#Unbagging

[haikumaven]

Opening a gift from HeR Interactive 🥹🥰 I'm the happiest camper!

@nancydrewgamesofficial

[carnivalofglee]

(Also the Carnival of Glee Tik Tok)

The Great Peanuts Unbagging.

Prepare to be surprised...

https://youtube.com/watch?v=0az0Bpv-5NE&feature=shared

[kenpiercemedia]

Revealing The Toy Insider "Sweet Suite" 2023 Goodie Bag

Continuing along with some of the fun that was had by “The Chronicles of Piercing Ken” at this years Toy Insider “Sweet Suite” over at the Chelsea Piers. Now as some of you recall, once we had the YouTube Channel up and running for this website, I began doing unboxing clips after we had finished this event since all the participants were sent a massive Swag Box. This was loaded to the brim and…

[catspawcreates]

Piiiiins!

[meowthiroth]

GOT MY CHILDHOOD LITERAL CHUNK OF RAW ASBESTOS BACK FROM MOM'S LOL

[paladinkit]

when you do curbside pickup for your cleaning supplies order so you can avoid fragrance triggers and the store worker who brings out your order is wearing chemical warfare levels of perfume 💀

[noirapocalypto]

okay I decided I hate unloading and putting the groceries away 😤

[neia-94]

Two years loving Jeff, how didn't I watch this before? 😂

[spaghett-onaplate]

I want to get some ice cream but there are six other people in the kitchen and I don't want to offer it to any of them 😢

[whenyourheartstopsbeating]

We are so understaffed today whoever made the schedule really fucked up 😭

[qiyra]

Any get their Groceries unbagged for this year? Looks like I’m in the top 1% this year for buying myself a little treat

[beverageenthusiast]

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[kathaelipwse]

You Didn’t Have to Handle It Alone ✦ C.San

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Requested: Yes

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship

Tropes: sick/injured comfort, protective boyfriend, established relationship, love confession during vulnerability, “you didn’t have to do this alone”, soft domestic moment, period comfort, caretaker!San

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, mild period pain/cramps, emotional vulnerability, comfort-heavy fluff

Word Count: 1,200-ish words

The cramps hit mid-morning, like a slow tightening coil in your lower abdomen that refused to let go.

You gritted your teeth and kept moving.

San was supposed to come over for a cozy day in—lazy cuddles, maybe a movie marathon. You didn’t want to ruin that. So you smiled through the dull ache, even though all you wanted was to curl up with a heating pad and not speak for three hours.

By the time he arrived, your smile was a little tighter.

“Hey, sunshine,” San beamed as he stepped inside, arms already outstretched. “I brought those chips you like and that ridiculous strawberry milk you pretend to hate.”

You chuckled weakly, walking into his hug. He smelled like clean laundry and warmth.

“Thanks,” you murmured, squeezing him briefly before letting go. “Let’s just chill today, yeah?”

San blinked. “Isn’t that what we always do?”

“Yeah, but I mean like… really chill. No games, no outside world. Just movies and snacks.”

He tilted his head a little, already suspicious. “Sure. You okay though? You look kinda pale.”

You brushed him off with a wave. “Just tired.”

But the truth was, every shift in position sent a shot of pain through your back and stomach. You pressed your lips together and focused on the TV screen while San started unbagging snacks in the kitchen. You thought you were doing a decent job of pretending—until he caught you mid-flinch.

You reached for a throw pillow and subtly pressed it against your stomach, wincing when the cramp flared up again.

That’s when he paused.

“…Are you in pain?” he asked, voice suddenly low and serious.

You hesitated. Then gave a sheepish nod.

“I’m fine, it’s just… you know. Monthly visitor.”

Understanding dawned in his features instantly.

“Oh,” he said. Then, more gently, “Oh.”

You braced yourself for teasing, or awkwardness, or some well-meaning-but-clueless comment.

But it never came.

Instead, San crossed the room in two strides and crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t wanna ruin the mood,” you admitted, eyes avoiding his. “Figured I could handle it.”

San exhaled softly, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t have to handle it alone,” he murmured. “Especially not when I’m here.”

Something in your chest cracked open.

Before you could respond, he stood up and announced, “Okay. Operation Period Survival is now in effect. Stay right there.”

You blinked as he vanished into your kitchen.

A few minutes later, San returned triumphantly, arms full of everything comforting you could possibly imagine. A heating pad. Your favorite hoodie (his, technically). A bottle of water. The exact brand of dark chocolate bar you were craving but didn’t have the energy to get. A fluffy blanket you didn’t remember even owning.

You laughed, touched and overwhelmed. “San…”

“Don’t ‘San’ me,” he said, draping the hoodie over your shoulders. “Put this on. It’s scientifically proven to increase comfort levels by 70%.”

You slipped into it gratefully. It smelled like him. Like safety.

Then he gently nudged you to lie down and tucked the heating pad against your stomach.

“This helps, right?”

You nodded, your voice catching slightly. “Yeah. A lot.”

He climbed onto the couch beside you and opened his arms.

“Come here.”

You hesitated, then curled up against him, your head on his chest, legs tangled with his. His hand found your lower back and began rubbing slow, soothing circles. No words. Just warmth. Just presence.

His fingers brushed against your hair, featherlight. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You snorted into his hoodie. “For bleeding?”

“For handling pain like this and still being sweet to me. For pretending nothing’s wrong because you didn’t want me to worry. You don’t need to do that.”

You were quiet for a beat, then whispered, “I just didn’t wanna be a burden.”

San pulled back slightly so he could look at you. His brows furrowed. “You could never be a burden to me. Never. If anything, I’m mad at myself for not noticing sooner.”

“You did, though.”

He smiled softly. “Because I love you. And I pay attention.”

Your breath caught. You hadn’t expected those words—not right now, not in this vulnerable state. But he said them so easily, like it wasn’t even a question.

You pressed your face into his chest to hide the tears prickling at your eyes.

“I love you too,” you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie.

His arms tightened around you.

“For the record,” he said, voice teasing now, “I would fight the entire menstrual cycle if I could.”

You let out a laugh, your body relaxing for the first time that day.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, I would lose, terribly. But I’d do it for you."

-- --

That day, the cramps didn’t magically go away.

But the pain felt a little more bearable. The world felt a little softer. Because you weren’t handling it alone anymore.

And San, wrapped around you like a warm blanket, made sure you knew it—every second.

The End

[weevilsdaily]

lil unboxing (unbagging?) of my new friend Winston! made the amazing and lovely @elbowsmelbow !! isn’t he wonderful!!

[vani-ash]

your what

Rewatching old videos of Jeff like he's my wife who died 10 years ago

[lostinlovingrevery]

Worries

Trilogy! Logan X Pregnant! Reader Blurb

Logan reassures your pregnancy anxiety

A/N: I noticed theres a surge of pregnancy fics lately (or maybe thats just me) and I LOVE it so I'm putting another one out there. I want to have logans babies

Warning: Reader is pregnant, and cranky, hormonal, also has anxiety, logan being a green flag, mentions of an ant being smushed, some fluff

"Careful Logan"

Logan looked over his shoulder at Scott, who stood underneath the kitchen archway. Logan rolled his eyes, continuing to unbag the groceries he and Ororo just brought in.

"Why Summers?"

"Your girl has been uh...on a warpath since you've been gone. It's a little scary."

Logan sighed. "Maybe that's because women scare you in general Scott."

Ororo stifled a snicker. Scott shot her a look and she shook her head, turning away to stick the ice cream in the freezer.

"Seriously, shes been ranting, scowling at everyone, even the professor had to face her wrath. Going on about baby-proofing the entire mansion and something about Magneto and y'know, all that stuff."

"It's hormones, cut her a break." Ororo speaks up in your defense.

"Believe me I get it- That's what I'm saying, I think she uh...Needs you to calm her down. I offered to help baby-proofing."

Logan shook his head, annoyed at Scott. "Why don't you go ahead Logan." Ororo nods. "I can finish this, Scott can help."

Thanking Ororo, and shooting Scott a dirty look, Logan went through the halls of the mansion to find you- which ended up being in your shared bedroom.

When he opened the door, he was immediately greeted by your frustrated self on the floor- attempting to build in which he believed was the diaper table that was gifted by Ororo and Hank at the baby shower a few weeks ago.

"Stupid thing-" You mattered as you grabbed the instruction sheets and scowl at it.

"Thought we were supposed to build that together." He says, startling you from angrily flipping through the flimsy papers. You groaned.

"I know but I want it done now-"

"We don't even have anywhere to put it yet-"

"I don't care." You muttered returning back to the instructions. He sighed, closing the door behind him and walked across the room. You were sitting on the floor, your swollen belly protruding and you were struggling to reach from the small bag of clips that sat just out of you reach. He thought it was adorable- but didn't voice it, knowing you would likely tear his throat out for it.

He leaned down, grabbing it for you, before staying squatted and examining your frustrated face. You looked tired, irritable, something that's become quite often in your expression every since you've reached your 8th month. Tossing and turning, uncomfortable in every position you lay, sit, or stand in, and you seem set off easily by the littlest triggers- an annoying sound, or a light being too bright.

He's been patient, he can take some mood swings- God knows you've dealt with worse when it came to him. Your stubborness to getting it finished right then was something new though.

"What's going on?"

"I...." You sighed. "I woke up today and I just...I realized what we're doing. We're bringing a baby into the world- A real human being. How...How are we going to protect them? Are we doing the right thing by raising them here and I love it here- but I can't stop thinking about all the times this place has been attacked. By people, the government- I mean, even Magneto!"

"True." He nods.

"And then I look at myself and all this stuff we have to do and... I'm freaking out because there's so much to do and I don't feel ready- I'm always tired and moody and everyone stares at me and I can barely see my feet and then I accidentally smushed this ant earlier and I can't stop thinking about like maybe it's mom is wondering where its at and-" You put your face in your hands.

Logan sighed, kneeling onto the ground to wrap his arm around your shoulder, resting his chin atop your head.

"That ant was probably evil." He says softly. There was a moment of silence, before you started to laugh.

"Maybe." You muttered.

"Listen." He cupped your chin so you'd look up at him. "I know it's a lot right now. But it's me and you sweetheart. We've been able to take everything else thrown our way, right?"

"Yeah..." You looked away. "I'm just worried if I'm going to be a good mom."

"Hun, you already are." He reassures. "You're getting all hyped up on the baby being safe and putting yourself through hell trying to make sure it's all perfect. "

"You really think so?"

"Kids lucky to have you. So am I."

You pouted your lips, resisting the tears and nodding. "We're lucky to have you too."

He smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "So, about this-...." He looks at the mess of supplies.

"I'm sorry. I should have waited for you."

"What? No, you just gave us a head start."

You beamed at him, before looking down at the wood. "This thing is stupid though..." You muttered. "Don't say that to 'Ro or Hank though. It looks really pretty on the box at least."

"How about you take a break and I'll take a go at it?"

"But-"

"You can tell me what I need to do, alright?" He grabs your hand, helping you stand and leading you to the plush rocking chair that was gifted by Jean. "And hand me the doohickeys-" He gathered the mess, setting them on the small table next to you, before quickly pecking your lips, and your belly before returning to the floor.

You smiled, settling into the comfy rocking chair, your worries not completely gone- but as you look at Logan, who flipped through the instructions with a focused look, you felt a sense of relief- remembering that you weren't alone. Logan was there- has been there this entire time, ready to do anything and everything for you and the baby. Everyone else at the mansion too- The way they've come together to support you and Logan in more ways than one.

You'll have to bake them a pie later.

You directed Logan, explaining the directions- finding that he became just as confused as you.

"Should've built this too."

"You already built the crib, you don't have to make everything."

"All this crap is mass produced." He mutters, scratching his head as he stares at the paper. You laughed, settling into the rocking chair and closing your eyes while you wait for Logan to figure out what the next step is.

"Babe, can you hand me the screws." He asked you, when he didn't get a response he looked up- finding you were asleep. His expression softening he stood up from the floor and grabbed a nearby blanket to drape over you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and whispers "You don't gotta worry about a thing love. I got you."