#mmmm i want more pasta

[glitchdoesart]

Here's some art (I used bases for these credits to melonsoup on tik tok!)

ENJOY

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[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1171

Warnings A little bit fluffy, but nothing too scary here. We're warming up now though!

CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 3. 

“That guy?” Jess shrieked, “You had to interview him?”  

“It wasn’t an interview, I had to get a statement.” You said as you craned your neck to look at her phone screen.  

“Y/N, he’s hot!”  

Jess turned the phone around so you could see a photo of Travis, dressed in his white Chiefs jersey. His light eyes were gazing upwards, and his mouth was slightly parted into a smile. You squinted and looked closer. 

“Oh wow. That’s not how I imagined him to look.” 

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow. 

Rubbing your eyes, you sighed, “I don’t know. Besides, I probably won’t be doing it again. I fully embarrassed myself ” 

“You never know, they might find it endearing?" Jess took one more glance before locking her phone and putting it into her hoodie pocket, "Are you seeing Tom tonight?”

“I think so. He wanted to take me out to celebrate my first week.” 

“That’s nice. Just make sure you’re quiet when you get in. These walls are thin remember.” Jess grabbed the television remote and began searching through Netflix. 

You tutted and made your way to your room to get ready. You had met Tom at a New Year’s party with Jess and her friends. You didn’t usually make a habit of going on dates with guys you had met in clubs, but Tom seemed nice. He was an engineer and he had made you laugh all evening and when midnight came, you took a chance and kissed him. You had moved slow as you had only just moved to the city, and you didn’t want to settle too quickly. You still wanted to explore, to do new things and be your own person. But maybe, it was too early to tell. 

Your phone lit up as it lay on your bed. 

‘I’ll pick you up at 7ish. Tom x’ 

Smiling gently, you tossed the phone back onto the bed. You were happy to see him. Staring at the rail of clothes, you settled on a black dress and some red strapped heels. After pulling it on over your head, you ran your hands through your hair and slicked on some red lipstick. You took one last look in the full-length mirror next to the door and a deep breath. 

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It did not seem to matter how much you twirled the pasta around on your fork, your plate did not show signs of emptying.

“I am so full.” 

Tom looked up and smiled, “You don’t have to eat it all, as long as you enjoyed it.” 

“Oh, I did. It was delicious. Thank you.”  

“No problem. So, your week has gone well then?” 

You put one last forkful of food into your mouth before nodding. “Mmmm, yeah.” You said between chewing. “As well as it could I suppose, I’ll get there.” You took the napkin from your knees and pressed it against your lips. 

“I’m sure you will. It’s a big thing, a national broadcasting job, you could do anything after this!” 

You smiled and looked down, “Yeah, yeah that’s true.” Just as you reached for your glass of wine, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag against your leg. “Sorry, do you mind if I checked it? It could be work?” 

Tom shook his head quickly, “No, not at all. Go ahead.” 

You leant down to retrieve the bag and reached for your phone. Two new emails. The first one was a circular email for a fashion website that you had subscribed to but the second one made your stomach flip when you noticed the name of the sender. 

‘Travis Kelce’ 

Your thumb hovered over the email but you froze, your eyes boring into the name as you read it over and over.

‘Travis Kelce’ 

“Is everything okay?” Tom awoke you from your daze. 

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, nothing important.” 

“Are we finished here?” A tall waiter said as he arrived at the table. 

You looked up and smiled, feeling the butterflies from your chest slowly departing, “Yes, it was lovely, thank you.” 

“Just the bill, please.” 

The pair of you walked a little way down the street before you found a taxi to take you back to your house. His hand felt warm and caring and you clung onto it in the fresh evening air. Even though it was early summer, there was a little chill. You clutched at your jacket with the free hand to shield yourself from the cold. 

“I could’ve given you a lift, you know.” 

“Honestly, it’s fine. You live in the opposite direction and it’s late.” 

Tom cleared his voice, “It’s half past 9. Are you going to avoid us coming to each other’s places forever?” 

You felt a stab of guilt, “Tom, look. I really like you-“ 

“Oh, here it is.” 

You stopped walking and pulled at Tom’s hand, “No, no that’s not what this is. I just don’t want to rush anything.” 

He looked down and smiled, “It been months, Y/N.” 

The stab intensified, “I know, I know. Just bear with me, okay.”

The headlights of a taxi shone across you both. You glanced over before looking into Tom’s eyes, “I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” 

He pressed his chest into yours and snaked an arm around your lower back. He smelt sweet but musky and his blue eyes pierced into yours. He pulled you even closer and met your lips with his, gently but firmly. You pulled away and looked over to the taxi, giving the driver a wave. Tom winked and walked you to the taxi, giving you one final quick kiss before you stepped into the car. 

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Jess must have already gone to bed by the time you had arrived home, so you quietly made your way into your bedroom and changed into your pyjamas and slippers. Sitting down on the bed, you began to remove your make-up and brush your hair into a low ponytail. Lying back onto the bed, your brain suddenly recalled the email from Travis. You quickly reached for your phone and tapped on the email icon, feeling the butterflies returning when his name flashed on the screen.

‘Good evening, ma’am. Thank you for the entertaining phone call. Hit me up if you want to do it again sometime. T.’ 

Your breathing became heavier, and your eyes were glazing over from staring. You eventually squeezed your eyes closed and opened them again to see the email still there. You didn’t know what was happening, or how to react. He was a stranger to you, and you to him. An email out of the blue was bizarre and you weren’t even sure how he had gotten access to your email address. Was this customary? Should you have sent an email first to thank him for his time? You could feel your eyes starting to feel heavy and your hand became weak. Darkness slowly fell upon you and your body sank into the soft mattress, your head swirling with questions. 

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I'm enjoying this, I must say. And by the way, the next chapter is a juicy one! If you're enjoying this series, give me a shout and I'll add you to my taglist.

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[its-complicateed]

Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

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[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 13 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqazV4hbu8E The song that Anthony refers to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmcQTfyziUI The lullaby that Alastor plays for Charlie.]

"Who is ready for some pizza rolls? I know you are, baby, sorry to keep you waiting.

I will see what else we have around here… Oh, Alastor, you had some pasta too."

"Niffty wanted to make some crafts with it and forgot about it. Cook all that you want, darling."

"So… Not to question the radio man with the weird ass radio powers that us mere mortals can't even begind to understand, but is there any reason why there was blasting of that romantic music just now? It just was so loud that we heard it up to here."

"I have no idea what you mean. Must have been the radio doing that automatically while I was having a shower. Nobody cares to hear about that, of course."

"Mmmm, is that so? Are you sure you weren't intending to hide anything more interesting than that? You know, I just can't help to notice that you and Luci suddenly look a lot more relaxed now.

Hah, there it is, that static sound thingy! I recognize that shit from your broadcast! That is a yes then! Holy shit, you waste no time. Hey, I don't blame you for that either, considering the circunstances.

Care to share some details?"

"Do you always need to do that thing with your mouth that you call talking?"

"I mean, I can do other things with it, but I suppose someone else has that role covered."

"Did you happen to forget who I am?"

"Oh, I remember. You are the guy who shook hands with Husky to keep both of us safe until this shit is over if we brought you these two. So you can threaten all you like, I know you can't do shit about it, babe.

Don't take it so personal, smiley face. This is just a little bit of payback for my grandpa.

And my own satisfaction too. Who is the top and who is the bottom? Come on, don't you think your listeners are dying to know? Did you got on your knees or…?"

"Husker, control your companion."

"I am not doing shit for you anymore. And I wouldn't do it either even if we weren't on this mess. Anthony can do whatever he wants."

"Thanks, hon. I knew there was a reason I let you get to third base on the first date."

"But I also want to make note that hearing about the sex life of this shithead is the last thing I want to do, so I am not engaging on this conversation at all."

"Boo, you are no fun.

Hey, Alie, want to hear about our first date? I, unlike other people, can be very generous with details."

"I suppose it must be easy to be generous when it comes to something that nobody cares about anyway."

"You will be surprised."

"Daddy."

"Yes, my little princess? The food will be ready on a bit. Are you hungry?"

"When are we going back home?"

"I… Honey, we… uh…"

"Soon enough, dear. You saw all that fog out there. It's truly dangerous to get outside while it's up so we all must stay here until it clears."

"Are you coming with us too, Alie?"

"Of course. I am getting out of here with you at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Take it from me, Charlie dear. Doesn't matter how much you love your job, nothing beats getting back home at the end of the day."

"But we are all together now so we can make it fun here too!"

"Indeed, that is very true, little one. But before that we should get you some actual food. You poor thing must not have eaten anything since this morning. I can hear that tummy rumbling from here."

"No, you can't! Don't lie, Alie!"

"Well, I am at least. Maybe I confused my rumbling with yours.

What was that, Lucifer darling? Do you need help with the plates? Don't mind if I do. How about you are a responsible girl and clear the table before lunch, dear? Anthony can help you out.

Since he is not doing anything at all except eating my chocolate."

"Mmm? I mean, sure, no problem.

Let's put all your crayons on their boxes and nevermind, your dogs just ate them all."

"Dazzle and Razzle can't eat, but can have my things inside of them. Want to see me opening their belly? I think I have some candy in there…"

"H-hey, Al, thank you for… I don't know what happened, I just froze there."

"Don't mentioned it. In my line work it is convenient to quickly think things to talk about on the fly. A minute of unnecesary silence is the dead of radio so I have to avoid it at all cost. Nobody wants to tune in just to hear the static."

"I don't know, I am starting to get used to it. It's kinda cute how you only do that when you get flustered or nervous about something.

I didn't understand it at first, but once I started to pay attention as to when it happened it became so obvious.

I mean it as a compliment, Al."

"It's not like I can control it either, so I am glad at least someone likes it."

"And the music?"

"What about the music?"

"The music during the shows. Was that also you or you didn't really control that?"

"Apparently it was all me. But I am myself just now realizing that."

"I liked them. That song that sounded when you talked about our first date I heard it all the time in the office."

"Well, then, if you ever happened to have a petition…"

"CAN I HAVE THE DUCKTALES SONG?!

Please, Alie, I want the ducktales song!"

"It's a show that she likes. But it's kinda modern so I don't know if… Oh, you can do that."

"If it was ever transmitted through radio waves, it's mine for the taking now."

"What a weirdly especific and useless power is that."

"Is that what you think, Husker?"

"Did…

Did you just…

Did you really just used a fart noise for when I sat down? What are you, twelve?!"

"Me? I didn't do anything at all. It must be the age catching up to you, old friend. That is what a bunch of donuts will do to you."

"I DON'T EVEN LIKE DONUTS THAT MUCH!"

"You don't?!

Aah!

Were you ordering all those donuts as a excuse to talk to me?!

Aww, Husky!"

"Can we change the subject already?!"

"What a real party pooper, right, Charlie?"

"Alright, enough toilet humor in front of the food now. Careful, these ones are hot. These ones I took out first so they cool down and my Charlie can take them no problem."

"Thanks, papa!"

"Everything for you, baby. Do you want more juice?"

"Yes, please."

"Here you go. Is it good?"

"Mmm!"

"Huh. You were right, Lucifer. Food do taste better when we are togehter.

Minus some unexpected guests."

"Did you say anything? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the huge favor we did for you! Risking our lives and all, but no biggie! You are welcome by the way!"

"That is a good point.

Thank you.

Even if it was also on your best self interest, I appreciate what you did."

"Oh! I didn't actually think you would say that. You are… actually welcome?

Husky, it's weird when he is nice."

"Right?"

"Alie is always nice to me and papa."

"Was he nice when he dumped your papa?

Uuh, sorry, I don't know why I said that.

That is not my business at all. Forget I said anything."

"No, no, it's fair. Small town, everyone is going to talk, I understand.

I did hurt Lucifer, that was my fault. I did apologize for it and plan to make ammends the best way I can while we are here. I am sorry."

"I-it's okay.

Don't get me wrong, it sucked. A lot. But… of everything that could be happening today, I am glad this is happening."

"Papa is like a tomato!"

"Or a lovely apple."

"You shut up. And you, little missy, are too honest for your own good."

"No, papa, no tickles!"

"Yes, tickles! You have to learn to not make certain comments about your elders! Are you going to learn your manners now?"

"No!"

"Are you going to be a delinquent now? My little danger ducking?"

"Yes! Danger duckling is cool!"

"Oh, Alastor, what happened to my sweet little girl? If only she were here to enjoy the cookies I found on the counter and happened to be her favorites…. I guess they will go to waste now, how awful…"

"Wait, no, I want cookies, papa! I can be danger duckling and also nice!"

"Mmm. Well, if someone can manage that, I suppose it could be my Charlie. I just need to eat your cheeks to be sure and see if you are still nice. Nom nom nom."

"Papa is silly!"

"No, you are silly."

"You are silly!"

"You are the silliest baby girl that has ever existed and that is final."

"Can Alie be silly too?"

"He was born silly, sweetie."

"Yay!"

"I think I am going to fucking vomit."

"Oh shush you, Husky. It's nice. Wish I had a dad like that growing up."

"Well, since everyone is done, let me pick up the plates. I think there is some ice cream on the…"

"Alastor?"

"Wow, what the fuck is up with the lights? Should they do that?

Should his eyes do that exorcist shit?"

"Alastor.

Honey."

"The last listener is gone.

The generators were activated.

We should have… a few hours left."

"Welp. That blows. Fuck."

"There is an empty room that used to be an office on the second floor at the end of the hallway. If you want… privacy, it's there. Just lock the door."

"Papa? What is happening?"

"Uh…"

"Darling. Breath."

"D-didn't.

Didn't you hear, sweetie?

Alastor said that we will just have to stay here a few more hours. Then we can go home. How about after eating you and I go take a nap? The couch on Alastor's studio can be turned into a bed."

"Does it? I didn't know that.

You mean I slept under a desk when I could have used a real bed all along.

Wonderful."

"Well, honey, there is a little thing known as the internet that might have helped you out there with that one. They come on this little convenient things called cellphone that regular people use! I know! Weird but true!

What do you say, sweetie? You must be so tired after today."

"Mmm, a little."

"Then that is what we will do.

Still want to eat the cookies? Yes? Then you can have those. You were about to say something about ice cream on the fridge, Alastor?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I have some left.

Rosie left it the last time. Chocolate with strawberry."

"Can I have too?"

"Didn't you say you weren't a sweet kind of guy?"

"I changed my mind. Stuff happened and now I want ice cream. Is that a crime?"

"Husker?"

"I am good. Enjoy yourselves. Kiddo.

It was nice meeting you. Your dad is a good guy.

I… um… I hope this town treated you well. All things considered."

"It did.

All things considered.

Thank you… for your service.

I will have a bit of those chocolate brandy, though."

"Be my guest, shorty."

"And you, Alastor?"

"I am fine. I don't actually think eating anything else would do me any good right now."

"Are you getting sick?"

"Darling."

"Oh. Sorry, stupid question."

"It's okay. I just hope you all enjoyed it."

"Serve me all chocolate, radio man. And a ton of adult juice on top. Perfect.

Let's go, Husky."

"You are going already?"

"Yep. No offense to any of you, but I want to spend whatever hours we have left with my boyfriend. And I know you are the same.

If there is another side at the end of this, I wouldn't mind meeting you all there.

I am sorry I don't have anything better than that.

Good luck or whatever."

"Papa, the cookies, the cookies!"

"Of course, honey. You have been a good girl so… good girls can have ice cream and cookies as dessert.

Is it good?"

"It's the best, daddy! Thank you, Alie!"

"You are very much welcome, Charlie."

"Can we have this as dessert tomorrow too?"

"Of course, dear. Anything you want.

Ready, love?"

"I guess so. Let's go put you to bed, sweetie.

You wouldn't have any covers or blankets around here?"

"I didn't know I had a bed so, no. But I have a long coat that could work just as well.

There we go. It should be nice and cozy enough"

"Tired, baby?"

"Yeah.

Can Alie put some nice music to sleep?"

"Sure.

This is a spanish lullaby. I don't understand a word of it but it sounds nice, doesn't it? Do you like it, Charlie?"

"Yeh. It's pretty."

"Take a rest, sweetie. We will be right here with you."

"Mmm."

"Are you sleeping, darling?"

"No. I don't think I can.

Alastor.

I missed you a lot."

"I love you."

"You realize it's the first time you say it, right? Of course you would save it for the literal last moment. Bastard."

"Yes."

"You are so emotionally constipated that is unreal."

"Mmm."

"And I never asked it either, did you notice?

Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you are so terrible pretending that you don't.

The fact you think you were ever slick is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

You are like a wet slug pretending that it's a dry rock.

Leaving your trail of love everywhere and then acting as if it isn't there.

Everyone could see it.

That is why I never asked you to.

Even your friend Rosie asked me one time when was the wedding."

"When it would have happen?"

"What?"

"The wedding. When you would have liked having it?"

"Really? You want to talk about that now?"

"Why not?

You can offer other subject if you want."

"I don't know.

Maybe Autumn. Not too old, not too cold. We could have walked down the aisle with the cracking of leaves in a nice open space."

"That sounds lovely.

To tell you the truth I never thought of a wedding.

I just thought you would always be there. Right at my side. We would grow up old and raise Charlie together. It would just happen. Naturally. There was no other way.

Even as I knew it couldn't be."

"With you killing on the side and trying not to stain my floor with the blood of your victims?"

"Darling, I never stained not even my own floors. Please, have a little more faith in me."

"Oh, sorry that I am not familiarized with your way of killing people. How rude of me to think it could get messy sometimes."

"Apology accepted."

"Jackass."

"And you want to marry that jackass. What does that say about you?"

"That I have bad taste in men?"

"Perhaps.

I on the other hand find my own taste impeccable."

"Do you have any idea how irritating that is?

You say shit that are annoying one second and the next say the smoothest thing. I hate it."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't.

How are you holding up?"

"My vision is getting blurry. Oh."

"Your voice is… changing. It sounds like coming from an old radio. Is that bad? I don't know what it means."

"I think it means we have less time now."

"Charlie…"

"Let her sleep. Let it be nothing but a dream for her. Just a long blink."

"I know you said it wasn't going to hurt, but I am scared."

"Lucifer. If we ever see each other again, would you like to know about all of this? Would you like to remember me?"

"While you are another Alastor? In another world?"

"Y-yes."

"I… I think so. No, I would definitely would.

We had good moments. I would like to remember those. Do you think we could do that?"

"Give me your hand.

If we do ever see each other again, I will bring your memories of this life back to you.

But I will only do it if you touch my hand again."

"What is happening?"

"It's a deal?"

"I… yes."

"Then it's done.

Good night."

"Good night, Alastor."

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #lucifer x alastor #huskerdust #i am hispanic and i am not afraid of abusing that right by inserting hispanic shit on everything i can #THIS IS NOT THE ENDING THERE IS STILL AN EPILOGUE AND I SWEAR IT'S HAPPY

[sanjoongie]

Pain into Pleasure

ღPairing: Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: enemies to lovers au, Modern Wizardry School au ღWord Count: 3,853 ღWarnings: rough sex, pain kink with a twist, scratching, biting, spanking, hair pulling, the threat of choking, f and m orgasm ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot

ღSummary: You’re a new teacher at the Twilight Academy, bumping into a supposed teacher and sleeping with them the day before you start. Little did you know… it wasn’t simply a teacher you were sleeping with insert pained smile expression here

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland sometimes I think I write Seonghwa just for you to tell me this version is your new favorite @flurrys-creativity​ why do you do this to me. but thank you. ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

You settled into a creaky wooden chair, feeling quite happy with yourself. You had landed your dream job at your dream school, teaching, well, dreams. You were a happy white magic user, specializing in Dream Magic. You were to help the students at the Twilight Academy delve into the world of dreams. You were quite excited to be teaching your specialty magics and even more excited to be doing it at the esteemed Twilight Academy.

Now, to have a nice dinner at the pub attached to the inn you were sleeping at before your first day at the academy.

“What will it be, Sweetheart?” You looked up to see a wicked smile on the face of a dark haired man.

You cocked your head. “What do you recommend?”

He leaned his hip against the table. “New in town?”

You nodded, “I start at Twilight tomorrow.”

He looked impressed. “The new Dreams teacher, I assume?”

You raised an eyebrow and he laughed. “Small town. Everyone knows everything. I’m Wooyoung. I own the pub portion of the inn.”

“Well, Wooyoung. I’m a bit cold and I haven’t eaten much due to my excitement for this new leg of my life.”

Wooyoung nodded astutely. “One bowl of Hearty Jambalaya coming right up. You can handle spice, right?”

“Mmmm,” You hummed in appreciation, “My mouth is watering already.”

While you were waiting for your dinner to be served, the door to the outside opened and in breezed in someone who looked holier than thou. His bright white hair drew attention immediately, if not for the aura of authority around him. He sat down primly on a chair, taking the table that dominated the back corner of the room. He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose to peer at the menu but then waved it away immediately. You felt your mouth lifting up in a sneer. By the looks of his golden embroidered jacket, with the feather embellishment, he was probably the school’s Demon Summoning Teacher. Those black magic users were always full of themselves.

“Oh, don’t break my heart and say you want Seonghwa along with your Jambalaya?” Wooyoung frowned deeply, approaching your table with your order.

You pasted a smile on your face. “No, I was thinking quite the opposite in fact.”

“Good,” Wooyoung grinned, “Now take a spoonful of this and tell me it warms your soul.”

You did so, groaning at how the flavors melted on your tongue. “That is exactly what I need.”

“That’s my magic power, knowing what dish my clients need. Eat up and then promise you’ll visit me once you get settled into Twilight Academy.”

Wooyoung was pushy, to be sure, but in a friendly and flirty way. You liked him immediately. “Promise.”

You watched as Wooyoung weaved his way through the room until he reached the man that was in the corner. “Ah, Seonghwa, what can I get for you, Mister High and Mighty?”

Seonghwa stared down his nose at Wooyoung. “I have a proper title, Wooyoung. Would it kill you to use it?”

“It would kill me, as in kill my soul. Now. A glass of 1609 Monastrell and a plate of penne pasta marinara?”

Seonghwa blinked slowly at Wooyoung. “How you do that every time, I’ll never know.”

Wooyoung winked at Seonghwa. “You don’t know everything, Seonghwa.”

You decided the quicker you ate, the faster you’d be warm and you could get this Seonghwa out of your imagery until you had to see him at school the next day. And maybe even then, you wouldn’t have to interact with him too much. Hopefully. 

“Excuse me but I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before?” The man with the holier than thou expression was in front of your table now. He had a small smile on his face, like it was difficult for him to maintain.

“New to town,” You said, frostiness coating your tongue. Did you mention you really hated black magic wielders?

“My name is Seonghwa, nice to make your acquaintance.” 

You stared at his hand and sighed. Probably best not to make a bad impression yet. You shook his hand and felt a zap of energy. You stared up at Seonghwa in disbelief. “Did you really just test your magic against mine right now?” It was the rudest form of greeting amongst magic users, really. How dare he?

Seonghwa’s smile widened a fraction. “Just a simple test.”

You narrowed your eyes up at the man. “Let go of my hand.”

Seonghwa did as you commanded but to your chagrin, he took the seat opposite of you. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“You certainly haven’t made a good impression of yourself, Master Black Magic User.”

“Good guess.”

You rolled your eyes. “No need to guess. You walk like you own the place and you dress like you're a pompous fool. Majority of your kind do.”

Wooyoung entered the main room from the kitchens and frowned. “Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa waved Wooyoung over without looking his way. “I’ll take my food over here, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung didn’t look like he liked the sound of that but nonetheless deposited the plate and glass of wine in front of Seonghwa. “Whatever you wish, H--.”

“Now, you were just about to introduce yourself, were you not?” Seonghwa said. He took his utensils and began to dig into his dish. Wooyoung pushed his tongue out behind Seonghwa’s back at being cut off and made you giggle.

“No, I don’t believe I was,” You said. “And actually, I believe I’m done here. You’ve spoiled my appetite.”

Seonghwa watched, his lips stained with marinara sauce. His tongue came out absent-mindedly to lick the sauce away. His long tongue. His long, long, long tongue. Now that wasn’t something you saw every day.

“Then perhaps you’ll indulge me?” Seonghwa wondered.

“In telling you who I am?” You laughed mirthlessly, “To a black magic user? Would you like a lock of my hair while we’re at it? No, I don’t think I will.”

“Well, that’s going to make it awkward later when you’re screaming my name but I won’t know how to address you.” He took a deep drink of his wine, eyes twinkling over the glass’s rim.

You sputtered. How presumptuous? How the hell did he think you were going to invite him to your bed? “Wooyoung?” You shouted instead.

“Yes, my new favorite customer?” Wooyoung pushed through the small doors that broke up the main room from the kitchen.

“Do you want me to pay up front or add it to my tab for the inn with my room?” You stood up, gathering the book you had been planning on reading during dinner. “And please, don’t take insult to the food remaining on my plate. It was delicious. My dinner partner, however, was not.”

Wooyoung smirked knowingly. “I’ll add it to your tab so you can make a quick getaway.”

“Good day to you, Sir,” You sneered and began to leave the pub so you could get back into the inn and make your way to your room.

“Wait a moment, Mistress White Magic User.” Seonghwa used the same term you had thrown at him earlier. 

“This white magic user is about to use her magic against you if you keep this up,” You declared, spinning on your heel to turn around and address Seonghwa.

“I’ve a proposal for you.” Seonghwa leaned against the archway opening.

“I very much doubt I would like to hear it,” You attempted to shut him down.

Seonghwa lifted a finger. “Hear me out first. Then you may decline… or acquiesce.”

You sighed heavily. “Hurry up then.” 

“I’ve a spell that can translate pain into pleasure,” Seonghwa announced.

“Surely you don’t think I could trust you with something like that?” You said bewildered.

“You’re not tempted?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you. “Your aura changed when I zapped you with my magic.”

This beanpole was implying that you enjoyed the small token of pain he had gifted you with. Then there was that long tongue that you had categorized while he was eating. You looked down at his feet. They were large. Shit.

Seonghwa passed through the doorframe and offered his arm for you. “Shall we?”

What did you really have to lose? You doubted you’d get much action once you were being housed with the rest of the teachers at Twilight. This could be the last time before you spend an entire semester dedicated to your students. 

“Fine,” You said crisply, avoiding his offered arm. “And I’ll have you know I know the perfect infertility spell to accompany yours.”

"Certainly." You went up the stairs, Seonghwa following behind you. "We couldn't possibly have little reminders of our night together. Black and white magic user little darlings. Wouldn't be becoming of either of us."

You stopped suddenly on the stairs. "Why in the world would you say that?" You turned around on the staircase.

"It's true, isn't it?" He quirked an eyebrow at you. "We can't let that happen."

You turned around and continued back straight away to your rooms. "Be quick or I'll start to rethink this."

"No," Seonghwa said, calling your bluff. "I don't think you will."

"Oh, Master of seduction now are you?" You opened your door and waved your hand to show you were waiting for him to enter.

Seonghwa ducked his head, laughing quietly. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to stand in front of you. "You want seduction? I thought you were a woman of practicality."

You laughed mirthlessly. "If I was a woman of practicality, I wouldn't have said yes."

"Then seduction you will get."

Gentle, beautiful hands cupped your cheeks. Lips pressed kisses to your jaw as those fingers tilted your head upwards. "Should I treat you like a flower?" Those same fingers wrapped around your neck, slightly cutting off your breath, not enough to stop breathing, but enough to threaten. "Or are you a bruised peach?"

With your eyes on the ceiling, you squeaked, “What about your spell?"

Seonghwa leaned in to whisper into your ear, releasing your windpipe. "You've not been seduced very many times, have you?"

You seethed with rage. "Are you determined to keep me angry instead of turned on?"

"I like your anger. It tastes yummy."

You shuddered. "The spell Seonghwa."

"You first. I can't promise to stop after I start mine."

You called upon Aphrodite to deny your womb all fruits that could be born on this day, your ancient Greek rolling off your tongue. Your eyes glowed yellow while the spell took shape and the goddess worked through you. A red rose took form, appearing as if it had grown from your stomach. It then wilted and in a poof of red smoke was gone. 

"Your ancient Greek is beautiful," Seonghwa murmured.

"Can we go inside my room now or would you rather an audience?" You hissed.

Seonghwa’s voice grew deep as he went into your room and spoke Norse. You closed the door as a boat drifted in front of you and then crashed into your forehead, poofing out of existence. "Freyr, really?"

Seonghwa adjusted his glasses. "Black magic user, remember?"

You brought your hands to the top of your sweater to remove it but Seonghwa’s hands closed over yours on the first button. "Please, allow me."

You watched with your breath held as Seonghwa took his time unbuttoning each and every button of your cardigan. It revealed a baby blue lingerie set that looked wonderful against your skin. Seonghwa seemed to think so as well, his fingers skimming your chest along the lacy cups. His nails dug a little harshly next and you gasped. You saw what he had done. You knew that his nails were digging into your skin but you felt immense pleasure from it. Seonghwa soothed the red marks with the pads of his fingers. His eyes peeked over the rims of his glasses. “Good?”

“Yup, the spell works,” You confirmed.

Seonghwa lowered his eyes back to your body and began to leave soft kisses down the valley of your breasts and continuing down your torso. He dragged his nails down your sides and you couldn't help but gasp again. The sensation was odd when one was expecting pain but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant. 

Seonghwa smiled knowingly when he got to the waistband of your pants, on his knees now. “Just wait until I bite you.”

“Seonghwa,” You said his name with just a hint of hesitation.

His eyes rolled up to meet yours. Simply the image of his head at level with your pelvis was making you swallow in an attempt to locate some moisture to your mouth. "Yes?"

"What about your clothes?" You weren't sure why you were whispering but it felt imperative to do so.

Seonghwa quirked an amused eyebrow up at you. “Worried I might be deformed or hiding tentacles from my black magic dealings?”

You choked on your own saliva and avoided his gaze. “No.”

“What is it that you want then, lover?” He was going to make you say it out loud. What a Sadist.

You could feel your neck and face heat up. “Am I to be the only one removing clothes?” You persisted stubbornly.

“Let me take care of you first,” Seonghwa lowered his eyes back to your stomach. He pushed his lips inwards. “I want to taste your anger on your skin.”

The waistband of your pants were undone, pulled downwards and Seonghwa’s long tongue came out to play. He licked a strip along your stomach, humming and sounding discontent. “Not angry enough.”

You pursed your lips. “Seonghwa,” you said his name in warning.

“Wooyoung saw us leave to go to your rooms, you know. That bridge will have been burnt by now. He’s probably figuring out what dishes I hate the most to prepare next time I dine here. It’s too bad, I hear he’s quite the lay. You might have to come back to me for more if you’re looking for something delectable in this sleepy town.”

You felt your anger boil up. “Why are you bringing Wooyoung up? And who are you to assume that I would want anything from you after this? All of you damn black magic users are full of yourselves.”

Seonghwa licked another strip, this one along your hip. “Much better.”

“Seonghwa! Is there any reason you’re delaying this?” You moved to take a step back but his fingers dug into the flesh of your butt to stop you. You hissed in pleasure as a result.

“Simply enjoying myself,” Seonghwa murmured. 

Without another word, Seonghwa tugged your pants off, holding your hand to keep you stable while you neatly stepped out of them. Then he cocked your leg so that he could throw it over his shoulder. He didn’t even bother to pull your underwear off, simply pulling it to the side and gave your clit a sneaky little kitten lick. When you yelped for him, he dove eagerly further into your cunt. His dark eyes remained glued to your face, watching for your reactions. His fingers continued to give you little jolts of pleasure, blunt nails digging into your skin. 

It felt too intimate to allow him to make you come with his tongue alone so you called a halt to it as you felt your climax languidly build due to his ministrations. “Seonghwa,” You said his name, voice husky.

As if on cue, he allowed himself one last long lick up your cunt and then sat back on the heels of his feet. “So eager for my cock that you must stop me?” He sounded a cross between frustrated and amused.

It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Enjoy eating pussy that much, Seonghwa, that you complain about having to stop?”

“Touché.” Seonghwa somewhat simmered down.

Seonghwa stood up and began to remove his jacket. He folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. He then undid his cufflinks, placing them in his pants pockets and then worked on the buttons of his shirt. “See? No tentacles.” No, but there were scars. You didn’t ask and Seonghwa didn’t tell.

“How would you like me, lover?” Seonghwa smiled crookedly.

You mentally told your heart to hush, erratically beating all of a sudden. “Sit,” You commanded.

Seonghwa chuckled as you turned around to sit on his lap. He yanked his pants downwards, keeping his underwear on. “Afraid if you make any more eye contact with me that I’ll be able to read your mind?”

“Actually, I was attempting to think of a good position to take advantage of your spell, but if you’d prefer the face to face, heart to heart, we can certainly rearrange things.”

“Would you do that for me?” Seonghwa, in response, pulled down your sweater until it was hanging from your elbows and bit down at your shoulder. 

You shuddered as the bit sparked something in your lower half once again, ignoring his poke at you. Between the two of you, you managed to line Seonghwa's cock up with your hole and you sank down on him. And sank. And sank. When your ass finally felt the soft material of his underwear, you sighed. “Long enough for you?” Seonghwa purred into your ear.

“A little warning would have been nice,” You said with a squeaky voice.

“What’s the fun in that?” And with that, Seonghwa slapped your ass. You moaned out loud, the pleasant sensations radiating from the handprint now on your ass.

“Again?” Seonghwa wondered.

You nodded, not trusting yourself with your mouth open. Seonghwa did it again and you moaned just as loudly. You became very wet as he alternated cheeks. If this was how it was going to be and he was only seated inside of you… 

“Grab ahold of my hair and start thrusting into me…please?” You asked.

Seonghwa wove his hand into your hair, giving an experimental tug that gave you good tingles on your scalp and then said, “It would be my pleasure.”

You would have been embarrassed by the lewd sounds that were coming from your lower half if you weren’t completely absorbed by the pleasure you were receiving. The systematic tugs of your hair, the harsh grip of his other hand on your hip and the accurate thrusts inside of you were practically heaven. Perhaps there was a reason the man was full of himself. He was certainly a skilled lover; of that you were certain.

“How loud are you going to scream for me when you climax?” Seonghwa wondered out loud, “You think Wooyoung will hear all the way down in his kitchen?”

“Seong--Hwa!” You broke up his name into two very long syllables, his thrusts being part of the reason you did so. 

“You are too fun to torture,” Seonghwa chuckled. “Shall I put you out of your misery?”

“Are…you…close?” You panted before you realized how that sounded.

“Oh? Does my pleasure also matter all of a sudden?” Seonghwa queried.

“Seonghwa!” You shouted, anger making you a bit more coherent.

“Yes, lover, I’ll be coming with you. Such a thoughtful darling little White Magic User you are.”

Whatever rebuttal that was coming out of your mouth was lost because in a few more thrusts, you were coming undone. Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, wiping everything away other than the pleasure zooming through your nerves. You cried out loudly, body becoming a ragdoll for Seonghwa to fuck. You whined as Seonghwa climaxed as well, biting into your shoulder once again. And by the feel of the pleasure from it, it was going to leave a very good mark. 

Your head lay back on Seonghwa’s shoulder as you somehow managed to gather your senses and come back to your body. “You were so good for me,” Seonghwa cooed.

“Pat my head and I will bite you,” You groaned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, lover,” Seonghwa purred.

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You woke the next morning to an empty bed, and thanked your lucky star you didn’t have to kick anyone out of it. You dressed in a beautiful blazer and skirt of dark blue with whimsical pastel clouds that moved across the blue like aurora borealis. You had paid a pretty penny for the fabric but you were looking to make a good impression on the Director.

You were escorted to the Director’s Office, where he was sitting looking out the very large windows to the entirety of the school’s grounds. The chair was high-backed, so you couldn't even see a hint of his hair. 

“Director?” You called out, smoothing your skirt under you as you sat.

“Welcome!” The director turned in his chair and then the both of you were staring at each other with wide eyes. 

“You?!” You stood up abruptly, pointing a very rude finger at Seonghwa.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Seonghwa said, a crooked smile growing on his face.

“No, it is not pleasant!” You shouted.

Seonghwa’s smile widened to a grin. “You were certainly pleased last night.”

“What I am not pleased with,” You said through gritted teeth, “Is that apparently I have slept with my boss!”

“How about we talk about it over dinner in my room tonight?” Seonghwa offered.

You groaned loudly. “This is ridiculous.”

Seonghwa’s eyes studied your outfit. “You are dressed to impress me.”

“And you’re wearing the exact same ensemble from the other night?” You screeched.

Seonghwa preened. “Corpse Crow Feathers are my favorite. Reminds my students of who I used to be during the war. Keeps them in line.”

You buried your face into your hands. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Look on the bright side, Mistress White Magic User. At least we won’t have to deal with the sexual tension between us for an entire semester until you ultimately succumb to me during the Christmas break.”

You opened your mouth to spew insults to your boss but were interrupted by a man with yellow and orange hair. He bursted into the office, eyes wide. “Director Park--!” His eyes immediately focused on you

“What seems to be the emergency now, Professor Song?”

Professor Song ignored Seonghwa. “Song Mingi, Elements Professor,” He offered a hand with fingertips singed permanently, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Mingi, the emergency?” Seonghwa demanded.

Mingi smiled goofily. “Students in the Dreamer Dorms seem to have invited a Fire demon in order to light a bonfire for s'mores. I’ve kept the fire back but we need your expertise to un-summon the demon.”

Seonghwa sighed. “Very well. And it's ‘dismiss’ a demon, Professor Song, how many times must I tell you?”

“Shall I take care of the new professor?” Mingi grinned widely at you.

Seonghwa halted before he left his office, speaking over his shoulder. “You will accompany me. And I have satisfied all of the Dreams Professor’s needs already.”

You winced at the implications. He was never going to let go of this, was he? It’s official. It wasn’t even your full first day and you were screwed. ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #atz smut #topaz's work #ღatz #yes seonghwa must always have a breeding kink #sue me #twilight academy

[heartsoji]

cherry pop

kunimi akira x reader

summary: you, a volleyball player, are getting advice from your also volleyball player boyfriend, kunimi akira, on how to gain muscle.

a/n: akira is criminally underrated i actually love him sm wtf why does no one talk abt him

warnings: a lil suggestive? but not rlly just some kisses <3

"this is actually so nasty."

you'd been chewing on a piece of beef sausage for a solid minute now, and you couldn't bring yourself to swallow it. it was too big and like.. meaty? damn the taste was getting overwhelming now and you wanted to spit it out.

"you're the one who asked how to build muscle. you gotta have protein after working out. would you rather have my protein peanut butter powder on ezekiel bread instead?" he smirked, getting down to your eye level, knowing how much you hate the texture of peanut butter.

you pouted. "you're so cruel."

"you asked. i'm helping."

you rolled your eyes before finally managing to swallow that last bite of beef sausage.

"bleh. that was getting really gamey. i need something sweet to wash it down, ugh." you spit.

"you have such a sweet tooth, you know that?"

"you say that like it's a crime! i just like sweets, is that so bad?"

he chuckled. "don't worry y/n. i've got you and your sweets kink."

"it's not a kink!"

"yeah, yeah."

you scowled and turned around, arms crossed, eyes closed, when suddenly, you were met with a cold, wet, sensation.

"AEEEE! oh my god-AKIRA!"

he batted his lashes at you. "yes, y/n, dear? i've retrieved a can of soda to satisfy your desires.."

"don't press it to my cheek like that, its so cold!"

he laughed. "kinda the point, babe. here, drink up."

his stupidly handsome face melted away your fake-anyways anger. you popped open the can and took a big chug.

"mmmm! that hits the spot! so good!" you said, savoring the sweet cherry flavor and the way the carbonation tingled in your throat.

"i'll never understand your obsession with that stuff. i mean, is it really that good?" he questioned.

"yeah!" you replied. you want a little taste?" you asked, offering him the can.

"yeah."

with that, instead of taking a sip from the can, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips that made you melt.

when he pulled away, he licked his lips and sent you a look that sent shivers down your spine. "i kinda get it now. it is pretty good."

you ignored the racing in your heartbeat. "right?"

"and oh, hey, look!"

you looked around. "huh?"

"that cherry flavor was pretty good, but i like this one better," he said, cupping your cherry-red cheeks.

you couldn't help but laugh. you knew that if you told akira's team about this cheesey side of him, they'd raise their eyebrows and go, "huh? kunimi? no way, that's just too hard to believe." you were kind of glad, though. you got this version of him all to yourself. you stared up at him with a goofy lovesick grin.

"god, i love you."

he smiled in return.

"ok! now that you have something to wash down the sausage, how about we try my protein pasta?"

"NOOOO"

lolol my brain when the big meaty sausage came up resisted the urge to make my first spicy post(even though i'd probs get embarrassed and erase it after bc i know myself well enough to know that there's no way i can write anything more than slightly suggestive)

#i had this idea when i was chewing on a rlly gamey piece of sausage #i have mixed feelings on this #it was a good idea just poor execution LMAO #kunimi akira #hq kunimi #kunimi x reader #kunimi fluff #haikyuu kunimi #kunimi akira x reader #kunimi drabble #kunimi drabbles #kunimi imagine #kunimi scenario

[smalltowngnoll]

Request: Angel Hair Jacket Potato

Mmmm... starch.

Woe be upon you, for that is a very apt description of the final product! I don’t know who at Neopets thought of all the potatoes with unusual fillings, but I hope they are mentally in a better place now.

Weird jacket potatoes include tuna, calamari, carrot stuffed, ice cream topped, sugar sprinkled, and orange filled. Chili cheese jacket potato? Yeah, sounds good. Baked apple potato? Not so much.

This was my first request for the blog. Here you go, anon!

Recipe is so easy. Rub a potato in oil, drizzle some salt. Cut a shallow cross into one side. Bake for an hour at 400*F. For some extra crisp, force it open, put in some butter, sliced garlic, and Parmesan and bake it for 10 more minutes at 425*F

For the pasta, cook 1 box of halved cherry tomatoes in a pot with 4 cloves of garlic, salt, pepper, and a TBS of tomato paste. Once cooked, add in 1/2 a pound of angel hair and some sliced basil leaves. Top it with balsamic if you want some flavor.

Put your pasta in a potato and here is the abomination that results:

It IS starchy! Also, it’s really hard to stuff a baked potato with angel hair pasta. Something I would have never known with certainty, but probably would have assumed.

#neopets #neopia #nostalgia #recipe #neotag #neopetsfood #request

[that-one-anxious-mango]

Heyyy ☺️ I love this series sooo much, it is so nice to see Austin stories that involve a black reader. Not having to edit the story in my head to make it fit me is wonderful 🥰. For your Drabble event could you do either first date or a special date that they have had? Thank you 💕 💕

20 Questions.

Summary: It’s a in-house date night with Austin and his best girl. Where you get to know them and they get to know each other!

Contents: Fluff ofc! Mentions of deceased relatives. Little angst if you squint. Slight steaminess. Austin and his best girl being the cutest.

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! It’s me! I hope y’all of you are having a wonderful time. Just wanted to go ahead and drop this off for you guys and also give some special shout-outs to:

@pennyroyalcreep for not only this lovely prompt, but also for your continued love and support with my work. ❤️

@purejasmine one of the sweetest people I know and a absolutely amazing writer. Thanks for always supporting and creating.

I also wanna thank @adoreyouusugar , @denised916, and @homebodybirkin2003 whose comments never cease to make me smile.

And to everyone else who I may have missed. THANK YOU. I truly appreciate it.

Moving on I am also officially starting a tag list. As I plan to upload some things this week. So if you’d like to be added please leave a :) in the comments.

Thank you all!

P.S Everyone feel free to PLEASE comment and reblog. Also send me letters with idea and prompts. Love hearing from you all. Much love! * hugs*

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Today was Friday.

Which also meant it was date night. 

And with it being quite gloomy outside for the usual LA weather the two of you had decided that it'd be the perfect day to have a in-house date night. You insisted that tonight you would to try and cook for your man a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

A skeptical but supportive Austin would go on to happily watch you not only blacken all attempts at the grilled cheese, but also burn the poor tomato soup that you forgot to add enough water to.

And once the tears started rolling, in real Austin fashion he'd wrapped you in a blanket and placed you on the couch promising to return. After cleaning up your food fail he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and made a hell of a good pan of pasta. 

After some feeding, cuddling, finger fucking , and napping. The two of you had decided that a more PG-13 activity was in order. With that you suggested a game that you'd been wanting to play with Austin for a while. Let's get deep: 20 question edition.

" Okay. Here we go, number one." You listened to Austin while you giggled staring down at the stacks of cards in front of you and then back up at Austin, who looked on in amusement. " What movie was so sad that you would never watch it again? " He asked.

" Mmmm." You thought for a minute, there were plenty but really you could only narrow it down to two, " I think I would definitely have to say either Dumbo or Fruitvale Station. I can't choose. You can only watch both once." You affirmed.

" Watching Dumbo is a traumatizing experience that no child of any age should be subjected to at all. Like just the first thirty minutes was enough for me to need a lifelong therapist. And as far as Fruitvale Station goes...I feel that the content overview speaks for itself. It's a beautiful movie, but I could barely make it through til the end." You explained.

Austin nodded, " I seen Dumbo a long time ago when I was little and all I remember is this very strong urge to go hug my mom after watching. " He said making you smile, " But I haven't seen Fruitvale Station. No particular reason why, it's just never happened."

" Understandable." You nodded reaching to grab another card off one of the piles.

" My turn. Two. What's the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?" You moved your eyes to look at him in curiosity.

Almost immediately he said, " People who floss."

Amused in question you went, " Really? Why? "

" Yeah. I don't know. But in a weird way to me. It shows that you care about yourself. Like babe, do you know how many people don't floss. Ever." He explained.

And the more you thought about it, he was right. Gross.

But lucky for you, you didn't have that problem seeing as your upbringing had made you a bit of a dental freak. So you hit all the points in that department. 

" Yeah. I guess I see your point. " You said just as a thought passed in your mind, " So, do you find it attractive when I floss." You goofed biting a bit of your upper lip.

Laughing at you he leaned over to plant a hardy peck to your lips, pulling away to say, " Makes my dick jump every time, sweetheart." He half whispered sending the two of you into a short fit of laughter.

" Alright alright alright. Next. Three. " He moved to pick up a card, " Describe our relationship in three words." He asked.

Even though you had to think a bit, it didn't take you long before you had your three words, " Meaningful.....Honest.... Adaptive. " You answered.

Eyes glimmering in happiness and satisfaction Austin questioned, " I know these are suppose to be short but, care to elaborate please."

" Well, I feel it's meaningful because literally almost everything we do has some type of meaning behind it. Like when you got me the fern. Or when I gave you the blanket. There's always some type of love behind everything. Plus you mean so much to me and in-turn I mean so much to you, which I guess in general terms makes us meaningful..right?" You giggled trying your best to explain your thoughts in the best way you could.

But Austin understood what you meant, he felt his heart swelling bigger and bigger by the moment, " I see. So what about honest?"

" I feel our relationship is also built around honesty. I know I've told you this before but throughout my life I've encountered a great deal of liars and that's something that I really didn't wanna come into my adult life with. Unavoidable I know. And especially in a relationship. " You began, " But with you, from the day that we sat down, listening to you be so open and honest with me when at the time I was just a complete stranger to you. It made me feel something. And from then on I've never ever had to second guess anything or feel like your keeping things from me. It's refreshing and I value that." You explained.

Austin listened intently thinking back to the first hours the two of you had spent together talking after he'd finished reading you the book. Hearing you talk about how surprised you were hearing Austin talk the way he did shocked him a bit. He hadn't really ever realized just how personal the two of you had gotten in that short amount of time. But to him now, that was just proof that this was something special from the start.

" And finally I think we're adaptive because whether it be your schedule or mine that keeps up from doing traditional couples stuff. We make it work. We adapt to whatever challenge we face together. And that's important." You finished offering a smile.

Austin return your feeling of content displaying a smile of his own. He was so happy to be with you. And to be building the kind of relationship where it's foundations were things like these. Things that would help the two of you last, because all in all. That was goal.

" I think all of that is really accurate and beautiful, mama. I love you." He said reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips and press a gentle kiss to it.

" I love you, Aus." You returned reaching that same hand to palm his cheek.

The two of you continued your little moment before moving forward.

" Number four. Name something that you wish you could do but can't." You asked.

Teasing Austin said, " Gain the ability to say no to you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. " Be serious, Austin."

Laughing some more he says, " I am being serious, woman. You have no idea the power you hold over me. It's like you just know all you have to do is bat those pretty lashes at me and say please, to turn me into a sucker." He informed.

Your smile widen, " Really? "

Austin nodded leaning back against the couch, " Awe don't be coy. Really, mama."

You sounded a ' Hmmph '.

" Well I'll just have to keep that in mind then, huh?" You said shooting him a glance.

Smirking he replied, " Don't go getting too many good ideas."

" I won't."

With that he leaned up to send a squeeze to your thigh before reaching and grabbing another card.

" Mm. This is a good one." Austin's lips twitched up into a smirk while he shot you a look.

" Oh god." You laughed rolling your eyes, " Dare I ask? "

" Yes, please dare." He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, " Go ahead then."

" Five, If there's a particular part of you I should touch to get you in the mood. Where would it be?" He questioned.

Playfully humming while placing your pointer finger to the corner of your lips, the curiosity of wanting to know where he thought it was himself popped in," Before I answer where do you think it is, Mr. Butler?"

" Well, honey." He sighed leaning back against the couch," Based on months of bountiful research and exhausting observations. I'd have to say it'd be your neck."

Dammit.

He was right. You loved when he touched your neck. It always left you breathless in more ways than one.

" You sure, " You challenged figuring to keep your cool," Because if I recall your always touching my thighs."

And it was true. If the two of you were laying down to read or watch a movie Austin either had to have his head rested in your lap or hands stuffed between the crevices of your thighs. In the car, Austin only drove with his left hand because his right was specially reserved for your thigh. Whenever your being a little bratty or you say something about yourself that Austin isn't fond of, you better believe he is going to send a good little pinch to your thigh before kissing the spot all better.

" That's because their my particular part of you that gets me in the mood." He informed looking at you while gliding a singular finger up your thigh to the hemline of the shorts you wore. Still never dropping eye contact he continued, " But I know it's your neck because whenever we make love and I run my hand across your neck or decide to take a good little grip on it. That my love, is when you come for me the hardest." He finished.

By now that same finger had turned into a full hand that had found it's way up to get a nice gentle but firm hold on your neck. He softly used it to pull you to him and place a nice sloppy kiss to your lips making a moan release from your throat.

Pulling back he let go with a smug grin on his face to your annoyed but disheveled expression before motioning for you to draw a card while you tried to collect yourself.

Once you had settled the waves below, you a bit shakily grab the next card, clearing your throat, " Okay. Six. What is one activity that makes you feel alive?"

Without a doubt Austin knew his answer, " Easy. Horseback riding. Nothing like making that bond with a horse, the trust you build with them is pure. And then being out and open with nature. Clearing your mind and body. It's refreshing." He explained. " I think that's why filming The Shannara Chronicles was one of my favorite projects so far." He furthered grabbing a sip of the Yerbamate on the table.

" Yep and I'll have to take your word for it, babe." You quickly chirped making Austin sigh. 

Ever since you and Austin had stumbled on the topic of horseback riding one day and you had revealed to him that while you thought horses were absolutely majestic and beautiful from a distance, under no circumstances would you ever consider getting on one. Period. And to him this was a great injustice...almost as big as when you told him you didn't like PB & J's.

You shuddered at the thought.

" Baby for the thousandth time. I'm telling you it's not as scary as you think it is. And you won't know until you try it. That thing with the girl was just a freak accident. That's a exception." Austin tried to argue but still you just shook your head unphased. You knew what you'd witnessed all those years back and you were good.

" Austin." You started, " The poor girl broke her back and part of her collarbone after one of them threw her off and fell on her. I seen it happen. It's like he WWE smushed her ass on the ground." You recalled watching a friend of a friend in high-school's scary interaction with the creature. It was terrifying. " Plus I'm pretty sure that she wasn't exactly ever the same in the membrane after that either." You added thinking about some of the antics the girl had gotten into post injury.

Austin blew out a breath, " Honey, while I think the situation is terrible. I'm pretty sure there was other factors that went into the happening. But I'm telling you that it's not normally like that. You just have to trust yourself and the horse."

Hearing him you still you were unchanged and really wanting to chance the topic so you came up with the compromise, " Okay okay okay. I hear you, Aus. And I'll think about it some more okay." You suggested shooting him a look to send the message that you were ready to move on.

Taking the hint he settled for what you were giving with a somber smile and moved to pick up another card, " So the next one is a little heavier, if that's alright?" Austin questioned staring down at the card.

Feeling like you could fully trust him you nodded, " Go head, babe." You prompted preparing yourself.

" Seven, in your opinion which is worse. Emotional or physical cheating? " He asked looking directly into your eye line.

" Oh." You spoke. It wasn't like you couldn't answer or that this wasn't something the two of you hadn't discussed. It was just a bit of a uncomfortable topic was all.

" Well being honest..." You trailed looking over to his face that was locked in on yours.

" Yeah." Austin encouraged.

Taking a second to collect your thoughts you began, " Like I said before, cheating no matter what is a deal breaker for me. But, being honest I think their equally as bad in opinion. I know anyone can argue it anyway. But the way I see it is that it takes something emotional in the first place to drive someone to cheat physically. I feel like if we're in a exclusive relationship where we're trusting and committing our bodies to only each other and you go and share that part of you with someone else it's a betrayal. And same thing with emotional. If we're in a relationship and I'm giving my all to let you know that there isn't anything that you should feel like you can't come to me about, and you still go and share those parts with someone else. That's also pretty bad so..." You finished looking him directly in eye. 

Austin nodded taking in what you were saying completely. This wasn't his first time hearing you express your expectations when it came to this type of dishonesty, but it was good to hear again all the same, " I hundred precent agree with everything you've said. And vice versa over here. I think our communication is good enough to where we can communicate our needs effectively to each other. But I still want you to know that we're never going to get to that point, honey. That's one of the reasons that ring is on your finger. It's a promise." Austin sincerely confessed making your heart expand.

You peaked down at the promise ring on your finger and then back at Austin.

" I know." 

" Good."

" Alrighty moving on. Eight. Is applesauce suppose to be warm or cold? " You posed.

" Cold." Austin immediately responded, " That's the only right answer."

You nodded, " I whole-heartedly agree. And I'm glad to know that you aren't a nutjob. "

" Noted. Next." Austin laughed picked up a card, " Nine. What is something that you wanna like but just can't? "

You sighed in faked despair, " Saunas. I really wanted to be that girl. The insta-fit chick that has the whole sauna self care bit going. But I realized how much I really don't like being sweaty unless absolutely necessary. " You informed to a smirking Austin. 

Before he could open his mouth you reiterated, " I SAID ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY." 

His hands shot up in defense while he snickered, " All I was going to ask was if you wanted to get sweaty later. But seeing as that wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I guess not." He shrugged.

Smacking your teeth you grabbed a pillow to childishly toss at Austin while you tell him that getting sweaty with him will always be absolutely necessary in your book.  " I'll hold you to that." He says shooting you the infamous look.

" Look forward to it. But first we have to finish this before we start something else, " You remind him picking up a new card, " Ten. Name the most fond memory you have with your moth-" You stopped mid- question instantly regretting asking, you hadn't meant to bring it up.  Idiot.

Quickly you tried to shift and grab another card while shooting him a sympathetic look, " I'm sorry, babe. I- I should have read the card in my head before I read it out lo-"

But he halted your movement softly grabbing your hand, " It's okay It's alright, B-"

" No, Austin it's not I sho-"

" You should just go ahead and let me answer. I promise it's okay. Matter of fact..I want to." He said holding your eye contact to show you he was sincere until you agreed leaning back. 

" I know I've said this in interviews before, but growing up not to faraway from Disney and Knotts Berry, my mom and I would go all the time. Finish all my homework earlier in the day and then drive over. We used to spend hours riding the rides or just sitting on the park benches and talking. Because I was so shy and homeschooled on top of it she was bestfriend. I could sit and talk to her about anything....God I miss her." Austin reminisced bringing a smile to his face. You could see the tears forming in his eyes and in return yours did the same. 

Instinctively you reached out to him which he accepted offering you a spot on his lap.

 You held onto him in silence drinking in his warmth and touch while enjoying the quiet comfort you were offering through the silent intimacy. The two of you stayed just like that for awhile. Your head against his chest listening to the melody of his heartbeat and feeling the weight of his head rested on yours. His hands ran up and down your spine gripping and rubbing. 

You felt oddly harmonious with each other. 

The two of you stayed like that before you let go when the brilliant idea of desert popped in your mind. Remembering that Beatrice had dropped off a royal raspberry drizzle cheesecake. You went to the kitchen coming back with two plates carrying carefully sliced pieces. You were sure this would lighten the mood.

Austin smiled taking his plate and offering you a " Thank you, baby." And a kiss to the temple. 

From there you resumed your game.

" Eleven. What is the most precious or important thing you own? " Austin asked before taking the bite of cheesecake you were offering.

" Um. " You sounded setting the desert plate on the coffee table, " Well, babe. I'm gonna have to cheat a little bit." You confessed.

" Oh. How's that." Austin inquired.

" I'm gonna have to list some things." You confirmed.

Smiling Austin says, " I'll allow it."

" Good. Okay so the most precious and important things I own in no particular order is my promise ring, the blanket my mom made me, our fern, my mother's ring, and my lucky smiley hat." You listed.

" You know I love when you wear that hat." He laughed, " You always look so cute. Remember when you wore it when we went to go see the jazz band in the park. Everyone tried to steal it off of you." 

" Yeah it was quite interesting. Having to fight off people with John Coltrane playing in the back."

"  But anywho. Twelve, If we were role playing. What would you dress me up as? " You bite your lip waiting on his response.  You were extremely curious to hear his answer.

You had to adjust yourself a little bit as you felt the gates to your 'oasis' starting to open up even more than earlier from the way he was looking at you.

" Honestly? " Austin's eyebrow raised.

" Of course. Wouldn't want it any other way." You responded.

" Well, even though it may sound cliché. In my younger years," He laughed, " The whole French maid thing intrigued me for a bit."

Your mouth twitched in a smile, " Know what. I'm not surprised. That checks out." 

" What?! What's that suppose to mean? " 

You laughed at his playfully offended expression while he clutched his chest, " It means that you seem like a french maid kind of man, babe. Classy. You already have this old school charm to you. So it's on-brand that you'd be into that." You elaborated.

He looked at you a second before saying a simple, " Thats fair. "

Tilting his head at you he continued, " So, if a little french maid outfit just happened to appear in your size around here somewhere. And I called to say my office may need some dusting...would you be willing to oblige." He suggested leaning over and biting at his lip.

You leaned in and said, " Oui."

He groaned and blushed a bit in response moving to grab another card only to laugh when he read it, "Right on topic. Thirteen. How many children do you want someday? "

" Um...uh..well it really depends. When I was younger I always wanted to be like cheaper by the dozen or the mine, yours, and ours family. " You giggled thinking about how you wanted a brood of children to homeschool, make three meals a day for, and be driven absolutely crazy by. But as you got older and life took it's fuzzy fun filter off and you began seeing the true colors of the world, that life started to seem less and less ideal. 

You caught Austin's face which was mixed with curiosity and glee. Even though you guys had had some conversations here and there that involved kids he'd never heard this from you before. He was intrigued, "Seriously you wanted twelve kids. You with twelve kids?" He repeated for emphasis.

You laughed, " Yeah. Believe it or not. I like kids and I love my nieces and nephews even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like. So, in a perfect fantasy world. But being realistic though. I think I would like two or four. I wanna have enough but not too many to where I won't have the energy or the time to give them all as much equal time and attention." You explained.

" I get that. And I like that it's even numbers. So no one will ever be left out of games and they'll be able to pair up when we go out to fairs or do activities." He added with a gleam in his eye.

Austin couldn't lie and say that hadn't thought of what life would be like settling down with you and hearing little footsteps roam the halls. Some could say it was too soon to be thinking about things like that, but he couldn't help. You made him want a future with you.

And vice versa. 

" Exactly. Don't want anyone getting lonely." You agreed trying to play off the blush that had captured your face. You pulled a card, " Fourteen. What's your favorite thing about me?" You asked.

" There's so many different things, honey." Austin sighed trying to rack his brain to be able to just pick one thing, and then he said it, " Your unflinching ability to be kind to everyone."

Your twisted up your face, " Really, you think so? " 

It wasn't like you were saying that you thought you were mean. I mean sure you did your best to try and be nice and kind to everyone you came across, but you weren't the type to just stick that label to yourself. 

" YES REALLY. " Austin emphasized, " You'd literally give anyone the clothes off your back and shoes off your feet. You never cease to amaze me with the grace you have with people even when they don't deserve it. Especially in that situation with the Paps the other week. I know it took a lot not to respond to the name calling and picking but you just kept going and even told the man to have ' a blessed day'." Austin recalled the icky interaction you'd had with paparazzi while out with some friends. 

Shaking your head you waved him off, " I just do what I was raised to do. It's a natural thing. Can't sweat that." You said.

And that's exactly what I want you to teach our children. Austin thought. 

" Yeah, babe. I know. But it still adds to your amazingness. " He concluded picking a card, " Alright. Fifteen. Where is somewhere you've always wanted to go, but never been? " 

Your answer was almost instant, " Italy." 

Austin blinked fast smiling, " That was fast." 

You shyly grinned, " Yeah I know. I didn't mean to say it that fast but that's my number one. I've just always been fascinated by the food and culture. And I really feel like I wanna go and immerse myself in it. Ya' know experience it for myself." You told him of your dream.

It was true too. You could see yourself having authentic pasta and taking walks along the rivers. Finally trying pure gelato. Visiting different museums and taking rides on the gondola. It might sound like cliché tourist behavior but you wanted it all. 

Austin was taking note of how you lit up while talking about the idea of visiting and decided to slip that note into his pocket for later. 

Once you'd finished your mini ranting you picked a card, " Sixteen. Name something that you're weirdly good at? "

Austin noodled on the question. Then you watched him grab one of the unused napkins as he started to twist and pinch it in his hands. 

Curious you asked, " What're you doing, my sweet baboo? "

Feeling fuzzy at the name he responded, " You'll see. Just wait a second, honey." 

So waited and watched him. You found it cute how concentrated he looked. 

 And before you knew it. He was handing you a beautifully crafted rose napkin.

" Awe Austin." You gushed. " It's so cute. How'd you learn to do that? " 

" Ah'. It's just something I randomly picked up once. But I think I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." He said. 

" I hope you know I'm going to force you to do this with all our napkins now, right." You teased. 

" That's fine. Anything for you, mama." He moved closer to you now wrapping a arm around you. 

You didn't know why but him saying that, had made something jump in you. Something hot.

And the closer he got, the more you looked at his face. And the more you looked at his face, the more you wanted to sit on it. 

Not being able to help yourself you managed to move in and capture your his lips with yours. They were always so soft. 

After a minute almost reluctantly he pulled back catching apart of his breath, " Woah, Mama. Wait a minute. As much as I'd love to keep going. Don't you still wanna finish the game first? " He asked cupping your face with a hand.

"Nope." You popped the P, " Not really." You spoke before pulling him back in. He groaned in your mouth at the added friction you brought by started to grind slowly into his lap.

Still once more he found the strength to move away, " You sure?" 

You nodded, but just then a funny little tease came to mind, " Know what. Actually, I do have one last question honey." You said running your against his cheek.

" Go for it, darling."

" Final question. What's your favorite sex position." You questioned positioning yourself up some more. You could see the fire dancing in his eyes and from the way he licked his lips you were sure there were fiery thoughts that accompanied them. 

He sighed biting his bottom lip, " Well. If you must know. As old fashion as it may sound. I'd have to say missionary." Taking a squeeze of your ass.

" Why? " You coyly asked.

" Because I like to be able to look you directly in the eye when I make you come over and over again. The faces you make, always looks like art. Care to be my muse? " He asked taking his hand away from your face to move it along down to your throat.

And with that all you could do was nod before you found yourself on your back, on the couch looking a pretty man in the eye while he gave you pretty amazing orgasms. 

#austin butler x black! reader #austin butler #dayofourloves #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #mangoasks #mango answers #austin butler x black reader

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[points at you] FAVORITE CREEPYPASTA OF ALL TIME GO

ALRIGHT FOR ANYONE WHO FOLLOWS THIS BLOG WHO IS YOUNGER/NOT A FAN OF HORROR I'M GONNA PUT A CUT HERE JUST IN CASE: SPOOKY CLOWN VIDEO THUMBNAIL BELOW THE CUT. ((I may be being too cautious but I am well aware that my usual artistic content on this blog may attract people who are less comfy with the uncanny than I am so it never hurts to be respectful))

Ok so fav one I've read, mostly for nostalgia reasons, is of friggin course Chicken Bones

Read it as a kid and it was the earliest reading experience I can remember going "WOAH... YOU CAN HAVE A VILLAIN WITHOUT SEEING THE VILLAIN??? YOU CAN HAVE STORY HAPPEN BEHIND THE SCENES AND STILL KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING WITHOUT IT BEING SPOON-FED TO THE AUDIENCE??? YOU CAN HAVE A CLIFFHANGER ENDING THAT DOESN'T SUCK???? AMAZING" and it's changed my brain chemistry ever since. I want to learn how to do what the ending of chicken bones did to 12 year old me

Also it has a cool setting description at one point and the protagonist's only description is a canonically ugly haircut <333 gotta love me a story where the protagonist isn't a sacred little angel or the coolest guy in the room

CURRENT favorite creepypasta to listen to is Creepsmcpasta's edition of Mayhem Mountain!!!

I GENUINELY USE THIS TO HELP ME FALL ASLEEP.

ITS A DANG GOOD ONE BECAUSE ok ngl I'm just realizing how similar my reasoning is for liking both stories. Apparently I have a type

Anyway spoilers:

- also has a villain (this time with a name) but they never see or interact with him once

- ARCHITECTURAL HORROR!!!!!

- A MIDDLE AGED CAST!!!!

- all with distinct personalities that are shown through the way they interact with each other, not just told as archetypes!!!

- there's TWO girl characters, and they aren't JUST "and this is my unnamed girlfriend who dies" ((my standards are so low for pastas hAHQGEFD))

- THE NARRATION IS. MMMM 👌👌👌 GOALS. The author shows what needs to be shown and tells just enough without it being too much and its delicious

- actually really accurate descriptions of what it's like to be in a life or death situation instead of the protag reacting like an anime character or an action hero to it

- and apparently I'm a huge sucker for "the villain is still at large" stories where the villain is a normal human instead of an unkillable monster

ANYWAY YES. CREEPYPASTAS MY BE FRIGGIN L O V E D. There's more good ones but these two take the cake for me hands down

#plot twist; im actually a horror junkie #i make cute art bc it's literally doctors orders. i am choosing to be wholesome on the daily with this silly singing animal content #im fully writing a mascot horror comic for one class and developing a comedy-horror rpg game in another #GRIPS THE TABLE. SPOOKY STUFF IS MY OG TRUE LOVE TILL I DIE #ramblin #creepypasta #creepsmcpasta #creepypasta chicken bones #creepypasta mayhem mountain #mayhem mountain #chicken bones #idk if those need a tag but im adding them anywat #my asks lol #queuwu #also yes that is why the comic abt silly singing animals is coming slow: the amount of other stuff im doing atm #is dissolving me

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Tag 10 (or however many) people you want to get to know better

Favorite color(s): Red and Black, particularly their combination. No question, no competition.

Song stuck in your head: Stary sky, Two steps from Hell. 

Last song you listened to: Starset - Die for You. 

Three favorite foods: Chicken, Pizza, Pasta

Dream trip: Mmmm...i want to see many places in the world, but i really want to visit Venice with a loved one one day, i’ve always wanted that.

Anything I want right now: Stable income, sleep, and SPARE TIME TO WRITE GODDAMN IT AAAAAAAHHH *GRABS CAMERA* LET ME WRIIITEEEEE-

Tagged by: @cherrychitters, @infinite-xerath, @metalheaduo

Tagging: If i follow you, i want to know more about you, so if you see this, feel welcome to take it and consider it as that i tagged you

#ooc #mun stuff #dash memes

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I’m all with your theory of Alden being neverseen but I think it would be better if he wasn’t. I hate him as much as you do but it seems like it would be better if he was just a regular law abiding person. He’s a good person on the surface, he helps all good causes. But he uses it all for personal gain, only making choices that help him In the end. Making him neverseen would help fitz and biana in terms of helping them accept and understand the abuse they faced. Yet it would be so much more powerful if he wasn’t. He’s willing to console the ruwens when they lose their daughter, yet he locks his own in her room. He’s nice to Dex, a person with a lot of quirks, but he yells at his own son for being anything less than perfect. He can be a good person, a nice one even, but his children don’t see that side of him. Him being a member/leader of the neverseen would validate their trauma, but wouldn’t it be better if they were stuck believing they deserved it. Isn’t it more heartbreaking when your father’s so forgiving of any flaws, and yet you still manage to disappoint him.

Sorry for the rant

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

oh that's some fantastic angst right there

ooooohohohohh

oooooh

He’s willing to console the ruwens when they lose their daughter, yet he locks his own in her room. He’s nice to Dex, a person with a lot of quirks, but he yells at his own son for being anything less than perfect.

mmmm im going to cry now thank you very much

this is so painful it tastes like iron on your tongue GAH

anyways this is an excellent and valid take, and i appreciate this sooo much, im gonna have to simmer with this like a pan of pasta sauce.

maybe i just want to be nice to Fitz and Biana for once and give them trauma that's validated, but oh man this is so tempting as a thought tbh

like aaaaah

alden as a good man to everyone but his own children

stab me in the chest why don't cha

#im in SO MUCH PAIN RN #kotlc #thanks for the ask! #kotlc fitz #kotlc biana #kotlc alden #alden vacker #biana vacker #fitz vacker #all the homies at least mildly dislike alden #neverseen alden vacker #kotlc rant #not my take or my rant but its glorious tbh #angst angst baby #angst #kotlc angst #tw bad parenting #tw child abuse mention

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10 people you want to know better

got tagged by @queermoths :) tysm artie this is fun

relationship status: single </3

favourite colours: HEE HEEE i looove purple. my favorite. i also love bright green, and turquoise. and i loooove super super bright slightly pinkish red. yessssssss.

favourite foods: godddd. rice. rice absolutely. in any shape and form. i love it plain i love it mixed i love it fried i love it stuffed (theres this asian chain restaurant i ADORE here that makes fried rice balls stuffed with mozzarella cheese served with teriyaki. i think about that dish at least once a day.)

song stuck in my head: action cat by gerard way <3

last thing you googled: "sniffer minecraft" i had to spread propaganda

time: 18:29

dream trip: god i wanna go to japan so bad. i wanna go to tokyo and eat japanese street food and see the bustling city from up close and the bright lights..... i really thrive in big cities i adore them.

last thing you read: reread chainsaw man volume 7 :) i luv it sooo much

last book you enjoyed reading: god i honestly dont remember the last time i finished a book. but im currently reading hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy and having fun with it :) im a slow reader tho .....

favourite thing to cook/bake: mmmm. im definitely more a cook than a baker. i dont like measuring stuff or following rules. i like doing my own thang. probably rice FKNFDS. super fun to make. mostly make it either plain or mixed with veggies (and a metric fun ton of garlic).

favourite craft to do in your free time: honestly just drawing. i draw a bit less lately since i have a job but GOD drawing is my favorite thing in the whole wide world. not very related but i want to learn how to sew as well.......

most niche dislike: oh this is a hard question. i cant remember all the things i dislike nfgdjgndfg. my friend michael helped me out here. its not a niche thing on itself but its niche to dislike it. i do not like sauce on my pasta </3 tried many many a time. i simply do not like it. buttered noodles for me and thats it.

opinion on circuses: god i ADORE circuses. last time i was in one was in likeeeee. 3rd grade i think. i love circuses and i love clowns and i always have.

do you have any sense of direction: god yes. i can go somewhere exactly Once and remember the exact path to that location Forever. i have terrible swiss cheese memory otherwise, but im great with directions.

tysm again for tagging me :) ill tag @illmamnim @my-friends-fan @kiryma @facelesswildlink @cherrrycrow @alltimefade @crabussy and anybody else who wants to join in ^_^

#chris noises #tag game #misc #woohoo! this was fun

[beidaydream]

Here is a random story I wrote on a whim.

Story title: All I want

Summary: Your woke up to a stranger in your bed and a euphoric memory of last night in your head. But one-night stands aren't really suppose to stay for this long..right?

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The morning after a party is something to dread. Your head pounds from all those stupid shots you took last night to impress them You can’t remember much of last night, but seem to remember that they didn’t notice you anyway. You wake up to someone in the bed with you.

A one-night-stand? While you were in love with someone else? Bad decision.

But either way, you let them sleep for a while more. You get up from the bed and make your way to the bathroom. You’ve never dreaded doing your morning routine as much as today. The mirror relays an image back of one who looks like death itself. You groan and proceed to wash your face, and do your skincare routine.

Being hungry and hungover, with a stranger still in your bed, is not the best situation to be in right now. You just want to eat something comforting and that stranger to leave as soon as possible. But as the good host you usually are, you start preparing ingredients to make breakfast for 2. Whilst you are whisking the egg yolks and parmesan together, you hear footsteps. He must’ve woken up. The footsteps makes slowly makes its way down the hallway and towards you.

Warms hands start to find its way around your waist and a heavy head rests on your shoulders.
“Good morning..” He asks you. His morning voice, hoarse and tired. You sneak a look at his face, eyes barely opened and hair as messy as yours. But for some reason it looks adorable on this handsome stranger...

"What're you making?" His voice breaks your train of thought about his appearance.

“Just pasta, hope you don’t mind.” You reply him with a small smile.

His arms wrap tighter around you, making you feel a few butterflies in your stomach. He buries his head in your shoulder, mumbling something that doesn’t reach your ears.

“Did you say something? I didn’t catch that.” You chuckle. 
“Mmmm” He doesn’t reply with words, just a small grumble that vibrates your bare shoulder. “Can we just go back to bed?”

His reply catches you off guard and it makes your ears turn slightly red. But you regain your composure, “Nope, I don’t want to waste these ingredients.” You say, sternly, while buttering the pan to start cooking the pasta.

His arms let go of your waist and his head lifts from your shoulder. ‘He must be disappointed that I’m not wanting to do more’ You think to yourself. But to your surprise, you feel a hand exploring the front of your hips, slowly reaching lower and lower.

Your breath starts to get heavier as you realize what is going to happen. But as you put the spatula down to take his hand off your body, his free hand holds yours firmly down on the counter. The hand on your hips start to take up more space and push your lower half back towards him.

You try to use your free hand to turn off the stove and take his hands off you. "Not.. not right now" You say in between heavy breaths from melting as his warm touch on your abdomen, bouncing you closer to his body.

"Why not princess?" His words are just making you succumb to him even more. "You're telling me no but your body is signaling something else."

You can't even deny it. You don't want to lose though, so you clear your mind as much as you can and swiftly turn around. Now his body fully touches yours, his hand not following your body and is now on your ass, and his eyes looking you up and down with so much lust.

You take a moment to acknowldge his appearance. Realizing how handsome, tall, and fit he was. Making you forget about what you wanted to say, don't even need to mention your, so-called, "crush". You wonder how he looked last night, when you guys had sex-

"Mmm" He hums, moving his hand from your ass to your waist and using the other to fix your hair. "Done checking me out, doll?"

His question made you realize that you were staring at him for a bit too long.. 'Snap out if it y/n!' You mentally slap yourself out of those thoughts

"U-uh.. Yes.." You stutter, emberassed. "As I wanted to say, Not now. I-Iwant to have breakfast. I have recollection of eating yesterday after coming home.. and I bet you haven't eaten either." You tell him, making yourself sound as serious as possible.

"Oh princess.." He replies. His voice so deep and smooth, you can't help but get flustered. What doesn't help is that his face starts getting closer to you, hand still twirling your hair. "I did have dinner, and so did you." He hums, his lips centimeters away from yours. It takes you a while to understand what he said. But once you did, your face turns crimson and you cover your mouth with the hand of your hand, trying to avert any eye contact if him.

He backs up a bit to take that hand in your hair to hold yours. He interlocks your fingers with his and flips your hand around, softly kissing it. "And I would like to have my breakfast now." He says with his eyes locked on you.

All you were able to do was look in his direction for a bit. Completely speechless by how straight-foward but flirty he was. "T-then wait for me to finish cooking.." You mumble, trying to look at him. He stares at you for a bit longer and then nods his head.

You take a second to calm yourself. A few deep breaths, and a few peaks at this man. He's sitting at your small 2-person dining table, his head resting on his hand, facing you. Chuckling and clearly amused at how flustered you got. You collect yourself and pout at him before continue cooking.

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"Thank you for the food!" He excitedly says while you sit down

[ombreblossom]

Tagged by: @morning-softness

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Blue and purple

Favorite food: Mapo tofu, kara-age chicken, hot pot, (super specific but) Firebird’s Chicken Pasta, most things with chocolate, tofu scramble, and a ton more haha. I love food~

Song stuck in my head: “Sakura Nagashi” by Hikaru Utada

Last thing i googled: “shure mv7” (an expensive microphone I might get for podficcing someday)

Dream trip: I want to return to Kyoto, Japan and, if at all possible, find my host family from when I stayed there over a decade ago.

Last book read/currently reading: Add Magic to Taste, edited by Duck Prints Press

Last book enjoyed: Add Magic to Taste, edited by Duck Prints Press

Last book hated: Anna had The Fountainhead here, and same haha. As the years go by, I loathe Ayn Rand more and more. But for me, I think I read The Great Gatsby more recently, so ah. That one.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Chicken noodle soup and kara-age! I also make a pretty mean omelette. Baking doesn’t interest me as much anymore, but I’ll still bake a few apple crisps this season.

Most niche dislike: Mmmm. Typing on my phone? I’ll do it if I have to, but I’ve gone out of my way to make things that’d normally do on my phone easier to do on my desktop.

Opinions on the circus: Acrobats ARE amazing. All the folks involved in circuses are talented as fuck. I still kind of avoid them, though, because of the history there.

Sense of direction: Ahhh fairly bad. I can follow directions just fine, but it takes me a long, long time to get used to a place enough to navigate without them. 

Some people I want to get to know better!

@wernnaa, @bluejayblueskies, @rosy-cheekx, @acemartinblackwood, and @maliciously-delicious~ and anyone else who wants to do it!

#ombre was tagged by #morning softness #ombre talks

[scrambled-mindfor-you]

Mmmm pasta

I want pasta now

Don't hab noodles :(

Goofy

Brain thinking

Eat spicy thing

Yeowch

More yeowch

Can't stop eating

Drink water

[jamesbuckybarnes19174]

i love you james… love you so much… mhm i got you n you got me… mmm… ‘m all yours… n you’re all mine… mhm will be all okay… mhm yes please… more kissies… *squeezes ur hand* i love you baby… i love you… *falls asleep*

*slowly stirs awake, gently rubbing ur side* hi honey… *smiles softly, pecking ur nose* i gotta go… i’ll see you n kobik later, yeah? you want me to bring her home? or maybe you guys can visit me at work before you go home if you pick her up *smiles, kissing n hugging u* i love you honey… i’ll see you, yeah? i love you…

💌voice message to jamie🐺: hi honey… hope you’re doing okay… i’m okay… little tired, but that’s it… *yawns softly* mmm i had a really good time with you last night… *chuckles softly* i m-missed you… i really missed being about to be with you in general, not just that stuff… it felt nice… like first time was just us in a while… so was nice…. not that i don’t love having kobik around, just is nice for time just for us… *chuckles softly* anyways… i can’t wait to see you guys tonight… tell kobik we can make pasta tonight if she wants… *chuckles softly* i’d make anything she wants… mmmm is that a good parenting style? *chuckles* oh gosh, still hasn’t fully hit me that we’re sort of parents… *snorts* anyways… i hope you have a good day honey… i love you so much… i can’t wait to see you later… i love you…

💌message to jamie🐺: hi i miss u i love u :)

💌message to jamie🐺: hope ur having a good day:) here is my breakfast *sends a picture of my bagel* bagel with peanut butter :) 👍

💌message to jamie🐺: i love uuuuu

*wakes up, smiling a little lazily when I see you, blushing at your kiss* mmm I have to go into my office today so I’ll get her, baby…will stop by if we can…*smiles at you and kisses and hugs you back* I love you too baby…mhm I’ll see you later…be safe, I love you

💌voice message to bunny: hey baby…’m alright just tired…hope you’re okay…both tired I guess *chuckles* I had a good time last night too…oh I missed every single about you, baby *chuckles* doin’ that with you but in general too, so fuckin’ much…mhm was nice to have time to just us…think we’ll have to…make sure we always got that time hm? With kobik bein’ around now…mhm I’ll tell you we can make pasta *chuckles* she’s a little down after all the testin’ but should be done with it for a bit at least…she misses you…*chuckles* ‘s not a bad parent in’ style unless she’s askin’ for ice cream for every meal everyday then I think we gotta out our feet down *snorts* it hasn’t hit me yet either…was my first day comin’ back into work and ‘m just gettin’…so many questions *chuckles* I hope you’re havin’ a good day too baby…I love you so much…I’ll see you soon…I love you…

*walks past the lab with kobik, waving to you when you turn towards us and blows you a kiss, kobik copying me and blowing a kiss to you too*

💌message to bunny: hi doll :) I miss you and love you :)

💌message to bunny: that looks like a good breakfast :) I wish was eating with you baby *sends a picture of kobik sitting at my desk in my office, drawing*

💌message to bunny: I love you too❤️