#*grape munching noises*

[grape-jucie-dog]

Not a big soda drinker.

But Cream Soda Root Beer?? That shit slaps. And I normally fuckin hate root beer.

[muwapsturniolo]

Munchies 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

"Don't want food."

⟢ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! mentions of smoking, Chris having munchies, cannibal!Chris (say sum i dare you). oral, (f), fingering, squirting, overstimulation.

divider and cannibal chris cred @bernardsbendystraws

Starving.

Chris was starving, his stomach feeling like it was caving in on itself. He had smoked outside about thirty minutes before, the grape-flavored wrap along with the weed doing nothing but making him even more hungry, and the longer he sat, the worse it got.

It was simple, he had the munchies - but not for food.

With hazy eyes, he looks down at the girl's thighs, licking his lips as he stares at the soft, plump skin. He could feel his mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her. He lazily taps her thigh with two fingers, immediately capturing the girl's attention.

She looks away from the tv, her eyes wide in curiosity as she stares at him.

"M'hungry," he mutters softly, placing his palms on her thigh a bit higher up than usual. "Did you want me to make you something to eat?" He hums lazily, eyeing her thighs once more before shaking his head.

"Don't want food."

She gasps softly as he drops to the ground in front of the couch, quickly yanking down her shorts and pushing her legs to her chest.

"Chris we're on the co-I don't care."

He spits directly on her clit, the girl flinching at the feeling. He looks at her expectantly, commanding her with his eyes.

She trails her right hand toward her center and begins rubbing his spit into her folds, whimpering at the pleasurable feeling. He watches with hungry eyes, enjoying the way her own slick exudes and mixes with his spit.

He needed her, all of her, and quickly.

He slaps her hand away and immediately dives in, his mouth attaching itself right to her clit. Her jaw drops in shock, a moan leaving her mouth as her hands tangle in his hair.

He moans into her, his tongue swirling around her clit before licking in between her folds, scooping her essence into his mouth.

"Taste so fuckin' good," he heaves as he continues to devour her, his nose and chin already glistening with her juices. His fingers dig into her thighs, surely leaving bruises as he pushes them towards her chest.

Lewd slurping and squelching noises mixed with her moans and his groans were all you heard, their sounds overpowering the volume of the TV. She could feel her own slick and his spit trailing down her ass and onto the couch, soaking the fabric and creating a wet patch.

Chris knew he was being messy, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He was a starved man eating the best meal in the world.

He just couldn't get enough.

He lays his tongue down flat, shaking his head back and forth before wrapping his mouth around her clit once more, easily sliding two fingers into her clenching hole and curling them right against that sensitive spot.

She moans loudly, throwing her head back and clenching her eyes shut at the pleasurable feeling. It was embarrassing at how quick her orgasm was forming, but Chris didn't care - it drove him to keep going.

Her fingers yank at his hair as her orgasm hits her in full throttle, her eyes rolling back as her vision goes white. She fully expected him to stop, to let her bask in the afterglow and give her the soft kisses he usually does, but that didn't happen.

He keeps going.

Her back arches off the couch as his tongue flicks over clit at a rapid speed, his fingers still curling inside her.

"F-fuck!" she gasps and looks down at him, watching the way he munches away at her happily with closed eyes.

It was too much, but it felt too good to stop, her hips grinding against his face as her body greedily begged for more pleasure. Her moans turn into deep and sharp breaths, almost as if she is doing a breathing exercise, as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

She could feel the difference, the pressure on her bladder, and her thighs shaking.

"Chri-" she lets out a high-pitched moan, almost a scream, as he begins curling his fingers faster and applying more pressure.

Her whole body tenses as the second orgasm washes over her, tears forming in her eyes as he works her through it. Her juices had splashed all over Chris's face, drenching him, the couch, and the floor in its wake.

Chris wasn't fully satisfied, but he knew after squirting she couldn't handle any more pleasure for at least half an hour. He pulled away from her soaked cunt, pulling his fingers out before popping them in his mouth and licking them clean, moaning at the taste.

She lays against the couch, panting with tears in her eyes as she tries to calm herself down. He stands to his full height, scooping the girl up in his arms and walking downstairs towards his room.

"Th-the cou- Fuck the couch, I'm still hungry."

[rentenier3148]

I Tried Not to Love You

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: You're an ex Avenger turned legislative assistant at the same time your ex boyfriend turned congressman. After avoiding him for years, Bucky calls you one night and asks for help. When a black void threat plunges the team, not only are you fighting the world—but also the versions of yourself you tried to forget.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warning: THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS, So... so much angst, ex boyfriend and congressman Bucky (yes, it needs it's own warning), PTSD with a dark past, mentions of violence but nothing graphic, no use of y/n, not proofread

A.N: I did say I want to write something for Loki which is in the works! But I had to get this out of my head after watching Thunderbolts. Requests are open! I'll gladly make more!

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“Are you kidding me, Barnes?” You tell him frustrated over the phone pinching your nose bridge.

You’re sitting at home munching on some grapes you had in a bowl while you reviewed some pending bills waiting to be signed on your lap. The TV is on with a movie playing that you stopped paying attention to. It’s just some background noise to disturb the silence.

“I need someone who won’t flinch.” He said on the other line.

You haven’t talked to Bucky in years, you tried avoiding him after your break up. Until you found out he was running for congress at the same time you became a legislative assistant. Then the gala came that Valentina Allegra de Fontaine hosted is where you—unfortunately, but quite amusingly—encountered him again. 

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The tux he wore made you gasp slightly and stand still for a good few seconds. He saw you eye him down and a small softness glazed over his face that nobody else would notice but you. Then you both looked away at the same time. 

When you stood before the big ‘A’ he walked beside you. Quite frankly you didn’t notice him while you were reminiscing of your past as an Avenger. Maybe your keen assassin senses were starting to lack, or maybe his super soldier stealth was too good for you to catch up. You two were always butting heads about that.

“Didn’t think I would see you here.” He told you softly, he glanced my way but I stayed looking at the ‘A’. He pulled you out of whatever memory was playing in your head, and now you’re back to reality.

“Only here for the hors d’oeuvres and also my boss wanted me to gather information on others for an impeachment of someone.” You said with a sigh, like you were exhausted.

Bucky’s ears perked up. “Impeachment of who?” He asked but quieter this time. Hiding the fact he already knows who the suspected person is.

“It’s none of your business. Besides, why are you talking to me, congressman Barnes?” I say finally looking at him. I furrow my eyebrows at him, hoping it would scare him off but to no avail.

“I can’t compliment you and your outfit tonight, sweetheart?” He smiles the smile that makes you cause a flutter in your stomach. You hated it.

“No.”

“Well, you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” 

You stayed quiet with the scowl on your face that’s contradicting with the blush slowly coming up your cheeks. 

“Look, I know we ended things on bad terms back then. But since we’re in the same job now—why not at least be a bit friendly?” Bucky asks gently this time. That smile is still plastered on his face.

“I'd be more friendly if I was your assistant, but I’m not—aren't I? Plus if I was, one of us would've been dead by now.” 

“I would love to be killed by you, doll.” He says playfully. I’ve had enough of his smile and petnames already.

“You’re infuriating.” You say as you quickly turn around and walk away. You didn’t notice the biggest breath of air he let out and his smile faltering as he remembers how much he loved you. 

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“So… his name is Bob?” You ask. It almost sounds like a joke. On the other side of the line you hear a faint ‘Yeah, Bob.’ and a sigh from Bucky.

“... I’ll go.” You said after a moment. Bucky on the other side sort of hoped you didn’t agree so that you could stay safe. But he has no other option and really needed you to help him out.

“I’ll send you the coordinates so be prepared to leave soon,” he says until he goes softer, “thanks, by the way.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You both stayed on the line until you finally tell him that you’ll be on the way. You hang up on him and stare off at the TV huffing a big sigh. You cannot believe that you got yourself roped into this. But you needed a bit of excitement anyway. 

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You are currently sitting in the back of a van on the way to the old Avengers tower—now called the Watchtower—where it held many fond and sad memories. You feel an ache in your stomach the closer you get. 

Bucky and a bigger and older—though probably not as old as Bucky—man who you met named Alexei sit in the front while Bucky drives. You can slightly overhear them talking about being super soldiers and what kind of ‘super serum’ each one got.

“I don't know. Regular? Hydra.”

It’s an awkward silence between everyone else that you briefly met. You try to look anywhere else but at the others, but you guess the ceiling is quite appealing.

“How do you know Bucky?” Asks the blonde short haired girl. Yelena you faintly remember. You were best friends with her sister, Natasha. Yelena sought comfort in you after she died trying to find some type of closure. But you don’t think you helped her out much with that, and you get the sense she still feels the same way.

“We fought together when we were in the Avengers.” You intentionally kept it short and sweet. Yelena slightly squints her eyes at you—probably sensing I’m hiding more. A lot more.

The man with an odd copycat uniform of Steve’s Captain America suit—John—barks a short chuckle with a small shake to his head. You’re confused by his reaction.

A soft hum of acknowledgement from the other girl in the much cooler uniform comes out of her—Ava you think—until you crash into the tower. 

You all get out of the van and start fighting the OXE group soldiers. 

Then someone’s voice overhead speaks. It’s Valentina. She says that she intentionally left the doors unlocked and was expecting us. You watch Bucky headbutt a soldier as they hit the ground, making you slightly jump at the sight.

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Bucky’s arm is broken off as he is hauled to the wall. Bob—or Sentry as he is referred to now—sees you and comes towards you. You don’t know if it’s because of how terrified you are or because he is too quick, but he seemingly appears behind you and grabs your neck. Cutting off your oxygen supply and throws you hard against the wall making everything in your vision a bit blurry and feeling lightheaded.

You lift your head and see Bucky’s metal arm being picked up at the same time you are lifted by your feet and stumbling quickly to the elevator. The lights in the elevator are so bright that you don’t notice that Bucky was holding your side, gripping hard enough to not let you fall but supple enough to not hurt you further.

You all stumble out of the elevator and into the streets. The heated arguments commence between each other while you try your best to catch your breath. With your eyebrows knitted together, you take a look at Bucky as he reattaches his arm and does that swing thing to get it working again. 

How it still makes your stomach flutter, but your emotions are so strong that you don’t notice.

“Are you okay?” He says to me with concern.

“James, what the hell was that?” You scold. “I didn’t agree to this, I agreed to help you get Bob and take down Valentina. Not almost die.”

“I… didn’t think this would happen.” he looks at me solemnly, a hint of regret behind that sentence.

“Yeah, like how you didn’t think I would be hurt after what you said that night.” You are full on angry and seeing red at this point. 

It was bound to happen that you and him were to eventually work together. But not like this. You expected an office, writing memos and debate about the tax increase on produce. Quick, simple, and nothing more. This was more than that, and you were livid. Along with the past starting to resurface. 

“What does that have to do with what’s going on now?” His eyebrows are now furrowed. By this point, everyone else had already walked away, you both were the only ones left in front of the tower. 

“Oh, it has everything to do with what’s going on now. I really didn’t want to be part of this at all. And I really didn’t want to see you at the gala, much less have you talk to me. I wanted to never see you again because you let me go that night and I wanted so badly for you to come chasing after me… and yet you didn’t.”

A beat.

“I want to hate you so bad… but I can’t bring myself to do that sometimes…” you grew quieter with your head starting to hang low and your eyes staring at the concrete. 

Bucky stood there listening to me. His eyebrows slowly unfurrowing and a sigh comes out of his mouth. 

“I didn’t want to let you go that night. I couldn’t chase after you either, I thought that you didn’t want me around anymore. At the gala, you looked so stunning that I needed to talk to you. I couldn’t resist how beautiful you looked. I thought things were okay and that maybe I could fix things.” He spoke softly, as if he slightly raised his voice that you would disappear. 

“Well obviously they aren’t okay. Especially now.” You huffed out, you looked up at him to fully see his sorrowful expression.

A quiet wave came over the both of you.

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“A bit late for that.”

Then suddenly a suspicious overcast started looming over you. You both look up with a squint and see a floating black figure, It’s hard to recognize who it is at all. Even the outfit and cape the figure wore was pitch black.

You see the figure stretch out their arm and slowly a black starts emerging from the ground. The moment it touched a person, it was just a shadow.

A panic crashes into you as you see people running, cars are crashing into each other, and a helicopter crashes into a building. The rubble starts falling, you and Bucky immediately run to rescue any standbyers who were about to be crushed. 

Bucky saves an elderly couple by a car flying towards them with his metal arm sending the car flying over. I speed over to a little girl to grab her away from the falling rubble.

The blackness is starting to creep closer and closer.

From the corner of your eye, you see John trying to hold up a large piece of rubble from a mother and baby. You go over and try to hold it up as well, then everyone who had swarmed off came to help. Bucky was the last to join, you sensed his reluctance. 

After saving the mother and baby, the six of you head over to find cover under an alcove in a building. 

The blackness is quickly spreading, turning more and more people into shadows. You lean against the wall looking down at the ground, wondering what can be done. This is basically impossible, there’s no way to fight a thing that can turn people into shadows. 

You’re taken out of your trance to see Yelena step out to confront the being. You stare off in shock when she's turned into a shadow. Something hits you on the inside which makes you realize what needs to be done—or perhaps a guess at trying to fix it.

You step out and follow Yelena’s footsteps immediately turning into a shadow. 

You didn’t hear when Bucky cried out your name thinking that you had just made a suicidal decision.

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You jolt awake, looking around your surroundings. You recognize it too well.

You’re standing in the warehouse of your first mission during your youth. 

The organization was a hybrid between the Red Room and Hydra, it essentially was the worst of the worst. Training you and rehabilitating you to become their most perfect assassin. Potentially becoming better than their Winter Soldier program and the girls who were trained in the Red Room.

You stood with a pistol in your hand that’s aimed at the temple of your older sister. You remember that your age didn’t hit double digits yet while your sister just turned ten. Your sister is on her knees with her hands tied behind your back. Your job was to execute your family to prevent you from being held back and expressing empathy.

Your sister pleaded your name and cried to let her go. You did not want to remember anything else so you merely closed your eyes as you heard the ‘bang’ that little you produced from the pistol. Your breathing staggers, then you open your eyes.

The same scene is repeated. You go over and grab hold of the gun to stop little you from doing anything else. 

“Don’t do this, please.” 

“You’re in my way, you need to leave!” Little you squeaks, quickly positioning the gun to your face and pulling the trigger.

You seemingly open your eyes again to turn and see the same scene repeat again. Before doing anything else, you see an open door with a white light emitting from the other side. You run towards it and step through.

As you step through, you open another door. You looked back and it looks like you stepped out of a small storage closet with the warehouse completely gone. You look around and it’s your room back at the Avengers compound. 

You see ahead of you the scene play out. Past you and past Bucky in the most heated argument you’ve ever had. You look outside the large panned windows of your room and recognize it’s night time. 

It’s that night.

“I can’t believe you did that shit! Are you too stuck in your Winter Soldier ways? Is that why you turned on me?” Past you scolded. 

“You know I had no choice, you would do the same if you were in my position. I know how blood thirsty you can be…” He says with a scowl. You notice the blood stained knuckles past Bucky has and past you’s hair was slightly damp from sweat and stress. 

“I’m not as bloody thirsty as you, Winter Soldier.” Past you leaned closer with her finger pointing into his chest.

“Winter Soldier or not, I would’ve murdered you on the spot if I wanted to… And I really did.” Past Bucky said with no remorse. Not even a change of expression, from your perspective you could see a hint of Winter Soldier peeking through his pupils. 

Past you was mortified at his emotionless retort. With a small breath in, she looked deep into his eyes and said those words that you—and possibly her—never thought you would ever say in your life. 

“I’m done with you.”

With that, past you storm out of your room slamming the door. You watch past Bucky bury his face in his and a long breath comes out of his mouth.

He didn’t go chasing after past you. 

A single tear also falls from your face. You feel a presence slightly behind you. You quickly turn around and see it’s Bucky.

Your Bucky. 

You can’t contain it anymore and the flood gates open. A hitch escapes from you from the sight of him. Bucky comes over and holds you so tight as if the entire world depended on it. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Bucky whispers so gently. You cry into his chest, unable to produce any other word. But you feel like Bucky understood what you wanted to say.

The scene starts repeating itself. Neither of us could help to look at it again. It was already too painful to experience it a second time.

“I found a way outta here.” He tells you once you started to calm down. You look up at him and see a few tears falling from his eyes as he wipes yours away. His hand stays there a bit longer cupping your cheek and you both give in to a kiss.

It was deep and emotional that it almost made you cry again. You missed this so much, you’re certain that he does as well since his hands didn’t leave your face. Cradling you so soft and so warm, despite his cold vibranium hand and his flesh one. 

It feels like eternity when you both finally separate. Bucky’s hands graces down your neck to your shoulders, however the vibranium hand is the one that holds one of yours to guide you to the supposed exit out of this nightmarish memory. 

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You wake up on the ground all sprawled out. Your head is pounding with a fading memory. The last thing you remember was holding back Bob from beating up his ‘Void’ with everyone else holding on as well. 

Also when we all reunited within the ‘Void’ someone asked about how our pasts were and Bucky said a sarcastic comment. “Oh I have a great past, so I’m totally fine.” or something along those lines with that stupid smirk he sometimes gives. 

You slowly gather yourself up and push your hair out of your face. You notice everyone else is getting up as well, then you see Bucky. You both embrace and lips crash. The moment was shortened when you overhear the others checking in on Bob who’s no longer the other ‘him’. 

Turns out, he doesn’t remember a thing and is just happy to know that he’s back with his friends.

You all spot Valentina Allegra de Fontaine getting up from the rubble. We walk up towards her as she tries to defend herself and walks behind a plastic sheet. From behind it, we are encountered with the press. The flashing lights and shuttering noise of the cameras overwhelm you that you don’t even hear Valentina introducing the lot of you as the ‘New Avengers’.

But you do see Yelena going up to Valentina and whisper something in her ear—a potential threat—as she falters slightly.

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“I don’t think Avengers with a ‘Z’ is gonna cut it…” You say concerningly to Alexei.

“It’s so soft too! It feels like the bottom of a baby seal. ‘Lena touch it.” Alexei proclaims in his new ‘Avengerz’ jumpsuit as he walks to Yelena and stretches out his arm inviting her to feel the… softness.

“No. I don’t want to touch the bottom of a baby seal.” Yelena sternly says without looking up at him.

You sigh and lay back on the couch. You never would have thought that Sam—of all people—would have a lawsuit against us. He is Bucky’s closest confidant and someone he considers as family. You’re sure that Bucky feels a little backstabbed by all this.

You glance up at Bucky, his elbows resting on his knees as he looks down in deep thought. You place your hand on his lower back and draw circles of comfort on them. Bucky looks back at you and gives you a small kiss. This—unfortunately—catches the attention of Alexei.

“Wait, since when did you and him become… a thing?” He points between us trying to connect the pieces together.

“Since last year right? Our anniversary was a few months ago.” You say calmly while Bucky tries to—very poorly—hide his gentle smile.

“Months?!” Everyone says in unison. 

You draw an awkward smile at everyone with a prolonged “Yeah…” and a giggle right after.

“So there was more of a history between you two, huh?” Yelena confidently says. Her suspicions a year ago were proven correct.

“A lot more history.” Bucky quietly says looking back at you confirming his statement. You just softly nod back with a hum.

“Wonder when we’ll know the rest…” Ava says quietly.

Silence hits the room, until the suction of Bob’s milkshake ignites a lightbulb in your brain. You stand up immediately. 

“You know, if Sam is going to file a lawsuit against us he’s gonna have a good lawyer with him.”

Everyone chimes in, intrigued but confused at what you’re trying to say. 

You start pacing the room with a finger on your chin, Bucky could probably see the gears turning extra hard.

“That means we’re gonna need a lawyer.”

“Well duh, how else is this supposed to go down? We represent ourselves?” John retorts to you while fiddling with the unlabeled buttons of his chair.

“I think that wouldn’t go well if we did, you know… since my other ‘me’ did that last year… um, yeah.” Bob says out loud from his secluded spot, then returns to drinking his milkshake.

Your pacing stops as you look at everyone in the room, a devious smirk spreads your cheeks. Bucky also smirks, but you don’t think he has the same idea as you do.

“I know a lawyer… a really good lawyer…”

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I really love all the engagement on my series so far! I promise I'll return to it soon. If you want to be tagged, just comment or pm me and I'll add you. Thanks for reading!! <3

[daycare-care]

galaxy/Space themed activities

coloring pages

Activity sheets

Quests

Build Your Spaceship

Story: Your plushie crew is ready for liftoff, but the spaceship needs to be finished! Quest:

Make a spaceship out of a cardboard box, blankets, pillows, or chairs.

Decorate it with stars, stickers, buttons, or drawings.

Name your ship! (e.g., "The Cozy Comet" or "USS Snugglecraft")

Bonus: Make control panels with paper and crayons (lots of pretend buttons to press!).

Star Map Seeker

Story: You’re the official star mapper of the galaxy — chart those constellations! Quest:

Look out a window at night or pretend indoors with glow stars.

Draw a star map: connect stars into shapes and give them silly names.

Mark where your spaceship is going next!

Mission Log Journal

Story: Astronaut [Your Name] must keep a mission journal! Quest:

Write or draw what your day in space was like (pretend or real!).

Describe any aliens you met, planets you saw, or snacks you made.

📔 Add Stickers: Decorate your “mission logbook” with stars, planets, or plushies.

Galaxy Ranger Badge

Story: Complete missions to earn your Space Ranger badge! Quest:

Choose 3 missions (from this list or your own).

Make a paper badge or sticker with a star on it.

Wear it proudly or give one to a plushie crew member too!

🎖️ Badge Names: "Snack Officer," "Navigator," "Captain Cozy"

Alien Rescue Mission

Story: An alien plushie is lost on a faraway pillow planet! Quest:

Hide a plushie somewhere in your room.

Follow clues or draw a map to find them.

Bring them to your spaceship and take care of them with food/snuggles.

🍼 Roleplay Add-On: Feed them “space snacks” or wrap them in a blanket!

Moon Camp Snuggle Time

Story: You’ve landed on the moon and it’s bedtime at base! Quest:

Set up a cozy nap spot in a “lunar cave” (blankets or tent).

Bring a flashlight or star projector.

Snuggle with a plushie and listen to gentle music or white noise.

💤 Imagination Tip: Say goodnight to the stars one by one.

Recipes

🍇 1. Galaxy Fruit Wands

You’ll Need:

Blueberries (stars)

Purple grapes (galaxies)

Starfruit or watermelon stars (use a star cutter!)

Skewers or safe sticks

How to Make:

Slide fruit onto your stick in a galaxy swirl pattern.

Add a starfruit piece on top like a magic space wand!

🌌 Pretend Name: “Cosmic Comet Pops!”

🌀 2. Nebula Yogurt Swirl

You’ll Need:

Vanilla or blueberry yogurt

Purple and blue food coloring (optional)

Star sprinkles or edible glitter

How to Make:

Divide yogurt into bowls and mix in galaxy colors.

Swirl together gently (don’t mix too much).

Add sprinkles and call it stardust!

🥄 Serve With: Space spoons (glittery or decorated with stickers)!

🍪 3. Moon Rocks (Snack Bites)

You’ll Need:

Rice Krispies treats or small cookies

White or purple icing

Crushed rock candy or edible glitter

How to Make:

Coat treats in icing.

Sprinkle glitter or candy on top.

Let sit until they look like little moon rocks!

🌑 Little Fun Tip: Hide one and go on a moon rock “mission!”

🛸 4. Alien Toast Faces

You’ll Need:

Bread, toaster waffles, or rice cakes

Cream cheese, yogurt, or nut butter

Sliced fruit (bananas, berries, grapes)

Sprinkles or googly candy eyes (optional)

How to Make:

Spread your base topping.

Use fruit to make a silly alien face!

Add “antennae” with pretzel sticks or cereal loops.

👽 Play Add-On: Interview your toast alien before you eat it!

🌙 5. Planet Popcorn

You’ll Need:

Popped popcorn

Melted white chocolate or candy melts (dyed blue, purple, or pink)

Sprinkles or star sugar

How to Make:

Spread popcorn on a tray.

Drizzle with colored chocolate.

Toss with sprinkles and let cool.

💫 Pretend Name: “Pluto Puffs” or “Meteor Munch!”

[papercorgiworld]

Truth be told

A Regulus Black fake dating thrope

You are hunted by the realisation that while your relationship is fake your feelings are very real. Meanwhile James figures out more than just his feelings for you.

Read part 1 here: ‘Dance like it’s all real’

Again lots of kudos to @thatdammchickennugget and her hogmarch challenge. You brought magic to march! Also lots of love to all the tumblr peoples who encouraged me to write a part two. 💛 Your love makes writers write! Happy readings!

Another week had passed since your dance with Regulus, the beautiful but painful moment you realised you were in love with Regulus. You had cursed yourself everyday for playing a dirty game and getting hurt yourself. This is just bad karma for trying to get James jealous. Merlin, I’m such a fool.

“That will be it for today’s class. Remember I’ll be expecting your essays by friday.” You could barely hear professor Mcgonagall through all the noise of students closing their books and chairs moving.

As soon as you exit the classroom Marlene bumps into you. “Hey, are you joining us for a picnic?” You think it over, you still needed to write a conclusion for your paper and you were really desperate to meet up with your boyfriend, fake boyfriend that is. “Come on you’ve gotta join, we barely hang out anymore since you’ve been dating. Don’t be that girl.” Remus argued and you smiled, he could take the weight of the world off of your shoulders with just one look from his kind eyes. “Sure, but not for too long I don’t want to disappoint professor Mcgonagall.”

“Right, right. It’s about homework and not your sexy slytherin.” You gasp at Marlene’s boldness. “That’s not it. I really need to finish my essay.” The three of you laugh and for a moment all is well.

However it doesn’t last long, you can feel the knot in your stomach grow when you see Sirius, James and Lily are already at the picnic. “Look what the wolf dragged in.” Sirius jokes as he munches on some food. “She doesn’t have much time, she has homework.” Marlene winks playfully and you roll your eyes as you all sit down. “Is that Regulus’ new codename?” Lily teases and you just drop your head to the side, pretending to be annoyed but you had to admit you kinda enjoyed the teasing. At least to them your relationship was real.

“Ugh. Please don’t. That’s my baby brother.” Sirius complained. “Baby brother is getting more than you padfoot. Deal with it.” Remus threw a grape at Sirius to get him to stop complaining. “I’m working on that.” Sirius countered, picking up the grape and trying to seductively eat it, making Remus frown.

Unfortunately, fake dating did not include getting some. Not that you had never thought about it. Your mind had wandered off more than once, when he slung an arm around you and smelled so fresh. Merlin, you had it bad.

The afternoon passed and you had started working on your essay in the sun with your friends, but you were too engaged in your work and suddenly you found yourself sitting with just James. “Hey, where's everyone?”

James chuckled at your confusion. “Sirius is showing Remus a new magic trick. Marlene, Lily and Peter are getting extra drinks. They have good connections with the house elves.” You nod and there’s a strange tension in your silence. “Why? You need help?” James offers, leaning closer to scan your paper.

“No, I’m good. I think I got everything in my conclusion. I will reread it tomorrow.” You carefully fold the parchment and James nods, but he seems a bit frustrated with you. You notice how tense his jaw is and stare at him for a moment, when he catches you he chuckles. “You’ll probably go to Regulus for help now…” You bite your lip, you couldn’t deny that there was still some attraction. Definitely now that he sounded so jealous.

“So about baby Black.” You narrow your eyes at James’ attitude. “Don’t.” You demand some respect that’s the least Regulus deserved for being so good to you. “Sirius and I are worried.” James suddenly admits catching you off guard. “I mean here at Hogwarts he might seem like a good guy, but out there he hangs with a bad crowd and.. I mean.. just look at his family. You have no future with him. You do realise that?” His words stung, hard. His jealousy was suddenly a lot less attractive and it took you a moment to bite back.

“Are you worried or jealous, James?” You snapped as you put your quill and parchment in your bag, ready to get up. “Maybe both.” James looks at his hands as you stare him down after his confession. When he looks up his eyes look vulnerable. Your heart starts to race. James’ lips part but he’s forced to keep his words to himself as he sees Regulus heading in your direction.

You turn your head and the corners of Regulus’ lips tug up. He hated how he couldn’t hide it anymore. You had full control over him. He was just lucky that he got to play the role of boyfriend. If not, he would look like a fool. You heard James sigh and turned to look at him, making Regulus’ heart squeeze. You looking away from him was a painful reminder that your heart belongs to the most obnoxious person ever.

“Hi beautiful.” Regulus’ whisper stroked your eyes as he kneeled next to you on the picnic blanket. You were hesitant for a second because James was there, but your lips found your way to Regulus’ like muscle memory. “I got you something.” Regulus reached for a small pack of your favourite HoneyDukes candy and your eyes widened with joy. James let his head fall back as he leaned on his arms, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull with disgust for what was happening in front of him. “You went to hogsmeade?” Regulus nodded. “Forced to, by Evan.” Regulus watches you with adoration as you struggle to open the candy wrapping, but his jaw tenses when he looks at James and notices his hostility.

Clearly you were no longer unnoticed and Regulus hated the whole fake dating thing was going to blow up in face. You had always liked James and you were going to fall into his arms at the first effort James makes. “Can I steal her away?” Regulus manages calmly, before looking away from James and stroking a strand of your hair making you meet his eyes. James chews the inside of his cheek to keep himself from yelling ‘no’.

“Reg.” Sirius pants as he approaches you, followed by Remus mumbling something about almost getting caught committing a crime. “Brother.” Regulus returns nonchalantly as he gets up to meet his brother in height. “Long time no see.” Sirius chuckles, making Regulus tilt his head and frown. “We see each other every day.” Sirius nods and Remus’ eyes widen at the awkwardness. “They were just leaving.” James announces, making the air between everyone even more tense.

Regulus ignores everyone and helps you up, guiding you with a gentle arm around your waist. “Was I interrupting something I shouldn’t have?” Regulus questions pretending to care about your connection with James, while only wishing he misinterpreted the situation and that James still only saw you as one of the boys.

“No, I don’t think so.” You lied, afraid that if you told him the truth he might think there would be no need to further continue fake dating, but by Salazar did you hate yourself for lying to the man you cared about so damn much. Regulus’ lips formed a line and you didn’t really know what to make of it, but he gave you no time to overthink it as his hand reached for the back of your head, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “He’s a fool for letting me steal you away from him.” Regulus’ husky voice and warm breath sent shivers down your spine. It was one of those moments that made you wonder how much passion was hidden behind his calm demeanour.

***

You were sitting between Regulus’ legs, laying against his chest with his arm around you, both reading your own book with an occasional kiss for Regulus if he noticed you drifting off. It was moments like this that were absurdly romantic and comfortable for two people fake dating. You had been chewing your lip for a while now wondering if you should test the waters. What encouraged you was the gentle way Regulus fingertips caressed your arm, probably subconsciously, as he was deeply engaged with his book. “You know… there’s no one around so there’s really no need to be all cuddly… but I’m kinda comfy, sooo can I stay for just a few more minutes?” Regulus' lips formed half a smile at your question but he barely looked away from his book.

“It would be weird if someone walked in and we weren’t sitting together, gossip would spread quickly. This is the slytherin common room after all.” You nodded at his boringly reasonable argument. “I guess I’m not moving if you're not.” You declared settling in more against his chest, unknowingly making Regulus’ whole body heat up. He caught himself leaning in to kiss the crown of your head, but was interrupted by a loud slam of the door as Barty walked in.

“You told Evan I kissed Tessa.” Regulus raised his chin in thought. “Ah, that was her name. I thought it was Tilly.” Barty shook his head aggressively, clearly annoyed with his friend. You and Regulus both sat up straight to prepare for the drama Barty had just brought in. “I’ve been trying to impress Evan for weeks and you tell him I’ve been kissing other girls. I’ll hurt you for this, Black.” At the harsh tone of Barty Regulus got up to stand in front of you. “Alright. Let’s take this elsewhere, before this gets out of hand.” Barty narrows his eyes at you. “Afraid I’ll hurt your little birdy.” Regulus gives Barty a soft shove in the direction of the door. “First of all leave (y/n) out this and second if you’re trying to impress Evan why in Merlin’s name are you kissing other people. I had no idea you had a thing for Evan… Well a lot of things make sense now.”

You hear the two bicker until the door closes behind them. You’re a little worried, but on the other hand you know better than to get involved with Barty-drama, Regulus was way better at handling these kinds of situations. Sirius had once explained it as a family survival skill to manage conflicts with hotheaded people.

However, on the other end of the door the always so calm Regulus Black was about to lose his patience. “How would you like it if I told everyone all about your business?” Regulus rolled his eyes and shook his head at what he thought was an empty threat. “There’s nothing to tell, I don’t go around kissing people when trying to impress another.” Barty licked his lips before showing a filthy smile, closing in on Regulus’ face with a firm and dark tone. “I know all about your pact with (y/n). Pretending to be dating so she can get James’ attention.” Regulus’ eyes widen and Barty’s pleased with the reaction. “How do you-” Barty laughs. “I overheard you talking once. You are so occupied with her that you’re losing your touch.” Regulus clenches his jaw and his eyes go dark, but Barty just continues. “What would people think of that Regulus? No one would take you seriously if they knew you were caught up in petty games like this. And what would people think of her?”

With one move Regulus had Barty thrown against a wall and his wand against Barty’s throat. “You don’t want to make that mistake Barty. You keep your mouth shut.” Barty eyes are still mad, but tempered down by the force with which Regulus is pushing him against the wall. “You do seem to care a lot about your fake relationship with your fake girlfriend? I hope the feelings are still fake?” Regulus’ eyes get meaner at Barty’s deduction. “You obviously care about her. I care about Evan, let’s not ruin this for one another and let all slide.” Barty reasons, but Regulus isn’t quick to take the deal, considering more sinister options to deal with Barty instead, but distant footsteps force him to pull away.

However, what neither of them had realised is that someone overheard the whole conservation.

***

“We are going to make those snakes cry for their mums!” Sirius yelled as he excitedly fist bumps Peter and Marlene. Regulus just rolled his eyes, but Bellatrix doesn’t stay quiet as she walks by. “Shut it, family disgrace!” Sirius falls silent and James gives him a gentle pat on the back, before checking the tape on his wrist.

“Not looking good, Potter.” Regulus laughed at James’ wrist taped in after he had hurt it during training a few days ago. Regulus normally wasn’t one to bully, but a few mind games before a quidditch game were always hard to resist. Definitely after Regulus had noticed you and James talking more and more. Since you were dating Regulus, you felt more confident and no longer felt the need to avoid James, but Regulus hated it when you were around the gryffindor.

“No need to act so tough, Regulus. By the end of the day you’ll be a double loser and honestly that’s what you get for playing dirty games.” Regulus’ laughs mockingly at James' accusations as he walks closer, but before he can counter with something witty James takes the word again with a venous low whisper. “Lily overheard you and Crazy Crouch talking yesterday. It's over for you, after the game I’m kissing (y/n), I’ll tell her how I feel.” James slammed the quaffle hard into Regulus’ stomach, making slytherin groan a little. Regulus felt like his whole world was shattering around him, the quaffle hadn’t done as much damage as his heart was enduring right now. On top of it all he had to watch Sirius look questioningly at James, but not sparing his own brother so much as a glance of worry.

Regulus clenched his jaw and turned to walk to his own team. His eyes were dead and even though you were seated far away you could notice something had happened. “Do you want me to curse him for you?” Bellatrix’s eyes lit up as she offered her assistance. “Make every limp hurt, please.” Bellatrix laughed maniacally, enjoying her cousin's darker side.

The game was a mess and not just because of the hellish weather but the ridiculous amount of fouls made. Sirius was sent off first for offensive language, then James almost got hit by a curse which led to Bellatrix being sent off and finally Barty almost got himself killed, not even mentioning Regulus’ reckless behaviour to get any points.

When Gryffindor was celebrating their victory, chanting loudly in the stands, you only watched Regulus, who couldn’t bear to look up to his fake girlfriend that he was going to lose. Without a word he passed everyone and everything and headed straight to the barracks to hide himself. There was nothing that he could think of that would console him.

You rushed through the excited Gryffindors and avoided the frustrated Slytherins ready to make amok. You had no idea of what was going on but you knew it was more than a lost game and you knew you needed to be by your boyfriend’s side. You cursed yourself and reminded yourself that Regulus was only your fake boyfriend. Yet, it didn’t stop you hurrying through the crowds.

Once on the field you headed straight for the barracks, until to your surprise a firm hand grabbed your upper arm. Your eyes land on James, sweaty, wet and panting. “I need to talk to you.” You see Regulus disappear with his teammates before locking eyes with James. You let him pull you to the side, under the stands.

“James, what’s this about?” One hand reaches for the back of your skull and the other firmly snakes around your waist as James pulls you in a warm and wholehearted kiss that leaves you gasping for air. “James?” You breathe out his name demanding an explanation. “I know none of it is real. I told Regulus to back off. I want you… for real.” Softer, but still filled with passion James’ lips lock with yours and this time you kiss back with equal intensity. Merlin, did it feel good. You had loved him for so long and part of you was still so attracted to him.

And yet…

you push him away. “James. I think… I think I love Regulus.” You're both still out of breath from the kiss and your eyes can’t look away from James’ but the truth had to be told. “What? But it was all fake, right?” A tear rolls down your cheek as you see James’ hurt and feel your own heart squeeze. “I fell for him. I’m sorry.” There’s a silence as James studies you and you force your eyes shut, hating yourself and the whole situation. A soft thumb brushes your tears away. “It’s my fault for not noticing you sooner and for not acting the moment I felt you slip away.”

Your hands slipped down to his arms, gently creating some distance between you. It hurt you both, but staying close felt wrong. “I’ve got to talk to Regulus.” You whisper looking away from James for the first time. James closes his eyes and you take a step away. He watches you silently turn around, before speaking up. “If he ever lets you go I’ll catch you.” You feel your eyes water again, but force a smile. “No, you won’t. Because you won’t wait for me. You’ll fall in love before you know it, you’ll be happy… Please.” The softest laugh escapes James’ lips as he nods, letting you go, letting you run into Regulus’ arms.

Everything was a blur, your heart raced and your brain was hazy. Your body was in a rush to find Regulus, like a magnet you were drawn to him with a forceful pull.

“Regulus?” You swung the door open to the slytherin changing room. Regulus jumped up from the bench where he had been mourning his love for you in silence. Everyone holds his breath including you, until your raw love for Regulus kicks in. Once you took the first step in his direction every other one was easy as you ran into his arms. Like a fitting puzzle piece Regulus enveloped you into his arms. A kiss so hungry, it matched all those longing moments you had both pushed away for weeks.

“She’s not allowed to be in here. I’m butt naked.” Barty yelled from the showers. “Shut up! No one cares, Barty. She’s here for Reg.” Evan yells back. You and Regulus laugh at the ridiculous exchange and with a smile on his face Regulus meets your eyes. “I don’t understand, why are you here?” You kiss Regulus again to give yourself the courage to tell him. “James kissed me-” Barty laughs. “That would make me want to run away and hide as well.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “Shut up!” You press your lips together. “James kissed me and it made me realise that I can’t pretend to not love you.” Regulus' eyes widen at your words and his smile grows. “You love me?” You nod encouraged by the rush of it all and feeling yourself all giddy. With both hands Regulus cups your cheeks and kisses you intensely.

“She still can’t stay here.” Barty points out with a smile. “Don’t worry, Bart. Regulus is coming with me.” You take his hand. “I still need to shower, though.” You give him a mischievous smile and the teasing glint in your eyes reminds him there are plenty of showers ideal for just the two of you. with a happy smile he whispers to you: “I love you too.”

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[minus-plus-zer0]

Catching Him in His Celebrity Disguise

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up

There were only a handful of people walking around the park, even though it was such a lovely day outside. You had a small lunch packed in your bag and you headed over to your favorite bench to eat when you realized a certain man was already occupying the space.

He wore a baseball cap that couldn't fully flatten his blonde spikes that poked out from all sides. His face mask obscured his expression and his tight black shirt showed off his fit body quite well. He briefly whipped off his sunglasses to see his phone better. You approached him and sat down, and when you caught his red eyes, that's when you knew you were in the presence of the Pro Hero, Dynamight.

He caught the flicker of realization on your face. He silently panicked for two reasons. One, you recognized him. Two, you were the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen.

"...Dynamight?" You must've looked like a deer in the headlights.

"...Hi?" You could tell he was shocked too.

"Oh, you're much more awkward in person! Haha! That's so cute! I'm such a big fan!"

"Lower your voice!" Dynamight said through gritted teeth, pulling off his mask to reveal his slightly pink face. "I just wanted some peace and quiet out here, don't announce my presence to the world!"

"Sorry!" Your hands flew up to your mouth. "Is it okay if I sit here? I really love how secluded this spot is. Though, I don't really mind if you're here."

"You're already sitting," he said, furrowing his brows. "Keep sitting if you want, I ain't gonna stop ya..." He glanced at you, nervously. "Do ya come here all the time?"

"Yes! But I have never seen you here before." You dug out your small lunch box from your bag. Most of your food was homecooked, sweet to the taste, and pink. Bakugou wrinkled his nose at the sight. "I didn't think you liked this city. You're always complaining about it on the news, which makes me kinda sad since it's my hometown."

"I didn't mean that shit!" Bakugou cried, putting his phone away. "I say bad things about everyone, everywhere. Don't take it personally."

"Well it's very nice of you to clarify that!" You started munching on one of your pink macaroons.

"Do you like it here?" he asked. "You think I do a good job of protecting your hometown?"

"Yeah, obviously! You saved my favorite bakery last week!"

Bakugou looked thoughtfully into the distance of the park, recalling the scene. "I remember that shit. The owner gave me such a big hassle for not defeating the villain before they wrecked the front entrance."

"Well they were able to recover anyways. I swear their food is really good, you should really go sometime!"

"You wanna go with me?" he asked, his head turning a little too quickly.

You gulped down your macaroon. "...As a date?"

"No! I--I don't fucking know! You wanna go or not?"

"Calm down. I'm only teasing you, hero. I'll go with you, okay?"

"You could've just said that from the start!"

A few nearby civilians peeked at your increasingly loud conversation and Bakugou shut up immediately, keeping his head down. You giggled.

Bakugou didn't speak until they fully passed by. "Can't believe you're laughing at me. I'm one of the top Pro Heroes of the damn country, and you're laughing at me!"

"You're not a top Pro Hero right now, are you?" You poked his cheek. "You're just an ordinary, aggressive guy hiding in plain sight."

"I am anything but ordinary."

Bakugou's stomach growled loudly. He grasped the offending thing like he could hide the noise.

"Poor hero! You must be so hungry. Here, I have some grapes you can eat!" You took out a grape from your lunch box, offering it to him. He popped it into his mouth.

"Thanks," he said between chews. "You sure you don't mind sharing?"

"I would never mind sharing with you," you said, handing him another grape. He gratefully accepted it. "You're the hero this country needs. Your face is all over our TVs when you come here to save us. And... well... you're even prettier in-person to boot."

You hid your face a little when saying that, but you wanted to take a chance to say it to his face while he was still here. He averted his eyes too. You hoped you didn't make him uncomfortable, or maybe just the right kind of uncomfortable in a good way.

You took out another grape. "Besides, you can make it up to me on our next date, alright?" You held out the grape for him.

Instead of taking it with his hands, Bakugou took the grape with his teeth from your fingers. You almost gasped.

"Tasty," he said, chewing with a smug grin. Your mouth was still agape. "Do you hand-feed all the other Pro Heroes you meet?"

You couldn't believe he just did that. He was so bold. But you wanted to be bolder.

"...No, just you," you said, your heart racing. You took out another grape. "Want some more?"

Despite his smugness, his voice was a little wobbly when he said, "Keep 'em coming."

On that day, Bakugou got to meet his belated first love.

Years later, you and Bakugou happened to pass by the same park bench in the same lonely park. You clung to Bakugou's arm, holding his hand as he strut around in public like he was on top of the world. He always felt like that when he had you around.

You pointed at the bench and elbowed Bakugou. "Look! This is where we met, right?"

"That's why I fucking brought ya here," he said, kissing your temple. "Was wondering if you'd recognize the damn old thing.

"You're such a romantic," you said.

Bakugou led you over to the bench and sat down, with you cuddling up beside him.

"You never visit this park even though we live close enough," you murmured.

"That's 'cause I wanted to take you back here with me," Bakugou said. "I've always made sure the city kept this place nice though. After all, this is our spot."

"Yeah, our spot."

[naturesapphic]

Hey, You could make one with little! Natasha and Cg! Fem reader.

Where Natasha is very sick and sensitive but doesn’t talk to anyone, but her smart watch is connected to reader cell phone and a notification arrives warning of her high temperature(?)

With breastfeeding included and a little anguish, if possible, please. (Sorry if my writing is bad, english is not my first language)

Caught With The Sickies

Little!natasha romanoff x caregiver!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort, and breast feeding

You were out on an important mission, having your teammates watch over your girlfriend while she was in her headspace. When you left her she seemed okay but when you in your hotel room taking a break, your phone alerted you of Natasha. You quickly opened it and saw that her temperature was high making you extremely worried about her.

You knew you needed to get home immediately and tend to Natasha, she’s your baby and you will do everything to make sure she’s well. You gave fury a quick call and told him to put your mission on Pause or have someone else do it. He didn’t like the idea one bit and tried to convince you out of it but he gave up realizing on how stubborn you are and how much Natasha means to you. Heading to the quinjet, you jumped in and flew as fast as it could go so you can go home to your Natasha.

~ hours later ~

Landing the quinjet, you ran out and immediately went inside to see that the rooms were empty, signaling that everyone has gone to bed. You headed to the bedroom that you and Natasha shared and quietly opened the door to see a body curled up into a ball in the middle of the bed. Your heart broke as you saw your princess look so miserable and you carefully announced that you were back home. Natasha opened her eyes and her lips turned up in a smile as she saw you. “Hey babygirl. Mommy is home.” You said quietly as you walked over to the bed.

You sat on the edge of it and Natasha scooted over to you and laid her hand on your lap, making you coo. “My poor sweet princess. You are hurting huh?” You say softly and Natasha didnt say anything but nod making you frown. You ran your fingers through her red locks and you felt her relax more and more. “I’m gonna get you some medicine okay angel? Mommy will be right back.” You say and she immediately clung to you, shaking her head no slowly. “You wanna stay with mommy huh? That’s okay princess.” You reassure you and lifted her up in your arms, making her wrap her body around yours.

You carried her to the kitchen where you gathered up some different kinds of medicines to help with every possible symptom she could be having. You stuck with just two knowing that Natasha will not want to take any medicine, especially if it’s a lot. You got the two that had many of the symptoms listed that Natasha had and helped her take them. She was very resilient but after some forehead kisses and praise she took them both without much trouble.

After giving Natasha her medicine, you grabbed her favorite sippy cup and filled it with water. You need her to stay hydrated as much as possible so she can get better quickly. “Do you want any snacks babygirl?” You ask her and she did slow nod. She pointed over to the bowl of grapes on the counter by the sink and you went over and picked some. You placed them in her favorite bowl and handed it to her. Natasha was slowly popping each grape into her mouth and munching on them gently.

You smiled contentedly as you watched over her and started to clean up the kitchen as you let Natasha finish up on her grapes. “M-mommy…h-head hwurts…” Natasha whined and you pouted at her. “Why don’t we get a cold washcloth and some essential oils to help with that yeah?” You said and Natasha made a noise of agreement. You grabbed her empty bowl and put it in the sink and went back over to her and picked her up. Walking back to your room, you placed her on the bed and went to the bathroom to get the cold washcloth and peppermint oil.

Grabbing both items you went back out in the bedroom and saw Natasha laying down with her arms covering her eyes. “Let’s get you fixed up sweetie okay?” Replying softly as to not talk so loud. You dabbed some of the oil on her forehead and placed the cold rag on top of it making her hum in delight. She cracked her eyes open slightly and raised her arms up to do grabby hands towards your chest. “You want milkes babygirl?” You asked her and she nodded gently, careful not to move the cold rag. You picked her up and laid the two of you in the bed while placing her in your lap.

Natasha turned her head slightly so her lips were grazing against your nipple. She opened her mouth slightly and latched on, making you inhale a bit. As Natasha was suckling, you were slightly rocking her back and forth, making sure she would feel sleepy so she could get some needed rest. Every now and then you would have to fix the cloth on her head since it keeps slipping and every time it started to, Natasha would whine loudly. You gently shushed her and continued rocking her, while singing her favorite lullaby. Next thing you know, your Natasha was in your arms sleeping like a baby, while her mouth was still attached to your nipple. “I love you my sweet Natasha. Feel better angel.”

A/n: thank you anon for this cute request! I hope you and everyone else who reads it, likes it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all:)

[mj-iza-writer]

caretaker rescuing bat human hybrid whumpee and whumpee is terrified. they're making scared/threatening bat noises to warn caretaker to get away from them, but caretaker needs to get them out before whumper comes back

how do we feel about this?

"SQU...SQU...SQU", Whumpee yells as they frantically struggle into the corner. "Stay away from me", they cry as they pull their shredded wings around them, "I'm still worth something, even without my wings. Please Whumper don't kill me."

"We are not here because of Whumper. We are trying to get you out of here before they get back. This way you'll be safe while they get arrested", Caretaker gently approaches with a blanket, "I really need you to cooperate with me. We don't want to hurt you."

"Then what are you going to do with me. I know Whumper wants me dead. That's why.... my wings... I haven't been able to fly away from them. You're going to hurt me", Whumpee gets up to try to get away, "I don't want to die."

"We won't kill you", Caretaker finally lunges at Whumpee. They throw the blanket on top of them and hold them down, "stop, stop. You are going to cause yourself to get hurt if you don't hold still."

"Squeak", Whumpee whimpers as they struggle against Caretaker.

More blankets get carried over to Caretaker.

Whumpee struggles as they are wrapped and rewrapped.

They finally settle and bury their face into the blankets.

Caretaker settles a little and pats the blanket, "it's okay. Here I know you are starving", they pulled out a bag of grapes.

Whumpee looks up shyly and takes one of the offered grapes.

Caretaker smiles as Whumpee's saddened eyes light up. Their tongue goes in and out as they eagerly munch. They quickly look for another.

"Yes Whumper has had a hard time getting you . You've done so well to fight against them. Unfortunately they resorted to starving you", Caretaker watched as Whumpee looked up with full cheeks, "yes, you poor dear. I'm going to take care of you now. I am a scientist and I have a lab much like this one, but you'll be safe there. They're trusting you into my care."

"They", Whumpee finally swallowed their mouth full.

"Yes, someone who worked under Whumper wanted to save you. They reported this lab and illegal experiments. Unfortunately we are too late to save you from experimentation, but thankfully we saved you from dying. Come now let's get you home."

Whumpee crawled across the floor of their room.

Caretaker had left a giant stuffed toy for Whumpee to cuddle with so they wouldn't be alone.

Whumpee looks up when their door opens.

"I got you some yummy treats", Caretaker carries a tray in, "all the fruit you can eat."

"Squeak... zzz.. squ", Whumpee's eyes widen in excitement. They quickly look down when Caretaker gives them an odd look.

"Sorry", they whisper, "I do that when excited."

"Don't be sorry. It's adorable", Caretaker sets the tray down, "come here, I'll carry you over here so you can eat."

"Oh uhm", Whumpee blushes.

"Do you need something my dear?", Caretaker pauses.

"Would.. would you wrap me in the blanket again? I-it felt good when you did it during the rescue", Whumpee looks toward some blankets.

"Yes, I can do that", Caretaker nods, "I'll wrap you up first, and I'll help feed you."

"I don't want to trouble you that much", Whumpee starts to climb off of their stuffed toy.

"It's not trouble", Caretaker smiles, then grabs a blanket to spread out, "I want you to be comfortable."

Whumpee nervously shrinks back when Caretaker approaches.

"It's alright, I promise you're safe", Caretaker smiles, "I won't hurt you."

Whumpee nods.

They hold on tight while Caretaker carries them to the blanket.

"There, a Whumpee bat burrito", Caretaker wraps the last part of the blanket around Whumpee, "nice and comfy?"

Whumpee quickly nods, "thankyou. This is really nice."

"You're welcome. Now let's see what kind of fruits you like. I have a lot for you to try", Caretaker sits down beside Whumpee and starts offering them bites of cut up fruit.

"I might be able to get use to this", Whumpee smiles as Caretaker offers more food.

"I'm glad you are liking it here so far", Caretaker smiles back, "I'll have a bigger room for you in a little while. I don't know if I'll be able to salvage your wings, but we can see. My goal is to get you comfortable right now, then we can start heaing."

Whumpee blinks tiredly as they nod.

"It looks like you are getting tired again", Caretaker sets some fruit aside, "we can finish eating that later."

Caretaker cradles Whumpee in their arms and carries them to the giant stuffed animal.

Whumpee yawns as they are laid onto the toy.

"Get some rest little one", Caretaker pats their head, "you deserve it."

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if the reader (Replacement Fighter) "accidentally" got turned into a red panda due to one of Loki's pranks? So after they won their match during Ragnarok, the reader wanted to leave & go home. But Apollo, Anubis & Loki tried to stall them as the reader reached the palace halls & gardens. Partially due to Zeus's orders as the gods didn't want any fighters on their side "back stabbing" them later. That is when Loki decided to pull one of his pranks & "accidentally" shape shifted the reader into a red panda, preventing them from leaving Valhalla until Ragnarok was over.

What would happen next & how would this all play out?

Gods: Odin, Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Susanoo, Shiva, Rudra & Buddha

Humans: Lubu, Raiden, Sasaki & Tesla

Red pandas are so stinking cute!!!

I changed this just a bit as I feel this would be how things would go with RF being turned into a panda.

-To be honest, they didn’t really think this through, not thinking that you were going to be okay with your new ‘predicament’ because to you, it was like nothing had happened.

-Following the incident with Buddha, with him betraying the gods, Zeus wanted to make sure no others would betray them as well, especially powerful ones like you.

-You won your battle easily, almost too easily, and it made Zeus wary, so he implemented his contingency plan with Loki, changing you into a harmless creature, one that couldn’t cause any real damage and one they could keep track of until the end of Ragnarok.

-When Loki approached you as you were heading back to your haven for a well-deserved rest, he beamed brightly, holding a spiked snack cake for you, “Here Y/N! You’ve earned this!”

-Not even thinking, as you were hungry, took the cake, thanking him and in a POOF, you the warrior was gone and in your place was a red panda instead.

-Loki was fully ready with a sack to shove you in to keep you contained, only you didn’t react, just looking at your paws before you looked up at him with an unimpressed look on your face, one that said ‘really?’.

-You continued to your home with Loki following you, making sure you weren’t going to something nefarious, only to watch you crawl onto your giant Lovesac chair, minding your claws and laid down, looking completely content.

-Loki’s eyelid twitched only slightly, surprised that you weren’t bothered by this- you almost seemed content as he took a seat next to you, holding out some grapes you had in a nearby bowl which you took, munching quietly.

-Loki watched you eat, “Aren’t you bothered that I turned you into this?” You looked up at him, not seeming bothered in the slightest, returning to your grapes and he rolled his eyes before standing, in disbelief that you were okay with this.

-He waved over his shoulder as he headed out, “I’ll be back later to change you back.” You just made a grunting noise, telling him that you heard him before he headed back towards the arena.

-He knew that others wouldn’t have been as kind if he had tried the same trick on them.

[dambaepuff]

STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

[radioisntdead]

How about reader who's a powerful sinner and joined the Hotel as Charlie's muscle (Vaggie had to convince her to get an enforcer) and basically escorts Angel to and from Valentino's and to make sure he gets out on time and unharmed. When Angel leaves one day late and with a black eye, reader goes in and either puts the fear of Satan in Valentino, or just straight up beats the piss out of him before bringing Angel back to the Hotel.

(This may or may not be a frequent power fantasy of mine.)

Good evenin' my dear! I did this in a headcanon way because I couldn't write it into a full fledged oneshot, I hope you don't mind!

Hazbin hotel x Security guard! reader headcanons

Going to hell had it's pros and cons, mostly cons but one big pro was you becoming positively RIPPED.

Like superman, batman levels ripped and you didn't have to do the work to obtain them! You did on the other hand have to do the work to maintain them.

Despite your rather buff physical appearance, you were rather wholesome and craved redemption and that's what brought you to Charlie's redemption hotel, or rather the Hazbin hotel!

It was a rather lucky coincidence that the day you came to the hotel, Vaggie was trying to convince Charlie to take more security measures after extermination day more sinners were coming to the hotel and at the same time more sinners were targeting the hotel for some reason.

It was odd being both a guest and technically a staff member but you handled it well! You got to wear a shirt that Charlie made that read 'Security', you got a nice room to sleep in at night, you made friends, etc etc

You didn't have to do much since Alastor and the literal king of hell hung around the hotel but you did check the food that was delivered there, wander the grounds at night, and escort the hotel guests as they do whatever they did when they weren't at the hotel, like Angel dust.

You'd walk him to the studio, hang around outside wearing noise cancelling headphones and playing on your phone until he was done and escort him back to the hotel.

He wasn't thrilled at the fact he was basically being babysat during the walk to and from the hotel but the two of you eventually grew close, enough to call each friends.

Sometimes after his job the two of you would go grab something to munch on, like ice cream or a actual meal and shit talk his boss, or chat about stuff, before returning to the hotel.

You surprisingly didn't have any incidents during the time you had escorted Angel, that was until something happened, you didn't know what since Angel dust wouldn't tell you but you did know that your friend had bruises and a black eye given by none other then that purple headed grape lookin' ass moth man gave it to him.

You knew exactly what you had to do, so you did your job, you bought Angel dust an ice pack, and then walked him back to the hotel.

Then you grabbed yourself one of your hoodies, covered yourself and walked yourself back to the scene of the crime, and waited until Valentino walked out of the Vee's tower.

And just tackled him, now he may have had the height advantage and more arms but you had the muscle strength to TEAR HIM APART.

Now I can't exactly describe it because I don't really want to write gore at the moment but I can give a censored version with gifs!

Violence was enacted!

After beating Valentino to a bloody mush, you waltzed back to the hotel and took a well deserved nap!

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed these! Lowkey imagining the reader as one of those buff biker guys that have like a little baby kitten, I want a baked potato rn, anywho As always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you all have a wonderful night!

Psst! You should join the discord

[maxwell-mtv]

New Year, New Deal [Morris x Farmer!GN!Reader]

[Author's note: I think I'll make it my tradition this time of year to make a reader insert fanfic. This year is New Years for all my homies just vibing tonight! May this year be better than the last!]

CW: Alcohol

Fanfic below the cut!

Huffing, you rush through the silent plaza of Pelican Town. Carrying your bag over your shoulder, you made a note of the bustling saloon as you passed it from afar. That's where all of the locals joined in celebration for the end of another year.

You were invited, as the farmer who had steadily returned the local economy back to a healthy place. But your rushing wasn't so you could make it to the festivities at your earliest time. 

It was to meet the last person anyone would assume you'd want anything to do with. A man that anyone in town would assume would be your enemy, all things considered. And while you could understand why they may believe that, you left your affinity for the man a secret.

Getting to the entrance of the JojaMart, you tug on the doors. 

Locked.

Checking your watch, you supposed you should expect that; after all, it was nearly midnight! Just a half hour to go and all would start over again, in a symbolic way, of course. 

Taking out your keychain, you fiddle with the line up before landing on the odd one out. Inserting and jerking your wrist in a hasty turn of the key, you waste no time locking the door behind you with the same reckless attitude.

Can't have anyone seeing you entering the building this late at night!

"Morris!" You holler to the vacant store.

For just a moment, you think maybe he'd gone home without giving you a call first. Then again, if that were the case, you would have crossed paths with him on his way to catch the last bus of the night.

But what you found, entering his office, was something completely beside expectations.

Hunched over his desk with his face smushed peacefully against his folded arms was Morris, passed out. Snoring softly, every rise and fall of his chest would leave his glasses teetering on the bridge of his nose. It was almost cute, in a weird way, he never looked so at peace.

It was a shame to wake him, though you knew he'd be upset if you let him sleep into the new year. Tapping his shoulder does nothing, so instead you opt to leaning over a bit more to grab his shoulder firmly and shake. "Hey, Morris..." you say, unsure of yourself. 

"Hm?" He stirs, but not nearly enough to be considered conscious again. 

Smiling softly at your small success, you speak softly. Gently. "It's almost the new year, I brought some spirits to share."

All he can say, or rather groan, in response is a huffy "herumph".

Rolling your eyes, you shrug and start unpacking your bag. Cheap hats, mini confetti cannons, and noise makers galore. Sparkling grape juice, homemade wine and spirits, and finally, some sweets to munch on in case either of you became peckish. "I guess I'll have to have all these spirits alone and to myself..." You sigh dramatically, awaiting a more lively reaction from the middle aged man.

Nothing. 

Grumbling, you quickly get fed up and bring one of the noise makers to your lips. With all your might, you blow, a horrid sound of the tiny horn sounding off in the crammed office space.

He yelps, jolting up and looking around frantically as he adjusts his spectacles. Landing his sights on you, his surprise turns to aggravation. "Really?"

"Really." You confirm bluntly. "You need to get a better sleep schedule, sir, I tried waking you up every other way!" Crossing your arms, you watch his usual teasing smirk return to his smug face.

"Oh yeah?" He challenges.

"Yes..."

"Even tried using a true love's kiss?"

Suddenly the usually chilly office ran warm and your cheeks flushed bright red. "Who are you, sleeping beauty?"

"From how you've described me in the past, I'd say so!" Morris swivels in his chair. He was always so cocky, even behind closed doors.

Jumping to your own defense, you point an accusing finger towards him. "Hey! I don't recall saying you were a sight for sore eyes!”

"You didn't have to. Your actions speak louder than words!" He stands his ground.

Flabbergasted, you sputter over a response. Who was this guy? To dare to make such outlandish accusations?

"Listen here, you tubby, snobby, little-"

"Easy, easy, you're already so wound up! I'd hate for you to waste all your energy on bickering with me."

Growling, you slam your palms on his desk and cast your shadow over him. "I would never find the most hated man of Pelican Town attractive! That would be a death sentence for my reputation!"

He sighs, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disappointedly. For a moment, you thought you'd won. "That's too bad for Pierre, now isn't it?"

Stunned, you yourself were almost too tired to snap right back at him. 

"Close your mouth, farmer, you won't catch your lunch like that in my store."

"Listen, you-"

"Language." He warns.

"Whatever... Why do I even bother with you?" You scoff, finishing setting up everything on the limited desk space before you.

"Because you fell in love with the one man they'd have you believe couldn't love."

"Yeah, sometimes I wish I'd believed them..." You say without thinking, forgetting who you were with. 

A hum of intrigue, Morris leans in with his chin resting in his palm. "Oh? And do tell, why's that?"

"Because you're so... so..." you struggle to form a cohesive reasoning that wasn't just a generic lie. 

"Because you have to hide your love for me in the dead of the night?"

"Not in the slightest..." You snarl.

"Then what? You hate how I can leave you speechless? How I manage to throw you for a loop? How I keep you on your toes and make it so much harder for you to fulfill the legacy the locals thrust onto you from day one?"

"I wouldn't say they put anything on me."

"Right..." He rolls his eyes. "And I wasn't assigned the role of the irredeemable prick from the day Joja broke ground here..."

Absent-mindedly, you open a bottle of spirits and grab a glass from the liquor cabinet Morris had hidden in the back corner of his office. "Well, you know, people will always assume one thing or another about those they don't know."

"Of course. So, tell me hero, how's that Community Center coming along?"

You remain silent, pouring your drink and another for your partner, who stands to hover over you. Nearly feeling his body heat, he leans in and smiles. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were prolonging the inevitable."

Spinning on your heel, you cut the man's advances off, pushing his glass into his hands. Storming back to your own seat, you take a sip of your homemade delicacy and relish in your craftsmanship. 

Morris follows suit, taking his throne yet again to look down at the drink you made him. "You know, it's been three years since you moved here and yet you've only fixed a couple rooms in that building."

"You've been checking my progress?"

"I'd hate to lose my favorite customer." He replies, bringing the glass to his lips. You watch as he stares longingly at the drink. "You make such wonderful liquor..."

It may have been your own tired mind playing tricks on you, but it almost seemed to be he wasn't talking from a place of personal gain. "Oh, right. Like I ever buy anything from you."

He laughs bitterly, still keeping his eyes low. "No... I suppose you don't."

"And I never will."

"Nope."

A moment of silence creeps between you two as you both tease the idea of speaking first. Still, between some sips and awkwardly avoiding eye contact, it's Morris who once again speaks up.

"I don't think you want me to leave either."

"Weird to say that since you're like a parasitic leech on this town."

Morris chuckles at your half-hearted insult. "You know I'll be leaving if you ever rally the town against me."

"I know, I don't want to..." You confess softly.

"Is that why you don't touch the one thing that would quickly unite everyone against us?"

You pause. 'Us'? The word echoes in your mind before concluding he must have meant "us" as in the company as a whole. "You already know the answer to that..."

"You know, I would take you back to the city with me." The offer feels too good to be true. And it is.

"I can't leave the farm."

"Why not? Have you done much with it? Wouldn't you rather be free from it all? I'm sure I could make it worth your while." Morris attempts to sway you with a charming tone.

Mixing it with his usual unnerving smile, it was a sour concoction only you were susceptible to. 

"I don't think you understand. I can't abandon my grandfather's farm like it's some plot of land." You stand your ground. 

He hums, swirling the drink and taking another sip of it before muttering "I see". Your stomach drops for a moment as you find yourselves at a crossroads. 

Glancing up to the clock, you find it's now a mere five minutes until midnight.

Following your gaze, he speaks up again. "I guess I'll just have to present my counter offer, then."

Finishing your glass, you feel the world begin to dance around you. "Shoot."

Putting down his glass, he interlocks his fingers and leans over the desk and you follow his lead. "I propose a challenge."

"Shoot." You say.

He takes a moment to let the anticipation linger. "If you cannot complete that Community Center within the year like you claim to want to do, you join the Joja family once again." 

This sends you reeling. "What? That's ridiculous! I already worked for Joja once-" 

"Not working, simply... corroborate." He corrects you a sly tone. He thinks he's so smart. 

"Oh, so what? You want me to marry in or something? W-What else could you mean?" Your cheeks flush and your speech hastens. 

Morris's eyes glint at your argument. "Actually, I was going to suggest you sell whatever you have left and join the JojaMart membership program. However, marrying into the business doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll take it." 

"Wha- No! I can't just- You cannot- WHAT?" Flustered, you struggle to form a coherent statement to protest his own. 

"Cold feet? Let me let you balance this wager. What could you possibly want if you do manage to finish that dilapidated eye-sore?" 

It takes you a moment to consider, but you eventually come to a solid proposal to counter his own. "If- no- when I finish the Community Center and you're inevitably driven from this town with your tail tucked between your legs, you quit your job, admit defeat, and move in with me on my farm!" 

Now it was Morris's time to blush. "My, my, you sound so sure of yourself that you could manage such a task! But I see that as only being fair considering that you joining us would mean giving up that little country bumpkin dream you have for that silly plot of land you call a farm." 

"So then, it's settled!" You rejoice, ignoring his woven insults. "By this time next year, we'll see who moves in with who." 

"Deal. Now, it seems inappropriate considering the risks at stake here to simply seal this with a casual handshake." Morris stands from his desk, circling so he stands over you. Casting out his hand, he offers to pull you to your feet. Taking the chance graciously, you stand and are immediately pulled close. So close, you could smell his cologne and feel the heat he gave off. But it was the firm and reassuring way his arm wrapped around your waist that made you unable to meet his gaze. Noticing this, he takes your chin and gently guides your attention to his enchanting crimson eyes. 

"I think it's best to seal this deal with a kiss." He says warmly, softly, tenderly. 

"Only seems appropriate." You softly concede.

With that, your lips meet and you embrace each other passionately as the clock strikes midnight. So thus began the new year, with a new deal, and a new goal in mind.

[j3llyc4kes]

a pt 2 to this!

you thought grocery shopping was hard before.

now…a few years later, you’ve added two tiny versions of your husband!sukuna into the mix — and they’re somehow even worse than the original.

he’s pushing the cart again, of course. this time there’s two little gremlins that look like a carbon copy of him by his side — standing at attention, already scheming.

“no running off,” you warn, pointing a finger at them.

“no throwing things.”

“no—”

one of them (your daughter, the mastermind) flashes a devilish little grin and immediately reaches for the candy shelf.

sukuna catches her wrist midair without even looking. “nice try, shrimp.”

she pouts. her brother giggles.

you sigh and hand sukuna the shopping list. “here. you’re in charge.”

he looks at you like you just handed him a live grenade.

“the fuck do i need chickpeas for?”

“meal prep, babe.”

he grumbles and starts pushing the cart down the first aisle, kids in tow, giving you about three seconds of peace before the first crisis hits.

your son, tired of walking in silence, has discovered the squeaky noise his sneakers make against the floor.

and he will not stop.

squeak squeak squeak squeak—

sukuna’s eye twitches violently.

“if you don’t cut that out jr, i’m throwing your shoes in the trash when we get home.”

“nooooo!” the boy shrieks, somehow delighted by the threat.

meanwhile, your daughter has stealthily snagged a box of fruit snacks and is quietly trying to bury it under the vegetables.

you catch her and raise an eyebrow.

“what’s this?”

she blinks up at you. “healthy.”

sukuna snorts and ruffles her hair.

“strong instincts. bad execution, shrimp.”

—

by the time you reach produce, you’re all hanging on by a thread.

sukuna’s cart-driving is getting progressively more reckless, nearly taking out an old lady near the bananas. someone’s crying three rows over, and you’re not even sure if it’s one of yours anymore.

“we’re never bringing them again,” sukuna mutters, eyeing the twins like they’re rabid raccoons.

“they’re fine,” you say, even though your son is currently stealing grapes from different bags to ‘taste test’ the different varieties.

sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose.

“fine? look at him, babe.”

your daughter cackles at that, following in her brother’s footsteps, putting enough grapes in her mouth to look like a small chipmunk.

you laugh, leaning into sukuna’s side.

he catches you, grumbling, but his arm slings around your waist like it’s second nature.

“what’s on the list next?” he asks, pretending he doesn’t like this — the laughter, the tiny versions of himself causing hell all around you.

you grin. “milk, cereal, snacks.”

the twins cheer.

sukuna groans.

—

checkout is an even bigger disaster.

your son keeps trying to help by hurling items onto the conveyor belt. your daughter is somehow charming the cashier into giving her extra stickers.

sukuna’s balancing three bags in one hand and trying to swat grabby little fingers away with the other.

“this is why we can’t have nice things,” he mutters under his breath.

but later — when you finally cram everyone back into the car, the rain starting to mist on the windshield, the kids munching on stolen goldfish crackers from a ripped-open bag — sukuna just glances over at you.

you’re laughing softly to yourself, hair messy, cheeks flushed, trying to wrestle a shoe back onto your son’s foot that he just won’t stop kicking off.

he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

like absolute fucking chaos or not, this — the car full of noise and crumbs and love — is everything he ever wanted.

he reaches across the console and squeezes your thigh, gruff but tender.

“next time,” he says, “we’re getting this shit delivered.”

you smile, sliding your hand into his.

“no chance.”

he groans.

but he laces his fingers with yours anyway.

—

© j3llyc4kes

a/n: had this in the drafts after the first one heh

[blue--ingenue]

Autistic!Scorpius Headcanons [Part 4]

Albus asked his Aunt Hermione to charm a pair of muggle noise-canceling headphones for Scorpius. They can still function in the presence of magic without going haywire. Draco was initially afraid that students would tease Scorpius for wearing them, but most students are just genuinely curious (or envious). Muggle students envy the fact that he has working technology within the castle, while others have never seen a pair of headphones before and are fascinated. Most of the students have started being kind to Albus and Scorpius after the events with the time-turner, but there are still a handful of students who are just as cruel as they were before.

Dining in the Great Hall can be a sensory nightmare. Things he hates about it (an incomplete list): sometimes-unbearable brightness from hundreds of floating candles, being jostled and shoved on the crowded tables, the roar of a hundred different conversations happening simultaneously, all the different tastes and smells of the different dishes.

The tables are sometimes sticky from the previous meal’s mess (sticky maple syrup from breakfast, crumbs from the lunchtime sandwich platter). He’d never dream of blaming the house elves for missing a spot, but he doesn’t enjoy the unexpected sensations. 

The food just appears on the table, so most of the time he can’t anticipate what they’ll be serving. A few of the same desserts are served every night, without fail (treacle tart, jammy biscuits), so if nothing feels appetizing he’ll just snack on sweets. 

Albus’ concern peeks once Scorpius has had jammy biscuits and tea for dinner for the fourth night in a row. He chats with the kitchen elves the very next day, and they’re glad to help. Scorpius is always kind to the house elves - even going so far as to hold entire conversations with them when he spots them about the castle. Now, every night, there’s a plate of his safe foods along with fruits and vegetables they know he loves.

Speaking of safe foods, some of these include dino nuggets (we all saw this one coming), garlic bread, Chocolate Frogs, Pepper Imps, pasta with alfredo, grapes, and apples with peanut butter. For some foods the taste alone makes him happy (alfredo, garlic bread). For others it’s the texture (popping or peeling the grapes, the way the peanut butter contrasts with the crispness of the apples). And the rest are an experience (the fun of having smoke pour from his ears after swallowing a Pepper Imp, watching a Chocolate Frog hop about and excitedly adding the witch/wizard card to his collection, arranging his nuggets in order of his favorite dinosaurs before munching on them.)

The food he hates the most is fish. I headcanon that this is why he says “Fish doesn’t agree with me. Never has, never will” before drinking the polyjuice potion as the trio sneak into the Ministry. The taste, the consistency, the smell, and the fact that there’s always a chance of encountering a surprise fish bone (or two) in every bite render it nightmare food.

He ends up taking food back to the dorms or eating outside (or in Hagrid’s hut) with Albus. The charmed headphones cancel out the din of the Great Hall, but that also means he can’t hear Albus. So they’ll wrap up their meals and head to wherever’s comfortable. 

He has a purple plush stegosaurus named Hector (after his childhood imaginary friend). Astoria and Draco bought it for him the first time they visited the Natural History Museum in muggle London.

He has a charmed tote bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm to hold all of his books. The constellation print is bewitched to show the constellation Scorpius as it appears at the time. It was a back-to-Hogwarts gift from Draco.

He has a pair of  reading glasses that filter out blue light to help with his sensory issues and migraines. He’s shy about wearing them, but Albus loses his mind every time he slips them on. (He secretly feels guilty for hoping that Scorpius will get a headache so that he’ll have to put on the glasses.)

When he’s feeling particularly nonverbal, he’ll communicate through physical contact. Casually bumping his head against Albus’ shoulder during long lectures. Fiddling with Albus’ hoodie sleeve if he needs to stim. Occasionally, simply picking up Albus’ hand and biting it (gently!) while they’re studying.

[thehypnone]

little drabble about regressed rain sticking grapes onto their fangs, because I did that yesterday (I wear fake fangs sometimes, it's kinda like a stim for me LMAO), 570 words

@ominousposting @everybodyshusband

“No, no, no, no, guppy, don’t cry, shhh,” Swiss panicked seeing tears rapidly welling up in Rain’s eyes. “Here, try this one.”

He handed them a smaller grape than the previous one that caused Rain to get upset. They were sticking the grapes onto their fangs, but when a grape was too big, it just slid right off. Thankfully, Swiss was there, picking out the smallest ones for them, so no breakdown actually happened.

Rain took the grape from Swiss’ palm and, furrowing their eyebrows in concentration, they carefully brought it up to their fangs. Pushing gently, as to not crush it, only pierce it, they got it on one of their fangs.

Now, the tricky part.

Will it stay on?

Rain hesitated, scared of the outcome of this try. Swiss was too, being honest, the water ghoul was one grape away from bursting into tears, “It’s fine, kiddo, it’ll work.”

They slowly lowered their hand and-

Rain jumped out of their chair, with the happiest little noise because the grape did stay on. They were chirping, squeaking and giggling, jumping up and down and clapping their hands together (it reminded Swiss of the thing that seals do, the wobbly clapping) in such unfiltered joy Swiss thought his heart would melt.

“See!? It worked, guppy!” the multi ghoul laughed, relief washing over him. "Wanna try the second one?"

"Yewh!" Rain shouted, the word barely resembling an actual 'yes'. Swiss got to shuffling through the bowl of grapes again, to pick another small one but with the skin thick enough to get pierced smoothly. Once he did, he nodded for Rain to sit back down.

"Here you go, kiddo," he crouched in front of them, some tension returning as another big moment was about to take place.

The water ghoul opened their mouth even wider, scrunching up their upper lip, and carefully moved the grape to the other fang.

A slow push, quietest sound of the ripe skin of the fruit breaking and-

"Hwihhy, hwihhy, ig wowhed!" Rain giggled, holding their mouth open, tip or their tongue peeking out from between the grapes.

"Kid, you're spitting on everything," Swiss laughed, so far from actually minding having to clean up all the drool later. If anything, he was worried about the grapes falling off and the tears it would inevitably cause. "And you don't want to drop them yet, right?"

Rain didn't actually close their mouth, smart, but they stopped trying to speak, now only giggles breaking their way free. It was hilarious, how the water ghoul just sat giggling with their mouth hanging open and two grapes stuck on their fangs.

Soon enough, though, Swiss noticed their tongue starting to slide down, from where it rested against the roof of their mouth, to gently lick at where the grapes were punctured and where the tiniest bit of juice was leaking out.

"You want to eat them, don't you, guppy?" Swiss asked, teasing, as if it wasn't painfully obvious. Rain nodded enthusiastically, anyway, then tilting their head to the side with a silent question in their eyes. "Go one, there's a whole bowl, we can munch on grapes all evening!"

That Rain did, snapping their jaw so hard and suddenly their teeth clanked and the grapes popped loudly. Another happy trill escaped the water ghoul's mouth, Swiss all but dying with adoration.

"Now, do you wanna try to catch some with your mouth while I throw them?"

[waxxl0ver]

You want fanfic ideas, right? How about one where Lester finds a baby raccoon and tries to convince his brothers to let him keep it?

Thank you Mickey for my first request!!!

Lester’s kit

Lester rubs his eyes as the morning sun hits his eyes. He yawned and decided to turn on the radio for the morning news. While fiddling with the radio he feels a bump in the road. “‘Nother dead animal.” He thought to himself. He pulls over the car and gets out. He walks over towards the animal corpse. It was a dead raccoon, he picked it up and threw it into the truck. He starts walking back into the truck. He opens the door. “Squeek squeek!” and stops. He turns around and looks around. “Hello? Anyone out there” “squeeeeek!” He starts to walk off the dirt path and looks around in the woods. “Squeeeeeeek!” He looks down, the noise is coming from a log. He bends down and looks inside. “My god” it’s a baby raccoon! A little kit scared, cold and hungry. He reaches over and lets the little kit smell his scent. “Hey it’s okay little guy I ain’t gonna hurt ya’.” The little kit slowly walks out. He was dirty and you could see his tiny ribs. Lester’s heart breaks into millions of pieces. That raccoon that he had picked up was the baby’s mother. He quickly scoops up the kit and speed walks over to his truck. He takes his jacket off and wraps the baby in it. “Here, little guy. Is that better” he pets the raccoon’s head and the kit purrs. “You poor thing.” Lester puts his seatbelt on and puts the car in drive. Bo was putting new tools into his truck to restock his gas station as Lester pulled up. “Lester the fuck you doin’ home.” He says. Lester gets out of the car with the jacket. “Bo! Look!” Bo looks at the jacket and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah it’s a jacket” Lester pulls the jacket back a bit and the baby kit pokes his head out. “No. No no no no, put that dirty thing back.” Says Bo. “But he’s an orphan and he’s just a lil’ guy!” Lester cried to Bo. “Lester! We already have Jonesy. She’s enough” he says sternly. “Booooo! Jus’ look at' em!” Lester cries to him. Bo looks at the baby kit and he’s giving him the biggest sad eyes he ever saw. He sighs “your promise to let ‘em free once there an adult.” He says defeated. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lester excitedly yells. “Fine, keep him outta my room” Bo felt ganged up on. Lester rushed inside and walked into the bathroom and started a warm bath for the little kit. “Squeeeeek!” The little coon cried. “Don’t worry lil’ guy. You're gonna feel way better after this” Lester picks up the tiny kit and places him into the bathtub. He uses Bo’s fancy shampoo to wash the baby as the kit protests against this tourist bath! Lester finishes up and takes a warm towel to wrap him with. “See all better little guy.” The door creaks open and a certain puppy nose peeks through. Lester opens the rest of the door and lets Jonesy in. She stares at the baby raccoon and slowly walks up to him. The baby raccoon also stares at her. They both exchange some sniffs. The baby kit reached out and touched Jonesy’s nose. She dramatically howls and gives the baby a lick. Lester chuckles and gets up from the floor. He walks downstairs and Jonesy follows. He puts the raccoon on the counter and looks in the fridge. “Hmmmm I wonder what you would like to eat” he found some grapes. “Perfect!” He turns around to see Vincent and the baby raccoon staring down at each other. “Vinny, you like my new friend,” Lester says. Vincent nods and signs to him *your a mother now, I’m so proud* Lester rolls his eyes and gives the baby some grapes. He munches down on the grapes and makes some loud noises while he eats them. The raccoons let’s put a tiny burp in satisfaction with his little feast. The baby raccoon lifts his tiny paws in the air for Lester to pick him up. He obliged and picked Maur Maur up. The baby let’s out a tiny yawn and falls asleep in Lester's arms.