard called you! you were mine. mine alone. so I picked my baby a better name"

"My father named me. and you hid that from me. The only thing that could have kept me close to a man I never got to meet. And you... In your stubborn greed changed it. to something you'd prefer. Hid the reality away hoping I'd never find it."

"Newt dartling-"

"My name is Isaac! and you knew it. all this time, You've lied to me. You've hurt me. you've hurt the woman I love. I shouldn't even have her here with me if it wasn't for you!" He yelled tears streaming 

"I'm sorry my dartling I truly am-"

"no! No you're not sorry you can never be sorry for this!" He yelled, "Unlock the door."

"What?" she asked

"Unlock the front door. Tell me where the key is and open the door. We're leaving."

"No- No you can't leave me" she begged to try to hug him but he forced her away

"OPEN THE DOOR!" He screamed, "Open the door, Now. and let us go or I will force it open and I don't care what I break."

"You can't leave"

"I warned you. and I gave you more chance when you deserved. Open the door. Or else." 

"You can't leave me" she cried

"Fine" He snapped as he marched to the table picked up the strongest of the chairs and threw it with all his strength at the front door and I heard the clink of a broken door lock, the door still bolted but this proved the door would open but before he could land another blow I screamed as she grabbed my hair and dress forcing my face inches from the flames of the fire "Let her go!"

"Drop. the chair Darling" 

"You hurt her I'll use this on you"

"You wouldn't dream to hurt your mummy newtie"

"Wanna bet?" he asked "Let. Her. go." 

"You won't leave, without your precious little wife" She said she grabbed a scarf that had been left over the sofa and used it to tie my hands so tight I had no escape she forced me to the basement door unlocking it and opening the door with a creek "You open that door she goes with the rest of your broken toys"

"Let her go. and I'll put the chair down. That fair?"

"Alrtight" she smiled before she threw my body down the stairs hitting the washing machine at the bottom it was a miracle nothing was broken or at least I didn't think it was

"Y/N!" Newt yelled dropping the chair and bolting down the stairs to hold me "Arte you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so" I nodded 

"You will not leave me." Her voice said and as we turned she stood at the top locking the door to the rest of the house with a butcher knife in her hand 

"Put the knife down" he tried to reason with her 

"You will not leave me" she muttered tears falling as she came down the stairs putting the knife at a point forcing us to step back until my back hit the ice cold of the basement room. 

"You're my mother. I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't let us go-"

"You will not leave me!" she screamed grabbing the door behind us forcing it open and kicking us inside so our bodies landed on the floor before we could get to court feet she rushed in and picked up the chains that used to hold me all those years ago she used one to connect my ankle to the left wall and the other to connect newts wrist to the right wall we tried to fight but it was too late we tried to reach for once another but fully stretched we were only an inch apart "You're my baby. I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted to hurt you. But the man she had made you... is not my son anymore. Both of you still stay down here until your attitude is adjusted" she said 

"Let us go!" I screamed "Please!"

"Let her go, you can keep me here forever if that's what you want but please... please just let y/n go." Newt begged 

"I will give you three chances. if by the third your attitudes are not adjusted... you can join your son by the roses" she said before she slammed the door locking it behind her. 

I sat my body weak and tried, we hadn't eaten, we had barely slept, and all the while I was stretched as far as possible but still we could not hold one another. I don't know how long we had been down here but the days had lost meaning, she would visit to torment us to ask us if we were willing to submit to her and her rules but we would not, she would give us the scraps of food and water enough to keep us alive and nothing more, she had beaten us, tortured us, and things I would not dare to recall, mostly to me as a way to hurt him, but he was not left unscathed either by her horrors, we knew the next time she came would be our third chance... and we knew what would happen when we denied her again. 

"My mother is a monster..."

"I mean-"

"No. there is nothing else. She is a monster." He explained, "And all this time I never knew... I... I just thought my mother was normal, that this was normal, that my life was normal..."

"I-I'm sorry newt."

"Sorry? Sugar cookie you open my eyes. Without you... I'd have become my mother. I would have lived thinking she was normal, thinking all this was how life was meant to be," He said tears slipping down his face, "Without you... I'd be a monster worse than her."  

"I don't think that's true,"

"No?"

"No. Even in the deepest of her madness, you have always had... at least a shred of humility, I do not think you would have been a monster worse than her... I think even without me, In time you would have seen her for what she is." I explained, "I am sorry I revealed it-"

"Don't be. Please don't be sorry for what you've done. you let me see beyond the silk and softness I viewed my mother and showed me her spikes." He explained, "To think of all she has done to me, all I thought was normal." He cried, 

"Newt-"

"I am a thirty-year-old man, I have never met my father, I have never been outside this fucking house! My mother has coddled me and indulged me more than she ever should, she bathed me, dressed me, and breastfed me even after I told her I didn't want to anymore she still fed me it in secret, and she ripped out my teeth, she made me sit on her lap, made me beg like a child, made me sleep in her bed with her, she convinced me that mothers pleasure their sons and she did it EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT." he explained through his tears, "She is a monster... the most vile monster in this world, and she did it all... because she loved me." He explained "She kidnapped people for me. She kept a man who wished for death just to give me company... She took you, chained you up, tortured you... just to please me." 

"Newt... It's not your fault. You're mother and her madness are not your fault"

"Yes, they are." He said, "If it wasn't for me... she would never have done this... if it wasn't for me, Tommy would still be alive. Janson would still be alive. Lilly would still be okay. and you... Y/n, My sweet sugar cookie, you would be home, with your family, we may never have met, you would never have had to suffer, our child... Jr... he... he wouldn't ever have existed, nor the child you hold now. All of this pain... all of this suffering she has inflicted... for me. It is my fault. it is all my fault. Her attempts to keep me happy, to keep me small, young, sweet, passive, to keep me her happy child. My joy has caused nothing but suffering."

"... I think your right," I nodded, "But- like you said, I would not be here, I would not be with you, and Newt even after all of this I love you endlessly, I carry your child inside me at this moment, and I do not wish it away, your joy has brought us together, brought us joy and brought life. Even though the suffering and pain." I explained, "Newt... You cannot prevent evil, you can only try to make enough good in this world to counter it out even just for a few moments." I told him, "Even just the fact you know she is a monster and you are trying to distance yourself from her and her cruelty, makes you a better man."

"All thanks to you. I mean it... truly, without you. I don't know what hell I'd be in." He said, "I have never for a moment deserved you and your love. and it just makes me... so desperate to never lose you."

"Well, we don't have to worry about that." I sighed looking at your chains,

"No matter what, no matter what she does to us... I will not lose you." He said reaching out as close as he could, "No matter what happens... together." he cried,

I nodded tears flooding down my face as I too reached out our fingers inches from one another, "Together." 

"Dinner time." Her voice rang from the top of the stairs,

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster

[univvrse]

the coven (chapter 14)

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

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Hitoshi laid a kiss to your forehead before sitting up, “You wanna go see the others?” There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to go downstairs and see them. Hitoshi had to lead the way, their house was much bigger than you were accustomed to and somehow complicated in its layout. Sure enough, the other 3 vampires were all sat around a stupidly long brown dining table. It had around ten chairs around it but could probably seat people around it.

The dining room was just as plain as their living room had been; there was nothing on the white walls apart from an old painting in a dusty brown frame. The painting was of a boat- just a small blue fishing boat. You had figured that a group of vampires would have something more graphically violent and grand on their walls. They all seemed to be sat in complete silence before you came down to greet them, probably using their ability to read each other’s minds to hold their conversation.

Denki turned to you from the middle of the table, smiling widely and tapping the chair next to him- asking you to come and sit next to him. “Hey Y/N? You sleep okay?” He asked while you sat down. “Yeah I did- thanks,” you smiled back at him you had to hold back the urge to ask how he slept in return. “You hungry sweetheart?” Eijiro asked- he was sitting at the head of the table but was beginning to stand up. “Yeah kinda,” you replied warily “I’m guessing you guys don’t have food in your house though, right?” Eijiro smiled at that, looking at Katsuki who was sat opposite Denki from the corner of his eye like he expected him to say something- the blonde did nothing but stare down at the table, picking at his fingers. “Well yeah actually- Kats went shopping last night for you.” He laughed, walking over to Katsuki and ruffling his hair slightly. Katsuki practically hissed for a second before leaning into the red-head’s touch. You could tell that he wasn’t in a bad mood anymore- this was just his personality.

Eijiro disappeared into the kitchen- presumably to make you breakfast. Hitoshi left a kiss on your head before following after Eijiro. Katsuki didn’t move an inch, the tension in that room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “So- Bakugou thanks for going to get me food,” you said trying somehow to make the conversation less awkward. “Don’t sweat it,” he replied not looking up from the table. “Don’t worry Y/N- you know, he really likes you,” the other blonde spoke up. “Stop reading my fucking mind,” Katsuki grumbled although you could tell he wasn’t at all mad at Denki and his meanness came from a place of love. “Okaaayy then,” he turned back to you, “don’t sweat it though, if he really hated you, you wouldn’t still be alive.” You felt yourself go slightly pale at his words. Jesus Christ- if he didn’t like you, he’d kill you? “Shit- sorry,” he scratched the back of his neck obviously more out of habit than him having a genuine itch, “I’m joking- Hitoshi’s been trying to teach me sarcasm it wasn’t really all the rage back in the 1890s,” he laughed. The situation clearly amused Katsuki who had lifted his head slightly and was chuckling to himself.

“So, Y/N, I’ve been trying to figure it out- why are you not terrified of us?” Bakugou asked- you could tell he was now genuinely curious and wanted to get to know you. “I actually don’t know; I’ve been thinking it over myself I think it’s because you guys are so genuinely nice.” “Awh Y/N you’re so sweet,” Denki said- leaning over toward you to give you a somehow unawkward side hug. “I understand,” Katsuki said- placing his elbows on the table. He stopped talking, sounding like he was interrupted by something.

Sure enough, Eijiro was calling you from the kitchen. Luckily, their mostly unused kitchen was right next to their dining room, so you didn’t have to navigate much more of their house. Kirishima and Hitoshi were both slightly hunched over a piece of toast- looking slightly confused. “You guys okay?” You asked as you entered the room. “Yeah we’re fine- sorry it took us literally forever to figure out how to use a toaster- we weren’t human when they were invented,” he explained. That literally made you belly laugh- the concept of being born before you could toast bread was hilarious.

The toast actually looked okay considering it was made by vampires who didn’t eat and literally hadn’t cooked in over one hundred years. “You guys have butter right- well I hope so cause that’s all Kats got,” Hitoshi chuckled. “Oh yeah- butter’s cool,” you replied- already beginning to spread it on the quickly cooling bread. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until the smell of food hit you.

You glanced at the two of them- feeling awkward about eating when nobody else was. “Go ahead, eat up.” Hitoshi laid a kiss on your head before walking into the dining room to join Denki and Katsuki.

It was surprisingly good- you ate quickly- wiping crumbs from around your mouth. Kirishima had remained relatively silent the entire time- leant up against a counter behind you- likely having a very heated conversation with his boyfriends in his head. “You want to go take a shower?” Eijiro asked, “we tried to clean you up but you were out pretty cold so I can’t imagine we did a very good job.” “Yeah actually that’d be great- where’s your shower?” “All of our rooms have bathrooms with showers- I’ll take you to mine sweetheart,” he smiled- flashing his white teeth.

Without hesitation, he grabbed you by the hand, leading you quickly up the stairs and into his room. His room was nice- much cosier than Hitoshi’s. His sheets were a dark green and his bed seemed somehow bigger than the purple haired man’s. Eijiro’s room was of a similar vibe to Hitoshi’s though slightly plainer, the walls were plain and a shade of dark grey, almost like they were made of concrete. His floor was carpet, also grey, nearly matching the colour of his walls. Like the rest of the house, a pair of blackout curtains hung from the windows- blocking out all of the light that might enter the space.

Eijiro smiled at you- like he was glad to have someone new in his bedroom- he pressed a small kiss to your lips and wondered over to his bed, flopping down- he pointed you towards the bathroom. You could tell he wasn’t keen on joining you in the shower that day. Still- you were glad to have a moment alone amidst the craziness of spending days at a time with vampires.

#my hero academia #vampire #vampire au #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #no beta we die like men #bakugou #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #bakugou x reader

[waistful-thoughts]

Are You Sure?

Summary: After finally moving in with his long-term boyfriend, Marcus discovers that his recent weight gain may not be such an accident after all...

CW: Non-consensual gaining Word count: 2669

The afternoon turned to dusk as Marcus lowered the driver’s side window. The end-of-Fall chill shocks his system, causing a slight chuckle and a deep breath to re-compose himself. His dark blue dress shirt tightens against his softened mid-section as it expands with the crisp December air, shifting the strain of the day to the buttons on his shirt and pulling out the tuck in the front a little bit. He decided to undo his belt, then the button on his pants to facilitate the relaxation process. Another breath pushes his zipper down, the next coming easier than the last, once he gets past the novel tug on his sides—something that stays even with the relief of having his shirt fully untucked these days. “You’ve arrived” comes over the car’s stereo as he approaches his apartment.

He pulled into the parking lot, a tingling sensation in his stomach replacing the strain of his buttons as he put himself back together, sucking in slightly to re-secure his pants. He debated whether or not he needed to fasten the button at all given how tightly his thighs were being squeezed against the seams. It wasn’t a far walk and dusk was coming soon enough, so why did he have to button up regardless? The belt that dug into his hips didn’t survive the re-dress either—instead, it was thrown into his bag as he got out of the car.

Tingling in his stomach turned into a fluttering in his chest as the key slipped into the lock. The key turned, the door opened, and the smell of the evening’s meal hit him; garlic and onion and the beginnings of a smell that he hadn’t experienced in a long while. Unloading the day onto a table on the side of the door; keys from his front pocket and, after a notable tug, his wallet from his back pocket. A curve in the thin leather worked its way out as if the wallet had a day to work out on its own.

“Welcome home, handsome,” Leo says from behind, placing a hand on his usual spot on the side of Marcus’s torso opposite where he was standing. With a slight squeeze of the softening flesh and a kiss on the lips, his other hand slides onto Marcus’s belly, a finger lightly circling his visible belly button. “I finished up with work early so I decided to fix us up something new that I think you’ll like.”

“You know I love it when you cook,” Marcus couldn’t help but notice Leo’s attention to the added weight since they finally moved in with each other. The re-sparked honeymoon phase and accepting a new job that he’d been working towards for most of his adult life had settled itself onto his once-fit form. He found himself with less energy to go to the gym these days, not to mention being a little more invested in his doting boyfriend’s newfound love of cooking and baking. He was content with the direction of how things were going in his life. So what if I lost track of my physique? He always thought—that can always be regained, but these little moments are something he always sought to treasure. Still, he couldn’t help but notice another fluttering wave as the love of his life traced the indentation of his belly button. “It smells great, by the way.”

“Really? I’m glad! I’ve been thinking about trying it for a while,” Leo gave another, longer kiss to his bigger-than-usual other half, finding that the button on his pants was unbuttoned when he gave the plumped boy a slight rub on his underbelly. With a pat on his other half’s softer butt and a wink, Leo turned back to the kitchen. “Same thing with dessert, too! Though maybe I should slow it down a bit, big boy.”

The fluttering dropped back into his stomach. What could that possibly mean? Marcus couldn’t even be considered fat and yet Leo has the nerve to comment on it? Maybe he’s right though. He had started letting himself go lately and Leo has been so sweet too. If anything, it’s his fault to begin with! Still, he couldn’t exactly deny that Leo had a point. “Babe, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Realizing that he had slipped up, Leo returned to his boyfriend’s side, grabbing his hand, “I’m sorry, that was out of line. I didn’t mean anything by it, but you can’t deny that you’ve been getting a little chunky lately.”

“Between your cooking and work, I guess I just kinda started dropping the ball,” Marcus looked down and fingered the dimple in his shirt made by his belly button the same way Leo had just a few moments ago. He noticed the strain that his buttons carried even as he stood, the tightness against his thighs, and the remaining curvature that his wallet never quite worked out. There was no denying it—Marcus was getting fat. “You’re right though. I really should get back to the gym”

“I never said I didn’t like it, baby. I think it suits you, personally,” Leo gave one final peck on the cheek before returning to the kitchen to finish the feast he had planned. “Besides, I need a recipe tester. Why don’t you go get a little more comfortable? Dinner will be ready soon.”

Marcus set off to the bedroom to undress. With a sigh, the relief of finally ridding himself of the tightening clothes washed over him. He undressed completely, noting the newer difficulty of pulling his pants over his softening thighs, the indent of the waistband tattooing his hip. Fuck, he thought. I can’t believe this is happening to me right now. After completely undressing, Marcus made his way to shower. With each step, he realized that a new part of him jiggled. First, it was his already-plump butt—Leo’s favorite part; his too if he was being honest. Without being restrained by his now-tight underwear and pants, each cheek jiggled every time his foot landed on the hardwood of their apartment. His pecs came next, the firm muscle slowly being replaced with a new layer of fat. A change so subtle that no one but him could probably notice it was happening.

Turning on the shower, he took a moment to stare at his body in the mirror as the water warmed. He gawked at and prodded his profile, intentionally jiggling the butt and chest that originally caught his attention. He eventually worked his way to his bloated stomach. While he never really had abs in his life, any hope that he might one day had to be delayed indefinitely. He circled his belly button again, sticking a finger to see that it made it past his first knuckle. He grabbed his developing love handles and gave a quick prod to his belly, a mixture of soft and firm fat that made him look a bit more like a teddy bear than he was used to. He tested the water, finding that it was finally the perfect temperature. Although he was out of the critical view of the mirror, he still found himself hyperaware of the sensations as he lathered up his growing body and washed away the day that he was eager to leave behind.

Once done, he dried himself off, paying extra attention to the parts of him that started feeling different. His muscular thighs had more give than he was used to. He liked how big they were looking lately but he had to recognize that that wasn’t because he was hard at work in the gym. The same thing with his arms, too. He flexed, still feeling as strong as ever but his biceps didn’t pop as much as they did just a few short months ago. An incredibly soft mound of flesh had found its way onto the opposite side, next to his armpit. Fuck, how could I let this happen? Taking his cleaned used-to-be gym shorts out of his dresser, he noticed that the waistband was more stretched out than it used to be. It seemed as though it wasn’t just Marcus’s body that had seen better days. His clothes seemed to be losing their grip as well. Regardless, these were still his favorite lounging bottoms so he put them on, complementing them with a plain black T-shirt that showed off his curves more than his muscles.

Walking into the kitchen, he found Leo plating up the pasta dish he had cooked up for the evening. He had been working on cooking without a recipe lately and his skills were getting better by the day. The pride Leo had in making his other half the most delicious meals with the most decadent desserts afterward made Marcus fall in love even more than he had already, he also started to realize exactly how he managed to get into this mess in the first place. Regardless, he couldn’t deny that he was excited about what was being concocted for the night. “Was there anything I can help you out with tonight?” He asked, noticing that Leo was working on finishing the plating of one meal already.

As great as Leo was at cooking, he always said that he needed to make their meals in multiple batches, one for him and one for Marcus because he “wasn’t used to cooking or two just yet.” He also said that it let him cater things to their unique tastes more; regardless, tonight wasn’t any different. Fettuccine went down first, then with what looked to be a white sauce of his own invention. Leo seemed to be a big fan of rich sauces since most meals involved one in some way or another. If it wasn’t for the main course, it was usually involved in the second. A mixture of colorful vegetables and chicken decorated the bowl, something he’d started picking up from the plating videos he’d been watching lately. Marcus’s mouth watered, hoping that this first round was for him, though it never was.

“Nope, you can go set up if you’d like. I need to tweak some things this second go around so I’m not quite ready for you yet,” they kissed as Leo sauteed the vegetables the second go around, so Marcus took it upon himself to do as he was told. They liked to eat at the table together so they could catch up on what had gone on that day. The shit that Leo’s students got up to, some of what Marcus could divulge about his clients of the day. It was Marcus’s favorite thing about coming home to the love of his life, this added piece of connection with his best friend.

Since Marcus wasn’t a big fan of cleaning, he always set out a plate even when the primary dish of the evening required a bowl—a barrier between the table and any potential mess. It was a habit he picked up in college as he tried figuring out shortcuts for the stress of trying to balance everyday demands that stretched him short. It was one of the reasons why he got into exercising in the first place. It was a way to relax and take his mind off of all of the shit he had to deal with. But now, well, he didn’t have much to worry about anymore. Placing down forks for the two of them, he realized that he forgot to bring out wine glasses too. Marcus returned to the kitchen, catching the eyes of his boyfriend as an extra two pats of butter was being melted into the second bowl of fettuccine, a step he seemed to miss when he watched him make it the first time.

“I never would’ve guessed that this is how you’d tweak things,” the boys locked eyes, Leo’s weighed his head down to the ground as his project caught him doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing. “Care to explain to me what’s going on?”

An “I’m sorry” was all that Leo could muster. He turned his head away from Marcus and leaned back against the counter, folding his arms. What else was there to say when you knew you fucked up?

“How about we start with you explaining to me why you’re doing whatever you’re doing,” Marcus walked up to his guilty boy and grabbed a hand, turning off any burner that was left on, and walking the two over to the dining table so they could sit down for this little talk.

“Um,” Leo struggled with finding the words. Although he was never afraid to put one of his students in their place if they stepped out of line, work Leo and home Leo were two entirely different people. The stress of the situation lived in his throat but was coaxed out as Marcus put a hand on his much smaller thigh. “It was a mixture of a few different things. First, we started talking about moving in with each other which got me thinking about this little fantasy I’ve had for a while. Although I’ve always thought you were the hottest man in the room, I’ve never been able to stop thinking about you getting fat. Then you got this job that took up so much of your time and energy. I didn’t do anything at first, I just liked cooking for you since you’re always so happy when you’re eating but then it all just kinda… got out of hand.”

“How so, baby?”

“It didn’t take long for things to get out of control. You stopped going to the gym but your eating habits stayed the same. The thoughts started getting more and more frequent until I finally spiked one of your meals. It was so fucking hot to watch you gobble it down without knowing, made better by how much happier it seemed to make you. So, I kept doing it. Then you started showing and it just made me so horny.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, right? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’ve always been so fit! I never thought you’d go along with it when it would mean completely changing your life.”

“So you took the decision away from me?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I can fix this; let me re-make your food.”

“Can you stop for a minute and let me make my own damn decisions about my life, Leo?” Marcus yelled. Leo stopped and made eye contact with his partner for the first time since he was found out. “Did I say that’s what I wanted? I’m pissed that you made a decision for me without even talking to me, baby. I’m not mad at what you’ve done, just how you went about it.”

“I get that, but I don’t understand what you mean.”

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed how much attention you’ve been giving me lately? How happy you are when you cook or bake something that I like? You’re not wrong that I’ve never been happier than when you started spoiling me with your experiments,” Marcus lifted his shirt and rubbed his exposed belly.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying?”

“I mean do anything like this a-fucking-gain and we’re going to have a much bigger problem. But I’m ultimately saying that…if it makes you happy, I’m not against you playing out this little fantasy of yours for a little while,” he motioned for his lover to come over and give his bloated body some attention as he stood.

Leo obliged, first placing a hand on each love handle before kneeling before his overfed boy and kissing his soft belly. “Are you sure?”

Marcus lifted Leo by the chin back up to meet his eyes, caressing his boyfriend’s sweet face as he pulled him in for another kiss. “Would I ever lie to you, baby? Now, how about you go finish up whatever you were doing in the kitchen and we can talk about this fantasy of yours?”

#weight gain #male weight gain #gainer fiction #gainer story #gay gainer #gay feedee #realistic gain #exjock #gaining weight

[musekicker]

More Bakery Imp oc stuff, involving Fizz bringing Blitz to the bakery in question.

The sign declared the place as "Sweet Dicks.", the I in the sign shaped like a penis. A natural sort of word font play on the lust ring. And the amount of penis and boob shaped treats in the store window were not exactly a unusual sight either for this ring.

Blitz had seen the place in passing before during his occasional trips to the lust ring. But he had never stepped through the doors of the place. Not until today. It had been Fizz's idea really. A spur of the moment thing when Fizz knew that Blitz just happened to be in the ring. Blitz, glad to have a moment where he could get some more heavy stuff off of his mind, accepted the offer for this short trip.

There were body guards near by. A necessity since Fizz's quitting working for Mammon and Ozzie's public declaration that he loved Fizz. Fizz had told Blitz about the greatly increased moments where someone from the media, trying to get a interview or pictures had tried to get close. And those had been the less creepy or dangerous ones. And though Blitz was always armed and was aware of the danger, it only made sense to have backup.

Two of the hell hounds stood outside the bakery, guarding the doors. Another hell hound entered the bakery with the two imps. They wouldn't have too many people to keep a eye on. The place was empty at this time, so close to after the opening time. Those looking for a morning snack would not be here for at least a half hour more. Fizz knew this it seemed as he had insisted this was the best time to go to this bakery because less people would be there.

"This place is the best. Their dickerdoodles are just the best thing." Fizz said.

"Of course you like the treat with the word dick in it." Blitz commented with a smirk.

"Fuck you." Fizz replied good in a good nature tone.

The decor of the bakery was not unusual for both a bakery and the lust ring. Poster side photos of some of the bakery's best selling treats and a award or two the bakery had won hung on the wall. Tile floor, in a white and peach checkerboard pattern. The walls were painted peach as well. There was even some spots to sit and enjoy the treats, tables and chairs set up.

With all that that main draw was the front counter with it's many treats on display in the display case. Behind the counter was a imp. She was thin, almost all angles in her body shape. Short,shoulder length straight black hair and black lipstick. The black blouse, skirt, and tights she wore cemented her more dark and moody look.

Reading a book at the time, some horror title. And she had only noticed the entrance of the two imps and the hell hound guard with how the bell at the front rang at the opening of the door. She glanced up, putting the book away because of customers.

"Bitter! Hey!" Fizz called out to the counter imp.

The imp smiled, it not a bit stiffly in a manner that suggested she didn't do it that often.

"Well fuck, if it isn't Fizzarolli. How are you and Asmodeus doing?" the counter imp asked with a bit more energy then Blitz had expected to see from her.

"We're doing great. Lots of problems with the media and creeps. But other then that.." Fizz said.

"Congratulations for going public with your relationship by the way." Bitter said.

"Let me guess, you knew because everyone already knew?" Fizz asked.

"Yeahhhh. Oh, Doreen will want to see you. Hey! "Doreen! Fizz is here!" Bitter called out to the kitchen.

The sound of quick moving hooves on tile, and the door to the kitchen opened. Blitz had to wait for the imp that had stepped through the door to go past the front counter to really catch sight of her. Doreen was on the short side, with a squat body shape. Her hair had to be bigger then her body, and her horns stuck out as if she were a mini longhorn cow.

Just something about how she moved screamed Wrath ring imp to Blitz. And her accent when she spoke was more of a clue.

"Fizz! I wasn't expecting you to show up here today." the short imp said.

"Sorry Doreen. I would had called ahead but this visit was sort of a spur of the moment thing." Fizz said.

Fizz seemed to be very well liked here. Blitz supposed it could had been the business that both Fizz and Asmodeus brought to the bakery. But there really did seem to be a actual care from the two imps he met so far.

Bitter was moving to join in the conversation when her phone rang. She looked at the call number and sighed.

"I got to take this call. Mind if I duck out quickly?" Bitter asked Doreen.

Doreen waved a hand, not bothered at this request it seemed.

"You go right ahead. I got this." Doreen said. "Make sure you get back before the morning rush though."

"Will do." Bitter said.

Bitter hurried off towards the entrance, the hell hound at the door being polite enough to open the door for her. She nodded at them in acknowledgement and hurried out. Doreen focused on Fizz once more.

"It's a pleasure to see you today. And oh, who is your friend?" Doreen asked.

"This is Blitz." Fizz said.

"The o is silent." Blitz added in.

Blitz got the sense that his name had been uttered more the once here as Doreen's expression turned just a bit cold at the mention of it. Those eyes were laser focused on Blitz.

"Isn't that guy you said you really, really hated." Doreen asked.

Blitz noted that Doreen's was holding a cake serving knife. And said knife was now pointed right in Blitz's direction. Though Fizz tried to hide his worry, Blitz was getting the sense he was worried she use it.

"No, no. No need for the knife. Stuff happened, we talked, We're good now." Fizz said quickly.

"Ah. That's all I need to know." Doreen said.

The cake serving knife was no longer pointed right at him and that cold look was gone in a blink. Blitz was glad for that. He had the idea that Doreen was not someone he wished to get into a fist fight with. She looked like she could wrestle a full grown hell hog and win.

With Doreen not being threatening looking now though, she had a very sweet as pie attitude it seemed. Pretty much beaming to see Fizz.

"Now that you introduced me to your friend, want your usual?" Doreen asked.

"You know it." Fizz said.

A quick glance to the side to where Blitz stood.

"You want anything?" Fizz asked Blitz.

Blitz shrugged slightly.

"I would but I don't exactly have a lot of money to spend and this place looks like it might be out of my price range." Blitz admitted.

"Yeah, I think it is. But don't worry about it, I got you." Fizz said.

Blitz wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that. He knew Fizz meant well but.. It was hard for Blitz to word to even himself. But he decided to not share that unease. They were rebuilding their friendship. Now didn't feel like the time to bring this up.

"In that case, i could get something." Blitz said.

"Why don't you take a look at our menu? Take your time." Doreen said.

The menu was located over the counter, the writing in big letters for easy reading. He noted that many of the treats here had a lot of puns. Dickerdooles, dough-nuts. There was a theme to this place for sure. Before he could really focus on the idea of treats however, he was most interested in getting a drink first.

"Do have coffee here?" Blitz asked, still reading the menu.

Doreen's expression changed. Not angry this time thank goodness, more like annoyed.

"No. Sadly most folks who come in here have already gotten their coffee from the place across the street by time they get here." Doreen explained that look of annoyance still on her face.

Blitz looked out the window, took one look at the coffee place and scowled.

"That place? I had the coffee there once and never again. The coffee there is shit. And the owner smells like trash." Blitz said.

At that declaration Doreen grinned big.

"Now I know we're going to get along for sure." Doreen said. "You even get a Boob-berry muffin, on the house."

"Um, thanks?" Blitz said.

As Doreen became engrossed with getting one of the good sized blueberry muffins from the display case, Blitz leaned over towards Fizz to whisper a question to him.

"Did I miss something?" Blitz asked.

"Her ex husband owns the coffee shop across the street." Fizz informed Blitz. "They do not get along."

"Ah." Blitz said.

"The only good thing to come out of that shop if Milo's boyfriend." Doreen said, having clearly heard the whispered conversation.

Fizz looked just a tiny bit startled before remembering a detail.

"I forgot your hearing is so good." Fizz said.

"That's why I was so good at digging up hell critters from gardens. Could hear them digging under the dirt. I made a business out of it before I got into baking." Doreen explained.

She handed the Boob-berry muffin to Blitz. Blitz had to admit that the Boob-berry muffin looked very good. Add that to the fact it was still warm and the smell coming from it was so good that he didn't want to wait much longer to taste the treat. And he didn't wait. He took a big bite out of the muffin.

The muffin was a mouthful of warm, melt in your mouth goodness. And the blueberries had a texture that was not at all too off or too wet. There was a taste of orange to the whole thing too and Blitz had to wonder where the orange had been added in.

"What do you think?" Doreen asked with a grin that told Blitz that she already knew what Blitz thought.

Blitz was more then happy to let her know what he felt for sure though.

"Shit, I'd kill for more of these." Blitz said

"Isn't killing people your job?" Fizz asked.

"Yeah, but I'd kill more if it meant more Boob-Berry muffins." Blitz said.

"That is the nicest thing that had ever been said about the baked goods here." Doreen said.

She hurried over towards the door behind the counter, leading to the kitchen Blitz would guess. Opening the door, Doreen peeked her head into the kitchen.

"Hey Sweet! This fella said that he would kill people to eat more of the Boob-Berry muffins you made." Doreen called out.

A flurry of hooves tapping on the tile and another imp came to the kitchen door way. She was taller then Doreen, and had a bit of a more pink hue to her skin then any other imp Blitz had seen before. With black hair that had a bounce to it with a pop of yellow color from her barrettes. The barrettes looked good with the powder blue blouse she worse with her black skirt.

 Her horns slightly curved at a angle. And she also looked as if she worked out possibly as her arms had muscles.

"Who said they kill for more of Boob-Berry muffins? I- oh! Fizz i didn't know you were here today!" Sweet said.

Blitz raised a hand. Sweet just about was jumping in place and her hands clasped together.

"I'm so glad that you like them! Their my personal favorites too." Sweet said. "Tell me, could you taste the bit of orange I added to it?"

"Actually, I could." Blitz said.

That seemed to make the bubbly imp even happier.

"Thank goodness! I was worried I hadn't added enough orange to make it stand out. I was also so worried about drowning out the blueberry." Sweet admitted.

Blitz was about to reply to that comment when the front door opened again. Blitz thought perhaps it would be Bitter returning, but no. Another different imp.

The new imp looked young, around at least a year or two out of college age. Short, curly hair and horns that were long, straight, and at a tilt. On the shorter side and his yellow sweatshirt looked bigger then he was somewhat. Adding more to the look of being smaller.

He had clearly hurried here, gasping and taking a moment to get his breath. When he finally was able to speak, it was a apology.

"I'm sorry I'm late! I don't know how it happened but I slept through my alarm!" the new imp cried.

"I was wondering why there wasn't some art on the chalkboard sign outside." Fizz said.

Milo just seemed to notice Fizz now. How he had missed the presence of the hell hound body guards was a question. But then, trying to hurry could make one miss the obvious.

"Oh hey Fizz! Nice to see you." he said to Fizz. "Whose your friend?"

"This is Blitz, and yes, we're friends now." Fizz said, adding in the last part really quickly.

Blitz was fairly sure that he could take Milo in a fight if he had to at least. Not that it looked like Milo was particularly looking to get into one.

"This is our head decorator, Milo." Doreen said. "A very skilled artist."

She had introduced him as if she were a proud parent. Milo himself smiled warmly.

"Thank you. I'm doing my best with my art. But about being late-" Milo said.

"You're okay Milo. It's not like you're late all the time." Doreen said. "And I assume that you and Devlin having another movie night?"

Milo's slightly blush up around the base of his horns was enough of a answer.

"That's a yes." Sweet said.

Milo hid a part of his face in the opening of his sweatshirt.

"Really, That young man is the only good thing to come out of that  coffee shop. Why that sweet heart is still working there I'll never know." Doreen said

Milo, very ready to change the subject moved towards the kitchen.

"I need to get started on that big order for Friday. Cupcakes and cakes don't decorate themselves." Milo said.

Milo hurried back to the kitchen. If that was because he really wanted to get started on the order or to avoid some more small embarrassment, it was hard to tell. Could had very well been both.

For the rest of time that Fizz and Blitz were at the bakery, sitting at one of the set up chairs and table, they met no one else who worked at the bakery. It gave the two imps time to chat. And Doreen had sent Bitter out to get coffee for them at a good coffee place. So they had a nice drink to go along with their treats.

Before they left Blitz stopped at the counter.

"Hey, can I get another one of these bitches?" Blitz asked, eyes locked on the Boob-Berry muffins.

#helluva boss

[ask-spidersisters]

Family Dinner

As they all walked toward the house, Natasha leaned over to whisper in Athena’s ear.

“Stay close to me or Yelena.”

Athena peered up at her, she was looking straight ahead, eyes dead set on Melina as she led them into her house.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

Melina greeted, walking toward the pantry, Natasha followed close behind, Athena opted to stick with Yelena, who was looking around the house. She moved into the dining room and put a hand on one of the chairs. Athena stood next to her, unsure of what to do. Yelena seemed to snap back into the moment and put a hand on the top of Athena's head.

“Hey Scarlet. You doing ok?”

Athena shrugged.

“I guess. You?”

Yelena smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m ok kid.”

Melina emerged from the kitchen with Natasha on her heels.

“Someone set the table, let’s eat.”

She declared, going back into the kitchen to grab some plates.

“Wait, no first you’re going to tell us what we want to know.”

Natasha stated, which Melina ignored, walking past her back to the dinning room where she handed Yelena the plates.

“You’ve become so American, all business. Relax. You all need to eat first, then we’ll talk.”

Athena winced as her stomach let out an audible growl, she turned red beneath her mask. Natasha finally took her eyes off Melina to look at her, concerned. She sighed.

“Fine.”

(+)

After Athena was done helping Yelena with the table, Melina came in and handed both of them a shot glass. The strong odor coming from them was unmistakably that of vodka.

“Thank you girls.”

Melina said with a smile as she turned back to grab the food. Yelena downed hers immediately. Athena brought her face close to the glass to sniff it again. Well, she did have an enhanced metabolism, plus it’s only one shot, she doubted it would even affect her.

“Absolutely not.”

Natasha swooped in from seemingly nowhere and removed the glass from Athena’s hands before she could make a final decision. Melina then came back in with the first bowl of food, setting it down on the table and looking up questingly at them.

“What you do that for?”

Natasha scoffed.

“Are you crazy she’s way to youn-“

She cut herself off. Melina looked back at Athena more closely.

“Oh she is? It’s hard to tell with the mask.”

The rest of the food was set in silence, everyone but Alexeki, who was in the bathroom, took their seats. Melina sat on the other side of the table with Yelena next to her, while Athena sat across from her, sitting next to Natasha. The silence continued. It was only filled by the less than appealing sounds of Alexeki grunting and wheezing in the bathroom. All occupants of the table had some degree of discomfort displayed on their faces.

Eventually the noises stopped, and the door swung open. Everyone turned. Alexeki stood, dressed in a red and white suit with a star in the middle and a red helmet. Athena’s brain compared him to a fucked up version of Santa Clause. Alexeki smiled.

“Ahhhaaa! Still fits!”

He boasted proudly. Melina whistled and started clapping. Yelena groaned, turning back around, Natasha remained silent. He walked his way over to the seat at the head of the table and plopped down into the chair. Athena was surprised it didn’t break under his weight. He took off the helmet and set it on the floor, still smiling.

“Family. Back together again. And bigger!”

Natasha immediately stiffened.

“No, this is not what this is.”

She turned to Melina, staring at her dead on.

“You are going to tell-“

Melina shook her head, pointing at her.

“Natasha, don’t slouch.”

Natasha’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“What? I’m not slouching?”

“You’re going to get a back hunch.”

Alexeki reached over and patted Natasha on her back.

“Ah, listen to your mother, up, up!”

Natasha shook her head in frustration bringing her hands up.

“Enough! All of you!”

Yelena and Athena simultaneously turned to face her. Yelena pausing from taking another sip of her glass.

“We didn’t say anything. That’s not fair.”

Yelena stated for the both of them.

Natasha sighed, taking a moment to rub the bridge of her nose as she turned to look at Athena. She had not touched anything on her plate.

“Go ahead Scarlet, eat. You need it.”

She encouraged softly, knowing full well it’s been days since the teenager had a proper meal, and that it couldn’t be good for her super metabolism. There was no way the kid wasn’t hungry.

Slowly Athena lifted the bottom half of her mask, picked up her fork and stabbed it into a piece of the steak on her plate. Her first bite was slow and cautious, as if the food would kill her the moment it touched her mouth. When that didn’t happen, Athena’s bites quickened. She scarfed down the entire piece rapidly. She stopped when she noticed all eyes were on her. Yelena mouthed a surprised ‘wow’, Alexeki had stopped stuffing his mouth to stare in confusion at this new development, while Melina leaned forward, intrigued.

“You have fangs? Fascinating. So you do have some spider features.”

Athena felt as though she had shrunk in size. Natasha spoke up for her.

“Hey! No. We are not grilling her. Leave her alone and focus.”

Yelena slowly dragged the plate of steak closer to Athena, as Natasha started to question Melina, finally getting to the reason they were there.

#oc #spidersona #Black Widow Arc #tw alcohol #tw swearing #writing

[starlingsrps]

these beautiful things.

he’s been out of the army for just under a year but elliot still wakes up at the crack of dawn. it doesn’t matter how optimistically he tries to set an alarm or if nell tells him it’s legal for him to sleep past five now - when he’s up, he’s up. 

it’s fine. rosie is three months old. no one is sleeping past five on her watch. nell’s side of the bed is empty and she’s in the living room with her and a bottle when he gets up. they’ve settled into a routine quickly and it’s this - one of them does the feeding, the other makes the coffee. first though, there’s the pre-dawn round of admiring the baby to do.

elliot leans over the back of the chair and kisses nell on top of the head. “is she bigger?”

“not today. we may have a new eyelash though.”

he decides to take her word for it. between the two of them, they spend enough time looking at rose to track the growth of every possible stat and freckle. she does look about the same but if nell says there’s a new eyelash, then there’s a new eyelash. “still perfect then. coffee?”

“/please,” she says. “she’s about done anyway.”

he kisses her on top of the head again. “on it.”

it’s a good system. rosie is in a phase where only nell can feed her, a reverse from two weeks ago when it was only him. it’s fine. nell doesn’t always make the coffee strong enough and he has it down to a science. it’s almost done brewing when she comes back from putting rose back to sleep.

“out like a light,” she says, sitting at the kitchen table. “morning.”

he looks over his shoulder and smiles at her. “morning. seems like ro let us sleep last night. i didn’t hear her.”

“mostly. did you sleep?”

they talk about sleep a lot anymore but it sounds a little pointed. “more or less. couldn’t get comfortable.”

she hums and he hears her fingertips tap in the table while he pours and doctors both of their cups. “i talked to your mom yesterday,” she says. her tone pricks his ears. nell and his mother talk a lot but something tells him it wasn’t just about rosie this time. and it can’t be anything too serious or she would have told him herself. maggie? no, maggie delivers her news directly. so it has to be…

“she’s a little worried about you,” she says. “i don’t think she’s talked to you since rosie was born and she said you sounded different in your last letter.”

…him.

“i’ll call her later,” he says, decisively setting the coffee in front of her and bringing his own cup over to sit opposite. “i’m just really busy with class and work and rosie, i didn’t realize.”

“that’s what i said but-“ she sighs and gives him an apologetic look. “you aren’t going to like it.”

“then don’t tell me.”

“she said your father used to do this.” her hands reach for his across the table and without hesitation, he takes them. “get busy, stay busy, crash. repeat. she’s worried you’re heading for a crash.”

elliot loves his wife. she’s been his reason for everything in the past four years. the idea of this, of being able to sit at a kitchen table with her hands in his and their daughter asleep down the hallway, is something that felt like a reward for everything he’s done that he doesn’t quite feel worthy of. he’s never been mad at her. he doesn’t think he’s capable of it. 

but damn if he doesn’t feel a little betrayed right now.

“oh.” but he leaves his hands in hers. 

she squeezes. “i’m sorry, i know. but,” she shrugs helplessly, rubs her thumb over his wedding ring. “i think she’s right - not about being just like your father, that’s not what she meant - but. you work so hard and you’re always busy and moving and when we ask how you are, you’re always just busy or tired.”

“i am.”

she nods to acknowledge it. “but you aren’t sleeping.” 

he’s not and fine - she may have a point. ever since rose was born, he’s been sleeping terribly. it’s not the dreams. he doesn’t remember those enough. it’s the waking up with a compulsion to make sure that nell and rose are here. he checks nell’s pulse gently, goes the to nursery to watch rose’s tiny chest rise and fall. he never really had much of anything to lose before this and now that he does, he can’t stop monitoring like it might vanish if he isn’t aware of it every single second.

he doesn’t feel like he deserves any of this and doesn’t know how to say so. the further removed he is from his service, the more he thinks about some of the missions he’s not proud of, the bombs that found people who didn’t have anything to do with the war, the way his chest gets tight when stories of missions start being swapped. he’s started leaving the room with david, pretending like he’s keeping him company because at least david had been able to admit that he’s haunted. elliot can’t help but be a little jealous of him for that. showing, sharing the truth of how he feels doesn’t feel like an option for him.

if he says it out loud, it’s real. the consequences are real. it becomes real and acknowledged and he’ll be found undeserving of it all. he has so very much to lose now and doesn’t think he could bear it if he did.

“i want to help you but i can’t if you don’t talk to me about it,” she continues. “and i can’t read your mind.”

“i don’t want you to worry about me.”

“we’re married elliot. it comes with the territory. you worry about me and rosie.”

“because i’m-“

“supposed to. right?”

fine, she does have a point.

“i don’t know if i’m ready,” he says after a long few minutes. “to talk about some of it. i kept…a lot of things from you.”

“is this about you having to do that water landing right at the end? because indigo already told me.” when he snorts, as close to a laugh as he feels right now, she laughs under her breath. “he’s got a really big mouth when he wants to.”

“that son of a bitch.”

“we’ll go beat him up later.” 

“i’m-“ he closes his eyes and tries to memorize the feeling of her hands in his because what he’s about to say requires the anchor. “i’m afraid that if i tell you, you won’t love me anymore.” 

“oh, elliot.” she squeezes his hands and he opens his eyes and she’s still there, still holding onto him. “that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard you say. nothing’s going to change that.”

he can’t answer. if he answers, he’s absolutely going to cry.

“we need to be able to talk to each other about the war.” she says. “i saw things i don’t talk about either but i don’t want rosie or any of the next ones to think we’re scared or ashamed of it. i don’t think you want that either.”

his throat feels thick and he doesn’t think he could talk if he tried so he shakes his head.

her fingers weave with his. “so i’ll practice on you and you’ll practice on me and when they’re ready, we will be too. deal?”

the words come back. “deal. i love you.”

“i love you.”

“i don’t deserve you.” he says. “any of this.”

she smiles, beautiful and tired and everything he’s ever wanted, and kisses his hands. “sure you do. you’ll figure that out one of these days.”

#type: writing #s: elliot x nell #verse: at the end of the world #you ever accidentally give your character your ocd because i def have never done that not even once #(lies.)

[amarantine-amirite]

Part of the Precipitate

Nobody expected someone committing suicide because people bullied her online to create the Internet era’s first genuine market for lemons.

We recently redid our kitchen a few months after Kaia died. Our kitchen originally had an S-shape with two pony walls. The fridge sat right next to the dining room, and we had a wall-mounted oven on the opposite side of the fridge. We had a cooktop on the first pony wall, the sink and dishwasher on the second pony wall, and upper bank cabinets. 

It was probably designed for multiple people working simultaneously. I think the idea was that one person takes ingredients out of the fridge and passes them to a second person to cut and measure them by the sink. They then pass it back to the person manning the oven or cooktop. At least, that’s what it seems like because there was no way a single person could navigate it the way it is

Now, we didn’t get starry eyed because we Googled “fancy kitchens” on Pinterest. We began the renovation with a list of what we hated. The fridge door closed off the dining room when the door was open. The cooktop ate up too much space on the pony wall near the oven and stuff kept getting spilled on it. We didn’t have anything that could pass as an eat-in area. We couldn’t reach the cabinets without a stepladder, which we had nowhere to store.

Our plan for the new kitchen was simple. We would move the fridge, sink, bigger dishwasher, and microwave to one side of the room. On the other side of the room, we would put a coffee bar with a smaller one on the other side. You could throw the dishes back and forth, rather than put them in the cabinets. Instead of the two pony walls, we repurposed A 16th-century draper’s table with a top made from a piece of marble that came from the JP Morgan building. 

Renovations rarely stay self-contained. Once you fix one room in your house, everything else looks like crap. Next thing you know, you’ve done your entire house over. We have no less than four different types of flooring on the main floor. We needed to unify it, badly. Since we wanted hexagonal tiling in the kitchen, we planned to have it in the main hall as well as in the powder room. And just like that, the powder room got dragged into this.

Just because Mrs. O’Reilly showed up to give us the quote on the work doesn’t mean she showed up the day the work started. A guy called Zahid showed up.

"So, you know what you’re doing?" I asked Zahid as he scanned the printout showing the plans for the kitchen.

Zahid flashed a grin that suggested he had everything under control. Whether or not he did was a different story. "Yeah, yeah," he said, tracing the lines of the fridge-shaped blob with his finger. 

"Just checking," I mumbled. "Can't exactly help out, you know, with that whole chemistry exam thing tomorrow."

"Nah, you good," Zahid chuckled, his relaxed attitude doing little to calm my rising anxiety. "Got it covered." He gestured to our wall-mounted oven. "Fridge goes here, right?"

"Actually," I managed, forcing a smile, "fridge goes over there, in that corner." I pointed across the room, my voice strained.

Zahid followed my finger, his brow furrowing. "Oh, right. So, old fridge out, then?"

"Nope," I clarified, feeling the first flicker of annoyance. "Old fridge gets demoted to the basement, new one gets promoted to the corner. The old dishwasher and oven are outta here."

Zahid's smile faltered for a moment. "Uh, what if the old fridge doesn't fit down the stairs?" He struggled to picture getting that beast of a fridge through the door.

"Pretty sure it'll fit," I said. I turned the printout over to reveal a diagram of how to get the fridge down the stairs on the back.

Zahid scratched his head, his nervous grin returning. "Alright, alright. We'll deal with that later. But first, the floor”

“Yeah,” I responded.

Zahid nodded. I went off to study for my chemistry exam. He seemed like he knew what he was doing. At first. 

At 4:30, I heard Zahid say, “I'll have to come back tomorrow”

“OK,” I replied.

I naively thought that he said this because he had put in the outlets and moved the plumbing as we asked. I didn't think that doing the floor would be an all-day job. 

When I went downstairs, it soon occurred to me why it took him all day to lay the tile. We told him to lay the hex tile just on top of the hardwood. Instead, he ripped up the hardwood and padding and laid the tile afterwards. 

I looked around. He only got the front hall and the kitchen retiled. He just left the powder room without a floor. I stuck my head in the powder room, looked at the blue walls, and turned around. “Zahid,” I asked, “why is this blue?”

Zahid stood there and blinked. “I wanted nothing blue,” I repeated.

“I didn't want to flush out my sprayer,” he replied as he left.

I rolled my eyes and went upstairs because I knew there was still a floor there. Mom didn't come home from work that evening.

Right before I left to go to my chemistry exam, I bumped into Zahid. “OK, Zahid,” I began, “I need you to pay attention, because I’m only gonna explain this once.”

“OK,” Zahid nodded.

“So,” I clapped, “we need the plumbing moved from there to there, additional plumbing set up for the small dishwasher here, and we need a couple of outlets, a 220-volt one for the range and a 110-volt one for the microwave.”

Zahid looked at me with a confused look on his face, looking confused. “What is outlet?”

“You know,” I explained, “electricity comes out of the wall and into the house?” I felt like I got stupider as I explained it to him. 

Zahid finally got what I was talking about. “Oh, you mean the holes,” he said.

“Yes, two sets of holes,” I nodded, “big ones for the stove and little ones for the microwave.” I walked over to where we planned to put the fridge. “Moving on,” I said, “the fridge is going to go here, larger dishwasher here, next to the sink, smaller dishwasher here in the coffee bar…”

Zahid pointed to toilet. “What’s this?” he interrupted.

“That’s the toilet,” I said matter-of-factly.

“You want toilet with the fridge?” Zahid grimaced, “Yech!”

I shook my head. “No, it goes in the powder room, as does the vanity.” I went to get my school supplies. My backpack threatened to topple over. "Powder room faucet," I said, pointing to the vanity sink bowl. "Kitchen one's over there," I pointed to the taped-off box on the floor marking where the sink would go. "Don't mix them up, OK?"

Zahid nodded. “If you’re stuck, just refer to the diagrams,” I said as I headed out the door. “Anyway, I’m off.”

“Best of luck for your exams,” Zahid replied.

Zahid was gone by the time I came home. The new “kitchen” was a sight to behold. The upper bank cabinets hung from the ceiling. Zahid had blocked off our dining room door and backed the fridge up against the newly formed wall. The toilet was supposed to go in the powder room, but he put it in the kitchen, in the window. 

Immediately, I called Mrs. O'Reilly to tell her what happened and ask her to come and fix it. She answered the phone surprisingly quickly. “Hey there,” she replied.

“Is this Mrs. O'Reilly?” I asked.

“Yes, it is”

“It's Rebekah calling,” I replied, “Rebekah, Rosamund's daughter.” 

“How can I help you?” Mrs. O’Reilly said in a friendly tone

“Well,” I began, “Zahid was here and he didn't do a very good job.” 

I could sense Mrs. O'Reilly wincing on the other end of the phone. “How bad is it?” she asked

“I don’t even have any words,” I said as I looked around at the total disaster area localized entirely within the main floor of our house.

“Yeah, I didn't have a choice.” Mrs. O'Reilly chuckled, “He's the neighbour’s kid, and he just got sacked from SkyBurger.”

“Hmm,” I giggled, “I wonder why.” Every picture tells a story, after all.

“I'll be over there tomorrow,” Mrs. O'Reilly replied, “Anyway, I have to go, I need to call his mother.”

She hung up. I chuckled because I had visions of Zahid’s mother nattering at him in Tajik and dragging him into the house by his ear. 

I heard Mom‘s car pull into the garage. She came into the house and wandered right into the giant fuckup where our kitchen should be.

Mom stared at the newly minted blank wall, dumbfounded. "Where's the dining room door?" she demanded, her arms crossed and a frown etched on her face. “Don't worry, It'll turn up eventually," I joked. My attempt at humour backfired. Her frown deepened. "This isn't funny, Rebekah," she retorted apprehensively. "OK, point taken," I conceded, raising my hands in surrender. "So, are you going to ask me how my exam went?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

Mom didn’t seem to care about that. “Did they put the fridge downstairs?”

I ran downstairs to check. A sense of dread settled in my stomach when I got there and didn’t see it. I returned upstairs. “I don’t think so,” I said, the statement hanging heavy in the air.

I watched the colour drain from her face. “Shit,” she exclaimed. Panic crept into her voice. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…”

She ran into the living room in a torrent of angry hamster noises. All the appliances that were supposed to go in the kitchen were stacked in the living room just in a pile.

The problems went beyond the kitchen. Both the vanity and the stove got broken. The large dishwasher wound up in the powder room. The small dishwasher and the range hood were still unaccounted for.  

“Why is the powder room blue?” Mom grunted in exasperation, “We wanted nothing blue!”

“That’s what I said, but Zahid didn’t want to flush out the sprayer,” I replied.

Mom put her hands on the sides of her head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she shouted. 

“But we did our research, we took steps,” I said. I had no idea what good mentioning that would do.

Mom shook her head, “You don’t understand,” she barked, “she was supposed to come next week, when you were done with your exams.”

“Really?” I said. Everything Mom had said about what day the builders were coming thus far seemed like it was going according to plan. 

“Uh, yeah!” she said. I had no idea why she didn’t mention that she intended for them to come after I wrapped up my exams.

I looked down and traced a figure-8 on the floor with my feet. “Anyway,” I said, “I called, and Mrs. O’Reilly is coming tomorrow to fix it after she rats out Zahid to his mom.”

Mom didn’t seem interested that I took the first step in getting it fixed. “Mrs. O’Reilly was here for the site visit, she should have been here to do the work today and yesterday.”

“Maybe she was busy,” I shrugged, “I mean, you know what that's like. You were so busy you didn’t come home last night.”

“I’m only busy I have a crappy boss who not only assigns me more work than I can do, but right before I try to take a day off, he deletes everything and I have to start all over again!” Mom exploded. 

“What the hell purpose does that serve?” I asked, “And why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, but you’re still responsible for this fiasco,” Mom said. “You need to pay better attention. Maybe instead of sending your study breaks doom scrolling, you should look around and see if things are where they should be.”

“Makes sense,” I said. 

She then proceeded to run down the laundry list of stuff that I was supposed to do but didn’t because I didn’t think they were my jurisdiction. “If they can’t get the Old refrigerator downstairs, help them move the fridge. If they can’t remember what goes and what stays, take what goes in the garbage out yourself. Take some fucking responsibility for once!”

It sounded an awful lot like Mom was mad at her boss for making her work overnight on her day off and the builder for screwing up so badly and taking it out on me. “So is it my fault or not?” I asked.

“Why can’t you be part of the solution instead of the problem!?” She stormed off. 

It’s been three weeks. We’re still in the process of getting the kitchen straightened out. The toilet has been relocated to the powder room and the dishwasher has been relocated to the kitchen.

We had no idea how bad this would get because O’Reilly’s never received any negative reviews. The closest thing we had two negative reviews for O'Reilly's was people saying that his husband was an idiot, but the wife more than made up for it. 

And that wasn’t an accident. Kaia’s death sparked aggressive new anti-cyberbullying legislation that effectively made it illegal to leave negative reviews on anything.

You know what happens next, right? If you can’t read both the good and the bad about a product or service, it gets a lot harder to vet anything for quality. Total crap will push out anything useful and then everything goes to hell. 

Thanks for nothing, Kaia. You’ve made it impossible for us to find decent products or services.

@umprompted

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How You Get The Girl - Part Five

pairing - mattheo riddle x nott!reader

tags - social media au, university au, brother's best friend, female reader

warnings - mentions of alcohol, cursing

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Pushing your way through the sweaty bodies crowded around your living room, you finally made your way into the kitchen, cringing at the sight of some random drunk girl sitting on your counter and drawing on the cabinet door with a sharpie. Shaking your head with a sigh, you moved on to the table holding the drinks.

Not your party, not your problem. Theo would be the one to clean that up tomorrow, you would make sure of it.

Mustering the assortment of bottles scattered over the table, you tried to remember what Ginny and Pansy wanted but your mind was fuzzy. You were just about to reach for a bottle of vodka when someone was pushed into your side, your arm hitting an open bottle of soda, spilling its content all over the table.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” The guy who had rammed into you grimaced at the mess he caused, pushing a hand through his blond hair. “Here, let me.”

He reached around you to grab some paper towels and started dabbing up the soda. You found yourself watching him, trying to come up with his name but your mind was blank.

“Again, I’m really sorry. Did I get anything on you?” He gently took your arm to turn you towards him, cringing when he spotted the wet spot on your shirt.

“I’m good, don’t worry. It was an accident,” you told him and averted your eyes from his green ones, taking a step back from him. “Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before?”

“Yeah, I just transferred, actually,” he let out a laugh. “Moved in with my cousin. You might now him? Cedric Diggory?” You nodded. Cedric and you shared a couple of classes and he was usually one of your first choices for partnered projects, seeing as he was actually willing to put some work in and not just leaving everything to you.

“Oh yeah, I know Cedric,” you smiled. “Are you liking it here so far?”

“It’s fine. Haven’t gotten to meet many people yet,” he said and waved his hand dismissively. “I’m Ricky, by the way.”

“Y/n,” you told him with a grin. You found it hard not to stare at his smile. How could someone’s teeth be that white and perfect?

“So, can I make you a drink, y/n? To make up for this,” he mentioned towards your shirt.

You nodded again, making some room for him to browse through the collection of bottles. He grabbed a red cup when he made up his mind and started with a generous amount of vodka. You could already hear Theo and Enzo scolding you for taking a drink from a stranger. But you were watching him make it right in front of you and he had told you his name, so this should be fine.

“Do you have any iced tea?” he asked, setting down the vodka. “And maybe lemon juice?”

“Uhm, I think we only have the granulated kind. But we definitely have lemons.” You went to grab the iced tea and a lemon from the fridge, handing them to him.

He got right back to work, filling the rest of the cup with water before dropping in a good amount of the granulated iced tea. He then pulled out his car keys to poke a hole into the lemon, squeezing some of the juice into the drink as well.

Lastly, he took one of the straws from the cup and stirred everything together before handing it to you. He picked his own drink back up, holding it out.

“Cheers,” Ricky said and bumped his cup into yours with a grin. You took a small sip at first but went in for a bigger one when you realized how good it was.

“This is amazing! Dangerous though, I can’t even taste the alcohol,” you said, making him laugh.

“It’s my secret weapon.” His eyes fixed on something behind you for a moment, but he placed a warm hand on her arm to hold you in place when you tried to turn and see what was distracting him. “Hey, do you want to go and talk somewhere a little less crowded?”

Face flushing slightly at the physical contact, you were still unsure why this guy was even paying you any attention in the first place. You almost caught yourself agreeing, before you remembered your friends were still waiting for you in the backyard.

“I would love to but I promised my friends I would get them drinks. Would you mind making two more of these for me?” you asked hopefully, tapping a finger against your cup.

“Sure thing,” he smiled, going to grab two more cups to make the drinks. Ricky pushed the filled up cups towards you, one of his hands flying up to scratch the back of his neck. “Hey, could I maybe get your number?”

The question surprised you. The fact that you lived with your twin brother and his four friends was usually reason enough for any guy that might be interested in you to stay away. Your face was heating up again as you scrambled to take his phone. “Of course!”

He had already opened up a new contact and you quickly typed in your name and number before handing it back. He was about to say something else when he was interrupted by a weight landing on your shoulders, an arm snaking itself around you, pulling you a step back. The familiar scent of smoke and Mattheo’s cologne hit your nose.

“Your brother is looking for you,” Mattheo told you, his eyes fixed on the guy standing in front of you.

“Then Theo can come and find me himself,” you mumbled back, trying to push his arm off your shoulder. You turned back to shoot Ricky an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you around?”

“Sure, I’ll text you.” He gave you another grin, refusing to meet Mattheo’s eyes as he grabbed his drink and walked past you.

Mattheo’s gaze followed his retreating figure as his hold on you loosened up a little. “You know he did that on purpose, right?”

Finally free to move again, you went to balance the other two cups in your hands. “What?”

“Bumping into you. No one pushed him, I saw,” Mattheo went on, following behind you as you made your way out of the kitchen. “You should probably be careful around that one.”

“Well, I don’t care. He was nice,” you stopped to hand one of the cups to him. “Now make yourself useful if you're bored enough to be stalking me and carry this, please.”

Mattheo still had an annoyed look on his face but he did what he was told and followed you outside, only leaving when you started telling the girls about the guy you had just met, rolling his eyes as he walked away.

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