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Jealousy

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie likes you, but you’re with Harrington, right?

Word Count : 1.9k

Warnings : Not Proofread, fluff, stoners, use of weed and alcohol, the stranger things teens actually acting like teens lol, swears, cuteness, ft Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Steve, jealous eds this was wrote a 3am so the spelling is probably atrocious.

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“Every time I tell you to bring a jacket and every time you’re like, ‘No Steve I won’t get cold’,” he spoke, mocking you as he did.

“I’m not cold, you’re the one freaking out!”

“You have goosebumps, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he said, throwing his blue jacket at your head. Smacking you straight in the face. “I honestly question why we’re still friends sometimes.”

“Guys let’s go,” Robin moaned, stood waiting for you. “We’re coming,” you said, jogging up to her, linking arms. “It’s fine just abandon me. Don’t worry about it,” Steve shouted.

“Okay,” you said in sync, laughing to yourselves. “Hey guys!” a familiar voice spoke. Eddie walked over to you, dressed in his normal attire of denim vest, jeans and leather jacket. Cute.

“Munson, you made it,” Steve said happily, “Now I won’t have to spend the night being bullied by these two demons.” You linked your free arm through Eddies, “You’re right! You can be bullied by the three of us.”

“I hate you all,” Steve groaned.

“You know you love us,” Robin said, grabbing Steve’s arm. “So are Wheeler and Byers meeting us there?” Eddie asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, Nance had work so they’re coming a little later.” He hummed in acknowledgement. You began chatting with Robin as you walked, the four of you still linked together.

You didn’t notice the curly haired boys eyes on you, well actually what you were wearing to be specific. Harringtons jacket. Just like a few days ago, you stole his yellow jumper, untying it from his waist.

It broke his heart, he’d always liked you, never got round to telling you. He couldn’t. He was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. You were everything. Your friendship was enough for him, but seeing you, watching you and Steve.

“You good?” you asked him.

“Oh yeah I’m fine, you?”

“Peachy!” you smiled up at him, making his heart flutter. “How’s your uncle Wayne?”

“He’s doing well. He told me to tell you he’s willing to pay you to make him more of that banana loaf.”

You laughed at that, “I’ll make sure too, no payment necessary though. He’s a nice man.” Humming again in agreement.

Robin spoke up, “This looks like a good spot, clear enough to see the fireworks.”

There was some huge celebration for Hawkins happening tonight. Fireworks, a party, the whole big sha-bang. You guys decided to have your own little party, some food, snacks, pot, and good company.

Steve threw a blanket down on the floor, “Nance said she’s bringing another with her,” he explained. You were sat by Lovers lake, it was so peaceful this time of year.

The orange skies reflecting off the still water. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” you asked turning towards Robin.

“Smile!” She said, pointing her camera towards you. You did as she said smiling and posing.

“Perfect!” She grabbed the photo and began shaking it so it would develop. Eddie smiled at you as you mimicked her shaking, the pair of you ended up dancing as she did.

Finally the picture was clear enough to see, “It looks great, you look pretty.”

“Aw thanks Robs,” you smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Anyone want a drink?” Steve asked, pulling out a few beers. “Throw one,” Eddie spoke, catching the can in one hand with ease. He sat down one the blanket, stretching out his long legs.

“Hey you, leave some room for the rest of us,” you spoke, plopping down next to him.

“You’ve got plenty of room, I’m a big guy, let me be comfy.”

“Okay big boy you take all the room you need.” You looked to your can, pulling the tab to open it, not realising how Eddies face flushed.

“Hey Eddie did you bring the good stuff?” Robin asked. “Obviously, I’m not gonna bring gross shit. I’m smoking too.”

“Oh so if you weren’t you’d give us weed that tastes like ass?” Steve asked.

“You know what ass tastes like Harrington?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the boy smirked.

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“Hey guys!” Nancys voice came from behind you. You scrambled up to hug her, “Hi!” she smiled to you.

“Hey Nance, Jonathan how are you?” you smiled at him.

The pair of you began quiet conversation, you’d always liked him. Just like Will, they were sweet kids, not surprising with a mom like Joyce. That woman had a heart of gold.

But later on you stood by the waters edge, watching it ripple as the breeze blew. You rubbed your arms, it was a bit cool, and getting colder as the sun disappeared.

“If you say ‘I told you so’ I’ll throw you in the fucking lake,” you said aloud.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Could smell the hairspray.”

“You’re horrible.”

“But you love me.”

You wrapped your arms around Steve’s middle, his going around your shoulders. “You good?”

“Mhm, stealing your warm.”

“Great so you’ve stole my jacket and warm,” he sighed, but didn’t let go.

“You guys ready to smoke?” Eddie asked, making you look up from Steve’s neck. He almost sounded annoyed? “Yeah!” You smiled at him, walking over to re-join the group.

Plonking yourself down between Robin and Eddie, you hummed in contentment. Eddie pulled out 2 pre-rolled blunts, handing one to Jonathan and keeping one himself.

The pair lit them and took the first inhales, smoke coming out of their noses. “Steves definitely gonna pull a whitey, he’s already drunk!” Robin laughed.

“Why am I friends with any of you?”

“Cause you love us,” you said in a sing-song voice.

The metal head offered you the blunt, not meeting your eyes as you thanked him. Taking a drag you, feeling the tickle of the smoke against your lungs.

The blunts were passed between the six of you and soon enough the first pop and boom was heard in the sky. Red and blue danced against the darkness, leaving you all in awe.

More and more fireworks began to appear, in the starry sky. They were so beautiful. You sighed, resting your head on someone’s shoulder, too stoned to really care who.

He cared though, knowing he’d need something a lot stronger to not care about you. To not feel like his heart would burst out of his chest as you laid there, smiling at the sky.

He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t keep falling for you. Keep loving you. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair on him. Or Steve. God you had a boyfriend and you were here with him like this.

Nudging your head with his shoulder slightly, he stood up, brushing down his jeans. Excusing himself and walking away from the five of you.

Cocking you head your eyes followed after the dark haired boy. Wondering what was wrong. After a few minutes you decided to follow after him.

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“Eddie~” you called out for him. “You okay? Why’d you go away?” You giggled at your rhyme. Soon enough you found him, his back to you.

“Hi,” you spoke, walking closer to him. He was stood at the waters edge. “You okay? You wandered off.”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Thought you were just taking a leak, but you were gone agesss. Got worried.”

“Why?” he asked genuinely, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. “Uh cause you’re my friend, and I like you duh.” He hummed at you, and you bumped his shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it Munson, I’m an open book right now, so this may be your only chance.”

“How long have you and Harrington been a thing?”

Your eyes widened, your jaw slack, you were stunned. “You don’t have to tell me, just curious. You suit each ot-” You put your hand on his mouth, “Edward Munson you finish that sentence and I will projectile vomit.”

He looked concerned, worried you were about to pull a whitey. “Shit we should get you home.”

“No! I’m fine it’s just,” you laughed, “Eddie, Steve’s my cousin.”

He was now the stunned one, “What?”

“He’s my cousin.”

“But your … your last names.”

“Our moms are sisters,” you explained.

“But I thought, he’s so protective of you, and you’re always wearing your clothes.”

“He nags me like a big brother. He’s only a few months older than me, but god he’s annoying.”

Eddie couldn’t believe it. You were cousins. Which made so much sense. So much fucking sense.

You were laughing, “Have I lost you?”

“W-what no! I’m right here.”

“Can I ask you a question now?”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you ask me if I’m dating him?”

“Oh I um … you know. Curious friend.”

“Mhm, sure. Well,” you began to walk back towards the others, “Just in case your curiosity gets the better of you, I should probably just tell you,

“I like you too. I think we should go on a date.” Eddie looked at you in awe.

“How did you know?”

“Kinda obvious. I was waiting for you to ask me out, been dropping hints all the time. It really went over your head.”

You smiled at him. “You dropped hints?”

“All the time. Always asking to hang out, linking arms, laughing so loud at all your jokes, calling you, baking for you, coming to see your band. The list goes on. I like you Eddie.”

“I like you too.”

“I know,” you laughed.

“Take off the jacket.”

“What?”

“The jacket. Take it off.”

You did as he said, pulling off the blue material. Goosebumps instantly covering your skin. It was soon disturbed as Eddie put his leather jacket over your shoulders.

“Suits you,” he smiled, you matched it.

“It’s cosy.” It smelt like him, weed and his woody aftershave. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I hope you know you’re not having it back.”

“That’s fine by me. You look pretty in it.” You cheeks flushed at that, “Thanks Eds. So umm we should get back to the others.”

“Sure, but first, I need to do something.”

Before you had time to ask what he had cupped your cheeks in his ring decorated hands. Connecting your lips to his own. They were soft against yours, you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your face.

Kissing him back you deepened it, pulling him closer by his curls, making his groan slightly. Tongues dancing and bodies on one another, you didn’t hear the twig crack behind you.

“My eyes! Oh my god my fucking eyes!” You heard a shout, breaking away from Eddie. Steve was rubbing his face, doubled over. “Here I was thinking you were in danger but no you’re sucking face!”

“Oh my god Steve shut up,” dropping your face into Eddies chest in embarrassment, he hugged you and chuckled into your hair. “No! I’ve just seen my baby cousin, BABY cousin with a tongue down her throat. Gross!”

“Sorry Harrington, we’ll keep it PG around you.”

“You better Munson,” he said walking away from the pair of you. Breaking into laughter, Eddie brushed hair out of your face.

“Well he’s gone now so,” he leaned back down to kiss you. “Nope! Nope nope nope,” Steve ran back, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Eddie, taking his jacket back too.

The curly haired boy cackled as he heard your whining as Steve dragged you, and his own complaints at how gross you were. Following behind, grin on his face, this may have been one of the best nights of his life.

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Wrong Number 6

one again i lied and we have probably a couple more parts after this

Morning came, and Steve had never been happy at the fact that his date wasn't lying next to him. He liked to imagine it now though, Eddie lying shirtless in bed, his curls strewn about the pillows. He wondered how far those tattoos went. He woke up around nine, but since Eddie said brunch, he let himself laze about for a bit before rolling out of bed. He had taken the soiled panties off last night, so he was bare from the waist down.

He grabbed a robe and wrapped it around himself, then went to the kitchen to start making something to eat. To his surprise, Eddie started the call. He picked up, smiling as Eddie's face filled the screen.

"Mornin' beautiful."

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"I bet it would've been even better with you in bed", Eddie said.

Steve heard the familiar sound of a toaster popping something out. "And what are you making for brunch?"

"Pop Tarts", Eddie beamed, reaching over to put them on a plate. "And you?"

"Just a Hot Pocket", Steve said, half-honest.

"Aaaand?"

"....And some toast."

"What kind of bread, Steve?"

"...It's homemade milk bread."

"Aha! Culinare Extraordinaire strikes again!"

"Okay, but I made it days ago and it's just down to the nubbin and I thought I might as well go ahead and use it and-"

"The what?", Eddie interrupted.

"What?"

"Did you just call the end of the loaf the 'nubbin'?"

Steve's toast popped out and he began to butter it. "What do you call it?"

"What everyone else does: kiss bread."

"Alright, you gotta explain kiss bread to me", Steve said as he took his plate to the table.

Eddie was already seated with his food and some orange juice. "Because it-well the two ends...you know I don't know why, but that's what it's called. Not a nubbin."

"Well you can be wrong wherever you are. If you want to change my mind, you'll have to hop on a plane and come here."

"Speaking of...", Eddie started.

Steve raised a brow. "Are you ready to talk about it?"

"I think now is good. Last night my higher brain functions were, let's say preoccupied", Eddie smirked.

Steve crossed his legs, wondering how Eddie would feel if he knew he was currently bottomless. If he was here, what would he do? Probably feel him up under the table...God, it would break his and Robin's rule but he'd let Eddie take him right here in this kitchen if his actions were as good as his words last night.

"You still with me, Stevie?"

"Mmm, I'm thinking that I might need to invest in a few more pairs."

"Baby you could get me to commit murder with the right lingerie", Eddie admitted. The 'right' kind being any kind really. The panties had been a much appreciated surprise but anything that showed off his thick, hairy legs and that bulge would have seduced him thoroughly.

"Could I convince you to meet me somewhere? In person?", Steve asked, batting his lashes without meaning to.

"You can put those eyes of yours away, darlin'. I was already thinking of how we could meet. I really wanna see you. And touch you. All of you, not just your dick."

"Me too. So um, we could probably figure out a good, like middle ground?"

Eddie nodded and Steve was already running the numbers for taking a plane across the country and when he'd have a full weekend to do so when Eddie told him that he not only lived in the same state but in literally just the next town over.

"Eddie...are you telling me that you live thirty minutes away?"

"Steve, are you telling me that my town is thirty minutes away from yours?"

"Are you telling me I could've passed by you on the street?"

"There's a lot of telling-not-telling going on here", Eddie laughed.

"Looks like I won't need a plane ticket after all."

"Not unless you're gonna shell out for a crop duster. We could make it real dramatic", Eddie said. "Picture it. You step out of the plane in a suit and fedora. I'll be standing there, the wind blowing my coat as I run into your arms."

"Sounds romantic", Steve sighed.

"Well if it's romance you want, I might have an idea of where to go..."

While Steve and Eddie hashed out the details of their meeting, Robin came in, looking for pleased for just finishing a 'walk of shame'.

"Hey Robs. Good night with your date, I presume?", Steve smiled.

"Is that the infamous Robin?", Eddie asked.

"Is that the infamous Eddie?", Robin asked right back. She went to the coffeemaker to start brewing a pot.

"I'm told I have you to thank for Steve's outfit last night", Eddie smirked.

Robin stuck her tongue out at Steve in an 'I told you so' move. "You can thank me by not going into details."

"She doesn't like details?", Eddie asked Steve.

"Only when they're gross or embarrassing", Steve answered.

"Hmm, so she wouldn't wanna hear how gorgeous you looked while you were-"

"Lalalalalaaaa! I don't hear this!", Robin sang while waiting for the coffee to be done.

"Oh but I looove hearing it. Tell me more, Eddie. How good did I look when I-"

"LA. LA. LA! If you're gonna be gross, you make my coffee! I'm taking a shower!" Robin shouted her demand while covering her ears and rushing out of the kitchen.

"Don't we know how to clear a room?", Eddie grinned.

"Looks like we won't ever be strapped for alone time."

They talked some more and by noon, Steve had a date to Eddie's axe range next weekend. And damn if the week never felt so long. Even though he was getting more Eddie than ever. They still texted at least once a day, called every other day, and even started following each other on their socials. Steve even stalked the account of Bullseye Axe Throwing just to watch the couple of promo videos that had Eddie in them.

The night before their date, they were talking on the phone, too excited to sleep.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to see you tomorrow." Steve was lounging in bed, looking at his date outfit as it hung on his closet door.

"Me neither. I'm still not totally convinced you're not just some dream made up by AI."

"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended. AI images can be downright scary."

"Take it as a compliment", Eddie said. "I get more points when you like me."

"...And you're still okay with Robin coming?", Steve asked for what must be the third time.

Eddie understood her concern. Meeting someone could be risky, no matter how much you talked. And he was the one that invited Steve to a place filled with weapons. It wasn't the most traditional date spot but Eddie had always dreamed of bringing someone there and showing them how romantic axes could be. Maybe Steve was that someone.

"Baby, I don't mind. I already told you. I'd love to meet the person who has intimate knowledge of your underwear drawer."

Steve blushed. He and Eddie hadn't really done anything since their last date, besides a couple of suggestive texts. He was sure that on Saturday night, all Eddie would have to do is shake his hand and he'd crumble.

"You know if you're good, you'll get to see it all first hand", Steve reminded him, his voice low now.

"Oh I can be good. You know I can be good."

Steve knew very well. So well that he'd touched himself to the idea this past week and after saying so to Eddie, Eddie had admitted the same.

"You shoulda called me, baby", he had said. "We could've coordinated our horniness."

Suffice to say, the anticipation for their first in real life meeting was thicker than a souffle pancake. When Saturday morning came, Steve felt like he was going to throw up. What if Eddie saw him and decided he didn't like him? They'd only seen each other through screens and Steve tried to only let his best angles be seen.

What if he didn't like....what if he didn't like his ears? Or his elbows? Or something else Steve had never even though of? What if he said the wrong thing and wasn't interesting enough?

"I can tell you're spiraling", Robin said from the couch where she was eating cereal and watching the news.

"Eddie is-"

"Just a man. A man who would be lucky to have you."

"Lucky to have me. Eddie would be lucky to have me", Steve repeated like a mantra, then sat next to Robin.

"You're a catch."

"I'm a catch."

"With an ass that won't quit."

"My ass has never taken a day off", Steve nodded to himself. "Okay. I'm good. Any cereal left?"

"Only the health stuff."

"Why do we buy that again?"

"So we can live long enough to grow old in the same retirement home", Robin reminded him.

Steve smiled. She really was his forever girl. And tonight she'd be going with him with what could be his romantic soulmate. No pressure? No pressure.

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adultish-momma · 1 year

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Lunchtime Disagreements

Yuu and Ace get along for some very specific reasons. Unfortunately for Riddle, he is about to find out one of the things they have in common.

(Yuu on the other hand, has had a rough week. They woke up and chose violence. They will not be apologizing.)

A/N: Hi :)

Rule number 271: One must leave the table within 15 minutes of completing their lunch

"Yeah that's not going to happen."

Every Heartslabyul student around their lunch table seems to freeze, anxiously watching red rise to their housewarden's cheeks. Yuu on the other hand settles deeper into their seat, the picture of indolence. Grimm, always down for mischief, hops onto the tabletop, moving the empty Ramshackle lunch trays to the side so he can comfortably turn into a cat loaf in the smack middle of everybody. He shoots a satisfied shit-eating grin up at Riddle Rosehearts, delighting in the frustrated expression on the young man's face.

"Excuse me?"

The Ramshackle prefect finishes off their burger, and then calmly turns to give Riddle Rosehearts their full attention.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I'm good. Thanks but no." The prefect shoots the housewarden a polite smile before sipping on their carbonated beverage. The redhead blinked, thrown off by the other student's nonchalance of the subject.

"Suggestion... you can't just... the rules-"

"Are completely asinine, let alone inefficient and inapplicable to our current situation." They take another long sip of their drink while the older boy grows steadily redder.

"ASININE?!!"

"Mm-hmm" they hummed, bobbing their head in casual acknowledgment. Calmly setting down their drink, they raised their hand so they could count off for the Heartslybul Housewarden. "One, I am not a Heartslybul student. Therefore, your word is not my law."

Ace was trying very hard to hide his snickers at Riddle's grinding teeth. (He wasn't trying at all honestly but if anybody asks he's going to stick with his story thank you very much.)

"Two, this is not the Heartslybul dorm. There is no polite societal convention that demands I attempt to follow your dorm rules in the neutral territory that is the cafeteria."

Riddle now resembles a tomato, hair blending in with the color of his face. Deuce and Cater exchange nervous glances.

"Three, my next class is alchemy, and according to the time, the Alchemy Lab won't be open for at least 30 more minutes. So instead of staying here and, oh I don't know, getting ahead on my alchemy readings, you want me to leave. And do what, exactly?"

Trey was sweating in his seat. Tentatively, he reached out to the Ramshackle prefect, hoping to make this conversation just stop. "Hey, okay, I think you made your-"

"I'm not finished" they snapped, whipping around to glare at the Vice Warden's outstretched hand. When it dropped back to Trey's side, they turned back to the dorm leader. Riddle was seething, face so red that steam was quite literally going to rise from his face if someone poured water on him. And honestly, at this point, Yuu was kinda pissed too. So when Riddle opened his mouth to take advantage of the pause in their tirade, they stood up and crowded into his space, not willing to let this go until they said their piece.

"Your precious rules are more often than not completely senseless. Name me one benefit, one productive result, one good reason why rule 271 should be followed in every scenario, regardless of circumstance, and I'll take it all back."

They paused, to give Riddle a chance to rebuke them. They didn't pause longer than a second, but let the record show they did pause.

"You can't, can you? Because there are none. There is no good reason for your out-of-pocket rule. That's because it's an insane rule created by an insane woman."

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Students wearing rose-red armbands flinched in the courtyard, frantically searching for where their leader could be. It was a fearful response, fueled by the sheer anger they heard in his voice, but they were also curious about exactly what moron was capable of upsetting their mini tyrant so immensely. The Heartslybul students in the courtyard soon figured that since he wasn't in sight, Riddle must be tearing into someone still in the cafeteria. There was collective relief, but those students also sent up a collective prayer for the poor soul on the other side of their housewarden's unique magic.

Meanwhile, inside there's a flash where the freshman prefect was standing, bright light taking its time to dissipate from their silhouette. When it does, the cafeteria is silent, shock settling heavily in the atmosphere. Riddle, who had still been as red as his namesake, rapidly began to pale at the sight before him.

Yuu stretched their neck, with no collar on them to impede the motion. They slouched back into their seat, reaching over to begin petting Grimm behind his ears. The creature's body is forced to relax under the careful touches, his tense posture melting back into a content cat loaf. The prefect themselves are pretty content with the way this argument turned out, although... one last nail in the coffin couldn't hurt his ego any more than they already have.

"I don't have any magic Housewarden Rosehearts. 'Off With Your Head' is useless against me where there is nothing for your spell to contain. So if you want to effectively throw a tantrum next time I'm verbally kicking your ass..." Their eyes locked onto his stormy grey eyes, a small, conspiratorial smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.

"You're gonna need to turn that collar into a muzzle."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #rewrite au #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #next time riddle uses 'off with your head' on yuu is during his overblot #and it absolutely is a muzzle #also hi hello #i might possibly be back #haven't decided yet #Mirrors are Never to be Trusted

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shubblelive · 7 months

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— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together.

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling.

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest.

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily.

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”

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blukrown · 11 months

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To Do (Me) List - Gaz/Price

GAZ WEEK 2023 - SEXTING

Gaz is out at the shops when he receives a text from Price. It appears this Sunday morning Price woke to begin causing mischief.

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Contains: NSFW, Sexting & erections in public,

It was mid-morning on a Sunday and Gaz found himself walking down the aisles at the local grocery store. Basket in one hand, phone in the other as he looked over his shopping list.

He usually went on these outings with Price, relishing how they would hold hands as they walked past the shelves. Talking quietly to each other as they went through their list, debating over brands and wondering over pricing.

The only reason Gaz was alone on this trip was that he had wanted Price to sleep in. Sunday was the one day Price swore off from any work, unless he drastically needed more time to complete things. Which had been the case for the past two weeks. Now, finally, Price had forsworn to not touch a single paper or pen so help him god. So, in an attempt to allow Price all the rest he needed, he had left Price still asleep in bed to go to the shops.

They had needed supplies anyway, just a few essentials like bread and milk. Gaz was even considering going all out and getting Price a whole breakfast and lunch to bring home with him, although he had not yet decided what to get.

Gaz paused in the bread aisle, looking over the selection and wondering if he should go freshly baked or presliced. Still debating over which, his phone suddenly went off in his hand. Making him pause to look.

John: Where are you?

Gaz couldn’t help but smile, clearly he had woken up and noted him missing from bed. He only hoped he hadn’t worried Price too much with his absence.

Kyle: Shops

Simple, Gaz was just hovering over taking a packet of sliced whole wheat when another text came.

Price: Shame. The beds cold

Gaz let out a small chuckle, forgetting how clingy and grumpy the older man was first thing in the morning. Deciding to play into it, he responded.

Kyle: I wont be long. Just picking up some things, we were low on milk. Need anything?

Gaz saw Price pause to reply, so Gaz had looked away and took the packaged bread from the shelf into his basket. But then he started to ponder over the fresh loaf again since it would be perfect for breakfast in bed for Price.

Speaking of, there was another buzz to notify another text. Then another soon after.

John: No. Just you.

There was then an attached picture that made Gaz audibly splutter as he beheld it. It was a picture of Price’s chest downwards, lounging in bed with the sheets kicked aside. He wore the same grey boxers Gaz had left him in but a visible tenting was occurring in the crotch. One of Price’s large, veined hands holding at the clothed base.

Gaz felt his skin warm and arousal pool in his lower stomach. Holy shit.

Price rarely sent things like this. In fact, it was usually Gaz who sent implicit or straight-up elicit pictures during the daylight hours, aiming for a reaction. Price was so used to the habit that he had Gaz’s messages on silent during the working hours. Knowing if it was an emergency, Gaz would call. But nearly all texts were crude and inappropriate for work.

To have that Price, sending something like this had Gaz snatching the fresh bread up and dumping it into his basket, not realising he now had two loafs. His thumbs immediatley on the screen keyboard and typing.

Kyle: Damn John

It was a bit of a dumb thing to say in response to a half-hidden dick pic, but at least it was an honest reaction.

To Gaz’s relief and horror, Price was quick to respond.

John: You going to help me?

Gaz felt himself biting his bottom lip. God, did he want to. But he was in the middle of shopping and still had several things to pick up.

Kyle: I can’t I need to finish shopping

Price: Suit yourself

It was a cold and very clearly dissatisfied reply and Gaz sighed. Boy, what a heart attack.

Thinking he was in the clear, he tucked his phone away as he walked to the milk fridge. Trying to ignore the slight chub in his pants, he did his best to focus on the task at hand. Price was a patient man, he would surely be able to-

There was another vibration from Gaz’s pocket and felt an immediate inkling of dread as he pulled out his phone. Price had sent another attachment, no message.

Curious, Gaz opened the attachment.

For context, Gaz was a young man and usually had the forethought to have his phone on silent when out in public. Clearly, he had forgotten to do so, as, when he opened the video it was audible. Not loud, but the noise was discernable to a few nearby people as the distinct noise of Price jerking off played through the speaker.

Gaz swore and hurriedly silenced the damn thing, not without attracting a few questioning looks from an elderly couple and a teenage staff member stocking shelves. Gaz felt the burn of embarrassment, hurriedly getting a jug of milk - not realising it was skim, not full cream - and retreated to a quiet aisle.

Now out of sight, Gaz, rather stupidly, reopened the video.

It was still of that same view, Price’s abdomen downwards but his briefs were gone. And it was a sight for eager eyes.

Price’s hand was on his own cock, fingers squeezing in a firm grip as he dragged from tip to base. Gaz could almost here the video - although he was certain it was on silent - Price eliciting sweet, shiver-inducing grunts with each pass of his hand. The slick noises and grunts being more than enough to be inappropriate even without the visual.

God, the visual.

Gaz could probably stare at the sight for hours. How Price’s broad chest and stomach rose in quickened breaths. How his thick, hairy thighs tensed in pleasure. How, at one point, a dribbling of pre glistened at the tip and slid down the shaft over Price’s hand.

Gaz could have probably watched it for ages if it wasn't for the sound of a trolly entering his deserted aisle. Forcing him to close the video to see the message conversation, hurriedly hiding his growing erection with his basket as a tired-looking nurse in scrubs walked past.

Still hiding the nearly fully sprout arousal, Gaz furiously texted out a message.

Kyle: Jesus John, you trying to kill me?

Price: Perhaps. You coming home or what?

Gaz quickly checked his list. He just needed to go to the butchers, then he was home free.

Kyle: Just give me 5 min I’m almost done

Price: Alright, but I’m not making any promises

Gaz took that as a threat, knowing full well that Price would have a fun time on his own if Gaz didn’t hurry the fuck up. Cursing under his breath, Gaz raced at speed-walking pace to the butcher’s section of the shop.

To Gaz’s silent misery, there was a cue. Two customers, waiting patiently for the one older butcher to complete orders. Gaz would have given up but Price’s favorite cut of bacon was sold there and if he was going to commit to this breakfast-in-bed ordeal, then dammit, he would commit .

So while he waited, Gaz went on his phone. Mindlessly scrolling throughsocial media, thankful his arousal was cooling down enough to not be visible anymore. Just as he was waiting next in line, Gaz got another notification from Price.

Gaz looked around, ensuring no unsuspecting hangers-on could see before daringly opening the message screen.

Price: Want you inside, Kyle. Can’t wait much longer

Along with the already jaw-dropping message was a picture. Price had positioned his camera without his hands, positioning himself with his legs spread and ass held open with his hands. His hole completely visible and already slickened with lube, widened from their previous night’s activities. Gaz felt himself harden again, felt how his jeans squeezed at his hardening cock as he examined each and every pixel of that damn photo. Fuck, he had to get home. Even such a delicious picture would surely not be as good as the real thing.

God, the real thing . Gaz could almost imagine it now. The hot, flushing heat as he pushed in. How Price would squeeze and tense around and below him. Would coo and hum out Gaz’s name like it was his favorite word. The pure filth of slapping skin and heaving breath as Gaz fucked into Price’s ass with hungered fury, leaving Price breathless and near keening. Praising him for being such a good boy, his good boy. Being so kind as to allow Gaz to cum inside, letting him paint his walls with his-

“Sir, order?”

Gaz gasped as he was snapped out of his lewd imaginings to look at the butcher.

“Uh- Um, yes!” Gaz blustered, fumbling with his phone and almost dropping it as he closed Price’s immodesty to find his list. “Er-Um, let’s see uh-”

Eventually, Gaz gave his order, embarrassing himself in front of the butcher and a few other customers who watched his rather pathetic mumblings. Gladly taking the paper-wrapped package, Gaz wasted no more time. Going through express checkout with his hands in his jacket pocket and pushing the ends of which down to hide an erection that was not planning on leaving.

Thanking himself for parking near the entrance, he raced to his car and got in. Making quick work of driving the less than 2 minutes home, safely. But with more than one shortcut as he couldn’t stand waiting at red lights on the main route.

Parking right outside Price’s house, Gaz was a hurried blurr of a horny mess as he got his keys and bag of shopping before speeding to the door. Just outside, rearranging his hands to unlock the door, to his horror, the keys slipped and fell to the ground.

Gaz almost wanted to groan, so desperate to get inside and have at his older partner who may surely be needing him still. Grasping for his keys, Gaz was so tempted to shout to Price’s bedroom window that he was nearly there and to please, please , don’t finish.

The door finally unlocked, Gaz abandoned his shopping on the counter and ran up the stairs. Forgetting about his jacket or shoes and opening the bedroom door.

Price was on the bed, hand between his legs as he fingered himself open. Pausing as he saw Gaz come in.

Price frowned, “Where the bloody hell have you been? Get over here.” He ordered although pink cheeks and out-of-paced breaths contradicted the bite in his tone.

“Yes sir,” Gaz said agreeably, not even bothering to strip. Going straight to the bed and climbing atop.

“Hurry,” Price said in a hastened but eager voice, legs welcoming Gaz between them.

Watching eagerly as Gaz pulled his cock out and stroked himself a few times to reach pure fullness. No foreplay, no teasing, Gaz aligned himself and pushed inside.

Both men gasped as bliss overtook them. Barely even pausing for a second, barely even savoring it before Gaz began to move.

Fucking into Price with eager fervour, hands at the older man’s waist to keep him steady and making each thrust smooth. Pressing in until the hilt, hitting that most pleasing of spots that made Price almost yelp each time.

Price must have built himself up a sizable amount before Gaz arrived, needing only a few moments of fevered thrusts before he was warning Gaz.

“‘M close. Kyle, I’m close. Fuck, don’t fucking stop. Even after I cum don’t stop till you finish, alrigh’? You’ll be a good boy for me and cum inside, ok? Be good and take everything that you need.”

Gaz could only nod, his brain half melted by pleasure as he just kept going. Hips slapping against lower thighs gasps and groans unrestrained and unabashed.

Price did not even reach to touch his ignored, irritated cock. Cumming untouched with just Gaz’s deep, pleasurably strokes to guide him through. The older man’s hands holding- no grasping onto Gaz’s hips. Tugging him, urging him to go deeper with each thrust even as his climax had him crashing.

Wanting to obey, wanting to take what was his, Gaz pushed Price’s legs forward. Knowing Price’s flexibility, he bent Price into a mating press mounted half on top and fucked into him, unbidden and selfishly taking what he wanted. Having at Price as he had wanted to all the way home from the shops. Paying him back for embarrassing him in public, risking people seeing him in an unpleasantly aroused state.

Gaz came not long after, whining Price’s name and soothed by soft croonings from his partner. “Good lad. So good for me. You fucked me so well, take what you want. Fill me up and make me all yours. That’s it. Good boy.”

Gaz spilled inside and painted Price’s walls with his seed. The bedroom quickly fell silent apart from harsh breaths as Gaz stilled. Giving both of them a moment to calm and relax, Gaz slowly pulled away and out. Leaning over to kiss at Price’s cheek and forehead that was slickened with cooling sweat.

“Jesus, for an old man you sure have a youthful libido.” Gaz said teasingly.

Price snorted, kicking at Gaz to get off him. “Piss off, need a shower.”

“Go ahead. I’ll make you breakfast.” Gaz said as he got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants.

Price smiled, “You’re too kind. You spoil this old man.” His smile then disappeared as he noticed Kyle’s attire, still wearing jeans, jumper, jacket and shoes. “Did you just fuck me, in your shoes, on our BED?!”

Gaz - having been lust blind and not even thinking to strip before arriving by Price’s side - looked down at himself. “Ah, shit. My bad, John.”

“You’re bad- You probably got dirt all over our bed!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass! Get the bed cleaned!”

“What about breakfast?” Gaz said, eyes softening in a pleading look to fight back against Price’s annoyance.

“That can wait.” Price said with gritted teeth as he got to his feet. “Bed first, then breakfast.”

Gaz sighed, visibly moping. “Yes, sir.”

Price must have taken pity, his irritation ebbing to step close and kiss him on the forehead. “And don’t go out on your own next time. Wait for me, you young ones are so impatient.”

Gaz could only laugh, following his partner’s demands and getting a clean set of sheets.

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 3 months

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well now that ao3 is down for maintenance how would all of you like a snippet of Supernova?

This takes place around chapter 50 (?). At this point in the story, Dora has learned that Ted is her father and she is meeting his mother for the first time. Elsie Tonks, Ted's mother, is beyond thrilled to be meeting her granddaughter. Snippet under the cut! Enjoy :)

“Here she is! My granddaughter!”

A silver-haired woman with big spectacles, a flowery dress, and a crisp apron came out of the back room and engulfed Dora in a bone-crushing hug.

“Oh, how grand it is to have a grandchild!” she said, standing back after a moment and taking Dora’s cheeks in her hands. “Look at you! What a beautiful young woman you are! To think I’ve lost all these years with you—but we’ll make up for lost time in no time, won’t we, dear?”

“O-okay,” Dora stammered, taken aback by the Muggle woman’s enthusiasm, assuming she had to be Ted’s mother, Elsie.

“Mum, take it easy—”

“No, you take it easy, Edward Tonks! This is my one and only granddaughter! You don’t get to meet your grandbaby for the first time every day, you know!” Elsie looked Dora up and down and tsked in a way that reminded her of her mother. “You’re looking peaky. Come with me, I’ll give you something to eat.”

“I’m not hung—”

“Just go,” Ted said quietly. “She doesn’t like to hear ‘no.’” He gently patted her shoulder and guided her through the doorway on the other side of the narrow staircase. There Dora found a round table with three mismatched chairs, and just beyond it, a narrow kitchen with pink cupboards and black-and-white flooring.

“I’ll be right there, dears!” Elsie called. “Sit down and make yourselves comfortable!”

Dora sat in an oversized yellow chair. She couldn’t settle her eyes on anything in particular; a vase of wildflowers sat in the middle of the table, its bright blooms drooping over the edge of the vase. Countless objects were hung on the walls around her. Some were paintings, others photographs, and yet others were made of cloth. Embroidered pictures of animals, houses, and flowers filled the crevices between pictures and paintings, and behind them the wall was papered with something neon. Dora wasn’t sure if it was because of how crammed it was, but Elsie’s house looked even smaller than Ted and Millie’s.

“Baked them just this morning!”

Elsie interrupted Dora’s activity and put a plate of chocolatey biscuits in front of her and Ted. She bustled back to the kitchen and returned with mugs and a kettle. Ted flicked his wand at one of the cupboards and a tin of teabags came zooming out. It landed just as Elsie turned around to look for it.

“Edward,” she said sternly. “Warn your mother before you go on with your tricks.” She turned to Dora with a toothy grin. “Sweetheart, don’t let him be too hard on you. He was just terrible about magic during his summers. Almost got kicked out of Hogwarts, he did!”

“It was one time,” Ted said, rolling his eyes. “One warning. That hardly counts as expulsion.”

Elsie put her hands on her hips but sat down in a cobalt blue chair. Instead of turning to Ted to finish her conversation with him, the woman turned to Dora.

“Eat, sweetheart,” she said, pushing the plate of biscuits at Dora. “We all know Millie’s a decent cook but she likes experimenting with those American concoctions.” Elsie pressed her lips together with a slight frown. “What you need is meat and potatoes, the kind of food that’ll stick to your ribs, not that namby-pamby gelatin loaf that’s all the rage these days.”

Dora peered over the wildflowers at Ted, her eyes wide and begging to take her away. She could sew her own Muggle clothes for all she cared. Spending one more minute with the overbearing woman would kill her, and she wasn’t convinced that there wasn’t something afoot with the chocolatey biscuits in front of her. But, to her dismay, Ted didn’t understand the message (her mother would have) and instead he smiled encouragingly and gave her two thumbs-up.

“Go on, baby, have a biscuit,” Elsie repeated. “My Ted told me about how you and your mother grew up. You can eat as much as you like. There are no hidden messages, no ulterior motives.”

The walls felt like they were closing in on Dora, but she took a biscuit from the top of the pile to placate the Tonkses. She took a small bite, surprised by the still-gooey chocolate within. The unexpected mmm that flowed from her lips earned her an even brighter grin from Elsie.

#nymphadora tonks #ted tonks #elsie tonks #supernova #elsie is going to be an MVP in this story #just you wait

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thewidowsghost · 1 year

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The Crisis Begins (Memories - Pt. 2)

Part 1

Daisy Johnson / Skye Masterlist

Main Masterlist

One of (Y/n)’s first memories was her sister’s, Natasha, sixth birthday.

Melina sets (Y/n) on the floor next to Yelena, who was about two - (Y/n), three.

(Y/n) gets to her feet, running and stumbling over to Natasha, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a few wrapped gifts sitting in front of her.

“Happy birfday,” (Y/n) chirps, giving her sister a big hug.

Natasha smiles down at (Y/n), giving her a hug in return.

Natasha’s birthdays had been few and far between.

The next one (Y/n) had known about had been just before they’d escaped the Red Room.

Every Red Room assassin had a partner, and (Y/n) and Natasha had been paired together all throughout their training, and Natasha wondered if Melina had been the influence on the pairing.

(Y/n) hadn’t been able to find a birthday cake, or cupcakes, or cookies, but she had found a loaf of fresh bread.

(Y/n) sneaks into their shared room, and she pulls the loaf of bread out of the backpack she’s wearing.

The fourteen year old (Y/n) hands her sister the bread. “Happy birthday,” she murmurs, though she knows that Natasha would have to be going through her graduation ceremony.

Natasha meets (Y/n)’s gaze before she smiles, getting up from her bed to give her younger sister a hug.

“Thank you,” Natasha murmurs.

(Y/n) glows, happy to have gotten something that made her sister happy.

. . .

You glance around the corner of the wall, catching sight of the HYDRA guard walking up and down the hallway.

Natasha crouches down beside sister, and her jaw clenches harshly.

“It’s the Solider,” Natasha mutters, recognizing the frame and dark brown hair of the Winter Soldier. There had been a situation between the Soldier and (Y/n) about a year ago, and it hadn’t exactly raised Natasha’s respect for the man, even if he was being controlled.

(Y/n) slips down the hallway, her feet silent on the ground, Natasha following closely behind.

. . .

(Y/n) drops to the floor as an arrow implants itself into the wall above her head. Natasha catches the look of terror on (Y/n)’s face, and she pulls (Y/n) to her.

Natasha’s emerald gaze burns with anger, and she gets to her feet, crouching below the wall. “Stay here,” the redhead tells (Y/n).

(Y/n) swallows thickly, but she shifts onto her feet. “I’m not letting you go alone,” (Y/n) replies, frowning slightly.

“You’re hurt,” Natasha replies, pushing (Y/n) back to the ground.

(Y/n) glances down at her left leg, bloody and bruised yellow and purple. The injury would’ve grossed out anyone else, but (Y/n) and Natahsa were trained assassins - they weren’t allowed to be bothered by injuries and, as Dreykov had called them, violations, no matter how awful.

“Now, stay,” Natasha tells (Y/n), and finally, (Y/n) nods.

Natasha inches forward, catching sight of the man - a bow in his hand, and a quiver strapped to his back.

An archer.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova,” the man says and Natasha pauses, standing still and studying the archer some more. He looked to be a few years older than her, and he looked more hardened than Natasha, which surprised her a little. The archer raises her bow, but what happens next shocks both him and Natasha.

(Y/n) gets to her feet, swaying slightly, but she hobbles between her sister and the archer.

The archer lowers his bow slightly. “You’re just a kid?” the archer asks in his low voice.

“My sister and I escaped,” (Y/n) replies, shifting her weight to her good leg. “W-we’re done.”

. . .

Lying with Daisy, (Y/n) had never felt more at home.

(Y/n)’s stomach rumbles, and she sighs, disentangling herself from Daisy and trudging down the hall towards the kitchen.

(Y/n) grabs an apple and a granola bar, sitting down on her favorite couch and resting her hand on her slightly rounded stomach. (Y/n) frowns slightly at a picture of her, Natasha, and Yelena together on the TV stand- she wished that it could be like that again.

(Y/n) takes a bite of her granola bar, and her sour mood leaves her, humming happily at the taste of the chocolate and peanut butter bar.

Natasha Melina Romanoff yawns as she pads into the living room. Studying her daughter, (Y/n) realizes how much her daughter looked like her aunt - her red hair starting to grow, leaving red roots and blue ends.

“Hi, baby,” (Y/n) greets her daughter, and Natasha smiles sleepily, stumbling over to the couch and lying down and resting her head in her mother’s lap.

“Mornin’,” Natasha murmurs, her eyes fluttering shut as (Y/n) runs her fingers through her hair.

“Still tired?” (Y/n) asks her daughter, who yawns in reply.

. . .

After the transition to SHIELD from the Red Room and HYDRA, (Y/n) had decided to move to Starling City for a fresh start - at about 19.

‘The island they found us on is called Lian Yu,’ (Y/n) reflects on the island. ‘It’s Mandarin for purgatory. We’d been stranded there for five years - me and Oliver Queen. I’d dreamed of my rescue every cold, bleak, black night since then. After five years, I’d only had two thoughts, to survive and escape from that hell.

Oliver had offered her and her girlfriend, Sara, on his yacht as a sort of vacation.

Sara cuddles up to (Y/n), her head resting on her chest.

(Y/n) smiles, her nose resting against Sara’s temple.

Rain batters the side of the yacht, and Sara’s arms tighten around (Y/n)’s waist.

“It’s okay,” (Y/n) murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Sara pulls away for a moment, studying (Y/n)’s face - the scar on her bottom lip, the scar above her left eye that cut her eyebrow, the long scar along the side of her face, and the scar along the bridge of her nose. She lifts a hand, running a finger down the scars, and (Y/n) shifts slightly.

“Is this okay?” Sara asks, though she’d done the same thing a few times before.

“I’m not ashamed,” (Y/n) replies, and Sara notes that it’s not exactly an answer to the question so she stops, snuggling closer to (Y/n). “Sara,” (Y/n) says after a moment.

“Yes?”

“I think I -” (Y/n) pauses. She wonders for a moment of the words she was about to use were as childish as the Red Room had taught her.

Suddenly, the boat shifts, and the mattress the two were laying on flips over, Sara landing on top of (Y/n), who was squished flat between the floor and her girlfriend (and the mattress).

(Y/n) strains, but shoves the mattress aside, and Sara rolls over to one side about three feet away from (Y/n), no longer pinned between her girlfriend and the mattress.

The window beside the two shatters from the force of the raging storm outside.

As if in slow motion, Sara reaches out a hand for (Y/n), her eyes wide with terror. (Y/n) also reaches out a hand.

Fingers brush.

And Sara is ripped through the broken window.

A scream tears through (Y/n)’s chest, and the door to the cabin bursts open.

Oliver stares between the shattered window - which was rapidly filling the room with water - and the heartbroken woman on the floor.

“We’ve got to go,” Oliver yells at his friend. He pulls (Y/n) up from the floor of the cabin - the water at about hip level now - and he drags her outside and to a lifeboat.

“Hey,” Daisy’s hand rests lightly on (Y/n)’s shoulder from behind the couch.

“What?” (Y/n) starts slightly, jostling Natasha’s head, which was still resting in her lap.

Natasha’s eyes flutter open, and her stomach rumbles. She looks up at her mother, and goes to say something, but stops at the haunted look in (Y/n)’s eyes.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Natasha murmurs, getting up and giving (Y/n) a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Daisy circles around the couch, sitting down beside her wife. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Just lost in memories,” (Y/n) replies, leaning into Daisy’s shoulder.

“Lian Yu?” Daisy wonders aloud, and (Y/n) nods.

“Stupid fucking island,” (Y/n) mutters.

“Have you talked to Sara or Oliver recently?” Daisy asks - she knew about (Y/n) and Sara’s previous relationship, but it had been almost seventeen years since that relationship had ended.

(Y/n) shakes her head in reply, resting her hands on her four month pregnant belly.

“We should name the baby after them,” Daisy says thoughtfully, and (Y/n) looks over at her wife. “Oliver Phillip Johnson if it’s a boy or Sara Thea Johnson if it’s a girl.”

“You’ve clearly been thinking about this,” (Y/n) says.

Daisy nods, “It’s a big decision.”

(Y/n) considers the names. “I do like that,” she murmurs; Daisy grins in reply.

“I'm glad!” she chirps.

. . .

Daisy leaves (Y/n) alone to make the girls a snack and she starts when she hears a knock on the door. Daisy heads towards the door, unknowingly dusting her hands off on her pants.

Daisy opens the door, and blinks in surprise at the crowd of people framed in the door - a woman, maybe five foot nine, with blue eyes and blond hair; a man with a buzz cut blond hair and blue eyes; and another blonde haired, blue eyed woman; and a shorter woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

“Dais?” (Y/n) makes her way sleepily towards the door, wriggling into a sweatshirt. (Y/n) falters a few feet from the door, her eyes wide with shock. “Ollie? Sara? Felicity? Thea?” (Y/n) stares at her friends for a moment.

“Why don’t y’all come in?” Daisy asks, opening the door further to allow the four figures to step inside.

Felicity excitedly embraces (Y/n), who smiles brightly, returning her friend’s hug.

“How are you?” Felicity asks, casting her gaze across the living room.

“I’m really good,” (Y/n) replies; and then she flushes embarrassedly at the messy state of the living room. “Sorry about the mess -”

Skye, (Y/n) and Daisy’s oldest daughter - 11, emerges from her bedroom, blinking in surprise at the four extra people in the house.

“This is Skye,” (Y/n) introduces her daughter to Team Arrow. “And this is Felicity, Thea, Oliver, and Sara.”

Skye waves shyly, and Sara smiles at the girl.

. . .

Daisy offers to make dinner, leaving (Y/n) and her friends to talk.

“What’s up?” (Y/n) asks, settling down on the couch, her late sister’s cat Liho, resting in her lap.

“What?” Thea questions.

“I haven’t seen any of you in years,” (Y/n) replies, stroking the cat’s fur. “There must be something going on if all four of you are here now.”

Oliver and Sara exchange a glance.

“The world or rather -”

Another knock on the door makes Oliver stop talking; (Y/n) sighs, getting up from the couch.

(Y/n) opens the door, and a figure falls into (Y/n)’s arms, sobbing heavily.

The others watch as (Y/n) soothes the blonde haired woman, a dark haired girl standing in the doorway of the house.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/n) asks her sister’s girlfriend.

Kate goes to reply but Yelena interrupts her. “I miss Nat,” the blonde wails.

“What happened to Natasha?” Sara asks, and the other members of Team Arrow murmur questioningly.

Yelena pulls away, looking at the other people in the room, and (Y/n) brushes away the tears sliding down her sister’s face. “I’m sorry,” Yelena mutters. “I didn’t realize you had company.”

“You never have to apologize,” (Y/n) tells her sister gently. “And I miss her too.” (Y/n) turns back to her friends. “Natasha died. A little over a year ago.”

The looks of shock on the faces of Team Arrow tell (Y/n) enough - people knew about the deaths of Tony and Steve, but the world would never seem to care about her late sister and the influence she’d had on the lives of so many people.

(Y/n) turns to Kate, who is leaning against the closed door, “Why don’t you take Yel up to the guest room? I’ll come to check on you later, okay?”

Kate’s lip quivers, and she nods, blinking back her tears, sad that her girlfriend was so torn up.

Before Kate and Yelena can leave, (Y/n) embraces the dark haired girl and presses a sisterly kiss to her forehead.

Daisy emerges from the hallway the girls’ rooms were down, and, seeing Team Arrow watching (Y/n) worriedly, the brunette crosses the room in a few strides.

“Kate and Yelena are heading up to the guest room,” (Y/n) murmurs. “She misses Nat.” Daisy swallows thickly, but before Daisy can reply, (Y/n) straightens herself. “It’s fine,” she says, in a sort of voice telling Daisy that nothing was fine.

(Y/n) and Daisy stand still for moment, conversing in quiet tones that the Team Arrow members couldn’t hear, and then, the two walk back over to the living space.

(Y/n) and Daisy take up positions on a couch across from the one Sara and Felicity were sharing.

“So, what’s going on?” (Y/n) asks.

“He’s called the Anti-Monitor,” Oliver begins and just the name has goosebumps rise on (Y/n)’s arms. “And he’s going to try and destroy all the worlds.”

“All of the worlds,” Daisy leans forward slightly. “The way you’re phrasing that suggests that the multiverse theory is correct.”

There is another knock on the front door and Daisy gets to her feet, walking over to answer it.

“Uh, hi,” Daisy greets the newcomers - a dark haired man with hazel eyes, a woman with wavy long brown hair and brown eyes, and a man with long dark black hair and brown eyes.

“Barry, you’re late again,” Oliver comments from the couch, and the hazel eyed man grins sheepishly. “This is Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, and Caitlyn Snow. They’re kind of our multiversal experts.”

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I was in a writing mood today so I started this mess lol the opening from the 'da capo zentradi au' that needs a new name 😂 I didn't edit much so good luck LOL

Some background:

Two species of humanoid now inhabit the same planet. One from another dead planet and seeking refuge and a new place to live (the humans). This was met with hostility from the original habitants (the larger one). A war broke out for 10 years, for the humans to come on top in the end. The larger species are now used as a sort of work horse in most cases. Some manual labor, others protecting the area and hunting, etc. there are still Nobels and high ups in politics but the less well-off tend to be put to difficult work and conditions. Even though the humans have the tech to make it easier, just don’t want to waste resources. It’s a political way to keep them down, busy and obedient basically. 🙃

Norton, of course, works in the mines.

——

He awoke in a jolt as lights flashed on with what seemed like the blinding power of the sun. In an attempt to shield his eyes, he found that his wrists are bound behind him in the chair he is…tied to? Norton’s senses aren’t returning fast enough to get a decent grasp on what is happening here. Then a muffled sound hits his ears and his left one flicks in intrigue, trying to make out what it is…a voice? Maybe this voice has answers…

“…what’s going on? Where am I?”

A muffled response, he assumes that is what it is. The timing checked out for it to have been someone responding to him. He groans, irritated that his ears can’t make out what’s being said. Bobbing his head down and lightly shaking it, maybe this useless motion will bring back his senses.

The sound of fingers snapping brings him to attention, this being the first thing of clarity. Blinking his eyes, he is finally able to see a blurred individual come into clear view. Norton squints, “who are you…where am I? Why am I bound?”

“It’s me who should be asking questions Mr. Campbell…”

Norton arches a brow; he is only ever referred to this way when he’s in trouble. He looks around the clearing room, finding it blindingly white, every corner of it, with blaring lights above. There’s a window where he can only see himself but feels peering eyes watching him from the other side, then the sound waves from the wretched machine that dampens his enhanced hearing. Norton grits his teeth, the situation becoming more unideal the clearer the picture gets.

The only other individual in the room is seated across the table, studying Norton, patiently waiting for his ‘guest’ to get his bearings. “Judging by your jaw clenching, you’ve realized where you are…”

“Your kind had no right to do this. Take me….forcing me here…”

The individual shakes his head, “don’t be angry with me, I am the one trying to help you.”

Norton scoffs, “help me? Why would a human possibly help me?”

The man in white smiles, “well, I’m not fully human you see.” -he points at the slight point his ears come to-

“Is that supposed to comfort me? Finding out you’re half of two worlds? You’re associated with the people who took me, forced my body into this weak size, and hold me captive!” Norton yanks at his bindings in frustration. In this situation he should be doing all he can to keep his emotions in check, but the constant bombardment of: blinding light, deafening sound waves, and tight painful bindings on his body that was forced to biologically mutate in those stupid machines created to help his kind integrate with humans (make them human sized, the same process can return them to normal), if wished….All of this clashing together to make self-control difficult…purposely so….

The man in white remains silent as he carefully unfolds a loaf of freshly made bread and uncapping a jar of milk. This action alone bringing silence and potential obedience back into the room.

“Mr, Campbell…you can have this and your freedom if you answer some questions for me.”

Norton’s ears flick in curiosity, the scent of the fresh bread calming him, “about what?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten? Maybe you hit your head harder than originally thought…” the words trail off as he adjusts his monocle.

Norton tilts his head, then looks down at the human clothes he is wearing, he grimaces, well now he can’t check to see the state his work clothes were in, could have been a clue, and tries to wrack his brain for any memory of what happened before this. He catches a glimpse of the man across from him and is confused by the expression. This expression of joy?

“This memory loss can work in our favor.”

“Our—?”

“Yes~ Here” he scoots the bread and milk over to Norton’s side and snaps his fingers. Two guards enter and undo the bindings and take their new posts on either side of the suspect.

Norton watches this situation play out with palpable confusion, then lightly flinches as a hand is suddenly extended towards him for a shake.

“Call me, Orpheus. Shake my hand if you agree with this simple term, ‘I help you, you help me’ how does that sound?”

“What would you helping me entail?”

“? That memory loss is doing a number on you~” Orpheus smiles, “I’m getting you out of here and back home”

“Wh—“

“Just shake my hand so we can get on with it”

This has something suspicious written all over it, but honestly, he would do anything to never be in this situation again and this guy seems like someone who could ensure that. “Fine.” and takes his hand in a firm shake.

———

5 years later

Norton is in his small living quarters. Exhaustion dripping from him as he sits in silence after a long day. It’s frustrating how the humans call him and his colleagues in for every little thing. You’d think the species would be more capable since they are the ones who won the war all those years back. He takes a towel and wipes the coal from his face as best he can without water, not having much energy to care about fully cleaning up at the moment.

A chime plays, signifying someone is outside. Dumbfounded, Norton gets up and walks over to press the button to open the sliding metal door, but…no one is there. Looking from side to side he suddenly hears a voice clearing itself from below. His eyes shoot downward and spot the man from 5 years ago.

“You..?”

“My, my, forgotten my name have we. We really should have gotten that head of yours checked more thoroughly.” Orpheus just walks under Norton’s legs and enters the living quarters.

“Sure…just come in then…” slightly annoyed, Norton closes the door and turns to face him.

“Do you at least remember the deal we made?” His voice nonchalant as he cleans his monocle.

“Yes, I recall, Orpheus…”

He smiles, pleased and looks all the way up at his friend returned to his proper height. “Fantastic, how do you feel about getting rid of someone for me?”

Norton’s brows furrow, “‘get rid of’?”

“Yes, I need you to kill someone.”

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thatlittleegyptologist · 2 years

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I've found several mentions that hieroglyphic signs had "standard" colors that were used in more elaborate inscriptions, which meant that e.g. the ꜣ-bird and the tjw-bird could be distinguished by color as well as shape. But I haven't been able to find a good reference on this. Was there really a standard for these things, or was it just up to the whims of whoever was making the inscription and what they thought would look best?

Yes, they did have colours. The two birds you mention should be easily distinguishable without colours, it's usually the shape of their tails that tells them apart. Anyway, Hieroglyphs, when painted, in most instances will be black on white/another background colour (cheapest and easiest). The only time I've ever seen them in colour is on royal monuments, tombs of nobles, or in temples (maybe a few OK stele when painting was more popular?) and this may be key to understanding what's going on.

From looking about myself, and asking a couple of the others, an Egyptologist named Wolfgand Schenkel has written on colour theory in both 1963 and 2016. I'm reading an article by David Warburton from 2008 (The Theoretical Implications of Egyptian Colour Vocabulary for Anthropological and Cognitive Theory), which you can find free on researchgate, that says the Egyptians used 4 colours: black, white, red-yellow-brown, and blue-green (so labelled because the Egyptians did not make distinctions between certain colours), though Schenkel's 2007 update made further distinctions between the red-yellow and the blue-green arguing that they were separate colours for the Egyptians.

Anyway, green/blue is used for living things like plants, red/brown/yellow for people and birds, black for detail, and white for the background/detail. I'm not sure this was a hard and fast rule, but certainly in general this is how things look. If we take a look at this section from Seti's tomb:

You can see the birds and animals are in yellow and green but outlined in red, plant life/natural fibres (like the basket) are also in green, the bread loaf...is green (sometimes they're blue idk why this is), and there are some parts of the human body on here that are in the red/brown. Other signs are red/brown, but I can't really give an explanation for that since this isn't my area.

This image from the tomb of Queen Nefertari also follows the same colour combinations for signs:

[id in alt of both pictures]

You can see the signs around her are blue/green for natural things or things made out of natural fibres, red for the sun/human parts/land, yellow for animals etc etc.

Now both of these are New Kingdom examples, and to see if this is the same across several time periods (which I suspect it is) is more than I'm willing to do for a simple Tumblr ask, but I hope I've at least answered your question. @ikchen, who has done work on this sort of thing, will likely be along soon with a much better explanation for why these colours exist in the ways they do.

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This summer I was fortunate enough to find a wild yeast bloom on one of my chokecherry trees. I harvested & dried those chokecherries, then soaked them in water til they fermented. Then I used that levain to jumpstart a buckwheat/sweet white rice flour gf sourdough starter. (The picture is literally day one, now it’s so bubbly it looks like hot air)

((If you don’t know what hot air candy is, oh my god run don’t walk to your nearest fancy candy store and try some NOW))

But the thing is? Right after I got this starter established, I needed to go overseas for 2 weeks and Mr61below already had far too much on his plate, so I put it in the fridge so he’d only need to feed it once. But the cold really did a number on it, and it took me two whole weeks to get it bubbly again. I was legit concerned I’d gone and fully killed it. But, now it’s happily churning away again, and this is my second loaf made with this baby.

#meanwhile in minnesota #adventures in baking #sourdough #cw food #food sensitivities #due to Mr61below’s health issues we haven’t had yeasted bread in like… 8 years now? he’s got BAD food sensitivities #but my logic was ‘this is wild yeast in our yard literally it’s already here so it’s likely he’s already been exposed to it enough that #he’ll be okay with it! and IT WORKED #meanwhile I’m happy af to be able to work this bushcraft #I also threw in a few of the buckwheat groats I was actually able to glean but for fuckin real FUCK bakers creek their seeds are garbage #’ooh look we’ve got a pretty pink buckwheat! … wait you want to actually h a r v e s t? uh that’s .. uh but look! FLOWERS!

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lutawolf · 2 years

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VegasPete from my Perspective Re-Cap

Warning:: You probably won't like what I have to say and I know several of you won't agree. Don't say you weren't warned.

To understand my perspective, we have to start a lot sooner than most think VegasPete started. I have made more than one post indicating that I felt that Pete had a minor crush on Vegas. That Vegas recognized it and teased Pete about it. You can read those opinions here under the VegasPete section. Episode 11 had me back stepping though. I'm not off course on Pete but I was off course on the depth of feelings that Vegas had for Pete. I'm sure that shocks you. I think everyone expects Vegas to fall hard but in my opinion, he started the fall sooner than Pete being captured. Why Luta!? Well, let me explain.

Now, I don't think either ever planned for them to come together. I think both expected to feel what they felt and never two shall meet, other than the bit of teasing/flirting Vegas does as pictured above. I believe that Vegas took note of Pete, when Pete stood up to Khun and wouldn’t tie up Macau. The only person that Vegas cares about and would willingly put before himself is his brother. So I do think this meant something to him. That’s also why he and his brother were more amused by Pete following them than upset.

Now somewhere between that time and the first dungeon torture scene in episode 7, Vegas became more than interested in Pete. This is speculation of course, you turn the painting a certain way and somebody will see something different, but I have a story going in my head and I don't see proof against it yet. Episode 7 in my opinion brought a lot of Vegas and Pete moments. Vegas recognizing Pete for the freak he is in that dungeon and offering Pete food on more than one occasion. As well as Pete paying respect to Vegas' mother. That's when Vegas really started showing his true face to Pete, no one else, just Pete. In the warehouse when they are in the thick of danger, Vegas checks on Pete. There were a lot of little things that people would call bread crumbs but for me, once put together, added up to a damn loaf. Yet at this point, I still didn't understand the depth of Vegas' feelings. I would have said that Pete felt more. That's what makes this pair so interesting, they are hard to read.

The story further continues in episode 9. Let me say that I truly believe that Pete has feelings for Vegas but is conflicted about those feelings. I'm basing this on previous actions and from the words he spoke in Korean while drunk, that he feels loyalty to Kinn and the family. Then he speaks of being separated from his love. Well who could Pete's love be? Was he just talking gibberish?

When Pete is sent to spy on Vegas once again. He tries to get out of it because he knows he is bad at it. He also knows he has conflicting feelings. Yet he tries to do his job and is caught. Once again Vegas’ full attention is on Pete, with the help of his brother they guide him into the temple. I want to point out that in all the interactions with Pete that Vegas has, he shows a large amount of humor and patience. We honestly don't see Vegas get angry at Pete until much later, never mind that Pete has been caught in situations where it would make sense for Vegas to be angry. We know that Vegas has a temper so why isn't he getting mad?

If you aren't familiar with a sadist, you would miss the whole by play of flirting that Vegas is doing. It looks like Vegas is just attempting to make Pete uncomfortable but it’s so much more. In true sadist style, Vegas flirts. He also reveals a lot. Which, I respect if others don't see what I do. Vegas is a master manipulator so he's hard to read but that temple scene was not just a simple by pass.

When it’s time to make merit, Vegas takes this very seriously, Vegas moves to proper sitting position. Pete offers to go get a different jug of water for Vegas. Vegas responds with sincerity looking Pete in the eyes. “We make merit together. So in the next life we will get to see each other again” Vegas is not playing, that statement was truth. I don't think a lot of people understood the how significant merit taking together is. Giving merit is fundamental to a lot of belief systems but essential in Buddhist ethics. It is a beneficial and protective energy, which accumulates as a result of good deeds, acts, or thoughts. Further more these merits brings good and wanted results, determines the quality of the next life. It contributes to a person's growth towards enlightenment. There is more but that's the basics. So, you see how important merit is and doing merit together is for families and couples. It's to bring them closer together and insure a place together in the next life. It's essentially putting your hand out, taking the other person's hand and saying "always and forever" While it's not a wedding vow, it's still a promise.

Now the moment that gave me pause was the above seen. Vegas always talks so respectfully to everyone, that's part of his mask but not Tawan. Tawan he literally talked to like he was irrelevant but then gave him a Dom apology before "killing" him. He looked him right in the eyes as he did it too. It made me realize two things, Vegas does prescribe to the D/s element and he isn't easy to read at all.

Then Vegas turns to shoot Porsche. He aims for the head here instead of the chest. Now we know we have to look deeper with Vegas so why would he aim for a head shot. To make sure Porsche doesn't suffer, just as he asked of Porsche himself. Now it's very important to note these two moments between Vegas, Tawan, and Porsche because it's going to be pretty important when discussing how he treats Pete.

Now we see an angry Vegas. It was also at this point that I realized how much Vegas cares for Pete. Don't get it twisted, I'm not saying him torturing Pete is okay. It's just my opinion that there is more depth there. Vegas is a Sadist without a doubt but as I pointed out all throughout episode seven, his excitement isn't usually amped like this. It shows differently. This, has everything to do with it being Pete and there are multiple layers to that.

A) Vegas is pissed, because he cares for Pete. Here is the guy he has shown his true self to, who paid respects to his mom, who he wants to spend his next life with, betraying him. Pete proved he is loyal to the main family and it pisses Vegas off. Do you know the strength and endurance it takes to torture someone?? I do. It’s a lot. You don’t get this level of angry intensity unless you are invested.

B) Vegas knows too much about Pete. A normal person can not take that level of pain but Vegas knew Pete could. This is someone he can get down and dirty with and he does. I'm not saying this is okay people. Just because Pete likes pain doesn't make this consensual. However, in my opinion, it was clear that Pete liked the pain and Vegas liked that.

That's all for Part 1. This is dedicated to several people @kinnswife @ellaspore @diazaid85 and of course coconuts mafia. I understand that this isn't going to fit with everyone and that's okay. I respect if you don't see what I see. If you want to discuss it, that's fine but don't come at me. Part 2 will cover Episode 11 part 1.

#kinnporsche luta question and answer #kinnporsche luta #vegaspete luta #kinnporsche vegas #vegaspete #luta opinions #luta #luta talks vegaspete

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I would love to hear about your cat also if you ever would like to talk about them!!!

Yesss!! I have two cat brothers. They turn five next Saturday and they are the best creatures in the world.

I have a lot to say about them and a lot of pictures to show so I'll have to split this post in two I think 😅 First up is Picolas!! (given name: Pixel)

Picolas is some kind of strange mixed breed between cat, rabbit, dragon, dog and loaf. This guy starts purring if you so much as glance at him. He loves cuddles and will accept basically any treatment as part of cuddling, whether it be to lift him up, roll him around, paddle his paws in the air or whatever. He usually sleeps under my duvet, right next to me (sometimes while hugging me with his legs) and he'll also come lie under the blanket with me in the sofa. He likes to keep a paw on me so he knows I'm there. He will almost always be near me or with me, whatever I'm doing. I'm never lonely around him. 💕 (In fact he is with me right now while I'm typing this on my phone.)

Both my cats talk a lot and Picolas likes in particular to say "gurr-kah" and "prr-mao". He also very politely respons when I talk to him so sometimes we have long, full conversations. Whenever I walk past him he'll meet my gaze and incline his head while making a cool, almost creaking sound, like he's saying "yo" in greeting (while giving me the expression in the first pic below. Really cool I know). Some of his fave places to be include the shower (not while it's on), the balcony, on the bed when it's been made and on top of tall/high things.

He loves food. Like, he lives for that shit. But because he has a weak lil body with kidney issues we have to give him a special diet and he can only handle the wet food. Like, he loves to eat dry food (in fact he'll often try to sneak some from his brother) but if he gets too much he'll start throwing up. No veterinarian knows why. It's literally so weird. He ruins us economically with his special as heck dry food. But yeah anyway he loves food, all kinds, even if it's bad for him so we have to keep the kitchen pristine and free from crumbs and stuff because he'll absolutely drag his tongue over every singly surface to check if there's something to slurp up. (Thanks to him our kitchen is always clean. So.)

ALSO HE IS SO SMART. We literally have to come up with new ways to stop him from doing crazy shit all the time and it's like a game of spy vs spy. For example he learned how to open the fridge by standing on his back legs and sticking his paws in the little space beneath the handle, so we had to tape little plastic ledges to that space as well as the space right by the floor. It took weeks before we figured out a solution that would work though, he managed to bypass at least five other measures before that one.

He has little vampire teeth and loves to chew cables. So we've had to come up with ways to stop him from doing that as well, including various cat-repelling substances and physical obstruction like pillows... He's just so determined to get through them it's almost not funny. He thinks it's his god damned right to get into the fridge and other places he shouldn't be. (The fridge in particular is interesting because there is butter in there. And if there is anything in this world that Picolas loves it is butter, even though we have NEVER given it to him willingly. He'll come galloping the second we open the lid of the butter case.)

Aaaand he likes to chew my hair so I have to be very careful when nuzzling him so he doesn't take a huge chomp. He loves to wake me up by curling himself around my head on the pillow and chewing on my hair. That gets me up pretty fast tbh. He also has a strange tendency to cuddle with and bite my feet whenever I get back from a longer trip. It seems to be his fave way to show that he has missed me.

Next up: Grickwald!! 🥰

#Picolas #Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to gush about my cats 💕#Tumblr only allows 10 images so I'll add Grickwald in a reblog

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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what about nat and bucky teaming up to make steve massive? maybe it starts as a sort of friendly competition between the two of them or something or maybe nat gets sneaky and starts trying to secretly "help" bucky and steve's obvious infatuation with steve's growing waistline along but accidentally gets hooked on the idea of steve becoming a blob herself, either way, two devoted feeders are better than one

*heavy breathing* This this this this this this

This hits fucking hard, like- 😳😳🥵

Two feeders are better than one. Yes.

I love the idea of Bucky and Nat both feeding Steve. And the first thing that came to my mind with this was the idea of a hugely bloated Steve sitting on the couch between both of them, each of Steve's feeders with a fork in their hands, a piece of one of the two cakes on each fork respectively, trying to get him to just have just one more piece, c’mon, you can do it, Steve, you can fit it in there.

And poor Steve is huge. He’s never been more round in his life. His gut is so round, so stretched out, that it looks fake. He’s a globe. The thing is practically pinned onto his front like an oversized beach ball. And he’s desperately, drunkenly rubbing the dome of his stomach, whining between hard panting breaths. Natasha and Bucky are leaning in tight to either side of him. Steve can’t breathe between the rich, moist cake and both of their lithe weights resting against him. “‘Tasha,” he moans, then he burps through the end of his pleasured, agonized sound, “Buck,” he sounds like he might cry as he pleads, “I can’t take anymore. Please, ‘m so f- uuurp,” he burps around a moan, “f-full.”

Like… dear, god.

Warning for unbeta'd stevebuckynat belly kink with weight gain, funnel feeding, stuffing, slight slight humiliation/fat-shaming, mirror-sex, etc.

Now, this has me on a path of Steve being in a polycule with Natasha and Bucky. And in this AU both Natasha and Bucky are bakers. The bakers meet because they were competing against each other in the same part of the city with their own independent bakeries before they joined forces and made the, hands-down, best bakery in the whole fucking city, becoming business partners and swallowing the other independently owned bakeries one by one. Bucky and Natasha, business partners and bakers, weren’t dating when Steve came into the picture… they were together as only business partners by extreme sexual tension (if you can believe a word of what Sam says 😂). But Steve was the metaphorical knife to cut that tension in two.

Steve is an artist but was working part-time to pay the bills at the time that he met them.

He worked mornings, so at first, as a treat to himself for getting up and actually going to a job he hated but needed to keep the lights on and food on the table, he would stop by their storefront and get something sweet. A pastry or two. Some cookies. A slice (or whole loaf) of sweet bread. A large brownie square, maybe more. Whatever. Then… eventually, Steve just got hooked. Both hooked on the sugar and the flirty two owners that never back down from making him blush, really making him feel like their most valued customer. So, more often than not, he began coming in for breakfast and lunch. Lunch when he was on his way home from that stupid, dreadful office job. And the more Bucky and Natasha saw him, the more they saw of him...

Steve began to grow out of his business attire. His dress shirts first just became more filled out; maybe a trick of the light, maybe he got a new washer or dryer and shrunk some of his shirts? Then there wasn't any way you could dispute that he'd put on some weight as those shirts began to pull across his shoulders even more than they did already, shoulders impressively broad, and then the buttons… the buttons began to strain, gapping and showing off his undershirts. And sooner than later, the buttons on those shirts started coming undone by the time Steve reached their bakery. Before he had to be "professional" and after the professional part of the day was done… the ends of his shirts fluttering around his undershirts which were now exposed to the world, showing off his growing gut, becoming thinner and thinner by the day until the shadow of Steve’s belly button was always visible.

Steve was an ever growing boy.

By the time Steve’s belt was on the last notch and his undershirts were rolling up on his wonderfully fat love handles to also show off a slice of delightfully pudgy and pale under-belly, Bucky had started making moves. Natasha started making moves at the same time. They bickered in the back (when their employees were otherwise busy) about who would get to serve him that day? Who got breakfast and who got lunch? Sometimes who got to do both. And even sometimes bickering who got the privilege of obviously flirting with the swelling, increasing blond.

It didn't take long - after Steve realized this was in fact real life and not a very very good fever dream - for Steve to ask Bucky if he kissed him, on their first date, if he’d still get a chance to kiss Natasha. Bucky had sputtered in surprise, unable to answer in his shock, expecting his shared romantic prospect to just choose between himself or Natasha. Not himself and Natasha. Steve then had to sheepishly explain that he thought they were an item that was trying to court him. Courting him together. Steve wanted both of them.

Steve wants both of them.

Bucky and Natasha had then had to discuss that in length. And, what the hell, they decided to go for it. All three of them. Together.

So, the vaguely aggressive flirt-fighting over Steve stopped. Normal flirting started. Or… somewhat normal flirting/courting. But what didn’t stop was the baked goods because both Natsha and Bucky insisted that Steve needn’t pay and let him have his meals on the house. Every. Day. They also brought food to any and all hangouts and dates they had with Steve. And, as is predictable, Steve started growing faster.

Expanding.

Steve started growing even faster than fast later when he moved in with Bucky and Natasha. Well, he moved in with Natasha and then Bucky followed Steve not even a week later.

Now, there’s never not a time when someone is in the kitchen, preparing something for Steve. Sometimes it’s normal meals, sometimes it’s special, experimental items that Steve gets to try- one or both of his partners asking if he likes it and if he thinks it’d be good on their bakery’s menu. And with three roommates all pitching in equally for bills and groceries… Steve doesn’t need that second job. Plus, his art is taking off enough that he was planning on getting out of that job soon anyway, so they’ve got more than enough money when it’s pooled together.

Things are good.

Things a great.

Steve stays in his home art studio and doesn’t walk as much as he did when he had an on-foot, daily commute. Although, sometimes he does come down to the bakery for a meal but it’s not needed- they have plenty of food at home. Always something sweet to appeal to his sweet tooth. Always something savory and meat-y to keep up his protein 😉 Always something snack-ish and light to make sure he can eat and stuff his face without thinking about it. It’s only if he’s missing his partners or needs a breath of fresh air that Steve leaves for breakfast or lunch. So, without that little bit of exercise he used to get, he grows quicker. Again. Blowing up even faster.

By this point, living with his feeders, indulging himself and them, every time Steve meets someone he hasn't seen in a while they do a second, tripple, and sometimes even a third take. Is that fat guy really Steve? Steve Rogers? Damn. He's gone to seed, hasn't he? He's undeniably fat. Huge all over. Especially huge in the middle. Never not bloated. Swollen.

And Steve loves it. He loves his partners and he loves living like this. Always half horny and ready to go because he's always at least full. If not fully stuffed, packed, and incapacitated by his most recent gluttonous meal...

Tasha often makes Steve stand in front of the closet door mirror - long enough to show Steve his whole changed body and wide enough to show all three of them together even if they aren't squished - in their bedroom and pinches and grabs and jiggles his fat, letting him feel the waves go through him, no matter how full his belly is packed. He's fat. Tasha's voice is in his ear like that, on her tiptoes over his shoulder, pointing out where exactly all those extra calories are with lacquered fingernails. Talking down to him in a way that makes Steve shudder uncontrollably. Our fat pet… good boy… growing so nice for us. All big and strong. Porking up just like a good pet should.

Meanwhile, Bucky usually jerks him off nice and slow as she talks and touches him elsewhere. Touching his fat. Bucky drags out his pleasure until Steve thinks he’s gonna die and they’re both holding him up, his knees long since buckled. His fat face flushed pink. Sweat rolling down his swollen curves. His head spinning, empty other than the echoes of Natasha's incredible dirty talk. It’s a good thing he’s got two partners to keep him upright. He’s too fat for just one person to hold up. Too heavy.

Or, sometimes when Natasha talks to him like that, in front of the mirror, challenging him to look at his expanding body and see how fat he is as her mouth runs, Bucky feeds him. Tasha tells him where those calories are going. Straight to his belly? Or maybe to his thighs? Maybe his big, wobbly, fat ass? They'll just have to wait and see but… they can speed it up too, so, go on, James, feed him more.

Sometimes Tasha feeds him too (they do switch things around) messy and glorious, pushing pieces of brownie or chunks of cake between his gaped, hungry lips with those painted fingernails, while Bucky fucks him from behind, calloused hands biting into his soft, plush hips, groaning and swearing at the way his ass jiggles and his gut hangs. Steve feels the heavy, hairy bulk of Bucky on top of him. And he feels Tasha's smooth skin against him when she finally runs out of food and curls up against his fucked-out side, caressing his bulging, hanging tummy. Cooing at him. It's intoxicating. The contrast between them. All brought together by Steve's unending gluttony. His hunger is rarely able to be sated, so it's a good thing he has two enablers.

Sometimes Tasha fucks him with her strap, Steve pinned flat on his back, barely able to breathe under his own weight while Bucky pours a milkshake down Steve’s throat. Steve's hands are either tied back, out of the way and completely at their mercy, or he's on orders to keep his hands on his own gut. Take in every gulp. Every inch he bloats out. Farther and farther. Fatter and fatter. Steve moans desperately and swallows the shake eagerly. He's so full. So full of food and now milkshakes. So full of Tasha's cock and- and so fucking full when Bucky, after the shake is all down his throat and into his belly, makes Steve blow him. Bucky makes Steve blow him and swallow his come. Just to give him a little bit more. Getting him just a little bit fuller. His come won't make Steve fatter, but it will make Steve moan hotly. He loves it.

Sometimes they both feed him at once: …hugely bloated Steve sitting on the couch between both of them, each of his feeders with a fork in their hands, a piece of one of the two cakes on each fork respectively, trying to get him to just have one more piece. Poor Steve is huge. He’s never been more round. His gut is so round, so stretched out, that it looks fake. He’s a globe. And he’s desperately, drunkenly rubbing the dome of his stomach, whining and panting hard. Natasha and Bucky are leaned in tight to either side of him. Steve can’t breathe. “‘Tasha,” he moans, then he burps through the end of his pleasured, agonized sound, “Buck,” he sounds like he might cry, “I can’t take anymore. Please, ‘m so f- uuurp,” he burps around a moan, “f-full.”

Whatever they do… Natasha and Bucky always make sure they end up with a Steve that is so fat and full that he's useless for anything but moaning, whining, and burping as they rub his massive gut. Such a fat, good pet. Taking everything they want him to. Getting full like they want him. Fat and full, about to be even fatter. 🥵🥴

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Happy Valentine's day! Today was a pretty good day overall. I am very much looking forward to sleep. But I had a good day and I feel pretty happy.

I actually went to work today. Which was only mildly difficult. I slept alright last night. My cough was still bad but not as constant. It could come back with force later in the day but for the majority of today I was mostly okay.

I got washed and dressed and tried my best to feel normal. James had packed me a nice little breakfast and some soup for lunch. They leave out the back door and I leave out the front so we said goodbye and headed to work.

I had a nice drive in. I was surprised that there was snow on the ground at camp. But later Heather would show me pictures of her yard and it literally looked like a blizzard it was crazy. It was cold out though and I was happy to be in the office.

I had to print my valentine for James. And I would spend some time working on stuff for workshops. Print outs and such. The day was dragging though and everything I had planned to do I was basically done by 930. Ugh.

Today wasn't all boring though. Eventually I was able to get Alexi and Heather to give me some work. Mostly by volunteering to do things that they were giving me parts of. Like they would ask me to do a part of something and I was like. What if I did more of it? And that filled a lot of time for me which made me feel better.

I did have some bored moments though. So I spent a lot of time on Etsy looking at charms. I am just window shopping. I really don't want to buy anything. But it's still fun to see what's out there in the world.

I would go for a few walks up to the art building. I needed to get my felt I had stored up there and I wanted to borrow the scissors as well. I would get really really cold walking up there and my hands hurt! I was very surprised. But when I got back to the office I warned ho with my soup and watched a video and things were fine.

The afternoon I had some stuff to work on for the CIT program. And some other scheduling stuff. This felt really productive and good. I also attempted to learn origami but I continue to be terrible at it.

Celia came in to feed the animals and it was really nice to see her. She's coming over to make arrangements on Friday. But for now she told me about a possible job she was offered and I really hope she takes it. It's with the parks service and even if it's a 10 month contract it would be so good on her resume.

Alexi brought a pelt from her dad's closet that was going to get thrown out and gave it to me to possibly use for materials. I might see if James wants it as a rug in their room first because it doesn't have much wrong with it. But it's a very cool piece of leather regardless.

I would get lots of compliments on my overalls today. Alexi's mom came in even and thought they were amazing. Made me feel really good. I love these overalls, and only wearing them this time of the year keeps them special.

For the last half hour of the day I mostly just played on my phone. But as soon as I couldn't do that anymore I said goodbye to everyone. And headed to the grocery store.

I wanted to get James a plant for Valentine's Day. I ended up getting two. It was funny seeing all the country guys, of all ages, buying roses and cards. And then me in line with them. Just felt silly. Cute.

I walked in the door moments before James did. I was excited to give them the flowers but we decided to wait for our little dinner to actually exchange things.

James would take the car and went to pick up our half baked pizza. Matthews does a half cooked pie that you finish at home. Which is such a good idea. While James was gone getting that I set up our TV tables with a table cloth and the flowers I got. James also got me flowers and a cube shaped balloon!! We also had candles. I tried to make it all really nice.

James got back and put the pizza in the oven. I also got to try the bread they made than morning and it is such an excellent loaf. Turns out it may have been our oven not being the right temperature the whole time because this was a very good loaf of bread.

I did some moving around of things in the studio while we waited for dinner. And then it was time to eat!

Our pizza was really good. And we talked about our days and then after food we exchanged cards. We had a huge laugh when James almost drew me the same card I drew them and we almost got each other a very similar thing. I had also pointed out earlier that they had very pretty earrings on, and it turns out they had bought them for themselves to get a ring for me (the sale price was based on an order minimum). And the ring they got me is beautiful. I love it so much. It has such a nice weight to it, the engraving goes all the way around the band. It's perfect. They also got me a different cherub hair clip. So now I have two of those! I got James a baby lobster that will be released from a hatchery in the UK, and a penguin (it's a bracelet where you can track a rela penguin). We also wrote each other cards and it was just really special. I love my husband so much.

James also worked really hard to make me chocolate covered pretzels. Which was so kind. And obviously a lot of work! I will have those tomorrow at work. I'm very excited about them.

I started coughing again really badly after dinner. I thought maybe taking a bath would help. James would end up sitting in the bathroom with me while I tried to take a marginally comfortable bath with kettle water. I was hacking and gagging a ton but James kept telling me how beautiful I was still. They are very kind. I am very uncomfortable.

Honestly since then my throat has felt very swollen again. But I'm trying to be gentle with it. We have been watching funny videos since then and just being together and with sweetp and it's been so nice. I feel so much love. I feel so lucky.

I hope we can sleep easy tonight. I hope you are all safe and happy. I love you all. Goodnight!

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